Roxie's Revelations 13-14

by Paperback Writer

Chapter 13

This is a work of pure fiction, fantasy, and imagination.

After dropping the well-sexed Roxie off at her home, Katerina took out a bottle of vodka from the mini-fridge in the limousine and poured two more small glasses, handing one to Janice. "To women," she toasted.

Janice answered, "And to love!" They clinked their glasses together then slammed the shots down. Katerina refilled their glasses once more. Sipping this time, the strawberry blond slid next to Janice and put her arm around her.

"As I told you at dinner, I am a woman of strong desires. Our pretty little pregnant friend was just an appetizer to me," she whispered, putting her arm around the inebriated coach. "How about if instead of going home to be by yourself, you come home with me tonight and be my main course?"

Janice leaned into her and kissed her soft lips, her tongue dancing with Katerina's. She caught the faint scent of Roxie's pussy juices, not surprising since they had both used their mouths to ravage the hot little pregnant girl a few minutes ago. "Sounds luscious to me," she said. "But what about Peter? What about the twins? Aren't they at home?"

"The girls will be asleep," Katerina replied. "We will not bother them, they sleep like the dead. And as for Peter," she continued, "…we will need him to wait on us. Don't concern yourself, he will do as he is told. He understands that I and my guests' needs must always be attended to, or he will be punished. If he pleases us, he will be rewarded. By the way, he is forbidden to speak English at home, only Russian. I will translate as needed."

A thought slowly bubbled up in Janice's intoxicated mind. "Katerina, don't you need to tell the driver not to take me to my apartment?" she asked.

"Foolish girl," Katerina responded as she ran her hand up under Janice's evening dress between the woman's parted thighs, "I gave him that instruction when we left the restaurant." She kissed Janice deeply as her fingers began exploring.

As the limo stopped in the driveway, Katerina stopped her ministrations on the very drunk and even hornier coach. "I am giving you one additional instruction, darling. Our family respects privacy above all else. If a door to a room is closed in our house, we do not open it. Only the person inside may do so."

The Russian mistress continued. "I and my four brothers and sisters grew up in a small village where my family lived in a small one-room hut. There was no privacy, so everything that happened – cooking, using the bucket for relieving ourselves at night, and even our parent's fucking – was in full view. When I became an athlete I got my own room, and the Party moved my family to a luxury apartment with a bathroom and bedrooms. My husband's situation was very similar. This is why in my house we value privacy over everything else. I want this understood."

"I understand, my Empress," Janice responded, and moved to kiss Katerina again her hands roaming over the stunning Soviet-trained body. After a few minutes of passionate embrace, they left the limo and walked in the door.

Inside the house, Peter was waiting, dressed in a sweatshirt and exercise pants. As they sat down at the table, Katerina said something to him in Russian, and he brought them an ice-cold bottle of vodka with two small glasses, filing them. He did not sit with them, but stood against the wall, waiting. "Would you like to see what he looks like, my pet?" she asked. Without looking at him she spoke a few Russian words, and he removed his sweatshirt. Katerina issued another command, and he turned around. Janice gasped.

Even though he had been out of gymnastics for many years, his shoulders, triceps, forearms, biceps, pectorals, and even his lats were very well defined. Although she had not really been interested in men since graduating from college, she had to admit that Katerina's handsome 6'5" piece of man caught her attention.

"He is lovely, no?" Katerina asked. Janice could only nod her head in agreement. "Now look at this." She gave him a one-word command, Peter lowered his pants to reveal a flaccid penis at least 9" long. "When erect, it measures 30 centimeters. That is about 12 American inches. It is also quite thick. I frequently find it quite satisfying. If you will also observe his testicles, they quite well-developed and, if I may say so, extremely prodigious in their sperm generation." Peter said a few words to Katerina, and then pulled his pants back up.

"My husband wishes for you to reciprocate. I believe this is fair. Please stand up and remove your clothes, Ms. Wennerstrom." Janice gulped, and shakily stood upright. Katerina helped her remove her dress, and examined her as well. "Very nice, my dear. How big are your breasts? I would guess a 38 C, correct?" Embarrassed at being naked in front of Peter, Janice nodded. "Turn around, my dear." Janice did as she was told. Peter spoke, this time at length.

"Peter admires your form, especially your wide hips, your strong calves and your thighs. He even wonders if one of your parents was Russian. He also indicated he would like to provide you with a sample of his DNA. That is an amusing little phrase we geneticists like to use – it means he would like to fuck you." At that, Katerina laughed loudly, and Janice found herself smiling as well.

Draining the last of her vodka, Katerina said "But enough of this socializing. Please, let me take you to the master bedroom. You may freshen up a bit in the bathroom, and I will join you shortly. Don't worry about your clothes – Peter will make sure they are picked up and clean, but not before he sniffs your panties, I am sure!" Laughing at her own joke, she led Janice down the hall.

After taking a quick shower in the master bathroom, Janice went into the bedroom and sat on the bed. A fresh cold bottle of vodka and two glasses were sitting on the nightstand. For some reason she was nervous, and took a long drink straight from the bottle. Then she took another. And one more for good measure. And then one more for the road.

From the hallway she heard Katerina's voice asking, "Are you ready for me, my little main course?" The door opened the door, and she stepped into the room closing it behind her.

Janice's jaw dropped, as the taller woman's appearance rendered her him speechless. Katerina wore a white see-through lingerie baby doll outfit. Underneath a white sheer shirt, the white lace bra containing her D-size breasts had open cups so that her nipples stuck out. On the bottom a tight white g-string barely covered the bulges of her pussy. Entranced, Janice stood up, wanting to take Olivia's mother in her arms but she held up a finger and wagged it. "Ah-ah-ah! Sit down and put your hands on the bed until I say so!" Reluctantly, the horny coach complied.

Katerina continued, "Women swimmers are much defined in their shoulders, triceps and biceps - but trust me, my pet, there is nothing bulky about the female swimmers body - the training of a swimmer leads to muscle development that the average woman never experiences. But you will soon see this for yourself."

As she walked up closer, she pulled back the shirt so Janice could see her right hip. On it was a small tattoo of a naked fairy with colored butterfly wings. Janice closed her eyes and groaned, aching to get into action with this beautiful woman who looked so much like Olivia. In fact, the only other time she could recall ever being this turned on in her life was the night Olly seduced her!

Katerina walked up to her until her breasts were almost in her face, and said, "You have permission to pull the tie with one hand. That's all you may do." Janice gently pulled the tie string that held the front of her shirt, and it fell open dramatically. She could see now each nipple bore a little gold ring. "My nipples have always been my most sensitive spot," the Russian temptress whispered to her. "My sister told me that piercing them would only make them more sensitive, and it definitely has. So you must please be gentle with them tonight, my love."

She walked around to the bed and lay down behind her. She placed a pillow underneath her hips to elevate her pussy, her legs spread to expose the g-string and the bulge of the delights under it. "Come to me," she commanded, holding her arms up. "Let me demonstrate what I know about the ways of pleasuring a woman."

In a flash Janice was on her, kissing every exposed piece of skin she could find. Her tongue tickled her nipple rings, caressed her tattoo, explored her navel, and danced over the fabric that covered her pussy lips. Her lips and teeth nibbled her ears and neck, kissed her shoulders, her knees, her feet, her hands. She could dimly hear Katerina groaning loudly in pleasure as she began a direct assault on the woman's vulva and anus.

The rest was a vodka-fueled blur involving sweaty bodies, breasts, nipples, incredibly convoluted sexual positions, and an almost non-stop sequence of orgasms, both hers and Katerina's. At one point she had to go relieve her bladder, but even while seated doing that her nipples were being teased and her mouth was suddenly stuffed with a strap-on that tasted of her own juices.

The last thing Janice perceived before cumming again and losing all consciousness was being on her knees with Katerina's pussy jammed in her face, held tightly by the Russian beauty's incredibly strong legs wrapped around her, the magnificent body stiffening from an another orgasm while Peter was squeezing her tits and pumping her pussy from behind, stretching her vagina to its limit with his very large cock.

Chapter 14

Janice began to slowly awaken. Her eyes focused on the nightstand, where there was a rose and a hand-written note. She reached for the note, and as her eyes focused she began to read.

"Dearest Janice," it began. "We regret not being there to make you breakfast, but we had to take Anna to an equestrian event over in the next county. We have left you, however, in loving and capable hands, and as our guest your every desire will be seen to in our absence."

"You should not be experiencing too much of a hangover, as we only stock the highest quality vodka, free of the impurities that are the cause of such things. Some orange juice will set you right."

"Let me state unequivocally you were absolutely incredible last night. You were the most imaginative lover I have experienced in quite some time, and would welcome you in my bed anytime at your convenience. Peter, of course, agrees with me."

"Lastly, thank you also for sharing your feelings towards my dearest Olivia. You do honor to the memory of my dearest Oksana Petrovich."

"Affectionately, Tzarina Katerina Naryshkin."

Janice shook her head to clear it, and sat up. Feeling some moisture between her legs, she ran her fingers down into her labia and they came up covered with sperm, a gift from Olivia's father, no doubt. Counting the days back to her last period, she began to wonder what were the chances of a 39-year-old conceiving from one fucking, even if she was ovulating. She went into the master bathroom and took a quick shower. Feeling refreshed, she put on a robe and opened the bedroom door to see Olivia running towards her, throwing her arms around Janice and clinging to her.

"I've been waiting for the door to open," she said, "you slept in ever so long!" Janice looked down, and saw that Olivia was crying.

"Olivia, honey, whatever is the matter?" Janice asked the crying girl.

"I'm not – (sob) – crying because something's wrong – (sob) – I'm crying because – (sob) – I'm happy! Mommy said last night – (sob) - you told her that – (sob) – you really, really loved me and that – (sob) you would stay in love with me as long as – (sob) - I would have you! I love you so much, Janice! I love you so very much! I'll never leave you!"

Janice was overwhelmed – not just at the powerful love she felt for this pretty little girl, but also at the fact that under the influence of vodka she had openly confessed her feelings to the girl's mother! She leaned over and kissed her little nymph deeply, then felt Olly pulling her robe open.

Not daring to open her eyes, she could feel her tits being sucked and kissed. Her hand reached down to find Olivia's pussy, and she began to rub it, paying particular attention to the little clitoris. Picking her young lover up, she carried her to the bed. Olivia began to kiss her with more intensity, and as Janice's fingers manipulated her young womanhood, she arched her back as she pushed her ass into the bed with pleasure. The girl's orgasm begin slowly, then it broke through powerfully as Janice sucked on her puffy nipples and slipped a finger in her anus while the rest of her hand caressed and fingered the girl's welcoming vaginal opening.

After her orgasm had passed, Olivia said nothing, but gently pushed Janice onto her back, spread her legs, and began to give her pussy a frenetic licking, like a starving kid on a lollipop. Janice's orgasm came quickly, but Olivia, her emotions running high, was relentless as always; she assaulted her love's pleasure garden with lips and tongue and teeth and fingers. Janice cried out in passion again and again as two more orgasms ripped through her, one right after another.

At last Olly stopped and crawled up to lay on top of her exhausted lover. She lovingly kissed her lips, and shoved her tongue into her mouth, fingers gently caressing the older woman's vulva. "Mmmmmmm," Janice said. "You taste like my pussy!"

Olivia smiled and responded, "Well, you smell all sweaty. How about if we take a shower together? It'll save time!"

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School was out for winter break; Life was taking a slow pace. Roxie was 38 weeks pregnant now, and very ready to have this baby. While she had been successful in watching her diet and keeping her body in good shape, her belly was huge. She felt like if one more person asked her how she felt, what she was having, whether she was excited/nervous, when she was due, she was going to kill someone. She only gained 25 pounds during her pregnancy, so she was all baby, but she felt hideously ugly. Even Carl's patient and caring manner couldn't improve her mood.

She even found herself cranky with sweet Anna, who came over every day to help out. However, it did make her feel better when Anna would get naked and lie next to her and rub her belly. Roxie's greatest joy lately was to simply rub the girl's soft bottom and breasts and kiss her; physically she didn't feel up to much more than that. Her breasts had become so sensitive and itchy that even pumping out her milk was nearly unbearable. She hated that she had to ask Anna to shave her legs for her, because the baby prevented her from bending over in any manner.

Finally one night, Carl was out getting groceries and Anna was staying with her. Roxie had been having minor contractions throughout the day, but the doctor told her she didn't think it was time to come in just yet. Anna was naked and feeding her ice cream, deliberately dripping some of the ice cream on her nipples to tease Roxie into licking it off. Roxie had finally fallen for the trap and was bent over sucking the nipple of her little temptress when she felt something inside her move, and suddenly the couch was soaked. Her water had broken.

Seven hours later, Carl, Roxie, and Anna's daughter Annabelle Olivia Garrett was born.

Eight months later, Janice and Olivia's daughter Oksana Roxanne Wennerstrom was born.