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She pulled away from me with hesitation, her eyes still closed from our kiss, her blonde braid snaking out from under the fur cap as seductive as always. I looked down at her blue outfit secured up to her neck, her fine breasts pinned in a bra and corset underneath it, and regretted we had no time to set them free for a little relaxation. She opened her blue eyes and leaned in to whisper in her delicious Russian, “Later, when the party is in full swing, we’ll meet outside a few times…when our guests won’t miss us.” As she had urged me to hold off the last three nights, I was overjoyed at the news. Just then Lyudmila’s younger sister Marina came in. She smiled and said, “Pyervye proshli,” ‘the first guests have arrived.’ As I was Santa Claus, she had agreed to be my right-hand elf and had dressed the part beautifully, grass green outfit and cap with her blonde hair in braids down her back. The oldest sister, Nadezhda, peeked in, the cat’s ears on her head as cute as a button, and added in English, “They look like geeks bearing gifts. Beware!”We laughed as she twirled her blonde braid nonchalantly and smiled unreadably at me possibly a little too long for a sister-in-law and marched back out as the doorbell rang. I said, “Dr. Elf, in position,” and she saluted, “Das, gosudar’.”Lyudmila laughed as I frowned at her, “You know this is a democratic household.”“Yes, and every democracy has a head of state,” and marched out with a quick smile.I turned to Lyudmila and said, “Your sister is horrible.”“You know you love the attention.”“Nonetheless,” and she laughed quickly as I continued after a pause, “she perhaps spent too long in the army.”“And she follows your orders implicitly, General.”“Not you too.”She smiled and brushed her fingertips along my jaw as she walked past me, “And besides, you follow my orders every night, so really, General, I’m the head of state here.”I had worried greatly when Lyudmila agreed immediately on hearing that they had gotten visas to let them live with us as long as they wanted and she wanted, and finally said in essence that I could suck it up and deal with it. The company didn’t bother me in the least, as all three were scholars from a scholarly family, highly accomplished with doctorates by their mid-twenties, but the thought of having to live with all three of them filled me with trepidation.Nadezhda I had met first. I had met any number of russkiye blondinki by that time, many offering themselves to me freely in obviously mercenary fashion, reacting happily to an American able to get them out of the country, in essence, and fluent in Russian to boot. Nadezhda, however, had looked askance at me as we Pendik escort worked together, assistant lab chief assigned to the outside consultant, as frosty as the winter we met, though with spring she too thawed to me. In a fine romance that never passed beyond deep kisses, she had made what might be considered a mistake by some and invited me over when her sisters visited her one month. Marina had soon started mooning over me, while Lyudmila quickly stole my heart. Stealing hers took longer, and it was only two nights before they returned home that she seduced me, causing, I was told, a horrible explosion the next day that was barely patched over by the time we married a year later.Our meeting at the airport was indeed as fraught with tension as I had feared, but after the first evening, when Lyudmila, as she put it later in English, “put the fear of someone rather godlike into them,” the atmosphere cleared and most evenings the conversation was as lively as the first two weeks we spent time together. Now that two months had passed, we were ready to open our new household to something resembling the public. Lyudmila, of course, would be Snegurochka, the Snow Maiden, while as an American Santa Claus seemed much more appropriate as her attendant than her usual companion, who was in legend an old man and her grandfather to boot; the other costumes soon fell into place. As we checked our outfits that evening, I asked Marina, “So is she Snegurochka or Snegurka?”Being a folklorist, she immediately answered, “She’s Snezhevinochka, the prototypical figure. Keep her away from fire,” and then gave us a short disquisition as fascinating as always. “A snow girl come to life, and she melted when she jumped over a fire with the other girls. Very new folklore, actually, nineteenth century. Might have been inspired by German folk tales, or German tales pretending to be folktales.”I went in and greeted our first guests, who were indeed among the geekiest set to arrive. After two hours of food and booze, the guests had broken up into pairs and trios to chat, and Lyudmila met me at the back door. “Behind the shed, three minutes.” She rushed out, and I followed after at exactly the appointed time. The space behind the shed was in complete darkness; the Moon was new and unrisen, and no lights from the back of the house made it even as far as the shed. I could just see her profile against the snow beyond, barely visible in the murk, and as I reached her, she took me in her arms and whispered, “I’ve been a very good little girl, Santa; do you have a package for me?”She reached down to my crotch and smiled against Beykoz escort bayan my lips, “Oh, such a big package too!” As she unzipped me, I reached down to find her skirt already lifted to her waist, no panties greeting my fingers, just the gates to paradise already wide open and welcoming. “Come down my chimney, Santa,” she giggled, and as I thrust forward, she whispered in Russian, “I’m so close.”She gripped me tightly as I plunged into her, and as she lifted her right leg, I caressed the outside of her perfect thigh. She held me tightly and thrust back as vigorously as she had ever done, and with a groan, she climaxed around me. I held off, knowing what she needed, and rode out two more waves. When she reached her usual fourth, I thrust upwards into her and joined her in the closest union of man and woman as I pulsed deep inside her spasming belly.As we held each other, she whispered, “Every hour on the hour, same place.”“Das, gosudar’.”She giggled, “The General might get a few new medals.” She pushed me away and let her skirt slip down. “I’ll go first. You follow in three minutes. Wash up and join the party.”I leaned back in warm relaxation, and a few minutes later followed. Marina was in the kitchen and smiled happily when she saw me, no trace of jealousy on her face, which surprised me pleasantly. She said saucily with sparkling green eyes, “There are some cultures in which the winter solstice is celebrated by coupling in the wilderness.”“A fine custom.”“Some say the number of times the woman climaxes foretells the yield of the crops.”“We’re into money then.”She grinned evilly, “So I would expect. Others say it’s the strength of the man’s climax.”She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I winked, “We’ll need our own accountant then.”She grinned and returned to the living room. I washed up and joined them, and when it was time, I saw Lyudmila had gone to the kitchen after pointing at her watch. I was eager to join her, but Nadezhda offered me a drink and a toast. After we toasted, she raised one eyebrow and winked with her other eye, a quirk she loved to work to full, surprising, charming advantage, and drew attention to herself as I edged my way to the kitchen.I quickly followed the path to the shed and the blessed darkness beyond it, and as Lyudmila took me in her arms, she whispered, “Love me a long time this time.” Again she undid my outfit and sucked on my neck as my throbbing cock filled her hand. I reached down to feel her, and she whispered, “Yes, love, rub me.” Her lips were wet under my fingers as I caressed her gently, and her other lips kissed mine passionately as Escort Cevizli she sucked my tongue into her mouth and then shoved hers into my mouth, devouring me as I began fingering her quickly.She suddenly climaxed, her cunt tightening hard around my fingers, and I pulled my hand away and thrust into her fast and hard. Buried inside her as she climaxed, I started moving when she had caught her breath, and she clung to me breathlessly as I ravished her. She built to a massive single climax, so unlike her, that drained both of us, and she whispered, “You left your seed so deep inside me, at the mouth to my womb.” I was taken aback yet deeply satisfied at the same time. We kissed once more as I fondled her breasts through her dress, and then she pulled away and whispered, “Wait a while. We don’t want to make anyone too jealous.”Three minutes later I entered the kitchen, where Nadezhda smiled at me and handed me a drink. “Lyudmila said you’d need this.” She sashayed out of the kitchen with a quick backward glance and smiled at me when I entered the living room again after washing up. As usual, no one else had even noticed my absence, deep in talk and music, dancing here and disappearing for a smooch there. I circulated again, eager for the next hour to pass, and at five till I again saw Lyudmila edging her way to the kitchen; Marina put on a new disc and turned it up a little, and as people turned to the jazz, I saw Lyudmila disappear again. After five minutes I did the same, soon meeting her again. We kissed deeply, and she whispered, “Like our first kiss. Hold my breasts.”She pulled my hand inside her blouse and felt her erect nipples through her bra, my caresses making her shudder, and after three minutes or so she whispered, “Love me the other way. I washed for you.”I knelt in the snow and lifted her skirt. Her hairs enveloped my nose as I started sucking, and she held me in place as she tilted this way and that, circling her hips under my tongue. Her juices flowed freely and filled my mouth when she came, then she pulled me to my feet and said roughly, “Yebi menya,” fuck me. I thrust hard against her as she fucked me wildly, and her first climax arrived in a minute. The next followed two minutes later, a short, sharp one, and she shuddered against me as I rode her smoothly. I had never felt her on fire like that and was determined to make it last. She climaxed twice more, long pulsing waves that battered me like the surf, and she whispered, “Give me your seed, deep inside me, enjoy every centimeter of me.” I did as ordered and held her by the hips as I pummeled her cunt, and she gasped as I moaned, my sperm pumping hard into her. She whispered, “Yes, perfect,” and kissed me and left. I leaned against the shed to keep from falling into the snow and looked out over the dark, snow-covered Kansas plains that all three of them loved as much as I did, only visible as a space less black than the star-filled sky above it.
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