Roxie's Realizations 11-12

by Paperback Writer

This is a work of fiction, fantasy, and imagination. Nothing here is real, except for my love of strong women. :-)

Chapter 11

Due to their mutual interest in the twins, Janice and Roxanne had now become fast friends. Every Monday when Roxie was supposed to be tutoring Olly, Janice would come and pick up her little Aphrodite for a quick tryst at her friend's motel. There were a few close calls, like the time Katerina arrived to pick up Olivia 5 minutes early. Fortunately, Janice had seen Katerina's car pulling in the driveway and managed to sneak her in the back door as Roxie answered the front.

One day, both women received engraved invitations in their school mail boxes:

"You are cordially invited to a be my guests at a Russian Girls Night Out this coming Saturday night, featuring drinks at The Steppes Lounge, followed by a four course gourmet meal at The Balalaika Inn. Dress will be formal."

"This is women only; men are not allowed, unless they have pectorals like Vladimir Putin."

"Твоё здоровье! За любовь! За женщин! (To your health! To women! To love!)"

"With warmest regards, Tzarina Katerina Naryshkin"

"RSVP – a car will pick you up between 8 and 8:15pm."

"Note: The Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists in London reports there is no evidence of harm to a fetus if women drink less than 125 ml of alcohol a week, so one or two vodkas is allowed, Mrs. Garrett!"

They looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Janice finally spoke: "Well, well. Looks like we're goin' out to a fancy supper, darling!"

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Saturday night, the limo pulled up in front of the Steppes Lounge, and two stunning women didn't so much exit as glided out. You could almost hear men's vertebrae crack as they whipped their heads around at the sight of the two gorgeous Amazons.

Katerina led the way, wearing a stunning belted green satin strapless cocktail dress with a very low neckline that displayed her ample cleavage. The green accented her pageboy-cut strawberry blonde hair, the same shade as Anna's. On her feet were ultra-high heels lifting her to an eye-popping 6'5".

Janice, also in full make up and glamour mode, followed. Her salt-and-pepper hair was down and softly curled, and she was wearing an open-backed black strapless dress with a plunging neckline and high hemline that showed off her delectable breasts as well as her luscious and well-defined legs. On her feet were matching black ultra-high heeled platform pumps, elevating her normally 5'7" frame to a full 6'2".

Not so gracefully, the now 8-months pregnant Roxanne scooted her bulging pregnant body out of the limo. Wobbling to stand upright, once erect she did look hot, decked out in a sexy dark blue long-sleeved clingy scalloped lace dress that accentuated the curves of her baby bump. (As she was leaving that evening, she almost didn't make it out of the house when Carl got a look at her. She felt fortunate to escape with only her lipstick smeared.) At 5'3" in her flats, the other two women towered over her as they linked arms with her on either side. "I feel like a preggy lady sandwich," she remarked as she gazed and inwardly drooled at her two stunning companions.

Inside, the maître d led them directly to a small private room in the back, as every male head in the place turned to watch the statuesque beauties pass by. Almost instantly, an elderly waiter appeared and set small glass of vodka in front of the three women, then vanished.

Katerina began with a toast. "Ladies, welcome to my party. This party is to honor you. You two have been so good to my children. They are doing so much better since you have become involved with them, especially my darling Olivia, who I was quite worried about. She has almost become a brand new person in the last few weeks. I feel I owe it all to you two. I cannot tell you how much this means to me. So ladies, here's to your health! To women! And to love!" Having said that, they all knocked back their vodkas. The elderly waiter

Several toasts later, following naughty Russian stories which kept getting bawdier by the minute, Katerina announced, "I am primarily a solitary person - I do not have many friends, but I have come to consider you two women my closest friends. Yet while I know much about both of you, you know nothing about me. This is an omission on my part. Tonight, I beg your forgiveness. Allow me to explain myself."

"As you can see, I am strong woman. My parents in Chechnya named me after Catherine the Great, the Russian empress. Like her, I have strong desires. My husband, Peter, he is not as strong as me. But he is brilliant man, good companion, and because he was gymnast, he has great coordination, and extreme amounts of flexibility. If you don't believe me, feel free to sleep with him yourself! He can fuck for hours in any position."

They all laughed hysterically at that remark. Because of her baby, Roxie had only two vodkas before switching to mineral water, so she was somewhat tipsy, but her sexy companions were well on their way to being thoroughly drunk.

The stunning Russian continued, "I tell you true, my friends. The thing about having sex with me, I make Peter earn it. I will allow him to fuck me, but only if I can fuck him too, using a strap-on! This is why he only fucks me if he is really horny, because he knows he will have to reciprocate!" She began to laugh loudly again, while Janice and Roxie looked at each other in shock; then they threw back their heads and laughed hysterically as well.

"I did not love him when we married, you know. In between sports training, we both worked on our degrees in biological science and genetics. We even participated in the 1988 games, but we were older and no longer in our prime so did not win any medals. However, Peter and I used to keep company quite a bit, due to our shared interest in genetics. The Party thought we were the ideal Soviet couple - Olympic athletes who worked together in the field of genetics, and it would be a very good idea for us to get married."

"In those days, it was always wise to take the Party's suggestions. Even though we were only friends and not in love, we were officially married the day we were awarded our PhDs. They even wrote about us in Pravda. After the Communist Party collapsed in 1991, we emigrated to US the next year. So here we are. Now come my lovely friends, let us have dinner."

They made their way to The Balalaika Inn next door, and once again were ushered into a private booth in the back. The meal was incredible, but as they dined and the vodka kept flowing Roxie noticed that Katerina kept moving closer to Janice, and every now and then would whisper in her ear or give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

At one point, Janice turned her head so that Katerina's kiss landed on her lips. Katerina did not immediately pull away, but when she finally did, she smiled and wagged her finger at Janice as if she was being naughty.

Katerina lowered her voice in a drunken whisper. "Ladies, I have another secret to share, but you must tell no one." She wagged her finger drunkenly. "Absolutely no one. As my dearest friends, you must promise me." Janice and Roxie both swore a drunken vow of silence. Katerina continued, unintentionally whispering even louder, "I suspect one or both of my daughters may be sexually active."

Upon hearing this, Roxie, sipping on her mineral water, suddenly spit a mouthful on the table, but Katerina did not notice. Janice, meanwhile, as drunk as she was, attempted to sit up straight and sober up very quickly.

"I discovered this the other night! Peter and I were fucking, and after he finished, I reached into the nightstand for my strap-on to fuck him. It was there, but the belt was adjusted much too small for my waist! I realized that it must have been one of the girls who had been wearing it! I was so thrilled; I didn't even finish fucking Peter. I'd been wondering how long it would take for my girls to begin exploring." Looking at the shock on their faces, she asked "But why do you react so? This is exciting news, not such a horrible thing."

Roxie took another sip of her mineral water, trying to regain her ability to speak. "It's, ah, just surprising, right Janice? Girls their age don't typically engage in that sort of behavior," she said innocently. "Right, Jan?" She kicked Jan's leg under the table. Jan, still stunned, could only nod her agreement, trying to sober up but given the amount of vodka she had consumed, was not being very successful at it.

"You Americans are so, how you say it, repressed when it comes to sex. Sex is a beautiful and purely natural function, and should not be restrained or dictated merely by age. It should not be forced upon anyone at any age, of course, but if a young girl is interested, they should be allowed to learn. My first swimming coach, Comrade Oksana Petrovich, took me into her bed when I was only nine! Like my girls, I was very tall at young age, well over 1.5 meters, but I was emotionally still just an innocent and curious girl." She took another drink of vodka, and then continued.

"It had been a very long day in the cold water with the pool heater not working as usual. I was particularly chilled that day, so cold I started to cry. Comrade Petrovich took me to her private coach's quarters to warm me up. She gave me a big mug of hot chocolate with some vodka in it, then stripped me naked and laid me on her bed under a big pile of warm blankets. She checked on me a few minutes later, but I was still shivering. I innocently asked her to climb under the blankets with me. She started to, but I told her she had to be naked too because her clothes would be cold. She undressed, and then got under the covers and took me in her arms." Jan closed her eyes, and shivered with delight, reminded of her first time with Olivia.

"I had such a crush on her. She was so pretty and kind, I could not help myself. I blurted out my feelings to her, and asked if she could kiss me. She did, and then I kissed her, and then her hands began to rub me all over, first my arms, then all up and down my long legs, and then finally my hairless pussy lips. I felt I was going to heaven; as I began to kiss her breasts, her fingers got me all the way there." Hearing the story, both Roxie and Janice sat with their faces flushed. Trying hard to maintain a stoic face, Roxie casually slipped her hand under her dress and felt her panties. As she suspected, they were damp from her now-excited pussy.

"Comrade Petrovich was an excellent lover, and I learned and mastered many ways to pleasure a woman. She was also an inspirational coach, and my swimming abilities excelled under her love and tutelage. It was the happiest 14 months of my young life. Alas, it was my undoing, for my swimming improved so much that the Sports Committee reassigned me to a more advanced training unit. The trainer was Anton Zamatev, a harsh and cruel man. I hated every moment with him, and I was heartbroken for many months because my lover Oksana was lost to me. I never saw her again, but still have fond memories of her, and sometimes think of her when I am, what is the phrase, 'getting myself off.'"

Knocking back another vodka, Katerina announced, "Ah, but the hour is late! Let us have one last toast, and then I will return you to your homes. My dear friends, thank you for the pleasure of your company this evening, it has been most enjoyable to get to become better acquainted." The waiter quickly refilled their glasses, and they were once again raised. "To your health! To love! And to women!"

Chapter 12

In the limo on the way home, Roxanne sat between Janice on her right and Katerina on her left, both of whom were quite drunk. She made the mistake of saying, "I can't wait to get home so I can express some milk. My boobs are full, and they're killing me."

The two drunken women looked at each other, and through some kind of telepathy agreed on their course of action. Giggling hysterically, they reached into the top of Roxie's dress in unison, and in one swift motion they pulled it down, exposing her breasts and huge nipples dripping with milk overflow.

They each swooped down on an engorged nipple and began to suck. Roxie shrieked with laughter, but it soon stopped when she felt two hands, one from each woman, go up her skirt and pull her panties down to her ankles. She lay her head back and closed her eyes as the panties were pulled completely off, and she felt fingers entering her vagina, and other fingers manipulating her clit and massaging her anus. It was like being a marionette with two people pulling her strings, and she began to moan with pleasure. The mouth on her right tit was replaced by a gently squeezing hand as her moans were cut off by warm, soft lips placed over hers, and a tongue invading her mouth.

She heard Katerina say, "I can't tell you how long I've wanted to taste this little flower," and the mouth on her left breast was removed as the kiss ended and was replaced by another set of warm lips and a tongue on her mouth as fingers now tugged on the sensitive nipple.

Then she heard Janice's voice answer drunkenly, "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to rape her in the faculty lounge. She is such a fucking hot little piece of ass, looks young enough to be a student." The fingering activity between her legs gently increased in intensity as the sucking on her right nipple resumed, sending more thrills straight to her pleasure center of her slightly-drunk brain.

She felt her legs being lifted, and beneath her dress a tongue was now licking her labia and clit with abandon. She thrust her hips to press against the face, and groaned loudly beneath the mouth of whoever was kissing her as an orgasm began to build within her. She came suddenly and hard, arching her back until it passed.

Her eyes still closed in ecstasy, she was then laid on her side and had her leg lifted to expose her shiny wet pussy even more, and another tongue was at her, licking her from anus to clit before invading her vaginal core, and soon after she was rocked by another orgasm.

When the limo dropped her off at 2:00am, she could barely walk from the tongue fucking she had received from the twin towers of beauty, and was glad it was late so the neighbors couldn't see her. She was sweaty, her hair was a tangled mess, her boobs were barely tucked into her dress, the dress was itself was twisted halfway around, and she didn't know where her panties and shoes were.

Disheveled and still a little drunk, she staggered up to the bed and took her clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. She shook Carl's shoulder. "Wake up, Carl," she whispered. I'm going to give you the best blowjob you've ever had, and then you're going to fuck me 'till I pass out." Carl did not awaken until she pulled the covers back and had put his cock in her mouth. He was certainly awake then.

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Sunday morning again. Roxie lay on a sleeping Carl's chest, smelling his familiar male scent mixed with the aura of the sex they had the previous night after she came home. While he had been loving and attentive and she had had a sweet gentle orgasm, (her third for the night), she once again felt the familiar longing for Anna, for the sweet scent of her shampoo and powder, the tangy taste of her young womanhood, wondering how soon the girl would get her period.

Carl, waking up, stroked her hair. "What're you thinking about, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," she replied, not daring to admit she was mooning over her nubile sex kitten, imagining herself back in the girls arms, kissing her softly and slowly.

"You know," he remarked, "it wouldn't surprise me at all if you were thinking about Anna. She's such a little beauty, and it's obvious from the look on her face when the two of you are together that she thinks the sun rises and sets for you."

Roxanne looked at her husband in shock, not sure how to respond. "What do you mean, Carl?" she hesitantly asked.

"What I mean, Rox, is that you would hardly be the first teacher ever to fall in love with a student. Heck, my first year teaching high school, I was 22, not that much older than the junior year girls. There was one that had set her sights on me, and we had a brief affair before she graduated early and left for college. It was risky and a huge mistake, of course, and that was 8 years before I met you. I would never do anything like that again, especially since I have the hottest wife of the entire faculty." He kissed the top of her head.

Roxanne smiled at the compliment, but remained amazed by his admission. Carl went on. "It's really a crazy thing to do for male teachers anyway, because the danger to their career is much greater. But with women, it's a little different, especially if it's with a girl student. People naively assume a woman with a girl is a safe combination."

Roxanne stared at her husband, not believing what she was hearing. "Then you know…?' she managed to stammer.

Carl smiled his sweetest smile at her. "Oh, come on, Roxanne. How could I not know? I'm your husband, and we've been together for nearly 5 years. I think I can read you fairly well. Each time you go spend time with this gorgeous little girl you come home and hit me like a sex hurricane; you don't think I can guess the connection?"

"If you were having an affair with a man, it would tear me up completely. I couldn't stand the thought of another man's cock in you, taking possession of you, dumping his sperm in your womb. With Anna, though I'm not jealous at all. I like her, and I understand that she makes you feel ways I can't, just like I make you feel ways that she can't. I'm not threatened by that. Plus, if someone sees you together, it's pretty safe – it would be very unlikely anyone will suspect you're having an affair with her, as long as you're not too blatant."

Carl caressed her naked thigh and went on, "What's important is that both Anna and I want you to be happy. I love you more than anything in my life. A man couldn't ask for better woman to be his wife. Plus, you're having our baby, and I suspect that Anna may have stoked the fires a little on that, too. So if Anna makes you happy, I'm OK with that. Let her be part of our little family. The only thing I ask is that you be discreet. I won't ever question you, but I don't want you to ruin your career, either. You promise?"

Roxanne's eyes were shining from happy tears. "I promise," she said, and throwing her arms around him, she laid back and spread her legs, drawing him in once more.