Pasha on the Playa Pt. 01

"Stop! How can I talk when you torture me?" I turned her over and licked the flesh mounded up at me.

"Mama, Marty says he doesn't want to let the librarians go when this is over. Says plumbers can work anywhere and he will go where we go. What if we invent resume for you? Technical services librarian, specialty in mathematics. Adjunct professor of Russian studies. Tutor in Russian language for advanced students?"

Katarina had an idea too. "There is Tahoe-Baikal Institute, with graduate exchange students working on environmental problems. Not far from here. Didn't you go to Baikal when you were younger?"

Mama arranged herself between my legs with her head on my thigh. The librarians were arranged on her ample chest. I discovered Russian women hummed when they were happy, like American girls.

"Marty, is true you want to keep house with three Russian women? Can be terrible fights."

"I love fights. The librarians already know that fights with me end up with great sex."

Katarina rolled over and said, "When you have climax on that big cock, all the fight goes out of you. He kisses you and hugs you and next thing it is morning."

Svetlana wasn't convinced. "But Marty, why us? The girls tell me you met them three days ago."

I put my shorts on and sat in one of the camp chairs. "Why not you? Smart, beautiful, educated, loving, tough, organized, creative..."

They were beating on me, their tits bouncing wildly. "Stop, stop. Not permitted to be that nice to us."

I gestured to Svetlana to sit on my knee. "You know what really turns me on? Russian women like plumbers!"

Another small riot. The twins whispered to me that they were ok with mother around. Just please remember they were needy too?

Something had to be done about all the energy inside the truck, so we went for an immediate bike ride, criss crossing the avenues and streets. It was cooling down and the camp was coming alive. Some people were still concentrating on how little they could wear, while others were in every imaginable wild costume. There were many couples, and lots of same sex partners. I explained to Svetlana that Burning Man was a place where you could let loose all your inhibitions and enjoy life with friends, including a lot of loving.

"Plumbers believe in lots of loving?" Her eyes danced at me.

"Only with beautful mathematicians from Omsk."

She peddled away, the twins laughing behind her.

Back at the truck, the girls and I cleaned up the vehicle and got it connected to the charger. Svetlana made drinks and foraged for dinner ingredients. The big standards got rolled back up. Elena checked for nightime music on the remote, which would be hard to see in the dark. They asked if we could adjust the throne so the four of us could be together. "Librarans do not wish to be demoted to level of serfs!" I found tools in the truck and did some metal bending. Presto, a seat for four.

I sat in my outdoor chair, bare feet in the dust, eyes shaded from the low sun, and relaxed with a Russian made margarita, which tasted great. I didn't even complain when it was announced that plumber had the duty to assemble the grill and do the steaks. I reflected that I was ten years older than the twins, and fifteen years younger than their mother. The loving was fine in both directions.

I made a point of having Svetlana catch me staring at her every time she glanced in my direction. After a while, she couldn't take it and came to rest on my knee with a warm kiss. "Marty, you are staring all the time and making me nervous."

I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled her ear and licked her neck. "Oh, that is going through me." She wiggled her butt.

I whispered, "You need a little extra loving, don't you? A special welcome to America."

She pounded gently on my shoulders and back."You are making silly mathematician cry."

I gave her over to the twins so I could watch the meat. There was a long family hug.

The daughters carried on with dinner and let their teary mother sit next to me. She held my hand. I thought about growing up in Omsk in Soviet days. Tough times, especially for a female with smarts in math.

I brightened up and asked, "Are you thinking of staying out west? I can take you to lots of fun places. All kinds of recreation. All kinds of ways to lose money in casinos. Colleges and universities to look for work."

The twins charmed the hell out of me when they said, "We have to discuss with Mama. She is head of family. Ok with us to leave Brooklyn if she agrees."

I told them to take a walk together while I cleaned up. They grabbed a sweater and left, chattering in Russian.

Tomorrow was Saturday, the biggest day of Burning Man week. I sat with my laptop and looked at the map of the theme camps and other sites to see.

I checked over the Pashamobile again. Battery charged. Generator for music had full tank. The electric start was handy. One push and instant power.

The threee of them surrounded me and said, "Marty, Svetlana thinks wild west adventure with plumber is great idea. So do we. You will look after Russian women?"

"Let's go for a ride and talk."

Elena had something light and bouncy going as we rocked ourselves down six o'clock avenue again. Some people along the way waved and shouted, "Hail, Pasha."

Katarina answered in Russian and they looked impressed. I said, "Librarians not worried that Pasha is Turk?"

"Yes, but originally Russian. From Crimea. Survived war."

"So librarians and Mama are going to survive in American west? Very tough place. Still skeletons in desert."

"Plumber will keep us safe. Plumbers always know where to find water." They giggled and kissed me.

"The snow is very deep in the passes in winter. Do you ski?"

"Librarians go to Poconos with Uncle Ivan one time. Big bus full of Jews having party. Put on skis. Fell down hill. Only went back up hill once. Cold and wet."

"I will teach you to run. Useful when bear is chasing. After hard run, you have to sit in bathtub with ice cubes to fix muscles." I tickled them and they screamed no one was putting their bottoms in ice cubes.

Mama had to remind me to steer. I moved and put her in driver's seat. Put librarians to work on lights and music as we joined parade.

Svetlana said, "This is incredible. Crazy machines, crazy lights, crazy sound."

In the distance, there was a bright flash of flaming propane. I told Mama to point us in that direction. As we got closer, we could see long arms with jets of flame shooting out every few seconds. I told them, "That is Pulpo Mechanico. Very famous." There was a large crowd around the base of the gigantic machine, silhouetted in the flames and shouting. The octopus moved slowly forward, bringing light and flame to the playa. Enormous amounts of propane were burning. The plumber in me admired what must be incredible piping and control valves inside.

We turned and followed the parade far across the playa. We drove out into the desert, so we could shut down and watch everything from our perch. The battery said we still had an hour.

Mama and I each got a daughter in our laps and everyone hugged. I said, "You are serious about throwing in with me?"

Svetlana said, "Yes, but we are worried about you. Daughters tell me your girlfriend left. Now you have not one but three girlfriends. That is ok?"

I kissed her as softly as I could, against the pulsing music blasting out from camp, and said, "I think you are very special. In America, young people call it hooking up. The three of us are hooked up?"

The girls sat up and cheered. "Plumber, you are funny. Yes, we are hooked up."

Mama kissed me and said, "Hooked up. Yes." I laughed and asked, "You will have to teach me Russian for hooked up. The version about connected in bed."

Mama pulled my hair and said, "Very naughty. Babushka would chase you out of house."

Elena said, "Marty, are we staying up all night? Are we smoking pot?"

I pulled her across me and beat a tattoo on her behind. My hand went between her legs and rubbed on the plump bottom. "When I was in the Marines, I had to stand night watches. I'm glad I don't do that anymore."

Svetlana had her arm around my neck. "You were a soldier?"

"Yes, for four years. In Iraq."

"Not good time."

"No. Not at all. Sad to see people killing each other over religion."

"We will not talk about it."

"Thank you."

The Pashamobile made its way, very slowly, through masses of lighted people and out to our camp and truck. We hung on each other and definitely were not staying up all night.

The twins made a nest on the mattress in the truck, and we sat in a circle with ice cream and berries.

"Librarians, have you found a place for four people to live well and have good jobs?"

"Plumber, we can get jobs, but maybe not so great jobs. Just jobs to bring home a paycheck. What do you think, can we start our own business and not starve?"

I gave my bowl to Elena and backed myself up against the wall of the truck. Then dragged Mama up between my legs and wrapped us tightly in one of the summer blankets. I kissed the back of her neck and she wrapped my hands around her front.

She asked, "What is plumber doing? Is very nice in your lap."

"I am thinking. Thinking about a business that does not let us starve like the Donner Party."

Katarina said, "Yes, librarians read that story. Sad. Those people were not very smart."

"Yes. Mama should know that going with plumber means she will not starve." I kissed her neck again and she rubbed my hands on her boobs. The twins laughed and lay next to us. Elena asked, "If we add up all the money, how much is there?"

I said, "If I paid all my bills, there would be about fifty thousand left."

The librarians added up some numbers and said, "For both of us, maybe one hundred thousand."

Mama said, "For Svetlana, nothing. Russia maybe lets my pension come to U.S., but only five hundred dollars a month."

I said, "Truly sad. Sounds like back to potato soup and vodka."

Elena said, "Mama, we already told him that drunk Russian guys don't get any sex. At least in our family!" All three of them laughed, and I pinched a Mama nipple.

I said, "In the Sierra, the mines and the forests have given out. What is left is tourists and recreation and some computer businesses. And gambling, which is dying."

They looked at me, waiting for more.

"But these people and their fancy second homes need services. We know services. Plumbing, books, work that needs math, research for businesses..."

"Marty, we have to stop calling you just plumber. You are a very smart man."

Mama turned and kissed me. "Yes, he is smart man. And great lover, do not forget. Hard to find. I know!"

The girls laughed and poked their mom. "Great lover, but we have to share!"

"Marty, do you have a house, a regular job?"

"If I tell the truth, Mama will never let me marry you."

Mama's hands came back and tried to grab my hair. "I have been renting cheap cottages. And working for plumbing companies as an extra hand. Gives me freedom, but not good life for women. I have idea, if you want to hear."

Svetlana got up, turned around, and sat on me.

"A friend has some land near Truckee that is subdivided and is not far from utilities. He wants fifty thousand for ten acres. He will provide water and power to the lot. We can buy a prefabricated log cabin kit and put it up by ourselves. I have pictures. We can get part time jobs while we are making a house, and thinking about a business. Does this sound like something three Russian ladies would be interested in?"

All three of them were sitting on me now, peering down with inscrutable gazes, just like women do in novels.

"Mama, not much worse than Russia. Not so crowded as Brooklyn."

Mama said good idea to sleep on. We did.

The body next to me said in the night that it was cold and snuggled closer. It was Katarina, which I could tell because she had the smallest boobs. The tips were cold and I got up to pee and find another blanket. Soon everyone was peeing. Katarina got back in the same place, but had to have a kiss. A very long kiss, with her hand between my legs. A voice from behind said, "No kissing, no loving in dark."

This energized Katarina, who turned on her back and pulled me into missionary position. She got my hard cock out of my briefs in inserted him in the right place. Then she started talking to me in Russian, interrupted frequently by moans. Mama said in my ear, "Daughter is very bad. Not supposed to do that now."

My partner misjudged her little game. Her body decided this was a real fuck and it wanted hard and fast loving. A new tone crept into her voice and the Russian was replaced by English. "Marty, please more. I'm going to cum. Oh, lover." And she dissolved in shaking and twisting and coming.

Elena was leaning over us. "Sister, that was terrible tease. Mama and I are all hot and wet. Marty has to fix us too."

I did. All three of them were talking rapid fire Russian in between all their moans and coming noises. I lasted through it. After all the sex today, there wasn't much left, but Mama got it, all of it. And cried and howled at me.

I wasn't feeling very alpha male in the morning, even after a coffee delivery. Svetlana sat next to me and said, "That was very good, in the night. You treat us Russian women well. Not sure why." She slapped my rear affectionately. I kissed her ear affectionately. "Impossible not to like Russian women."

We wrestled around for a while, trading insults. She sat up and asked, "You are serious about us helping build new house and living in it with you?"

"Very. You and the twins know about living close to the land."

"Yes. My great, great grandparents were serfs. Starved half the time. No plumbing, no electricity."

The others climbed into the truck, sipping coffee and offering pieces of pastry. They had on boy shorts and sports bras. "Marty, what about a run?"

I glared at them, "Mama says you were very bad in the night. Must be punished. She will supervise. Over my knees. Right now."

"Oh please, plumber, no beating!"

Elena was first. I slipped the shorts down and exposed her pretty bottom to Svetlana and myself.

My hands started slow and gentle. Every few slaps, I stopped and rubbed between her legs, which gave me a wet hand. The slaps got harder and faster, and her hips started moving. My finger found her clit and rubbed there. Mama caressed the back and pulled the bra free from the firm tits. In one more minute, she pinched a nipple very hard and the body in my lap screamed and shuddered through a nice orgasm. A good way to start the day, I thought, especially since they had emptied me so thoroughly last night.

Katarina had been watching and had wide eyes that looked fearful. She is wondering which is worse, the sore behind or the wild climax, I thought.

Her globes had more muscle than Elena's, and no give in them as my hands came down. Her tits were smaller and Mama treated them badly, squeezing and poking. She was very wet from watching her sister get punished. The orgasm scream came quickly. Her behind was hardly red.

I pulled them in close and whispered, "You are bad and sexy and I love you both."

"Oh, Plumber, what are we going to do with you? When we try to be mad, you put your fingers in naughty places and make us come." The kisses went on.

I asked, "Mama, do you run with us?"

"When I was a girl, I ran with the boys everyday. But not for long time now. I suppose they will make you beat me if I do not run?"

"Mama, good for heart, good for strength in legs, good for everything." They laughed at their mother getting into her shorts and ordinary top. "We will find proper bra for you. They will bounce too much in that. Marty will attack you." More laughing.

Saturday is a special day at Burning Man. From sunup to sundown, everyone is anticipating the incineration of the giant statue. Crowds walk out and around the wooden creation. Mystics in loincloths and headbands sit out in the dust, praying to the divine spirit of the Man, who will ascend to the heavens along with flames and ash in the evening. The less pious laugh about the world's biggest bonfire.

The run was good. Down side streets, there were endless sights in theme camps. At the foot of the avenues there were entertainment places. Skateboarding, large art pieces made for climbing, bands for listening, bands for dancing.

I said, "Let's make some lunch and come here to the playa with the vehicle. You can drive wherever you like. Pasha will pretend his concubines have revolted and taken over."

At the truck, we took a quick shower to get the dust and sweat off. With a cold soda, we relaxed inside.

I said, "If the Russian women are serious, we have a big time problem with new house. Only two months to freezeup and maybe snow."

They sat on me and said, "We have revolution and are in control. You will tell us how to work hard and not freeze in the snow. We are not Donner Party."

I said, "We are all crazy, but fun crazy. Maybe we find used trailer for house site. Just in case."

Mama pulled my hair and repeated, "Just in case."

She looked at twins. "Plumber thinks ahead. Is good."

"Mama, you are spoiling him. Tough professor is supposed to tell him how dumb he is."

I had the tough professor between my legs again, doubled over from my tickling. She wrestled me around and gave me a hot kiss and said, "Marty, you are so much fun. When does the music stop?"

It was my turn to pull hair and get us going in the Pashamobile. It was fully charged, but I stopped and asked, "Why don't we bike now and then take dinner with us later and get a place in the circle of vehicles around the burn?"

It was a very lazy bike ride. Svetlana said, "Hard to think of freezing in snow out here." Katarina responded, "In the middle of January, with wind from Canada blowing dust into your eyes at ten below, not take long to freeze all the way through."

I shivered and laughed. "Russian women scare Plumber into working faster on log house!"

"Yes, and every night we fix hearty Russian dinner for our lover!"

Elena said, "Plumber may gag if we don't stop foolish talk."

Many camps were already being taken down. Tomorrow, many would line up for long, slow trek home, while others waited for Monday, after the burning of the Temple.

I said, "I have an idea. Why don't we look up places along 395 where we can buy log houses. We can go there on way to Truckee. Can't drive fast with all the traffic anyway. We will take the back road from Gerlach."

The sexy librarians, wearing their running gear, noticed that most of the women we passed were topless. "Mama, ok if we take tops off? Work on tan lines?"

They laughed and Svetlana frowned. "Marty, at home these two would be over my knee for topless."

I leaned toward her and said, "Take yours off and show them that you appreciate art at Burning Man!"

She looked sharply at me, just as I was paying attention to an impressive naked chest bicycling by.

"Ok, Plumber, but mother of bad girls gets special loving tonight!"

Soon, I was surrounded by three marvelous topless Russian women. As we rode along, their magnificant assets were getting looks, but so was I.

Katarina said, "Mama, other men want to know how he rates three topless ladies."

"He is Plumber and he is building us a house!"

We all laughed loudly and rode until our legs were weary, ending up at the truck at four. I told the women to shower and relax on the soft mattress inside, I would bring drinks.

Fruit juice and a little tequila knocked us right out. After a while, I was pushed onto my front and fingers played around with skin and muscles and tickling. I kept my eyes closed and thought about how hard I would work to provide for my new friends, who were smart and sexy and loving. Like Elena said, it was too too sappy.