Codes: MF,Mf,MfF,Mff,MfffF,voy
By Ivan the Terror
It was my version of a middle-aged crisis. I had been a bachelor since high school, and was now in my early thirties. I worked on computers, which guaranteed that no American woman would give me the time of day without a financial supplement. I was a bit lonely, so decided to turn my life upside-down.
I went online and met
a wonderful 28-year-old lady from the
Well, one thing led to
another, and I was soon flying over to meet them in their small town in the
northern
Fortunately I had studied Russian in High School, so I could sort of communicate with them. As we took the town’s only taxi back to their apartment we discussed how long I was staying, the weather, and what I wanted to do during my “rest” (as vacations are called in Eastern Europe).
I said that it was their country, and that I didn’t have any specific plans. The idea that there wasn’t any schedule was difficult to communicate, but I believe I got the point across.
We arrived at their house. It was a Soviet built apartment building. ‘What a dump!’ I thought. The bricks were falling off the sides, one corner looked like it was collapsing, the front door was missing, and there wasn’t a blade of grass in the mud around the building. As I followed Irena’s beautiful butt into the building (surreptitiously keeping an eye out for falling ceilings), my initial diagnosis didn’t get much better. The interior steps were crumbling, the elevator had given up the ghost years ago, most of the mail boxes on the walls were missing covers, graffiti was everywhere (in English!), and most of the hall and stairwell lights were burnt out. We climbed to the sixth floor.
At least the apartment had a door. Olga unlocked it and we went in. Not too bad. She had done nicely with what she had. There was wallpaper covering the cement walls and tile over the concrete floor with area rugs. The apartment was a sorta studio. It had a bathroom, toiletroom, kitchen and commonroom.
It was getting a bit late in the day, and I had major jet lag, so I asked Olga if I could lie down and take a nap. She folded a bed out of the couch, and I removed my shoes and climbed in. I was out like a light.
I awoke at 4 am. Looking around (there was light coming in from the street) I noticed that Olga was sleeping on one side of me and Irena was on the other! Apparently this was the only bed in the place. Unable to resist, I reached out under the covers toward Olga who was curled up facing away from me. I touched bare skin! With a trembling hand, I felt lower until I realized that my hand was cupping one of her cheeks! She was completely in the buff!
Turning toward Irena,
I performed a similar check, she was completely nude as well!
‘Well, when in
Turning on my side toward Irena, the bed was so narrow that I automatically spooned her. I could smell her hair and feel her back against my chest. Instant hard-on time. As my hard-on grew, it started probing between her legs, which made it even harder. She sighed and pressed back against me, rubbing her cunt lips against my member. As my cock twitched against her cunt, she sighed more in her sleep and pressed back more. Soon she was leaking juice all over my hard cock as her cunt lips were wrapped around it. Knowing that slipping it to her would immediately wake her up (8” of man meat will do that to a virgin), I reluctantly abstained. Instead I reached down and started rubbing her engorged clit and she moaned, grunted, and thrashed about. Suddenly she froze, quivered slightly, and sighed as she came, her pussy lips quivering deliciously on the top of my cock.
In desperate need I flipped over and spooned Olga, her mother. In no time she was moaning like her daughter a minute ago. I cupped her perky tits, playing with the erect nips, as I positioned myself below her pussy. I moved up slightly and slid the head into her tight pussy. Man! She was tight, almost like she had never had a kid. Slowly moving in and out I penetrated deeper, concentrating hard so that I did not cum immediately. Soon I was buried to the balls. Her pussy was pulsating along my cock; after having rubbed it all over her daughter’s virgin pussy I was ready to cum. I didn’t last long. After two strokes I started cumming myself, pumping what seemed like a quart of jism in her tight pussy. A moment later she came with a gasp, having an orgasm similar to her daughter’s, sorta seizure like. Amazingly she didn’t wake up either.
I waited a few minutes and then slid out, rolling over onto my back. That was nice to wake up to. Exhausted, I fell back asleep.
I woke up a few hours later. Olga was gone but Irena was still in bed. Turning towards her I saw that she was awake. Her gorgeous blue eyes looked straight into mine. She smiled, giggled, said “Dobrie Utra” (Good Morning) and hopped out of bed, still completely in the buff! I watched as she went over to the cabinet on the wall, pulled out some panties and a shirt and put them on. I stared as she bent over to put on the panties. She had a wonderful ass and I could just see the back of her pussy.
After she was done she collapsed in a chair (as only kids can do). She obviously didn’t know what to talk about. I decided to give a little show, so I flipped back the covers and climbed out of bed. I was semi-hard watching her stare at my cock so I was sure that it looked pretty impressive to her. I pranced over to the bathroom, took a leak, then, following her example, went to my bags, found a loose pair of boxers, and put them on. Irena watched every move that I made. I could tell that she was a little disappointed when I pulled on my briefs, but I knew that Olga, wherever she was, would show up soon.
Still dressed in my loose boxers, I took my toilet kit and went to the sink and shaved. Irena watched this and giggled some more, obviously not having seen a guy shave before. I grinned and tweaked her nose, leaving a dab of shaving cream on the tip. She giggled again, jumped up and ran into the kitchen where I heard her talking to Olga. I pulled on a T-shirt and went into the kitchen. Olga said that she saw this in a movie and presented me with her version of an “American Breakfast” (Amerikanskaya Zakuska) which were a stack of blini (sweet pancakes) with dab of sour cream on them (I guess she thought the whipped cream in the movie was sour cream). After surreptitiously pushing aside the sour cream, I ate the blini, which were quite good. Irena had a few sitting across from me at the small two-person table. I played a game of footsie with her as we ate and Olga puttered around the kitchen. I couldn’t help but wonder if Olga realized I had fucked her last night.
As we finished, Olga asked me what I wanted to do today. I said that if she didn’t have any ideas, how about seeing her town? I figured that it couldn’t be as bad as what I had already seen.
I was wrong. What a dump! The more I saw the more I realized how little Americans appreciate what they have. Walking along the broken sidewalk, I watched women using hand washers (rib boards) to do clothes, ladies beating rugs with brooms, crumbling buildings, three to ten(!) foot potholes in the roads, unemployment so high that young men in their 20s were just sitting around doing nothing. Depressing.
As we walked, I held Irena’s pretty hand, every once in a while giving it a little squeeze, which would make her look at me and smile. It was the only thing that made things bearable. Watching her in her loose sundress was its own reward as well.
Around one o’clock we stopped at a café/bar for lunch. Olga thought it was a bit early for lunch, but I was hungry, and Irena said she wanted something too. We went in and looked at the menu, which was written on a chalkboard next to the register. I didn’t recognize anything at all except for the bottom, which said, “Coke”. I asked Olga to order and that I wanted a coke as well. She went to the register, paid for it, then took the receipt to the window in the back (I had thought that it was for cleanup) and called over someone in the kitchen and gave them the receipt.
After waiting a good half-hour, Olga was handed some plates, which she brought over to the table. Irena was all excited, she didn’t get to eat out very often. Irena and Olga scarfed down the food while I tried to figure out what it was. There was a non-descript meat patty (beef, chicken, pork, or something else – I couldn’t tell), some canned corn, and some sort of coleslaw that didn’t taste like coleslaw. However, the coke was good, made with real sugar, much better than the corn syrup stuff in the States. I just wish they would refrigerate it. Warm coke – blah!
After lunch we were bustled out of the café, apparently loitering after lunch is not allowed. Olga dropped off the dishes at the counter (I was right – it was for cleanup!) and we left.
We sat on a bench across the sidewalk from the café (a good portion of the town was sidewalks, not roads since no-one could afford a car anyway) and talked for a while. Olga worked in the main office of the one place keeping the town alive, the bolt factory on the east end of town. Unfortunately she couldn’t get off of work (today was Sunday) without loosing her job to one of the unemployed around town. With 60-70% unemployment, that was a constant worry. So she had to work all week. Irena was off of school for the two month summer break. Fortunately she was twelve now and didn’t need daycare.
I had planned on
staying for a few weeks, but knew that I would go stir-crazy here, so
mentioned that maybe next weekend we could go into
The rest of the day we planned the next weekend. Olga went to her neighbors place and used their telephone to call and make reservations at the Radisson Kievsky, the fanciest place in town (only $120 a night – piddly).
Around 8 o’clock I was dogging it, drowsing in my chair, and Olga suggested that I get some sleep. She also told me that she would be gone in the morning, she had to work from 7 to 6. “You and Irena will find something to do, yes?”
Again I awoke at about 4 with Irena on my left and Olga on my right. Thinking about last night made me instantly as hard as a rock. Turning toward Irena I immediately had her spooned again, my cock rubbing against her pussy lips. She sighed and snuggled back against me, pressing my cock tighter against her pussy, the lips spreading around the top side of my cock. I could tell she was excited by the ton of pussy juice that she lathered on my cock.
I was close, I was so close that I had to take a chance. I pulled back a little so my cock was pointing at a greater angle. Irena felt it pull back, whimpered, then pushed back trying to keep contact. Since I had changed the angle, as she pushed back the cock-head pushed against her pussy then popped in! Irena let out a “Mmmmm” of pleasure then her pussy started squeezing my cock head. I didn’t dare move, knowing that pushing any further at this point would wake her up as I broke her cherry.
Needless to say, I didn’t last long buried in this tight pulsating pussy. With a grunt I came, and came, and came. It was the biggest cum of my life. I must have shot an awful lot of spunk into her hole, because after a few minutes I felt her quim fill up and start coming back out.
The feel of the warm spunk filling her must have set off her orgasm as well since she froze like last time, quivered, sighed, and then relaxed, snuggling up to me, leaving my cock in her quim. I hugged her close and fell back asleep.
After an hour or two, I awoke again in a panic, it was six o’clock and her mother would be getting up any minute! I unwrapped myself from Irena who whimpered quite a bit at this, a lay back, just in time for the alarm to go off next to the bed. I pretended to sleep as I watched Olga get up (not bad, not bad at all!), get dressed, and leave. I rolled over and wrapped myself around Irena again, which she sighed and pressed against me in obvious pleasure.
I was (of course) hard as a rock again, so I slipped the head back up in her fantastic cunt. I wrapped my arm around her and played with her nipples, which, even though her tits were barely developed A cups, were hard as my hard-on. Irena started moving about causing my cock to piston slightly in her cunt. Soon she started exclaiming, “Uh, uh, uh, Uh!” as she thrust back against me. I could feel her cherry hitting the head of my cock and it took a lot of work to keep her from breaking it! Suddenly she came with tightened muscles with a quiver. Fantastic! Her pussy squeezing my cock head, after all that, made me cum as well, adding to the spunk already filling her tight cunt.
Being morning, this time she awoke when she came, fortunately rolling away so that she didn’t realize I was in her moist pussy. She got up and headed for the toilet, where she cleaned herself up, probably thinking that she had wet herself during the night. I just lay there and watched, enjoying her cleaning off her pussy. I could see everything from the common room.
Deciding that it was now or never, I got up as she was cleaning and walked over to the bathroom. Even though I had just cum, the sight of her cleaning her pussy had made me hard as a rock again. She didn’t see me walking up behind her since she was concentrating on cleaning, so it was surprise when I came up behind her, picked her up, placed her on my hard-on so it was against her pussy lengthwise, hugged her to me, and kissed her on top of her head. She giggled and said, “Good Morning!” I held her for a moment like that (wonderful!), then, not wanting to push things too fast, put her down, letting my hard-on drag against her pussy and ass as I did so. She obviously didn’t mind since she moaned slightly as I did it. Man, this little vixen was hot.
I went over to the bathroom to shave. I managed to get my boner to relax a bit so I could take my morning piss, so I went back to the toilet room and took care of it. Feeling exhibitionistic I wandered into the kitchen where Irena was. Apparently she had decided that since I wasn’t wearing anything that she didn’t need to either. Man she looked good in the morning sun shining through the window. As I watched she prepared two bowls of cereal and put them at the table. We sat down to eat them. Like yesterday we played footsie while we ate. I was really falling for this gorgeous girl.
After breakfast, we went into the common room, folded up the bed, turned on the TV, and settled on the couch. Being late August, it was a tad chilly in the morning and I could see that she was getting cold just sitting there. So, boldly, I asked her if you wanted to come over and sit on my lap to get warm. She thought for a moment, then said, “All right.”
She got up and came over to me staring at my boner which was sticking straight up. She giggled and said, “How can I sit?” I held my boner down flat and let her climb into my lap. I could smell her wonderful hair which added an extra inch to my hard-on. After she settled back I let go and my boner settled back into the standard position between her legs against her cunt. Irena squirmed around a bit until her pussy lips were wrapped around the top of my cock then settled back to watch the TV show.
I was in second heaven. Here she was, awake, and doing this voluntarily! Hugging her I started playing with her nips. Giving up any pretense of watching the TV show (one of those stupid old poorly done Soviet propaganda cartoons) she reached down and started playing with my cock.
By now she was leaking juice all over my cock so I whispered, “Ready?” in her ear. “Da,” she answered. I moved her back a bit, positioned my cock vertically, and slowly lowered her until the head popped into her cunt.
“Oi!” She exclaimed.
I kept lowering her until a good inch was in her dripping tight cunt and my cock was pressing against her hymen. I grunted, “Ready?” again.
“Deliyete! (Do it!)” she practically yelled and pushed herself downward. I felt her cherry break as she sank another three inches down. “Ahhh, da….”
I couldn’t believe how wonderful this felt. It was the tightest, warmest, and most active cunt I had ever been in! She spread her legs further, hugging her knees, and sank down until my entire 8” was buried to the hilt.
After sitting there for a moment with a look of pure animal pleasure on her face, she began to move, sliding up and down my shaft. By this time both of us were inarticulate as I grunted and she exclaimed, “Da!” with each downstroke. After cumming twice that morning already in her cunt, I was able to hold back for a bit. I felt her cum as her muscles clenched so tight I heard her joints crack. She collapsed against me with a sigh, but I wanted her to really remember this, so I started thrusting up into her, holding her small beautiful breast with one arm, while I played with her clit with the other. Soon she was making grunting noises and came again which triggered me. I dumped another load in that fantastic pussy, this time all the way in it.
Afterward we just sat there, exhausted. Irena fell into a light doze, her pussy occasionally clenching around my shrunken cock. I just leaned back with Irena on top of me and rested. This was the most fantastic time of my life. I must have dozed off myself because I awoke to Irena washing me off with a towel, taking a good look at my semi-hard cock (from the stimulation) in the process.
I looked down, she looked up, grinned, and continued to play with my (now fully erect) cock. She climbed into my lap, positioned herself, and leaned back until she had me buried to the hilt. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. She was the cutest thing I had ever seen. I leaned forward and taking her face in my hands kissed her fully on the mouth. She didn’t respond at first because I don’t think she knew how, but soon enough she was frenching me back.
We didn’t fuck but just sat there, joined, french kissing for what seemed like hours. After a while I decided to try something new, so I reached down and cupped her perfect buns. She seemed to enjoy this, so I reached down with my right forefinger and slowly inserted it up her ass. Combined with my cock and the kissing, it took her over the edge and she started cumming, and cumming, and cumming. I didn’t believe anyone could cum like that. She clenched her muscles so hard that I was afraid she would pinch off my cock in her pussy. She came for so long that I was getting worried. She finally collapsed and passed out.
I just sat there with her on my lap, enjoying her sweet smelling hair combined with the smell of girl sweat and sex. She slept with her arms around me and her cunt occasionally twitching around my cock. Every once in a while she let out a small sigh.
I must have dozed off again, because when I looked at my watch it was 5 o’clock!
Shit, her mother would be home in an hour! I woke up Irena, and we quickly dressed. I also opened one of the windows for a minute to air out the room and get rid of the sex smell.
When Olga came in at 6:15, we were sitting on the divan watching TV, looking quite innocent. Olga went into the kitchen and started making dinner. Irena and I exchanged glances, I with a small smile, Irena giggling.
We rounded out the day with dinner, another game of footsie, and an hour of TV before I collapsed into bed again.
Like usual I awoke at about 4 am. I was already hard as a rock thinking about the previous nights and reliving the day before in my dreams. Irena and Olga were both sleeping with their backs toward me. Looking at them in the light from the window I could hardly tell them apart. Both of them had fantastic bodies and beautiful ripe butts. Since I knew that Irena was available to me, and I had neglected Olga the night before, I decided to take care of her first. I rolled over and spooned her, cupping her right breast and putting the head of my cock against her pussy.
Almost instantly her nipple hardened and she started moaning a little. I started rubbing my meat against her pussy, doing a quick stroke against her clit on the forward thrust. In almost no time I felt my cock start to slide easier as it was coated with pussy juice flowing from her cunt. I moved down a little and then back up as I slowly slid into her tight pussy. I still couldn’t believe that she had had a kid, her cunt was so tight.
Because I had cum so many times the day before, I was able to hold out when she came. I was planning on taking care of Irena next, but when I started to pull back from Olga, I realized that she had grabbed my arm and was holding on for dear life! I couldn’t extract myself. I was hard as a rock and I couldn’t release her! I tried various things for about a half hour then gave up. I dozed off playing with her nipple and with my 8” of man meat buried in her cunt.
A few hours later I awoke to the sensation of her pussy pulsating on my still semi-erect cock. It rapidly got hard. It was then that I realized that Olga had turned her head back and was looking at me! I looked back and she glanced over to make sure Irena was still asleep, then, slipping me out she climbed on top of me, positioned herself, and lowered herself until I was completely buried.
She raised herself up, then slammed down and started fucking me like crazy! After several hours in her pussy I was barely able to hold out, then she had one of her seizure-like orgasms, and feeling her pussy clamping on my cock was too much and I came, and came, and came. It must have been the longest cum I had ever had.
As I fell back, exhausted, she got up, went to the bathroom, cleaned herself up, got dressed, came over, kissed me (nice long tongue!), harrumphed, and then left for work. I was totally pooped, so I just spooned Irena and went back to sleep.
Irena must have been really exhausted from yesterday because she was still asleep when I got up two hours later. I decided to give her a treat, so I rolled her on her back, spread her legs, admired her gorgeous pussy for a minute, and then began to eat breakfast.
Irena started to moan a bit and I could tell she was waking up, so I wrapped my lips around her yummy clit and began to suck, hard. She started, “Uh! Uh! Uh!” then with a literal scream, came. Her thighs wrapped themselves around my head so tight that it actually hurt and she thrashed all over the bed between quivers. She must have cum for over ten minutes. The whole time my head was caught between her clenched thighs, although I wasn’t complaining. I occasionally gave her engorged clit another lick which may have extended things a bit.
She sank back exhausted on the bed as I got up and went to do my morning piss and shave. By this time Irena was coming around, so I suggested that we take a bath, both being a little sweaty.
Apparently baths are a special occasion because she exclaimed, “Da!” and ran to the bathroom and started running water in the tub. I watched her bending over the side of the tub and started to get hard again. I snuck up behind her, aimed, then grabbed her and rammed forward, instantly burying my 8” of man meat in her wet pussy.
“Oi!” she exclaimed. I started ramming hard, Irena giving off an “Oi!” each time I rammed inwards. Neither of us lasted very long, my spewing a pint of spunk into her pussy as she gave off another loud “Arragh!” as she came. I lifted her up, keeping my cock buried in her, and climbed into the tub. Not wanting to just have a sexual relationship, but wanting even more, I played games with her in the tub, splashing and tickling. When we started to shrivel pretty bad, we staggered out of the tub and dried each other off, giggling.
For the rest of the week, I fucked Irena all day long, and then gave a good fuck to Olga in the morning before she left for work. My fuck toy was getting a little sore, so I started giving more oral sex to Irena, fucking her only two or three times a day and eating her out another four times or so. The only time everyone relaxed was in the evening when Olga and Irena played innocent with each other and I kept my mouth shut.
I awoke at 4 am, like
usual. It was Friday night, and
we were catching the train into
We got up at 6:30, quickly dressed, and headed for the train station. We got there and it was as dumpy as the rest of the town. The station itself was a small shack (at least it was brick) were some old lady sold us three tickets. Soon the train arrived. It was an old electric with five beat up old rickety cars behind it. Inside there were rows of cheap orange plastic seats. The windows wouldn’t close all the way, making the temperature in the car close to freezing in the morning air.
The two of them huddled next to me. Irena was so excited that she kept plastering her face to the window, watching the countryside with the little shacks whiz by, then turning back to us and cuddling again when she got too cold. The old lady in the cross seat facing us (we were at the end of the car) kept talking a mile a minute the whole way – I didn’t understand more than a word here or there. I just smiled and let Olga talk to her.
A few hours later we
got to
Our train soon pulled into the train station. We exited the train and took the tunnel to the main station. At the entrance to the station I hailed a taxi. One immediately pulled up from the stand across the street. The driver got out and opened our door. This was a bit unusual, but I could see the dollar signs in his eyes as he saw country bumpkins.
We got an unasked for tour as we were driven to the hotel. I didn’t mind, I wanted to see more of the city anyway, let the driver make a few detours and make a few extra bucks. We arrived at the Radisson soon enough.
Both Olga’s and Irena’s jaws dropped as we got out of the Taxi. The Radisson was six to ten stories, had valets, a restaurant, and from the front it looked like there was a glass enclosed pool area on the roof (although I bet Olga and Irena didn’t know what that was from this angle). They just stood there in shock, awe or both. I took them both by the elbow and led them into the lobby.
Naturally, the desk clerk spoke perfect English, so I was able to check in quickly. I led my two ladies to the elevator and we went up to our room on the seventh floor. I had to lead the two of them, I think that they were still in shock. Opening the door with the keycard, I distinctly heard Irena say, “Cool!” I guess she had learned that from me sometime in the last week. As they entered the room (a standard hotel room), Olga turned to me, muttered “Thank You! Spaceiba! Thank You!” and gave me a big hug and a nice long kiss. Irena was running all over the room checking out the king size bed, the new TV with remote, the shiny bathroom, the mini-fridge, but she froze when she pulled back the curtains.
The view was breathtaking. We could see the river and a large part of old town. There was one of those soviet buildings that the soviets had built everywhere. There was even a barge or two on the river. The three of us just stared out the window for a few minutes.
I was getting hungry since we had missed breakfast, so I suggested that we get some lunch/dinner (same word in Russian). The two of them immediately dived for their bag, pulling out dresses. I don’t know how they fit dresses in that tiny bag, but I wasn’t going to complain.
I had been screwing Irena several times a day for the last week and hadn’t had any sex yet that day. I was even hornier than I was hungry. After watching the two of them pull off their travelling pants, I grabbed a squealing Olga and pulled her into the bathroom. Frenching, I slid down her panties, lifted her and sat her on the edge of the counter, opened my jeans, pulled myself out, and rammed home. She was already wet, so I just kept ramming. She started whispering, “Da” over and over, getting louder and louder. I noticed that we had forgotten to close the door and Irena was peering around the corner, grinning. Olga had her eyes shut as she screamed a final “Ohhh, DA!” and came, squeezing her tight cunt muscles around my cock and making me dump a load of jism into her.
Irena popped her head back as Olga came down. Olga kissed me hard, then hopped off the counter, pulled up her panties, and then headed back into the main room. By the time I got back there they were buttoning up their dresses.
We went down to the hotel restaurant, a pretty snobby place, obviously designed for businessmen. Olga and Irena were delighted with the maitre d’ who seated us and also with the waiter who came over to the table. Except on TV, I don’t think that either of them had ever had a waiter before. The meal was very good, I had a nice big filet mignon; Olga and Irena, not knowing what to get, copied me. From their expressions, it was one of the best meals they had ever had. Irena scarfed down the steak and potato as fast as she could eat, Olga not much slower.
We went out wandering through the city. Because everything would be closed on Sunday, the girls hit a lot of stores. The “malls” were interesting. They were a collection of individually owned kiosks collected in one building, sort of like the outdoor bazaars that cover much of eastern Europe, except indoors and with fancier goods.
At about 4, I told the girls to stay in the shoe kiosk, and I went back to a jewelry dealer I had seen about an hour before. I bought two rings, a small gold band and a platinum band with a big diamond. I hid them in my pocket and went back and shopped with the ladies until everything closed at six.
We moseyed back to the hotel, both Olga and Irena clutching their bags like they were going to disappear or something. The two of them disappeared into the bathroom and I asked if they wanted something to eat. Irena stuck her head out the door and said, “Da!”. There was a coupon for Domino’s next to the room phone, so I ordered a sausage pizza. I didn’t know if they would like real pizza since what they called pizza (I tried it earlier that week) was crackers with ketchup and a slice of kielbasa on it.
They were still in the bathroom giggling when the pizza arrived. I paid the delivery guy and snitched a slice. Oh! That was good. I must have lost over 10 lbs in the last week. As I finished the slice, I was treated to something even more delectable as Olga and Irena came out of the bathroom. Both of them were wearing push-up bras (not that Irena really needed one yet) and split panties. They both grinned at me as my jaw dropped and I gasped, “Wow!” I just stood frozen as the two of them came over, each took an arm, and led me over to the bed.
Olga leaned over and gave me a big French kiss with lots of tongue. Then Irena did the same thing! Olga then unfastened my pants, and with Irena’s help, pulled them off, along with my underwear. Olga then leaned in and frenched me again, this time cupping my balls as she did so. Then, right in front of her mother, Irena did the same thing! Before I could even react, Olga straddled me and sank down on my cock the whole way. Irena straddled my face the other way and I gladly started licking the delicious pussy. The three of us only lasted about 5 minutes before having a three way orgasm, Irena and Olga creaming all over me while I filled Olga’s pussy.
As they collapsed onto the bed, I half stumbled, half crawled over to my jacket and pulled out the two ring cases. I returned to the bed, and pulled the two girls upright, sitting on the edge. What a sight, all four nips were hard as rock. Both of them squealed as I presented them with the ring cases. They slowly opened the cases, and as they got them open, I took out the rings and put them on their fingers. “Olga and Irena – will you marry me?” The rest of the evening was a blur, but I remember making love to both of them several times. I guess the answer was yes!
After making love all day Sunday, we took the morning red-eye back to their little burg. I told Olga that she didn’t need to work at the factory any more, but she wanted to go show all her friends the ring. That was fine, I had a lot of work to do myself.
I had to arrange for a
fiancé visa, which would unfortunately take six months.
That meant that I would have to leave them until I could pick them up
at the U.S. Embassy six months from now.
The other thing I had to arrange is expenses.
I went online at a Internet café on the other side of town, opened a
new account at my bank, transferred $1000 into it, and had them send me the
cash card. I called the friend
from work who was collecting my mail for me, paying Olga’s neighbor $100 for
the use of the phone, and had him express the card to me here in the
Wandering about town,
I still couldn’t get over what a dive it was.
It made the slums of
As I approached the apartment, I saw Irena out front with two blonde girls about her age. As I got closer, I saw they were drop dead gorgeous twins. They looked like supermodels. In fact, they looked a lot like Mila Jovovich, only blonde. I walked over to the trio, and Irena grabbed my hand and gave me a big hug then waved towards the other two. “These are my friends Tanya and Sonya.”
“Prevyet.”
All three of us said together.
They giggled. One of
them, I couldn’t tell them apart, asked, “Are you really taking Irena to
“Yes.”
“Oi! I wish we could go too. Irena is our only friend.” She said sadly as the two of them walked away.
“Irena, why are you their only friend?”
“The live in the orphanage and other kids won’t play with them.”
I was surprised for a second, then I realized that even in this dirt hole, someone has to be at the bottom. I was actually proud of Irena for playing with them, but I didn’t know how to say it in Russian, so I just squeezed her hand.
Irena was quiet, obviously thinking hard about something. She gave me a half-smile, then went back to thinking. She took off walking aimlessly, still thinking hard. I wondered what she was thinking so hard about, I figured it was about how she was going to miss her friends.
That evening, Irena and Olga both showed up at about five. Olga was still bubbling, but Irena looked very serious. Olga heated up some mushroom soup for dinner and we sat down to eat. Irena blurted, “Mama, can Tanya and Sonya come with us?”
Olga looked uncomfortable and replied, “Sorry, no. They are not part of our family.”
Irena looked stubborn and asked, “But what if you ##### them?” I didn’t know what that word meant, so I pulled out my dictionary and looked it up. I started choking on my soup when I realized that the word was “adopt”. Olga looked shocked.
“Honey, that wouldn’t be #### to Bob.” I quickly looked up that word and saw that it meant “fair”.
“Why?” whined Irena.
“Because he only asked us.”
Irena harrumphed, then started spooning soup rapidly. She was obviously very unhappy and hadn’t given up yet.
I ate my soup, but after the meal, while Irena was sulking in the living room, I said to Olga, “I don’t mind if we take Tanya and Sonya with us. It is your decision.”
“Really? That is a lot of kids.”
“They seem like nice girls, and Irena really likes them, and I love her, so there is no problem.”
Olga stood in thought for a minute, it was funny how much she looked like Irena. “Ok, tomorrow we will talk to the orphanage director. Don’t tell Irena until we know if it will work.”
That night I made love to Olga, Irena was too busy sulking to join in, although she did give me a kiss when I told her I loved her. The next morning she took off right away, not even eating breakfast. I could tell that Olga was upset with her, but she didn’t say anything.
We stopped at the cash machine over by the restaurant, and I took out the max, 2250 Hryvnias ($300). I figured better to be prepared. Olga just stared with big eyes as more and more money spat out the slot. Then we went to the orphanage which was right down the street from Olga’s house.
It was in even worse shape than the dump Olga lived in. There was a playground, but the equipment was rusty and falling apart. Half the windows were broken and boarded up, some with only paper. There were kids everywhere, there must have been 20-30 in the yard alone. Irena was there talking to the twins, I don’t think they even saw us enter the building.
There was an older kid, maybe around 16-17 sitting at the desk. He looked really bored as he sat there reading an old beat up book. He looked a little surprised when we came in the door and marched up to the desk. When we asked for the director, he told us to wait and went into a small door next to the desk.
Soon a worn out looking lady came out. Olga said that we wanted to talk to her about two of the kids. She sighed and led us back into the office. The kid at the desk was a bit disappointed, he really was trying to hear what was going on.
There were two plain chairs in front of her desk. We carefully sat down. The director pulled out a small ledger and asked, “Which kids and what did they do?”
Olga replied very
rapidly and the conversation got way too fast for me.
The general gist was that we were going to
The director got to
“Ooh” and “Ahh” over Olga’s ring, and then we got down to business.
Apparently, this orphanage had never done an adoption, all the
adoptions done were out of the
I laid 2000 Hryvnias on the desk and said, “Does this help?”
Apparently it did, because the director’s eyes got very big and the money disappeared in an eyeblink. She and Olga started discussing the details. Apparently there was one hangup, Olga was unable to adopt, her income was too low. However, surprisingly, I could. As I demonstrated the ability to support the kids, and I was engaged. The issue there is that I would have to take them with me when I left in five days, and the paperwork might not go through that fast.
I just looked at the director, rubbed my fingers together and said, “Skolka?” (How much?)
Well, we needed bribes
for everyone up the line. She
would personally go to
I promised her that I
would drop off an additional 4000 Hryvnias over the next few days.
She would use the 2000 she had for the bribes in
After another hour of jabbering between Olga and the director, we left. Irena and the twins were still sitting in the courtyard talking. I turned to Olga and asked, “Should we tell them?”
She grinned and nodded.
We went over to the girls, holding hands. Irena looked up as we approached. She sadly turned to Tanya and Sonya and said goodbye, got up and came over. Olga, said as she approached, “Aren’t Tanya and Sonya coming too? After all, they are your sisters.”
Irena stopped in confusion for a moment, then squealed, “Really?” When Olga nodded, she gave first Olga a big hug then turned to me and gave me one. She turned and ran over to the twins, taking a skip or two while she ran, nearly tripping over her own feet.
Irena rapidly spoke to Tanya and Sonya, waving her hands in the air and jumping up and down. Sudden both Tanya and Sonya shrieked simultaneously. The three girls started jumping up and down together as they all group hugged.
The three of them came running over to Olga and me. One of the twins (I still couldn’t tell them apart) rapidly asked, “Is it true? We can go with you?”
I nodded and said, “Da”.
The two of them shrieked again, gave Olga and me big hugs. Olga told them to go get their things and they ran inside the building. They were back in less than a minute with a few photos, a ragged teddy bear and a few heavily patched dresses.
The other kids were swarming around us, Tanya and Sonya were rapidly babbling to everyone that they were going “home”. Several of the other kids looked jealous. Olga mentioned that they could come back and visit tomorrow but that we had to go now.
The twins were too busy clutching their treasures to do any waving, but they were so excited that it was almost an aura around them.
We didn’t have to go far, after all, Olga’s apartment was right down the street. As we walked, Olga explained that I was adopting them and that they were going with me, and that Irena and she were going to join us in a few months. That dampened things a little, but they were still really excited.
We got up to the apartment, and they dumped their stuff in a corner. I mentioned to Olga that we needed to get them some clothes, and she said, “Let’s go shopping!”
The local store was a bit strange. It had really cheesy clothes from several years ago. We found several dresses that weren’t so bad. We also hit a local shoe store. The twins were so excited for so long that they were getting a bit burned out. We stopped at the restaurant on the way back, and they were so over stimulated that they could barely let out a squeal or two, they had never been to a restaurant before.
When we got back to the apartment, the two of them along with Irena collapsed on the couch and almost instantly fell asleep. Olga and I sat on the floor in front of the couch and cuddled while we watched TV for a few hours. Irena woke up and cuddled with us after about an hour. I dozed off at about nine, Olga woke me up a few minutes later saying it was time to sleep.
We woke the twins who went and used the toilet while we folded out the bed. They came out of the toilet room and dropped their dresses on the spot. Holy shit! The two of them looked like supermodels. Perfect teenage tits and light blonde bushes. I hadn’t had any pussy since last night and was instantly hard as a rock. Feeling exhibitionistic, I undressed as well while Olga and Irena went to use the toilet.
The twins had collapsed back on the bed and were sleepily watching me. I smiled at them and climbed in next to them. They were asleep almost immediately. I dozed off myself before Irena and Olga got back.
Waking up a four like usual, I was confused for a second at what was over my face, until I realized that it was hair, both Irena’s and one of the twins. The twin nearest to me was draped over my right side, and Irena draped over my left. It was very nice, except I felt a bit trapped, so I worked my arms out and wrapped them around the girls. They unconsciously snuggled in closer, Olga and the other twin snuggling in behind them. I dozed off again.
I awoke again and both Irena and the closer twin had turned away, resting their heads on my upper arms. I had a nice teenage tit in each hand. Nice. I was getting a little sore so I worked my arms out from around the girls, then I spooned Irena and slid home. She sighed and cuddled back, unconsciously clamping her pussy around my cock. As I started stroking, she stroked back automatically until she sighed and came, milking a load of cum from my cock.
Leaving myself plugged in, I dozed off again. I awoke to a wonderful milking sensation on my cock. I discovered that I was still spooning Irena, but she was now awake and working on my dick. I noticed that the twins were awake, still naked, and kneeling over where my cock was buried in Irena, watching with bright eyes. Olga just rolled her eyes and leaned back on her elbows, giving me a great view of her pretty nips.
Irena was fast approaching her limit, suddenly she froze and came. With a lot of effort, I prevented myself from cumming in that delectable pussy, wanting to keep my hard on for Olga and maybe even the twins.
I slowly withdrew from Irena’s sweet pussy. Olga saw me eyeing her and said, “Take care of Tanya and Sonya, they are your daughters now too.”
The twins squealed and started bouncing up and down. I don’t know how they communicated, but one of them came over and presented her backside to me like they had seen with Irena. “I’m ready Papa” she said. She sure was. Her pussy was dripping and swollen. I slid into her gorgeous tight virgin pussy, deflowering her as I sunk home. She didn’t have much of a hymen, so I think she barely felt it breaking. In any case she started moaning. As I started thrusting she kept repeating over and over, “Pa..Pa!” She and I both rapidly reached the point of no return as she suddenly shrieked, “Oi Papa!” and came, hard. All of her joints popped as she arched her back, came, then passed out. I pumped a nice load of cum into her quivering pussy, but I also managed to stay hard. Her twin came over and positioned herself next to her sister and repeated, “I’m ready Papa”. She was almost identical to her twin, even down to the “Pa” on every stroke. Soon I was worn out after cumming in her as well, and so could hardly move. Olga eagerly leaned over and lapped up the mess. I almost got hard again! I pulled her to me and gave her a big kiss (no Frenching – I am NOT interested in my own cum!) and told her that I loved her.
Today the lady from
the orphanage was going to
The four of us just laid there recuperating, while Olga, the only one with any energy, got up to make some breakfast. Damn, she had a nice ass. I stared as she walked across the room to the kitchen. Even in my worn out condition I got a semi just watching her. And it was all mine! I couldn’t believe my luck. Four of the most gorgeous females on the planet, and they were all mine. I felt like the Brain from Pinky and the Brain, “All Mine! Mine! Mine! Ha, Ha, Ha!”
I enjoyed a nice set of blini on a plate and eight perfect nips around the table. The twins were quiet, had good manners, and ate an unbelievable amount. I think Olga emptied her cupboards making blini that morning.
We spent the rest of the morning as couch potatoes, cuddling on the couch, watching the single TV station that was broadcasting during the morning. For lunch, we ordered pizza again (using the neighbor’s phone). The twins went crazy when the pizza was delivered, they had only heard of such a thing before. I got dressed and went out into the hall to pay for the pizza, when I went back into the apartment with the Domino’s boxes, I was mobbed by beautiful naked girls. Olga was excited as well, she swarmed me just like the rest.
After putting the pizzas on the table, I got undressed again. Since I had had several hours to recover, I was hard again. As Olga and the girls bent over the table nabbing pizza I came up behind her and slid home. She let out a surprised, “Oi!”, stood straight up, reached back, grabbed my hips, sighed, and slowly screwed me back. After depositing a nice big load in her wonderful quim, I sat down at the table, and she sat on my lap, still impaled, as we ate several slices of pizza. A few pieces of sausage were dropped and I had fun chasing them between her legs. Somehow, eating pizza with 4 beautiful girls makes it a lot more fun.
At about five, the five of us headed over to the orphanage. On the way, I stopped by the cash machine and got another 2250 Hryvnias. The twins (and Irena and Olga’s) eyes bugged out. I don’t think they had ever seen that much money.
When we got to the orphanage, the director was happy to see us. She showed me a form, had me sign on the bottom, and then said, “Congratulations!” The twins were mine. They started jumping around and I handed the director another 2000 Hryvnias. I was a little dazed, I was now a father! Now I just had to get them back with me to the States.
We left the orphanage
and headed for the train station.
Since the U.S. Embassy opened at 7am, we were heading for
When we reached Vilnius, they were like zombies as we led them to a cab which took us back to the Radisson, and we got up to the room and collapsed on the bed. I told the desk to give us a wake up call at 6am, only 5 hours away.
At 6am, Olga and I
dragged the girls over toward the embassy.
They were in better shape that Olga and I, we were out on our feet,
whereas they had slept on the train.
We got to the embassy at about 6:45, the line was already around the
block. As we waited in the line,
Olga went down the street to a convenience store and picked up some
breakfast for us. By 8:30 we got
in the door (using my passport).
The embassy was interesting. It
was obviously built with American designs, it was the first place that felt
like home that I had been to since I got to the
After a few minutes I got up to the window with a frazzled looking lady behind it. I explained the situation and she assigned an agent for us and set up an appointment for 11:45. Rather than leave and try to get back in, we camped out in the lobby until our name was called around 12:30. One of the marine guards told me that that was pretty fast, usually it took another hour or two.
We met up with the agent. I gave her the pile of paperwork from the orphanage, including the I-604s I had paid so much for. I explained that I was engaged to Olga, and the twins were like daughters to her. The agent didn’t look too happy, but talked rapidly in Ukrainian to the twins, I didn’t understand a word. Apparently, she didn’t hear anything wrong, because she harrumphed, then said to me, “It sounds like they like you enough, but I am still a little unsure.”
I mentioned that Olga and Irena were in the lobby, and she told the three of us to wait, and she went to talk to them. About 10 minutes later she returned and told us to come back at 15:30. She would consult with her bosses and let us know then.
We wandered the streets around the embassy for the next couple of hours. We got back to the embassy at around 15:15. There was posted a list on a bulletin board of people who were to pick up their visas. About halfway down were listed the twins. They were reading the Cyrillic translation next to it and started dancing and hugging Olga, Irena and me. I extracted myself and went over and got in line to get the visas.
When we got to the window, I was sent to a second window where the agent we had talked to earlier was waiting. She told me that since I had already adopted the twins, technically they were immediately afforded permanent resident status in the U.S. and were on the fast track for citizenship, in fact, they would be citizens the second they entered the U.S.! She ushered us back into the office, where she sat each of the twins down in front of a camera, took their picture, took their fingerprints, and then issued them IR-3 immigrant visas on the spot!
The agent explained that I had bypassed over a year of paperwork by just adopting the girls. Apparently, normally I would have had to be approved long before I actually adopted the girls. I didn’t mention that the reason I was able to adopt them was a bribe. Now, the state department was presented with fate accompli. She mentioned that there was a filing fee of $670 per child, but since I could not be expected to have that money on hand, I had 30 days to send payment. Now that is some filing fee!
We left the embassy a bit dazed. I called the airline from the payphone in front of the embassy and arranged two more tickets for my flight the next morning. We staggered back to the hotel. We were all running on adrenalin at this point, so when we got back to the room, in spite of the excitement, we collapsed and fell asleep. I was barely awake enough to schedule a wake up call for 6 am, for our 10 am flight.
We slept through the evening and night. The wake up call woke up everyone at 6. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time to fool around, just to run to the central post office to pick up the cash card for the new account and then run to the airport.
We checked out of the hotel and caught a cab to the downtown post office. I had emailed my friend to send the card there when it came in. It was supposed to be in two days ago, and it was sent international express, so it should be at the post office today.
After waiting in line for an hour, we got to the window. It took them another half hour (and 500 Hryvnias under the counter) to find the package. We went outside and I used the nearest payphone to activate the card. Olga’s eyes were big when I handed it to her. I told her that she could spend up to 5000 Hryvnias ($650) a month with it. That must have seemed like an unbelievable amount to her. The flight was leaving in two hours, so we rushed to the Boryspil airport.
After the twins and I checked in – a lot of paperwork for them – we had to say our goodbyes to Olga and Irena. Olga wrapped her arms around me, muttering “I love you” into my shoulder, while Irena and the twins were sobbing all over each other. I held Olga for what must have been five minutes, then with a big kiss, turned to Irena. She copied her mother with the big hug and she also whispered, “I love you” into my shoulder. I whispered back, “Ya lubliu tyebye, tojhye” (I love you, too). Then the twins and I had to go through security and we were on our way.
They had been so busy crying and sobbing that they hadn’t been really looking around until now. Their eyes suddenly got big and they took a step closer to me as they noticed how big the place was. Tanya, who was standing next to me, grabbed my hand, and Sonya grabbed Tanya’s other hand. In a kind of parade we marched over to the gate. We took a seat near the window and watched the airplanes until they called for boarding. I led them down the ramp onto the plane. We found our row, they took the two inner seats and I took the aisle.
When the plane took off, I wished I had a video camera. The two of them had a combination of delight, terror, and awe on their faces as they peered out the window at Kiev disappearing below.
Somewhere over Germany they finally calmed down. When the stewardess asked them what they wanted for lunch, they were a little confused. I told them just to tell her what they want from the menu, so they did. It took a few minutes but I think I got the message through that the stewardess would bring the food to them, rather than going to get it themselves. That was a totally foreign concept to them. They sure enjoyed their chicken when it came though. They were fascinated with chicken that didn’t have bones in it.
When we landed in Amsterdam to transfer planes, the airport there was many times the size of the Kiev airport. I had to nudge them along to the next plane because they were so busy rubbernecking.
The 747-400 that we got on for the flight to the U.S. seemed large even for me. The twins were in awe, 10 seats across! We had a row of three seats to ourselves. Again, I let the twins take the two closest to the window and I took the aisle.
Tanya or Sonya (I still couldn’t tell them apart), nudged me after we took off. “Papa,” I loved the sound of that, “I have to use the toilet.” I stood up and walked her down the aisle to the bathrooms. She went in for a second, then opened the door, “Papa, I don’t know how to use the toilet.”
Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, I slipped into the bathroom with her. It was a bit tight. I lifted the lid of the toilet, and you could see everything become clear to her. She shucked her panties and sat down on the toilet. “Ahhh,” she sighed as she relieved herself. She looked up and saw me right in front of her, and she reached up, unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Since it was already semi-hard, she slurped it up and began a wonderful blow job. Within minutes I was pumping her mouth full of man juice.
We straightened ourselves out and headed back to our seats. Completely relaxed, I dozed off while the twins whispered to each other. A while later, the other twin shook my arm and said, “Papa, I have to use the toilet too.” I stood up and walked her back to the toilets. When I opened the door, she pulled me in with her. She lifted the lid, went and flushed without my help. I guess her sister told her how to use the place. Then she stood on the toilet seat facing the wall, bent down so her head was between her knees in an astounding display of flexibility, flipped up her dress, pulled down her panties, and said, “Please, Papa?”
Not one to disappoint a lady, I unzipped, pulled out my already hard cock, and slid forward into that hot pussy. I had to hold her hips because of the strange angle, but soon we were both cumming hard. As I pulled out and packed up, she said, “Thank you Papa”.
I smiled, gave her beautiful buttock a squeeze, and said, “Any time”. She pulled up her panties, flipped her dress down, and somehow straightened out. We left the bathroom and went back to our seats. I was worn out so I dozed off again while the girls rapidly whispered back and forth.
Apparently the flight attendant had helped them since I awoke when the movie was just finishing and the girls were taking off their headsets. The captain announced that we were landing in 15 minutes.
I translated for the girls and they started bouncing again. The one closest to the window popped it open and they both peered out. There wasn’t much to see, mostly farmland and a few lakes. We were coming in along the interstate and they got excited over that for some reason. Then the fasten seatbelts sign came on and I had to fasten in the squirming girls.
I quickly filled out the I-94s and got the rest of the documents ready. I was expecting a lot of red tape and was pleasantly surprised when we got through the line in minutes. We grabbed our bags and quickly got through customs. As we stepped through the door into the main part of the terminal, I gathered the two girls to me and said, “Welcome to America!” They were so excited and happy that they were crying.
I called my parents and asked them to pick us up at the airport. They wanted to know about the “us”, but I told them it was a surprise. I sat with the girls on the bench by the car pickup and told them that Babushka and Dyedushka (Grandma and Grandpa) were on the way to pick us up. They both squealed and started jumping around. I quickly told them that our family “games” were something that they did not do with Grandma and Grandpa, only mama and me. They said that they understood.
Half an hour later they were still bouncing about when my parents pulled up in their SUV. We quickly jumped in the back seat, tossing our bags in the back.
“So who are these lovely ladies?” asked my dad, maybe a second before my mom could.
I grinned and said, “Mom, Dad, meet your new granddaughters, Tanya and Sonya!”
My mom greeted the girls and gave them half hugs across the seat back. My dad concentrated on the airport traffic. She asked me, “So how did this come about?”
“It’s a long story. By the way, my fiancé and her daughter will be joining us in six months too.”
“That must be quite the story!” exclaimed my dad.
I noticed that the girls were burning out fast and starting to doze off in the seat next to me. “Why don’t we get over to my place and get the girls to bed, then I can tell the tale.” I dozed off myself then.
We got back to my townhouse where my mom woke me up and then I got the girls awake enough to go into the house and then pass out on my bed. I met with my parents down in the living room.
“Okay, here goes...” I started. I told them how well the meeting with Olga and Irena had gone. They knew that I was meeting them so that wasn’t a big surprise. I mentioned that the twins were Irena’s best friends and that they were orphans. I said, “So... In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess. I adopted them.”
My dad started laughing so hard that he was holding his sides. My mom gave him a dirty look and said, “From nothing to a wife and three kids overnight. I sure hope you know what you are doing.”
We talked for a while, I mentioned that the adoption was already final, that the girls were de-facto U.S. Citizens and that they really were the girls’ grandparents. I told my mom that we would be over tomorrow and that everyone could get to know everyone else. I asked her to invite my sister over too.
After they left I headed up to my room. I awoke the girls again just enough to show them where the bathroom was and to get them undressed. I got undressed and joined them. As they snuggled up to me I got a perfect stereophonic “I love you Papa,” from both sides.
We all woke up at about five in the morning. One of the girls took my morning wood as an invitation and climbed on board. While I kissed her sister she rode me, squeaking every 30 seconds or so as she had a minor orgasm. I soon filled her, spreading my seed deep into her pussy. She felt the warmth and came hard, nearly passing out. I was sucking on her sisters breasts and she felt her sister cum and came herself.
While they were recovering, I slipped on some pants and a shirt and ran down the street to the convenience store and got a gallon of milk. I was afraid to even look at what was in the carton in the ‘fridge. I just dumped it in the trash. I poured the girls a couple of bowls of Trix, then went and got them. They were in the bathroom, finishing up. I shooed them into the kitchen where I had the bowls laid out. I don’t think they knew what cereal was, but the bowl and spoon spelled soup to them. They both took one spoonful, did a stereophonic “Vakusnye!” (Delicious) and scarfed the rest down.
When they were done, I showed them how to put the bowls in the dishwasher, then I led them to the shower. They hadn’t ever seen a shower before, I guess that they hadn’t tried it in the hotel. Climbing in, we soaped each other up, with a lot of giggles. The twin that I hadn’t fucked that morning bent over and said, “Pajawosta?” (Please). Not one to deny one of my beautiful girls, I slid in and slowly stroked until we both came, her sister petting everything. I gave them both big hugs and kisses, and then we got out of the shower.
We got dressed, they put on some blue jeans with flowers embroidered on them that were in the second hand store in their old hometown, and a ragged blouse. Then we headed out for the local mall. They loved my car, I had a old ’01 Chevy Malibu. They weren’t too happy about the seat belts, but they wore them.
We got to the mall and I led them into the food court. I think they were in shock. The only stores they had ever seen were the small restaurant and the second hand store near the orphanage. I sat them down and said, “Watch the other girls around here and see what they are wearing. We will then get clothes like that.” I left them staring at the groups of girls wandering around the mall and went and got a tray of tacos from Taco John’s and a couple of Cokes. I showed them how to eat the tacos and they took to them like they were starving. I went back and got them a couple of orders of Potato Olés when they quickly polished off four tacos apiece.
We then hit the Gap, Tommy Hilfiger’s and Clair’s; the two of them started to look numb, so I took them back to our apartment. They picked out outfits and we headed out to meet Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt Mary and her two kids, Trisha and Fawn.
At my parent’s house, the girls were overwhelmed by all the attention, especially from Trisha and Fawn. Tanya and Sonya half hid behind me for almost an hour, but the 11 and 10 year old Trisha and Fawn finally drew them out. Ten minutes later they were rolling in the backyard grass while I sat with my parents and sister on the patio and my dad grilled kabobs.
I told them about the trip, how the town had been in ruins; the falling apart apartment; how wonderful Irena and Olga were; what their idea of a restaurant was like; our trip to Kiev; meeting the twins and what it took to adopt them; and the paperwork loophole I had slipped through that made them my de-facto daughters with American citizenship the second they hit U.S. soil. I explained that it was going to take six or more months to get Irena and Olga over.
The kabobs were ready so we called the kids over. The twins came over, stood next to each other, and said, in English, “Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma.” Then they blushed and rushed to the table. Trisha gave them the thumbs up and they dug in.
After the meal they were lagging a bit, so we drove home. We got undressed and sat on my couch with the 52” flat panel TV on, flipped to Disney Channel for the girls. They snuggled up to me and dozed off. So did I after a minute.
I awoke to the girls giving me a tandem blow job. They would lick the sides simultaneously, then one would deep throat me while the other sucked on my balls. Needless to say, I didn’t last long as was soon filling both their eager mouths with copious amounts of cum. After they sucked me dry, I hugged both of them to me and told them how much I loved them.
We spent that entire day in front of the TV, petting. The next morning I had to go to work. The girls were scared, not wanting to be alone. I taught them how to use the phone and gave them my work number.