The pleasure was at its peak. Ennemiah’s mouth moved back and forth with perfect rhythm, her tongue dancing relentlessly, while the discreet movements of Lala and Tahina filled the room with electric tension. I was on the verge of exploding, muscles taut, breath short, ready to let myself be carried away.
And then, suddenly, she stopped.
Her mouth left my cock at the very last moment, leaving me hanging in the void, on the edge of the abyss. I stifled a frustrated moan, my hips lifting despite myself to seek the lost contact. Ennemiah raised her head, her wet lips glistening in the faint moonlight. She leaned close to my ear, her warm breath against my skin.
“Would you make Mum feel good too?” she whispered so low I barely heard her. “It’s been a long time since she tasted that pleasure…”
I didn’t understand at first. My mind, clouded by desire, was spinning. I simply nodded, my voice hoarse:
“Anything you want, darling… anything you want.”
She smiled in the darkness, a tender and victorious smile at once. Then, without another word, she rose to her knees, straddled my chest with feline grace. Her night skirt lifted, she positioned herself above my face, thighs spread on either side of my head. The musky scent of her arousal enveloped me immediately. She slowly lowered her hips until her hot, wet pussy brushed my lips.
I didn’t hesitate. My tongue darted out, first licking her swollen folds gently, tasting her abundant juices. She let out a small muffled sigh, placing her hands on the wall behind me for balance. I devoured her greedily, my tongue plunging inside her, swirling around her hardened clit, sucking her lips like a starving man. Ennemiah rocked slightly, rubbing her sex against my mouth, her low moans blending with the sounds of the night.
That was when I felt the movement beside us.
Ennemiah gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. And then the mattress dipped slightly. Lala.
I felt her approach, her knees on either side of my hips. She removed her panties in one fluid motion – I heard them fall to the floor – then took my rigid cock, still glistening with her daughter’s saliva, and guided it towards her. When she slowly impaled herself, centimetre by centimetre, I let out a muffled groan against Ennemiah’s pussy. Lala was hot, tight, more experienced, her inner muscles contracting around me as if finally welcoming me.
She began to move, a slow and deep rhythm, her hands resting on my stomach for support. Ennemiah, above my face, sped up too, rubbing her clit against my tongue with growing urgency. The two women looked at each other in the darkness, complicit, and I could feel them synchronising, their undulating movements like an ancestral dance.
I no longer had any coherent thought. Just sensations: the sweet and salty taste of Ennemiah on my tongue, the enveloping heat of Lala around my cock, their sighs echoing one another.
And then, suddenly, something new.
A pressure between my thighs. A hand gently parting my legs. A body sliding behind Lala, but lower, against me.
I only understood when I felt a man’s cock, hard and hot, brushing the cleft of my buttocks.
Tahina.
His glans grazed my skin, sliding slowly downward, searching for the entrance with curious patience. He said nothing, just breathed harder, as if waiting for a sign, permission.
My body stiffened for a fraction of a second. I had never… never imagined…
But the pleasure was too intense. Ennemiah on my face, Lala riding me with an increasingly rapid rhythm, and now Tahina pressed against me, his cock sliding between my buttocks, lubricated by sweat and the surrounding excitement.
I didn’t move. I didn’t say no.
And when he began to push gently, very gently, I let myself go, carried away by this night where all limits seemed to have dissolved.
I no longer knew where I began or where I ended.
There was only the four of us, united in the warm darkness of Ambatolampy.