Foster Home in Germany, Chapter 3

by cs.unwin

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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.

To be continued...

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