Synopsis: After a cross-country
ski trip to one of the most beautiful places on Earth, Leslie continues to be used as a
sexual training aid for Natasha and Vika as their mother gives them lessons. The
prospect of private lessons with Vika is really intriguing.
Follow the link in the
story to Goggle Maps. The road (which may or may not be displayed) crosses the river at
the west end of the meadow, the waterfall is partially obscured by a cloud.
The little Toyota pickup showed its excellent
4 wheel drive abilities on the way to Magda's. The main roads were already rutted by
trucks but, when I left the road for the last few hundred meters of the drive, the little truck
ate its way through the snow with no problem. As we walked up to the house the world
flashed white when an opening in the clouds moved overhead. I blinked my eyes at the
brilliance as billions of little prisms reflected the sun back up into the sky. While we ate
breakfast the sky cleared completely and it seemed the dacha was lit by hundreds of hot
white flood lamps beaming in through the windows.
"Do you have skis?" Magda
asked.
"No, I'm afraid not."
"No matter, I borrow a set for you, we go
skiing today to waterfall I know."
We left in the Land Rover, back to town.
Magda handed me the keys as we left the house. At first it was very cold, digital
thermometer on the dash said that it was -15C outside. We stopped at one of the shabby
wooden buildings in the hamlet, the girls stayed warm in the back seat, as we went
inside.
We were met by the same woman I had seen Magda talking to at the
office a couple of weeks earlier. Magda translated from Russian that her husband had
died two years earlier and she would be glad to loan me his old skis. The boots fit,
mostly, but the bindings were stiff and I found an oil can on a workbench in the back
room and loosened them up.
"I've never been cross-country skiing," I said when
we were back in the car, now moving onto the road that went north-east out of
town.
"You alpine ski?"
"Yes, a few times." I replied.
"You
learn, not difficult."
This road was not crowded, only one or two cars had been
along before us, as it made its way through the sparse forest of snow covered trees. We
took the right fork toward the village of Surinda and continued through the small rolling
hills and forest for about 20 kilometers when the road suddenly started down a
comparatively steep hill. I drove carefully, conscious that driving into the ditch could
truly strand us. At the bottom there was a bridge crossing a river.
"Park on the
other side of bridge, road flat there, good place to park."
We unloaded the skis
and clipped them on. Magda gave me a few pointers and we went back across the bridge.
The two girls just turned to the left and went down the 20 meter slope at the end of the
bridge, (I was amazed that a blind girl could ski but she just followed the instructions
called out by her little sister). Magda followed them, they all stopped at the bottom to
watch me.
At first, I thought I'd be OK, but then, as I tried to make a turn to slow
my progress, my heals came up and I fell over forward, face into the snow between my
skis. Vika laughed and Magda asked if I was alright as I picked myself and my dignity
up out of the snow, brushing the dry white powder off.
Magda called something
to the girls as they set off ahead of us across level ground and Vika called back with a 'I
KNOW Mom!" tone in her voice.
"I'd never thought a blind person could ski," I
said as we started out.
"Natasha loves it, she follows her sister very closely,
staying in her tracks. It works better if there is only one person for her to follow, that's
why I stay behind."
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"There is stream,
three kilometer, that joins river. Waterfall from 100 meter off cliff."
We started
off across a meadow that widened between the river and the hill, then, in the distance, the
hill came back in to narrow the clearing. We moved out across the sea of snow, falling
into the tracks of the girls ahead.
After a half hour of skiing, I could see that the
rise to the right was getting much closer, the flat land inside an elbow of the river was
getting narrower. We were both beginning to breathe harder, our breath in white puffs,
and, despite the Siberian winter, I began to feel comfortably warm inside my
parka.
The scenery was spectacular; the trees were all coated with a thick layer
of snow, like flocked Christmas trees, the meadow a flat sea of white sparkles against one
of the clearest blue skies I had ever seen. Twenty meters to our left, the water of the
partially frozen river picked up the brilliant blue from the sky. There was no wind and
sounds carried over the snow but, except for the giggles and laughs of the girls 100
meters ahead of us, it was dead silent except for the swooshing of our clothes as we
worked arms and legs and the crunch of the snow under the skis.
Another
kilometer on, I could see a white cloud of snow billowing out from behind a hill. As we
approached the land narrowed sharply, the girls had stopped where the cliff and the water
almost joined. Magda had pulled ahead of me, she being more skilled at cross country
skiing. The girls were dressed as fit their personalities-Natasha was wearing black
pants and a green parka, Magda had on blue ski pants and a red parka, but Vika was all
hot pink in a one piece 'bunny suit.' I caught up with them where they were
waiting.
"We must go one at a time and be careful not to fall in river," Magda
said. "I go first, then Natasha."
She moved into a narrow strip, now overgrown
with young trees, moving more like a snow-shoer than skier. She had tied a rope around
Natasha's waist and had the other end wrapped around her hand. Vika followed, then
me.
It was slow going among the vegetation, more than once a thick gob of snow
fell off a branch and coated one of us, much to the amusement of Vika who, I was
coming to realize, was one of the most happy-go-lucky persons I had ever met. We
actually had to make our way through a narrow place between two rocks, then there was
a two or three meter drop onto level ground, and I was stunned by what I
saw.
Since entering the woods, I had been hearing a hissing, and as we moved on
it became louder. Also, it was as if clouds had come out and there were occasional wafts
of snow. The coating on the trees and bushes was getting thinker. When we came out of
the woods we were at the base of a 100 meter cliff to our right From above a cascade*
of water was tumbling, only to be frozen to snow and go drifting off across in front of us.
In front of us was a 10 meter wall of snow, a huge snow drift that extended out over the
river. The sun caught in the fall and was reflected back by millions of tiny prisms,
making a riot of different colors as they tumbled in the air. The hiss was from the snow
hitting the ground, building up the drift.
*(62 05'59.5"N
097 10'18.64"E)
"If it stay cold enough to freeze the falling
water but not stream, the drift will reach top of cliff in a few days," Magda said. "One
year the stream thaw before drift and water flow down over snow, making giant ice hill
all way to top. Created ice dam on river, did not break until June, much flooding,
destroyed bridge."
"Thank you for bringing me here," I said as I dug through my
parka to a pocket in my shirt for a camera. I got some pictures of the fall and the snow
drift but I'm afraid that they don't do the sight justice-it has to be taken as a whole to be
appreciated. We also took some group pictures of us all. I was saddened when I realized
how much of this place was unreachable for Natasha.
An hour later we were
back at the car drinking coffee from a thermos and snacking on some Russian nut
cakes-sweet rolls rolled in a mixture of chopped nuts, honey and powder sugar. Magda
drove back and we reached her house just after lunch time. I talked them into letting me
cook and, after some deep kitchen reconnaissance, came up with grilled cheese
sandwiches and tomato soup-a uniquely American lunch after a morning in the
snow.
After lunch, while I watched a football (soccer) game from Pakistan and
Magda read medical journals the girls stripped down and disappeared into the sauna.
About 20 minutes later I heard them yelling and laughing outside. I had to grab my
camera-the pictures of the two preteens having a snowball battle, wearing nothing but
their boots, are precious. The sun was still as bright as ever and the temperature had risen
to -5C. Natasha, of course, was lucky if she hit her little sister with the handfuls of snow
she threw in great clouds, Vika would dodge in close and smash a handful of snow into
her sister's back or face. Finally, Tasha made a lucky grab and got a hold of the nine
year old and the two went down wrestling in the snow. When they finally decided to give
it up and seek the heat of the sauna again, they were both bright pink from the chill of
rolling naked in the snow.
I was standing in the kitchen, looking out a back
window and taking pictures when the girls went back into the house and I heard them,
first in the mud room, then the door to the sauna banged shut. There was a hand on my
shoulder.
"They are beautiful girls, no?"
"Wonderful," I said, turning to
Magda.
A cloud came over her face. "I must leave Russia, take Natasha
somewhere so she can," she paused, "be happy, useful job, not beggar." She thought for
a moment, then went on. "Under Communist, she live in institution, do small jobs,
making clothes, tents, for Army. Now, with Capitalism, there is nothing. Many blind
live in charity home, do nothing, very poor."
We were silent for a moment, then
a smile crossed her face. She pulled her sweater off over her head. She wasn't wearing a
bra and her tits bounced prettily. "We go for swim."
We left a pile of clothes in
the kitchen, then I followed her down the hall to the sauna but she didn't go in. Instead,
with a giggle, she ran out the door and into the snow. I chased her, high stepping through
the ankle deep cold and we ran out onto the dock were she had stopped, holding her hand
out to me. We jumped together into the water.
The shock of the freezing water
was painful, it hurt to draw in a breath when my head broke water and I stood up in the
chest deep chill. Magda looked at me and laughed again, then fell backwards and pushed
off with her feet, doing a back stroke. I followed her with a crawl and, when I caught
her, pulled her to me, standing again. We kissed deeply but the cold was so pervasive
that I couldn't feel her warmth, even though our bodies were pressed together. The cold
had made her nipples contract to dark, puckered points, my guess is that my dick had
probably disappeared. She wrapped her legs around mine, holding to me.
"It's
cold, not having sauna first," she said through a shivering
voice.
"Yeah."
I started carrying her back toward the dock, she broke
away and swam the last few meters. Then we climbed out and went quickly back to the
house.
The girls made room for us but it was obvious, from the streaks of sweat
down their bodies, that they were ready to get out.
"You went in the river?" Vida
asked.
"Yes, it was very cold," Magda said.
There passed a discussion in
Russian that I couldn't understand but, from the scolding tones I assume that the girls
were giving their mother a hard time. They got up to leave and, as they were in the door,
a couple of light hearted comments passed, then they were gone.
I looked around
at the wood lined room, then the heater. "How do you keep this place hot?" I
asked.
"There is large gas tank on side of house, keep boiler. Steam come here
first, then to rest of house."
"It must cost you a fortune," I said.
"Lukoil
provide house, furniture, and gas, even car. Doctor expensive in Siberia."
"And I
get a one bedroom apartment."
"Maybe computer technician not as expensive as
Doctor." She smiled in a way that took away any idea of an implied
offence.
"No, I guess not," I admitted.
"How long you stay in Baykit?"
she asked.
"I have to stay a year, after that, we'll see how much I like the job.
The problem with my work is that I have to go where the oil's at. If it were safer, I'd be
interested in Africa, after my time here I can always go to Alaska-but that part of
Alaska sucks." We were silent for a minute as the sweat started to trickle down my back
and down between Magda's tits. "How long have you been here?"
"Three year."
Then, "Baykit good for Tasha, she learn much in school past three year than all rest
together. Now...don't know. Next year she go to High School in Tura. Don't know if
good for her. I'm looking for job in Europe or America, maybe Australia."
This
came as no surprise to me; it was obvious that Magda was looking for better schools for
her kids. I was pretty sure that I was just another prospect-married to an American they
could go there where there are good programs for children like Natasha. One thing I
couldn't figure though was where the sex fit in...maybe a planned blackmail? I'd have to
think on that a bit more but, actually, on first thought, if she used me in that way, got to
America then let me go my way....I could deal with that.
"Is getting hot, let's
shower," she said, standing.
In the shower we soaped each other up, I paid
special attention to her tits and she paid special attention to my cock. Neither of us got
off though and after we had dried off, Magda dropped to her knees and started sucking
my cock. Needless to say, I didn't object to this a bit and I was awfully hard awfully
quick, just beginning to feel the jez rise. Then she stopped and stood up.
"Come
to house," she said, holding my dick. "We show girls."
She led me by my cock
out of the bathroom and through the kitchen. The girls, still naked, were waiting and the
three of them pushed me down into an arm chair. Natasha started running her hands up
and down my thighs and feeling my balls while her mother knelt between my knees.
Then she started sucking me again, giving me a classic blowjob, bobbing her head while
jerking off my cock with her hand.
Magda took Natasha's hand and directed it to
my dick, showing her how to stroke while she continued to suck. Meanwhile, Vika was
kneeling on the right side of me, next to her mother, her eyes as big as platters and her
mouth agape-obviously this all came a quite a shock to the nine year old.
After
a few moments, Magda lifted up her head and said something to Natasha. They
exchanged a couple of sentences in Russian. Natasha said something, shaking her head,
that was an obvious 'no', then Magda looked at me.
"Tasha want to suck you but
do not ejaculate, she don't want that."
All I could do was grunt out something
that sounded like an affirmative, then the eleven year old rose up and took me in her
mouth. The angle was awkward, being from the side, her having to bend over my thigh
and reach a long way, but still, having your cock sucked by a preteen eleven year
old...who could complain? I straightened out my left leg to make it easier for her to
reach.
While Tasha stroked and sucked my schlong, Magda and Vika seemed to
have started up a conversation. Magda seemed to be explaining things to her younger
daughter, pointing and talking, as the jez really began to put some pressure on
me.
I had started to hump into Natasha's face, had actually sort of forgotten the
instructions not to cum in her mouth, when Magda noticed the obvious signs of my
impending explosion. She said something to Tasha who looked at her sideways, then let
me go. Immediately, Magda took over, pushing my cock deep into the back of her throat
while looking up at me, straight in the eye.
She pulled back and made two short
strokes in her mouth and I totally lost it. As I filled her mouth with my cum, she kept
sucking, running her tongue back and forth across the bottom of my dickhead inside her
closed mouth. A spurt of my white goo escaped out the corner of her mouth and ran
down her chin, Vika giggled at this.
Then, when I was quite spent, she let my
dick drop, a long string of goo extending from her lower lip to my cock, and looked up at
me with her cum filled mouth open. She turned to Vika and showed her, then spit some
out onto her hand and held it up to her. Vika sniffed at the pool of jez in her mother's
hand then dabbed her finger in it and tasted it. There was a laughing exchange between
them, then Madga said something to Natasha. With two fingers, she took a big dollop of
my cum out of her palm, then transferred it to Natasha's mouth who sucked the slime off
her mom's fingers.
"Girl's want to taste semen," Magda said just before she
licked my jez back out of her palm and took a big swallow.
We all stayed naked
as there was a group effort to make dinner, then we sat around the TV and watched FC
Tom' Tomsk get humiliated by Zenit Saint Peterburg 8-2. Of course, for the girls, Tomsk
was the home team (at least it's in Siberia) but Magda didn't seem to care a whole lot.
Vika kept up a running commentary for her sister who had a really good understanding of
the game. I began to see that Vika was, in many ways, Natasha's eyes, they seemed to
communicate so well, it was uncanny. I recalled the littler one directing her sister when
they were skiing, then the snowball fight where Vika would call out, telling Natasha
where she was.
A little later the girls were sent off to shower and get ready for
bed, I took that as my cue to leave and got dressed. Magda, still naked, followed me out
onto the deck that stretched across the front of the house and kissed me good
night.
"Come to my office tomorrow when you have lunch," she said. The next
day dawned grey and threatened snow, the temperature also fell to a more seasonal -20
C.
When I arrived the next day there was a patient in the waiting room and I
could hear Magda talking with someone in her office. I sat down and started looking
through some Russian fashion magazine. After a few minutes Magda came out with a
young woman who was carrying a baby. They made girl talk for a minute, then the
woman and baby left.
Magda looked at me and the other fellow. She said
something to him in Russian (he had his arm in a sling) and he got up and went into the
hallway. Then she looked at me.
"Mr. Schmidt, you may wait in room
two."
I went into the same room she had always seen me in before and closed the
door. I could hear them talking next door. The door opened and Magda looked
in.
"You may undress for you're exam. I'll be in shortly."
Her
expression was coolly professional-not a hint of a smile but a little twinkle in her eye.
The door closed and I complied, I was soon sitting on the examination table as naked as
the day I was born.
It was only a couple of minutes before Magda came in.
Without saying a word she dropped her lab coat, stepped out of her shoes, undid her
blouse and dropped it on the floor, slipped her bra off her shoulders, then let it fall to the
floor and, finally, pull her slacks and panties off in one motion, leaving her wearing only
a pair of tan knee-highs. She came across to me and we kissed while she reached down
with both hands and grasped my cock. After a few moments of tongue interplay, she bent
over and started to suck me as I leaned back against the examining table. Then she
dropped to her knees and started a truly wonderful blow job. She somehow managed to
push my entire cock down her throat, burying her nose in my dick hair, then pulled back
and sucked my balls while stroking me with her fists.
I was really building
toward blowing my wad in her mouth so I lifted her chin and told her to lean against the
table. She bent over the green nogahide covering, putting her elbows on the upholstery,
spread her feet apart and flared her ass. I easily slid into her, doggy style, holding her
hips as I pistoned and she pushed back against me. Soon she was making little 'ug'
noised to my thrusts as I watched my cock slide in and out of her slash just below her
purple-brown ass hole.
"Put in rectum," she said between
gasps.
Although I'm usually not into anal, for some reason, this time, the idea
was an incredible turn on and I pulled out, then changed my aim. I pushed at her little
poop hole but only made marginal progress as we both pushed. Magda was flopped
down on the table, grunting, and she reached off the end, then pulled a drawer open and
felt around in it.
"Here," she said as she held a red and white tube with Russian
writing on it back for me. There was some sort of white cream that I squirted on my
dick, then some on her ass hole. She giggled that it was cold. I positioned my cock and
gave a shove.
"Oooohhhaaaahhh...."
My cock slammed into her, the
entire length sliding in. Out of pain, she clamped down on my cock. Squeezing it
painfully. I pulled back, then pushed in again to another of her yelps, but, she still
pushed back against me. We ass fucked unmercifully, Magda grunting each time I buried
my cock in her butt. She had one hand underneath her and was finger fucking herself at
the same time I held her shoulders and slammed her. She let out a loud "Awwoo" when I
started pumping my sperm into her colon, bashing my hips into her ass cheeks. Her anus
quivered with her own anal orgasm, squeezing my cock even tighter and making my own
shooting exquisite to the point of painful.
She now lay flat on her stomach and
chest, panting and covered with sweat as I pulled my blood, shit, and cum soaked cock
out of her ass. A trail of sperm ran out of her glory hole-her ass was still stretched by
my assault.
"Do you like sex in anus?" she said, not moving from her position, as
I washed her shit and blood off my cock.
"It's not normally something I'm into,"
I said.
"My husband did that to me, he was very rough, no
lubrication."
"Did I hurt you?" I asked.
"Little at first but,...it was OK,
this once."
I walked up behind her and leaned down against her, my limp cock
laying along her ass crack. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cheek. "I
wasn't too rough, was I?"
She lifted up some and looked back at me as best she
could. "No, just right amount for sodomy," she said with a smile.
We stood up
and she turned around, hugged and kissed me. "Maybe we not do that so often but, I
wanted to try."
We went across to the canteen and ate, then I went back to work
with another invitation to dinner. That afternoon I was told that I would have to drive to
the city of Tura, about 400 km Northeast, to deal with some work permit issues. Tura is
the administrative center of Evika and is an older city. I had heard that it was pretty, with
some old churches and a much less utilitarian style than Baykit (there's even a couple of
museums). I was to leave in the morning.
After work, when I pulled up at the
dacha, I was surprised that Magda's Land Rover wasn't there. But the lights were on and
Natasha came to the door and opened it, waving and trying to face me from the sound of
my truck.
"Hello!" I called when I got out.
"Hi," she said.
I
climbed the five steps to the deck. "Where's your mother?"
"She had to take
Vika back to school, her class is having a meeting with the parents. She said she'd be
back by 1900 and that she'd bring dinner."
When we were inside Natasha
reached out and managed to grab my arm. I stood still as she moved around in front of
me, then moved her hands up my arms and across my shoulders, then to my face. She
pulled gently, leading me down to a kiss, guiding my lips to hers.
As soon as our
tongues met she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned against me. My cock was
immediately beginning to swell and I wondered if she knew what it was pushing against
her belly.
"Come up into the loft," she said, dropping her arms. She turned
around and went directly to the ladder, apparently she was very well oriented. I followed
her up the ladder, by the time I gained the top she had walked to the left, to a bed close to
the railing.
The loft was almost half the size of the downstairs. It was one large
open space, the ceiling was the peak of the house, a good 4 meters above. Two fans
turned slowly up there in the warm air. Apparently, everyone shared the space as a
bedroom. Near the sloping wall to my right was a double bed with two small tables on
each side, one with a reading lamp. On the opposite wall were two single beds, it was the
near one, close to the railing and windows, that Natasha had gone to. There were a
couple of miss-matched chests of drawers and a large wardrobe against the back
wall.
Natasha was standing next to her bed and was already pulling her shirt off
over her head. She was wearing a white tee-shirt underneath. She bent down and untied
her shoes, then pulled them off, one at a time. Next she took off her socks. As she undid
her jeans and belt, I started unlacing my boots, then worked them off my feet. I pulled
my shirt and undershirt off over my head just as she straightened back up, now in only
her panties and the tee-shirt. I started undoing my belt as she pulled the tee-shirt off, then
as I worked my pants down and freed my cock, she pulled her panties
off.
"Mother said I'm ready for you, it won't hurt this time."
I didn't say
anything, I just walked up to her and kissed her. She grasped my cock with both hands
and started moving them along it, then sank down on the bed. She lay back and swung
her feet up, stretching out, raising her hands over her head.
Any swelling or
bruising of her pussy was gone, leaving a lovely clean set of pink lips. He nipples stuck
up, little cones above her chest. Almost without thinking I leaned down and started
sucking on the left one. She writhed under me.
I moved to the other tit and she
wrapped her arms around my head, holding her immature nipple against my mouth. I
was kneeling next to the bed, she still had a hold of my cock with her right hand, her left
on the back of my head.
"Ohhh...." She groaned. I brought my hand up between
her legs and started to move my hand along her hairless, soft, clam. Quite naturally she
spread her legs apart, opening the moist crevice, and I pressed my finger along her clit,
then dug deeper and was pleasantly surprised when almost the entire length of my finger
slid inside the preteen pussy.
I continued to finger fuck her for a little while,
sometimes kissing her mouth, sometimes sucking her nipples, and after a couple of
minutes she humped against my hand and groaned, then relaxed back
down.
Now I turned her so she was across the bed, her feet on the floor. I leaned
over her, putting my weight on her small warm body, our chests and stomachs together,
her sex pressing into me just below my navel. My cock was pushing hard against the side
of the mattress. We kissed like this for a while, her arms wrapped around me, her hands
moving up and down my sides. I had bundled her small frame in my arms, holding her
close-she felt so small and fragile against me.
Then I lay her back and slid
down. She took in a deep breath when I sucked on one of her nipples, then giggled and
pushed at me when I tongued her belly button, but she took a ragged breath and exhaled
an 'aawwww' when I pushed my tongue along her hairless slit. I circled her clit a couple
of times as she humped her prominent pussy mound up into my face, pushing up with her
feet on the floor. Then, putting my hands on the back of her knees, I lifted her legs up
and out, spreading them, opening her, and I firmly pushed my tongue into her vagina,
pushing it in as far as I could.
The amazing flexibility of young girls-her thighs
were spread out impossibly wide-maybe beyond 90 degrees. I fucked her with my tongue for
only a little while, maybe less than a minute, before she came again, groaning loudly as
her pussy became slippery with her preteen juices and my spit. She was ready.
I
lifted up and, still holding her knees high up and out to the sides, moved my hips up and
down to guide my cock to her wide open lips. I carefully placed it against the opening
and then, carefully adjusting the angle by raising or lowering myself on my knees, gently
pushed. My cock slid easily inside the eleven year olds snatch, the head and two thirds of
my eight inch cock disappearing inside her before I reached the end. The softness and
warmth, in addition to the firm tightness, of her was incredible.
Natasha just
blew out a long breath. "Ohhhh, that's....ohhh...." Obviously, this second time was not
hurting her at all.
I started moving in and out of her, the sight was awesome as
my cock slid back and forth in her clean, hairless, preteen pussy. Her inner folds were
shiny pink, her clit was a slightly darker shade as it was worked back and forth by the top
of my cock. She had her head thrown back, turning it side to side, her hands grasping at
the sheets. Then she reached up and, finding my shoulders, dug her fingernails into them.
She was writhing with every push, flaring her hips to meet me, pulling her knees higher.
The only places we were touching was my hands on the back of her knees, her hands
digging into my shoulders, and my cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
We
continued like this for a couple of minutes, then she pulled on my shoulders, trying to
pull me down on top of her. Instead, I released her knees and pulled her up against me.
Now just her ass was on the edge of the bed as we clung to each other and kissed. I lifted
up, holding her light frame, my hands cupping her small ass, and turned around, sitting
down on the bed.
Now we were both seated, facing each other, her legs wrapped
around my hips, as we cooperated to raise and lower her on my cock. I looked up and
saw the Land Rover coming down the driveway.
It had become almost full dark
outside and the lights were on in the house so I realized that, if they looked, Magda and
Vika could see us. I was sure they had when they got out of the car, Vika peering up at
us. I was tempted to wave but decided not to alarm Natasha.
As we fucked,
Natasha's breaths coming more rapidly, her lifting and falling more authoritative, Magda
said something to her little one and I could see her put her finger to her lips. Then the
two crept towards the house. I started raising and dropping the child with a little more
force, working to build her.
I didn't hear the door open or close but soon
Magda's head peeked over the threshold. We made eye contact, she has a slight smile on
her face as she watched us, then she looked down and again put her finger to her lips and
crept the rest of the way up. Then Vika looked over the top but didn't climb to join her
mother.
Having the audience really got me off, Natasha was totally unaware that
her mother and sister were watching us. I imagined what we must look like and realized
that, from her vantage point, Vika could clearly see my cock buried in her sister's pus.
Natasha was beginning to groan with each drop as I was raised and lowered
her.
Natasha suddenly grunted and clung to me, rocking her hips back and forth.
I locked eyes with Magda, she had a small smile on her face as I clenched my jaw and
pumped her eleven year old daughter full of my sperm.
The girl was covered
with sweat as she clung to me, panting, still impaled on my cock, her head on my
shoulder. Magda stepped up and wrapped her arms around both of us and kissed Natasha
on the nap of the neck.
"OH!" Natasha almost jumped off me when she felt her
mother but I held her in place.
There followed an exchange in Russian, Magda
again kissed her and she relaxed. I looked at Vika, her eyes were about as big around as
dinner plates.
"Come down, I have Chinese food," Magda said.
I lifted
up and turned us around, laying the girl on the bed. A stream of sperm ran out of her cunt
as I stood up, looking down at her flushed body. A drop of goo fell off the end of my
cock and landed on her thigh, just above the knee. Vika looked with amazement at her
big sister's sex, then silently followed her mother down the ladder.
I quickly
wiped my dick with a sheet, then, as she sat up, I kissed the little girl. "You are
wonderful, dear," I said.
After a pause she said, "Thank you." Then she stood up
and felt for the railing.
I went down the ladder first, then watched her. More of
my white goo was oozing out of her pussy and a drop was running down the inside of her
leg, more had wetted her ass.
Dinner was Chow Mein and Chung Po Pork out of
paper cartons. There was also fried rice and egg rolls. The food was so-so and the
fortune cookies were in Russian. It was while we were eating that I mentioned that I was
going to have to go to Tura for a couple of days. This was followed by an excited
exchange between Vika and her mother. Then Magda looked at me.
"Vika have
best friend who live in Tura. She want to go visit. If possible, can you give
ride?"
"Sure, I'll only be there a day."
There was another exchange. "I
go in few days to get her if you take her tomorrow."
"Ok...what about
school?"
"Oh, teacher say it alright."
There followed a couple of phone
calls, all in very rapid Russian and it was apparently arranged. Then Magda had a
conversation with Vika. To one question, Vika looked at me with a surprised expression
that faded into something else. She was silent for a moment, then asked her mother
something. They talked some more, then Vika said something that was obviously a
negative answer.
"OK," Magda said to her, then she looked at me. "I will drop
Vika off in morning?"
"Ahh...sure," I said.
(Sometime later, I asked
Magda about what she said to Vika. Madga had asked her if she would go to my
apartment for the night, to make leaving in the morning easier, but Vika didn't want to,
she was afraid she'd have to have sex.)
After we had eaten and cleaned up
Magda asked me to get dressed and come outside to help her clear the ice in the river so
we could swim. It was dark and cold (-15C) and, after smashing the ice from the end of
the dock with long weighted sticks and getting a little wetted, I wondered if I'd ever
warm up. Still, the night was beautiful, it was still clear and the quarter moon lit up the
snow. The forest across the river was dark but the snow covered ice and the bank were
almost as well seen as in daylight. I noticed lights on the other side, maybe two
kilometers down stream.
"That is hunting lodge, usually dark. Someone must be
using tonight. Only week or two more that we can break ice," she said. "Then no more
swimming. For now, no more jump in, too dangerous, go under ice. Must step in from
end of dock."
We stripped naked on the mud porch, then went into the sauna.
The 75C did its job quickly however and soon I was sweating. The girls joined
us, chattering in Russian and giggling about something that had happened in school.
After another 10 minutes we all ran outside and dropped off the end of the dock, not
really jumping, more stepping off. The girls splashed around some but stayed really
close to the dock. I could see the danger, if you fell over and lost your footing the current
could have quickly swept you the three meters to the edge of the ice and taken you under.
Still, it was only a centimeter thick or so, if you could stand up you'd break through. But
if you got into deeper water....
Five minutes later we were all back in the sauna
and 15 after that we were in the living room again, sitting on towels while Magda dealt
cards for a game of Uno!. As the girls moved around, shifting their positions, I got some
marvelous views. Magda smiled at me when she noticed me admiring Vika's pussy
while she sat cross-legged. Her little hairless clam was pulled open and, at one point, she
even lay back on her back, keeping her legs folded, ankles crossed. This pulled her
vagina open, giving me a great sight of her half moon cherry that stretched across the
bottom of her cunt. With this Magda also shifted to sit cross-legged, showing off her
womanly cunt for me. Natasha was, of course, blistfully unaware of the unconscious
show Vika was giving me and the quite conscious show that her mother was giving me.
Still, just the sight of so many pussies, little girl, pre-adolescent, and womanly had the
expected affect.
We had been playing for over half an hour as everyone talked,
some in Russian, some in English. Both Vika and I were getting better at the other's
language but we still took a good amount of teasing from the other two. Mostly from
Magda but some from Natasha who was, by far, the most English fluent of the
three.
During one game, as the number of cards in our hands dwindled, I caught
part of the conversation between Natasha and her mother. They were obviously talking
about me and I was pretty sure that sex was the subject.
"Uno!" Vika called and,
sure enough, the next round she put her last card down, raised her arms and squealed in
victory. As I counted my hand full and Natasha felt her three for the Braille markings in
the corners, Magda smiled at me.
"Natasha wants to do oral sex on you," she
said.
"
52;
72;
90;
41;!" Natasha exclaimed, blushing bright
pink.
There followed and excited and laughing exchange between the girl and
her mother, but the whole idea had caused parts of me to rise in interest.
Magda
stood up and held her hand out to me, "Leslie, come here."
She put me in a
chair, then knelt between my knees. I chuckled as she took my half hard cock between
her hands and started stroking it. Then she leaned down and took me in her
mouth.
"Oh, yeah," I breathed as my dick came to full hardness to the feelings of
her accomplished blow job skills. As she worked me in and out, Vika watched, lifting up
and craning her head to see her mother sucking on my dick.
I leaned back and
groaned, relaxing, stretching my legs and spreading them more.
The cum was
definitely beginning to build as my breaths came with Magda's dives and she lifted up
and called Natasha over. She guided her daughter to kneel between my thighs, then
guided her hands to my cock.
The eleven year old didn't have the expertise that
her mother had, she was coached to rub my balls and, occasionally, lick my shaft, but the
idea of having my cock sucked by a preteen made me build
fast.
"
54;
85;
86;
82;
86;
83;
86;
87;
88;
80;
81;
90;
80" [He is about to come] Magda said
as I started to hump into the girl's face. She redoubled her efforts, sucking and stroking
faster and within a few seconds I came. Natasha stiffened with surprise when her mouth
was suddenly flooded with my goo, but she kept bobbing and sucking as I humped into
her mouth, leaving my slimy white for her to gulp down between
breaths.
"
58;
86;
87;
88;
86;
73;
91;
77;
90;
91;
78;
72;
89;
85;
98;
80;!" [That tastes awful!] she
said to her mother with a laugh as I lay in the chair, panting. She wiped her mouth with
the back of her hand.
They talked in Russian and Magda handed her a glass of
vodka and lime water she had been drinking. Natasha took a big swig then asked, "Was
that good?"
"Oh, God honey," I panted, "Incredible."
She giggled and I
pulled her up across me, smearing my cum and spit covered cock down her chest and
stomach, and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She tasted of vadka, lime and
cum.
A little while later I was driving back to my apartment for a few hours
sleep. I had to leave early, most people said it'd be a 10 hour drive, so Magda was going
to drop Vika off at 0630.