Part 1: Her 18th Birthday

Literotic asexstories – Part 1: Her 18th Birthday by cowriter11,cowriter11
DEAR READER! Since this is a novel, I ask for your understanding that not every chapter is full of sex scenes. After all, characters and plot need to be developed. It is about people with deviant sexual desires, with whom they get along more or less well. They help each other to cope with it if necessary. There will be just about all deviations! The main character is Lea, a beautiful lesbian professional dancer who has to give up dancing for health reasons and wants to start a new career as a model on the Internet. A film professional helps her with this, and like Lea, he has a very special deviation: scat! Every now and then there are scenes in this regard, if it gets too much for you, please click away! Part 1: Helga, Lea’s future mother, as a teenager on the farm. She’s so cute with her dear parents, but she follows a sinful plan! Helga will appear again later in the novel. No scat here! Enjoy!

The sun wakes me up, I rub my eyes, yawn, and squint into the world. It seems to be a beautiful summer day again. Yes of course, it will even be extra beautiful, today is my 18th birthday. And we also have summer holidays, no school, it doesn’t get any better than that.

I go to wash, get dressed and run to the kitchen. “Hello, good morning darling, up so early? I would have let you sleep a little longer.”

I kiss Mom, “What’s for breakfast, I’m so hungry.”

“Well, since today is your special day, you can choose it.”

“Then I want pancake, please, with strawberry jam.”

Dad comes in the door. “That’s what I thought, little sweet tooth. Helga, my darling, happy birthday, come here.” I run to him, and we cuddle. “Today we have a lot of plans, we’re going to the city with you, buy some fancy things. I would have given you some new breeches, but Mom said that since you are already a young lady, you need a new wardrobe, expensive girl!”

“Don’t take it seriously, you know Dad. I thought you were picking your own pick. When I choose something for you, I always hear only complaints.”

“But Mom, it’s normal that I like something different from you. It’s probably the ‘generational gap’ you always hear about.”

“If you continue to talk so precocious, there will be completely different conflicts. Get the milk can out of the cellar now, and we’ll eat.”

When we get back from shopping, I’m overjoyed. I’m coming home with a lot of booty: new underwear, swimsuit, shorts, two skirts, two dresses, four tops.

But there was a little stress too. The things I actually wanted the most didn’t make it through the censorship. Too short, too tight, too everything, at least according to Dad. If it were up to him, I might as well put on the monastery cowl. He probably hopes that then the boys won’t notice my voluptuous boobs. But Mom slowed him down a bit.

Still, not my very first choice, but all good. Add to that my first sandals with a small heel, they make all the difference. And I’m pretty tall in them. In any case, all the girls in our village will get big eyes.

Dad still has to work on the field and I help Mom with the cooking. We always eat very late, around 3 p.m., Mom introduced it to us. It saves us dinner, and that would be healthy and good for our appearance, she says. I think the success proves her right. Mom herself still has a very neat figure, and dad doesn’t carry around such a huge wamp like most men in the village. Compared to Knut, however,……

We eat, and then Mom says, “For dessert there’s your beloved creme cake.”

“Super Mom, thank you.”

“And I’m happy too. Those damn things are actually the main reason I married your mother back then.” She pretends to be indignant, he hugs her, they kiss, they laugh. I hope so much that I will be so lucky later on. The two have been together for 25 years, and still love each other, and laugh together every day. It doesn’t matter that there isn’t a lot of money.

I push my dessert plate away, it was delicious again. Mom now brings a package, with wrapping paper and a bow. “I’ll get something else?”

“Open it, sweetie, but don’t make a clown out of yourself.” Dad and mom smile at each other. I don’t understand, tear open the package. Awesome, a complete make-up set, plus nail polish with remover, pads, epilator, manicure kit and everything. I throw my arms around their necks and sob with happiness.

“When I was your age, honey, that would have been my greatest wish, but it wasn’t possible. Times weren’t easy, I was practically only out in the field, and your grandparents didn’t have money for extras anyway. I little peasant tramp could only ever look at the beautiful women in the magazines, which were at the hairdresser’s, or which your grandma sometimes borrowed. Look like this, maybe just for a day!”

“You got me, after all, without any masquerade,” Dad says. “Yes, honey, but would it have gotten You without the cream cake?” They cuddle again. Dad says “Have fun with it, sweetheart. And as Mom said, don’t overdo it. I think you’re beautiful just the way you are. But I’m afraid I have to believe Mummy when she says that’s not enough. You girls are crazy.”

Dad goes out to see after the animal, I help mom do the dishes and then I go to my room. There I spread out all the spoils of the day on the bed. Then I get my loose collection of sheets with the torn make-up tips from my girls’ magazine. I’m putting together the perfect combination and thinking about how I will do my make-up. After all, it’s important to motivate the person who will give me my best birthday present. But he doesn’t know it yet…

I take advantage of the wonderful weather of the next few days to lie lazily in the sun for hours. We have a comfortable camping lounger, which I always drag to where Knut inevitably has to come by more often. I know his work plan.

Of course, I’m also wearing my new swimsuit and my new sandals. In the meantime I’ve learned quite well how to paint my fingernails and toenails. I have a soda with me and my current girl’s magazine. I have very dark sunglasses on from Mom, so that he doesn’t see that I’m not looking at my magazine at all, but staring at his suntanned, muscular body. If it is not in the picture at the moment, I think about how, where and when I could grab him.

In between, I work where I am needed. Harvesting vegetables, helping mom in the kitchen, sometimes dad, unloading hay, taking care of the animals or even repair work. Of course, I wear my work clothes for all this. When I have a break again, I turn back into the ‘Knut-please-do-me’ bitch.

And yes, of course he looks at me whenever he has to get close enough. But I still have no idea how we are supposed to get closer. But luck helps the brave.

Mom’s shadow darkens my face.” Honey, Aunt Gertrud has called, she is not well. It’s nothing serious, the doctor says, normal cold, can happen even in summer. But she has a fever, and of course she shouldn’t strain herself. And Uncle Herbert is in rehab after his heart attack.

We have to go there and at least do the most important things at the farm. I know you’re on vacation, but you’ll have to make sure everything is all right here with us now. And you must help Knut as best you can.”

I’m on the verge of freaking out. Oh yes, I’ll help Knut very well. I’m going to help him get rid of his excess testosterone. The guy has been driving me crazy for a long time, now he can’t escape me anymore!

“Of course, Mom, I’m happy to do that. How long are you staying?”

“Maybe three or four days, but if it takes longer, I’ll stay with her and Dad will come back alone.” Four days? My pussy gets wet! “Mom, please, we’ll get this done. There is not much going on at the moment anyway, take care of them, and the farm. That’s what family is for.”

“You’re such a good girl, I’m proud of you. I see we have brought you up in the right spirit.”

My spirit is ok. But my body needs a little attention. But I’ll get that soon, that’s for sure.

They buzz off to Aunt Gertrude’s, now it’s time to keep calm and don’t rush into anything. The game should not be shy. On the first day I wear my work clothes and help Knut in the stable. When he sees that I have everything under control, he goes out into the field. I do what needs to be done, mainly I shovel shit to the compost heap, miserable.

At lunchtime, I warm up Mom’s goulash for both of us. She does a fantastic job, and there is fresh bread to go with it. Promtly at three o’clock he is already standing in front of the house, where mom uses to hand him his meal. Only in his wooden slippers and the scuffed short jeans. “Knut, come in, you’re eating with me today.” “Young lady, I don’t normally eat in the house,” he murmurs. “Today is not normal either. I don’t like to eat alone, so let’s go.” He dutifully comes in, goes to the bathroom, and washes his hands. Somehow I enjoy telling this giant baby what to do.

I put on the food, and take my time. I’m friendly, that’s all. But I give him a chance to see enough of me. I see enough of him. As far as I’m concerned, I didn’t overdo it. I’m wearing a simple apron and wooden slippers. And he…, I have to swallow my saliva several times, and that’s not because of the delicious smell of Mom’s goulash.

It’s nice that there’s something to see, because we don’t talk. He nipped my timid attempts to start a conversation in the bud with his terse answers. “… yes… no.. aha.. really..” is all I get to hear. We had our last little “romantic” meeting when I was 14. I confessed to him at the time that I liked him, and he threatened to move out if I ever spoke to him like that again. Apparently, there was once an incident on another farm. Since then, I have only looked at him from a distance. So I’ll give him time to get used to me. But time is running out. Tomorrow, he’ll be mine.

The alarm clock rings, it’s six o’clock. I slept like a rock. I already went to bed with the chickens, the hard stable work yesterday had totally exhausted me. Another reason for my restful sleep was perhaps that I jerked off properly before falling asleep at the thought of our lunch together.

What evil am I, I sit the guy not a meter away from me half-naked at our table. Twice my napkin ‘fell off’. Of course, I had to bend down to pick it up. And then, of course, I had to see his magnificent thighs and his muscular calves. And also his feet, which are very pretty for a man. But I couldn’t see anything clearly of his penis. That’s why the napkin fell down again, now I just concentrated on it, but still didn’t recognize anything. Well, that will look very different today.

Mom called in the evening, they have everything under control at Aunt Gertrud’s, but there is still a lot to do. Dad toils away in the field, Mom takes care of the cattle and pickles the pickles, they had to be harvested, otherwise they would have grown too big. We are supposed to do the same on our farm today. Knut is supposed to take off the cucumbers and wash them, I am supposed to prepare the jars and the brine. Do I remember from last time how it all works with the cucumbers? Yes, of course, it’s not rocket science. But of course, my bad thoughts revolved around a very specific cucumber. And it certainly won’t make it into the glass, giggle!

Ok, so today is the crucial day! I get up at six because I need time to prepare for his seduction. Everything has to be perfect. This 190 centimeter tall shrinking violet will unfold its full potential today, and I already know where.

I sit down at the window, Mom’s make-up mirror in front of me, and also my new make-up set. Also in front of me is the make-up tip from my magazine, which I have chosen. It’s supposed to be a really summery look, with cheerful and sunny colors, really to bite into.

After about ten minutes of make-up, I notice that something is wrong. I always compare my reflection in the mirror with the picture of the beautiful girl in the magazine.She even looks like me, blond pageboy hairstyle, big dark eyes, luscious brown eyebrows, which I certainly won’t pluck. But even though I’ve read so much about the right make-up, it seems to be harder than I thought.

However, my attempts to correct my appearance only make things worse. Annoyed, I break off and look in the mirror one last time. Damn, I look like ‘The Bride of Frankenstein’.

That was probably nothing, I have to get rid of all the shit, and start all over again. Finally, after another hour, I look about like my role model. Now a little perfume, I got as a gift. After I had experimented with Mom in the past, I now know that I have to be frugal here. Once I had spilled so much of that stuff on me that Dad had laughed himself half to death. “I’ll take you to the pigsty now, and it will be much easier for me to muck out there. I don’t smell any of the shit anymore.”

Now to put my clothes on. My new slippers. My toenails are already painted, red. Nothing can go wrong. My new blue skirt. I simply corrected the length a little by lifting the hem with pins. Now the thing doesn’t fall so perfectly anymore, but his gaze shall not fall on my skirt, but on my legs. Panties? Nope, why complicate everything unnecessarily.

The white top, where a little bit of my little belly remains visible. Mom helped me a lot to get Dad’s approval. He got a few extra kisses from her, right in the shop.

Bra is not necessary, it would be bad, I’m 18! I look in the big mirror at the box door, I’ve never dressed up so much before in my life. And I look great, not a single girl in the village comes close to me. Man, I can’t wait any longer, how much is he going to like my looks? I can’t get any more beautiful. I have exactly the typical look of the good farmer’s daughter, who is about to pickle pickles, giggle!

I take the booklet I picked up the other day in town and go to the utility room, where the sterilized jars are already waiting for their new contents. I prepare the brine, according to Mom’s recipe. As soon as I’m done, I hear Knut waddling down the steps with the first basket of cucumbers. There is no other way, you can only carry the large 40 kilo baskets over the stairs between your knees, hence the waddling.

I wait behind the staircase, so he can’t see me. He pours the cucumbers onto the large stainless steel work surface and takes a deep breath. When he turns around to get the next load, he sees me.

I’m leaning against the basement wall, one leg pulled gracefully to the other. I smile sweetly at him and stick my chest out. My skirt covers a third of my thighs, and I play a little in my slippers with my toes.

He drops the empty basket, his jaw actually drops. His eyes come out like a hand-choked vineyard snail. Bingo! His mind is weak, but his body is willing. I can finally see that now!

He babbles something, I don’t care, I walk up to him and take his pretty face in both hands. I pull him down to me and kiss him tenderly on the lips. He looks at me so sweetly for a moment, and then pushes me away. “NOOOOO!”

“WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!”

“I WANT, but I can’t”, he howls. “What’s the matter, why can’t you?” “At the farm where I was before, there was also a daughter. She liked me too. She said she was 19. But she was younger! I didn’t know, I didn’t know…” He actually starts crying. I hug him, caress him.

“My darling, my dear darling, you can’t help it, there are so many young sluts these days.” He’s crying in my arms. Somehow I imagined it all quite differently. But let’s see, I did assume some incident in his past, and apparently, I was right.

“Just take it easy, you’re safe with me.” I continue to stroke him, brushing through his blond hair. He calms down quickly. My knees are getting weak though, he smells so good, I didn’t expect that. I thought I’d have to scrub him off in the shower first, which of course would have been kind of nice too.” It was my birthday a few days ago, did you notice?”

“Yes, your mother brought me one of your cream cakes for dessert, it was so good. And she sent me greetings from you.”

“And do you know how old I’ve become?”

“No, but I don’t believe anything anymore anyway.”

“I can understand that, you’ve been badly treated. But if you want, I can show you my passport. I turned 18.”

“That’s nice, I wish you all the best, young lady.” He has quite stopped sobbing now, and looks me in the eye with sincere sympathy. God, he’s cute, so close. I’m blown away.

“You really don’t need to be afraid of me. And that I like you, I told You before.”

“Yes, you were so sweet, but You were much younger than.”

“That’s right, but surely you’ve noticed that a lot has changed since then?”

“Yes, I see it.”

“I hope so, it took two hours to make myself so beautiful.”

“Why, you are always beautiful.”

“Ok, no more flattery. I’m sorry you had trouble at that other farm. But it was all this little bitch’s fault. You’re a good person, I know that. And good people should be rewarded.” I give him a big wet kiss.

“When I was in town the other day with my parents, we also passed the town hall. There, at the information desk, I was given an interesting booklet:

‘Love and sex, what you should know’.”

I get the little brochure and open it to my dog-ear. When I go back to him, I see him looking at my legs. That’s how it should be, I smile at him, he grins back. With the red-painted nail of my right index finger, I mark the first word of the all-important sentence. “Now read for yourself the current legal situation in our country, and read it out loud.”

He reads aloud: “Cons … consensu … sex with per… person… “I end the debacle, take his beautiful face in my hands again, and kiss him gently. Now something is clearly coming back.” Honey, reading is probably not your greatest strength, but that doesn’t matter. I’ll read it for you, will you trust me?”

“Yes, yes, I do. You are so beautiful.” “That doesn’t mean you have to trust me yet, but still, thank you.”

I read: “Consensual sex with persons over the age of 18 is not punishable if the other person has also reached the age of 18.” ” Consensual, what does that mean?”

“That means you are allowed to shag me, you idiot.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really, and now get it on, my parents will be back in two days!”

I don’t need romance now, I want it, I want him, and I want him now, right now! My God, he’s so tall, and so beautiful. I make it a little easier for him by turning around and bending down, legs straight. I lift the skirt…

He falls to his knees, spreads my asscheeks, and sticks his tongue up my butt! With his left hand he grabs my belly and presses my butt even tighter to him, his right hand is on my pussy. He has his rough cat tongue in my little hole, that’s so beautiful, what is he doing there, it goes deeper and deeper.

His fingers dance around my clit, are not even inside me yet, but it already feels like heaven to me. He pulls his tongue out, puts it back in, he moans loudly, now he pulls it out again and whispers hoarsely “You taste so good, so good, I’ve been crazy about you for years, You’re so beautiful, so beautiful.”

And his divine tongue is in my arse again, yes, put it in even deeper, I had no idea, nothing was ever put in my ass before, I hadn’t even imagined my first time that far.

Now I feel how he also penetrates my little cunt, very little, carefully, I spread my legs even more, now a finger is completely in, that’s enough for me, if there was such a stupid skin, it’s probably gone now, so what, that’s awesome, stuff another finger in my pussy, please do!

As if I would have said something, I suddenly feel a second finger, but it only goes in a little, rubs against my pubic bone from the inside. His tongue darts around in my buttocks, I can almost no longer do it, my knees are weak, with the last of my strength I drag myself to the work bench. He follows me, on his knees, does not let go of me.

Quickly, I wipe the stupid cucumbers off the table, with all my strength I free myself, free myself from his wonderful tongue and fingers, hop on the table, turn on my back, feel the cold metal on my shoulders and buttocks. This time, he sticks one of his fingers up my butt, the others knead my asscheeks, and his tongue is now playing outside and inside my dripping wet cunt.

I’m about to come, like I never came before, it is so wonderful, I’m almost there, I cry and whine, and then, I grab his head and draw it as close as I can towards my pussy. My whole body starts to tremble, and as I rub my clit over his face, I reach my wonderful climax and soak his beautiful face with my juices. But his tongue is still there, still in my little can, and he is still busy in my sweet tight butthole. I don’t know how many fingers he has buried there now, but apparently just the right number. Because now, my butt is cramping around him, I push him out, he pushes further in, a few times, there’s something else coming, what’s going on, it’s strong, comes from back to front, somehow grabs my pussy from the inside, he sucks on my clit, his other hand presses on my pubic area from the outside, ooohhhhhgoooooooood!

I fidget like a carp that has just been caught, for sure a minute. The stainless steel underneath me is no longer cold at all, now I’m panting, slowly finding my way back to normal breathing. I feel him caressing my legs, it feels so nice, helps me come down. Now I reach into my top under my left breast, where I had fixed the condom with a strip of adhesive tape, and take it out. I straighten up and sit on the countertop.

Only now I see him again, he does not stroke my legs. Instead, he wipes off my juices from his face onto my thighs, and licks them clean again. He does the same with my calves, I watch him fascinated, he moans violently. Now he starts licking my feet, sucking on my toes. So I’m not the only one who likes this…”Yes, my darling, my sweet darling, lick my pretty little feet, suck on my little toes, I like that so much. Put your tongue in between too, yes, it’s so nice that way.”

I only see his face and upper body, but I also see that his right arm muscles are in motion. No, don’t do that, I’ll take care of that from now on. I slide forward so far that only my butt rests on the table. He keeps my toes in his mouth, but I can now look at the floor in front of me and see that he has gotten rid of his skimpy shorts. It literally takes my breath away.

Before, I was a little afraid that his penis would be too huge, because he is so tall. But it is beautiful, just beautiful. I once read something about penis envy in a women’s magazine, such nonsense, why? Now that I see his sweet thing, I get it. I pull my toes out of his mouth and slide from the work surface to him on the floor.

I cover his face with kisses and take his cock in my hand.How many times have I imagined it. I’ve always imagined it would be beautiful, but it’s much, much more than that. I kiss his mouth and gently stick my tongue in. It’s so beautiful, his member gets even harder, but not bigger. I rub him tenderly, kiss him, now let his tongue into my mouth.

He holds my face in both hands, gently caressing my cheeks with his thumbs as he kisses me. I squeeze his cock tightly now and then again lightly, all the time. With my left hand I stroke his back, down to his buttocks, and up again.

Nothing touches my pussy now, and yet, very, very gently, it comes over me again, I cry with happiness. He feels my climax, takes his mouth from mine, and now presses me very tightly to him, I almost lose my breath as another orgasm runs through my whole body. He keeps squeezing me, and then my hand gets wet.

I hold him tightly embraced, I would like to have six arms. I feel his deep, throaty moans more than I hear them. I don’t squeeze his penis anymore, but gently rub the last drop of his seed out of him, while he now tousles through my hair and kisses my neck.

We let go very carefully. Exhausted, we sit on the cool floor and puff in a duet. At the same time, we now look at the small puddle in front of his penis. Then we look at each other, and as if on cue, we both begin to laugh happily. We can’t stop. If there is a short break, we look into each other’s eyes again and start laughing again.

It’s all so beautiful. The condom is still on top of the stainless steel. These are going to be the best holidays of my life.