The Russian Girl (Part 10) By Katzmarek I wake up sometime in the wee hours of the morning. I look at the time, it's 2.28am. Janine is snoring peacefully beside me, her big sweaty ass hunched against my leg. In the dim light, I watch her for a little while, listening to her gurgling breathing, and musing about the last few days. 'What a firecracker,' I think, 'you sure gave my knob a workout.' I honestly lost count of the number of times she'd orgasmed. She loved having her pussy munched, a first for her, and kept urging me to pound her faster and faster. I'll never forget her riding me, heaving up and down on my poor dick, while holding those immense breasts in her hands to stop them flopping around. I'd pinched and rubbed her distended clitoris, her round belly trapping my hand, as she screamed and hollered out another 'come'. That was the best, or maybe it was slamming into her from behind, listening to the slap-slap of her ass as she gripped my bed-head. "ERIC... OH BABY... FASTER... OOOOHHH... OOOOO... OOOHHH... FILL ME... OOOOOHHHHHH... AAAAAAHHHHH," She screamed, jamming her ass back at me as I pounded into her. I love women coming, it's got to be the horniest thing in the world, and boy! did she come. I stroke her ass, it's still slimey with sweat. Her left leg is bent, giving me access to her hairy bush. My fingers run through the moist, matted hair seeking out her sex. Her cavern is still hot like a volcano, as I insinuate my finger into it. Her snoring stops, she stirs a little at the contact. I gently push my finger in and out. "Whazz-you-doin'," she says in a sleepy voice, "haven't you had enough?" "Have you?" I ask, kissing her shoulder. "Love to honey," she replies, "but my body's too tired, my arms and legs are sore." "Maybe we can just jack each other for a while," I suggest. "Ok..." she says, "just for a bit." She pushes the covers down to our knees. "You have a nice cock," she says while stroking me up and down. Her head is on my chest and she gives it little kisses in-between watching her ministrations. I'm cupping her pussy, pushing a finger in and out of her while rubbing my palm across her clitoris. "Am I doing it... uh... ok?" she asks, a little breathless. "Fine," I say, "is my finger ok?" "Mmm... mmm," she purrs, "lovely." After a while she sighs, "I'm sorry honey... too tired... it's not happening... you finish yourself." So she rests her head on my chest to watch will I jack myself off. When I finally shoot my load I notice that she's not moving and she's snoring soundly again. I ease her head off me and roll over. I wake to the smell of coffee and toast, and the sound of whistling. Janine breezes into the bedroom carrying a tray of breakfast, she's dressed. "Must go honey, I've made you breakfast." She says breezily, puts the tray down and kisses me quickly on the lips. "Thank you... for last night," she whispers and then she's gone. Wow! I've never had a woman make me breakfast before, at least one who wasn't my mother. I usually do the honors. ------------------------------------------------------------------ I get out of bed and greet the morning. I check the clock and it's fucking 7am! I've never seen 7am in 10 years unless I've been up all night! I might as well get going, so I check the Email. Lina has two invitations for screen tests. The second one is for a children's series, shot at Burbank Studios. The other's at Universal in Orlando, Florida. I'll give her a call later. The first girl to arrive for the day has an appointment at 10am. I spend the rest of the time taking in the morning sun on the deck. Janine peers over the fence about nine and wolf-whistles. "Nice legs... will you be requiring my services today Eric?" she asks suggestively. "You can service me anytime," I reply "Ho! not for a week at least, honey, I have to learn to walk again." "Well I could do with your chaperone services about 10, if you're free." "I'll be there," And she disappears. I'm wondering what I've got myself into. ------------------------------------------------------------------ At Anaheim, Lina receives my call about the screen tests with excitement. "And guess what?" I say, " I fucked my neighbor last night." "Which one?" she asks. "Who do you think, John?" I say, she laughs. "Not big Janine?" she asks, astounded. "The same." "My god!" she says, " I hope she didn't get on top?" she's still laughing. "Poor Eric! are you ok?" "C'mon! she's not THAT big... and yes... on top, on the bottom, from behind, side by side..." She's shrieking with laughter, " Oh...my...god...did you guys get any sleep?" "Not much," I answer, "and she made me breakfast." "Breakfast?" she asks incredulous, "she made you breakfast? Oh no! She's looking for a new husband. You tell her you're mine... and she can only borrow you occasionally." "Ok... and I think you're wrong... about the husband thing... at least I hope so," I say, suddenly worried. "She'll soon be cooking your dinners and ironing your shirts... you'll see," she teases. As soon as I put the phone down I get a call from Janine. "Hi, it's me... how would you like to come to dinner tonight, John is going to be away for another day." 'Oh fuck!' I thought. Lina's teasing had got me rattled. Despite all the digs about her weight, she's sensational in bed. I mean! she's not fat at all, everything's in proportion, if you know what I mean. And she's a damned nice person to boot. I'm just not her husband-type material. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Lina, meanwhile, is on the phone to Kelly. Kelly's even more incredulous than Lina. "My god! Lina, that's soooo funny. How does he do it? Everyone just seems to fall into bed with him," she giggles. "Including you," Lina tells her. "Shhh, don't spread it around, will you? I'll be in big trouble." "Of course not!" Lina assures her friend. "You're right though." "About what?" Lina asks. "His tongue," and the girls dissolve into giggling. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Back at the grindstone I'm clicking away at more young hopefuls. Janine has come over and is doing her thing with the moms. She's getting along well with one well made-up mom and they're swapping stories and laughing away. It's getting distracting, I'm thinking the conversation must be about me and I'm paranoid. I need to check. "Just a minute," I tell the blond, "be right back," and I head in-doors. "So what's the big joke?" I ask. "Y'know," replies Janine, "she's from the mid-west. We were swapping stories about the people out there," indicating the equally-blond mother. "Oh," I say sheepishly. "He probably thought we were talking about his buns," said the mom, and both women roared with laughter. 'Fucking hell!' I thought, as I went back to the girl. Dinner, and I'm tucking into enough Bratwurst, kartoffelsalat, steamed beets and veggies to feed Friedrich Barbarossa's army for a week. I can see why John doesn't stick around much, he'd never fit into his Jeep after a month of this. Christine's a little honey, though. A bright little button, a younger version of her mother. We settle in their lounge, after an equally copious quantity of dessert. About 8 o'clock Janine packs Christine off to bed. "Eric, can you stay for a bit"? she asks, "I want to have a talk." "Uh oh," I reply, "sure, nothing serious?" "No... let's sit down... Eric, I would just like to say how much I enjoyed last night. You... rattled my bells... I... I never believed it could be so good... I mean... oh! I'm gabbling..." She's silent for a minute while she collects her thoughts. "I meant to say that....I'm so glad that last night happened, but I don't want to cause any trouble between you and Lina, I was very selfish... I seduced you... and..." When she pauses I reply, "Look!, you have not caused any problems for me and Lina. In fact I rang and told her about it this morning." "You did? Oh my! What did she say?" "She was impressed by the duration," I tell her. "Oh god!" She blushes bright red, " you told her that? Oh my... it was rather... long... wasn't it?" "Mmm mmm. I haven't had a workout like that for a while," I say. "Well! I've never had a workout like that in my life!" she responds, " I hope... well... you know what I said ... about it being a one- off? Well, I wouldn't mind... doing it again... some time... If you'd like?" "I'd need to recover," I say. "Oh my! Yes! me too... everything aches... and I mean everything!" she giggles. I glance at her lap. "Yes even that!" she says, following my eyes. "It's a date then," I say. I go home after a sloppy kiss at the door. "Just to keep me going," she said. I patted her bottom and left. I really didn't know where all this was going to lead. I'll try to think of one day at a time, I conclude. Life's sure full of surprises. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- High school in Anaheim, and Lina and Kelly are having lunch the next day. "I can't believe I had my fingers up you," Kelly whispers, " I hope you didn't think... " "Think what?" Lina replies. "we're friends, aren't we?" Lina decides that this weekend, she'll go down to Florida for the screen test. The series just seems to have been written for her. She is to try out for the part of a Polish girl who comes to America and gets up to all kinds of adventures with a bunch of local teenagers. Lina takes her friend Kelly down to Orlando. They are met by a friend of mine, Susan, a retired porn actress and exotic dancer. I've put them up in a hotel for the weekend. They are due on the set at 9am Saturday morning and are will be finished in about an hour. The flight home doesn't leave until 7am Sunday so they have plenty of time to explore. Susan books them into the hotel and organizes a cab to collect them in the morning for the studio. Then, she says, she has to leave them because she has a 'gig' tonight. They're tired after the long trip and retire early, they have an early start. Meanwhile, on Friday night I have an appointment with an film agent. A couple of years ago I took an script idea to a publisher and there it languished awaiting interest. It was for an historical drama about the epic voyage of the Russian Baltic fleet in 1904/5, from the Baltic to the straits of Tsushima, between Japan and Korea. There the Russians are soundly defeated by the Japanese fleet under Admiral Togo. The Russians had no friendly port on the way, they had to coal at sea from colliers. Their ships were a motley collection of badly- designed, top heavy, overloaded battleships, ancient coast-defence ships with low free-board, tugs, supply ships and little cockleshell destroyers that were not much bigger than fishing boats. Then they were supposed to defeat a Japanese fleet, equipped with the most modern British-designed ships, laying in wait. It was a script idea with little traction in America. There was simply no interest, here in someone else's history. Until, a consortium of Russian, Italian and German producers heard of it and expressed interest in developing the idea. Their initial plan was to make a series for TV, using Japanese Digital technology, Russian model-making ( the best in the world) and man-power, Italian design, headed by the Germans, with expertise in holding pan-national consortiums together. They hired an local agent to secure the rights and make a deal with me. I was very excited by the opportunity to be involved in a major film undertaking. I rang Lina and Janine. Lina was all excited by her screen test, it was all she could talk about. Janine told me how wonderful it was and suggested we have a little celebration. On Friday she rings and invites me to a BBQ tomorrow. "John's having some colleagues and clients over and I need someone to talk to who's not boring," she say's. "Come over about 2." Saturday afternoon and I arrive next door. The patio is cluttered with bankers, all dressed for Waikiki beach. A group of ladies in floral dresses and floppy hats are sitting around in a huddle, apart from the men. Janine grabs my hand and introduces me, "This is Eric from next door, he's going to make a big TV series," she announces proudly. I blush, somewhat abashed. "Well!, we'll see." John comes over, his big paw extended towards me. "Eric!! Good to see you... say, can I have a little word?" 'Uh oh,' I'm thinking. "Say," he say's, dropping his voice, "I understand you've been employing my wife in your... business?" "Yes," I answer, wondering where this is going. "Well, I think we need to discuss wages, fella!" he tells me, a hint of menace in his voice. "I'm sorry," I tell him, "it just never occurred to me before." "Well I think you'd better start thinking about it, don't you?" Of course he was right. I tell Janine a little later. "Oh that's all he ever thinks about, money," she says. "I need to take a leak, where's the washroom?" "Come I'll show you, it's a bit hard to find," she say's. I didn't think it was that hard to find, but Janine insists and leads the way. She opens the door and leads me inside. I stand by the john and wait for her to leave. "Mind if I watch?" she asks, smiling. "What about your husband?" I reply. "I can see him from here," she says, standing on tip-toe and looking out the open, frosted window, set over the basin. "He's busy talking." I shrug my shoulders, undo my zipper and fish my dick out to pee. "Y'know?" she says, "I've never done any of this before." She's standing beside me, in a position where she can keep an eye on John through the open window. "Watch a man pee?" I ask. "None of it. John is the only person I've ever slept with, until now. Can you believe that?" Before I could answer, she went on, " we both came from a small town, there wasn't a lot to choose from. My family were very strict, very religious. I was a virgin on my wedding night, so, I believe, was John. ... You have such a nice... cock, Eric, can I hold it for a while?" she suddenly asks. Janine holds my cock in her hand, absently massaging it. She continues to talk as if nothing's happening. I idly stroke her bottom over her dress. "Our wedding night was quite nice, actually, very romantic. We booked into a motel by the lake. John was very attentive. We were both very shy, there was a lot of fumbling and bumbling." She began to stroke my cock a little faster, it's rising to the occasion. I increase the pressure of my hand on her ass, my finger burrowing into her ass-crack. She leans close to me and whisper's, "Pull up my dress... Yes... at the back. That's better... I like you touching me on the bottom. Does that feel alright?" she asks nodding towards my cock. "Yes, just be careful. I don't want John to walk in." "Neither do I," she laughs, "where was I? Oh yes, the wedding night. I remember John sucked on my nipples for a long time. He loved my tits too," she winks, "but we really didn't know what to do. I don't think I came until about three weeks after the wedding. He was humping away, for ages but he wasn't hitting the spot. I just wanted him to finish so I put my hand down there to give his 'thing' a little rub. Eric? Can you pull my panties down and move behind me? I want to feel you against my bottom... No! it's alright, I can still see him." I press my erection against her ass crack. I reach around to her pussy and trap her against me. "That's nice," she say's, "now... oh yes," she goes on, "so I reach down with my hand and, what do you know? I find my little knob," she giggles. "Well! sparks fly... I give it a rub and... Eric?" she asks, panting a little, " can I ask you something?" "Shoot!" I say. "Mmm, yes, that's what I was about to ask," she laughs, "can you... ah... get it in me... from there?" "You're a bit short," I say, "I could sit on the seat and you could sit on it with your back to me, if you'd like?" I answer helpfully. "Just watch that fucking husband of yours." "You're full of ideas," Janine say's, lowering herself onto my prick. "Oh that's better, quite comfortable," she say's, wriggling around. "So I just bounce up and down, do I?" "Just stay as you are," I say, "I'll frig you. Play with my balls, just lightly." I bury my finger in her snatch and seek out her boiling, moist crack. I slowly stroke her up and down. "So you find your knob and..." I whisper. "Yes... oh... I do like your... ooo... dick... and fingers... oh baby ... that's good... Yes, so I did it ...oh... every time.. we had.... uh... sex." "What?" I ask. "My... clitoris... I rubbed it... must get back... hurry... faster Eric. That's it... oh baby... harder." She's squirming around and panting, urging me on. "Oh baby... oooo... ooOOO... OOOHHH..." "Now!" I tell her, "bounce on me." "Oh yes... baby... do it in me... I want to feel you... come." She urges, vigorously bobbing up and down on my cock. I hold her breasts for her, so they don't bounce, twisting her nipples through her clothes. Pretty soon I'm blasting her and she's moaning again. "Ohh... ohh, it's just keeps... getting better... oh my god... oh baby..." She's kissing me sloppily on the lips, "mmm... why didn't I meet you... years ago... oh Eric, you're so good to me..." We slip out of the washroom like a pair of thieves. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, in Orlando, Lina has a date for tonight. With a cameraman. Katzmarek (C)