Message-ID: <39274asstr$1037146206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-AntiAbuse: This header was added to track abuse, please include it with any abuse report X-AntiAbuse: ID = 948ab4c8608b1a0ba1fa7e3decf9f577 Reply-To: katzmarek@excite.com From: "don james" <katzmarek@excite.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Original-Message-ID: <20021112214554.B42E83E17@xmxpita.excite.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 16:45:54 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} The Russian Girl (Part 3) (Mf, ff ) By Katzmarek Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2002 19:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/39274> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate Continuing the relationship between Eric and Lina. _______________________________________________ Join Excite! - http://www.excite.com The most personalized portal on the Web!<1st attachment, "The Russian Girl3.doc" begin> Authors Note. This story is entirely a work of fiction. It is for entertainment purposes only and does not reflect the authors views or attitudes. It contains scenes of sexual activities with a minor and the author does not condone this. This work may not be reproduced for profit without the authors express permission. If you feel you would be offended by the content, or underage please proceed no further. ..The Katz The Russian Girl (Part 3) By Katzmarek I'm sitting in my office looking at the phone. I'd just dropped Lina off at the center after telling her she would need to go back to Russia. She had cried and clung to me and I had assured her that I would fix everything up and I had a plan. I then stared into those expressive blue eyes and kissed her. I'd watched her walk back to the center wondering what the hell that plan was. So, I pick up the phone and dial, "Furneaux College", answers the voice. "Hi, I would like to talk to Professor Vya'scheshev please" "Through now", it says in that bored tone. A few clicks later the guttural accent of the Professor comes on. "Vya'scheshev"? "Dad"? I say. "Gregorevich!, how come you haven't rung us for a while, you must call your mother, Helge worries about you." "I know, dad, I'm sorry, listen, I need a favor". Lina sat in the dayroom of the center watching 'Popeye' on Cartoon Network. It was her favorite program and you didn't need English to understand it. She giggled when Popeye beat up that big guy after eating his spinach, but she thought Olive was pathetic. Eric was her Popeye, he would beat up all the bad men for her. She smiled at the thought. She had loved the studio, the cameras, the lights and she'd loved performing. She had become outside herself, larger then life. She was another person in front of that camera. Someone who had no fear, no pain, no loss. She had tried to rub herself like Eric wanted and she knew that other girls, like Veronica, would huff and puff and get excited but she'd felt nothing. She loved the TV at the center. Vasiliy had only watched porn movies at the hotel and he had got excited and got her to suck him. He had an enormous tool and it had frightened her. He had tried to put the thing into her but she had screamed and Peter the Greek had knocked on the door. Vasiliy had given him some money and he went away but he couldn't get it inside her so he had splashed into her mouth. Vasiliy didn't smell nice like Eric. He was always drinking Vodka like the old men in the basement in 'Petersburg. She was glad Eric had gotten her away from him. Eric didn't drink or smoke and he always showered once a day. And he would make everything alright. He knew important people. He was rich and drove a nice car. That night Veronica had tucked herself in next to her in bed. She'd started kissing and stroking her and Lina had tried to return the favor. Lina licked her bedpal's nipples, they tasted salty, running the tip of her tongue around the points. Veronica ran her fingers through her hair and kissed the top of herhead. Veronica had wanted to push her fingers into her panties. She had felt a little slippery. Lina felt like she was beginning on a little journey of sensation and she wondered about the destination. She stroked Veronica in the way she knew she liked and in no time at all she was moaning and groaning. Lina was afraid someone would come in to see what all the noise was about and had tried to shush the girl. Then Veronica had tried to push her finger into her hole and she'd turned her back on her and dislodged it. I pick up the phone again and ring Shapiro. "Frankie, there's a direct flight to St Petersburg, Friday, 6am, I'm taking Lina back myself, is that ok"? "Should be, she won't be needed for the hearing, we have her statement and there's no contest. I'll tell immigration". "Thanks". "Yeah, well, take care, ok"? "Sure Frankie", I say. CPS was no problem either, they had enough to do, so long as the paperwork was tidy. Lina thought I was rich but that was far from the truth. She had already cost me plenty and I needed some cash flow. I next call 'Joey Lube'. He had done some work for me in the past and he knew the way I worked. He was a freelance and I knew he needed the work. I offer him a good deal to make a series for me. I outline the plan and he goes for it. I keep the percentages and he the budget. It keeps me to my contracts and gives me a cash-flow for the next few months. The next thing we are high over the Arctic and Lina is snoozing on my arm. In my attache-case is a sheaf of papers I'm hoping will be signed and stamped in the next few weeks. Lina's clutching a little teddy and she looks so child-like and innocent. We look like daddy and daughter. She's awake somewhere over the Gulf of Bothnia and together we look out the window and try and identify the little ships and islands. Her shampoo is in my nostrils, her head against mine, her hand placed innocently on my thigh. I am acutely aware of her. Through customs and we fetch ourselves up in a room at the Novorossisk. The hotel is flash and modern and we get a suite overlooking the river. We can see the cruiser Aurora, which fired the first shots of the October revolution, parked in the same spot on the Neva that she's been for 90 odd years. I love old ships and promise myself to take a look. Lina is staring out onto the river and she's crying. I put my arms around her to comfort her. I figure the fatigue and emotion of the journey was taking it's toll so I close the curtains and tuck her into bed. Feeling tired myself I crawl in beside her and hold her. I can feel her sobbing to herself, her body shaking, so I murmur consoling words and tell her she's safe here. For once my concern for her outweighs my carnal lust and my dick behaves itself. We sleep clear through till morning. Lina's in the bathroom brushing her teeth. I go to take a leak and there she is over the basin in T-shirt and panties. I watch her bottom wiggle as she scrubs away and my cock starts to twitch. I'm hanging over the can waiting for it to subside a little so I can take a pee. Lina comes and stands beside me to ask what our plans for the day are. She watches my struggle with amusement, "(Russ) Your male actors can't get it up and you can't get it down". And she's laughing and I'm laughing too. It does the trick though and I'm able to take my morning leak. "(Russ) Are men always like that in the morning"? she asks. "(Russ) Usually", I say, "especially when they've just slept with a young sexy girl". She blushes red and flashes her sexy, seductive, smile. Next I jump in the shower, and I've just soaped myself up when in she gets behind me. I turn around and she's looking at me and smiling. I've never seen her completely naked before so I take a peek. Her breasts are a little fuller now, rather like upturned bowls crowned with prominent, brown nipples. Down her flat tummy, with just a hint of roundness from all that good food, I take in her little pussy. It is covered in a light fluffy down, blond in color, like her hair. The water's making it matte together and droplets run down. She motions me to turn around and she's soaping my back. Her hands slide easily over my skin and down to my butt. As she stoops I can feel her nipples brush my back. She massages by butt cheeks and her fingers tickle my balls. She continues on down my legs and washes my feet. I turn around and my dick practically slaps her over the face. She's laughing and batting it with her hand, making it spring back and forth. She tells me that men look funny with their thing all up like that and she's teasing and giggling away. Lina tries to catch the little drips of water that collect at the tip and then the next thing she's licking all around the eye like it was a lollipop. Her little tongue sends shivers through me as it flicks over my knob. She looks up at me and rubs the underside with her tongue. A dozen porn fantasies coming true. She slowly jerking me and putting it in her mouth for a couple of rapid sucks. I pull her to her feet and before I fasten my mouth to hers she says, "(Russ) But I haven't finished yet". And then I'm exploring her mouth with my tongue. I'm sucking on those juicy lips and pulling her gorgeous little bottom, welding it against me. I pull her out of the shower and dry her off with the big fluffy towel. All the time I'm giving her little kisses here and there until I'm standing with her, wrapped up like a present, giving little pecks over her face. All the time she's been fishing for my dick with her hand but I stop her. I lay her out on the bed and her hand immediately clamps between her thighs. "(Russ) Please", she says, wide eyed with fright, "don't hurt me". I tell her, in between kisses that that was the last thing I would do, that I loved her and would never bring any harm to her. I don't think she's fully convinced and keeps her hand tucked between her legs. I want to bring good feelings to my little princess. She's well versed in servicing men but she doesn't know how to take pleasure. I tell her I will give her a massage. I sometimes have to do this for the girls if they're feeling a bit uptight. I get her to lie on her front and I start at her feet. Warming the oil in my hands I work up around her calves kneading and squeezing the muscles as I go. After I finish each part I run my fingertips up and down the area, now super-sensitive. I work my way up to her thighs and I can feel her start to seize up. I'm whispering, "Ok.. ok...it's alright", in English and she slowly starts to relax. I avoid her pussy and ,instead, move on to her ass. Her breathing quickens a little as I massage her cheeks. With my fingertips I concentrate on the little area just above her thighs and she's clenching and unclenching her pretty butt cheeks. I'm working my way up her back, brushing her silky hair out of the way. I reach her shoulders and give them some thorough treatment. I'm now sitting astride her back and my dick is laying up her spine. She has her eyes shut and her mouth is partly open. Her hand is still jammed between her legs but I don't think it is there for protection anymore. "(Russ) Lina", I say, " This is for you". She doesn't answer. I get off her and turn her over. She still has her hand between her legs and her eyes are still shut. I give her a kiss and start down her front. I run my hands down between her breasts and down around her tummy. She takes a few deep breaths and her head turns to the side. I work her breasts up from the sides and inch towards her nipples. By the time I reach them they are standing proud and erect. I can't resist rolling one between my fingers and touching the end with the tip of my tongue. I notice a slight movement from her arm and I realize that her hand is working her little pussy. I have always found the sight of a woman making love to herself highly erotic and Lina, that blond, fair, not-quite-a-woman IS erotic. As I'm making my way down over her thighs her hand stops it's movement. "(Russ) It's ok my darling," I say, "just go ahead my love... it's alright", in tones as soothing as I can manage. She nods and her hand resumes it's slow movement. I squat between her legs and raise them a little. I can now watch her and massage her thighs at the same time. She peers at me out of the corner of her eye and she must decide that everything is alright, because she turns her face away again and closes her lids. Another deep breath, I bend down to kiss her hand and she gives a start. My hands are now lightly stroking her haunches as she works her little pussy. I bend down to touch her hand with my tongue, right over where her little pleasure center must be. She gives another little start and her hand moves a little faster. Bending down I can smell her arousal. Her hand is slippery with a combination of the massage oil and her own juices. I blow on her hand and kiss it some more. It moves faster and faster. She's making little cooing noises now. I'm inches from her hand and stroking right up her inner thighs with my fingers. She tenses up and lifts her bottom off the bed, closer to my warm breath. With a couple of explosive breaths she's huffing and moaning and her legs clamp me round the ears holding my head in a vice-like grip. I free myself and lie beside her, holding and loving her. She's sobbing into my chest. I tell her 'congatulations' and brush the damp hair off her face. My dick is laying forgotten. After a while we dress and head on down to breakfast. She insists we go to the American style restaurant and she downs pancakes and fries. I watch her smiling across the table. We now share a confidence together, a secret intimacy. We grin like a couple of co-conspirators who have just completed the job. "(Russ) You are beautiful," I half whisper to her. "(Russ) I think you are the nicest person in the world," she answers. Pushing my foot with hers. "I love you", I say in English. She doesn't answer, instead she screws her eyes up. When she opens them again the tears begin to run down her face. I give her some Roubles to play with and tell her I'm off to deal with the Byzantine bureacracy. She bobs off blowing me kisses and I'm off to face the Ministry. The US consulate was the worst, ironically. They photocopy everything I had and promise I'll have an answer in a fortnight. Then comes the Exterior Ministry and the most crucial, the Office of Adoption Services. I pour out the story to the middle-aged lady in the office. I show her everything I had. Apparently Russian/Americans are in pretty good odor because there has been a great deal of investment from that quarter recently. She didn't want to upset a possible flow of yankee dollars. The clincher was a stroke of genius on my part. Towards the end of the interview I play a hunch and say, "Of course I will see to it that she attends church regularly". She arches her eyebrows and replies, "The holy father will be grateful for your diligence". The Russian Orthodox religion had been gaining ground recently and I'd heard that there were little clumps of believers in the ministries. I figured the Adoption office would be a natural place for some to be. So I head back to the hotel with everything I need save the US Visa. I knew that would be a hurdle. That and the signature from Lina's nearest surviving relative. Her mother had been taken into a nursing hospital in Belozersk. The years or drinking cheap booze had finally caught up with her. Her father, it turned out, had been in the army and been killed on active service, probably Chechnya. Guardianship of Lina had devolved to an Aunt, now living in Moscow. A few phone calls and the use of a fax got that thing organized. Everything now hung on the US embassy for a visa and confirmation of Guardianship. The confirmation was necessary if I was to get guardianship recognized under US law. If I was applying, it would have been rejected straight away. That's why the guardianship was to be in the name of Professor Vya'scheshev, Head of Russian Studies, Furneaux College, Anaheim, California, and, of course, my father. We just had to wait. Lina had blown her roubles when I met up with her later at the hotel. Oddly enough, most of the stuff she'd bought was for all the other kids at the Foster Center. She had spent some time down by the river, just thinking. She thought about Anya, 'The Fox', Vasiliy and, of course Eric. He had made her feel so nice this morning. 'Was this what love is'? She didn't know. She wished Anya was here, Anya always knew what to do. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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