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Story THE NIGHT IS YOUNG (mf, cons, pedo, incest)
( A R U S S I A N S T O R Y, P A R T O N E )
Written by Silvio Stoker
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Story_intro: "Karina and Daria had a lot in common. Both women had gotten
married as soon as they'd turned eighteen. Karina's father had forced her
to marry Sergei when he found out she was pregnant. Karina was twenty-nine
and had a boy and a girl - Yelena was eleven and Pavel was eight. Daria was
twenty-seven and had two daughters - Natasha was almost nine and Svetlana
was seven. The children attended the same school - Svetlana was starting
first grade, Pavel and Natasha were both in second, and Yelena was in fifth."
Karina and Daria had a lot in common. Both women had gotten married as soon
as they'd turned eighteen. Karina's father had forced her to marry Sergei
when he found out she was pregnant. Karina was twenty-nine and had a boy
and a girl - Yelena was eleven and Pavel was eight. Daria was twenty-seven
and had two daughters - Natasha was almost nine and Svetlana was seven. The
children attended the same school - Svetlana was starting first grade, Pavel
and Natasha were both in second, and Yelena was in fifth.
The first of September - the first day of classes - is quite an occasion
in Russia, with most parents dressing up their kids and taking them out afterwards.
Karina's husband had started drinking in the morning, and by the time they
took Pavel and Yelena to a café for ice cream he was staggering drunk. Daria's
husband was drunk, too, and her kids had to go without ice cream - he needed
the money for more vodka. Daria and Karina were sipping a kiwi liqueur. Sergei
and Dmitri, Daria's husband, started talking to each other, and Karina and
Daria looked each other over.
Karina didn't have many friends. She was a vaginally virgin when she met
Sergei, and since getting married she'd only been penetrated by one other
man - Sergei's friend Fedya had raped her several times. She hadn't told
her husband - she was afraid he'd say it was her fault. Maybe it was. She
didn't struggle, and the second time he did it she almost came, crying, opening
her crooked mouth and letting him fuck it. He'd make her suck it and then
he would screw her, pulling out to put it in her mouth. Karina would get
sopping wet. She'd always been ashamed of her wetness, and she hated her
own taste. He was a lot bigger than her husband, and he'd hold her by the
hair. She had beautiful hair - wavy white blond tresses that hung halfway
down her back. He masturbated her while he was using her mouth, rubbing her
clit and sticking his fingers in her fuckhole. He'd touched her shitter,
too, teasing it with his thumb when he fucked her from behind.
Karina had never really been made love to by a man - Sergei was always rough
with her - but she'd been abused and she'd done some very dirty things before
she lost her virginity. Her father was an officer in the army, and when she
was in sixth grade he was stationed in Saxony. She'd made friends with a
girl named Ilse Schumacher. Ilse was almost a year older - she was thirteen
- and sometimes they'd walk in the woods with her brother. Dieter was only
eleven. They built a sort of hut out of fallen pine branches on the mossy
forest floor. Karina had a crush on Ilse. She was even jealous of how close
she was to her brother - the siblings touched each other a lot, and Ilse
would even kiss him on the lips. One day when they were in the woods, Ilse
undid his pants. She'd obviously done that before. Karina seemed reluctant
at first, but she knelt in front of him. The boy's penis glistened with his
sister's saliva. What excited her was knowing that it had been in the Ilse's
mouth - and then her friend touched her for the first time, running her fingers
through Karina's hair. Seventeen years later, Karina could still remember
Ilse's low whisper as if she had only just heard it. Ilse's fingers were
cool, almost cold. They felt ghostly against Karina's face. The twelve-year-old
tried to imitate her touch, her hand on the older girl's shoulder. Ilse whispered
to her to kiss it - she used the Russian word for cock, "khui." It was maybe
two and a half inches long. Dieter held it in his delicate hand. Karina's
German was poor - she'd only been living at the base for a couple of months,
and she went to a school with other Russian children - but she knew that
the words Ilse used were dirty, and what they were doing was even worse than
what Ilse was saying. The German girl knew a lot of nasty Russian words,
too - words Karina had heard before. Karina had been with men. Ilse was breathing
in her ear. Karina kissed the boy's "khui," and Dieter took his hand away.
Her mouth was watering, and Ilse's whispers drove her wild. She licked the
underside of the little shaft, and Ilse's cheek brushed against hers for
a second. The boy put it in his sister's mouth, moaning softly at the familiar
sucking. Ilse was playing with herself.
Karina had only started masturbating when they moved to Germany, and she
felt really guilty about it. She did it in the bathroom, and once in a while
she would do things she was terribly ashamed of - she'd put her toothbrush
in her pussy, and when she was bathing she would sometimes slide a soapy
finger into her rectum. Karina was easily aroused. She barely had hair, but
she was already leaky. She thought she was sick, but she was too embarrassed
to talk to a doctor. She'd almost died of shame the last time she'd visited
a clinic. The twelve-year-old's arousal was obvious. It started when she
took off her blouse, and by the time Dr. Vasilyeva told her to remove her
skirt and panties, she was leaking. Trembling, Karina finished undressing.
Naked except for her socks, she hid her soiled panties under her skirt, on
the freshly waxed floor. Dr. Vasilyeva was a military doctor - the clinic
was for soldiers stationed in Saxony and their families. She told Karina
to put her skirt and panties with her blouse. The girl's face was the color
of a beet as she walked unsteadily to the straight back chair and placed
the skirt and panties with the rest of her things. She was very thin, her
fair skin powder white in the powerful light. She had a hole in her left
sock. The tip of her longest toe peeked out. Her every rib was visible, and
her breasts were no bigger than a hard-boiled egg cut in two. She didn't
wear a bra yet. Dr. Vasilyeva glared at her and told her to lie down on the
padded table. Karina quivered when the doctor touched her, spreading her
skinny legs. From the way the twelve-year-old acted, Dr. Vasilyeva expected
to see signs of abuse. She wasn't wearing gloves. The girl arched her back
when the doctor spread her labia. She'd never been touched there. Her little
clitoris was fully erect, like her nipples. Dr. Vasilyeva found the hymen
intact. She looked at the child's anus, lifting her leg. It was raw. Karina
was crying. Just to be sure, the doctor asked her if anyone ever made her
do things she didn't want to do. Karina was crying so hard she couldn't answer.
She understood what the doctor meant - Karina had been molested, and her
father had warned her about men.
She'd met a man at Patriarch's Ponds in Moscow before they moved to Germany,
when she was eleven years old. Her friend Alyona had talked to him before
- he lived in her building - and Karina noticed how nice Alyona looked when
she was... she was flirting with the man, drinking in his compliments and
fiddling with her flaxen hair, shifting her weight from foot to foot, her
legs long and skinny like Karina's. Alyona was only eleven, too - she was
several months younger than Karina, in fact - but she acted almost like a
teenager. The man looked old enough to be her father, but Karina could tell
that he enjoyed looking at her pretty friend. She felt left out at first,
but then the man began to ogle Karina, too, admiring her white blond hair
- she wore it in a pair of thick braids that day - her timid, turquoise eyes
and what he could see of her delicate body. Both girls were wearing their
white school blouses and red kerchiefs, their blue skirts ending just above
the knee. They had undershirts on, but Karina was aware of the little anthills
on her washboard chest - they were growing already, very slowly, and sometimes
she would touch her nipples at night. They'd only stiffened in the cold so
far, never from arousal. She'd never been aroused until the man - his name
was Tovarishch Bakunin - started touching her friend. He ran his fingers
through Alyona's hair, brushing her cheek. Alyona blushed, but she didn't
back away.
The man had been with Alyona's sister. Alyona had seen Tanya leaving Tovarishch
Bakunin's apartment once, and she'd seen the look on her sister's face. Tanya
would tease their mother's boyfriends, and by the time she turned fourteen
she'd spread her legs for two of them. She told Alyona about the first one
- their mother's friend Ruslan - and sometimes she'd talk about men being
in love with her, but Alyona heard Ruslan talking about her sister on the
telephone. He said things that made Alyona feel awful - Tanya was a tramp,
and Ruslan had introduced her to a Finnish man he'd met in the Arbat. She
didn't understand at first - she was in love with Ruslan then, and she didn't
like the Finn. She started crying when Ruslan lifted her skirt, pulling her
panties aside and showing the foreigner her pussy hole. The Finn took pictures
of her. Ruslan had always been rough with her, and sometimes he'd say things
that made her hurt deep inside. It hurt a lot more that night, but the fourteen-year-old
understood that she had to do what they said. The foreigner had given Ruslan
money. They made her masturbate, forcing her to stick her fingers in her
cunt and suck on her hand. She looked like a marionette, her adolescent body
responding to Ruslan's slaps and pinches, desperate to avoid the more severe
pain she knew was coming. The Finn took close-ups of her anus. Her peridot
eyes were murky with humiliation when Ruslan said to play with it. He translated
for the Finn, giving her answers to his questions in broken English. How
many cocks had she had in there? Three. Only three? Everyone who'd ever fucked
her had done that. Ruslan made her tell him how many she'd had in her mouth.
Five. They made her speak in full sentences.
"I've had five cocks in my mouth," she whispered in Russian, sobbing. Are
you a whore? "Da." Ruslan slapped her little titties several times, hard.
Tanya's limbs jerked with each slap, her slender fingers balled into fists.
Full sentences. "I'm a whore." The Finn made her say it in English. "I'm
a whore." They made her stand up to undress. She almost fell, stripping.
The Finn's hands felt hot against her soft young skin, his fingers invading
her sweet wet mouth, salty, his other hand squeezing her tits, caressing
her taut stomach, returning to her breasts to squeeze them harder, too hard,
hurting her. She hated him, but she had to obey him, the forefinger of her
left hand in her musky anus. He had to keep her finger in there. He said
to. He kept saying to keep her finger in her asshole. He didn't let her take
it out until after she had mounted Ruslan, his huge cock filling her cunt.
Tanya was wet. She still had her finger in her butt when he hit her with
the belt. He said to keep it in, but she couldn't. The leather cracked against
her skinny arm, and Tanya took the finger out, howling, shaking like a leaf,
and curling her toes in agony. Ruslan's cock was still in her cunt. She had
to suck on the finger she'd had in her rectum and slip it back in. The Finn
took a few pictures of her, telling her to stick a second finger in her asshole.
Tanya would do anything to avoid the whip. Finally he squeezed cold lubricant
onto her fingers, dangling the belt against her thigh, threatening her. She
couldn't stop crying, working her fingers into her rectum. By the time he
raped her bottom she'd gone limp. She lost consciousness a couple of times,
sandwiched, and after a while they switched holes, Ruslan slamming her pussy
while the Finn held her, kneading her nipples, his penis deep in her ass.
What happened afterwards was what Alyona heard Ruslan say on the telephone.
He described it in detail - how she didn't struggle at all, lying on the
floor and fondling the dog's balls, rubbing her sore slit with the fingers
of her other hand. It belonged to Ruslan, part Labrador retriever, and part
Doberman. The Finn shot four rolls of film, stroking himself while the teenager
kissed it, running her tongue around the knob. She took the dirty animal's
dick into her mouth, her green eyes foggy with shame. It wasn't that different
from sucking a man, except that there was so much more semen. She spat and
coughed, her face and chest dripping with the dog's come when she sat up
and gazed at the camera. The Finn fucked her again, on the floor. He slammed
her, and Ruslan got some shots of her writhing beneath him. He came in her
cunt, and then they told her to get on her hands and knees. Ruslan lubricated
the end of a broom handle. Tanya sniffled when he slid it into her colon.
She had to fuck on it for what seemed like forever. If she stopped, it went
in deeper - so deep she thought she would die. Now and then they'd put it
in her mouth and rape her from behind. It wasn't really rape anymore - the
girl was gone, her adolescent body a mechanical doll's, her little brain
drowned in fuck. She bucked against the broom because she had to, but after
a while they didn't need to tell her what to do. She sucked on the slimy
handle and lifted her ass when she felt the wet wood against her buttocks,
grasping the shaft and guiding it into her butt, sucking whatever was offered,
whimpering, wide-eyed, licking it clean. She was exhausted, but the threat
of the handle thrusting through the thin intestinal wall extracted her last
strength - Tanya no longer felt pain, only fear, animal fear, Ruslan translating
for the foreigner, telling her to fuck when she couldn't, the Finn shoving
ten or eleven inches of the handle into her shitter, threatening to push
it all the way in, pushing and twisting until she pushed back against it,
begging, fucking the broom with her butt. After a while they draped her over
the bed. The dog's claws dug into her back. Tanya had to stick the dick in
her cunt, lifting her little white butt until the magenta penis slid into
her vagina. She clawed at the bed-sheets once the thing was inside her, quivering
until the beast emptied its balls and withdrew. The Finn took pictures of
her dripping fuckhole.
Alyona trembled, listening to Ruslan talk on the telephone. Maybe he was
making it up? Why would anyone want to do that to Tanya? Deep down, Alyona
knew why - she'd seen her sister around Ruslan, and she'd heard them in bed
together. Tanya was asking for it. Alyona was afraid of Ruslan. So was Tanya
- but Tanya kept teasing him. Alyona had even seen him slap her sister. Tanya
would cower and cry, but ten minutes later she'd be rubbing against him again.
Alyona had those feelings, too. She was only eleven when Karina met Tovarishch
Bakunin at Patriarch's Ponds, but she liked men. She didn't want to be like
her sister - Tanya had turned fifteen that fall, and Alyona knew that she
was a hooker, hanging out at Yaroslavsky Station with her friend Vika - but
Alyona dreamt about belonging to a man. She'd done things with boys - her
cousin had taught her how to kiss, and she'd kissed his friend Arkady, trembling
with need. Alyona needed love, but she felt guilty about it. She didn't love
Arkady, but she let him lie on top of her - he took out his penis, rubbing
it between her legs and frenching her little mouth. He even slid her panties
aside and slipped the tip into her twat. She was still hairless, but the
tiny opening was sopping wet. Alyona gasped - and Arkady came. He was twelve
years old and had never gotten that far with a girl before. He ruined it
by telling her cousin. Alyona felt like a slut. She was technically still
a virgin - he hadn't torn her hymen - but everybody expected her to turn
out just like her sister. The girls' mother was like that, too, and the babushkas
who sat on the benches outside their building glared at them, whispering
dirty rumors. Alyona didn't want to be a whore, but she thought about it
when she was playing with herself - she didn't want bad things to happen
to her, but she fantasized about being kissed by a man like Tovarishch Bakunin.
He'd spoken to her several times, and Alyona could sense that he didn't want
to hurt her. She'd seen his wife, and his wife didn't look like she'd been
hurt. Alyona didn't think Tovarishch Bakunin had hurt her sister, either
- maybe that was why Tanya didn't see him anymore. Maybe he'd wanted to protect
Tanya - he seemed so nice, even though Alyona knew that he wanted to do things
to her... with her, kissing her like Arkady had kissed her... but Tovarishch
Bakunin would never tell anyone like Arkady had. Alyona didn't remember her
father. She didn't even know who her father was. Tovarishch Bakunin had a
daughter - Alyona had seen her once - but his daughter was studying in Leningrad.
Alyona did well in school and she wanted to be decent - but she didn't feel
decent. A lot of people had heard bad things about her mother and sister,
and sometimes kids would say things. One girl Alyona tried to make friends
with had even heard about her and Arkady. By the time she started fifth grade,
Alyona had given up on making friends - but Karina made friends with her.
Karina was a nice girl. Her father was an officer, and they lived in one
of the nice old buildings near the park.
They weren't close friends, and Alyona was worried that Karina would hate
her when she saw her flirting with Tovarishch Bakunin. Alyona knew it was
obvious. She could always tell when other girls were flirting - but they
were flirting with boys, not men who had daughters older than they were.
When they said goodbye to Tovarishch Bakunin and left Patriarch's Ponds,
Alyona avoided Karina's eyes - until they were at Alyona's house and Karina
started to act strange. Alyona could feel Karina staring at her when she
took off her shoes. It felt funny, not quite like a man's stare - Karina
was a girl, only a few months older than she was - but Alyona was still thinking
about Tovarishch Bakunin... not thinking, really, more like basking in the
afterglow of his compliments. Men like him made Alyona feel beautiful - but
there was something dirty about it, too, and it made her think about what
her sister did, standing around in Yaroslavsky Station in her little skirt
until she caught someone's eye. Alyona didn't know that a lot of men didn't
know of any places to take her sister and her friends - sometimes they'd
take them into a dark courtyard, and Tanya had done things in toilets more
than once - but Alyona could picture her sister stripping in some dingy room
and sucking on some stranger's cock. Alyona felt sorry for her sister, and
hearing Ruslan describe what they'd done to her had scared her - really scared
her - but she couldn't stop thinking about some of those things. Alyona had
never had anything bigger than her finger inside her, but she remembered
how it had felt when Arkady put the tip of his penis there. She thought he
would fuck her - and she wanted him to. She knew it would hurt - but she
still wanted it. Afterwards she was glad he hadn't - but some of his semen
had gone up her. She couldn't have a baby yet, but part of her - her body
- her mouth, her vagina, even her anus - needed a boy's - a man's - penis,
and she'd think about Ruslan saying that her sister had lifted her butt to
get the dog's dick into her pussy hole. Alyona didn't want a dog to fuck
her, but when the kids at school made fun of her... she'd think about it...
and she'd touched a dog back there. It had happened twice that spring. She'd
gotten home from school and her mother had sent her down to the basement
to get a jar of marinated mushrooms - the first time - jam the second time
- and she'd taken Chirnish, the neighbors' dog, with her - because she was
scared of the basement, not just of ghosts but the drunks who drank down
there - and both times she'd been picked on at school and she felt bad -
and she felt weird, too, like when lots of people picked on her and she felt
like she was meant to be picked on, like when her mother hit her - her mother
hit her in front of people, too - and she hugged Chirnish. It was a mutt,
big and black except for his belly, and he belonged to an old lady on the
same floor, but she mostly left him outside and Alyona had made friends with
the dog. Chirnish protected her whenever she had to go down to the basement.
Alyona felt awful afterwards - the first time she'd only felt its balls,
holding her breath - but the second time she did it, its thing came out.
She touched it, tentatively, aware that her mouth was watering. The dog looked...
it looked nervous, and Alyona kept touching it, feeling it stiffen like Arkady's
had - like Ruslan's did when her sister rubbed against him. Ruslan had lifted
Alyona into his lap once. She was terrified - but he didn't touch her. He
didn't get hard, either, but even so Alyona could feel it - and she'd seen
Tovarishch Bakunin get hard. Tovarishch Bakunin had seen her looking, too.
He'd touched her face and hair like he did in the park - but they were in
the stairwell, talking, and Chirnish wasn't there that day. She thought he
was going to kiss her - and she wanted him to - she wanted him to hold her
- but the front door of the building opened and he backed away. Alyona was
about to kiss the dog when she thought of Tovarishch Bakunin and stopped.
He wouldn't want a girl who did things like that... would he? When Alyona
took the jar of jam to her mother she was wet between the legs - she was
still in her school uniform, and the crotch of her pantyhose was damp. After
that Alyona always wore panties under her pantyhose. She thought about Tovarishch
Bakunin's daughter - Alyona didn't even know her name, but she wanted to
be like her. She couldn't imagine Tovarishch Bakunin touching his daughter.
She'd looked so - smart, a tall brunette in a fashionable coat, her arm around
a man - her husband, probably. Alyona was just a sick little girl who played
with dogs in dirty basements. Her sister was a whore. When Alyona thought
about bad things she would go to the bathroom and play with the other place,
the place she didn't know was sexual until she heard Ruslan say that her
sister liked it that way. Alyona masturbated her anus a lot, teasing it with
the tip of her middle finger, her moans masked by the water running into
the tub. She played with her cunny, too, but if anyone had seen her it would
have been obvious that she wanted anal sex - she was usually on her knees,
bent over the tub, focused on the need she felt back there, and the more
she did that the more she thought about it other times. Whenever anyone admired
her derriere, Alyona would think about what she did in the bathroom. She
thought about her sister when she did it - about being her sister, bending
over and begging someone to fuck her. She didn't want to be hurt - but she
wanted... she wanted to feel a penis sliding into her, into her asshole,
grasping it like Tanya had grasped the broom. Alyona did it with two fingers
- sometimes three. Her rosette would be visibly aroused before she slipped
her middle finger in, slowly, slipping it in and out until she felt like
she wouldn't care if somebody did it with a broom. She knew she was pretty,
but she didn't know how pretty she was back there - the girl had a beautiful
bottom, and more and more boys would stare at it when she went by. Men did,
too, and she felt like they could see what she was thinking - and maybe some
of them could, like Oleg, one of her mother's boyfriends. Oleg had stayed
over several times, staring at her, and one morning when her mother was hung
over he petted Alyona a little. He asked her if it felt good. She couldn't
say anything - she couldn't breathe - but she managed to nod, dying of shame,
letting him touch her tush. She was wearing pants - and panties - but nobody
had ever touched her like that, and he seemed to know exactly what she wanted...
what she needed, lying on her belly on the couch, burying her embarrassed
face in the crocheted pillow and feeling his hand slip between her legs,
gently stroking her there, coaxing her legs apart but focusing on her butt,
telling her how nice it was while his fingers crept into her crack. Alyona
clenched her cheeks at first, then dropped her leg over the edge of the couch,
her entire body as tense as a high wire when he fondled her there, feeling
for her poophole through her polyester pants and the cotton panties underneath.
His voice was hoarse, and she knew he was hard - and then her sister woke
up, opening the bedroom door to go to the bathroom. He stopped, and after
a while Alyona slinked off, sulky and awkward - it was so stupid, stopping
because of her whore sister, and she was already having second thoughts,
like when she was glad that Arkady hadn't fucked her... but Alyona kept hoping
her mother would bring Oleg home again. It wasn't just her butt - it, was
her mouth, too, her knowing that if Tanya hadn't interrupted them, the man
would have undone his trousers. She hadn't sucked Arkady - she hardly even
touched it - but that was because Arkady wasn't a man. He was only a boy.
He didn't know what she wanted. Alyona didn't know what she wanted, either,
not anymore - part of her wanted to be somebody else, somebody like Karina,
somebody with a daddy, somebody with a mommy who didn't hit her and didn't
bring men home. She wanted to be somebody who'd grow up to be like Tovarishch
Bakunin's daughter looked - somebody smart, somebody in control of herself...
but even people like her had... they had sex, and even if it wasn't sex like
Alyona's mother and sister had, sex with anybody who wanted them, they still
had bad dreams, didn't they? Alyona wasn't sure if they did or not. She couldn't
imagine a girl like Karina needing to do the things she did in the bathroom
or lying around looking like she wanted her mother's boyfriend to pet her.
Alyona knew that she should have stayed in her room when Oleg was around
- the room she shared with her slut sister - but part of her liked the way
he looked at her. Part of her wished it would stop there, with staring, but
she'd put on her tightest pair of pants that morning - she didn't have titties
like Tanya, but she had a tight butt and a beautiful face with foxy eyes
the color of kiwi and coral lips. Maybe she didn't want it to stop there
- she acted coy, and she didn't dare rub against him like her sister would
have - she was shy - but she wiggled a little, lying on her belly and pretending
to read a book, deliberately drawing attention to her tush. The black polyester
pants were tight enough for him to see her panty lines, and she kept looking
at him - coy, but very obviously aware of what she was doing. What was she
doing? She knew that looking at him like that made him... she made him want
her, and he wasn't a stranger - they weren't in the park or on the street
where she could escape, and she wouldn't be able to call her mommy - she
couldn't, 'cause her mommy hit her - and he knew that her sister was a slut
(Tanya had come home late one night when their mother was asleep, and Alyona
had heard her sister seduce him). Alyona knew that she ought to stop looking,
and he didn't say anything - he just looked at her - but she couldn't stop.
She tried to pretend that he wouldn't touch her - she was only reading a
book, glancing at him now and then because he was there, it's hard to read
when someone is looking at you - but she knew she should leave the room if
she didn't want him... want him to touch her, but she didn't - she couldn't
- and then he was coming towards her, smiling, the inviting look on her face
suffused with fear - or was it only apprehension? He knelt next to the couch
and asked her what she was reading - and then he was touching her, touching
her exactly where she wanted to be touched and telling her how nice it was
- her butt - and asking her if it felt nice - and Alyona nodded. He asked
her if she had a boyfriend, fondling her - Alyona didn't answer, burying
her face in the pillow. She was only eleven years old - she wasn't a whore
like her sister. Oleg could feel the confusion in the kid's body - he'd seen
the strange, sick look on Alyona's face when she caught him staring and wondered
whether any of the men her mother brought home had done things to her. He
didn't want to hurt her - but he could tell that Alyona would do what she
was told, and he could picture her sucking on his cock like her sister had
- only Alyona was still innocent-looking, too - she wasn't trash like Tanya.
He felt sorry for her - but her reaction to getting petted gave him a raging
hard-on. She was too scared to say anything, but he kept talking, asking
her if she'd ever seen a penis... if she'd ever kissed one. He didn't sound
mean - he sounded excited, and Alyona thought about what Ruslan had said
about her sister sucking whatever she was offered. Oleg had his finger by
her anal opening - he was rubbing her there, teasing the tiny entrance through
her pants - the exit, the baby rosebud nobody was supposed to touch. He touched
her pee place, too, but the little wet tube would be for making babies one
day - soon, in a year or two. The other place was where her poop came out,
and even though she kept it clean... it wasn't clean - she'd sniffed her
fingers after masturbating - and it wasn't meant for that... for fucking,
was it? If she wasn't wearing pants, he would have put his finger in there
- even with her pants and panties between him and her rosette, it felt really
different from... from doing it herself. Even when she needed something in
there, when she did it... when she did it, she... she could stop - couldn't
she? Alyona didn't like it - she didn't want him touching her there - but
she did - it did - it didn't hurt - he wasn't hurting her - she wanted his
finger - she wanted him in her mouth - she wanted to put his penis in her
mouth - she'd put it in - if it was by her face she would open her mouth
for him and put it in and suck...
Karina didn't know any of those things. She hadn't even heard about Alyona's
sister - she only knew that kids made fun of her friend sometimes, and she'd
made friends with her... she'd made friends with her because there was something
weird about Alyona, something intriguing. Alyona was still doing well in
school when Karina met Tovarishch Bakunin in Patriarch's Ponds - nothing
terrible had happened to her, after all; two boys had kissed her and one
of them had nearly taken her virginity - but he hadn't - and her mother's
friend had molested her, but he hadn't even taken off her clothes. Her mother
hit her, but it didn't happen often, she'd fondled the genitals of a neighbor's
dog, and she masturbated a lot. What was terrible was what she thought about
- she knew too much for a girl of her age. Still, Alyona didn't seem to be
abnormal, and she was beautiful - and her perversity only added to her beauty.
Karina had picked up on it somehow. Karina was beautiful, too, but she'd
only just begun to realize how extraordinarily beautiful she was. She looked
at other girls to see if they were as pretty as she was, and Alyona was unbelievably
beautiful when they were talking to the man in the park - extraordinary.
Karina hadn't even flirted with boys, really, and watching Alyona flirt with
a grownup made her friend seem even more mysterious somehow. When they got
to Alyona's house and took off their shoes, she couldn't help noticing how
pretty her feet were - Alyona was wearing white pantyhose, and Karina had
never really seen her feet before. Alyona saw her looking and looked at hers
- Karina's pantyhose were beige, but other than that their uniforms were
exactly alike - and when their eyes met Karina felt something she'd never
felt before. The feeling was totally unfamiliar - it wasn't even fully formed;
Karina didn't even know that she felt like kissing her friend, not consciously,
but by the time they got to the couch - the same couch Alyona had been on
when Oleg touched her - Karina felt dizzy, thinking things she'd never thought
before. She kept looking at Alyona's feet and legs, looking away when Alyona
looked at her. The air in the small apartment seemed to thicken like syrup.
Alyona's mother and sister weren't home, and the girls ended up in the bedroom
Alyona shared with Tanya, sitting around and talking about school and what
they were going to do in the summer. They sat on Tanya's bed, and Karina
picked up the faint, unfamiliar scent of sex from the bedding - Alyona's
sister had never fucked there, but she didn't change the sheets very often
and the room was suffused with her odor, the smell she dragged home from
Yaroslavsky Voksal and the men she met there, her nocturnal moisture and
even the musk of her rectum, the pillow redolent of her dirty little mouth.
Alyona was too accustomed to it to notice, but seeing Karina where her sister
slept made her uncomfortable - she'd always thought of her friend as pure,
but Karina's turquoise eyes were foggy with desire, and the fresh scent of
her slit - it was the very first time she'd been turned on down there - was
as strong as Tanya's residue. Karina was aware of the weird wetness, and
she got goose pimples, fidgeting, feeling Alyona's gaze wander over her body
like Tovarishch Bakunin's had, only girlish - girlish but shadowy, making
her shiver despite the warmth between her thighs. Alyona drew her legs up
into the bed, letting Karina look up her skirt for a second. The air felt
heavier than syrup, like wet cement - Karina looked, and Alyona pretended
to yawn, stretching, letting Karina see more of her body. She pulled the
tails of her blouse out of her skirt when she stretched, exposing part of
her pallid belly.
Karina and Alyona never even kissed each other on the lips, but they talked
about sex sometimes - about the boys at school, mostly - and now and then
they'd hold hands or hug. Karina was completely obsessed with her friend.
She tried to think about boys, but she always ended up thinking about Alyona
- her body, her beautiful little butt and budding breasts. Karina dreamt
about kissing her - kissing her mouth and neck, her feet, taking her toes
into her mouth and nuzzling her... nuzzling her fragrant crotch, pressing
her lips to the little cleft covered by pantyhose or baby blue or pink panties,
burying her face between the eleven-year-old's legs. Karina didn't masturbate
yet, but she daydreamed about Alyona constantly - she even fantasized about
being a boy sometimes. Karina was extremely feminine - fragile, a wisp of
a girl - but she often wondered what it would be like to have a boy's thing.
She didn't see a boy's for another year - Ilse's brother's - but she'd seen
reproductions of paintings and naked statues at the museum. She even wished
that Alyona had one - a little one, a girlish penis she could suck on like
a finger. Karina sucked her thumb sometimes, at night, caressing herself
but never masturbating. Alyona had told her about sucking - Alyona had never
done it, but she said boys liked to be sucked on and asked Karina if she
ever thought about doing that. Karina had heard kids make comments about
sucking, but that was only when they were being nasty - she didn't think
anybody actually did it until Alyona started talking about it. Alyona told
her about making out with Arkady. Karina loved it when Alyona talked about
naughty things - Alyona didn't tell her about Oleg, but they went to the
park together now and then, and a couple of times they chatted with Tovarishch
Bakunin. Alyona acted really sexy the second time, rubbing up against him.
They went to Alyona's house afterwards, and Alyona asked Karina if she liked
him. They were holding hands, and Karina could feel her friend's heat, as
if her breath was on fire. Her hand was hot, and the air had turned to soup
again. Karina said that Tovarishch Bakunin seemed nice. Alyona told her that
her sister had been to his apartment. She'd never talked about Tanya before.
"My sister does things with men," Alyona whispered - in Russian, of course.
"She meets men - her and her friend Vika."
Karina had seen Alyona's sister several times, but they hadn't talked. She'd
seen Vika once, too - they were both fifteen, but even though that was only
four years older, they seemed far away to Karina; not yet grownups, but already
in a grownup world. Karina didn't really realize that there were girls their
age who did things with older men - men old enough to be their fathers. She'd
never thought about it that way. She knew that Alyona flirted with Tovarishch
Bakunin - and she'd flirted with him a little, too - but it was almost innocent.
When Karina thought about penises, they were small ones - she'd never seen
a boy's, but she'd seen her father's. It wasn't hard when she saw it - she'd
seen it when they were at a lake in the country, changing into their swimsuits
behind some bushes, and once when she walked in on him putting on his uniform
in the morning - and she didn't think about it much. She was just embarrassed
and a little ashamed that he'd seen her see it. She didn't think about doing
things with Tovarishch Bakunin - she just liked being looked at, and the
way Alyona acted around him excited her. Karina had never met Arkady, but
she liked to picture Alyona playing with a boy.
"What do you mean?" Karina was always nervous when Alyona talked about forbidden
things - she sounded nervous, and sounding nervous made her even more nervous.
She sort of knew what Alyona meant - "blyad," bitch or whore, is almost like
punctuation when some people speak. "Suka blyad." Karina could tell that
Tanya and Vika were not nice girls. She didn't really know what "blyadstvo"
- prostitution - was, and "blyadovat" - to whore - also means to have sex
with anybody who wants it.
"They give her things." Alyona let go of Karina's hand and took off her
shoes. She knew that Karina liked looking at her. She let Karina see up her
skirt a lot. Alyona wasn't really attracted to girls - she thought about
men most of the time, men like Tovarishch Bakunin - but she was glad that
she'd finally found a friend and she'd figured out that Karina worshipped
her. It was really obvious, and it made Alyona feel better about herself.
"They give her money for sex."
Alyona stretched her legs, wiggling her toes. Karina watched them wiggle
through the white nylon, swallowing. Alyona stood up and walked across the
room, opening a drawer and fishing out an outfit - her black polyester pants
and a striped T-shirt. She felt weird about the way Karina stared at her
- she knew enough about sex to think that girls were meant for boys, and
maybe men - but she'd done things she was terribly ashamed of. She played
with a dog. She liked Karina a lot - Karina came from a different world,
from a normal home - and Alyona wanted her to see her if that was what she
wanted. Alyona wanted to please. She pretended not to find her panties and
started to undress, slowly, keeping her back to Karina. It was kind of exciting.
She took her time, and for maybe five minutes she was completely naked, pretending
to hunt for her panties, giving Karina a show. Then she got dressed and returned
to Tanya's bed, barefoot.
A week later she even turned around. Karina could hardly breathe when Alyona
stripped. They didn't talk about it, but Karina knew that Alyona was doing
it for her. She even seemed to know that Karina liked her feet - she'd sit
around barefoot, and one day when they were holding hands, Alyona put Karina's
hand on her leg - her calf, just above the ankle. Karina found the guts to
say that she was pretty. Alyona would let her caress her feet, and a week
later she got into bed in just a T-shirt and panties. Karina was nervous
to the point of trembling. She wanted to do all kinds of things, but she
was still afraid that Alyona would reject her - Karina could tell that her
friend wasn't really interested in her. Alyona wasn't in love with her. They
were only playing - Alyona was letting her play, teasing her, turning her
on. Karina caressed her feet, and Alyona lay back on her sister's bed, staring
at the ceiling. Holding her breath, Karina leaned forward and kissed her
left ankle. She felt silly. She'd fantasized about kissing Alyona for weeks
- about kissing her feet and making her feel good. But Karina had no idea
if it made her friend feel good - it was humiliating, too, licking between
her toes, tasting her sweat, and letting her know how much she loved her.
They didn't love each other - Karina was in love with her. Alyona never even
looked at her the way... the way boys did when they liked her, the way Tovarishch
Bakunin stared at her, eager to see her secret places, undressing her with
his smoldering eyes. Karina whimpered, sucking Alyona's toes. She didn't
know what she'd do afterwards - she felt like running away. She wouldn't
be able to look her friend in the eye ever again.
All of a sudden Alyona moaned, softly. Karina wanted to embrace her, but
she knew that Alyona didn't want that. She wasn't a boy. They weren't lovers.
She was only a kid who liked girls - a girl who did bad things. She couldn't
stop. Alyona lifted her hips and took off her panties. Karina felt like she
was sinking, drowning in dirty water, slithering between her friend's legs
and kissing the little opening, licking it, whimpering when Alyona grabbed
her head. "Zhopoliza." Ass-licker. Alyona pushed her mouth to the puckered
hole, and Karina sucked on it. She'd dreamt about doing that - it was instinctive
to her. Alyona let go of her head and held it open, letting her lap at the
little rosette. Alyona was moaning - it gave her pleasure. Karina was giving
her pleasure. She lapped at it, slobbering, sucking her spit in and out of
Alyona's anus, stabbing at it with her tongue. Alyona started playing with
her slit, her middle finger flickering at her vaginal opening, her sphincter
twitching, the tip of Karina's tongue penetrating her bottom hole. She touched
her clitoris and squealed, quivering, pulling Karina's face to her pussy
for a second, jerking, and pushing her away.
Karina withdrew, shivering. She stared at the wall, dying of shame. Alyona
got up and put on her panties and pants. She tried to think of something
to say, but thanks sounded dumb. Finally she just hugged her, clumsily. Karina
hugged her back, blushing.
"You're getting my shirt dirty," Alyona said, giggling awkwardly. Karina's
chin was wet with saliva and juices. "I'll get a towel."
Two days later they did it again. Alyona asked her if she liked it. Karina
didn't say anything. Alyona started talking to her when they did it, telling
her to lie down and straddling her face, rubbing against her nose and mouth.
She wasn't mean, exactly, but she was using Karina to masturbate. One afternoon
when Karina was leaving, she ran into Tovarishch Bakunin on the stairs. He
invited her in. Karina was dazed from what she'd been doing for her friend
- she was almost in a trance - and it happened so fast that it felt like
diving, sobbing, kneeling, opening her mouth for the man's penis, sucking,
his semen scalding her throat, spitting and coughing. She didn't desire men,
but she went back to see Tovarishch Bakunin again and again. She felt empty
inside, lifting her skirt and letting him touch her. Later a man in the park
took her into the bushes - he was a stranger, but he could tell that Karina
sucked cock. Part of her liked sucking men, and part of her was simply paralyzed.
She was utterly helpless when men wanted her - she would try to avoid them,
but she'd begun to behave like a little marionette, wandering around Patriarch's
Ponds after school, nervously returning men's stares until they made friends
with her, taking her to a secluded corner of the park and undoing their pants.
She felt awful afterwards. She'd learned to swallow, learning "to play the
leather flute" as some called it. She didn't see Alyona very often anymore
- her friend's mother had married and they'd moved to the October District,
on the other side of the city.
A few days after Karina's twelfth birthday, her father announced that he
was being transferred to Germany. About a week before they left, he saw his
daughter walking next to a man, holding hands - she'd been in the bushes
with him. He didn't know that, but he knew there was something wrong with
her. She'd been avoiding her father for months. When he got home that night
he told her he'd seen her with a man. Karina started crying when he told
her to take off her clothes - to show daddy that she was still a virgin.
She didn't realize that he was aroused until she felt his penis push against
her anal opening. It was always punishment - stripping, pulling her labia
apart to prove that she still had her cherry, bending over like a dog to
let him rape her asshole, hard, howling, waiting for him to grab her hips
and growl and come, emptying his balls in her skinny little butt. Sometimes
he hit her with his belt. He called her a whore, and for the next five years
he would hurt her like that, dry holing his daughter's shitter and whipping
her back and buttocks. Karina thought she deserved it. She'd disappointed
him. Except for what she did with Ilse and her brother Dieter, she stopped
having sex with anyone other than her father until she met Sergei - and she
didn't really think of what her daddy did as sex, not then. She was still
a virgin in front. He was punishing her, and it was always very painful.
Her mother didn't know about it, and Karina lied to Dr. Vasilyeva. It didn't
happen often - once a month or so - and she never hated her father. The pain
was mixed with physical pleasure - she'd get wet, and when she was fourteen
she came for the first time, screaming, his come flooding her colon. He'd
slap her and leave the room, and Karina would crawl off to the bathroom.
She touched it sometimes, climbing onto the toilet, crying, fingering the
wounded opening and wincing when her father's semen spurted out. The sound
it made was obscene. She farted it out. Karina knew that she had a nice tush
- a lot of boys stared at it, and sometimes older men did - but her asshole
looked like she let guys fuck her there, and she'd heard that girls who did
that were filthy whores. She felt filthy - she felt like a whore. Her father
called her a filthy whore. When she was seventeen she met Sergei at a party.
He was a twenty-eight-year-old mechanic. Karina let him kiss her. She got
drunk and passed out, and she woke up with blood between her legs. She didn't
love him, but at first she loved what he did to her in bed - he beat her
and called her nasty names, and he wanted her to have his babies. The next
time her father told her to take off her clothes, Karina had to show him
that she'd lost her cherry. She'd thought about suicide, terrified of what
would happen when he saw. Nothing terrible happened. He called her a slut
and slapped her around, asking her whom she'd been fucking. He didn't rape
her. He didn't tell Sergei about what they'd done. He never reamed again.
He ordered her to marry the man, and they were wed on her eighteenth birthday.
When Karina met Daria she'd been with Sergei for eleven years. Karina was
almost thirty, but she looked younger - she was tall and slender, and her
white blond hair hadn't been cut since she was a child. She wore it pinned
up that day, and Daria complimented her coiffure. Daria was a brunette, and
her breasts weren't much bigger than Karina's. Karina often felt inadequate
- she was almost flat, and her husband's friend Fedya had made fun of her
when she took off her top. Fedya had been raping her since the middle of
the summer, coming over when Sergei was at work and fucking her mouth before
he put it in her pussy. Karina took Postinor afterwards, but even so she
was scared that he'd get her pregnant somehow. She'd never been unfaithful
before, but she had a lot of fantasies. Mostly she fantasized about women
- women like Daria. Her new friend was almost as tall as she was, taller
than Dmitri but not as tall as Sergei - Karina was exactly her husband's
height, just shy of two meters - but Daria was wearing heels. Sergei didn't
let Karina wear heels - he didn't like it if she looked taller than he was.
Daria's daughters were beautiful, too - especially the nine-year-old, Natasha.
It turned out that she knew Pavel - they were both in second grade.
Karina liked kids. She still thought about Ilse and Alyona sometimes, masturbating,
and now and then she thought about her daughter. Yelena was eleven; the same
age Karina had been when she made friends with Alyona. She was pretty, too,
a gray-eyed platinum blonde, and Karina tried to buy her nice clothes despite
their meager budget. Karina still caught glimpses of Yelena naked - and she
still bathed her son. Pavel was eight, a little younger than Daria's daughter.
Yelena took baths by herself - she was shy about her body even though it
hadn't yet begun to develop, and she'd said she could wash herself when she
was nine. Karina didn't really abuse them, but washing Pavel's little penis
aroused her. She'd only kissed it once, a week before school started. She
didn't put it in her mouth, but she almost came without touching herself,
watching it stiffen.
Sergei bought Dmitri a drink - a hundred grams of vodka (for some reason
Russians reckon alcohol in grams rather than milliliters). Karina and Daria
talked about the teachers their children would have that year - but Daria
kept looking at Karina's chest. Her gaze made Karina uncomfortable - her
breasts were still no bigger than a hard-boiled egg sliced in two. The aureoles
of her nipples were rather large. They'd turned sepia when she had her first
child, and they were extremely sensitive. Sergei liked to pull on them when
he screwed her, pinching them and twisting them, ramming his cock into her
cunt until he came. Karina liked to be hurt like that - she pulled on them
when she masturbated, and she masturbated a lot. She didn't come when he
fucked her - and she couldn't come when Fedya raped her, either. Sergei had
never put it in her ass. Karina used a candle in there, but he'd never remarked
on it being sore. She hadn't been buttfucked since she was seventeen, but
almost every orgasm she'd ever had was anal. She was passive in bed, lying
there and crying when hurt her nipples and hit her, dripping, turning around
when he told her to, praying he'd do it in her dirthole for once - but he
didn't. He called her names - slut, whore, useless cunt - but Karina never
said anything during sex.
Daria's breasts were small - A-cups, probably, maybe B - but at least she
had breasts. Her husband was very drunk - shitfaced compared to Sergei, and
she was obviously scared of him. So were their daughters - Karina noticed
that Natasha shrank back whenever he reached for a napkin or had has hands
near her. She found out why when the seven-year-old started playing with
the salt. Dmitri grabbed the salt shaker and slapped Svetlana, and when Daria
pulled her youngest daughter to her, protecting her, he told her to let her
go and grabbed his wife by the hair. Everyone stared. Daria had tears in
her deep blue eyes. Dmitri smacked her across the mouth and said something
about not interfering with discipline. The stunning brunette choked back
a sob and stared at the salt that Sveta had spilled on the table.
Karina felt sorry for Daria - and she liked Daria right away. She liked
her a lot. It wasn't just her beauty - Karina loved the way Daria reacted
to her husband's slap, the way she shuddered. She could picture Daria in
bed with Dmitri. At twenty-nine, Karina still wasn't sure if anyone else
at all like her. She knew that a lot of men hit women - but she didn't think
there were other women who... who needed it. If they existed at all, they
were probably prostitutes. Karina didn't go out much, but she'd seen women
who seemed to be hookers. Even reading about prostitution in books or newspapers
aroused her. Karina was a housewife and a mother - but deep down she still
felt like a whore, especially since Fedya had started raping her. She even
fantasized about hooking - about putting on a short skirt and high-heeled
sandals and standing on some street corner until some fat, ugly stranger
picked her up and took her to a seedy hotel, the sort full of pomegranate
merchants from the Caucasus. The other whores would beat her up and piss
on her.
Dmitri suggested that they get a bottle and go to their place - but Dmitri
didn't have the money for a bottle, and Sergei was running low. They parted,
and Daria and Karina exchanged phone numbers. Daria had avoided Karina's
gaze after her husband slapped her, but their eyes met for a moment when
they said goodbye - Daria's deep blue and suffused with sexual misery, Karina's
turquoise and unbelievably desirous, unlike any eyes Daria had ever seen
before.
Daria and Karina had a lot in common, but Daria's darkest secrets were almost
all of recent vintage. Her adolescence was very nearly normal - except that
her father kept spanking her into her teens. He never abused her sexually,
but exposing her bottom to him after she'd reached puberty was horribly humiliating
to her - she knew that her father could see her pussy, and she knew that
he liked her body. He didn't spank her very often - two or three times a
year, when her grades were poor or she disobeyed him - and most of the time
he was nice to her. She loved to please him, cooking him his favorite foods
and saving her allowance to buy him presents - ties, a new umbrella. Daria
was seventeen when she met Dmitri. He was twenty-eight, and she'd never even
been kissed. He was a plumber - her father was the director of the local
council that maintained apartment buildings (or didn't maintain them, in
the Brezhnev years). Her father was having a talk with him when Daria came
into his office - she often went to see her father on the way home from school.
She acted like Dmitri wasn't there, glowing with love for her dad. She was
very obviously a virgin and extraordinarily beautiful, and Dmitri was surprised
that no one had taken her. She seemed to be utterly submissive - and he wasn't
mistaken. She whimpered like a little girl when he cornered her in the corridor
and took her into a storeroom. She hated his stinking breath and smoky tongue,
but she didn't struggle - part of her was relieved that he wasn't going to
rape her. She didn't even cry, kneeling and taking his dirty cock into her
mouth. She cried when she got home, brushing her teeth again and again. She'd
thought about doing those things - about kneeling in front of her father.
Her father was clean and respectable. Dmitri was a fat slob, a filthy plumber
- and she didn't try to stop him. The worst part was what he said - he said
to suck daddy's cock. It was a lot smaller than she thought it would be -
she'd never seen one, but she'd noticed the bulges in men's pants. Dmitri
had a little penis - more like a boy's than a man's. He found out where she
lived - he asked a co-worker for her father's address - and Daria went to
his apartment. She didn't want to - but she felt she had to obey him. She
would have obeyed anyone, but no one had ever been forceful with her. She
was tall, but she had the figure of an adolescent, with slender hips and
long, thin legs, small breasts and soft skin the color of fresh horseradish.
"Take your shirt off for daddy." She felt nauseous, letting him undress
her - but she was physically aroused, too, her gash glistening with excitement
when he put her on her hands and knees to deflower her. He held her afterwards,
and he brought her roses the next day. Daria had become Dmitri's girlfriend
- she didn't like him, but she knew deep down that she'd have to marry him.
She'd always expected to marry the first man who did things to her - things
she didn't like to think about until after he'd corrupted her, getting her
off with his fingers and pushing his little penis into her anus. Daria had
never thought about buttfucking until Dmitri put it in her shitter. She'd
never even heard of it, and she was ashamed of it... of liking it, of him
telling her how much she liked it, of licking his cock afterwards. Like Karina,
Daria was anal - but unlike Sergei, Dmitri was into that. Her father hit
her when she told him whom she planned to marry, and they'd hardly seen each
other since. He didn't attend the wedding, but he came to see his grandchildren
now and then. Daria knew that he'd wanted a better life for her - Dmitri
was a drunk, and he was often out of work. He beat her, too - it started
in the first month of their marriage, and for almost a decade she'd lived
in fear of his big, hairy hands. She almost lost their second child because
he hurt her during her pregnancy.
"Are you feeling better?" He'd leave her alone after hitting her, and she
had to beg him for forgiveness. "Suck daddy's cock." Daria was even more
ashamed of having to call him daddy than she was of having anal sex. But
those things only happened in the bedroom - most of the time she was a housewife,
and when she was twenty-three she started working, getting a secretarial
job with the city administration. The more she worked, the less Dmitri worked.
One day when he'd given her a black eye, her boss spoke to her in private.
She'd never been with anyone except Dmitri. Tovarishch Karimov didn't make
her call him daddy, but she felt like a little girl when she did things for
him. He made her tell him about Dmitri hurting her - he'd lock the office
door and ask her to sit in his lap. She had to show him her bruises and describe
how she felt when he told her to get on her hands and knees - "like a dog,"
Tovarishch Karimov called it - and her boss would touch her there, lifting
her dress and fingering her anal opening while she told him about what she
did for her husband. Mostly it ended with her blowing her boss, but sometimes
he'd lubricate his penis and slide it into her rectum, slowly reaming her
until he ejaculated. He was much bigger than Dmitri, but it didn't hurt that
much - he was gentle with her, and she was very needy in there. She was ashamed
of her need, and she felt guilty about being unfaithful. Her co-workers whispered
about her. Like Karina, she didn't have any friends.
They had another thing in common - Daria liked women, too. Unlike Karina,
she'd never been with one. Most of her fantasies were about being a little
girl again - she often played with her daughters, putting aside money to
buy them the pretty dolls that she liked just as much as they did. But Daria
had never done anything sexual with her children until she met Gustav, in
mid-August, just before the unsuccessful coup against Gorbachev, two weeks
before she first met Karina.
Gustav Meyer was from Munich - he was in Moscow on business, trying to negotiate
an agreement to export cheap cigarettes to the Soviet Union, a market that
Philip Morris already had close to a lock on. He'd never been to Russia before,
but he quickly discovered that he could easily indulge in his passion for
teenage girls. He was forty-eight years old, and he liked nothing better
than to ball schoolgirls. He had another, more dangerous passion - ever since
he was in his teens, he'd often been attracted to even younger girls - preteens.
This attraction grew stronger as he grew older, but he rarely crossed the
line - he tried to talk to little girls now and then, in the Englischer Garten,
and then he'd go home and masturbate. He'd never married, and most of his
experience was with prostitutes. The youngest whore he'd ever had was sixteen,
a Polish girl in Berlin, but he'd found a fourteen-year-old in Moscow. Gustav
was afraid of getting into trouble or catching a disease, but he found that
he didn't need to hunt for hookers - young teenagers interested in a man
from the West weren't a rarity. He wasn't exactly ugly, though he had a beer
belly, and at the time it was easy to spot a foreigner. What frightened him
most was taking them to his hotel - he didn't go in with them; he'd give
them the room number and hope that no one noticed his nocturnal visitors.
He gave them gifts and persuaded them to pose for him, besides fucking them
- he was an avid amateur photographer, and he could develop black-and-white
film himself. He was in paradise - enjoying himself more than he ever had
in his lonely life, and looking forward to returning to Bavaria to develop
his souvenirs - shot after shot of precocious young teens spreading their
legs on his hotel bed.
He was taking a stroll through Lefortovo Park when he saw Daria and her
daughters. Gustav's interests weren't restricted to young girls - he liked
pretty women, too, and Daria was drop-dead gorgeous. He didn't really think
anything, sitting down on the bench opposite the one they were sitting on
- he would have a cigarette and admire the trio. Daria was feeling lonely
- a year had gone by since her boss had been promoted, and she didn't see
him anymore. Her husband was working for a change, and she'd been at work
all day. She'd just picked the children up at the state day care center near
the park.
Gustav smiled at her, and Daria smiled back. She didn't usually smile at
strangers - but he was obviously a foreigner, and foreigners were still fairly
rare then. Her smile wasn't exactly inviting - she'd never even been seduced.
The two men she'd been with had forced themselves on her. Gustav was surprised
to find that she spoke some English - she'd studied it in secondary school,
before she met Dmitri. Daria was a little taken aback when he asked if she
would meet him for a drink - she was wearing her wedding ring. She shocked
herself by saying yes - she'd never met anyone from the West, and he fascinated
her. He was extremely polite and came from another world, one she'd always
wondered about - she loved to dream of the exotic places she'd seen in movies,
places full of fabulous homes and beautiful people.
It all happened so fast - she took her kids home and took the metro to a
stop near the hotel, and an hour later her cheap dress was bunched up around
her hips and his penis was in her mouth. He pulled her panties down and left
them around her left ankle, slowly fucking her willing mouth and slapping
her between the legs, lightly, playing with her. Dmitri had never done that
- she whimpered a little, opening her thighs. It was the closest she'd ever
come to making love - usually she was passive. Her husband hit her, but he'd
never hurt her carefully like the foreigner did, toying with her clit until
she came, squirting. Gustav had only been with hookers and the three teenagers
he'd met that week - he'd never slept with a woman who wanted him like Daria
did. Desperate, she got into doggy position, offering him her ass - if that
was what Dmitri and Tovarishch Karimov wanted, maybe all men wanted it. He
entered her vagina instead - but she slid forward and moaned, obviously eager
to take him in her tush. Gustav groaned when he pushed his cock into her
asshole. Daria pushed back against it, dripping, her sphincter taking him
in like a tiny mouth. He wasn't quite as big as her boss had been - but he
wasn't gentle. Dmitri did it hard - but his dick was small. Gustav grabbed
her hips and thrust it in to the root again and again, hurting her. Daria
came when he did, quivering and grunting.
She met him again the next day. She was in love with him - but she didn't
think anything would come of it. Daria suffered from low self-esteem, like
Karina. They _liked_ each other, and that was the main thing. They talked,
despite her poor English. They drank wine together. Daria had never really
been with a man except for sex, and with Dmitri as a housewife. When Gustav
wasn't fucking her, he was wining and dining her and buying her clothes at
the hard currency store - clothes she had to hide so that her husband wouldn't
see them. Then Gustav had to fly back to Germany - he was supposed to be
back three days later, but the coup kept him from returning until almost
the end of August.
Posted By Nikki
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