Handmaiden ch-1
Times were getting rough for my daughter and me. The whole country was in a huge depression and layoffs were common. I had received my two-week notice a month or so ago and now we were depending upon unemployment to pay our rent and feed us. I had thought that I was relatively safe in my job because my uncle Laban was a member of senior management. When I had been exiled by my family, Uncle Laban had saved me from destitution by getting me this job, but now, I was out of work.
There was more than just the family ties between my uncle and me - we were both family exiles. Uncle Laban had fallen in love with a desert woman and married her. This was a capital sin in our Jewish family so he and his desert wife were exiled to the United States.
I, on the other hand, had fallen madly in love with a good, up-standing Jewish boy by the name of David. That, in itself was worthy of a story.
The first lesson in sex that I had was the result of an accident. I was sick and my mother allowed me to stay home from school. Sometime around mid-afternoon, I got thirsty so I rolled out of bed and headed for the kitchen for a drink of water. As I approached the door to our living room, I heard my mother's voice. It was her Mah Jong day and her friends were all gathered around the playing table. Only they weren't playing Mah Jong. They were discussing sex! I heard my mother saying,
"We do it from behind. I get down on my knees and my man takes me from the rear. And..."
Here mom was interrupted by one of the other women.
"But that's so ....well primitive."
Another woman chimed in and said, "Doing it that way is....well that's just like an animal!"
Mom replied, "Exactly. My man believes that the sex act is an animalistic action and it should be performed in an animalistic manner. Frankly, I like it."
"My God Ursula you can't believe that."
"Oh but I do. When I am on my knees, I cannot see my man, but I can visualize any number of men who I might want to be taking me. Besides, in the peach position, my man's tool repeatedly hits my action spot and orgasms roar through me one right after another!"
"Okay girl, what is this, peach position, you spoke of?"
"You all know that my mother died when I was young and my father hired a desert woman to run the house. You know clean, cook and do the laundry. Well she - her name was/is Huldah- and I became really good friends. It seems that she had worked as a handmaiden in a Sheik's harem and she witnessed a lot of the training that the Sheik's wives had to go through. One thing that really caught my fancy was learning how to, `Present my Peach'.
It is done in this way. The girl kneels upon the floor with her hands raised straight above her head. Then she rolls forward until her hands touch the floor in front of her. She raises her buttocks and arches her back downwards so that her breasts also touch the floor. Her forehead and hands are kept flat on the floor with her feet apart enough to invite her ravager to kneel between them.
Take it from me, that position exposes every bit of your womanly charms and it makes you feel extremely vulnerable. You are open and anticipating what you know is about to happen. Your mind and belly says, `Where is my lingam?' I want it very much."
I was astonished. I had never heard my mother speak so openly about her relations with my father and the thought of the two of them engaged in these kinds of actions befuddled my adolescent mind. But it was not long before I got my second sex lesson.
As I was putting on my pajamas prior to getting into bed, Huldah came into my room, beckoned to me and said, "Be Still! Mama say tonight you watch!" And, with that, she led me down the hall and into the small dressing room that bordered my mother's bedroom. We positioned ourselves just behind the door which was left just slightly ajar. Once more, Huldah shushed me. We hadn't been waiting long when the door to the bedroom opened and my mother came into the room. Without once even glancing in our direction, she lazily disrobed. I had not seen my mother completely naked in several years so it came as something of a surprise when I saw just how shapely her body was.
She placed a soft pad upon the floor and then knelt upon it. I recognized her position as that of, `showing the peach'. As I stared at her nakedness, the door opened and my father entered the room. He, like my mother, was also naked. I gasped when I saw the size of his lingam. It was almost as long as my arm from my hand to my elbow and it was easily as big around as my wrist! I couldn't see how he was going to be able to get that into my mother for she was a slightly-built woman. He knelt behind my mother and began rubbing that giant lingam up and down along the split between mama's legs and the valley between her buttocks. It must have had some effect upon my mother for she began moaning and wriggling her hips and ass.
Then, without any warning that I could detect, papa began pushing his great big lingam into my mother's ass! I gasped as somehow my mother's ass accepted this massive penetration. I nearly cried out, but Huldah held her hand over my mouth as millimeter after millimeter of that huge lingam went deeper and deeper into my mother! After what seemed like a very long time, I could tell that all of my papa's lingam was inside my mother's ass for his crotch was flush against mama's buttocks!
My papa's eyes were closed and his head was lifted towards the ceiling. Mama, on the other hand, was groveling on the floor and moving her ass in wild circles. I thought for sure that mama was in pain, but Huldah - anticipating my reaction to the horrible scene I was witnessing held her hand over my mouth and whispered to me,
"Mama not hurt. She in agony of pleasure!"
I didn't quite understand this but, as I watched, mom turned her head so that she was staring directly to where Huldah and I were watching. I had never seen the kind of look that she had on her face. Her features were drawn into a wicked smile and her tongue swept over her lips constantly. Then I saw that she began breathing heavily and her gyrations became even more pronounced. I heard her tell my papa,
"Fuck me, stallion! Deeper! Harder! Fuck your bitch until she screams!"
Then mama began really pushing her butt back towards papa. She pushed so hard that she almost knocked papa over!
"You mama make come! Papa fill mama belly with his good stuff!
Mama kept on pushing back against papa until suddenly her head reared up and she uttered some kind of animal scream! Papa's neck was straining as he tried valiantly to get his lingam even deeper into mama's ass. Then he, too, uttered a guttural sound and then he collapsed on mama's back. They stayed locked together like this for a very long time. Then my papa slowly pulled his lingam out of mama's ass and left the room. My mother slowly got up and without acknowledging our presence, walked out of the room. Huldah and I went back to my room and I got into bed.
I asked, "Huldah what does that feel like?"
The woman paused and then she got up and left the room. In just a few minutes, she was back and she was carrying a huge bag-like thing that was full of water. There was a hose and some sort of device attached to that bag. Huldah took hold of my arm and unceremoniously drew me across her knees.
As she did this she pushed that device in between the edges of my puckered hole, through my sphincter and deeply into my ass. I cried out for her to stop, but it was to no avail. As I struggled against this unwanted and unpleasant intrusion, she released some of the water from the bag into my very guts.
"That is size of boy's lingam!"
Then she released more water into my guts and announced, "This size of young man's lingam!" And there was still more to come and this time I felt as though my entire belly was full. "Now you know what is size of you papa's lingam!"
She made me stand up and walk about the room all the while braving the pressure of the water in my bowels. I was pleading with her to allow me to empty my bowels, but she refused. Finally, she did. Once the water had flooded out of me, I was reduced to a quivering mass of sobbing girly flesh. After she completed cleaning me and getting me back into bed, I asked her,
"Huldah, if doing what my mother did is as painful as that, why do women allow that to be done to them?"
"Baby, what you mama let you papa do not painful at all. It good! Really good!"
The first time I saw David was at a party for teenagers. Our eyes locked from across the dance floor and soon David was standing at my side. He took my hand and uttered that seductive phrase that all young Jewish boys and girls employed:
"Shall we move to the garden?"
Without the slightest hesitation, I turned and started for the huge doors that allowed passage to the garden. It was summer and I was only wearing a light summer dress and panties. I was walking in front of David and I could feel the pressure of his erection against my ass through my scanty clothing. His hands slid under my arms and around in front of me. Then, without any warning, these same hands cupped both of my tits and began caressing them! A tingling feeling started in my belly and soon spread up into each tit. I knew that, at the age of eighteen, I was going to become a woman this night and I welcomed the thought of this happening.
All too soon, David's hands left my tits and moved backwards into the space between our hips. I expected him to begin rubbing my rear, but this was not his intent. Somehow, he had opened the fly of his trousers and exposed his lingam and now he was forcing my fingers to grasp it.
"Rub me!"
For an instant, I was not sure of just what I was expected to do, but then, I naturally began sliding my hand along the stem of his lingam. It was smooth and warm. The head felt as if it were quite large and, for an instant, I was frightened by the prospect of this thing being pushed into my body but, as I continued to rub his lingam, my excitement became greater and greater.
I had ignored the progress of his hands and now I became aware of the fact that they were inside my dress and were forcing themselves under the thin elastic of my panties. I shuddered with eager excitement as those hands slowly slid down over my belly and began to force their way between my legs.
"Open yourself for me!"
Thus, I was commanded to surrender myself to this male. Strangely enough, I was eager to do as he commanded. I was ready and willing to give myself to him. Somehow, I answered his command by sliding my feet further and further apart. His hands now had unfettered access to my yoni and they lost no time in establishing their presence. Fingers from both hands began an immediate exploration of my yoni and I found it difficult to breathe.
"Drop your panties!"
I stood for a minute uncertain of how to respond. Then I drew my legs close together and, as David pushed them downwards, I wiggled so as to cause my panties to fall. I looked down to where they lay upon the ground - a limp gesture of my surrender. As far as I know, they are still lying in that selfsame spot where I shed my girlhood.
The feel of his lingam in my hands and the feel of his hands upon my yoni made me totally unaware of what- if anything - was going on around me. I had crossed over into a world of strong violent sexual awareness. I eagerly and desperately wanted David's lingam in my yoni!
"Show your peach!"
I knew what this communication meant so I slide to my knees and assumed the position of readiness. I recalled something my mother had said and I could not stop myself from moving my hips and ass in a very suggestive manner. I had become a bitch asking - no, demanding - to be fucked!
David stepped closer to me and began rubbing me from the very tip of my slit to my puckered hole. He was using the head of his lingam to rub along my sensitive places. Each time his lingam passed my yoni, he inserted a part of the head in between my yoni lips. In this way, he was using my own juices to prepare himself for his insertion. He especially stopped when he reached my puckered hole and massaged my puckered hole with the head of his lingam. That frightened me even more for I still recalled that awful enema-simulation that Huldah had administered to me and I was afraid that I might hold myself back in the most crucial moment.
David's rubbing slowly concentrated more and more upon the edges and the center of my puckered hole. I knew that his attempted penetration of my ass was imminent and, unconsciously, I clenched my anal muscles. David must have expected this for the next thing I knew he had slowly and as gently as was possible inserted a finger into my ass. The steady in-and-out movement of that finger not only caused me to relax, but it sent flashes of excitement throughout my whole body. When that first finger was joined by a second and then a third, the sensation was not nearly as bad as I had expected.
After several minutes of stimulating my ass passage, David withdrew his fingers and I felt the head of his lingam being guided up to my ass hole. When it touched the center of my hole, I couldn't wait any longer! I began pushing back against his lingam and, slowly, I caused the head of his lingam to enter me.
Ever so slowly, I gradually introduced more and more of his lingam into my ass. There was resistance when I encountered my sphincter, but a steady, backward pressure overcame this and, with a sudden plop, I knew his lingam was beyond my last defenses.
Now the penetration began in earnest as I added more pressure and more and more of his lingam slipped almost effortlessly up into my bowels. When I felt his pubic hair graze my buttocks I stopped his advance and the two of us remained there solidly locked together by his lingam and my clasping anal muscles. For the longest time, nothing happened and then I felt the tell-tale jerking of his lingam that forecast his ejaculation. I knew that our union was soon to be rewarded with his semen. As his jerking increased, I began gasping and panting in anticipation of my first lingam-generated orgasm. Unlike Huldah's enema, the firing of his semen provided me with a pleasant sensation deep within my bowels. I suddenly knew that I liked and enjoyed sex! I also realized that I not only liked fucking, but I wanted - yea verily - I needed to be fucked.
We had wild unfettered sex that night and most every night thereafter. There was just something about us that bound us together. David often compared us to the opposite ends of two magnets. We were hopelessly drawn to one another.
One night, David remarked that I made sex like a kedeshah. I asked him, "And just how do you come to know how a kedeshah makes sex?"
His explanation left me breathless.
"Every year since my twelfth birthday, papa and I have gone to the temple during holy week to make sex with the kedeshahs."
"Did you always use the same ...uh... whore?"
"Usually yes. Papa always sought out one of the kedeshahs that he called, `mother' and I asked for the one I called, `aunt' or another that I also called, `mother'.
"They weren't really your..... let me see... the one he called, `mother' would have been your grandmother. And the one you called, `aunt' would have been your papa's sister. And the one you called, `mother' would have been....." I stopped at this point because of the look on David's face. "Surely you don't mean that.....?"
"Yes I do mean just that. Each year, my grandmother, my aunt and my own mother would go to the temple and offer themselves to whatever men came to the temple and requested the use of their bodies. So, every year, papa and uncle Laban and I would visit with them. The women in our family were natural born kedeshahs and they taught me how a kedeshah makes sex!"
That was my first introduction to the world of holy whores.
I was in my first year at the university and David was in his last year. Without any hesitation whatsoever, I moved in with him and we spent all of our free time with our bodies locked together as one in some kind of sexual embrace. It was almost inevitable that I should become pregnant and so I did.
The family was already agreeable to the idea that, as soon as David graduated, we would be married. Their attitude was one of, `So the baby is a little early. You will be married and it will be legitimate and that is all that matters.'
Then, a week before our baby was due, disaster struck. David was killed by one of those suicide bombers in a Tel Aviv marketplace. In that one instant, I had been converted from an expectant wife and mother into an unmarried woman with a child.
There was no host of eligible bachelors lining up outside my door with proposals of marriage so my future was dim at best. Besides, now that I no longer had a prospective husband, my family took the position that I had embarrassed them in the eyes of their friends and neighbors by becoming pregnant before being married. The upshot was a message to my uncle in America, a hastily purchased ticket and a departure from all that I had known.
Both Uncle Laban and his wife were very understanding of my predicament. They found me an apartment and I went to work in the typing pool of the same company that my uncle worked for. I had just a few months to wait for my delivery and my daughter, Sarah, was born just a short time after my nineteenth birthday. What a wonderful present! Those first days and months were not easy on either me or my daughter, but we managed to survive. Years passed. Sarah grew into a beautiful young girl and I - well I just got older.
I had experienced a really powerful sex life and I was not eager to embark upon something that might not be as beautiful as what David and I had experienced. So, I remained celibate although there were times when I would lay in my bed with my fingers buried deeply inside of my yoni. As my life progressed, I noticed that these finger-times began to occur more and more frequently.
Then, as I have said, the economic mess in the country caught me along with millions of others and I, once more, had to turn to my uncle for help. Perhaps it was his attitude or his tone of voice, but somehow I knew that this time he could not or would not help me.