N.B. Spellings (if correct) are in UK English. All the characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author neither condones or endorses any of the activities detailed in this story, which could well be illegal in certain jurisdictions. I'm adding (for legal reasons) that apparently if you're under-age you mustn't read this, so if that's the case go away and grow up.

Author's Note.

Unlike the first time this story was posted, I'm not desperately scratching away with my Quill in order to keep a few chapters ahead of my readers, for those who stay the course it's 86 chapters long, and I've recently had former readers bug me for those last six, but I thought with a total repost more people could follow the entire adventure, only this time to it's conclusion.

Some eagle eyed viewers may have noted Anna is now eleven, but the story code age has not been revised upwards, that's because we do meet a few more younger models, it may even need to be revised downwards. I'm re-reading this myself for this posting, so please give me a little leeway if the codes don't always keep up with the narrative.

If or when readers from the old days find this story, please either drop me a line or leave something in the comments box, Chris can always pass forward your email address to me without attaching it to your comments posted about the story. I felt guilty about not being able to complete this tale previously but happenings in my personal life together with the lack of a suitable venue prevented me completing the entire post of this story until now.

Chapter 36

(Warning advisory, parts of this chapter contains some factual information, those unwilling to know the truth should look away now.)

Anna decided Mr Bear could spend the days laying on her bed, it would be good to lay back against the big soft toy as a bolster when she was reading, at night she would sit him beside the bed. She didn't know what they called the different bed sizes, but her brothers, Marta, and herself didn't have the narrow size children's ones, so on nights that they wanted to share there was lots of room, only mum and dad slept in a bigger one. Anna intended to practice on her new guitar this morning until Irisha came over, then they might join in with the Forum, as it was using the computer itself rather than 'talking' to the others where Irisha wanted to improve her skills. She should be getting her own machine this week as she now lived somewhere safe, that also had an internet connection.

Her mum was doing a small order for the catering company today, so the marvellous smell of savoury pies would pervade the house, the boys were off round at Eve's house playing with Victor, and Marta planned to spend some of the day with dad at the house project.

After an hour they signed off the Forum, and went down to the kitchen in time to snag a couple of the tiny savouries not long out of the oven, plus a glass of milk before returning to Anna's room. Anna played a few simple pieces she had learned then demonstrated a few chords next letting Irisha have a go, unfortunately her ear for language didn't seem to translate to music, but Anna said she had been no better when she had first started. When Irisha had seen all the cards she had wished Anna a happy birthday apologising about a lack of card or present, Anna said how it was unimportant, but grinning said to remember for next year.

At the sound of her mobile, Anna checked to see 'unknown caller', answering to find an excited Yana wanting to speak to her daughter, soon the girl was jumping up and down, asking her mother to repeat herself. Apparently notification of 'Laura's' first download fee had arrived with the post, and the money was in their new bank account, and Yana was now able to get the cash to repay the money the sisters had loaned them.

Irisha asked if Anna would have received her money that morning, from the set they had done together, at this Anna went into how she had current and residual fees, along with various payments and percentages that Marta had earned listed out each month, but she herself no longer viewed the statements, as now they had all they needed, the rest was all for the family nest egg.

They decided to continue their search of the web trying out some more from the list they had yet to view, a new discovery were sites that featured just one girl, they both thought although it might be nice to have your own site, it was more fun at the Studio as it was also a sort of social club for the girls with their common link. Then they found a couple of Russian sites, as they were quite used to reading in Russian it took far less thinking about. It seemed most of the girls were nudists anyway from their tans, although unlike ordinary nudist sites these shots were posed, but still lots of the pictures were outside.

They found another girl with her own site from St Petersburg who seemed somewhat of an icon, as there were many links relating to her, and she had vast numbers of picture sets, but the odd thing was the lack of nude shots. In almost all her work she wore nice clothes, most were skimpy, but there were only a few sets where she was naked, plus a few individual images that may have been taken as she was getting changed in the studio between sets.

Following the links she had some friends who also had their own similar if less well known sites, and sometimes she did two girl sets with these other models. Checking out more of her work they traced backwards through her career noting she had always been a natural in front of the lens, and how her poise and style had blossomed from the early amateur shots as a young girl.

She had a mixture of locations, some on a country smallholding that could well be her grandparents place, then in a succession of apartments where she was obviously living, and each one as she got older nicer than the last. There was some studio work, but also a lot of outdoor shoots, some of them taken on family days out, as she was hardly ever getting naked. On some outings her friends were seen who later started their own sites.

Looking at the bulletin board links they found a mixture of information and speculation about how her mother had left the farm to seek work in the city, and then got pregnant and with her boyfriend leaving became a single mum. The girl spent much time on the smallholding while the mother sought out work even doing nude modelling, and it was assumed that the photographer stroke boyfriend at some time met the young daughter and that started her career in modelling.

They didn't know how much to believe from what they had read, but it seemed to be at least plausible from the scant evidence from what they had seen, so they chased a few more leads until they saw it was true there were nude pictures of the girl's mother, so maybe some of what they had read could be true.

The web sites they found that were based in America were very tame, all young teen girls in tiny little bathing costumes, but there were vast numbers of them, proving they had an over-whelming interest, even if they wouldn't admit it out loud to themselves.

The girls talked about their finds, and about how popular the photos, drawings and stories were that depicted teen and pre-teen girls in a sexual, or at least an erotic way, in Japan there was a whole massive following of Manga, and similar styles of comic book that had very young sexual heroines always with older men. Their conclusion was that paedophilia wasn't a minority sick perversion, but a widespread interest that was being suppressed. The news media tended to use the word in association with people who hurt or murdered children, not as it was originally defined in the dictionary as people who had a love of children that was sometimes expressed in a sexual way.

If Anna had the vocabulary she would have divided the two camps into nice paedophiles who loved and admired the beauty and eroticism of young girls, which covered the vast majority of people tagged as pedos. The others as sick psychopathic bastards who preyed on, and hurt youngsters, which was fortunately a very slim minority, although the media seemed unable or unwilling to make any distinction between those two groups.

The meaning of the word had now been perverted itself, and anyone who liked girls or even pictures of girls was lumped together with all the sick horrible people who did really bad things. Both of them thought this was unfair, and it was probably why girl lovers were afraid to speak up, as they would be condemned along with all the very nasty people.

They thought it was sad if you were unable to say what you believed, but there wouldn't be so much interest, or such large sales figures if girl lovers were really such a minority.

After what was for them a deep and philosophical conversation they had a bite of lunch then walked over to the site, Anna wrestling whether to mention anything about Taras and the interest he had shown in her new friend.

"What did you think of the boys Marta has working on the house job?"

"It was a bit odd, they were very polite, I didn't hear any of them swear, not even once, was it because we were at the table?"

"No it was a rule Marta made, if they wanted to join her scheme, they had to dress neatly and be polite. Trying to expand into the local neighbourhood finding other customers who would have work for them after this job ends meant they had to make a good impression, or nobody would take them seriously. The funny thing is, it has caught on and the ladies on site started a swear box, so everyone had to watch their mouth, I don't know what they will spend the money on though. If they use it for an end of job party nobody will get drunk that's for sure."

The girls started laughing at this observation, and Anna made a few more comments about the lads, stating how hard they were working to improve their lives, by picking up skills from many of the older workers. Running out of subject matter as they neared their destination, Anna said she'd overheard Taras say how pretty he thought she was, but that he was too shy to speak to her, looking to gauge Irisha's reaction."

Irisha stopped walking. "The tall handsome one in charge said that, about me?"

"Well that was the gist of it, I think because they are homeless they don't see that anyone could look past that, but from what I overheard he didn't think a nice girl like you would give him the time of day, it's like he's ashamed he has no home or family."

When Irisha said it was sad that these boys felt like that Anna suggested that she could befriend him, not as a girlfriend perhaps, but just a friend and see if they got on together, she thought to herself, I'm not playing chess, honest, though sure Marta would disagree.

It was an interesting afternoon, four men from the Studio were working on site, three on the various panels to create their illusions, while the fourth was transforming some plain plastered columns into faux stone, that looked real even from fairly close-up. When they found Marta with Igor he was just launching into teaching mode.

"Where you spend money on a job has varying outcomes, some maintenance jobs hardly change the value, but without them it's hard to sell the place. With some improvements you make, you can add value, say three or four times what you've spent, like for instance the new kitchen, but make the wrong changes and you can devalue a property. But these painted illusions going on just now, they raise the whole building into another league, so different, it will catch the eye of those prepared to shell out for something that's unique."

As October was drawing to a close there was a chill in the air, and for once Irisha was less concerned that her old coat was looking a bit tight and frayed for she didn't want to embarrass the boys in Marta's work team; or make that one boy on the team. It had been amusing to watch the teens circle each other, each trying to be cool, friendly though not overt, several people had noticed, the odd nod or wink to a workmate as they observed.

All three girls were helping by passing out hot drinks around the site, and by doing some of the fetching and carrying, provided it was nothing too heavy, although Irisha seemed fascinated by the new gravel paths that were being laid by five of the younger guys on site. Cornered by Marta, Anna related the conversation she and Irisha shared on the way there, causing her sister to shake her head mentioning chess just as Anna had predicted.

The ladies on site didn't confine themselves to the kitchen, but followed along behind the workforce cleaning up, so the skilled workers could get on with what they did best, thus hasten progress. Today roles were reversed as a couple of the men took on helper roles as the women set up their temporary 'field kitchen' so the food service could continue while the kitchen they had been using in the house was ripped out. Igor was speculating by spending big bucks on all the best quality labour saving appliances, so the prospective lady of the house, or her cook, could cater for the odd executive dinner party with ease.

The site ladies wouldn't be returning on it's completion, it was to be kept pristine, with all the expensive new surfaces and equipment protected when the work was finished, but nothing was wasted. All the old appliances from the kitchen had been sold on, either for cash or mainly in barter deals, even the loft had been scoured revealing a few items that would do a turn for some of the lads on site.

Soon after Igor had spoken to Gramps on Monday he ramped up work on the couples new home so it would be ready in time, and he told Yaroslaw of the old man's long held dream about a little vegetable patch. Though his speciality may have been ornamental parks and gardens, throughout his career he'd always tried to find a place to sneak something edible into his planting, to supplement the pot at home. Managing to catch Yaroslaw alone in the corner of the grounds Igor asked about progress 'over the fence' a site euphemism for the little cottage and it's surrounding garden.

"Well I had the boys dig over an area that looked to have been a vegetable garden in the past, and we've planted broad beans, peas, garlic, onions, winter lettuce, kale, turnips, and cabbage. Put in a few raspberry canes and a bit or rhubarb for good measure."

Igor was stunned and impressed, as he was unaware that all those crops could be planted this late in the year, though it was amusing Gramps would get his cabbage plus a darn sight more, it also transpired they had uncovered a concrete base where a greenhouse had once stood. Of course Igor wanted them to install a new one in order that Gramps would have the ideal garden, ever since he and Ella became their neighbours the old couple had always helped them out, now he was in a position to help them in return.

Igor had been making frequent changes to the Gantt chart, the computer based calender project organiser, almost every aspect of this job was ahead of pace, some were running to time as set out on the planner, the only black mark was due to one late delivery over which they had no control. Talking with Melenki he found there had been enquiries from a few locals about painting or the odd item of building work, inspired by watching how well their site was run, or perhaps because it was now beginning to make their own houses look dull in comparison, after-all this was where the wealthy people lived.

So far Melenki had put them off, taking down details, but saying he needed to speak to his boss before making any promises, and this was the first time they had been able to have a proper long talk. Igor had been impressed with Marta's entrepreneurial scheme with the young lads, even if he had originally been doubtful about the outcome, but by all reports it was working, and they were finding a market, cleaning cars, or tidying peoples gardens, even picking up regular dog walking jobs.

His daughter's idea of presenting a team of well turned out lads, who you could see were doing a good job was having a cascade effect in the neighbourhood, but could it be scaled up to include skilled men finding work. The question was, were too many men trying the wrong approach, looking for a company to employ them, instead of trying a more direct route, either becoming self motivated, or forming a cooperative to ensure their survival. Using Gramps as a clearing house for odd jobs by the day or by the hour was now looking a bit small fry, maybe it was possible to expand, why were the larger companies failing and laying men off, here a few driven guys now found potential work looking for them.

Reflecting on this, it had to be a leftover from the old State run industries, tight control from central committees, but times were changing, they were now independent of the grip of Russia, even if there were still many ties. Change would be their salvation, by thinking in new ways, just as the men who had set up the Studio, using modern technology that the rest of the world considered commonplace.

Igor began to wonder about these ideas, what had happened to his old risk averse mind set, had his attitudes and outlook changed that much since taking on new responsibilities when he'd started his new job. Was it the faith his family had shown in him, or the men here on site who were trusting in him, to work for so little with the carrot of a bonus upon the sale of this house? Difficult questions to answer, so he dare not falter, he had to live the mantra that rang in his ears on the way to his job interview, "If you look the part and feel the part, you can be the part." Where was the law, or the rule that said he couldn't be the entrepreneur or the property developer, as Frank Herbert said in the book 'Dune' - "There is nothing to fear except fear itself, fear is the mind killer."

That thought raised the issue that it had been a while since he had done any reading, but at least he could choose the titles, not having to pick up those others discarded, and now he could buy the rest of the 'Dune' saga, as he had enjoyed that. Melenki's voice drew his wool gathering to a halt, with Igor stating it was too good an opportunity to miss if local people had jobs to do, then the men they had gathered for this project should get them. They started making plans on how best to deploy the staff they had on hand while people were still showing an interest, Igor keen to ensure they made their mark, and gain a fine reputation across this affluent area.

Irisha came into the house looking for the sisters, both held their tongues, despite wanting to ask about the state of play. The last time they had talked of magazines had been when they found Irisha spoke English, but now they were leafing through the house and garden variety, which had given them inspiration for how to dress this project.

Looking at some of the lavish photo spreads Irisha innocently inquired when this house would be featured, Marta gasped then grabbed her swinging her around.

"You are a bloody genius! Oops, I owe the swear box."

"If this house were in one of these magazines, our target audience would see it, and what if they were handed the text and images ready made, it would save them time and money with someone else doing the work, and we could highlight the best bits. We need to find out how these magazines operate, how they choose the houses, how soon they need the details before they are printed."

Anna couldn't resist the taking the mickey, "So we need a good photographer and also a computer expert, well John could take nice pictures, I wonder if Karl knows anyone who's a computer expert." Marta jabbed, but missed as Anna dodged.

When Marta called called Karl to see if he could find the information, he said he would ask a man who could, so Anna's jibe was close to the mark. Twenty minutes later they knew their two best targets needed 'copy' signed off by Tuesday week, so in reality they had to present an attractive package to one or both of magazines by Friday at the latest in the vague hopes of getting onto the news stands for November.

The two men had cleared all the main points when three exuberant girls came to outline their new plan, Igor checked his watch then dialled the editorial number for one of the journals, in his current upbeat mood anything seemed possible.

After some to and fro he was speaking to someone in features, after talking about how he admired such and such article from a previous issue, stated that their rival magazine had been sniffing around his latest project, but he would prefer to give them the opportunity to have the house displayed in their magazine as he preferred their style.

His flannel didn't work as the November issue was nearly set, but they willingly exchanged numbers with a possibility for the December issue. Now having gained pointers on what to expect, he called the second title, receiving a similar response Igor mentioned that the professional company which produced the promotional photographic copy for his projects would supply them with ready to use shots. This garnered little interest, but the outcome was an invite to send them pictures and they might consider it for their December issue.

The others had only heard one side, so Igor filled in the blanks, saying that December was better than nothing, but if they had got in this month by mid November potential buyers would see the house at about the time they were completing and ready to sell.

Wearing a devilish grin Marta chipped in. "So the reason they are putting us on hold is the fact they are both already full for this month, and they need to see the pictures first to see if they are the type of property suitable for their publications. I think we need John around to take pictures ASAP, we can make up the text to go with them by copying the sort of stuff from the examples in these magazines."

"Honey there's no rush, they said they won't even consider us till the following month."

If anything Marta's grin got bigger. "The publishing and printing industries are one of the few fields that have followed the west in being computerised, I was thinking sometimes they have computer problems, that cause sudden spaces to occur."

Each person around the table was aware to varying degrees that Marta had knowledge or plans that could alter the chances of their house project showing up before December!

If anything the rest of the weekend was even more frantic with calls and planning.

On Monday John walked around with Igor to determine how best they could present their nearly finished project, having seen the glossy examples the magazines usually portrayed. Angling the shots, unfinished areas could be avoided, but John suggested instead of trying to hide the work in progress that they include it, the back view of an artist completing one of the Trompe l'oeil panels, a view across the grounds with gardeners in the background, together with other shots in a similar vein.

Igor had only met John a few times, and knew how Anna adored him, saying the reason she was so successful was because he was such fun to work with, and although it felt odd talking with the man who frequently photographed his daughter naked, he couldn't help liking the man. When Igor asked about the difference in subject matter, John said while he preferred the modelling, there was beauty to be found in the artistry of craftsmen, and it would be interesting to capture this for a different audience.

John took what shots he could with plans to return on Wednesday morning for shots of the kitchen and updates on the Trompe l'oeil.

On Wednesday both journals discovered computer glitches, as planned most of what they needed was recovered apart from one large colour spread house feature, which they were likely to find the following month as the respective folders had been renamed. A tentative phone call to Igor from one magazine asked if he was still interested in having his property included, and did he have e-mail access to send them the pictures, a second call followed and as neither magazine thought to mention exclusivity, Igor didn't either.

He passed on the information, Marta, John and Karl between them had along with other co-conspirators at the Studio put together the plan, and it looked to be working, but Igor hadn't been privy to the outcome of Marta's plans for Karl the previous afternoon!

Chapter 37

Marta has plans for Karl

For some time Marta had wanted to advance her practical education, but circumstances had conspired against her, either her period, the lack of a suitable venue, and now the increasingly cool weather. When she had discovered that morning that her mum would be out with her brothers, then that Anna and Irisha would be shopping, she phoned Karl to see if he could leave work early. Boys could be so easy, she had given herself half an hour before he was due to turn up, and he was told to be on time, not to be early or late.

Karl fidgeted on the park bench, ignoring the chill in the air, checking his watch yet again as the hands crawled slowly round, the newly brought packet formed a lump in his pocket. He had been to three chemists until he'd found one with a man behind the counter, and even then it had taken all his courage, catching his reflection on the way out he could see the red blush, which only made the experience worse.

He and Marta had talked, opened up since she first acknowledged she knew the effect she had on him, that had been weird and embarrassing too, but she had been up front about what was or wasn't on the table – at least for now anyway. In all likelihood those rubbers in his pocket would remain unopened for the foreseeable future, but he had wanted to demonstrate that he was being responsible whatever the outcome.

Marta would have liked a bath, but she couldn't be sure how much time they had, so she was playing safe, a quick shower, a hint of body mist, then fresh clothes, she couldn't believe the state of her panties that had gone in the hamper, as she had been anticipating this nearly all day. Dried and dressed she checked her make-up as Valya had taught her, subtle, not even quite masking the marks, just made less noticeable, and it was thanks to Karl that it no longer dominated her self image. He deserved thanks for that alone.

Deep breath, ready, she checked her room then went down to the study to set a scene, to cover the real reason she had invited her boyfriend over. Laptop, books and magazines spread across the table, then two glasses with a little squash in each, yes that would look as if they had been busy – then the doorbell rang. Marta felt her heart pounding in her chest as if it were trying to get out, another deep breath, calm thoughts, no it didn't help.

Could you die from palpitations, get a grip, be cool, as much as Karl tried to rationalise he was the older boyfriend, and must therefore take the lead, he knew who ruled when it came down to the physical side of their relationship. He had been told by wiser heads that pushing a girl would inevitably lead to disaster, and he liked having a girlfriend, even if for the moment that was restricted to snogging and the odd grope of her amazing tits.

At last the door opened.

"Hi Marta."

"Hi come on in."

Both teens seemed hesitant, stilted, now unsure, Karl wondering if he had read too much into the invitation, Marta seeing the play of emotions, worry, and uncertainty, reached up and kissed him, noses nearly colliding despite this being common ground between them.

The fake confidence she had once used to cover her insecurities was now mostly replaced by the real thing, as they pulled back she smiled, telling Karl she wanted to show him her room, seeing what could have been a flicker of panic, she made it plain there were limits, as she wanted to learn more about boys – but not all at once!

His cock that had been perhaps half hard due to fear or anxiety, now made it's presence felt, trapped in an uncomfortable position as he watched the flex of Marta's bum under the short tight skirt, and her great legs as he followed up the stairs, the throbbing in his pants matched by that in his temples. It was a lovely room, all the better with just the two of them in it, so why now did his anti-persistent start to fail, he felt so hot.

Marta had been so worried, but she had been told what to expect, apparently older guys were never much good at passing down useful advice to younger guys, more likely to be boasting than helping their younger friends, was it any wonder boys were so clueless.

"Karl don't faint on me here, come and sit down so we can talk."

She lead him to sit on the bed sitting a little apart so they could turn looking at each other.

"Listen carefully big boy, today tab A isn't going to meet slot B." she said smiling as she pointedly looked from the tent at his crotch then down at her own lap. "But I would like to meet him."

Karl swallowed hard, Wow Marta really wanted to see Karl junior, he just hoped he would meet her expectations, and that his wayward trouser-snake didn't make a sudden mess.

Marta had thought how amusing it was when she was told that guys often thought of their appendage as an almost separate entity, even going so far as to give them names, but Valya swore it was true. Her mum later confirmed it, and though tempted she refrained from asking what her father called his penis, that was another thing, men didn't like that medical term, they preferred cock or dick, anything but penis.

"Let him out, he looks cramped in there."

This was unreal, looking she nodded her head, she meant it, releasing the button, he lowered the zipper, "Lift." Marta was on the floor and his jeans were round his ankles, as she grinned at his tented boxers. "Them too."

Do not wake up, I'm sitting here with my knob out as a girl sits on the floor in front of me with her elbows on my legs as she stares at junior, this is Wow!

Marta studied her first real live cock, well her brothers didn't count they were little wiggly things for peeing out of, this was a real grown up one, armed and dangerous, and by the looks of things ready to fire. It was natural or uncut as she had read, it looked thick to her and maybe about 14cm long, and he had dark crinkly hair around the base and over his scrotum, no boys liked to say balls or nuts. As she watched she could see all the veins standing out as it throbbed in time with his heartbeat, and a thin clear liquid beaded then ran down to cover the purple head; pre-cum it was called.

Karl watched Marta, to think this lovely girl found his cock interesting, the way she carefully studied it from all angles, god she just licked her lips, his cock gave a bounce, then her hand reached out and STOPPED. No! Looking up she asked if he minded.

"It's all yours, but I don't think I can hold out very long if you hold me, I might er, you know, well, it could get messy."

It bounced again as she grasped the firm pole in her hand, it felt weird, the sleeve of skin moved up and down like she had been told, but here it was in the flesh, and it was hot, as her hand moved more pre-cum flowed over the folds of skin to wet her hand. All those things she had been told faded in the moment as she focused on this rigid male cock, but the movement of her hand as it slid back and forth elicited groans and inarticulate noises from Karl, making her smile.

Knowing what to expect, when he warned her of his approaching climax she speeded up, and was rewarded with several strong pulses of white, that flew up, to come down on her arm and his thighs. As the volleys dissipated she stripped out the last of his seed with a slow gentle milking action aware he would be sensitive after shooting his load.

The remnants of his ejaculate ran down over her hand, gloopy between her fingers, as she looked closely at the splatters of viscus liquid that had been sprayed about.

She had caught his expression as she had followed the arc of sperm into the air, it was like some sort of grimace, and the odd noises, but now he looked goofy and relaxed with a crooked smile on his face. In her hand the once tumescent pole was now like a slowly deflating balloon, as she let go she raised her hand to look closer at her first encounter with sperm, then took a sniff, almost tempted to taste this new phenomenon, but she could see Karl was watching, and suddenly became shy.

Like a girl scout she was prepared reaching for the box of coloured tissues on her bedside table, she mopped up the mess as best she could but it was sticky adhering to skin and clinging to his pubic hairs. Marta suggested they go to her bathroom to wash away the sticky remnants of his recent hand job, and being still in a daze nearly tripped over with his clothing around his ankles.

When Marta had stopped with her hand mid way, he nearly screamed thinking she'd had a change of heart, then asking if he would mind – as if, her hand was so small, delicate and hot around his shaft, the first girl to hold it, he nearly blew right then. He calmed down as she didn't start stroking straight off, as if she wanted to study it some more first, like some sort of specimen. He wished he could have lasted longer but the sensations were too much, her look of concentration as she bit her lip, and her soft skin, it was impossible.

It was his best cum ever, if that was as far as she was prepared to go for now he was not going to complain, he was one happy camper, and she had seemed fascinated with the results of her efforts, at one point he thought she was going to taste his spunk, but then she got all coy.

He felt foolish nearly tripping over his jeans, sitting back down he kicked them off, feeling odd as he was lead to the bathroom bare from the waist down. Soon Marta had them both cleaned up, his cock hadn't been washed by anyone other than himself since he was a young boy, and he liked it revelling in the sensations, he looked up and saw a pair of stained panties hanging, caught on the edge of Marta's laundry basket – instant wood!

Noting a sudden reaction she followed his gaze, well her experiment had worked, hearing these things, or seeing them on the internet was interesting, but she wanted to see if they were true, she had left them posed like a set dressing, only a little concerned he would be grossed out, but no, apparently S.M.R, Standard Male Reaction from what she had heard, and now QED. (Quad erat demonstradum – Thus it is proved by demonstration.)

From the noises, his reactions and then his praise and thanks afterwards she had a fairly good idea Karl was one happy boyfriend, and they still had at least an hour or more free and clear without any fear of interruption, feeling bold she lead him back to her room by holding on to that she had just cleaned, proving that men were driven by their stomach or their cock.

Returning to the bed Marta felt the incongruity of the situation, sitting with a naked boy with his bits all on show while she was fully dressed, head down she demurely asked if she had a happy boyfriend. Karl said she had an ecstatic boyfriend, then hesitantly asked what he could do to make her feel the same way.

Well that was a good sign, not being selfish, so Marta asked if he would like to remove her top so he could see what he had caressed previously, with slightly shaking hands her blouse was soon removed, followed by giggles as he valiantly struggled with his first ever bra clip. Kissing him on the nose she turned her back to him so he could work out how to release the devilishly simple device, that is, when you could see it.

Marta's amused grin transformed as Karl began to worship her breasts, that was the only term she could think of as he delicately traced the contours and the details of each nipple, gently squeezing, checking that his touch caused her no distress. When he asked if he could kiss or lick her beautiful breasts Marta was quick to reply, this was so much better than playing with them herself, and it was making things happen down below – Oh god she could smell herself!

These were the best toys ever, screw computer games, he could play with these for hours on end, soft but firm, the skin so smooth with the cute rubbery tips in a little island of darker skin, responsive to his fingers causing a groan or sigh, chasing around the tiny raised details with his tongue and lips, no wonder babies felt so at home, they were just incredible. He now became consciously aware of a rich feminine essence, he breathed in deeply, how long had this scent been in the air, something that he instinctively knew was female arousal, drawing him to want to get closer, a greater skin contact between them as if they could become one.

Marta was so close, just a little more, near but not quite, yes, yes,.... No it wasn't going to happen, the slow upward climb had been heaven but she needed something extra, dare she allow one more intimacy?

She had to call his name a few times, had he at first thought she was in the throws of a climax?

"Karl I got to play with you, so if you want you can,... you know,..touch me there."

The boy looked dumbstruck, with his neck arched to look in her eyes, the wet area on her breasts cooled, tingling, but the feeling was nothing compared to the sensations between her thighs, she needed to get off in the worst way, she couldn't ever recall these feelings being this intense.

Karl scrambled off as he had been lying partly across Marta's body, she's undoing the skirt and taking it off! The skirt was tossed aside her only garment the tiny pastel blue panties, his eyes were riveted to the growing damp patch where the gusset indented along her furrow.

A lacy white border around a sea of light blue with the darker blue centre filled his world, then her hips lifted, her hands hadn't moved, it was an invitation, an unveiling, of a new mystery, his first ever real live pussy. It didn't matter how many pictures he'd seen, now it was real, 3D, surround sound, all senses at the max, be still my shaking hands, what the hell was that a quote from, get a grip she's waiting.

His fingers inched below the the narrow sides, he wanted to tear them off, at the same time he wanted to lower them slowly like some flag at a ceremony, the sacred unveiling of his girlfriend's pussy. As the flimsy fabric descended slowly serried ranks of fine almost straight pubes began to appear, then a bump with grooves either side that once again joined to define the hood of her clit.

He knew all the words it was the experience he lacked, the skin was plump either side of that line, indented, that defined her sex, as his hands continued the triangle had now inverted, this one as stained as the one in the bathroom, but a fine line of wetness for a moment stretched to hang on to the fabric as if from some fine web before parting as the panties moved on.

Her thighs parted a little to ease their passage, in passing he saw her toes, the nails painted, cute, sexy, both. Her legs parted, unashamed, inviting, he lay there his fingers explored the folds, grooves, shapes, his head swam, he was on overload, drawn closer.

He was out of his depth, uncharted waters for she was certainly wet, no doubt of that, he wanted to move the lips apart to view inside, should he ask or just go for it, would she think him crude, why couldn't girls come with a manual like any other complex device?

The waiting, she was going to scream soon, he looked up like a lost puppy, not sure if it had misbehaved. "Look all you want, explore, you won't hurt me, well providing you don't try and get your hand in there, oh and no cocks either okay?"

Marta lay back almost letting out a giggle thinking of the last time she was explored by the gyno doctor, she had wanted to die, the embarrassment, but this wasn't and she didn't know why. Oh, that was good, gentle, exciting, his fingers all over, and then it's like she's an instrument, and he's learning the notes, making up chords, moving on to harmonies, yes this time, this time it could happen.

Oh my god! That's not a finger, that's amazing, oh wow. Her hands clasped the sheets, then moved to grip his head, Valya said this was good, this was, well she couldn't think of a word just now, she was hanging on for the ride. If oral sex was always this good he could move in tomorrow. After that coherent thought went out the window, and Karl found out his girlfriend was a screamer, until she tried to squash his head while pulling out his hair, but at least the volume went down having his ears covered. He could now die happy suffocating in this hot feminine wetness, her oils in his mouth his nose, knowing he had made her cum.

Karl felt he had passed some rite of passage, guys always boasted they had fucked this girl or that, about how good it had been, he couldn't recall one saying what a good time the girl had experienced. He had always thought when, or more likely if he ever got a girl in bed, it would be penetration that marked the divide between boy and man, now he felt to bring your partner to orgasm marked that defining moment.

He moved up beside her, holding her in his arms, no words were needed, not yet, when Marta looked at him grinning he smiled back, she kissed him then licked her lips.

"You taste of me." They kissed some more she didn't seem to mind.

"You are turning out to be a very good boyfriend, I think I'll keep you."

Beyond the humour Karl could sense the truth in Marta's words - he felt like a giant.

Looking at the clock Marta said it was time to clean up, and go down stairs, as he stood Marta had a silly smile as she asked him to remove his shirt, she wanted to see him naked too. Removing it he struck a pose and they both laughed, in the bathroom he saw his face looked like a glazed pastry, as they stood at the double vanity washing. His cock had been rock hard as he had eaten Marta, but was now at half mast, until Marta began to wash between her legs, then it sprang up bouncing against his stomach.

Marta had noticed before how often Karl's cock seemed to be erect, it was fun to see for herself in the flesh, as if some puppet master were pulling the strings.

"Would you like me to help with that? I don't think I'm ready to, - you know, do a blow job, but I could do like before."

Karl was more than willing to accept another hand job, watching as Marta placed a towel on the floor then knelt down to grasp his cock talking to it and wagging a finger, she then looked up and asked his name. "Junior, Karl junior." Marta laughing said at least it wasn't Bond, James Bond. How did Marta know his cock had a name? He had imagined his worst nightmare would be a girl holding his cock laughing but instead it was a dream come true as she lovingly stroked his cock, she brought him close then slowed down, such sweet torture, the second time she brought him to climax painting her chest with his spend.

The look on his face when he regained focus told Marta what she wanted to know, seeing her breasts daubed with his seed made junior twitch in her hand, she stood ran her finger through the trails running down her skin, before washing herself, then asking Karl to dry her off. With care he reverently patted her dry. Marta produced a new toothbrush, a blue one, hers was red, and Anna had yellow, he couldn't go round with pussy breath all day.

Back in the bedroom they got dressed, Marta wearing her third pair of panties that day, looking back between her legs as she bent to retrieve them from her drawer, eliciting a groan from Karl at the view she had deliberately presented. She turned pulling up the new panties as Karl picked up his jeans, a small box bounced on the carpet, followed by a deep silence. Shit shit shit!

"I can explain." At which point he ran out of words.

Marta picked up the box, this was something that had been included in recent talks, they were a trusted brand, packet of three, and looked brand new, the price label unscuffed. She opened her bedside drawer and placed them at the back, reached up and kissed her frozen boyfriend. "Thoughtful, but not yet, they weren't for someone else were they?"

"No! No way, I was only thinking of you, er, I mean I, well to stop any er, accidents."

Marta lit a scented candle in the room, then they headed down to the kitchen as they were both feeling peckish, and that was were they were sitting when her mum returned with the boys. Karl felt like he was in some surreal drama, expecting a large neon arrow to point at him, so Ella would know what had occurred. No candid camera, no third degree, just the normal family chatter. Then Ella said he seemed a little quiet today.

Marta came out with a reply.

"Oh, he had a big test today, but he scored really well!"

Karl choked on his milk, as it went down the wrong way.

Chapter 38

It was a relief for Karl to get out of the kitchen, Marta was in a devilish mood, he thought it was Anna who came up with all the pranks, he could also tell she was happy, very happy, his chest swelled at the thought of causing that emotion.

"Earth to Karl, come in Karl, over."

She had his attention as they sat at the study table both wearing silly grins, it was hard to remain focused after the events of the afternoon, he wanted to run outside and tell the world, at the same time knowing if he ever wished to repeat the experience he would best keep silent, for he had been warned of the outcome.

It was as if Marta flipped a switch, now in business mode, wanting to know what he had discovered, Boris hadn't done the work, but had given him pointers, guiding him through the maze. How could these companies have such lax security, did they leave their doors open at night too?

He laid out his findings of the two magazines, both their targets were the largest feature articles each had prepared for their November issues, rather than delete all the work, with a few deft key strokes they could rename the files, which would cause sufficient panic they wouldn't be rediscovered in time to go to press. He had also spoken with John about the format of image files they used, needed for the printing process, and that wouldn't be an issue as he would convert his finished image files.

For the next hour they worked on the text borrowing heavily from the turn of phrase they saw from the magazines Marta had purchased some weeks ago. They talked up the house about the quality of workmanship, and the stunning illusions created by fine artists, then went on to list various facts and figures. Although the blurb they had written was a little flowery in places, it had all the essentials, and there was plenty of it, so it could be edited down to fit the space, hopefully retaining the kernel of prose regarding the salient features that made this house stand out over any similarly sized rivals.

They logged onto the Studio, accessing a folder John had set up then appended notes for the pictures he had taken so far, and sent their text for review to a few people who were helping them. Anna came in, shopping bags in hand, Irisha had so few new clothes that it would have been hard to get through the week now at her new school, so they had gone shopping together straight after last bell, which meant Anna also had to buy a few items.

Karl explained what they had been doing, at least what they had been doing in the study, and how just before midnight they would change the file names, so when the companies did their file back-ups, the back up files would then also hold misnamed folders to ensure they would stay buried for the time being.

All went to plan, and later that week Boris came in to work to find a bottle of good vodka and a bottle of fine wine sitting by his office door, a few other gifts appeared around the studio for the help rendered.

On Friday Igor received confirmation from two journals that they were delighted with the very professional images, and the splendid accompanying text, which would ensure his inclusion in this month's copies. The best news of all, was his third phone conversation, it was with Gramps, and everything was set for them to move in late on Saturday as the helpers Igor organised had just arrived, one in a van the other driving a car, in order that his friends would be chauffeured to their new home along with all their belongings.

Marta had been in an exceptionally good mood all week, and of course Anna knew why, they'd spent Tuesday night together as Marta revealed every detail as two sets of fingers were busy under the covers, and now the girls were excited for another reason. This was something they could discuss with their school friends, they were to spend the following day at a riding stables getting real riding lessons.

Igor drove the whole family over to the stables on Saturday morning, watching the girls get rigged out in their attached shop, the boys even got a brief ride on one of the smaller ponies before it was time to head home. He'd collect the girls later that afternoon, that's what he called perfect planning, he was pretty excited himself, wishing that the van or car driver had a mobile phone so he could know when Gramps and Olga would show up.

The cottage was complete, now with the new curtains, and the site ladies had spent all morning dusting and polishing, with vases of fresh flowers, and the pantry and new fridge stocked to the gills, they'd even left cleaning products and soap, every little detail to make his friends feel welcome. The small front garden was now looking immaculate, while the rear garden now boasted a table with seating, and a path leading to the greenhouse and vegetable plot.

Olga was so nervous, this was such a wrench, when Gramps had come home from the teachers place and told her, well it had been a good thing she was sitting down, coming over all faint like that, and now here they were being driven around like celebrities. At last she recognised some of the streets, they must be near, but the driver said it was further on, though surely he was mistaken the houses here were enormous practically mansions.

As the van in front turned the corner she was sure she heard cheering, men and women were lined up behind a hedge clapping and making a ruckus, they drove past confused, and then the car slowed to a stop, it was Igor standing there.

It was an emotional greeting, she didn't see the cheering workers retreat, in fact she didn't see much her eyesight blurred with tears, at last she wiped her eyes and listened as Igor welcomed them to the city and to their new home.

Surely he couldn't really mean the house they were standing in front of, it was so big they hadn't ever dreamed to live in such a place, but he was escorting her up the path, through the front door, two bedrooms, one for the kids to stay over with two sets of bunk beds and there was still plenty of space left for them to play. The sitting room was beautiful, and the kitchen was beyond words, well she had to sit down, she was shocked.

There were flowers all over, a woman set out fresh tea and cakes on the table, wishing them well in their new home and then left, Olga was in a daze, it was like a fairytale.

After the tea break Olga inspected the kitchen, running her hands over the smart clean surfaces, everything was so new, even the fridge and pantry had been stocked, and the bathroom had been like something off the telly, shiny chrome taps and wipe clean tiles, it would be like heaven living here. Gramps was calling he wanted her to see outside, they had a place of their own to sit in the summer, and a line she could hang clothes to dry, but he wanted her to see the end of the garden. Well all his Christmases had come at once, she smiled as he read labels by the rows of cultivated soil, it had been planted up with all sorts of vegetables, she would hardly need to visit the market when they came up.

Gramps had spoken to Igor several times over the past two weeks, but the reality of their new home far exceeded any notion he had from those calls, even without his 'allotment' vegetable garden, the look on Olga's face had been priceless as she had looked around the house. He went back inside to help supervise the men unloading of their few precious possessions and keep sakes, not a lot to show for a couple their age, but still they couldn't complain they'd faired better than many others.

As the last of their furniture was set down in the lounge Igor bent down and retrieved a phone that had been behind the curtains, placing it on a table, now they would be moving with the times. Gramps looked at the list of numbers Igor gave him, the number of their own phone, Igor's home number, then numbers for those fancy mobile phones, both girls had one, and Igor too. Before leaving to pick up his daughter's Igor and the old couple made plans for the next day.

As they waved at Igor driving off Gramps turned to Olga.

"Well old girl, it brings to mind that first colour film we ever saw, when the town still had a movie theatre, - I don't think we're in Kansas any more."

Igor picked up the girls, they distinctly smelled of horse, but Anna loved riding just as much as her sister, and they were keen to visit the stables as often as time would allow, so it had been a good choice of gift. On the way back he must have been told the name of every horse there, and learned about the instructors who were teaching them, but they were yet to learn the reason of his secret smile.

Ella knew he was up to something, for the past few weeks his behaviour had been odd, she couldn't pin it down, it wasn't money worries, that was a thing of the past, and from all reports the house was ahead of time, and his job, job was so much better than where he had worked before, this was a mystery. He wasn't having an affair, he was as loving as ever he had been, besides he didn't have the time, she was sure he would tell her when he was good and ready.

Sunday morning the girls had expected to go to the house with their father, but he said he had other plans, they were going out for a special family lunch, a place for old fashioned country style food which he knew they would like. As they were all getting ready he saw each of his children, suggesting to Marta she wear a particular broach that had been a gift, and said Anna should wear an old bracelet, with the boys it was home made jumpers, and his wife a scarf. As they assembled to get in the car Ella could see the gleam in his eyes, she wanted to know what was going on, and asked him outright.

He told her it was a surprise, not long to wait for lunch, he didn't drive towards the city, this was the wrong direction. The girls looked at one another puzzled, they didn't know of any restaurant in this direction, the next turn would take them onto the road where the house was, could it be a celebration meal on site, that didn't seem likely at this point.

They drew up past the house alongside the neighbouring cottage, it seemed they, like some of the other neighbours had spruced up their house too. Their dad got out, opened the tailgate, and gave the girls a poesy each, this was very odd, then he got out some gift wrapped boxes which he gave to the boys and their mum.

"It would be rude to call on our new neighbours without a small gift."

He herded his bewildered family up the path, just then the door opened to reveal the new occupants of the cottage, there were squeals and shrieks from the children as they ran forwards to embrace the old couple. Ella had tears running down her cheeks as she witnessed the joyful reunion, she turned to look at Igor, then flung her arms around him. When at last she could speak into Igor's ear she had to do so over the pandemonium from the scene in front of them. "You are a wonderful, wonderful man, this is the best gift I could ever imagine."

Igor hated it when women cried he always felt so useless, but everyone was overcome by today's event, they all settled around the kitchen table, the boys pressed tightly either side of Nana Olga, as if she might suddenly vanish if they were to let go, and the girls attached themselves to Gramps. Slowly the story emerged, of Igor's idea the day he saw the couple off at the station, then how he had discovered the plot with two houses that wouldn't sell.

Olga wanted to serve lunch, so they each had to take up their own seat, as the lid came off the pot, memories drifted through the room on the aroma, of past times when the pot had been full, though they had been seldom. Now the reunited family were looking at a brighter future with many new possibilities.

During the course of the meal the story emerged of the big house with the adjunct little cottage, and how from the start Igor had seen the possibility, yet held it close to his chest for all this time. He had not shared with his family the secret plan, for fear of failure, that would have been heartbreaking for everyone. He was so glad to be rid of the burden of secrecy, with his dream coming to fruition. The girls joined in saying how they thought the little house had belonged to an absent neighbour, and how their father had not made any comment to say otherwise.

"But girls, you were absolutely right, the only thing missing from this house were absent much missed neighbours, but now they're here."

After the meal Nana Olga shooed them all from the kitchen so she could talk with Ella as they cleared up, Gramps was keen to show off the back garden so the rest all trooped outside with him. Alone Olga voiced her concerns, worried that they would be a financial burden if Igor had invested all the families money, and had a bank loan, surely they would need to sell this cottage too.

Ella had followed all Igor's plans, about how at first he had meant to get a more modest property, and his study of the market, then comments he had made at the table that Olga must have missed. She explained it to her friend, how houses this size weren't selling, and selling the little house together with the big one would've been difficult, so it was better to save it as they had a good reason to keep it. With the older women's fears allayed they completed their task, with Olga running a cloth over the smooth clean surfaces, admiring the fine workmanship of all the cabinets, finding it hard to believe this was her kitchen.

Olga gave Ella 'the tour' saying how well Igor had done with the decorations, and such lovely curtains in each room, so tasteful, not too modern even though it was clear they were newly made. Ella said how they'd met many people via the catalogue company, and they had a few seamstresses for doing repairs or alterations who liked to do this type of work, and they had decorators who did backgrounds for the pictures. Ella wasn't lying to her old friend, she was just flexing the truth, the Studio had dozens of women working on the girls costumes, and who knows how many men building the background sets.

A low fence now backed the broken line of bushes that had partially screened the cottage from the main house, and the ladies had come out to join them as Igor was pointing out the final stages of the work that was still in progress across the way. When Ella said she had yet to see the house, previously only having seen photos, Igor felt bad that his wife had been left out, and said they could go over for a visit if she wanted.

Igor called Melenki, advising him he was about to descend on the site with his whole family as they had been lunching 'over the fence' and were on there way round now.

They walked down to the corner, then along the wider avenue to the imposing gated drive, the front aspect of lawn and garden now complete, as they approached the house Igor and the girls talked about the various changes and improvements they had made since work had started. Melenki greeted them at the door, making Gramps and Olga feel like visiting dignitaries, as he shook their hands and welcomed them to the city, in fact a reception line followed.

The site ladies asked how they were settling in, and were the grocery supplies okay?

Various craftsmen introduced themselves to the couple as they progressed, as the boys trailed along behind they thought this was a fun game as they also shook hands with all the grown ups, though they didn't like the ladies ruffling their hair. Ella was stunned at the numbers of people involved, but the welcome was very genuine, several of the workers told her how grateful they were to be working for her husband, which somehow felt odd, as they were just an ordinary working family.

On second thoughts 'working' was not the ordinary condition of many people, and they were lucky as four of them in their household had jobs, even if her own was almost a part time hobby. That Igor's plan to invest the children's nest egg in this project had created so much employment was amazing, she was pleased to see so many people benefiting from their scheme.

Towards the end of the line stood Yaroslaw, and finally Marta's whole crew whom he had mentored, though they had worked with other men on the site, and done various work around the neighbourhood. When he was introduced to Gramps the two men really hit it off from the start, Gramps keen to thank the man for all the work he had done, as they discussed the garden and when the various vegetable varieties should be ready to harvest.

Marta felt she would burst with pride as she introduced her team they doffed their caps, and showed respect for the old couple, wishing them well in their new home, but they also embarrassed her in their praise of how much she had helped them.

It had been a week since the girls had been on site, so as the tour began they were nearly as amazed as those who were seeing the house for the first time, several rooms were now complete with notes on the doors to that effect. The Trompe l'oeil panels in two of the downstairs reception rooms had the desired WOW factor, then they were shown the view from the window where the real scene could be viewed from another angle.

When Nana Olga stated the house was fit for royalty she was told to wait until she had seen the rest. There were gasps when they saw the kitchen, stone counter-tops and finely matched walnut cupboards, with shiny stainless steel appliances, set off with beautiful lights made the room outstanding. The women made appreciative noises as they looked around at the opulence as there was every conceivable device a cook might need, then Igor touched the controls, adjusting the level of lighting in the various areas of the room.

The women agreed it was almost too pretty to work in, although with all the gadgets and cooking appliances any cook worth her salt would be able to prepare a banquet with ease. The rest of the house also impressed, Gramps thought the stonework columns were very elegant as if they were in a cathedral or museum, the girls high fived, then told him to look closer, "It's not as cold as I expected, hang on, this is fake, it's painted!"

As they climbed the stairs Marta said to turn left at the top, at the far end of the corridor a spiral staircase lead upwards illuminated by a small old fashioned iron light fitting, that in days gone by could have held a candle. They opened each door looking into the various bedrooms with their en-suite bathrooms, then as they neared the stairs Greg suddenly pointed out shouting it was pretend, those steps being the girls final Trompe l'oeil illusion, painted carefully with the appearance of shadows, the old light fitting giving it the added semblance of reality.

They concluded checking out the other half of the upper floor, then took in the gardens that backed onto their very own Shangri-La. The boys found it difficult to relate that the building they had seen was an actual house, thinking it must be for a family with a dozen or more children, plus all their relatives.

When they returned to the little cottage Nana Olga joked about giving them the grand tour of her more modest abode, as they had just progressed straight to lunch when they had arrived. Built on a lesser scale, it was vastly better than where they had lived before, light and spacious, but anything larger would have been disproportionate to their needs.

The children were ecstatic to find the second bedroom had been fitted out for them to have sleepovers, the boys immediately checking out the bunks for size, loving the novelty of a double decker sleeping arrangement. Any argument over the top deck was solved by Marta saying with two bunk beds, they could both have a top bunk even if all four of them were visiting, which smoothed over that hiccup. They spent a very pleasant afternoon with plans for the women to go shopping together soon so that Nana Olga could find her way around, and Gramps was keen to follow the final stages of the work happening on site.

True to form Marta had an ever present notebook, and with care drew a map showing a few local streets, the position of the small parade of shops, and the route to their own house which was fairly simple to navigate.

A few kilometres away Karl was at home, having worked most of the weekend, upset that any plans to meet with Marta after seeing her on Tuesday had been thwarted, but he was invited to supper tomorrow on her birthday, his girlfriend would be fourteen. The course he had been taking on Mondays was now fortunately concluded, so for now Wednesday evenings were the only roadblock to inhibit his improving social life, or with luck - sex life.

Last Tuesday had dominated his thoughts, he had been a walking hard-on ever since, no matter how often he tried to beat it into submission, but his own hand however practised wasn't a patch on watching the look on her face, or the delicate touch as she brought him release. All his studies on the net about how to please a woman came through in spades, when she finally gave him the nod to remove that final barrier, unable to believe his luck, if it hadn't been for the hand job earlier, he would have shot his load there and then.

He felt of the two he had been far more nervous, and her calmness had helped him overcome his own anxieties. To be able to see her breasts was stunning, having only had limited access before, and never having actually seen them in the flesh, so many of the boastful, and probably lying lads at school talked of groping melon sized tits as if the girls were an unimportant transport system to deliver said items for their own amusement.

In retrospect he suspected a high percentage of those stories were just that, one of the quieter lads always seemed to be hiding a smile, had he been discretely enjoying the favours of some girl as Karl was now? He kept returning to moments of that afternoon, like when they were in the bathroom and seeing those panties caught on the rim of the hamper inside-out the gusset stained with her essence, junior had gone from zero to hero instantly with that sight engraved in his mind.

Then there was the unveiling, like some plump exotic fruit, and in close up more complex than he had imagined, his fingers sliding over her oily slickness, the debate raging in his head as if the feminine scent bypassed his nose, and hit him between the eyes, could he do it? From that first hesitant, tentative, indecisive, doubtful lick, it didn't taste bad, it was okay, in fact he liked it, no, it was really good, and from there he was off to the races.

The shudder of her breath, the gasps, followed by encouragement, Karl derided as the class nerd, who didn't even stay on at school, he was the cause, Marta was calling his name over and over, till she became incoherent, a final yell blotted out as her squeezing thighs that attenuated the volume. Karl had felt three metres tall.

She had toyed with him, making that remark in front of her mum, him choking on a glass of milk, thankfully the conversation moved on without any more double entendres, then they got down to work on her latest scheme. It was hardly any surprise she was good at chess that girl had a devious mind, the magazines said no, so she thinks to give them both a sucker punch, they come back saying pretty please can we do an article on your house.

He couldn't for the life of him remember his journey home, couldn't even say if he ate that night, talk about being on cloud nine, but Marta still had one last ace, there in his jacket pocket, one of those little plastic bags which sealed up, it held a gift. Blue fabric edged in white, and in the centre, the darkness, he broke the seal inhaling that essence of pussy, Marta's pussy.

Chapter 39

Mum has the power to shock!

Shorty after waking Marta's phone rang, it was his ringtone!

Karl had called to wish her a happy birthday, saying how much he looked forwards to seeing her later. They'd only spoken less than twelve hours ago, she had been desperate to pass on the day's big news, and Karl had been so good, sharing her joy, pleased she had been so happy, and on how he looked forwards to seeing the couple at her birthday party, it being a given they would be there. They would phone each other almost every day or send loads of texts because they were not always able to leave the phones on what with work or school.

Last Tuesday had gone far better than she had hoped for, it had also gone much further, oral either way had not been on her agenda, her main intention had been just to meet Karl junior even if she hadn't known his name before that fateful afternoon.

Valya's 'man advice' about not giving blow jobs to any guy unwilling to reciprocate, had been blown out of water, for Karl had got his reciprocation in first, and he did it in spades. She believed him when he said it was not something he had done before, he had been as much a wallflower as herself, something his mum had worried about, perhaps fretting her only child might be gay.

The plan was one hand job so she could see him cum, plus letting him fondle her naked breasts, she simply hadn't expected it would get her so worked up, she now had a clearer understanding of how couples could get carried away, no doubt in her mind this was how teen pregnancy's occurred. The pill was her backup, she wasn't ready yet, but that tongue of his, she was ready for that any day of the week.

Her mum got her alone later that evening in her room, she knew, she just didn't know how far her daughter had advanced in her forays of sexual exploration. Marta wanted to show her mum she could be trusted to handle these adult situations responsibly, to be worthy of the trust her mum had shown in getting her onto birth control. She stumbled a little, but her mum had given her some candid advice, and Marta related the extent of her activities, even about the emotions causing her to get carried away. Once convinced Marta hadn't been coerced into anything beyond what she was comfortable with, Ella had more advice on how to control these situations.

As her mum got up, Marta asked how she knew.

"Your smile, I couldn't have slapped it off with a frying pan, and that boy of yours, I read him like a book, awash with emotions, pride, but not arrogant pride, no it was your smile that was the cause, well at least now you know what to feed him."

"MUM! I can not believe you said that!"

Anna's birthday had set the tone, greetings and cards over breakfast, with gifts later that day, when they had time to celebrate. Karl had called Anna on Thursday to seek advice as to a gift for Marta, pleading inexperience in buying girly gifts. This was untrue as he had brought her a nice pair of gloves and matching scarf she liked, of course Marta must have helped him so turnabout was fair play. She didn't know whether he knew the sisters kept no secrets between them, well apart from surprises, so she thought the gift should be more romantic in line with recent developments.

Marta was having a great day at school many friends wishing her well on her birthday, the boy who'd shown an interest in Marta when she had first started at the school had taken her at her word. It would be fine being friends, if he remembered she had a boyfriend, it having been a standing joke ever since, that he was still in the queue, but he now had a girlfriend who joined in the jokes by telling Marta what a poor deal she would be getting.

In her English class with Svetlana five fellow students were models at the Studio, which had forced the pace of the class, where Marta was still an assistant, for that reason, the lesson that day was about those terms used for celebrations and holidays. Being a Monday Marta had Dance while Anna went on to Drama after last bell.

Travelling home on the Metro Anna could tell, the suppressed excitement was evident in her sister, it was as if this year they would all have proper birthdays for the first time ever. As they stepped through the door there was cheering, her father had got home early, and Karl along with Nana Olga and Gramps were there too. In the kitchen bunting had been hung about the room, and her mum had made a cake complete with candles, it may have looked childish but she didn't care. Her father took her aside to ask if she would mind if they didn't go out to the fancy restaurant his eyes flicking towards their two older guests, Marta understood, and was pleased to have a celebration at home, especially as it would now seem more complete.

Birthday cake replaced their usual after school snack, with Anna strumming on her guitar as they all sang happy birthday. She already had a gift from her parents, Nana Olga gave her a small wrapped box inside was a doll, not the sort to play with but one dressed-up in historic national costume, she thanked the couple saying the best present was that they now lived so close by. The boys wanted her to open their gift next, with mum's help they had visited the big book store Svetlana frequented, where they'd found a book covering the history of costume, and a book of Shakespeare plays in the original English.

The way Anna lifted her gift from the sideboard to the table gave a clue it was heavy, the paper removed, it was a large oblong wooden box beautifully inlaid with marquetry, inside was a board and carved stone figures, her old set upstairs was held together with tape, and the cheap plastic chess pieces were prone to fall over, this set would last her forever.

Karl's gift had come from a good jewellery store, it was a delicate pair of earrings which she was very pleased with, as she embraced him she felt his hand slip into the back pocket of her jeans, worried for a moment lest it cause some comment, but as the hand retreated she realised he had slipped something into her pocket. As they stepped apart he gave her a wink, Marta said she wanted to get changed and Anna did too.

When they got to their rooms they left the doors to their shared bathroom open as they talked, Marta complimenting her sister in helping with Karl's choice of gift, then checking her pocket found a gift voucher for a top lingerie store, and Anna hadn't helped with that.

What a smart boyfriend, not buying anything tacky, leaving the choice to her, thinking she might tease him saying she'd used it to buy thick woollen winter underwear.

Grinning Marta thought he owed her a pair of panties anyway, seeing his fascination in her worn panties as evidenced in the bathroom, and with what she had gleaned from the internet, she couldn't resist the idea of slipping him that gift. From their phone calls and texts they had both made cryptic references to the panties, and it was clear how much he treasured her skimpy underwear and it's associated memories. It looked as though she would soon be buying more of the thongs and other exotic undies which just a short time ago she had felt were so daring.

The whole evening was filled with joyous banter, recalling happy memories, with plans for the future helped along by a little wine with the meal, Igor offered Karl a second glass but he politely refused saying he needed to catch the right train back, besides he had work the next day. Igor was pleased by the lad's responsible attitude, most teenagers would drink recklessly given the chance, and in truth he was testing the lad, his Marta could have made far worse choices.

Marta was quite keen on this boy, thinking back it looked like it had been what, ten weeks since the big garden party when he had spoke to him about not harming his little girl, and they must have known each other a while before that. Igor wavered over whether to get Ella to talk to her, a little mother daughter chat about things a girl her age should know. Life would be easier if they'd had all boys, but he wouldn't change it for the world, his family was everything to him, if their current life wasn't perfect it was the next best thing.

Ella had noticed, it was her job as a wife and mother to watch over her family, Igor was looking pensive, a brief flicker of concern, she would tackle him later to find out what was troubling him. For now her thoughts were centred on the joy she saw around her, that Igor came up with such an amazing scheme and kept it to himself, she had known there was some underlying issue, but she would never have guessed, yesterday's surprise had floored them all.

When it came time for Karl to leave Marta went outside to see him off, they were both hungry for one another, but it was hardly the time or place, though they did kiss and grope in the shadows away from the porch light. She also thanked him for the second gift inquiring if junior would like to see what she purchased, sliding her hand downwards, she giggled finding he was standing up paying attention as Karl groaned.

That night Ella tackled Igor, not relenting until she found out the source of his concern.

"Your little girl, isn't so little any more, she's a young woman, in my grandmother's time she would be thinking of marriage by now. Anyway we do talk, in fact both girls have had the 'birds and bees' talk some while ago, that's all part of what goes with becoming a woman, and girls can make that change from quite young, so they needed to be ready, and I could hardly tell one and not the other. Marta and I have talked a lot more recently, so you can rest easy she won't be pressured into moving any further than she's ready for."

Though uncomfortable with thoughts of where this may lead, it was reassuring to know his daughter was well informed, ignorance got a lot of teenage girls pregnant, then Ella spoke up again. "Although there is no reason – yet, Marta is on the pill, so if and when she is ready to make love for the first time, it will be without any fear of pregnancy."

Igor sat bolt upright in bed, his skin felt clammy, heart thudding, this news was meant to be calming, it had the opposite effect, he was debating whether to run down the hall to talk with his daughter, but then what would he say, this was Ella's province, shit!

He took several deep breaths, anger or flying off the handle would not help, he was a rational practical man, he had to face the fact she was growing up and had a boyfriend. Young, hot blooded, he and Ella had been there once, at least she was nineteen, but she had caught straight off resulting in Marta's arrival.

He wouldn't change a thing he loved his children, but they had chances that had not been available to him, the promise of an extended education, learning foreign languages, the chance to travel. Marta couldn't have done this alone, Ella had helped their daughter with this decision, he had to trust her judgement. It seemed thankfully Marta was still a virgin, if she got carried away at least an unplanned pregnancy was not on the cards.

For the first time ever he wondered how other fathers with teenage girls dealt with these problems, did they all go prematurely grey, or go out and buy themselves a shotgun?

The next morning as Marta popped her little pill a thought crossed her mind, she went and checked her diary, yes it was true, last Tuesday had been day fourteen of her cycle, and she remembered from what she'd read, that was about the time when a girl ovulated, and it was known to cause girls to get more aroused than at other times during the month. Regardless of the science, she frequently harboured thoughts of spending time with Karl, no matter which day it was, smiling she thought maybe she could add a horniness index in her diary, - ten, ten, ten.

On Thursday Marta skipped chess club, instead travelling home with Eve and her sister, getting off the train she saw the new titles on display at the news stand, he had three copies of each. Marta bought all six asking if the vendor had more, he didn't, but he would get more as they were popular titles in this location, she told him there was a feature in both on a nearby property that many local people might find interesting.

She gave Eve a pair of magazines saying her father might want to display them at his trade counter to showcase a house using his products, it was too chilly to stand around reading, but they had a quick flick through as they walked home. At the kitchen table with their mum they looked through both featured articles, each one conspicuously displayed all the Trompe l'oeil shots, but they had each selected a different range of photographs to highlight the rest of the property. Whether lazy or short on time, great chunks of the text Marta had written were used with only minor alterations.

Other than a few gratuities the house they wanted to sell was now prominently featured for free in the two leading property style magazines of their region. Their target audience, that being the wife of any executive wishing to find a place to live in Kiev, was sure to buy at least one of the two journals they had laid-out in front of them.

Igor had also been awaiting publication of these two periodicals, and upon spotting them brought a few copies, the workers on site then started a pool, each choosing the day and hour when Igor would get his first sales enquiry. Someone drew a grid covering the next two weeks, with time slots from eight in the morning to eight at night, write your name in a square, at 50 kopecks a try. As the nearer time slots were more popular it was agreed to allow people to share those squares but they'd have to split the pot. After the initial round a few guys wanted to place a bet on a second time slot, even then the betting favoured an early result, with more blanks towards the end of the second week.

Friday marked the end of Irisha's second week at her new school, this had been tough as her work had slipped with all the issues that had been blighting her life over the previous weeks, but several studio girls had taken her under their wing. With so much assistance she was almost up to speed on most subjects, she in turn had helped them polish up their language skills, which had made her popular even among the non-models looking to learn English.

Marta mostly through Alina, had been kept in the loop with regard to the 'Models Forum' with the latest economic model on the table having gained a lot of support, current Gold members of the site were the ones most likely to be prepared to shell out for an upgrade. They would be offered two options, Gold-plus, would allow them to view the Forum as a lurker, able just to follow the flow of dialogue, in a voyeuristic manor rather than take any active part themselves. Platinum - a new grade of membership level would be expensive, but would include a large download allowance, for both picture sets, and videos with the addition of full interactive access as an active participant in the Models Forum.

Announcements had been made on the site about the forthcoming attraction, while their members forum had been buzzing with speculation as to which girls, other than 'Natasha' of course, might become involved. Through Alina's careful seeding of the members forum they had some idea of what the market would stand in terms of pricing, so the new forum was expected to generate a good healthy revenue. Marta expected the girls to be queuing up around the block when they found out how much per shift they would be paid.

Ella made a number of phone calls Friday afternoon, the plan was she would take the boys into the city to do some shopping, meeting up with Anna and Igor to have a meal, then followed by a visit to the cinema for a family film the kids had asked to see. They wouldn't get home too late, but it would be more than enough time to keep Marta happy, she had been chafing at the bit for over a week to the point Ella could see no other viable solution.

Karl was still in shock, he looked at his phone in disbelief, wondering what the next stage was beyond surreal, it was great he could go round and see Marta, and then to be told the rest of the family would be out, but the call was from her mum! It was obvious she knew, she all but said it out loud, then saying how fractious Marta had been due to other events precluding them having any time together since Tuesday, that was the icing on the cake! She knew all right.

He didn't even get to say that much, but she made it abundantly clear that some physical relations were off limits, and any other boundaries were down to Marta. Telling him not to worry about Igor, because if he put a foot wrong, by the time she was done Igor would only need a mop to clear up. Well they always said the mummy bear was more fearsome.

It could be said Marta was less stunned, but it was a close run, clear your homework, Karl will be round at five, and he was to leave by seven-thirty at the latest for a wide margin of safety, as the family were due back between eight and nine. Wow. To think she had been climbing the walls, having no good plan as how they could get the 'alone time' she craved, then mum comes to the rescue. There had been caveats, but then she wasn't ready to lose her cherry yet anyway, not that she had a hymen as such, but that wasn't the point.

She knew when the time did come, it wasn't about a silly physical barrier, it was a state of mind, about being ready emotionally because it was the right time, with the right person.

Tonight was great, she was due in five days, and the few days before she often didn't feel that good, then with her flow, it was not all flowers, and feeling all mystical and feminine. What she felt was cramps and and sometimes headaches, so it wasn't always that easy to smile and act as if her insides were not playing havoc. She was sure if boys had periods you wouldn't hear the last of it, and they'd probably stay in bed the whole time.

They met at last bell, Anna had been called too, so she knew Marta didn't want to see the film, and needed to hit her books, as Eve was there she didn't correct her sister, she would tell her later tonight when there was something to report. Anna just wanted to drop off her kit, change and get out, so now Marta had time, a long soak laced with her favourite bath oils, do her hair and make-up, choose what to wear, and what type of underwear.

With her bedroom and bathroom tidy, she pulled the curtains, candles ready and some lamps, after-all she wanted to see what she was doing, in the kitchen her mum had left a note, the snacks were sorted. Primped and primed she had little left to do accept to feel excited about the impending visit, the sound of her phone had her bounding up the stairs it was Karl's ring tone, was there some problem, please don't let him be stuck at work.

He wasn't at work, he was at their bench in the park checking if it was okay to come by a little early. "Yes – hurry."

He beat her to the front door, soon kissing, it was the chill that caused them to part, and close the door, then they exchanged stories about their calls, Karl convinced her mum had a web cam or something as she seemed to know everything. Marta smiled telling him she did know everything and watched the colour drain from his face. Karl was taken aback the way Marta had just told her mum everything, then to find Anna knew as well, who else was on the grape vine?

"Mum has allowed me a lot of freedom, providing we behave responsibly, the trust goes both ways, if we play by her rules, and she knows what we are up to, she's going to ensure we can have times we can spend together, if we mess up I will get grounded and junior will end up inside a sausage roll." Karl didn't like that poor attempt at black humour.

His humour was restored by an invite to see her room, while junior and his two friends came out of hiding. Marta had thought of little else for the last week and a half, well okay that wasn't strictly true, but now he was here she didn't have a firm agenda, though she needed to talk this over with Karl so things didn't get out of hand.

"Can we talk?"

Did that phrase strike fear into the heart of all males? He waited, nodding for her to go on.

"Well I, this might sound, well odd, the thing is this is all new to me, well you too from what you've said, so we are both like explorers. What I mean is we've seen the maps, and read the guide books, the 'opposite sex' is still new territory for both of us."

He knew just what she meant, and she had found a novel simile to describe the situation.

"I enjoyed my field trip last week, trekking across the twin peaks, I wanted to map them forever, the contours were breathtaking." He smiled holding her hand as he went on with the hope she could see he was genuine. "The plain heading south was so smooth and flat, with that neat little forest on route to the hidden valley, I was a bit scared on uncharted ground and I didn't want to upset the locals in such a hallowed place. Well I just didn't want to hurt you or do the wrong thing, and I know there are some taboos,.." He trailed off not sure how to pursue that line of thought.

"It wasn't so hard to talk you were doing better than me, my boyfriend is a poet or a romantic, don't worry I wont tell anyone."

"What apart from your mum and Anna?"

"I'm sorry but we just don't have secrets, we've always been close, and if you want my mum as a friend not an enemy I need to confide in her too, well not all the details but at least, well you know, in like general terms."

Thinking on it, this honesty and openness in return for freedom, must be a lot better than sneaking around trying to avoid getting caught.

"Well ladies first, do you want to open talks on any land treaties?"

She smiled back and took up the challenge.

"If I tell you the stuff I'm curious about then you can do the same as well, we must both try to be open minded and not get upset, some of this stuff might be embarrassing, but if we don't ask we won't know. Last time I went further than I'd planned, I wanted to see your cock and see it shoot off. Are you okay with 'cock' I've heard that some guys don't like some of the words for their bits. If you want to know I'm happy with pussy, like most girls I don't like the 'c' word, okay cunt, I've said it, but it sounds sort of ugly and crude.

I got side tracked there, but when you played with my breasts it just got better and better, but I couldn't get off, close though. So that was as far as I planned, I thought if I got you off and let you play with my naked breasts, that would be it, and you would be happy."

"I was very happy, but I felt silly about the bra, would you let me practice? I suppose that sounds pathetic, but well I'd never you know, opened one before."

"No, it's good, it's stuff you want to learn, you can practice when we finish talking."

"Thanks, I like cock, I hope no one else heard that, what I meant was it sounds like the right word, some other words for it either sound arrogant or silly, the rest down there I call my ball-sack and my balls, they're awful sensitive. In sport once this guy got hit there by accident and he threw-up and rolled on the floor for ages, we all winced it was bad."

"Getting back to last week, it may not sound fair but I hadn't intended to take my panties off but I was just so close, I wanted to cum so I let you play with my pussy, I think that would've worked, but your mouth, well that really shook me, I took off like a rocket."

"I'm glad you liked it, I'll admit I did feel proud I could do that for you, but I did kind of worry, it was, well don't get mad at me, but well at first I wasn't sure about the taste, it was different, I don't know what I expected, playground talk about fishy smells, but after a few licks it caught on and I liked it, well I liked it a lot."

"Goody, I was blown away, but it was scary too, getting that excited I could see how easy it would be to make bad choices if you see what I mean."

"Like having full sex, and getting pregnant."

"Yes, it must be a big decision for a married couple with an income, for any girl in school it has to be their worst nightmare."

"You know I would be careful if,.. well you know,... but we can't because of the sausage rolls." Now they both laughed at the implied threat.

"We keep getting sidetracked, that comment about playground talk, about how a girl smells or tastes, I think it's all about hygiene, we've always been taught how important it is to be fresh, but in gym class you notice not all the girls are so particular. I don't mean to sound bitchy, but some of the girls with a reputation aren't so careful, so maybe it's like a self fulfilling myth. If the girls who go with a lot of lads aren't very clean, then all those boys then spread the kind of stories that all girls must be like that."

"I suppose you're right there are lots of ill informed kids spreading tales around, and sex education is a joke, who wrote that crap, it's as if they try to make it sound a necessary chore married couples do on one hand, to some sort of Russian roulette on the other, ending in disease or pregnancy. It seems odd sort of sitting here talking about this stuff, in films girls like all the romance, the full hearts and flowers bit."

"Yes that's true, it's things the guy does to show he's thinking about her that count, like the hero buying nice earrings, or slipping his girlfriend a voucher for lingerie, so she can choose stuff she wants to wear, so you didn't do badly on that front. Anyway we're nerds, so we need to do research, so what do you want to learn about today?"

"Well it would be good to get naked again, I really want to see you all over, and could you teach me about your pussy, I kind of liked making you cum, so if you gave me a guided tour, I might do better next time."

"I like the sound of that, and I kind of want to do the same with you, how about we undress each other that way you could get some bra practice."

They were soon undressing each other, Marta 'resetting' the mysterious bra strap so Karl could master the art, until she had a fit of giggles.

"What's so funny, I can nearly do it one handed now."

"I just had this idea, of getting a front fastening bra without telling you, and I couldn't help it, the image of you struggling, trying to find a catch that wasn't there."

"Well it will just give me a reason to check out your chest before and after I go for the bra strap."

When they were down to panties and boxers, Marta was taught how Junior though flexible didn't like to be bent downwards, but she loved the way he bounced as she played with him. Karl once again teased himself lowering Marta's lilac coloured panties, which as she was standing fell to the ground as he let go. Looking down as he knelt at her feet she had a revelation, that as well as learning together as boy and girlfriend, Karl also represented a captive male subject for her model research project, finding out what their wider audience found appealing.

She had Karl go first, laying on the edge of the bed with his legs open so she could make a close study, Marta joked junior must be a gentleman, for he was nearly always standing up in her presence, accept when he got suddenly tired. She played with his balls, jiggling was fine, but any more than gently grasping them apparently caused discomfort, so she could see why perhaps he had not enjoyed the horse riding. She was really fascinated by the change between it's two natural states, flaccid and erect, though she hadn't seen any sign of the lesser state so far on this visit, but she would study it again later.

Asking questions she found out about morning wood, and the fact guys couldn't pee till it subsided, and how all his bits shrivelled up when he got cold, and that blue balls were a myth put about by guys pushing for sex of one sort or another, but now it was her turn.

Just like before she didn't feel the anxiety or embarrassment she had felt when examined by the doctor, and she was a woman, Marta tried to analyse why the expected discomfort was missing, was it because this was not some impersonal inspection? Karl seemed to be in awe of her body, grateful wasn't quite right, appreciative yes, admiring, truly pleased that she would favour him in this way.

The essential difference other than the obvious, was how girls just seemed to have more areas that brought them tactile enjoyment, whereas the guys were centrally focused, and Marta made plain she relished his exploring, looking for all those touches that brought her pleasure. If anything he was the one who was embarrassed when the guided tour of her vulva began.

He ran his fingers through her thin triangle of pubes, not as thick or wild as his own, and again the waft of her musk, as she guided his actions. He was reluctant to spread her as wide as he wanted to, but then he was unsure to what extent that would be as the whole area was so flexible. She spread herself and sort of craned over while he looked on in wonder, and she agreed with him about the plumbing not being as convenient as that used by guys, admitting she would never be able to write her name in the snow.

They laughed about that, Marta said she would leave any graffiti to him, below he could see the entrance, it could dilate and close up, the colour bright the flesh wet, curious he asked where the hymen was located, and if it was true breaking it made girls bleed.

Now Marta was feeling some embarrassment, but they'd agreed to be open about all this, so she would tell him what she knew and had researched.

"It's different for each girl, the hymen is sort of at the entrance to the vagina, some can be a bit tough but most times they are thin and only partly block the way, or even like me, if it was there it's gone now. From what I've read and heard, about half of all girls don't bleed when they have sex for the first time, so that's only half a myth."

"Do you...er"

"Do I what?"

"Do you, what I mean is em, well have you started ,... well you know?

"I think I know what you mean, but I'm not going to answer the question unless you can come out and ask me properly."

"Well have you started having periods?"

"That wasn't so hard was it, that was the question I thought you were trying to ask, you Dofus. Of course I do, that's why junior is a danger, it only takes one sperm for a girl to join the mummy club you know."

Both teens felt they had asked all the questions they needed for today, and the kissing and groping soon escalated, to the point where their bodies in close contact left trails on the others skin, as pre-cum and feminine secretions smeared across thighs and abdomens. Suddenly Karl pulled away, at Marta's look he said he was in danger of painting a little to close to the target, and needed to cool down for a moment unless she would like to help out like last time. She considered what she wanted to do, she did want to learn more but was still unsure if she would like to progress yet, but she came to a decision.

"I think my boyfriend needs to let off some steam, let me help."

As he lay there on his back she knelt beside him on her bed grasping his shaft, rubbing over the head to collect the liquid on her fingers, lubricating her movements, as she varied her motions she felt a great sense of control. She increased the pace bringing him closer, then eased off, repeating the process until he was pleading with her, what a rush, the power in her hands so to speak. Feeling he had been waiting long enough, she pumped for a result, the gush of white in several waves, she could feel the pulses shooting through his cock past her firm grip.

With the passing of his climax his tumescence reduced, she had seen that word in a story and looked it up, but as it lay on his stomach gently curved it still retained some fullness. She liked watching him, the contortions, the way his body rose from the bed, his face and the odd sounds gave her a feeling of achievement, but now he had calmed down looking at her, good she had his attention.

Marta raised her hand, sniffed then keen to see his reaction licked her fingers, she wanted to experience the two sensations at once, the taste and texture of the ejaculate on her fingers, while taking in his reaction to what she was doing. He gasped riveted to her every move, while she processed this new substance, salty and a little cloying, she didn't care for the taste much, but it wasn't that bad either, she wasn't going to gag or spit it out, if push came to shove she could deal with it. Irisha had thrown up her first time, and had subsequently spat it out, but those guys had all been strangers.

Under his intense gaze she smiled and took another sample, Valya had said to try it fresh, as it soon cooled down and was not as nice, well that must be relative, depending on what your first impression was. Karl looked to be impressed, and junior was once more pointing north, it was amusing the way she had picked up talking about Karl's cock as he did in the third person. Karl was mopping up the spill, and also gave her some tissues, he asked if she had found the taste gross.

"It wasn't too bad, but it wont be replacing milk on my cereals any time soon."

"That's okay, you're the best, - can I eat you now?"

Chapter 40

(A chapter for bald guys everywhere.)

Marta was thrilled, she couldn't think of anything she would rather be doing, than once again having her boyfriend's tongue playing in her secret garden, as those sensations he created were divine.

When Karl had said Marta was his first girlfriend, it went deeper than that, he hadn't even kissed a girl properly before, a peck on the cheek was just so lame, and learning had been truly amazing, but always left him hard and wanting. Although he desperately yearned for a blow-job or more, she had her own pace and limits which he would respect, meanwhile if Marta was willing to allow his clumsy attempts to explore her soft beautiful body then he was all in favour of that idea too.

Don't rush, he started by kissing, he didn't detect any odd taste but then she'd only tried a small sample of his spunk, his hands sought to map her body, to discover the erogenous zones he had read about, seeking responses. Moving down he revelled in the delight of her breasts making a pig of himself, this was way better than fumbling about in some dark cinema, then at her urging he moved on. Last time he had been driven by curiosity, lust, instinct or whatever to dive in without taking time to really look at this new mystery before him, he wanted to remedy that now having the benefit of her guided tour, and he had the opportunity to take his time.

He traced the changes of the skin around her lips, the darkening pink, the texture, sure the lips were more prominent than when he'd studied them earlier, stretching the tissues he saw the little bulb of her clit come out of hiding, below was the pee hole, then the scarlet flesh of the holy grail. Should he lick his finger first, she looked wet enough, it slid in knuckle by knuckle, wow, his finger was surrounded by wet girl flesh, crazy to think it could grip his finger, yet stretch to take a cock. The chilling thought was a baby, that didn't seem possible, but given the chance, with the proper protection, this is the place where junior really wanted to be.

It was awesome, he could feel the flex of muscles, as he moved his finger back and forth, then he tried to see if he could find the G spot he had been reading about, unsure if it felt any different to any other part inside. Regardless of the quest, Marta was reacting to his efforts so he added a tongue to the mix, first to her lips then all around her hooded clit.

With her squirming and the increased lubrication, he tried for another finger, easy but tight, and no complaints, though she was making more noises, it was so cool to have her react to him in this way, even better as she called his name and he felt her contractions.

The thought of junior being treated that way was almost enough to make him cum too, instead he kept his focus on making his girlfriend happy, until she pushed on his head.

He realised she had been holding him again, is this what caused male baldness, his scalp was a little tender, maybe your hair didn't fall out, it was pulled out when you had oral sex with your wife or girlfriend, would he ever look at bald guys the same way again?

She made him feel like a hero, laying together naked snuggled in his arms, kissing him taking no heed of the glaze to his face or her taste in his mouth, the praise for his efforts threatening to make his head swell.

Marta knew if she were a cat she would be purring right now, to somehow be mellow and energised at the same time, boys could be trained though that probably wasn't quite what Karl's mother had meant. Her own mum was due a big thank-you for making this happen, she would need to think of a way to show how much this was appreciated.

"Karl?"

"Yes?"

"You've been a very good boyfriend, but junior looks so lonely, would you mind awfully if I went to talk with him?

"No, that's okay, he loves your company, he thinks about you all the time."

Karl loved this game, Marta wanted him to move, and now sitting on the edge of the bed Marta knelt on the floor his cock in her hand holding a conversation.

"My, my, you do look a bit red in the face, have you been ignored? I think you're sad, look you're weeping, we cant have that after big Karl has been so good."

He gasped as her tongue came out licking from base to head, then her soft lips placing little kisses all over, Jesus wept, it was a good job he'd cum earlier. His pulse rate shot up, as her open mouth descended, a sharp intake of breath as her lips formed a ring around him and slowly her head bobbed. The movement stopped, he felt her agile tongue come into play, he felt his head might explode from the blood pounding in his temples, he was on overload. As her lips and hand worked together he wanted to close his eyes and savour the experience, at the same time he was captivated by the view of his cock being loved on by this remarkable girl.

He wanted this state of bliss to last forever, despite Marta's praise, he was only human, and the fact she gazed into his eyes as she sucked on his shaft caused a building pressure that could not be denied. He had to warn her. "I'm going to... ahh!

She could see it in his face, when he tried to warn her, winking at him she gently tickled his balls with her free hand, while keeping only the head in her mouth, the grip of her other hand to prevent him thrusting into her mouth. The instant she felt the pulse in his shaft the cum was in her mouth, volleys in rapid succession, the volume wasn't that great as he had cum less than an hour before.

It coated her teeth and mouth slightly bitter, hot and salty, but watching him it was worth it, the look on his face, could he see she was smiling with his cock stuck in her mouth, it didn't matter, this had been an interesting experience. She had brought into play many of those tips and tricks she had read and been told about, applying them to her first ever blow job, and it had gone remarkably well. As she pulled back she noted a slight wince from the pressure of her lips on the head of his cock, so it was true that guys got overly sensitive as well after cuming.

The taste was getting to be a bit much, she opened her mouth, watching him watching her then closed her mouth and swallowed, it didn't clear the taste, grabbing his hand she pulled him to the bathroom, suggesting they both brush their teeth.

He hadn't yet recovered the power of speech, and she was dragging him across the room, he was dazed, it had been better than any fantasy, he'd heard most girls wouldn't swallow, they would either spit it out or pull back before you came. He wouldn't ever dare boast about his girlfriend if the subject ever came up, no way, he would be the silent one in the background trying to conceal a smile of satisfaction. At the twin vanity they brushed, each looking at the refection of the other smiling through the minty foam.

He was grinning for any number of reasons, even a little thing like his own toothbrush in his girlfriend's bathroom, how cool was that, should he get a spare red one for if Marta was round at his place? After rinsing they stood there, he picked her up and spun her around, barely avoiding a crash in the small space, then kissed her saying it had been the most amazing experience ever. Marta feeling playful said it was only ordinary toothpaste, but soon she was being hugged and kissed some more, as Karl insisted he had the world's best girlfriend.

Karl wanting to demonstrate his appreciation carried her back to her room and ate her pussy until three orgasms later, she at last cried uncle. A wrung out Marta asked if Karl had any special fantasy, pretending to have problems with his tongue and jaw he said he would love to take a shower with her. The girls bathroom had the luxury of a bath and a separate shower, so soon the youngsters were enjoying the sensual pleasures of more skin on skin contact enhanced by the slippery shower gel.

With eight limbs and all those questing fingers the two teens didn't need any wash cloths, and neither of them had been so thoroughly cleaned before, although Karl got his pipes cleaned once more with a soapy hand job, and he needed to brush his teeth again.

If he had been hit by a truck on the way home he wouldn't have noticed, junior was for once fast asleep and Karl wore a grin that couldn't be slapped off, as his mother lent over the table serving supper she caught a hint of some flowery smell, not scent, it reminded her of shower gel. He sometimes had to work odd hours, but she knew they didn't have a shower in the offices at work, was tonight's delay due to a visit with Marta, and if so why was he having to bathe using her soap, it lead to only one conclusion.

Her radar was on full alert, whereas Denys was blind to the fact their son was somewhere on another planet. Though she didn't like the thought, he did look to be more upbeat than normal, and of course she liked the fact he had a nice girlfriend, but now she was worried, and needed to know if she had a reason to be concerned. Later with Denys asleep in front of the telly she tapped on Karl's door and was invited in, she sat on his bed while he was sitting at his desk, books open, as she tried to figure out what to say.

"Well you were happy when you came in, how was Marta this afternoon?"

There, that said what she wanted to put across.

"Er, she's good, yes, er, fine, how did you know I'd popped in to see her."

"The smile, and the shower gel," the way the colour drained from his face confirmed that much, "So is there anything I need to be concerned about, she's a nice girl, and getting careless is the last thing either of you need."

She waited, she could see he was struggling, at a loss what to say.

With everything that had occurred he hadn't had a heart attack yet today, but this was an unexpected twist of events, a third degree from his mum, then he knew that to do, this was an adult relationship, and had to be treated as such.

"You don't have to be worried, Marta and I behave responsibly, and although I don't like to break a confidence, for your peace of mind I will tell you she is a virgin." His voice had hardly wavered but by now his face was bright red.

"I didn't think this was going to be an easy conversation, but if your taking a shower at her house then I assume you've gone further than just kissing, do her parents know?"

Running his hands through his hair he tried to think what to say. "You've put me on the spot here, Marta and I have discussed the perils of going too far, and we aren't okay, but I did get some,.. er, protection, but anyway that was just in case."

"And the shower, and her parents?"

"It was her mum that arranged it, she called me, said the rest of the family would be out and that Marta would be there, and I was to leave by 7:30."

"Your saying this was arranged by her mum?"

"Yes, if I didn't know her voice I would have said it was a prank, but Marta had been getting anxious to meet up again and well we don't have much time alone, so her mum said we could have time together under her rules."

"Again? What rules?"

He held his head in his hands, what was it with mothers, what they didn't already know they could always winkle it out of you, he looked up – she was still there waiting.

"Do you want your only child to die of embarrassment? The other week Marta called me over as she had the house to herself, and we kind of fooled around a bit. We sort of, well, made each other happy, so since then we haven't had time on our own, well nowhere private, so Ella made this deal. She would see we had time together providing we didn't do it, - you know, - we can't have sex, there I've said it okay?"

"So you and Marta, a girl barely turned fourteen are having an intimate relationship, that her mother is aware of, are you putting any pressure on the girl?"

"Mum! How can you ask that, I've been brought up better than that, I would never do anything to upset her, it's just she's like me, an outsider, a swat, a nerd, and we are both curious, but it's always her choice."

"I'm happy to hear that, do you make her happy?"

If he hadn't been embarrassed before he was now glowing like a stop light, nevertheless he answered the question abet quietly. "Yes – very happy."

"That's how it should be, I can see she makes you happy too."

The next time he looked up his mother had gone, hopefully she wouldn't pursue this conversation any time soon, preferably never.

The ring tone told her it was Anna calling.

"Hi sis how was the film and meal?"

"Good the boys loved it, mum asked me to call, to say we'll be about twenty minutes, I assume you know what this is about."

"Yes, we'll talk later in private, tell mum I'll get hot chocolate ready for you all, bye."

Karl put away his books, he couldn't concentrate anyway, it was a day for the record books for sure, weird conversations with three of the most prominent females in his life and an unforgettable afternoon. He considered ringing Marta, but it would hold until tomorrow, what would she make of his mum's detective work, for now he just sent a mushy text.

He had never needed or even considered getting himself a mobile phone until he'd started going out with Marta, now she was ninety percent of the calls and all of the texts.

She smiled at the message he'd even used the L word, the front door interrupted her musings, and she caught the milk just in time, making a mess of mum's new cooker was an absolute no-no.

As they sat round the table with their steaming cocoa the boys animated, recalling the film, her father said she had missed a good evening out, and inquired if she had caught up with the studies she was working on.

"Yes Dad, the study time was very useful, I can relax now, I think I'm ahead of the other girls in my class, though I stopped before the end of the current course curriculum."

Of course she would hate to lie to her father, and she hadn't, it was her firm belief that she was somewhat ahead of most of her classmates in the subject she had been studying. Marta noted her mum's expression half hidden behind the steaming mug she held in both hands a mixture of quizzical and amused.

She turned towards her mother. "Don't worry I didn't make a mess, of your cooker, as I cleaned up after myself and put everything away, Anna and I will see these monkeys off to bed so you can relax in peace with dad."

Ever the word-smith, only her mother noted the two conversations in what her daughter had said, confident she had made the right choice, giving Marta the space and privacy to spend time with Karl. Sneaking around seeking snatched hurried moments while being ill prepared was the reason many girls ended up mothers before their time. She was on the pill, but even so, now the genie was out of the bottle she preferred to know her daughter was able to have somewhere safe and comfortable for her little trysts.

Knowing her daughters Anna would be fully appraised of this evenings events before the night was out, hopefully she still had a few more years before the hormones kicked in, and Anna got to be boy crazy. At least Marta had latched onto a smart level headed lad who had prospects, a rare enough combination in these troubled times. Her talk with Karl a bit earlier that day in retrospect had been amusing, as if he'd been given the keys to a sweet shop, eat all you like, but go for the last jar on the shelf at your own peril.

Karl was always polite and respectful, he had been stunned by the call that was plain, but she had his promise, from most lads the intent would vanish as the words left their lips, but she felt this young man was worth more than that. She'd speak to Marta soon enough, though she wouldn't press the girl, at least she felt Marta wouldn't lie with regard to their relationship, with or without their new found understanding.

Anna was fully appraised of recent events as the two girls lay in their fabulous bath, each laying back relaxing in the foamy water, grateful that the side taps gave them two smooth ends and no uncomfortable plughole to try and avoid sitting on. Anna had been agog, the idea that their mum had set this up, listening to Marta with emotions ranging from envy to pride in her older sister, the bold adventurer. Later Marta dropped straight off to sleep, but in the next bedroom Anna vicariously replaying the scenes in her minds eye was practising her new favourite hobby, with gasps and the faint wet sounds from under the covers.

A few streets away what for Olga and Gramps could have been a traumatic time, moving home and setting up in the capital, had in fact been a glorious adventure full of joy. Everything they could ever have wished for had now come to pass, living close to the family that were their only true friends, in a beautiful new home filled with every modern amenity, and having a garden complete with a vegetable plot. If they had won a lottery their lives couldn't have turned out any better.

Olga had been out a few times with Ella, and Gramps when not in his garden had been round at the project next door, lending what help he could and meeting the people who were working on the scheme. He had also set to work on the task Igor had asked him to do, in a new notebook each person he met had a fresh page, not quite name, rank, serial number, but skills and how to get in touch, or who to leave a message with should any work become available.

It soon became clear to the old man that aside from Igor's co-workers at the maintenance company, many of the others were basically homeless or at best transient in their living arrangements, which would make them hard to contact. He didn't fancy a constant stream of these guys showing up each day at his new home, turning it into some sort of labour bureau, but he trusted Igor to find a workable solution.

Marta awoke to find her hand between her legs, having had pleasant dreams of the day before, and she had another great day ahead. With the boys watching cartoons and her father gone off to the house project, her mum was alone in the kitchen preparing the kids breakfast. Marta hugged her mum thanking her for what she had done, saying how Karl had been so gob-smacked, but very grateful, waggling her eyebrows for comic effect, and without going into details said he had been generous in his affection, several times!

At the table Greg and Peter were excited at the prospect of going round to see Nana Olga and Gramps with their mum, Ella and Olga planned to take the boys to the zoo for an hour or so in the afternoon, then there was talk of a sleepover if they behaved. The girls plans were for another visit to the riding stables for the morning to get another lesson, but they were using the cab company for transport both ways as their father was busy. They could go by Metro and bus, but a cab was quicker and more convenient, without all the walking.

They were both enamoured with the horses, large gentle beasts, muscular and powerful but when you got to know them so willing to please, especially if you had the odd apple in your pocket. If they had been told the cost of membership a year ago they would have though it outrageously expensive, wondering who could possibly spend that amount of money to ride on a horse, but now they knew. Mostly those daughter's of the rich and famous for they had seen, and even ridden with them the week before.

The advantage of being a member over that of a day visitor, as Marta's first experience had been, was that they had their very own lockers in the changing rooms. They had all the stuff the top riders had, a full body brace, neat riding clothes, boots and safety hats, in fact they had nicer kit than most other members they had met. Club members could even use a laundry service so you didn't need to take your own kit back and forth for cleaning. Both girls were convinced when the time came they'd be buying annual memberships, although Marta joked Karl would not be joining them in order to preserve all his bits.

Igor was pleased with the turn of events, as work had diminished on site for the various men with specialist trades, they had been able to move on to cover those jobs among the local citizens who had made inquiries. The fact they had been told they had to wait for a service had been a new experience for most of these wealthy people. When they'd been told the craftsmen on site were much sought after, and that they'd been allowed to jump the queue due to their jobs being convenient for the men to move to next, had caused a softening of their attitudes.

There was now an amusing rivalry between some of their neighbours, as to who could gain the services of the crew first, and now with the top magazines featuring the house Melenki had escorted several executive wives around the house, with safety hats perched on their beautifully coiffured heads. As a result some returned dragging along reluctant husbands in tow to view the marvels at first hand, which did prove more impressive than when seen in a magazine. The men witnessed a phenomenon called 'keeping up with the Joneses' not something they had seen before among their own peers, where eating each day was their main concern.

Though they couldn't relate to the attitudes of the wealthy, Melenki and Igor were more than happy to part them from their money, ensuring the workers now got top rates as it wasn't being funded from Igor's bank loan. To play fair men were rotated so they all got some of the cream until the house sale came about, being as they were all kept informed nobody had any complaints.

A chance remark Igor heard on site made him sit down in the gazebo to think in peace for a while, he watched the men he could see from his perch, busy about their tasks, was it true, had he changed so much? He had taken charge of his destiny, it wouldn't have been possible without the Studio, but of late he had been doing the running. The question still remained, was he in fact a 'Capitalist Entrepreneur' he hadn't thought so, he had thought he was a husband and father looking out for his family, but now things were happening, taking on a life of their own. All about him was like springtime, jobs, hope, opportunities, they were all blossoming, and slowly coming to fruition.

If he could sell the house this side of Christmas, he could see a healthy return for the girls with the bank paid off early, the workers would get a larger bonus than they'd expected, and there were jobs beginning to stack up. The pity was when the house sold, a dozen or more guys would then be looking for somewhere they could move to next, which could mean they would loose touch, and they could miss out on more work that came along.

For now he had no solution, but he had been thinking about the sale, and had figured out that property agents were a waste of good air, they knew very little about buildings, they just placed a few adds then expected a big fat percentage for doing practically bugger all. This had been to his benefit dealing with the agent representing the vendor, as the man was so easily duped, but when it came to this sale he was not giving away his daughters money to an idiot in a suit. The legal eagle who had done the transfer, then split the land had done a good job, so he already had the details, and could cover the paperwork, Igor would handle the sale himself.

It was while Igor was sitting in contemplation that Gramps arrived with two coffees, and the men talked, Gramps bringing up the same issue that Igor had just put aside, how do you find work for a man who isn't there? It was the classic catch 22, no landlord would would give you a even a single room if you had no job, but how do you get a job if you have nowhere to live?

Gramps asked about how the whole property deal had first come about because he had only heard brief details before. As Igor explained the current state of the property market, about what moved and why, a light began to dawn. Buying a small family home to rent had not seemed viable, but what if a property was suitable as a shared dwelling the odds might change. In the eyes of a normal landlord, the thought of a doss house where the chance of getting rent was always in question would make it a total non starter.

Just suppose the right building were to come along for say fifteen to twenty men, you'd know where to find them when work was available, so they could pay a small rent, then if jobs dried up they could make payment in kind by doing-up the place in which they lived.

The communal aspect would cut down on many costs, and they could support one another in a way not possible on the streets. Melenki looking for Igor found two half drunk cups of coffee, then discovered Igor's motor had gone, never mind it could wait.

For Gramps it had been a great weekend, the time spent with Igor, and then an evening playing grandparents to the boys, Olga had cherished every second of it, reading bedtime stories till they dropped off, if you could bottle the joy that shone in her eyes it would be priceless.

Igor had said the day before that Sunday was a day off, and everyone was getting paid, then on Monday he went out again with Gramps in the morning, so Melenki figured out a new plot was afoot, but this time he was clueless. At their site meeting after lunch work inside the house was deemed complete, so it was all hands on deck for the spit and polish with the ladies fully in charge, and the men doing the grunt work. Now of course Yaroslaw had a much increased workforce to complete any tasks outside.

Even the MMC crew had a new and different task, picking up litter and pulling weeds in the streets nearby to improve the 'kerb appeal' which given as they were being paid was fine with them.

It wasn't that unusual for Igor to pop in to the site at any time of the week, so Tuesday lunchtime he was hailed with friendly greetings as the guys were eating, but a hush soon descended when they saw Melenki bring in the board with the grid showing the pool bets.

He didn't need to waggle his phone in the air to get their attention but soon calls went up wanting to know if he'd had the first sales enquiry.

"Are you ready? Melenki will check to see if we have a winner."

That was a given as all the squares up to the current time had peoples names on them.

"This morning at …........... 11:17 I got a call from an interested party."

When the cheering died down, the names of three people were called out who all shared that square on the grid, and consequently shared the pot. In such high spirits talk began of a second pool to guess what price the house would sell for, but the idea floundered as nobody other than Igor and Melenki had even the slightest idea of where that particular ballpark began or ended.

On his way home that afternoon two thoughts were on his mind, the first sales lead, and that Karl would be there for supper. Since Ella had dropped the bombshell about his Marta being on the pill, it had been a subject they had talked over several times during the past week, then on Sunday he had an uncomfortable talk with Marta herself.

Everyone else had been busy doing something, and they had the house to themselves for an hour. His raising the subject of Karl and the difficult teenage years, had been clumsy at best, hesitant, trying to find the right words, and then it was she who'd rescued him, quite the young adult, saying it was a topic they needed to talk over to clear the air.

He guessed Ella had told Marta that they had talked about the teens growing relationship, and Marta was quick to point out Karl never took any liberties always showing her respect.

This must have taken a great deal of courage on her part, telling him that they had gone well past kissing, though she didn't feel ready for intercourse, and Karl accepted that, and would abide with that limitation. He couldn't figure out who was blushing most during the talk, she went on to say Karl was considerate of her needs, making her very happy, then giggled when she added "lots of times." There were some things a father shouldn't hear.

She told him Karl was unaware she was on the pill, as it was on a 'need to know basis' and as they weren't going that far, he didn't need to know. Igor had been very conflicted about hearing this first hand, and he supposed Marta seeing his face had thought he was going to split them up. She had got all emotional and weepy, he hadn't been much better, until Marta hugged him making his shirt wet, pleading her case, made him see just how serious she was about this young lad.

"Okay, okay I give in."

"You mean I can keep him?"

"Yes you can keep him, though you're making him sound like a puppy, but I still retain the right to tear him limb from limb if he hurts you."

"Thank you Daddy." With that she kissed him and then ran off to wash her face.

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For the next installment of the A New Model is Discovered franchize, see Chapters 41 through 45.

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