

Mo' and the Thief (Part 5) 


By Katzmarek


Mo' watched her glide round the deli. She seemed taller somehow,
straighter. There was a new poise and grace that caused people
to stop and stare. He noticed that more young men were coming
into the shop when  Shari was working and lingered around. He had
to usher them out occasionally.


Even his older customers seemed to stay around longer and,
fortunately, often ended up buying more than they had intended.
All eyes were on Shari. She had changed and people noticed.


This caused a dilemma for Mo'. He could see an x-factor
developing in young Shari. He felt she had a lot more potential
than working in a shop. It was wrong to hold her to their little
bargain he decided.


'She deserves more,' he thought.


Mo's relationship with her had become much more than a pleasant
dalliance to him. It was intruding into his whole world,
becoming , he conceded, the most important thing in his life. He
must do something about it for all their sakes he felt. This is
going to end in tears and those tears would be his.


Mo' had fallen in love. He knew it, but he doubted she did. They
hadn't talked about their feelings at all. Except in the passion
of the moment he had not offered endearments to her or told her
how he felt. The truth was, he admitted, that he was terrified.


This main event in his life was sapping his confidence. He simply
didn't know what to do. He was torn between wanting her and
terrified of taking it to the next level. He did not know how she
would react. Did not know whether he was being fair to her.


Shari was performing more and more like a lover. When she kissed
him it was with real passion. She was so hot sucking his tongue
into her mouth and pressing her gorgeous little body against him.
He would run his hands all over and down her back to her butt and
she would mirror his own movements. 


It was indescribable the first time she'd done that. Her hands 
coming to rest on his ass as his were on hers, kneading his cheeks, 
pulling each other harder together. She ground herself against him 
every bit as fiercely as he did against her.


Last night, while nuzzling her neck, he had whispered,


" Can you open your front Shari, I want to see them."


"They're not very big. Are you sure you want to?" she'd replied.


"Just a look, I'll be the judge," he'd said thickly.


“Okay,” she had shyly unbuttoned her top.


He had pushed down the cups of her lacy bra with his thumbs to
reveal two wonderful cupfuls of flesh. They were crowned with
dark brown erect nipples which stood out half an inch from their
tan-colored aureoles. They were beautiful he marveled, as he
teased them with his thumbs. 


'Just perfect little Shari tits', he thought.


Shari was nervous that Mo', was not going to like them. The were
not huge like Shaki's nor a perfect shape like Sherri's, her
brother's girlfriend.  


Her nipples were quite sensitive and she like the way Mo' stroked
them. Even through her top he got them achingly hard, standing out
like wheel nuts. Once he'd lightly kissed one and flicked it with 
his tongue and she'd jumped at the sudden burst of feeling.


She had predicted that one day Mo' would ask her to strip for him
and the thought had both frightened her and thrilled her at the
same time. She felt it was another hurdle in their developing
relationship which needed to be overcome.


She dreamed of the day when they would be completely naked in
front of each other. 


'Would he like her body? Or would he be turned off? , Maybe
wanting someone more buxom and curvy.'


In bed one night she had dreamed of him going down on her
between her legs to lick and suck her pussy. She wondered what 
that would feel like. 


Was it similar to her finger now insinuating itself between her legs.


She tried to imagine Mo' licking her pussy as she began to stroke
herself. The thought unleashed a flow of juices. 


In the next room Kalil could hear the soft cooing coming from his
sister's room. The thought of her masturbating disturbed him in a
number of ways. 


Charged with looking after her in the evenings, because their 
parents worked at night, he worried about her growing interest in 
sex. The responsibility was overwhelming him.  He did not know how 
to deal with it.


He saw that his relationship with his girlfriend was making it
difficult for him to lay down the law without appearing a
hypocrite. God! he was a hypocrite, keeping the boys off her and
at the same time enjoying wonderful sex sessions with Sherri. 


And she was hot! He was hard the moment they walked in the door
and he stayed that way until he was sated. 


She had taught him so much about making love. Even though she was
the same age as his sister, she had been much more experienced
than him. She'd lost her virginity when she was 13 to a guy in
his mid-twenties. 


It had obviously been a positive experience because she had taken 
to sex like a trouper. She knew what she liked and wasn't afraid 
of asking for it.


And she could please him.  She knew how to tease him gently until
he couldn't stand it. She loved it fast or slow, on top,
underneath or a dozen other variations he'd never imagined. 


She had a model's body, like out of Penthouse, made to be
worshipped. Her breasts were just perfect, white with tan-lines
that seemed to make them appear more naked. 


Down her body, past her flat tummy lay her beautiful trimmed bush 
that she loved having licked. She had showed him just how to use 
his tongue to tease her clitoris from it's hood and her juices to 
flow. 


He had spent many an evening feasting on her delights and 
could not get enough.


They had tried the 69 position but the closer she got to coming
the more she lost control of her sucking. She was afraid that she
might bite down on him as her orgasm hit. They laughingly agreed
that would not be a good idea. 


In that case she had usually suggested he finish inside her. A 
suggestion he gratefully took up sometimes pounding her from behind, 
her on all fours, or legs up over his shoulders so he could go deep.


She was on the pill and insisted they both get tested before they
had started to have sex.


Kalil stroked his dick as he heard his sister build to a climax.
Her rhythmic, muffled cries had got him horny. He wondered if
some guy had been slipping her one under his nose. His father
would kill him.


At last the noise stopped and he drifted off to sleep.


Mo' and Shari had sat down on the couch. Somehow Mo' had got his
trousers undone and had shucked them down to his ankles. All the
while he'd been kissing her, face, neck, arms and down between,
and over her breasts. 


Shari moaned at the contact. She ran her hand through his hair as
he licked and sucked her tits.  Shari’s pussy was on fire and she
slipped her hand under her dress and pressed herself through her
panties. 


Mo' sat up slightly to kiss her mouth, allowing her hand
to seek out his cock. She loved the feel of it. That hard yet
soft feeling. Smooth and seeping with pre-come, she slowly
stroked it in the way she knew he liked.


"Here," he had said as he guided her leg over the top of his.


This made the angle awkward for her stroking so he nudged her
hand away.


'This is different,' she thought as Mo' stroked her leg. 


His fingertips traced their way along the inside of her thigh, 
higher and higher. Shari realized that the way to her pussy was
completely open.


She trembled as his fingers reached her panty covered pussy.


"May I?" he asked. 


She could only nod in reply. She loved the feeling of skin on
skin contact. She could feel the hairs of his leg tickling her
thigh.


He kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue playing with hers.
Pulling his mouth away he said,


"Would you like me to... help you."


"Please!" she managed to reply. Then his fingers were on her
wet pussy, lightly cupping and probing.


"Oh…" she mewed, as he began rhythmically working on her pussy
with his fingertips.


Mo' unleashed a torrent of kisses over her face and neck, his
fingers becoming more urgent.


"Shall I take your panties down?" he asked.


Shari lifted her bottom so Mo' could slide them down to her
ankles. Then, for the first time, a man was fingering her most
intimate part.


Mo' manipulated her clitoris in the same circular motion that she
used herself. Shari started to hump her bottom against his hand
as she began to build for her orgasm. 


He pushed his middle finger down, while still keeping up the
pressure, and Shari felt it slide into her vagina.


"Oh... Oh... Oooo... Oh," she cried, as she felt herself coming to
the threshold of her release.


"Come for me baby," Mo' whispered... and she did... and
how.


Her legs suddenly went rigid, her whole body shook, and she lifted
her ass off the b