

Mo' and the thief  (Part 7)


By Katzmarek


Mo' walked slowly around his garden. He had just fielded about
half a dozen calls from prospective clients and he was tired of
putting over the same spiel.


'We can offer this, by that date, in this quantity,'


He knew it all by heart and it was beginning to
bore him.


He did not arrive at his business with the same enthusiasm any
more. Only in the afternoons, when he knew Shari would be
arriving for work, did the spring in his step return. He began
whistling and it was his most productive time of the day.


He hoped Shari could pull it off with her folks and turn up
tomorrow afternoon. He didn't really imagine her parents trusted
him THAT much.


 'Oh well it was worth a try,' he thought.


He sat down on his lawn to watch the darkening sky. His little
Terrier 'Fed' decided he wanted to play and dropped a
well-masticated tennis ball into his lap.


"Go on...get!" he said, hurling it as far as he could, the dog
scrambling off in a flurry of legs and flapping ears.


The cell-phone rang again.


"Oh fuck off," he muttered as he picked it up.


"Al Ghazhli," he said into the damned thing.


"Very formal," said a familiar voice.


"Shari!" he said in surprise.


"Well, Mohammed Al Ghazhli how would you like 2 sexy chicks
parading around your pool tomorrow in their swimsuits?"


"Two sexy chicks?" he replied.


"Yes but one will be with her boyfriend so it'll be hands off."


"What, who?" he asked.


"Sherri and Kalil are coming too and we are getting a lift with
Sherri's Dad whose home from wherever he goes. Is that all right?
They are going to stay out of our way... they said," Shari said
breathlessly.


"Hold on, hold on, isn't Kalil going to be suspicious?" he
asked.


"He knows... and it's ok... isn't that cool?"


"Cool," Mo' replied doubtfully.


"Seeya tomorrow then, gotta go... bye."


She rang off.



Shari was overjoyed that her parents had agreed for her to go
swimming at Mo's. She was able to say that she'd be chaperoned by
her brother and they had given their consent. She knew that Kali
wasn't terribly happy about her affair but she had an unexpected
strong ally in Sherri. Sherri could twist her brother around her
little finger, she observed, and he had sullenly complied with
each and every request about tomorrow afternoon. 


When he had talked to their parents on the phone he even made it
appear HE was the one invited and was taking Shari along to
keep an eye on her. That had sat well with their folks.


"Just don't get pregnant," he'd muttered as he passed her.


Martin Hamner picked them all up from Shari's on Friday
afternoon. It was bright and sunny, promising a hot afternoon.


Sherri was their only daughter and he knew she was spoilt. She
was an exceptional daughter, bright, confident, and beautiful.


She'd had a succession of boyfriends since she had become a
teenager. Some for only a week or two, and Martin knew she was
sexually active. They had an open relationship and they talked
about everything going on in their lives. He preferred it that
way, even though he was a little afraid that she was growing up
too fast. 


He looked into the rear-view mirror at her latest boy and his
sister.


'Exceptionally good looking pair,' he thought, 'good genes'. 


He knew that this boy was different from all the other boyfriends
Sherri had had. She was smitten with him that's for sure.


He was admittedly uncertain concerning their religion. These were
difficult times with terrorism and all that. 


'What if she wanted to marry him?' he asked himself. ‘Would his
daughter have to become one of them? Shoot! Would his daughter 
have to share him with 3 other wives?’ he chuckled.  


He couldn't imagine she'd fall for that scheme. No, she had him 
under control, that's for certain.


'So'! He thought, 'I'm to drop them off at the sister's
boyfriend's place. Christ! This is high- bracket country!' he
mused as he turned into Mo's street. 


He looked at the houses in astonishment.


"Are you guys sure you have the right address?"


"Sure Daddy," his daughter replied, "Shari's boyfriend is rich."


Martin saw in the mirror the girl blush quite prettily.
The boy squirming in his seat and staring out of the car window
towards the river.


'God, she's a pretty one,' he thought, ' that's some lucky son of
a bitch up there.’


"Mary mother of god!" Martin exclaimed when they got to the
address.


"Don't profane Daddy!" his daughter chided.


"Whew! That's some pad up there, What does this guy do for a
living? He's not in the Mafia is he?"


"Of course not, silly, at least I don't think so, Shari?" Sherri
asked.


"He's a very successful businessman," Shari replied, "Imports
foods and stuff for restaurants... all over the state."


"Shoot! Business is good!" Martin said in wonder.


Martin watched as they trio negotiated the security gate and
walked up the cobbled drive. Particularly he watched the swaying
bottom of the young Arab girl.


"Yes… a lucky son of a bitch," he muttered before driving off.


Mo' stood on the second floor balcony and directed them to the
side gate. This led to a flight of concrete steps that took them
up to the second level. 


They saw that the bottom level was only one room wide and that 
the house was built on a slope. At the top of the steps they 
came to another gate which, set in the side wall, led into a 
courtyard.


The back of the house had a row of French doors that extended
the entire width. These opened onto a patio area. The pool was
adjacent to this. 


Beyond the pool was a garden area with grass walkways. On this 
fine day it gave the impression of a park.


Mo' came out from the lounge area smiling in greeting. Shari
introduced Sherri whom Mo' had never met.


"Hey," Sherri teased, "I thought that this was you guys holy day.
Aren't you suppose to be praying or something?"


"Pray?" said Mo'.


"Pray?" said Shari.


"Me too," added Kalil.


"Now we have prayed, shall we swim, you can change inside, down
to the left through the double doors."


"Can we have a look around first Mo'?" asked Sherri.


"Of course," said Mo', "I'll give you the grand tour."


The house was certainly impressive. It contained a Jacuzzi off
Mo's bedroom. Sherri had nudged Shari as they saw the giant king
size bed and made some rude comment to which Shari had blushed
bright red.


"We can go for a Jacuzzi later," Sherri announced happily. Kalil
had sucked in his breath at that.


"I couldn't do that Sher, not with my sister and her..." 


"Oh well," she'd whispered, "I guess it'll have to be the two of
us then."


They spent the next hour or so horsing around in the pool and
chilling out on the deck chairs. Mo' and Shari never seemed to
spend much time away from each other. Kalil felt uncomfortable
around them.


Suddenly Sherri grabbed Kalil's hand and pulled him towards the
house.


"C'mon you, we're going to check out the Jacuzzi."


"What!" said Kalil, "What if someone comes in?"


"I have the key, silly! Mo' gave it to me," replied Sherri, and
pulled Kalil stumbling after her.


On cue Mo' took Shari's hand and said,


"Come! Let me show you something, down the back of the garden."


Laughing Shari followed.


"You arranged that didn't you?"


"No," said Mo', "It was Sherri, she's a born conspirator."


"Yes, I know," replied Shari.


They walked hand in hand through the garden. Mo' pointed out
plants of interest and told little stories about them. Shari
beamed, she loved listening to him talk, on this beautiful day,
in this beautiful place.


Eventually they came to a summerhouse set among the trees. Mo'
pointed out the back of the property and for a few minutes they
listened to the birds, and the swish of the trees.


Mo' guided Shari inside. It was furnished with a double-cot and a
few tables and chairs.


"I sometimes use this as a guest room," he explained, "And
sometimes I sleep down here and meditate with the birds and the
trees."


"Its beautiful!" Shari said in wonder.


"No," he said, "Now it is beautiful because you are here," and
with that she melted into his arms.


Mo' kissed her forehead, then nose, pausing to touch her nose
with his own. He kissed each eye, then her throat, eventually
finding her mouth. Softly at first he savored the feel of her
sweet lips, then gently parted them with his tongue. 


As their tongues played with each other Mo's hands encircled her
small back drawing her against him. Shari felt her nipples come
in contact with Mo's bare chest through her one-piece. 


Mo' had a nice body she'd concluded. His chest was solid to 
her touch and he had hair in all the right places.


She ran her fingers over his chest, feeling the little nipples.


"Mo'?" she asked, "Are they as sensitive as mine?"


"I don't know, love, how sensitive are yours?" he replied running
his fingers over her chest.


"Oh... very!"


"Shall we get on the bed love?" Mo' suggested.


"Mo'?" she replied, "I'm not on the pill or anything."


"Don't worry babe, I won't make you pregnant," he chuckled.


"I know, it's… just... I think I'm a bit... nervous... are we
going to? You know?"


"It doesn't matter, whatever you want to do... make love? Only
if you are ready."


"Kay," she replied uncertainly. 


She sat down next to Mo' who was lying on the bed with his hands
behind his head.


"Relax, Shari," he said rubbing her back, "No pressure… Ok?"


She turned her head to look at him and smiled,


 "Come here," he said.


At the main house, Kalil watched Sherri's back as she slowly               
road up and down on his hard prick. 


After a bit of experimenting they'd found that this was the 
most practical way. She had lowered herself down on him, 
sitting on his lap backwards. Kalil kneaded the sweet cheeks 
of her beautiful ass as it gently undulated.


"Oh... have all you... Ooo... Arab boys... oh... got such
lovely hands... Uh... squeeze my tits Kali... oh yes... like
that... babe... I wonder... Ooo... oh... I wonder if Shari's... 
uh... pussy's... stuffed... with... a... big... Arab... cock,"
she said, slamming down with each word.


"Slam me Kali... now, from the back!" she said gripping the side
of the pool.


Kalil moved in behind her and re-introduced his cock to her
trimmed soaking honey-pot.


"Now, hard babe," she said, "give me what your sister's
getting... Oh... uh... god... so good!" 


Kalil pistoned into her from behind, the water sloshing around 
them like a tsunami. Clenched teeth, Sherri growled and hissed, 
rising to a crescendo as her orgasm began to grow.


Kalil growled as he hammered her towards completion.


"OHHHHHHH... OHHHHHHH," Sherri screamed out her release, "oh
Kali... come in me!"


At that, with a roar, Kalil blasted his seed deep within her
womb, fiercely pulling her ass hard against him.


Later, when their breathing had recovered, Sherri said, giggling,


"You sure got going when I mentioned your sister. Are you sure 
you don't have erotic thoughts about her?"


"NO!" Kalil said, outraged.


"Hmm!" said Sherri.


Meanwhile, Shari had lowered the top of her bathing suit. Mo' was
nipping her breasts and giving them light feathery kisses. Shari
cooed, holding his head against her, running her fingers through
his hair. 


Mo's hands were all over her back, feeling the bumps of her spine, 
tracing it all the way down to her peach of a bottom. There he 
lingered, feeling the curves of her cheeks, tracking down to the 
backs of her thighs and back again.


These ministrations were exciting Shari. She could feel
Mo's hard cock urgently tenting his Speedo’s, poking her in the
stomach. Shari ran the back of her hand up his prick, feeling it
hard and hot. She was worried it was hurting him, so she peeled
the front of his trunks down to allow it some freedom.


Mo' sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth that elicited
a moan from her. She loved his mouth on her. She slowly stroked
him.


Mo's kisses descended down to her flat, brown tummy. There he
lavished attention on her navel, flicking his tongue inside.
Shari giggled,


"Oo that tickles."


"Full of fluff, Mmm," Mo' said.


With his hands on her hips he slid the bathing suit further down
in advance of his questing tongue. Shari propped herself on her
elbows to watch as he pushed it down to expose her glistening
pussy. Pulling the suit off her legs he stopped to take in the
sight of her.


Shari instinctively brought her knees together. Mo' gently eased
them apart again and heaved his body between them. Stroking
Shari's legs he paused for a moment to watch her.


"God! You are so beautiful," he said. 


Shari smiled. Her breathing quickening in anticipation. Mo' 
lowered his lips to a point just above her fluffy black bush.


Shari sucked in her breath, her tummy rippled. His probing tongue
worked it's way through her little forest seeking the delights
nestling within. With his fingers he gently eased her crack open
worming his tongue into the folds.


Shari moaned, closing her eyes, throwing her head back. Mo'
flicked her little bud with his tongue while his seeking digit
sought and explored her moist opening .


"Oh... that's... so... uh... oh... nice... oh... Mo’... please... oh
God!" Shari cooed and squirmed against his face.


Mo' pushed her knees up for better access and continued to lick
and suck her little pussy while his finger moved in and out of
her slippery vagina. Sensing her need, Mo' quickened the pace,
humming his lips into her. The vibrating sensation was pushing
Shari over the edge.


"Oh... OOOHHH... OOOOOOO... " 


Shari humped hard against his tongue, almost knocking Mo' off 
the bed. Her hands gripped the covers of the bed, her back arched.


"Oh god, oh god, oh god… Oooo,” Shari panted as she writhed
down from her high plateau of pleasure.


Outside, two lovers sat in the cover of some bushes watching the
performance through the exposed windows of the summer house.


"Wow, they're hot," the blonde girl whispered.


"Sherri, we can't, she's my sister," said the guy.


"Then why are you hard, big boy?" the girl replied.


"Because you've got my dick in your hand," Kalil responded.


"It's ok, It's normal to want to fuck your sister."


"Sherri!" Kalil hissed as the girl giggled.


In the summerhouse, Mo' lay between Shari's legs, face to face,
kissing and murmuring. His rigid cock lay nestled between 
Shari's thighs along her pussy crack. Shari was very aware of it,
little sparks going off each time their was a small movement.


"Honey"? Mo' said.


"Mmm?"


"I'd better slip a condom on... just to be safe."


"Kay," she replied as Mo' reached into the nightstand to retrieve
the packet.


"How many women have you had up here?" Shari asked.


"One... you."


"Liar," she feigned a slap.


"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," he said slipping the sheath
over his cock.


"Nice buns!" Sherri said as she watched Mo’ turn on his side,
"At least they practice safe sex".


"Mmm," Kalil groaned as the hand on his dick rhythmically pumped
him.


"Hey! Slow down... not yet, I want to watch the show!" Sherri
said, "and my puss needs attention", kissing him on the cheek.


Kalil's hand slipped into the top of her bikini briefs, his
finger seeking her button.


Mo' and Shari's movements became more frantic, their kisses
hotter. Mo's sheathed cock slithered against the outside of
Shari's hot pussy as they squirmed against one another. The head
of Mo's cock bumped against her entrance, catching on the lip.
Faces together they breathed their lust for each other.


The head of his cock lodged at her entrance, Mo' moved it
around, squirming his ass. They kissed and licked each other, Mo'
teased her hot erect nipples. 


"Isn't it suppose to be in further?" Shari asked.


Mo', grinning asked, 


"Do you want me to?"


"Yes… I think I do," she replied.


Shari concentrated as Mo' worked the head of his dick deeper into
her until he found resistance.


"Ooo, I feel… stretched... so full... uh... so big," Shari
panted.


"Your cherry love," Mo' advised.


"I know... take it lover, it's yours... I want to
be... oh... yours."


"Oh Shari!" he said, "This is your gift?"


"Yes... take me... please!"


"It may be sore," Mo' warned.


Outside Kalil snorted,


"On your knees!"


"Oh Kali!" Sherri breathed.


Kalil roughly pulled down her briefs and, grabbing her ass
cheeks, moved in behind her, slamming his hot tool into Sherri's
gushing hole.


"Oh... uh... uh... babe... uh," Sherri grunted as he hammered into
her.


Mo' worked his dick in and out and around, pushing, stretching
Shari's hymen, knocking on the door of the full possession of
her. Shari grunted, squirmed at the discomfort.


Eventually she felt it tear followed by a gush of moisture.


"Ow… oh... hurts!" she whined.

Mo' stopped, leaving his dick buried deep inside her, letting
her get used to the new sensation.


After lying there for a while Sherri said,


"I think you can go on now... better."


Mo' began to move again, tentative at first, asking her if she
was alright.


Shari nodded, a riot of feelings suffused her abdomen.


They found a rhythm together, Mo' cupping her ass, massaging her
in time. Shari's mouth opened wordlessly, panting hard into Mo's
cheek. They picked up the pace by mutual consent.


Mo' ground his pubic bone against her little bud.


"Oh Mo'... Ooo… uh... so good... oh... love you... uh... love
it... oh... uh... uh... UH... OHHH... PL. OHHHH... OHHHH... "


Shari crushed Mo’ to her body as she cried out her release. She
felt Mo's cock pulse inside her, sensed him grunting, as he
came.


After dinner the three strolled down towards Martin waiting in
his car. The girls had their arms draped over each other.


"You're walking funny," laughed Sherri.


"So are you," replied Shari.


"Men... HUH!" Sherri said.  


They both laughed.








Part 8 continues

