Part two Chapter 4

“Just do another test please, and this time am staying here till I get results.” I told Ivy. Since my bladder was already full from drinking much fluids, it was not hard obtaining another urine sample.

We did the test and it turned out negative.

“Phew!” I breathed out a sigh of relief.

“You are safe, at least for now.” Ivy told me.

“I feel so excited, I am happy that it was not positive, wow! I would have fainted here.” I was so excited I wanted to dance. Ivy just looked at me.

“Why won’t we meet for a cup of coffee as you tell me more?” Ivy suggested. “Cool, make it in the evening, I will come to a restaurant of your choice.” I told Ivy. I left and drove back to my place.

“Oh! Glad you are back. Come along.” Ken told me once he saw me without even greeting me. I followed him to the cow shed. I immediately knew what was wrong as soon as I saw one of the cows; it looked sickly.

“What has happened?” I asked Ken.

“I don’t know, call veterinary to come and see it.” Ken told me.

“I doubt he will come on Sunday.” I said.

I however took my phone and dialed vet’s number.

“Is it something it ate?” I asked Ken.

“No, nothing. Just found it looking like this with dull eyes.” Ken said. He sounded sad. He was responsible for the cows.

“Don’t worry, vet will have a look at it.” I told him and slowly turned to go to the house.

 The vet did not live far from there and he came quickly. He examined the cow for some minutes. “What is wrong with it?” Ken asked him. I just stood there looking at it.

“Nothing serious, I will give it some medicine.” Vet said and made to persuade the cow to enter into the milking shed. However, no matter how much he tried, the cow acted deaf and mute. Suddenly, Ken called it by its name, “Kamunge, get into the shed, right now!”

The cow walked slowly into the shed. The Vet looked at Ken surprised. “These cows know you, wow!” Vet said.

“Yes, they obey me very well, do you need help?” Ken asked.

“Ah! No, thank you, I will handle it.” He said.

The Vet gave it some medication and went away after I paid him Kshs 3,000. As soon as we were left with Ken, I looked at him and began talking to him. “Ken, can I tell you something funny?” I asked him.

 “Go ahead.” He said smiling.

“I thought I was pregnant and went to get tested, but I am not pregnant.” I told Ken.

“Haha, you are so funny! What is it that gave you those thoughts?” Ken asked.

“We have been fucking without a condom, despite I am on FP, I thought it has failed.” I told him smiling.

Ken looked at me and winked.

“I also want to fuck you today.” Ken told me, making my heart beat fast.

“Oh! Stop joking...” I teased him along.

“I am serious, I want it in fact right now.” Ken told me.

“If you are serious follow me.” I dared him knowing he could not come to the house with me. But to my surprise, he began walking towards me.

“Ken, stop joking, Mercy is around she will see us.” I told Ken but he kept coming. I turned to face him.

 “Ken, have you smoked raw weed today? Stop being crazy!” I told him.

“Go on, I am right behind you.” Ken told me. I went into the house and he came after me. He kept following me until we arrived to my bedroom. Before I could tell him anything he got hold of me and pinned me to the wall, facing him. He began to kiss me and fondle my breasts. I really hoped Mercy would not hear us. He pushed his body against mine in a nice way making me feel suddenly warm and receptive to his moves. He was strong for me, I could not undo myself from his strong hands. He kissed me on my neck, then slowly began to kiss my boobs inside my dress. He then began to suck my boobs under the dress. I wiggled myself to allow him to undo the upper buttons of the dress that I was wearing and slowly, he unhooked my bra, lowered a little and began to suck my nipples as I stood against the wall. I could feel his erect penis pressing against my thighs. I reached for his trousers and undid his zip, to my surprise, he was not wearing a boxer and his balls just dangled inside his trousers.

I caressed them as he made to fuck me while I still had my underpants. I slowly lowered my underpants and it dropped to the floor, then Ken made to penetrate me but since he was taller, he could not. As if thinking alongside my thinking, he suddenly turned me to face the wall and he lowered my upper body, parted my legs, raised my dress and he began to penetrate me from behind.

“Oh! God!” I moaned with pleasure as he began to fuck me from behind. I could feel his penis pushing so hard against my G- spot making me feel like my knees would buckle due to pleasure.

“Ken, faster, someone might find us here...” I told him weakly but he continued to fuck me. He then suddenly pressed my clitoris, prompting me to press my nipples to heighten my passion. Suddenly, Ken spanked my buttocks. It felt nice, really nice!

As if instantons, my vaginal muscles began to suck his penis hard and I knew I was having my orgasm. The motions that my vaginal muscles made seemed to trigger Ken and before I knew it he was exploding deep inside me like a hot dynamite until he groaned loudly. It was like his ejaculation completed an electric circuit and I found myself shaking all over my body with orgasmic waves until I suddenly felt hot. I was almost falling due to pleasure; my knees were weak but Ken held me firmly by my waist and supported me not to fall.

Then slowly, Ken withdrew from me. My vagina remained open for a while and semen flowed out freely until some dropped on the tiled floor. I looked at it and felt a little ashamed.

“Let me clean this before someone comes!” I told Ken who was already zipping up his trousers.

“It felt really nice!” Ken said.

Suddenly we heard some movements.

“That must be Mercy!” I told Ken and even before I knew what to say, Mercy called out from the corridor.

“Madam, you had promised to give me some money to go to saloon.” She said. I could hear her coming.

“Quick, hide, I don’t want her to see you. She is manner less she just comes into my bedroom anyhow!” I told Ken, he stood behind the big wardrobe that was near the door.

I opened for Mercy as I wrapped myself with a lesso.

“Here, have this, make sure you go to Mama Lucy’s saloon they are the best.” I told her.

“Thank you.” She said and turned to walk away.

“By the way, if you see Ken, tell him I need to see him.” I told Mercy just to divert his attention.

“You can’t see Ken around here today, he is probably at his girl friend’s place, you know, eeh! Giving her some!” Mercy said jokingly, laughed and walked away.

Ken slowly came out.

“That girl is too loud mouthed.” Ken said.

“I agree, were it not for her hard work, I would have chased her away long time ago.” I told Ken.

Ken was about to go out but I held him.

“What is it?” Ken asked.

“She is gone to the saloon, we can have some more.” I told Ken.

“What if she comes back? She may have forgotten something and perhaps come rushing here like a mad cow.” Ken said trying to sound funny.

“All right, go for some few minutes, then come after around 7 minutes.” I told Ken, who walked outside so casually as if he had done nothing. I looked at his butt as he walked, muscular buttocks.

I smiled and marveled at how we just did a quickie.

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 “Mercy, do you know how to bake a cake?” I asked Mercy once she returned.

“No, unless you teach me.” She replied, sounding honest.

“All right, I will one of these days, my daughter’s sixteenth birthday is coming in 1-month time; I want her to have a home baked cake.” I told Mercy.

“How old will she be?” Mercy asked.

“You shall know that day.” I told her.

She smiled, “All right. Longing for the day.” Mercy said.

“I am going to meet a friend, will come back later.” I told Mercy. I wanted to go and meet Ivy and chose to walk since it was not far.

I met her already at the restaurant waiting for me.

“Girlfriend, it is long since we talked, what have you been up to?” Ivy asked me once we settled and ordered each some mango juice.

“Just life, my dear, life is good and cool.” I told her. I knew what she wanted to hear though.

“Let us have some real girl talk now, who is the man making you glow under the sheets secretly?” Ivy asked and winked at me.

“Ivy, won’t you envy me if I tell you?” I asked her.

“Come on, we share a lot. You even know who gave me my last born, isn’t a big deal.” Ivy told me smiling.

“All right, if you insist. I have been fucking my shamba boy.” I told her, paused to gauge her reaction then continued, “At first I thought I am wrong but eventually I got used to it, I enjoy every moment of it.” I told her.

“Gosh! Great but right there? Aren’t you afraid of being caught?” Ivy asked. “Why?” I asked her.

“I mean, right under the nose of your husband? You are so mischievous you girl.” Ivy told me and patted my back laughing. We laughed together.

“Is he handsome, is he cute, and does he have a nice raw cassava down there, etc.” Ivy asked.

“Oh! Come on! You are asking too much details.” I told her but nodded as if to indicate positive for her questions.

“The man am fucking right now, apart from my husband, I chose him purely for his penis. I mean, my vagina seems to have gotten bigger due to giving birth to 4 children and I was feeling like I could not get enough of my husband’s penis so I got myself a man who has a larger penis.” Ivy told me. She took out her tablet, activated data bundles and began to scroll on a certain website. I was curious to know which website it was.

“Here, look. I got hooked up with him through this website. I saw his photo, minus his face and I immediately subscribed. After some days, a lady called me and told me to go to a certain joint in Wangige where we should meet with my tom boy, so I drove there. I met this young man, very handsome, very attractive with charisma. We liked each other instantly. It was a nice bungalow with a lot of secrecy. No one knows you have come in or gone out. But oh! Girl, they are damn expensive! I paid Kshs 50,000 membership, fucked the boy same day until I cried. I swear I will fuck him forever.” Ivy told me.

We laughed.

“Haha, you only have this photo? Do you have his photo, full photo of him?” I asked her. She scrolled down her tablet. But gave me a puzzled look.

“Oh! I had those photos here, but...I think I deleted them...” Ivy was scrolling.

“Ah! Forget it, tell me more. Face not important am sure to you but his dick.” I told Ivy and we laughed yet again.

“The man fucks like a horse, with a lot of energy.” Ivy told me. “You make me wanna fuck him!” I teased her.

“Haha, I can connect you, nothing is a big deal there. I know we love big things.” Ivy said and folded her hand on her forehand. I laughed.

“You are making me horny. Can you seriously do that? Connect me I want to fuck him too. Oh! I am crazy.” I said and held my mouth as if someone was listening to us.

“We make a date and I will drive you there.” She told me. The club’s name was different from our club so I knew I was out for some more adventure if I agreed.

“Things women do!” Ivy said and winked.

“The place sounds better, I would love more privacy too. Where we go with my lover there isn’t much secrecy; just that we are under some oath to respect each other. Some ladies there are even pastors in some churches in Nairobi, drive all the way to get fucked and go back to their congregation!” I told Ivy and we both laughed.

“I wish men knew how much women love a nice fuck! All these lovey doveys, wooing us with money etc. is not all that necessary. Problem us, you can never know if a man has a big thing.” Ivy said.

“You can.” I told her. “How?” She asked.

“Look at his physical features; a man with long fingers most likely has a long penis, a man with a longer jaw line has a strong long penis, a man with nice lips, not too small has a big penis, a man with a nice physique will never lack a good penis. And did you know men with tendency to get a bald head have high libido than men who have hair up to their old age?” I told Ivy who was listening to me as if listening to a teacher.

“Gosh! The things you read! But sounds true since the young man am fucking has a nice physique.” Ivy told me. I got curious.

“Where does he come from?” I asked her.

“I don’t know; do I even care. I think he is in one of these local colleges. Most of these young men are just college boys who need money. They have all the time to work out and get nice bodies for us middle age women as our husband eat nyama choma and grow fat.” Ivy told me.

“How is your husband?” I suddenly asked Ivy.

“Still useless in bed. Who fucks for one minute and sleeps? These men should learn to fuck. I happen to follow a certain website, The Passionate Lovers by a certain sex guru by the name Anthony Kerry, he really teaches a lot for free. Men should search that website and read to learn. But our African men have big egos no one believes he can be taught to fuck. They think possessing a penis is enough.” Ivy told me