An Antique Fuc

We all had a quick clean up, Yana, myself, and my Aunt Vicky. And it was very quick as we were interrupted by Vicky's roommate coming through the door.

But seeing as Vicky had cleaned up first, we were okay. Because the other Yana didn't know we were staying, and we might have freaked her out thinking we were burglars or something.

We had just finished when Yana no 2 came up the stairs, she had just returned from her usual Saturday morning walk.

"Oh, hello Yana, so nice to see you flower. This is my nephew, Jason; sorry I forgot to tell you that him and his fiancé were coming to stay for a couple of days." Vicky said somehow surprising in English.

"Oh, that is what you say? Say alright. This is after all your dacha. I am very pleasing to meet you, Jason." Yana answered back, extending her hand to shake mine.

It was apparent that Yana no 2, although had understandable English, obviously lacked the practice that Yana, Galina, Svetlana, or Natasha had. She was understandable but somehow lacked the words for a few things and sometimes couldn't place the words she needed.

I accepted her handshake.

"Privet, Yana, ochen' priyatno poznakomit'sya. I zabavno, chto moyu nevestu tozhe zovut Yana." ( Hello Yana, so nice to meet you. And it is funny that my fiancé is also called Yana.) I said to Yana. To a small smile from Aunt Vicky.

"Chto! Muzhchina v etoy strane, govoryashchiy po-russki? Eto ochen' neobychno. Menya udivlyayet i raduyet. No ya dumayu, chto vam kak-to ne khvatayet praktiki." ( What! A man in this country who speaks Russian? This is very unusual. I surprises and pleases me. But I think that somehow you lack practice.) Yana replied.

"Da, ya nauchilsya etomu, chtoby blizhe otnosit'sya k svoyey Yana." ( Yes, I learnt it to connect closer to my Yana.) I said back.

"Yes, his Yana and I are very proud of him he has picked it up so quickly. So we definitely cannot discuss boys or our sex lives in front of him. Eh?" Vicky said to Yana to a combined laugh from all three of us.

"Da, we make house rule Viktoria and I that we always speak da English instead of the Russian or any other language when we are both home. It help with my English." Yana no 2 said.

"Any other language?" I said nodding.

"Yes, you know I speak a few Eastern European languages. Well Yana here also speaks a few. Comes from being brought up all over the place." Vicky explained.

"Da, I learn a lot of languages, when my parents work for the foreign service. My father was KGB and mother was secretary. It was interesting, but we move a lot. On average, every one or two years." Yana no 2 explained.

I listened to her go on about where she had lived as a child. But my mind was elsewhere. I was looking at Yana No 2, 'taking her in.'

She was about the same age as my Yana. Similar size maybe a size 10 at the most but was smaller chested than my Yana. She had her brunette hair in a bob. Very similar to Grace. On some angles she looked almost half/half. Eurasian with her whiter skin and the slightly almond shaped eyes. I wondered if her mother was one of the many Asians that were in Russia.

Maybe a Mongolian, or from somewhere in central Asia, or possibly even Korean.

Yana No 2 was wearing a Yekaterinburg Soccer club shirt with short sleeves, orange and black with FC Ural emblazoned across the front in Cyrillic. She wore matching black shorts.

That wasn't the only thing I was thinking. I was wondering several things, mostly sinful. If she was half/half. What were nipples like? More Asian or European. What was her pussy and pussy hair like? Caucasian or Asian? I also made a mental note to try to think back to when I had fucked Grace and Janice and if possible to fuck them again before the wedding. And I wondered if you could tell an ethnicity by their pussy. Interesting thoughts for an eighteen year boy, standing in his Aunt's dining room. But these thoughts were having an effect, my cock was hardening slowly but surely. As I had another Angel/Demon moment.

"Ah, I might see what's keeping YOUR Yana. Why don't you two sit down? You make the place look untidy." Vicky said before walking to the bathroom to see what was keeping my Yana.

Vicky walked close to me and leaned into me.

"Settle down eh stud. You're showing and if I can see your hardness, she can as well." Vicky whispered into my ear.

Before she continued on her way. Yana no 2 gestured for me to sit. I took up her offer sitting on a two seater couch in the living room.

"Your Aunt, has told me a lot about you." Yana No 2 said. In a typical direct almost abrupt Russian way.

"Oh, has she? What has she told you?" I enquired, asking Yana as I moved slightly in my seat. As I was trying to hide my ever growing hard on.

"Oh, a little." She responded.

"Like?" I asked.

"You are going to the medical school, you are marrying a Russian, and you have learnt Russian. I must say you are very unlike most western men who marry the Russki women." Yana No 2 said. Sliding closer to me.

"Ah how to do mean?" I stammered as Yana inched seemingly closer.

"You are too young. Not the fact of your age. But working at embassy I hear a lot of things. The average age gap for Russian Women and Western Men is twenty plus years. Like father marrying daughter, or in some cases Dedushka marrying vnuchka. But I must warn you. A lot of Russian women get very possessive and jealous if their man is around other women, particularly other Russian women." She said.

"Oh." I simply answered. Why she was slipping in and out of Russian I didn't know.

"I want to know more about you, Jason. A lot more." She said sliding over the couch almost sitting on me.

"Mne uzhasno odinoko. Ya khochu, chtoby muzhchina zhenilsya i khorosho otnosilsya. Moya mat' iz Azerbaydzhana, a otets iz Yekaterinburga. Mne pochti tridtsat', i obe storony sem'i khotyat, chtoby ya zhenilsya i zavel detey. No ya ne mogu rodit' dazhe mal'chika. U menya krasivaya kiska. Byt' napolovinu yevro, napolovinu aziatom. Eto dayet VAM luchsheye iz oboikh mirov. I ya khochu, chtoby ty byl vo mne. YA promokayu, prosto dumaya ob etom. I ya vizhu, chto tvoye telo soglasno." (I am terribly lonely. I want a man to marry and treat well. My mother is from Azeribijan, and my Father is from Yekaterinburg I am nearly Thirty and both sides of the family want me to marry and start having kids. But I can't even get a boy. I have a nice pussy. Being half euro and half Asian. It gives YOU the best of both worlds. And I want you in me. I am getting wet just thinking about it. And I can see your body agrees.) Yana No 2 whispered as she sat next to me and her hand snaked over to touch my hard dick.

I had a quiet gulp. My fiancé's namesake was definitely one of the faster women. Making her intentions quite clear and obvious.

We were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. A loud 'Ahem.' We both turned to see Aunt Vicky standing there, looking at us somewhat disapprovingly.

"You two better stop, the other Yana is on her way now." Vicky said.

Yana No 2 was shocked, whether she was shocked or annoyed it was hard to tell. But she was definitely a little upset.

My Yana entered the room from her quick freshen up just as the other Yana slid back over to her side of the couch.

"Privet, muzhenek i totya. O, kto eto?" (Hello Hubby and Aunty. Oh who is this?) Yana said as she entered the room.

"Hello Yana, let me introduce to the other Yana." Vicky said.

"Yana, eto Yana." ( Yana this is Yana.) Vicky said introducing them.

Yana No 2 stood up and my Yana extended her hand. They both shook hands, albeit somewhat awkwardly.

" So what have you two young lovers got planned today?" Vicky asked trying to get some talking going.

"Pass." I replied.

"I was thinking the zoo and the police museum, and maybe Te Papa. I also want to go Dressmart they have a maternity seconds shop that Auckland doesn't have." Yana said.

(Dressmart is a chain of fashion malls selling seconds, overruns and faulty clothes.)

"Sounds like a plan but there is an issue. Dressmart is in Porirua and closes at 4pm. The Police museum is also in Porirua as well. And Dressmart isn't open on Sundays. Neither is the Police Museum. Te Papa and the zoo are open every day. Also the art exhibition you wanted to see what was i? is better to go to on Monday." Vicky said.

"It is called Russian art from Peter to Putin. Do you have any suggestions?" Yana asked.

"yes go to Dressmart and Police either today or Monday because they are quite close to each other." Vicky suggested.

"Da, moye posol'stvo takzhe sponsiruyet vystavku. Ya mogu dat' vam besplatnyy propusk na nego, i eto ochen' interesno, ne tak interesno, kak drugiye veshchi, no vse zhe interesno." ( Yes, also my embassy is sponsoring the exhibition. I can get you a free pass to it, and it is very interesting, not as interesting as other things but still interesting.) Yana No 2 said.

Looking at my crotch as she said it, and accentuating every time ' interesting' was mentioned.

"Suggestions Vicky?" I asked casually.

"Yes go to the Police Museum first then go to Dressmart today, Zoo Te Papa etc tomorrow and see the gallery and other things on Monday. That's the way I would do it." Vicky said tossing me the GT6's keys.

"Da, we do it that way. I buy lots of maternity clothes, I need them I am getting big with these three babies in me." Yana said, to the accompaniment of incredulous stares from Yana No 2.

What Yana No 2 found incredulous I didn't know the fact that Yana No 1 was preggers, or that she was expecting two or ( In Yana's mind Three.) Or possibly she was jealous.

We put it to the back of our minds and then we fired the GT6 up. It drove like a dream, a nice smooth but thirsty straight 6 pushing out a sweet exhaust note. It was a good concept small light but with a big engine, it was one the English 'Man's cars' of it's time. And it would have been a fast, hairy chested car. But compared to today's technology it was a little slow. But to quote Aunty Vicky who's 'weekend car' it was you don't get one of these to be fast. But you get it for the experience.'

We went up to Porirua and amazingly we found the NZ Police museum quite interesting. The big cases they had had, but of most interest to Yana was its dress up section. Where I had to dress up in old police uniforms. From 1860 until the current, I had to dress in each one accompanied by a collection of photos taken by Yana.

When I was wearing a Victorian era uniform I was approached by Yana, who snuggled up close to me and whispered something to me.

"Excuse officer, I am a little lost, I have two problems. One, I am lost. Two I am horny." Yana seductively whispered in my ear.

"Well young madam, I could help you in both respects. I too am also horny." I whispered back to her.

Given the fact that it was an early Saturday afternoon. The museum wasn't that busy and the dress up section was void of anyone.

"A quick blow and lick in the Victorian cupboard?" I whispered to Yana.

"Da, Da." Yana replied with a quick giggle.

The police museum had things called' era cupboards' which were in effect a large changing room. Big enough for two people, with a small doorless wardrobe that held the various uniform pieces to get changed into. Various items of old and antique uniform items, Hats, Shirts, Pants, Capes. Even hair pieces.

I was wearing Victorian issue dark navy woollen Cape with a brass chain across the neck, a matching tunic with eight brass buttons and a pair of trousers with suspenders. It was hot and heavy. I was also wearing a custodial helmet; the typical hat people associate with antique cops. Affectionately referred to as 'The tit hat.' For obvious reasons. But I was also wearing a stick on 'Pork Chops' beard. I also had a 10 inch long and 3 inch round wooden truncheon. I looked like I had just been teleported from Victorian London.

Yana and I double checked that the coast was clear and then we walked towards the 'cupboard.'

"This way if you please Madam." I said gesturing for Yana to enter the room before me. My white gloved hand pointing the way.

"Spasibo." Yana replied giggling.

She went into the dressing room and I followed. Shutting and locking the door behind me.

As soon as the lock clicked shut. Yana grabbed me and spun me around so I was pressed against the back wall.

"My dolzhny deystvovat' bystro i tikho." (We must be quick and quiet.) I cautioned Yana.

"Nyet, ty moy, ves' moy." ( No you are mine, all mine.) Yana said, with a lustful look in her eyes. As she pressed me back harder into the wall.

"Seychas ya tebya trakhnu, kak deshevuyu viktorianskuyu prostitutku. I ty zashchishchayesh' menya ot Jack the Ripper, Da?" ( Now I will fuck you like a cheap Victorian prostitute. And you protect me from Jack the Ripper, Yes?) Yana teased.

"Yes of course madam, but I have to tell you something about old Jack." I said.

"Zamolchi." ( Shut up.) Yana demanded as she proceeded to kneel in front of me.

I pulled my heavy woollen cape apart.

Yana ran her hands over my heavy trousers.

"Is this a what do they call it? A truncheon? Or are you pleased to see me?" Yana teased. I was somehow regretting that no 'era' had period appropriate handcuffs.

"Hmm, you must be pleased to see me or you have two truncheons, dangling down the inside of your leg." Yana teased as she started to undo the three buttons holding my fly closed. Before reaching inside and pulling my rapidly hardening cock out in the open.

She looked at my cock, spitting on it to lube it up before she started her oral assault.

She gave me a few tugs and then leaned her head forward and took my tip into her warm, wet, waiting mouth.

She started by taking a few quick sucks just on the tip. Then swirling her tongue around the tip.

After swirling her tongue around and around my tip, both clockwise and anti-clockwise, she opened her mouth and pushed her mouth all the way down to the base, deepthroating me.

She pressed her lips to the skin of my pubic area. And applied a little bit more suction, and also swirled her tongue around the entire length of my shaft, as she retreated back up to the tip.

"Ya dumayu?" ( I wonder?) Yana murmured.

She looked at my cock for a few seconds. I looked down and I could have sworn I could see the cogs of her brain moving as she thought of something.

She then reached her left hand around to my right hand pocket and felt the truncheon up. Before grabbing it and pulling it out.

"Da, ya mogu eto sdelat." ( Yes I can do it) Yana said softly. As she held the truncheon in both palms.

What she did next was surprising. She held the truncheon in her left hand and then spat twice into her right palm. Before smearing the collection of her spit onto the truncheon and proceeding to cover it with her spit. When she had covered most of the hard wooden truncheon in her spit she opened her mouth wide and started to suck on the truncheon taking it's whole circumference between her lips. I was equal parts amazed and worried. Amazed that she could take such a large, hard object into her mouth to begin with. I was also worried that being hard and wooden the truncheon may hit a couple of her teeth or more. I was pondering what we were going to tell the emergency dentist. But we didn't have to as it slid past her lips effortlessly.

Sliding about four- fifths of the length into her mouth. She pulled it backwards and forwards covering it more spit and drool. Pulling it backwards and forwards a couple of times, before pulling it out. Making a regurgitating sound as she coughed up a large amount of saliva.

"Ya znal, chto smogu eto sdelat." ( I knew I could do it.) Yana proudly proclaimed before starting on my ' Truncheon' again.

This time as she sucked and licked me. I reached down and undid the buttons holding her blouse together. I pushed my hands in and started to rub her tits, gently at first, then getting harder and rougher. I rubbed her boobs, tweaking, pinching and rubbing her nipples, extracting some milk out of them. Eventually getting each tit to squirt out a stream of milk.

Yana really went to town on my cock. Sucking, licking, swirling and mouth fucking my cock.

I was turned on and hard. But I wanted to return the favour.

"Pomenyaytes' mestami, pozvol'te mne vernut' dolg?" ( Swap places let me return the favour?) I asked her. Yana was so far gone she ignored me. So I just let her do her thing. I reached down and cupped her blond head in my hand. Holding it but not forcefully.

Yana continued to suck me, deepthroating me all the way to the junction of my groin and dick. I could feel my pubes start to tickle her septum and nostrils. I could also feel a tsunami of spittle building up in front of my tip as it invaded her throat. I looked down and I could see that for all her abundance of skills in the fellation department she was struggling.

"Menyat?" ( Swap?) I asked her as she continued.

Yana looked up at me with her piercing blue eyes. She blinked and then shook her head from side to side. While my cock was fully enveloped in her warm, wet, but dirty Russian mouth.

Yana continued to suck me for another five minutes, her spit building to an incredible amount of spit and pressure, her eyes watering as well.

"Menyat?" I asked again.

This time Yana suddenly pulled her head back and off of my cock. Leaving a stream of drool between my engorged member and her mouth.

"Da, da, pozhaluysta." ( Yes, Yes please.) Yana gasped.

At that I reached down and placing one hand under each of her armpits I lifted her up and placed her on the small bench of the changing room. Yana swiftly pulled her pants off and pulled her panties off to one side. So I had access to her pussy. I didn't have much but I had access. I knelt down in front of her and parted her legs, Before settling down between them.

I slid the index finger of my right hand in my mouth and coated it with a fresh coat of saliva

Before tenderly rubbing it all over Yana's succulent pussy lips.

"Hss." Yana hissed at my touch. As I lubricated her pussy. I needn't have bothered. Her pussy was already soaked, and was running. I rubbed her pussy lips a couple more times and then I started to lick her. I licked her lips, first down the right hand sided one, then up the left one. Then I sucked in the accumulation of juices with a loud, rude sounding slurping sound. Hoping that if there were other people around they either couldn't hear or would mistake the noise for something else.

After a few slurps of her delicious pussy. I pulled my lips away and blew gently on her pussy. Like I was blowing on a hot pie. An Aapt description because I was mere centimetres for a very hot pie. I blew on her pussy a few times. Getting small 'tee-hee' noises out of Yana as it obviously tickled. Then my tongue went on an exploratory mission as I licked every dark corner of Yana's pussy. Up and down the outside of her pussy lips, an in-depth exploration of her crinkly parts and the inside of her lips. A through exploration of Yana's clit. When I found her clit, I licked and sucked, specifically on that organ. I licked her clit, all around, and up and down. Before giving it a few small sucks.

I looked up and Yana was sitting there on the rudimentary bench. Her eyes closed, biting down on the index finger of her right hand. Her other fingers laying underneath it as she was trying to stifle her noises. Her engagement shone prominently on the ring finger of her right hand.

And Interestingly her nipples were leaking a small stream of milk each.

Her left hand reached and gently pulled me into her wanting me to be closer to her pussy. I reached up and took the antique police helmet off. Yana responded by pulling me in closer and stroking my hair as she held me.