Part 1: Her 18th Birthday - Sex Stories

Part 1: Her 18th Birthday

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

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

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

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

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

"Then I want pancake, please, with strawberry ...

... jam."

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

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

"But Mom, it's normal that I like something different from you. It's probably the 'generational gap' you always hear about."

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

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

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

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