Free Love Librarian, Chapter 3

by cs.unwin

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Imane was a black girl fourteen years old. There are many blacks in the Netherlands because numerous residents of the Dutch empire's former colonies have the right to live in the country which conquered them. Most come from the Antilles, which are islands in the Caribbean, or Surinam which is in South America. Imane was neither. She was a refugee from Mauritania where half the population are of Arab descent and the other half are black. Almost all are Muslims. Her name was Arabic and means 'Faith' or Belief'.

Imane's skin was a rich chocolate colour; her face was round and even appeared plump. Her body was very ripe; girls in her country mature early. She had wide hips, large round buttocks, and her ample breasts stood very proudly and came to points with prominent black coloured nipples. The hair on her head was tightly curled and kept short. The hair on her pussy was also short and coarse. It covered her Mons and her outer vulva. Very few people had ever seen her naked and certainly no men, because Imane never left the house without wearing a chador. This is a robe Muslim women wear, designed to cover the entire body, and especially the hair. The chador leaves only the face and hands visible.

As a refugee, Imane's travel was tightly regulated. For the most part she had to stay in an asylum-seekers camp, where a daily curfew was imposed. She could not attend a normal school; volunteers would visit the camp to offer Dutch lessons to the residents. When Imane discovered there was a library nearby she begged her mother to be allowed to go there. Her mother agreed, provided she was accompanied there and back. Her mother did not want to stay in the library. She preferred to remain in the camp, watching soap operas and gossiping with the other female refugees.

In some Muslim cultures, where men and women are tightly segregated such as the one Imane grew up in, it is quite accepted for women to obtain sexual relief from each other. And since the women mostly live in family groups, sex with other family members occurs. In Imane's case she was initiated by her fathers' eldest wife, a woman old enough to be her grandmother. It was this older woman who showed Imane how to pleasure herself with her fingers. She demonstrated this by touching the young girl on her pussy. The older woman eventually licked the girl's young pussy and demanded Imane reciprocate. By the time she moved to the Netherlands Imane had become adept at pleasuring the older woman.

Imane's vagina was strictly off-limits. It is a pillar of their culture that Muslim women have their hymen intact on their wedding day. Because it is not uncommon for women to accidently or otherwise lose their hymen before marriage, plastic surgeons have developed a technique to repair the precious membrane. By coincidence this technique was pioneered in the Netherlands.

The older women had no qualms about instructing the young Imane to fuck her with a dildo. She reciprocated by using her fingers and a small dildo to stimulate Imanes anus. Though not quite as easily stimulated as her vagina, Imane learned to enjoy anal penetration and could easily orgasm by stimulation through anal penetration.

Gera could not help notice the young black girl in a chador who visited the library daily. She was very quiet and did not interact with anyone. The librarian noticed she did never seemed to take a lunch break or buy snacks from the library canteen. Gera decided to approach her and held out half a sandwich, offering to share her lunch. She spoke first in Dutch and received a look of incomprehension. Next she tried English with a similar lack of success. Gera was almost fluent in French, and when she tried that language the girl smiled and replied in French that she was very hungry.

"Come to my office so we can lunch together," Gera told her and they went downstairs.

She offered the girl a soda, and she accepted a Coke. The only seat in the room was the couch. Imane sat first and Gera joined her sitting closer than necessary. Her own thighs touched Imane's. The young girl, pleased to meet someone who spoke her language, chattered away. The librarian questioned her about her country, customs and clothing. Imane was eager to please her new friend and was quite open about answering.

Gera eventually said: "It is a shame such a beautiful young girl has to be hidden away behind so many clothes."

Imane replied: "If you wish I can take some off for you Madame. In my culture it is only permitted to disrobe in front of family. If you wish you can be my honorary 'Auntie' so that I may be permitted to be less formally dressed."

Gera readily agreed. Imane first removed the outer scarf from her head. Next she removed the inner scarf which went over her head and around her neck. Finally she took off a small cap which covered her hair.

Imane was young but not naive. She had noticed the way Gera looked at her. She was quite accustomed to older women who lusted after young girls. Imane grew up in a culture of scarcity, where little was given freely, and nearly everything which was received required some reciprocity. Imane had few friends who could help her; she thought perhaps her friendship with the lecherous librarian could be useful.

Gera was thrilled. She reached out and stroked the girls round head and tight black curls. Her finger traced their way down the dark chocolate coloured neck and under her chin. Imane responded by leaning against her.

"What do you wear underneath your gown," Gera asked her.

"Do you wish to see Madame, I mean Auntie? I will show you," she said, as she unbuttoned the top of the one piece garment.

Then she leaned down, lifted the hem and pulled the entire gown over her head. Underneath she wore an old pair of worn panties and a worn bra that was much too small for her. The result was her firm young chocolate coloured breasts pushed out of the top and sides of the bra. Gera though it looked very sexy.

"In my country we wear nothing under the chador. Here I do not feel comfortable doing so," she told the older woman. "I notice you wear nothing underneath your gown Madame. Why is that?"

"There are two reasons dear," Gera replied. "The first is because it feels comfortable and I do not care what others think. And the second is you never know when I have the chance to be naked. Like now!" She said and reached down to remove her own dress.

Gera lifted her dress up to reveal her hairy bush and round and full thighs to the youngster. As the librarian pulled the material up further, Imane admired her plump belly and pendulous breasts. Soft and round with their huge brown nipples. Once free of the dress Gera kneeled in front of the youngster and pushed her breasts in her face. Imane inhaled a nipple and sucked on it greedily. Gera had become more aroused than usual, partly because she had a strong fetish for dark girls and partly because this girl seemed so eager. With her free hands she practically ripped off the girls' bra and took her chocolate coloured breasts in her hands, kneading them and massaging the nipples with her thumbs. Imane moaned with arousal.

Encouraged, Gera pushed the girl onto the couch and lay on top of her sixty-nine style. She pushed her wet hairy pussy into the girls face. Imane began to lick and suck as if she were born to the task. The librarian buried her face into the girls mound and inhaled the musky scent of her sex. There was not much hair on her labia, but what was there was very curly and seemed to grow in clumps. Her smell was strong but delicious and so was the taste.

While licking and sucking the girls' clitoris, the librarian used her fingers to explore her new treat. Imane's labia were thick, dark and wrinkled, as was the prepuce covering her shiny pink clitoris. In between the thick lips her cavity was bright pink, nearly crimson. But when Gera tried to penetrate the girls' vagina, the body under her froze and she stopped licking. She called out (in French):

"Please Madame, I beg you do not go there. I must be a virgin or I will be shamed! You can use my 'cul' (French for asshole) as you wish, but do not touch my 'vagine' (vagina)."

Gera assented and pushed her finger past the African girls' sphincter. It entered easily and she found two fingers fit without difficulty. She fucked the girls poop hole while she licked her clitoris. Imane, having thoroughly explored the librarians sex with her mouth and fingers, discovered her large slippery hole and used three fingers to penetrate her. Her fingers made a wet squelching noise as they slid in and out. The small room was filled with sound of slapping and wet sucking flesh, and the wild moaning of the two in the throes of their climax. Both orgasmed several times that afternoon.

After a brief rest Imane dressed herself slowly and coquettishly, aware the librarian's eyes were on her. Putting on her undergarments she sighed and drew attention to the poor state of her bra and panties.

"I wish I had new and sexy underwear so I could please my new Auntie."

Gera grinned at the rather obvious ploy. She enjoyed watching as the black girl donned her gown and carefully wrapped the two scarves around her head. When she was done Imane said to Gera:

"Will you please help me learn Dutch and English? I will lick your pussy any time you like."

The librarian laughed and said she would be glad to help her learn, without condition. And if she wanted to lick her pussy she was welcome to any time. The girl smiled showing her large white teeth against a chocolate brown face. Then she hurried off in search of her mother.

To be continued...

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