

Mo' and the Thief [part 8]


By Katzmarek


It was late afternoon. In the small rest room at the back of Mo's
Deli. A couple was locked together on a desk chair. The man was
seated, as per normal, with his trousers down around his ankles.
The girl was perched facing him holding her dress up with one
hand while the other was around the man's head for purchase. Her
panties were on the floor.


The girl was slowly rising up and down on the man's lap. Their
faces were close together. He was whispering to her,


"What are we doing Shari?"


"We're making love, silly," the girl replied.


"What's my dick doing?" the man asked.


Giggling, the girl answered,


"It's... it's up me, of course."


"Up where? My love."


As she giggled Mo', could feel her whole body shake. Particularly
the velvet walls of her moist vagina vibrated around his cock.


"Tell me?" he laughingly demanded.


"It's in my... uh... pussy," she whispered, as if the walls had
ears.


"And my fingers?"


"On my ass."


"And where else?"


"On my... clit."


"Does it feel nice, my darling".


"Y… yes... feels good," she breathlessly replied.


Shari began to rock her hips, forward and back. Grinding herself
against Mo's pubic bone. Mo's hand abandoned it's work to cup her
other ass-cheek. He pulled her down on to him at every
down-stroke, making sure she got every stimulation.


"Come for me babe? I want to watch you," he said.


"Kay," she replied, " uh... uh... oh... love you."


"Do you want me to fuck you?" Mo' stopped suddenly, holding her
against him.


"Uh... don't stop... please," she whined.


"Then ask me?"


"Do it Mo'... please!" then, looking into his grinning face,
"Okay... Mo'... will you fuck me... please?"


"Hard?"


"Yes hard... fuck me hard Mo'... and make me come."


"Sure," Mo' replied as nonchalantly as he could and resumed
grinding her against him.


Mo' watched her beautiful face grimace with concentration as
together they assaulted her little pussy.


"Come... come... come," he said as he hammered away.


"Yes... oh... uh... uh... god... Ooo... yes... yes... nearly.
... Oh Mo'... ooh... OOOOOHHHHH... AAAAAAHHH... oh
God… oh god... OOOOOOOO."


Mo' suddenly grabbed her head with one hand, clutching her to his
cheek, while his other hand crushed her little ass down on him.
With a growl he pumped hot spunk into the prophylactic sheathing
his cock.


They spent the next few minutes devouring each other’s mouths,
Shari wiping away the tears which always seem to accompany her
orgasms these days. Smiling Mo' said,


"Hmm, I think I might have you over the desk tomorrow."


"Oh Mo"', Shari replied blushing, "You're so crude sometimes."


"What's wrong with wanting to have a hot piece of ass over my
desk?" Mo' replied, teasing, giving her bottom a pat. Shari spun
around and brought his face to hers,


"Only if it's MY ass." she whispered.


"I want no-one else's," he whispered back and kissed her.


They were still kissing and caressing each other as they entered
the service alley at the side of the shop. Mo' parked his car
there, moving it when the trucks came with deliveries. 


Standing by the car with their lips locked together, they were 
startled by a shout.


"SHARIYA... GET IN MY CAR NOW!"


Mo' and Shari froze at the familiar voice. Shari tried to say,


'Dad', but nothing came out.


"GET AWAY FROM HIM NOW SHARIYA!" The voice rose in volume. 


The big barrel of a man advanced on them and pulled Shari away
roughly by the arm.


"Go to my car!" he spat menacingly. "You, you bastard, I'll kill
you," he said shoving Mo' against the wall.


"DAD NO!" Shari cried in alarm.


"Come Shari," a smallish woman approached and, putting an arm
around her, led her sobbing down the alley to the street.


"Mom, stop him!" Shari pleaded.
"Don't interfere Shari… come get in the car."


Shari numbly let herself be guided towards the waiting car.


Kalil Sirhan [senior] rounded on Mo', pinning him against the
wall. Although in his mid-fifties, he was a powerfully built man
and Mo', no fighter, doubted he could beat him in a fight.


Besides, Kalil Sirhan had spent his boyhood on the streets of
Beirut, possibly the toughest school imaginable.


" Now, what have you been doing with my daughter... No! Don’t
bullshit me son, you think I'm stupid?" he bored in
aggressively.


Mo' didn't know how to answer. His thinking was never clearer, as
one does in a crisis, but he couldn't find the words to placate
the guy.


"If you've harmed my little girl… I will kill you with my bare
hands... do you understand?" 


Mo' nodded dumbly.


"You don't understand... " he started to say.


"I don't WHAT? Do I look stupid to you? Do you think I
don't know what's going on under my nose? You're a fucking
camel driver Al Ghazhli, I know! Your father was a cunt and his
sons are cunts and if you try to see my daughter... put a hand
on her, I'll rip that fucking dick off you and shove it down your
throat, understand!"


"Hey!" Mo' protested.


"Hey what? You want to fight me? Give it a shot bastard! Come
on."


"No," replied Mo', "I won't fight you."


"Then stay away from my family... coward," he spat.


"Mister Sirhan?" Mo' called after him, "I want to marry your
daughter."


"You want to WHAT?" he replied in astonishment.


"Come husband, that's enough!" said his wife, who had just
jogged up. 


She guided the man back to their car.


"Did you here what that bastard said?" Mo' heard him say as they
left.


Mo' lay in his summerhouse sunk in despair. The place still
smelled of Shari, her shampoo scent was on the pillow. 


His mouth was thick and dry, having smoked half a packet of 
‘Lucky Strikes.’ He was only an occasional, social smoker, 
usually. He took a pull from a bottle of Heineken to clear 
his throat. He wasn't usually much of a drinker either and 
he hated getting drunk.


Kalil sat in his room, also alone, for he had sent Sherri off
when he heard the rest of the family crash home. He knew
instantly that his worst fears had been realized  when he'd heard
his father's raging voice. 


Shari had been, for her, unusually defiant. Standing up for 
herself in a way he'd never seen before. Then his father had 
started on him and he'd scuttled to his room.


"As for you and that piece of white trash…" he'd started to
say. 


"Under my roof... " And, "...and what were you doing all
this time... " he heard, as he left.


And he was still raving. He could hear his mother's placating
tones but it only seemed to make his father angrier.


A light knock caught his attention.


"Kali?" he heard his sister's hushed voice, "can I come in"?


He opened the door quietly and Shari slipped in. He beheld his
sister's tear-stained, panic-stricken face and reached out for
her. Hugging him, she said quietly,


"Kali, I want you to ring Mo'. Dad smashed my cellphone and I
can't do it, here's the number," She said producing a scrap of paper.


"Tell him... tell him I'm alright... not to worry... and I love
him... that's all. And tell me what he says...ok?"


"Ok sis... you'd better go now... before he finds you in
here... hey... and I'm sorry, ok?"


"Ok, thanks... bye," and she slipped out.


Mo's phone rang. He was tempted to send it smashing against the
wall, but thought better of it. 


"Yeah?" said Mo' tersely.


"Kalil," answered the reedy cellphone.


"Kalil! is everything alright? How is she?" he asked 
anxiously.


"Ok, she asked me to ring you... to tell you that she's
fine... and that... she loves you."


"Kay," answered Mo', "That's what she says, now tell me the
truth?"


"Well... He's still raving... and he hasn't hit her... never
has."


"And what about you?" he asked.


"I'm alright... I keep our of his way... he blames me for not,
... I don't know... Locking her up and throwing away the key, I
suppose."


"Ok, tell her... I love her... and we'll be alright, just hang in
there."


"Kay, gotta go, bye."


Mo' had no idea how he was going to accomplish his pledge.


Kalil senior stalked the kitchen as if looking for prey. His wife
leant against the bench waiting for the storm to pass.


"They're all the same that lot, shopkeepers, that's all they are,
and that Mohammed... He cheats me all the time."


"Oh he does not!" replied his wife.


"He's a cheat, he cheats everyone... then he beds my
daughter... probably under my own roof... And that misfit of a
son lets him in."


"Yes, yes! I know, husband, you've told me a hundred times. 
Kali, she's obviously in love, he wants to marry her, what is the
Problem?"


"The problem is... is she's too young... and…"


"And how old was I when I married you, eh?" she pierced him with
her gaze.


"That was different."


"How so husband?"


"That was Beirut... this is America... here the girl is too
young."


"Oh rubbish!"


"And he hasn't the courage to see the family, to ask the father
of the girl whether he can..." he continued.


"Well husband, this is America... maybe they do things
differently here!" his wife replied.


"Bah!" he said storming off.


Mo's ear was still ringing from the conversation with his father.
Conversation? well, not exactly. More like a harangue. 


The phone rang again.


"Oh crap!" he muttered.


"Ghazhli", It was Shari's father, "You tell me, is it the custom
in America to tell the father of the girl, that he wants to marry
her, before he's even asked the girl? Is that the way they do
things?"


"No," Mo' answered, puzzled.


"Well get your ass down here and do things correctly, Then, I
want to talk to you, got it!"


"Um. .Ok...be right down."


"And don't leave it too late, she has school tomorrow, ok?"


"Ok, be right down."


Mo' gunned the Mercedes 500 S.E.C down the motorway. Luck would
have it, there were no cops to rain on his parade. He screeched
to a halt outside. The door swung wide as he got to the doorstep.
The big man stood, blocking the light behind him.


"You want to wake the neighbors? You drive like a maniac," he
said.


"Is Shari...?”


"In her room... I'm sure you know the way."


"Husband!" hissed a voice behind him.


Shari's mother pointed out her room.


"10 minutes only, Ghazhli, or I'll come and get you," said the
older man.


Mo' tapped on Shari's door to be answered by an excited squeal.
Her door opened quickly and a happy Shari threw her arms around
him. Mo' turned to push the door shut when a bellow came from
below.


"Keep the door open, Ghazhli." 


Mo' stopped that action and hugged Shari to him.


"Shari my love, will you...?”


"Of course my darling Mo'."


"What?" he asked.


"Marry you of course," she replied.


"So we're engaged?" he asked


"Guess so," she answered.


"Times up Ghazhli!" came a voice from below.


"But that wasn't ten minutes?" Mo' called.


"Time enough for the honeymoon later, Ghazhli, AFTER the
wedding."


"Ooo, I'll get the glasses," her mother fluttered, "Kali, come
down." 


"Don't bother wife, he's not staying," muttered the older
man.


"He can stay and have a drink... don't be such a grouch, your
daughter has just got engaged."


Later, as Mo' was about to leave Kalil senior trapped him by the
front door.


"Now we talk!"


"Ok," Mo' replied, uncertain.


"Here are my conditions, one, she will finish school and go on to
college. Two, you will not get her pregnant before she's
graduated. Three, you will look after my little girl or I'll kill
you, understand?"


Mo' nodded.


"Four," he went on, "welcome to the family... now go!"


"Ok," said Mo', " and thank you."


"Go!"


Much later, on the remote island of Rarotonga in the South
Pacific a couple lay in bed in a palm-covered hut, open to the
sea. The view looked out, beyond the white beach, to a shimmering
blue ocean. Apart from a few distant fishermen there was no-one
in sight.


"Aw no Shari, I'm beat," said the man. 


While vainly trying to stimulate his shriveled penis with her 
light fingers, the girl replied, giggling,


"What's the matter baby, getting too old?"


"Give me a break, I haven't had breakfast yet."


"C’mon! One more time, then we eat."


"I can't, not yet," Mo complained.


"Hey," said Mo', "I've figured out what I want to do with my
life."


"What?"


"I'm going to train as a doctor."


"Oh goody," said Shari, "Then we can be in practice together."


Later, Shari was in the washroom splashing water in her face. She
was in her bra and panties when Mo' entered. He paused to watch
this vision of teenage beauty before his eyes. Her body was
slender, it curved down to her pert little bottom and long legs.
Her skin was smooth and dark tan in color. Her long black hair
fell in braids down her back. 


His cock came instantly erect, threatening to prod her in the 
small of the back as he moved behind her.


"Guess what?" he said, gently sliding her panties down.


"Mmm?" exclaimed Shari.


"I don't feel so tired anymore.”


FINISH
