Subject: REPOST: Leisel (Mg, cons, rom) complete
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Leisel (Mg, cons, rom)
By Simple Man
Leisel (Mann-Mädchen, Zustimmung, Roman)
Durch den Einfachen Mann
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[Sorgen Sie sich nicht, diese Geschichte wird auf Deutsch nicht
geschrieben, aber es findet im Nachkriegsdeutschland mit der Ankunft des
ersten US-Botschafters statt, um eine Botschaft in Berlin zu gründen.
Wenn es notwendiger deutscher Dialog ist, wird verwendet, und seine
Bedeutung verständlich gemacht. -SM]
Leisel
East Berlin 1946
The ravages of war were everywhere, the absence of people noticeable and
as I drove by in my jeep a little girl rushed from the rubble of a
nearby building to the edge of the street. She stood only a second or
two and then collapsed. When I picked up her limp body she was just
skin and bones. I was closer to the Embassy than anyplace else so I
took her there. Construction workers were restoring the building and
workmen were inside remodeling. In my temporary barracks I heated a can
of Campbell's Tomato soup and spoon fed the little girl well into the
night.
By evening the next day she could eat some solids so I fed her some
cheese and German salami with a thick slice of German rye bread and
watched her tummy fill. I gave her the last of the milk I had in my
ice-box and brushed her long golden hair out of her face as she ate. It
was hard to tell but she looked like she was maybe eight or nine years
old and quite pretty. She belched like a trooper and looked a little
green like maybe she was going to vomit, but she recovered and finished
what must have been a feast to her. As she downed the cup of milk her
white mustache was all that remained and she looked as cute as she could
be. I wiped her mouth with a towel and she giggled.
Vielen Dank für das Essen. Werden Sie auf mich jetzt aufpassen?
She thanked me for the food and wanted to know if I would be taking care
of her from now on. I had to admit to myself that I had not thought
that far ahead, she was starving and I just did what I had to do. I
must have looked puzzled because she said.
Meine Eltern starben im Krieg, und ich habe niemanden, um damit zu
leben.
I was not prepared for her telling me her parents died in the war and
that she had no one to take care of her, my heart went out to her.
Ja, dann werde ich auf Sie die kleine Prinzessin aufpassen. I told her,
yes, I would take care of her and called her Little Princess.
She jumped up from the footlocker she was sitting on and almost jumped
into my arms, her head now resting on my shoulder. I was sitting on the
springs of my bunk-bed and her added weight was not all that comfortable
on my butt, but I did not complain, I had a little girl in my arms and
it was nice, though she smelled less like a child and more like the
carnage she had come from.
The workmen had built a GI shower which they used as well as I did. The
water was heavy with chlorine and stored overhead in 55 gallon drums
attached to some piping that led to a shower head with a pull valve.
They filled the drums every morning and let the sun warm the water
before it was needed. I knew the water would be still warm after the
workmen had cleaned up and left. I carried the little girl out into the
night to the shower area.
Ich bin dabei, Sie zu entkleiden und dann nach wunden Stellen oder
Kürzungen zu suchen, dann Ihnen eine Dusche geben. Seine Sorte ähnlich
ein stehendes Bad.
I don't think she understood fully; I told her that I was going to
undress her and look for any cuts or sores that would sting when I gave
her a shower. Of course to do that I had to get undressed too. She did
not mind me pulling off her dingy dress even if that was the only thing
she was wearing, but she looked amazed when I undressed and made the
comparison of what was between my legs and what was between hers. I
chuckled at her new understanding and pulled the shower head chain
flooding us both in warm water. Then using a bar of soap I washed her
complete body including her hair. Once more I pulled the chain and
flooded us both with water to rinse off the soap and she sputtered with
indignity as she had a right to.
Picking her wet body up, I carried her back to my barracks and dressed
her in a clean T-shirt which covered about as much as her dress did;
only this time I was very aware that this was all she wore. She looked
very cute in my olive drab T-shirt to say the least, and clean she was a
little bit breathtaking to look at. I put her to bed after I made my
bunk and tucked her in. Die gute süße Nachtprinzessin. I whispered.
Watching her, she fell asleep within minutes. I sat down on the
footlocker and lit a cigarette and took a good long pull from the bottle
of Jack Daniels I kept hidden. They had poured a cement pad for my
barracks and I had no place else to sleep. Another long pull from the
bottle and I replaced the cap, put the bottle away and laid down on the
concrete floor. I may be a Master Sergeant in this man's Army but I
have slept under worse conditions than this.
Maybe an hour passed before I was poked in the ribs.
Nicht tun Sie nicht, Sie schlafen mit mir.
She was inviting me into bed with her, and already stiff and sore I
crawled into my bunk with her in only my shorts, her in front of me and
as I settled down she worked herself back against me cuddling. Her warm
body felt good against me and I fell asleep.
When my eyes opened in the morning and became aware, I was faced with
the staring crystal blue eyes of Leisel propped up on one elbow. My
hand was on her naked butt cupping one cheek and it was plain she didn't
mind this.
Guten Morgen. she offered with a big smile.
I said good morning to her and carefully removed my hand from her supple
and very soft butt. I thought about the last time I was with a woman in
bed only to discover that this tiny frail child has brought back some of
the same feelings. It was animal instinct I was sure, I was male and
she was definitely female. Her little blue eyes came closer and an
instant later little lips met mine. First there was one kiss only to be
followed by a dozen more in rapid succession. She finally leaned back
and smiled while lifting her olive drab T-shirt over her head letting it
come to rest on the pillow.
Sie haben mich die ganze Nacht in Ihrem Schlaf berührt. Jetzt will ich,
dass Sie es wieder tun, jetzt wo Sie wach sind.
I did not realize that I had been fondling her all night in my sleep,
but here she was wanting me to do it again now that I was awake.
Picking up my hands, she placed them on her chest, covering tiny nipples
that became rigid with my touch. She smelled like fresh soap and
unmistakable girl aroma and her skin was soft and incredibly smooth. I
did as she asked and felt her childish body all over. Her breathing
quickened and without any difficulty she pulled the blanket down and
swung her leg over me, sitting now on my chest. Her soft and engorged
pussy an inch from my mouth, and the scent of her arousal filled me with
animal urge. Grabbing her butt I pulled her forward until my mouth made
contact and then licked up her swollen labia tasting what no other man
had ever tasted before. The sweet musky syrup of her vaginal
lubricating fluids.
Leisel groaned with pleasure she had never felt before, her golden
blonde hair swirled in a flurry as her head jerked from one side to the
other and she experienced one new sensation after another in the throws
of her first orgasm. The thick creamy spendings of her climax flooded
into my mouth like a torrential rain.
Oh Gott, der nett war. she groaned.
Yes, it was nice for me too.
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Teaching Leisel English was not a too difficult task, she picked up on
it naturally but her pronunciation often made me laugh combined with
German inflections. Yet she was good natured about it and it was plain
to see that she was in love with me. The work on the Embassy was
completed nearly a month ago and now we had a full staff including cooks
and gardeners. Leisel and I had a new, almost apartment and of course
Leisel became the little darling of the Embassy. The Ambassador
arranged for my adoption of Leisel and it was a big moment for both of
us. That night we celebrated our mutual love for each other.
Digging out that olive drab T-shirt when she had other nice clothes to
wear meant only one thing to me and she knew it better than I did. With
more meat on her bones now she was a sexual eye-fest complete with legs
and thighs that were shapely and sensuous. I didn't stand a chance.
She loved to have me look at her, the desire in my eyes feeding her own
desire to be loved. It could have been different, but it wasn't between
us, we had become lovers in spite of everything else. It began with her
attempt to hold on to me for security if nothing else, and in time it
graduated into a desire to please me, and all she had was her body to do
this, or so she thought. None-the-less, her childlike body, her
willingness and her capacity for love brought us closer to what she
needed, affection.
Once again Leisel's lithe and sensual persona came forward as she teased
me with that T-shirt, revealing a little and then hiding it from my
view. She had long ago discovered that my erection meant she was
getting what she wanted. I loved this playfulness in her and she knew
this as well as I did. It was not an issue of age, I was her playmate
and the game was what she needed. It was what I needed as well. She
was better than a wife, her innocent love pure and honest and she seemed
to understand that her youth gave me life. Her kisses were now
passionate and hungry, her vagina wet with anticipation and her
breathing rapid.
We both knew what we were going to do, she would bleed for me and then
surrender to my entry. I would take her as gently as I could, ever
mindful that she was just a child half my size. There would be kissing
and tongue dances and then her rise to accept my manhood, deep
concentration, the lowering, the pain and the blood mixed with vaginal
lubricants as the staff of life entered her. Lower and lower, taking
all of the phallus inside her. Her back would be arched as I pinched
her turgid nipples and then the motion would begin. No longer a little
girl, the primal knowledge of mating running its full course. Stretched
to an impossible width she would envelope the intrusion into her and be
filled only to be emptied again, the cycle wearing on until its
conclusion.
Leisel collapsed, spent and in her afterglow. Empty now she could feel
her lover sucking on her nipples, squeezing her butt cheeks, simply
enjoying what she had to offer him. And then sleep, oh glorious sleep.
-END-
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