Date: Tue, 07 Jul 2015 09:00:27 -0700 From: Carole Unwin Subject: DUTCH DYKE 1 MELEK – DUTCH DYKE CHAPTER 1 by cs.unwin Warning: This story contains adult content. If such material offends you or if you are under 21 please stop reading. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 cs.unwin, All rights reserved. Please email if you have any suggestions or comments: csunwin@yandex.com If you like this story please consider donating to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The Netherlands is such a small densely populated country; it is in many ways just one big city. With towns and cities located so close together, train service is excellent. High schools in that country are highly specialized, upon leaving primary school, students are streamed to different schools for university or college preparation or different kinds of vocational study. Every day in the morning and in the afternoon trains in the Netherlands are full of junior and senior high school students travelling from home to school and back. Experienced travellers will avoid trains at certain times of day. Melek is sitting in the upper level of the second class railway carriage on her way home from school. She feels annoyed by children clumping up and down the stairs and running through her compartment. She hates her twice daily train journey to school. She wishes she could attend a school closer to home, but she has been expelled from three already and has no choice. The train at this time of the afternoon is filled with students who are talking loudly and chasing their friends throughout the train. The boys are the worst and the noisiest, but some girls can be equally bad. Melek does her best to ignore the boys, but she likes to watch the girls. When she sees a girl that she thinks is pretty she likes to imagine dating her. Thin blonde girls with small boobs are her favourite and on this train there are plenty. Melek daydreams about removing their tight jeans, and discovering what kind of panties they have on. She wonders what their pussies look like underneath. Most girls she watches don't pay her much attention. Melek is not very pretty and she is the daughter of a Turkish immigrant. Blonde haired and blue eyed Dutch girls do not normally associate with girls who look like her. Melek has olive skin and thick dark hair which she wears to her shoulders. Her nose is typically Middle Eastern – large and slightly hooked at the end. Melek is also fairly plump; her thighs are big and her legs are not very shapely. Her best feature is her breasts which began to grow when she was 10 and which are now full and have a crease underneath when not supported by a bra. She is also much hairier than most girls she knows; her pubes are a full bush which trails off down her thighs and up towards her navel. Her bottom has a thick ring of dark hair circling her pink anus. She knows this because she has looked at herself with a mirror held between her legs. Melek is a confirmed lesbian with dike tendencies and few inhibitions. She sometimes wishes she could lose weight but has mostly accepted her body and the way she looks. It gets her what she wants. Older and much prettier woman like her because she is still only 14 and she lets them suck her pussy. Younger, prettier girls find it hard to resist her because she is not at all shy and she knows how to take advantage of their curiosity, insecurities and their needs. As the train approaches Amsterdam, green fields and small towns give way to apartment blocks. Melek has become bored watching cute blonde girls running up and down the aisles. She turns her attention to the seat opposite and surveys the skinny teen with dyed black hair sitting there texting on her mobile. The girl looks a bit Emo, but hasn't any facial piercings, tattoos or big black boots. Melek has seen her before always sitting alone. The Goth girl stops texting and takes a bun with a slice of cheese out of a plastic bag and begins eating it. She catches Melek's eye; they look at each other. Melek smiles at her and the Goth girl smiles back. The girl has a second bun in the bag, which she offers to Melek. "Thanks, that is very kind of you. Sure you don't want it yourself?" Melek says to the girl. "No, I will have supper as soon as I get home. My name is Lotte; I've seen you on this train before." "Thanks again. My name is Melek, and I live in Amsterdam South East," she says and bites into the sandwich, which is a typical Dutch snack - cheap, filling, but not especially tasty. Melek eats her sandwich and scrutinizes Lotte. Apart from being pale and skinny she is quite pretty and has a fragile toughness about her. Her boobs are slight and her hips bony. She has a look Melek is attracted to, and she wonders why she has not really noticed her before. Perhaps it is the Goth look. Melek wonders how she would look naked. The two girls talk about school where they live. Melek imagines what it would be like to put a finger her cunt; this makes her horny and decisive. "Let me buy you a coffee Lotte, when we get to Amsterdam, to pay you back for the sandwich," Melek says to her. Lotte is 12 and she has noticed the way Melek is looking at her, and she is pretty sure Melek wants to date her. She does not find the big Turkish girl very pretty, but she likes that she is older and she is curious to know what she has in mind. Lotte is quiet and shy, but she is attracted to strong girls. "OK, sure," Lotte replies. When they arrive at the station Melek asks Lotte to follow her. Amsterdam Central Station is next to the river below which are several canals spread out in a concentric U-shaped formation. Most of what is near the station is for tourists. Melek leads Lotte a hundred yards along the river to a 12 storey building which is the new central library. Were it not for the many bicycles parked outside and backpackers sitting on the front steps, the library might looks like a modern office building. On the 12th floor is a `La Place' franchise which is an upscale self-serve restaurant with a good selection of coffees. They take one of three lifts just inside the entrance. Instead of going directly to the restaurant, Melek stops the lift on the 7th floor which is the religious books section. She takes Lotte by the hand and leads her back behind stacks of books. The section is nearly deserted; there is evidently not much interest in religious books in Amsterdam. Lotte follows, she is happy to be led by the hand in this way. Once they are in the back and out of sight, Melek puts her arms around the girl's slim body and kisses her. Lotte relaxes and lets the larger girl envelope her body. She enjoys the feel of her large soft breasts, and the tip of her tongue between her lips. She has never had a girl take her so boldly and directly before, but she likes the feeling of being wanted. Melek wastes no time and unbuttons the top of Lotte's tight jeans, pulls down the zipper and pushes her hand between her legs. She is happy to let Melek fondle her, and is excited by the thrill of having her pussy touched in this public place. Lotte is too young to have a full bush, Melek feels a small patch of curly hair on top of her smooth child-like vulvae. It is deserted behind the stacks, the two are alone. Melek's fingers find what she is looking for, the entrance to Lotte's vagina. She has to push the jeans and panties halfway down her cheeks so her fingers can enter. Melek pushes her finger up into Lotte's tight hole. It is sticky and hard to penetrate at first; when she finds her hot wet centre her two fingers slide in and out smoothly. Lotte clutches at the larger girl, her legs are unsteady as her body responds to the crude finger fucking. Melek is rough and deliberate. She keeps pumping her finger steadily until Lotte's climax causes her body to let go. Melek holds her tight for a few moments to keep her from falling. She lets her go and, without a word, Melek turns and walks back to the lift. Lotte pulls up her trousers and fastens them, then hurries to keep up with her friend. Lotte orders a cappuccino and Melek a normal Dutch coffee. Melek pays for both and leads them to a booth in the back. Melek sips her coffee and puts two fingers against her nose and holds them there. "I love the smell of cunt," she says to Lotte, inhaling theatrically. "Your cunt smells very nice. Clean! I like that. Here have a sniff." She offers her fingers to the younger girl, who smells them. Of course she recognizes her own smell. And she may not be the tidiest dresser in the world, but she believes she can't be faulted for her personal hygiene. She plays with the foam on her cappuccino and waits for Melek to say more. Melek sniffs the finger again and says: "I have just made you my girlfriend. Is that a problem?" Lotte shakes her head and says: "No, no problem." "Good. I hope you are at good at sucking pussy, because you are going to be sucking mine a lot," she says with a smile, looking the younger girl in the eyes. Lotte does not say anything but holds her gaze and smiles back. Melek looks around to see if anyone is paying attention to them, and sure that the coast is clear she opens the top of her trousers and pushes her hand underneath into her hairy crotch. She uses her fingers to rub her clitoris a couple of time and then pushes two fingers into her own slippery vagina. There is a wet sucking sound as she plunges the fingers in and out quickly. Her eyes are locked on Lotte's; neither averts her gaze. She begins to pant as her climax builds. Her cheeks are sucked in and her mouth is pursed shut. Breathing through her nostrils is noisy and small grunts come from her throat. She emits a low moan and then a long sigh when she does open her mouth to exhale. A satisfied grin appears on her face and she removes her hand and offers it to Lotte, who sniffs and without hesitation purses her mouth around the offered fingers. She licks and sucks Melek's fingers for nearly a minute. Melek takes out her mobile and takes a photo of Lotte sucking on her fingers. She asks for Lotte's number and sends the picture to her. She also spends a few moments texting a message. "What time do you need to be home," Melek asks. "In a couple of hours." Lotte answers. "Lets go visit my friend Hanna, it is on the way." They finish their coffees and take the elevator to the ground floor. Melek holds out her hand for Lotte, who takes it obediently as they walk out the library door. On the way back to the station the sidewalk is crowded and they are sometimes forced onto the bike path where they have to dodge oncoming cyclists. This is typical Amsterdam – a regulated chaos of bikes and pedestrians. At the station they catch a number 2 tram which takes them past Dam Square, Leidseplein and the van Gogh Museum. They disembark in Amsterdam South which is a neighbourhood of pre-war flats built in Art Nouveau style. It is also a very expensive area, the very upscale Hilton Hotel where John Lennon and Yoko Ono had their first 'sleep-in' is located in Amsterdam South. Melek leads Lotte into an expensive block of flats and up to the third floor. The door is opened by a small smiling woman with curly hair and plain features. She is in her mid-50s but looks younger; she is Israeli and wears natural, casual clothes and no make-up. Her figure is almost like a boy's and she has hardly any breasts. "Melek, she says, how lovely to see you. Have you brought a friend for me to play with?" "Hey Hanna," she says, kissing her three times on alternate cheeks in the Dutch style. "This is my new girlfriend Lotte. I brought her here to fuck her. You can watch but you can't touch." "OK sweety, I understand. You want to use the bedroom or is the living room OK?" Melek chooses the living room and begins to undress while chatting with Hanna. Lotte stands quietly, a bit ill at ease, not sure what is expected of her. Melek takes off her sweatshirt and bra. Her large breasts have a slightly elongated shape and come to a point; her nipples are normally puffy but not now because they are erect. She steps out of her jeans and out of the boybrief style panties she prefers to wear because they are comfortable and don't chafe her thighs. Melek's crotch is a dark tangle of black curls which hide her plump lips. She has no panty line - dark strands trail up towards her belly and down the insides of her thighs. Lotte stares at her, eyes wide with surprise at the casual way she undressed. Hanna has left the room for another part of the flat. Melek sits on the sofa and lifts her heels behind her thighs. Her pussy is open; Lotte can see her pink moist lips peeking from behind black curls. "Lotte, come and kneel here. You can suck my pussy now!" The younger girl obeys; she is unsure exactly how to begin. Melek gently strokes her long black hair, takes a bunch in her hand and pushes the girl's face between her large thighs. Lotte has not tasted another's pussy yet, and she is curious how it will taste. She has, after all, the same equipment, minus hair. But there is a big difference between touching herself and putting her whole face into another girl's cunt. Her first impression is smell; Melek smells like pussy but also like sweat and asshole. The taste; it is wetter and slimier than she expected; the hair tickles her nose. Melek forcefully pulls her so tightly in between her legs Lotte can barely breathe. She begins to lick her clitoris and is able to bring air in through her nostrils. Lotte uses her tongue to circle the tiny bud hidden behind folds of wrinkled skin. She notices it is larger than her own; how much larger she can't tell. While Lotte is sucking on Melek's pussy, Hanna re-enters the sitting room. She is naked and has a 5 inch long vibrator in her hand. Her body, without clothes, looks surprisingly young. Only her breasts, which are flat like deflated balloon which hang on her chest, give away her age. She is unshaved like Melek, both under her arms and on her crotch, but her hair is slight and looks tidy. Hanna sits on an armchair opposite the couch turns on the vibrator and slides it up and down her lightly haired furrow. She watches Melek, but she thinking about Lotte. Hanna likes girls, especially those as young and nubile as Lotte. She adores Melek and will do almost anything she asks so long as she will have sex with her. She imagines what Lotte's young pussy looks like and fantasizes about putting her tongue between her pristine pink lips. This makes her very hot as she plunges the vibrator in and out of her wet hole. Melek is pleased with how Lotte licks her; she is inexperienced but shows promise. She directs her to use her fingers to fuck her wet cunt while at the same time licking her clit and the area below. Lotte is able to push three fingers into Melek's wet hole. Melek does not hold back her moaning, and yells out: "Yes, yes, fuck me Lotte!" Lotte pumps so hard her arm is getting stiff. Her fingers are coated with creamy white mucus-like substance she guesses is Melek's cum. She does not mind, and when Melek has her climax and makes her lick the slimy fingers, she is happy to do so. She supposes that is what girlfriends do, and she is proud to be her girlfriend. Melek uses her panties to wipe off her dripping pussy, and then slips them on, unconcerned they are now soiled. She puts on the rest of her clothes and leads Lotte by the hand out of the apartment. Hanna has by now shoved the vibrator in and out of her wet hole, as deep as it will penetrate. Any deeper, Melek, who is watching thinks, and it will get lost inside her. She tries to ask the girls to stay until she finishes but the words won't come out. She is too busy sobbing for breath as another orgasm overwhelms her. The two girls ignore her and walk out of the flat and out on to the street. It is a wide boulevard with a grassy median called Appololaan. Melek is holding Lotte's hand and leading the smaller girl, who is wondering what's in store for her next. A number of people are rushing home from work around them; Melek leads Lotte behind a large chestnut tree and puts her hands around the young girl's slim waist. Melek thinks it is like a child's, slim and with only the hint of hips. Her hands linger possessively for a few moments Without speaking Melek pushes two fingers into Lotte's mouth. Lotte covers the fingers with her lips and her tongue coats the surfaces and in between the digits. "I want you to go home now," Melek says, fingers still embedded between her lips. "I want you to think of me all the time. I want you to rub and finger yourself two times a day and think of my cunt while you are doing it. I want you to take a photo of your cunt and send it to me. Understand?" With her mouth full of fingers, Lotte is unable to answer, but she nods her head and grunts affirmative. "Also I want you to wear a skirt tomorrow, with your best pair of knickers." To be continued.