A Chapter For Bald Guys Everywhere

Marta was thrilled, she couldn't think of anything she would rather be doing, than once again having her boyfriend's tongue playing in her secret garden, the sensations he created were divine.

When Karl had said Marta was his first girlfriend, it went deeper than that, he hadn't even kissed a girl properly, a peck on the cheek was just so lame, and learning had been truly amazing, but always left him hard and wanting. Though he desperately yearned for a blow-job or more, she had her own pace and limits which he would respect, meanwhile if she was willing to allow his clumsy attempts to explore her soft beautiful body then he was up for it.

Don't rush, he started by kissing, he didn't detect any odd taste but she had only tried a small sample of his spunk, his hands sort to map her body, to discover the erogenous zones he had read about, seeking responses. Moving down he revelled in the delight of her breasts making a pig of himself, this was way better than fumbling about in a dark cinema, then at her urging he moved on. Last time he had been driven by curiosity, lust, instinct or whatever to dive in without taking time to really look at this new mystery before him, he wanted to remedy that now having the benefit of her guided tour, and he had the opportunity to take his time.

He traced the changes of the skin around her lips, the darkening pink, the texture, sure the lips were more prominent than when he had studied them earlier, stretching the tissues he saw the little bulb of her clit come out of hiding, below was the pee hole, then the scarlet flesh of the holy grail. Should he lick his finger first, she looked wet enough, it slid in knuckle by knuckle, wow, his finger was surrounded by wet girl flesh, crazy to think it could grip his finger, yet stretch to take a cock. The chilling thought was a baby, that didn't seem possible, but given the chance, with the right protection, this is where junior wanted to be.

It was awesome, he could feel the flex of muscles, as he moved his finger back and forth, then he tried to see if he could find the G spot he had read about, unsure if it felt any different to any other part inside. Regardless of the quest, Marta was reacting to his efforts so he added a tongue to the mix, first to her lips then all around her hood.

With her squirming and the increased lubrication, he tried for another finger, easy but tight, and no complaints, though she was making more noises, it was so cool to have her react to him in this way, even better as she called out and he felt her contractions. The thought of junior being treated that way was almost enough to make him cum too, instead he kept his focus on making his girlfriend happy, until she pushed on his head.

He realised she had been holding him again, is this what caused male baldness, his scalp was a little tender, maybe your hair didn't fall out, it was pulled out when you had oral sex with your wife or girlfriend, would he ever look at bald guys the same way again?

She made him feel like a hero, laying together naked snuggled in his arms, kissing him taking no heed of the glaze to his face or her taste in his mouth, the praise for his efforts threatening to make his head swell.

Marta knew if she were a cat she would be purring right now, to somehow be mellow and energised at the same time, boys could be trained, though that probably wasn't what Karl's mother had meant. Her own mum was due a big thank-you for making this happen, she would need to think of a way to show how much this was appreciated.

"Karl?"

"Yes?"

"You've been a very good boyfriend, but junior looks so lonely, would you mind awfully if I went to talk with him?

"No, that's OK, he loves your company, he thinks about you all the time."

Karl loved this game, Marta wanted him to move, and now sitting on the edge of the bed Marta knelt on the floor his cock in her hand holding a conversation.

"My, my, you do look a bit red in the face, have you been ignored? I think you're sad, look you're weeping, we cant have that after big Karl has been so good."

He gasped as her tongue came out licking from base to head, then her soft lips placing little kisses all over, Jesus wept, it was a good job he had cum earlier. His pulse rate shot up, as her open mouth descended, a sharp intake of breath as her lips formed a ring around him and slowly her head bobbed. The movement stopped, he felt her agile tongue come into play, he felt his head might explode from the blood pounding in his temples, he was on overload. As her lips and hand worked together he wanted to close his eyes and savour the experience, at the same time he was captivated by the view of his cock being loved on by this remarkable girl.

He wanted this state of bliss to last forever, despite Marta's praise, he was only human, and the fact she gazed into his eyes as she sucked on his shaft caused a building pressure that could not be denied. He had to warn her. "I'm going to... ahh!

She could see it in his face, when he tried to warn her, winking at him she gently tickled his balls with her free hand, while keeping only the head in her mouth, the grip of her other hand to prevent him thrusting into her mouth. The instant she felt the pulse in his shaft the cum was in her mouth, volleys in rapid succession, the volume wasn't great as he had cum less than an hour before.

It coated her teeth and mouth slightly bitter, hot and salty, but watching him it was worth it, the look on his face, could he see she was smiling with his cock stuck in her mouth, it didn't matter, this had been an interesting experience. She had brought into play many of those tips and tricks she had read and been told about, applying them to her first ever blow job, and it had gone well. As she pulled back she noted a slight wince from the pressure of her lips on the head of his cock, so it was true that guys got over sensitive as well after cuming.

The taste was getting to be a bit much, she opened her mouth, watching him watching her then closed her mouth and swallowed, it didn't clear the taste, grabbing his hand she pulled him to the bathroom, suggesting they both brush their teeth.

He hadn't yet recovered the power of speech, and she was dragging him across the room, he was dazed, it had been better than any fantasy, he'd heard most girls wouldn't swallow, they would either spit it out or pull back before you came. He wouldn't ever dare boast about his girlfriend if the subject ever came up, no he would be the silent one in the background trying to conceal a smile of satisfaction. At the twin vanity they brushed, each looking at the refection of the other smiling through the minty foam.

He was grinning for any number of reasons, even a little thing like his own toothbrush in his girlfriend's bathroom, how cool was that, should he get a spare red one for if Marta was round at his place? After rinsing they stood there, he picked her up and spun her round, barely avoiding a crash in the small space, then kissed her saying it had been the most amazing experience ever. Marta feeling playful replied it was only ordinary toothpaste, but soon she was being hugged and kissed some more, as Karl insisted he had the world's best girlfriend.

Karl wanting to demonstrate his appreciation carried her back to her room and ate her pussy until three orgasms later, she at last cried uncle. A wrung out Marta asked if Karl had any special fantasy, pretending to have problems with his tongue and jaw he said he would love to take a shower with her. The girls bathroom had the luxury of a bath and a separate shower, so soon the youngsters were enjoying the sensual pleasures of more skin on skin contact enhanced by the slippery shower gel.

With eight limbs and all those questing fingers the two teens didn't need any wash cloths, and neither of them had been so thoroughly cleaned before, though Karl got his pipes cleaned once more with a soapy hand job, and he needed to brush his teeth again.

If he had been hit by a truck on the way home he wouldn't have noticed, junior was for once fast asleep and Karl wore a grin that couldn't be slapped off, as his mother lent over the table serving supper she caught a hint of some flowery smell, not scent, it reminded her of shower gel. He sometimes had to work odd hours, but she knew they didn't have a shower at work, was tonight's delay due to a visit with Marta, and if so why was he having to bathe using her soap, it lead to only one conclusion.

Elena's radar was on full alert, whereas Denys was blind to the fact their son was somewhere on another planet. Though she didn't like the thought, he did look to be more upbeat than normal, and of course she liked the fact he had a nice girlfriend, but now she was worried, and needed to know if she had a reason to be concerned. Later with Denys asleep in front of the telly she tapped on Karl's door, and was invited in, she sat on his bed while he was sitting at his desk, books open, as she tried to figure out what to say.

"Well you were happy when you came in, how was Marta this afternoon?" There, that said what she wanted to put across.

"Er, she's good, yes, er, fine, how did you know I'd popped in to see her."

"The smile, and the shower gel" the way the colour drained from his face confirmed that much, "So is there anything I need to be concerned about, she's a nice girl, and getting careless is the last thing either of you need."

She waited, she could see he was struggling, at a loss what to say.

With everything that had occurred he hadn't had a heart attack yet today, but this was an unexpected twist of events, a third degree from his mum, then he knew that to do, this was an adult relationship, and had to be treated as such.

"You don't have to be worried, Marta and I behave responsibly, and though I don't like to break a confidence, for your peace of mind I will tell you she is a virgin." His voice had hardly wavered but by now his face was red.

"I didn't think this was going to be an easy conversation, but if your taking a shower at her house then I assume you've gone further than just kissing, do her parents know?"

Running his hands through his hair he tried to think what to say. "You've put me on the spot here, Marta and I have discussed the perils of going too far, and we aren't OK, but I did get some,.. er, protection, but anyway that was just in case."

"And the shower, and her parents?"

"It was her mum that arranged it, she called me, said the rest of the family would be out and that Marta would be there, and I was to leave by 7:30."

"Your saying this was arranged by her mum?"

"Yes, if I didn't know her voice I would have said it was a prank, but Marta had been getting anxious to meet up again and well we don't have much time alone, so her mum said we could have time together under her rules."

"Again? What rules?"

He held his head in his hands, what was it with mothers, what they didn't already know they could always winkle it out of you, he looked up - she was still there waiting.

"Do you want your only child to die of embarrassment? The other week Marta called me over as she had the house to herself, and we kind of fooled around a bit. We sort of, well, made each other happy, so since then we haven't had time on our own, well nowhere private, so Ella made this deal. She would see we had time together providing we didn't do it, - you know, - we can't have sex, there I've said it OK?"

"So you and Marta, a girl barely turned fourteen are having an intimate relationship, that her mother is aware of, are you putting any pressure on the girl?"

"Mum! How can you ask that, I've been brought up better than that, I wouldn't do anything to upset her, it's just she's like me, an outsider, a swat, a nerd, and we are both curious, but it's always her choice."

"I'm happy to hear that, do you make her happy?"

If he hadn't been embarrassed before he was now glowing like a stop light, but he answered the question abet quietly. "Yes - very happy."

"That's how it should be, I can see she makes you happy too."

The next time he looked up his mother had gone, hopefully she wouldn't pursue this conversation any time soon, preferably never.

The ring tone told her it was Anna calling.

"Hi sis how was the film and meal?"

"Good the boys loved it, mum asked me to call, to say we'll be about twenty minuets, I assume you know what this is about."

"Yes, we'll talk later in private, tell mum I'll get hot chocolate ready for you all, bye."

Karl put away the books,he couldn't concentrate anyway, it was a day for the record books for sure, weird conversations with three of the most prominent females in his life and an unforgeable afternoon. He considered ringing Marta, but it would hold till tomorrow, what would she make of his mum's detective work, for now he just sent a mushy text. He had never needed or even considered getting himself a mobile phone until he started going out with Marta, now she was ninety percent of the calls and all of the texts.

She smiled at the message he'd even used the L word, the front door interrupted her musings, and she caught the milk just in time, making a mess of mum's new cooker was an absolute no-no.

As they sat round the table with their steaming cocoa the boys animated, recalling the film, her father said she had missed a good evening out, and inquired if she had caught up with the studies she was working on.

"Yes Dad, the study time was very useful, I can relax now, I think I'm ahead of the other girls in my class, though I stopped before the end of the current course curriculum."

Of course she would hate to lie to her father, and she hadn't, it was her firm belief that she was ahead of most of her classmates in the subject she had been studying. Marta noted her mum's expression half hidden behind the steaming mug she held in both hands a mixture of quizzical and amused.

She turned towards her mother. "Don't worry I didn't make a mess, of your cooker, I cleaned up after me and put everything away, Anna and I will see these monkeys off to bed so you can relax in peace with dad."

Ever the word-smith, only her mother noted the two conversations in what her daughter had said, confident she had made the right choice, giving Marta the space and privacy to spend time with Karl. Sneaking around seeking snatched hurried moments and being ill prepared was the reason many girls ended up mothers before their time. She was on the pill, but even so, now the genie was out of the bottle she preferred to know her daughter was able to have somewhere safe and comfortable for her little trysts.

Knowing her daughters Anna would be fully appraised of this evenings events before the night was out, hopefully she still had a few more years before the hormones kicked in, and Anna got to be boy crazy. At least Marta had latched onto a smart level headed lad who had prospects, a rare enough combination in these troubled times. Her talk with him earlier that day in retrospect had been amusing, as if he'd been given the keys to a sweet shop, eat all you like, but go for the last jar on the shelf at your peril.

Karl was always polite and respectful, he had been stunned by the call that was plain, but she had his promise, from most lads the intent would vanish as the words left their lips, but she felt this young man was worth more than that. She'd speak to Marta soon enough, though she wouldn't press the girl, at least she knew Marta wouldn't lie with regard to their relationship, with or without their new found understanding.

Anna was fully appraised of the events as the two girls lay in their fabulous bath, each laying back relaxing in the foamy water, grateful that the side taps meant two smooth ends, and no uncomfortable plughole to try and avoid sitting on. Anna had been agog, the idea that their mum had set this up, listening to Marta with emotions ranging from envy to pride in her older sister, the bold adventurer. Later Marta dropped straight off to sleep while in the next bedroom Anna vicariously replaying the scenes in her minds eye was practising her new favourite hobby, with gasps and the faint wet sounds from under the covers.

A few streets away what for Olga and Gramps could have been a traumatic time, moving home and setting up in the capital, had in fact been a glorious adventure full of joy. Everything they could ever have wished for had now come to pass, living close to the family that were their only true friends, in a beautiful new home filled with every modern amenity, and having a garden complete with a vegetable plot. If they had won a lottery their lives couldn't have turned out any better.

Olga had been out a few times with Ella, and Gramps when not in his garden had been round at the project next door, lending what help he could and meeting the people who were working on the scheme. He had also set to work on the task Igor had asked him to do, in a new notebook each person he met had a fresh page, not quite name, rank, serial number, but skills and how to get in touch, or who to leave a message with should any work become available.

It soon became clear to the old man that aside from Igor's co-workers at the maintenance company, many of the others were basically homeless or at best transient in their living arrangements, which would make them hard to contact. He didn't fancy a constant stream of these guys showing up each day at his new home, turning it into some sort of labour bureau, but he trusted Igor to find a workable solution.

Marta woke to find her hand between her legs, having had pleasant dreams of the day before, and she had another great day ahead. With the boys watching cartoons and her father gone off to the house project, her mum was alone in the kitchen preparing the kids breakfast. Marta hugged her mum thanking her for what she had done, saying how Karl had been so gob-smacked, but very grateful, waggling her eyebrows for comic effect, and without going into details said he had been generous in his affection, several times!

At the table Greg and Peter were excited at the prospect of going round to see Nana Olga and Gramps with their mum, Ella and Olga planned to take the boys to the zoo for an hour or so in the afternoon, then there was talk of a sleepover if they behaved. The girls plans were for another visit to the riding stables for the morning to get another lesson, but they were using the cab company for transport both ways as their father was busy. They could go by Metro and bus, but a cab was quicker and more convenient, without all the walking.

They were both enamoured with the horses, large gentle beasts, muscular and powerful but when you got to know them so willing to please, especially if you had the odd apple in your pocket. If they had been told the cost of membership a year ago they would have though it outrageously expensive, wondering who could possibly spend that amount of money to ride on a horse, but now they knew. Mostly the daughter's of the rich and famous for they had seen, and even ridden with them the week before.

The advantage of being a member over that of a day visitor, as Marta's first experience had been, was that they had their very own lockers in the changing rooms. They had all the stuff the top riders had, a full body brace, neat riding clothes, boots and safety hats, in fact they had nicer kit than most other members they had met. Club members could even use a laundry service so you didn't need to take you kit back and forth for cleaning. Both girls were convinced when the time came they would be buying annual memberships, though Marta joked Karl would not be joining them in order to preserve all his bits.

Igor was pleased with the turn of events, as work had diminished on site for the various men with specialist trades, they had been able to move on to cover the jobs among the local citizens who had made inquiries. The fact they had been told they had to wait for a service had been a new experience for most of these wealthy people. When they had been told the craftsmen on site were much sort after, and that they'd been allowed to jump the queue due to their jobs being convenient for the men to move to next, had caused a softening of their attitudes.

There was now an amusing rivalry between some of their neighbours, as to who could gain the services of the crew first, and now with the top magazines featuring the house Melenki had escorted several executive wives around the house, with safety hats perched on their beautifully coiffured heads. As a result some had returned with reluctant husbands in tow to view the marvels at first hand, which did prove more impressive than when seen in a magazine. The men witnessed a phenomenon called 'keeping up with the Joneses' not something they had seen before among their own peers, where eating each day was their main concern.

Though they couldn't relate to the attitudes of the wealthy, Melenki and Igor were more than happy to part them from their money, ensuring the workers now got top rates as it wasn't being funded by Igor's bank loan. To play fair men were rotated so they all got some of the cream until the house sale came about, and as they were all kept informed nobody had any complaints.

Some chance remark Igor heard on site made him sit down in the gazebo to think in peace for a while, he watched the men he could see from his perch, busy about their tasks, was it true, had he changed so much? He had taken charge of his destiny, it wouldn't have been possible without the studio, but of late he had been doing the running. The question still remained, was he in fact a Capitalist Entrepreneur, he hadn't thought so, he had thought he was a husband and father looking out for his family, but now things were happening, taking on a life of their own. All about him it was like springtime, jobs, hope, opportunities, they were all blossoming, and slowly coming to fruition.

If he could sell the house this side of Christmas, he could see a healthy return for the girls with the bank paid off early, the workers would get a larger bonus than they expected, and there were jobs beginning to stack up. The pity was when the house sold, a dozen or more guys would then be looking for somewhere they could move to, which could mean they would loose touch, and they could miss out on more work that came along.

For now he had no solution, but he had been thinking about the sale, and had figured out that property agents were a waste of good air, they knew very little about buildings, placed a few adds, then expected a percentage for doing practically bugger all. It had been to his benefit dealing with the agent representing the vendor, as the man was so easily duped, but when it came to this sale he was not giving away his daughters money to an idiot in a suit. The legal eagle who had done the transfer, then split the land had done a good job, so he already had the details, and could cover the paperwork, Igor would handle the sale himself.

It was while Igor was sitting in contemplation that Gramps arrived with two coffees, and the men talked, Gramps bringing up the same issue that Igor had just put aside, how do you find work for a man who isn't there? It was the classic catch 22, no landlord would would give you a even a single room if you had no job, but how do you get a job if you have nowhere to live?

Gramps asked about how the property deal had first come about as he had only heard brief details before. As Igor explained the current state of the property market, about what moved and why, a light began to dawn. Buying a small family home to rent had not seemed viable, but what if a property was suitable as a shared dwelling the odds might change. In the eyes of a normal landlord, the thought of a doss house where the chance of getting rent was always in question, this would make it a non starter.

Just suppose the right building were to come along for say fifteen to twenty men, you would know where to find them when work was available, so they could pay a small rent, then if jobs dried up they could pay in kind by doing up the place where they were living. The communal aspect would cut down on many costs, and they could support one another in a way not possible on the streets. Melenki looking for Igor found two half drunk cups of coffee, then discovered Igor's motor had gone, never mind it could wait.

For Gramps it had been a great weekend, the time spent with Igor, and then an evening playing grandparents to the boys, Olga had cherished every second of it, reading bedtime stories till they dropped off, if you could bottle the joy that shone in her eyes it would be priceless.

Igor had said the day before that Sunday was a day off, and everyone was getting paid, then on Monday he went out again with Gramps in the morning, so Melenki figured out a new plot was afoot, but this time he was clueless. At the site meeting after lunch work inside the house was deemed complete, so it was all hands on deck for spit and polish, with the ladies in charge, and men doing the grunt work. Now of course Yaroslaw had a much increased workforce to complete any tasks outside.

Even the MMC crew had a new and different task, picking up litter and pulling weeds in the streets nearby to improve the 'kerb appeal' which given as they were being paid was fine with them.

It wasn't unusual for Igor to pop in to the site at any time of the week, so Tuesday lunchtime he was hailed with friendly greetings as the guys were eating, but a hush descended when they saw Melenki bring in the board with the grid showing the pool bets.

He didn't need to waggle his phone in the air to get their attention but soon calls went up wanting to know if he had the first sales enquiry.

"Are you ready? Melenki will check to see if we have a winner."

That was a given as all the squares up to the current time had peoples names on them.

"This morning at .............. 11:17 I got a call from an interested party"

When the cheering died down, the names of three people were called out who shared that square on the grid, and consequently shared the pot. In such high spirits talk began of a second pool to guess the price the house would sell for, but the idea floundered as nobody other than Igor and Melenki had even the slightest idea of where the ballpark started or ended.

On his way home that afternoon two thoughts were on his mind, the first sales lead, and that Karl would be there for supper. Since Ella had dropped the bombshell about his Marta being on the pill, it had been a subject they had talked over several times in the past week, then on Sunday he had a uncomfortable talk with Marta herself.

Everyone else had been busy doing something, and they had the house to themselves for an hour. His raising the subject of Karl and the difficult teenage years, had been clumsy at best, hesitant, trying to find the right words, and then it was she who had rescued him, quite the young adult, saying it was a topic they needed to talk over to clear the air.

He guessed Ella had told Marta that they had talked about the teens growing relationship, and Marta was quick to point out Karl never took any liberties, always showing her respect.

It must have taken a great deal of courage on her part, telling him they had gone well past kissing, though she didn't feel ready for intercourse, and Karl accepted that, and would abide with that limitation. He couldn't figure out who was blushing most during the talk, as she went on to say Karl was considerate of her needs, and made her very happy, then giggled when she added "lots of times." There were some things a father shouldn't hear.

She told him Karl was unaware she was on the pill, as it was on a 'need to know basis' and as they weren't going that far, he didn't need to know. Igor had been very conflicted hearing this first hand, and he supposed Marta seeing his face thought he was going to split them up. She had got all emotional and weepy, he hadn't been much better, until Marta hugged him making his shirt wet, pleading her case, made him see just how serious she was.

"OK, I give in."

"You mean I can keep him?"

"Yes you can keep him, though your making him sound like a puppy, and I retain the right to tear him limb from limb if he hurts you."

"Thank you Daddy." With that she kissed him and then ran off to wash her face.

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To be continued in Chapter 41. After such an action packed chapter, don't expect that level adventure all the time life isn't like that. Any comments you have would be welcome. Remember you only get better stories by helping novice authors like myself with feedback.