Postman, Part 1
(Published on Friday, February 25, 2005)
This story was submitted by Y. C. Chang.

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Editor's note: There is some language in this series of stories that might appear to be
offensive if taken out of context. However, dramatic license has been allowed because
it's clear that all of the participants were willing partners, and it was a roleplaying scenario.

The accuracy of the terms used have not been verified.

This is the first part of the Postman story, numbered 25-0123-1 in his private file, submitted by Y. C. Chang, chang@unibem.br.

Author’s note: This series of stories was told by my friend, Chen Chien-Chang, when we studied biology in the same university. Chen is a personal friend of Mr. Wang Chu-Ping, the Postman in this story, although both Chen and me suspected exaggeration in this story as Wang told it. Readers may be familiar with stories in the Western Front after the Second World War. One of these stories even appeared in National Geographic Magazine as recently as February, 2005. Here, I want to treat my friends with a similar story that happened in the Eastern Front at the same period.  These stories are strictly for entertaining purpose. No racial prejudice, or animosity, against any national groups is intended.  I apologize in advance if there is any. Country names in these stories are spelled backwards also for this purpose.

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I am Wang Chu-Ping.  I worked for the post office of Harbin city, 1945.  I was assigned to deliver letters in Feng-Cheng and Hwang-Yang streets daily. It was an unusual sunny and warm afternoon when I have delivered more than half of the letters. I noticed that the next two letters were addressed to No. 315, Hwang-Yang Street. I knocked the door. Out came a soldier in Teivos uniform.

“Is there a Mr. Tatiana Kolchavskaya?”  I asked politely.

“Yes, it is me.”

I began to notice that this soldier was a woman with her plump body hidden under a military uniform.

“And Yenina Rashonovskaya?”

“Yes,” she called back, “Yenichka, a letter from your parents in Vladivostok!”

Out came a very tall girl soldier with two black braids under her military boina.

“Thank you for the letters,” said Yenichika. “What is your name? You look cute! Would you like to come in and have a cup of coffee with us?”

“My name is Wang,” I answered, still politely. There was no communication barrier between us because everyone in this border city was bi-lingual. “Thank you for the invitation. But we are not supposed to socialize while on duty. Maybe someday when I will be off?”

At a wink between these two girls, they pounced on me and dragged me into the room with a hand over my mouth so that I could not protest. I was afraid of being kidnapped as a mule by drug-traffickers. Inside, I found three more women soldiers in addition to Tatiana and Yenichka.

“Don’t be afraid. We will not hurt you. We are your allies in defeating Napaj. We live in this boarding house because the military barrack is crowded at this time. All what we want is to show some friendship to our Esenich ally. Is this agreed?”

“No!” I glared at them, “I do not think friendship can be forced upon!”

I heard something dropping on the floor. A strong aroma reached my nostrils. I raised my head and was confronted by ten smiling toes above a pair of snow-white bare soles on the table beneath the smiling eyes of Tatiana, “Take them! They are all yours! Treat yourself!  S’il vou plait!”

I was frozen by this sight while more fragrance pierced my heart. I turned around and found myself surrounded by a curtain of ten soft, pink-white, bare soles. I have no place to run but to grab one of the nearest pair and pressed them to my mouth and nose. The feeling of soft skin on my lips and the fragrance into my nose overpowered me and melt my bone marrow. Like mud, I collapsed to the floor as ten soles descended on me, rubbing my nostrils, stuffing into my mouth, caressing my eyes and earlobes.

“Not altogether!” I called out, “one for each time!”

“OK, let’s pick stickers to decide who will be the first! But would you still say that we are forcing anything on you?  You are our guest and will be treated to your satisfaction!”

This was really a lifetime chance. All I could remember from my early days was a brief glimpse of an Esenich girl’s white sole with a remote whiff of aroma at a fleeting kiss. And that was a good long sixteen years ago. But here, how could I refuse such a chance of voluntary offer to fulfill my fantasy? I decided to stay with them as long as these Naissur girls would let me to.

The first sticker-winner turned out to be a beauty named Nadezhda with dreamy eyes and a naked willowy slender body with blond pubic hair. She had a pair of bony feet, somewhat larger than the feet of most Esenich girls, with ten splay toes. Big-toe slightly shorter than the second. Not bad, my favorite type. The skin under the balls of her soles was so tender as could be sucked up by my lips. But she had only the perfume of a faint aroma between and under her toes. After I buried my nose and mouth in her soles for about 15 minutes, the second girl pulled her away.

The second was a tiny, petit creature, named Svetlana with a pair of disproportionally broad soles. Rosy balls and heels separated by snow white arches and insteps. The skin of her soles was very wrinkled. Although her big toes were longer than the second toes, all her toes were of median size, instead of the chubby, short and uninviting toes of a small girl. Before I actually kissed them, I served myself by watching the scenario of this pair of spectacularly picturesque soles in my hands. One does not have much chance in his lifetime to enjoy such a spectacle in close quarter as in this occasion. I imbibed her intoxicating aroma until I was tipsy drunk before the third girl took her place.

She turned out to be Yenichka, or Yenina, the one I met at the door. Her soles were long and narrow and her toes were so long, almost like fingers. She held my nose with her toes and squeezed it. Before I could have a sniff between her toes, she flipped my mouth open with her other five fingers, or toes, and rubbed all her moist fragrance onto my lips. I believe such fragrance would stay on my lips for years. I played with all these ten crimson toe-pads like jewels until Tatiana pulled her away and took her place as my fourth playmate.

She was not plump at all without her heavily padded military uniform, but had rather a good model’s body of 34-23-36 at about five feet, seven, and a pair of high-arched feet with rosy-pink oval soles, and ten long, slender toes. Again, short big-toes and straight, long second toes. I fell on her feet and glued my mouth on her soft balls inhaling the pungent, musky, aroma to the full of my lungs.

“I used to run barefoot in the farm back in my hometown in Ukraine. It always took my mother half an hour every evening to pluck all the splinters off my soles. Do you feel the toughness of my soles?”

True, the crimson balls of her soles are full, fleshy and elastic at the touch of my lips, exuding a rich supply of musky moisture at a slight pressure. But I did not find any callous. She had, instead, quite smooth and supple skin in her balls, arches and heels.

The last was a tall and plump girl named Tanya. I was a bit exhausted, and did not think that I could enjoy the last one. But she woke me up by wrapping my face in her two broad soles like a blanket. She started to pump her aroma not only into my nostrils, but also to into all my sense terminals. I was overloaded by this sweet cloud enveloping my entire body while I voraciously kissed the rosy-soft balls of her wide soles. She giggled ticklishly when I moved my mouth down to the depression between her balls and arches. She tried to withdraw her feet, but I held them tight with my both hands. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes as if saying, “I give up! I let you to do whatever you want of me!”