Date: Tue, 07 Jul 2015 09:00:27 -0700
From: Carole Unwin <csunwin@yandex.com>
Subject: DUTCH DYKE 1

MELEK – DUTCH DYKE CHAPTER 1
by cs.unwin

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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.