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Chapter 67 – Two Yanas.
We both got back to the car and unfortunately I had to unlock it the old fashioned way. Using the key in each door. I unlocked the passenger door first and let Yana get in, before going around to the other side and doing the same. I then put the key in the ignition, which was in the middle of the burred walnut dashboard.
“Good, now car is running. I can do this.” Yana exclaimed before leaning over towards me, in the restricted confines of the triumph. She grabbed me the head, placing a hand on each side of my head and then she leaned across and passionately kissed me. Her tongue invading my mouth and entwining itself with mine. We let the car warm up as Yana and I ‘Warmed up’ before going to the Dressmart.
We drove the 10 minutes to Dressmart, Which was quicker than we both anticipated due to Wellington’s compact size.
We stopped at a McDonalds on the way. Because they had been advertising a special burger that had piqued Yana’s interest. A ‘Kiwi burger.’ A burger they still have occasionally to this day. It was basically a quarter pounder with cheese, except as well as the Lettuce and cheese it also had tomato, beetroot and a fried egg.
We ordered and I waited for the order to be made. Yana went to the bathroom. The food came and I was still waiting, so I went and sat down at the table. Yana came out a few minutes later.
“I thought you had fallen down?” I sarcastically said as she sat down.
“Nyet I was busy.” Yana said.
“Busy?” I quizzingly asked.
“Da, I came.” Yana matter of factly said.
“What! Again?” I asked stunned.
“Da, I know you made me cum, but as soon as I started peeing. I also came. Lately I am so horny, I cum four or five times a day.” Yana said.
“Really?” I asked.
“Da and it’s your fault. You made me pregnant.” Yana teasingly growled at me.
“ha, only half my fault. Now let’s eat. You make me hungy.” I teased.
“Do I?” Yana asked.
“Yes.” I said as I started to eat. As we ate we had a quick conversation in Russian. Much to the chagrin of the young couple seated next to us.
They were maybe early twenties, European.
“Jesus Christ, we speak English in this country. All the Da’s and Nyets it’s like being at a Red Alert convention. And to make it worse she’s bloody expecting. More damned foreigners in this country.” The male verbalised.
Yana was getting upset, I told her to just eat up and don’t rise to it. That’s what he wanted.
Yana and I kept eating.
And he kept spouting off. Until surprisingly I rose to the moment.
“Look, you’re entitled to your opinions. But the whole place doesn’t need to hear them. And for your information I’m a New Zealander.” I defiantly said. It would have worked except for my accent. I had long since picked up an English accent, and was frequently asked whereabouts in England I was from. Most often sounding like an east Londoner.
This only intensified his teasing calling me a ‘bloody pom.’ It was clear he had some issues. The next few minutes were tense as he continued ‘ expressing his opinions.’ Yana was getting visibly upset. Until two cops who were on their lunch break intervened. And advised the man to quieten down and move along. He reluctantly ate up and moved along.
“That was close.” I said.
“Da, I was half expecting you and him to have a fight. You are my hero, my prince. Or did some of the police rub off on you?” Yana teased.
“Yes but it didn’t help that I speak with a somewhat English accent.” I said back.
“Yes why is that?” Yana queried.
“Well even though I was born here, my parents both have English/Irish accents. And It’s just sort of passed down. And in my case it’s stuck.” I explained.
“Yes like Svetlana said. When you speak Russian, you sound a bit coarse, but you have a slight St Petersburg accent.” Yana said.
“Probably because of my incredible teacher. Now finish up and we’ll get going.” I teased her.
We finished up and then we went across the road to Dressmart, spending hours there, and getting a lot of maternity clothes. I mean a lot, two shopping trolleys full of Maternity clothes, baby clothes, some clothes for me.
Because it was nearing summer, they had a lot of winter clothes very cheap. Yana finding a navy woollen coat. Saying I will need it for the honeymoon. ( Russian Winter.)
We left just on the mall’s closing time of 5pm and loaded up the car, before heading back to my aunt’s place.
On the way, Yana rang Vicky and asked if there was anything we could bring home for dinner. She said not really, only if we wanted.
Yana made me stop at the local Pizza Hut. As we waited in the car, we discussed Yana’s namesake. My Yana admitting she found her namesake abit odd. But wanted to get my opinion.
I just said she was okay.
“Are you sure, because when I came into the room. You were hard.” Yana said.
I went quiet. My Yana had noticed.
“It’s okay if she give you hard on. We aren’t married and I know you are mine. bağcılar escort But if you want to fuck her. I’ll let you. But only on condition.” Yana explained.
“What condition is that?” I asked. Taken aback by Yana’s attitude.
“You can fuck her, but only, and only if you let me watch as you destroy her half breed pussy and ass. Or you let me join in. I am interested in what a Eurasian looks like underneath.” Yana explained before leaning across and kissing me. Again I was surprised by her attitude.
“Better go get foods.” Yana said as the person who had ordered before us left the pizzeria. She nudged my neck, kissed me on my neck just under my ear, sucked my skin in that area and then sunk her teeth not my neck. Actually drawing a fair amount of blood.
“Just so you know and that Eurasian slut knows, who you belong to.” Yana said before exiting the car.
She arrived back a few minutes later, I spent the time trying to comprehend what my Yana was saying. Did she mean that I could fuck the other Yana? Could I only fuck her if my Yana watched? Would it be a kind of reverse cuckold situation? The whole time my neck bled. At one stage I was sure it would need a dressing of some kind.
Yana got back and nursed the three pizzas and the sides on her lap. Her right hand assumed it’s normal position on the upper inside of my left thigh. We drove back to Aunt Victoria’s.
“I meant it you know. You can fuck my namesake as long as one of the two conditions is met.” Yana reiterated.
“Yes Yana, and I find it surprising. But why?” I casually asked.
“You ask why? Well a few reasons. One, I love you very much and I would rather know you are fucking someone else than not know. Two, I know the other Yana, wants to fuck you, she wants to be impaled on your manhood. A girl can tell. Three I have something she wants, so it gives me a sense of power over her. So tonight lets both chat her up and take her to bed. You can impale her and split her little Eurasian pussy in many, many pieces and then do it to her ass. Plus you are most probably interested as am I in what a half European/ half Asian pussy, looks, feels and tastes like. I know there is some difference between ours and Grace’s. When I say ours I mean, mine, Penny’s, your mother’s Svetlana’s, Galina’s and Brandi’s. So I am curious.” Yana confessed.
I didn’t know what to say. But Yana had said it very matter of factly and her right hand had left its usual spot and was rubbing my cock through my pants as I drove. We arrived home and my cock was almost fully awake, say 90% awake. Much to Yana’s delight.
We parked in Vicky’s garage and I helped Yana get out before going upstairs to set the dinner up.
“Oh hello. You brought pizza. And did you know Yana your husband has brought something else?” Vicky said teasingly as she looked at my bulge.
“Da. I am responsible for it.” Yana matter of factly replied.
“Well Yana, you are a very lucky lady. Now does someone want to go and tell the other Yana dinner’s ready?” Vicky said.
“Da, I will go.” Yana said and then she took off at a million miles an hour back downstairs. To go and get her namesake.
My Yana was gone for an inordinate amount of time. Taking longer than it would normally take to tell someone that dinner was ready.
When they both returned upstairs for dinner, both Yana’s were surprisingly coy about why it had taken so long. But Yana No 2 seemed to be blushing.
We ate dinner and just made small talk; the usual cross table talk. Yana taking great detail in telling the other Yana and my aunt about me dressing up at the Police Museum. Unusually with four Russian speakers around the table. Two of them native speakers the whole conversation was in English. Maybe because of Vicky’s house rule of no Russian when English speakers were present.
Then when we had eaten through the pizza meal. Vicky made an excuse to leave the room and do some principal work for Monday.
Yana made an excuse that being pregnant and it being my fault she needed a nap. Yana No2 cleared away the dishes. And My Yana used the opportunity to elaborate on why it had taken so long.
Yana leaned in close to me.
“I discussed what we talked about, she is keen. She knows how big you are. And she hasn’t had any cock for six months. So she is okay for me to watch or for me to join in. Apparently being watched turns her on. So I will sleep and will you have shower. Then she will spy on you, so leave the door open but not obviously open. Then she will go downstairs to her bed and wait for you. And I will magically catch you. That is the plan.” Yana explained.
“Oh.” I replied.
“Yes and she has never the delight of someone as big as you in her. Or anyone in her ass. So get a hard on while you are in the shower okay?” Yana said.
“I can try.” I replied.
“OK I will say I need a nap because I am pregnant and it’s all your fault. Then you tell her you’re going for a shower and we will bahçelievler escort take it from there.” Yana whispered.
“Privet, Yana Nomer dva, ya prosto sobirayus’ vzdremnut’. YA ustala, potomu chto ya beremenna i vo vsem vinovata odna. Uvidimsya pozzhe.” (Hello, Yana Number two, I am just going for a nap. I am tired because I am pregnant and all this one’s fault. I shall see you later.) Yana said in a non-committal way.
“Okay Yana, have a good snooze. I am so jealous that you are engaged and pregnant. Oh when is my prince charming going to come?” Yana No 2 replied ending with a sigh. Yana walked off to the ‘bedroom.’
“Well you never know; it will happen one day. I didn’t expect to end up with my Yana. I wasn’t even looking. But we just found each other and the rest as they say is history. So what do you do at the embassy?” I said.
Yana No 2 came and sat next to me.
“I am the cultural affairs attaché. I look after matters that pertain to culture and education. That’s why I am in charge of the displaying of the artworks in the gallery. Yes I may find a man but in my line of work. It can be difficult.” Yana No 2 mentioned.
“How so?” I quizzed her, as Yana No 2 slid closer to me.
“How you say it? Most men are either the gay or are too old. Plus I am liable to be the moved every so often. And if I get married I have to resign from the foreign service.” Yana No 2 said slightly sad.
“Well a man might be just around the corner.” I said trying to cheer her up.
“Ha, typical westerner, always so confident.” Yana No 2 said with a slight giggle.
“And on that note I am feeling rather ‘Sticky’ so I might go and have a shower.” I said getting up. Much to Yana No 2’s chagrin
I quietly and slid away to the bathroom, hiding my burgeoning hard on. I didn’t want Yana No 2 to know what was planned for us this evening.
I walked to the bathroom. Walking past the room Yana and I were staying in. I glanced in and found Yana sitting cross legged on the bed in sexy lingerie.
I poked my head around the doorway.
“Who’s benefit is that for? Mine or Yana’s?” I cheekily asked.
“Ha, might be for both of you, or none of you, or you or just her. Or maybe it’s for my benefit. Can’t a woman dress sexy for no particular reason?” Yana replied.
“Sorry I asked. But you are quite sexy.” I said.
“Thank you darlink. What you think?” Yana asked.
I looked at Yana. Her long blond hair was down. She was wearing a bra and panties set. Which was black and red. Black with red lace highlights. And a pair of black high heels. The cups on the bra were plunging.
“Hmm are they new? And is that G-string? And you want a mark out of ten?” I asked sarcastically.
“To answer you. Da, Da and Da.” Yana answered.
“Out of ten? I would have to say one.” I said. Which brought a scowl out of Yana.
“Sorry did I say one? I meant One Hundred.” I quickly corrected.
“Ha that is better, and I know you were only joking.” Yana replied teasingly.
“Do You? Now I better be off. But before I go have a look.” I said as I unzipped myself.
“Gospodi, ty vzvolnovan, ne tak li?” ( Jesus, You are excited aren’t you?) Yana exclaimed as she saw my full hardness.
“Yes and you are used to it, imagine what your namesake is going to think.” I teased and then continued on my way.
I walked into the bathroom, which was two doorways down, I entered and turned on the shower, thinking may as well as have one anyway. I quickly stripped off, I tested the temperature and then got in. Leaving my clothes in a small heap on the floor and leaving the bathroom door open and the shower curtain partly open.
My cock was already hard. I went through the motions of soaping then I became aware of a small shadow in the doorway. I had a quick furtive glance through the curtain.
Yes it was just as I thought, Yana No 2 watching me. I let her watch me for a little while longer and then turned so the outline of my hardness could be seen in profile through the curation.
I could hear a quiet exclamation in Russian and then I started to soap it up. Running my hand up and down along its length. Each stroke seemingly accompanied by more exclamations in Russian. I soaped up my cock and pubic area vigoursly, lathering up the soap to get it all foamy and bubbly. Before rinsing it clean and repeating the process. All the while, I was aware of two beady eastern European eyes gazing at me and watching every movement intently.
When I gave my cock ad small twitch and it jumped up and down seemingly with a mind of its own, I heard a small ‘Whoa.’ Followed by an exclamation of ‘Dermo’ or Russian for shit. As Yana No 2 seemingly couldn’t contain herself. I did it again and heard a loud gasp of surprise.
“Is that you Yana?” I innocently cried out, to give the impression that I was expecting MY Yana. The result was the shadow moved away and out the door.
So THAT Yana knows she’s been rumbled. I şirinevler escort thought. I quietly got leaving the shower running. ‘Sorry Aunty a few more dollars on your water bill.’ I thought then I remembered that unlike Auckland, Wellington didn’t pay water bills.
I quickly wrapped a towel loosely around my waist. Still dripping wet and with soap still clinging to my body. I stepped out and walked next door into the guest room.
“Hello Hubby.” Yana said.
“Well she saw.” I replied.
“Da, I saw her hurry past, she thought I was asleep but I have been laying here giving the impression I was asleep but I had one eye open.” Yana explained as she sat up on the edge of the bed.
“Oh you sneaky cow.” I cheekily said back.
“Ha. Moo, Moo.” Yana teased.
“Well she saw you I could hear what she was saying. She was shall we say impressed by your manhood. But I have to admit, looking at it so am I.” Yana said saucily as she looked at my groin.
“You want a better look?” I said as I took the towel off and a couple of steps closer, my engorged hardness seemingly pointing the way, swaying from side to side with each step I took.
“Oh, Jesus are getting bigger? I mean I am used to your size, but it looks bigger?” Yana said with a tone of amazement to her voice.
“Maybe it’s the warm water?” I quipped.
“Hmm or maybe you are so stimulated by the thought of fucking my namesake?” Yana said in a tone that was part tease, part angry.
“Far from it. You know you are my only one.” I said back.
“Yes I know you are, my love. And I know that when you fuck, your mother, or Penny or Grace. I know I have your heart. They have your dick. But when we marry it stops. I take marriage seriously.” Yana said in a matter of fact almost threatening manner.
“Oh not worry I have been promised by many that if I hurt you what is going to happen to me.” I replied back. I found that Yana at times was sometime conflicting with herself. Most people had the image of her as being an empty air-headed Naïve, blond Disney type princess. But at times she could show that she had a serious, intelligent mature side.
“Good. I don’t want to raise Yuri and Gregory as a solo mum.” Yana said.
“Solo? I thought you didn’t believe in divorce?” I said.
“Oh I won’t divorce you. But if have relations with another woman after the wedding. I won’t divorce you. I won’t be a divorcee; I will be a widow.” Yana said.
“Oh.” I replied after having a small gulp.
“Now let’s go at see what that Urals slut is up to shall we?” Yana said winking and getting up. Reaching out to get a robe. I took her in my hand.
“You better put your towel back on at least my love.” Yana said. I put the towel over my cock, my hardness supporting it like a towel hook.
“Impressive but let’s go.” Yana said seductively with a twinkle in her eyes. She took me by the hand and led me out of the bedroom, stopping by the doorway so she take my towel off and then wrapped her hand around my cock, leading me downstairs to the other Yana’s bedroom downstairs.
We went downstairs and into the other Yana’s living area. No sign of her. Yana led me around the downstairs by my cock. We reached the other Yana’s bedroom. My Yana looked around the door and then brought her head back around and we moved two paces away.
“She is on her bed, rubbing herself. And I can say from what I see she definitely has an Asian pussy. All smallish and hairy. A lot like Grace’s. Wait here while I ‘confront’ her.” Yana whispered the confronted said with inverted commas by her hands.
I nodded and then Yana leaned forward and kissed me before creeping into the others Yana’s room.
She was gone for a while. I just stood there, tugging myself. Partly to keep myself hard. Partly out of anticipation as to what was going to happen. Was I going to have two Russian pussies with the same name at the sametime? Was I going to pound Yana No 2 while Yana No 1 watched?
I didn’t know.
“I don’t know what you two are doing but I can see you, you know.” Came a voice from behind me. It was Vicky.
“Ah Hello Vicky.” I stammered.
“Oh I saw you and Yana walk past me and I need something from the garage. So I followed you down. Are you going to fuck the other Yana? Oh you stud. But just remember if you or your Yana want to make it a foursome you know where I am.” Vicky softly said to me as she wrapped her hand around my body and took over from my hand tugging my cock.
“Ah we’ll bear that in mind.” I softly said.
“good but it looks like your beloved is coming.” Vicky said as we both noticed a shadow moving towards Yana No 2’s bedroom doorway.
Yana rounded the doorway.
“Hello Yana, fancy meeting you here.” Vicky teasingly said.
“Da, you too.” Yana replied.
“Well, have fun.” Vicky said as she stopped tugging me and moved away.
Yana moved in closer to me.
“And?” I questioned.
“Da, she is all good to have you in her. She hasn’t had anything in her in months. And she was dead keen. She has an Asian type of pussy. All small and hairy. And she has been rubbing it furiously, since seeing you. And I have to say she didn’t take a lot of convincing.” Yana explained.
“Oh.” I sort of half committed.
“Now go and destroy that Yekaterinburg pussy.” Yana demanded.
“Are you joining in or watching?” I enquired.
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