Date: Tue, 07 Jul 2015 09:00:27 -0700
From: Carole Unwin <csunwin@yandex.com>
Subject: DUTCH DYKE 2

MELEK – DUTCH DYKE CHAPTER 2
by cs.unwin

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Melek leaves Lotte to find her own way home, and thinks about going home
herself but decides against it; she has other ideas. She boards a number 12
tram in the direction of the Jordaan, once a working class neighbourhood on
canals in the centre of Amsterdam, but which is now quite gentrified.

Her tram is full to standing room only with people returning home from work
at the end of the day. Melek find herself squeezed tightly against a plain
looking woman in her 30s. She has a stocky figure which she attempts to
hide with loose clothing, Melek likes her looks and the shape of her nose,
which gives her otherwise plain face some character. When the tram turns a
corner and heels over, Melek is pushed against the woman, her large breasts
thrust against the woman's side. When the tram rights itself, Melek does
not move, her full breasts remain nestled against the woman's side. Her
eyes meet Melek's with a look of annoyance. Melek returns her gaze and
smiles; the woman looks confused for a moment and then smiles back.

"I think you are very pretty," Melek says, putting her face close to the
woman's ear.

Melek guesses the woman can smell her body odour. Melek remembers her
panties and remembers she smells very strongly of cunt. Aroused, wet,
pungent, cunt.

"Thank you, you are very pretty too," the woman speaks into her ear. Melek
can feel her warm breath on her neck.

"I want to date you," Melek whispers back, "give me your phone number."

The woman hesitates for a moment. Melek presses her breasts against her
again, and the woman takes out her mobile phone. They exchange names and
phone numbers. The woman's name is Rose and Melek promises to call her that
evening. She has arrived at her stop, and Melek exits the tram. She walks a
couple hundred yards from the main road next to a canal to an area of
narrow streets and 17th Century buildings mixed with newer, modern
flats. She walks up the stairs of a new building which is owned by a
non-profit-housing corporation. The flats are all subsidized and the owner
of the flat she is visiting is a retired woman named Ingrid, who opens the
door and invites Melek inside.

Ingrid is in her late 60s, of medium height, and looks the epitome of an
upper class Dutch woman. She wears her nearly white hair in a chignon style
bun, her clothes are conservative and she is wearing too much makeup which
does little to hide her plentiful wrinkles. Though once a very handsome
woman, Ingrid now looks her age.

"Melek, lovely to see you, darling. Please come in and have some tea and
biscuits."

Ingrid serves tea from Royal Doulton china in the sitting room of what
might be a nice modern apartment if it were not crammed with so many
knicknacks. One of these is a black strap-on dildo with a thick, 8 inch
cock which sits on a table, next to the elegant tea service. Ingrid
chatters to Melek about trivia, ignoring the large phallus. Melek drinks
her cup of tea and eats a couple of chocolate biscuits. She listens to
Ingrid's banal conversation without comment for a few minutes and then
excuses herself to go to the bathroom.

The bathroom, like many in such apartments is in a room of its own and has
only a toilet and sink. The apartment's bath and shower are in a separate
room. Once inside Melek pulls down her jeans and panties, sits on the
toilet and pees. She wipes herself and removes her boyshort style panties
before pulling her jeans back up. When she returns to the sitting room,
Ingrid looks at her expectantly. Melek stands before her and wafts her
panties in Ingrid's face. The elderly woman takes the garment in two hands,
closes her eyes, holds it to her nose and inhales deeply. She revels in the
smell of the teenager's cunt.

Melek takes Ingrid's hand, leads her to the sofa, and positions her so that
her stomach is over the arm and her bottom is pointing upwards. Ingrid is
very docile and does not need to be told what to do. She remains in the
prone position, panties to her face, while Melek lifts her skirt and flips
the garment up on to her back. Underneath Ingrid is wearing old fashioned
stockings, a suspender belt and nothing more.

The teenager pauses a moment to survey Ingrid's pale legs and buttocks and
the folds of soft skin where the belt presses into her slack, old woman's
flesh. Grey pubic hair peek out between the cheeks of her bottom. Melek
puts her fingers on the woman's slit and pushes, exploring the wet hole
underneath that fold of skin. Ingrid is eager and ready; her cunt has been
moistening in anticipation even before the teenager arrived at her
door. Without saying a word Melek takes the dildo and straps it on over her
jeans. The 8 inch black penis dangles between her thick legs.

Melek holds up the dildo so it is perpendicular to her body and places it
at the entrance of Ingrid's cunt. She thrusts her hips hard and the dildo
slides easily and buries itself inside Ingrid, who gasps. The teenager
begins to fuck Ingrid hard and roughly, burying the black phallus nearly to
the hilt with each stroke. The nearly 70 year old woman begins to moan and
shout; she no longer looks like the elegant society matron who had been
serving tea a few minutes earlier.

"Oh yes, fuck my horny cunt...Fuck me hard please...I am your dirty slut
fuck me...," she yells as the Melek's dildo pounds her vagina and hits her
cervix.

Melek keeps hammering Ingrid's wet hole with her dildo for twenty minutes,
until she tires and loses interest. Ingrid appears to have had several
orgasms, and when the fucking stops, she lays there, body twitching and
breathing hard. The teenager takes off the strap-on and helps herself to a
cookie. Ingrid gets up and attempts to give Melek back her underwear. The
shorts are smeared with makeup and lipstick, as is the old woman's
face. Melek refuses to accept them and says:

"No keep them, I can buy new ones. But I have to go now, can I have my
money?"

"Oh no! Please stay Melek. Can I lick your pussy, please? I can make you
feel good, please?"

"No I don't want my pussy licked right now and I have to go home, I'm
late. Just give me my money."

Ingrid fishes a €50 note out of her wallet and gives it to Melek, who
puts it in her pocket.

"I have a new girlfriend Ingrid. She's only 12 and she doesn't have any
hair yet. How would you like to lick her?" Melek says taking out her mobile
and showing the old woman the photo of Lotto she took earlier.

"Oh Melek, that would be exquisite. You know how much I like young
pussy. When can you bring her to see me?"

"Oh yes, when can you bring her? What is her name?"

Melek says she does not know when it is possible, and will text Ingrid when
it is convenient. She leaves the flat and heads for the tram stop, thinking
how she will spend the money. She thinks about buying a present for Lotte
and wonders what she would like.

To be continued