Marta had enjoyed a great weekend, first a riverboat trip with Karl, then on Sunday the whole day spent with her dad looking at all sorts of properties in and around the city, trying to think of innovative ideas for the models consortium. It had been agreed in principal who wanted to take part, and the maximum range of investment they were prepared to make, in that the shares would all be the same size, they just needed the right project.

She had a whole list of things she needed to get done for her plans to run smoothly. She had called Dmitri saying there was a possible family event the following weekend, and how she wanted it to be a surprise, so could he ensure Karl had that weekend free. Her dance class after school on Monday fell victim to her waxing appointment with Galina, and she was juggling with the remainder of her schedule.

Lunchtime had been very exciting, getting Irisha alone so they could talk about her important weekend encounter with Taras. It had been very touching, he hadn't anticipated Irisha's decision, and although eager, had been gallant enough to ensure she was settled in her own mind, and it wasn't down to feeling pressured in any way.

She hadn't told him till an hour or more after masturbating him to orgasm, so he had time to fully recover, but still had enough steam for a satisfying first time together. Marta was pleased her friend had enjoyed her first time, that Taras had been sensitive and caring in a way she knew wasn't common among young guys, or even older ones, maybe she and some of her friends had just got lucky. Marta thought it worked both ways, if your partner treated you with care and respect, you would give the same back in return.

Anna was still buzzing in more ways than one from her many recent encounters, what with a sleepover, riding Silver with young Micky along, a whole box of super toys, and she got her hands on a real live cock, weekends didn't get any more jam packed than that!

Sunday had gone really well, later that evening they were talking on the phone, giggling about how they had totally dominated the situation, with Romko like an eager puppy willing to please. On a personal level Anna had been relieved to see solid evidence, or was that rigid, that the sight of her modest little breasts had the power to excite him, and when she had let him lick them after his first cum, it soon revived his flagging cock.

Eve had been excited to hear about the toys, keen to try them out, they couldn't normally have sleepovers on a week night except on Fridays due to school, and Anna was reluctant to take them round to Eve's house, though she did at least get to show Eve all the goodies in her shoebox after school on Monday. Anna was also anxious for them to play together with the aid of her new toys, but with the busy week ahead it seemed unlikely they would find the opportunity, besides this was a really important week for Marta.

While Anna had been on the studio network Sunday morning, she had left notes in both John and Valya's in-box regarding any cancellations or spaces in the schedule to fit in banking jobs, as she was taking to heart the research from Marta and Alina about how she was starting the most important phase of her career in terms of her physical development. An opportunity opened for Wednesday evening, and when she spoke to her mum on the Tuesday about it, she noted her mum looked off colour. Her mum assured her it was just a tummy bug or something she had eaten, maybe even excitement about the upcoming weekend away that was affecting her. Anna said how she hoped it cleared up soon, and her mum agreed, as she didn't want it to spoil her plans.

Karl called Marta to say he had a busy week, and wouldn't be able to get off early Tuesday for any afternoon fun, but he looked forward to seeing her on Friday, and he was pleased to have the entire weekend free for once. She said he should still come round for supper if he could on Tuesday, and that she too was looking forward to having him all to herself that weekend, but of course he didn't yet know the full import of her statement.

Greg and Peter had enjoyed their time over at Victor's house, with his cousin Kiel joining in they were able to have two on two football without having to scour the neighbourhood for others to join in, but at their young age much of what their parents or older siblings got up to went on over their heads. Youngsters view time differently, and for them mid August when they had arrived in the city seemed a long way in the past, as distant as that grey town where they used to live, back when they were poor but knew no different.

On Thursday mother and eldest daughter both had appointments at the studio salon for a full makeover, hair, nails, facial, the works. Ella was glad whatever bug had ailed her, had finally gone away so she could enjoy her luxury break, like the honeymoon they never had. Marta had vacillated between serene calm and near panic, no panic was the wrong word, more an excited nervous state, for which she berated herself as this special moment would be with her Karl.

The next morning at breakfast Ella told the boys Nana Olga would pick them up after school, and they would be staying round there for the weekend as mum and dad would be away, and the girls would be staying with friends. She had timed her announcement just before they were due to head off, so any awkward questions they might have, she could answer as she walked them to the school gate. Ella and Magda between them swapped the duty, so as soon as they picked up Victor on route the three boys were making their own plans, thus Ella avoided the issue of which friend Marta was staying with.

Any last motherly words of advise had been dispensed the previous day, this morning she had got a hug and kiss from both daughters as they left for school, just like any ordinary day. Ella felt a gamut of conflicting emotions about her daughter's decision, but doubt wasn't one of them, Marta had a mature head on her shoulders, and Karl was a bright sensible lad who would one day make a good son in law. She realised most people would think that a rash and premature idea, but she had come to believe Marta had truly found her soul mate in that young man.

The morning before Ella had made a phone call to arrange a lunchtime chat with Elena, Karl's mum, they spoke now and then on the phone, but didn't get to sit and talk that often, so the invitation to get out of the office for lunch had been welcomed. Being focused on his education and career, meant Karl didn't have a wide social circle, but the small number of friends he did have, were a similarly motivated crowd, not prone to partying or staying out to all hours. It was for this reason they needed to talk, Karl though he didn't yet know it was not going to make it home on Friday night, or possibly even Saturday, so Ella needed to clear the way.

They had both known this was inevitable for some time, and Elena was as convinced as Ella that their two offspring were destined to be together. By the end of their chat Elena called in to work, claiming a sudden family emergency and booking the afternoon off as holiday. They went back to her apartment to collect a couple of changes of clothes for Karl, but a wash-kit wouldn't be needed as he all ready had one in Marta's bathroom.

At school some of her classmates noticed she had had her hair done, and asked if she had a special date that night, and was Karl taking her somewhere nice. Marta gave vague answers, but in truth he always took her somewhere nice, a realm of contentment and pleasure, with tonight being the culmination they had been inevitably moving towards.

On the train ride home Marta looked remarkably calm, though both Anna and Eve were vicariously excited on her behalf. Anna got changed, picked up her overnight bag with enough clothes for the weekend, then she and Eve hugged Marta leaving her with their good wishes before they left to enjoy their own form of carnal delights.

The house seemed unnaturally quiet, now hanging in her closet were a few of his shirts, a pair of trousers, and a space in one drawer held some socks and boxer shorts. With a smile Marta thought half a dozen people knew what was due to happen this evening, but oddly enough Karl as one of the two participants was blissfully ignorant of the situation.

Marta had chosen one of his favourite dishes that her mum made, out of the freezer that morning, and now on a low heat to be ready shortly after he arrived in two hours time. Regardless of her calm appearance all day, the evidence of her excitement was plain to see as she undressed to take a soak in the bath, she felt sure those panties would stick to the wall, maybe she should save them for Karl, the last pair she wore as a virgin.

There she had said the word, her last few hours as a virgin. It should sound scary, for other girls it might, but for her it couldn't come soon enough. No, they couldn't skip the meal and go straight to bed, Karl would need all his strength. It was weird when her mum said with a gleam in her eye that Elena was planning a romantic evening with Denys, and she supposed her mum and dad would also be at it, though that was a picture she tried to avoid in her mind.

How many couples all over the world would be doing it at exactly the same time? For how many of those girls would it be their first time? Marta stop being a geek, it doesn't matter about all those others, tonight it would just be the two of them as one.

Out of the bath she dried, brushed her teeth, did her hair and make-up, concealer, a little blush, eye-liner, a dab or two of scent. The new bra and panty set were a fancy silk and lace creation in the traditional white, then the dress she had chosen for the evening. Already she could feel her fresh panties getting damp in anticipation, there was no point worrying, besides he liked it when she got wet. Opening the bathroom cabinet there was the little blister pack twenty-eight little pills, and the diary with a tick on each date, the numbers matched, she had taken her pill that morning as she did every day at the same time. They better damn work, for tonight she was putting them to the test.

Looking round her room everything was in place, so she went down to check all was in order in the kitchen. Anna had left her school bag in the corner, so she took it up to Anna's room. Her sister told her about her adventures the previous Sunday with Eve and Romko, and then when she had done her chaperone duty on Wednesday, was curious as to the payment Anna made to Valya. Her sister said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Valya can tell you all about it while I'm busy with John."

So it was through Valya she learned of her little sister's interest and acquisition of a collection of adult sex toys, battery driven or otherwise. The doorbell!

That's it rush down stairs and break your neck, not a good idea, slow down, stay calm.

Karl enjoyed the enthusiastic welcome, in his arms he could smell she was wearing that scent his mum had suggested she would like. They went through to the kitchen where another smell caught his attention, one of his favourites. Marta said how everyone was out doing something this evening so they had plenty of time by themselves, as she began serving up the food, wearing an apron over her nice dress. Thinking it was new, he thought he'd better comment on it, good save, he had been right, she looked good tonight, and it didn't hurt to tell her, his mum always said girls liked to be noticed, and he didn't want Marta to ever think he took her for granted.

His mum had been in a sort of funny mood when he set off this evening, making a fuss, but he couldn't place why she was acting oddly, at least with Marta he was beginning to understand some of her little ways.

Knowing they wouldn't be disturbed, she could do as she pleased, she hadn't lied to Karl, merely left him with the impression they had most of the evening alone, rather than most of the weekend. They caught up with what they had both been doing over the past week, just small talk, now to finish the meal she served ice-cream, one bowl, one spoon, sat in his lap as she fed them both, feeling Karl junior making his presence known.

It was a great start to the weekend, rather than their normal Tuesday afternoons, to have a whole evening to spend with Marta, though she had been vague about how they might spend their time together over the next two days, he was sure they would have fun. In her room, she lit several candles, along with the bedside lights, providing a nice atmosphere, a bit different from their usual encounters, dare he say it cast a romantic aspect to the room.

So far so good, she hadn't dropped any plates serving the meal, and he commented on how nice she looked, loving her new undies, even if they hadn't stayed on for long as they rolled about playfully on the bed, as he kissed his way down her body, knowing how to light her fuse, all those places that turned her on. She swore he got better each time, his talented tongue raising her excitement to new levels as he edged her, ramping up, holding her there just short, then at last a flurry of moves he knew would send her into an ecstatic climax, adding a few more touches that seemed to extend her blissful decent from glory.

He held her in the afterglow, knowing this was what she liked, and that he could indulge her without having to keep an eye on the clock, his hands gently roaming over her back, squeezing her tight butt, compact, well shaped, fit from her exercise and dancing. He knew to be careful of her powerful legs when he ate her, like some sort of spring trap she could go a little crazy when she came, but he loved to bring her off, each time trying to make it better than the last.

Her body glowed, loose, relaxed, but at the same time energised, she wasn't going to tell him, not yet, not till much later. She stirred, moving in his embrace, and they kissed, she could taste herself, his face glazed with her juice the way he was so enthusiastic when his head got down between her thighs, she looked forward to the coming encounter sure he would be equally adept when his cock was at last where she wanted it. First she was going to relieve the tension, she kissed down his chest, nipping him with her teeth, knowing how it got to him as she moved slowly down his body.

Karl junior was at his rigid best, leaking clear fluid ready for her attention, she kissed all over the shaft, going down lower to play with his sack,very gentle, aware how he was so sensitive, not really over keen to have his balls played with, she then returned to rubbing her face over his cock. Despite how eager she felt about her later plans, she had no wish to short change her loving boyfriend, wanting to give of her best, as he was still in the dark about what lay ahead.

She licked the shaft all round to ensure he was good and wet before taking him into her mouth, listening to his appreciative noises as she teased the head of his cock with her tongue, thinking that the next time it entered her body the sensation for both of them would be entirely different.

Trying to block those thoughts from her mind she concentrated on what she was currently doing, applying the skills she had learned over the past months. She felt she was good at giving head, Karl had certainly said previously he couldn't imagine anyone being better, then quickly stating he had no reason to ever look elsewhere in case he had somehow put his foot in it. She knew the compliment was genuine, and told him to stop digging.

She knew she could make him last longer if she prolonged her teasing, but she felt he was about ready so she prepared to bring him to a climax, speeding up, and using all her tricks to finish him off. He called out her name in warning, as if she didn't know the signs well enough by now. Pulling back till just the head of his cock was in her mouth, her fingers and lips played in concert on his cock to draw out the pleasure, and his spunk.

She aimed his cock so as the shots didn't hit the back of her throat, avoiding the instinct to swallow as she felt each successive volley as she held it in her mouth. Feeling the last few pulses hit her tongue, she milked his shaft with her fingers then pulled back, her mouth held the pool of his spunk which she showed Karl as his senses returned, then closing her mouth she swallowed down his spend.

Now having both enjoyed the oral attentions of the other they lay together quietly, resting for a while to get a second wind for some further fun and games. They talked for a while, Karl making some suggestions about how they could spend the rest of the weekend, still unaware of what lay ahead, then Marta asked a question.

"What do you suppose we'll be doing a year from now?"

"I don't know, hopefully by then I'll have been promoted, and some newcomer will be the office junior, then by the time you finish college I'll be Dmitri's second in command, so we can get married and get a place together."

Karl found himself attacked, smothered, soundly kissed, fortunately he was used to the taste of himself on her breath, she seemed even more exuberant than normal in their play. He had only voiced how he saw their future, nothing they hadn't discussed in a roundabout way many times in the past, a point he raised, when asked what had got her so fired up.

"Do you love me?"

"Of course I do, you're so lovable and special, what brought this on, I haven't given you any reason to doubt how I feel about you have I?"

"No, I just wanted to hear you say it."

"I love you Marta, just kick me any day I forget to tell you that out loud."

"Good. Now I've got something to tell you. I lied to you earlier, well not exactly lied, I didn't tell you the whole truth. Everyone will be out this evening... and tonight... and tomorrow all day, coming back on Sunday."

"Does your mum know, you know, that I'm here?"

"You Dofus, of course she knows, they are away for their own romantic weekend, the boys are with Nana Olga, and Anna's stopping round at Eve's. I asked her.. I wanted this.. for us to spend this time together."

"Wow. I, er, well."

"I wanted my first time... Our first time to be special, and I want to fall asleep in your arms afterwards, and wake up next to you in the morning."

"Wow, I am going to be in so much trouble tomorrow, but it's what you want, so I can stand a little chewing out from my mum, I suppose I could phone, though I'm not sure what I'm going to say... Don't laugh."

"Your mum knows, she provided a change of clothes for you, in fact you're the only person who didn't know."

He was silent for a moment, thinking about when he left the house, of course she knew. "Oh god, I'm going to be so embarrassed next time I see either of our mums, I'm going to spend the rest of my life the colour of a tomato."

"Will that be a green one, or a red one?"

"That's it make fun of me, did you take an add out in the local paper?"

"No, the people who know, love us. They've gone to the trouble of making this happen the way I dreamed, and our parents are probably doing what we are about to do soon, but I personally don't want to dwell on that image."

She was right, he was a Dofus. He should have known it wouldn't be a spur of the moment thing. This was something girls saw in a different light to guys, and if it could be planned and arranged to fit her perfect scenario, then that's what his Marta would have done. Obviously she hadn't told him, so he wouldn't fret about it, even the blow job earlier had been a precursor to prevent him being on a hair trigger when the time came. Bless her.

When they started up again getting playful, Karl soon had his head between her legs, Marta said she was wet enough, but he explained it was the last time he would ever get to eat a virgin pussy. She swatted at him but it was half hearted as she really loved what he was doing. She was so revved up it didn't take long, then laying side by side Marta said how for her first time she would like to try riding him cowgirl style, quickly pointing out they had years to try out all the other ways.

He lay there looking up, she was poised, ready in position, one hand on his chest, her other hand reaching for him, holding him there. Amazing, soft, squidgy, a place his face and fingers knew well, he gasped as she pivoted, the head of his cock sliding back and forth between her outer lips, nestling, finding their bearings in a way. Hot, right at the tip, pressure, for a fleeting moment doubt, then heat, wow! He was in, he looked up from the view to see a tentative grin as she bit her bottom lip... She was okay.

His gaze dropped, focused between her arms past her breasts with proud nipples, an inverted V, bisected by junior, standing there his head buried in her hot tight wet cave.

For one awful moment she had panicked, it was okay, he was lodged there, he felt huge which was daft, but he felt bigger than he was, she had been watching his face watching where they joined. She put her hand back to feel what was happening on the outside, on the inside she felt a fullness, but he was only part way in. It seemed as if her insides were getting rearranged as she began to sink down, feeling each millimetre as he slid deeper.

His heart was racing, this was Nirvana, so damned hot surrounding him, and wet, god was she wet, and he thought blow jobs were awesome.. Well of course they were but this was a whole new level of.. He'd think of the words later.

She sank down that last fraction, stuffed. She felt a fullness she couldn't describe, where she hadn't previously realised she'd been empty. This wasn't like some impersonal cotton stuffing that you could just ignore, this was a rod of hot pulsing living flesh connecting her physically to Karl in the most intimate way two people could be connected. There hadn't been any pain, no discomfort, just a sense of presence she had never felt before, and now pressing down she tried some of the moves she had read so much about.

He couldn't believe he was totally inside her, their bodies joined, squashed tightly together, as Marta began to move, not upwards, her crotch seemed to be rotating in small circles as she pressed against him, it must cause a grinding pressure on her clit. It was very pleasant and gave his heart rate a chance to slow down, he felt any more stimulation over the initial excitement could have proved too much, and he was glad of the time to get composed.

They kept looking at one another their expressions changing, but Marta could see the same thing in his face, the joy of discovery, this new voyage on their sexual adventure. Hearing other girls in the past, as if this was something that was done to you, they were so wrong, this was something you did together, if anything she felt in control, confident. Lifting slowly there was a sense of loss, the way his cock pulled from her body, then plunging back, seating it where it belonged. Marta began posting, up in the saddle starting at a slow trot to get the feel, moving on to a steady canter.

Flesh on wet flesh, sliding in and out, he could see why Marta had chosen to try this first, up till now he had almost been an observer, but now he started to play with her breasts, tweak her nipples the way she liked, rub her skin, run his hands down her flanks, grasping her rear, joining in the cadence.

Marta liked her horse riding analogy, up on her proud stallion riding for the finish line, hot, sweaty, sex. She could feel the tension rising, this wasn't what she had expected, most of what she'd read said not to pin your hopes on it being that good the first time, but she felt the first inklings, her body ready, the last furlong.

He could see the beginnings of a flush to the skin, on her neck and chest, that normally he saw from a different viewpoint. He had to hold on, wait, he wanted it to be all she could hope for. Straining forward he grasped a nipple in his mouth biting down gently, flicking with his tongue, helping her as much as distracting himself from the inevitable.

"Yes... Yes.. Oh Karl!"

He could feel her insides ripple, muscular convulsions along his length, if he hadn't already been on the verge of cuming that would have sealed his fate.

Marta collapsed, her body shaking with tremors, little aftershocks almost ran through her, it had been unbelievable, but she had felt additional heat at the end, sure it had been Karl's seed filling her. She became aware she was lying on him wrapped in his arms just as she had dreamed, with a giggle she also felt very wet and sticky.

At last Marta raised her face he smiled at her kissing her forehead speaking for the first time. "Are you okay?"

"Perfect."

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To be continued in Chapter 72, as Marta hasn't finished with him yet, it's only Friday night.

A little surprise is round the corner in a few chapters time, Miss Marples fans will look back and say why didn't I see that coming, the clues were there staring me in the face, or just maybe I'm not as smart as I like to think, and you've guessed already!