Murmansk Stone

It said, "Have Udela read the following message to him, ..."

I did, and as Udela spoke, the Conductor's eyes got very big, and he left, a determination in his eyes like he wanted nothing to do with us.

I asked Udela what the message was, and she said, "It said, 'Engineer-Conductor Gregorisov. You have 14 secrets. This man and his wives have secrets, too. The only person in this cabin is the man. You see no one else. If you see others, if other people find them, your 14 secrets will become 13 secrets, or maybe fewer. Signed, Omsk Friend."

She shrugged. I shrugged, too. I knew what was happening, or at least I suspected. This was a death threat against his family, probably.

We watched the countryside go by, and I wondered what kinds of things happened on Russian trains. Then, I remembered the bribes we had to pay to get the telecoms equipment put in, and all the right equipment delivered without being disappeared in transit.

Russia has always seemed to me to be a giant set of organized crime rackets pretending to be a country, and the way people interacted in it just made me want to leave as fast as I could.

Settling in, we had food delivered to our cabin (a use for the Mongolian money), and each of them took some time getting a quick 3 minute shower.

Since only some of the girls managed to bring any kind of packed bag, what t-shirts and clothes they had were shared around (at my request) so the six girls who had come running (and sweaty) had a chance to put on clean clothes afterwards.

They dressed in the tiny bathroom, and I didn't try to peek. I knew I'd see them eventually.

Pulling down the bunks, we got some sleep, since it was about 5 hours until we got to the border area.

That said, the lights switched on about 45 minutes before we were to get to the checkpoint.

The conductor came back and handed out the preprinted forms for entry into Mongolia. Just as he was explaining (in Russian) that there would be an inspector from the Mongolian Border Police coming onboard, my phone beeped.

Immediately after this, every girl there (they all had phones) had their phone beep.

On each was a texted picture of a United States Passport. I'd gotten the same pictures, so I looked at one closely. Visible in it was their picture and details. I got that their place of birth was Irkutsk, Irkutsk Oblast, Russia, but they all had the same last name - Kaminsky.

While I was trying to figure this out, the girls were figuring out what they were looking at.

One of the girls screamed.

The conductor was disturbed, seeing this, and told us he'd be back shortly.

Elenna took charge and told them all to proceed and fill out the preprinted cards with the data we saw on our screens.

I wondered what limits there were to The Chair's power.

The girls were in awe of me. I was magical. Frankly, I kind of thought so, too. I didn't control the magic, but I didn't deny it was there.

They wanted to know how this could be true.

I said, "It's complicated. Trust me. Do what I tell you."

Elenna looked at me with evaluating eyes. She spoke up first. "You ask us for trust. You tell us, you give orders, tasks. Is this for crime? What are you going to ask? I trust you. I do not know who is telling you to do things, I cannot trust them."

I nodded.

One of the other girls, Tossa, translated to Russian, slowly enough so they could all hear in the noisy train car but not so loud the sound would carry to the next cabin. The other girls nodded at this question, they all wanted to know, too.

I spoke plainly but slowly - Tossa started translating my words as I spoke, so I had to not get too far ahead.

"I don't know you all very well yet. I will know you better, I hope. I am giving you a gift. This gift is to come and live in America with me, in a giant house - or set of houses - together, all of us and many more besides. When we get there, you will have easier, safer, longer lives. But. You will have obligations - responsibilities - jobs. I expect your house to be clean, organized. I expect each of you to have many children with me, to raise them to be smart, capable people, to care for the Earth, and each other, and all humans, by ecology. To be ethical and Good Moral People. To give me many, many, many grandchildren, eventually. In between, when you are not working on house and children, you will live healthy lives, eating good food and exercising, getting academic degrees and achieving great things."

Tossa finished.

The women were looking at me, smiling like they'd won the lottery.

I asked Elenna, "Why are they smiling?"

"You ask things, we wanting this also-same. You Not saying is chance to know time-you. I think also-same you not have time with me. Small-times, each us also same also time."

Her grammar wasn't great, and I wasn't confident what this word-salad meant, but I doubted she'd spoken with many native English speakers before, she'd pick it up.

The conductor came back (speaking in Russian, Elenna translated). "Everything good?"

"Da, da, da."

"Mongolia inspection, in 10 minutes, I will solve problems. Do you have cash?"

Some negotiation happened. He told us how much would be expected. I had more than enough.

He left.

The inspection went off without a hitch.

The inspector glanced at the phones and nodded, comparing the photos with the girls, but I was pretty sure he would have nodded regardless based on the 2,400 euros I wrapped around the stack of travel forms we'd filled out and gave him.

The train started again and we were on our way.

I lay down for a nap, wanting to get at least a little shut-eye, but under the covers quickly I was joined by Tossa. She said, "I make translate for you. You tell me what you want, sex, fun. I will tell them."

I said I would show her.

After she came the second time, everyone in the cabin knew that I wasn't the grab-ass kind of boyfriend, I could give some satisfaction, too.

Then, and only then, did I climb up between her legs and kiss her, wet face and all. She kissed me back, passionately, and I made a first-entrance into a place that she had a certain need of filling with something attached to me that was solid and cylindrical and basically dick-shaped.

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Tossa woke me as we rolled through the outskirts of Ulan Bator, and I was fascinated (as all the girls were) with the scenery flowing by outside. The houses were different from so many other places. Asian, and sort of Indian, but sort of Chinese, and almost Russian... it blended together but with a style all its own.

Painting your house yellow there was normal.

We gathered our things and added each other to our phones' contacts list, just in case, but one test and we found our sim cards didn't work that way.

I had been to lots of countries, and almost every city had an Amex office. Amex solved problems, and I told them, in an emergency, "If you get lost anywhere, leave a message for me at the Amex office, or just wait there to meet up if you need to."

Our plan in order, we set out, and I needed to know what kinds of hotels were available, at what prices, that wouldn't object to women that had no hardcopy passports.

Some train stations have a window / office for 'Accomodations' where local people offer to rent a room to a traveler. You pay the travel office, they pay the person renting the room. It's sometimes exploitative, maybe, but at least it's a known thing that's not a hotel, and lots cheaper, too (which I knew from side trips that I didn't want to spend a lot of money on).

This question - my being a chaperone to a volleyball team from the USA and needing many beds - got us a rental of a house not so far from the train station, in a residential neighborhood that wasn't upscale but wasn't crime ridden, either.

The homeowner / proprietor was an older lady, maybe in her 60's, who had a big room with a lot of soft mats to sleep on, and a couple of mattresses in an adjoining room.

She said I could keep an eye on them that way, and after about 10 minutes with her, I figured out she was hot for me, too.

We were communicating in broken English and using a translation app on the only phone we had that worked, mine.

We dropped our 'bags', really backpacks and two bags, since most of them didn't have much time to pack anything, and I asked her to call us a cab.

She laughed, "You will need Two!"

The concept of trying to travel anywhere with 12 women wasn't an obvious thing. We really needed three cabs.

I called the airport car rental, but they only spoke mongolian.

Casting about, I knew the best way to get stuff done was to call the Jacobs International, a line of hotels all around the world and their motto is, "One foot in our hotel is one foot in American Territory."

They could do Anything. Of course, they charged $300 a night almost everywhere, but you got what you paid for - phones that worked, beverages and food exactly like in Des Moines or Cleveland or Atlanta, whatever. The TVs in the rooms got the same stations that everyone in the US got.

The big deal at Jacobs was the concierge service. You could get Anything Done. It might cost, and they would tell you how much, but I'd heard stories about various extra-legal things they could help with.

We didn't need that fancy stuff.

I called the Jacobs and asked for the Concierge.

"Concierge."

"Hello! Sorry to trouble you, not a hotel guest YET. I'm a U.S. citizen, I find myself chaperoning 14 college students, and we need a van. I'd be happy to stop by and give you a tip for your trouble in telling me, but I can't Get there, to give you a tip. Any ideas? Where I might rent a van?"

"Sir. Do you have a pen? The number is, _____. Tell them 'Chest Green' and they'll rent you what you need - probably a small bus. Are you poor?"

"No, just inconvenienced. Airport car rental companies don't speak English."

"They do if you say, 'Take me to the Jacobs'."

I laughed, thanked him, and hung up.

I called the number he'd given me and said I would be staying at the Jacobs, and they came and picked us up. Beautiful!

As soon as the van arrived, I paid the driver directly to do whatever we wanted, stay with us the whole day, and sure enough, we had easy transport to the Amex office (my real goal).

One of Amex's perks is the ability to have them keep track of your current address, so I gave them my new one - having a guess that actual replacement hard copy passports for the girls might appear sometime.

We got more cash, and I was directed to a bank that could give us some walking around money, as well as where shopping districts were that could sell us everyday clothes.

After we got done at the local bank, I had money, so I handed each of them 500 Euros and told them to buy low-key, everyday clothes. I wanted them to have a week's worth of underwear and socks, very normal bras, t-shirts and jeans or skirts, etc. Absolutely nothing that would make them stand out, we wanted to blend in like we were local people, so look around and see what everyone else is actually wearing.

Walking or athletic shoes were vital, too. They dispersed, going shopping, and I was happy I didn't have to go along. Clothes shopping with my wife was a point of irritation for me, usually.

What they were wearing was of decidedly crappy-Russian vintage.

We met up at a restaurant for lunch and I got them new low-end but perfectly functional cellphones. I thought about buying nice ones - money was no object - but I didn't want to attract attention.

Plus, you can't buy 12 of the highest-end cellphones from the same store.

They had more shopping to do, and I waited around while they visited the drugstore, too.

Back at our house by 3 pm, we had time to re-pack into new soft-side suitcases and look much more the part as almost-prepared people.

Dinner out and then back by 7, I had to wonder what to do next.

Or, who.

The homeowner lady "house-mama" hung out in the hallway and listened to the gossip about what each shop had and whether they'd made good choices. I called the lady over and wondered if anything I said would be interpreted as a command.

There was one way to find out.

I typed into the translation software, 'Please remove your clothing."

She looked at that, then walked in and opened a dresser drawer by the wall!

I laughed, and stopped her. She was going to remove her clothing from the dresser!

The girls were watching this.

I retyped, "Please be naked."

She nodded fast and happily, and got naked for us, folding her clothes into a pile on the floor in the hallway.

As soon as she was all the way naked, I translated, "My girls are going to have sex with each other. I am going to have sex with them. Please arrange to have a nice dinner brought here. Good, healthy, traditional Mongolian food. Do not make it spicy, I am a weak mouth person."

She laughed at that, and nodded. "Food money?"

I pulled out 300 euros and figured that would be enough. It was.

The rest of us got naked, and I pulled Litell over into my room.

Litell was medium height, weight, bustline, and even (on the scale of most girls her age) in facial beauty. What she lacked in distinctiveness was more than made up for by super-active eyes, watching everything, obviously being excited and into everything we'd been doing all day.

I liked that just soooo much, but I didn't have a lot of words in Russian to say it, and her English wasn't so great. I was not impressed with the Irkutsk school system, at least as far as their language programs.

Since we were both naked, just as soon as I shut the door we fell into a full-body hug, her boobs pressing against my chest, my strident erection poking her in the abdomen.

I was taller than she was, and maybe taller than I had been, it was hard to tell, so I bent my head down to kiss her. My lips found hers, warm soft wet lips that pressed against mine and parted slowly to let our tongues dance.

Her hand went to the side of my face caressing me with a fondness I wasn't expecting, but then again my luck with women was almost certainly being enhanced by something and I didn't take it as anything reflective of something I actually deserved.

I Definitely didn't deserve her! She was Amazing!

My hands found her back and side, rubbing up her soft ribcage skin and bumping my wrist into the curve of her breast. I wanted this, and I could tell she did, too.

We broke the kiss and she turned to the bed to pull me over, then pushed me down to sit while she grabbed a nearby full-size bath towel and spread it across the sheets, pulling the covers out of the way in the process. Explaining as she finished and crawled up to lie on it, she said, "Devvo. Devstvennik."

I didn't know that word. She made the international hand gesture of fucking - finger in and out of hand-making-oh, pointing to herself and saying "nyet".

"Ah. Virgin."

"Veergeen. Da." Patting the towel as she lay on it, she said, "Chisty. Uh... Cleeena." Clean, she meant, so she didn't get the sheets dirty if there was blood or something.

That I understood. "Spaseebeh" I knew how to say thanks. My pronunciation was good, at least.

She lay flat and I crawled up onto her, then after kissing a while made my way down to nibble and peck at her breasts, teasing a pert nipple on a firm breast that I just had to kiss around and then lick and then suck on.

Her inhales told me I was doing a good job, at least.

Moving down her body, I kissed my way across her significant bush (they didn't do this there? What was up with these people?) and nuzzled my way in, pushing her lips aside with my nose to lick and kiss and caress my way into a banquet of delicious juices.

Fingers gliding firmly but gently across her upper inner thigh, I started licking up near her clit, but not quite over it. My fingers found her entrance, but only one would fit past her hymen. I kept moving that, though, bending it up to press in on the upper inside of her vagina as my tongue started lapping regularly over her whole upper clit area.

This generated some reaction!

She squirmed and screamed in delight, not holding back, groans and happy noises flowing from her mouth but in ever-decreasing half-gasps of joy that were steadily building.

Maybe five minutes into this, she came, my regular rhythmic motions getting the result I was aiming for. I could have slowed down, but I figured, hey, lets see how long this goes.

I counted.

At over a minute (her pussy pulsing on my finger all the while) I decided that was probably enough for a bit, and slowed down, letting her come back down to reality.

I moved up her body, kissing my way up but also sort-of rubbing my wet face on her skin.

Getting there, her legs stayed parted for me and I rubbed my cock up and down the slot where I'd just been working, finding the right place and positioning.

She nodded at me, kissing my face with an abject joy that this was happening. I raised my eyebrows and said, "Now?"

"Now."

"Dree, Dva, adeen..." I pushed, sharply and up to make it fast but stopped, and she screamed in pain.

We hung there for a minute or probably two as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Eventually, her hips moved under me, "Now."

Moving again, I made tiny in-and-out motions to get her used to the idea and get me used to being in a seriously tight pussy.

I'd had that before, and recently, but I figured there would be some getting-used-to-it on her part that would be appreciated.

Yeah, she appreciated it! She started building up again, despite the initial pain, and pretty much the whole time (7 or 8 minutes of my gently gliding in and out) she was writhing in almost-agony-bliss. In and out of orgasms with a clench or 5, then breathing hard and whimpering, then back up and into another set of clenches.

Soft, hot, wet, and tight, that's the premier level of fucking an ideal pussy, and she gave that to me.

I built up, too, moving faster and faster as my need increased, my hips flying into a slamming-in motion and BOOM YEsZzzz ooohhfuu FUCK yeah! Offffffuuck uuuhhh uhhhUHHH wowooooooo yeahh!!!" My cum spurted up and into her, deep as deep could be, eyes closing in the joy of the sharing, her cries of joy filling my brain just like my own were.

My jerky motions of in-farther in-farther continued until I jerked to a stop, then rotated off and lay flat on the bed, facing the ceiling.

Movement caught my eye from across the room and I spied the door was open.

All 11 of them were watching, some kneeling on the floor, some pressed in behind, some standing. We had an audience and I didn't even know it.

Of course, I wasn't upset by an audience, just surprised. I'd had an audience the previous few days in that hotel room, so it was fine. Everyone wants to watch, it's natural.

They all to a one were smiling widely. One girl even had tears running down her face.

Since I had seen them, they came in and crowded around us, kissing me and even kissing Litell on the cheeks.

I smiled watching this, and said, "No. Kiss her. Everyone should kiss her, deep and full. Lips. Over her heart. We must find love."

They nodded and with some translation they did that, too. Elenna bent over and kissed Litell's lower abdomen, right over where her uterus was, and I nodded strongly, indicating I liked that.

She spoke in rapid-fire Russian to them, and then they each repeated that kiss, too.

Surprising me, Elenna came over to me and kissed my abdomen, too, then took my mostly-deflated cock and started sucking it down. She used the same word - "Chisty. Clean. I make clean."

I'd just come, so I wasn't so much re-energized by this as just given warm-fuzzy happy thoughts.

Elenna pulled up the covers over us and they all smiled and filed out. As they left, she called back, "Food to arrives I yell."