porn mol poiblĂ gnĂomhaire Tar Ă©is staidĂ©ar a dhĂ©anamh san ollscoil I Yozgat, fuair mĂ© post agus nĂor fhill mĂ© ar iostanbĂșl lĂĄithreach. Mar dhuine a thuigeann gnĂł leabhar cuntas i gcuideachta phrĂobhĂĄideach, bhĂ mĂ© ag rith do gach post. NĂ raibh mĂ© ag dĂ©anamh mĂłrĂĄn, ach bhĂ roinnt airgid fĂĄgtha agam fĂłs le haghaidh cĂosa agus costais eile. BhĂ cĂos ag teacht freisin Ăł theach oidhreachta an athar in iostanbĂșl. BhĂ sĂ© ar intinn agam roinnt airgid a shĂĄbhĂĄil anseo, filleadh ar IostanbĂșl agus post a fhĂĄil ansin. CĂ© acu, ag deireadh cĂșpla bliain, bhĂ go leor airgid agam.
D ‘ fhĂĄg mĂ© mo phost coicĂs roimh mo dhĂĄta imeachta, slĂĄn a fhĂĄgĂĄil le mo lucht aitheantais. Theastaigh uaim DĂchruthĂș agus scĂth a ligean beagĂĄn tar Ă©is mo shaol oibre gnĂłthach agus roimh an bprĂłiseas cuardaigh poist, a bheidh nĂos dĂ©ine. NĂ bheadh mĂ© chomh compordach in IostanbĂșl. NĂ fhaca mĂ© mĂłrĂĄn aghaidheanna ban sa chathair seo inar chaith mĂ© timpeall cĂșig bliana tar Ă©is na hollscoile. NĂ raibh mĂ© in ann cailĂn a fhĂĄil nĂł coimhdeacht a ghlaoch, mar dĂĄ gcloisfinn faoi seo, chuirfĂ as an teach mĂ©. Mar eachtrannach i gcathair chomh coimeĂĄdach, sheas mĂ© amach go leor cheana fĂ©in. Sin an fĂĄth a ĂșsĂĄidtear mĂ© chun dul ar lĂĄithreĂĄin pĂžrnĂž ar an idirlĂon agus fĂ©achaint ar scannĂĄin agus shoot 31 go minic agus bhĂ mĂ© horny go lĂ©ir an t-am.
Ag tĂșs na seachtaine sin, leagadh mo dhoras, Ba Ă Nazmiye Hanim, a bhĂ ina chĂłnaĂ thuas staighre. Daoine an-choimeĂĄdacha, coimeĂĄdacha ab ea an fear cĂ©ile agus an bhean chĂ©ile. CineĂĄl baggy a bhĂ ina fear cĂ©ile le cloigeann. BhĂ Bean Nazmiye i gcĂłnaĂ ina bean le bileog. Sna blianta ar fad a bhĂ mĂ© I mo shuĂ anseo, nĂor bheannaigh siad dom i gceart fiĂș. Ach anois bhĂ sĂ ina seasamh os mo chomhair ina haonar, Nazmiye Hanim. TrĂ veil a leathĂĄin dhubh ag clĂșdach a h-Ă©adan, bhĂ glow a sĂșile coll ag sracadh amach.
Rinneamar beannachtaĂ a mhalartĂș ar ĂĄr gcosa, dĂșirt sĂ© gur thĂĄinig sĂ© leis an rĂșn slĂĄn a fhĂĄgĂĄil agus Go raibh Ashura ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh Aige, d ‘ iarr sĂ© teacht isteach. BhĂ ionadh orm, ach nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann diĂșltĂș, “ar ndĂłigh tĂĄ tĂș!DĂșirt mĂ©. ThĂłg sĂ a slipĂ©ir isteach, agus idir an dĂĄ linn tharraing bĂĄine a chosa loma gan stocaĂ, le feiceĂĄil faoina leathĂĄn dubh, m ‘ aird. Nollaig D ‘ Ă©irigh sĂ© dĂ©anach, nĂ raibh agam ach bricfeasta. “TĂĄ an tae te, an lĂonfaidh mĂ© ceann?”nuair a d’ iarr sĂ©, dĂșirt sĂ©, “Sea, mar is mian leat …”. BhĂ sĂ© corraithe. Cad a bhĂ ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh ag bean mar sin i dteach fear singil cosĂșil liomsa?
LĂon mĂ© do thae agus chuir mĂ© Ă© ar an mbord caife. BhĂ a cosa gan stoc imithe faoi sciortaĂ a leathĂĄin fhada agus baggy. NĂ raibh ach a sĂșile agus an lĂĄmh cadĂĄis-bĂĄn a choinnigh an cupĂĄn tae le feiceĂĄil. BhĂ sĂ ag Ăłl a tae gan bun a veil a ardĂș agus a bĂ©al a thaispeĂĄint dom. Chuir mĂ© an ashura a thug sĂ© ar an mbord. Agus Ă© ag Ăłl a thae, dĂșirt sĂ©, ” Nach mblaisfidh tĂș mo ashura?”d’ iarr sĂ©. “Ha, gabh mo leithscĂ©al!”mar sin ghlac mĂ© spĂșnĂłg agus thĂĄinig mĂ©.
“Rinne mĂ© Ă© an lĂĄ eile, ach nĂor shĂl mĂ© Ă© a thabhairt chugat, tĂĄ brĂłn orm…”dĂșirt sĂ© cosĂșil le mĂ-iompar. “Cad a chiallaĂonn tĂș!DĂșirt mĂ©. BhĂ a ashura an-ĂĄlainn, chuir an siĂșcra agus na cnĂłnna dian ann mo sceitimĂnĂ reatha agus bhuail adharcach an tsĂleĂĄil. MothĂș meisciĂșil a bhĂ ann a bheith i bprĂobhĂĄideacht na mnĂĄ muinĂne seo beagnach an aois chĂ©anna liomsa agus nach raibh a hintinn soilĂ©ir. BhĂ sĂ© ag fĂ©achaint go cĂșthail ar an talamh, ar chlĂ© agus ar dheis. Rinneamar iarracht labhairt go dĂcheallach ar feadh tamaill. “An cuimhin leat m’ inĂon?”d’ iarr sĂ© nĂos dĂ©anaĂ.
“Ar an mbealach seo agus sin, tĂĄ brĂłn orm as do chailliĂșint arĂs. Cad a bhĂ cearr leis?”D’ iarr mĂ©. “An croĂ. BhĂĄsaigh inĂon linne roimhe seo ar an gcĂșis chĂ©anna. BhĂ breith anabaĂ agam cĂșpla uair eatarthu freisin. Nollaig”dĂșirt. Chuir sĂ© iontas orm gur inis sĂ© na rudaĂ seo dom. “TĂĄ brĂłn orm na cuimhnĂ seo a chur i gcuimhne duit!DĂșirt mĂ©. “NĂ gĂĄ leithscĂ©al a ghabhĂĄil… is iad M ‘ fhear Mujahid agus uncail ĂĄr leanaĂ. Is mian liom NĂĄr phĂłs Muid Dec Ă am go ham. Ach b ‘ Ă©igean dĂł a bheith mar seo Ăłn tĂșs, tĂĄ a fhios agam Ă© sin freisin…”dĂșirt sĂ©.
Tuigeadh an eachtra. Mar thoradh ar ionphĂłrĂș, rugadh a gcuid leanaĂ tinn nĂł bhĂ breith anabaĂ orthu. “Agus anois tĂĄ sĂ ag iarraidh leanbh eile a bheith aici, ach ar ndĂłigh beirtear an leanbh sin tinn freisin. NĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh. Ach nĂl an neart agam coinneĂĄil amach nĂos mĂł. Thosaigh sĂ© ag bagairt orm… ag rĂĄ mura nglacaim leis agus mura fĂ©idir liom a bheith torrach, scarfaidh sĂ© liom agus pĂłsfaidh sĂ© mo dheirfiĂșr. Is our custom… nĂl aon chearta ag baintreacha ionainn, nĂ ghlacann mo thuismitheoirĂ, dearthĂĄireacha liom, nĂ ghlacfaidh siad liom fiĂș mĂĄ fhillim abhaile. Agus nĂl aon ĂĄit le dul agam, tĂĄ Ă©adĂłchas orm …”dĂșirt sĂ©. Choinnigh sĂ© a cheann sĂos, a shĂșile ag fĂĄnaĂocht ar an gcairpĂ©ad agus Ă© ag rĂĄ na rudaĂ seo.
“Is pian mĂłr Ă© i ndĂĄirĂre… TĂĄ brĂłn orm ar do shon. Ach cad a bhaineann leis sin liomsa?”D’ iarr mĂ©. Ar an gcaoi chĂ©anna, thosaigh sĂ© ag labhairt gan a cheann a ardĂș ar chor ar bith: “DearthĂĄir Halit… NĂ fĂ©idir liom an t-Ă©adĂłchas, an chabhair seo a sheasamh nĂos mĂł… BreathnaĂonn tĂș cosĂșil le m ‘ fhear cĂ©ile, tĂĄ tĂș singil, agus is cosĂșil go bhfuil do dhaonnacht i bhfeidhm agat. NĂos tĂĄbhachtaĂ fĂłs, nĂ thiocfaidh tĂș anseo arĂs… Lig dom a bheith i d ‘ Ăospartach, bĂ torrach dom, is Ă© seo an t-aon slĂĄnĂș atĂĄ agam… SĂĄbhĂĄlfaidh tĂș mise, mo phĂĄiste sa todhchaĂ agus mo dhearthĂĄir. NĂl mo dheirfiĂșr 18 fĂłs. Thairis sin, mĂĄ phĂłsann Mujahid Ă, tarlĂłidh an mĂ©id a bhĂ mĂ© trĂd di freisin. Beidh a shaol scriosta freisin…”dĂșirt sĂ©.
Togra an-aisteach a bhĂ ann, ba chosĂșil gur magadh a bhĂ ann, ach ba lĂ©ir timidiĂșlacht agus tromchĂșis na mnĂĄ Ăłna gach gluaiseacht. BhĂ iontas orm. “TĂĄ brĂłn orm, an bhfuair mĂ© mĂcheart Ă©? Bhuel, conas mar sin? Ar mhaith leat caidreamh a bheith agat liom, an bhfuil tĂș ag iarraidh leanaĂ a bheith agam liom?”d’ iarr mĂ©, stammering.
“Sea, nĂl aon rogha fĂĄgtha agam. NĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh a bheith torrach le m ‘ fhear cĂ©ile. TĂĄimid gaolmhar tar Ă©is an tsaoil, nĂ fĂ©idir linn Ă© sin a athrĂș. CĂ© mhĂ©ad uair a bhĂ mĂ© ag rith ar shiĂșl nuair is mian leat do lĂĄmh a chur orm, deirim nach dteastaĂonn uaim. Bhuail sĂ© mĂ© ar a shon cĂșpla uair, ach nĂ mise an duine a bhuail suas. NĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh leanbh tinn a bhreith. TĂĄim sĂĄsta gach rud a thabhairt do leanbh slĂĄintiĂșil. DĂĄ mbeadh Ă©adĂłchas orm, an rachainn i muinĂn a leithĂ©id riamh?”dĂșirt.
N ‘ fheadar an raibh sĂ© ag dĂ©anamh spraoi dĂom, Mrs Nazmiye, nĂł an raibh sĂ© ag iarraidh cleas a imirt orm trĂ imeacht. Nuair a dĂșirt mĂ© Ă© seo, d ‘ fhĂ©ach sĂ suas agus dĂșirt sĂ i nguth crith, “thĂĄinig mĂ© dĂreach chun cabhair a iarraidh uait mar bhean Ă©adĂłchasach. D ‘ inis mĂ© Ă© seo duit trĂ dhĂdean a ghlacadh i do dhea-rĂșn. CĂ©n fĂĄth go mbeadh aon rĂșn agam spraoi a dhĂ©anamh nĂł cluichĂ a imirt. Mura dteastaĂonn uait, fĂĄgfaidh mĂ©!”dĂșirt sĂ© agus bhĂ sĂ© i gceist aige Ă©irĂ suas. “Suigh sĂos, le do thoil. AdmhĂłidh tĂș nach gnĂĄthrud Ă© seo. Mar sin gabh mo leithscĂ©al freisin…”nuair a dĂșirt mĂ©, “ar ndĂłigh tĂĄ a fhios agam nach gnĂĄthrud Ă©!”dĂșirt.
ShĂl mĂ© faoi do thairiscint ina dtost, ar thaobh amhĂĄin, bhĂ cĂ© chomh mĂmhorĂĄlta a bhĂ an post seo, an riosca go dtuigfeadh a fear cĂ©ile cad a tharla, an oibleagĂĄid mo leanbh fĂ©in, a bheirtear, a chur ar iontaoibh na ndaoine seo. Os a choinne sin, bhĂ staid phianmhar na mnĂĄ, todhchaĂ a teaghlaigh agus a deirfiĂșr, agus an seans go mbeadh bean gan teagmhĂĄil seachas a fear cĂ©ile, nĂĄr ceannaĂodh le hairgead sa chathair seo atĂĄ cosĂșil le fĂĄsach. NĂ bheifĂ in ann fiĂș teagmhĂĄil a dhĂ©anamh le bean mar Ms Nazmiye arĂs i mo shaol ar fad.
“An bhfuil tĂș cinnte?”D’ iarr mĂ©. BhĂ a fhreagra aonchiallach: “tĂĄim cinnte. BhĂ mĂ© ag smaoineamh air seo le fada an lĂĄ. NĂ raibh a fhios agam cĂ© leis a bhfĂ©adfainn Ă© a dhĂ©anamh. BhĂ iarrthĂłirĂ agam d ‘aithreacha i mo chloigeann, ach ba dhaoine iad uile a raibh aithne ag m’ fhear orthu. NĂorbh fhĂ©idir liom a leithĂ©id a dhĂ©anamh leo. An uair dheireanach a chuala mĂ© Ăł gach cearn go raibh tĂș ag imeacht anseo, chuaigh tĂș isteach i m ‘ intinn. Thuig mĂ© nach bhfĂ©adfainn iarrthĂłir nĂos fearr a fhĂĄil nĂĄ tusa. TĂĄ a fhios agam faoin bpeaca a dhĂ©anfaidh mĂ©, ach tĂĄ eagla orm mĂĄ chailleann mĂ© a leithĂ©id de sheans, go gcuirfidh mo chĂ©ad leanbh nĂł deirfiĂșr eile ceist orm faoi ar an taobh eile…”dĂșirt sĂ©. Nuair a chrĂochnaigh sĂ© ag labhairt, bhĂ a ghuth i riocht cuimilte, b ‘ fhĂ©idir go raibh sĂ© ag caoineadh, nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann a fheiceĂĄil toisc go raibh a shĂșile lĂșbtha sĂos an iomarca.
Choinnigh mĂ© orm ag smaoineamh air ar feadh tamaill. Cad Ă© mar a bhĂ sĂ© ag iarraidh? TĂĄ mĂ© i mo chĂłnaĂ anseo na blianta seo ar fad, ach nĂ fhaca muid a chĂ©ile ach cĂșpla uair. Agus theastaigh uaithi leanbh a bheith aici le fear nach bhfaca sĂ ach cĂșpla uair, Nazmiye Hanim. BhĂ a chuid taithĂ tar Ă©is a shĂșile a dhorchaigh agus ba chĂșis leis an gcinneadh seo a dhĂ©anamh. BhĂ sĂ© sĂĄsta Ăoc as an bpeaca a dhĂ©anfadh sĂ©.
Nuair a d ‘ fhĂ©ach sĂ© suas, chonaic mĂ© deora ina shĂșile. De rĂ©ir mar a chaith sĂ© iad lena lĂĄmh, bhĂ sĂ© ag fanacht leis an bhfreagra a thabharfainn, ag breathnĂș go aisteach. I mo chroĂ (CibĂ© rud a tharlĂłidh!) DĂșirt mĂ©, nĂor smaoinigh mĂ© air nĂos mĂł. Chlaon mĂ© mo cheann ar bhealach a lĂ©irigh mo ghlacadh. BhĂ a sĂșile cuimilte ag taitneamh anois le sonas, ” Dia dhaoibh!”dĂșirt sĂ© ina ghlĂłr crith.
“Agus conas a bheidh sĂ©, conas a dhĂ©anfaimid Ă©?”D’ iarr mĂ©. BhĂ brionglĂłidĂ agam i mo chloigeann nuair a bhĂ mĂ© ag fiafraĂ de seo. ShĂl mĂ© go raibh MĂ© chun Nazmiye a chur a luĂ agus a fuck cosĂșil le craiceĂĄilte, ach bhĂ a plean ullmhaithe ag an mbean roimh rĂ©. Rachadh sĂ© go dtĂ mo sheomra leapa, nochtfadh sĂ© ansin, luĂfeadh sĂ© sĂos ar an leaba agus fanacht liom. BhĂ mĂ© ag dul a shoot 31 taobh amuigh, agus dĂreach nuair a bhĂ mĂ© ag dul chun cum, bhĂ mĂ© ag dul chun siĂșl isteach sa seomra agus cum ann.
Tar Ă©is Do Nazmiye Hanım dul isteach sa seomra, chuaigh mo sceitimĂnĂ trĂd an dĂon. D ‘ fhĂ©adfainn buille forĂ©igneach mo chroĂ a chloisteĂĄil. CĂșpla nĂłimĂ©ad ina dhiaidh sin, thĂłg mĂ© amach mo dick agus thosaigh mĂ© ag lĂĄmhach 31, nĂ raibh mĂ© undressed. BhĂ mĂ© taobh amuigh den doras. BhĂ mĂ© gar do ejaculating anois. Bhuail mĂ© ar an doras, ” Tar isteach!”Chuala mĂ© do ghuth.
Chuaigh mĂ© isteach sa seomra, BhĂ Bean Nazmiye ina luĂ ar an leaba. TarraingĂodh na cuirtĂnĂ. BhĂ a corp clĂșdaithe ag mo bhrat dorcha nuair a d ‘ fhan mĂ©. BhĂ a bhileog leapa tĂłgtha aige, Ă© a chur sa chĂșinne, ach chuir sĂ© caipĂn cosĂșil le beanie daite dubh ar a cheann. BhĂ bun a cuid gruaige le feiceĂĄil Ăł chĂșl an bhoinĂ©id. BhĂ cruth a aghaidh ubhchruthach, a chonaic mĂ© den chĂ©ad uair, an-taitneamhach. BhĂ a craiceann bĂĄn rĂ©idh, cĂ© go raibh sĂ© clĂșdaithe le leathĂĄin, bhĂ sĂ© dea-ghroomed. BhĂ fabhraĂ fada dubha aici, fabhraĂ tiubha agus mĂșnlaithe. BhĂ sĂ ag fĂ©achaint air le eagla ina sĂșile mĂłra coll.
Bhain mĂ© mo bhrĂstĂ agus mo mionbhrĂstĂnĂ. Bhog mĂ© go dtĂ deireadh na leapa, an uair seo thosaigh sĂ© ag cur a shĂșile dĂom. Ba lĂ©ir nach raibh sĂ© ag iarraidh mo choileach a fheiceĂĄil, rud nach raibh sĂ© ar intinn agam a thaispeĂĄint go hĂĄirithe. Thosaigh mĂ© ag ardĂș an blaincĂ©ad go mall. BhĂ a chosa, a chaol na lĂĄimhe agus a chosa, a chonaic an ghrian b ‘ fhĂ©idir nĂos mĂł nĂĄ 4-5 lĂĄ sa bhliain, cosĂșil le marmair. BhĂ sĂ© gan ghruaig, gan ghruaig, gan smĂĄl.
Agus Ă© ag leanĂșint ar aghaidh ag ardĂș an blaincĂ©ad, dĂșirt sĂ©, “is leor sin den mhĂ©id atĂĄ feicthe agat… tĂ©igh ar aghaidh leis!”dĂșirt. Shlog mĂ©. BhĂ sĂ© ag fanacht ar a ghlĂșine, teorainn Ăochtarach an bhlaincĂ©id. D ‘ oscail mĂ© a chosa ar an dĂĄ thaobh le mo lĂĄmha. BhĂ mo ghluaiseacht tar Ă©is an blaincĂ©ad a bhrĂș beagĂĄn nĂos mĂł, an oiread sin ionas go bhfeicfinn anois a pluide ag cur thar maoil Ăł dhromchla crua na leapa, agus a groin bearrtha go hiomlĂĄn agus a pussy DĂchumasaithe eatarthu. NĂ raibh fiĂș an ghruaig is lĂș ar a chorp.
Chrom sĂ© a chosa Ăł na glĂșine agus d ‘ oscail sĂ© iad Ăł thaobh go taobh. Mar sin fĂ©in, bhĂ sĂ© cĂșramach gan an blaincĂ©ad a oscailt nĂos mĂł. Thug mĂ© mo choileach, a bhĂ ar tĂ cum, thar a pussy, agus thosaigh mĂ© ag cuimilt suas agus sĂos ar a pussy shaved gan ghruaig. NĂ raibh pussy Nazmiye fliuch riamh agus ag an am cĂ©anna bhĂ sĂ ag crith gan ghĂĄ. BhĂ sĂ© ag brĂș an iomarca air fĂ©in. Rinne mĂ© iarracht cĂșpla uair, ach nĂor oibrigh sĂ© amach. NĂ raibh mĂ© in ann dul isteach, tharla rud Ă©igin cosĂșil le vaginismus. “ScĂth a ligean, le do thoil, nĂł tĂĄ tĂș chun Ă© seo a dhĂ©anamh an-deacair!DĂșirt mĂ©.