Attention!

This book is part of the Bedserker Intimatic Universe even though this story is not a continuation of the previous book.

The events that happen in this book take place long before the time that happens in book 1 of the bedserker universe and in a different country and it is impossible for the main character in the first book to meet all the characters that exist in this story.

Different from book #1 BIU titled Between Our Vows with the genre Taboo Dark Romance, this book #1.5 BIU namely The Lucky Tenant its genre is Erotic Comedy Slice of Life with a story that is relatively lighter than the previous book.

But even so this book is still on same fictional universe and only intended for readers who are already ADULT.

Even though this story is only fiction, in order to maintain the authenticity of the story location setting, some things and terms in this book are made according to the existing reality.

#1

The story began sometime in the 1980s, when our protagonist came in to the world.

By the early 2000s he was nineteen. His name was Dadang. He came from a part of West Java that produced plenty of agricultural goods and beautiful models, though he himself lived in a village. From childhood his parents, both day laborers, taught him to work hard and live simply.

Even as a boy he started helping them. First following his uncle into construction work, later selling donuts at the market. Still he kept going to school and finished the high school. His grandfather had always told him education was the bridge to a better life. The old man never had formal schooling himself and lived hard, yet he was the smartest person Dadang knew and the one he looked up to most.

Time slipped by. Dadang graduated from the public high school in Bogor. He wanted badly to continue to university there because the city had good campuses like the University of Indonesia and drew students from all over the country. Fate had other plans. After graduation the only real choice for him was work, to help support his parents.

He sent out a few resumes just as a high school graduate here and there and finally... He got a call for an interview. The job was in the capital, a place people said was as hard as steel. He had never been there, so he asked around among friends and acquaintances. One of them had a relative already working in the city.

That relative was Asep. He had been in the capital a year, working as security at a hotel named Nocturne Prestige. From their conversation Dadang learned Asep lived in a rented room not far from the place where he was supposed to interview. Asep lived alone in a small petak-style*¹ boarding house in the Mangga Besar area and said Dadang could stay with him for a while. The people there, he told him, mostly kept everything to themself.

*¹ A row of small rental units

After a roughly four hour trip they finally reached Asep place.

The boarding house was a row of four small units. Each unit was divided into three spaces: a front room, a bedroom, and a kitchen that shared space with the bathroom. Asep unit sat toward the back, second from the end. On the far left lived the owner relative, a man they called Mas*² Joko. To the right of Asep lived two siblings, Sari and Eko. Next to them lived a women named Mbak*² Tini.

*² In Javanese, “Mas” is a respectful way to address a slightly older man, male peer, or someone of similar social standing. It can also mean “older brother” or be used affectionately. “Mbak” is a respectful Javanese term for addressing a woman who is slightly older or of similar age. It can mean “older sister” or simply “miss.”

They arrived, rested, and talked. By around one in the morning Dadang could no longer fight the sleep. The long day had left him exhausted. He said good night. Even though there was only one bedroom, he did not share it with Asep. He stretched out in the front room near the door and the window.

These were ordinary, thin-walled boarding rooms. Almost any sound can be heard clearly through the walls because of their poor quality. A television playing dangdut music next door could be heard all the way into the bathroom.

But for the already exhausted Dadang, nothing that matter. He slept hard.

At six the next morning he woke to find Asep already getting ready for work. Asep had the morning shift, seven to six.

"Dang, I'm heading to work. You've got that interview around ten, right? Just stay here. Make yourself at home."

"Thanks, Sep. Really. I appreciate you letting me crash."

"No problem. Treat it like your own place."

"What about the key when I leave?"

"Just leave it with Mas Joko or Sari. You said you were going with Eko anyway."

---

Flashback to the night they arrived. 

They got in around ten. The street was quiet. Most of the lights were already out, only the middle unit still showed light. The unit to the right of Asep's was still awake. Three people were watching television. The soccer, from the sound of it, and a lively match. Asep called out a greeting.

"Looks like a good game.."

"Of course, Sep. Come on in."

Mas Joko was tall, thin, and dark, about thirty seven, roughly 178 cm. He worked as a construction foreman and was often away on jobs. Eko was lighter-skinned, a little short, with a clear Banyumas accent. He was about twenty four and around 164 cm. Asep was twenty three, taller, about 180 cm and darker.

And Sari. She stood a couple of centimeters taller than her brother, maybe 166 cm, with a soft, rounded ass and full breast that pushed against her clothes. She had the quiet, gentle speech of a Javanese girl, pale skin, and a faint shadow of hair on her upper lip. She was around twenty. She'd mentioned she was only a year older than Dadang.

Asep brought him over.

"Dang, come meet everyone. This is Mas Joko, this is Eko, and this is Sari, Eko sister."

"I'm Dadang. Friend of Asep from back home."

Joko nodded. "So you're the one going for the interview at PT. Samudra Emas tomorrow."

"Yeah. He's staying a few days."

"No problem. I'll let Mas Sutrisno know." Mas Sutrisno was Joko older brother, the actual owner. Originally from Klaten, married to a Betawi woman who'd inherited the place.

"Make yourself at home, Dang. If you need anything, just say."

"Thank you, Mas."

Eko asked, "You know where the interview is?"

"I passed it earlier, but it was already dark. I'm not sure of the exact spot."

"Then come with me in the morning. My workplace is only a few shop houses away from yours."

"That'd be great."

Sari added softly, "Go with Mas Eko so you don't get lost."

"Thanks, Sar."

They talked a while longer. Around midnight Asep and Dadang finally turned in.

---

The next morning after Asep left, Dadang finished bathing and got ready. It was a little past seven-thirty. They had agreed he would go with Eko. He locked the door, planning to leave the key with Mas Joko. He walked to the unit on the left and knocked several times. No answer.

He went next door to Eko and Sari place. A light drizzle fell under the gray sky. The kind of morning that made people want to stay inside. As he raised his hand to knock he heard soft, broken sound from inside. Moaning. Almost little louder than a whisper.

Curiosity got the better of him. He pressed his ear to the door. It wasn't pain. It was the unmistakable sound of people fucking.

"Ahhh... Ahhh... Deeper, Mas..."

Dadang had never done it himself, but he'd watched enough blue films with the village boys to know exactly what those sound meant.

He told himself it was none of his business. The curiosity only grew. The unit had nako-style*³ windows. He tried to look through. All he could see was the empty front room with a television, a red carpet, and a few jars of snacks.

*³ Narrow glass louvers with gaps between the blades.

Around eight he worked up the nerve to knock properly.

"Assalamualaikum, Mas Eko."

The door opened almost at once. Eko stood there, hair still wet and combed flat, face fresh like he'd just been thoroughly fucked and then showered.

"Hang on, Dang. Let me put my shoes on."

"No rush. Is Sari around? I wanted to leave the key with her in case the interview runs long."

"Come in. She's still in the bathroom, I think. I'm going to grab some nasi uduk for breakfast. You eat yet?"

"Not yet. I usually skip it. Makes my stomach act up."

Eko called toward the back. "Sar.. Sar.. Dadang here with the key."

Sari voice floated out, muffled. "One second, Mas. I'm just drying off."

"All right. Wait out front, Dang. I'll be right back."

He waited.

The bathroom door clicked open. Sari stepped out wearing only a towel that covered her from chest to mid-thigh. OmG. She was thicker than he'd realized, pale and smooth all over. He stood there starring for a good half minute before she spoke.

"Dang... Dang..."

"Yeah, Sar."

"Why are you staring?" She laughed softly, a little teasing. "Your face is red."

"I'm just thirsty."

"Hang on, I'll get you some water."

"Don't bother. I'll buy something on the way."

"It's fine. Just a second."

Without thinking he followed her toward the kitchen. Whether on purpose or not, she bent at the waist to reach the dispenser sitting on the floor, no table under it. From where he stood he had a clear view of her towel riding up over the full curve of her ass as she leaned forward.

She straightened, handed him a glass and smiled.

"Are you that thirsty, Dang? Couldn't even wait and had to follow me back here?"

He drank the whole glass in a few long swallows. It tasted better than any water had a right to, like finding an oasis after days in the desert.

"Here's the key. Thanks for the water."

"Anytime. If you get thirsty again, just come over. Plenty more where that came from." She grinned. "And good luck with the interview."

"Thanks, Sar." He smilled back, the smile saying more than the words.

He and Eko left. They walked about four hundred meters, then caught a Bus Kopaja toward Harmoni Market. He stopped first at Eko workplace and waited until it was time for his interview.

PT. Samudra Emas sold large printers and handled installations. After an hour with HR he moved on to the user interview. They tested him on computer knowledge. Years of hanging around the village internet cafe had given him just enough to get by.

After lucnh his stomach was in knots. He needed this job. When they called him back in, the answer was yes. He was hired as a field technician. He signed the contract in the HR office.

By two o'clock that Monday afternoon he was on his way back to Asep boarding house.

#2

That afternoon, maybe already edging toward evening around three o'clock, Dadang reached the boarding house compound. Right at the mouth of the alley, in front of the first terrace that one occupied by Mbak Tini, he saw a motorcycle parked carelessly. To get past it he had to turn his body sideways, which left him facing the front unit.

When he looked toward the glass nako windows he caught a vague glimpse of a hand quickly pulling the curtain shut. Apparently they didn't want to be disturbed. He left it at that and kept walking toward Asep room. Passing Sari's unit he noticed her curtains were drawn. Looked like she was out.

He satcfor a while at the little shop out front, bought a pack of cigarettes and, since he hadn't eaten since noon, ordered a bowl of chicken noodles from the vendor who'd just rolled up. After he finished eating he drifted into easy talk with Pak*¹ Hasan, the shop owner, and Jono the noodle man—those were the names they gave him.

*¹ Mister

From Pak Hasan he learned the old man had been selling there long before this compound existed. He was still related by marriage to Pak Sutrisno. He knew every tenant well. From Mbak Tini, Mas Eko, Sari, Asep, and Joko. He also told Dadang that Pak Sutrisno family lived not far away and still owned another row of rooms.

Mas Joko family was in Klaten, and every month without fail he went home. As for the woman in the front unit, whom Dadang hadn't met yet, Mbak Tini was a childless widow. According to Pak Hasan she'd been living there almost three years. The longest of any of them.

Time slipped away. It was already half past five. Where the hell was Sari? Jono the noodle man had already gone back to his own place. Only Pak Hasan and Dadang were left. Fifteen minutes later a woman in a white T-shirt and black leggings appeared from the head of the alley. There she was.

"Sari, where've you been?" He called. "I've been waiting forever. I'm dying to take a shower."

"Oooh I'm so sorry Dadang." She said. "I had to go pay the rent at Pak Sutrisno place first."

"It's fine. I was just talking with Pak Hasan anyway. Right, Pak?"

"That's right, Mbak Sari." Pak Hasan answered. "Poor Dadang couldn't get in. His key was with you."

"No problem, Pak. All right, I'm heading ini. Come on, Sari."

"Yeah, let's go. See you, Pak."

"Go on then. Take care, Mbak."

That evening Sari and Dadang walked straight to the rooms. She unlocked the door, then handed him Asep key. Her face looked drawn and tired. He didn't press her. Who was he to dig into someone else's business?

Finally he stepped into the room, stripped off his shirt, and headed for the bathroom. God, what a long day.. But at least the interview had gone smoothly. Tomorrow he could start work. He wanted to call his mother and father back in the village, but there wasn't even a phone.

At exactly seven that night Asep finally came home. He walked in and started talking at once.

"Dadang, is that motorcycle been sitting out there a long time?"

"Yeah, since this afternoon." Dadang said. "Whose is it?"

"Ah, that's just Mr. Mustache—Bambang. Probably over there collecting his regular fuck."

"Who's Bambang? Isn't the front room Mbak Tini?"

"Bambang's her boyfriend. Whatever the curtains are closed you can bet she's giving him his ration."

"Oh. That explains it." Dadang laughed.

After Asep showered they headed out to find food.

"Where we eating, Asep?"

"Just the warteg*² in front of the shop-houses. Pak Rudi's place. Cheap and filling."

*² Warteg is a small, affordable Indonesian food stall or restaurant that serves simple home-style meals.

"All right. Let's go."

That night they ate at Pak Rudi's Warteg, talking about everything and nothing. Asep was funny, a little dense, and completely blunt. Dadang told him he'd been hired and had to start the next day. By the end of the meal they'd decided Dadang would stay in Asep room at least until he got his first paycheck. The money he'd brought from the village would only cover food for a month.

On the way back they ran into Mbak Tini and her boyfriend right at the mouth of the alley. Asep had said they were like and earth and sky, and he wasn't wrong. Mbak Tini looked maybe early thirties, tall, slender, with full breast and round ass that really stand out with skin the warm yellow of a Javanese woman. Next to Sari she was clearly the prettier one. Sari was thicker, her belly little soft, while Tini was leaner. What they shared were the same generous, jutting parts top and bottom. That was enough about her. The bald guy was already kicking the starter on his red underbone.

"Evening, Mbak Tini," Asep called. "Evening, Uncle. Heading home already?"

"Uncle? Who the fuck you calling uncle?" Bambang snapped. "Come help me push this thing out, Asep."

"Evening Asep." Mbak Tini said. "Where've you two been? And who's this?"

"This is my friend Dadang, Mbak. From same village." Asep said while he helped push Bambang beat-up scooter out of the alley.

"Nice to meet you, Mbak. I'm Dadang, Asep friend from back home."

"Nice to meet you too. All right then. I'm going inside. See you, Dadang. Good night."

"Good night, Mbak."

After Bambang left, Asep came straight to the room.

"See? Told you. Earth and sky."

"Yeah.. But why's she with him?" Dadang asked. "She's good looking."

"You still don't get it. Money talks. Look at the bike—guy's got cash. From what Jono says, Bambang's her boss at work."

"That explains it."

"Exactly. Stop daydreaming about Mbak Tini and go jerk off in the bathroom already."

"Your mind's always in the gutter. Come on, let's sleep. I start work tomorrow."

"Okay, bro."

They fell asleep in the separate rooms.

The next morning Dadang was up at five. Asep was still snoring. He went to the bathroom for the morning ritual, took a shit, then stood around not knowing what to do. Work didn't start until eight-thirty. He decided to get some air and jog a little.

They alley was still quiet. He ran toward the main road for about fifteen minutes, then turned back, thirsty. Halfway to the compound he was half-startled to see Mbak Tini hanging laundry on the front line. She was still in her sleep clothes. Tank top and short shorts.

"Whoa—oh it's you, Dadang." She said, startled. "You scared me."

"Sorry, Mbak. Nobody was around."

"Where'd you come from? You're sweating."

"Just a short run. Woke up early and didn't know what else to do."

"Well, keep me company while i hang these. It's still dark enough that I'm a little nervous doing it alone. If I wait till later the old men from the other compound start teasing me." Yeah understandable. Her unit was the very first one, so anyone walking the alley could see everything. The only drying space any of them had was right in front of their own terraces.

"Here, let me help."

What should have been five or ten minutes of laundry turned into half an hour of easy talk. Miss Tini was good company. She's warm, a little sharp-tongued like Asep. She told him she worked as a waitress at a restaurant in the Taman Sari area, from eleven in the morning to ten at night, rotating days off with the other girls. She even opened up a little about her past. She'd dropped out of junior high after getting pregnant, married young, then miscarried at three months. That was the excuse her husband used to leave her, with no more responsibility.

Helping her hang the clothes felt akward. He ended up touching her underwear more than once. She just laughed and teased him.

"Never filled one of these kind in your laundry before, Dadang? Why so nervous?"

Between embarrassment and wanting more especially wanting to see the real thing, he finished helping and went back to his room. She'd invited him in for coffee, but it was already six. He didn't want the others waking up and getting the wrong idea.

The first week disappeared into work. Overtime every night chasing the year end project meant he barely saw the other tenants. Still, after a little more than a week Dadang fell surprisingly at home. People here were friendlier than the cold picture of the capital he'd carried in his head. "Maybe I'm just lucky, or maybe the capital has really become more welcoming than before." He thought to himself.

One afternoon he rode the company Vespa back early. The project already finished, only four o'clock. Asep was on the night shift, so he stopped at Warteg Pak Rudi and bought him a take out meal.

He was about to knock on Sari's door when the sound from the television stopped him. It was a soap opera, but underneath it came the wet, rhythmic slap of skin and a woman's sharp, peppered gasp. Plap, plap, plap, mmmfff, shhhh... Mmmff.. Plop.

Was Eko home early? The other day he'd overheard him and Sari going at it. But those flip-flops outside looked like Asep's.

Without thinking he leaned toward the nako window.

Holy fuck!

Asep was inside Sari. Both of them naked. She was riding him, rising and falling. His long cock slid in and out of her cunt. Their eyes were closed, lost in it.

---

Earlier that afternoon Asep had come home from lunch, still hours before his night shift. He stripped to a sarung*³ and was about to nap when someone knocked.

*³ Sarong or more precisely called sarung in Indonesia is a traditional piece of fabric worn by wrapping it around the waist and securing it at the hips. It is commonly worn in Indonesia and other parts of Southeast Asia, often for everyday activities, religious occasions, or cultural events.

The door opened.

"Sari? What's up?"

"Mas Asep... can you help me put the new gallon on? The dispenser's empty."

"Sure. Where is it?"

"Right there. Eko forgot this morning."

He lifted the heavy jug into place.

"Done."

"Thanks. Sorry to bother you."

Only then did he notice she was wearing nothing but a tight sports bra and thin shorts that clung to every curve. Fresh from exercise, cheeks still flushed.

"You on nights again?"

"Yeah, once a week. You look good after the workout."

"I'm exhausted, actually. And thirsty."

She bent over the dispenser, ass high in front of him, and drank.

"OmG, Sari! Your ass is huge!"

"You're such a pervert." She drank too fast on purpose, water spilling down the front of her bra, outlining the hard nipples that had already been stiff.

"And those tits..."

"Looks like something under that sarung is getting big too."

No one could say who moved first. Suddenly tthey were locked together, tongues deep, Asep mouth working from her forehead to her ear to her throat. The sports bra vanished. His tongue found both heavy breasts.

"Fuck. These are perfect."

"Keep going... take the sarung off."

He did. Her shorts followed. No panties. She was already soaked.

"Lick me."

He buried his face between her legs.

"God, you smell so good."

"I'm close... ahhh..."

Before she could finish he pushed his cock into her. The wet slap of skin filled the tiny room. Plop! Plop! Plop!

"You're dirty."

"But it feels better with a cock, doesn't it?"

"Take me to the front room. It's too hot in here."

He carried her the few steps. She climbed back on and rode him hard.

"Your cock feels so good... deeper..."

The sound of fucking, moaning, skin meeting skin filled the two-by-two space.

"I'm gonna come!"

"Inside! I'm not fertile right now. Come with me—Ahhhh!!!"

He emptied himself in long pulses deep in her cunt.

"Fuck... that was perfect."

"Anytime..." She murmured, tongue half out in a lazy tease.

They got dressed quicky. Asep hurried back to his own room. Eko would be home soon.

He spotted the Vespa outside.

"Whose bike is that? Whatever. After a fuck like that I just want to sleep."

He opened the door and froze.

"Dadang? You already home?"

"Half an hour ago." He said.

"You watched, didn't you? Me and Sari?"

"You mean your fuck session with her?"

He grinned. "Yeah."

"Lucky bastard. How nice of you to get a great free pussy."

"That's just how it is. Welcome to the Capital!"

"Asshole."

They talked for a while. Listening to him made Dadang cock hard for the rest of the night. In the end he gave up. Went to the bathroom, and jerked off everything he'd been holding back since afternoon.

#3

O Capital city, you are as dark as the sunset

You glitter upon silk

Words tangled in curses and praise

People flocking in migration to the capital

Searching for hope beyond measure.

How beautiful you are, o capital

He could not resist telling her tale.

Boom! Boom! Brrrr... Brrrr... Boom! Thunder rolled against the December downpour. By then, Dadang had already worked two full weeks in the capital, still crashing at Asep rented place.

The rain was coming down hard. The capital was flooded everywhere. Shit! It was pouring, and he hadn't brought a raincoat. Dadang was on his way from the office to a client's place to swap out a broken printer, hauling a replacement on his powder-blue '86 Vespa.

It was probably around Juanda when he pulled over at a roadside stall. Damn, he had already smoked two cigarettes and the rain hadn't let up. Finally, after the third, it started to ease. He watched the other shelter-seekers drift out and resume their journeys.

As he was about to kickstart the Vespa, a soft hand tapped his shoulder.

"Dang.. Dadang.."

He turned around. Oh, turns out that soft hand belonged to Mbak Tini.

"Hey, Dang. Where you headed? Still working?"

"Yeah, Mbak. Gotta make one more stop around Batu Tulis. Where you off to? Not working today?"

"Nah, Dang. I took the day off. Had some family business near Ami Sangaji. I'm heading home now."

"Oh, I see. Wanna ride with me? We can head home together after. I just need to swap one printer unit, then I'm done. Besides, traffic's like hell now if you take the Kopaja*¹."

*¹ Kopaja is a type of public minibus that was once common in Jakarta, Indonesia. It was used for short-distance travel around the city and usually followed fixed routes. Kopaja was known as an affordable and practical way to get around Jakarta. Today, Kopaja has largely become a thing of the past, as most of its services have been replaced by the modern TransJakarta system.

"Hmmm, I don't know, Dang..." She pretedended to think. "But ok, sure. I'll take the ride with you. It's jammed everywhere after rain anyway, to many puddles."

"Alright, Mbak. Here's your helmet!" On that Vespa, he always kept a spare because sometimes he had to ride tandem with a teammate.

That afternoon, he and Tini headed toward Batu Tulis. On the way, she wouldn't stop yapping about everything under the sun. Turns out, Mbak Tini was fun. At first glance, she looked standoffish, but once he knew her, the woman was a real chatterbox. They finally reached the client's office. He got off and told her to wait on the front terrace they used for parking.

"Won't be long, Mbak. I'm going in to install this printer. Fifteen minutes, tops."

"Sure, Dang. I'll wait here."

About fifteen minutes later, he stepped out and went straight to Tini, who was sitting pretty on a garden chair out front. Damn, looking at her, Mbak Tini didn't seem like a widow at all. Her stomach’s still slim. "Of course she is! She hasn't dropped the machine yet a.k.a she never gave a birth, so she's basically a hot young widow...in a full bloom." That's what Dadang thought himself.

"That was fast, Dang."

"Of course. Having you around gets me fired up. I wanted to finish quick."

"Oh, you. Learning how to sweet talk now? Watch out, or I'll devour you."

"Who's scared? Whatever you do to me I'm ready! Oh shit! Come on, let's go. It's getting dark again. Looks like more rain."

That afternoon, around four, they rode toward the boarding house because the sky had turned a bruised, heavy gray. They probably wouldn't make it before the downpour. And sure enough, once they hit Gajah Mada, the rain hammered down. Brrr, brrr. He gunned the Vespa. Tini yelled over the engine. "Just keep going, Dang. We're already soaked. I need a shower and a change of clothes. I'm sticky."

They finally reached the boarding house, and for some reason, he followed Tini right inside. Oi! Your place with Asep was just next door. But whatever, as a narrator I can't do anything...

The atmosphere inside was dim and quiet 'cause everyone was still at work. Asep usually got back around seven, Eko around eight, and Mas Joko was working on a project in Bogor, so he probably wouldn't be around for days.

Tini bolted straight for the bathroom the moment she got in. She had to pee bad. From the bathroom, she half shouted. "Dang, I'm just gonna shower. No point changing halfway."

"Sure, Mbak. Go ahead."

"Make yourself at home. If you want coffee, help yourself. It's in the kitchen cabinet."

"Really, Mbak? What if I make instant noodles?" He teased.

"Dadang, Dadang... Your behavior is just like an old proverb—we give you a thigh and you ask for the breast." She laughed. "Fine, make some. There's some in the cabinet. But make two bowls. I'm starving too."

"Roger, Mbak."

After that... 

Two bowls of instant noodles with half boiled eggs sat on Tini's living room table. Click. The bathroom door opened. There she was, wearing only a white towel that looked overwhelmed by what it had to contain. With just that towel, she sat right next to him. Her long black hair falling to her shoulders, making her look absolutely perfect.

Oh God, Dadang thought, You created the finest masterpiece in a daughter of Eve. Instantly, his boxer short grew tight. His pants and shirt were soaked from the rain, so he'd stripped them off to avoid catching a chill. He was still in his boxers and a slightly dry white undershirt. The noodles that had looked delicious steaming hot suddenly seemed ice cold.

"Hey, Dang. Your noodles are getting cold. Why are you spacing out? Eat up."

"O.. Right, Mbak." Then he grabbed the bowl from the table.

"By the way, the noodles you made are pretty good, Dang. Al dente if you know what I'm saying." She set down her empty bowl, whether she loved it or was just ravenous she'd demolished it in five minutes. "Now I want to eat the chef too." She giggled.

"You're something else, Mbak Tini." He tried to finish his bowl, but it looked more nauseating with every swallow. He was craving something else.

After struggling through his bowl, he watched as Tini, whether by accident or design bent over to grab the dirty dishes. That undersized towel slipped. Damn. There they were. Full, round breast, nipples small and red and hard, ripe for taking. Below, a flat, beautiful stomach, hips curving down to a full, round ass.

In a flash, instead of fixing her towel, Tini's hand shot out and caught the bulge straining against his boxers.

"OmG, Dang. Is this a cock or an elephant trunk? It's huge." In an instant, she freed his dick from its  transparent cage and tossed his boxers somewhere.

"Hahhh.. Mbak Tini, that tickles..." He fought the sweet tickle. Down below, she was bobbing her mouth on his cock. Warm, ticklish, and feels amazing. Tini grew greedier, swallowing more of him. What had been half in was now a third down her throat. "Slurp slurp slurp." The sound of her mouth walls and his cockhead meeting.

"Mmmhhmm, your cock is so good, Dang. Ahh, Al dente! I'm eating you all up." His hands weren't idle either. He guided her head up and down. "Keep going, Mbak. So good!"

After about ten minutes of Tini oral worship, from the base of his balls to the head of his cock, it felt like a current was about to surge out hard. And sure enough, when Tini pressed his cock all the way into her throat, five thick spurts of pleasure erupted. Pew pew pew pew pew!!! It felt better than three rounds of jerking off in the bathroom.

After wiping his cockhead, Tini grabbed some water. Rinsed her mouth a little, and swallowed. Where that boldness came from, he did not know, but he immediately hugged Tini from behind. His tongue danced across her neck to the tip of her ear. Tini gasped like she'd bitten a chili and turned to devour his mouth.

Slurp, slurp, slurp, squelch, squelch! They kissed ferociously. Tini's eyes were half closed, like she was holding back a rising tide. When he tried to keep kissing, she pulled his hand. "Come on, Dang. Let's go to the bedroom. More comfortable lying down."

Still kissing, still kneading her breast, they walked to the middle bedroom. Once there, Tini climbed onto his lap and attacked his mouth again, savagely. After ten minutes of tongue wrestling, he took the initiative to lay her down. Once she was flat, he moved to those perfectly rounded breasts.

He sucked and lightly bit her nipples over and over. Tini grew more aroused, gasping like she'd eaten something spicy. "Ahhh.. Sshhh.. Hmmm... Dang.. It hurts.. Ahhh.. Feels so good, Dang..." From her breast, he moved down to her stomach, his tongue dancing around her navel.

That spot was so tempting, with fine black hairs growing around it. From the top center, it looked like a cashew nut wrapped in skin, protuding, with pale red folds below, slightly wet.

His tongue swept across that cashew, and unexpectedly, Tini half screamed. "Ahh, ahh, fuck! That feels so good, Dang!" Then she clamped his head between her thighs. He could barely breathe. He kept licking while two of his fingers probed inside Tini's cunt.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhh, aahhhh, so good, Dadang, keep going, Dang!" After about twelve minutes of wrecking Tini's pussy, she tensed hard. "Ahhhh! Dadang, I can't take it!" Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Three hard spurts if her cum soaked the Hello Kitty bedsheet. The sheet was a mess of wet, clear yellowish stains.

After that, Tini went back to devouring his mouth. They kissed slower and more romantic. While kissing, he played with her nipples again. He twisted them, then finished with a firm squeeze around the base of her breasts. Tini's hand drifted down and immediately gripped his cock, which wasn't exactly grippable.

And pop! His cockhead pierced into Tini cunt. It felt tight and warm. He tried to push his cock into her pussy. A few times it was still difficult, but slowly, after thirteen thrusts, Tini's cunt began to open, and plap, plap, plap, his cock made some progress, though only half was in.

Suddenly, they both froze. Tini the blanket to cover her naked body. He snatched his boxers from the floor, opened the door, and ran out wearing only his boxers.

At the mouth of the alley, he saw a man running frantically while a woman kept screaming, "Thief! Thief! Dadang, catch that thief!" It was Ci*² Nunung, the nasi uduk*³ vendor at the front of their alley. She kept screaming. He shifted to chasing the thief, who had been about to hide in their alley. When he ran, he wasn't looking ahead.

*² Ci or Cici is an Indonesian term commonly used to address an older sister or a young Chinese-Indonesian woman. It is a friendly and respectful way of addressing someone, similar to “older sister” or “Miss.”

*³ Nasi uduk is an Indonesian rice dish cooked with coconut milk and spices, giving it a rich, fragrant, and slightly savory taste. It is commonly served with fried chicken, eggs, tempeh, tofu, and sambal (spicy Indonesian chili sauce).

He crashed into Jono's chicken noodle cart, fell, and Jono grabbed him. Not to be outdone, he delivered hard punches to his face and stomach. Dadang was furious at this bastard. He kept hitting him even after Pak Hasan held him back. "Enough, Dang! Enough! The thief passed out..."

When he came to his senses and looked at the thief, damn, he was a mess. It's true. When you're in heat and someone interrupts, you go fucking crazy. He was about to break Tini's pussy if it weren't for this thief. But there were too many people out front, so he couldn't go straight back to Tini's place. She seemed to understand and immediately pushed his clothes out the window. He reached for them and hurried back to his boarding house.

So he turned back to Sari's door and knocked. "Sari... Sari..." Click—the door opened. Sari seemed to have just woken up, standing groggy in front of her place. "What's going on, Dang? Why was it so noisy earlier?"

"Ah, Sar, you were sleeping through it. There was a thief. He stole Ci Nunung helmet."

"So where's the thief?"

The thief was taken by Pak Hasan and the neighborhood head to the community hall.

"Oh, thank God. But why aren't you wearing a shirt, Dang?"

"Oh, this... I chased the thief and fell into a puddle, so my shirt got wet. That's why I'm shirtless now and ready to meeting you."

"Ihhh, Dadang, you pervert!" She turned around. When she turned, he saw her big ass, even bigger tham Tini. The moment she turned, he grabbed it.

Smack! Then he ran away!

"Dadang! How dare you!"

Ahhh, he really that frustated because he failed to break Tini pussy. Long story short, night fell. All the boarding house residents began returning to their rooms.

#4

A bright morning followed the heavy rains that had battered the capital since the previous afternoon. The sun shone clear and strong. Around eoght o'clock Dadang was still in deep sleep while his housemates in the rented rooms had already begun their day. Asep as usual that week, had drawn the morning shift and left at seven. Eko was getting ready to leave, accompanied by Sari.

That morning Eko and Sari planned to go together to Eko's workplace. Besides reporting for work, Eko had invited her because his boss had mentioned they needed a new female employee. Eko had immediately recommended Sari, his cousin.

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Slap! Slap! Slap! A beautiful woman with long hair pinned back was riding a fat, bald older man whose thick mustache looked like Pak Raden from the popular children's TV series Si Unyil. Up and down their thighs and genitals slammed together, the wet sounds growing louder.

"Ahhh fuck Tini! Your cunt is so fucking delicious. Every day it gets tighter. Totally different from my wife. Hers just keeps getting looser..."

"Ahhh Mas Bambang, you know how to talk. Tini feels good too... Your cock is already deep inside, grinding and grinding..."

While she kept grinding on him, Tini continued praising Bambang, who was none other than her supervisor at work.

This was the mustached man. His name was Bambang, originally from Pacitan, 43 years old. What stood out about him was his thick, bushy black mustache and tje fat belly that stuck out so far that when he wore a shirt the buttons looked ready to pop. Bambang was Tini's boss, and they had been carrying on this forbidden affair for about a year. He was already married, with a sweet wife and two children who were nearly teenagers.

Tini was happy enough with the arrangement. Why wouldn't she be? The rent was paid. Monthly spending money flowed smoothly from Bambang wallet into hers. All she had to do was spread her legs or grind her cunt for a few minutes, and it was enough.

Like right now.

Slap... Slap... Tini could tell Bambang was about to come. She tightened the muscles deep inside her pussy.

"Ahhhh Tini, Mas almost there—"

The moment she slammed her cunt back down, spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Bambang cock twitched, shrank, and pop slipped out of her grip.

Flashback to thirty minutes earlier.

Vroom! Vroomm! A fat man on a red underbone motorcycle tore through the morning traffic on Gajah Mada St, cleary in a hurry. Click. He reached his destination, killed the engine, and parked right in front of a row of four rented rooms.

By then Bambang was already rock hard and desperate. He had planned morning sex with his wife, but sje was on her period. That morning he had already drunk Irex mixed with free-range chicken egg. "Ahhh, better just dump it all into Tini... Ehehe." That was Bambang plan, and he succeeded in pumping his load deep into Tini's cunt.

After finishing his business he hurriedly put his clothes back on. He still had to make his youngest, Ayu, to her English lesson. Tini was used to Bambang's ways. To her he was just a walking ATM. Mutualism in its purest and simplest form. She gave the cunt, he gave the money.

After Bambang left, Tini headed to the bathroom to wash off every drop of the rank fluid he had sprayed into her. While soaping her body she squeezed her big, round, heavy breast, imagining Dadang. Her hand slid down to the still swollen pussy Bambang had left half-satisfied.

After bathing she fixed herself up a little in front of the mirror and chose her outfit for the day. Hahh, this one'll do —easy access. She settled on a tight, thin pink V-neck shirt over a black lace bra, black g-string panties (a gift from Bambang), and a short black tennis-style mini skirt that sat twenty centimeters above the knee with a high side slit.

Knock knock knock. "Dang. Dang..."

Dadang woke from sleep, wearing only a sarung with nothing underneath and a thin white shirt.

"Ahh shit, who the hell is knocking this early? Disturbing people trying to sleep. Yeah, just a second!"

He opened the door and click! His eyes went wide. Damn, Mbak Tini looked sexy as hell.

"Ehh Mbak Tini, come in Mbak!"

"Yeah, thanks Dadang." She stepped inside.

"Sorry the place is a mess, Mbak. Bachelor life, you know..."

"Shhh, it's fine, Dang. Oh, you just woke up, huh... Sorry for bothering you this early..."

"Bother? What bother? I'm not feeling bothered when the one doing the bothering is a beautiful, sexy woman like Mbak Tini." His eyes kept drifting to her smooth thighs as she sat on the floor. Fucking heavens...those thighs are so smooth... A little drool threatened at the corner of his mouth while he adjusted the sarung. Underneath it a cobra was already rising.

"Ihhh Dadang, your brother already hard and no one's even teasing him yet. Yeah, Dang, I needs a favor. My phone's got no signal at all. I need to call home but I can't. I've turned it off and on and it still won't make calls."

"Let me see the phone, Mbak... Whoa! New phone, Mbakk... Nice." He checked it.

"Nah, it's second hand. My boyfriend gave it to me yesterday."

"Ohhh the one with the mustache, huh, Mbak?"

"Yeah, Dadang. Ehhh why are you sulking? Jealous? Coke on, admit it. You like Mbak, don't you?"

"Ihh Mbak Tini... Wait, Mbak, there's no SIM card in this thing. Without a SIM card how's it supposed to make calls?"

"What's a SIM card, Dang?"

"SIM card's the little card from the provider, Mbak..." He leaned in, lips almost touching hers, and smack! His hand slapped the soft inner thigh right beside her cunt. He thought to himself that of course she wouldn't know what a SIM card was. It looked like this was the first time she'd even held a phone.

"Ahh Mbak Tini, so you don't understand what a SIM card is but if it was a cock you'd understand perfectly, hehe. Anyway, Mbak, later we'll just buy a SIM card if it's missing."

Mmmhffmm. Their lips met, tongues already twisting together. Breathing grew heavy. Dadang hands skillfully peeled off Tini's shirt and bra. Not to be outdone, Tini yanked his shirt off. Now they were half naked, Tini straddling his lap.

After thoroughly enjoying her breasts, Dadang pulled her skirt off and tossed it aside. Thud! He flung his own sarung into the corner. He stood and offered his cock to her mouth. Squatting, Tini took a third of it down her throat.

"Ohhh... Damn! That feels good, Mbak..."

Thud! Dadang laid her on the mattress. She still wore the black g-string. Without removing it he dove in, licking the clitoris the size of a cashew nut wrapped in soft skin, devouring the pale-red folds with hunger. Tini moaned and writhed.

"Ahhh Dadang... So good, Dadang... Ahhh! Ahhh! Dadang..."

Schlick. Schlick. The wet sounds of his mouth working her cunt. Suddenly Tini pushed him aside, climbed on top, thighs spreading, and wrapped her hand around his cock that too thick to close her fingers around completely. She guided the head right to her entrance.

Pop! The head slipped in. Tini rocked her hips slowly, teasing the still tight mouth of her pussy.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Little by little Dadang's cock forced it's way deeper. Squelch. Squelch. Slap! Squelch. Slap! After ten minutes only three quarters of it had disappeared inside her.

Tini kept rising and falling, face twisted in a mix of strain and pleasure. Sweat began to glaze both of them. Her cunt was incredibly tight. Every time she sank down the head of his cock felt like it was stabbing deeper every time she rose the inner walls clung and dragged.

"Ohhh..uhfftttt...ahhhh Mbak, that was...ahhh..so fucking good..." Smack! Dadang slapped her ass.

"Ihhh Dadang, you're so bold and naughty..." Still grindinh on his cock, she squeezed her own tits.

Squelch! Squelch! Slap!! Slap!! Squelch! Wet sounds as her juices started to overflow.

"Aiyaaahhhh! Dadang... Mbak gonna come!"

Dadang ignored her and started thrusting up to meet her. Slap! Slap! Squelch! Slap! Twenty minutes and he still hadn't come.

"Holy hell Dadang, you're so strong... Dadang... Dadangg... Please not so hard... Ahhhh! Dadang!!!"

Gush! Gush! Gush! Tini's cum spilled out in thick streams.

Hahhh... She looked down, startled. Only three quarter of his cock was inside her. She glanced at the wall clock. Thirty minutes and he still hadn't finished.

Dadang pulled her off, turned her around, and propped her on a pillow so she was on all fours in front of him. He lined up and drove back in.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Slap! Squelch! Slap! Smack! Smack! Smack!! He kept spanking her ass while they fucked doggy style. Hard and deep.

Holdinh her left wrist, he kept slamming deeper and deeper. In this position his cock finally disappeared completely.

Slap slap slap!!! Ahhhhhh!!! "Wait, Dadang! Why does it feel even deeper? Ahhhhh!"

"Yeah, Mbak, now it's all the way in!"

While he pounded her, he playfully pushed his little finger into her ass.

Pop!

"What is that Dadang? Ouchhh Daaaanngg... I can't hold it... Gonna come again!"

"Hold it, Mbak. Almost there..."

His cock was wrecking her insides. Every time he pulled out the walls of her cunt clung and dragged after him. Every time he slammed back in they swallowed him whole. Her pussy was fully stretched open now, juices leaking every time he withdrew.

Finally what Tini had been waiting for arrived. Dadang thrust turned erratic and wild. He was close.

On the third deep stroke he groaned. "Mbak, be ready...Dadang about to shoot!"

"Go for it Dang...ahhh...I've been holding it so long, my head already spinning..."

Slap! Slap! Squelch, squelch! Slap!!! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Five thick pulses of Dadang's cum flooded deep into Tini's cunt at the same moment she finally let go of her second orgasm. So much cum poured out of both them that is soaked the sheet belonging to Asep.

They stayed locked together for several minutes until Dadang thick cock softened just enough for him to pull out. Then they collapsed onto Asep's mattress. Tini curling herself against the solid chest of the man who had just fucked her senseless.

"God, what a perfect morning... I got money from Bambang and now I got Dadang's cock. Ahhh Dadanggg... Mbak falling for you even harder...

#5

"Ahhhhh hahahah come on, hide Ndi, just in this hallway…" Thud!!! "Xixixi!" "Mama it hurts!!!"

The sound of a child crying echoed through the hallway of Dadang's boarding house. Shortly after, an adult's footsteps approached, accompanied by a voice calling out, "Andi, Dika, what are you two doing over there?" That morning, the two young children had been playing hide-and-seek with the others.

They had run off to hide in the hallway of Dadang's boarding house. In her haste to hide with Andi, Dika slipped on the floor of the boarding-house yard and began to cry. Ci Nunung hurried over to her youngest, who was still only in first grade. Half angry and half concerned, Ci Nunung scooped Dika up into her arms.

The commotion outside had already roused the two people who had been lost in lust.

"Huhhhhh, Dang… wake up, Dang… sounds like a bunch of people out front." Mbak Tini said, trying to rouse Dadang. But Dadang still found it hard to open his eyes.

"Hehhhh, you're still dead to the world, huh… What time is it even?" Mbak Tini glanced at the wall clock. "Hem, already eleven. OmG, I'm late! What am I gonna do…"

Right then, Mbak Tini positioned her mouth in front of his cock. The moment she closed in, the warm wetness of her mouth wrapped around the head of Dadang's cock with a soft, wet seal. She started slow… up and down… until the rhythm picked up. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her sucking filled the quiet room, schlick… schlick… gluck… mixed with soft, greedy slurps.

"Ohhh, Mbak Tini's already turned on, huh. Look at that, my cock is getting hard again."

Dadang pulled her up and immediately attacked her mouth, ears, cheeks, neck, licking every inch. She had only meant to wake him so he could get ready for work faster, but the hot breath and the wild sucking of his mouth pulled her under again.

"Ahhhhh shhhhhhs hhhhh…" Mbak Tini's breathing grew ragged as Dadang expertly sucked and tugged at her nipples. While he nursed at her tits, his left hand slipped between her legs and began teasing the clit that was already swelling. His little finger pushed in and out of the cunt that was starting to get wet. Once he felt she was slick enough, he lined the head of his cock up against the entrance of her pleasure and drove in. After three or four hard thrusts the blunt head buried itself deep inside Mbak Tini with a wet, heavy push.

She moaned again. "Ahhhhh ahhhhhh Dang…"

Dadang started pumping into her. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, slap… slap… squech, slap…as he worked his cock in and out of her.

He was on top of her in the classic position, controlling the pace. Sometimes hard, sometimes slow, stirring her cunt thoroughly. The slick, rhythmic sounds of their fucking grew louder with every thrust.

Minute after minute passed. Fifteen minutes of steady pounding with no break. At the twenty-minute mark he switched to a special rhythm he remembered from a porno he'd watched at a school friend's house. Ten shallow thrusts, then on the eleventh he buried himself to the hilt with a deep, wet schlick.

He repeated it over and over—shallow, shallow, then a full, hard drive that made her gasp. Before either of them realized it, forty minutes had gone by. Mbak Tini looked completely wrecked until she couldn't hold the dam back any longer.

A long, shuddering cry tore from her throat as her cunt gushed that hot, sticky release in several strong pulses.

"Ahhhhhahahhhh…" she dragged in a long breath. "O shit, sorry Dang… I couldn't control it anymore."

With a soft, wet pop, Dadang pulled his cock out.

"It's fine, just rest a bit, Mbak. You're still tired, right?"

He stroked her messy hair and lay down beside her.

"Uh huh. Dang, you haven't come yet? What a stamina… you're holding out so long. Don't tell me you've done this a lot with other girls?"

"No worries, we can go again later, Mbak, hehe. Ahhh no, Mbak, this is the first time I've ever done it with you. My virginity got taken in your mouth, remember?"

"Hehe hehhh… I'm so happy I got to be the first one to take it! Ehh Dang, I'm need going to the bathroom. Gotta wash this cunt of mine. It's flooding and sticky as hell."

"Sure, go ahead, Mbak."

Mbak Tini went into the bathroom. Dadang stared at his cock, still standing stiff. It was still going strong, and he wanted more. He figured he might as well join her while she was still in the bathroom. Playing in there sounded like fun too.

He went for it. The bathroom door clicked open. Mbak Tini looked a little startled, then smiled with meaning.

"Ehh, Dadang…"

He pulled her into a tight hug, mouth searching for hers. Their kiss was deep and messy, wet sounds of lips and tongues filling the small space while her still-damp body pressed against his solid frame.

They pressed together in the narrow bathroom. The water had refreshed her. She was turned on all over again and ready to service him for rounds two and three. While they kissed, his hands creatively hunted for every sensitive spot. Once he found the perfect place, those meat-covered cashews of hers were played with again.

"Ahhhhhh! Ahhhh! Shhhhh…" she started getting loud. He pushed two fingers into her cunt and fucked them in and out with wet, steady schlick-schlick sounds.

Her walls fluttered.

"Ahhh, it's time."

He laughed to himself, then leaned her against the wall, lifted one of her legs so she was open, the other foot still on the floor, and drove his cock straight in with a heavy, wet thrust. He started pumping her while standing. The sharp slap of his hips against her thighs mixed with the slick sounds of his cock moving inside her.

"Ahhhh ahhh ahhh…" The tiny bathroom echoed with the sweet, filthy sounds of two people lost in heat. He kept thrusting steadily while his mouth never left hers. Wet kisses and the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh filled the air for a full ten minutes.

Then she bent over in front of the sink, right hand gripping the edge, left hand guiding his cock back into its sheath. He sank in deep. Now the wet slap of their fucking mixed with the heavy smack of his thighs against hers. In doggy style his cock buried itself perfectly. He pounded her at a high, relentless rhythm, stirring her cunt without pause. The bathroom filled with the raw, wet sounds hard fucking of flesh meeting flesh. To conserve energy with hard fucking, Dadang continued to gently rub against her with his penis, and then she let out a sharp moan.

More than thirty minutes passed before she started trembling.

"Dang… I want to come…"

"Just a little longer, Mbak…"

He sped up, hips snapping harder, the wet impacts growing louder and faster.

"Aaaahhhh… Dadang… I'm right at the edge… Come on, Dang… let's come together…"

A deep, pulsing groan tore from him as the hot surge of his cum shot deep into her womb in several strong spurts.

"Dang… you're incredible… from morning until afternoon you've been pounding me nonstop… I've already squirt three times."

"Yeah, thanks a lot, Mbak, for servicing me again… hehe."

They finally showered together, soaping each other up. Afterward they got dressed. Only then did Mbak Tini remember she was supposed to have gone to work. The clock already showed one in the afternoon. They had been in the bathroom for more than an hour.

"Shiittt! Dang… I completely forgot. I'm not going in today…"

"Mbak, didn't you say your phone didn't have a SIM card yet? Ready going out to buy the card with me?"

She laughed a little. "Hehehe, sorry Dang. Actually the SIM card's at home. I just missed your cock so much I looked for any excuse so I wouldn't seem like a total slut for wanting it…"

Dadang realized Mbak Tini had played him, though he kept his amusement to himself. "If you want it, just ask. From now on this cock belongs to you, Mbak." He squeezed her tit through her shirt.

"Alright, I'm heading home first. Gonna take a real bath."

"Mbak Tini… since you're already skipping work, how about we go out later this afternoon? Count it as our Saturday-night date, hehe. You dare?"

"Ohhh, let's go! Who's scared!"

Mbak Tini walked off toward her own room in the boarding house.

That afternoon, Dadang's stomach was growling hard. After three rounds with Mbak Tini his belly was demanding its own share.

"Ahhh, better eat first. What should I get… Just go out front for now. Might as well get some takeout for Mbak Tini too."

#6

The clock showed a quarter past one in the afternoon when Dadang hurried out toward the front of the boarding-house alley. That afternoon he planned to buy lunch for himself and Miss Tini.

What should he eat in this heat? He was too lazy to walk all the way out front. It made sense. He just finished fucking earlier, so he was all drained, hehe.

Dadang took a few steps from the mouth of the alley in front of his boarding house. The main road that led into the complex looked quieter than usual. Normally that street stayed busy with people buying daily needs at Pak Hasan’s shop. Maybe it was empty because his shop was closed.

The night before, Pak Hasan had rushed off to his hometown because his wife was sick. Dadang’s steps stopped in front of Ci Nunung’s house. He saw that the display case still held some nasi uduk. Right beside her little stall stood Jono’s chicken noodle cart.

Ci Nunung’s house sat on the alley where people constantly passed, which was why she had started selling. It would be a waste not to make money from a house on the edge of the road. Her place was right next to Pak Hasan’s shop on the right side. From the boarding house, it stood on the right just after him.

The house itself looked pleasant. A fairly tall mango tree grew in front, casting shade over both her place and Pak Hasan’s shop. Ci Nunung’s real name was Ninaling Nungxiao, but the neighbors simply called her Cici Nunung because it was easier. She was around thirty-six, originally from Pontianak, with wavy shoulder length hair and a height of about five-seven. She looked a lot like those old Hong Kong actresses.

She had lived in that house for about ten years. It was an inheritance from her husband Koh*¹ Benny’s parents. From her marriage to Koh Benny she had two children. The younger one, Dika, age seven, and the older one, Mei, age fourteen. Mei had been living with her grandmother a.k.a Koh Benny’s mother in Pluit since she was ten.

*¹ Koh or Koko is a friendly way to address an older Chinese man or an older brother, especially in Indonesian Chinese communities. It is similar to “brother” or “big brother.”

Koh Benny himself was around forty-five and shorter than Ci Nunung. Next to her he looked small and slight, half his hair already gray. Ci Nunung, by contrast, still looked fresh, with a full, tall body and generous curves in certain places. Naturally. Hehe.

Koh Benny worked every day running an electronics shop in the Glodok shophouse area. He was hardworking, already left the house at seven in the morning and often did not return until ten at night. He always said he had to make that money.

Dadang muttered to himself. He might as well just buy Ci Nunung’s nasi uduk instead of walking farther. Why was Jono’s cart parked in front of her stall? Who was minding the shop? Ci Nunung was not there… Jono was not there either?

Was she inside? Ahh, he would just go knock.

“Ci… Ci… Ci Nunung? Want to buy some nasi uduk, Ci…”

He called three times. No answer. Hungry and impatient, Dadang leaned in and peered through the window. It was dark inside. He could not see a thing but the front door stood slightly open. She was probably in the kitchen.

Dadang stepped inside, still calling her name. The house was fairly large compared to their boarding rooms. A two-meter terrace led into a neat living room with a few chairs and one table. Farther in was the family room with a patterned carpet, a cabinet, and a television.

Halfway across that room he heard a man and a woman talking in the corner bedroom near the kitchen. He stopped calling and quieted his steps. That had to be Ci Nunung. But why was there a man’s voice too? Koh Benny should still be at the shop, especially on a Saturday when the place usually got a bit busy.

Curious, Dadang crept along the wall like a gecko hunting a mosquito and hid behind the cabinet beside the corner bedroom. From there he could see straight into the room. What the hell were Jono and Ci Nunung doing?

Jono was originally from Solo. He had come to the capital about five years earlier. He was around thirty-three, married, with three kids. His wife and children lived back in the village with his in-laws. In the city he stayed with a hometown friend who also sold chicken noodles, in a rear boarding room that still belonged to Sutrisno.

That afternoon Dadang watched two people drunk on each other.

“Come on, Ci, just once while it’s quiet…” Jono had his arms around her from behind. His left hand was already inside her shorts. His right squeezed the full mound under her yellow T-shirt.

“Ahhh, Jo, later tonight like usual… It’s the middle of the day. Someone might come…”

“Come on, Ci. Dika’s not here either, right?”

“Ahhh, Jo, that tickles… ihh, Jo…” She was already starting to whimper. His left hand moved like it was probing inside her shorts.

“Just take them off, Ci…” Bit by bit Jono stripped off her shirt, bra, shorts, and panties.

“Iihh, Jono, you’re already this horny…” She was not about to lose. She opened his long pants and found the single proud monument waiting for her.

“Waaa, it’s already hard, Jo!”

“Of course, Ci. It’s a long way from what Koh Benny’s got… hahah.”

“Yeah, Jo, about a third the size of yours… and the second it touches me he already comes. Nowhere near your thing…”

She took hold of his cock and stroked it slowly up and down. Then she swallowed the whole length into her mouth. Wet, greedy sounds filled the room—slurp, schlick, gluck—as her mouth worked the shaft.

Behind the cabinet Dadang froze.

“Holy shit… so that’s what Jono’s packing!” he whispered, glancing down at his own growing hard on. “Hahahaha, fuck.”

Ci Nunung sucked him with real enthusiasm. Jono’s eyes fluttered as he enjoyed the service of that sweet mouth.

“Ahhh, Cici, don’t bite…” He pulled his cock free and slapped it lightly against her clean white face. Smack… smack… “You naughty girl, Nung.”

Then she was on her back on the bed. Jono yanked off his dirty T-shirt and tossed it aside. He spread her thighs wide. From this angle her soft pink pussy showed, lightly dusted with fine black hair. He buried his face between her legs at once, devouring her greedily.

Still hidden, Dadang studied her naked body. Even after two kids she still looked good to him, though her stomach was not as flat as Miss Tini’s. That beautiful ass tilting upward made his own cock ache to be free.

Wet, hungry sounds rose from the bed—slurp, schlick, lapping—as Jono’s mouth worked her pussy and his tongue danced over her clit. Mak Nunung’s moans grew louder.

“Ahhhh… Shh… Ahhhh… Shahhhhh…” Her face flushed deep red. The contrast between them dark and fair onl