Sexy Woman of God

A crack, a Shriek and a bolt of lightning wrenched her out of her sleep. The rain started to pound the ground instantly. She could smell the raw invigorating smell of thirsty soil as the hungry drops of rain water blended into the ground. She had gone to bed earlier today after being unusually tired from the morning errands in Owino market. For close to half an hour, she just stayed in bed listening to the sound of the rain as it pelted down on her window sill. The sound turned her on. She closed her eyes to relish each and every single detail of that image that had stayed in her mind since the Fort portal escapade. Another bolt of lightning and a deafening crack of thunder forced a frantic rush of adrenalin down to her coochie. She grasped as she gently moved her hand down to the center of her universe. She was already moist and the feeling of her middle finger on that spot brought a smile on her face. She closed her eyes and saw Muhumuza gently stroking her genitals with his fat, hard piece of human sausage. That boy was hitting her spot with his sledge hammer like a freak. She started to scream and could barely hear her own voice against the rising crescendo of the rain drops on her roof. She was deaf to the sound of the thunder. She only saw streaks of lighting through her closed eyes. Her fingers operated independently from the rest of her body. It was getting warmer and wetter down there where her fingers worked magic on her flower buds. In her mind, that boy Muhumuza was now pounding her pelvic bone like a piston at 6000 revolutions per minute. She started to squirt. First the warmth of her own fluids re-energized her fingers like an energy drink. Then the feeling that started from somewhere in her head started to stream downwards. It came down on her like an avalanche down a steep, mountain slope. The feeling came along with almighty shudders that translated into spasms as her flower started gushing massive jets of that clear, warm and sticky juice. It was then that the real magic started. Muhumuza started to scream wildly. He was screaming her name, “Kembabazi, oh my God….Kembabazi, am cumming!” She closed her eyes tight as her fingers got to that point of no return. Her fingers were now touching that sacred spot where men fail and live the rest of their days like empty, broken, crusty shells. Her fingers found the depth that some men could never find in two life times. She had finally found her bearing and poise in a world juxtaposed with thingummies. She was doing it and it meant everything to the world. She realized that her hair was being pulled out violently. Her left hand was relentless against her own hair. She didn't care at all. The pain grew as her hair was yanked out but quickly coalesced into the massive avalanche that was deliberately taking all over her body. In a thousand ways, she could hear a choir of Museveni, Ssejusa, Besigye and Amama Mbabazi remixing Uganda's national anthem. The orgasm came came as Lukyamuzi and Lukwago dropped a rap after the second stanza. Muhumuza came as Jenifer Musisi was now twerking her German Juice while the crowd that comprised of parliamentarians screamed encore. They came together. The rain had reduced to just a minuscule drizzle. The ridiculous choir of the state's curmudgeons had vanished. She grasped for air and opened her eyes. Only now did she realize it was already mid day. She went for that afternoon lecture with a spring in her step. She held her head up high. The bitch in her had finally made peace with the lady in her.She was a sexy woman and she now knew it. She was a nasty bitch under the sheets and a sexy lady in that animal print dress! No one could now tell her otherwise! She was a sexy woman of God!