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The Russian Girl (Part 15)

By Katzmarek

This story is entirely a work of fiction. It is for entertainment
purposes only and does not reflect the author's views or attitudes. It
contains scenes of sexual activities with a minor and the author does not
condone this. This work may not be reproduced for profit without the
author's express permission. If you feel you would be offended by the
content, or underage, please proceed no further. . The Katz



The last week has been Lina, Lina, Lina. I've been dealing with
Lawyers, Accountants and Agents trying to figure out what's been happening
Stateside. She's still missing, somewhere, we think, on the Frankfurt
streets but really she could be anywhere.

It started when I got a call from my father to say that he had been
served with an order to hand over all her financial records and bank
accounts to someone called Grayburg Associates. They claim that they have
a contract with her to manage her finances.

It turns out that Grayburg is run solely by the partner of her current
Manager. Some weasel called John Slater now claims he has a management
contract with her. It all sounds rather suspect, to say the least, so I
get my Lawyer to check it out.

The Federal Police ring me at work, "Herr Bashoff? This is Inspector
Kammhuber of the Bundespolizei Karlsruhe. Do you know a Lina Poznan aka
Speridova?" "Yes. What's she done"?



"We are trying to figure that out Herr Bashoff. She is in hospital
here. She was found in the company of an Anneliese Schweren-Kamal, I
believe she was her room mate at the Giessen Voluntary Rehabilitation
Center in Frankfurt."



"That would be right," I say. "Why is she in hospital, is she alright"?
"Not exactly, Herr Bashoff. I'm sorry... we believe that the pair of them
have been... raped. Has she next of kin in Germany"?

It takes me a little while to digest the news. I answer the Inspectors
questions automatically. They can give few details except to say their
clothes had blood on them which was not theirs. They were sedated and
blood tests had shown a cocktail of drugs in their systems.

I close up for the day, make a brief call home, then drive the 100kms or
so down to Karlsruhe. The pair are in a room to themselves, a woman cop
sits quietly reading a magazine. A Turkish man sat next to a dark girl in
the other bed, his eyes moist and red.

"Herr Bashoff, is it"? The cop asks. "Yes," "This is Herr Kamal,
Anneliese's father," She says indicating the Turkish man. "Mustafa," he
says, shaking my hand warmly. His face a mirror of shock and sadness.
"Why my little girl..." he says, choking back tears, "to suffer...".

He can't contain himself any longer, his body heaves and shakes, and he
begins sobbing into his hands. "I'm sorry..." he tries to say, "I'm sorry
Ana..." By now my eyes are moist also. I put my arm around the big man and
he cries into my shoulder like a baby.

Later he is more together. I sit next to Lina, lying unconscious, her
face swollen and pale. A drip up her nose keeps her body supplied with
fluids. "Is she your daughter," Mustafa asks.

I don't know how to answer. I finally say, "My sister, adopted, she has
no parents. My parents and I are her only family." "Ah!," Mustafa says,
"she is very beautiful. Is she German"? "Russian, from the north,
Karelia."

Somehow it helps to talk to Mustafa. Two men, thrown together in a
common tragedy. "My daughter lives with me. Her mother and I don't get
along anymore. She is German. Ana... found it hard to accept her leaving.
She missed her mother. She got into very bad company. They gave her drugs
and did things...

This country is hard to raise kids in, Herr Bashoff. There are too many
temptations for them. Do you know..." he leans forward. "She had not let
a man touch her... before this..." "I'm sorry Mustafa..." I try to say.



"In Turkey, in my religion, they say that it is worse than death for a
girl. To be dishonored. In Turkey, in my village, there would not be a
trial for these men. The family would settle it and there would be no-one
left to try, believe this." He leans closer to me, his voice drops. "I
tell you, it would not be pleasant for them."

Just then an Officer enters the room and introduces himself as Inspector
Kammhuber. "Herr Bashoff, Herr Kamal. I think we may have some news. Two
men were brought into Casualty this morning with gunshot wounds. We have a
match with the blood on Fraulein Poznan's clothes. We are beginning to get
a picture I think." "Are they alive"? Mustafa asks.



"Yes. One has a chest wound, not too serious, missed most of the vital
bits. The other has... been shot in the buttocks." "Which one of your men
shot them, I want to shake his hand." Mustafa asks. "It was not one of our
men, Herr Kamal. We believe Fraulein Poznan did."



"Lina"? I exclaim, "shot him in the ass"? "Right up the date. A good
shot. Has she had any firearms training"? Kammhuber asks me. "None that
I know of." "Tell her that when she gets better we have a job for her in
Tactik. We can always use a good marksman."

"Let me see these vermin. I want to look into their faces," Mustafa
stands up. "Settle down, Herr Kamal, they are not going anywhere." "Who
are they"? He asks.



"Reiner Stube, 14, known as `Raede' has a chest wound, right side,
through the pectoral. Wolfgang Stralsund, 23, known as `Ram' shot in the
ass." "Children!" Mustafa spat.

The Inspector's mobile peeps and he quickly puts it to his ear. "Ja,
ja. Gut. Sheissen... zwei gewehr gehaben? ... ja gut... Danke...
ja...ja." He turns back to us.



"We have the gun, Herren. A Luger 08 long, a very heavy weapon for your
sister Herr Bashoff. We have also recovered a Skorpion machine pistol from
an address where we believe these events took place. It was well your
sister didn't get her hands on that Herr Bashoff. It had a full magazine.

The Inspector explains that they are from a group call the Stahlbund, a
bunch of neo-nazis. "They all have a string of convictions for violence,
theft, drugs and arson. They are a pain in the ass." Kammhuber raises his
eyebrows at the unintentional pun.



"They're just a bunch of thugs really. I don't really believe they have
any sort of philosophy at all. Unfortunately we have a few of them in
Germany.

This Anschluss with the East has brought a lot of problems.
Prostitution, drug trafficking, gangs." "You don't think that in a country
of 80 odd million there would be a few bad eggs"? I ask. "Oh sure, Herr
Bashoff, and we tend to deal only with those people."

I organize my affairs and decide to stay at the hospital. Sophia is not
too pleased.

Lina drifts in and out of consciousness over the next day, still under
sedation. The other girl is the first to awake. I am allowed to remain in
the room as the policewoman gently asks some questions. A victim support
person is also present.



"My name is Hilde, Anneliese, do you feel like telling me what happened
to you"? The cop asks. "Where's Lina"? She asks. "She's right here,
Ana, in the next bed, she is safe. What happened after you left the
Center"?



"Walked..." she says haltingly. "A long way... a yellow car stopped...
I didn't want to get into it... but Lina..." "Ok, can you describe the
car"? "Yellow... loud... music... very loud... punk music..." "Ok, said the
Officer, I'm going to show you a few pictures of cars. Can you tell me if
you recognize it."

The Officer shows her the pictures and eventually she picks an old
yellow Opel, chopped, channeled, with flared guards and over-wide wheels.
"Is that the one," "Yes". "Good."

"How many were in the car, Ana"? Ana counts to herself. "Three, yes, I
think three. Two in the front, `Ram' driving, and Raede sat with us in the
back... he liked Lina. Lina sat in the middle, Raede had his arm around
her. I didn't like his head... he had a tattoo right here," she touches
her forehead.



"What was the Tattoo, Ana"? "Nazi..." She describes it in the air.
"Swastika"? The cop says. "Yes, Swastika." She agrees.

"They called me ` the Turk' and Lina `the Pole'. I was scared but Lina
said it was all right and they would give us a place to sleep. She told me
that they were not as scary as they looked and that she'd known worse
people in Russia. I think she liked `Raede'."

Just then a Doctor looks in and beckons me for a word. I reluctantly
leave the unfolding tale and go with him to an office. "Herr Bashoff, I
have Lina's test results." "What have you found, Herr Doctor"? "Mmm,
moderate concentrations of Methamphetamine, Alcohol, Marijuana and, Herr
Bashoff"? "Yes"? I ask anxiously. "Syphilis."



"What? They gave her VD"? "No, not them. I'm sorry, but she has had
it for some time, at least a year. We will need to have her sexual
history, Herr Bashoff. Also, you will need to sign these papers
authorizing us to treat her." "Yes, yes, of course." "And Herr Bashoff,
there's more."



"Oh no! What is it"? "Lina is three weeks pregnant. It is possible
she doesn't know. Have you any idea who the father is"? "Not a clue...
not a clue," I answer sadly.

I am still reeling from the news when I slip quietly back into the room.

The Officer was saying, "You are doing very well, very well. Ana, can
you tell us anything about the house"? "There were flags and things on the
walls, Nazi ones. Graffiti everywhere, `Kriege an dem Turk', I remember
that one," she shudders at the recollection.



"Many rooms, empty bottles all around, broken furniture, horrible place.
Downstairs the windows had metal over them, it was very dark. Smelt of
alcohol and urine." "Where did you sleep"? "Upstairs, with Lina, the
mattress stank."



"Did they give you drugs"? The Officer asks. "Kristal." "And"? " We
drank Vodka and Orange. We got very high. I'm sorry Papa...

Mustafa's looks at the floor, he's softly crying. "Herr Kamal, would
you prefer to wait outside? I can get an Officer to take you..." "No!"
Mustafa says firmly, "I want to know, everything."



"As you wish. Ana, anything else"? "We smoked a joint, later on. We
had some Pizza, `Raede' bought some, he was their `gofer'. They called him
`Kadet'.



"What was `Ram', what did they call him"? "Bannfuhrer, and the other
guy, `Panzer', he was `Shturmmann'. There were others, `Doppel' I
remember, he was another `Shturmmann'. I can't remember them all. They
would come and go. But always there was `Raede', Ram' and `Panzer'. They
lived there I think."



"Good Ana, very good. It is important you tell us everything you
remember, ok? But don't worry if you can't remember some things. It'
normal, you've had a rough time."

"That night, you went to bed, upstairs"? The woman asks. "Yes, I don't
remember getting up there, just flashes of memory, certain things." "Tell
us what you remember, in your own time, you're doing exceptionally well,
you are a brave woman."



"I feel Lina's arms around me. She is warm, it's nice to feel her
there." "You were lying, how"? Asks the Officer. "Lina's behind me, so."
Replies Ana indicating. "Like, spoon fashion"? "Yes, like that. Bed is
bouncing, there is someone else." "Who"? "Raede, not sure. Him and Lina
were... at it."



"Making love"? "Yes." "What were they doing, how were they...
positioned"? "He was lying on his back, so. And Lina was between his
legs. She had his `thing' in her mouth." "Penis? She was sucking him"?



"Yes, Lina said he's just a boy and she spat out his `stuff'. I
remember her saying that she hated men coming in her mouth. I don't
remember anything until later." "What happened later"?



"He was on top of her, bouncing very fast, the bed was shaking, that's
what woke me." "How was Lina? What was she doing"? "She told him to slow
down, he was going too fast. He didn't listen and kept going until he
finished. Afterwards Lina cuddled up to me and said `hopeless' and
giggled. She was very high."

"A while later, I think, or it could be morning, I don't remember. The
door burst open and the rest came in making lots of noise and clapping.

They asked Raede how was she and he was lucky to get such a bitch. Lina
was asleep and didn't hear what they said about her. They called her a
Polish slut and bitch and that they would all have her and they would
invite the whole `Bann'.

They said she'd get what she's good for, things like that. Then they
tried to pick her up but she's out cold. One says that they can wait and
another says, `what about the Turk', but, I hear `Ram's' voice say she is
out cold too and they will have a party later on."

"Lina didn't hear all this, but I did. I pretended to be asleep, but I
heard them. I wish she had been awake..."

"What happened in the morning, you ate, who was there"? Asks the cop.
"Just `Raede' the rest had gone. We didn't get up till the afternoon. I
had a headache and `Raede' gave me some Panadol. We had some Salami and
bread, `Raede' got it from the supermarket."

"Lina was sick. She threw up her lunch, she looked terrible. I told
Lina that we should leave, but she was too sick. I tried to get her up
when `Raede' was busy but it was useless. I couldn't carry her. She was
talking in Russian and I couldn't understand her."

"Ana, listen carefully. You are a brave girl and we are all very proud
of you. But we need to know this, so listen carefully." "Yes"? "Why
didn't you escape yourself and go to the Police"?



"I, I... didn't want to leave Lina... `Raede' was good to us. He said
that he would look after us. He poured Lina a bath. Helped me to put her
in... he left us alone." Ana was crying.

"They would put me away... in hospital." "Who would, what hospital"?
"Papa. He said he would send me to..." "For your own good Ana. Now look
what happened to you..." Mustafa interrupts.

"Ok, ok.' Says the cop, "So you were afraid for your friend and what
might happen to you if you went to the Police. And you say that `Raede'
was being good to you and you trusted him to look after you. Is that it"?
"Yes."



"But something bad happened." "Yes." "And `Raede' didn't protect you"?
"I think he tried, but Lina...." "Lina what"? "Nothing."

"You have to help us Ana. Would you prefer to continue later. Do you
want to talk to Frau Geller, or rest"? "Thirsty, I need something to
drink." "Ok, I'll get the nurse. I'll leave you with Frau Geller for a
while."

I leave the room with the Policewoman, I need a coffee and a sandwich.
"It is important that we don't push her too hard, Herr Bashoff. She is in
pretty good shape considering, but we must be careful not to put her on the
defensive." "I see." "How are you coping, Herr Bashoff"? "Call me Eric.
It's a shock," I answer.



"Eric. Have you been in Germany long"? "Two years, I'm married to a
German." "Ah. Germany is not like this. We have our bad elements, just
like any country. This hospital is good, the girls will be well cared
for." "I know about bad elements, I come from Los Angeles." "Yes, we still
have a way to go before we reach the level of crime in America."

Kammhuber meets us in the Cafeteria. "How's it going Hilde"? he asks,
"Bearing up Herr Bashoff"? I nod. "She's doing pretty well," Hilde says,
"better than expected, we are about halfway through." "Good."

"Stube's bleating like a baby. The other one is a twisted son of a
bitch. If you ask me, it is a pity fraulein Poznan did not aim a bit
higher up. I won't repeat that of course." "I would have," I tell the
Inspector.

"Is he worth ten years of your life"? "No. Will Lina be charged"? I
ask. "I doubt it, legitimate self-defense. Stube appears to have got in
the way of their escape and copped one for his troubles. I don't think
anyone will grieve over him."

"There is no doubt they were drugged, terrorized and abused and Stube
was a participant. He held them there for two days even though they wanted
to leave. They had no reason to believe that he would help them,
especially after Poznan blew out his boss's ass. He won't be shitting for
a while."

"How did she get the gun," I ask. "Apparently it was kept in an
unlocked drawer. There was a machine gun in the closet too. Careless of
them to leave them around but they are not the brightest lot."

Kammhuber leans closer. "I think that in their twisted hateful minds it
never entered their heads that Poznan would have the presence of mind to
find a gun and shoot her way out. Girls are not suppose to do those
things, see"?

A nurse arrives. "Herren, Fraulein Poznan has come around." "Good, can
you take Fraulein Kamal into the sunshine for a while. It would be good to
talk to Fraulein Poznan on her own." "Certainly Herr Inspector, I will see
to it. Fraulein Poznan is very fragile..." "We will be careful, Nurse.
Hilde, back to work"? "Jawohl Herr Inspector."

We sit each side of Lina. She is blinking around her as I introduce
everyone. "Eric? You came for me"? She asks in a dreamy voice.



"Hilde will ask you some questions, Lina. Tell her everything you know.
You are not in trouble." "What do they want to know? What is this all
about?" She sounds frightened. "I didn't do anything."



"We just want to ask you some questions about your friend Ana. It will
not take long," Says the Police Officer. "Ana? Is she all right, she
didn't die"? "No, she is alive and well. She is out in the sunshine." "I
must see her."



"Later, Lina. Please tell us what happened to her"? "They... they...
hurt her. I heard them... in the next room... she was screaming..."



"Who are they"? "Ram, and the others, Panzer. I couldn't move...
couldn't get up... too sick..." "Ram, Panzer and others had Ana next door"?

"Yes... she was screaming... I couldn't bear it..." "What do you think
they were doing to her Lina"? Lina bursts out crying I hold her hand
stroke her face. "She doesn't do that... she hasn't been with anybody...
she doesn't know... Raede, he doesn't help her... he is such a boy..."



"Ok, let's take it back, one step at a time. You were at the Rehab
Center. Why did you leave"? "Ana wanted to leave. She's not strong, like
Anya... she doesn't know... I went with her to take care of her." "Anya?
Who's Anya"? "Oh, someone I used to know, long time ago."



"Ok, so you left with Ana. Then what did you do." "Walked... too tired,
no money... so we hitch hike." "Who picked you up". "Lots, businessman
type. He wanted to touch my leg. I wouldn't let him. Too old."



"The yellow car, Lina, remember"? "A brick, like a Lada. Eric has nice
cars. I always like Eric's cars. No top... I can feel the wind..."



"Who was in the yellow car, Lina." "Ram, Panzer and Raede. Raede was
nice to me. He was good looking, but too young...too stupid.... I don't
think he meant any harm... he is so easily led... I shouldn't have..."
"Shouldn't have what"? "Nothing."

"Ok, so where did they take you"? "To a town, a house. They said they
had a room where we could stay." "Drugs"? "They... said they didn't have
C. they said Kristal was much better... I got so high... it went on and on.
Not like C."



"Anything else"? "They drank vodka, I hate vodka. They said it was
Polish vodka so I should love it. They thought I was Polish, idiots!" "Is
that all"? "Some grass, later on, after Pizza."



"Then what"? "Went to sleep, very tired..." "Where"? "Upstairs, with
Ana, she was wasted. Raede and I carried her up. She was all floppy, her
head rolled about. I was worried about her so I lay next to her to make
sure she was safe." "Did Raede stay"? "No, he left." "Did he come back,
later"? "No, I slept."

"Ana says that Raede and you had sex"? The Officer continued. "That
night." "Maybe, I don't remember." "Do you remember the others coming in,
afterwards." "No." "When you woke up, then who was there"? "Raede, the
others had gone. I was sick, I threw up."



"When did the others come back"? "That night, they were drunk. They
sat around drinking. I was tired and sick, I took Ana up to bed and lay
next to her." "And what happened"? "I woke up, she was not there. Raede
was trying to take my clothes off. I couldn't move. I pretended to be
asleep so he would go away. He left and I heard him go next door.
Asshole!"



"They had Ana, next door"? "I heard them... her. I think they all had
her...one after another... she was yelling, no, no, no... all the time. I
couldn't move... too sick... Poor Ana..."

Lina is crying. The Officer suggests they have a break for Lina to
rest. I stay with her, holding her hand and listening to her sobbing. She
eventually falls back off to sleep. Frau Geller urges me to get something
to eat and assures me she will let me know should Lina awake.

Kammhuber and Hilde are sitting in the Cafeteria when I arrive. "She is
sleeping"? Hilde asks. "Yes." She nods.



Kammhuber is in his shirtsleeves, his bald forehead is beaded with
sweat, and he looks drawn. "Our friends are in surgery Herr Bashoff. Tell
me, Fraulein Poznan is adopted, yes"? "Kind of." I explain to the
Inspector, briefly, how she came into my life.



"Ah, so how well do you know about her life prior to coming to America"?
"A little, why"? "Let me tell you how she shot these guys. Her friend is
face down on the bed, `Ram' is trying to rape her in the backside. Lina
can't stand it anymore so she gets the gun from the drawer downstairs, runs
up the stairs to the door. Takes stance, releases the safety, two hands,
pulls the trigger, boom! `Ram's' down, spins, takes stance, two hands,
`Raede' has followed her, boom! He's down."



Kammhuber continues, "A Luger weighs about 4 kilos, it is a heavy
weapon, very old design. Someone with no experience with firearms, if they
could release the safety, would try to fire it one handed, like the movies,
Wyatt Earpe, yes"?



"Not only does your Lina know how to take off the safety catch but she
uses two hands, brings the weapon up to eye level, sights along the barrel,
shoots `Ram' in the ass, spins and shoots `Raede' in the chest before
either could react."

" Our amateur would shoot one handed, the gun jumps from the recoil and
the bullet goes into the ceiling, it throws her off balance, she needs to
fire again but `Raede' has her and grabs her arm. Your Lina is a shooter,
Herr Bashoff," He leans closer, "a TRAINED shooter."



"I... I have no idea..." I try to speak. "Never mind," says the
Officer, "It is as well because I don't think Fraulein Kamal could have
taken much more. Animals!"

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Horny young men can be difficult to persuade that you meant to say no. The presence of an SO would reinforce the word a lot! >Difficult, is it not? Yes - prudence suggests you must be there, practicalities of trying to persuade some one of that age to participate may well mean that you find him very worried about your presence. I know you have told me that MM doesn't interest you Jack, but MF(M) is very close and could well frighten him off. It really is only in fiction that a horny young man appears like a knight in black armour and is available, willing and knows not only how to participate, but also when and how to exit the situation. >Suggestions, any little help? Rather than trying to use subterfuge or luring him into a situation, there is another way, another alternative. The three of you sit down over a drink and you put a 'proposition' to him. Sheila wants to be in a situation where she has a heavy petting session, maybe leading to a bedroom/wherever occurrence that might even lead to a full-blown sex session with a third party while you watch. Explain it as just a whim, just a kink that she wishes to try and perhaps experiment with. You are happy to go along with this as you love her sufficiently to do so. Stress the maybes' and the let outs so that if either you or Sheila become sufficiently unsettled then everything stops. No penetration without either full assent from both of you or without protection being worn at all times. Lay careful and detailed ground rules and stop signs between you, Sheila and him, so that there is no ambiguity and can be no unpleasantness. I would suggest that any alcoholic loosening up is limited to a bottle of not too strong wine. That gives a couple of glasses each, without either harming performance or getting so pissed that control of the situation is lost. The last thing is more important and what made the previous scenario with someone you knew so potentially difficult/dangerous. You do NOT meet at your house/flat/residence or whatever. That way he does not know where you live and cannot cause problems or difficulties in the future. Buy yourselves a room in a motel for the night. They come with a double and single bed, TV, warmth, shower with unlimited hot water, towels and so on. They also are anonymous - you to him / him to you - and the staff, once you have paid for it in advance, couldn't give a damn what you're going to use it for. Only you know that, and only you need to book, sign in and pay for it Jack. It is also neutral ground so no-one gives a toss about territory. If we had decided that the three of us were to be involved, then that is precisely the scenario I would have suggested to you. Sheila---I appreciate that I am probably the same age as your parents so I can understand that not being a dreadful turn on. Doesn't mean that I couldn't either try the suggestion out (older men just might be a turn on!) or that it's a rule out for the future. A more mature person with nothing against other males - while not a homosexual the scenario of two men and one woman is one I find interesting. Jack mentioned, I think, the situation where he might be involved in helping the other man enter Sheila or whatever - most red-blooded males I can think of would find that both off-putting and worrying if not a direct turnoff, as would/will most folks in a threesome anyway. That thought or idea doesn't bother me. Someone once said if you shut your eyes and someone gives you a blowjob you would be hard-pressed to tell who or which sex was the giver. Don't know as up to this point in my life I haven't tried that yet - but it sounds a pretty factual statement to me! For what it's worth that's my two cents. But by sitting down and talking things over before hand you, in setting clear rules of engagement (military style!), are in full control of the situation right from the start. For both protection and safety I think that is the only way to go. As well as that if the other guy doesn't like it, you say 'fine' and walk away without harm being done, an evening being spoilt or wasted or the threat of physical harm being threatened because "effin hell I didn't know that's what you wanted to do!" Sorry for the nasty language Sheila - but you know what I mean. Jack, Sheila - I think that makes sense. I think it is a relatively easy way to progress. I think it has the maximum potential to be fun, because every one knows where they stand and I think it exposes both of you to the minimum amount of risk. And NO! Before you ask I have not done this in the past! I have just given it a little thought in case you called my bluff and invited me. It is what would have minimised the risk to all three of us in that situation. I can't think of anything else, but that doesn't mean that there isn't something I may either not thought of or that you may want to play differently. The only thing that I would insist upon is the the Motel style accommodation. I only suggest that because I know the size, style and cost of the room in advance. Given that there is room for you to sit well in the background Jack, it might be the best fifty quid you ever spent. With much love and thought for a safe outcome - and I insist you let me know both in advance and that you also recount things, either individually, or with a joint letter on both your feelings afterwards. Take care Sven o - O - o All had then gone quiet and I assumed that a decision had been taken not to proceed. Then I got a terse note to say it had failed. Not a lot else, so I had asked for a little more detail, 'if they cared to share things.' They had. The note had came back almost by return: >Hi Sven > >As best as I can relate the fiasco of Saturday 21st November. >Unfortunate that the 19 y/o is also called Jack -- perhaps we will refer to >him as 'the lad' to avoid confusion. > >We had a nice meal at home, retired to the lounge where, before long, Sheila >and the lad were in a sort of cuddle. It is this that had persuaded Sheila >and myself to carry on. He seemed to have no problem with kissing and >cuddling Sheila in my presence (Great!!). It has always turned me on seeing >them at this stage. > > >So, Sheila and the lad cuddling, I then said I had to send off some e-mail. > > >Went to the study, where I just stood and shook, imagining what might be >happening. It is a feeling which is quite indescribable. > >About 10 minutes later, Sheila came to me and said that the lad was going >home. And he went home! > >Gathered from Sheila, later, that he had touched her breasts under her tee >shirt (no bra) and she had felt that he was hard. > >At this point he excused himself and decided he was going home. > >We had such high hopes last Saturday, everything going swimmingly, and then >'pooph' all blown away. > >End of story on this one. > >Giving it one more chance, back to the 'father figure' for Sheila. > >Must admit, it begins to appeal to me. > >Pissed off and fed up >Jack & Sheila Which is why I was driving to see them; finally just getting to meet them seemed at least to be in order. In any case - 'I' was the father figure Jack had spoken of. The meeting place was about half way between the respective cities we lived in and, as I had suggested, quite anonymous. They had a photograph so they knew who to look for, that way they also had a chance to back out if they didn't want to continue. Coffee almost finished I read my newspaper; forty minutes had passed from the allotted time and I was close to saying 'Sod it' and going back home - 200 miles on a promise! The waitress came over and I looked up. "Excuse me sir, are you called 'Sven'?" I admitted I was. "I was asked to give you this envelope, sir." I thanked the girl and took the sealed envelope, glancing around the dining room as I did so. I realised I hadn't really been paying too much attention to the other people in the place, and cursed inwardly at not keeping my eyes open. I tore open the envelope and read the single piece of motel note paper - it just had a number on it. I laughed out loud at the symbolism - unlucky 13. Jack and Sheila had a sense of humour if nothing else. Still chuckling to myself I paid my bill and walked through, carrying a small suitcase, into the lodge section of the hotel. Number thirteen was at the end of the first corridor I came to, the quiet end, that is farthest away from the entrance vestibule and desk. The duty clerk merely glanced up and smiled at me as I walked past. I reached the door, glanced briefly in the mirror, took a deep breath and with a sense of approaching the unknown, knocked on the door. I saw a brief flash as someone looked out of the 'spy-hole', before an attractive blonde opened the door, security chain stopping it from opening more than a few inches. "Hi - Sven?" "That's right, - Sheila?" She laughed, a gentle laugh, grinned and said "That has to be the most ridiculous exchange I've ever heard. Hang on, I'll have to close the door so as to take the chain off, then I can let you in properly." The door clicked shut, then just as quickly opened up and Sheila stood to one side and invited me in with a wave of her hand. She closed the door behind me and put the security lock back on. Laughing she said "Well, you never know...." I followed her down the short corridor and into the room. The lights were low and I could see another person, wearing jeans, sitting in a chair out of the direct light. "Hi Sven - I'm Jack, for the purpose of this evening I'm not really here--please try and forget about me. I'm sorry for the secrecy and delay in making our move, we wanted to have some final discussions. I also didn't book the room until we had both had time to see you in the flesh and decide what we wanted to do." Jack went explained that they had decided that they could both go along with what ever happened. As long as Sheila was comfortable with the situation, Jack was not going to intervene. "No!" from Sheila or "Stop!" from him and the evening was over. Sheila was sat on the bed as Jack talked to us both. Other than the original greeting she hadn't said anything. I turned to her. "Sheila. Now that Jack's voiced your thoughts, have you anything to add?" She smiled, then with laughter in her voice "Not really, except that from now on it's just you and me, Jack's going to indulge his fantasy and become a voyeur, watching his other half make out. Can you cope with that?" Now it was my turn. "Yes. As you know from our letters and chats, I had the snip thirteen years ago, but I've brought some condoms if you feel you would prefer me to use them--that's your call. The only other thing is just remember I'm not as young as I once was - I take rather longer than five minutes to recover!" They both laughed at the comment and Sheila offered me a glass of wine she had poured out earlier. I had noticed Jack was already drinking, whereas Sheila had either refilled hers or had only taken a sip. There was movement in the background as Jack turned on some quiet new-age music that would fill in any awkward silences. I took a sip then Sheila took the glass from me, put it down and put her arms around my neck and kissed me, flicking her tongue across my lips. She tasted good. I held her waist, then slipped my hands down to her hips as we continued to kiss. I moved my hands up and ran my fingers through her shoulder length hair as we came up for air. I continued to hold her and said "Hey - not so fast, let's make this linger just a little." She smiled the question at me, her head turned a little to one side. "How about a little rub down down? I hesitate to call it a massage, because it might not last that long, but it's a way for us to get to know each other easily." Sheila's smile broadened. "After your last story, I wondered if you'd want to do that." "Ok, down to your bra and panties then," I said. Sheila giggled "That's going to be a little difficult, Sven." Reaching up she slipped her light sweater off. I sighed gently as her breasts bobbed free - no bra - as she undid her jeans and slid them off I said "And I suppose...." then didn't bother to finish the question as it became obvious there were no panties either. Sheila burst out laughing at the look on my face and just said "Well, they weren't going to stay on long so I didn't bother. Now you're very over dressed!" So in turn I slipped off my clothes and joined her in relative nudity, except I kept my shorts on. "Got to keep a little mystery, well just for the moment anyway." I went into the bathroom and got a couple of large fluffy bath towels and spread them on the bed. Sheila sat on the end on one of them. Then I got some oil from my case --if I do any sort of massage I prefer oil to talc, less messy. More fun as well. "On your tummy then -" and Sheila lay there, beautiful, rear upwards as I warmed the oil in my hands. I knelt on the bed beside her head as I dripped a little of the oil onto her shoulders. She groaned softly as I eased down her back with my fingers. A long time ago I had a lover who was exquisitely good at massage, she taught me more than enough to be able to please a woman. She was a good teacher. I moved my hands down, gently working along either side of her spine. Sheila didn't have much spare fat, but did have a good figure, nicely in proportion. I finished up my first session on her back, gently kneading her ass. She whimpered quietly and squirmed a little. She was very turned on. I moved down, keeping one hand in contact, and started on the backs of her legs. She moved them apart so as to give me more room, and the naked lips of her vulva were plainly in view. I felt my hardness grow at the sight. I ran my thumbs up the centre of her left leg, fingers either side, from ankle to thigh as I knelt astride it. Gently I let my fingers brush her sex and the whimper became a groan, then the same with the other leg. Now alternately, just the tops of her thighs and then finally my hands, one on the back of each leg and my thumbs meeting in her soaking quim. Two. Three. four strokes like that and the dam burst and she came for the first time with a violent shudder and a tiny, almost inaudible scream. Her thighs clamped hard on my hands as I felt her pulse pounding underneath me. I waited, kneeling still as she half curled up, then slowly opened her eyes as her breathing steadied. Her bright eyes sparkled as she said "God that was good," then, still breathing a little heavily, "Now my turn - I can't massage like that - so on your back please." I lay down and Sheila put some oil on her hands, then started on my chest, paying attention to my nipples, then on down across my stomach. "Take them off please." Not so much a request as a command, so I lifted my rear a fraction and eased my shorts off. As I sprang into view, all she said was "Wow!" All pretence at massage gone she slipped her oiled hands round my penis and gently worked them up and down. After the sexual tension of the last half an hour it was gorgeous. I told her I wouldn't last long if she continued, she giggled "Good!" and then bent forward, still kneeling, her ass towards me and engulfed the head with her lips, her tongue swirling round the rim, her hair swishing about my upper thighs. Afterwards, writing about it, the only real expression that fits is - 'she literally blew my mind!' I lasted less than ten seconds before I erupted. Looking past her thighs and her left breast I watched as she drank and swallowed all of the considerable amount of semen I produced, aware of Jack in the background for the first time in some minutes. He, having indulged in a 'hand-job' to the same rhythm as Sheila and I, had come with me. She cleaned me off, then turned round and before I could do or say anything shared my semen with me in a big sloppy slippery kiss. I can't say that it was the best thing I have ever tasted, but neither was it the worst. Anyway, if she was prepared to eat me I felt I had better be prepared to do the same. After a few minutes of Sheila lying half on top of me and cuddling and kissing me, we sat up and had a sip of wine. I started to say something to Jack and Sheila put her hand across my mouth and said "No, just you and I, there's no-one else in the room - remember." So I nodded and she took her hand away, then kissed me. By now she was sat astride me as I lay on my back, her beautiful sex open and red and waiting, hungry for the next round. I pulled her up so that she straddled my face and I could run my tongue round her juicy lips and eat her, comfortably, to my hearts content! Juicy as a description turned out to be inadequate to a degree that belied belief. Sheila positively ran and that juice was the nectar of the Gods. I licked, she squirmed, the juices ran even more. I could feel my penis seeming to grow larger than ever before. Finally she couldn't take any more and moved down me, sliding her wetness down my belly to my waiting cock, leaning forward as she did dangling her breasts tantalisingly in my face her hair falling about my head. I felt her hand grasp me and steer me into that hot, wet, chasm of clasping loveliness and flexed my hips upwards into her, her grasp still guiding me into place. In the recesses of my mind I also registered that she had both hands on my shoulders supporting her weight and realised, in the same split second that she did, that Jack had come out from the darkness and was at last participating. His fantasy of watching his wife being fucked by another man was complete with my penetration of Sheila - and as I had suggested those scant months before, he had guided me, the other man, into her waiting vagina. As we realised, Sheila and I exploded in an orgasm, by far the the most intense I have ever experienced. I seemed to cum and keep cumming for an eternity, all the time feeling Sheila's muscles milking me empty. We finished up with Sheila lying on top of me, her face next to mine, her head turned to one side. As I opened my eyes Jack's penis was being swallowed just an inch from my face and mouth. It seemed totally natural watching Sheila helping Jack to cum. And cum he did, just a few seconds later, spraying semen everywhere in a torrent. A fountain of love that covered us both. We ended up enjoined, my penis to Sheila's vagina, Jack's penis to Sheila's mouth. I'm not and never have been attracted to men, but for that few minutes the experience of Sheila licking Jack's cock clean and then licking his semen off our faces seemed right. We three hugged each other and held tight to what had been an incredible experience. o - 0 - o A little later as we drank a coffee before I left to drive home, they explained that what had happened was a fantasy they had had for a long time. It had got to the point of being almost an obsession and they had wanted, with the right person, to live out and explore it to the limit. Having done so, they had 'got it out of their system' and would probably never either want or actually do it again. As I finally left, Jack thanked me once more and Sheila gave me a last kiss. We still chat about stories and Net happenings by e-mail, but not about 'The Night'. Somehow the shared experience was so deep, we've never found the need to do so. � Sven the Elder March 2002

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