Episode 1

St. Joseph’s Boys kitale and St. Joseph’s girls kitale are two schools separated by just a fence. Dryspell was not a common phenomenon among boys and girls of Sainty because guys used to sneak into each other’s school at night for sex.
From form 1-3, I had not entertained the idea of sneaking into girls’ section despite vehement pressure from my friends. If caught, it was a direct expulsion without even facing the board . My form one bedmate, (a form four) was expelled from school just a week before he could register for his KCSE exams over the issue of sneaking into the girls’ school at night.
I was scared, until 2010, in form four second term. It was during zonal music festivals, (which of course I sneaked to attend because form fours were not allowed to participate in school activities.), that I met this luscious girl that got me into this sneaking thing .
Doreen was famous among boys of my school. Her flawless beauty and her sweet voice (she used to sing in church, which we shared with girls) made her famous in school. Dating her and exchanging latter’s with her only made me one of the alpha boys of the school. The pride that came with it, was incomparable.
Exchanging letters was very easy in our schools because of the fact that we shared church everyday, and being one of the church officials in her school, she was allowed to mingle with church officials from the boys section.
After two weeks, we met during the Tranz- Nzoia District music competition where I brought up the issue of fucking. I remember we tried to fuck inside her school bus but the driver walked on us just before she could pull her pants down. I walked away a dejected boy, angry as fuck .
‘Maybe you should just sneak into our school at night one day. I just can’t wait till closing to have you!’ She told me before running back into her school bus in the evening of that day. She was very daring, but I was very scared. What if I get caught ? Expulsion ! Can you imagine being expelled from school in the second term of your form four? That would be disastrous.
For two days, I completely shoved the idea from my head. I expelled the idea from my head. Then I received a letter from her ‘………Collins, all my cubemates have been send home for school fees. Si ukuje visiting at night kesho at around 11:30. Ukiingia boarding section, hapo kwa fench, utapata nimekuekea uniform ya madem na jampa na kikoi ujifunge kwa kichwa ….make sure no one sees you.’
She went on to give me the name of her dormitory and the number of her cubicle . when a man smells pssy, he stops thinking using his brain. He starts using his dck. I don’t think if I scored anything on that day in class.

Episode 2

THE following day, I barely paid attention to anything. I was in a dilemma, deciding between s*x from the most beautiful girl and the prospect of earning an expulsion in case I got caught, nothing is confusing. Like I said once, there is no daring man like a man walking with an erection.
It was at exactly 11:20 PM, the school night was very serene, most students were asleep, apart from bookworms who were still hovering around the school compound . I surveyed the opening on the fence that guys used to access girl-section , it had not yet been discovered by the administration.
I went through the fence, walked through a garden that separated the schools boarding sections. The garden led to a teachers’ quarter that was shared between teachers from both sides. I tiptoed through the garden and teachers’ houses till I got to the girls’ fence .
I was panting like a dog fresh from an ejaculation, but the sight of a few girls roaming the school was breathing. I got an instant hard-on when I spotted a girl on a bra and pant walking from one dorm to another. Blame it on a seven month dryspell … I had not seen so much feminine flesh in one body since our Principal send some TP from KU back home from the assembly because she was dressed provocatively and in a way that would tempt boychild ….All our female teacher used to dress like worshipers in a Prophet Awour church.
Patience was very key in such moments, carelessness would amount to death. It was like digging a tunnel into a bank, patience was key. Ten minutes later, just when I was about to make a move, a random girl came out of her dormitory, walked straight to where I was hiding on the other side. Thick pungent sweat dripped down my armpits into my ribs.
The girl, tanned, with perky pointed boobs that were visible from her nightdress, pulled up her nightdress , squatted down to expose her spread **** in front of my face, no pants on.The sight of a woman peeing in front of my eyes was breathtaking, nerve wrecking. I still remember vividly the pressure with which the pee gushed out of her pee hole, and landed just a few CM away from my legs. If this was a man, the pee would have landed on my face .
My dck was already throbbing with excitement at full length. Then from nowhere, Satan send me a cough feeling. I fought the feeling with all my effort successfully until the girl walked away. I sighed with relief, allowed the cough to ease off and wondered why girls urinated on fences like boys. I thought this uncouth behavior of peeing on fences at night only happened in boys schools? Vasichana vaye…what I saw that night, nitapigia wajukuu wangu story nikizeeka. I composed myself , no other girl was coming out to urinate , thank God they had not eaten their usual porrage for breakfast that morning. I pulled off my shirt, pulled Doreen’s shirt on and her sweater. That was easier than pulling on the skirt. That was strange , instead of completely pulling my trouser off, I folded it up my thigh to provide more room for ‘hips’. I pulled the skirt on top of it to give me a more feminine look, a typical shapeless feminine body. But I know I still looked hotter than most ladies….. I looked hippy, no one would have suspected my gender. I covered my face in Kikoyi then majestically, cat-walked towards her dormitory. The smell at the entrance was heavenly ….the smell of too many female genitalia in one place just hardened my dck more . Walking through the Corridor as I searched for her cubicle was like walking through a flower garden in Ibiza or Miami, the smell was sweet. Nilikuwa nimezoea harafu ya jasho dorm yetu. Most cubes smelled sweet, apart from moja ya mkojo…sijui ilikuwa urinal pit….cheiiii…
Next part III

Episode 3

The smell in the dormitory was not what i was accustomed to in my dormitory, ST Philips. Smelling shoes, socks and toes mixed with the smell of ammonia from armpits, in that same mixture add the smell from the un-brushed teeth of those who were snoring, gave a boys’ dormitory a stench that can only be compared to the smell of Sabina Joy during the wee hours of the day. Don’t ask me how i learnt about the smell of Sabina Joy, that is where i picked KUI of Black Panther from (if you remember the screenshots)
During my cat-walks, while peeping through different cubicles, an angelic sight almost got me into trouble. I sighed with excitement when i saw a girl, with a thin curved body (of Shuri, Letitia Wright of black Panther) applying oil on her naked body. She was probably from the shower. The sight of her pssy lips, and ass-crack when she bend facing the other side, to apply oil was satanic, it almost got me tempted. i only came back to my senses when a form one, she must have been a form one, started snoring in the next cubicle. i walked on, almost there. i could smell Doreen waiting for me in her cubicle, probably going through the last pages of the Reproduction topic, Biology. ‘On the second last cubicle from the main entrance, on the left hand-side that is where you will find me…..’ her last letter read. ‘which door is the main door?’ My troubles started at that moment. The two doors were a spitting image of each other. The designer must have suspected that one day, someone might need a mark to differentiate between the doors. Like i said, this was a suicide mission that could only be carried out by a man that is carrying an erection, there are no daring men like those with an erection. Going back to check on the entrance would raise suspicions in the dorm, a dorm full of beautiful ladies like the Wakanda Kingdom, well i don’t know if they were beautiful, but when you are erect, every woman is beautiful (Bro. Ocholla, 2016) I decided to trust my choice of doors. I picked the second last cubicle, on the left of the dormitory. An early scanning revealed empty beds, with one occupied. “I couldn’t be this accurate,’ I chest-thumped. The imagination of sx staring at me in the next few minutes made my d*ck throb even more. It was hitting my thighs and stomach rhythmically like the drum sticks of West Africa….

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Episode 4

‘I that you Collins?’ the moment you have all been waiting for is finally here. Is it you or me who was waiting for this moment, i don’t even know?
My mouth was dry, I could barely talk. Furthermore. talking would have raised suspicion, especially from the few thirsty girls that were still rubbing their . (“How does too many in one place smell like?”, a thirsty slay queen asked me in my inbox. ‘It smells like dry soil that has been rained on for the first time in months.’ ‘Come here my dear,’ her voice called. Her voice massaged my eardrum with utmost sweetness. She had this kind of confusing voice that would make any man to spend his rend on her. She pulled off her blanket to reveal a serene body. Nothing was on her, she resembles a naked Eve before she was tempted to eat the forbidden. I don’t know if she will remain this beautiful all the way, because girls have this mysterious nature of turning ugly after sx. For instance, you sleep with Hudda Monre, after ejaculating for the third time, she mysterious starts resembling Miguna miguna on the plane to Canada,(Sorry General, it was not my intention to put your name in the same sentence with someone who sells beauty.)
Her nipples were erect already. I could tell she was already turned on even before i could lay my hands her, paraffin in githeri was not clearly working. Her perky tits, pointed at the tip and round at the base, were the most beautiful i have ever seen ( i have said this to all my ex and i will tell the same to my next girl, ata kaa atakuwa na size 42D).
Her curvy succulent lips were inviting. Her breathing intensified when our lips met for the first time. Her hair was smooth and so was the pubic hair that was around her **. Her skin was as smooth as the backside off a toddler who has been unwrapped from diapers.
A soft morn escaped her lips when my finger rattled her clit, it was like i had awakened demons in her. She grabbed my head by the back and started kissing me vigorously. I don’t know if they taught them this art as part of the Reproduction topic, she was epic. She was wet. I deported my lips from hers and landed them onto her two Canadas. Her boobs were soft, 36BB was the size, perfect for my large basketball palms.
I pulled up her skirt and pulled down my trousers ( Am sure watu walienda day school hawajaelewa why i pulled of her skirt and yet she was naked) to reveal my running mate. She massaged it softly. I felt blood flow from the rest of my body towards my ****. (Now this is why i told you that a man with an erection does not use his brains because blood is constantly flowing to his dick instead of the brains. Sasa utaona mtu anafanya Medicine Chepareria University Collage pia ati anapingana na mimi).
‘I am ready my dear,’ she said. Boy-child chungana sana na msichana anakuambia I am ready. Just as i was about to bisect her *** with my dck, someone spoke. “You are ready for what?’ the voice asked. I froze , at that moment, MAN WAS NOT HOT. My dck shrinked My brains came back to senses like SKRAAA pu pu pu, and my heart pumped blood to my brains like Ta! Ta!Ta!
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Episode 5

‘I have asked you, what are you ready for?’ the voice asked again. Within a flash, my the four years I had spent at school ran through my head. The ordeal of losing my box during the admission day, the hard work I had put in for the last four years, the canes….all this was coming to an end. I was facing an expulsion. The idea of me being paraded in the assembly the following morning in a skirt, the embarrassment I would receive when being lambasted, lampooned and vilified was terrifying.
‘This school is not a holiday camp!’ I would visualize the principal tearing me into shreds, the caning that would come before the expulsion letter . How would the latter read? ‘ Your son has been sent home forever after he was found trying to bisect a girl’s *. The face of my parents when they read the letter, their reactions, the disappointment “Son, did I take you to school to bisect * in a foreign dormitory or to bisect specimens in your laboratory?’
All these ran through my head. My body was weak, I was even weaker than I would have been had I ejaculated inside her. Why was this life unfair, I came here to produce sperms, but here was I producing a smelly sweat. The pungent smell from my armpits was now overpowering the smell of the spray I had applied to my body, reminding me that the last time I took a shower was last weekend during the music festival trip.
Doreen could barely talk. She was shaking vigorously like a Yo-Yo dancer. I have never seen a lady so terrified! ‘ HA HA HA’ the voice laughed! That was even more horrifying. Stories were swirling around of ghosts invading this school at night. Doreen held onto me tightly. The darkness in the dormitory was blinding. ‘Don’t be scared, it is me, ni mimi Valarie!’
A long sigh of relief escaped Doreen’s breath. ‘Nimeshindwa kulala aki, I saw your boyfriend pass by my cube while applying oil on my body nikitoka shower, and the idea of you having *** couldn’t allow me to sleep!’ Valarie explained. My dick throbbed out menacingly like Skraaa PA PA PA when I remembered the beauty applying oil in the other cubicle.
‘Aki si watu watakusikia ukiongea, ingia ndani. The matron might be walking around!’ Doreen found her voice.
‘Don’t worry, most of these cubes here are empty, watu wako hii dorm ni form ones wenye waliclear fees. I pushed them all to the other end of the dormitory. Remember who is the dorm captain here!’ Doreen smiled, and planted a kiss on my lips. ‘I also convinced the matron to go home because the remaining students were controllable, mainly form ones!’
‘Why are you even wasting your time to explain yourself. Join us already!’ I talked for the first since entering the dormitory, I was no longer thinking with my brains. Valarie hesitated, as if waiting for approval from Doreen.
‘Sure, join us! Your effort can only be reminded by a threesome!’ This is what a gambler calls over 2.5 imeingiana.

Part 6 soon

Episode 6

This story is NOT GOOD readers under the age of 18, and those who are holier.
Val pulled off her rob, Val, to reveal nothing underneath. Even in darkness, I could see her tear-drop boobs (my favorite boob shape, bell shape ain’t bad either) beckoning me. ‘Come baby come’ and the baby was ready to be deported to her Canaan. Her body was like Canaan, the land that many were promised, but only I reached. A soft moan escaped her divine lips when my tongue landed on her puffy nipples, (still my favorite, inverted nipples ain’t bad either) She pulled my head closer to her boobs while massaging my head.
For a moment I thought Doreen had withdrawn from the race, until her soft hands reached my shaft. She bend down on her knees and allowed my to bisect her mouth lips. The feeling was electrifying, it felt like she was sucking my brains, my bone marrow, I was boiling inside, I wanted to explode inside her mouth like a volcano.
Val was wet already. Her river was overflowing, bushes around the river were flooded, the only thing remaining was me to dive inside her river and sink deep like Eric Omondi. Her * was like a tulip, which resembled a blooming flower. Her pussy lips were beefy with a longer labia minora, the kind that is found in Wakanda.
Doreen’s grip on my hands was tight while she pumped her lips up and down my . Where did she learn this? Probably while playing cha mama and kolongolo or their houseboy must have been a lucky man. With every pump, I would feel my cum boiling inside my balls, the size that could only be rivaled by eric omond’s. ‘Calculate the volume of water that was displaced by eric Omondi’s balls alone when he dived into the river’, I guess such were the kind of questions Val and Doreen encountered in their Physics papers. I exploded a volume of cum similar to the amount of the river water that was displaced by Omondi’s balls into her mouth. She chocked.
Val was lying on her back on the next bed, with her legs wide open,like the wallet of an ugly sponsor who is in company of a beautiful slay queen. While Doreen wiped the cum off her chest and face, I spread Val’s * with my finger. I inserted one finger inside her *. She was wet and warm, a favorable climate for farming. She moaned when I bend my finger up wards to locate the spongy spot on the walls of her inner * . One of my other hand massaged her Ç, which was as hard as all of you are right now.
Her body was shaking, her p was boiling. Her breathing intensified, then like a cyclone, she exploded, tones of tones of cum, I guess it would have been enough to feed the whole school as porridge the following morning. I sighed, I had achieved at the age of seventeen what many have failed in life, make a woman cum. I felt like a king, the slayer. I felt like walking out of the dormitory, ring the bell, and wake up everyone from the dorm section, so that we would fck on every bed in the dormitory. I was still erect, thinking with my d, and I was going to ring the bell, but Doreen pulled my head on her p.
My lips met hers, my tongue met her clit. I rolled my tongue and sucked the juicy off her p. She moaned when my tongue tickled her Ç, she pulled my head onto to her p with much force that I barely had time space to breathe, thank God kids inside p don’t suffocate, because there is oxygen inside there. Then in one long electrifying shudder, she let go off her hot cum, fell on her back while Val grabbed my d and directed it towards her p from the back….. NOT 4 UNDER 18
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