Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 16:16:23 +0000 (GMT)
From: CS Unwin <cs.unwin@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Foster Home in Germany

Foster Home in Germany

By cs.unwin

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My name is Zainab. It is an Arab name which means "a fathers precious
jewel". I work as an escort in the city of Frankfurt, Germany. I am very
good at what I do and I am very well paid for it. My customers are mostly
wealthy businessmen and some women. Because I was born in Iraq and look
Middle Eastern you would think that I would be popular with wealthy
visitors from the Middle East. But you would be wrong. These men, when they
visit Germany, invariably choose buxom blondes with fair skin for their
entertainment. But that is fine with me, because many Germans have the
opposite preference and I do not lack customers.

I would like to tell you the story of how I came to Germany and my sexual
education which, in some ways, led to my career choice. Members of my
family were refugees from Iraq and we were all illegally smuggled into
Germany. My father was the first to arrive followed by his three wives and
some of the children he had with these wives. I was the youngest and the
last to join my family. Refugees are not permitted to work in Germany so my
family operated a black market cleaning business to make a living. One day
the authorities clamped down, my father was caught and he and his wives as
well as the adult children were deported back to Iraq.

Since documentation in war-torn Iraq was haphazard and hard to come by,
there was no clear evidence that I was directly related to my father or any
of his three wives. The court recommended I be placed in a local
foster-home rather than be returned to Iraq. My father, no doubt sensing a
future opportunity, chose not to contest this ruling. I was separated from
my family and sent to live in a foster home run by Frau Engel.

Frau Engel was a German woman in her mid-forties, who lived in a spacious
apartment in a dingy suburb of the city of Cologne. She looked like a
typical German `hausfrau' (housewife). She was quite big with large hips, a
large bust, and a visible belly. Her flat had three bedrooms - one for Frau
Engel and two others for her foster children. She only accepted girls for
foster care.

I was twelve years old at that time with the typical dark hair and olive
skin of my race. I was short and thin, and I had only just begun my monthly
cycle. It was only a year later that my breasts started to bud and sparse
dark hair began to grow on my pussy. I spoke German well and I was already
pretty knowledgeable about sex. When you live in a one room apartment with
a man and his three wives, it is hard to avoid seeing and hearing what goes
on after the children are supposed to be sleeping.

Whichever wife slept next to him was the one he chose to relieve his male
needs. He would pull down his underpants, lift up the nightgown of the
woman next to him, and push his big sausage shaped cock into her hairy
bush. He would grunt and groan as if in pain then roll over and go to sleep
after he had discharged himself into her. Each of his wives made a
different noise when they were being fucked. One simply grunted when she
was being ploughed, another gasped when her own climax arrived, and the
third was prone to talk dirty. She would say: `Yes Amir, fuck me harder,
give me your big cock,' and so forth.

On a few occasions, when my father was away, and his wives thought I wasn't
watching they would pleasure each other. I could hear the rustling of hands
groping under bedclothes and telltale sucking sound a woman's fingers make
as they piston back and forth into a wet pussy. I would hear phrases like:
`fuck my pussy', `I am so hot', and `help me cum now'. Needless to say this
prompted me to rub my own sex on the rare occasion I was alone. I got a
nice tingling sensation from rubbing between my hairless pussy lips, but I
was then too young to experience a real orgasm.

Once I arrived at Frau Engels, I knew this life was behind me and I
realized I had to adapt to a new situation. The Children's Aid official who
brought me stayed while Frau Engel welcomed me, explained the house rules,
and showed me to my bedroom. I was assigned the top of a bunk bed and given
a small cheap flat-pack dresser for my few possessions. I was told I would
be sharing the room with Lotte, a fourteen year old girl. I unpacked my
meagre belongings and made my bed. When I was done I pulled off my jeans
and lay down and took a nap wearing only a t-shirt and baggy cotton
panties.

I was awoken by the arrival of my roommate. She was tall for her age,
blonde, pretty and typically German. Her natural beauty was somewhat marred
by the quantity of cheap makeup that she wore. She had a full figure and a
pair of boobs I could only dream of having.

"My name is Lotte. I am going to be your big sister." She said with a grin
and she tousled my hair with her hand.

I was a bit surprised at the physical contact, and even more so when she
climbed up onto the top bunk and lay down beside me. Her boobs were resting
against my arm and she draped her leg over my own.

"My mother ran off with a trucker and my father started giving me baths
when I was your age." Lotte said with a laugh.

"That is why they put me here."

"What's your story?" She asked me.

I explained to her my situation. While I was talking she eyed me intently,
brushed the hair from my eyes and stroked my arm. It felt nice.

"It is pretty OK here." Lotte told me.

"Frau Engel is nice if you get on her good side. The other girls are pretty
cool. Only watch out for Hannah. She sometimes hangs with a bad crowd."

Then she changed the subject:

"Did you ever get fucked?" She asked me.

"Do you like to rub your pussy?"

Without waiting for an answer she told me she rubbed her pussy every night
and that her father tried to fuck her but he was too big. He made her suck
him off a few times.

"Can I rub your pussy?" She asked me.  And without waiting for an answer
she slipped her hand underneath my pants and ran her finger over my
hairless young slit.

"No hair." She said.

"I like that. I got lots of hair on my pussy. Here feel it." she said, and
unzipped her jeans, lifted her bum and with one movement removed her
trousers and panties.

True to her word she had that natural regular triangle of thick hair
typical of developing teens, which older women have to shave and wax to
obtain. Oddly it was very dark in contrast to her blonde hair. She took my
small hand and placed it on her mound. It felt very different from my own.

Her own hand returned to my hairless sex. Her probing fingers bisected the
plump mounds and found the sticky crease which lay between. It was the
first time anyone had touched me there and the tingling I had felt when
touching myself was magnified fourfold.

"Rub me like I rub you Zainab." Lotte instructed me.

My own fingers eagerly separated her fleshy cavity and caressed the
slippery insides.

"We will give each other a nice cum." Lotte promised me.

She began to move her fingers up and down my slit which moistened under her
touch. I copied her faithfully, matching her stroke as her tempo
increased. Lotte kissed me on the mouth. First gently and then forcing her
tongue between her lips. She tasted of cigarettes and chewing gum and my
senses were overwhelmed by her cheap perfume. Lotte began to pant and moan
under my ministrations.

"Use your fingers" she said. "Fuck me with your fingers."

I obliged, pushing my small fingers deep into the fleshy wet envelope of
her vagina. First one, then two, and finally three fingers made their way
into Lotte's vagina. She took my hand in one of hers and guided it,
increasing the tempo while her other hand rubbed her clit. I increased the
speed of my actions, and my arm was beginning to cramp when Lotte's hips
began to buck. Her legs quivered and I could feel her cunt spasm around my
fingers. They were wet and squelchy with her cum. I withdrew them and tried
to look closely at the juices which her vagina had expelled. My fingers
were covered in clear mucus which, when I separated them, clung together in
viscous strand.

"Ooh that was good! You are a good sister to me," Lotte said panting
slightly.

"Did you have a cum?" I asked her.

"Yes a very good one," she said.

"Now I am going to make you cum. I am going to lick your pussy. I love
young hairless pussy. Come, it is better we do this downstairs."

She helped me down onto her bunk bed, pulled off my panties and sat me on
the edge of the bed. Kneeling between my legs she spread them and paused to
admire my hairless twelve year old sex.

I was self-conscious and wanted to stop her. I could not believe Lotte was
planning to put her mouth where I went pee, and I felt embarrassed because
I had not been very scrupulous about using toilet tissue in the couple of
days since my last bath.

Before I could do anything her whole mouth was clamped onto my sex and I
could feel her hot wet tongue lapping at my slit. The feeling was
overwhelmingly good. The familiar tingle gave way to a much stronger
sensation which came from deep inside me. And as Lotte's tongue ran
repeatedly up and down my slit, and over and around my small clit, an
urgent longing for something came over me. I did not know what it was; but
it got stronger and stronger until I was completely overwhelmed and
everything went dark for a few seconds.

When I came to the first thing I saw was Lotte's face closely looking at
me. Her lipstick was smudged and she looked funny. I smiled at her. Next I
saw Frau Engel look over us. She had a big grin on her face. I tried to
move quickly to cover my naked pussy with my hands and find my underpants.

Frau Engel gave me what I could have sworn was a wink. Her grey hair was
worn to just below her ears, in a plain hausfrau style. Her plump body was
covered by a plain housecoat and she wore no makeup.

"I see you are getting to know each other," she said smiling.

"Don't mind me girls, I wanted to know how you are getting on. I did not
mean to interrupt you."

And with that she left the room and closed the door.

I scrambled to put on my clothes. Lotte seemed unconcerned and sat on the
bed naked from the waist down, texting someone on her mobile. I was
embarrassed at having been caught, and confused about what was normal in
this family I had just joined. There was a knock on the door and a girl's
voice announced dinner was ready. Lotte slipped on her jeans and headed for
the dining room. I followed her.

Dinner was set on a large rectangular table. Although it was a fairly large
apartment, the kitchen, living and dining room were all combined in one
room. Frau Engel lifted a large dish from the stove to the table. I
recognized it as `stampot', a German dish which is a mixture of potatoes,
cauliflower and bacon. Lotte and the three girls whom I had not met were
already seated at the table when I arrived. Lotte introduced the girls to
me.

Hannah was about the same age as Lotte, but taller, dark haired and very
thin. She had short hair with streaks of purple in it, piercings in her lip
and nose, and wore tight, dark, Goth-like clothing.

Elinor sat next to her. She was pretty and seemed the oldest of the four
girls. She was not very tall but was quite plump. Elinor was blonde and
pink and her features appeared soft owing to her double chin. She did not
have very big boobs but her bum and thighs were pudgy and thick.

The youngest was Imke. She was very small and petite. I guessed she was two
years younger than I was. She was a very cute child with long platinum
blonde hair.

Dinner tasty and filling. Being raised Muslim, I had never eaten bacon
before, but I was curious and did not want to raise a fuss. It tasted fine
and did not poison me. The girls were curious about me and asked many
questions, which I did my best to answer. I was too shy to ask them about
their circumstances but all readily volunteered this information. As you
might expect they were all from broken homes and actual or near abusive
situations. I discovered that Hannah and Elinor shared the second
bedroom. I wondered where Imke slept but she pre-empted my question by
saying she was the lucky one because she got to sleep with Mutti (Mummy)
which was what she called Frau Engel.

We were instructed to clear the table and wash the dishes after
supper. Hannah went to watch TV and folded her lanky frame into an
armchair. Lotte was instructed to do her homework, and little Imke went
over and sat on the Goth girl's lap to watch TV with her.

Elinor said to me: "Come into my room I want to show you something."

I was curious and had nothing else to do so I followed. Her room had a
bunk-bed and the same kind of cheap furniture as my own and Lotte's
bedroom. Elinor sat on the bottom bunk and took out an iPod from her bag.

"Here put this in your ear," she said offering me one of the ear-buds, and
put the other into her own ear.

"You are going to like this music." She was sitting very close and I could
feel her fleshy thigh pressed against me. I could also smell on her. She
smelled like a mix of sweat and perfume. After a few minutes of listening
to her tunes, Elinor said:

"Lotte told me she licked your pussy."

Her directness left me at a loss for words. Elinor followed by saying:

"Its not fair, Lotte always gets first. But now it's my turn. Show me your
pussy Zainab. I want to see it now."

I could not argue with her logic and so there was nothing to it but for me
to undo my jeans and let them fall to my ankles. My baggy cotton undies
followed. The big girl kneeled in front of me and peered closely between my
legs. She pushed them open so I was standing spread-eagle. Taking each of
my plump young labia in her fingers she opened them and peered into my
twelve year old sex. Next she put her face close and sniffed.

"Smells like pee," she declared.

This evidently did not discourage her as the next thing I felt was her hot
pointy tongue between my legs. I moaned as the sensation of her licking
began to arouse me. I could tell by the way she licked that she was
practiced. Her tongue went from the bottom of my slit right up to my clit
in a practiced motion, over and over again.

Elinor tried to put her stubby finger inside me but I was too tight. My
hymen prevented her from penetrating. So instead she pushed her index
finger into my bum. I had not even done that to myself; the sensation was
so strange, new and pleasurable it triggered the second orgasm I had in my
life. My knees buckled and I had to hold on to the bed for support.

When the sensation in my pussy subsided, I noticed Elinor had removed all
her clothes. She lay on the bed naked. I took in the sight of her plump
thighs, her round baby fat belly, and her tits which were a normal size for
her age but seemed undersized for her plump body. Her nipples were small
and very pink. She had a sprinkling of dark hair around her plump pussy.

"Now it's my turn to have my pussy licked. Come and lick me now," she
ordered.

Elinor opened her legs. I had to kneel at the foot of her narrow bed to
bring my head in close. I could smell a mixture of sweat, pee, and a new
smell I would only later be able to identify as the scent a girl emits when
she is aroused. She gave me no time to admire her plump sex, because she
pulled my head into her crotch. As my lips hit her crack I stuck out my
tongue, sensing this was what the girl wanted.

"Yes! That's it, lick my pussy," she panted.

I was initially revolted by the taste, it was so foreign and my mind could
not help but imagine her peeing and pooing from that place where my mouth
now was. As she frantically pulled me in, almost smothering me with her
thighs, I began to enjoy the feeling of being trapped between her thighs,
the heat of her body and even her taste.

"Suck my clitty" she ordered.

I did my best to obey, taking her little bud between my lips and sucking it
in and out. I think that was too much sensation even for her. She let go of
my head, put her hands behind her plump thighs and raised her bottom. My
mouth came in contact with her anus, the hole she pooped from. I was ready
to be disgusted, because surely she was not the cleanest girl. But I
learned then that poop does not taste much like it smells, and I got over
my revulsion and licked her fat bottom clean.

Elinor was now ready for me to concentrate on her clit again. This time she
instructed me to cover her clit with my mouth and lick in a circular
motion. After a few minutes of this she had her orgasm. Her fat thighs
began to quiver and slapped my ears. I felt a gush of something hit my chin
and without thinking licked it up. I was only twelve and I had my first
taste of girl cum.

Elinor rested a few minutes and then easily pulled my small body onto
hers. If anything the smell of her sweat was stronger than it had been
earlier. The plump girl positioned my body so that my young pussy was
pressed against hers and our legs were crossed scissor fashion. She began
to move her fleshy hips and the wet slippery entrance to her slit was
pressed tightly against my own. It felt amazing! I mirrored her movements
and realized I could control exactly where my most sensitive parts rubbed
against hers. She took my hands in hers and pulled me close so that the
maximum surface of our sexes touched. In no time at all we were both
panting as we brought each other to an orgasm.

As we lay there exhausted the door opened and Hanna came into the room. Her
face held no surprise only a smile and she said:

"Zainab, Frau Engel says it is time for you to shower and get ready for
bed."

I began to put on my clothes leaving plump naked Elinor on the bed. As I
was leaving the room I saw Hanna sit beside her and put her hand between
the large girls legs, in what seemed like a familiar gesture.

I peed, showered quickly and brushed my teeth. Returning to our bedroom I
noticed Lotte was asleep in the bottom bunk. I climbed up into my bed and
lay there thinking about my day. The new environment had been a great shock
to me, as had my first sexual experience with girls.

As I lay there my hand stroked slight fleshy bumps which were my breasts
and slid down to stroke my young pussy. As I ran my fingers up and down the
slit between my hairless mound, I thought about the days events and
wondering what erotic new experiences the morning would bring.

The next morning the six of us gathered for breakfast. It was Saturday and
I was relieved I would not have to begin school until the Monday. The three
older girls had things to do: lessons, sports, and meeting friends. They
finished their tea or coffee and rushed out. Frau Engel said she had to go
the market and asked me to watch Imke while she was out.

I turned on the TV and sat on the sofa to watch Saturday morning
cartoons. Imke came to join me and plopped herself onto my lap. She put her
arms around me and I could feel her thin body against mine. I imagined I
could feel her heartbeat. The ten year olds platinum hair draped onto my
chest. She smelled clean and fresh from the shower she had taken that
morning. I stroked her hair, delighting in its silky texture in comparison
to my own coarse black hair.

The little girl on my lap would not sit still. Her skinny bottom kept
wiggling in my lap. I opened my legs to make her more comfortable and this
seemed only to precipitate more wiggling. I was conscious of the heat of
her on my lap and despite my best intentions, I felt my own pussy begin to
tingle. I was a little surprised to feel her lips on my neck giving me
small soft kisses. It crossed my mind to kiss the little ten year old but
my shyness and uncertainty held me back. Not so Imke, her hand found its
way down the inside of my shirt and she began to stroke and tweak my little
nipples. I surrendered to her touch, almost disbelieving the clear evidence
that this innocent looking ten year old was seducing me.

Imke turned around and said: "Show me your nipples Zainab. Here, you can
see mine!"

Saying that, she lifted up her shirt and displayed her bare chest. Her
small nipples were flat on her chest and hardly bigger than a boy's. They
were bright pink and lovely.

"Now yours" she said and began tugging at my shirt.

I relented and let her pull it up. She stared wide-eyed at my brown buds,
sitting as they did on the very small swell of my breast.

"Wow! I have never seen Arab nipples before. Let's play baby so I can suck
them."

Without waiting for an answer the ten year old clamped her mouth on my left
nipple and began to suck. My nipple quickly grew into a hard point and Imke
switched to right one. Her hand slid down my flat stomach and under the
waistband of my jeans and panties. I felt Imke's small hand on my hairless
pussy. It was very arousing.

Curiosity and lust made me abandon caution. My own hand slipped under her
baggy shorts and beneath her loose cotton undies until I found her little
slit and stroked it. While Imke rubbed my pussy in a practiced fashion, I
used my fingers to explore hers. I was initially surprised to find her
quite wet and slippery; but I realized my own pussy was also moistening
with arousal. I was pretty familiar with my own sex and, virgin,had to that
point only ever penetrated myself halfway to the first joint of my
finger. Imagine my surprise when, while fondling this girl two years
younger than me, my finger slipped easily and deeply into her vagina.

Imke gave out a moan as I did so and begged me,"Zainab, please use your
finger to rub my hole. I would love it if you do that."

Obliging her, I pushed my forefinger up into her vagina and used my thumb
to stimulate her little clit. The ten year old continued sucking on my hard
nipple and rubbing my slit up and down in an experienced fashion.

Though I was at the time pretty young myself, I will never forget the feel
of that waif-like younger girl in my arms. Even when I remember it today I
have to resist the urge to touch myself. Nowadays when I am finished
pleasing my clients, and want to please myself, I choose a young girl. The
younger the better! But that is another story.

Her small fingers playing in my pussy really made me hot. She stroked my
clit for a while and then tried to push her small finger into my vagina. It
was too tight and she did not have the strength to push past my hymen.

"Wow! You are a virgin!" Imke said to me.

"Mutty is going to love that" (Mutty is slang for mother in German and Imke
was the only one who called Frau Engel by that name).

Imke made me climax a couple of times, and she seemed to have a few
climaxes of her own. We were interrupted when Frau Engel came home. Hanna
arrived with her and helped her carry groceries. I quickly removed my hand
from inside Imkes' undies. To my discomfiture her hand remained inside my
pants. Frau Engel did not seem to mind.  She gave Imke a kiss on the lips
and stroked her hair.

She said to her,"Good girl! You are getting to know your new sister."

Then Frau Engel said to me, "Zainab, why don't you go out with Hanna. She
will introduce you to some of her friends."

I put on my jacket and went out with the Goth looking girl. She did not
look too happy having me tag along and did not say much at all. She took me
outside the apartment building to a playground that had seen better
days. It was mostly concrete, every square inch of which appeared to be
covered with graffiti. There we met two girls wearing the same Goth-like
clothing as Hannah. There was no one else around and the playground was
hidden from nearby apartments by shrubbery.

The two girls were older than Hanna. They looked like they were fifteen or
sixteen. They were sitting on a low concrete wall each sipping on a beer
and smoking. Hannah did not tell me their names.

She introduced me as, "This is my new foster-sister. She likes to lick
pussy. Want some?"

I was shocked to hear this. And I was even more shocked when both girls
assented. I was too surprised even to protest.

The older girl, who was quite skinny and tough looking, shimmied out of her
tight jeans and undies. She was still perched on the low wall. Hanna pushed
me forward and the girl put her legs on my shoulders. Since her trousers
were around her knees I was trapped between them and her pussy. It was
covered in dark stubble where she had once shaved her pubic hair but had
not bothered for a couple of weeks. She had a large thick labia that stuck
out between her stubble covered lips. I also noticed a small ring which
pierced the flap that covered her clitoris.

When she saw me hesitate, Hanna pushed my head into the girl's pussy. It
did not smell or taste as nice as the others I had tasted since arriving at
the foster home. It tasted a bit sour and fishy. I held my nose and licked
the girl. Her stubbly hair scratched my face which was not very nice; but I
was able to suck on her piercing which was cool.

While I was licking the girl Hannah pushed her hands into my jeans and
rubbed my ass and my pussy. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the second
girl get up, pull down her jeans and underpants, and squat to pee. I guess
she drank too much beer. She had small breasts and big hips. Her pussy was
shaved and it looked fat. As she peed her urine squirted all over the place
and dripped along her fat thighs.

I was forced to lick her next. The peeing Goth girl sat on the wall and I
licked her pussy. The taste of her urine was very strong. Later I learned
that the taste of pussy is very dependent on a woman's diet. That is why
today I am a vegetarian and I am careful in what I eat. Nothing makes a
woman's pussy taste and smell bad as too many cigarettes, alcohol, and junk
food.

After I had licked the two girls and they each had an orgasm, Hanna took me
home. Frau Engel and Imke were out and so was Lotte. Elinor wandered out of
her room holding her mobile. She approached Hanna and slapped her face
hard.

"You stupid slut," she yelled at Hanna, holding up her mobile. I recognized
a photo of myself licking one of the two girls I had met in the playground.

"I told you not to play with those sluts. Now everyone has this picture and
they will all want Zeinab to lick their pussies. She is not ready and I
want to keep her just for us. If Frau Engel finds out we are both going to
be dead."

I was really shocked to hear this. First the implication that I would be
forced to lick pussies of all the neighbourhood girls. Second was
confirmation that my seduction by the girls in my new home was intentional
and part of a plan.

"I am going to make you wear the carrot," said Elinor.

Hanna went even paler than her normal Goth colour and begged, "Noo please
not the carrot. For how long Elinor? How long must I wear it?"

Elinor slapped her again and said: "Until I tell you otherwise, slut. Now
get me a carrot."

Hanna went to the fridge and came back with a bag of large carrots and a
vegetable peeler. Elinor pulled out the biggest carrot from the bag and
gave it and the peeler to Hanna. The Goth girl then began to fashion part
of the thick end of the carrot into an hourglass shape.

I watched her do this with interest. When she was done she showed Elinor
her handiwork. What she ended up with was a ten inch long carrot which was
about three and half inches wide at it's thickest. From the large end the
carrot tapered briefly to about one inch and then flared out again. Elinor
expressed her satisfaction and said,"Take your trousers off Hanna and bend
over. Zainab go to the fridge and get some butter."

When I returned Hanna was bent over the end of the sofa, legs spread. She
held her ass cheeks apart and I could see the wrinkly brown hole of her
rectum.

Elinor took two fingers of butter from the bowl I offered her and spread
the butter at the entrance of Hanna's pooper. She used two fingers to open
up the hole and push the lubricant past Hanna's sphincter.

"You can do the honours Zainab. Put the carrot into this slut's asshole."

I followed her instructions. Hanna's greased ass easily accepted the
thinner end of the carrot. Hanna groaned as I pushed it deeper. Under
Elinor's watchful gaze I dared not ease up. I kept pushing until the entire
carrot was nearly buried in her bowels. The bit that Hanna had shaped fit
nicely into her sphincter and prevented the carrot from exiting her bum.

Hanna got up and pulled up her trousers. I guessed her tight jeans would
also keep the carrot from being expelled.

"She is not going to be able to sit down. She is going to have to stand or
lie on her stomach," Elinor said to me.

We left Hanna standing up and watching TV. Elinor took me by the hand and
led me to her room.

"I am sorry Hanna used you in that way. She can be such a stupid `fotze'
(cunt in German). If you have any trouble with her just tell me. I am your
big sister now and I will look after you."

She sat down on the bed and pulled me to her. She stroked my hair and
kissed me.

"I love my dark sister you know." Elinor said and held me close.

I loved the feel of her plump body against mine. Her hands began to explore
under my t-shirt and she caressed the skin on my front and back. Soon her
hand pushed under the waist of my jeans and she stroked my pussy. It felt
so good to feel her warm body next to mine, her tongue in my mouth and her
hand rubbing the area around my clitoris.

I squeezed Elinors breast's and rubbed her nipples. I wished I had breasts
like hers.

"Can I kiss your breasts Elinor?" I asked her.

She answered by removing her sweater and lifting up her bra. It was purple
in colour and a little large for her. She was able to pull her bra off and
over her head without undoing it. My mouth went straight for her pink
nipple which was normally slightly puffy; but now stood erect and rigid. I
was so close I could smell her. She had a strong odour of perspiration,
underarm deodorant and some cologne or perfume she used. I did not know the
make but it smelt fruity with a hint of lavender. I could also detect
another smell on her which was from her arousal and it was coming from
between her legs.

I wanted to capture that scent with my hands and tried to push my hand
under her jeans. They were too tight. Elinor opened them and arched her
back pulling her trousers and underpants off. My hand went straight for her
sex. She was already moist and ready for me. I loved how it was different
from my own. I played with her hair, curling the tangled pubes around my
fingers. My fingers circled her clitoris and I could feel her body tense in
anticipation each time I came close to her sensitive little bud.

"Please use your fingers to fuck me, please Zainab." She pleaded with me.

I was happy to oblige. We remained in her bed, kissing and cuddling and
rubbing each other for what seemed like hours. I felt happy and warm and
needed in this plump girl's arms. It was the first time I felt that way
since I left my parents.

We stayed in bed together until we were called for supper. Frau Engel had
found some cherries in the market which she had bought on sale because they
would not last till Monday. She used these to make a cherry compote which
she served with pork chops and mashed potatoes. It was presented as a
special treat and all the girls in the house ate the dish with joy and
enthusiasm. Being a Muslim I had some reluctance, having been brought up to
believe pork was unclean. I ate the cherry compote along with the mashed
potatoes, avoiding as much gravy as I could. I tasted the pork, it did not
taste unclean. It tasted good. But I could not bring myself to eat more
than a few small pieces.

After supper Frau Engel told me that since it was Saturday night, and as a
special treat, I would be allowed to sleep with her and Imke. Imke was very
excited and could not stop talking about it. The other girls smiled and
gave each other knowing looks. I had some idea what was in store for me but
I did not mind. In fact, I was curious to know how Frau Engel looked naked,
whether she had hair on her pussy, and what it would be like to feel her
large breasts.

We all watched a German TV Idol show after supper. Afterwards I changed
into my bedclothes. As my only pair of pyjamas was being washed, I put on a
clean pair of undies and a t-shirt. Imke came to fetch me. She was very
excited and tugged my hand. When I arrived in Frau Engel's bedroom she was
already partly undressed. She wore a very revealing push up bra and thong
panties. Her old fat body looked quite incongruous in the sexy
underwear. Her dark public hair spilled out over the sides of her thong and
I noticed her underarms were unshaved.

Imke quickly removed her pyjamas and lay on the bed naked with her legs
apart. Her hairless, puffy young sex lay open, bits of her small labia
peeked out between the lips.

"Dear Zainab." Frau Engel said taking me into her arms.

"I wanted to welcome you to our family in my own special way. All you girls
are so precious to me. I love you and I really want you to learn to love
each other."

"I want to give you something you will always remember me by. A special
gift that a girl can only receive once in her life. Each girl I have
staying here in my home has received this gift."

Imke piped up and clarified: "Mutti is going to take your virginity!"

I had already suspected this and was eager to learn more. I was curious
about how it was to be accomplished. Frau Engel lifted me up and kissed me
on the lips. I could feel her full breasts pushing against my tummy. She
laid me on the bed and little Imke began pulling at my t-shirt to take it
off. While the young girl undressed me Frau Engel slowly removed her bra
and her panties. By the time she had undressed I was already naked and
little Imke was sucking on my small breasts.

Frau Engel lay down beside me and the thin little blonde haired girl
switched her mouth from my tiny boob to her large sagging breasts. Naked
and unencumbered by a bra they were nearly the size of watermelons, heavy
and pendulous. Her nipples were hard and pointed and her aureoles large as
a wine bottle around and brown in colour.

"I hear you have learned to suck pussy, Zainab." Frau Engel said to me.

"Please show me how well you have learned! She said.

While Imkes blonde head remained firmly attached to her breast, I slid
between Frau Engels legs and brought my face close to her bushy triangle. I
inhaled the scent; she smelled of bath oil and the heady scent of her
arousal. I parted her curly hair with my fingers and pushed my tongue in
between her lips, tasting a grown woman for the first time. I loved the
musty taste. She twitched involuntarily as my tongue approached her
clitoris. I explored every inch of her sex until the membrane attaching my
tongue to the floor of my mouth was sore. While I did this Frau Engel was
busy fingering the naked Imke who was attached to her breast. Imke panted
and cooed as the woman's finger penetrated her vagina and anus.

Eventually Frau Engel pushed us both away, stood up and walked over to her
dresser. From the top drawer she retrieved what looked like a very large
pink cock with straps attached. I had never heard of dildos or strap-ons
and I was curious to know what would happen next. Imke immediately
recognized the strap-on and squealed with delight.

"Mutty are you going to fuck Zainab now? Can I make her ready for you?"

Without waiting for an answer the little girl dived between my legs and
began to expertly lick my pussy. My sex began to tingle but my eyes were
riveted on Frau Engel and the object in her hand. I would have to guess it
was ten inches long and four inches wide. It was pink and realistic
looking. It was attached to a triangle of material and had a belt which
went around her waist and a strap which fit between her legs and nestled in
the crack of her ass. I watched her strap the cock around her waist with a
mixture of fear and anticipation.

I was sitting on the bed leaning against the headboard. Imke was on her
hands and knees between my open legs, her platinum blonde hair brushing my
legs and her skinny bum up in the air. Frau Engel kneeled behind her, pink
cock swaying each time she moved. She spat a large gob of saliva onto her
hand and rubbed the head of the cock, readying it for penetration.

When Frau Engel pushed the tip of the pink dildo against Imke's bottom I
was surprised and relieved. The young girl was evidently accustomed to
being used in this way, she wiggled her small bottom provocatively and
pushed back to accept the huge cock.

"Yes Mutti. Please fuck me! You know how much I love it when you fuck me!"
Imke moaned.

From where I sat I could not see the cock bury itself inside her, but I did
see that it took Frau Engel very little effort to penetrate the young
blonde girl. As Frau Engel began to move her hips back and forth,
repeatedly entering little Imke, her licking of my pussy took on a frenzied
life of its own. Her tongue lapped my sex and my clitoris like a demented
cat. That is until the little girl's climax overwhelmed her and her panting
and moaning prevented her from licking any further. After a high pitched
yell she collapsed against me sobbing with ecstasy.

I looked at Frau Engel who was kneeling on the bed, her large rubber cock
pushing out and gleaming with Imkes juices. She smiled at me and motioned
with her hand for me to come over. As I approached she took the back of my
head and pushed the dildo at my mouth. I opened it and tasted little Imke's
secretion. Meanwhile that young girl lay on the bed like a rag doll.

"Now my dear Zainab, you have seen how good this makes your sister feel."
She said to me.

"It is your turn to be fucked. I will fuck you from the front so I can see
the effect in your eyes. Now lie on your back and hold your legs up so that
I can make you mine. Really mine, all mine."

I obeyed her and put my hands behind my knees. My sex, so wide open in that
way, made me feel exposed and vulnerable. Frau Engel kneeled in front of me
holding the cock with both hands rubbing some kind of jelly over it. I know
now that it was lubricant. It is funny what you remember from important
moments. This was my last moment as a virgin. I recall that even with two
hands on that monstrous pink tube, there was still a good bit sticking
out. And I remember noticing for the first time the brown liver spots on
Frau Engels hands.

Then came the hurt as she pushed the dildo into my tight twelve year old
vagina. At first there was a sharp pain and it felt like something was
tearing. I cried out but Frau Engel did not stop. She backed up a little
and then pushed in again. The pain was replaced by pressure, and I felt
like I was being split in two. The only other experience like it I can
remember was once when I was constipated for a week and I had a really big
poo I had to push very hard to get rid of it.

As my virgin pussy became used to the huge rubber cock inside it, I began
to lubricate. Although I felt so incredibly full I was no longer in
pain. An amazing sensation began to wash over me. Without thinking I began
to rub my own clitoris to increase the stimulation. The feeling is hard to
describe as there are fewer nerve endings in the vagina and it was a
feeling of fullness more than anything else. And I could feel the tip of
the cock push against my cervix on each thrust of Frau Engel's hips.

Eventually the sensations became so overwhelming everything sort of blurred
together and I felt I was falling. I did not pass out exactly but I lost
awareness of my surroundings as my focus narrowed down to the thrusting
between my legs. When my crisis passed I became aware I was nestled between
Frau Engel's plump body and skinny little Imke.

The next morning at breakfast, all my new foster sisters congratulated
me. Now that I had been initiated by Frau Engel they were all eager to use
me in the same way. But that is another story.

THE END