Bondage : Experiments in bondage

Are perverts born, or are they made? In other words, is there some
kind of innate genetic misprint that causes some people to mature into
perverts, or is it environmental factors, like whether your parents
molested you and such?

I suppose I should define “Perversion”. One who perverts, turns aside
a thing from its intended purpose; sexual gratification that has
little or nothing to do with procreation.

In my case, I was seduced into perversion. But then, perhaps I have
some type of genetic misprint that left me susceptible to such
seduction.

I am Tracy Lu, and I am an American of Korean extraction. I was not
always like I am now. When I was young, I was an academic.

I was working on my Ph.D. in astronomy. A Ph.D. in astronomy is a
pretty useless qualification, since there is hardly any work for
astronomers. But at that time, I took it very seriously.

Our university had the possibility to send a PhD. student to a remote
observatory in northern Greenland, near the artic circle, for the
winter season. It was exactly what I needed; it was all expenses
paid, and the observations that it was possible to make there in the
extreme cold were essential for my thesis.

It boiled down to my professor and supervisor; Dr. Johnson. I wasn’t
the type of girl to leave these things to blind luck. I checked
around, I checked into what kind of referrals Dr. Johnson had made in
the past. Finally, I asked him straight out.

“Dr. Johnson, you know a season at the northern observatory is exactly
what I need to complete my thesis.”

“Yes, I am aware of that, Tracy.”

“And are you going to send me?”

“No. It’s not a place for a woman, Tracy. I’m sorry, but conditions
at the northern observatory are extremely harsh. It is completely
inaccessible for months at a time. It’s staffed by a small crew of
eight or ten scientists, and couple of maintenance men. I know you
think it’s what you want to do, but it’s my responsibility, and I’m
afraid I can’t recommend you to the post.”

Shit, exactly what I was afraid of. Sexist bullshit. His lecture was
about to start, and it was time for plan “B”.

“Professor, I need to talk you about this at length. If I can’t go
there myself, perhaps we can arrange for whoever does go to make some
observations for me. Can we get together later?”

“Well, yes, very well.”

“Could you come by my apartment later? I could make dinner.”

He raised an eyebrow at me quizzically. I had asked for an
appointment, and proposed a date. Students, even postgraduate
students, dating professors was completely uncool.

But as I said, I had checked into things a little bit. Dr. Johnson’s
wife had died two years previously. As far as anyone knew, he had no
current romantic interests. If there was a battle of the sexes going
on, it was my intention to use what assets I had to win it.

A little flirtation, some wine. I wasn’t averse to fucking him. I
didn’t have any current romantic interests either, not serious ones.
There were couple of jocks I used to get together with at that time,
just for little relaxation. Let them buy me dinner, have some nice
sex. Back to work on Monday, that kind of thing.

I was into clean-cut boys, with nice big muscles to grab hold of. But
this appointment was important. If letting Dr. Johnson have his
pleasure was what it took, then the price was well within my budget.

University professors are not known for being idiots. He could be 95
percent sure that the reason I wanted him to come to my place, as
opposed to meeting him in his office, was to allow for the opportunity
of a little hankie panky. Nonetheless, his eyes went a little bit
wider when I opened the door and he saw me.

I almost never went out my hair down, and I’m sure he’d never seen it.
I’d brushed it out, and it was down to my hips, shiny and black. I
was wearing a skimpy green cocktail dress, dangerously low cut. I’ve
never had huge tits, but what I had wasn’t too bad, and he couldn’t
help but glance down into the warm valley between them. I had on
these really high heels, so we were almost the same height.

Okay, I’m going to skip all the blah blah and wordplay. I flirted
with him outrageously, and left him in no doubt as to what it was that
I wanted.

He was a cagey bastard. He didn’t say no, but he didn’t say yes
either. He wanted the goodies, but he didn’t want to give anything in
return.

I decided on a goodwill gesture; I’d screw him first, get him hooked.
I was an arrogant little bitch, and I was completely confident that
once he’d had me, he’d want me again so bad, he’d give me what I
wanted.

By the time I’d made the decision, we had eaten, and were still
sitting at the dinner table. He had taken my hand, and was playing
with my fingers. I didn’t find it unpleasant.

I gave him “the look”. That stare into a man’s eyes that let him know
that he’s a winner.

He smiled broadly, then stood, and lifting my hands up, brought me to
my feet as well. He put his arms around me, and brought my body to
his. I had been afraid that I would feel some revulsion at this stage,
but it was all right. I wasn’t gushing moisture at my groin or
anything, but it was all right.

We were undressed, and in the bedroom in short order. After the
standard foreplay period, he climbed on top of me and pushed it in.

But he couldn’t come.

Well, this sure fucked up my plans. If he didn’t come, he wasn’t
hooked. If he wasn’t hooked, I had no bargaining position. In fact,
I could be in a worse position than I was before. I pretended to come
myself, thinking it might do the trick. No dice. I pretended to come
really hard, moaning and clawing at him. That seemed to get him a
little bit excited, but didn’t do it.

“Oh Tom, what are you trying to do to me?” I crooned in his ear.

“Call me ‘professor’, it turns me on.”

I rolled him over, and gave him head. Didn’t do it.

“What is it professor? Is it too soon? Is there something I should
do?”

“Oh, my dear, you’re such a pretty young thing. I actually believed you
would do it for me much like this. However I was wrong, I’m afraid.”

” What do you indicate? Tell me; inform me exactly what I must do. I wish to make
you happy!”

I wanted him to make me pleased, naturally. But I figured to do that, I.
required to get him to climax some of that white sticky physical fluid.
that males secrete.

” Let’s return to my place.”.

So we put our clothing back on, and went to his place.

It was a great home in the residential areas, too big for a single male. The.
kids had actually grown and left, and as I said, his spouse had actually died.

” Come on approximately the bedroom.” He said.

Why beat around the bush? He ‘d already had his cock in me.

Inside the ordinary, cool bedroom, he opened a door. There was.
another space.

Any SM freak would feel mighty pleased inside that inner space. There.
was a rack on the wall with handcuffs dangling from it. Various.
benches, and hanging from the walls, all kinds of weird attire and.
toys. I was flabbergasted.

I believed I could blow old straight Dr. Johnson’s mind with a little.
sweet young pussy. I could see now that things were going to be a.
little bit harder than I ‘d believed.

He was looking at me, evaluating my expression. I guess I was providing a.
lot away.

” You looked surprised, Tracy.”.

” Well, I think I am.”.

” Don’t stress, it’s all just excellent enjoyable.”.

He put his hand at the little of my back, and gently pushed me inside.

” Put this on for me.” He stated, handing me some strange black latex.
thing. I truly wasn’t sure which end of me it belonged on.

He looked as thrilled as a kid at Christmas as I removed off my.
clothes, and pulled the black latex thing up my legs. It was a kind.
of coverall, but it left my crotch and tits naked. It came right up.
to my neck, under my chin. It didn’t fit really well, it was produced a.
much heavier female.

I felt a chill run up my spinal column when he took two sets of handcuffs off.
the wall. I need not have actually worried. They were for him to use.

Following his instructions, I handcuffed him to a wood chair; naked,.
in reverse, so his cock hung out in between the wood slats of the.
backrest. His ankles were cuffed to the legs, and his hands cuffed.
behind his back. He had a tough on.

” Beat me.” He said.

” With exactly what?” There were a great deal of choices.

” Just beat me! Pick something, and do it!”.

I began whacking him across the back with a short whip like thing.
It didn’t break the skin or anything, it wasn’t a genuine whip. He.
groaned in pleasure.

” Now,” he stated suddenly, “get my dick. Grab my dick!”.

I reached around from behind him, and got his difficult dick with both.
my hands, pressing my bare nipples into his sensitized back.

There was sticky oiling fluid exuding from its suggestion, and I started.
to jerk him off. He began to tremble, then he came.

He wanted me to remain. However I needed to get out of there, I wished to go.
home and have a nice long bath. I took his vehicle. He stated he would get.
the bus in the morning.

However as I drove home, I recognized something that I discovered troubling. I.
was randy. Was it possible that I had been switched on by that unusual.
scene?

I stopped at a filling station, and utilized the payphone to call Eric, a.
basketball scholarship who had actually screwed me happily the week in the past.

” It’s Tracy. Tracy Lu. Are you alone?”.

” Jesus Tracy, it’s one in the morning.”.

” I know that Eric. Are you alone?”.

” Yes, I’m alone. What’s the matter?”.

” Can I come over?”.

” What for?”.

” I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” I hung up.

I was in a wild mood, a wild sexual mood that was unknown to me.
Eric’s big young dick was barely in me prior to I was coming.

Eric was a little baffled about exactly what had caused me to be in his bed.
like that. I wasn’t the Tracy he understood, however he wasn’t grumbling.

Eric is a tall male [or just long, if horizontal], very fit and.
handsome. He was a good fan, too. Should not that suffice? Why did.
I come when I daydreamed about limiting him and triggering him discomfort?

He was on his back, and I was riding his hard young dick, imagining he.
was helplessly tied. I pinched his nipples, and bit his ears, and.
tried not to observe that his big hands were gently touching me, as a.
excellent man’s hands should.

I made two men happy that night, however I was left confused by the.
events. Satiated, but confused.

Monday early morning, I was operating in the computer system laboratory. There was nobody.
else there, till teacher Johnson got in the room.

” Tracy,” he said, putting his hand on the back of my bare neck, “how.
are you this early morning?”.

” Why, just fine, teacher. How are you?”.

” Better than I’ve been for a very long time, thanks to you.”.

He took my left hand, and lifted it to his lips. I stood. He put his.
arms around my hips, hugging me to himself.

I had been fearing this. I had actually been left feeling quite disrupted.
about what had gone on between Dr. Johnson and myself. Although I had.
chosen beforehand to let him fuck me the other night, the perverted.
scene over at his place had actually left me baffled. I was unsure how far.
I wanted to go to advance my academic profession.

Surprisingly, however, I felt no revulsion in the professor’s arms.
Although I now knew that he was completely perverted in his sexual
desires, I was not disgusted by him. I can’t say I was exactly turned
on, but after what had gone on between us, I felt we both needed a
friendly hug. We had exposed ourselves to each other. His sexual
perversions, my perverted ambition.

“God, you’re so sexy.” He whispered in my ear.

In fact, I was dressed down as I always was for school. My hair was
tied up in a bun, and I was wearing sneakers, jeans, and a sweatshirt.
I had on no makeup, and I was wearing the glasses that I need for
close work.

“Will you come home with me tonight?”

“I’m not sure, professor.” It wasn’t just a ploy. I really wasn’t
sure if I wanted to participate in Johnson’s perversions.

“Come on, Tracy. I haven’t gotten off like that in years, come by my
place tonight. I promise I’ll make you happy.”

Happy. Did that mean a recommendation to the Northern Observatory?

“Okay.” I said, immediately regretting that I hadn’t gotten a more
specific promise from him.

He picked me up my place, and was virtually quivering with excitement
by the time we got to his.

There was a bag on his kitchen table. He opened it up; and started
removing, well, I guess they were clothes. I don’t know what other
word you can use to describe what you wear on your body.

6 inch stiletto heels. Black Net stockings. Matching Suspender belt.
A strange latex vest with laces that crisscrossed up my belly, and
opened at my breasts, lifting them, but failing to cover them.

I would’ve expected to feel embarrassed, self-conscious, or just plain
disgusted, to don such an outfit. Instead, I felt a strange elation.
Instead of feeling compromised, I felt empowered. With these strange
garments on my body, I knew that professor Johnson was putty in my
hands. He might have the upper hand back at the University, but right
here, right now, he was mine.

“Take your clothes off.” I told him. Or perhaps it was even an order;
my first.

He was visibly shaking as he complied. His body wasn’t ugly, I
noticed for the first time. He couldn’t compare with someone like
Eric of course, only someone like Eric could compare with someone like
Eric. But the professor had a long lean body. His old cock was rock
hard, and right now, he worshiped me as a goddess. I found that
stimulating.

“Get upstairs.” I told him.

I wanted him to wait for me for a few minutes. Just to make him
nervous. I walked around on his ground floor, checking out his place
and getting used to those kinky shoes. Then I went on up.

He was just standing there, waiting for me. Good boy. I didn’t say
it out loud, not that first time.

I let him stand there, naked, in the middle of the room, while I
walked around the perimeter, checking out the paraphernalia hanging
from the walls.

I chose a set of chains with wrist and ankle cuffs. I tossed them to
him.

“But those on.” I told him, and when he had attached them to his
ankles, I ordered him to his knees, and attached the wrist cuffs,
binding his hands to his ankles behind his back.

It wasn’t just the overt physical power that was turning me on; it was
a psychological power, the total power over the man who was my mentor
in the real world.

I slapped him in the face. I saw that it wasn’t hard enough, it
didn’t have much effect on either one of us. I hit him harder. It
was good. I grabbed him by the hair. I was new at this, I wanted to
go farther but I didn’t know how.

“Lick my pussy you old fuck.” I told him, pushing my hairy crotch
into his face. He moaned in ecstasy, and went at me with enthusiasm.

I didn’t really care much at that moment about having my pussy licked.
Oh, I love having my pussy licked. But I wanted at this moment was
domination. Not for my own sexual satisfaction. For Dr. Johnson’s
sexual satisfaction. At this point, I was still in it as a career
move. Or so I thought.

He was good. He had some talent with his tongue; practice I guess. I
was surprised to find that I was really enjoying it, the actual
licking that is.

I even thought that I would be able to come. I didn’t really want to
at first. To have an orgasm at the tongue of Dr. Johnson would be
tantamount to finding him attractive. How could I find someone like
Dr. Johnson attractive? This sniveling pervert whimpering on the
floor between my legs.

Nonetheless, his attentions to my clitoris began to get to me, and I
thought what the hell, why shouldn’t I have an orgasm? Nothing wrong
with a little orgasm. I twisted on his ears, tore at his hair. He
loved it, but it wasn’t enough to make me come. I was rarely able to
come from cunnilingus alone.

I shoved him over onto his back. His wrists and ankles were still
chained together, and were now under the middle of his back. His
penis stuck straight up into the air. I lowered myself onto it, and
he thrashed around, moaning with pain and pleasure.

As I pushed my pelvis back and forth against his cock, about half my
weight on those stiletto heels, and the other half crushing his limbs
into the floor below us, I realized that I was really enjoying this,
that I was sexually stimulated by this perverse situation.

It didn’t make sense to me. I should be turned on by someone like
Eric; a physically perfect specimen, with the brains to know that he
probably wouldn’t make it at pro basketball, and so was working at his
degree. Eric would be reliable, a perfect provider, a man that any
woman would wish to have as a husband and lover, as the father of her
children. Eric had wanted to get more serious with me; but I had kept
him at arms length. Why? Was I expecting to find better? Or was the
truth that I didn’t want a good man, that I wanted dominance first?
That I preferred to torture old dr. Johnson than to make love with
young Eric?

I felt the heat traveling up through my body, starting from my groin
and flowing up through my torso until it impacted with my brain. I
came hard, reveling in the pain I was causing to my ecstatic victim,
writhing below me.

I had obtained true sexual satisfaction from this perverted situation;
therefore, I was a pervert. As an academic, I find that interesting,
and neither good nor bad. Personally, I found it fairly disconcerting.
I was very unsure if this was a healthy condition. But was I born like
this, or did I become this way due to cultural and environmental
influences? The question remains.

Dr. Johnson recommended me for the appointment to the observatory.
But the appointment came with a surprise; he was coming along.

“I need a break from the University, and I can lease my house out for
the winter. A little sabbatical, some nice observations, perhaps a
paper or two. And a lot of spare time for you and I to enjoy each
other my dear.” He told me.

Well, there was nothing to do but get into it. For the next six
months, Dr. Johnson and I did nothing except science and sex. We got
pretty good at both; we published a joint paper [on the astronomy, not
the sex]. My Ph.D. virtually couldn’t be refused after that.

I got very good at tormenting him. We tried to keep our relationship
secret from the others at the observatory, but that didn’t work. In a
close environment like that, there are few secrets.

Since everyone basically knew, I didn’t feel there was any harm in
tying Dr. Johnson up and gagging him, and then screwing the handsome
young maintenance men while he watched. That was really nice, since I
got to torture the professor while having fun with a young lover. Oh,
we went pretty far in those few months.

We started out very mild, doing things similar to what we did the
first night in the professor’s secret little room at home. But as the
dark months passed, we kept increasing the intensity. It reached a
peak a few days before we were scheduled to return home, on the
professor’s birthday.

We had reached the point where I didn’t know how to cause him greater
pain without doing him actual injury. I would strap him into the
restraints we had brought with us, or get inventive with some cotton
cord; and then slap him around, abuse him verbally, squeeze his balls
or whatever. That would make us both really horny, so I would either
screw him in his restraints, or let him loose so he could fuck me.

And of course, there was no chance of buying any new outfits for
myself. I used to change my hair around, though. Sometimes I tied it
up on my head, sometimes I wore it down.

So I assemble a little kit for applying electrical shocks. It was a.
basic job for me down in the electronics lab. I didn’t show it to the.
teacher up until I had him well restrained.

” What you think this is, teacher?” I asked him, showing him a.
polished piece of copper rod. “This goes in your ass.” I told him.

” And this.” I revealed him a micro clip; it didn’t have sharp teeth or.
anything. The point was discomfort without injury. “This one goes on your.
balls.”.

His eyes were bulging out of his head as I greased the rod and.
inserted it into his anus. I put a little carrying out grease onto.
the jaws of the micro clip, and clamped it to his balls. For the next.
2 hours, I alternately used electrical energy, triggering him to buck and.
wince in his restraints; and sucked his cock, stroking the within.
his thighs and brushing his stubborn belly with my hair. By the time I let him.
come, he had a container of the things.

The others gave us a difficult time the next day about all the screaming,.
but they understood us by then, and they knew it was the teacher’s.
birthday, so they provided us a break.

I enjoyed myself so much, that I chose to go pro. By the time my.
Ph.D. was granted, I had a string of men paying me to abuse them. I.
do miss science often, but this does pay better.

Now shut the screw up, get on your knees, and put your hands behind.
your back. No electrical energy for you. Possibly next time, if you’re really.
obedient.

Swap, sharing.

Sharing my woman with my brother.
There are two things that we Turkish “visitor employees” in Germany long.
to have.

A Mercedes car [which the majority of us manage to obtain, if we get decent.
work], and a blue-eyed blonde haired voluptuous white girlfriend.

I hadn’t yet attained either of these excellent objectives when I fulfilled Heidi.

She was the daughter of a man I was working for, doing electrical.
setup work. She was almost perfect; she was all the important things.
I stated above, with a wonderful clear white skin. However she was about.
Ten Years older than me. I was 23 at the time.

I didn’t expect to have an opportunity with her, but I asked her out anyhow.
I ‘d had enough of working for her father by then; I understood that taking.
his daughter out was not something that would make my manager extremely pleased.
with me. He was a bigot, and unpleasant to work for. The only factor.
I worked for him at all was because he wanted to hire me even.
though I had actually not had the ability to get an electrician’s license, and being.
a dubious building specialist, he didn’t care.

My father had actually told me to keep away from the white girls.

” They are all whores, kid. When the time comes, your mom and I.
will find you a great Turkish girl to marry.” He ‘d informed me.

I was born in Germany, I matured here. But in this place, if your.
moms and dads were immigrants, you’re an immigrant. And no one lets you ever.
forget it.

It was true, the white girls in school seemed to alter their.
sweethearts regularly than their socks. However I didn’t think they were.
even making love yet, and “slut” was absolutely much too strong a.
word.

I was very happy and worried to be going out with Heidi. I wished all.
my pals could see me with such a stunning woman. However I was really.
afraid of the racists that were playing around at the time.

She lived in her dad’s house, having separated a guy she had wed.
when she was more youthful.

I kissed her goodnight after our first date, and I slept with a difficult.
on. I was still a virgin.

On our second date, I held her hand many of the night, and we started.
to kiss halfway through the movie. I took her house with me, telling.
her to be very peaceful, due to the fact that I dealt with my grandmother.

Heidi undressed silently, with laughter in her eyes. She had the body.
of a Playboy model, and I couldn’t think my luck.

We rested on the edge of the bed together, naked, kissing and fondling.
for a while.

She pressed me onto my back, and went down on me. The very first orgasm I.
ever had not of my own making was into her beautiful pink mouth.

Her long white hands strolled over my balls and ass, her long, painted.
fingernails traced throughout my exposed flesh. Her red lipstick.
contrasted with her blue eyes and blonde hair in a terrific method,.
making her head an explosion of color. Forcing an explosion of come.
from my cock.

She relaxeded on my bed later on, spreading herself. Her legs were.
long, her feet dainty. Her hips were splendidly slim, and her stomach.
was flat. I could see her pink vaginal area revealing clearly through her.
blonde bushy pubic hairs, and she directed my mouth to taste its.
nectar.

And when I entered her for the first time, I knew why God had made me.
a guy. It was just for this; to push my cock into this beautiful.
white lady, to share the euphoria of love with her.

Heidi was every boy’s fantasy. She was older than I, and had.
currently been married; she had actually probably been making love since I was.
eight years of ages. But it only included to the attraction of her of her in my.
eyes at that moment. Heidi was a prize greater than I had actually ever hoped.
for.

I had never understood it was possible for my cock to be so hard; I had.
masturbated, however I ‘d never ever known the incredible excitement of real.
sex. The sensation of her smooth flesh versus my body, the incredible.
pride of being the source of such a lady’s stimulation.

By the time she came, I remained in love. The sensation of Heidi in my arms,.
her unbelievable body tensing with orgasm was a sensation impossible to.
equal. To stare into her blue eyes while pumping my seed into her.
body was to end up being permanently addicted to her.

We were both well into our adult years, however we snuck around like.
kids. She left me to sleep alone.

I felt apprehension as I went into the office next day; however when Heidi.
saw me her face softened, and I saw a gleam appear in her eyes; I understood.
all was well.

We were fans for several months before she relocated with me. I was.
anxious about how she would agree my granny, however the old.
woman loved Heidi like a daughter.

My father was not happy to hear that I was living in sin with a German.
woman, however he had retired and moved back to Turkey, so he didn’t have.
much to say about it.

It was a large rent-controlled apartment or condo in Berlin, when my.
grandma died I acquired the lease, as I was registered at the.
address. The home was and is my one fantastic material property. When.
my grandmother relocated 30 years earlier, it was the worst part of town,.
near the wall. Since the wall boiled down, the area is now one of the.
most desired areas in the city.

My older brother, Ahmed, had had a traumatic experience. His young
pregnant wife had been killed in an explosion at a Turkish cultural
center. A neo-Nazi attack.

He had slipped into a depression so deep that he had been unable to
work for months. He had lost his job, and was being evicted from his
own apartment. My uncle told me that I must let him stay in my place
until he recovered himself.

Heidi and I had been so happy together, and things had been improving
for us financially since we both worked and had a good low rent. I
had even managed, with Heidi’s help, to maneuver my way through the
jungle of German bureaucracy, and obtain my electrician’s license.

My poor brother was so miserable, it was hard not to be affected. But
we persevered, and we tried to cheer him up when we could. He didn’t
cost very much to keep, since he was hardly eating. But it was hard
for Heidi to understand that I had no choice in the matter; perhaps a
German man could throw his brother out onto the street, or into an
institution. But for a man coming from my culture, it would be easier
to cut off one’s own head.

It was around new year, and my brother had been with us for about
three months, when Heidi told me she was pregnant.

I was overjoyed, I was filled with excitement; I couldn’t believe how
lucky I was. A child, perhaps a son of my own, a child with Heidi!

“But Kalik, how can we have a child with your brother here?”

“What do you mean, Heidi? We have enough room.”

“It’s not that, it’s the way he is. How can we have a baby in the
house with a manic depressive?”

“We’ve tried everything, Heidi. The doctors say he is improving, they
say the healing process will just take time.”

“I know, Kalik, I know. I was willing to wait, but now I think we’re
going to have to do something to help the healing process along.”

“Like what?”

“I think he just needs to get laid. I could fix him up with one of my
girlfriends.”

I considered the proposal, and we talked it over some more. It could
help to snap him out of it; on the other hand, if it didn’t work out,
it could make things worse. What if the woman rejected him? Still,
in the end, we decided to give it a try.

We didn’t tell Ahmed, of course; he’s a very proud man. Heidi invited
one of her girlfriends over for dinner with us; Heidi told Gertrude
about Ahmed, and asked her if she could help. Heidi can be very
persuasive, and Gertrude agreed to at least meet him. Thank God we
never told Ahmed about our little plan; Gertrude was not interested in
him.

“Please Gertrude, please.” Heidi said to her in the kitchen, “look at
what a handsome man Ahmed is; think of how much he needs your help.”

“I’m sorry, Heidi. He’s just too. glum. I can’t do it.”

We even thought about hiring a woman. But that was an even worse
idea, I thought. My brother still had some Islamic thoughts running
through his befuddled brain; if he found out that we had hired a
prostitute for him, who knows what his reaction would be?

Finally, late one night in the privacy of our bed, Heidi made the
suggestion.

“Maybe I should seduce him.”

“What? Are you mad?”

“Think about it, Kalik. No woman will go with him while he’s like
that. But a woman is what he needs in order to snap out of it. He
needs some love; he needs to be held in a woman’s arms, he needs some
real affection. In the state he’s in, he barely seems to notice that
we love him. I’m sure I could reach him; but it’s going to take more
than words. I’m going to have to love him physically; then he might
feel something.”

My father had told me that the German people had different attitudes
to physical love than we did, but I didn’t realize how far that went.
I was amazed that Heidi could suggest that she sleep with my brother
as if it was nothing more important than cooking or washing his
clothes.

The idea appalled me, but I wanted to be “modern” and “European”. If
this was how it was done here, then I should get used to the idea.
And after all, Ahmed was my brother.

“I’m not convinced, Heidi. The doctor didn’t say anything about Ahmed
needing a girlfriend.”

“You thought it was a perfectly good idea when I suggested that
Gertrude do it.”

“Yes.”

“So what do you think Gertrude has that I don’t have? Do you think
she can offer your brother more than I can?”

“Gertrude is single. She could offer Ahmed the possibility of a
relationship.”

“Come now, Kalik. A girl like Gertrude could never get along with
someone like Ahmed. Gertrude is a good time girl, she loves to go out
to discos and drink beer. The only thing she had to offer Ahmed was a
night or two of comfort. A sympathetic ear and a soft touch. He’s
your brother, Kalik. We have to help him.”

“I thought you just wanted him out of here before the baby comes.”

“I do want that. But I want Ahmed to be well, to be able to take care
of himself once more. What happened to him was terrible, but he’s a
big strong man, perfectly able to work. He just needs to be set
straight again.”

I don’t know how it was that I finally agreed, I must have been mad.
All I can say is, Heidi can be a very persuasive woman. I had never
been able to make her do my bidding the way my countrymen feel that a
woman should. We agreed on most things, but Heidi has a mind of her
own; and she had more experience than I had in life, as well.

So, the following evening, when Ahmed went to his room, Heidi went to
his bedroom door and knocked softly. She watched my expression coolly
as Ahmed opened the door.

“Ahmed, may I come in?”

I couldn’t hear his reply, but I saw Heidi step into his bedroom,
closing the door behind her.

My heart was on fire, and I was filled with conflicting emotions. I
would do anything to help my brother, but this was going very far. I
was in torment; I wanted to know what was going on, I had to know if
it was really happening.

I tried to think of a way; I could listen at the door. But what if
someone suddenly opened it? They would discover me there. Then I
remembered; in the kitchen, above the refrigerator, there was an old
ventilation hole hidden behind a picture. It opened into Ahmed room,
I had never gotten around to repairing it. With the lights out in the
kitchen, they wouldn’t be able to tell I was there. If either Heidi
or Ahmed were to come out of Ahmed’s room, I would have a few seconds
to climb down.

“Why are you here? You’re my brother’s woman, you need to go.” Said
Ahmed.

” It’s all right. He understands I’m here, he’s provided us his true blessing.”
Said Heidi, softly.

” You informed him? Oh my God, you informed him whatever? I will die of
pity, how could I have done this? My own brother.”

They sat next to each other on the bed; my huge brother was holding his
head in his hands, and Heidi’s arm was around his shoulders.

” I didn’t inform him everything. However I asked his permission, and he
stated I could stick with you tonight.” Heidi told him.

Exactly what didn’t she tell me? Then I heard a rushing in my ears, and I.
felt a wave of queasiness wash over me; she had actually already been with him.

” He said. it was all right? Kalik would share you with me?”.

” Yes. He was sitting right there in the living-room when I knocked on.
your door. He understands I’m here.”.

” What kind of a guy is my brother? What sort of a man am I?”.

” Good guys, Ahmed.” Heidi informed him. “Caring and loving men, simply listed below.
the surface area.”.

” But Heidi, you know that I cannot. If I might do it for any lady,.
undoubtedly I could do it for you, Heidi. But you saw what happened; I.
can’t.”.

” Oh Ahmed, do not be ridiculous. I don’t care about the mechanics. I want.
to stick with you tonight, I want to hold you in my arms again. That.
was good, wasn’t it?”.

” Yes.”.

” Your penis will work again one day. It does not matter if it’s today,.
tomorrow, or next year.”.

So. They had not really done it, then. It was a fantastic relief to me,.
despite the fact that I had actually somehow offered my authorization for them to do so now.
Although they plainly had actually attempted to betray me, my brother had actually been.
unable to do so.

My huge brother Ahmed began to cry.

” That’s fine, Ahmed. There’s only you and me here, you can trust me.
There, there.”.

Heidi pulled Ahmed’s go to her breasts, and stroked his face while.
he wept frantically.

She made soft, cooing, reassuring noises, and I saw his arms had.
surrounded her body. They remained in that position for some minutes,.
and after that I saw that Heidi was unbuttoning her blouse with her totally free.
hand. I saw Ahmed touch my woman’s breast with his fingers. She.
extended her neck downwards, to kiss him on the lips. Then she released.
her large white breast from her bra, and held my brother’s face to her.
pink nipple.

She rocked him, and he suckled her like a baby. I could see her face.
plainly; she didn’t look delighted by this, however she used the most peaceful.
smile. I found myself thinking that she would be the most excellent.
mother for our coming kid.

” Baby, baby, baby.” I couldn’t hear her saying, softly. “It will be.
all right now.”.

After a time, she raised Ahmed’s head, and she kissed him again, still.
nestling him in her arms. They kissed for a very long time, holding each.
other.

” Tell me about her.” Heidi stated, unexpectedly.

Slowly, Ahmed began to talk.

He informed Heidi of his spouse; he had not even understood her when they were.
wed, she was brought from a village in Turkey for him. She was a.
beautiful girl, and after they were wed, he came to love her very.
much. Naturally, she spoke no German when she showed up in this.
nation, so she was going to classes at the cultural center. She had.
been 4 months pregnant.

It was horrible to see my older brother cry like a baby. He would.
have actually never ever been able to do that in my presence; or I expect, in.
anybody’s presence. Possibly he could have opened himself to our mother.
that way; however she was dead. There was just Heidi now.

Heidi was wearing a set of trousers, but she was naked from the waist.
up while Ahmed informed his tale, holding both of his hands in hers,.
keeping her lovely face near to his, her big blue eyes never moving.
from his face. She leaned forward now, and kissed him lightly once.
more.

” I’m pleased you’ve told me now, Ahmed. I’m grateful you’ve begun to talk.
about her last. You informed me she took care of you; how she attempted so tough.
to make you delighted. What do you believe she would desire for you now,.
Ahmed?”.

” I don’t understand.”.

” She would desire you to be well. She would want you to live your life.
I just satisfied her one or two times, however I feel her spirit. She was my.
sister.”.

She kissed my brother once again, running her finger suggestions across his.
face, neck, and shoulders. She started to unbutton Ahmed’s t-shirt.

” No.” My brother said, grasping Heidi’s wrists. “This isn’t really right.
You’re my brother’s wife, it was wrong last time. You stated it would.
make me feel better, however I felt just even worse. I know you’re just trying.
to help me, Heidi. But go back to Kalik now.”.

” It was wrong last time. It’s true.” Said Heidi. “But this time we.
have Kalik’s blessing. This time you don’t need to feel ashamed. I.
desire you to love me, Ahmed; I understand you have it inside you. Have sex.
with me, Ahmed. Simply hold me your arms, kiss me, and let me comfort.
you. Please, Ahmed.”.

She put her arms around him, put her mouth on his mouth. Pressed my.
brother down onto the bed on his back, straddling his body, pressing.
her big breasts versus him. His hands went to the small of her.
back, touching her, unable to resist the desire to experience her silky.
smooth skin, her voluptuous curves.

She stayed up directly, still resting on his groin. Flicking her long.
blonde hair to one side, she started to unbuckle her belt, while spectacular.
him with her smile.

” Heidi, you’re my sister. This is incorrect.” My brother protested, however.
just verbally.

” You’re in my nation now, Ahmed. You let me choose what’s right and.
exactly what’s wrong here.”.

She raised herself up onto her knees, and pulled her pants to.
her thighs. She kicked back versus his knees and raised her feet,.
removing her pants totally. She was dressed only in her panties.
now, her long white body naked for my brother. She extended herself.
out full-length on top of him, and took his head in between her palms,.
again kissing him on the mouth.

I watched my brother’s hands move up and down the length of my woman’s
body, her naked back and shoulders, her hips, her ass.

I couldn’t find fault with him. He had done his best to resist her;
but in his weakened state, what chance did he have against Heidi?

I saw her hips gyrating from side to side.

“Yes, baby, yes.” She said to him, “let mamma love you. Let me be
your woman tonight. I want you, Ahmed. I want to be yours tonight.
You’ve been through the so much, Ahmed; you deserve this.”

She shifted her body to one side, off of his, and I saw her hand go to
his groin; I saw her stroking his hard penis through his trousers.

“It’s getting hard, Ahmed. I want to hold it. I want to hold it in my
hands again. This time, Ahmed, I don’t want you to feel ashamed.
It’s the right thing; it’s a good thing. You have a beautiful penis,
Ahmed. May I? Please Ahmed, tell me I can have it tonight. Say it,
tell me you want me to.”

“Yes.” My brother told her, barely audibly.

It was enough for Heidi. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his
trousers, and pulled them down with his underwear as he lifted his
behind to facilitate her.

Heidi’s wonderful long hands caressed my brother’s stiff,
uncircumcised cock. She smiled at him with so much love, such
compassion, that even I felt good about it for a moment. She lowered
her mouth over his dick, opening it wide and then closing it over his
flesh. I saw him shudder with the sensation.

She didn’t spend a lot of time sucking his cock; the point was not to
make my brother have an orgasm, but to show him some real affection,
to give him a woman’s comfort. Heidi kissed his belly and his
breasts, stroked him and caressed him, kissed his mouth again. And
finally, Ahmed began to respond; his big hands stroked and caressed
her body in return, he started to return her passionate kisses. He
removed her underwear, and I saw his finger slip inside of her vagina.

“Oh yes, Ahmed.” Heidi said to this, arching her back and putting her
hand on top of his as he fingered her.

And finally, he moved between her legs, positioning his hard dick to
enter her. She smiled at him with genuine pleasure and excitement,
and held his big hard penis in her hand as he slowly pushed it into
her.

“How does it feel, Ahmed?” She asked him, “Tell me how it feels to be
inside of me.”

“Wonderful, Heidi. It feels wonderful.” My big brother replied,
hoarsely.

“It’s wonderful for me, as well, Ahmed.” She told him. “You’re such a
handsome man, Ahmed. You’re so big and strong; I’m so happy we could
do this together. Don’t worry, Ahmed. your cock is big and hard, it
fills me so nicely.”

Her words burned me. Of course, she didn’t know I was listening;
Heidi didn’t intend to cause me pain, I knew that. She was only
trying to make my big brother feel better. Ahmed is older than I.,
but he is also somewhat larger than I.

He started to do it. Up-and-down, in and out. How could this be
happening? Why had I agreed to this madness?

Some minutes passed; Ahmed kept pumping up-and-down, in and out of my
woman. Heidi was whispering something in his ear, and stroking his
back.

Then he slowed down, and stopped.

“I’m sorry, Heidi.” He said.

“That’s all right, Ahmed.” Said Heidi softly, “It was much longer
than last time. It was nice, and next time it will be better. Thank
you for letting me be with you tonight.”

I spent a lonely sleepless night, alone in the bed that I normally
shared with Heidi. In the morning, I went back into the kitchen. My
woman and my brother had not yet come out from Ahmed’s room. I stood
on the chair next to the refrigerator once more, and carefully pulled
the picture away from the vent hole.

They were awake. Heidi’s luscious blond head was resting on my older
brother’s shoulder, as her fingers toyed with his chest hairs. They
were speaking quietly.

“Those are all normal emotions, Ahmed.” Heidi was saying, “Of course
you feel rage. You want to avenge Jasmine’s murder, and there’s no
way you can. That’s made you feel helpless, and its normal that you
get depressed. No one can bring your wife back, Ahmed. All we can do
is offer you what comfort we can.”

I set the coffee machine and went out to get some fresh bread for our
breakfast, while Heidi continued to offer comfort to my brother. When
I returned, they still had not emerged. I looked again;

Ahmed was pounding Heidi at a furious rate. His ass was a blur moving
up and down between her long white legs. Her eyes were shut, but her
hands grasped his buttocks, pulling him into herself again and again.

“Yes, Ahmed. Yes, yes.” Heidi was whispering.

“What a man you are, Ahmed.” She continued, “your cock is like steel,
it fills me up, it feels so good, Ahmed. You know how to please a
woman, Ahmed! Yes, yes!”

She was coming, I could tell. It was both wonderful and terrible for
me to see; it was good to see my brother actually functioning at
something at last. But why did it have to be Heidi? And the sight of
my beloved Heidi in the throes of orgasm is always the most pleasing
and erotic sight; but why did it have to be in the arms of my brother?
And shame of shames, the sight of their passion was causing me to have
an erection.

“Good God, Heidi!” Hissed Ahmed, “You’re the most beautiful woman
alive! The most wonderful woman. Heidi, I think I can. oh Heidi!”

His motion stopped, and he held himself deep within my woman as he
ejaculated. Heidi held him tight, both her arms and both her legs
wrapped around my brother, a most wonderful smile on her face.

But the strangest thing about this was my own feelings; I was shocked
to discover that I felt glad about it. Glad for Ahmed; as I saw and
heard, he had been unable before, but my wonderful and loving Heidi
had now brought him to orgasm; probably his first since the atrocity.
If she had been able to do so much for him in this short time, then my
sacrifice was worthwhile.

Heidi came out for breakfast about ten minutes later, followed shortly
by Ahmed. Things were a little tense around the breakfast table. No
one seemed to know what to say.

“You’d better get ready, Heidi. You’ll be late for work.” I told
her. She had a job as a graphic artist [she stopped working for her
father when she moved in with me]. She was still in her morning robe,
and her hair was a mess.

“I’ve called in sick, Kalik. I want to spend the day with Ahmed. You
go along to work, and we’ll see you in the evening.”

I couldn’t believe it; they had spent the whole night together, they
had sex twice that I knew of. Well, perhaps one and a half times.
Heidi must have sensed my feelings, because she followed me into our
bedroom when I went in to get my work boots.

“Don’t worry, darling.” She said to me, holding my hands in hers and
looking into my eyes; “Your brother is doing better now, I think. I
want to stay with him today and make sure he doesn’t start feeling bad
about last night. I think it’s working, Kalik, and soon your brother
will be back with us.”

I left for my job, feeling slightly reassured; but a couple of things
bothered me. Heidi had said she thought “it’s working”, not “it
worked”. And I thought the idea was not so much to get my brother
back with us, as to get him away from us. Not that I didn’t love my
brother, but Heidi had given me the impression that the point of all
of this was so that he could be independent, and we could have our
privacy. Everything seemed to be backwards.

I was looking forward to making love with Heidi that night.
In some way, I had to prove myself to her. I had to show that I.
wasn’t envious [despite the fact that I was], I had to show her that I could.
enjoy her too. I sat naked in our bed, viewing her at her dressing.
table; she was worn a transparent blue negligee, brushing her.
lovely blond hair. Then she dabbed on a touch of fragrance; my cock.
jerked in anticipation as she approached our bed, bent down and.
kissed me.

” Darling, I’m going to invest the night with Ahmed again.” She told.
me. “It’s working so well, I don’t believe I should stop now. It makes.
me feel so great to be able to help your brother, Kalik. Just think about.
all those dumb therapists he’s been seeing! They never did anything.
for him at all.” She kissed me again briefly, and slipped out the.
door. I had actually been unable to think about anything to say; I had been too.
stunned.

I can’t logically explain my have to know precisely what was going on in.
Ahmed’s room. But emotions have little to do with reasoning.

I quickly and quietly slipped into the kitchen area, and once again pulled.
the photo out of the way above the fridge.

My brother was in his bed, with the covers up to his chest; Heidi was.
lying next to him, but outside the cover. She was stroking his face.
with her fingers, and they were speaking silently.

” You need to go back to Kalik, Heidi.” Ahmed stated, “It isn’t best that.
you neglect him.”.

” But I wish to be with you tonight, Ahmed.” Heidi informed him, “Kalik.
doesn’t mind.”.

” Two nights in a row; that wouldn’t be reasonable, Heidi. Go now, return.
to Kalik.”.

” Can we be together tomorrow, then?” She asked him, kissing him.
lightly on the mouth.

” Yes, Heidi. If Kalik states it’s alright, we can be together.
tomorrow.”.

She stood, her breasts moving the front of her negligee around in.
the method that would give a hardon to a remains. She held his hand for a.
minute, and looked back at him with longing.

” Goodnight then, Ahmed.” She stated, and moved to the door.

I got down from my perch, and slipped quickly into the toilet. I.
flushed it, so everything would look typical, prior to returning to my.
bedroom. Heidi was resting on the bed, the negligee barely covering.
her blonde furry groin, her nipples extending from the front.

I pretended to look shocked.

” I believed you were going to sleep with Ahmed tonight.” I informed her.

” He’s feeling rather well, so I decided he didn’t need me.” Heidi told.
me, prior to standing to meet me in the middle of the room, welcoming.
me, and kissing me just as she had actually kissed my brother one minute.
earlier.

As our tongues met, and our saliva combined, I wondered what does it cost? of.
Ahmed’s oral fluids were combined with hers.

She wanted sex; but I was angry with her. I didn’t want to play.
second fiddle. I didn’t wish to make love with Heidi just because.
Ahmed had actually declined her. I tried to push her away, however she was.
persistent; no male could resist her. Not Heidi, not when she was in.
that mood, not because powder blue negligee.

” Kalik, Kalik.” She whispered in my ear, “Yes, Kalik yes! Do not stop.
now, Kalik! Your cock is like steel, you feel me up. You’re so.
good-looking, Kalik, you’re so huge and strong. Yes Kalik, yes!”.

Well, a minimum of she didn’t state “Ahmed” instead of “Kalik”.

For the next month, Heidi spent alternate nights with Ahmed and I
The weird aspect of it is that Heidi and I were having more sex.
than we had had since the first month we cohabited, and Ahmed was.
likewise making love with her; I had no idea that Heidi had such a big.
cravings for sex. I think that having 2 lovers somehow kept it more.
exciting for her.

The distinction in my brother was profound; he was still disturbed at the.
death of his beloved other half, however he was able to work again. He.
was working again, and that was as important for him mentally as.
economically.

Heidi loved to inform me how good it made her feel to be able to assist my.
brother. It wasn’t clear to me that he still needed her; I believed it.
was time for him to find his own woman now. But I didn’t want to say.
anything; I didn’t desire Heidi to think I was small-minded.

I didn’t feel that she liked Ahmed much better than I. I not had the.
feeling that she chose to sleep with him; she enjoyed me as much as.
in the past. But, it was clear that she genuinely delighted in costs nights.
with my older brother, as well. And for myself, I couldn’t even.
complain. There was more love between Heidi and I than ever, both.
physically and emotionally.

In some cases, at night after supper, we all sat together in front.
of the TELEVISION in the living room. She wanted to lie throughout both our laps,.
or kiss one of us while holding the hand of the other. Was it.
possible that Heidi was lady enough for two guys?

Her good friend Gertrude came for dinner once again one night. There was a.
football game on, so the girls were in the kitchen area talking while Ahmed.
and I saw TV. I was heading for the kitchen area to get some drinks.
for us, and I could not withstand eavesdropping for a moment;.

” Too late, Gertie, too late.” Heidi was stating. “You should have gone.
for him while you had the opportunity.”.

” Oh I could not, Heidi.” Gertrude stated, “He remained in a horrible state.”.

” Well, now that I have him all shiny eyed and healthy, I think I desire.
to keep him.”.

” Heidi! What about Kalik? Have you disposed him?”.

” No, of course not. Why would I do that? Kalik is a fantastic male.”.

” Oh, Heidi! It’s not real! You’re sleeping with both of them? Great.
God!”.

Heidi giggled, and whispered conspiratorially to her buddy;.

” It’s terrific. I’ve never ever been so delighted in my life! They’re both.
absolute darlings.”.

” Oh, Heidi! You’re so naughty! I cannot think it; I can’t even find.
one guy, and you have 2! Obviously, they are Turkish. I suppose.
2 Turkish men must deserve one German.”.

” I don’t like that sort of talk Gertrude! If you desire to stay my.
friend, I never ever wish to hear you speak like that once again.” Heidi said,.
angrily.

” I’m sorry, Heidi. I was only joking. Do not take it so seriously!”.
Gertrude stated. “It’s only jealousy talking.”.

I had never ever considered the possibility that Heidi intended to just.
carry on like this.

Lastly, I spoke with her about it. It was February, and the nights.
were long and dark.

” Ahmed is well enough now, Heidi. I think you should leave him alone,.
and let him find his own feet.”.

“What do you mean, ‘leave him alone’? Do you think I’m harassing him
or something? He looks fine on the surface, Kalik, but he’s still
very sensitive. Ahmed’s pain runs very, very, deep. He needs me,
Kalik.”

Perhaps it was true. How would I know? But I also knew that Heidi
was enjoying herself tremendously. But then, why shouldn’t she enjoy
herself? Would it be better if she was doing the same exact thing,
but was miserable about it? That wouldn’t work anyway. It was only
by having a genuine affection for Ahmed that she could help him. And
if she had a genuine affection for him, and they were making love, why
shouldn’t she enjoy it? I was so confused.

Spring came, and summer. Heidi’s figure stayed remarkably slim until
about April. And even then, she was as lovely as ever. And as
loving.

My relationship with my brother, although strained sometimes, remained
remarkably good. Sometimes, we worked at the same job [Ahmed is a
plumber]. We shared Heidi between us, and no one could say who loved
who more, or less.

With the low rent we had, and the high demand for skilled labor in
Berlin at the time, we were doing very well. Heidi decided to stop
working until after she had the baby.

It was my turn to be with Heidi one evening, and we were lying
together in bed. We had not overtly decided to, but somehow we had
stopped screwing since the baby had started to kick. I knew that
Ahmed was still doing it with her, and that was all right with me. I
still used to watch them from time to time, and I saw how careful they
were.

“I was at the doctor today, Kalik.” Heidi said, “And he told me he
was absolutely sure I’m not due until October.”

“We thought you were already due in June.” I said.

“October, Kalik. Do you realize the meaning of that?”

I said nothing as the meaning slowly soaked into me. My world tilted.

“I don’t know who the father is, Kalik. The first time I slept with
your brother, I thought that I was already pregnant. I didn’t think I
needed to take any precautions.”

“We can have a test done, Heidi. They can do that now.” I suggested.

“I don’t want it, Kalik. I want my child to have two fathers. You
and Ahmed will both be the father, and both be the Uncle. What about
that, Kalik?”

“I don’t know, Heidi. It could be difficult. You may have to choose
between us.”

My heart was twisting sideways in my chest as I said that. We were
happy so far, and we had never openly discussed the idea that Heidi
and Ahmed now seemed to have a relationship that ran as deep as Heidi
and myself. But I was being pragmatic; could we really expect this to
last year after year?

“I love you Kalik.” Heidi told me, making my heart soar; “but I love
Ahmed as well. I don’t want to choose between you, Kalik. I want you
both. Can you understand that, Kalik? I know it’s outrageous, but
it’s what I want. Do you love me that much, Kalik? Do you love me
and your brother enough to let us have it all?”

I spoke with Ahmed the next day. It was time to get all of this on
the table.

“I love Heidi like the earth itself, but she was your woman first.
When the child is born, Kalik, I will go. Whichever one of us is the
biological father, you are the rightful father. If you say you’re
willing to raise this child as if he is your own, knowing that he may
be mine, then I can leave here in confidence.”

“But what about Heidi? She’s adamant, Ahmed. You know how she is.”

“Yes, Kalik, I know. But if we’re both strong, and we insist, she
will have to go our way.”

“But Ahmed. I would have everything, and you nothing.”

“Kalik, little brother, we’ve succeeded in doing something that no one
could have thought possible; we have stayed brothers while sharing a
woman. How long can it go on? Wouldn’t it be better to settle the
matter like men? I’m willing to leave her to you, brother. It’s the
right thing to do.”

“I understand, Ahmed. But I’m afraid for you. What if you should
become. ill again?”

We may have grown up here in Europe, but that didn’t mean we hadn’t
acquired our culture’s sensitivity about mental illness.

“I had a letter from father yesterday, Kalik. Jasmine had a sister;
this sister, her husband was killed last year in a road accident.
Father has sent a photograph.”

“Ahmed! Do you want to marry this woman?”

“She’s stuck in a small village in Turkey, she’s my wife’s sister.”
He said, “She’s only nineteen years old. I’m sure it’s what Jasmine
would’ve wanted me to do, Kalik.”

He produced a photograph. It was only head and shoulders, but the
woman had a lovely face; large eyes and thick hair, clear skin and a
fine straight nose. We were still examining the photograph when Heidi
entered the room.

“Who is that?” Heidi asked, examining the image, “She’s a lovely
girl.”

I knew that Ahmed didn’t want me to, not yet, but I told Heidi of our
conversation.

Heidi was very upset at Ahmed’s plans.

“How can you do this to us, Ahmed?”

“Salima is Jasmine’s sister,” Ahmed replied. “It’s what Jasmine would
have wanted.”

“But how can you leave us, to marry a girl you’ve only ever met once?”
Demanded Heidi.

“She and my wife were very close.” Said Ahmed, “I can’t leave her
there in the village. It was always Jasmine’s intention that her
sister should come live with us here in Europe.”

Heidi was so angry with Ahmed that she barely spoke him for the next
week. I tried to calm her down, to make peace in our family;

“Heidi, he’s only doing what he thinks is right. You know he loves
you, but he has to do what he has to do. Ahmed is like that.”

“It’s all the bullshit, Kalik.” Heidi answered. “Arranged marriages!

How can individuals opt for that in this day and age?”

” It worked extremely well for him the first time, Heidi. He enjoyed Jasmine
quite, although he ‘d never ever met her at all before the wedding.”

” Well, that was prior to he was with me.” Heidi replied.

It took a few days, but eventually, I managed to make peace between
them.

” Heidi, all this cold shoulder treatment isn’t doing any excellent. We should
show Ahmed that we enjoy him, otherwise how will he understand?”

” He desires to leave us, Kalik. With me eight months pregnant. I feel
betrayed.”

” Do you enjoy Ahmed, Heidi?”

” You know I do. Almost like I like you, Kalik.”

The “nearly” was a kind present.

” If you enjoy him, you must forgive him. Do not let him go like this,
Heidi. Please, make peace with Ahmed.”

Heidi slept with Ahmed that night for the first time in a week, to my
relief. It’s strange to say, because I love Heidi extremely much. And I.
certainly enjoy sharing her bed, and making love if she’s not too.
pregnant. But I likewise like my personal time alone. I can sit up late.
with my computer system, writing my short stories and talking with people.
across the world about approach, psychology, and other things that.
neither Ahmed nor Heidi are extremely thinking about. Besides, when Heidi’s.
upset, she can be a pain. Even if it’s Ahmed she’s upset at.

But primarily I was relieved that the stress in our house was released;.
it resembled a problem raised from my shoulders. Again, I was.
shocked to notice how little it bothered me to share my cherished with.
my brother. That’s how accustomed I was to the scenario now.

It was just 2 days before Ahmed was going to fly out, so Heidi spent.
the next night with him too.

I couldn’t withstand, I needed to know exactly what they would provide for their final.
evening together; For the very first time in months, I sneaked back to the.
hole in the kitchen wall.

They were talking together, mostly. Quietly and seriously, lying in.
each other’s arms. It was touching to see them that method; there was.
such an authentic love between them. I regreted that it needed to.
end.

” Promise me you’ll spend a long time getting to know this lady before.
you leap in over your head.” Said Heidi. “I do not agree with it, but.
I comprehend the idea; get married initially, fall in love later. However at.
least make certain that you like her, Ahmed.”.

” Of course, Heidi. Don’t stress, I’m not that dumb. However in a manner,.
isn’t it the way we pertained to love each other? You concerned my bed just.
to comfort me, you told me as much at the time. It was terrific and.
generous of you, however you didn’t like me. And then, as time went on,.
that changed.”.

Some minutes later on, Ahmed was still speaking about something to do with.
the village in Turkey, when Heidi mixed down and popped his cock.
into her mouth.

” You don’t have to do that, Heidi.” Said Ahmed.

” I want to, Ahmed.” Heidi responded.

” Please, Heidi. You’ll only make it more hard for me.”.

” I can’t send you off to Turkey to satisfy this nineteen-year-old lady.
with full balls, Ahmed. I want to taste your spunk one last time.
You would not reject me that, would you?”.

There disappeared resistance from Ahmed, as Heidi offered him a blow task.
that must have lasted 15 or 20 minutes. Each time he was approaching.
the edge, she ‘d pick up a while, and just kiss him while he rubbed.
her swollen stomach. Then she would resume. Lastly, he asked her to.
let him come. He wept with the power of it, and my female swallowed.
it down.

Ahmed phoned every week approximately.

Heidi and I were lying in bed, just snuggling and talking, when Ahmed.
telephoned the 2nd time.

” Hello? Ahmed! It’s so excellent to hear your voice. How are you? Yes,.
we’re both fine. Kalik is in the other room, on the computer.” Heidi.
gave me a wink, and dabbled my cock as she continued to speak to my.
brother. “Have you slept with her yet? Ahmed, I truly think you.
should sleep with her prior to you marry her. She’s a widow, it’s not.
like she’s a virgin or something.

” Yes. Yes. Naked. No, I’m not wearing a thing. I miss you too,.
Ahmed. I want I had your cock in my hand today.

” Yes. Well, I ‘d squeeze it and stroke it. I ‘d hold your balls, and.
then lick it.”.

And as she described her actions to Ahmed, she performed them on me.

” Yes. You would?” Heidi laughed, “You wicked man, Ahmed.”.

Heidi walked around, and decreased her snatch over my face.

” We’re in a 69 now, Ahmed. I’m sucking your cock, and you’re licking.
my clit. It feels fantastic, you know how I like your tongue.” Heidi.
listened to what ever Ahmed was saying, while she bobbed her head up.
and down over my penis, licking and sucking on me in the most.
fantastic method.

” Can you hear this, Ahmed?” She made slurping noises by decreasing on.
me again. “That’s my mouth on your dick, baby. And you’re still.
licking my clit, and it feels so excellent. Yes. All right, I’m turning.
around now, and I’m preparing to put your dick inside of me.
You’re simply unwinded, lying on your back on the bed, smiling at me.
Now I’m lowering myself, and your dick is simply touching my private.
parts. It feels so nice, Ahmed; I just love the feel of you against.
me.”.

I couldn’t help however smile at Heidi’s thrilled face, as she reduced her.
swollen body down over my dick.

” I’m reducing myself on to you now, Ahmed. It’s wonderful to feel.
your cock in me once again. I’m rubbing your balls. Does it make you.
wild, Ahmed?”.

It was making me wild. Heidi had been offering me blow jobs, however we.
had not materialized love for a number of months. She said I was too.
conservative, which there was no problem with her having sex at.
this late phase of her pregnancy. I ‘d almost been encouraged anyhow,.
so I just relaxed and let Heidi have her enjoyable.

” I’m rocking back and forth now Ahmed. Your hard cock is so good.
inside me; when I rub my clitoris against you, it makes me feel like.
I’m going to come. Your hands on my breasts are warm and caring.”.

Taking the hint, I began to fondle Heidi’s swollen breasts. She was
rocking back and forth on top of me faster and faster.

“Yes Ahmed, yes. I’m going to come, Ahmed. Will you come with me?
Yes. Really? You are? Really? Oh, Ahmed!”

She really was having an orgasm; she was watching me with her big blue
eyes, and listening to my brother on the telephone. It was very
strange.

“That was really something. I’ve never done that before,” Heidi said
into the phone, “I have to go and pee now. I’ll call you back in 10
minutes, all right?”

She put the phone down, and was all mine. We rolled over so I was on
top, and I did what I needed to do to bring myself off. It was good; I
was happy to resume loving her properly. I do love it when Heidi
sucks my cock, but it’s somehow lonely. I like to hold her and kiss
her, and I like our genitals to be joined. And Heidi definitely likes
it too.

She came with me, and it was wonderful.

“I suppose that was about the closest I’ll ever get to getting the
both of you in bed with me at one time.” She said when we were
through, before phoning back Ahmed to speak of more mundane things.

The baby came, an incredible beautiful girl that we named Jasmine
after Ahmed’s dead wife. She has Heidi’s blue eyes, and the black
hair from my family.

Ahmed was away for two months, and one day when I came home from work,
Heidi was in a state of high excitement;

“Ahmed’s coming, Kalik! He’s coming tomorrow!”

She threw her arms around me, she was nearly crying with joy.

“He’s coming back to us, Kalik! I don’t know if he’ll stay, but he’s
coming back.”

“What about Salima?” They had married several weeks before.

“She’s coming as well. Ahmed is bringing her to Germany.”

It was unclear at that time whether Ahmed intended to stay with us
indefinitely, or only while he found himself and his new bride their
own home.

She was smaller than I had thought she’d be. And very slim, too.
Salima didn’t look as though she had quite finished growing yet. She
had large very clear eyes, and thick black hair that hung in waves
down to the level of her small breasts. I greeted her with a kiss on
each cheek, holding her by the forearms, while Heidi threw herself
into Ahmed arms. I was surprised to see him take her into a close
embrace, kissing her in the way that brothers did not kiss sisters.
Surprised since his new wife was present.

“Salima!” Ahmed said, regarding us, “What are you doing? This is
Kalik! Greet him properly.”

They young girl was blushing beet red, and wouldn’t meet my eyes. But
she took that small step forward, bringing her body into contact with
mine. Her slim arms encircled me; I hugged her to myself.

“Welcome, Salima.” I told her, “Welcome to our home.”

“Sister.” Salima said to Heidi, before embracing her.

Ahmed had taught his wife only a few words of German [“sister”, for
instance], so I spoke with her in my rusty Turkish while Ahmed was
speaking to Heidi.

She had a sweet voice, and it was pleasant for me to hear the
undiluted language of my parents. The Turkish workers here in Berlin
are a rough lot.

Of course, she and Ahmed were in love with baby Jasmine immediately.

And when it was time for bed; yes, that’s right. Ahmed went with
Heidi, and Jasmine was expected to sleep with me.

“I’ve told her, brother. We share everything. I told her that’s how
it’s done here in Europe. We’ll have to tell her that that’s only how
we do it in Europe; but for now, that’s what I told her. I told her
if she wants to be my wife, then she must be the wife of Kalik also.
And I told her that I love her; but that I also love Heidi. I don’t
know if this is going to work, Kalik; but if it does, life will be
very good!” And he gave me a hug that nearly broke my ribs. “Do your
best, little brother. If you can make her happy, perhaps we can have
everything.”

It was very awkward at first. Jasmine seemed to be waiting for
instructions. I had never played the macho man, but I decided to give
it a try.

I took her in my arms, and kissed my brothers wife for the first time
in a romantic way. She was so sweet and small, and I had never been
with someone so young. I was a virgin when I met Heidi, and had never
been with anyone else.

She responded with surprising passion, and we stood in my bedroom
together for quite some time, exploring each other.

“Undress for me, Salima.” I instructed her, with a confidence I did
not feel.

She looked away, embarrassed. But she did as I told her, slowly
removing garment after garment, until she was dressed only in her
white underwear. She turned to face me, covering her small breasts
modestly, blushing to her toes. She was beautiful; her skin was a
slightly creamy off-white, and her complexion was wonderfully smooth.
She had a fantastically slim waist, and a tight little round ass.

She stood still, as still as a statue, as I walked around her,
caressing her body with my hands, brushing her shoulders with my lips.
I removed her hands from her breasts. Placing my own hands on the
wonderful smooth skin of her back, I pulled her to myself, kissing her
again.

She was hesitant and unsure; yet she was clearly excited.

I sat her on the bed, and I sat next to her, still clothed. She was
so beautiful, and yet so different from the woman I loved. Could I
love Salima as well? Would I come to love her even as I’d come to love
Heidi? If Heidi could love two men, then perhaps I [and Ahmed] could
love two women.

I admired her profile, and held her hand for a moment before speaking;

“Are you afraid, Salima?”

“A little bit.” She answered, quietly.

“So am I.” I said.

” Really?” She asked, searching for at me.

” Yes, obviously.” I addressed her. “I’ve never ever satisfied you up until this
afternoon. We barely understand each other, but it’s crucial that we
should get along; you’re my brother’s brand-new spouse. Ahmed and Heidi have
missed out on each other awfully, and I can understand their have to be
alone together. So here we are, you and I. I wish to make love with
you, however it’s no little thing.

” What do you feel, Salima? You are undressed, sitting on your
brother-in-law’s bed. We have actually currently touched each other as fans,
and I feel that you desire me. Am I right, Salima?”

” Yes, Kalik.” She said silently.

” Look in my eyes, Salima. Search in my eyes and inform me.”

Her big clear brown eyes relied on me; their charm and innocence
struck me. Yes, I thought. I could like this young female.

” Yes, Kalik. I want you to share me with Ahmed, simply like you share
Heidi. I wish to be contemporary, I wish to live happily here in Europe
with you and Ahmed and Heidi.”

” Do you discover me attractive, Salima?”

” Yes, Kalik. You are like Ahmed, just younger.”

As we spoke, the area between our faces kept getting smaller sized; she was
almost speaking into my mouth. We kissed once again, but it was various
now. There was a present passing between our bodies. I ‘d forgotten
how fired up it was possible to be.

Salima’s little hand was stroking my penis through my trousers, and the
feel of her fantastic little body in my arms was driving me insane. I.
removed my clothing, and Salima watched with anticipation as my.
rockhard penis bounced into view.

I kissed her and rubbed her, with my hands and with my penis. I told.
her honestly that she was lovely.

I kissed her throat, and after that moved down, kissing her breasts, teasing.
her nipples. I kissed her belly, and her thighs. She lifted her ass.
while I took down her panties. She had no pubic hair. She spread out.
her thin legs apart for me, and I kissed her there.

” How is it, Salima, that you’re so smooth here?” I asked her, running.
my fingers gently over her fantastic smooth crotch.

” Ahmed did it, Kalik. Ahmed said you would like it.” She responded to,.
unsuccessfully attempting to combat her shame.

” It’s extremely great, Salima.” I addressed her, and spoke say goodbye to her.
for a time, since my tongue was too hectic making music versus her.
clitoris.

The young Turkish lady from the town with the shaved pubic location.
came; I took excellent pleasure because, and I continued until she came.
once again.

” Kalik, please, do it to me the other method now. I wish to feel you.
inside of me, Kalik.” She said to me.

I was amazed at the forwardness of the girl. However then again, she.
had actually been wed when prior to; at only nineteen years old she had actually had.
at least another partner than I had had.

She was so young and fresh, her skin so smooth and tight. And she was.
as smooth and tight inside as she was outdoors. My young.
sister-in-law’s vagina muscles gripped my dick in the most fantastic.
way; her young arms around me held our bodies close as I did my best.
to bring her to another climax.

” Give me your seed, Kalik.” Salima whispered in my ear, “I want to.
feel your hot seed in my body. yes! Oh yes, Kalik. I’ve wanted that.
for so long!”.

I didn’t quite comprehend exactly what she indicated, and I wasn’t in a state to.
ask her simply then. But I did ask her later, as our passion cooled,.
and before we slept.

” What did you suggest, Salima? When you said you “desired it for so.
long”? We only met today.”.

” Ahmed is the most wonderful man I’ve ever satisfied.” She began, “And he.
spoke with me of you from the start; he informed me of your generous.
heart, and how the two of you share everything. I didn’t understand.
in the beginning, when I did I wasn’t sure about it. But Ahmed convinced.
me it would be all right.

” I feel like I’ve known you for nearly as long as I’ve known Ahmed.
But that’s not what I suggested. I have not felt that feeling; that.
feeling of a man’s seed, since my first hubby passed away.”.

I was more than slightly shocked. “Do you mean to say that Ahmed has
never lain with you?”

Strangely, that made her blush; the girl was naked in my arms. “Oh
yes, of course he has. But he never… he never let me have his seed,
not inside. He said you must have the first chance.”

“First chance?” I didn’t quite get it yet.

“To make me pregnant. Ahmed said that when I am with child, we will
not know which brother is the father. He said our child will have two
fathers, and two mothers.”

And so it is.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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