Chapter 1

“Oh God that’s good.” Muttered Zelena.

She was bending over a sack of potatoes in the store room of her father’s green grocer’s shop. The shop was closed for the night and he’d gone upstairs to have dinner and Zelena and Mikel were “cleaning up”, but the broom and dustpan were leaning against the wall of the store room while Mikel fucked Zelena.

Mikel fucked Zelena hard, the way she liked it. She bent over the potato sacks, her skirt pulled up over her bare bottom, and her panties down at her knees, and bang! Bang! Bang! He went as she grunted with each thrust.

Then suddenly, “Oh…oh…oh… Micky, harder, harder I’m coming.” And her back arched and flexed as her body was flooded with a climax. Then she lay still, eyes closed, panting.

“That was super Zelly. Let’s do this every day until I leave.” Mikel said as he bent over and whispered in her ear.

Mikel was leaving the village for America in ten days, to live with his cousin. His cousin lived in California and had found Mikel a job, so like most of the young people in the village he was leaving.

He pulled back and out of her vagina, then unwrapped the plastic bag he had wrapped around his penis. He didn’t much like using plastic bags, but condoms were expensive, besides if he bought condoms at the chemist shop everyone in the village would soon know that he and Zelena were fucking.

For Zelena the plastic bags were wonderful. They made Mikel’s penis seem almost twice as large around, and the rough texture was very stimulating to her vagina. While she lay over the potato sack, Mikel went into the shop and threw the plastic bag on top of a pile of other bags which were used to wrap vegetables. Zelena’s parents sometimes remarked that the bags seemed sticky or that they smelled funny, but they concluded that they must have been used by the fishmonger. All the bags circulated and were recycled through the village and were used and re-used by everyone.

Zelena got up and pulled up her panties. She was a slender, blonde, pretty girl, unlike most other girls in town and her mother. They were all from peasant stock, but her father was tall and blonde too, claiming a relationship to the defunct royal family, who’d been eliminated in 1940. But she conformed to the local dress, longish black skirt, print blouse and always black stockings. None of this, even the clog-like shoes they all wore in summer detracted from her good looks.

They finished cleaning up the shop quickly, then they kissed and Mikel went out the front door and Zelena locked it behind him.

“You were a long time.” Said her father as she sat down to have supper. “What were you up to?”

“Sometimes it takes longer to clean up the shop.” She answered him.

“I hope you’re not letting that peasant boy fuck you.” He told her. “You’ll get pregnant and have little dumpy peasant kids and your life will be over.”

“You don’t want me fucking anyone.” Zelena thought. “You want me for yourself.”

“Stop talking like that over dinner.” Nadia, Dmitri’s wife told him. “You shouldn’t talk that filth, especially to your own daughter.”

“My own daughter? Fine example you are. You and your butcher. The only way I know she’s MY daughter, is that she isn’t a dumpy peasant girl.”

So the evening went on, Dmitri and Nadia always fighting.

What Zelena thought was probably the truth. As soon as she was eighteen — on her eighteenth birthday, her father had seduced her — raped her would be a better word. It had been such a fun day, and she’d had too much to drink. He’d put her to bed, then got in beside her and taken her virginity, as was the custom. Her mother had been furious when she came in and found him in her bed, not because he’d fucked her, but because he hadn’t used a condom.

He’d gone out next day to the chemist and bought a package of three condoms which he was still using. He washed them out each time and reused them. They were too expensive to discard after one use, he said.

Nadia, Zelena’s mother, didn’t really mind that Dmitri was fucking Zelena, it was quite common in the town for father and daughter to have sex, and it gave her the opportunity to sleep with Arvand, the butcher.

She “loved” her husband alright, but she didn’t like his sissy ways. He claimed aristocracy, and let her know it, and he was soft and had long thin finger, and he had a slender body. His love making was gentle and considerate, varied and with a lot of foreplay. She liked sturdy peasant men like Arvand who knew what she wanted, a nice thick penis, and she loved the feel of his thick body on top of her. He got straight to the point, ripping her clothes off, jumping on her and pounding her body for what seemed like hours at a time, while she screamed with ecstasy.

Every Monday when Dmitri left early for the main market to buy vegetables, the butcher’s van could be seen parked outside the greengrocer’s shop. Nadia and Arvand went upstairs and Zelena would wait on customers.

The topers at the inn loved to joke about it.

“The butcher’s delivering some meat to the greengrocer’s wife.” They’d laugh.

Or:

“Nadia’s having a nice sausage for breakfast.”

Or:

“Dmitri’s wife is preparing him some left-overs for dinner.”

And so on, getting raunchier and more vulgar as the day wore on. But as soon as Arvand appeared there was silence. He always had a meat cleaver hooked to his belt, and there was a huge slash in the bar counter where he’d delivered a blow to it when one of the men had said something in jest about Nadia.

“Next time it’s your balls!” He’d shouted, and he meant it too.

So life in the village went on. Then one day a big car appeared and parked outside the dry goods store. Out jumped a beautiful woman, and all the topers in the inn fell over each other to get a look.

‘Nice legs.” One said. “Look at that ass. And the tits on her. Who is she?” Another cried out.

“It’s Bella.” One cried out. “Bella Zhnitkoff , the chemist’s daughter!”

Bella had left the village three years ago, first to Vienna, then to Paris and finally arriving in London. She’d found a good job and periodically sent money home. The chemist said she had a job showing visitors around town. She was an escort. They did wonder how she’d come to know London so quickly, but it really didn’t matter as long as the money came regularly.

After she’d visited her father in the shop Bella went into the inn where one of the men bought her a drink. She talked to the guys, and laughed at their jokes, but even though they were all eyes no-one made a move on her. She was too lovely, too fragile looking, and even though at least one of them had been to school with her, it was hands off, her mini skirt had their full attention. They rarely saw a woman who didn’t wear black stockings and a calf length skirt

She stopped and had a few words with the butcher then walked down to the greengrocer.

“Bella, my beauty.” Said Dmitri. “How are you? Zelena, look who’s here. It’s Bella.”

Zelena came running out of the storeroom, saw Bella and ran up to her and they both hugged. There was at least two years difference between them, but they were much alike, tall, blonde with long legs. Dmitri gazed at Bella as the two girls stood talking, and he wondered how he could get Bella into his bed.

The girls went upstairs and shared a cup of tea while they talked and Bella started to tell Zelena what she did as an escort in London. She told her she met men for dinner, and sometimes showed them places of interest in London, but then she leaned forward, and made Zelena not to tell a soul.

“I meet men and they pay me to fuck.” She said.

Zelena’s jaw dropped. “To fuck? Men pay you to fuck? You’re a whore then?”

“No I’m an escort. Whores pick men up in the street and get paid 10 pounds, that’s about 1500 kopesch. I meet men by appointment, in a private apartment or in their hotel room, and they pay me 200 pounds, that’s about 30 thousand kopesch.”

Zelena leaned back in her chair, her eyes wide in disbelief.

“That’s not possible. No, you’re just saying that to impress me. If I could get 3000 kopesch from one of the men in town, even your father, the chemist, a rich man, I’d count myself lucky. But 30 thousand kopesch! If I did it once a month I’d be rich.”

“That’s true, in this dump, but in London a flat costs 3000 pounds, that’s 450 thousand kopesch.”

And so they talked on, with Zelena amazed at the cost of everything in London, but getting more and more interested in the idea of going to London and becoming an escort. Not only could she make a lot of money, but she could fuck a lot, and Zelena loved to fuck.

“How many men do you have a night.” Zelena asked. “Three, four or five.” Bella answered.

“Do you just fuck, or do you do other things?”

“Well, the cheapest thing is a hand job, you masturbate a man until he squirts.” She said. “Then there’s a blow job.”

“What’s that, a blow job?”

“You suck his cock until he comes.”

“Yuck. You suck on his dirty thing, the thing he pees out of?”

“Yes, haven’t you ever done it? Haven’t you sucked Mikele?”

“Never! What if he pees in your mouth?”

“You should try it, it’s nice and the stuff is creamy, and you don’t have to worry about a condom, you just swallow his stuff.”

Zelena thought about it for a while. Mikele was gone, but maybe she’d try it with dad. She’d wash his cock first, then suck on it. Thinking about it started to make her horny.

“What else is there? How do you make the most money?” She asked Bella

“Fucking gets you the most money, except for anal.”

“Anal? What’s anal?”

“That’s when a man fucks your arse.”

Zelena was aghast. She’d never dreamed of anything so disgusting. In the mouth was one thing, but imagining a man sticking his penis in her arse was beyond her imagination. It must hurt, for one thing, but then the nastiness of it disgusted her.

“No, this is a joke, Bella. You don’t let men fuck your arse. Tell me you don’t do that.”

“A man will stick his cock anywhere in or on your body. Between your tits, under your arm, between your toes, and they love to stick it up your arse.”

“But it must hurt, doesn’t it?”

“It hurts the first couple of times, and if you’re lucky he has a small cock.”

“But it’s filthy, it’s disgusting. What do you do about that?”

“You have to clean yourself first, then most of the time it’s okay. And in lots of ways it’s better, you can’t get pregnant, for one thing. And it gets rid of his stuff if you don’t like to swallow it.”

“But can you speak any English?” Bella asked Zelena. ‘In London you have to speak English, you know.”

“Yes, I can speak a few words. Maybe you can teach me more. Good morning. My name Zelena, who you? I like to…what do you call it Bella?”

“What are you trying to say? You like to fuck? I like to fuck. I like to give blowjob. I don’ like you fuck me in arse.” She laughed.

“English is very funny, you’ll have to teach me the good stuff Bella.”

And the two girls went on talking to each other in broken English until it was time for Bella to go. After she left Zelena thought about everything she’d heard. Tonight she’d try to suck Daddy’s cock, but she didn’t know about anal sex. She’d have to think about that.

That night Zelena had just gone to bed when she heard the door open and her father, Dmitri, came into her room. She felt the covers lifted as he slid into bed beside her. She rolled over to face him and they kissed, as he slipped his hand under her nightgown and started to touch her. As his hand slid up between her soft thighs Zelena stopped him.

“Daddy, I’d like to do something different tonight.” She whispered.

“What, you don’t want me to fuck you?” He complained.

“Tonight, instead of fucking I’d like to suck your cock.”

“What?” He was puzzled. What else was there between a father and daughter? “Why do you want to suck me, don’t you like me fucking you?”

“Yes, yes I really like fucking, but Bella told me that sucking a man’s cock is really very nice and exciting. Besides, you wouldn’t have to use those rubber things, that I know you don’t like. When you squirt your stuff I just swallow it.”

This sounded reasonable to Dmitri, because it was true, he didn’t like using condoms, and the thought of Zelena taking his penis in her mouth and sucking on it excited him.

“You are the sweetest daughter a man ever had, Zelena. But how about you, how can you get pleasure?”

“Let’s see after I’ve sucked you off.” She replied, and taking his penis in her hand she felt it swelling.

Dmitri turned over on his back and Zelena slid down kissing his belly until she reached his penis. She kissed it, then sliding the skin back on the uncircumcised head she kissed that too. She was starting to feel very horny, and taking the head of his penis in her mouth she started to suck on it.

This was making them both very hot, but Dmitri had to instruct Zelena about the most sensitive places on a man’s penis. She thought that just taking it in her mouth and sucking on it would be enough, and it was for her, but he directed her to the sensitive places on the head, and told her to use her tongue more, and to press it against the roof of her mouth.

“Oh Zelly, Zelly. That’s so good. Yes, there, there with your tongue. That’s so good.”

They were both enjoying this so much they wished it would go on. While Zelena sucked on her father’s penis she tasted the liquid that oozed from it and knew he must be getting near a climax. He, meanwhile, was now fucking his daughter’s mouth with abandon. Loving the feel of her mouth, her tongue and he knew he’d soon have to let go. Then, suddenly:

“Aaah, my sweet baby, it’s coming! Right there……right there….aaaaaaaaaaaaa, yes!”

And he felt his sperm shoot into her mouth. Zelena felt the warm fluid hit the back of her throat, and paused for a moment in surprise, then realizing what was happening started to suck harder.

“That’s enough, my love, that’s enough, just hold it in your mouth, it’s too sensitive. Aaah yes, just like that.” As the last ooze dribbled into her mouth.

They lay still for a few moments, then he pulled his penis out of Zelena’s mouth, and pulling her head toward him kissed her.

“Zelly my dear girl, that was wonderful. You are such a good girl, what other daughter would do that for her father. We must do that again, soon. But what can I do for you now? I cannot get hard again for a while, what shall I do for you?”

“You could lick me, Daddy that would feel good.”

“No, I don’t want to do that now, maybe some other time.”

“Then, with your fingers, or I brought a big zucchini up from the shop. You could stick that in me.”

“What? A zucchini? You bad, bad girl!” As he laughed uproariously. “You want me to fuck you with one of my zucchinis. And who shall we sell it to then? Who would you like to see eat it after it has been in your pussy?”

So he pushed to fat zucchini into her hungry orifice, and between that and his fingers he brought her to a climax. As they lay together afterward, in the warmth of their fulfilled sex, Zelena was thinking. Now she’d tried giving a blow job, and it had been nice, no it had been wonderful, but she was thinking about who she would have give her her first anal sex.

No, not Daddy, his penis was too big, but one of the boys in the village, perhaps. Or maybe she should go to Tortana, the big town, and pick up some one at a bar. She’d have to think about it.

Chapter 2
She was having trouble going to sleep. Zelena kept thinking about who she should choose to give her anal sex. Of all the men her age that she knew the only possibility was Karl. But Karl was so shy, and she hadn’t even had sex with him yet.

Finally, she decided, it had to be Daddy. He had a very large penis, but she knew she could trust him and that he’d be careful and gentle. She drifted off content, knowing that in the next few days her curiosity would be satisfied.

She always knew when to expect her father to come to her bed because he drank more than usual at dinner and usually put his hand on her knee or patted her bottom during the evening. So a couple of nights later she got herself ready, taking a shower and making sure that she was very clean for him.

She got into bed, and sure enough she heard the bedroom door open, the covers were lifted and she felt her father’s body snuggle up against her. His hand slipped under her night gown, caressed her bottom, then moved between her legs. She rolled over on her back, and moved her legs so that he could touch her vagina. She loved what he was doing, but had to stop him from fucking her.

“Daddy, I want to try something different.” She said.

“What my love? Whatever you want.”

“I want you to fuck my arse.”

His hand pulled away from her soft, wet vagina. For a moment he was silent as what she had said sunk in.

“Your arse? You want me to fuck your arse? I can’t do that, it will hurt you, and it will be messy and……….”

“Yes, Daddy. I want you to stick your cock in my bottom. I know it will hurt the first time, but Bella said that after you get used to it it feels good. I bought some jelly to make it slip in easier, and I cleaned myself up really well so that it wouldn’t be such a mess. Besides, it will feel really good for you, and you won’t have to wear one of those rubber things.”

Dmitri pondered this for a few moments. The thought of sticking his penis in his daughter’s tight anus excited him and his penis became hard at the thought of it. But would it hurt her badly? Would it damage her down there? But she wanted him to do it, so he’d try it.

“Give me the jelly.” He said, and she reached back and put it in his hand.

Dmitri took a large glob of the cream and smeared it on Zelena’s anus, then pushed his finger into her hole and started to massage it. The feeling of his finger sliding in and out of her anus felt very good to Zelena, and when he slipped another finger in to stretch her a little it felt better yet.

Zelena had moved so that she was kneeling on the edge of the bed. “Oh Daddy, Daddy, that feels very good. Just do that for a few minutes, please. I like that.”

Then, to stretch her more so that his penis wouldn’t hurt too much he tried another finger. Zelena gave a little cry, it hurt a little, but then as he worked his fingers around it started to feel better.

After a few minutes, “You’d better try your cock now Daddy. I think I’m ready.”

Dmitri smeared some more of the lubricant on his penis, then pushed it against her tight hole.

“Relax, my love. Relax your arse and I’ll try to push it in.” He told her.

He felt the head of his penis penetrate her hole, and as it slid in his excitement was tremendous. It was like having as rubber ring around his penis, and he felt her muscles grip then relax.

For Zelena the excitement was huge too. The hard penis pushing into her felt wonderful, and she felt her hole was being stretched to the limit. Her heart was pounding with the thrill of what was happening and she gave a deep sigh. But then Dmitri gave a harder shove.

She screamed. “Oh, oh no. Stop, that hurts.”

At that moment the door of the bedroom flew open, and Nadia, her mother, stood looking at them by the light from the hall. They were locked together and she could see his penis sticking into Zelena’s anus.

“You filthy pig. Fucking your own daughter in the arse. You’d better never try that on me!” And she slammed the door shut.

This had brought Dmitri down to earth, and he almost withdrew from Zelena’s bottom, but it felt so warm and tight he pushed in a little farther. Zelena gasped and tried to relax herself as she felt the pressure, but it hurt.

“Are you alright, my dear? Does it hurt?” He asked.

“It’s okay, go on, I’ll be alright.”

Dmitri pushed again and felt his penis slipping little by little into Zelena. It seemed to stop even though he was only a little way in. He gave a hard shove, and whatever was blocking him yielded.

“NO! Stop. Stop. It hurts!” Zelena cried out.

But it was too late, his penis was going deeper and deeper into her as she sobbed in protest, until she felt it stop, and felt his pubic hair against her bottom.

“I’m all the way in, my love. My cock is all the way into you.” Dmitri told her.

“Don’t move.” She replied. “Just rest. It’s nice like this, with your cock inside me. It hurts, but not when you’re still.”

Their bodies were firmly locked together by his cock. The warmth of her body and the tightness of her anus was a new and exciting experience, but he knew that as soon as he started to fuck her he would ejaculate.

“Is that good for you, Daddy?’ Zelena asked him.

“I think this might be the most wonderful experience I’ve ever had, my dear Zelly. Are you ready to go on?”

“Yes, go on, but gently and not too fast.”

Slowly Dmitri pulled back and out, then in again, then out slowly, and with every smooth thrust Zelena grunted and sobbed. The pain was excruciating, but for some reason she wanted it; she even wanted the pain. He seemed to be splitting her apart, and after a few thrusts started to move faster.

Soon, though, Dmitri couldn’t hold off any longer and started to ejaculate and Zelena thought she could feel his sperm splattering inside her, and after a couple of hard, painful shoves he was still. She was glad that part was over, and he was bent over her back, his arms clasped around her waist.

After a few minutes of rest he moved to pull out and the pain was repeated, especially as his knob pulled through her sore hole. It was over, and for Zelena there had been some pleasure but much pain, but it was done. She’d had her first anal sex and would try it again soon.

The next morning when she went to the toilet the pain was repeated, but over the next few days it eased until she felt she was ready to try it again. She and her father had had sex again, but “normal” sex, which was always a pleasure for both of them.

The night she suggested to her father that she was ready to try again, he was dubious. “Are you sure? Are you sure you want to do it to you again Zelly?”

“Yes, Daddy. Use lots of lube and be gentle.”

And so Dmitri had anal sex with his daughter again. Again it was painful for her, but she wanted it. She loved the feel of his hard penis sliding in and out of her, even though it hurt, maybe even because it hurt. This was repeated several times over the weeks until she was able to start enjoying it. So a pattern was set for sex between father and daughter and each time they did something different.

It was getting close to the time for Zelena to leave, only four more weeks, and she was excited at the prospect. She was to live with Dmitri’s brother, Sasha, in London, mainly to learn to speak English. His brother had a small restaurant in Soho and the family lived above it, and the attic above the flat was to be outfitted as a bedroom for her. There were two sons, one older and the other younger than Zelena, they shared a bedroom and the parents had the other in their small flat.

In a couple of weeks her grandfather was to come in to help in the shop after she left, until her father could find someone to work in the shop. He’d sleep in the living room on the couch until she left, then move into her bedroom.

One night Zelena went to the village inn with some friends. She was telling them about moving to London, which made them all jealous because they all wanted to get away from the village. Some had friends or relatives in other countries and could probably get away soon, but many didn’t.

Karl was there, but as usual he hung back and didn’t say much. He was tall and goodlooking, very smart and musical, and desperately in love with Zelena. But poor Karl was very shy, and even though he and Zelena were good friends he never made a move. That night though, Zelena had too much to drink, so when she started out the door to go home he was quick to offer to walk with her.

A couple of the other men made a move, because they saw it as a chance to get her alone, and since she was drunk, to fuck her, but for once he was too quick for them. Zelena was glad of his company because it was dark and wooded in the park As they walked she continued talking about her new life in England, but Karl knew about escorts, and he told her what they did.

“Zelly, don’t you know what an escort is? A girl who’s an escort is a prostitute.”

“No, not really.” She replied, “But I will have to fuck men who pay me.”

And so they talked on until they stopped in the middle of the park under some trees and Karl pulled her toward him and kissed her.

“I love you Zelly.” He said. “I don’t want you fucking a lot of men.” And he started to fondle her breast through her sweater.

They kissed some more and his hand was under her sweater. Zelena was enjoying what he was doing, and soon his hand was down her jeans and found her vagina. When he told her to take off her jeans she readily complied. They lay down on the grass and she felt him pull his penis out and she took it in her hand.

She gently rubbed and caressed his nice big hard penis, and wanted it. She took off her panties and lay back open to his caresses, as his fumbling fingers found her wet labia, then rubbed her clitoris.

“I love you Zelly. I don’t want you to be a whore. I want to be the only one who fucks you.” And he rolled over on top of her as she spread her legs to accept him.

Then in a moment of clarity through her alcoholic fog she realized he didn’t have a condom on. She pushed him away.

“No, you have to wear a condom, Karl.” She told him.

“No, I’ll be careful.” He lied. How could he be careful?

“No Karl, stop! I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“I want you Zelly. I love you, I want you to have my baby.” Karl said frantically.

But Zelena wasn’t interested in having anyone’s baby, and she repeated. “NO! I won’t fuck without a condom.”

Karl pushed her back on her back and started to force his penis into her but she struggled and kept pushing him away

“You fucking tease Zelly.” He hissed at her. “Leading me on like this. Fuck you. Go to London and be a fucking whore. I won’t fuck you then, I might get a disease.”

“Karl, my love, I’m sorry, but I can’t do it. I didn’t mean to lead you on, I thought you’d have a condom. Please forgive me. Let me suck on your cock instead. Please?”

Karl was lying to one side after moving away from Zelena, and his penis was now limp. Zelena moved toward him and took his cock in her hand, rubbed it a couple of times, then put it in her mouth. She felt it start to harden and felt it oozing into her mouth. Then using her tongue and sucking she heard Karl moan with pleasure.

“Zelly, Zelly that is so good. Suck it my love…………….you are good.”

That’s what Daddy says Zelena thought. She loved the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth, and liked the feeling of Karl’s hand on the back of her head as she felt him start to move his hips and so move his penis in an out of her mouth.

Her heart was pounding, the excitement made her want to fuck, but she knew she couldn’t. Soon she was rewarded for her efforts as she felt Karl ejaculate into her mouth, splattering her tongue and the back of her throat. She sucked and swallowed, the sperm filling her mouth until nothing more seemed to come, and as his penis softened she moved back and away from him.

“Did you like that?” she asked him.

And as he started to answer they were startled to hear clapping close by in the trees. A voice called out, “Nice job Zelly.”

Then more clapping and laughter. They both got up and looked around to see a small group of their friends from the inn who’d been watching them. Hastily Karl zipped up his pants, as he and Zelena started giggling. Zelena realized that she was naked from the waist down, and as she laughed she almost fell over putting on her panties and jeans.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She called out to them as they started to move away, laughing and talking, back toward the village inn.

She and Karl started to walk to the shop, and Zelena wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. When they reached the shop they kissed in the doorway.

“I’ll get some condoms, then we can fuck properly.” Karl said.

“Yes, please.” Zelena answered him.

She stumbled upstairs and into bed, hoping that her father would come soon, because she had a dull ache in the pit of her stomach. She needed to fuck, badly.

Chapter 3

Karl and Zelena were lying on the grass in the park, kissing and kissing while his hands explored her body. She felt intense excitement as his hand pushed up under her sweater and found her erect nipple and rolled it between his fingers.

It was already getting dark when they had met at the inn, and had a glass of beer. There were mostly older people there so none of their friends were with them. Karl had finally got up enough courage to buy a packet of condoms, but had gone to the next town to buy them.

They’d decided that the best place for sex was the park, and they’d found a dark spot where no-one would see them. It was a nice warm evening with a gentle breeze, and they lay down in the grass and started to kiss. When Karl’s hand had found its way under her skirt Zelena had taken off her panties, and lay on her back with her legs open.

The warm breeze blew across her vagina and felt wonderful as Zelena lay on her back with her legs open. It felt so nice she didn’t even want Karl’s fingers in her, but that felt good too. This was all perfect, better than being in her stuffy bedroom.

They were both very hot and soon Karl said to her;

“Are you ready my love?”

“Of course.” She whispered, as she felt him roll away from her.

He fumbled in his pocket, then with more fumbling rolled on a condom. Then he rolled over on top of Zelena, and still fumbling tried to stick his penis into her wet hole, until finally she reached down between her legs and guided it into her.

“Aaaaah yes…….” She gave a deep sigh.

The deep, hard strokes Karl gave her felt super for both of them. This was what Karl had longed for the last two years as Zelena had grown into a beautiful woman. He’d imagined how it would be to have sex with her, lying in bed as he’d stroked his penis or crouched over the toilet masturbating, and now it was all coming true.

On and on they fucked, both of them grunting and moaning until, with a couple of huge grunts, a loud gasp and a series of fast strokes Karl ejaculated. They lay for many minutes holding each other, then Karl rolled off her and Zelena continued to lay there, legs open while the warm summer breeze lapped at her open wet vagina.

Karl took off the condom and threw it across the grass, then reached over and stroked her labia.

“Ooo, that’s nice.” Zelena said. “Do it some more.”

The moon was just coming up and Karl could see her pink hole open to the air. He was fascinated by its layers of sex: the heavy, thick labia of her vulva; the delicate, thin, pink inner labia; and in the center her still-open hole. He leaned over and kissed it and with his tongue tasted the moist opening, pushing his tongue into her.

“That is nice. Do it some more.” She said.

He ran his tongue in again, then around the rim, ending at her clitoris, which he proceeded to lick vigorously.

“Aaah. Aaaaa………..” She gasped out loud. “Lick me Mickey, lick me.” Forgetting for the moment who she was with. Then with much grunting she reached an orgasm.

After several minutes Karl slowed then stopped. “You called me Mickey.” He said.

“I’m sorry, I know I did. But Mickey was the only other person who ever did that to me.” She murmured contritely. “I loved it. It was wonderful. I’m just going lie here all night with my legs wide open and feel the breeze waft over my pussy. In the morning it will smell like fresh washing off the clothes line.” She laughed.

“In the morning your cunt will have been defiled by every man in the village who is capable of walking. And it will smell like the fishmonger’s shop.” Karl told her laughing.

Karl took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Then they walked hand in hand back to the shop. They kissed at the door, long, hard, then she went in and up to her room.

Zelena’s grandfather had arrived the night before, and he and Dmitri had sat talking over a glass of schnapps. They discussed how they would work together in the shop and so on. They talked about how the village had changed. Not much, except that most of the young people were leaving if they could.

“So Zelly is going to leave and go to London. Vlad will treat her well, but will probably try to fuck her.” They both laughed because Vladmir had quite a reputation with the girls.

“Have you had her yet?” His father asked.

“Oh yes.” Dmitri replied with a smile. “On her eighteenth birthday I made a woman of her.”

“Does she have a boyfriend, a lover?” His father asked.

“She did but not now, I don’t think.”

“I wish I were younger, I’d love to try her.”

“Of course you can, Dad.” Dmitri told him. “She is a very good fuck. Tonight or tomorrow go into her bedroom in my place.”

Meanwhile Zelena lay in her bed drifting off to sleep, still bathed in a warm haze from the wonder of what she and Karl had just had.

The next night at dinner Zelena knew she should expect her father to come to her bed later. There was a lot to drink and Dmitri and his father were telling jokes and sang a couple of old folk songs. Even Nadia, her mother helped out, singing along with the men, and she was surprised to hear what a nice voice her mother had.

She was feeling very good when she got to bed, and didn’t feel like taking a shower. Daddy won’t notice if I’m a bit stinky, she thought. As she lay curled up in her bed she heard the door open, felt the covers of her bed raised and felt another body snuggle down next to her.

She felt her night gown lifted and a hand groping between her legs. She was actually a little hesitant, because she still felt the glow of last night’s episode with Karl, but rolled over on her back and moved to kiss her father. She recoiled in horror! It was her grandfather!

“No, Granddad! No! This is wrong.”

“It’s alright my dear. I talked to Dmitri, your father.”

“No! You’re too old. I can’t do it with you.”

“I think you’ll find me good enough, and I am too old to get you pregnant.”

“Please, Granddad, don’t do this. It’s wrong.”

She was practically in tears, but felt his strong hands exploring her body, even as she tried to push them away. He had found her breast and his mouth was on it and in spite of her protests it did feel nice. At the same time he was fingering her vagina, and her moans of protest were turning to moans of pleasure.

Then his head turned down to her stomach as he continued to fondle her labia and clitoris, until he finally started to kiss her mound.

“Stop! No! I haven’t showered. I must stink!”

“All I smell is the perfume of sex, my dear. Your odor is delightful.”

“Oh, no, no, no.” She moaned, as she felt his mouth touch her vaginal lips.

His tongue flicked and he started to lick her soft opening.

“Please Granddad, please stop, I must be so awful down there.”

“Dear, dear Zelly. You taste and smell wonderful, like a ripe country cheese.” As he continued licking her.

This went on for several minutes and Zelena started to feel the heat emanating from between her legs and filling her body, and when her grandfather moved up and lay on top of her then slowly slipped his penis into her ready slit she gasped, then groaned with pleasure.

She’d abandoned all resistance, and with her legs spread wide and raised straight up Zelena was participating in this gross orgy in spite of their age differences. Grunting with each thrust she was moving her hips in rhythm to her grandfather’s movements. She loved to fuck, and this was just another wonderful experience.

This went on longer than she was used to and she had more than one orgasm until, with a flurry of wild penetrating moves the old man ejaculated into her vagina. Zelena wrapped her legs around his body.

“You are a bad, bad man, granddad, but that was so, so good.” She whispered in his ear.

“Zelly, I haven’t fucked a woman except a prostitute for years, and you’re better than any of them.” And he kissed her.

They lay together for nearly half an hour, then he got up, kissed her again and left the room. Zelena lay there as he left her and fell asleep with her nightgown up around her shoulders, knees up, legs apart, until she woke to find herself cold. She covered herself and rolled over into a deep sleep.

Next morning as she was eating breakfast she was alone with her mother and told her what had happened.

“They’re disgusting, these men. You say he didn’t use any protection Zelly?”

“No Mom, but he said he couldn’t make me pregnant because of his age.”

“That’s shit!” Her mother spat out vehemently. “That old man could easily knock you up. He used to come to my bed just after your father and I were married, and got me pregnant. But in those days it was easy to get an abortion. I think we’d better go and see Mother Kaldie. The old witch will examine you and see if you’re pregnant. She can get rid of it if you are.”

Mother Kaldie was a witch. The younger people in the village didn’t really believe it, but even those who didn’t still believe in the “Old Ways” were loath to cross her. In her younger days when the Russians were there she’d been a prostitute and had done very well, then with a venereal disease and advancing years she’d taken to folk medicine, and probably did better than the village doctor.

She was not the witch of folklore, but a slender, still somewhat attractive woman of 60. She boasted that she could cure many ailments, but the main source of her income was from abortion, and women came from miles around for her services. It was believed in the village that she was worth a lot of money, and she made a trip every week to the bank in the next town to make a deposit.

The woman’s house was set a little apart from the others in the village, and when Zelena and her mother came to the door Kaldie showed them into her kitchen, her “surgery”, where she did most of her healing. Nadia told her the problem and the old woman laughed.

“The old fox got into the hen house, did he?”

She told Zelena to take off her panties and get up on to the kitchen table and open her legs wide, putting a cushion under her hips. Then she opened her vagina with an instrument, a speculum, which was very uncomfortable for Zelena, and using a flashlight peered into it.

She made clucking sounds with her tongue as she peered in, moving the instrument this way and that to see better until finally she said:

“I don’t know. Nadia, she may be pregnant and may not, look here.” They both peered into her and Kaldie poked at her cervix with a long tool. “That red spot. I think it’s closed, but it’s hard to tell.”

“So what should we do?” Nadia asked.

“Well, we could wait and see what develops and if she gets pregnant, or I can flush her out which would put a stop to anything that may have started. It’s your choice.”

“Flush ‘er out. Get rid of it.” Nadia replied.

This whole procedure was mortifying to poor Zelena. She wanted to be sure she wasn’t pregnant, but they were acting as if she was a piece of meat, a commodity. Now another cushion was placed under her hips, raising them more and she heard Mother Kaldie mixing something at the sink, it smelled of vinegar.

The two women raised Zelena’s legs straight up, and she felt the witch insert a bottle into her vagina and pour all its contents into her. They held her in that position while she started to feel stinging and burning inside her, and when she complained she was told it had to be done, and it certainly wasn’t as painful as having a baby.

Finally they put her legs down and removed the cushion, draining the liquid into a bucket, then repeated the process with cold water. She got up and dried herself off and put her panties back on, but felt very uncomfortable inside.

“You’ll be alright now, but no fucking for a week. Your father can fuck you in the arse if he wants. Your granddad too, that should feel good.” She chortled.

Mother and daughter walked home in silence until Zelena said she wondered how the woman knew about her father fucking her ass. Nadia was silent.

“You told the butcher, didn’t you?” She said to her mother.

“Maybe I did.”

“So now everybody in the village knows.” Zelena said in disgust.

No sex for a week! That made her plans difficult because she’d planned to have sex with Karl at least twice and there was her father, even her grandfather would probably want her again.

The second night after the treatment she had anal sex with her father. She was starting to enjoy that now but wondered how it would be with a stranger. Then her father prevailed on her to let her grandfather fuck her anus.

“No Daddy, that’s disgusting, I only do it with you.” She’d told him.

“But your grandfather has never fucked a woman in the arse, and I’ve told him how good it is.” Dmitri told her.

“Let him pay a prostitute then.”

“He can’t afford it on his pension.”

“But I’m supposed to give it to him for nothing?”

“No, my dear Zelly, you’re not a prostitute.”

“I don’t care, if he wants it badly enough he can pay me.”

“But Zelly, you’re so tight and good, any man would love to have your arse.”

“Well any man isn’t going to have it, least of all my grandfather.”

“Please Zelly, do the old man a favor, it can’t hurt you. Please.”

There was a long pause. “Alright, just this once and never again, Granddad can do it. Tonight he can fuck my arse.”

So that night, while Zelena lay in her bed she heard the door open and felt someone get into bed with her. She felt hands caressing bottom, and a finger inserted into her anus. Without a word she reached over and took out the lubricant and handed to her grandfather, who didn’t understand what it was for.

“That’s to smear on my arsehole and on your cock.” She said.

He did as she said, and she felt his hard penis nuzzling her hole, then slowly sliding into her. Oh that felt nice, she thought. Deeper and deeper it went until she could feel his pubic hair against her bottom. Then he starting thrusting in and out of her anus, at the same time he reached around, found her vagina and started to rub her clitoris. Within a few minutes she jerked spasmodically as she had an orgasm. What he was doing was super.

This went on for a long time, until he took his hand away and started to thrust faster.

“Harder, harder.” She urged him. Then felt his balls slap against her labia with each hard thrust. Bang, bang, bang he went as she grunted to his rhythm.

“Daddy..daddy..so..hard..so..good….Aaaaaaaah.” And another orgasm swept through her body.

But soon the old man was spent, and with several very hard jabs and a huge groan started to ejaculate into her rectum. It was over and as they lay there tethered by his fading penis he kissed the back of her neck.

“Thank you dear sweet Zelly. That was so good. I’ll always remember it.”

She lay there dozing but as she started to fall asleep she thought that anal sex wasn’t that bad, in fact often was very good, and if you got paid for it…………she fell asleep.

Chapter 4

In just two days Zelena would leave the village and fly to London but tonight she was going to give herself to her father for the last time for what was to be a long time. Dinner was rather quiet because they were all aware that they would not meet again for months.

Her last night she had promised to Karl, but tonight was Daddy’s. After dinner was through and the dishes cleared away Zelena and her father left hand in hand and went to her bedroom.

They kissed and kissed and kissed, then her father undressed her. He unbuttoned her shirt and took off her bra then kissed each of her breasts, paying close attention to the nipples. She took off her shoes and he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off. They both wanted to make these last moments last.

Zelena lay on the bed in just her panties as her father undressed, then he leaned over the bed and kissed her again. Kissing her young breasts again he slipped his hand down her panties and slipped his finger along her groove to find her clitoris and rubbed it lightly.

He knelt beside her bed as he fondled her, and pushed his now-hard penis toward her mouth.

“Suck me, Zelly, suck me my beautiful daughter.”

She rolled over and took his penis in her mouth. She sucked and licked it with love, but soon wanted it in her and he was ready. She slipped her panties off and opened her legs to receive her father’s hard penis, dressed in rubber, and as it slipped into her slippery hole she gasped at the exquisite feeling that spread through her body.

Slowly he thrust in and out of her vagina, and as he did they whispered their love. A love that was deeper than just father/daughter because of the intimacy of the sex between them.

“I love you my sweet daughter and am sorry you’re leaving me. If it wasn’t that it usually doesn’t turn out well I’d like to give you a baby.”

“Daddy, I’d love to have your baby, it’s hard to not make it happen because I love the feeling of your sperm deep inside me, still alive, still part of you. Whatever I do, wherever I am, my cunt will always be there for you to use. You were my first lover, you made me a woman, and if I ever marry another man he will know that if you want me he must allow us to fuck.”

And so it went all night, cramped in her small bed her father gave her several orgasms until they both got a few hours of much needed sleep.

They both were still tired next day, and while Dmitri worked in the shop Zelena packed her bags and got ready to leave.

That evening she met Karl for the last time and they walked out in the dark to their sheltered place in the woods. Luckily the weather was fine and warm, and as they settled down in the grass they started to kiss. Zelena undid her shirt and wasn’t wearing a bra so that Karl could have her breasts, and he soon was fondling and kissing them and sucking on a nipple, and she was soon gasping at the fine feeling she was experiencing as the warmth spread through her body.

For this occasion she had worn a skirt and took off her panties so that she could feel the gentle breeze as it touched her, and with her fingers opened her labia to feel it on her vagina. She loved that feeling and loved lying there with her skirt pulled up and her legs open.

After a few minutes Karl was on top of her, his nice big cock sliding in and out with hard deep movements. She loved the way Karl fucked and wondered if she should offer him her anus, but not now, this was too good. She wanted it to go on and on, but he would soon finish, she knew. She thought how nice it would be to just lie there after Karl ejaculated, and wait for another man to lie on top of her and fuck her.

With these thoughts going through her mind she moved rapidly to meet his hard thrusts, and Karl felt her muscles tighten on his hard penis, and it brought him to ejaculate sooner than he wanted. He felt that huge hot feeling spread from his crotch to fill his body as he ejaculated.

The lay together, his softening penis still in her and she wrapped her legs around him to keep him in. They whispered words of love in each others ears, though in Zelena’s case it was more lust. Karl wanted love: Zelena wanted to fuck.

They separated and he took the condom off and threw it into the woods.

“Can we stay here a while?” He asked her.

“Let’s stay her all night.” She answered. She lay again open to the air as it cooled her heated vagina and labia.

They didn’t say anything but just lay there side by side until Zelena said to Karl:

“Would you like to fuck my arse?”

Karl had thought about this a lot, but had been too shy to bring it up. “Oh yes, please.”

He answered fervently.

She took a tube of lubricant out of her purse and handed it to him.

“I thought you’d like to, so I brought this. Use plenty of it because with a big cock it still hurts a little.”

He took it and started to rub it on Zelena’s anus as she now knelt beside him. He had thought about this for some time. Everyone knew her father did this, fucked her ass, but he thought she might never let him do it. This, to him, was the most intimate act a man could perform with a woman, and the beauty of it was that she couldn’t get pregnant, so no condom!

Zelena knelt on the grass in front of him as Karl nudged her asshole with his cock, and as he felt it yield he pushed harder, and they both gasped as it slipped deeper and deeper into her until his testicles slapped again her vulva.

“So good! So nice and tight.” Karl gasped.

“I’m glad you like it.” She smiled into the darkness.

Then he pulled way out and back in again, and again, and again, gathering momentum with each deep thrust. For Zelena this was pure inexcusable lust, she was being used and she loved it. And the fact that Karl was using her anus for his pleasure made it feel depraved yet wonderful.

Her heart was pounding almost in rhythm to the pounding of his testicles against her labia, and within minutes she reached that pinnacle that only happened sometimes. It seemed better than a vaginal orgasm, and her back arched and she seemed to buck and gasp for air as she cried out.

“Aaaaaaah, yes, oh yes………aaaah ..aah..uh..uh.”

She hung for a few moments on his plunging, ramming penis like a spitted lamb. Then as he started to shoot his sperm into her and it seemed to flood her very intestines, she fell on her face on the grass.

Karl held her hips in his hands, fucking her this way, holding her buttocks tight, it felt as if he were masturbating with both hands, and masturbating into a hand that held his penis, his cock, tightly. And when Zelena had reached her orgasm the hand seemed to grip him almost painfully.

Now it was over, and the link between them, his penis, gradually softened. He didn’t want to pull out of that tight warm haven; he wanted to stay like this all night.

“Is everything alright?” A voice called out and a flashlight shone on them. It was the village priest. “I was passing by and heard someone cry out. But I can see you’re fine. Goodnight Karl, Goodnight Zelena.”

They stayed locked together for a few more minutes and then Karl slowly pulled out. Zelena rolled over and started to giggle.

“The priest! How did he know it was us?” and she started to laugh hard.

“All the village knows about us, and when he saw it was me he assumed it was you.” And he too burst into laughter, and they both rolled on the grass laughing together.

Next day Zelena sat in the plane and held on tightly to the arms as it took off and climbed sharply. She was terrified. She’d got home after midnight from being with Karl then had to get up early for her father to drive her to town to catch the train which would take her to the airport to catch the plane.

She couldn’t decide what to wear so that she didn’t look too out of place among the other travelers and then in London, but had decided on a mid-thigh skirt, stockings, not those awful black ones, but a pair of tan thigh-highs and a nice pair of shoes. A nice flowered blouse and a new tan jacket completed the outfit.

Everyone else looked so relaxed that she relaxed too after a few minutes and in no time they were ascending to the airport, and again she felt scared as the ground rushed up to meet them. She followed the crowd to immigrations, and in her broken English said she was going to work for her uncle in London, in Soho and produced her visa.

Again she followed the crowd to find her suitcase and finally she came out and saw everyone waiting for their arrival and there was uncle Vladmir. At last someone she could talk to! They hugged and kissed, then he took her suitcase and took her out to his van.

Soon they were out on the motorway where the number of cars amazed her. Where were they all going or coming from? She sat open mouthed as she gazed at the houses; the people; the cars; then she felt her uncle’s hand on her knee.

She moved her leg away but he reached over and pulled it back and his hand slid up under her skirt until it was over her thigh. She tried to avoid his hand.

“Open your legs Zelly, I want to feel your pussy.” He told her.

She hesitated, then did as he asked and felt his fingers working under the edge of her panties.

As he drove with one hand on the wheel and the other between her legs her uncle asked:

“Do you speak English?”

“Yes, a little bit.” She answered.

“Good.” He said. “Take of your knickers.”

“My what?”

“You knickers. These things.” And he pulled at the crotch of panties.

She did as he told her and pulled them off. Did all people in England drive like that she wondered as she sat, skirt pulled up, legs apart and her uncle fingering her. He raised his hand to his nose and sniffed his finger.

“Very nice. I’ll try some of that as soon as we get home.”

Zelena didn’t understand him clearly, but she thought he meant they’d be home soon. Then he reached out and took her hand, pulling it down to his lap, to his hard penis.

“This is for you Zelly. Do you understand? I’m going to fuck you.”

She kept her hand on his penis, but didn’t really understand what he meant. He had something for her. And “fuck” what was “fuck”? She’d find out soon enough, but meanwhile Uncle Vlad was amused by her lack of understanding. He reached his zipper, pulled it down, and told her:

“Take out my cock.”

She didn’t know this word from her school English, but got the idea, and squeezed his penis as she asked him:

“This your cock Uncle Vlad?”

“Yeah, that’s it sweety. Take it out then suck it.”

She pulled his penis out with some difficulty because it was awkward, and it was stiff.

“You want I rub it?”

“No, suck it. In your mouth.” And he reached out and touched her lips with his hand.

Zelena was amazed! Here she had met her uncle for the first time and he wanted her to suck his cock.

“Ah, now I see, you bad man Uncle Vlad. You want I give you blowjob.”

He roared with laughter as she lowered her head into his lap and started to suck on his penis. She understood blowjob alright, now with two hands on the wheel he felt more relaxed. And with his beautiful niece sucking his cock the world was indeed sweet.

He could look forward to some wonderful fucking with her in the house. Not that his wife, Emma wasn’t good, but he liked variety, and he’d just had to let one of the waitresses go, the one he’d been fucking for the last two years.

He felt a huge warmth fill his crotch as he ejaculated into Zelena’s mouth and for a moment he was afraid he’d lose control of the van.

“Oh, lovely, lovely Zelly. Swallow it my love. Suck it dry.”

Zelena didn’t know what he was talking about, but went on sucking his cock and swallowing his sperm until it was all in her mouth or down her throat. Then she got up and after licking her lips wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

They were getting near home and he told her to put her knickers back on, and not to tell his wife, Emma.

They pulled up in front the restaurant and unloaded her bags and Zelena went in to meet Emma. The restaurant wouldn’t open for another hour, so after Emma welcomed Zelena and gave her a big hug she took her up to their flat and gave her a cup of tea and they sat and talked for a few minutes before Vlad came back.

“How was your trip dear?” Emma asked her.

“Trip very nice, but I frightened in plane.” And Zelena tried to explain how she had felt.

“Of course, dear, your first flight. And this is your first trip away from home?”

“All so much. My village so small, so quiet.”

They finished tea and Vlad took her up to her room in the attic. There was a folding ladder that had to be pulled down, then at the top of the ladder was a hatch that pushed up. She followed Vlad up the ladder and when she got to the top was surprised to find a small and simply but brightly decorated room.

“Thank you Uncle Vlad. So nice room, gooder than home, I see all London from window.” And she gave him a big hug.

Which was a mistake, because he returned a tongue in her mouth and pulled her buttocks toward his hardening penis.

“Tonight, after we close, I’ll come up here and take full payment for all my hard work.” He said smiling.

Zelena didn’t understand much, but gathered she’d have to pay for the nice room.

“How much I pay you Uncle Vlad?”

“You’ll pay me with your pussy, Zelly, my love.”

“I sorry, I no understand Uncle.”

Later Zelena met her two cousins, John and Charles, when they came home from school. She spent the afternoon putting her clothes away, then went down to the restaurant and watched how things were done and met the cook and the other waitress. She went out and walked along the street and through Soho then back to the flat.

Emma had prepared a very nice dinner, and they had decided that she would start learning what she should do as a waitress the day after tomorrow. She watched television with John who was 18, two years younger than her, and Charles who was 14 and Emma and didn’t understand a lot of it. Then she went up to bed.

As she climbed the ladder she looked down and realized that John was looking up at her – or at least looking up her skirt. She smiled down at him then closed the hatch behind her and was soon in bed fast asleep.

She woke suddenly to see the hatch rising and Uncle Vlad appeared beside her bed.

“Hi, Uncle, what you want?” She said, half asleep.

“If you don’t know you haven’t been paying attention, my girl.” He laughingly replied.

He took off his pajama bottoms, pulled back the covers of her bed and got in beside her.

He started to feel under her night gown as she resignedly lay back. She should have known, she thought. She was so tired, but lay back and spread her legs as his fingers found her slit and slipped into her vagina.

“You see,” he said “I got you a nice wide bed, just for the two of us.”

His penis was hard and as he fondled Zelena he pushed her night gown up to her shoulders and found her breasts with his mouth. She really didn’t like the fact that he was her uncle and was trying to fuck her, but she was willing to let him do it and she opened her legs for him. After several minutes of this foreplay he rolled over on top of her and started to stick his penis into her open, wet and ready vagina.

As it started to slide into her she realized that he didn’t have a condom on.

She came fully awake with a start. “No, no uncle Vlad!” She cried out in her own language. “You’ll make a baby. No! Stop!”

“What’s the matter, aren’t you on the pill?”

“What pill?” She answered. “You have to use a condom.”

He pulled back out realizing what was the matter. In Zelena’s village the birth control pill was unknown. He didn’t know what to do, she’d already given him a blowjob, and now he wanted to fuck her. He hadn’t used a condom in years, only whores used them, and he didn’t need to go to whores any more.

“I give you blowjob?” She asked him in English.

“No!” he replied sharply.

“You want fuck my arse?” Zelena asked him hesitantly.

He looked at her in surprise. “You let men fuck your arse?”

“Yes, boyfriend, Daddy, grandpa.”

He was amazed. What kind of a girl was this who so casually offered him her arsehole?

“How you say in English, you fuck my arse?”

“No, that’s not polite, you say ‘you give me anal?'”

“Okay Uncle Vlad, you want fuck my anal?”

“No sweety, say ‘you give me anal’ or ‘you fuck me anally'”

She was getting tired of all these words that sounded the same, and Vlad had come here to fuck her and was getting impatient.

Zelena tried once more. “Uncle Vlad, you want give me fuck anally?”

This was too much for Vlad. “For God’s sake Zelly, I’m going to fuck your arsehole. Now give me the fucking lube to rub on your hole, or I’m going to fuck you without it. Hand it over and bend over.”

“You very bad man uncle, but here.” And she turned around exposing her anus to him, as she bent over on her knees.

He rubbed the stuff generously all over her hole and his penis, then plunged it into her arse. She gave a high gasp, and groaned as he drove his hard meat straight into her slippery hole, then started to fuck her deep and hard. His testicles slapped against her labia with every deep thrust and brought her to a rapid orgasm, and as he continued, hard, fast and deep another racked her slender frame. She wasn’t used to someone using her so violently.

He hadn’t experience anything as tight as this, and when she reached a climax her anal sphincter grabbed his penis and held it, so that the second time it happened he rammed her hard and ejaculated into rectum, shooting, shooting, shooting into her. Then he clasped her waist and held on, while they both felt a warm wave of lustful joy flow through their conjoined bodies.

As soon as Vlad pulled out of her Zelena collapsed on her face and almost immediately fell asleep, and as Vladmir lifted the hatch to leave he said softly:

“Thank you sweet Zelena that was a wonderful experience.”

Chapter 5

John and Charles also know as Jacko and Charlie, lay in bed in their bedroom, below the attic where their father was having sex with Zelena.

“Do you hear that?” John asked his little brother.

“What?”

“The noise from the attic.” John said. “Dad’s doing Zelly.”

They were quiet for a few minutes, listing to the rhythmic muted banging from above them.

“Are you going to wank now?” John asked him.

“I don’t wank. You’re the wanker in the family Jacko.” Charles said with a chuckle.

They talked about Zelena for a few minutes and agreed that they were glad she’d come to stay with them, and that she was really pretty.

“I saw up her skirt when she went up to bed, and she didn’t have any knickers on.” John lied.

“Liar!” shouted Charles.

“I did, I saw up her dress.”

“Maybe you saw up her dress, but she had knickers on.”

“I saw her thing, and it was all hairy, and had a slit down the middle.”

“You are a filthy liar, I don’t believe you saw anything. You’re just saying that to get me excited.” Charles told him, and had to admit to himself that the prospect of seeing up Zelena’s skirt was getting him excited.

There were two or three loud bumps from above them, then quiet. They listened, and soon heard the hatch open and Vladmir, their father, come down the ladder. John, whose penis was hard at just seeing up Zelena’s skirt, and now hearing their father “doing” her, proceeded to masturbate.

As he slowly rubbed his cock he wondered if he’d inspired his brother to do the same. He spit on his hand and the wonderful tingle spread through his body has he rubbed the head of his penis. He imagined Zelena lying in front of him with her legs spread.

He imagined what the hole between her legs looked like. He’d seen pictures and as he rubbed himself he visualized her red hole, her pretty face, her body with two soft, mounded breasts. With these visions flashing through his mind he stifled a gasp as he shot his sperm into his handkerchief. Content, he fell asleep.

Next day Zelena helped clean up the dining area while Emma told her how the small restaurant was run. She also made an appointment for Zelena to see a doctor and get put on the pill. She didn’t mind that Vlad was going to fuck her, she had her own affairs, and was really rather glad that he was keeping it in the family.

During the afternoon break they had a cup of tea and Emma asked Zelena if she knew what an escort did. Zelena admitted she’d have to have sex with strange men, and be paid for it.

“It’s really sort of a high class whore, y’know. It pays pretty good, but you have to be careful. I’ve done a bit of that myself, I was a prosty for a while, and still have a couple of customer I see from time to time.

“You? Whore?” Zelena was astounded. She never imagined Emma, who looked just like an ordinary, but attractive, English house wife, would be a prostitute.

“Oo, don’t say whore, dear. That’s doesn’t sound nice. Prostitute is okay, escort is nice, but I just say prosty, that covers it.”

“I not know you do that. Uncle Vlad say okay? He no worry you fuck other men?”

“Your uncle, as you know from last night, does who he wants.” Emma said testily. “So do I. I fuck who I want. But when we started the restaurant we needed the money, so I went on the game to help pay the bills.”

“You no mind Uncle Vlad fuck me?”

“Not a bit deary, I hope you enjoyed it.”

They went on to discuss what Zelena should wear as a waitress, and how she should react to customers. She should wear a short skirt, heels if she had them, at least at dinner time. Not to react if a man touched her, that could get her a big tip. When she was cleaning tables or whatever, to give men a look up her skirt, that was often good for a tip.

But if a man made her an offer she’d have to go to his place, no mucking about on the premises. She should be careful though; there were some bad characters in Soho. Pimps were always on the look out for girls, especially young foreign girls.

So next day she started work, and because there might be a language problem she should have the customers order by number, or point to the item. The first day went well. She made no mistakes, and only felt one man touch her on the bottom, and he left her a nice tip.

She was tired when she went up to bed, and had just dropped off to sleep when the hatch was raised. Uncle Vlad, she thought, and just didn’t feel like anal sex and hoped he’d settle for a blowjob.

But she was wrong! It was her cousin John who came over to her bed.

“Hi Zelly,” he said.

“John, what you do here?” She smiled at him.

“I thought I’d like to talk to you Zelly.”

Of course she knew what he wanted, and said: “What you want talk Jacko? You want talk fucking? I no can do unless you have condom, anyway you my cousin and you too young fuck me.”

“I’m nearly as old as you Zelly. And I know you let my dad fuck you a couple of nights ago.”

“You a bad boy, like you daddy, Jacko. How you know you daddy fuck me?”

“I saw him come up and heard you two bumping.”

“You bad boy, listening. You daddy fuck me special way, no can make baby that way. I give you blowjob, okay?”

“I want to fuck you in that special way too.”

“You too young fuck that way. Maybe some day. Tonight I give you blowjob.”

For John this had all gone too easily, but a blowjob from a pretty girl, how could he refuse? He took off his pajama bottoms and lay down beside Zelena as she threw back the covers for him. She took his already hard cock in her hand, rubbed it a little then said:

“You got nice cock Jacko,” And took it in her mouth and started to work on it with her tongue while she sucked it.

“Oh Zelly, oh shit. That feels so good.” He was on the point of ejaculating right away.

In less than five minutes Zelena felt his sperm hit the back of her throat, and,

“Um..um..um…..ummmm.” She grunted as she swallowed it.

After a few moments more she felt his penis start to soften, and with one good long suck she took it out of her mouth,

“Jacko, you got lots good stuff there. You make lots babies with that.” She said with a smile.

This was the most wonderful thing John had ever experienced, but reluctantly he put his trousers back on, kissed Zelena goodnight, and went back down the ladder.

Next day as Zelena was working the lunch shift a big man came and sat at one of her tables. He muttered something to her in what seemed to be Russian but which she didn’t understand. He was tall and heavy with a very rough, gruff exterior.

Zelena presented the menu to him, and while he looked at it his hand slid up under her skirt and between her legs. When he reached her panties he stopped, pulled his hand away and shouted:

“Vladmir!”

Uncle Vlad appeared, and after a very brief consultation, again in Russian, Uncle Vlad turned to her and said quietly:

“Go and take your knickers off and come back for mister Vili’s order.”

Surprised, Zelena went back to the kitchen and pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties off. The cook watched bemused.

“Mister Vili, eh?”

“I think, yes.” Zelena replied.

“You’ll learn.” The cook said. “Mister Vili is special.”

When she got back to the table she started to take the man’s order, and felt his hand creep up between her legs and start to fondle her vagina. This was difficult for her to handle, but she managed to get the order and his hand withdrew. The man ate slowly and left an extra large tip.

It appeared that”Vili” was short for an unpronounceable Georgian name, and that he was in a lot of business in Soho, most illegal, but a good man to know.

She was now on the pill, and the next night was visited by Uncle Vlad, who appeared just after she’d showered and gone up to bed.

The hatch opened as she got into bed and he climbed up and took off his bathrobe, which was all he had on.

“Take off your night gown Zelly, my love.”

She got up and did as he told her, but before she could lie down again he had her in his arms. Here was a muscular man, naked, holding her in his arms and she loved it. She felt his hard penis sticking into her lower belly as it stuck straight out. The hair on his chest tickled and stimulated her nipples, and she felt a warm tingle in her vagina.

He kissed her and kissed her, then lowered his head to her breasts and they fell over on the bed together. He kissed and sucked her breasts; her nipples and his hand caressed her body; her belly; her mound. Then found the groove between her legs, all the time sucking, kissing.

He lowered his head, kissing her stomach, then her vulva, then he opened her labia using only his tongue and started to lick, and lick, and lick. His tongue penetrated her vagina, her anus, finally arriving at her clitoris. She sighed deeply and groaned in ecstasy. This felt so good he could do anything with her.

Then he raised his head and kissed her again. She tasted her own juice and wasn’t sure if she liked it, but anything he did was good at this point. She opened her legs, opened them wide, and felt his hard, hard penis slide into her sopping wet orifice.

“Aaaaah, da..da..yes….Uncle Vlad.” Mixing her languages in her joy.

Vlad gave Zelena a hard, good fucking. She thought she reached an orgasm, but the whole thing was so stimulating, almost violent, that she was limp and sweating when it was over.

“Thank you my love, my little niece, that was perfect. As long as you stay with us we’ll fuck once a week. Sometimes I’ll fuck your cunt, when I feel like it I’ll fuck your arse. Okay?”

“Yes Uncle Vlad. In you house, you have what you want. I like tonight. Good! Good!”

They kissed and he left.

Zelena was getting used to being a waitress, and was picking up English quickly. She loved talking to the customers and the customers liked her. Some of them tried to pick her up, but until she knew her way around better she put them off.

One of them looked interesting, however. He handed her a note which Emma read for her. He was an artist and photographer, and the note asked if she’d pose for him. She’d think about that one.

One evening after the restaurant closed John told her he was coming up to see her. She tried to put him off because she was tired, put as soon as she was in her little attic room but hadn’t yet undressed the hatch raised and he appeared.

“No, not yet, I shower first.” She protested.

“Don’t worry about a shower, take a shower after I leave.” He told her.

Poor John was so horny a little odor wasn’t going to get in his way. He took Zelena in his arms and started to kiss her while he unbuttoned her blouse. She was dressed in heels and stockings as Emma and Uncle Vlad had asked her to, and she looked very sexy to him.

He soon had her bra off and he was kissing her naked breast. As tired as she was Zelena was loving it, and when his hand went under her skirt she spread her legs for him. He pushed her back on to her bed, but she protested:

“No, Jacko, no. My skirt, you make mess.”

He backed off as she took of her black skirt, and was going to take off her stockings, but he told her to leave them off, and moved on her again. The sight of her naked except for stockings and high heels was extremely inspiring to him. He gazed at her lovely legs with the small triangle of pubic hair at the top where they met, and nestled in the tangle of hair the pink line of her pubic lips.

He kissed her breasts, her belly, and as he got close to her vagina the smell of sex and sweat emanating from between her legs made his heart pound. But he wasn’t ready to go there yet. His fingers slipped down the slit and found her clitoris, and she gasped when he touched it.

He rubbed her with his fingers, and penetrated her vagina with his fingers until she moaned with pleasure, then he moved on top of her and his hard cock started to penetrate her wet vagina.

“Oh Jacko, Jacko. Ooooooh. So nice fuck.” She groaned.

Soon John was fucking her, at first slowly, steadily, then it was fast, hard and deep. He couldn’t keep it up for long and soon shot his load of sperm into her. It was good but over too quickly, although she was really too tired for a long session of fucking.

She held him in her arms and between her legs and started to doze off.

She woke with a start. “I tired Jacko. That good quick fuck, now I sleep.”

After Zelena released him John pulled his pajama trousers back on then kissed her.

“I love you Zelly. That was good, good good.”

“Everyone love Zelly.” She whispered. “Everyone want fuck Zelly, fill her with baby-stuff. Goodnight Jacko.”

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