21 comments/ 162689 views/ 38 favorites Katarina By: woody_strokem "So what kind of name is 'Katarina'?" I asked my roommate. "What do you mean, 'what kind of name is Katarina?'" replied Katarina tartly. "I dunno, just seems kind of exotic..." I said. "Could I ask you a favor?" said Katarina. "Would you mind just not talking to me for the rest of the night? I have a lot of homework to do." I stared at her from my bunk, narrowing my eyes and shaking my head. How did I get stuck living with a such a bitch--a woman no less! Would my entire first year be like this? Would I constantly be getting the short end of the stick? I turned back to my physics textbook and tried to concentrate on my own homework. To hell with trying to make friends with her. "It's Russian," she said finally without looking up from her book. Katarina In the Mud Please feel free to email me with correct translations of the foreign language in this story, whilst it is loosely based on fact, it is largely a work of fiction. Katarina was one of those things that just happen. This is not the story to read if you want a quick jerk off story, this is a paced and painstakingly narrated story, if you want to really know the characters before they have sex, read on! I have a friend who is into offroad driving in a big way; he has his own offroad-racing vehicle, which is based on a short wheelbase Landrover and he asked me to navigate for him at a national event he was going to with his club. I’m a pretty experienced navigator, I know my way round a set of pace notes from co-driving a national tarmac rally championship car, but this was going to be my first off road competition, it was going to be a challenge as you get bashed around a lot. We met up with a few members of the club first thing in the morning and drove up as a convoy, the idea being to meet the remaining few there as they were on their way there from an event the previous week. Scrutineering, the process of checking each vehicle for adherence to the rules was on Friday afternoon and we arrived just as it was starting and we were able to drive the competition vehicle straight out of the trailer and straight in to scrutineering. We had spent the best part of the previous week preparing the vehicle so it was no surprise it passed with flying colours and we could get the mobile workshop set up, and the tents erected. I was just about to put the finishing touches to my tent when I was interrupted by one of the club guys yelling “ Rob and Katarina are here” My ears pricked up; I thought this was going to be a ‘boys weekend’, no one had mentioned Katarina coming. The arrival of a girl had added a new dimension of interest. I made my way over to the vehicle that had just pulled up. I knew Rob was doing the off road circuit big time this year, Rob had taken a sabbatical from his job as an IT security expert for a big banking corporation, who also sponsored him, but I thought Katarina was holding the fort at home, not joining in as well! Let me just explain why this is such a big deal; Katarina was a spoken about a great deal within the club, I’d never met her, but other girls spoke about her with a mixture of jealousy and awe and the guys just plain lusted after her. Two things about her seemed to fuel the legend; her incredible beauty and her ice-maiden like attitude to proposals! Anyone who knows me will tell you that I like a challenge, and from the talk within the club I was going to struggle to get a kiss from this beautiful ice maiden. I wandered over to see what all the fuss was about, but it didn’t take long before I noticed Katarina, the rumours were not wrong, she was stunning! The world kind of fell away as I just leant against the Landrover they had arrived in and watched her. She was about 5’5” and ash blonde with a slightly elongated heart shaped face; she was wearing a Musto thermal roll-neck which was not doing anything to disguise the fact that she was absolutely stacked, if I had to guess I would have put her chest at about a 34d or e, she was busty, but everything was obviously exactly where it should be, there was no hint of sag at all! Following her figure down she had curves to die for; perfectly proportioned hips, and a board flat stomach, she had to work out! She was wearing a pair of tight skiing salopettes – practical given the muddy field, and a pair of walking boots. The salopettes accentuated her curves and showed off her ass to great effect, it was possibly the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen and I knew then I had to get hold of it somehow, even if it meant a drunken grope and getting a slap! My friend came and found me, and noticed my far away expression; “She has that effect on everyone, you’ll get over it – let me introduce you.” I walked across to her in a bit of a daze. I was introduced to her and she replied “Pleased to meet you.” In a very polite fashion – but in a distinct accent, an accent I knew well. Damn, the girl wasn’t English – she was Croatian – or at least from the Adriatic coast area of Yugoslavia. I spent a lot of time there on holiday, and also worked there briefly, I knew enough of her language to hold a conversation with her… “ Dobro Dan, Drago mi je” I introduced my self by saying, in the same formal tone she had employed ‘good afternoon, nice to meet you?’ which she responded to in english before asking me a another question in her native language “Kako Ste?” How are you? I responded in English, and she laughed. My friend had wandered off during this exchange and we were left talking in a combination of English and Croat. She explained to me that her parents had brought her to England when she was 14 just before the civil war started. I explained my story that I had been on holiday when the war broke out and I ended up stopping a month in the bay of Kotor area of Montenegro before we could get across the border into Croatia to get to Dubrovnik airport to fly home. I had learnt a lot of Serbo-Croat then, as something to do. I also went back to Dubrovnik just after the fighting ended as a volunteer to use my skills as a communications engineer to help rebuild the state’s infrastructure. The ice was well and truly broken. Katarina and I were talking like old friends. She explained that her family had been doctors in the small village of Cilipi (pronounced Chillipi) – which was somewhere I had visited on several holidays. I was surprised how fair her complexion was though; Croatian women are renowned as dark and sultry beauties but Katarina was fair skinned and almost white blonde haired. She explained that her mother was from a German family who had fled the Second World War. Her Germanic complexion had been passed to her, despite her dark haired father. In about 20 minutes we had told each other our life stories and this beautiful woman fascinated me. She was talking to me warmly; there was no hint of the ice maiden reputation. I helped her rig the generator and some of the workshop stuff in the trailer before it was time for us to go to the competitors briefing, which was followed by the navigators briefing where we were handed the notes the organizers prepare about the course. By the time the organizers had warned us about all the stuff they felt the need to warn us about, it was about time to head to the pub for dinner and a chat. Rob & Katarina went in their road vehicle, and I elected to walk with my friend, as the pub was literally 10 minutes walk away across the fields. Dinner was great and served promptly, which left us with ages to chat, Katarina moved from next to Rob, to come and sit with me, we went through the pace-notes together in double quick time, as everyone else began a heated debate on composite chassis components. I’m a pretty mean spanner man, but my main area of expertise is preparing motorbikes, and whilst many of the engineering principles are the same, I’m afraid I’m not very interested in the various methods off constructing stronger lighter suspension tie bars, and optimizing steering rack ratios. Katarina and I simply sat and talked about stuff, all kinds of stuff, she taught me some new Croat words, and told me about her life, which was quite interesting and varied. As she said, she’d come over when she was in her early teens and gone through what remained of the English schooling system, then she’d gone to university and studied international relations and now ran her own business from home, advising multinational companies if their policies would offend local sensibilities in the countries they operate in. English readers will have seen the adverts for a well-known high street bank promoting their policy of ‘never underestimating local knowledge’ Katarina does that sort of thing. We were talking casually about my job as a communications engineer when I noticed something had changed about the way she was sat, she’d lent way back into the corner of the booth we were in, and she’d extended her legs in my direction and was smiling at me, almost smirking at me, and she motioned for me to look downwards with her eyes. I did so and she began to run one extended leg up and down mine… I looked up at her and whispered in Croatian “shta ti radis” what are you doing? She shrugged and replied simply, again in Croatian; “ono ose'cati dobro” it feels good; and carried on doing exactly what she had been doing. It was hard to carry on a sensible conversation with her smiling that knowing smile but somehow we managed it for about another half hour before Katarina needed to visit the ladies room, I watched her walk across the room, and I’m sure she was putting on a particularly ass-wiggling walk especially for me. Rob went to the bar shortly after and one of the group leant over to me and whispered: “That’s incredible, she never even smiles when she talks to us and you’ve got her laughing! What are you doing to her?” I simply replied “reading the signs and pressing the right buttons; it helps I can speak some of her language too” “Lucky bastard” was the only response before he leant back and carried on conversing about the merits of knobs on steering wheels! I stared into my pint for a bit and wondered what all this could lead to, I couldn’t see any way for us to end up in bed, which was the natural conclusion for flirting like this, not with her partner around. Little did I know that I was going to be thrown a lifeline by fate! Katarina came back and we went over the course and pace-notes one more time and settled down for the rest of the evening. The pub was well out in the sticks and the publican had an elastic attitude to the licensing laws, and it was 1am when he announced he was going to bed and we’d all have to piss off! My friend was completely wasted, god knows how he was going to drive in the morning, Rob offered to take him back to the site in the Landrover – which only had two seats on account of having a bed set up in the back of it! Katarina immediately suggested that I’d walk her back across the fields. The perfect way to get rid of her partner for 20 minutes! We poured my friend into Rob’s vehicle and Katarina and I set off up the road. Katarina waited until Rob drove past, and then slipped her arm around me hugging me to her side. She gazed at me for a few moments, before whispering “I’ve had a great time tonight, thanks for saving me from the boys and their leering, and from their talk about parts, I try to be interested but I just can’t do it for a whole evening.” We crossed the road and climbed a gate to start across the fields. She jumped off the gate and I caught her, our bodies pushed together for what I thought would be moments, but she stayed pressed to me, she wrapped her fingers into mine and placed my hands on her backside – one of my self-set goals for the evening accomplished! Again she looked up at me with her big green eyes, she didn’t say a word; she didn’t have to. I watched as she closed her eyes and leant closer to me, I closed my eyes and our lips met, we kissed gently, very gently, barely touching. One of my hands wandered up her back, her arms woven around my neck, I cupped the back of her head in one hand and she responded, her tongue insistently working, the intensity of the moment went through the roof and we lost ourselves, it can’t have been more than a couple of minutes, but it felt like hours and I never wanted it to end. Eventually, she lowered her head, and placed it against my chest, and she whispered “I’ve never done that before, not with anyone but Rob, please don’t tell anyone… please?” “Nemoj biti (Don’t worry), I promise I won’t.” She looked up at me and smiled, and we carried on walking across the fields back to camp, she stayed holding me closely nearly all the way there, until at pretty much the last minute, before stepping away, letting her hand trail from around my waist, and drop away to her side. She looked at me, gave a tiny, almost imperceptible wave and walked away towards Rob’s Landrover. I went to my tent, which was a family tent, bought to accommodate a race bike and me usually; but I brought the other sleeping compartment with me this time just in case! I settled down for the night, pulling my sleeping bag over me, as the night was warm. It must have been an hour later about 2.30am and I was more or less asleep, when I heard a mobile phone go off. There was some talking, followed by some activity, a door opened and slammed shut two or three times before I heard a vehicle leave. Moments later there was a ‘knock’ on my tent and Katarina whispered “Let me in, please… I need to ask a favour” I crawled out of my compartment and pulled the zip up. Katarina was stood outside clutching her sleeping bag and a pillow; she had a quilt round her shoulders. She wasn’t crying, which had to be a good sign but she wasn’t very happy. She crouched and came inside. She was definitely ready for bed, she had a pair of red silk pyjamas on, but she’d put her walking boots on; it was an odd picture! “Rob’s just been called into work, they’ve had a major system security failure and he’s not sure whether he’s going to be back tomorrow, and he’s taken the car to drive down there. Can you co-drive in the competition for me? We’ve paid too much entrance money to back out now. But more importantly can you let me sleep here tonight?” Some spotty hacker had handed me a night with Katarina on a plate; there must be a god! “We can talk about driving arrangements in the morning, lets get some sleep” I backed away from her into my compartment, I wondered if she’d automatically follow me, or if she’d go into the other compartment. I was barely in the compartment before she followed me in, setting her bag up next to mine, and throwing the quilt over both of us. Purely by chance Katarina noticed that our bags were the same brand. “I’m not a very warm person…” she started, I knew what was coming next! “Of course you can zip into my bag, go ahead…” I jumped a step ahead of her and she just smiled. Our bags were joined a few minutes later and I turned over, wondering what my next move should be, when I felt her roll over and shuffle across the width of the bags and cuddle up to my back, one of her hands went straight for my hips and she ran her hand up and down my legs, pulling herself close in behind me. “There are men who’d kill to be in the position you’re in now… what are you going to do?” There she went again, making the running, so much for the ice maiden! I rolled onto my back and she snuggled into me, with her head against my shoulder, half her body over mine. I could run one hand up and down her back, and it didn’t take long before I found my way inside her top, she was naked underneath it and I stroked up her side, barely touching her, all the way to her under arm. I could just touch the swell of her breast and she moaned and moved so I could cup it in my hand, gently massaging it. “34d?” I whispered, guessing out loud. “34d” she echoed, “you know your figures well” “Lucky guess” She rolled onto her back and said something in Croatian that I didn’t understand, I looked puzzled at her and she clarified; “May god forgive me for what I’m about to do” I felt no resistance as I undid her pyjama top, trailing my fingertips up her body to circle her boobs, I ran an exploratory finger under her breasts and across her armpits, I was expecting to feel the scars of a boob job, I couldn’t believe her breasts were so upright, even when she was led on her back they stayed pert, there was nothing, she was totally natural! I leant forward and flicked my tongue across her left nipple and she moaned softly, with my other hand, I ran my hand down her leg to her knee and then back up, I crossed her pubic mound expecting to feel the cushioning sensation of pubic hair under the silk of her pyjama’s – there was nothing! She still had not resisted at all, so I moved breasts and focussed my attention on her right nipple, I felt her raise a hand to the breast I’d just abandoned and began to mould it in her hand, squeezing it and tweaking the nipple out. I slid my exploring hand up her stomach, it was totally flat, and when she moved I could feel the muscles rippling beneath the surface, it wouldn’t have taken very many sit-ups to turn into a six-pack! I slid my hand back across her pubic region and then down the inside of her thigh, I could feel the dampness from her sex beginning to seep through the silk, she was getting heavily aroused now. She raised her free hand to the back of my head and cupped it, whispering “It’s been a long time since I was pleasured like this” I just murmured in reply and slid my hand inside her pyjama bottoms; I slid my palm across her pubis once again, cupping her mound of Venus in my hand, she wasn’t just shaved, she was waxed, and she was waxed completely, not a hair to be felt anywhere, incredible. I slid a finger down between her legs, marvelling in the softness of her lips, and the incredible wetness she was producing, she slowly moved her legs apart, enough for me to get my hand down to gently work a finger in between her lips to enter her soaking wet vagina. My opening of her lips brought another gush of pussy juice soaking my hand. I felt her move her hand from the back of my head and slide it under mine; she slowly pushed a finger into herself alongside mine, she frigged herself for two or three strokes before pulling her finger back out and raising it to my lips, I licked it, and was about to suck all the way down, when she pulled it smoothly away and whispered “Lakom (greedy)” in a chastising tone “Don’t drink all of my juice, I don’t get this wet often; this is a moment for me to savour too” As she sensually licked the remainder of her own juice from her finger. I slid another finger into her and began to frig her; her pussy was clenching tight and it was hard to keep any sort of rhythm with the penetration, but I was able to caress her clitoris with my thumb which she was loving, every so often swatting my hand away with hers as the stimulation got too much. I left her breasts, and kissed tiny butterfly kisses down her cleavage and across her stomach, I lightly trailed my tongue across her pubic mound, marvelling at how soft she felt, it was obviously agreeable to her as well as she whimpered in the back of her throat and raised her hips to meet my tongue. I decided to push the envelope a little and replaced my thumb pleasuring her clit, with my tongue. I rotated my fingers inside her a little so I could use one finger to touch her arsehole, she made no move as I began to strum her clit with my tongue and I pushed against her sphincter more intensely. I felt her push outwards with it and all of a sudden my finger disappeared to the first knuckle inside her, she moaned slightly and whispered in a breathy tone “I like things in my bum, but just don’t move, not until I say, I need to get used to it” I went back to licking her clit, I could tell from her breathing, and her insistent thrusts that she was not far off cumming. I stepped up my frigging – there was no way I could have applied any more intensity to her clit, she would have started climbing the walls, she was so sensitised! My increased frigging was causing the finger in her bum to wiggle a bit, it was almost as if she needed a reminder it was in her; she opened her legs a bit wider and bucked her hips slightly, in rhythm with my frigging. I took that as a cue that I was OK to move my finger in her bum and I started to frig her arsehole very gently, she was very, very tight there and I doubted if anal sex was on the cards, but her sphincter clutching at my finger was amazing. It seemed to be the extra stimulus that she needed and she let out a low guttural moan, slammed her hips to the floor twice as if she was being electric shocked and led still, breathing hard. She lay there as I gently withdrew my fingers from her and slid up her body to pull her close to me. She held tight, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath she whispered to me in short bursts, between breaths Katarina In the Mud “Oh… Jesus, that was intense… I… Don’t think I’ve… ever cum like that…” I gently brought a finger to her lips to silence her and we just cuddled for a while before she finally dropped into an exhausted sleep. I woke Katarina up at about 7 with a cup of coffee, we’d only slept for about 4 hours, but that was as good as it was going to get, we could sleep again for an hour at lunchtime! Katarina looked so cute and sexy in curled up in the sleeping bags and it was tempting to let her sleep, but we had to compete. I’d already been to see my friend and explained that I would be co-driving for Katarina; he was ok with it because someone else from the club had turned up and could be used as a navigator! Katarina sat in bed and drank her coffee, she looked a little shell shocked still, and I asked her if she was ok. She responded: “I guess I’m ok, its all been a bit crazy, I’ve not slept much, I’m exhausted from what you did to me, and I’m confused… I feel so horny, but I’m so guilty as well…” I silenced her and told her: “This is just a weekend, it’s not serious; I like you a lot and there might be something if your circumstances were different, but they aren’t so it’s a weekend for you to have some fun, and then on Monday your life gets back to normal.” She stared into her coffee mug and shrugged. I took the mug from her and she got herself ready, I couldn’t help but stroke her breasts as she got dressed and she batted my hand away complaining I’d make her really horny again if I carried on. I moved all her stuff into the other compartment so it wouldn’t look suspicious if someone came in during the day, as I had a toolbox available in the tent. We were ready to go racing. I picked up my suit and helmet from the trailer and put it on, as did Katarina. We checked over the vehicle, refuelled and set off to the start line. For the rest of the morning through the 4 separate heats we just worked as a team, there was no hint of what had happened the night before, professionalism took over and we were lying in a very healthy 4th place out of 30 vehicles by the lunch break. Katarina had driven like a demon, and we were both a bit deaf despite our intercoms cutting out most of the noise, and we were very beaten up from the harsh terrain. As there was a ‘last chance’ heat for vehicles which had suffered problems or had been outside the qualifying times for progression through the heats, and we had been in the top 5 in every heat, we got the luxury of a 3 hour lunch break before we would be called to the line again. We took the vehicle back to the trailer and we checked round it, there was a slight water leak and one of the suspension towers had got slightly bent but they were fixed with a screwdriver and a big hammer. We changed tyres, refuelled and finally retired to the tent for 2 and a half hours rest! We closed the tent flap down and moved Katarina’s sleep-a-mat back into my compartment again and we got comfortable; I gave Katarina a massage as she was a mass of tense knots from the exertions of the morning and we went to sleep for about 40 minutes. Katarina woke me up and just whispered in my ear “You were so good last night, I feel a bit selfish about it all; Rob might be back any time, let me repay last nights favour now, and then we’re all square?” I began to reply, “I…” and then she had her hands on my crotch, fighting my cock out of my nomex underwear, and nothing else mattered… Katarina was already naked from the massage, and I shucked out of my nomex underwear with undignified speed. Katarina was constantly jacking me, massaging my dick to throbbing hardness; she pushed me to my back and straddled me. I closed my eyes and felt her slide my erection between her silky smooth lips. She ran the tip up and down her lips for a few moments. I could feel her wetness transferring to my dick and then in one motion she slid forwards and down and I was inside her completely. I watched her as she lost herself in what she was doing; I reached up and massaged her boobs. They were magnificent, bouncing with her rhythm, sitting up I embraced her, nuzzling between the globes of soft flesh and kissing up and down her cleavage, several times she bit down on my shoulder to muffle her own noises of pleasure, I’m sure anyone close to the tent would have been able to hear the slurping noises and the occasional low shriek from Katarina. Fortunately no one disturbed us and we made love for nearly an hour before I pushed Katarina off me, flipped her onto her back and put my dick between her ample tits. She smiled up me and squeezed her boobs together, Katarina kept lifting her head, ‘kissing’ the end of my cock and licking it. I lasted through only 3 or 4 minutes of that before I entwined my fingers in Katarina’s hair, drew her head up and shot my load. She realised what was happening and opened her mouth expectantly, like a porn star, and took most of the first shot straight in her mouth, she swallowed instantly, and doing so missed the second wave which splashed onto her lips and chin and she flicked her tongue out to scoop it up. She swallowed again, and led there, breathing hard, smiling at me, still with a few flecks of my cum around her face. I couldn’t believe that the club ice-maiden had been so giving (and taking!) and it had been so easy, I felt a real connection to her, not just as a great shag either! We had a job to do for the rest of the afternoon though; we had a race to win. We sat in the tent naked, discussing what we were going to do for tactics for the rest of the heats, which lines to take, which drivers to avoid, which drivers to ally with for overtaking, where other teams weaknesses were, it was quite involved and we barely made it back to the start line in time for the racing to begin again! Our post-coital tactics talk had been fruitful and we managed to over haul the team in front of us over all, leaving us in 3rd place overall before the final race. The twist is that the last final takes place at night with just the headlights and spotlights of the vehicle so there was a gap between the day final and the night final whilst the organisers waited for it to get sufficiently dark. Katarina suggested that we walk the course in the dark, with just torches to look for braking and turn in points and also to look for any bad ruts that had appeared after the last chance heat, so off we went. Katarina had rolled her race suit down to her waist and had tied the arms around her waist to hold it up. Race rules prohibit the wearing of anything under the nomex fire proof underwear for safety reasons as polyester or nylon underwear can melt in the fire of an accident, which means that all the ladies have to do without bras for the race day, and Katarina’s tight nomex T-shirt was not doing anything to hide her breasts and it was really hard to concentrate on looking for braking points. After one lap it became obvious that it was a good idea to do this extra reccy as at 6 of the trackside objects Katarina had been using as braking markers had either been removed or were invisible at night! We walked the track slowly, making a few new braking markers by painting luminous green spots on trees at the right places so they could be seen whilst in the vehicle. When we got to the point on the track that was the furthest away from the rest of the competitors Katarina looked at me, smiled, and raised her top to expose her wonderful boobs to the cool night air, her nipples responded instantly, turning to small bullets on the tips of her breasts, I couldn’t resist. I walked across to her, put both hands on her breasts and kneaded them, “Lets make love one more time.” Katarina was almost begging. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea” I whispered to her, not entirely convinced I meant it. She didn’t ask again, she simply stepped away from me, off the track and into the trees. She dropped her race suit to the ground and pushed her nomex underwear down too. She leant forward against a tree and spread her legs as wide as the suit at her feet would allow. “I will stay here like this, for 1 minute waiting for you” she said “If you decide not to make love to me, we will finish the day as friends, and nothing more” I was losing all will power to resist and I simply walked to her, penetrated her with 2 fingers and frigged her fast. As I frigged her I wrestled my penis, now rock hard, from my underwear. The second it was out it was in her. I gripped her beautiful smooth, curved hips and ground my pelvis against possibly the most gorgeous ass on earth and made love to her. This was pure passion now; I was pounding her as hard as I could. I was sure the noise could be heard miles away! Sex that frantic never lasts long, and I was done for in about 5 minutes. Katarina felt me twitch inside her and abruptly pulled away, swiveled around and dropped to her knees in one action taking my cock into her mouth for barely 2 strokes before she swallowed her second load of the day. She swallowed hard for about a minute before standing up. We embraced and she whispered “That was awesome. Just what I needed to get me fired up to race” We both made ourselves decent and made our way, arm in arm towards the competition area once again. The race was a blur of lights and jolts and shouted notes, and in the end we ended up second, mainly due to losing 1 out of 3 of our banks of floodlights. We were pleased with our weekends team work. On and off the track. About 6 months after that race meeting Rob & Katarina split up and Katarina set up her own team. We still drive together on an occasional basis, but Katarina’s regular co driver is another woman. We still see each other off track occasionally, but it’s never been as intense as that weekend. Katarina "Okay," I said, stripping off my shirt. I had put on loose boxers that night, thinking they would better conceal any unplanned erections. We went back to our reading, but after a few minutes, Katarina spoke up again. "It's boiling in here!" she complained. "It's not fair that you're the only one that gets to strut around topless..." "Huh?" I blurted out, nearly dropping my book. "Oh, if you're uncomfortable you can...I mean, if you want to change just let me know--" "Well, it's just that these flannel PJ's are really warm. Would you mind if I changed into a tee shirt?" she said, getting up and walking to her dresser. "Not at all," I said, standing up and heading for the door to let her change. "You don't have to leave," she said, grabbing my arm and guiding me back to the beanbag chair. I sat back down and tried my best to bury my nose in my book. "Guys are lucky they don't have to wear shirts," I heard Katarina say. I looked up just as she was pulling her flannel top off. She had her back to me but I could see the outline of her right breast as she reached into her drawer to retrieve a small yellow tee shirt. "Yeah, I guess..." I said. "You are," she said, pulling the tee shirt over her head. "Girls have it so much harder...," she added, sliding off her flannel bottoms. She bent over to step out of them, presenting me with an amazing view of her ass. Her white panties had ridden up her ass crack and as she turned back to face me she reached down to sort them out. "Umm, why do you--" I croaked, pressing my book into my lap to hide my arousal. "Why do we have it harder?" she asked indignantly as she sat back on her bed. "A million reasons. Peeing for instance," she began. She launched into lengthy dissertation on the hardships of womanhood and the advantages of being a man. I do not remember a word of what she said. Nor did she mean a word of it, I thought to myself--she was flirting with me. Katarina "Ready," she said. I squirted a generous portion of shampoo in my hand and started washing Katarina's hair. She closed her eyes and leaned toward me, pressing her head against my hands, clearly enjoying the sensual experience. "You can rub my scalp harder," she said. When I increased pressure, she placed her hands on my hips to keep her balance. "Mmmm...that feels good," she cooed. Katarina squeezed her eyes shut as the soap ran down her forehead into her face. I must confess that I took this opportunity to check out her amazing body. Her arms and shoulders were well toned while remaining feminine; her breasts were roughly the size of oranges, with large perky pink nipples that stared up at me. She had a slender torso and a shallow navel which peeked outward from her abdomen. A reddish-blonde wisp of pubic hair sprouted from between her long legs. I was fully erect now, making every effort to keep her at a safe distance as I washed her hair. But she kept leaning her weight into me and taking small steps toward me, pulling herself closer as she grasped my hips. Soon she had me backed into the corner of the stall and my cock was hovering inches from her stomach. "All done," I croaked, squirming around her and guiding her back to the showerhead. I slipped out of the stall as she was rinsing and found her towel, quickly drying myself with it. When I heard the water shut off I offered it to Katarina. "I'll meet you back in the living room," I said, grabbing my clothes. "Do you need anything else?" "No thanks, I'll be there in a sec," she said. I hurried back to the living room and the warmth of the fireplace, enjoying the naughtiness of running naked through the deserted house. I put on a clean pair of boxers and threw a few logs on the fire, then wrapped a blanket around myself and sat on the couch in front of the fireplace. "Brrr!" I heard Katarina cry as she scampered into the room, still naked herself. She tossed her things on the floor and, rather than getting dressed, plopped down on the couch next to me, nestling against me and pulling part of the blanket around herself. "Ahh, much better!" she said, pressing her naked body against mine. I lifted my arm and placed it around her, pulling her closer and feeling her damp hair on my shoulder. Our frigid bodies slowly began to relax in the intense heat of the fire. Katarina scooted closer to me and released her grip on the blanket, placing her hand on my bare chest. At first, she did not move it, but then she began to rub my chest and stomach. I shifted back slightly as my penis sprang to life, hoping Katarina wouldn't notice the tented blanket. The fire had warmed us both to the core, making the blanket no longer necessary. Katarina lifted her hand and pushed it off her shoulder, letting it slide off her side until her body was exposed past her hip. She then pushed it off me entirely, revealing the obscene bulge in my boxers. She put her head back on my chest and remained still for a moment, staring directly at my erection. She then resumed her exploration of my stomach, slowly tracing a line from my navel down to the waistline of my boxers, running her fingers under the waistband slightly and brushing the top of my pubic hair. This sent jolts of electricity through my body and caused my erect cock to throb visibly in my boxers, straining against the thin fabric and threatening to burst through the pee hole. I looked down at her face for her reaction and thought I detected a slight smile. "Why don't you take them off?" she whispered, sitting up slightly and lifting the waistband of my boxers, gently pulling them up and back, exposing the tip my 8-inch cock. She swung around and knelt beside me as I lifted my hips slightly and helped her slide them off. Then, in one uniform motion as I grasped her hips and pulled her toward me, she lifted her knee and straddled me. I slid my hands back and grabbed her ass, pulling her tightly against me until her vagina was pressed against the base of my aching cock, now sandwiched between our bellies. For a long moment, we just looked into each other's eyes as I gently massaged her lower back. Katarina started at the sound of a loud popping from the fireplace, jerking forward slightly and squeezing her legs together. At that moment, I ran my hand up to the back of her neck and pulled her toward me into a kiss. Our bodies melted together as she folded her arms around my neck and kissed me back. She parted her lips and I thrust my tongue in her mouth. We kissed passionately for several minutes, our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths and our bodies mashing together in a desperate embrace. Katarina's soft breasts pressed against my chest and she was grinding her soaking vagina up and down against the length of my cock, its tip wet with pre-cum and rubbing against our bellies. "Ooooh, yess..." she breathed, "mmmmnnnn Dan, feels...so...good!" She began to shudder as an orgasm overcame her, squeezing her knees together tightly against my hips and pressing her forehead against my neck. We pushed apart and took in each other's bodies in the soft light of the fire. I swam my hands over her breasts and stomach, along her thighs, then reached back and slid them down her back, cupping the lobes of her tight ass, which jutted outwards as she arched her back, inviting my fingers to explore her ass crack. She gasped as I ran my fingers gently along her anus, then down to the base of her vagina. She reached down and pressed my rigid cock against her stomach, running her hand down its length until she reached my balls which she cupped in her hands, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I was on the brink of cumming myself. She smiled coyly at me then slowly slid off my body onto the floor, pushing my knees apart and kneeling between them. She ran her hands up and down the top and insides of my thighs, grinning as my cock twitched reflexively when her fingers brushed against my balls. Finally, she grasped my cock in her hand, leaned forward, and began kissing and licking it. She started at the base and worked her way to the tip, all the while jacking it with one hand and cupping my balls in the other. She must have sensed that I was close to losing it because she released her grip and sat up, waiting a moment for me to relax. She smiled at me wickedly, enjoying the agonizing bliss she was subjecting me to, not wanting to hurry. Once again she grabbed the base of my cock, then leaned over and took me in her mouth. The sensation of my rigid cock sliding inside her soft, warm, wet mouth and along her tongue was divine, but somehow less intense than the sensation of her hands jacking me off. I was therefore able to last a while as I gazed at the wonderful sight of her head softly bobbing up and down on my cock. She returned her hand to my balls, gently caressing them while strengthening the grip of her other hand on the base of my cock--parts of my body whose erogenous potential had until now gone untapped by my own hands. "I'm gonna cum," I gasped, feeling my balls contract. Katarina withdrew her mouth and began jacking my cock with her hand, a sight and sensation even more blissfully erotic than the blowjob she had just given me. I thrust my hips upward as a powerful orgasm tore through my body. Ropes of cum shot from my cock as wave after wave of pleasure overcame me until my jism was boiling over Katarina's fingers, forming a pool on my belly. Katarina stopped pumping my cock and held it for a moment as I regained myself. She smiled approvingly at the large volume of semen I'd produced, then released my softening penis and reached for a box of tissue near the sofa. I cleaned myself off, then reached for Katarina's hand and pulled her onto my lap, wrapping the blanket around us and embracing her tightly so that our hot bodies were pressed together. We remained there for a long while like two lovers on a park bench, exchanging tender kisses, whispering sweet nothings and laughing softly at our naughtiness. Katarina's Walk Katarina stepped out on to the street. As the evening air grew heavier, the sun was losing its last fleeting attempt to stay in the sky. The orange glow seemed to set the windshields of the parked cars on fire. As the blaze led her down the hill, each step she took ignited another reflection. When at last Katarina reached the base of the hill, the glare had subsided and seeped into horizon. Turning the corner, the dusk embraced her as an old friend. She inhaled the stiff evening air. It was getting cooler finally. The heat of the long day had relinquished its hold on the city. The sun was in exile. She had taken this walk almost every evening for the past few weeks. She strolled casually, pretending to notice the carefully manicured lawns and flowering trees that the occupants had put into place. Moss lined each strategically selected variety of vegetation, and smooth white stones and small picketed fences outlined each gardener's labor. Her gaze wandered aimlessly from house to house and into the star-less night sky. As Katarina rounded the corner onto the next block, her attentions focused. Two more houses and she would be in his sight. Already she could feel his presence and hear the slow shrieking sound of the porch swing he would be sitting on. He had been there every evening, just as this one. His feet rested on the railing of the rusty swing and a beer can wedged securely in his right hand. His somber, gray house in dull contrast to the freshly painted homes that lined the block. He was predictably bare- chested and the bottoms of his feet confessed he did not often wear shoes. He sucked at the almost expired beer, then tossed it to the corner of the porch. It joined a pair of previously discarded cans. As he crouched to grab another beer, he noticed Katarina. He took a deep breath and pushed his sun-bleached hair from his eyes. She was still a few houses away. He was sure the girl would pass as she had on previous nights. Her long, auburn hair glowed under each street light she passed under, but it was not her hair that caught his eye. Her skin was pale, very pale. As he watched her petite frame drawing closer, it seemed that her skin absorbed the milky light of the street lamps. She wore a spaghetti string blouse that fell loosely across her abdomen but hugged her quite snugly just above. Stretching his bronzed arms out in front of him, he admired his own recently acquired tan. Katarina was in front of his house now, pretending not to notice his stare. She stopped, pulled a crushed pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and patted her hips and buttocks for a lighter. This was his chance. He grabbed a pack of matches from the railing of the porch and leaned back casually into the swing. "Hey babe," he called to her slowly and struck one of the matches with his index finger sending it over the railing, halfway between himself and where Katarina stood on the sidewalk. She jumped as though noticing him for the first time. "Need a light babe?" he rolled softly. She noticed the southern drawl in his voice. "Why thank you sir," she mimicked back at him playfully. He smiled and held out the matches for her to retrieve. Katarina approached the porch cautiously, like a small child taught not to talk to strangers. His smile widened to a grin. She stepped up onto the porch in one step, by-passing the weathered stairs that did not look safe to her. Tossing her dark hair over her shoulder, she put the cigarette in her mouth still looking down as if cautious. He snatched the cigarette from between her lips in one sweeping gesture and placed it in his own and lit it. He took a deep drag and handed it back to her, watching her cleavage as she bent closer to him to retrieve it. Katarina hesitated as if momentarily startled, then reached down and took the cigarette from his hand. He smiled again, allowing the smoke to escape through his teeth. He gazed at her from beneath his blond hair, which was once again in his eyes. "Have a seat babe, I ain't gonna bite ya." It was too much for her; she let out a laugh. "Oh no I have to get going, it's getting dark" she said, her eyes moving down to a wrist which had no watch, "Thanks for the light though." "Come on honey, just one beer, it's still early" he rattled. His drawl thickening from the previously consumed cans. "Well" she said, leaning back against the railing "So what's your name?" he asked, as he cracked open the beer and handed it to his guest. "Katarina" the girl answered quietly. No response, her answer was secondary to the view he now had of her legs crossed tightly and leading his focus up to her curving, firm ass against his porch railing. "Babe" he repeated, almost inaudibly. His eyes moved up her thighs, wishing her skirt was shorter or absent completely. He hated small talk, and now that she was on his porch he hoped he could get her inside. He couldn't do what he wanted to out here and risk waking up the old women that lived next door. His eyes lurched up to the neighbor’s house, then back to the girl’s milky white limbs. "Nice" he said, pretending to react to her name, "So babe, how's about sucking that inside? The beer, I mean. It's getting cool out." She opened her brown eyes wide. "No I umm, I should really go." Katarina started to stand up, leaving the beer she hadn't touched behind her, on the railing. She met his eyes for the first time and realized he had no plans of letting her leave. "I gotta go see somebody," she said to the empty beer cans in the corner of the porch. She bit her lip in feigned anxiety. Then collecting herself, she brushed her hair from her neck and stood up, her breasts meeting his gaze. She turned her head with disinterest and let out a sigh. It was enough. He dropped his beer can and stood up in front of her. "No honey, tonight you are gonna see me." He grabbed one of the thin arms, than the other. "Come on, let me go." Katarina whined, just loud enough to make his nervous. "Shut up!" he spoke sternly, "You wake that bitch next door, I'll really fuck you up. Now come on, babe, inside." She pulled her arm away and shoved her hip into him, attempting to free the other arm. "Let go of me. This is bullshit! I'm leaving." "I'm done talking so just shut the fuck up. You know you want me anyway, you little fucking whore." the words stung like a slap. Katarina looked him in the eyes; tears rolling down her pale cheeks, black eye make up smearing. "Please she sniffled, don't hurt me, I just want to go home." "Hurt you?" his drawl changing to an angry grunt, "I'm gonna hurt you really fucking good." He kicked open the front door and pushed the struggling girl through the threshold. It was dark inside, but he knew where he wanted her. Just inside the door was an old couch. It smelled of cigarette smoke, stale beer and mildew. He tossed her backward across it, striking her head on the armrest. She pushed herself up. His body loomed in front of her like a wall. A backhand landed with a snap against her cheekbone. She fell back. His anger dissipated and his tone changed. "I said I was done talking, babe." He droned as though he would next ask her to pass the salt. Katarina looked up at him, doe eyed, as if the slap had left her immobile. She crossed her legs and drew her hands up, in front of her face. He stepped back to look at the trembling body beneath him. His lips turning up into a grin. Pushing his hair out of his eyes with one hand, he unbuttoned his jeans with the other. His tanned chest was hairless with the exception of a blonde line that traveled from his navel down into his pants. Muscles lined his toned stomach and his shoulders were broad and slightly freckled. He was in his twenties and quite handsome. His sun bleached blonde hair was unwashed and clung together in curls from a day of summer heat and sweat. Stepping closer, he undid his zipper. As he did this, Katarina, apparently recovered from the slap, lunged a fist into his crotch. Coughing, he stepped back to clutch his injured anatomy. She pushed him away and jumped toward the door. His pride hurt worse than his organ and rage welled up in his face. Grabbing her hair, he twisted it around his fist and threw her with full force against the wall. She let out half a scream; the other half silenced by the collision with the wall. He pulled her close to him, then slammed her back into the wall. Smiling callously, he repeated this action with continued force. Katarina bounced, with her head colliding seconds after her shoulders. The sound of her torment echoed like a drum beat in her head. Her eyes, again full of tears, closed. She hummed "Please, please, please " to the rhythm he was slamming her body into the wall. "You can't, Don't, No, Stop." She whimpered into the air. The sound of her shoulders and head smashing into the wall behind her appeared to hypnotize her. Katarina's tiny frame sank down, as he continued to bounce her off the wall. He stopped suddenly, allowing her breasts to fall down, into his waiting hands. He ripped down her small blouse and thrust onto her with his mouth. Her body slumped over his shoulder, as he bit and sucked at her nipples. She squealed as he pinched and tugged one, while biting the other. "Don't wake that bitch next door, or I will have to knock you out." He warned, into her now erect nipples. She swayed sideways to escape his teeth. His hands grasped her hair on one side than the other. He picked up her gaze with his, and pierced her eyes. They stared, like predator and prey. It seemed endless in Katarina's agonized state. His expression was violent and exaggerated. She closed her eyes, face contorting in fear. His blonde hair covered her face as he kissed her savagely. She opened her mouth to except his probing tongue. Their tongues battled. His teeth piercing her bottom lip, her arms fell around him in defeat. He pulled away and let go of her hair. With no expression on her face, her body slid down the wall like a broken doll. When Katarina opened her eyes again, his teeth were between her legs. This was not foreplay. He was devouring her body. Her skirt and panties torn off by a pocketknife, still open on the coffee table. She was nude, and on her back. One leg was in front of her; the other was pushed aside, hanging off the side of the mildewed couch. She felt his head lift from her crotch and the air chilled the wetness from his saliva. Her clitoris quivered from the exposure and her thighs attempted to close. He pushed down on her knees and pulled them far apart. Looking her in the eye, he stuck his tongue far out, then deep in her. Katarina closed her eyes. Hands grasped her hipbones like handles; he swiveled her over on her stomach. She was flipped so suddenly her back arched as if to stand. Her attacker's finger's slipped into her easily. She froze on her knees, leaning against the back of the couch. His erection thrust into her. She was wet from his tongue in her pussy. He slammed her again and again. Her mind drifting back to the collisions with the wall, as if time had frozen. She accepted his cock, even positioning her ass so he met her body fluently. He smacked her ass hard. She arched in reaction. When his hands yanked her by the hair her fear returned. He rode her hard, pulling her head back like the reins on a horse. Katarina remained silent, as if to begrudge him the satisfaction of her humiliation. She felt the orgasm building, first in herself, than in his hard cock. She relaxed, trying to hide her building climax, but he was quickening his thrusts in anticipation. He felt her get wetter on his cock with every deepening plunge. He pulled her hair hard. As her ass arched up to meet his rhythm, her cunt drenched him with the climax she could no longer contain. Katarina felt his fist pummel the back of her skull. Her body clenched up, completely tight. He grabbed her breasts from and yanked her up then slammed are down hard, impaling her on his erection. She let out a sigh. "Aaaaahhhhhhh! " he exhaled, as his cum exploded in Katarina. His heart beat loudly. She remained silent, dazed by the assault to the back of her head and her genitals. He exited her roughly and her body fell crumpled onto the couch. She lay frozen, her body covered in the welts and scratches of his conquest. He sat slumped in the large stuffed chair across from her, wiping the sweat and matted curls from his forehead. Her eyes fixated on him as she rose slowly from the couch. He grinned at her and she, to his disbelief, grinned back. Her gaze ran up and down his body and she smiled. This was not the shy reserved smile he had seen on the porch, but a wide flirtatious full toothed expression. "I guess it's my turn now." She exclaimed jubilantly and stood in front of him. His face contorted in disbelief as she came to him. He sat straight up in the chair, mouth gaping open. She knelt before him, eyeing him seductively. Without hesitation, she took his sleeping organ into her mouth. Instantly it rose to her command. He was speechless at first, his jaw still hanging and eyes wide. His hips pulled back to escape her, as his penis grew larger with pleasure. "What the fuck?" he retorted. His shock turned to anger as he tried to regain control of the situation that baffled him. "You fuckin slut!" he barked at her. Katarina lapped at his cock with increased enthusiasm as he attempted to pull away. His erection throbbed in her mouth. “Oh no, You ain’t biting my dick, you sick bitch!” he grunted and clenched his fist Her hand slid up his sweaty abdomen to his throat. She lifted him to his feet with one hand under his jaw. His hardness dissipated as his back smashed into the wall. Instantly she was on him. Her naked body pressed against him. "Yeah baby, you know you want it." She mocked him. He moaned in a rage and slid his muscular frame out of her grasp, then darted for the door. Within inches of the exit, he felt the small impossibly strong fingers on the nape of his neck. He was tossed across the room, with arms flailing for balance. A fist burrowed under his chin raising him, weightless, off his feet. She ran her fingers up and down his chest, first caressing, then drawing blood with her sharp nails. Her prisoner tried again to break free from her clutch, coughing and gasping for breath. Katarina slammed his forehead with the palm of her hand, causing his head to hit the wall. "Ssshhhh, You don't want to wake up that bitch next door, do you baby?" His eyes bulged in disbelief. A soft whimper escapes his lips, realizing his prey has become his captor. Katarina tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide to expose to large fangs protruding from the corners of her mouth. Her victim shudders in her hands. She yanked his blonde curls from behind and plunges her teeth into his neck. The body flailed helplessly. His heartbeat raced, lulled and then ceased. She let his broken frame slide down the wall. His glazed eyes still held his shocked expression. Blood trickled down her chin and formed a droplet on her erect nipple. Katarina helped herself to some almost clean towels from the bathroom and bandaged her torn skirt with a bandanna. She smiled as she thought to herself, he would not miss it. His corpse laid against the wall with its head twisted at an impossible angle. As she walked out she grabbed the matches off the porch railing and lit a cigarette. The house next door was dark.