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Subject: {ASSM} The Russian Girl (Part 6) (Mf) By Katzmarek
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Lina is finally in th movies.
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Author's Note.
This story is entirely a work of fiction. It is for entertainment
purposes only and does not reflect the author's 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 author's express permission. If
you feel you would be offended by the content, or underage,
please proceed no further. ..The Katz
The Russian Girl (Part 6)
By Katzmarek
I must admit that I've seen a lot of Isabella lately. It was no
co-incidence that she reminds me of Lina, at least in some ways.
She's pretty much available to me, night and day, so that is an
added bonus.
Last week I had decided to look up some old buddies from film
school. Jimmy Santini had been doing some camera-work for an
independent film-maker. He just happened to mention that their
second-unit director had been in a car accident and they were
looking for a replacement at short notice. On impulse I
volunteered.
Now I hadn't worked with film much since College, I mostly use
videotape. Additionally I have little experience in doing
exteriors, or even action sequences that can't be filmed on a
bed. I hardly ever work with a crew or equipment beyond a few
lights. Jimmy said that the work was easy, just two or three
scenes as most of the work had been done.
I got the script yesterday. Shooting was to start on Saturday,
when they have the road clearances, and consists of, initially,
two scenes. A car pulls up in the street, the character gets out
and asks directions of a passerby, then runs in the direction
indicated. The next scene shows the character running up the
drive of a large house and ringing the bell, that's all.
It's sounds easy, but the director wants the camera to pan pass
the runner in the opposite direction. As if from a passing car.
He wants an over-the-shoulder close-up of the character's brief
dialogue with the passerby and the last, a static shot of the
character's back as he runs towards the house. Three set-ups, one
from a 'dolly', one with the camera on a 'lift', with sound, and
the last fairly straight forward.
As for the passerby, the brief suggested I use a local as an
extra, but I had a better idea. I give Lina a call.
"(Russ) Hey Lina, want to be in the movies"?
There's a moment of silence, then,
"(Russ) What"?
I explain about the part and suggest she brush up on the English
lines. She has to be an 'American'.
"(Russ) Of course... I love to...Oh Eric.. you're going to put me
in a movie"?
"(Russ) Hang on Lina... It's only one line, you'll be on-screen
for about 3 seconds tops, and it's an independent film on limited
release. I just thought you'd like to see how everything works.
And they'll pay you about 100 bucks."
"(Russ) Oh Eric..........."
I guess the answer's yes.
The professor's horrified upon hearing Lina's news and only after
a long call to his son for details is he mollified. Lina is
ecstatic. It has come at a time when she was feeling a bit down
and confused.
Things had not really developed in the way she had hoped with
Mischa. They couldn't help seeing each other everyday, but he
seemed to be avoiding being alone with her. It was frustrating.
She had tried to ask him but he had shrugged his shoulders and
refused to answer her.
Mischa was from a 'privileged' family and had the benefit of
private schooling, both in the Ukraine and Switzerland, all his
life. Mischa's upbringing had led him to adopt quite a
conservative attitude when it came to the opposite sex. Lina's
forwardness, despite the exhilaration of their first meeting, had
quite disturbed him. That, and a more fundamental dilemma, sexual
identity.
We start at 5am Saturday morning. I'd already checked out the
location so I knew what we had to do. I have a brief meeting with
the crew, but they are all professionals and they know what to
do.
We lay the 'dolly' track and level it with hydraulic jacks. If
the track is uneven the scene will 'wobble'. I have two lighting
guys, a couple of 'Gaffers', or general helpers, a soundman and
boom operator, cameraman and assistant, continuity, make-up and
an actor. A dozen of us, 13 when Lina arrives. It's quite a deal
for three scenes, more people than I've ever worked with in my
working life.
Everything is set up by about 8 am and we chow down for
breakfast. We don't get caterers so a 'Gaffer' organizes food
through a local Deli. We need to wait for the sun to climb
sufficiently so we don't get too much shadow. A little overcast
sky would be ideal but it's too much to expect this time of the
year.
About ten, we do a few run-throughs to check angles and lighting
and to pace the actor through the scene.
Lina arrives about half-past. Dad brings her, I think, to check
out what we are doing. He is, after-all, her moral Guardian.
Everything passes Dad's inspection and he heads back to Anaheim,
I'm to drive her home.
Lina is excited by all the activity and equipment. This is,
after-all, the world she wants to make her own. After dad's
departure she runs to me and flings her arms around my neck,
planting a huge Lina-smacker on my face. Upon setting her down I
see the crew standing around smiling, there's sporadicapplause.
She is wearing a trendy white outfit consisting of a baggy top
and knee-length shorts. I had toyed with the idea of having her
as 'roller-girl' but getting her on 'blades was too much effort.
I didn't want her to stumble or fall over during the shoot.
I walk Lina through the shot a couple of times. She has a
tendency to walk too fast and I have to slow her down. 11am, and
the sun is in a good position. One last adjustment to the
lighting screens, to minimize face-shadows and we're off.
I do three takes of the first shot and figure I'd had enough.
Then comes the close-up. In half an hour we had the camera on the
'lift' and focussed. I have a clear view of Lina's face, the
cameraman is happy. Sound checks their levels and I order
'turnover'.
Lina gives her one-line in a clear crisp voice. She had been
going over that line, night and day, for 4 days. She looks
amazing, naturally photogenic. I think that one take is enough,
but we do another anyway. She has a hint of a smile and her eyes
simply smolder. She has a three second affair with the camera.
Even the hard-bitten cameraman is impressed,
"Shoot! what a natural," he says.
I agree.
We wrap about 2pm. We'd chased the light and won, a successful
shoot. Now I can have Lina to myself for the rest of the
afternoon. We jump into my little red Audi sport and head off
into the hills for a drive. With the top down, Lina's hair is
streaming back with the breeze. She's all smiles and laughter.
She tells me that was the best fun ever. I'm beginning to think
that we may have a star in her after-all.
Eventually we make our way to Redwood Valley and my home. We
settle ourselves on my sundeck with fresh lemonades and soak up
the afternoon sun. Lina takes off her top and lies in just her
shorts and bra. I'm bare-chested, wearing a pair of cargo pants.
I observe how she has filled out since I first met her. Her
shoulders are straighter, her breasts lovely handfuls, her hips
wider and fuller. Her bottom is rounder and her thighs and legs,
fleshier and more healthy.
Noting her pale skin I suggest I apply sun-tan oil. She agrees
and, turning her over, I start on her shoulders and arms. Next I
do her back, down to the waist-band of her pants. Her bottom
stretches the fabric of her shorts tight, furrowing over the
crack.
I do her legs, from her feet to the beginning of her shorts. I
run my fingertips lightly up the inside of her fabric-covered
thighs to the gusset of her shorts. Her bottom gives a little
wriggle. My hands roam over her ass tracing it's shape.
I lay my body, slowly on top of hers, crotch to bottom, chest to
back, so that my face is buried in her luxuriant hair. I tangle
my fingers in her locks, massaging her scalp. My hard dick is
laying along the crack of her ass. Her legs part so I can support
my weight with my knees.
After sliding my body over her back, I kneel to allow her to turn
over. She's smiles and holds out her arms to me. I fold into her
arms, my mouth fastens to hers. Our lips and tongues dance an
erotic ballet. Our crotches grind together, seeking more contact.
My hands seeking her breasts, caress the sides of her bra covered
beauties. My thumbs find her nipples which I massage to
hardness.
I stand up and pull her to her feet. She backs into me and I
playfully nudge her inside, towards my bedroom. My hands encircle
her waist and begin to undo her shorts.
"What's that...pushing me," she asks, giggling.
"My hard cock", I whisper in her ear.
"Oh Eric!" she gasps, " so.. hot....(Russ) I miss your hands on
me. I am so excited".
"(Russ) I want to be inside you, lover, I want you naked and in
my arms", I reply.
I push her, face-up across the bed and pull her shorts off. She
sits up in her matching pale blue underwear and points at my
cock. Suddenly serious, she says in accented English,
"Eric, show me"?
I drop my pants in a flash and my cock springs free, pointing
over her head. She leans forward and touches it with her hand,
running her fingertips up and down.
She's purring like a contented cat.
"You want me.....to suck you"? she asks.
Her hand feels so good on me. I swallow and nod to her. Her mouth
closes over the head, her tongue caresses it and licks the
glands.
After a while she takes the shaft into her mouth, about half-way
down, and gives me a few rapid strokes. I'm in heaven. She pulls
it from her mouth and looks up at me, smiling,
"You like"?
"I like.... very much", I respond.
She then resumes a more rhythmic sucking, bending to the task
with a serious expression on her face.
I bend over her and undo her bra, pulling it down her arms. My
hands are caressing her young boobs, with those erect brown
nipples I've grown accustomed to. I pull her head off my dick and
lay her back down on the bed. Her lips are wet from her
activities, I give her a thorough kiss before standing up to
remove her panties.
I feel her moist pussy covered in blond fuzz, her legs are apart,
playfully scissoring me around the middle. Her vagina is wide
open, ready, I can smell her heat, it overwhelms my senses. I
reach for a rubber, awkwardly, because she has locked her legs
around me.
"I need to be inside you," I tell her, "now!"
"Ok," she replies, " yes! do it.....it's ok".
She holds her legs apart, offering me her pussy. I carefully
ease myself inside her, she is tight but I have little trouble
sliding in my full length. I lay there for a short time not
moving, just luxuriating in her velvet warmth. My hands worm
themselves under her bottom, marveling at her soft, smoothskin.
After a while I begin to slowly move in and out, rolling my ass
in a circular motion. She whispers in my ear,
"You can go... uh... faster...please"?
In response I start to increase my stroke, grinding my pubic bone
against her clitoris. Her breath is rasping.
"Faster.. uh.... oh... yes..... more..", she pants.
I hammer away into her, my hands pulling her against my cock at
each down-stroke. I hope I can get her there before I shoot my
load.
"Uh...oh... ooo. (Russ) Make me happy....Eric...ooo... love your
cock.... Uh.....do it.... Nearly.....oH...OOOHHH.... OOOOOHHHH".
She howls out her orgasm as she thrashes her arms and legs. I
support myself on my elbows as I work to my own crisis. She's
glistening with sweat, her little tits are wobbling around as I
pound myself to completion.
The time is 6pm, I must have dozed. Lina is snoozing peacefully
wrapped in my duvet. I can't bring myself to disturb her so I
ring my father. I tell him that Lina is staying on for dinner,
that the day had been exhausting and she was sleeping at my
place. He's suspicious, but I could always twist him round my
finger, and he consents, providing I have her back home before
9pm.
When I re-enter the bedroom, Lina is awake, asking me who was on
the phone. I tell her we have another three hours together and
she is smiling.
We had made love three times this afternoon. Each orgasm had
seemed more powerful than the last until, the last time it was
almost too painful for me. She had been gripping the bed-head
while I worked myself rapidly into her from behind. Her
beautiful, white peaches had been flushed red with our exertions.
I'd manipulated her clitoris as I screwed her little pussy. As
she came, she'd opened her mouth , but no sound had come out.
Only as her peak passed did she scream through clenched teeth.
We'd held each other, silently breathing into each other's neck,
until I'd realized she'd fallen asleep. I'd must have followed
soon after, bathed in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
We'd made love, not 'fucked' or 'screwed', but had mingled our
spirits together. Opened our 'ego boundaries' to accept each
other, body and soul.
This girl was not yet 16, I was slightly under twice her age.
Some times she appears almost older than myself, at others she
displays the innocent wonder of a young girl. Girl/woman or
woman/girl I don't know which. I am hopeless entangled.
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