Negro Macumba

[HOUSES]

When I was 10-11 years old, a black man lived in our yard. His parents seemed to have come from somewhere in Africa to study, but they stayed here to live. He was already born here. We all called him Macumba, I don’t know why, although in fact his name was Joseph. It must be said that at our age Makumba was almost a head taller than everyone else, he seemed older than his years, he was smart and often acted as the ringleader in our games. One day we were climbing at an abandoned construction site and playing war games. As if by chance, the conversation turned to the fact that here in the early 90s, the corpses of drug addicts were found several times, brutally mutilated and covered in blood. We began to discuss in low voices whether this was true or a fable. Then they started pissing each other off, saying that they could weakly go downstairs to the basement and take a look? Everyone was scared, everyone was waiting for someone else to go and watch from the sidelines. Then Makumba says: “I’ll go down to the basement and see who’s with me?” Everyone pissed at first, but then, when the brave black man fearlessly disappeared into the opening made of dilapidated bricks, we even felt a little ashamed. We looked at each other and followed.

The basement was in darkness, it smelled of dampness and some kind of mold. We walked carefully on the broken brick. After examining the basement and making sure that there were no corpses or hungry ghosts of drug addicts in it, we calmed down a little. And then they generally found themselves in a cheerful mood. Makumba sat down under the wall, and we sat in a circle around him. At first we talked in a half-whisper about this and that. Then Makumba said: "Guys, let’s measure our members?" - and pulled out his black dick. He was very big and thick for his age. We pulled our pussies out of our shorts, but they were in no way comparable to Makumba’s penis. It was hard to see, the light was pouring from somewhere above in bright yellow sheaves. "Let’s jerk off? — suggested Makumba, "I’ll show you how I jerk off my dick! I do this often." He began to rub his trunk along the entire length. We were shy at first, but then we enthusiastically joined in this fun activity. I remember that it took my breath away that I was sitting in a darkened basement and jerking off in front of everyone, not at all embarrassed by it. Also, my dick was just starting to get erect then. Makumba rubbed his piston faster and faster, while he moaned lightly and said some kind of shit like: "oooh... mabutu se se seku!" Then he took my penis in his hand and began to jerk me off, and told me to did the same. I felt his throbbing, huge black dick in my palm. So we jerked each other off, sitting in a circle in the basement. Suddenly, out of the corner of my ear, I caught a sound. It was like the flapping of wings, such a slight vibration of air. The sound came from somewhere deep in the basement. I turned my gaze to Macumba. He probably heard it too. We all froze and sat there waiting, listening and holding in our hands the dicks that were slowly beginning to fall off. An eerie silence reigned in the basement, interrupted only by our echoing breathing. But the sound did not repeat. We were already getting ready to continue chasing our pussies, when this incomprehensible clapping sound came closer. The silence of the basement was cut through by a vile thin squeak, it was somehow bloodthirsty and very unpleasant. It was as if we were speechless, we just looked at each other in horror, as if asking “What is this???” Immediately a loud clapping sound was heard somewhere above our heads, dust and small pebbles rained down on us from above. We all jumped up together and ran screaming into the light and away from the basement. In the dark I tripped over some stone and fell. I remember how Makumba, with horror in his eyes, grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to the exit. So we all flew out of the basement, shaking our pods, tucking them into our pants as we went. And Kolka even pulled down his shorts, and the yellow liquid slowly flowed down his leg. We were all shaking, we couldn’t talk about what we heard and saw in that basement, preferring to forget everything. I only remembered a large winged figure, like a giant bat, it squeaked disgustingly and flew straight at me when I fell. “It will be bad,” Makumba said only then, trying not to look at us. "We woke him up!"

Two days passed. I was already beginning to forget that incident, attributing everything to my sick imagination. How suddenly, one fine morning, I woke up with terrible pain in my ass. The pain was so wild, it was as if a red-hot iron rod had been shoved into me. That day I didn’t go to school, lay in bed until lunchtime and could barely walk, then I felt a little faint. After lunch Makumba came to see me. He was gloomy and said that he had not been to school today either. When he asked why I couldn’t get up, I answered that I was feeling unwell. "It hurts THERE, right?" he asked me sympathetically. I nodded. "Don’t say that no. He always comes back to the one who hides... I shouldn’t have gotten in there, - Makumba continued, - it’s all my fault, I pulled everyone there!.." I I realized that the black man knew something, something that would directly help me understand my problem. "Eh," said Makumba, "I woke up Popobava." "Who-who?" I asked. “I’ll tell you,” the black man answered, “this is such an evil spirit from the homeland of my ancestors, from Tanzania, similar to a one-eyed bat. He flies at night when you are sleeping and dragons your ass, and the next morning you don’t remember anything and you’re in pain.” point... It’s just that when I was jerking off, I started swearing in my native language, and Popobava heard it. He came to my call!" I was puzzled and didn’t really believe in all this bullshit. "And what should I do now? — I asked the black man. — It hurts very much from behind... Can you help me somehow? Get rid of this butt.. as you said... women?." Makumba firmly thought about it. He thought for about a minute. Then he said. "Yes, there is one old grandfather’s way. This is how they exorcised an evil demon on the island of Zanzibar for a long time." "And how, Makumba, come on, help me?!" "The one to whom Popobava came at night, - said sternly my friend, - he had to fuck his relative. There is no other way. Only with your dick can you get rid of Popobava’s dick. Then he will understand that this place is occupied and will no longer bother you." I thought about it, but not for long. Having weighed everything, I decided that Makumba sincerely wanted to help me, and it was no good to refuse such help, especially in my hopeless situation. I took off my panties and stood doggy style. Then I felt how Makumba’s thick dick filled my anus, and I suddenly felt so good, I just felt how much better I felt, and the grace of healing entered me. Makumba stuck his dick almost the entire length into my ass, slapping my ass with relish and shouting something in his own. Then he told me that this is the best way to expel Popobava, and to completely expel the evil spirit, you need to repeat the expulsion ritual 9 more times. In general, Makumba began to come to me constantly, and I no longer needed Popobava. He became my best friend. This went on for two years, and then Makumba and his parents left for their homeland, Tanzania. I remember how we cried, hugging each other goodbye. I still remember this wonderful man who deeply introduced me to an unknown African culture, I miss him very much and in my heart I hope that he will return and I will hug him as my brother and fellow tribesman who did not leave me in trouble .

[Mitya]

Cool.

Written in good literary language with commas and without errors, which is very rare now)))

[HOUSES]

haha) I pissed myself laughing the first time I read this story

[Piero]

Fuck up! A post for very brave guys and girls! The weak in spirit may piss themselves and shit themselves from this story! And at night Popobava will come with greetings from Makumba!

[Kitten]

MAKUMBA,
Cool story) funny !

[HOUSES]

Popobawa (from Swahili popo - bat and bawa - wing) - according to legend, an evil creature or evil spirit, believed in by some Tanzanians. Described as a dwarf with a single eye in his forehead, small pointed ears, and the wings and claws of a bat. According to beliefs, it rapes men sleeping in their beds.

The presence of the often invisible Popobava can be detected by a pungent odor or clouds of smoke. Sometimes Popobava is visible to everyone except the victim. According to legends, this creature takes a human form during the day, but with sharp fingers that give it away. After carrying out the act of violence, Popobava forces his victims to tell everyone about what happened, otherwise threatening to return and rape again.

The habitat of this dwarf cyclops is the island of Zanzibar. It first appeared on the island of Pemba, neighboring Zanzibar, in 1972. More attacks were reported in the 1980s, then in April 1995 and more recently in 2000 and July 2001. The attacks appear to coincide with periods of heightened political tension, such as elections. In 1972, the attacks were provoked by the assassination of the country’s president. But the recent attacks occurred during a politically calm time.

There have been numerous cases of broken ribs, bruises and other injuries attributed to Popobawa in hospitals in Zanzibar. One mentally unstable man was hacked to death after confessing that he was the demon.

During the periods when Popobawa terrorizes the islands, men of many families often sleep together before home, seeking protection from crowds and believing that sleeping in a bed makes them vulnerable.

Popobawa is most likely an African version of the widespread Mara phenomenon. Joe Nickell, a researcher with CSICOP (Committee for the Scientific Investigation of Claims of the Paranormal), compared Popobava to medieval legends of succubi (female spirits) and incubi (male spirits) who sexually harassed their victims in their beds at night. In Newfoundland, an ugly old woman sexually harassed men in a phenomenon known as Hagging. Other similar reports from around the world describe vampires, shapeless black blobs and aliens, among other bizarre objects.

Skeptics claim that all the incidents are the result of hallucinations during a “day dream”. Sleep paralysis, a feeling of being suspended upside down, altered perceptions, and encounters with otherworldly beings are often combined in this phenomenon.

[georg]

fuck pound! Oh, they’ve done a lot!!! :question:

[weak intestine]

Did you fart at the same time?

[Cookie]

Do you want to appear smart, Macumba? You’re a stupid freak! If this were not so, you would know that leaking other people’s photos to a website is a crime under three articles, a criminal offense. You will have to answer according to the law. Show off your balls and dick as much as you want