Chapter 6

Sally got up, stretching before them. Her breasts were full and her pussy already was shining, even though she had not yet taken part in any of their sex. It was obvious that her body was primed, ready to go, and Carl got to his feet, going to her. He placed a hand on her breast.

"You're hot," he muttered.

She nodded.

As Misty watched, getting hotter just from being a close observer, Carl leaned down and kissed her nipples, his mouth moving from one to the other. He moved back and forth for a couple of minutes, sucking her nipples into his mouth until they stood out like golf tees. Then he was dropping to his knees before her, and wrapping his arms around her hips, much as Misty had done to him.

His hands came together across her ass and she saw his fingers disappear into her crack. Sally gasped as his fingers slid down between her legs and reappeared inside her thighs, right under his nose. He pulled her crotch straight into his face and Misty saw his tongue come out to meet the looming pussy.

The large black beaver was dripping by now, the glossy black hairs shining and soggy. There was a mushy sound when he buried his face in it and then Misty could hear the slurping. He sucked hard on her pussy, working like a pro, and Misty wondered if he really were as innocent as they had believed.

God, maybe old Carl had been doing this sort of thing for months. There was no way of knowing where he'd been spending his nights, and with whom. She smiled as her hands slipped down between her legs. She was enjoying the show very much and she could tell her passion was continuing to rise. After all, she hadn't really gotten her rocks off yet and the view of the two friends going at one another was making her blood boil.

Carl was slurping hard at the black pussy now, the juicy sounds filling the room. As he worked, Sally's knees were wobbling, and Misty saw her friend start to fall. She leaped to her feet and rushed across the room. She got behind

Sally, wrapping her arms around her waist to hold her erect. She slid her hands up the front of her body until she was cupping the short girl's heavy breasts, which were so hot they actually warmed Misty's hands.

Misty looked down over Sally's shoulder so that she could see the top of Carl's head as he rammed his face into the spread pussy. His pink tongue was out like a lance, doing its job, probing into the depths of Sally's snatch. Then Sally gasped and shook from head to toe, as though her finger had been jammed into an open wall socket.

"I'm... I'm... coming!" she gasped.

"So come already," Misty purred in her ear, her lips fluttering against her dark hair.

Sally quivered as spasms ripped through her body. Misty could see it all as her muscles jumped and knotted, making Sally writhe from head to toe. She shook like a rag doll as her female milk gushed forth, straight into Carl's open face. He took it all without flinching, his eyes wide open, rolling up as he watched her belly button heave in and out.

Gradually, Sally spent herself, and then she was falling back against Misty, who supported her as she staggered into her chair. The brunette sprawled, gasping for breath as her body glistened with sweat. She took several minutes to get control of herself and, as she did, Carl dashed into the nearby bathroom to clean up.

He came back in a few minutes, his mouth rinsed and his face washed clean.

The three friends stared at one another and then they broke into laughter, their voices rising almost wildly for a few minutes. Then they quieted again. Misty stood in the middle of the room, her feet spread, her hands on her hips, looking almost like an Amazon taking charge.

"Well, that was all fucking right," she exclaimed. "Carl, I want you to know you're welcome to come into this house whenever you like-hopefully when there's nobody home but me."

"And me," Sally added. "Don't forget about me."

"Whatever," Misty said with a shrug. "But, while you guys have been getting your rocks off, I haven't had one bit of fun. What about me? When do I get some satisfaction?"

Carl grasped her shoulders, kissing her hard on the mouth. Then he dropped his hand to her cunt and she tingled as his fingers wormed among her hairs. "All right, let's do this one straight. A good, solid fucking, with no screwing around. You're gonna get your satisfaction, neighbor."

He led her to the couch, pushing her down on her back. Then he knelt over the edge of the couch, kissing her on the belly button and slipping his nose and mouth down into her cunt hairs. He kissed her there, his tongue lapping. As he did so her knees fell apart naturally in order to give him plenty of room. When Misty was panting all over again, he heaved himself on top of her.

Misty grunted as his weight came down on her and his prick, out like a lance, was stabbing across her belly. Her body opened completely to him, and his knob wormed among her hairs, found her hole, and then poked inside. She gasped at his size, for he seemed larger than before. It felt good as his knob slid between her gates and up the walls of her slick canal, all the way to the base of her cunt.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles together, as Sally had taught her to do. Then she pulled hard and his prick slid even more deeply into her body. She opened her eyes to see Sally leaning over them, a look of anticipation in her eyes.

Misty smiled up into her face. "Sure, you're welcome to join in-if you can find a place."

Sally was able to find a place, all right. She leaned over Misty's face so that the blond could catch a breast in her mouth. She sucked on a dark nipple as her hands roamed over to find Sally's cunt and stroke it. Soon Sally was panting as much as Misty and it was obvious they were all going to make it another time.

Carl came very fast, swelling and then gushing forth, his seed boiling over in Misty's crotch, gushing out of her cunt and dribbling to the leather. Then Sally was slamming her cunt against Misty's hand, coming, filling the hand with a heavy scented milk. Misty herself was not far behind, responding to Carl's orgasm by pounding her hips up off the couch until she was making it, too.

She felt the explosions in her groin and then her hands and feet went numb as everything was poured into her crotch. She exploded, squealing with joy. She hammered her crotch against him as fast and as hard as she could, while he slammed down on her.

She felt as though she might be coming a second time, but then she heard the sound. It was outside, in the driveway. She knew the sound of the Pontiac.

"My God, it's my mother!" she cried. "She's come home early!"

The threesome flew apart as though scattered by a dynamite charge. Sally and Carl scooped up their clothing and dashed toward the back yard, promising to dress there and disappear over the fence into Carl's yard, once they were decent. Misty saw their racing figures leave and then she was mopping up the fouled couch with a wash cloth. She then pulled on her shirt and shorts and brushed at her hair in the instant before her mother walked into the room.

Mrs. Sommer paused in the doorway, staring at her daughter. She blinked as Misty tried to smile. "Hi, Mom," she said, in a voice that quavered.

Her mother stared at her and then she looked around the room. She sniffed the air gently, wrinkling her nose. "Hello, dear," she replied and Misty knew the grilling was going to start.

Mrs. Sommer came into the room and stood before her daughter. "You look strange. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, just fine," she said with a voice that broke in the middle. "What's that smell?"

"Oh... Sally was over. She let me try some of her new musk perfume. Do you like it?"

Mrs. Sommer sniffed again. "I'm not sure. Your hair's a mess. What have you been into?"

"Uh... oh, we were just playing around. Sally left a few minutes ago." She peered at her mother, wondering how much she knew. If she were playing around on the side herself, she'd know the feeling, the look, the excitement of sex which was being kept secret.

"Your face is flushed," her mother said, placing the back of her hand on Misty's forehead. "Are you all right? Do you have a fever?"

"I told you, I'm fine. Stop worrying. We were just messing around, playing games, exercising, seeing who could do the most pushups. You know how we do."

Mrs. Sommer gave her a long look. "No, I don't know, but if you say so." She dropped her purse. "The girls weren't able to stay long today, so I'm home early."

Misty sat down opposite her mother, peering into her face. "What do you and the girls do?" she asked, emphasizing the word "girls."

Mrs. Sommer gave her another quick glance. She seemed to be wondering if she detected suspicion. "Why?"

"Oh, you see so much of the girls. Three times a week, I'd say. I would think you'd do something else once in a while. Does Daddy mind if you see the girls?"

Her mother bit her lower lip and then she merely shook her head.

"Then your meetings with the girls don't threaten him in any way."

Mrs. Sommer shook her head firmly. "Absolutely not. He doesn't care what I do, Misty, so long as he comes first. When you start going out with serious young men, you would do well to remember that. You can do anything you wish, so long as you have an arrangement with the number one man."

Misty realized that her mother didn't know that she was telling all. Suddenly "the girls" had been transformed into "serious men" and she was telling her daughter that she had a right to variety in her sex life, so long as she could keep jealousy from creeping in and poisoning it.

She leaned over her mother, kissing her gently on the mouth. Mrs. Sommer was startled. "What was that for?"

"Because you're a wise lady and I appreciate you." She straightened, stretching. "And now I'm going to the beach, if you don't mind."

"Why should I mind? I haven't gotten you to do a lick of work around the house all summer."

"I painted the back porch."

Her mother waved at her. "Go. Play. Do your thing." She looked closely at her daughter one last time. "Just remember what I told you. Have your fun, but keep it fun until you decide on your main man. Make him understand that you're a free woman and a loyal woman at the same time. Allow him the same freedom to do as he wishes-when you're not around to occupy his full attention. Do you understand?"

Misty nodded, her face sober, and then she left the room She blew out her cheeks as she skipped up the stairs and into her room. She flopped across the bed, gasping with relief. There was no doubt that her mother suspected but that she'd chosen not to directly object. Her advice: be discreet, be adult, don't get too involved, keep your options open. She loved her mother for her maturity and her wisdom.

Thoughtful still, Misty slipped out of her shirt and her shorts. She stood before the mirror, looking at herself. Her body was still glowing from the recent sex, her breasts filled and distended, her pussy glistening. God, she really did need to cool off.

She slipped into a black bikini, a hip-hugger that barely covered her body in the vital places. Then she pulled her shorts and shirt back on, slipped her feet into sandals and tossed a huge towel over her shoulders. She went back down the stairs and out the front door because she didn't want to push her luck by meeting her mother again.

She hurried the few blocks to the beach, passing several of her high school friends who also were on their way down to the sand. It seemed as though her entire class was playing through the summer, waiting for the fall term at State or at some other college to begin. Well, she loved them all, but she wanted to be alone with her thoughts for a while.

She found a place in the sand, back by the sea wall. There she spread her towel and dropped a plastic bottle of sun-tan lotion in the middle. She walked down to the edge of the water, feeling the eyes of a hundred young men and those of a few envious girls, following her. She knew she looked very good. Her black bikini was effective against the fairness of her skin and the blond of her hair.

She let the water surge around her knees. It was less cold than she'd imagined. Now that the middle of summer was here the Pacific had yielded some of its chilly grip and made it possible to stay in the water for extended times.

Misty walked straight into the surf, feeling the waves break over her thighs, then over her crotch, enjoying the cool fresh feeling around her cunt. The water then lifted her breasts and soon she plunged in, sliding forward in several smooth strokes as she headed for deeper water. She saw the familiar raft beyond the breakers a hundred yards and she headed for it.

She reached the large raft with the red floats at the corners and the low walls on three sides to protect resting bathers from the cool wind or the open sea. She swam to the outward side of the raft to find the open side, so that she could pull herself up on the raft. She wiggled out of the water on her belly and rolled to her back, breathing hard as the gentle sun beat down on her, warming her now chilly body.

She rested on her back for several minutes, thinking about her new life. God, it had started the day before with a rush. Jerry, then Sally, then Carl and then a mixture. She smiled as she rested her arm across her eyes. Yes, she was learning fast and furiously, like a kid taking a cram course. She'd had plenty of meat crammed into her body in two days. She smiled again at the thought, "So, you're enjoying being alone, obviously," a voice said at her elbow. "Shall I leave you alone?"

Misty turned her head at once, seeing another head only a few inches from hers. He was in the water, but with his elbows hooked over the side of the raft. He was dark-haired and very tan, muscular, and he smiled, showing a line of perfect white teeth. His eyes, dark, crinkled at her.

She blinked, wondering what to say. So she said, not very brightly, "It's a free country. You may come or go as you like."

He chose to hoist himself up on the raft, and as he did so, Misty sat up. After all, she wasn't going to lie flat on her back, fully exposed, while this strange man devoured her with his eyes. She looked him over again as he shook the hair from his face and wiped briefly at his body. He sat on the edge of the raft, his feet in the water.

He was dark from more than the sun. He wasn't an American type. Yes, she'd noticed a slight accent in his speech. He turned quickly to her, catching her staring.

"Ah, so you are wondering about me," he said, flashing the dark smile again. "So, this man is not the usual Southern California beach boy, the blond young man with the blue eyes. No, this one is dark and he speaks strangely."

Misty made a gesture with her shoulders, seeing his eyes drop to her shifting breasts. "You can be anybody you like, friend. It's all right with me."

"So, I am Ali. And who are vou?"

She pressed her lips together. American or not, he was a fast worker. "I'm a girl who wants some peace and privacy, if you don't mind. You may stay, if you wish, but I came out here to think."

It was his turn to shrug. "So, its a free country, as you Americans are so fond of saying. So you may think and I will not disturb."

He pulled himself all the way up on the raft and leaned back against the heels of his hands, his face lifted to the sun. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, slowly, and with a kind of ritual. Misty watched him for several minutes, until she knew she couldn't think private thoughts with this disturbing man so close to her. She cleared her throat and he turned, smiling at her.

"Um, you're from the Middle East, I guess," she said. "I'm sorry if I was rude to you. If you're a guest in this country you should be treated with respect."

He bowed his head in a formal way. "Ah, but how could any man believe that one so fair and so lovely could treat him with disrespect? You are a beautiful lady and I am proud to share your raft."

Flustered, Misty blushed. "Oh, it's not my raft. It's the city's, I guess. It's open to all of us-you included."

He nodded, his flashing smile dazzling her again. He had straight chiseled figures, looking like Charlton Heston in theatrical make-up. "So, yes, I am from the Middle East. I am a Saudi, a medical student here at your local university. There are several of us."

Misty nodded. "I think I heard about your group. Are you learning things all right?"

It was a stupid question, but she still was surprised and flustered. A foreign man was new to her. She didn't quite know how she should behave.

They chatted about his work, and as they talked she wondered who he really was. Was he oil rich? Did his family own oil wells that brought in lots of money? Did he drive a Mercedes and did he give his favorite girlfriends diamonds like they were candy bars?

"Well?"

She realized she'd been carried away by her thoughts and that he was asking her a question. She blinked. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."

He smiled. "Are you telling me the truth? Usually you American women think it is quite a startling question."

She shrugged and again he looked at her breasts. "I'm really sorry, but I was thinking about something else. What did you ask me?" Somehow she wanted desperately to know. This could be important.

He shrugged. "AH right, so I shall repeat it. Do you want me to fuck with you?"