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.

This tranche will bring my new generation of readers on level par with my former readers, thereafter it will be fresh ground for everyone as I will post the whole of the 'missing' bit next in one hit if Chris agrees.

If you haven't read it as yet look out for 'The Cab Driver' – A very short story in the “Model is Discovered Universe” which is there just to raise a smile, it's barely a page long.

As always this is a free service, my only payment is a comment from you, you can even look back and give your opinion on former chapters. Us authors like to hear from you, it's even helpful when you tell us about those stories which you didn't like – and why.

Hey Norbert drop me a line my email is on the site, same goes for all the readers from the old Loliwood days. I owe you all a big apology, but with the site collapse, and then issues in real-life I left the scene for several years, I'm back and I want to hear from all those old stalwarts that gave a novice writer the encouragement to continue.

Okay here are Chapters 71 to 75

Chapter 71

Marta had enjoyed a great weekend, first a riverboat trip with Karl, then on Sunday the whole day spent with her dad looking at all sorts of properties in and around the city, trying to think of innovative ideas for the models consortium. It had been agreed in principal who wanted to take part, together with the maximum range of investment they were prepared to make, in that the shares would all be the same size, they just needed to find the right project.

She had a whole list of things that she needed to get done for her plans to run smoothly. She had called Dmitri saying there was a possible family event the following weekend, and how she wanted it to be a surprise, so could he ensure Karl had that whole weekend free. Her dance class after school on Monday fell victim to her waxing appointment with Galina, and she was busy juggling with the remainder of her schedule.

Lunchtime had been very exciting, getting Irisha alone so they could talk about her own important weekend encounter with Taras. It had been very touching, he hadn't anticipated Irisha's decision, and although eager, had been gallant enough to ensure she was settled in her own mind, and it wasn't down to feeling pressured in any way.

She hadn't told him till an hour or more after masturbating him to orgasm, so he had time to fully recover, but still had enough steam for a satisfying first time together. Marta was pleased her friend had enjoyed her first time, that Taras had been sensitive and caring in a way she knew wasn't common among young guys, or even older ones, maybe she and some of her friends had just got lucky. Marta thought it worked both ways, if your partner treated you with care and respect, you would give the same back in return.

Anna was still buzzing in more ways than one from her many recent encounters, what with a sleepover, riding Silver with young Micky along, a whole box of super toys, and she got her hands on a real live cock, weekends didn't get any more jam packed than that!

Sunday had gone really well, later that evening they were talking on the phone, giggling about how they had totally dominated the situation, with Romko like some eager puppy willing to please. On a personal level Anna had been relieved to see solid evidence, or was that rigid, that the sight of her modest little breasts had the power to excite him, and when she had let him lick them after his first cum, it soon revived his flagging cock.

Eve had been excited to hear about the toys, keen to try them out, they couldn't normally have sleepovers on a week night except on Fridays due to school, and Anna was reluctant to take them round to Eve's house, though she did at least get to show Eve all the goodies in her shoebox after school on Monday. Anna was also anxious for them to play together with the aid of her new toys, but with the busy week ahead it seemed unlikely they would find the opportunity, besides this was a really important week for Marta.

While Anna had been on the Studio network Sunday morning, she had left notes in both John and Valya's in-box regarding any cancellations or spaces in the schedule to fit in banking jobs, as she was taking to heart the research from Marta and Alina about how she was starting the most important phase of her career in terms of her physical development. An opportunity opened for Wednesday evening, and when she spoke to her mum on the Tuesday about it, she noted her mum looked off colour. Her mum assured her it was just a tummy bug or something she had eaten, maybe even excitement about the upcoming weekend away that was affecting her. Anna said how she hoped it cleared up soon, and her mum agreed, as she didn't want it to spoil her plans.

Karl called Marta to say he had a busy week, and wouldn't be able to get off early Tuesday for any afternoon fun, but he looked forward to seeing her on Friday, and he was pleased to have the entire weekend free for once. She said he should still come round for supper if he could on Tuesday, and that she too was looking forward to having him all to herself that weekend, though of course he didn't yet know the full import of her statement.

Greg and Peter had enjoyed their time over at Victor's house, with his cousin Kiel joining in they were able to have two on two football without having to scour the neighbourhood for others to join in, but at their young age much of what their parents or older siblings got up to went on over their heads. Youngsters view time differently, and for them mid August when they had arrived in the city seemed a long way in the past, as distant as that grey town where they used to live, back when they were poor but knew no different.

On Thursday mother and eldest daughter both had appointments at the Studio salon for a full makeover, hair, nails, facial, the works. Ella was glad whatever bug had ailed her, had finally gone away so she could enjoy her luxury break, like the honeymoon they'd never had. Marta had vacillated between serene calm and near panic, no panic was the wrong word, more an excited nervous state, for which she berated herself as this special moment would be with her Karl.

The next morning at breakfast Ella told the boys Nana Olga would pick them up after school, and they would be staying round there for the weekend as mum and dad would be away, and the girls would be staying with friends. She had timed her announcement just before they were due to head off, so any awkward questions they might have, she could answer as she walked them to the school gate. Ella and Magda between them swapped the duty, so as soon as they picked up Victor on route the three boys were making their own plans, thus Ella avoided the issue of which friend Marta would be staying with.

Any last motherly words of advice had been dispensed the previous day, this morning she had got a hug and kiss from both daughters as they left for school, just like any ordinary day. Ella felt a gamut of conflicting emotions about her daughter's decision, but doubt wasn't one of them, Marta had a mature head on her shoulders, and Karl was a bright sensible lad who would one day make a good son in law. She realised most people would think that a rash and premature idea, but she had come to believe Marta had truly found her soul mate in that young man.

The morning before Ella had made a phone call to arrange a lunchtime chat with Elena, Karl's mum, they spoke now and then on the phone, but didn't get to sit down and talk that often, so the invitation to get out of the office for lunch had been a welcome change. Being focused on his education and career, meant Karl didn't have a wide social circle, but the small number of friends he did have, were a similarly motivated crowd, not prone to partying or staying out to all hours. It was for this reason they needed to talk, Karl though he didn't yet know it was not going to make it home on Friday evening, or possibly even Saturday, so Ella needed to clear the way.

They had both known this was inevitable for some time, and Elena was as convinced as Ella that their two offspring were destined to be together. By the end of their chat Elena called in to work, claiming a sudden family emergency and booking the afternoon off as holiday. They went back to her apartment to collect a couple of changes of clothes for Karl, but a wash-kit wouldn't be needed as he all ready had one in Marta's bathroom.

At school some of her classmates noticed she'd had her hair done, and asked if she had a special date that night, and was Karl taking her somewhere nice. Marta just gave vague answers, but in truth he always took her somewhere nice, a realm of contentment and pleasure, with tonight being the culmination they had been inevitably moving towards.

On the train ride home Marta looked remarkably calm, though both Anna and Eve were vicariously excited on her behalf. Anna got changed, picked up her overnight bag with enough clothes for the weekend, then she and Eve hugged Marta leaving her with their good wishes before they left to enjoy their own form of carnal delights.

The house seemed unnaturally quiet, now hanging in her closet were a few of his shirts, a pair of trousers, and a space in one drawer held some socks and boxer shorts. With a wry smile Marta thought half a dozen people knew what was due to happen this evening, but oddly enough Karl as one of the two participants was blissfully ignorant of the situation.

Marta had chosen one of his favourite dishes that her mum made, out of the freezer that morning, and now on a low heat to be ready shortly after he arrived in two hours time. Regardless of her calm appearance all day, the evidence of her excitement was plain to see as she undressed to take a soak in the bath, she felt sure those panties would stick to the wall, maybe she should save them for Karl, the last pair she wore as a virgin.

There she had said the word, her last few hours as a virgin. It should sound kind of scary, for other girls it might, but for her it couldn't come soon enough. No, they couldn't skip the meal and go straight to bed, Karl would need all his strength. It was weird when her mum said with a gleam in her eye that Elena was planning a romantic evening with Denys, and she supposed her mum and dad would also be at it, though that was a picture she tried to avoid in her mind.

How many couples all over the world would be doing it at exactly the same time? For how many of those girls would it be their first time? Marta stop being a geek, it doesn't matter about all those others, tonight it would just be the two of them as one.

Out of the bath she dried, brushed her teeth, did her hair and make-up, concealer, a little blush, eye-liner, a dab or two of scent. The new bra and panty set were a fancy silk and lace creation in the traditional white, then the dress she had chosen for the evening. Already she could feel her fresh panties getting damp in anticipation, there was no point worrying, besides he liked it when she got wet. Opening the bathroom cabinet there was the little blister pack twenty-eight little pills, and the diary with a tick on each date, all the numbers matched, she had taken her pill that morning as she did every day at the same time. They better damn work, for tonight she was putting them to the test.

Looking around her room everything was in place, so she went down to check all was in order in the kitchen. Anna had left her school bag in the corner, so she took it up to Anna's room. Her sister told her about her adventures the previous Sunday with Eve and Romko, and then when she had done her chaperone duty on Wednesday, was curious as to the payment Anna made to Valya. Her sister said, “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Valya can tell you all about it while I'm busy with John.”

So it was through Valya she learned of her little sister's interest and acquisition of a collection of adult sex toys, battery driven or otherwise. The doorbell!

That's it rush down stairs and break your neck, not a good idea, slow down, stay calm.

Karl enjoyed the enthusiastic welcome, in his arms he could smell she was wearing that scent his mum had suggested she would like. They went through to the kitchen where another smell caught his attention, one of his favourites. Marta said how everyone was out doing something this evening so they'd have plenty of time by themselves, as she began serving up the food, wearing an apron over her nice dress. Thinking the dress was new, he thought he'd better comment on it, good save, he had been right, she looked good tonight, and it didn't hurt to tell her, his mum always said girls liked to be noticed, and he didn't want Marta to ever think he took her for granted.

His mum had been in a sort of funny mood when he set off this evening, making a fuss, but he couldn't place why she was acting oddly, at least with Marta he was beginning to understand some of her little ways.

Knowing they wouldn't be disturbed, she could do as she pleased, she hadn't lied to Karl, merely left him with the impression they had most of the evening alone, rather than most of the weekend. They caught up with what they had both been doing over the past week, just small talk, now to finish the meal she served ice-cream, one bowl, one spoon, sat in his lap as she fed them both, feeling Karl junior making his presence known.

It was a great start to the weekend, rather than their normal Tuesday afternoons, to have a whole evening to spend with Marta, though she had been vague about how they might spend their time together over the next two days, he was sure they would have great fun. In her room, she lit several scented candles, along with the bedside lights, providing a nice atmosphere, a bit different from their usual encounters, dare he say it cast a romantic aspect to the room.

So far so good, she hadn't dropped any plates serving the meal, and he commented on how nice she looked, loving her new undies, even if they hadn't stayed on for long as they rolled about playfully on the bed, as he kissed his way down her body, knowing how to light her fuse, all those places that turned her on. She swore he got better each time, his talented tongue raising her excitement to new levels as he edged her, ramping up, holding her there just short, then at last a flurry of moves he knew would send her into an ecstatic climax, adding a few more touches that seemed to extend her blissful descent from glory.

He held her in the afterglow, knowing this was what she liked, and that he could indulge her without having to keep an eye on the clock, his hands gently roaming over her back, squeezing her tight butt, compact, well shaped, fit from both her exercise and dancing.

He knew to be careful of her powerful legs when he ate her, like some sort of spring trap she could go a little crazy when she came, but he loved to bring her off, each time trying to make it better than the last.

Her body glowed, loose, relaxed, but at the same time energised, she wasn't going to tell him, not yet, not till much later. She stirred, moving in his embrace, and they kissed, she could taste herself, his face glazed with her juice the way he was so enthusiastic when his head got down between her thighs, she looked forward to the coming encounter sure he would be equally adept when his cock was at last where she wanted it. First though she was going to relieve the tension, she kissed down his chest, nipping him with her teeth, knowing how it got to him as she moved slowly down his body.

Karl junior was at his rigid best, leaking clear fluid ready for her attention, she kissed all over the shaft, going down lower to play with his sack, very gentle, aware how he was so sensitive, not really over keen to have his balls played with, she then returned to rubbing her face over his cock. Despite how eager she felt about her later plans, she had no wish to short change her loving boyfriend, wanting to give of her best, as he was still in the dark about what lay ahead.

She licked the shaft all round to ensure he was good and wet before taking him into her mouth, listening to his appreciative noises as she teased the head of his cock with her tongue, thinking that the next time it entered her body the sensation for both of them would be entirely different.

Trying to block those thoughts from her mind she concentrated on what she was currently doing, applying those skills she had learned over the past months. She felt she was good at giving head, Karl had certainly said previously he couldn't imagine anyone being better, then quickly stating he had no reason to ever look elsewhere in case he had somehow put his foot in it. She knew the compliment was genuine, and told him to stop digging.

She knew she could make him last longer if she prolonged her teasing, but she felt he was about ready so she prepared to bring him to a climax, speeding up, and using all her tricks to finish him off. He called out her name in warning, as if she didn't know the signs well enough by now. Pulling back till just the head of his cock was in her mouth, her fingers and lips played in concert on his cock to draw out the pleasure, and his spunk.

She aimed his cock so as the shots didn't hit the back of her throat, avoiding the instinct to swallow as she felt each successive volley as she held it in her mouth. Feeling the last few pulses hit her tongue, she milked his shaft with her fingers then pulled back, her mouth held the pool of his spunk which she showed Karl as his senses returned, then closing her mouth she swallowed down his spend.

Now having both enjoyed the oral attentions of the other they lay together quietly, resting for a while to get a second wind for some further fun and games. They talked for a while, Karl making some suggestions about how they could spend the rest of the weekend, still unaware of what lay ahead, then Marta asked a question.

“What do you suppose we'll be doing a year from now?”

“I don't know, hopefully by then I'll have been promoted, and some newcomer will be the office junior, then by the time you finish college I'll be Dmitri's second in command, so we can get married and get a place together.”

Karl found himself attacked, smothered, soundly kissed, fortunately he was used to the taste of himself on her breath, she seemed even more exuberant than normal in their play. He'd only voiced how he saw their future, nothing they hadn't discussed in a roundabout way many times in the past, a point he raised, when asking what had got her so fired up.

“Do you love me?”

“Of course I do, you're so lovable and special, what brought this on, I haven't given you any reason to doubt how I feel about you have I?”

“No, I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I love you Marta, just kick me any day when I forget to tell you that out loud.”

“Good. Now I've got something to tell you. I lied to you earlier, well not exactly lied, I didn't tell you the whole truth. Everyone will be out this evening... and tonight... and tomorrow all day, coming back on Sunday.”

“Does your mum know, you know, that I'm here?”

“You Dofus, of course she knows, they are away for their own romantic weekend, the boys are with Nana Olga, and Anna's stopping round at Eve's. I asked her.. I wanted this.. for us to spend this time together.”

“Wow. I, er, well.”

“I wanted my first time... Our first time to be special, and I want to fall asleep in your arms afterwards, and wake up next to you in the morning.”

“Wow, I am going to be in so much trouble tomorrow, but it's what you want, so I can stand a little chewing out from my mum, I suppose I could phone, though I'm not sure what I'm going to say... Don't laugh.”

“Your mum knows, she provided a change of clothes for you, in fact you're the only person who didn't know.”

He was silent for a moment, thinking about when he left the house, of course she knew.

“Oh god, I'm going to be so embarrassed next time I see either of our mums, I'm going to spend the rest of my life the colour of a tomato.”

“Will that be a green one, or a red one?”

“That's it make fun of me, did you take out an add in the local paper?”

“No, the people who know, love us. They've gone to the trouble of making this happen the way I dreamed, and our parents are probably doing what we are about to do soon, but I personally don't want to dwell on that image.”

She was right, he was a Dofus. He should have realised it wouldn't be any spur of the moment thing. This was something girls saw in a different light to guys, and if it could be planned and arranged to fit her perfect scenario, then that's what his Marta would have done. Obviously she hadn't told him, so he wouldn't fret about it, even the blow job earlier had been a precursor to prevent him being on a hair trigger when the time came.

Bless her.

When they started up again getting playful, Karl soon had his head back between her legs, Marta said she was wet enough, but he explained it was the last time he would ever get to eat a virgin pussy. She swatted at him but it was half hearted as she really loved what he was doing. She was so revved up it didn't take long, then laying side by side Marta said how for her first time she would like to try riding him cowgirl style, quickly pointing out they had years to try out all the other ways.

He lay there looking up, she was poised, ready in position, one hand on his chest, her other hand reaching for him, holding him there. Amazing, soft, squidgy, a place his face and fingers knew well, he gasped as she pivoted, the head of his cock sliding back and forth between her outer lips, nestling, finding their bearings in a way. Hot, right at the tip, pressure, for a fleeting moment doubt, then heat, wow! He was in, he looked up from the view to see a tentative grin as she bit her bottom lip... She was okay.

His gaze dropped, focused between her arms past her breasts with proud nipples, an inverted V, bisected by junior, standing there his head buried in her hot tight wet cave.

For one awful moment she had panicked, it was okay, he was lodged there, he felt huge which was daft, but he felt bigger than he was, she had been watching his face watching where they joined. She put her hand back to feel what was happening on the outside, on the inside she felt a fullness, but he was only part way in. It seemed as if her insides were getting rearranged as she began to sink down, feeling each millimetre as he slid deeper.

His heart was racing, this was Nirvana, so damned hot surrounding him, and wet, god was she wet, and he thought blow jobs were awesome.. Well of course they were but this was a whole new level of.. He'd think of the words later.

She sank down that last fraction, stuffed. She felt a fullness she couldn't describe, where she hadn't previously realised she'd been empty. This wasn't like some impersonal cotton stuffing that you could just ignore, this was a rod of hot pulsing living flesh connecting her physically to Karl in the most intimate way two people could be connected. There hadn't been any pain, no discomfort, just a sense of presence she had never felt before, and now pressing down she tried some of the moves she had read so much about.

He couldn't believe he was totally inside her, their bodies joined, squashed tightly together, as Marta began to move, not upwards, her crotch seemed to be rotating in small circles as she pressed against him, it must cause a grinding pressure on her clit. It was very intense though without actually sliding in and out it gave his heart rate a chance to slow down, he felt any more stimulation over the initial excitement could have proved too much, and he was glad of the time to get composed.

They kept looking at one another their expressions changing, but Marta could see the same thing in his face, the joy of discovery, this new voyage on their sexual adventure. Hearing other girls in the past, as if this was something that was done to you, they were so wrong, this was something you did together, if anything she felt in control so confident. Lifting slowly there was a sense of loss, the way his cock pulled out from her body, then plunging back, seating it where it belonged. Marta began posting, up in the saddle starting at a slow trot to get the feel, moving on to a steady canter.

Flesh on wet flesh, sliding in and out, he could see why Marta had chosen to try this first, up till now he had almost been an observer, but now he started to play with her breasts, tweak her nipples the way she liked, rub her skin, run his hands down her flanks, grasping her rear, joining in the cadence.

Marta liked her horse riding analogy, up on her proud stallion riding for the finish line, hot, sweaty, sex. She could feel the tension rising, this wasn't what she had expected, most of what she'd read said not to pin your hopes on it being that good the first time, but she felt the first inklings, her body ready, the last furlong.

He could see the beginnings of a flush to the skin, on her neck and chest, that normally he saw from a different viewpoint. He had to hold on, wait, he wanted it to be all she could hope for. Straining forward he grasped a nipple in his mouth biting down gently, flicking with his tongue, helping her as much as distracting himself from the inevitable.

“Yes... Yes.. Oh Karl!”

He could feel her insides ripple, muscular convulsions along his length, if he hadn't already been on the verge of cuming that would have sealed his fate.

Marta collapsed, her body shaking with tremors, little aftershocks almost ran through her, it had been unbelievable, but she had felt additional heat at the end, sure it had been Karl's seed filling her. She became aware she was lying on him wrapped in his arms just as she had dreamed, with a giggle she also felt very wet and sticky.

At last Marta raised her face he smiled at her kissing her forehead speaking for the first time. “Are you okay?”

“Perfect.”

Marta hasn't finished with him yet, it's only Friday night.

(A note included for my original readership)

This writing lark is still bloody hard work!

A bit over a year, some 360,000 odd words so far in the main text, a large pile of broken quills littering the garret, and I'm just beginning to learn how to string coherent words together. It seems only yesterday my horizons were limited to schematics and technical reports, but I have tried my best to hold back on the technological or esoteric, to focus on the characters, and they are between them determining the direction the plot follows.

(I only wish they would sometimes tell me in advance what they have planned.)

A little surprise is round the corner in a few chapters time, Miss Marples fans will look back and say why didn't I see that coming, the clues were there staring me in the face, or just maybe I'm not as smart as I like to think, and you've guessed already!

Chapter 72

Marta was supremely happy, they had raided the kitchen for a late night snack to keep their strength up, then returned to make love for a second time, trying out the missionary position. Karl had been sort of funny trying to take all the weight on his arms, he had looked so strained and uncomfortable. She informed him she only needed one part of him to be stiff, and she liked him closer to her body, the greater contact had been so much more rewarding, and Karl was able to last for a long time.

Face to face they were able to kiss and talk, Marta teasing that in this position she would be able to rake scratches all down his back. They were learning together, adjusting their movements, comfortable with their mistakes, nothing to prove, not needing to show off, in that their relationship was already solid, this was just more icing on the cake, a natural progression they had both anticipated.

Karl was now doing most of the work, she pushed back against his rhythmic thrusts, able to explore ways to increase her pleasure and stimulation from their coupling, the heat rising again as she headed towards another orgasm. She held him tightly, wrapping her arms and legs round him, head thrown back as her body trembled. Pushed deep inside he paused rubbing against her clit then easing off, soon back to thrusting as her deathly grip slackened.

Shortly after she felt him quicken the pace, Marta urged him on deciding it was time to use the Kegal exercises she had been practising, using those internal muscles to grip and squeeze something other than one of her fingers. From the look on his face she knew her persistence had been worth while as it seemed to intensify the experience for the both of them. They rolled over lying on their sides still connected, rubbing noses, kissing, happy.

Marta thought of a quote she had seen, sex is wet, dirty, messy and sweaty; at least it is if you do it right! They must have done it right, and the bedding was a mess with more than one wet spot, but she didn't give a damn. She could feel Karl's cock deflating till at last they lost their connection, and she felt herself leaking, holding a hand over her pussy she made a dash for the bathroom to use the bidet.

They both cleaned up, on returning to the bedroom Marta decided to change all the bedding now they were both clean and fresh, making mock complaints to Karl as to how she would have extra laundry to do each week, as she would be wanting to do this a lot!

Marta woke to the sound of the dawn chorus, birds in the trees outside her window, a warm body pressed to her back, held in his arms, the smell of his skin, her mum deserved a big hug for making this happen. Karl was awake, she rolled over, they kissed, morning breath, they both laughed, reaching up to touch his face she felt the fine stubble, normally when she saw him he was freshly shaved.

Marta had years of sharing a bed with her sister, but this was different, very different, and she wondered after this weekend when they would next be able to do this again. The next issue was her bladder, she made a quick pit stop, then returned to discuss the delicate subject of sharing a bathroom, and how some functions were best done alone, Karl agreed that she was right, though she knew he was fascinated with watching her when she peed.

During her own time in the bathroom having brushed her teeth, she opened the cabinet and took that day's pill, marking it off in the book, thinking about all those millions of little tadpoles that had been shot up inside her the previous night, pretty scary.

Karl had woken early, it was a new experience sharing a bed for the night as he was an only child, and as his parents both had good jobs they actually lived in a two bedroom apartment, so at night he had his own space. Her movements, and the little noises she made while sleeping had disturbed him at some point, and from then on he had dozed on and off. He wasn't going to complain, though it was one of those rare mornings he had woke without a hard-on, it was probably due to the amazing evening they'd shared.

He felt lucky to have Marta as his girlfriend, attractive, intelligent, a great personality and they shared similar interests. To think, he had been her first, she had given her virginity up to him, even before that she had shown a lively interest in exploring all the other ways they could enjoy bringing one another sexual pleasure, now those horizons had just been expanded.

The fact that he was no longer a virgin didn't have the same impact he felt it did for girls, he still thought back to when he had first eaten Marta to orgasm, how proud he had been, that's when he had felt like a real man, when he had crossed the Rubicon.

A short distance away down the road, Anna and Eve were waking up snuggled together after a playful night. Although Anna hadn't brought any toys round, she had brought the brief catalogue from the shop having the details of the sex aids currently on special offer. They had studied it from cover to cover, making comments about the absurd size of some of the dildos and vibrators, Anna would have thought their use impossible if it had not been for her access to all the porn available on the net, that seemed to prove otherwise.

As they lay there talking they speculated on how Marta was, if the evening had lived up to her expectations, laughing as to whether Karl had survived the night. Eve lit the scented candles, and left a window ajar while they made their bathroom pit stops, before both girls dressed and went down for breakfast. Later they fired up Eve's laptop, the one she used to take part in the TTMF, Anna had been pushing her friend to increase her English skills, so she could better interact on the Forum.

Starting in two weeks time the pace at the Studio would slacken off, as they would be involved, along with the other Studios in the network in their main annual hunt for new talent over the course of four weekends, looking for new models prior to the start of the long summer holiday. Anna looked at the calender, working it out, in five weeks and one day it would be exactly a year to the day since her audition, and with that date falling on a Sunday they talked of having a small celebration.

Neither one of them were booked to take part in the forum over the weekend, so they checked to see if anyone had left messages in their in-boxes, then they spent time talking with other models on the girls private chat zone. Anna had copied her massive long list of interesting web sites to Eve's computer, including the back-door addresses giving them access to some of the other modelling sites that she had got via Dmitri. A couple of those entries had been found and shut down, but they were able to keep an eye on the current output from most of those websites.

They spent the afternoon on another of their favourite pastimes, they went shopping for clothes, and accessories. Saturday evening was a repeat of the night before, serious rug munching, other than the issue that being only eleven years old both girls were still almost bald down there. They had moved their second photo experiment to Thursday after school due to the circumstances, but were unable as yet to see the growth they were looking for. Both girls expected they would need several weeks worth of images before there would be any detectable changes.

Marta and Karl also ended up going out on Saturday afternoon, if only to give their bodies time to recover for the night ahead. She was glad to have made the decision, and for the support from her mum, having grown closer to Karl emotionally and physically over time she felt had improved their experience. She had seen girls that rushed into a full-on sexual relationship with guys they hardly knew, and more often than not those situations didn't work out very well, with the boys expecting sex regardless to the shortcomings in other aspects of their relationship.

Karl had never been demanding, never taking her for granted, he was always considerate in and out of bed, and the now he had proved to be just as caring trying to ensure he did his best to increase her pleasure in the ultimate act of their sexual progression. As they walked about hand in hand, she occasionally saw her reflection, is that what one of her friends called a 'shit eating grin' she certainly felt happy, content, dizzy even, and looked forwards to getting Karl back to her bedroom.

Marta kept her promise phoning Anna shortly after Karl left late on Sunday morning, she and Eve hurried round wanting a full account of Marta's activities since they had parted company on Friday afternoon. She had a rapt audience, keen to hear every detail, both of them with questions, eager to learn about sex with boys.

Later the sisters went over to the cottage to spend time with the old folks, and their little brothers for a few hours, before going home to start a meal for their parents return.

It was easy to raid the freezer, and then peel a few vegetables, as their mum had phoned to say when they expected to be back. Most of the talk round the table during their meal was about the fabulous hotel their parents had stayed in, with barely any discussion about what the younger members of the family had been doing.

Though Nana Olga hadn't said anything, she was sure she knew, Marta wasn't sure if her dad knew, her mum just said leave him to me. She would corner her mum alone at the first opportunity to thank her for making the weekend happen, and to enquire if her dad knew about the change in her relationship with Karl.

On Tuesday in another division of the city, another family was in a state of shock. A letter had arrived with payment details regarding sales of Micky's first photo-shoot, the mixed bag set that had been derived from her audition. As they sat around the table Paul read the letter for the umpteenth time, and the numbers were still the same, their little girl had earned more in one photographic session than he was paid in two months!

It didn't stop there, for that photo-set would carry on making reduced sales over some time to come, by which time she would go back into the studio to produce additional sets. Micky was pleased to learn she would be able to go riding again, maybe join in some 'real' gymnastics class, rather than just the school gymnastics team that she now practised with once a week. She was bursting to tell someone, and wanted to call Anna with the news, as she was well aware Studio businesses couldn't be discussed with anyone who wasn't involved with the Studio.

Back in Anna's household involvement with the Studio was slowing down with their annual model hunt in progress, but both sisters were taking every opportunity to join up with their respective lovers. Marta still had Tuesdays at home, but tried to visit Karl at his place straight from school on whichever days he could leave work early.

It was two weeks after the special weekend, in fact the Monday, and Ella was becoming a little concerned, as this was an unusual occurrence, she would leave it another day, and if nothing happened she would book an appointment at the clinic. Even with her daughters so grown up now, she still felt she herself was too young to be going through the change at thirty-five, perhaps it was a sign of some other problem; in which case she would be glad of the medical care they had available via their association with the Studio.

Nana Olga was picking the boys up from school, and Ella had a booking for two o'clock at the clinic, she hadn't said anything to Igor yet, as she didn't want to worry him until she had spoken with the doctor. The Gyno doctor asked all the usual questions, then it was a blood and urine sample to aid the investigation. Ella was at least pleased to see the doctor didn't seem concerned after running a few more tests, so it couldn't be anything serious.

“Well I have some news for you – you're pregnant.”

“I can't be, I changed to the pill shortly after coming to the city, and I've had no problems with them, Igor was pleased we didn't need condoms any longer. I take them religiously every day, I even instilled in Marta how that was essential for them to work, this must be some kind of mistake.”

“It's no mistake, the test results are positive, and these days lots of women who are older than thirty-five give birth all the time, and we'll take good care of you here, so no worrys. You were at mid-cycle a little over two weeks ago, so did you have any health problems around that time?”

Ella remembered back to the stomach bug during the week before their romantic weekend away, how everything seemed to go right through her at the time, the doctor confirmed that was the likely cause that her prescription failed. She had prepared herself for any one of several different outcomes, but being pregnant wasn't one of them, she had thought if you followed the instructions they were infallible, she was wrong, and she was pregnant! They sat talking for a while longer, then Ella left for home in a state of shock.

Marta noticed her mum was a bit quite when she came home, but still in high spirits due to an afternoon romp with Karl, she didn't pay much attention, however she was sure as the week progressed her mum had something on her mind. She then thought her father had been acting strangely as well, though the cause was a mystery. Only last week they had been looking at the three best contenders for the refurbishment project, wanting to make a start on the 'Girls retirement investment network syndicate' as Marta named it, wanting to find a suitable acronym – GRINS. There were three potential buildings that were viable for redevelopment, that could result in a healthy profit, but her dad's head seemed elsewhere at the moment.

Marta hadn't felt her best on Tuesday when Karl had come round as her period was due, but she felt a lot better than with her old prescription, besides she didn't want to miss out, being as keen as Karl now they were going all the way, besides having orgasms seemed to help settle her. When she got back from her Sunday afternoon waxing appointment with Galina, only her mum was in, and anxious to have a private chat.

She wasn't too surprised her mum was checking on how she faired with taking her new type of birth control pill, especially as it was now being fully used for it's intended purpose. It was when she made an important issue about informing her immediately if Marta had any bouts of diarrhoea or any vomiting that she had a light bulb moment.

“Your Pregnant! That's why you're after me to make sure I don't fall into the same trap, by being unwary of the problem.”

“It seems I can't get anything past my smart daughter, I just wanted to ensure if you had any sudden upsets you could act on it as if your oral contraceptive was inactive for the rest of that particular month.”

“So you are pregnant?”

“Well it's early days, but the tests were positive, I'm not making any announcements just yet, I'm still coming to terms with the news myself, I thought I was past all that after having you four.”

“We'll have to see if we can buy this house from the owner, rather than keep leasing it.”

“What brought on that sudden change of tack?”

“It's nice here, convenient, we have friends in the neighbourhood, so we wouldn't want to move, and we will want to build another bedroom, a nursery, and we couldn't really do that unless we owned the house.”

“Can we do that? I can't imagine the cost, but you can't go making plans like that, the first few months... well all I'm saying is the first couple of months can be difficult, which is why women don't normally tell anyone until they start to show.”

“Mum you're as healthy as you've ever been, we eat well, and you have proper medical attention, you managed to have us four okay without all those advantages. When the time comes you'll have three willing babysitters to help you as well.”

Their talk continued until the first of the family members began to return, but Ella was glad of the chat with her eldest, Marta could think things through, seeing all the angles, and this gave Ella a lift, that her daughter's attitude had been so positive. Marta had for now promised to keep the news under her hat, not even telling Anna until at least another month had passed, though Ella did say she could talk with Igor about the idea of buying the house.

Igor should have realised Marta's request to check out a problem with her bike in the garage was just a ploy, she was perfectly capable of maintaining it herself, but what she had really wanted, was to speak to him alone. His daughter had figured out somehow that Ella was pregnant, a thought that had been running round his head all week, dwarfing any other current topics.

While he had been feeling a mixture of pride and shock over the past several days, Marta had taken a lot less time to think about the practical issues, and her idea held some merit, if he could get the owner to sell the house. Being ahead of the game Marta said she would get Karl to start investigating, to check over the assets and liabilities of the current owner. Then they had talked of how to mesh two schemes over the summer, working on a house extension - if they could buy it, and the GRINS refurbishment project.

With clever scheduling they could balance out the staffing requirements between the two projects, as the IMC builders under Melenki's guidance had just completed a kitchen refit for John, Anna's photographer. They had lots of small projects lined up, because they had a reputation for quality work amongst the executive classes who could afford that type of work, but being as John was a friend, they had cut him a good deal for the job, as he was quite prepared to wait until a suitable gap had opened up in their workload.

Among the well to do in Kiev social circles, there was a certain cachet about having work done by the building company that had featured in the two best style magazines. Through that IMC connection two of the Studio set painters now had a secondary business painting Trompe l'oeil panels in the grand houses of the wealthy socialites wanting to impress their guests at dinner parties.

When one of the men showed a client the snaps he had taken of the murals on Peter and Greg's bedroom walls, a whole new craze started, as mothers tried to out-compete one another in their nurseries and children's bedrooms. As the workload piled up they called in a few more of their artistic friends to help fill the growing order book. Sometimes to aid in the illusion of a window onto a garden, they had the ladies of the Studio make up curtains to frame their artistic creations.

As Karl was following up Marta's instructions, researching the house owner, word was coming through on the Studio grape vine, concerning a bumper crop of new girls about to join the world of modelling. With the school summer holiday only two and a half weeks away it looked as if they were going to have a busy time ahead.

Who guessed Ella had a bun in the oven? (No - I won't be handing out any prizes.)

Meanwhile her daughters are both exploring their sexual horizons, each in their own way, and we also have Anna's party to look forward to.

Chapter 73

By sheer coincidence on Monday the girls in Marta's form had a health class, as all the girls did in her current school, once a term from age ten upwards. Leading the class was the school nurse, and a woman sponsored by a leading brand of feminine hygiene items. She was cynical enough to see this was a commercial plot to catch your market audience as early as possible in the hope of gaining brand loyalty.

Marta realised the pitch for each age group would be different, just theoretical stuff for their younger classes, then as they talked with older girls, more of them would be dealing with the practical issues of menstruation. Neither Marta or the two models that shared this session brought up the subject of the pill, though it was mentioned during the discussion, and she was interested to hear the questions her peers had on the subject.

One thing she was glad about, was that the type she took, both the original type, and her new ones tended to make her period stable and limited to four or five days, and only the first two were really gross. About a quarter of the girls in her form had yet to start, and by looking about at the show of hands it seemed they were the least developed and skinniest of her class mates. The biggest complaint was the unpredictability of their own bodily rhythms, with girls longing for the time their bodies would settle into a regular pattern.

As the class progressed, the former stilted uneasy atmosphere dissipated, with the girls thinking of questions that hadn't been relevant to them during last term's class.

One or two of the bolder girls even wanted to known how it would affect being with a boy, delicately phrased, but obviously meaning whether they could have sex at that time of the month.

Neither adult was phased by the turn of events, stating that provided condoms were used at all times there was no issue other than the mess, which could be dealt with by folding an old towel, and placing it on the bed, or by engaging in sexual intercourse under the shower. Marta listened with interest, as she and Karl liked playing in the bathroom, as she did get extra horny at that time she had a new surprise in store for him next month.

The topic had now taken an interesting turn, although they were meant to be discussing periods, this was inevitably linked to sex and fertility. The nurse explaining that although theoretically that you could only get pregnant during a few days mid-cycle, and how some people for reasons of religious strictures practised the 'rhythm method' of birth control, by avoiding sex for about a week when the woman was at her most fertile.

“Does anyone in the class know what we call these people?”

“Catholics Miss?”, One of the girls answered.

“You were partly right, many of them are Catholics, but most of them are called Parents!”

This was the cause of some hilarity, but the nurse went on to say how especially during the teenage years with the hormones flowing girls could get pregnant at the drop of a pair of panties almost regardless of their timing. She enforced the message of condoms being a barrier to both pregnancy and diseases, going on to list the consequences of the various perils of several of the most common STD's.

Anna and Eve had also had their own version of the same health class earlier that day, on a more basic level, and sticking to the main topic, as less than a third of the girls in their form had as yet reached menarche. Anna felt she had all the inside information from her older sister on the subject, and in her mind the most pressing current issue was organising an anniversary party in just under two weeks time.

In all she had a list of about thirty girls, mostly the younger models at her own school, and some of the girls from the other school, young Micky, also a couple of girls who lived reasonably close to the city, who might want to attend. She had thought of inviting some of her adult friends from the Studio, but it would be the last weekend prior to the schools breaking up, so they would be really busy preparing for the silly season ahead, besides it would be fun just having an all girl party.

Anna had spoken briefly to Marta about her ideas, she and Eve would begin the planning after school, and Marta would join in when she got home after her dance class. As it was not the last weekend in May, but the one before they expected most of those they invited would be free to attend, the following weekend being Kiev Day, celebrating the founding of the city, with two days of various public performances by popular actors and musicians with a finale of fireworks on the Sunday evening.

Many city families including her own, and people from the surrounding towns and suburbs would want to take part in the lively atmosphere of celebration throughout the city, though she remembered the founding day festivities of her old home town were a much more muted affair. From all she had heard in Kiev this was a major event, which was why she was hoping she could arrange to have her own little party the previous weekend.

Eve left to go home shortly before supper, and after the meal Anna got the boys settled with a favourite video so she and Marta could tackle the subject of the party with her parents. In principle they weren't against the idea, so the girls began to fill in the details, with a picnic held in the back garden, then retreating across the road to the park for fun and games. They listed out all the things they would need, and the round up of expenses which a year ago would have been totally unimaginable.

Anna had made a phone call with regard to a surprise she had in mind for the afternoon, now she would need to phone back to confirm the details, but they had a bunch of other calls to make organising other parts of the plan. By Wednesday Anna was able to hand out invites to the girls at her own school, while she phoned round all those that she wouldn't normally see in the course of her school week.

By Friday they had all the replies, there would be thirty-two girls attending, plus herself and Marta, and of course Karl, then after another few phone calls Taras got added to the list, so that Karl didn't end up having to do all the heavy lifting alone. Taras was by now aware that his girlfriend Irisha was a part time model, as were a few of her closest friends, and that it was a secret he couldn't spread around, just like other friends or family on the fringes he was lead to assume it was all simply catalogue fashion modelling.

More often than not the girls sleepover Friday's were at Anna's house, and even those odd nights they were staying at Eve's, when they stopped by for Anna to get her overnight bag they used that time to capture their latest pussy pictures. Eve was Anna's guest, as they wanted to play with some more toys from her special box, and snap the sixth set of pussy pictures. Anna had found out how to loop a series of stills, and although the progress was almost undetectable running from one to six, when the loop went from six back to one the slight change could be seen with both girls. Just flipping between one and six they could now see the slow progression of the thickening or darkening of a few of the tiny hairs.

Anna joked later she would pull them out with her teeth, but Eve knew it was in jest, and said she would give as good as she got, expecting that tongue and lips would be too busy bringing smothered squeals of joy rather than any of pain. Because they could both see and explore each others bodies more thoroughly than they could their own, they were each experts of the other's tiniest details, each little fold, their scent, the sensitive places, and of course the taste.

They had been messing about naked since having taken the latest set of photos, sitting squashed together in a single chair reviewing the results, soon after they were making their own hands-on inspections on top of the duvet, which involved a lot of tongue. Later in the bathroom they were taking turns holding their pussy's under the flow of the bath mixer when Anna joked about not washing all the flavour away. Eve said not to worry as it only took a few licks and a little rubbing to bring it back again.

As they enjoyed washing each other, hands gliding over soap slickened skin, Eve said how they should have started a photographic record of their boobs as well, to watch their slow development. Anna agreed it was a sensible idea, so after their bathroom fun they began setting about creating another set of pictures, with images taken from the front and side on against a height chart that was pinned to Anna's wall, to which they added a few vertical lines at the appropriate level to help gauge their growth in an outward direction.

As the evening progressed, between bouts of intense pleasure brought on by fingers, toys, and tongues the two girls talked of plans for both the following weekend, and the summer ahead. Anna again brought up the subject of photography, and how she and Marta had been thinking of bonus shots for the members, though they hadn't worked out the details. The idea was of a few casual shots of the models, in their normal everyday clothes, the sort of stuff they might wear going out with friends, but taking care in the pictures not to have any background details that could give away the location of where the girls lived.

Though they had been fascinated by all the items in Anna's shoe box, so far they had only played with the pocket rocket, and the vibrator you wore on your fingers to enhance your partners enjoyment. The more life-size toys had been a little intimidating, in fact the only items that had yet entered either girls pussy's had been their own slim fingers. Each girl was able to accept two digits, so they decided it was time to see if the pocket rocket was as much fun inside as out.

As they were Anna's toys, she was going to have the first go, smearing the little cylinder with some of the KY lube just to ensure there were no problems. Eve got down close to get a good view of what was happening anxious for when it was her turn to try it out.

Anna slid the pointy end down lower than where she normally used the device, between the lips of her pussy going down further till it was poised at her entrance. It felt different, she could still feel the vibrations, but not in the same way. She manoeuvred the tip about, it was seated in the right place, then she slowly pushed forwards through the entrance into her vagina. The sound of the thing changed, muted as more of it disappeared, it was a strange feeling, and she experimented changing the angle to find out what felt best.

When at last Eve got her turn, she had to agree with Anna, that although it was nice, it still worked best when applied to her clit. Anna had joked about how it should be on a leash like a tampon, so it didn't slip out of their fingers, and get stuck inside.

“Eve, can you imagine having to go to the doctors – Please doctor I've got a vibrator stuck up my pussy – Do you want me to get it out Miss? - No, I want you to change the damn batteries!”

The girls rolled about laughing, when they stopped one would make a comment about the batteries and they would be off again. By the time they were ready to settle down to sleep, there were more dead batteries in Anna's waste basket, and Eve had decided to ask Valya if she would go to the adult store on her behalf to fetch back some toys of her own.

The next morning all three girls ended up sharing the bathroom at one point, and they talked of the plans for the party the following weekend. Anna had been surprised that all of the girls she had invited, including those from out of town were able to come, then Eve said most of the girls would miss their own birthday party to attend. Anna was puzzled by the comment, until Eve said how the others would look upon it as an honour to be invited to her party with her being one of the famous Goose sisters.

Anna really had no idea that she and Marta were so well thought of by the other models, to her it was just that they spent more time at the Studio than most, not giving much thought to how some of their schemes had benefited so many of the other models. Marta was the one that came up with the smart ideas, she just helped polish them; then they set them free so the Studio could flourish. She did feel a sense of pride when one of the other girls came to thank her for a script, one of her little sketches, but then drama was her thing, she liked to write out her miniature plays in one act for their appreciative audience.

When she later reflected on it, she realised all those little bonus payments on their regular notifications from the Studio were all small percentages from the much larger payments that all the other girls earned using their scripts or set ideas.

Eve was going to be helping her dad over the coming weekend, they were doing a big stock-take at the decorating wholesalers that he ran, and Marta was out with friends today, and out somewhere with Karl on Sunday. Anna had arranged for a one on one jumps lesson, as too much time was wasted in a group lesson, and she now had enough of the basics that she could benefit from the more intense tuition. The magazine on horse-riding she subscribed to listed events coming up over the months ahead, and she hoped to compete in one of the junior gymkhanas towards the end of the summer. She did want to have some actual real rosettes to pin on her bedroom wall, rather than the fakes she had sometimes on set.

Another person up for intense tuition was Micky, so her mum Mary was glad Anna couldn't take her off riding every weekend. Some of the younger English pupils were now bringing round their course work from school in several subjects, so that Micky would be well up to speed when she moved schools next term. The academic programme was much stricter than the school she currently attended, so it helped of course that her dad was also a teacher.

When Anna arrived at the stables she cleared her mind of all other concerns, and gave her full attention to what her instructor had to say. Silver had been well trained over jumps prior to his change of owner, while the head groom was giving him some extra practice during the week to keep him on his mettle. Half way through the lesson they took a break to look at a video that had been shot of her going over the jumps, so she could see frame by frame where she needed to make improvements. The review proved very useful, and a second video was shot during the latter part of the lesson so she could take both of them home to study what she needed to work on.

When Karl came round on Tuesday he slipped Anna a disk from John, it held a copy of two of her edited sets from her last couple of banking jobs. Looking through them later she was pleased with the results, one was a wild-west theme with her dressed up in chaps, but without the trousers, and a sort of western shirt and waistcoat. She even had a gun and gun belt which her younger brothers would have loved – but they were never going to see those pictures! She did make a note of speaking to Andreas the props manager to find out where he brought them as they would make excellent birthday presents for the boys. No doubt Eve's brother Victor would also want to be a gun-slinger, so she would tell her friend in advance so they could make their purchases at the same time.

Also on Tuesday Ella had got a panicked call from Micky's mum Mary, about the Studio wanting to have Micky come in and shoot a set on Thursday after school. So far they had received five download cheques from the Studio, admittedly they had tapered off, but they had been told not to worry as there was still a strong interest, as had been indicated in the members chat forum. It was due to this clamour for a second appearance, that the Studio were keen to see Micky in the last week before the silly season started.

Mary's dilemma was due to the five pupils she had booked in for that afternoon, when she had been asked to show up with Micky to shoot this second set.

“Calm down Mary, your pupils on Thursday afternoons are all models, therefore all you need to do is call them to tell them about Micky's booking, they will understand why you need to cancel or reschedule their lessons. You'll find all the girls at one time or another will have had similar conflicts, but modelling is their current career, so other commitments have to take second place. It would be quite different if it clashed with a school exam or something else important that couldn't be moved then the Studio would sort out swapping bookings with another girl.”

Mary was reassured that it wasn't going to cause any problems with her own burgeoning new career in teaching, and the two women went on to have a long chat, with Ella saying she and her husband should come over as well on Sunday, while Micky was getting to meet a lot of other girls from the Studio. There would be a number of girls attending who were more confident in their language abilities, so they wouldn't have met through Mary's extracurricular English lessons.

The arrangements for Sunday's little party were all in place, they'd contacted the agency that had provided entertainers for their moving in party, and this time had arranged for a pair of jugglers. This was a husband and wife team who would give a performance, and then spend the rest of their time giving lessons to anyone at the party who wanted to have a go. Nana Olga would be helping out all weekend, joining in the food preparations on the Saturday, and aiding with the running of the party on Sunday.

The boys had their own treat arranged, going out all day with Gramps, for a visit to the Natural History museum as a new dinosaur exhibit was on, and a visit to a small military museum. Her dad, and Eve's dad would be on hand all day, to make sure nobody crashed their party when they moved out to play in the park in the afternoon, so now everything was in hand.

All of Thursday Micky thought her panties were going to fall down in school, as she had deliberately worn a pair with the loosest elastic. By afternoon break she'd had enough, so she went into the toilets to take them off and put them in her bag, from then till last bell it felt sort of naughty but fun, she took care nobody saw the cause of her secret little smile.

Her mum was waiting at the school gate, and together they used the Metro system to reach the Studio for her appointment. In reception area they both put on their ID badges, these they wore on cords, as Anna had suggested. The receptionist said they were a bit early for Micky's booking at the salon, so they might want to visit the canteen first if they could remember the route, Micky confidently set off to see what was on that day's menu.

Mary was glad for the chance to eat early as she'd been too nervous to eat at lunchtime, and she wasn't sure by what time they would be finished. Noting Micky's upbeat mood, made her think she'd had enough butterflies for the both of them, it was a relief to find out how much Micky was looking forwards to the shoot. They had not long sat down to eat when two girls of about eleven and thirteen came in busy chatting away followed by their mothers.

The older girl looked across, then nudged her younger friend, and the two headed over to their table.

“Hi Micky, I'm Kat, word on the girls chat zone is you did a wicked first set.”

“Hi, I'm Gina, are you here for a shoot this afternoon like us?”

Micky was curious as to how they knew her name, and was keen to talk with these other models. As soon as all the newcomers got what they wanted from the counter the seating arrangements changed, with models at one table, and mums at another. Mary talking with the other women learned how their daughters were recruited to join the Studio finding out that many of the local models knew about Anna having Micky in her sights, but for a time it was an issue of whether Micky would be interested in becoming a model.

At the girls table one of the main topics was Anna's party on Sunday, with Micky asking what normally happened at a model's anniversary celebration. Neither of the other girls were able to help, as they hadn't heard of any of the other models having a party to mark the event of their first year, or any subsequent year in the business. Micky found out Kat had been modelling for a bit over three years, and Gina had done nearly two years, so they had lots of stories about their experiences.

Micky and her mum left first, and the others said they would see them in the salon shortly. They found a style sheet waiting for them along with a bunch of staff raring to get started on Micky's transformation. Mary also found herself propelled towards a chair, where she was given a quick trim to keep her looking her best, as there was time to fit her in before the other models were due to arrive. Micky's natural curls were enhanced into tight ringlets for this photo shoot, with her hair parted, and set into two loose bunches.

While this was going on she was given a manicure, and her finger nails were then painted, she was told other details from the sheet would be dealt with when she got to the studio where she was going to be shot. This was an old joke that raised groans from the rest of the staff who were helping with Micky's makeover. Her mum was done by the time the two girls they had met earlier turned up for their primping for their own photo sessions.

When Carina came to collect them to take them to studio four, Micky said her goodbyes to the other girls, saying she would see them again on Sunday.

In the studio Carina introduced them to another new face, it was the lady who did body painting, the set had a tropical island theme, so Micky was going to have some 'native tribal tattoos' painted on prior to Carina doing the rest of her make-up. Micky quickly undressed so work could begin, the paintbrush on her tummy tickled, making it very hard to keep still, but the artwork elsewhere on her body didn't cause her to squirm quite so much.

Carina's additions were very subtle, and soon they were ready to start on the costume and accessories. A 'grass skirt' was made from differing lengths of straw coloured yarn, with armbands and leg pieces to match with another one that hung round her neck with the longest strands just shy of her tiny nipples. Her hair bunches were decorated with giant tropical flowers, and more flowers were woven into the skirt and her neck ornament.

A flimsy pair of white panties also had a floral theme, and lastly there was a bra of sorts that was basically two large flowers on a cord tied behind her back in a bow. There were lots of bracelets made with beads, but disappointingly little native girls didn't get to wear fancy shoes, as with this get-up she was to go bare foot.

John arrived wanting to know if the island natives were friendly or if his little café-au-lait munchkin, had turned into a savage cannibal. The beaming girl said she would only bite him if he was mean to her, and with that they moved over together to look at the set.

The designers theme could best be described as a tropical glade at the edge of a beach, with palm trees, verdant tropical ferns, and vines covered with bright flowers set against a clear blue sky. The sand was a yellow carpet, with grassy knolls made from the same fluffy fake grass she had seen on the other set. The props included a basket of tropical fruits, with bugs and butterflies strewn about, and there were some exotic sea shells to complete the illusion of some Hawaiian paradise.

John was serious, but only for a moment as he talked about the success of her first set, and in particular those aspects of it that had been best, and ways in which her second set could be an improvement over what had already been a great start. He'd been sure since he first clapped eyes on this girl that he had been lucky to add her to the host of girls that he already worked with, as one or two of those early stars would be moving on to their sister Studio to do work that often had a mildly sapphic theme with two or three girl sets.

To relax her John asked if she could do a hula dance, and it wasn't long until they were both laughing at her antics, that then set the tone for the whole set. John was pleased that she took so little direction on his part to produce a range of great poses, guessing that Anna may have had a guiding hand in coaching Micky. Fairly soon into the set they lost the silly bra, and before they got to their refreshment break the skirt and panties had also been dispensed with, showing a lot more skin that suited the tropical backdrop.

During the first half of the set Mary had been telling Carina about the panic caused by the timing of the set, and how it had been necessary to cancel or try to reschedule girls who were booked in for her English classes. John and Micky arrived to hear the tail end of this discussion, and he asked if her husband couldn't come along instead over the summer, as with him being a regular school teacher he would have the time available, and she could then get on with her English classes.

Mary was unsure how Paul would react to that suggestion, the casual attitude to nudity in their own home had been purely down to her influence ever since Micky had been a baby, though Paul had been reluctant in the beginning. They didn't run about naked, but they didn't wrap themselves in towels either, and Micky had bathed with both her and Paul ever since she was an infant. She could see it would be a tremendous advantage if either of them could act as her chaperone as it would allow them to be more flexible.

Back on set Micky used some of her gymnastics stretching exercises in her posing, and from John's viewpoint when this occurred, the small paper-cut cleft that had been visible in part one now blossomed open to reveal her little clit hood, and below that a hint of her inner colour. At the rear of the studio the talk was still about Paul, with Mary stating he had only made one brief visit to the Studio.

“Don't worry about that, he'll only be 'nominally' in charge anyway, Micky will show him what he needs to do, besides there are several dads who act as chaperones, and I expect you'll get some of our summer visitors wanting to stay on a bit longer if they could cram in a few English lessons to get them started while they're here in Kiev.”

Though it was an odd costume, not what she considered proper clothing, Micky liked the ticklish feeling as she moved about on set, the skirt had brushed her thighs, but now only the bit around her neck gave her nice feelings as it swayed across her chest. She peeked out from behind the foliage, and made use of the last few props, holding out some of the pretty shells to the camera as she 'innocently' sat in a wide legged pose, having been told by Anna were her audience would be looking.

She hadn't yet got a signature pose like Anna, or a few of the other models, but Anna had said it was becoming common place for girls to blow a kiss at the end of a set, so that was how she finished up when John said they were about done. Micky thanked John for taking her pictures then ran off to the back table to get her make-up removed. Micky liked her new hair style, and Carina found some scrunchies she could keep to hold it in place, but her mum insisted the nail varnish had to go along with the make-up, but the tattoos could be washed off in the bath later at home.

They left with the intention of getting some take away pizzas on their way home for supper that evening, before leaving Micky's parting plea to Carina was to have a word with the designers about maybe having some nice fancy shoes to wear with her next outfit.

Chapter 74

The Friday sleepover had been held at Eve's house after taking the seventh set of their pussy pictures, and the second set of their nascent budding chests. Eve wanted to try out the toys that Valya had delivered, and she now had a more extensive brochure showing a wider selection from the product range that was carried by the adult store.

Anna did feel a little guilty sloping off for her solo jump lesson on Saturday morning, but her mum and Nana Olga had all the catering in hand, besides she would be back in the afternoon to help get stuff ready for her guests the following day. The instructor said Anna should have a good chance of a ribbon later in the summer in one of the junior meets if she got some practice in most weeks, which spurred her on to try her hardest.

On Saturday afternoon Taras with some of the MMC lads who were not busy elsewhere delivered some benches and folding tables from the site equipment that was stored at the Squat. Melenki had now left the maintenance company where he had been working part time since the formation of the IMC building company, and now ran it full time, with Igor in the background as far as day to day operations. Work had expanded to the point they now had a small flat bed truck, and a mid size panel van which he had driven to drop off the stuff needed for the following day's activities.

Everyone in the house was up early on Sunday, and the boys were starting to have second thoughts about their day out on seeing all the party preparations, but on hearing it was going to be all girls who were Anna's school friends, got them thinking it would be more fun to go off with Gramps as per their original plan. By ten o'clock the guests started to show up, and although Anna had said she didn't expect any cards or gifts, most of girls who came felt it was bad form to arrive without some small token gift or some flowers for having been invited.

There was music laid on in the back garden, and the Twister mat was put down on the lawn, which caused a lot of amusement for both participants and watchers alike. Karl who was standing off to one side with Taras joked they would be in trouble for enjoying such a spectacle, if it hadn't been their own girlfriends who were responsible for organising the game. The entire garden was filled with young eye candy, many of whom Karl knew to a greater or lesser extent from the Studio, and also from the amount of time they socialised with Marta or Anna.

As far as Nana Olga and a few of the others who had been involved with this party were aware, some of these girls were part time fashion models, but they were reticent to talk about it to avoid jealousy from their other friends who were unaware of their little sideline. This little fiction prevented the topic from being discussed. Olga therefore looked on proudly as Anna's young friends tucked into the food they had set out, seeing they had healthy appetites, not like many of the stick thin older girls that seemed to model clothes these days that she had seen on the TV.

After eating the guests were keen to help, so the tables were soon cleared off, and the party games were set to continue across the road where the park provided more open space for their planned activities. The jugglers had turned up on time to show off their skills, and most of the girls wanted to take a turn starting with two balls, then seeing how many they could handle. The three dads present, Igor, Yuri, and the newcomer Paul were badgered to take part, then Karl and Taras were roped in as well.

Bases were set out with some road cones that had come from the Squat so the girls could play rounders, a popular schoolgirl summertime game in some parts of Europe, though not one played by adults, other than on US overseas bases where they called it baseball. Once more Karl and Taras were watching from the wings, and Karl commented on how he hadn't been all that keen on school sports, but how when they played team games their teacher would divide the teams into shirts and skins, half the lads taking off their shirts, the two lads grinned at the thought, but didn't go as far as to make any suggestions to the players.

A few girls while waiting in line to bat were still persisting with the balls or bean bags the jugglers had provided, while they continued with the coaching. At two o'clock a large truck came down the road, and those girls who knew the area were sure it must have taken a wrong turn as Anna's house had very little traffic being on a no-through road, but it pulled up beside where they were playing. The driver got out along with three girls in their late teens or early twenties, to open up a long tailgate at the back of the truck, which by now had caught everyone's attention.

At last one of the girls shouted out it was a horse box, only Marta, Eve, and young Micky had known in advance, about this surprise that Anna had arranged for her guests.

As the four horses were lead out of the large truck, Anna spoke to her friends about how to approach the animals so as not to spook them. She introduced the girls to each horse in turn finally coming to Silver, who nudged Anna expecting his usual treat. Knowing him well she had brought a bag over to the field that held a quartered apples.

Even though the stable had given her a good deal, it still wasn't cheap to arrange her little surprise, but Silver would need the experience of travelling if she were to take part in any competitions over the coming summer. One of the grooms said he hadn't bulked at being loaded, and they would see how well he behaved when getting back on board for the return trip. The other horses had been chosen as much for their gentle demeanour as well as their experience in travelling, so that Silver had calm travel companions.

The reason for the pile of stacked upturned beer crates now came to light, it was a mounting block, so the girls could easily climb onto the horses. Other than Anna, Marta, and Micky, the others had not ridden before, and Karl firmly declined the offer of a ride, as Marta sidled up to him and made soothing noises. Each girl on her turn donned a padded jacket, and found a hat that fit from the selection the stable girls had brought with them.

Anna was glad to see her idea had been so popular with her friends, Micky was telling them about how the stables did pony trekking, or other introductory events for a nice day out, but how she was thinking of taking riding lessons over the summer break.

The girls just got to ride around at a walking pace lead by one of the grooms, with a few of the more confident girls allowed to up the pace to a trot for a short distance.

When Anna rode Silver around the park at a trot, it was almost as if she could sense his disappointment that they weren't going to go faster, or take any jumps, but this wasn't the right place, as she didn't have all her protective kit on hand. It would have taken longer to get dressed up with her back brace, and all her full kit, then the other girls would have felt excluded, it was better just to have a simple introductory session where they could just meet some horses.

All the girls loved petting the big friendly curious animals, and it seemed certain the riding stables would be receiving a few new enquiries shortly. By the time the horses had been loaded to go back, Karl had another reason to be less enthusiastic about the big animals, that was the big horse apples they'd left behind. He and Taras had a shovel each to clear up, Marta reasoned as it was a public park, they should leave it in the condition they'd wish to find it.

The two lads despite their grumbles, had enjoyed their day as much as all the girls who had come along, and the three fathers who had been watching from the sidelines had no issues with any local kids wanting to gatecrash the event, as they had only used a small part of the local park, not that there were that many kids in their affluent neighbourhood. Paul was glad to have the opportunity to meet up with two other fathers who had a longer experience of having daughters involved in nude modelling. They had suffered the same sort of anxieties that he had initially felt, and had come out the other side, so it was a relief to hear their points of view.

They both had stories relating to their daughters careers, though neither of them had ever been in the position of chaperone, and had no advice on that topic, though Igor did point out his eldest daughter had unexpectedly taken on the role when his wife was unable to travel. Being a teacher he was familiar with dealing with kids on a day to day basis, and he could see what a well adjusted, confident, and happy bunch of girls the models were.

Back at the house with Nana Olga not being quite in the loop, the conversation took a different tack, with the older lady interested to hear about Mary's burgeoning career as an English teacher. With all her 'honorary grandchildren' so keen to learn the language she had picked up a few words from the boys, who were often in her care. Mary took the tone that it would be a useful skill with it's widespread use in so many European countries, and how it was used so much in international business. As Mary had spoken to Ella frequently on the phone of late, it was not an issue that on this occasion they were unable to discuss any Studio business.

Mary met Magda, Eve's mum, who literally lived just around the corner, and briefly met a number of the other parents when they had dropped off their girl's, or later when they collected them. It had been reassuring to find what a normal bunch of people they all were, living with their shared secret, and enjoying the benefits that accrued from the alternative career paths that their daughter's had taken. When Kat showed up, one of the two girls they had met on Thursday, she insisted on taking Micky under her wing, and introducing her to all the other girls while Anna was busy being the hostess.

On the Thursday Zhenya, Kat's mum, had been a mine of useful information, particularly about how important it was for the girls to maintain friendships with others outside of the Studio business in order to keep them anchored in the real world, so as not to get carried away by their own secret alter ego's. From Mary's interaction with her growing band of Studio pupils, and from girls attending the party whom she hadn't previously met, she was impressed with their confident spirit, and their general ethos to achieve academic goals.

For those unaware of the real nature of the celebration, the party was put down to an end of term bash, held a little early to avoid clashing with Kiev Day the following weekend.

To anyone who had witnessed the girls playing in the park, the jugglers there to entertain them, and the arrival of the horses, it would appear like any other birthday party for some young teen and pre-teen girls in this well heeled district. The majority of the executive families living in the neighbourhood had fewer children, who were as a consequence spoiled, but by this stage of their successful careers most of their offspring were by now older and away at University.

Anna's family spoke on occasion with the neighbours on either side, who were amicable, but they had nothing in common so they didn't socialise as such. Karl waited until he could speak to Igor alone, wanting to tell him what he had learned of the actual owners of the house that they lived in. Unfortunately the owner wasn't in hock up to his neck, like the guy on the house project from last year, but he had over the past few years brought and sold several properties, so it was possible he might not be averse to selling their house off.

Now having a keen interest in the property market, Igor had a fair idea what the house was worth, the current state of the family finances, and how the bank would be willing to offer either a long or short term mortgage, depending on how the numbers worked out. Also he had already made a tentative enquiry with the relevant local official regarding the building work permits necessary for the changes he envisaged. The man was someone he dealt with on a regular basis, and he knew how much he would need to pass under the table. The owner would be kept in the dark concerning the building permission, otherwise he would ask for a considerable increase in the price.

Having the inside information that the works would be both approved and passed, took the gamble out of the purchase deal, as others not familiar with the system could get badly stung by falling foul of official red tape. So far Marta was the only one aware of her mother's condition, but they had agreed to tell the rest of the family after Ella's two month check-up, which would be half way through June. For the present Igor was looking at two different design options for the nursery, to either build out to the side or to the back of the house, but as each house in the street was different there could be no complaints that it would impact on the style of their neighbourhood.

The following week would be the last week of the school term, and for almost everyone that would make Wednesday their last day, and there would be none of the usual after school extracurricular events. Between them the girls were arranging times when they would meet up in their own private online chat zone, and when they could meet up for real to have fun together. Though the summer holidays meant a bonanza for the models who were scattered across the country, models local to the main Studio locations would still lay down a few sets in that time frame.

The local Kiev models could also be called in at short notice to use the studio time left vacant if girls failed to show up for their bookings. Marta and Alina had talked about some of the girls they had tagged as having useful talents or hobbies that could be utilised when it came to making videos. Marta had been in contact with many of the girls to work over custom scripts, and it was quite likely she'd coach the girls on set, with her experience and good command of the language.

With an eye to upcoming events Marta was glad this would shortly add to their current Studio payments, as they would get a small bite from these extra revenues. With billing as both writer, and director, with the number of girls arriving over the summer hopefully their nest egg should grow despite what they'd shell out on the house, and the GRINS project.

The parents of several of the girls attending had signed on for the 'Girls Retirement Investment Network Syndicate' so she was keen for her dad to make a decision on which property held the best potential for the scheme. While juggling with dates and timetables in her head, Marta reflected that it was now five weeks ago she had lost her virginity, and she and Karl had taken every possible opportunity since then to practice. As this had also coincided with the time her mum got pregnant, the arrival of her new sibling would mark the nine month anniversary of her own special date.

Anna was having a great anniversary herself, the girls with further to travel had left first, then gradually the numbers diminished, some using the Metro, others collected by their parents, or calling the cab company for a ride home. Young Micky and her parents were among the last to go, leaving just Irisha and Eve helping with the the last of the clear up. Thinking about the coming holiday the two younger girls planned to have lots of additional sleepovers with all the fun that entailed, and they were keen to have more fun with Eve's cousin 13yo Romko.

Melenki showed up in the panel van then the three fathers and two boyfriends once more became beasts of burden loading the folding tables, and other kit borrowed from the Squat. Later the lads resting in the garden with long cool drinks of squash, each reflected on the other's interaction with their respective girlfriend's, coming to the unvoiced opinion that they were both in serious and committed relationships. They discussed some ideas for various excursions during the summer, subject to the girls approval, while Taras having a steady and growing income felt proud that he would be able to pay his way without being embarrassed.

The last few days of school were not very productive, even at the academic and well thought of school that the two sisters attended, for all thoughts had turned to the long summer break. Due to a farming heritage, and particularly grain crops, the school terms had been arranged to suit the traditional need for summer labour, and despite a move to more arable mechanisation this had not been changed.

For Micky's parents there were big changes, her father Paul bid farewell to his old teaching post, and her mum was overrun sorting out new schedules to accommodate pupils over the summer. They had decided as a family to spend quality time together, so Mary booked no pupils on Saturday, Sunday or Monday's, leaving Tuesday to Friday from eight-thirty through till six-thirty for her classes. This revised timetable allowed for additional pupils, and was more flexible with slots being spread over the whole day.

Via Anna, Micky had found out her newly posted second set was doing very well, and as usually occurred, had caused a smaller peak in sales of her first set, so with her advanced English skills, she hoped to star in at least one, or hopefully two videos before the summer was through. Anna had said passing her probationary period was a forgone conclusion, and with a video to her name it would ensure increasing fame and popularity.

Due to Igor's introduction to computers via Karl, he had quickly gained a reputation at the company where he worked for the level of organisation and efficiency he brought to the contracts he ran. As he did with Yuri, a little back scratching or favours here and there cut down on the backhanders that were needed in his trade. This was a lesson he passed on to Melenki when a local official started to make a fuss about the 'commercial building' they called the Squat, that was used for storage, a café, and essentially living accommodation.

They suspected the land agent they had upstaged in the deal had seen this as a form of delayed payback, but when the official was offered a nice kitchen refurbishment, much to his wife's delight, a bunch of paperwork got reclassified with a change of use notice that was suitably back dated. It also helped they had another friend in the halls of power.

The rise of the IMC company had it's own trickle down effect, many of the men who had once been destitute now had good regular work, so when some units became available in the nearby apartment blocks across the road, several men moved out. They still used the café for most of their meals, but basic accommodation had been freed up for either new recruits, or people brought in on a temporary basis over the summer.

Taras and another of his gang were not far off eighteen, and had spoken to Melenki about joining the adult workforce of IMC, leaving another of the younger lads to step up and run the MMC, which had since itself recruited more new street kids looking to improve their lot. In another case of trickle down, the sports shop that printed Marta's original batch of shirts and caps got regular orders from both the adult and junior work-teams.

The whole of the first weekend after school broke up was one of local celebration in Kiev so Anna and Marta didn't make their first appearance at the Studio till the Monday to find the place was buzzing, far busier than Anna recalled from her visits over the previous summer with all six studios with the latest kit running at over eighty percent capacity, and even the two least equipped studios found a calling at some point.

Many girls awaiting their turn in the salon had gathered to talk in the canteen, with groups of mum's gathered at separate tables, with a junior from the salon popping in to call out the next name each time a stylist became free. Last summer with her fleeting visits Anna had met few other models, since moving she had met all the local girls, even worked with some of them, but now she was meeting girls who had been just an image from the web site, and someone she spoke with occasionally in the models private chat zone.

The sisters were pleased to meet the girl that had listed her main hobby as magic, but Natalia who worked under the name of Olya, was embarrassed by her poor pronunciation when talking to the Goose sisters, until Anna said her accented diction would increase her appeal rather than diminish it. As Natalia had such a long journey, she would be staying till at least Friday to fit in two photo-shoots and the video they had been planning since first speaking to Marta on the phone.

The girl had brought two suitcases with her, the second holding her magical paraphernalia for the video, as the costume department had excelled in making an outfit that met the criteria to enable the girl to magic it away into secret compartments of her stage props.

It worked out sometimes girls didn't have a regular photographer either because they liked to work with a variety of people or frequently though scheduling issues. Natalia had never been concerned who took her picture, as long as she got her sets posted on the website.

Natalia hadn't yet seen any details of the costume she would be wearing, or about the set where her photo-shoot would take place, she only had the name of the photographer, a man called Jakiv. Anna related the story from over two months back when the Studio had held auditions, and how he had related so much better with girls of their own age, than with the two older ex-site models who had come to help with the selection process.

All the staff including their latest photographer Jakiv would be kept busy with barely the odd day or two off until the end of the school holidays, but then they'd all be off enjoying exotic holidays themselves. In his office Ivan had just finished looking through a very unusual set of images that John had just finished editing, and called out to Tanya asking if she could send the office junior in search of the Goose sisters. He didn't want to phone them in case they were in a studio working with one of the out of town models.

John had left the girls a message that he had posted the completed work over the internal network for Ivan to look at, so the summons hadn't been unexpected. Tanya greeted them asking if they wanted anything to drink, then they went in to see Ivan, who turned his monitor to display the current image of three of the site's models entangled on a Twister mat in the girl's back garden.

All during Anna's party various people had been handed the camera to record the event. John had then painstakingly cropped and edited the final results to eliminate any details from the background that would give a clue as to the location. The horse riding pictures were cropped to remove the stable girls, and anyone other than the site models who had attended. The girls in their light bright summer clothes could be seen having fun laughing, and taking part in the juggling and games.

Marta's latest gem of an idea was to put up a teaser on the site of this bonus set, with a free download for their top members, and at a modest charge to any other members who wanted to see a bunch of their favourite girls having fun, but for once with their clothes on. The girls at the party thought it would be fun, and it didn't hurt to have a little extra publicity that might encourage members to look at their individual work that they may have overlooked in the past.

It was out of keeping with general tone of all their regular studio output, but then so were English speaking videos. Marta thought it would make a nice occasional diversion for their members, who probably liked to look at pretty girls in their local parks and think of them as they saw girls in the website's regular picture sets, this time it would be in reverse. They would get to see their favourite naked models in their everyday clothing.

Later that week members above a certain standing got a notification at login about a free bonus set, with download details, a week later, after it was all over the members forum, it was added to the new releases page for a nominal sum that proved exceedingly popular.

On Wednesday two website models had plans of their own. Eve's mum and brother were off to see his cousins for the day, but apparently 13 year old Romko would be out all day with friends. Neither set of parents realised Romko would in fact be crossing the city in the opposite direction to his aunt, and that would ensure he wouldn't miss seeing his 11 year old cousin Eve or her friend Anna. He had been nervous and excited when he had got the call, relieved his mum was in the kitchen unable to listen in when he heard of Eve's plan.

On the walk from the Metro station his mood oscillated between confident and nervous, as Eve always had him on the back foot and Anna was just as bad, but he kept remembering back to that afternoon round at Anna's house. His cock had actually been sore and his balls ached from the intense experience, one he'd since kept quite about, almost making some smart reply listening to his schoolmates, now even more convinced all their stories were bullshit.

As he walked up to the front door he could feel the sweat at his armpits, his antiperspirant giving in to his nerves, and it was not yet nine o'clock. He was swiftly pulled inside, the two girls looking even better than he remembered, managing not to trip over his tongue, he exchanged the normal pleasantries, then held forward the chocolates he had bought them.

Eve and Anna looked at one another. “See Anna I said he could be trained.” “Yes, but he hasn't kissed us properly yet.” The girls were having fun.

He liked this greeting even more, kissing one then the other, putting his arms around them, wondering if he should put his hands lower, or whether he would get knocked back. In each case they pushed against him checking out to see if he was hard. How could he not be with the way they kissed him?

They fired lots of questions at him, wanting to know what he had been doing, who he was going to see over the holidays, and if he had practised kissing any other girls. All Romko wanted was be in the bedroom and get naked, and hopefully this time see the girls fully naked. He was desperate to see his first pussy, but these two were bound to lay down the law, about what they would or wouldn't allow. While they had cokes in the kitchen, Romko was careful to take small sips he didn't want it shooting out of his nose again if they laid another surprise on him.

They had their fun, talking about the various ways they could spend the day, like going out shopping or to the park, just winding him up, not letting on they were just as keen to head for Eve's bedroom. They'd chosen to wear button up blouses with their short skirts, and each had on a matching bra and panty set, thought the bras were more decorative than functional with their shallow firm cones barely reaching a double A rating.

After a little fooling around Eve said he could take her blouse off, having a pretty good idea of what would happen. Tutting she had him stop as she refastened the buttons.

“Romko you really have a lot to learn, your not changing the shirt on a tailors dummy, or in some speed competition, you're undressing a girl. Start again slowly, kissing, button, kiss some more, button, nibble neck and ears, and so on, nice and slowly.”

After Eve he did the same with Anna, then found Eve's blouse back in place, while they made him go around again saying he needed the practice. The bras did look kind of sexy, but they hadn't been wearing any last time, and it was an item outside of his experience, whereas a blouse was just a girl's shirt. The girls in just their bras and skirts started in on Romko, sliding their hands up under his tee shirt to touch his skin, surprising him how nice it felt, and they hadn't even got to the good bits yet, but he was sure it was on the cards.

His dick strained against his Y-fronts as the girls proceeded to undress him between them, his top then running their hands over the front of his jeans teasing him some more. Soon they were kneeling down working on his jeans. He helped by stepping out and kicking them away looking down at the two faces so close staring at the outline in his underwear, his mates would never believe this even if he could tell them.

The girls joked he had been slow to follow simple instructions because the blood-flow to his brain had been diverted to his dick instead, though he felt a lot better as Anna asked if it had grown during the several weeks since she'd last seen him.

The girls had decided to get him off fairly soon in the hope he would then be able to concentrate on his lessons, curious as to whether they could train a boy between them.

Aware of how much cum he could spurt out, and how he leaked pre-cum all the time when he was excited they were well prepared with some old towels from the bottom of the linen cupboard, and a roll of kitchen paper. Wishing to avoid the risk of any stains on their new skirts, they had Romko help by taking them off, which again showed his level of ignorance about girls clothing, but from the growing wet patch on his own underwear it had been a sensible precaution to take.

It didn't matter which way he turned as both girls looked cute and sexy despite their age, and they were now only in their bras and panties which he desperately hoped would be coming off. Neither of them had that much up top, but they'd let him touch and kiss their lovely cute tits the last time, and he really wanted to repeat that experience and more. They must be experienced as one held his dick against his body as the other pulled the waist band out so as not to catch on his knob as they undressed him, feeling daft in just his sock he added those to his pile of clothing.

Eve said they wanted to relieve the pressure for him then they were going to talk, he liked the idea of first part, but was unsure what to think about the second. All higher thoughts came to a halt as he looked down to watch the cause of the amazing feelings coming from his groin, two tongues running from the base to the head of his dick at the same time.

The sight of them both licking him at once, and the feelings were awesome, they didn't even seem to care that sometimes their tongues met as they ran all over his dick. He was on overload, then as he thought he would die, they sort of tried to kiss with his dick stuck between their open lips and active squirming tongues. He nearly fell over as the cum surged out, spurt after spurt till he was left feeling weak and dizzy.

Through their lips clamped either side of his cock they could feel each pulse, as his stuff shot out to land on the towel laid down on the carpet, as it became splattered with the boy juice from end to end. They had him sit on the bed that had also been protected with an old bed spread, Eve could launder all this stuff next time her mum took Victor out.

Romko had to sit down to recover, then they asked him if he wanted to be the local stud where he lived, having the girls queue up asking him out on dates. As if that were ever going to happen, but the girls seemed confident it would, and neither of them seemed to lack self-confidence. Of course he agreed to go along with anything they wanted, to be in his current position naked with two pretty girls in their underwear he was inclined to agree with anything they wanted if it continued his chances of making some more progress.

He was told to look, learn and listen, unfastening bras, when you couldn't see those tricky clasps wasn't easy, but he got to practice with both girls, seeing their cute budding tits before they put them away again, but soon he got the hang of it. Despite the small size of their tits, he loved touching them and playing with their nipples, drawn in to kiss and lick them with the encouragement and advice from both girls.

The girl smell in the room was getting stronger, it seemed to bypass his nose, just going straight to his brain to mess with his head, his dick stiff as an iron bar. When they asked if he wanted to see their pussys, he thought that was a damn fool question, what guy in his right mind wouldn't want to see them. Of course getting them out of their panties was bound to come with conditions, as he should have realised with these two. They were only coming off if he was willing to learn about eating pussy!

The girlish odour was fascinating, going straight to his dick, but did he want to lick where they peed from? He really wanted to get his dick in there, but that still seemed a long way off. This would mean he would get to see his first ever real live pussys, and the girls were adamant that they expected a good lover to have a skilled tongue, even more so than his other bedroom skills. Though they didn't spell it out, he got the distinct impression from what they said that they each had partners with 'amazing oral skills' as they phrased it.

It was also pointed out if he could perform well with his tongue, it would give him the confidence to approach girls, and if he pleased them his reputation would be assured, and from oral it would be a short step to getting his dick wet. If eating pussy was a sure fire stage on the route to getting laid he would give it his best shot.

A look passed between the two girls, and Eve went first, as they had worked out for this stage one at a time would be best. Laying down on the bed, Romko on one side Anna on the other Eve lifted her bum and pushed the wispy cotton panties down slowly teasing the boy as her slit was gradually revealed.

He watched hardly breathing as her thumbs slipped under the fabric, creating a gap from hip to hip, but not yet providing a glimpse of what he longed to see, as the curtain was drawn down in a movement that seemed to take forever. From his close vantage point he could see the smooth mound above her pussy dusted with a few fine hairs, his only prior experience being the hairy or stubble rashed pussys of women in the odd dirty magazine that had passed among his friends.

As the whole area came into view, the lips of her pussy flexed showing the reddish pink interior as she kicked off the panties. Seen from this close, rather than a badly printed photo it looked more complicated than just a hole you stuck your dick in. As Eve moved her hands down for a show and tell, Anna pointed out the various parts, and how a guy was meant to go about giving a girl pleasure, and how it wasn't a race if he were to do it properly.

Laying on his stomach between her legs his dick leaked onto the bed cover, as he had an even better close-up of Eve's private parts. It felt odd the way he was drawn to this strange new smell, and he took tentative licks around the area starting on her thighs and working in closer moving to spiral inwards as Anna gave him instructions. He hadn't yet tasted anything bad, it wasn't that different from licking the skin of her tits, other than the ever present girl odour coming from her pussy.

At last licking along the outer edges he caught a taste, he didn't have the vocabulary, or the experience to put it into words, it wasn't unpleasant like he was expecting, but it wasn't a flavoured milkshake either. He decided it must be an acquired taste like beer or maybe cabbage, but he could hear Eve encouraging him, so he ploughed on. Her growing praise, along with Anna's tips kept him doggedly at his task, really beginning to enjoy the responses he was getting from his younger cousin.

Licking up to her clit, the bit he was shown that was hiding under the hooded part at the top of her pussy, he caught what he assumed was a hint of pee, as he'd also been shown that little outlet on his grand tour. With Eve's hands grasping his hair, and from her vocal encouragement he manned up and followed Anna's advice concentrating more now on the fleshy cover where her clit was concealed.

The tightening of her fingers in his hair, the shaking of her body and her calling out his name were all signals even he couldn't miss. Anna told him to back off, and just lick the surrounding area, and she even told him he had done quite well for a first effort.

Eve was very satisfied, obviously he wasn't as good as Anna, but he was only a guy, and it was his first time, but she couldn't imagine a girl complaining that he hadn't tried his best.

The way both girls were kissing on him, and from what they said Romko was feeling very pleased with himself. Eve said she would get him off now, then he could see Anna's pussy if he would do the same for her. If licking on a girl could make her this happy, and willing to satisfy his needs in some way, he was definitely up for some more pussy eating!

Chapter 75

His dick was wet with pre-cum from where he had laid down eating Eve's pussy. The way both girls praised what he had done, made his head swell with pride as he stood at the edge of the bed with Eve slowly jacking his dick, sitting there smiling up at him. Both girls said he needed to learn patience, and not to shoot off too quickly, in preparation for when he found a girlfriend willing to go all the way.

All the talk and the images they were putting in his mind were too much, as Eve said she wanted him to spray his load over her tits to help them grow. Eve of course knew that was a load of rubbish, but she could see how much it excited her older cousin, and soon his second offering of the day splattered over her budding chest, some going up over her chin.

Eve played for awhile with the sticky strings of cum, then Anna surreptitiously winking at her joined in, rubbing the gooey mess all over her skin. They were keen to note Romko's reaction, as his wilting cock gave a sudden lurch at the erotic image before him.

“Eve, do you think Romko's forgotten about my pussy? Maybe he doesn't want to play any more.” Said Anna as her fingers spread out the last of the boy's tribute over Eve's chest.

“Oh no, I really want to do it with you too Anna, honest I do, I want to make you cum as well. I'm sure you're both right about how a guy should learn to please his girlfriend, and I really want to learn.”

Anna was sure what he actually wanted was to see his second ever pussy, and if eating pussy was the only route to his eventual goal he would do as he was told. She lay on the bed saying they would do it differently this time, he could pull her panties down, but he had to do it slower than Eve did, and he couldn't use his hands. They noted the brief look of consternation, then the dawning realisation of how he was to accomplish the task.

He should have known it wasn't going to be straight forward, but as Anna lay there on the bed he thought of the prize, and how pleased Eve had been when he did a good job. How many of his mates had really got to make out with one girl let alone two hot good looking girls, even if they were two years younger than him. He wanted to do this again – often, so he started off at the foot of the bed kissing his way up her legs, cause girls liked soppy stuff like that, and they hadn't told him to start that far off, so he might score some points with Anna for showing some imagination.

As he worked his way up, her legs spread to accommodate his body, and could see the large wet stain on her panties as he got closer. He just wanted to dive in, but kept having to focus on what he was doing. The insides of her thighs were firm smooth and soft, as he raised one of her legs to nibble on the skin with hints from Eve as to what he should do. Now he was up close he wasn't supposed to use his hands to get her undies off as he nuzzled in, reminding him of that great time playing Twister.

He discovered that not using his hands prolonged the game, and he was enjoying it rather than becoming frustrated as he thought he would. He ran his tongue around the fancy edges of her panties slipping it under the powder blue fabric printed with little bunches of flowers. He couldn't smell the flowers, what he could smell, and what totally dominated his senses was the smell of a hot wet excited girl. He nibbled at her skin, and took the material in his teeth, slowly drawing the top edge down bit by bit, then he moved lower and thought to try something else.

He licked on her thighs either side of the panties getting a favourable response, then moved in trying to suck on her pussy right through the panties. Her hands clamping down on his head holding him in place was a good clue he had done something right, she also made some cute noises. Doing stuff like this to make a girl happy was good fun.

As her hips came up off the bed he bit into the thicker panel of cloth, gently tugging it downwards, then moving to the narrow sides of the panties to pull there as well.

Now he had his first proper view of Anna's snatch, but the panties still trapped around her thighs were keeping her legs too close together. Like a dog with a pull toy his head shook from side to side as he backed up, the prize gripped firmly in his teeth till she shuffled one leg, and a foot came free leaving the garment draped around one ankle.

He sprang back up the bed to fill the space between her spread legs, putting into practice what he had learned between his cousins thighs, no longer wary of whether he would find it funky or disgusting. It was still new, and a little different from Eve, though he was sure given time it would become his favourite snack. He'd noted although the girls would lick, and on occasion suck on his dick, they hadn't swallowed any of his spunk, but they were happy enough to play with his dick and make him cum, so he couldn't argue with that.

Eve looked on thinking perhaps she should have gone second, as Romko was beginning to catch on, getting less nervous and more eager with each lesson, even bold enough to try things without being told. Still she had the satisfaction of knowing hers was the first pussy he ever saw, and the first one he ate. She wasn't jealous of Anna, for she was happy to share this new aspect of their growing up with her best friend.

Anna was enjoying herself, it was true that boys could be taught new tricks, having made Eve cum on his tongue seemed to give him a lot more confidence in his own abilities, and he didn't need that many hints or reminders to be more gentle.

Romko thought of the two, Anna was wetter, making more of the girl juice that was leaking from her pussy, and it seemed to increase as she got more excited. They had both explained how he needed to back off from a girls clit when she came, it got over-sensitive just like the head of his dick after he shot off. That sort of stuff hadn't come from a book, and they didn't teach you that in school, so they really must have lots of experience with guys to know that sort of shit.

The way their whole pussy area and lips were so soft and pliable made him think he would suffocate if either of the girls held him too tightly in place. At the moment he was simply pleased to hear the encouraging sounds when Anna's thighs weren't pressed against his ears. Some time later as his jaw and tongue were starting to tire, he was glad to pick up similar signals from Anna that she was about to orgasm.

Having bought both girls to climax he was feeling like some kind of superhero, although he couldn't imagine wearing a cape with 'sex-god' or any other sort of logo, and somehow getting away with it. Just the image in his own mind made him feel ten centimetres taller, as he began to think about some of the girls in his neighbourhood who would appreciate his new talents, and would want to thank him in the best way possible. Laying with his head resting on Anna's thigh breathing in her special girly smell he wondered where he could buy some condoms – just in case!

All three rested a bit longer as the girls gave him more hints on the art of eating pussy. Romko thought he had it down pat, but both girls assured him although he had done well it took lots of practice to become an expert. He wanted to mention it was his turn for some action, but didn't want to come across as if he were whining, and held his tongue. Fortunately the girls suggested some sodas, and Eve put on her dressing gown for a trip to the kitchen, bring back some cool refreshing drinks.

Romko nearly snorted the drink himself with the fleeting thought of which type of drink might go best with pussy. Anna did keep up her end of the bargain, as she slowly stroked his dick, and licked round the head as if it were an ice-cream melting in the summer heat. She must really know what she was doing to him as she smiled up at him from her place beside his dick. He nearly lost it at her next statement, and had to take deep breaths to calm himself down.

“I'm going to suck on your cock, but you mustn't cum in my mouth or I'll bite you, I only do that for my boyfriends. You must warn me if you're getting close, do you understand?”

For the next few minutes Anna experimented with the older boy's cock, when he warned her he was getting close she would take it out, and discuss school-work, then checking it was safe would start up again. She reminded him he would get bitten if he forgot to warn her, when she thought he had been teased enough she finished him off with her hand.

Romko thought he would die from the pleasure of having Anna suck him off, but not being able to cum in her mouth was a combination joy and terror at the thought of being bitten, as she had used a little pressure from her teeth to remind him. When at last he splattered cum on her small tits he was surprised at the amount he was able to provide seeing as it was his third cum that morning.

They had a long break for lunch, but even that was a strange sort of torture as he had to help each girl get dressed again first. Who would have thought he would be helping a girl into her panties, but he made sure to pull them right up so each girl had a camel toe to remind him of what lay beneath. The girls made jokes at his expense as to how he needed to keep his strength up for the activities ahead, but at least that meant there was a good chance for some more naked fun later.

Unfortunately the fun was delayed as the girls began a run down on his wardrobe, and insisting he needed to get a hair cut, as in cut it a lot shorter, and made him write down on a sheet of paper their fashion tips for what to wear over the summer break. They even showed him some pictures from their foreign magazines of the styles they were talking about. He was more interested in the hot girls in those same photos until Anna pointed out it would be him with hot girlfriends like that if he brushed up on his appearance.

The girls assured him all this was necessary so that girls would take more notice of him, or all they had taught him would be going to waste. They also laid out a schedule for when he picked up his first girlfriend, so as not to move too fast, and how he should listen out for the word 'No', or any signals that said no. What they were saying was that girls might be testing him to see if he could be trusted, and if he backed off when they told him to, they might be willing to go further on their next date.

They took turns having a practice 'make out' session on the lounge sofa as if he was on a date, then showed him the stuff they had talked about, he enjoyed it, but it was slow and frustrating after what they had been up to that morning. Eventually they decided he had learned those lessons well enough and went back upstairs.

He liked the next bit a lot cause he got to undress them both, even if it was another of their play acting scenes. This time he had to pretend it was a girl he had been going out with for some time, but this was the first time they were alone with the chance to get naked. Anna went first this time, as he slowly got her out of her clothes practising the stuff they had showed him earlier.

Not wanting them to reset the game, and keep getting re-dressed, he took his time, and did that stuff like making compliments, and doing all the kissing stuff, which was in fact quite good fun. Best of all when he got her naked she stayed that way while he turned to Eve for her round. He tried his best to please his cousin the way he had her friend, he was even getting those pesky bras undone with more ease now he had practised so many times. It was also great that both girls would let him touch them anywhere, rubbing their pussys or get a feel of their gorgeous backsides.

The girls sat on the bed and told him he had to do a striptease, he was all for getting his kit off with two naked girls, but he felt foolish doing a striptease. He knew which side his bread was buttered, and arguing with these two would likely get him sent home for an early bath, so he did as he was told. It did feel odd to get undressed this way, and for a moment he wondered how professional strippers felt looking out at their audience.

He took a bow when they gave him a round of applause, but then they moved to the corner of the room and began whispering. At this point he wasn't fearful, but he was tense, what could they be cooking up, would they change their minds and go all the way? Both of them had been insistent there were set limits on what they would or wouldn't do, and he got the plain message hell would freeze over before he got his dick inside either girl, well inside their pussys anyway.

They spent a long time on their discussion but he was obviously none the wiser when they turned to face him. Eve and Anna were very pleased with how the day had gone so far, it had been really useful in their quest to learn about guys. Having their own tame guinea-pig was most instructive, lending a practical aspect to what they had learned from Marta.

The girls closed in on the unsuspecting boy, taking turns to fondle his cock and balls, before getting him to lie down on the bed, with Eve finding a small cushion to go under his head. Anna climbed up and sat on his thighs, and started to play with the engorged and reddened cock, which captured Romko's attention, until Eve blocked his view by straddling his chest and shuffling forwards, making it plain his next meal was more pussy.

Romko was drowning in girl, his arms and shoulders were now free, so he started on Eve's great little bubble butt, then moved up her sides and forward to tweak her nipples, though that did get uncomfortable, so he moved back to play with her bum and thighs. In this position she wriggled about a lot making sure he licked her just where she wanted, and there was so much juice his whole face was getting wet.

He kept loosing focus with Anna playing with his dick, and Eve gave him reminders as to what he was supposed to be doing. Suddenly things changed he felt Anna shuffle up his body – then he felt it on his dick the heat the wetness it was indescribable as she began to move....

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What an unfortunate place to break my best Quill. I'll just write this footnote with an old spare one, until I sharpen another.

Shorter and more intense than normal but despite personal issues going on in real life I am taking the time out in fantasy land to escape. Several stories have been taking turns on the easel under the garret window, not as much scratching out as usual so maybe I'm getting the hang of this writing malarkey.

I'm impressed one reader was aware that geese provide the best writing Quills, of the five outer wing feathers, the 2nd and 3rd plucked from a live bird (Left wing for right handed scribes) make the most excellent writing tools.

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In the real world at this particular point the website to which I'd posted closed down!!!!

Aspects of my own 'real life' situation pushed my hobby onto the back burner, and then I was unable to find anywhere suitable to post until the start of 2020.

That web-master wasn't keen to post Anna's story, but posted a few others, many former readers saw my name and enquired if they might ever see the outcome of this story........?

Chapter 75 ended with about the best cliff-hanger I've ever written, though it hadn't been my original intention to have readers wait several years for a resolution.

After an unfortunate and unforeseen seven year hiatus the tale at last continues.....

Need I say it, but don't miss the next as yet unseen instalment. While editing this tranche of five chapters I reflected on some recent reader comments as to what I may or may not have told them about the story. Right at the beginning I did mention this was inspired by a real event, a raid of dubious legality on a real studio. I also said it was in 86 chapters, ops! I got that bit wrong it's 81 plus an Epilogue.