Part 1: Her 18th Birthday

DEAR READER! Since this is a novel, I ask for your understanding that not every chapter is packed with sex scenes.

Characters and plot need to be developed, this takes some time... It is about people with deviant sexual desires,

with whom they get along more or less well. They help each other to cope with it, if necessary.

There will be just about all deviations! The main character is Lea, a beautiful lesbian professional dancer,

who has to give up dancing for health reasons and wants to start a new career as a model on the Internet.

A film professional helps her with this, and like Lea, he has a very special sexual deviation: scat!

Every now and then there are scenes in this regard, if it gets too much for you, please click away!

Part 1: Helga, Lea's future mother, as a teenager on the farm.

Will she be able to seduce the handsome farmhand?

And how is she supposed to hide this from her strict parents?

No scat here, enjoy!

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The sun wakes me up, I rub my eyes, yawn, and squint into the world.

It seems to be a beautiful summer day again.

Yes, of course, it will be just wonderful,

today is my 18th birthday.

And it's the summer holidays, no school anymore,

it doesn't get any better than that.

I go to wash, get dressed and run to the kitchen.

"Hello, good morning darling, up so early?

I would have let you sleep a little longer."

I kiss Mom, "What's for breakfast, I'm so hungry."

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

"Then I want pancakes, please, with strawberry jam."

Dad comes in the door. "That's what I thought, little sweet tooth.

Helga, my darling, happy birthday, come here."

I run to him, and we cuddle. "Today we take you to the city,

to buy some fancy clothes. I would have given you some new breeches,

but Mom said, that since you are a young lady now,

you need a new wardrobe, expensive girl!"

"Don't take it seriously, you know Dad.

I thought you were picking your own pick.

When I choose something for you, I always hear only complaints."

"But Mom, it's normal that I like something different from you.

It's probably that 'generational conflict' you always hear about."

"There will be some more conflicts, very shortly,

If you continue to talk so precocious.

Now fetch the milk can out of the cellar, so we can eat."

When we get back from shopping, I'm overjoyed.

I'm coming home with a lot of booty: new underwear, swimsuit,

shorts, two skirts, two dresses, four tops.

But there was a little stress too.

The things I actually wanted the most didn't make it through the censorship.

Too short, too tight, too everything, at least according to Dad.

If it were up to him, I might as well put on the monastery cowl.

He probably hopes that then the boys won't notice my voluptuous boobs.

But Mom helped me a lot.

Still, not my very first choice, but all good.

Add to that my first sandals with a small heel, they make all the difference.

And I'm pretty tall in them.

All the girls and boys in our village will get big eyes.

Dad still has to work on the field and I help Mom with the cooking.

We always eat very late, around 3 p.m., Mom introduced it to us.

It saves us dinner, and that would be healthy and good for our looks, she says.

I think she's right. Mom herself still has a very neat figure,

and dad doesn't carry around such a pot belly like most men in the village.

Compared to Knut, however,...

We eat, and then Mom says, "For dessert there's your beloved creme cake."

"Super Mom, thank you."

"And I'm happy too.

Those damn things are actually the main reason I married your mother back then."

She pretends to be indignant, he hugs her, they kiss, they laugh.

I hope so much that I will be so lucky later on.

The two have been together for 25 years, and still love each other,

and laugh together every day. It doesn't matter that there isn't a lot of money.

I push my dessert plate away, it was delicious again. Mom now brings a package,

with wrapping paper and a bow. "Is this another present for me?"

"Open it, sweetie, but don't make a clown out of yourself."

Dad and mom smile at each other. I don't understand, tear open the package.

Awesome, a complete make-up set, plus nail polish with remover, pads, epilator,

manicure kit and everything. I throw my arms around their necks and sob with happiness.

"When I was your age, honey, that would have been my greatest wish,

but it wasn't possible. Times weren't easy, day in, day out, I was out in the field,

and your grandparents didn't have money for extras anyway.

I could only ever look at the beautiful women in the magazines,

which were at the hairdresser's, or which your grandma sometimes borrowed.

Back then, I wanted so much to look as beautiful as one of these women.

Even if it had only been for a day!"

"You got me, after all, without any masquerade," Dad says.

"Yes, honey, but would I have gotten You without the cream cakes as well?" They cuddle again.

Dad says "Have fun with it, sweetheart. And as Mom said, don't overdo it.

I think you're beautiful just the way you are.

But I'm afraid I have to believe Mom when she says that's not enough.

You girls are crazy."

Dad goes out to see after the animals,

I help mom do the dishes and then I go to my room.

There I spread out all the spoils of the day on the bed.

Then I get my collection of make-up tips, torn out from my girl magazines.

I'm thinking about the best make-up and clothing.

After all, it's important to motivate the person who is going to give me

my best birthday present. But he doesn't know yet...

I take advantage of the wonderful weather of the next few days to lie lazily

in the sun for hours. We have a comfortable camping lounger,

which I always drag to where Knut inevitably has to come by more often.

I know his work plan.

Of course, I'm also wearing my new swimsuit and my new sandals.

In the meantime I've learned quite well how to paint my fingernails and toenails.

I have a soda with me and my new girl magazine.

I have very dark sunglasses on, so that he cannot see

that I'm not looking at my magazine at all, but staring at his suntanned,

muscular body. If it is not in the picture at the moment, I think about how,

where and when I could grab him.

In between, I work where I am needed. Harvesting vegetables,

helping mom in the kitchen, sometimes dad, unloading hay,

taking care of the animals or even repair work.

Of course, I wear my work clothes for all this. When I have a break again,

I turn back into the 'Knut-please-do-me' bitch.

And yes, of course he looks at me whenever he has to get close enough.

But I still have no idea how we are supposed to get closer.

But, as they say, good things come to those who wait.

Mom's shadow darkens my face." Honey, Aunt Gertrud called, she's sick.

The doctor said she had caught the flu, which can also happen in the summer.

She has fever, and of course she shouldn't strain herself.

And Uncle Herbert is in rehab after his heart attack.

We have to go there to help Your aunt.

I know it's the holidays, but you need to make sure

everything is okay here with us.

And you must help Knut as best you can."

I'm on the verge of freaking out. Oh yes, I'll help Knut very well.

I'm going to help him get rid of his excess testosterone.

The guy has been driving me crazy for a long time,

this is the opportunity I've been looking for, now I'll grab him!

"Of course, Mom, I'm happy to do that. How long are you staying?"

"Maybe three or four days, but if it takes longer,

I'll stay with her and Dad will come back alone."

Four days? My pussy gets wet!

"Mom, please, we'll get this done.

There is not much going on at the moment anyway,

take care of her, and the farm. That's what family is for."

"You're such a good girl, I'm proud of you.

I see we have brought you up in the right spirit."

My spirit is okay. But my body needs a little attention.

But I'll get that soon, that's for sure.

They buzz off to Aunt Gertrude's, now it's time to keep calm

and don't rush into anything.

I don't want to scare him off. On the first day I wear my work clothes

and help Knut in the stable.

After he realizes that I could manage on my own,

he goes out to work in the fields.

I finish mucking out the cowshed, bring fresh feed

and then go over to the pigsty and continue there.

At lunchtime, I warm up Mom's goulash for both of us.

This always tastes incredibly good, and there is fresh bread to go with it.

Promtly at three o'clock he is standing in front of the house,

where mom uses to hand him his meal.

He only wears his wooden slippers and his scuffed short jeans.

"Knut, come in, you're eating with me today."

"Young lady, I don't normally eat in the house," he murmurs.

"Today is not a normal day either.

I don't like to eat alone, so let's go." He dutifully comes in,

goes to the bathroom, and washes his hands.

Somehow I enjoy telling this giant baby what to do.

I put on the food, and take my time. I'm friendly, that's all.

But I give him a chance to see enough of me. I see enough of him.

As far as I'm concerned, I didn't overdo it.

I'm wearing a simple apron and wooden slippers.

And he..., I have to swallow my saliva several times,

and that's not because of the delicious smell of Mom's goulash.

It's nice that there's something to see, because we don't talk.

With his short answers he stifles my timid attempts to start a conversation.

"... yes... no.. aha.. really.." is all I get to hear.

We had our last little "romantic" meeting some years ago.

I confessed to him at the time that I liked him, and he threatened to move out

if I ever spoke to him like that again.

Apparently, there was once an incident on another farm.

Since then, I have only looked at him from a distance.

So I'll give him time now to get used to me.

But time is running out. Tomorrow, he'll be mine.

The alarm clock rings, it's six o'clock. I slept like a rock.

Yesterday, I went to bed with the chickens,

the hard stable work had totally exhausted me.

Another reason for my restful sleep was perhaps that I jerked myself off properly

before falling asleep at the thought of our lunch together.

What evil am I! I sit the guy not a meter away from me half-naked at our table.

Twice, my napkin 'fell down' to the floor.

Of course, I had to bend down to pick it up.

And then, of course, I had to see his magnificent thighs and his muscular calves.

And also his feet, which are also very pretty.

But I couldn't see anything clearly of his penis. That's why my napkin fell down again.

Now I concentrated on his penis, but still didn't notice anything in particular.

Well, that will surely change today.

Mom called in the evening, there is still a lot to do.

Dad toils away in the field, Mom takes care of the cattle and pickles the pickles,

they had to be harvested, otherwise they would have grown too big.

We are supposed to do the same on our farm today.

Knut is supposed to take off the pickles and wash them,

I am supposed to prepare the jars and the brine.

Do I remember from last time how it all works with the pickles?

Yes, of course, it's not rocket science.

But my bad thoughts revolved around a very specific pickle.

And this one certainly won't be put into a glass, giggle!

Ok, so today is the crucial day!

I get up at six because I need time to prepare for his seduction.

Everything has to be perfect.

This 190 centimeter tall wallflower will unfold its full potential today,

and I already know where.

I sit down at the window, Mom's make-up mirror in front of me,

and also my new make-up set.

Also in front of me is the make-up tip from my magazine, which I have chosen.

It's supposed to be a really summery look,

with cheerful and sunny colors, really to bite into.

After about ten minutes of putting on make-up,

I notice that something is wrong.

I compare my reflection in the mirror

with the picture of the beautiful girl in the magazine.

She even looks like me, with her blond pageboy hairstyle, her big dark eyes,

and luscious brown eyebrows, which I certainly won't pluck.

We even have almost the same narrow nose, only my mouth is a little wider.

But even though I've read so much about how to put on makeup correctly,

it's apparently more difficult than I thought.

However, my attempts to correct my look only make things worse.

Annoyed, I break off and look in the mirror one last time.

Damn, I look like 'The Bride of Frankenstein'.

Bad attempt, I have to get rid of all that shit, and start all over again.

Finally, after another hour, I almost look like the girl in the magazine.

Now a little perfume, which I also received as a gift.

After I had experimented with Mom in the past, I now know that I have to be frugal here.

Once I had spilled so much of that stuff on me that Dad had laughed himself half to death.

"I'll take you to the pigsty now, and it will be much easier for me to muck out there.

I don't smell any of the shit anymore."

Now to put my clothes on. My new sandals. My toenails are already painted, red.

Nothing can go wrong. My new blue skirt.

I simply corrected the length a little by lifting the hem with pins.

Now it doesn't fall so perfectly anymore,

but his gaze shall not fall on my skirt, but on my legs.

Panties? Nope, why complicate everything unnecessarily.

My new white top, where a bit of my little belly remains visible.

Mom helped me a lot to get Dad's approval. He got a few extra kisses from her,

right in the shop.

Bra is not necessary, it would be bad at my age!

I look in the big mirror on the box door,

I've never dressed up so much before in my life.

And I look great, not a single girl in the village comes close to me.

Man, I can't wait any longer, how much is he going to like my looks?

I can't get any more beautiful.

I'm looking exactly like a good farmer's daughter,

who is about to pickle pickles, giggle!

I take the booklet I picked up the other day in town and go to the utility room,

where the sterilized jars are already waiting for their new contents.

I prepare the brine, according to Mom's recipe. As soon as I'm done,

I hear Knut waddling down the steps with the first basket of cucumbers.

There is no other way, you can only carry the large 40 kilo baskets

over the stairs between your knees, hence the waddling.

I wait behind the staircase, so he can't see me.

He pours the small cucumbers onto the large stainless steel work surface

and takes a deep breath.

When he turns around to get the next load, he sees me.

I'm leaning against the basement wall, one leg pulled gracefully to the other.

I smile sweetly at him and stick my chest out.

My skirt only covers a third of my thighs,

and my small pretty toes play a little in my sandals.

He drops the empty basket, and his jaw actually drops too.

His eyes come out like a hand-choked vineyard snail. Bingo!

His mind is weak, but his body is willing. I can finally see that now!

He babbles something, I don't care, I walk up to him

and take his pretty face in both hands.

I pull him down to me and kiss him tenderly on the lips.

He looks at me so sweetly for a moment, and then pushes me away.

"NOOOOO!"

"WHAAAT!!"

"I WANT, but I can't", he howls. "What's the matter, why can't you?"

"At the farm where I was before, there was also a daughter. She liked me too.

She said she was eighteen. But she was much younger! I didn't know, I didn't know..."

He actually starts crying. I hug him, caress him.

"My darling, my dear darling, you can't help it,

there are so many young sluts these days."

He's crying in my arms. Somehow I imagined it all quite differently.

But let's see, I did assume some incident in his past, and apparently, I was right.

"They wanted to lock me up at the time. Her mother helped me.

It hadn't been the first time.

Her daughter had already seduced other men.

I had to get away from there quickly, as far away as possible."

"Just take it easy, you're safe with me."

I continue to stroke him, brushing through his blond hair. He calms down quickly.

My knees are getting weak though, he smells so good, I didn't expect that.

I thought I'd have to scrub him off in the shower first,

which of course would have been kind of nice too.

"It was my birthday a few days ago, did you notice?"

"Yes, your mother brought me one of her cream cakes for dessert,

it was so good.

And she sent me greetings from you."

"And do you know how old I've become?"

"No, but I don't believe anything anymore anyway."

"I can understand that, you've been badly treated.

But if you want, I can show you my passport. I turned eighteen."

"That's nice, I wish you all the best, young lady."

He has stopped sobbing now and looks me in the eye with sincere sympathy.

God, he's cute, so close. I'm blown away.

"You really don't need to be afraid of me.

And you've known for years that I like you."

"Yes, you were so sweet, but still a child."

"That's right.

But surely you've noticed that a lot has changed since then?"

"Yes, I see it."

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

"Why, you are always beautiful."

"Ok, no more flattery. I'm sorry you almost went to prison at that time.

But it was all this little bitch's fault. You're a good person, I know that.

And good people should be rewarded." I give him a big wet kiss.

"When I was in town the other day with my parents, we also passed the town hall.

There, at the information desk, I was given an interesting booklet:

'Love and sex, what you should know'."

I get the little brochure and open it to my dog-ear.

When I go back to him, I see him looking at my legs.

That's how it should be, I smile at him, he grins back.

With the red-painted nail of my right index finger,

I mark the first word of the all-important sentence.

"Now read for yourself the current legal situation in our country,

and read it out loud."

He reads aloud: "Cons... consensu... sex with per... person... ".

I end the debacle, take his beautiful face in my hands again,

and kiss him gently. Now something is clearly coming back.

"Honey, reading is probably not your greatest strength,

but that doesn't matter.

I'll read it for you, will you trust me?"

"Yes, yes, I do. You are so beautiful."

"That doesn't mean you have to trust me yet, but still, thank you."

I read: "Consensual sex with a person over the age of eighteen

is not punishable, if the other person has also reached the age of eighteen."

"Consensual, what does that mean?"

"That means you are allowed to shag me, you idiot."

"Really?"

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

I don't need romance now, I want it, I want him,

and I want him now, right now!

My God, he's so tall, and so beautiful.

I make it a little easier for him by turning around and bending down,

legs straight. I lift the skirt...

He falls to his knees, spreads my asscheeks,

and sticks his tongue up my butt!

With his left hand he grabs my belly

and presses my butt even tighter to him,

his right hand is on my pussy.

He has his rough cat tongue in my little hole,

that's so beautiful, what is he doing there,

it goes deep and deeper.

His fingers dance around my clit,

are not even inside me yet, but it already feels like heaven to me.