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 The Russian Girl (Part 14)

   By Katzmarek

   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 sun is streaming in when I awake.  In my sleep-fogged brain I
realize that the other half of the bed is vacant.  I'm crammed over against
the wall making the guest double bed seem enormous.  Then I hear the shower
going, through the wall behind my head.

   As usual I have my morning woody, the skin still soft from Sophia's
secretions.  As Sophia emerges I'm idly stroking myself, the duvet thrown
aside, as it's hot.  I watch her walk into the room nude with a towel
wrapped around her hair.

   My eyes take in the magnificent sight, starting from her feet and slowly
running up those long, slim legs.  Her whole body is a uniform olive color
offset by her thatch of dark pubic hair and the two splashes of darker skin
around her nipples.  She smiles at me, her eyes dance and sparkle.  "Are
you always like that," she says, nodding towards my erection.  "I was
thinking of you," I counter.

   She sits down on the bed next to me, feet on the floor.  "How are you
feeling"?  she asks.  "Wonderful, and you"?  "Mmm, I enjoyed last night
very much," she replies.  "Just a minute," and she goes back to the
bathroom.

   When she comes back, she has a washcloth with which she proceeds to wash
my cock.  "Is this part of the service"?  I ask, "what time is it"?  "You
are smelly.  Its nearly lunch, are you hungry"?  "Ravenous, what's on the
menu"?  I ask.  "What would you like... besides that, of course." She
flashes me a knowing grin.

   I watch her as, apparently cleaned to her satisfaction, she idly jacks
me.  I study the way her muscles ripple as her hand slides up and down, the
way her tits jiggle, and the sparkle in her eyes.  "It has been too long
since I slept with somebody," she says, "especially someone who treats me
so nice." "Thank you," I reply, "I'll be happy to fill in any time you
want." "I'll bet," she laughs.

   She bends down and plants a light kiss on the tip of my knob then rubs
it with her fingernail.  I jerk slightly at the sensation.  I run my hand
up her smooth thigh, still soft and warm from the shower.  "Eric" she says,
"I will take care of this," pointing at my erection, " but I'm a little
sensitive from last night.  My vagina is a bit sore, do you mind"?  "Not at
all, meine liebe." "Are you sure you mean `liebe'." She asks, " you usually
only use that word about someone you ... love." My only reply is to stroke
her hair as she bends obligingly to suck my cock.

   The next few days pass in a blur.  Sophia's pussy recovers enough to
accept fingers, tongue and cock.  We go for long walks, hip to hip, our
hands cupping each other's asses when no one's watching.  We find a
secluded spot among the vines with a view of the river where we can
masturbate each other in private.  With a rug to protect us from the casual
glance of the barge crews we lay side by side, nose to nose with our hands
in each other's underwear.

   She comes with her eyes wide open, her ass bucking against my fingers,
her mouth open.  She pants and squirms but doesn't miss a beat on my cock.
I pump my goo into the napkin while assaulting her mouth, my hand still
buried in her thatch.

   That night we go into town to a Turkish restaurant.  We face each other
over the light of a candle.  The table is such that our knees are touching.
Her face is beautiful in the soft light, framed by her dark hair, which she
wears loose.  Her V-neck black dress displays a hint of cleavage.

   We talk about things inconsequential but there's a lot of silent
communication going on.  I want to leave early and get her into bed.  She
knows this, of course, and teases me.  On the drive home I stroke her
thigh. I'm glad she's driving the VW as I'm hard as steel.  She protests as
I push her on the bed and pull up her dress but she helps me take down her
panties.

   I push into her straight away as we're both ready to fuck.  It's fast
and furious and she comes loudly as I blast my seed deep into her womb.  We
lay like that for a while, not talking, just listening to our breathing. 
Eventually it is too uncomfortable and I pull out my shriveled cock to
re-arrange myself.  That's when I see that her eyes are moist with tears.

   After some gentle persuasion she tells me what has upset her.  "I don't
want this to... end." She says between sniffles.  I tell her I don't either
and our bond is sealed.

   We lay awake planning a future until 3 or 4 in the morning when we
eventually drift off to sleep.  Although we shower together after we arise
we don't feel the need to have sex.  There will be plenty of time for that.
We wait a few days before we telephone our astonished parents, hers are
holidaying in France.

   He next month is spent blowing out our phone bills while she's flying
around the world and I'm working on the film script.



   Two years on.

   Sophia and I live in Frankfurt Germany with our daughter Isabella. 
Sophia is now a second pilot with a domestic freight airline.  Most nights
she is home to her family in the apartment overlooking the river Main.  I
have a small business making promotional videos for several large German
Companies.  It's a lucrative little niche and I'm making some good money.

   We have an Audi for me and a VW for her, a nanny and a couple of cats.
We still enjoy fucking each other but the difference now is that we know
each other's turn-ons so well.

   Sophia was permanently horny when she was about 8 months pregnant.  We
would sleep naked because it `saved time'.  A couple of times each night,
or more, she'd wake me up with her mouth or hand and ask me to `come
aboard'.  Mostly she'd pile up the pillows and lie over them face down. 
She found it the most comfortable as her belly began to swell.  She liked
short, sharp stabs while my hands wrapped themselves around her tummy. 
"Oh... oh... oh...oh baby... oh... like that honey...," she'd pant as I
watched her ass quiver and relished the velvety walls of her pussy. 
"Yes... yes... yes... OH... OH... OH COME BABY... OOO." She stabs back at
me grinding her ass against my cock.

   In the morning she usually liked me to lap her pussy and if I was good
she'd treat me to blow job.

   I heard from Janine about a year ago.  She'd left her husband, finally,
after she had stumbled into her daughter's bedroom to find a drunk John
demonstrating the workings of his reproductive organ.  He was trying to
persuade his distressed daughter to wank him.

   Not unnaturally, she went ballistic and surprised herself by throwing
him out of the house.  That is after she'd cracked him over the head with a
9 iron.  John had run for his life as she chased him down the driveway
wielding the golf-club like a Samurai sword.  If only I had been there to
witness it.  Her neighbor, who'd bought my house, had rushed out to view
the commotion and it turned out he was divorce Lawyer.

   They married 6 months later and moved into my old house.  She told me
over the phone that he `looks after' her as skillfully as I had.

   By her second date with him she'd known he was going to be good, she
told me.  Their chaste first kiss had grown hungrier and more demanding. 
He took off her top and feasted on her breasts.

   They spent most of the night fucking, she told me, until she couldn't
take any more.  "George is very athletic, he works out," she said.  I
wished them all the best.

   I lost contact with Lina about the same time.  She'd done quite a few
movies and was building a good reputation, and fan base.  She was shooting
in Germany and I tried to get to see her but was turned away by security. I
tried to call, left messages but everything went unanswered.

   That was until a month ago when she sent me a birthday card, three weeks
late.  Beneath the printed greeting she scrawled a note in Russian.  ` I
miss you, please call me.  Lina.' Again I tried to call but got blown off
by a staffer.

   Later I was talking to my Father on the phone when the subject of Lina
came up.  He told me they were very worried about her and had not heard
from her in months.  I told him about the little note and the fact that I
kept getting the flick by her people.  He suggested I ring her friend Kelly
in Ohio who was living with a woman.

   It took me a while to get through but I finally reached Kelly.  She told
me that Lina had a drug problem.  She had been introduced to cocaine by
some boyfriend and it had taken over her life.  Kelly had long since given
up on her for her own emotional well being for, although she had been to
rehab a couple of times, the pull of the drug was just too strong.

   She was being kept practically in isolation by her management, `for the
good of her career', but Kelly suspected they had done a deal with her
supplier.  All Kelly knew was that she lived somewhere in the Hollywood
hills.  I thanked her for the information and told her I was glad she was
happy.  She wished my family well and expressed happiness for me.  "Be
careful Eric, Lina is a user and she burns out all her friends.  I'm sorry,
I just can't cope with her anymore.  She feeds on people then discards
them. You were a reality check for her for a while but I think her
childhood has come back to haunt her.  She was taught to use people, as
they used her from an early age.  You know"?  She went on, "I think the
only love she really knew was back in St Petersburg with some girl called
Anya.  She died, I think, and she's never been able to replace her.  I
think you came close, so did I, but not near enough.  Lina and I had a
sexual relationship, on and off, for 6 months.  We were very good together,
while it lasted, then she just took off, not calling, without a word."

   Kelly continued, "Then I get a call out of the blue to pick her up from
such and such a place.  And there she is, staying with some loser, all
fucked up.  I took her back home but in a week she's gone again and the
same thing happens.  I just can't take that shit, Eric.  I met Barb about
three months ago and we went to live here in Dayton, well away from her. 
If you find her, call me, but don't tell her where I live, Okay?  You can
tell her I'm very happy, I'm going to College and I love Barbara very
much." We said goodbye and rang off.

   I rang my father later and told him what I learnt.  I suggested he get a
private detective to find out where she was living.

   It took the dick about a week to track her down.  Once I had an address
I rang my old friend Shapiro from the LAPD Vice squad.  "You think I don't
have enough to do," He said.  Then to my question, "I know that address
alright.  Some Film Producer who fled the country after a scandal with an
underage boy owns it.  A bunch of flunkies live there on and off, I
believe, but really, it's just a playhouse for the stars and others.  If
your Lina is living there she's probably being fucked up all day." "Can you
get her out"?  "How"?  "I don't know, is cocaine still illegal"?  "Of
course but she'll be back there again in an hour.  Diversion and voluntary
rehab." "What about the worms that are keeping her there and supplying her
with drugs." "Evidence, my friend.  She's over 18 right"?  "Yes." "Then
unless you can prove illegal detainment there's not much I can do." "What
about busting the supplier"?  I asked him.  "Same story.  It's a revolving
door here, you should know that.  We bust them then they're out again,
bargain a misdemeanor and pay the fine." "What about immigration"?  I asked
him.  "I seem to remember a clause about good behavior"?  "Hmm, maybe force
her to have a little holiday, say in Germany, under threat of deportation.
It may be a possibility, I'll have a word with Immigration and see if we
can sort out something.  Hey!  If you have anymore messes, call a shrink
instead, okay?  I'm too fucking busy." "Sure thing Shapiro." And I rang
off.

   That night I tell Sophia about what has been happening.  She's skeptical
about getting Lina clean and so am I but I feel a responsibility to try. 
"I think your friend Kelly is right." She tells me, "she will use you and
spit you out."

   The next week I get a call from Shapiro, collect.  "We busted her and
her friends for possession, Eric.  Her brief sprung her but Immigration
bagged her again.  She's agreed to a holiday out of the country for a
while. Listen, I've called in a lot of markers for you, I hope she's worth
it." "You're a peach, Shapiro." "Fuck off Eric." Then he was gone.

   She duly arrives through the gate at Frankfurt Airport.  However she's
not alone.  With her is a weedy guy with loser written all over his bad
skin.  They're both in sunglasses and clearly high.  "Hi Eric," Lina says
in a dreamy voice, " this is Doggy, my friend." Doggy nods to me and says,
"Hi dude".

   Lina looks drawn and pale and her skin is waxy.  Gone is the sparkle,
just a lazy kind of `not-there-ness'.  The curtains are drawn but nobody's
home.  When we get to our apartment they disappear into the spare room and
don't emerge till dinner.  Sophia is really pissed off and our domestic
harmony is threatened.

   I can stand it only for a day so I make a few calls.  Two large guys
turn up and I introduce them to Lina and Doggy.  Kurt and Karl suggest to
Doggy that they should go for a drive over to France.  They tell him they
know of a place where a lot of cool dudes hang out, band members, and they
would have a good time.  It took some persuading for Lina to stay behind
but I assured her they would be back tomorrow.

   After ensuring Doggy had a good supply on him, Kurt and Karl, actually
my employees delivered him to the nearest Gendarme station.  They told the
Police Doggy tried to sell them cocaine and they promptly arrested him. 
The French having a somewhat intolerant attitude towards foreign drug
dealers.  It turns out he's wanted in three states so I guess his future is
settled for a good time to come.

   After a few days Lina seems to have forgotten she ever came with
anybody. I then tell her that we have a no drug policy in our house at
which she became agitated.  I then decided that she needed more help than I
could give.  I'm not an expert and if she was going to detox it should be
somewhere where she would be safe.

   The next morning I awake in the half-light to a strange sensation.  A
body is wedged firmly against my back, clamped to me like a limpet.  I see
Sophia's form in front of me suckling little Bella so it can only be Lina.
I stifle a little panic and tap lightly on Sophia's shoulder.  "Mmm," she
responds dreamily.  "We have a visitor," I whisper.

   She looks up and in the dim light and I see her face-harden.  Finally
she lies back with a look of exasperation.  "You have a problem Eric," she
whispers to me, " you must sort it out."

   The truth is I am torn between my obvious responsibilities to my family
and to this Russian waif to whom I feel responsible for as well.  I
carefully edge myself away from Lina and follow Sophia and Bella into the
kitchen.  "I'll find her a rehab somewhere," I tell her before she opens
her mouth, "I can't do anything for her here." "Why does it have to be you,
Eric.  You didn't get her hooked on cocaine, it was the rats she chose to
hang out with." She exploded.  "I know, my love, but I got her into the
life.  I should have done more to protect her." "I life she wanted.  Look
you helped her realize her dream.  It is no use feeling guilty because she
made some bad choices." Ok, ok," I say finally, "I'll get her into rehab
and that's it, alright"?  Sophia snorted in reply.

   It takes me another day to find a private rehab center.  It's going to
cost a lot of money but I'm hoping I can get her management to contribute.
After all they have a stake in her.

   The center is in a restored mansion built by some industrialist early
last century.  It has extensive gardens and an artificial lake.  When we
arrive through the large ornamental gates Lina is shaking and staring out
around her blankly.  "You will stay with me"?  She asks, hopefully.  "I
can't Lina," I tell her, "this is a journey you must make yourself."

   She is quiet and sullen as we go through the registering procedure.  We
take her to her room she will share with another girl about her own age.  I
can't help thinking how used she must be to institutions like this.  When I
leave she doesn't say a word, just stares out the window.

   I get a little lecture from the senior Doctor about emotional and
physiological changes and watch a little diagram on which he's trying to
describe to me changes in the brain chemistry.  It's all a bit beyond me at
this moment but I thank him and shake his hand and scuttle back to the
Audi.

   Entering my apartment Sophia is busy in the kitchen while Bella has her
nap.  I watch her ass wiggle for a little while as she scrubs the bench. 
It reminds me that we have not had sex since Lina arrived.  "All done"? 
She asks as I move in behind her.  "Done," I reply circling her waist, "got
a moment"?  I ask stroking her hips and thighs.  "Maybe, shower"?  She says
wriggling her ass against my growing erection.

   We wash each other thoroughly under the shower, paying particular
attention to tits, pussy, cock.  I kiss her sweet lips as she slowly jacks
me, my hands on her bottom pulling her against me.  We rinse and towel each
other dry and head for our bedroom.

   We lay together, touching and stroking.  Baby making has not left too
much of a mark on her body.  Her tits are larger, her belly a bit more
rounded.  She throws a leg across me as I tease her pussy with my finger.
Her hand flutters over my erection, a fingertip rubs the tip.  "Do you
still want me"?  She asks.  "More then ever," I reply, "why"?  "I saw the
way you look at Lina.  You still want her."

   I protested to her that I had no desire to be with her but she shushed
me.  "I was awake when she came into bed with us last night," she says.  "I
pretended to be asleep.  After a while she began to play with herself and
rubbed against you.  I thought you were asleep... until... I felt her
hand... on you." "Eh"?  "She was rubbing your cock, Eric... and you were
responding." "I was"?  "It was poking me in the back, Eric, here in our
bed, with me beside you.  You must have felt her."

   I tell her I knew nothing about it but I don't think she was convinced.
"Did I come"?  I ask.  "I don't think so or I would have been drenched.  It
was pointing right at me." "Well," I say, "there you are, my cock knows who
it prefers." "She came," Sophia says, " she was crying and talking in
Russian, I didn't understand her, but she called your name." "Look,
Sophia," I reply seriously, "Lina and I were an item a few years ago, we
drifted away and it finished.  Of course there's a bit of feeling left but
I don't see her that way anymore.  Sophia... I... don't... want... to...
fuck her." emphasizing each word.

   Rolling on top of her I tell her, "I want to fuck you." "Oh Eric," she
replies guiding me to her entrance, "don't... leave...  me...  and Bella."
Pushing myself into her I answer, "No."

   She grunts as she feels my weight come down on her.  She looks me in the
face as I start to move slowly in and out.  We lock eyes in a dance we've
done a thousand times.  Her hands stroking my back and shoulders, her legs
clamping me on each down stoke, then releasing.

   Her mouth opens, panting.  She pulls my head down and kisses me
fiercely, her tongue raping my mouth.  My hands squeeze her breasts and my
fingers manipulate her nipples.  I push heavily on the down stroke the way
she likes and she whimpers in response.

   I read the little signs in her face.  The grimaces, the way she puffs
out her cheeks her sparkling eyes.  Her eyes look down towards my mouth
when she wants a kiss.  She is growing in urgency so I increase the pace.
"Yes... faster baby...," she says, "harder... oh... baby... oh... ohh...."
She cries out her growing excitement.

   She stiffens, her face grimaces, soundless.  She thrusts herself
desperately at me clamping her thighs around me, trapping me.  She releases
me and I prop my self on my hands and thrust quickly at her to obtain my
own release.  Her hair is in disarray around her, her tits jiggle and flop
on her chest as her body jerks with the power of my thrusting.  Her
breathing is coming in ragged gasps.  "Come in me... fill me," she says and
I oblige her with a roar.

   I pump bucketfuls of pent up sperm into her familiar pussy.  All the
time she is saying, "Oh Eric... that's it... oh Eric."

   We lay there cuddling until Bella wakes from her nap.  She climbs all
over her mommy and daddy until she finds the object of her need.  Sophia
smiles at the little infant as Bella happily sucks on the proffered breast.

   I'm getting ready for work about 7 the next morning when I get a call
from the rehab center.  "Herr Bashoff ?  I'm afraid that Lina has left." My
heart sank to my shoes.

   Lina had taken off last night with her roommate.  "We are not a prison,
Herr Bashoff, clients can leave whenever they wish.  We cannot stop them,"
they tell me.  "We have her credit cards, cell-phone and passport and she
has no money so she can not have gone far." `They didn't know Lina very
well', I thought dumbly.