The Panther and the Gazelle 6
The day after that second time on the lawn, Francis finished his work and left. I wasn’t around when he did, but David said he had told him what we had done fully expecting his “punishment” which David duly gave him. Strange man indeed!
Our life resumed its normal pace thereafter for a week before tragedy struck. David had not seen his mother in all the time I had been there although he did receive occasional letters. They always made him melancholy as he missed her very much. In the last one she mentioned not all was well, but it still came out of the blue when a relative managed to find us on the phone and talk with David. Evidently his mother was seriously ill in a Mombassa hospital and he should go to see her.
Being a western company, everyone had
proper vacation times and David had accumulated an awful lot of leave. There
was no question that he had to go, so things were quickly arranged and I would
run him to catch a
I had mentioned it in passing to Fred, but nevertheless was surprised the evening before he left when he and Martha and Alex and his wife dropped by with some gifts. They also pushed some money into David’s hands; medical treatment came at a heavy price for most of the people here. I had not known just how highly his father and mother had been regarded till then.
The last couple of days were heavy with David’s worry. There was no chance we could come together with this on his mind. On the Saturday we set off early for the long drive to Limuru. Shaking hands in public as he departed, I couldn’t keep the tears from my eyes watching him walk across the road to the bus station. He had over 150 days of leave due, so there was every chance I was not going to see him for quite a while. Promises of phone calls were not going to do much but emphasise our being apart. I could only hope that his mother recovered quickly. David was not able to find out exactly what her problem was from the relative, so his mind had been busy with the worst scenarios he could put together. After his father’s death, he had good reason for worrying.
As soon as I walked into the house there was a different feel to it. Empty. Knowing I would be by myself made me feel depressed almost at once. More so when I went to bed and there was no-one to cuddle up to. It was not about sex at all. Of course I could easily have called Amer or Ahmed in for that, but it never crossed my mind. Eventually it did but they weren’t the cure for missing David. On the other side of the coin, it proved just how far I had come when I was unhappy being alone and knowing the only one who could fix it was David.
My Sunday lie in was shattered by knocking on the French windows of my bedroom. What the hell, I will kill Ahmed if this is unimportant. I wondered what it could be as I slid out from my warm haven, the lawnmower not starting, a broken garden spade, what? I pulled the curtain aside to find Francis beaming back. Quickly I undid the latch and opened the door and he furtively pushed past into the room.
“What are you doing here?” I asked incredulously.
“I saw David. And I’m working now at the Farmers Co-operative place down the road, so I thought it would be a good time to stop by and say hello.”
“You saw David!” I exclaimed and cut him off before he could say more.
“Yes, I was coming from
His cocky attitude immediately got my back up.
“So why come here?”
He shrugged. “To say hello.”
“And?”
“I told you before that I would love to spend a whole day with you. I have to be back at work tomorrow, but today I’m free. I thought you would be too. And I know David’s not here and you would be missing him, or something.”
“By something, you mean a good fuck I suppose?” I was feeling angrier by the second.
He gave me the look I was beginning to despise and chuckled. “More than one, lots!”
“That’s it!” I said, raising my voice. “Get out, now.”
“Maybe my English is not too good” he said defensively, labouring the local accent.
“Your English is fine and I know exactly what you meant, and didn’t like it.”
If he had a plan coming here, now he looked like he had failed and the attitude changed immediately.
“Sorry” he said quietly.
“It will take more than sorry, just go will you.”
Slowly he stepped towards the French window. As he brushed past me, he put his hand on my shoulder.
“I know it didn’t come out right, I’m not good at this, its difficult talking to a man, so sorry for that. But just give me one minute, just one minute.”
“One minute for what?” I asked
His hand slipped off my shoulder and intertwined with my fingers. He pulled my arm around his back bringing our bodies together. His eyes kept me transfixed as he came closer. For nowhere, his mouth closed over mine and his tongue leapt into my mine.
He didn’t stop, kissing and biting, licking and sucking. I could hear his breathing become faster and I felt myself begin to tingle. I couldn’t fight him, even if I mustered all the will in the world.
We edged towards the bed till without breaking apart we fell across the covers. He continued his oral assault till my mouth ached.
He pulled off, “Turn over” he commanded, his voice urgent and hoarse.
Pushing me in his rush, he lifted my robe and dove into my arse with his face. My cheeks were spread and a split second later I felt his warm breath and tongue stabbing and licking. The sensations brought me to overload and I found myself clenching the sheets and trying to crawl away from him. I didn’t really want to of course, but I felt like I would scream with the pleasure if he carried on any longer.
“The oil?” he said quickly.
I pointed to the bedside table and he reached over to take the bottle. I knew what was coming and I knew I wanted it almost as much as he.
It felt cold as he poured it over my hole, his fingers working it deep inside. Then he was over my back and I felt the big head of his dick slowly prise me open and he sank himself into my body.
“You make me crazy. I never think of doing this with a man, but with you I can’t get enough. Why?” He whispered in my ear before starting his rhythm.
He got himself fully inside and rotated himself in circles, scratching my bum with his pubic hair.
I couldn’t answer his question, when he was inside me it was like I was permanently out of breath, as though I had asthma or something, sucking the next lung full before his thrust winded me empty.
Then moments later he was holding me so tight I could hardly breathe again, filling me up with his juice. So quick.
“You’re fantastic” he murmured after he came down from his high.
He lifted himself up and rolled me around till I was on my back.
“Yes, you are good” I had to admit. “I can’t say I didn’t enjoy that”
“Well just wait a minute and let’s see if we can improve with practise” he laughed.
He pulled himself almost out, letting me see the size, making me wonder for the thousandth time how that could go inside. We played, him teasing pushing in just the head and withdrawing, making me wince at loosing him. He stroked slowly deep inside and back again, pushed in at angles left and right and up and down , see if I could feel anything different than straight in and out. All the time winding both of us up till unable to stand any more, we went for a second hard run.
And that is how I spent my Sunday. In the bed, on the floor, sat in the chair and spread eagled against the glass of the French windows. I don’t know how he could keep on coming time after time and I have no idea how my arse took such pounding time after time. It’s what I wanted though and what Francis wanted. Certainly I was a case of Jekyll and Hyde where he was concerned.
Our only interlude was around lunch time. Exhausted we were taking a nap when Ahmed knocked on my door and entered with a cup of coffee. Trying not to spill any, he was concentrating on the cup and didn’t see Francis cuddled up under the cover.
“You enjoying a lie in today? He asked bringing the cup to the bedside. “Thought you might want a cup of coffee, it’s nearly lunchtime.”
I laughed out loud when Francis threw back the cover and Ahmed almost jumped out of his skin.
Ahmed didn’t know what to make of it and stood there looking worried.
“How about a cup for me?” asked Francis.
Ahmed nodded vigorously and was about to turn on his heels and leave.
“You said anything about on the lawn to anyone?” asked Francis.
Ahmed’s face dropped. Unable to speak he shook his head “no” so hard it looked as if it might come off.
“You want some fun with him again” whispered Francis in my ear.
I shrugged, not minding one way or the other.
“Come over here boy” commanded Francis.
Nervously he looked back, then at me for some sort of approval.
“Now drop those shorts and climb on the bed”
I could see his mind work, afraid of Francis and the threat he made before, frightened in case something might involve Francis’ big dick and him, but at the same time dying for some sex.
“Now!” said Francis making him jump.
Quickly he did as told and got on the bed. I noticed his dick was soft, not surprising really given the look of him.
“Suck him” said Francis quietly.
I pulled Ahmed up and pushed my face into his crotch. His soft dick felt good to suck and lick before he began to harden. As he did so, Francis watched intently close by and at the same time entered me from behind.
“Feel good?”
Ahmed smiled and nodded.
“Now, fuck his face, don’t let him suck you, I want to see you fuck his mouth.”
He altered his position slightly and went to work, at the same time I could feel Francis harden and grow to full size.
Together they had me at both ends, which I enjoyed very much. I knew Ahmed well and I enjoyed our moves turning Francis on so much.
They finished close together, Francis having a last smile when he lifted my leg and slowly pulled out. Ahmed’s jaw gaped open as he watched the big dick slowly exit my body.
“Now, how about that coffee?” said Francis.
Ahmed scooted out of the bedroom, seemingly happy at getting something he liked and at the same time away from Francis. Clearly he made him nervous. As soon as the door closed Francis moved into my mouth to taste the fruits of our threesome.
And so my day went. For some reason I was happy for him to take me time after time. Not until late in the day did my body begin complaining, not least the soreness around my hole.
Francis checked my alarm clock.
“There is a bus which I have to catch or I will be walking the ten miles to the Coop Farms. 6-30 at the crossroads, would you take me down?”
We set off an hour before, the road being recently pot-holed with heavy rain. As I wrestled with the wheel, Francis sat slouched down silently looking out into the bush.
At one point I noticed his dick down the leg of his shorts. Maybe the vibration of the engine had given him a hard on. I reached over to feel. Not fully hard, but beneath the fabric it felt alive. He turned and smiled, sliding down the seat even more. I opened his shorts to slip in my hand, which was not as easy as it sounds with the Land Rover taking some looking after.
“Not empty yet?” I joked about his filling dick.
“It’s never empty, sometimes full and sometimes less than full, that’s all.”
We rounded a bend in the road to see the
crossroads ahead of us. It was only
“One last time, got to have that again.” I laughed.
He shrugged and I brought the vehicle to a halt near some sparse bushes. Leaning over, I took him in my mouth, but with the cramped cab and the gear stick it was going to be all but impossible. I suggested we get out.
I went around to his side and I went down on my knees.
“No, last time should be inside you” he said.
Willingly I bent into the cab across the seat. The idea that it was the last time did something strange, giving me the feeling I wanted to devour him. At least, I wanted to remember this one time even if I forgot the rest. I barely gave him time to get inside, rather it was me who speared onto his dick and urged him to give me a good one.
He did too, leaving me struggling to stand up with my knees shaking. Turning around, I watched his dick start to deflate, the last of his spending dripping off the end. The vision only kept me horny and I began to stroke myself.
“Your pussy can take more than any woman I met” said Francis, giving some credit.
Inexplicably, a cold shudder ran over my body making my dick quickly loose its hardness. It was what he said or the way he said it, but at that moment it didn’t matter.
“Francis, suck my dick will you, I need to get off.”
He gave a little laugh, “You know I don’t do that.”
It was true; he hadn’t even jacked my dick let alone suck me off in all the times we had been together.
“Just this once, try it the once.”
He shook his head.
“Damn it Francis, suck my dick will you. You fucked me all day and all the other times, now it’s your turn to do something for me.”
“Naw, I don’t do that” he repeated.
Instantly I became furious, which I can never remember doing before.
“No, but you were quick enough to get your tongue in my ass or mouth after Ahmed had been there. Suck my fucking dick will you!” I shouted.
He stood there, a look of shock on his face at my outburst. I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder to push him down. He resisted and shook his head again. I felt out of my mind with anger.
“Lets get one thing straight Francis, I don’t have a pussy, I have an arse hole. And you fuck arse holes. And you let people fuck your arse hole. And you suck the cum out of my arse hole, not only your own cum, but other peoples. You’re not go to kid yourself you’re fucking a woman, you are fucking a man Francis. You hear that, fucking a man?”
I would have hit him but given his size he would easily have put me away, he might even now. But I just couldn’t stop.
“Now get down on your knees and suck.”
I pressed down on his shoulder, but he didn’t move. Just stood there looking stupid with his jaw hung open in shock. Ready to give up and go home, I pushed one last time.
“Suck it Francis” I begged this time.
Slowly he began to move, his knees bending taking his face down my body. Not giving him time to change his mind, immediately I pushed into his mouth. For what seemed like an age he did nothing at all, only let it rest there or let me slide it in and out.
Finally his lips closed around me and hesitantly began sucking. It was not so good, clearly he had no experience and his teeth caught me constantly. But looking down on his handsome black face, eyes closed, running his mouth around my hard dick turned me on incredibly.
All those times he had fucked me and I had wished something in return. Now at the last here it was. The Panther was suckling the Gazelle.
All that pent up longing brought me to explosion in moments. I grabbed his head and let rip with what felt an enormous orgasm. He spluttered and coughed, but I kept him fixed till I had spilled out every last drop. It left me panting for breath and I let him go so that he fell back on his haunches. Reaching down for his hand, I helped pull him to his feet.
He looked drunk and dizzy. His eyes out of focus, blinking into the far distance. But his dick was hard. Not just hard. Normally it was at right angles to his body, now it was sticking up at sixty degrees, which I had never seen before. I realised, he was not dizzy, just out of his senses with lust. Now it was me who dropped down and grabbed him. It really was hard and felt an inch fatter and longer than usual. Finally I would be able to suck him. No sooner had that thought entered my head and put it into practise, he exploded into my mouth.
Reluctantly I let him go and stood up. We fell together exhausted and hugged.
Moments later I pushed him back a little and our mouths met. Ravenously his tongue entered and ate, exchanging our cum tastes.
Taking our fill, I broke the embrace.
“You liked that didn’t you?”
Sheepishly he nodded and said “yes” under his breath.
“I knew you would. You would do it again too, wouldn’t you?”
His gaze dropped to the dirt. “Yes” he murmured.
“All those wasted times” I shook my head in dismay. “Come on; let’s get you down for that bus.”
We sat in the vehicle till the bus came into view. He grabbed his bag and was about to cross the road.
“Francis” I called.
He stopped and turned.
“Come back and see us sometime.”
He nodded and turned around to cross the road.
“Francis” I called again stopping him in his tracks.
“Specially, if you want to fuck some ass and suck some dick.” I just couldn’t resist.
He looked dumbfounded for a few moments. Slowly he began to smile and then laugh as he whooped a cry and ran over the road.
The bus was already well laden with people hanging off every available hand hold. He disappeared into its innards, only to miraculously re-appear at a window facing the Land Rover. Sticking his hand through, he waved furiously while grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
The driver nursed the tired bus to life and eased the ancient machine onto the road, taking Francis away. A cloud of black exhaust and dust hung in the silent air where he had stood moments before.
The End