Qt Cauldron Of Coal Ch 04

QuaranTeam: Cauldron of Coal Ch. 4

This is part of an ongoing series starting

here

.

It is located in the QuaranTeam universe created by

CorruptingPower

and published with his permission.

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Chapter 4

Mittwoch, 12. August 2020

Karl swam in the river, pushing his way against the current. His gills happily filtered the oxygen out of the water.

Eventually he felt another fish beside him. He could smell that it was a female. They swam alongside each other for some time.

When another female took his other side, a net caught all of them, and dropped them in a container with water.

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When Karl left the arms of Morpheus, Chris was cuddled to his side, her head on his shoulder, her hand holding his Morgenlatte. His hand had found its place on her bottom. He decided he liked that feeling.

He heard the toilet flush followed by naked feet pattering on the linoleum floor of the hallway. Silently the bedroom door opened and a flustered, naked Nurhayat entered. Karl waved her in with his free hand, and she crawled into bed, mirroring Chris' position. His hand found its way to her bottom.

"Morning," the two women mumbled simultaneously.

Karl answered likewise with an amused tone. "Today the Schulzes want to be back to give us our results. Depending on when that happens, what do you want to do? I promised my parents to have a look at their Schrebergarten... Monday? It's Wednesday, right? I can't believe that was vorgestern..."

"Oh, I'd like to see the Schrebergarten. Hasan and I had applied for one, but the waiting list..." Nurhayat's voice broke a little when mentioning her late husband. Karl gave her a reassuring hug.

"Is it fußläufig," Christiane asked. "Or do you have a car besides your bike?"

"No and no. I didn't want to take more space on the... road... Nurhayat? What are you doing?"

The older woman had started to stroke Karl's member. "I have never seen a man... ejaculate.

He

was conservative in that regard, so this is... fascinating to me."

"Why don't you move nearer to the action? I'll keep our man from interfering." Chris grabbed the hand that became free due to the other woman shuffling down, and put it on her breast. "Here, play with that, Karl."

The two of them looked down to the widow that closely inspected her new toy. Going from feathery touching fingertips, over carefully pulling back the foreskin and letting it return to its protective position, to one- and two-handed pumping the shaft mixed with fondling the sensitive scrotum, until it spewed out its white, warm, gooey contents.

Karl grunted, Chris let out an astonished "whoa," and Nurhayat let out a surprised shriek.

"I always wondered..." she said before licking her fingers, her orgasm interrupting everything else.

Like the oiled flash

Chris went down and started to lick Karl clean, with a similar result.

Karl giggled, and, when met with asking eyes, explained, "when I felt the urge to

wag one off the palm tree

, I didn't want to spray around like this. So I developed this trick... I just pulled my foreskin forward to gather my ejaculate inside and could just hold it close to dispose it in the toilet."

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After a short Katzenwäsche they gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, during which they continued their conversation that had been interrupted by Nurhayat's experiment.

"So, if the Schulzes arrive early, we try to visit the Schrebergarten, if we figure out how we get there?"

"We could take the taxi," Nurhayat said, and, after the curious looks from the two others, added, "Hasan had a taxi company, that he sold last year. From the money we could buy the loft. But he kept one car, so he could work from time to time. To keep in touch and get out of the house."

"Do you have a driving license? I learnt to drive, but I think I lost mine some time ago," Chris asked.

"No, I never found the time to learn. With household and kids and helping with the books."

"I can drive and have a license, but I guess the keys are still upstairs?" Karl held her hand. "Do you think you can bear going up with us, or would that be too painful now?"

"I'll go up with you but go straight to the kitchen. I want to move in with you, and don't want the food upstairs to go to waste. If you could fetch some clothes for me? And Christiane?"

The spoken to

let out a surprised "yes?"

"I don't mind if you have a look at other clothing for you, the way you're sticking to Karl's jumpers tells me you don't have much to choose from." That earned her a hug from the other woman.

Just then a shadow passed the kitchen window, indicating that someone was on the balcony leading to the front door. Karl jumped there and opened it just before the surprised Schulze (or Schultze?) could ring the bell. "We're at breakfast, do you want to join us?"

"Just a coffee," Schultze (or Schulze?) quipped.

When both were armed with their hot beverage, they began their tale. "We promised you your results, but... I have to give you some background first. So, I told you about that system called Oracle the Americans have, that is used to pair up people." Nods from around the table answered her. "And that we're building our own." Nods. "It's called 'Heiratsvermittlerin', by the way. So, the technician that entered your," she pointedly looked ad Karl, "data did a test and ran you against all existing entries, and, I quote, 'I have never seen someone have around 80% compatibility with everyone.' So, they are currently trying to find out what went wrong, sorry."

"I hope it didn't just raise an alarm in the operator's head," Karl commented silently.

"Nevertheless, you all are already registered as a Team, as the Americans decided to call it. And unless someone comes up with a better term than that or Großfamilie, we're sticking with that."

Everyone shook their heads as nobody had a

good

alternative. After some thoughtful moments Karl brought up their plans: "We had thought about fetching some of Nurhayat's clothing and perishable food that's...

up there

. Objections from your side?"

The Schulzes exchanged a look. "You, Karl, are still in danger, so don't go too deep in there. Or boost afterwards, that helps when you were exposed. Remember, the health of your team rises and falls with yours."

"Oh, I intend to keep to the front," he replied. "But do you have an idea what to do with the... deceased? I don't want to let them lie there, and eventually we might need the room."

Nurhayat interrupted. "Normally they should have been buried the same day," and sobbed slightly. Chris laid a hand on her arm.

"We can give you certificates of death, so you can start with the necessary preparations." They turned to Nurhayat directly. "I'm sorry, but at the moment they have to be cremated. Seuchenkontrolle, you understand." The addressed nodded. "We have an undertaker at hand, but don't expect them before tomorrow."

Chris: "No, that's fine, we wanted to go out today for some Gartenarbeit anyways."

The Schulzes stood. "You don't mind if we don't return to give you your final results in person?"

"No, you must have other things you have to accomplish," Chris answered after a confirming look at the other two. "But how can we contact you if something happens?"

One soldat tore a Zettel from the roll of paper, that was hanging on the wall for writing shopping lists, and scribbled some numbers down. "This is our Zentrale. If they can't answer your question directly, they can reach out to people who can."

"And remember to boost your vaccination in case you were exposed." With that the two emptied their cups and left.

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After finishing their meal,

the three of Team Schablonski

went upstairs. As agreed, Karl and Nurhayat turned towards the kitchen while Chris entered the hallway.

"Karl? Do you mind if we... throw away your coffee machine?" shyly came from Nurhayat when they were alone.

"Huh? I mean, it isn't the newest one, so if you have a better one..." mused Karl.

"It's not the machine, it's... what comes out of it. Wait, let me demonstrate." Nurhayat took out a small metal utensil with a long handle, filled it with coffee and water, and put it on the stove. While it warmed up, she collected a cup and saucer and spooned some sugar in. When the water boiled, she poured the coffee into the cup and handed the Mokka to her new man.

Encouraged by the pleading eyes Karl took a sip. His eyes widened, and he said, "oh, wow! If I knew coffee could taste like this...

Chris? Do you want to try Turkish coffee?

" he shouted into the flat.

"

Why do you ask?

" came back.

Karl: "

Nurhayat wants to throw out the coffee machine and convinced me, but you should also have a say!

"

Chris: "

As long as I get something warm, and some of you, I'm good!

"

Karl gave Nurhayat a small peck on the lips. "You heard her, the machine is out. Anything else you want to improve?"

Nurhayat blushed and scrunched her face. "If it isn't too much trouble... in the living room is a samovar..."

"...that will get its place downstairs," Karl interrupted. "Oh, that reminds me - Chris and I asked ourselves how you are towards pork yesterday and, just as a precaution, got rid of any I had in my refrigerator."

"Oh, I tried some sausages at the supermarket, but didn't want to upset Hasan, so I never bought it or learnt to cook with it," she explained. "Now, let me check

my

refrigerator for what we have to use soon."

Soon Karl was hauling food downstairs, briefly stopping to inform Chris about the pork situation and the samovar.

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Karl parked the

eggshell-beige painted Mercedes

, the taxi sign stowed away, on the parking spot of the Schrebergarten. After a short rummaging in the trunk and locking the car, the two women carried foldable boxes while he carried the keys and the responsibility. He let them through the main gate, and led them through the labyrinth of walkways to the Parzelle of his parents.

"Far from a jungle, but I see how some people might call the

garden police

," Chris exclaimed. She had exchanged her hoodie with a cream-coloured blouse that left her belly free, and the jeans with a skirt that ended below her knees. Nurhayat wore a long-sleeved dress that came down to her ankles.

Karl unlocked the shed, so they could park their boxes there. "Let's see if we can bring this auf Vordermann." He took the traditional lawnmower with the spindle of blades and started cutting the grass, while the two women armed themselves with knives and garden shears and attacked the overgrown vegetable bedding.

When he was ready, he switched to a rake and started collecting the grass, while Nurhayat washed some of their harvest and cut it, and Chris put everything they couldn't use on the compost heap, where Karl also put the clippings.

Sweating, they sat down to some Lahmacun that Nurhayat had prepared.

"I know they say hunger is the best cook, but this is better than anything I ever got at a Döner place," Karl praised the older of his women, feeling an unexpected stir in his loins. He stepped up to her and gave her a smouldering kiss.

After they had caught their breath again, he continued, "I don't want to pry, but I saw you both talking..."

"Oh, Nurhayat and I mostly discussed what was still good, what we should eat now, and what had to go," Chris explained. "And we bonded over some women stuff."

"What do you say, we stay a few more hours,

fuel in some sun

, and then go home," Karl proposed.

His partners were all in, so after trimming the hedge together they lay down in the fresh cut grass, all the while sharing stories.

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When they ran out of talking points, Karl and Chris took the first two boxes with vegetables and carried them to the car, while Nurhayat put away the rest of their harvest and cleaned up the shed.

Chris, as the youngest and most agile, had vanished around the corner, when Karl heard her cry "

...Klammerbeutel gepudert!

"

He dropped his box and jogged up to the corner, where he saw a young man embracing her like the Kraken envelops a ship. Yelling, he trotted towards them. "

Ey du Schland! Didn't your mother teach you manners? Soll ich dir Beine machen? Hast du nicht alle Tassen im Schrank? Ich glaub ich bin im Wald hier!

"

Karl, rushing towards him with the grace and determination of a raging rhino, put the assailant to flight.

When Karl reached Chris, he stopped. "You

huff

okay?"

She shivered and threw herself in his arms. "Now, yes. He tried to kiss me, and I had the picture of the hand of that soldat on my mind, and..." the rest was flushed away in tears.

Karl took out his phone to call the police, but Chris stopped him: "No. Could be I blew him once, and he thought..." Shrugging Karl put the device away. He gently held her until her tears had dried up. He suggested she retrieve the box he had carried, while he took hers and completed the haul to the car.

After they had picked up Nurhayat and the rest of the harvest, they drove home.

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First thing they did after stowing the vegetables away was take a bath. Karl started while the water ran, and Chris just joined him, sitting in front of him. Unsure what to do, he began to wash her hair.

"Chris? Do you consider yourself... exposed? You know, like the Schulzens said?"

"Yes, but you know you can't..." she started.

"Consider it a training lesson. You show Nurhayat your fellatio technique, and I get my first points at cunnilingus," Karl suggested.

"I could get used to this," she purred. "Can you be a dear and wash up my back? Thanks."

After she had towelled herself off, Nurhayat shyly took her place and got the same treatment. "Now turn around and let me wash you."

After drying themselves, they relocated to the bedroom, where Karl lay on the edge, while his two women knelt in front of him. Getting his first conscious blowjob was an otherworldly experience for Karl, especially as it was interrupted by mumbled discussions between sisters in crime.

When he had given Chris her serum-induced orgasm, they switched places. "Oh? You want me to train on you too, Nurhayat?"

"I realised I'm not into women. And today I remembered some harem virtues my grandmother shared with me as bedtime stories. You see, in the Arabic harem, sex was never that... prominent. The pasha would send for his favourite once a day, and that was it. The women would train dancing, teach each other things they knew, and philosophise together. Lesbian action was never mentioned, but there were enough straight women that needed relief. And that was facilitated with stories told while masturbating," she explained.

During her speech, Karl gave Chris a lick along her slit. Getting some of her nectar, he cautiously pulled open her flower and licked again. He probed her canal, until his tongue met the bottom of her menstrual cup. Then he pulled out and took a deep sniff. Exhaling on her wetness made her shudder. Taking another long lick, he reached her little nub that started to come out. Experimenting and observing, he finally coaxed a small orgasm out of her. Then he spat out a hair that had found its way between his teeth.

Switching to his other partner, he was met with more meaty lips. Kissing them, he got to compare notes on the differences of taste.

"Karl? Can you try to do it... the traditional way," Nurhayat asked. "I don't want to rush you, but..."

Karl, surprised he hadn't noticed that his member was rigid again, rose up to her, plunged into her wetness, got one-two pumps in and exploded again. Giving her a kiss on the forehead, he let himself fall between his two lovers. Soon all three were sound asleep.

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Donnerstag, 13. August 2020

Nurhayat was lying on her back, and Karl was pumping his member lazily into her. She was answering with cute little sounds like a chipmunk. Chris was cuddling from behind, playing with Karl's chest hair. Karl came, and Nurhayat's belly rose a little. He stayed rigid and kept on railing her. This went on for some time, until she looked not only pregnant, but about ready to pop.

Karl pulled out, and a river of clear liquid flooded out once his penis didn't cork her entrance anymore.

Nurhayat pressed, and a head began to emerge. When the mouth was free, it began to wail.

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Karl awoke, the dream hitting him like an air raid siren. But, with his two lovers piled on him and embracing him, and one of their legs pressing on his bladder, he prioritised not wetting his bed.

Proud that he had managed to extract smoothly without waking his women, he relieved himself. Then he brushed his teeth after carefully picking out his brush from the glass previously holding only his own. After a Katzenwäsche he

scraped the stubbles out of his face

. The sting of the aftershave woke him some more.

Peeking into the bedroom he found that his bedpartners had closed the gap, so he put on some underwear and went to the kitchen. Trying to replicate what he'd seen the day before, he ruined his first self-made Mokka (which he drank nevertheless) and took out bread and Aufschnitt for breakfast. The sound of a flushing toilet told him that at least one of his roomies was awake, and soon both joined him at the table.

"Can you show me how to properly make Mokka, Nurhayat," Karl asked. "My first attempt... well, it was still better than what came out of my old machine, but needs improvement."

Nurhayat demonstrated while explaining, and soon they all had their fix of the only darkness that awakens you.

While they ate, Karl put his thought into words: "Before we plan what to do today, I have an important question. We rammeln here like rabbits, but what about children? I want this to be your decision. I know Chris is safe at the moment, but you, Nurhayat?"

"I'm... safe too. When I gave birth to Murat, there were complications, and I was told that any more pregnancies were unlikely," the older woman explained. "Although I would have liked at least another..."

the floodgates of her tear ducts opened

, and the other two hugged her to comfort her.

"I don't know," Chris explained. "The thought of children never crossed my mind. I'll have to ponder it. But, speaking of birth control, do you know if your gynaecologist is still working, Nurhayat? Seems like a good idea to get their opinion."

"Yes, it's not far," she replied and shared the address. Afterwards she declared she would be busy preserving the fruit of their labour the day before.

Karl and Chris decided to try to get her driving license. After some calling around and researching on the internet they found out that they needed the information from the register where she originally obtained her driving license, which they could order by e-mail. Then she needed a valid ID, and

that

meant being registered at the Einwohnermeldeamt. Booking the single slot in the online tool for the Amt, they hastened to get there after donning their doubled masks. Luckily Chris had an old identity card, and soon she had a valid temporary one and a permanent one would be ready for her to fetch in a few weeks - good thing they had a booth for biometric photos there. As she wouldn't be traveling anytime soon, she didn't order a passport.