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Subject: {ASSM} The Russian Girl (Part 3) (Mf, ff ) By Katzmarek
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Continuing the relationship between Eric and Lina.
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Authors Note.
This story is entirely a work of fiction. It is for entertainment
purposes only and does not reflect the authors views or
attitudes. It contains scenes of sexual activities with a minor
and the author does not condone this. This work may not be
reproduced for profit without the authors express permission. If
you feel you would be offended by the content, or underage please
proceed no further. ..The Katz
The Russian Girl (Part 3)
By Katzmarek
I'm sitting in my office looking at the phone. I'd just dropped
Lina off at the center after telling her she would need to go
back to Russia. She had cried and clung to me and I had assured
her that I would fix everything up and I had a plan. I then
stared into those expressive blue eyes and kissed her. I'd
watched her walk back to the center wondering what the hell that
plan was.
So, I pick up the phone and dial,
"Furneaux College", answers the voice.
"Hi, I would like to talk to Professor Vya'scheshev please"
"Through now", it says in that bored tone. A few clicks later the
guttural accent of the Professor comes on.
"Vya'scheshev"?
"Dad"? I say.
"Gregorevich!, how come you haven't rung us for a while, you
must call your mother, Helge worries about you."
"I know, dad, I'm sorry, listen, I need a favor".
Lina sat in the dayroom of the center watching 'Popeye' on
Cartoon Network. It was her favorite program and you didn't need
English to understand it. She giggled when Popeye beat up that
big guy after eating his spinach, but she thought Olive was
pathetic. Eric was her Popeye, he would beat up all the bad men
for her. She smiled at the thought.
She had loved the studio, the cameras, the lights and she'd loved
performing. She had become outside herself, larger then life. She
was another person in front of that camera. Someone who had no
fear, no pain, no loss.
She had tried to rub herself like Eric wanted and she knew that
other girls, like Veronica, would huff and puff and get excited
but she'd felt nothing.
She loved the TV at the center. Vasiliy had only watched porn
movies at the hotel and he had got excited and got her to suck
him. He had an enormous tool and it had frightened her. He had
tried to put the thing into her but she had screamed and Peter
the Greek had knocked on the door. Vasiliy had given him some
money and he went away but he couldn't get it inside her so he
had splashed into her mouth.
Vasiliy didn't smell nice like Eric. He was always drinking Vodka
like the old men in the basement in 'Petersburg. She was glad
Eric had gotten her away from him. Eric didn't drink or smoke and
he always showered once a day. And he would make everything
alright. He knew important people. He was rich and drove a nice
car.
That night Veronica had tucked herself in next to her in bed.
She'd started kissing and stroking her and Lina had tried to
return the favor. Lina licked her bedpal's nipples, they tasted
salty, running the tip of her tongue around the points. Veronica
ran her fingers through her hair and kissed the top of herhead.
Veronica had wanted to push her fingers into her panties.
She had felt a little slippery.
Lina felt like she was beginning on a little journey of sensation
and she wondered about the destination. She stroked Veronica in
the way she knew she liked and in no time at all she was moaning
and groaning. Lina was afraid someone would come in to see what
all the noise was about and had tried to shush the girl.
Then Veronica had tried to push her finger into her hole and
she'd turned her back on her and dislodged it.
I pick up the phone again and ring Shapiro.
"Frankie, there's a direct flight to St Petersburg, Friday, 6am,
I'm taking Lina back myself, is that ok"?
"Should be, she won't be needed for the hearing, we have her
statement and there's no contest. I'll tell immigration".
"Thanks".
"Yeah, well, take care, ok"?
"Sure Frankie", I say.
CPS was no problem either, they had enough to do, so long as the
paperwork was tidy.
Lina thought I was rich but that was far from the truth. She had
already cost me plenty and I needed some cash flow. I next call
'Joey Lube'. He had done some work for me in the past and he knew
the way I worked. He was a freelance and I knew he needed the
work. I offer him a good deal to make a series for me. I outline
the plan and he goes for it. I keep the percentages and he the
budget. It keeps me to my contracts and gives me a cash-flow for
the next few months.
The next thing we are high over the Arctic and Lina is snoozing
on my arm. In my attache-case is a sheaf of papers I'm hoping
will be signed and stamped in the next few weeks. Lina's
clutching a little teddy and she looks so child-like and
innocent. We look like daddy and daughter.
She's awake somewhere over the Gulf of Bothnia and together we
look out the window and try and identify the little ships and
islands. Her shampoo is in my nostrils, her head against mine,
her hand placed innocently on my thigh. I am acutely aware of
her.
Through customs and we fetch ourselves up in a room at the
Novorossisk. The hotel is flash and modern and we get a suite
overlooking the river. We can see the cruiser Aurora, which fired
the first shots of the October revolution, parked in the same
spot on the Neva that she's been for 90 odd years. I love old
ships and promise myself to take a look.
Lina is staring out onto the river and she's crying. I put my
arms around her to comfort her. I figure the fatigue and emotion
of the journey was taking it's toll so I close the curtains and
tuck her into bed. Feeling tired myself I crawl in beside her and
hold her. I can feel her sobbing to herself, her body shaking, so
I murmur consoling words and tell her she's safe here. For once
my concern for her outweighs my carnal lust and my dick behaves
itself.
We sleep clear through till morning. Lina's in the bathroom
brushing her teeth. I go to take a leak and there she is over the
basin in T-shirt and panties. I watch her bottom wiggle as she
scrubs away and my cock starts to twitch. I'm hanging over the
can waiting for it to subside a little so I can take a pee. Lina
comes and stands beside me to ask what our plans for the day are.
She watches my struggle with amusement,
"(Russ) Your male actors can't get it up and you can't get it
down". And she's laughing and I'm laughing too.
It does the trick though and I'm able to take my morning leak.
"(Russ) Are men always like that in the morning"? she asks.
"(Russ) Usually", I say, "especially when they've just slept with
a young sexy girl". She blushes red and flashes her sexy,
seductive, smile.
Next I jump in the shower, and I've just soaped myself up when in
she gets behind me. I turn around and she's looking at me and
smiling. I've never seen her completely naked before so I take a
peek. Her breasts are a little fuller now, rather like upturned
bowls crowned with prominent, brown nipples. Down her flat tummy,
with just a hint of roundness from all that good food, I take in
her little pussy. It is covered in a light fluffy down, blond in
color, like her hair. The water's making it matte together and
droplets run down.
She motions me to turn around and she's soaping my back. Her
hands slide easily over my skin and down to my butt. As she
stoops I can feel her nipples brush my back. She massages by butt
cheeks and her fingers tickle my balls. She continues on down my
legs and washes my feet.
I turn around and my dick practically slaps her over the face.
She's laughing and batting it with her hand, making it spring
back and forth. She tells me that men look funny with their thing
all up like that and she's teasing and giggling away.
Lina tries to catch the little drips of water that collect at
the tip and then the next thing she's licking all around the eye
like it was a lollipop. Her little tongue sends shivers through
me as it flicks over my knob. She looks up at me and rubs the
underside with her tongue. A dozen porn fantasies coming true.
She slowly jerking me and putting it in her mouth for a couple of
rapid sucks. I pull her to her feet and before I fasten my mouth
to hers she says,
"(Russ) But I haven't finished yet".
And then I'm exploring her mouth with my tongue. I'm sucking on
those juicy lips and pulling her gorgeous little bottom, welding
it against me.
I pull her out of the shower and dry her off with the big fluffy
towel. All the time I'm giving her little kisses here and there
until I'm standing with her, wrapped up like a present, giving
little pecks over her face. All the time she's been fishing for
my dick with her hand but I stop her.
I lay her out on the bed and her hand immediately clamps between
her thighs.
"(Russ) Please", she says, wide eyed with fright, "don't hurt
me".
I tell her, in between kisses that that was the last thing I
would do, that I loved her and would never bring any harm to her.
I don't think she's fully convinced and keeps her hand tucked
between her legs.
I want to bring good feelings to my little princess. She's well
versed in servicing men but she doesn't know how to take
pleasure. I tell her I will give her a massage. I sometimes have
to do this for the girls if they're feeling a bit uptight.
I get her to lie on her front and I start at her feet. Warming
the oil in my hands I work up around her calves kneading and
squeezing the muscles as I go. After I finish each part I run my
fingertips up and down the area, now super-sensitive. I work my
way up to her thighs and I can feel her start to seize up. I'm
whispering,
"Ok.. ok...it's alright", in English and she slowly starts to
relax. I avoid her pussy and ,instead, move on to her ass. Her
breathing quickens a little as I massage her cheeks. With my
fingertips I concentrate on the little area just above her thighs
and she's clenching and unclenching her pretty butt cheeks.
I'm working my way up her back, brushing her silky hair out of
the way. I reach her shoulders and give them some thorough
treatment. I'm now sitting astride her back and my dick is laying
up her spine. She has her eyes shut and her mouth is partly open.
Her hand is still jammed between her legs but I don't think it is
there for protection anymore.
"(Russ) Lina", I say, " This is for you". She doesn't answer.
I get off her and turn her over. She still has her hand between
her legs and her eyes are still shut. I give her a kiss and start
down her front. I run my hands down between her breasts and down
around her tummy. She takes a few deep breaths and her head turns
to the side. I work her breasts up from the sides and inch
towards her nipples. By the time I reach them they are standing
proud and erect. I can't resist rolling one between my fingers
and touching the end with the tip of my tongue. I notice a slight
movement from her arm and I realize that her hand is working her
little pussy.
I have always found the sight of a woman making love to herself
highly erotic and Lina, that blond, fair, not-quite-a-woman IS
erotic. As I'm making my way down over her thighs her hand stops
it's movement.
"(Russ) It's ok my darling," I say, "just go ahead my love...
it's alright", in tones as soothing as I can manage. She nods and
her hand resumes it's slow movement. I squat between her legs and
raise them a little. I can now watch her and massage her thighs
at the same time.
She peers at me out of the corner of her eye and she must decide
that everything is alright, because she turns her face away again
and closes her lids. Another deep breath, I bend down to kiss her
hand and she gives a start. My hands are now lightly stroking her
haunches as she works her little pussy. I bend down to touch her
hand with my tongue, right over where her little pleasure center
must be. She gives another little start and her hand moves a
little faster.
Bending down I can smell her arousal. Her hand is slippery with a
combination of the massage oil and her own juices. I blow on her
hand and kiss it some more. It moves faster and faster. She's
making little cooing noises now. I'm inches from her hand and
stroking right up her inner thighs with my fingers.
She tenses up and lifts her bottom off the bed, closer to my warm
breath. With a couple of explosive breaths she's huffing and
moaning and her legs clamp me round the ears holding my head in a
vice-like grip. I free myself and lie beside her, holding and
loving her. She's sobbing into my chest. I tell her
'congatulations' and brush the damp hair off her face. My dick is
laying forgotten.
After a while we dress and head on down to breakfast. She insists
we go to the American style restaurant and she downs pancakes and
fries. I watch her smiling across the table. We now share a
confidence together, a secret intimacy. We grin like a couple of
co-conspirators who have just completed the job.
"(Russ) You are beautiful," I half whisper to her.
"(Russ) I think you are the nicest person in the world," she
answers. Pushing my foot with hers.
"I love you", I say in English. She doesn't answer, instead she
screws her eyes up. When she opens them again the tears begin to
run down her face.
I give her some Roubles to play with and tell her I'm off to deal
with the Byzantine bureacracy. She bobs off blowing me kisses and
I'm off to face the Ministry. The US consulate was the worst,
ironically. They photocopy everything I had and promise I'll have
an answer in a fortnight. Then comes the Exterior Ministry and
the most crucial, the Office of Adoption Services.
I pour out the story to the middle-aged lady in the office. I
show her everything I had. Apparently Russian/Americans are in
pretty good odor because there has been a great deal of
investment from that quarter recently. She didn't want to upset a
possible flow of yankee dollars. The clincher was a stroke of
genius on my part. Towards the end of the interview I play a
hunch and say,
"Of course I will see to it that she attends church regularly".
She arches her eyebrows and replies,
"The holy father will be grateful for your diligence".
The Russian Orthodox religion had been gaining ground recently
and I'd heard that there were little clumps of believers in the
ministries. I figured the Adoption office would be a natural
place for some to be.
So I head back to the hotel with everything I need save the US
Visa. I knew that would be a hurdle. That and the signature from
Lina's nearest surviving relative.
Her mother had been taken into a nursing hospital in Belozersk.
The years or drinking cheap booze had finally caught up with her.
Her father, it turned out, had been in the army and been killed
on active service, probably Chechnya. Guardianship of Lina had
devolved to an Aunt, now living in Moscow. A few phone calls and
the use of a fax got that thing organized. Everything now hung on
the US embassy for a visa and confirmation of Guardianship.
The confirmation was necessary if I was to get guardianship
recognized under US law. If I was applying, it would have been
rejected straight away. That's why the guardianship was to be in
the name of Professor Vya'scheshev, Head of Russian Studies,
Furneaux College, Anaheim, California, and, of course, my
father.
We just had to wait.
Lina had blown her roubles when I met up with her later at the
hotel. Oddly enough, most of the stuff she'd bought was for all
the other kids at the Foster Center.
She had spent some time down by the river, just thinking. She
thought about Anya, 'The Fox', Vasiliy and, of course Eric. He
had made her feel so nice this morning. 'Was this what love is'?
She didn't know.
She wished Anya was here, Anya always knew what to do.
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