Dzimwe nguva ndikafunga madyirwo andaiitwa beche na Sam, ndinobva ndatota instantly! Asikana ka, Sam aigona kutambisa rurimi rwake. It felt as if it was a battery powered tongue. The man aitambisa his tongue like tomorrow wasn’t coming. Aindidya beche rangu from morning to noon, and ndichinanzwa from head to toe. When most people say the phrase “head to toe”, they really mean minyatso, beche, and if you’re very, very, very lucky, ikoko kumhata! Asi for Sam, it meant kunanzva the soles of tsoka dzangu, between my toes, even muhapwa, the back of my knees, kumagaro and even kumhata kwangu was a regular thing.
Aaah, iwe masasi eharare, there was no such thing as “no go area” for Sam. It sounds off putting now kana uchiverenga but in the heat of the moment, zvinenge zvichinaka ende zvinotonaka! That’s what I loved about him. Akanga asingaseme anything. His wet tongue would be all up in mubeche rangu, pamatinji, around matinji, all around the walls, all over beche plus aiita ma noises and that drove me wild with excitement. Ndaitunda in his mouth, on his face, on his forehead, on his cheeks asi airamba achidya beche rangu chete! How many men do that, especially ivo vedu vechi Zimbabwean? Eish, I loved how Sam got me kuti ndinyorove.
After intensive kuyamwiwa kwebeche, aibva aisa makumbo angu over his shoulders in frozen chicken position obva atanga kurova-rova beche rangu rakatota nemboro yake yakafuta kare. Mboro yake wasn’t long but it was fat and short and i mean it was fat! Aidhonza ganda remboro yake back achi exposer zimusoro remboro yake, rakaita kunge mushroom apo rakatota. Eish, just one sight of that mboro yakafuta used to make me quiver and my thighs would start trembling. The brother knew how to get me kuti nditote zvekuti you could actually see my juices slowly oozing out of beche rangu. The way he used kutambisa mboro yake all over beche rangu, making tiny circles achiita ‘mix up’ my love juices with huronyo hwake. I also loved the way he teased me nayo.
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Apinza just the tip of the head mumatinji angu, then slightly push it further forward mubeche rangu and then my eyes would just roll nekunakirwa. I would pause breathing in anticipation, ndakamirira kuti apinzwe. It hurt almost all the time paiipinza but I loved that pain. I always wanted him kuti andisvire hard, and punish me with zimboro rake rakafuta. The way he teased me made me want him ipapo so ndaibata magaro ake and then pull him forward, essentially making him ram mboro yake into me.
Iwe ka, ndaibva nda screamer or even kutotanga kuridza mhere. Zvairwadza, but like I said, I loved kakurwadza kacho.Ndairamba ndakabatirira and really pulling him into me and order him kuti asvire the shit out of me. Iye aibva atanga sliding it in and out slowly, achinyatso builder ka steady rhythm rather a steady pounding rhythm. The look on his face manje used to kill me. Ainge akafinyamisa face yake achi breather heavily.
Mboro yake yaizadza beche rangu. I would feel beche rangu raka gripper mboro yake and uchinzwa yakazara mukati. Akanga ane mazichende mahombe, akafuta and akarembera achirova magaro angu.Ndaibva ndamadhonza and aibva aita fill up my palm! Iwe masasi eharare! Plus he also had mazichoya and i loved the way they just rubbed beche rangu nematinji angu. He would ask me how I was feeling, and if I wanted it faster, slower, shallow. Panguva yekutunda I loved how he’d roar, ondidhonzera closer to him achindipa french kiss achigwina-gwina. Then he’d pull out mboro yake and literally just kuti adiridze all over beche rangu. Aindidiridza!