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into the dark. He couldn’t see
anything other than a vague dark shape in the blackness.
    The hands began
to stroke his ankles, then began to move purposefully towards his groin, the
nails dragging against his skin, scratching and teasing. He flinched as nails
ran over his knees. “You’re driving me crazy,” he gasped.
    The hands reached
his balls and the nails scratched against his scrotum, then they slowly circled
his dick. For a few seconds there was no movement at all, and then she began to
pump him, slowly at first and then faster.
    “Yes, God yes,”
he moaned.   Then the pumping stopped
and he thought that she was teasing him again but then he felt warm breath on
his dick and then her tongue slowly licked him from the base to the tip, then
she paused before taking him in her mouth.
    “Oh my God,” he
said. He reached for her hair but she slapped his hand away and she slid him
out of her mouth.
    He realised what
was happening. If he touched her, she’d stop. He sighed. “Okay, okay,” he said,
raising his hands above his head and surrendering to her.
    He felt her warm
breath again and then her mouth enveloped him and she began to move her head up
and down. She cupped his balls with one hand as she continued to work her mouth
up and down. It was like being enveloped in warm water, there was next to no
pressure, just a pulsing sensation that made him grow harder by the second.
    “Oh my God,” he
moaned. “That’s just…. Oh my God…”
    He gave himself
over to the sensation; it was as if nothing else existed other than his dick
and her mouth.   She began to move
her head faster and faster and she gently squeezed his balls as if she knew
that he was about to come. He didn’t want it to end, he wanted it to go on
forever, but he could feel the pressure building.
    “I’m going to
come,” he moaned. “Oh God, I’m going to come.”
    He thought that
she might take her mouth away because he knew that some girls, even ones that
had been working the bars for years, didn’t like the guy to come in their
mouth, but she carried on working his dick and balls, harder and more insistent
now.
    Dave’s hips began
to move as if they had a life of their own. She matched his rhythm and he
groaned as he pounded into her mouth. Images flashed through his mind. Zed’s
young breasts. Her mother’s soft mouth. Lek’s long legs. Zed’s sister’s soft
hair.   He had no idea which of them
was working on him but he was past caring. He felt his balls about to explode
and he fought to prolong it but then his groin turned liquid and he let it go.
His dick twitched as he came, pumping semen into the soft warm mouth. She kept
him in his mouth until he was spent, then she slowly licked him clean as she
continued to caress his balls.
    “That was
amazing,” whispered Dave. He reached down to stroke her hair but a hand swatted
his away. “Okay, okay, I get it,” he said. “No touching. But at least tell me
who you are.”
    The mattress
moved, there was a swish as she moved through the mosquito net, then the door
scraped open and closed.   He heard
a dog bark, and footsteps. Then silence. Dave tried to sit up but he had no
strength at all and he lay where he was, gasping for breath. His erection
gradually subsided and his breathing became even and regular and then he
slipped into a deep sleep.
    He woke up to the
sound of a cock crowing. He wrapped his towel around his waist and padded over
to the bathroom under the main house.   Zed’s mother was already there, chopping vegetables with a large
cleaver. She smiled at him and Dave nodded, wondering if she was smiling
because of what had happened the previous night. He winked at her and she
laughed.
    As he threw
bowlfuls of warm water over his body, he decided that it had been Zed’s mother.
He doubted that Zed would have been so willing to give him a blow job, and
Zed’s sister was probably taking care of her baby.   It was a pity that Zed’s mother didn’t speak