Chapter 10
Misty stared into the dark eyes and then she lowered her face. She kissed the nipple, pleased to hear the hiss of pleasure come from Gypsy's lips. She pulled the nipple into her mouth and, when Gypsy fluttered her eyes with satisfaction, Misty was amazed for an instant. Her own hands were going into action without any signal from her brain.
Misty was reaching down, even as she sucked on the nipple, and she was working at the other woman's skirt. She opened the zipper at the hip and it peeled away from the belly of the dusky beauty. As the skirt sagged Gypsy kicked off her sandals. An instant later the skirt fluttered to the floor. Immediately after that Gypsy swiped at Misty's robe and it also fell to the floor of the yacht.
Misty gasped as she allowed the breast to pop out of her mouth. She leaped back, naked, seeing that Gypsy also was totally without clothing. The two women looked at one another like a couple of beautiful Amazon wrestlers, their faces wary, their hands half thrust forward as though to ward off any blows.
Ah remained in his chair, sitting back, wearing his robe, and enjoying yet another glass of champagne. He looked like a spectator at a match, eager to see which adversary would make the first move.
Gypsy suddenly dropped her hands. "This is stupid," she remarked. "We must be friends, lovers, is it not so?"
"You and me, lovers?" Misty blurted. "I don't know. That seems sort of kinky."
"What is kinky? All life is kinky, if you so want it to be, is that not so?"
She left Misty speechless as she moved close once again. Again she fondled Misty's breasts, rubbing her fingers over their creamy skin and examining the nipples. "You American girls with your pink nipples. So strange."
Gypsy's were much darker, of course, and they seemed more beautiful to Misty than her own. She helped herself to the goodies, playing with the dark breasts until she saw that Gypsy was very worked up. Her lips were open, her breath was coming faster and her breasts were swelling as they lifted.
The two women played with one another's breasts for several minutes, until Misty felt another hand. She looked back over her shoulder. Ali was behind her, his robe gone, his prick standing straight out from his naked body. He was running his hands over Misty's bottom, dipping between her cheeks and moving his fingers up and down her crack.
Oh, but that felt so good. Misty's eyes fluttered as she reveled in the hands at ass and breast. Oh, so much attention, from two people at the same time. Her hands dropped to her sides-as the two worked her over.
Hands roamed her belly and dropped between her legs to rub the insides of her thighs. Then they came up and brushed across her golden nest. She almost fell when he pressed firmly against her cunt lips and a finger began looking for the hole. God, they moved so fast. They didn't believe in very much foreplay.
Misty loved it. Luckily, she heated up very fast and her body was ready for them. They massaged her from head to toe, moving her to a short couch and lying her down on her back. They knelt over her, their hands playing her like four hands playing a piano.
She responded with a little sex music of her own, going off in a short series of spurts that preceded a major orgasm which soon would tear her apart. They continued touching her everywhere, worming in her ass, up inside her cunt, until she began to grope for them.
She found a pussy and she immediately rammed as much of her hand as she could up into its depths. She was happy to hear a squeal of satisfaction from the owner. She also found a stiff prick and she started pumping it violently, also pleased to hear another exclamation of satisfaction. Then she felt her final swelling.
Her breasts were on fire. Her ass was tingling and her pussy was trying to turn itself inside out. She gasped as convulsions ripped through her crotch and a great gush of musky stuff issued from her body. She felt lips down there, lapping at her nectar, slopping it like a starving person soaking up broth.
Then she felt the pussy she was massaging begin to go crazy. The thing was going off in her hand. In the next instant the prick was exploding, swelling and shooting jizz all over her hand. They came time after time, crying out, squealing for joy, letting go with all the power they had.
They were all making it together, but it finally had to end. They all collapsed in a slippery, heaving heap, gasping for breath, writhing, rubbery, with no strength left. Misty lay quietly under the warm bodies, feeling lucky that her mouth was uncovered so that she could breathe.
After several minutes they came back to life, their bodies shifting. An eye opened a few inches from Misty's and it winked at her. She winked back. Then somebody rolled off her, thudding to the floor. Then another body moved and Misty at last was able to sit up and observe the damage.
Her new friends looked like victims of a bomb blast, their bodies bent at impossible angles. But gradually they gathered themselves together and soon they all were able to stand.
It was Gypsy who finally murmured. "I think we have to use the bay. We'd never fit in the shower, not all at once. And there isn't enough hot water, anyhow."
They crept out on deck, huddled together in the darkness, taking their robes and large towels with them. Then they leaped over the side, into the chilly water of the bay, in a series of splashes. Misty went under, groping in the murk, and finally returning to the surface before her lungs burst. The others were paddling about, rubbing one another's bodies, seeking to get themselves reasonably clean.
They played a few erotic water games, goosing one another, reaching for breasts, a penis, a pussy here and there. Then they were back on the boat, drying themselves. As they slipped into the robes, Misty collected herself. This was crazy. She had to end it for the night.
"I've got to go home," she announced.
Their faces fell, but she realized that if she broke her house rules too badly she wouldn't be allowed out with Ali again. So they all dressed quietly, piled into his Mercedes and drove Misty home. Along the way she and Ah French kissed some, but Misty was suddenly so tired. She wanted to sleep for a week.
They pulled up in front of Misty's house quietly, because it was very late. Even though Ah had called Mrs. Sommer to plead for a later coming home time, Misty knew that her parents would be worried. She placed her hand on the car door handle and turned to her two friends next to her.
"Well, it's been an experience," she murmured.
Ah, behind the wheel, nodded and smiled in the half darkness. "We shall meet once again soon-all of us."
Gypsy was still turned on, and as Misty twisted her body toward her, the Arab woman touched her face. She then ran her hands down over her chin and throat to her breasts. She was busily trying to reach inside and when she at last cupped a breast and began to pinch a nipple Misty knew she had to pull away. She did it with reluctance.
"Please. I love it, but I've got to get inside." She stroked Gypsy's cheek. "If I don't, they'll come parading out here in a minute and then it really will be all over."
Gypsy withdrew her hands from Misty's bodice with a sigh. "Ah, but you are such a sweet thing. I could take you to my home in Arabia and hide you away in the big house forever. Please, think about it. You'd never have to do anything like work in your life. We could be like loving sisters, equal in every way."
Misty gently kissed the dark woman on the mouth. Then she shook her head as she got out of the car. She closed the door as softly as she could and then she watched it pull away. She had a strong feeling that she'd see them both again.
She turned and went toward the house, digging for her key. She crept up on the porch and opened the door. There was a light burning at the top of the stairs. Otherwise everything was in darkness. She crept up the stairs. When she reached the landing, her mother came out of her parents' bedroom, tying a robe about herself. She looked very sexy, her good figure molded by the clinging robe.
She waited for Misty to reach her and then she kissed her briefly on the cheek. "Did you have a good time?" she whispered.
Misty nodded.
"Your father is upset. He's wondering about that man who picked you up. Where did you meet him?"
"I told you. At the beach."
Mrs. Sommer made a face. "Anyhow, your father is going in to the office early and he wants you to come downtown. He wants to ask you about that man."
Misty felt her heart squeeze slightly as she stared at her mother.