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   The Polheim Chronicles
Copyright: cameljockey3 2012

   e-mail frangernor3@yahoo.com

   A tale of debauchery and lust; from a time when women and girls were
expected to say `No', or take what would surely be coming....regardless of
who they were, or how old.



   Based on a true story, as recounted to the author.    List of
Contents

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   Chapter 1- 8: The Story of Bettina & the Picture Book 3 Chapter 1: It's
Better Than Working 6 Chapter 2: Elizabeth's Fall From Grace 14 Chapter 3:
The Gentle Prostitute 27 Chapter 4: Elizabeth's First Time 31 Chapter 5:
Elizabeth Goes Shopping 34 Chapter 6: Katerina & the Baron 42 Chapter 7:
Bettina Takes a Trip 50 Chapter 8: Bettina & the Picture Book 63 Epilogue

     Surprisingly Bettina's story is true.  Or at least as true as
the memory of an eighty odd year old woman can be.  I've taken what she
told me and turned it into story format, with a few `artists liberties'
thrown in as far as the actual dialogue is concerned.  The rest of it,
however, is true.  How times have changed.

   Chapter One: `It's better than working!'

   'Well, I say!  Jolly well done and all that!  Don't get many pass the
old test first time, you know old man!' chortled Bertie Worcester's twin at
the Job Centre.  I shook his outstretched hand to accept his
congratulations.  I'd just successfully completed a three week course of
driving instruction paid for by a Government `re-training scheme' and I was
feeling quite chuffed with myself.

   Learning to drive a truck had never occurred to me before, but it was so
easy!  My instructor, Alan, had said I was 'a natural', though how you can
be, with something so un-natural as a truck escapes me.  None the less,
everyone seemed happy.  The driving school notched up another pass, the
instructor getting a nod of approval from his boss, because the Job Centre
could now justify its retraining course to the Department of Industry and
whatever else it has in its name.  The school would get more business
because the Job Centre was happy.  Me?  Mixed feelings.  My life of
subsidised leisure was over, at least for the moment.

   Fast forward to the following Monday.  Having a truck license puts
looking for a job in a different league to most other occupations.  No
searching through the notice boards for anything that might be suitable and
endless phone calls to try and get an interview.  Then having prospective
employers suck their teeth and tell you they were looking for someone with
more experience....  higher qualifications....  younger....  older.... 
anyway, you get the disheartening picture.  But not with a truck license.
Oh No!  As soon as I sat in front of her desk, the nice lady in the Job
Centre picked up her phone, dialled a number and the conversation went as
follows:
Hello, is that Mr.  Phillips?....  It's the Job Centre here, I have a
candidate for your vacancy....  yes, he has a class one license ....  I'll
ask him.' She put one hand over the mouthpiece of the receiver; `When can

you go for interview?' I shrugged my shoulders.  `Anytime.' `He says he can
come whenever you like.  OK, I'll tell him.  Bye.' She put the phone back
on its cradle and smiled at me.  `Go round to Baldwin Haulage in the
Station Yard, and ask for Mr.  Phillips.' She handed me a card, and off I
went.  No searching classified ads, no endless phone calls.  First phone
call and straight in.  An interview.  A sellers' market to be sure.

   An hour later, and we'd driven up the High Street and around the Park.
It was the first time I'd driven a lorry 'solo' as it were.  The guy
sitting next to me was certainly more aware of what I was doing than the
driving examiner.  That was just a driving test.  This was to see if I
could actually handle the big machine without costing his company a lot of
cash and him getting grief from his directors!  A far more rigorous
scrutiny.  I turned into the old Station Yard where their depot was.

   'Well, yer seem good enuff.  I reckon we can start yer off double
mannin' wiv Charlie.  Do a few trips ter get a bit of experience under yer
belt.  Know what I mean?' I smiled and he went on.  'Be in the office at
six on Monday.  Yer 'd better bring a sleepin' bag an' clobber fer four
days.  Yer off ter Paris.  Parlay voo Froggy?' He chuckled at his own
feeble joke and opened the cab door as we pulled up outside his Porta
Cabin. He paused as he saw my surprised expression.  'Er....Paris?' I
mumbled.  He grinned.  'Don't worry abaht it Andy, Bert'll show ya the
ropes....an it's betta than workin' fer a livin'.  Park 'er over by't pump
an come in.  Yer av' ter fill in some forms.'

   I was off the dole, and so fast it almost made me dizzy!  Off the dole
with a vengeance.  Paris!  C'est la Vie!

   Some months later, I was delivering a piece of farm machinery to an old
and very dog eared Manor House in Germany.  An ancient old crone, who was
called Bettina and seemed to be mother, grandmother, and general boss of
the whole family business, invited me to have dinner with her that night.
It was whilst I was munching my way through a massive apple strudel covered
with buckets of cream, that she asked me what my wife thought of me being
away all the time.  Hearing that I lived on my own, she said she was
surprised.  Surely a good looking boy (!) like me would have no trouble
finding a wife?  'No!  Oh No!  I'm divorced, and once was enough for me!' I
exclaimed.  'But a man has needs....there must be someone?' I studied the
girl waiting to clear away my plate.  A lovely young, blonde, German girl.
Seventeen or eighteen and quite delicious.  'Maybe you just need to be
introduced to a nice girl!' she grinned at me and then at the blonde girl.
Blondie blushed.  So did I.  'Er, not really, I'm quite organised, thank
you!' Blonde girl's blush deepened with embarrassment.  Grandma's eyebrows
went up.  'Oh!  I see!  Got the local girls on the run have you?' Her
expression softened, and a faraway look came into her eyes.  'There was a
man who was just like you when I was a girl.  Just thirteen I was....' She
looked over to a glass cabinet.  Inside was a large green leather bound
book.  On one side of it was a faded sepia photograph of a young man with a
moustache wearing a soldier's uniform.  On the opposite side was another
photo, but of an older man, wearing a high collar and a Homburg hat.  She
motioned to the blonde girl, who took away my now empty plate.

   'Would you like to hear a story?' Bettina the Ancient asked.  'Yes, why
not?  About the two over there in the photos is it?' She smiled and her
head bobbed ever so slightly.  'Let me tell you about the Baron, a
debaucher of women and young girls...'

   Oh Yes!  Love a good story, me!  Here's the story of Bettina and the
Picture Book.

     Chapter Two: Elizabeth's Fall from Grace.

   The early morning spring sunshine lights up a pretty country scene. 
Deep in the German heartland whitewashed cottages line a neat and tidy
village street.

   An elegant and well-dressed Elizabeth Schmidt is in the local shop to
buy provisions, but times are very difficult, and even though she trims her
shopping list to the bare minimum, she finds that she doesn't have enough
money.  Prices seem to be rising by the day and her account at the shop is
already too much for her to pay.  The shop keeper, Helmut Schuster, eyes
his hesitant and slightly flustered customer with a frown.  'Is there a
problem, Elizabeth?' 'I seem to be a little short of cash, Herr
Schuster....' 'A frequent predicament, it seems, my dear.' She blushes
deeply.  What he says is true, she has often asked him for credit, and she
knows that she owes him a substantial amount of money.  Her embarrassment
is acute.

   'Would you be, er, open to a suggestion to, er, resolve the problem?' He
asks her.  His voice is quiet, She looks at him with interest in her eyes.
He continues.  'Living alone, as I do, I, er, find the lack of female
company, er, somewhat, er, shall we say.....frustrating?' Elizabeth still
says nothing.  The grocer smiles weakly.  'A few groceries would be gladly
given in return for a little, er, how can I put it...  physical comfort?'

   She doesn't understand at first, but then it dawns on her he wants to
have sex with her.  He wants her to pay for her groceries with sex!  'Herr
Schuster!  I....  that is....' She begins to complain at his forwardness,
but even as she speaks, she has a feeling, deep down inside, that unless
Bettina and she want to go hungry, there is nothing she can do but agree to
his request.  She goes quiet and stares at the floor for a minute. 
Desperately she tries to think if there is another way to raise some cash.
'I suppose it's a reasonable offer, Herr Schuster.  From your point of
view, at least, but is a basket of groceries really the price of a woman's
honour these days?' A tear wells up and trickles down her cheek.  'My dear
Elizabeth....' he is embarrassed himself now and in an attempt to lift the
situation, says, 'of course not!  Especially one so lovely and delightful
as your good self!  I would consider your debt to me to be paid in full!'
He bites his lip.  He had not meant to be so generous.  'If I agree, when
would we....' she leaves the unutterable question unsaid.  `Any time you
wish.  Tonight would be most acceptable....' he says hopefully.  Elizabeth
studies the floor again.  She feels trapped, but the offer solves one of
her greatest problems.  Anyway, she reasons, he's only a man.  No different
to Herman, her poor dead husband.  How she misses him.  His gentle touch in
the darkness, the comforting feel of his body next to hers in the night. 
Even the weight of him as he lay on her breathing heavily and kissing her
neck as he....she snaps back to the reality of the present.  She had made
up her mind.  'I'll be here just after dark.  But I can't stay too long,
Bettina will be on her own....' 'Er....of course....shall we say....an
hour?' Elizabeth stares at him wide eyed.  'An hour?' She stops herself. 
How long did she expect it to take?  'Oh...er...yes...of course....whatever
is necessary....'

   On her way home, her mind races over the conversation she has just had
with the grocer.  'Oh my God!  He'll want me naked....and what if I become
pregnant!' She wishes she'd filled her basket up a little more.  She tries
not to think about it.  'Just get on with things as normal, after all, its
not as though I'm a little girl!' she consoles herself.

   A little after seven that evening, Elizabeth presented herself at Herr
Schuster's door.  He ushers her quickly into the shop, locking the door
behind her.

   'Please, come into the house.' He leads her through the storeroom and up
the flight of wooden stairs to the small apartment he has over the shop. 
Elizabeth casts a disapproving eye over the distinctly untidy living room.
Despite her nervousness, she can't help but reprove him for his untidy
house.  'A person would not have to know you were unmarried, Herr Schuster.
This room speaks for itself.  A woman's hand is very obviously absent!'

   'Alas, my dear Elizabeth, you are so right.  A situation you may care to
consider, perhaps....?' She looked at him, his words startling her.  'In
what way, Herr Schuster?' His face had turned a deep red!  Was he proposing
she should clean for him....or....?  'Er, no matter....' He struggled to
regain control of the situation.  After all, she was here at his
request....for his money....she was the one serving him this time!  'Would
you like a cup of tea?  Or should we just....er....get on with it?' This
time he sounded more assertive, a little more confident.  'Perhaps a cup of
tea would be a good thing, Herr Schuster.  I feel just a little shaky, to
be honest.  Nerves, you understand.'

   Helmut Schuster smiled and nodded.  This was more like it He liked a
shy, nervous woman.  Much better than those brazen strumpets in Frankfurt.
'Now why don't you slip out of that dress, whilst I put the kettle on. 
'Shan't be a minute!'

   He vanished through a door at the back of the room.  Elizabeth chewed
her bottom lip.  It was now or never!  But she couldn't go back.  She'd
already agreed, and she'd taken the groceries that afternoon as well.  She
was committed.  With trembling fingers she began to unbutton her dress. 
The small whalebone buttons seemed so tiny now.  From somewhere close by
came the sound of a whistling kettle.  She undid the last one.  The sound
of clinking china accompanied the sound of her dress as it rustled to the
floor.  She stepped out of it just as Herr Schuster reappeared.

   He put the tea tray on the table and came over to her.  She noticed
small beads of sweat on his brow as his hands reached out towards her.  He
hauled her chemise over her head, and stared at her naked breasts.  His
hands trembled slightly as he fumbled with the silk cord that secured her
knee length knickers.  She noted the bulge in his trousers as she stepped
out of them.  She was completely naked, available for his eyes to finish
their inspection of her body.  'My God, Elizabeth!' he breathed.  'You're
as lovely a woman as ever walked this village!' She stood there, still as a
statue as he stripped away his clothing.  Her eyes took in his slightly
bulging belly.  His rigid penis sprang up as he pushed down his trousers.It
settled, pointing straight out towards her.  She noted with relief that he
was circumcised.  She had worried that an uncircumcised Helmut may be an
unpleasant experience.  Her circumcised husband had been meticulous with
his personal hygiene, and had explained to her the difference between cut
and uncut men.  He had outlined the problems that an infrequently washed,
uncircumcised penis could pose!.

   The grocer stepped nearer to her, his hands settling on her waist.  She
could smell him.  Not unpleasant.  Something akin to cloves and....was that
lavender?  The butterflies in her belly settled a little.  She felt herself
relax as he gently pulled her to him, his smell seemed to act as a
narcotic, permeating her senses and soothing her fears.  His hairless chest
brushed her nipples, then pressed against her breasts.  She could feel his
penis pressing between her thighs, anxious to get access to her.  'Herr
Schuster....I....' 'Quiet my dear, just relax and go along with me....' He
manoeuvred her across the room, '....here....on the sofa....' He laid her
down on the big velvet sofa under the window.

   Moonlight dappled her body, the shadow of the lace curtains
criss-crossing her bare torso.  Helmut knelt on the floor beside her, his
hands running over her flesh.  He bent his head to suckle on the large
round nipples, now beginning to harden, that tipped her large breasts.  She
winced as forgotten feelings coursed through her.  She was shocked at how
easily his hand slid between her thighs, his probing fingers looking for
her sex, hidden amongst her dark pubic hair.  She was also surprised how
easily those probing fingers slid into her, and at how wet she was. 
Feelings that had lain dormant in her for many months began to stir.  She
did not resist as he pushed her knees apart, opening her legs wide.  Panic
suddenly hit her as she realised his tongue was now playing along her slit.
She drew her thighs together, but his hands firmly prised them apart again.

   'Now now, Elizabeth, remember, just go along with me....relax and let me
get on with it!' His tongue resumed it's ministrations.  He pushed her left
leg off the sofa, placing her foot on the ground, her right one he rested
on the back of the sofa.  She felt extremely vulnerable, spread-eagled as
she was.  Pulses of feeling began to run up and down her body.  His tongue
was playing havoc!  'Please, don't do that....' He lifted his head and
smiled.  'I was just about to stop, actually!' He hauled himself to his
feet and straddled her.  His cock bobbed in front of her face.  Apparently
her husband was not the only man who expected her to ply her mouth for his
pleasure.  She closed her eyes and parted her lips.  She felt the smooth
fleshiness of his cock on her lips as he pushed it into her mouth. 
Obediently she ran her tongue around the head of it, tasting the slight
drop of salty fluid that had eased its way from the depths of his balls. 
For a minute she sucked as her husband had taught her.  Her hand gently
massaging, her lips and tongue teasing and sucking.

   She did not open her eyes until he pulled away from her.  She watched
him position himself, one knee on the sofa, one foot on the floor.  He
lifted her legs, his hands under her knees.  His penis, stiff as a poker,
pointing up, his balls flopping against her bottom.  Without thinking she
took hold of his cock and positioned it at the entrance to her vagina.  He
grinned at her, then pushed.  Elizabeth cried out as the grocer took her in
one smooth movement.  She had forgotten how it felt when a man entered her.
Herr Schuster's cock reminded her in full as with one easy movement he
filled her with it.  He bent over her, his hips beginning a relentless
motion that the fire building within her told her could only end one way.
She pushed against him, gripping his arms as he began to fuck her. 
Slightly embarrassed, but unable to control herself, she began to move
against him, little cries of passion escaping her lips when their bodies
clashed a little too hard!  She gave up any pretence of reluctance and
hooked her hands over his shoulders to gain a good purchase, then she began
to fuck back in earnest.

   It had been a long time since her husband had left for the front. 
Almost three years, and now the grocer was driving into her, releasing all
that supressed sexuality and hidden frustration.  He fucked into her with
animal ferocity that was met with an equal vigour by Elizabeth as she
strove to reach her orgasm.  Suddenly she felt his semen, warm and filling
as it invaded her.  She pushed hard against him, her clitoris grinding
against his pubic bone.  She exploded in a flash of noisy passion that
wracked her body with spasms of ecstasy!  Three long years of faithful
abstinence and frustration washed away on a flood of the shopkeeper's
semen. She fell back panting.  The grocer was fighting for breath and
clinging onto the back of the sofa.  The look on his face told her that her
grocery bill was well paid!

   'I think our tea is going cold....' Elizabeth said, looking up at him
and smiling for the first time.  Helmut grinned back at her and struggled
to his feet.  She studied him as he made his way to the table to pour their
refreshment.  His buttocks were pleasantly firm, even if his belly was a
little too big.  His hair was thinning, and he generally had the air of a
middle-aged man, but he was undeniably agreeable.  Especially so now that
she had sampled the goods (so to speak!) that he had to offer!

   He turned to bring the two cups over to the sofa.  Her eyes took in his
now flaccid penis.  It hung before two rather large (she thought)
testicles. It was only now that she realised his penis was somewhat bigger
than her husband's had been.  She sat up, and cascading semen indicated
just how big Helmut's balls must be!  'Please, a towel, or the sofa will be
ruined!' She pleaded.  He laughed.  'Women, bless them, always got one eye
to the house!' He brought the requested article from the kitchen and
watched as she tidied herself and mopped up his semen.

   'Thank you Elizabeth.  You'll never know how good that was for me.' His
face had settled into a soft and almost caring expression.  'I think I do,
if what you left me with was any measure!' They laughed together, the
atmosphere now more comfortable between them.  Having shared the
embarrassment of the 'first time' and being witness to each other's
orgasms, an intimacy had taken over their previously formal relationship.
As she lifted the tea cup to her lips she noticed his penis was stiffening,
growing back to its former glory!.  A twinge of expectancy rippled out from
her vagina.  The prospect of coupling with him again was not unpleasant,
but her legs however were still complaining at the treatment he had given
them.  Single for so long, she was unaccustomed to having her thighs spread
so far and having her knees pressed so close to her ears!  She put down her
cup.

   'I see that you would like me to stay a little longer.' He smiled and
said, 'Well....I had hoped that we could do it again?' She nodded, somewhat
reluctantly.  He had, after all, asked for an hour of her time, and she had
not objected 'Very well.  I'm sure you'll excuse me....  'She knelt on the
floor, her elbows on the cushions of the sofa.  '....but this would be far
less stressful to my muscles.' He chuckled loudly as he moved behind her,
grasping her hips, bending his knees, lowering himself so that his cock
slid downwards between her buttocks until the head of it slipped easily
into her hot, wet vagina.  A sigh escaped his lips as he settled into her
once more, gently flowing in and out of her, taking advantage of the time
remaining to him.

   For twenty minutes they fucked.  Him behind her, her on top of him. 
With no though to modesty, no hint of embarrassment as they took from each
other what they wanted.  Fondling, sucking, touching and watching.  Tasting
each other's body fluids, stimulating each other until his orgasm once
again echoed through the room.  Totally sated, the grocer peeled himself
off Elizabeth.

   He lay naked on the floor watching her get dressed.  She surveyed him
with a distinct twinkle in her eyes, and a teasing smile about her mouth.
'Are you done with my poor body, you insatiable man?!  May I go, or do you
wish to ravish me some more?' 'I just wish I had the strength to ravish you
indefinitely!  My dear Elizabeth, if you ever want one, I will gladly be
your husband.  Gladly and without reservation.  You were born to be a man's
mate, no woman ever more qualified!' 'You flatter me, but I fear it was an
offer made in the aftermath of pleasure!  Your common sense overwhelmed by
your manhood!' She looked at him.  He had meant it.  She had to admit to
herself it had been a very pleasant interlude, apparently much needed, even
for her.

   'Will you come to me again?  If I cannot have you all the time, please
let me have you once a week, at least!' 'You want me to come here for this
every week?' 'You'll never be short of anything my shop has to offer if you
do!' Elizabeth thought it over for a second or two.  This would mean that
the constant trouble and strain of finding their next meal was over.  She
could get almost all the benefits of having a husband, but none of the
trouble.  Feed her little girl and herself, and all she had to do was be
pleasured by him!.  Immoral it may be, but it was a very appealing idea! 
'Today is Tuesday, Herr Schuster....' she smiled at him, 'please expect me
next Monday evening, at seven, for an hour.' He hugged her and kissed her
on the mouth.  'Oh!  Elizabeth!  What a long week it will be!  Unless of
course you wish to call earlier?  Just let me know!' She had never seen him
look so happy!  Men were truly strange creatures, driven by their libido
and nothing else!  'I am relying on your promise....you did say....' He cut
her short.  'Anytime you need something, just send Bettina or come
yourself, I shall be as good as my word, I promise you!' And indeed he was.

   It was with a light step that Elizabeth Schmidt made her way home.  And
on Monday evenings she clung to her grocer as tight as she could as he
grunted and humped his way happily to her orgasm.  Little did she realise
where this arrangement would take her, and how it would affect her young
daughter, Bettina.    Chapter Three: The Gentle Prostitute

   Some weeks later, Helmut asked Elizabeth if she would like to earn a
little money.  'By what means Helmut?' 'A travelling salesman visits me
once a month, and stays at the night at a local hotel.  Would you like to
have him stay at your house instead?' 'We have no spare room in our little
house.' 'I know.  But he'll pay handsomely if he can share your bed!'
Helmut replies with a grin.  She is shocked by what he proposes!  Elizabeth
replies indignantly, 'Herr Schuster, a liaison with you is one thing, but
this....' 'What I suggest my dear Elizabeth, is something I am sure you
will not regret.  Unless I am very much mistaken, the money will be well
placed, giving you and Bettina some of the things in life that make this
miserable existence a more comfortable experience' Elizabeth's face softens
a little.  'And just how much would that be?' 'Leave that to me my dear. 
You just give him dinner, breakfast and take him to your bed for what a man
needs most, eh?' He says with a conspiratorial grin.  'I'll guarantee
you'll be satisfied....with the money at least!' 'Herr Schuster!!'
exclaimed Elizabeth.  'Agreed then?  Good!  Come and see me as soon as he
leaves!'

   Later that week, the salesman turns up at her door.  She is impressed by
his good manners, and leads the way into her little house, desperately
hoping none of her neighbours have seen him.  Bettina is a little surprised
when she comes home to find the man sitting at the dinner table with them.

   Her mother tells her that he will be staying the night, but that she
should not tell anyone as 'evil tongues are always looking for gossip...'
Bettina can't help wondering where this man is going to sleep.  Later that
night, Elizabeth lay on her back staring up at her bedroom ceiling.  Mr. 
Poppel was certainly a fit and active man!  She had not really enjoyed the
experience of him chewing her nipples or squeezing her breasts as hard as
he did, nor had she been impressed by his small penis, but his frenzied and
prolonged thrusting between her thighs had brought her to a sudden and
unexpected orgasm.  She was amazed by her capacity to experience such acute
pleasure at the hands, so to speak, of a complete stranger!  Her first
encounter with Herr Schuster's manhood, and the pleasure that had given
her, she had put down to many months of abstinence.  It seemed, however,
that she was capable of reaching a climax with any man!  'How awful,' she
thought, 'what a truly amoral woman I must be.' Even so, a small smile
spread across her face as she settled down to sleep beside the gently
snoring salesman.

   The following morning, at the breakfast table, Herr Poppel gives Bettina
a bar of chocolate.  A rarity in Germany at the time, and totally unknown
to Bettina.  She is awestruck, and thanks him profusely.  She eagerly asks
if he will be coming again.  He tells her he will be here the same time
next month, if it is alright with her Mother?  Bettina is delighted when
her blushing Mother nods in agreement.  As soon as breakfast is over, Herr
Poppel leaves, and Bettina's mother tells her she is 'just popping out for
a minute or two.'

   'Good Morning Elizabeth!  How are you this morning?' Helmut beams at
her. She blushes at the knowledge that he knows what she has been doing the
previous evening.  He holds out a bundle of notes to her.  She takes them
and counts them.  Helmut laughs at the expression on her face!  'More than
you thought, eh?  Good!  I told you you'd be satisfied!  How was Herr
Poppel?  Put a smile on your face did he?' Elizabeth ignored his teasing.
'I'm surprised men will pay so much for their pleasures!' 'Don't
underestimate yourself, Elizabeth!  Many a man would pay that, aye, and
more, to sample that body of yours!  There's one man in particular I know
who would dearly love to pay for that exquisite pleasure!' Elizabeth looked
at the money in her hand.  Hers for nothing more than she had done for her
husband for years.

   'There is another man you wish me to sleep with?' The grocer eyed her
nervously.  This could go either way!.  She could turn out to be a good
thing for him.  His cut of the fee he had charged the salesman would keep
him in beer for a week.  One or two more regulars, and he'd be doing very
nicely out of her!  'Of course not!  I don't want you to do it with anyone
but me!  Every night!  All the time!  I was only thinking of you....it's
all good money you know....' Elizabeth inwardly questioned the fact that it
was good money, but money it certainly was.  Much needed money at that. 
'And who is this person?' 'Well you see, it's very delicate.... 
confidential like....  yes, most important, confidentiality....' 'That,
Helmut, goes both ways.  I am a respected person hereabouts, a respectable
woman and regular church goer.' 'Yes....in fact, Father Jacob did mention
you when he came in for his tobacco yesterday.' 'Did he?  What did he
say....' his eyes gave her the news.  '....you mean he.....No!.....He's a
priest!' 'He's a man just like the rest of us Elizabeth!  Asking about your
situation he was.  I told him you were a widow woman, single and available
as a respectable widow might be.' She eyed him sternly.  'And what else did
you tell him?' 'Oh well, you see, he pointed out to me that as a man of the
Catholic Church, he was forbidden to marry.' 'And.....' 'Then I asked him
if he was asking about you in a different manner!  We men know each other
you see, my dear' Elizabeth half expected what was coming next.  'He said
that such a woman as you must be lonely, having had the comfort of a
husband.  That these times must be hard dreadfully hard for a widow.' 'So
you told him what, precisely?' 'That I'd have a word with you, and see if
an agreement could be reached, assuring you both some comfort and benefit'
She was appalled.  The priest!  The one man who should be above the
pleasures of the flesh.  She was also a little panic stricken.  'But he
knows me!  What if he should say something to someone?' she blurted out. 
'Now calm yourself!  Shush!  No need to worry....he's the last person on
earth to say anything.  Think about it.' She thought for a moment.  It was
true.  The priest could afford to lose his reputation even less than she.
'You could have that amount....' he gestured towards the money in her hand,
'every week' Elizabeth thought about this too.  'Every week?'

   'Absolutely; twice when Herr Poppel comes to town.  The Priest won't
stay overnight either, nor will he eat anything.  Shall I tell him to call
on you one day?  Say, Tuesday, or maybe better if it's Wednesday, eh?'
Elizabeth nodded dumbly.  Sadness overtook her as she realised the truth
about herself.  She was a prostitute.  A whore no better than the street
girls in Frankfurt or Mainz, and worst of all, she thought to herself, 'I
even seem to enjoy doing it!' 'Would you mind making the arrangements as
before?  I don't think I could speak about money to him....' This, of
course, was just what Helmut had hoped for.  'Of course.  I shall give him
a note to bring to you, to confirm the transaction....'

   A few days later, Bettina is surprised when the village priest, Father
Jacob, comes to call.  She has only seen him in Church, and he has never
called at their house before.  The priest gives her Mum a letter, then her
mother tells her to go out to play for an hour.

   The priest becomes a regular weekly visitor to their house, and the
salesman comes to stay one night a month.  Mr.  Schuster comes to visit
too, sometimes.  Bettina begins to suspect that something she ought to know
about is going on!

   One evening, just after supper, a man Bettina has never seen before
knocks on their door.  He seems somewhat surprised when she answers the
door.  'Are you Elizabeth?' He asks with a smile.  Bettina explains that
Elizabeth is her mother.  He then enquires if her mother is at home. 
Bettina invites him in and runs upstairs to get her Mum, who is in her
bedroom.  She then makes a pretence of going to her room when her mother
goes down stairs.  She listens at the top of the stairs to the conversation
taking place below.

   'Good evening my dear.  The shopkeeper tells me that a gentleman may
find lodgings here' Elizabeth is rather shocked by the fact that this man,
a total stranger, may know she 'entertains' men.  'And what else did he
tell you, Sir?' 'He said I should give you this note, and that good food
and a comfortable bed would be provided, with good honest company for the
night to warm a man's heart' At the top of the stairs, Bettina's jaw
dropped open!  Another man staying overnight?  She listens intently. 
Downstairs, Elizabeth surveys the stranger.  He seemed respectable.  In
fact, his clothing gave the impression that he was in fact, a man of
substance.  A man with money.

   'The grocer said I should give him the fee.  I presume that is in
order?' Elizabeth flushed and nodded in response.  'This must be a very
good hostelry indeed, to command such high prices.' Elizabeth dropped her
gaze.  How much had he paid, she wondered?  'There is no doubt a lady such
as yourself merits such a price.' He paused for a moment.  'It will, I am
sure, be a pleasure and good value for money.  Even to one who as I, who
is, shall we say, the most demanding of clients.' Elizabeth looked at his
eyes.  They sparkled with a mischievous light.  'Demanding, Sir?' 'Oh!  Yes
my dear, such prices dictate that nothing is denied me.' She thought of the
possibilities.  Vague tales of sadistic sexual practices came to her mind.
She hastily changed the subject.  'Let me introduce myself.  My name is
Elizabeth Schmidt.' 'And I, dear lady, am Maximillian von Langsdorf.' he
said taking her proffered hand.

   Elizabeth started at him.  The name was not unfamiliar to her.  'Baron
von Langsdorf?' She had heard of this man and his reputation as a rich and
womanising landowner.  He owned the house that Bettina's friend, Katerina,
lived in.  And Elizabeth suspected that Katarina's mother, a young and
beautiful widow, often paid her rent in much the same way as she herself
paid for her groceries.  'The very same, Frau Schmidt.' 'Please, call me
Elizabeth.  I'm afraid you will find our house very humble, Sir.  I am just
a poor widow, struggling to support myself and my daughter.' 'A friendly
house, especially one with a welcoming bed, is the finest abode a man could
wish for, and this is, I have no doubt, such a house.' 'You are too kind
Baron.  But please, make yourself at home.' He sat down in one of the two
small armchairs, not taking his eyes off Elizabeth.  'Would you care for
some tea....?' 'No thank you.  But tell me....the young lady that let me
in....she is your daughter?'

   'Yes, Bettina.' 'A charming young lady, if I may say so.' Elizabeth
feels a moment of anxiety as this infamous man comments on her little
Bettina.  'Shall we go upstairs my dear, or do you need a little more
time?' 'No, no....well....er....' She paused, composing herself.  She had
been rather overtaken by events, and was rather unprepared for his request.
'Please come with me.' She turned and made for the stairs.

   At the top of the stairs, Bettina slipped into her room and quietly
closed the door.  She heard the two adults come upstairs, and when her
mother's bedroom door closed, she crept out onto the landing and listened
to what was going on.

   'Let me help you with that....there.....and this.....no, no, let me do
that....' Then a silence for a few minutes, then, 'Shall we dispense with
those knickers now?  There....my word Elizabeth, what a fine example of
womanhood you are!'

   Bettina was horrified!  Her mother had just been undressed by this man!.
Even her knickers!  Then something came into the back of her mind. 
Something she had learned at school.  Something about babies.  How men and
women....Sex!  That was it!  Her mother was going to have sex with this
man. Bettina glued her ear to the door.  This was too good to miss.  Inside
the bedroom the voices had dropped to a much lower level.  She could hear
the man again.

   'Ah!  Yes!  Very good!  No, no.  Not yet....suck a little longer my
dear, suck a little longer....thats it....Ahhh!!!' Bettina was puzzled. 
Suck?  She couldn't remember anything about sucking in the biology lesson.
What had that got to do with sex?  All was quiet for a few minutes, then
she heard her mother's voice.  'Shall I get on top, Baron?' The man
answered.  'Yes, well done....very thoughtful.  Put it in will you?'
Bettina's eyes widened.  The man had put his thing in her Mum.  No!  Her
Mum had.  She listened intently, her ears picking up the sound of the
creaking bed and the laboured breathing.  She had seen dogs doing it, and
had once seen a bull with a cow, so she now realised that the bed was
creaking because the man was pushing in and out of her Mum.  Wait a minute
though; her Mum was on top, so that must mean....her Mum was doing it.  A
few minutes later Bettina was a little concerned by the grunts and groans
of the man, and the funny squeaking noises her Mum was making.  What on
earth was going on?  Was he hurting her Mum?  Suddenly all was quiet again,
and after a few moments she heard the gentle breathing that told her that
someone had fallen asleep.  She crept back to her bedroom, her head full of
the mysterious and wonderful sounds that she had heard as her Mum and the
stranger had sex.  She climbed into her little bed and as she closed her
eyes, her little fingers slipped between her legs, her mind running over
the events of the evening.  What, she wondered, did it feel like to have a
man's thing inside you?  A few minutes later she drifted off to sleep on
the gentle waves of a diminishing adolescent orgasm.

   Back in the bedroom, Maximillian was stirring.  'Now my dear, shall we
give Max the little extra he has paid for, hmmm?' Elizabeth felt a cold
shiver run up her spine.  'What...do you want to do?' 'Just get on your
hands and knees, and relax, hmmm?' Elizabeth did as he asked.  She bit her
lip as she felt his tongue lapping around her anus, gentle probing,
wetting, lubricating.  So that was what he wanted.

   'Please don't hurt me Sir....no one has ever done that to me before....'
'Don't you worry, Elizabeth!' His finger probed and pushed.  'Push like
you're giving birth, and all will be well' Again she did as she was bid,
and was surprised to find that his finger slipped into her anus without any
trouble.  He worked his finger around for a minute, then pulled it out of
her.  She immediately felt the head of his cock replace his finger, and he
said, 'Push again, that's it, a little more...!' This time, despite her
pushing, she felt the discomfort of her anal virginity being taken.  His
penis was long, and he slowly worked it in and out of her bottom. 
Gradually the discomfort faded, and she began to relax a little. 
'Wonderful my dear Elizabeth!  Wonderful!  So tight......So virginal!' He
gripped her buttocks and his action both lengthened and quickened over the
next few minutes.  Then she felt the familiar warmth filling her.

   'Well, that was alright wasn't it?  And well worth the price if I may
say so!' He lay back on the pillow.  'Breakfast included is it?' and
promptly fell asleep.  Elizabeth lay there for a minute, her anus trickling
semen.  She tensed as it tickled her, and promptly embarrassed herself with
a loud and wet fart.

   Bettina was up early.  She spread a cloth on the table and laid out
breakfast for three, as she had when Herr Poppel had stayed.  Then it hit
her.  Of course!  Herr Poppel had slept with her Mum too.  He must have had
sex with her as well.

   Baron Maximillian von Langsdorf was, at that moment, lying back on the
pillow, watching Elizabeth impale herself on his cock.  She was kneeling
astride him, her hands on his hips, lowering herself onto him.  He looked
her up and down, taking in her large breasts with their big nipples, then
down at the bush of black hair that his cock was disappearing into.  He
studied her face, unlined, framed by her long dark hair as it cascaded over
her shoulders.  She was a lovely woman indeed.  And judging by the way she
now moved back and forth on his cock, a woman just born to be a whore.

   'Do you have many clients, Elizabeth?' he asked.  For a second she
paused, and he saw anger flash into her eyes.  But it passed as quickly as
it came, and she resumed her movement.  'No Sir, I have three gentlemen
callers, all single and men of good manners, that regularly call upon me. I
like to think that we all benefit from the arrangement.' 'I see.  So you
are in fact, shall we say, more of a courtesan, a mistress to several men
rather than, er....anything else?' 'You may call me a whore, Baron, as in
truth, that is what I have become.' He closed his eyes, and Elizabeth felt
his hips rise up to meet her, and immediately felt the wetness of his
ejaculation.  Her words had pushed him over the edge of control, and had
triggered his orgasm.  The Baron, Elizabeth mused, was one of those men who
liked to hear lewdness as well as partaking of it.

   Bettina had been in the little pantry at the side of the kitchen, where
she had been organising breakfast.  When she came into the living room, she
found the stranger seated at the table.  'Good morning, young lady!  My
name is Max.  And what may I call you?' Asked the Baron.  'My name is
Bettina, Sir.' she replied.  She stepped up to the table, placing a jug of
milk in the centre of it.  As she leaned across the table she felt the
Baron's hand on the back of her knee.  She turned slightly and looked at
him.  He just smiled, and slipped it a little higher, fondling her
buttocks. Bettina stood up.  'Well Bettina, I see you look after your
guests very well!  You are a credit to your mother.' Bettina felt his
fingers curl around her upper thigh, squeezing her leg through the cotton
of her knickers, pulling her towards him, trapping her against his side.

   'It's good manners to look after people in your house, Sir.' Something
in her head told her to move, to get away from his hands.  Something else,
curiosity, perhaps, told her not to move.  The curiosity won.  Bettina saw
the Baron's eyes drop down to her chest, inspecting the little breasts that
had recently begun to signal to the world that her body was going to be
that of a woman soon.

   'Good manners and beautiful as well!  My, my Bettina, what a lovely girl
you are.' Bettina blushed deeply.  Other people had told her in the past
that she was lovely, but that had been different!  They were aunts or women
in the village.  Not grown men who had their hand up her dress.  Bettina
started slightly as she realised his fingers were gently massaging her, and
in the same way she had massaged herself last night.

   The Baron felt a damp spot on the cotton material he had in his hand. 
His smiled broadened.  'And so grown up too....  very grown up for your
age! Just how old are you, Bettina?' She moved back a step, away from his
touch.  'I'm twelve Sir, soon to be thirteen.' 'Ah!  A young woman, indeed!
And taking after your mother, no doubt!' Bettina frowned.  She wasn't sure
what he meant.  It was at that moment that Elizabeth swept into the room.
She eyed the Baron suspiciously.  'Bettina has been looking after me....'
he said, pouring tea from the little china teapot that Bettina had so
carefully filled from the big kettle on the kitchen stove a few minutes
before....'she does you credit.  And beautiful as well.  You must be very
proud of her.'

   Elizabeth looked at her daughter.  For the first time she saw her as
more than a baby.  Of course, she had seen Bettina begin to develop
breasts. She was planning to tell her about men and babies soon.  But this
was different.  This man wasn't commenting on a child.  He called Bettina
by name; he looked her in the eye as he spoke about her.  He was talking
about Bettina as though she was a woman.

   Elizabeth caught her breath as she saw the expression on her daughter's
face.  Bettina was flushed, and smiling, her eyes were sparkling!  And she
was returning the Baron's gaz.  Elizabeth felt panic rising in her!  Her
little girl was flirting with this man!  'Bettina....go and tidy your
room....then go to the dairy for some more milk, please.' Bettina's face
fell.  'Yes, Mother.' she said in a desultory tone.  She went upstairs and
began her morning chores.

   Maximillian von Langsdorf turned on his chair to face Elizabeth. 
'Bettina is a beautiful girl, just at that stage where innocence thrives
and sexuality breathes the first breath of its life!  A veritable gemstone
of femininity!' 'How can you talk like that!' Elizabeth retorted.  'She's
only a child.  She has nothing for a man to take interest in.' 'My dear
Elizabeth!' he exclaimed, 'How wrong you are!  Abbots hang themselves from
the beams of monasteries because of girls like Bettina.  Kings go to war
with each other over the delights such a girl has to offer.  Do you know
nothing of men?' 'But she is only a child.  Not yet thirteen!' She was
confused and anxious.  'Ah!  Child?  Nonsense.  Didn't you see her
positively wallowing in female self-indulgence as I spoke about her.  She
loved being called beautiful.  She gazed into my eyes like a mesmerised
fawn as I complimented her.  At this very moment her hormones are raging
like a furnace.  Her ears will be pink until lunch time!' 'Your imagination
is over wrought, Sir.' She began to turn from defence to attack.  'I am
sure no decent man would think of Bettina as....well....as a....' The Baron
cut her short.  'A woman?  A desirable female to be bedded?  You are
seriously mistaken Elizabeth.  Many men, myself included, would give their
eye teeth to introduce Bettina to the delights of love.' Elizabeth stared
at him.  He wanted Bettina?  'You would....' struggling with the whole
concept she could hardly find words to speak.  He spoke in a low urgent
tone.  'Without hesitation.  And I promise you, I will if the opportunity
arises.  And I'd pay handsomely to be given that opportunity.  Ten times
more than I paid for your company, Elizabeth!  And that's a fact.'

   Elizabeth stared at him, open mouthed.  'But...but....that would
be.....' she stammered.  The amount he suggested was a month's wages or
more for a working man.  To Elizabeth in her impoverished circumstances, a
veritable fortune 'Are you suggesting that I should....  prostitute....  my
daughter?!' Her voice was a whisper.  'Such an ugly word!' cried the Baron.
'No!  But would you rather she discovered her sexuality with some uncouth
farm boy, who roughly handles her in a barn some day?  Surely it's better
that she is introduced to the ways of the world by someone caring and
gentle?  For be assured Elizabeth, it will be one or the other, for nature
will not be denied, and Bettina has real blood in her veins, as I'm sure we
both saw.'

   The Baron had gambled.  Either she would throw him out in a fit of
protective rage, or she would consider.  And she had not thrown him out
yet. He advanced his case.  'Here, take this and buy Bettina some new
clothes.' He placed some banknotes on the table.  'Take it as a gift for
her.  Free of obligation.'

   Elizabeth sat down heavily on the chair next to the Baron.  Her face was
pale, her breathing fast and shallow.  She was shocked by his proposition.
Why would a man want to pay so much for a little girl, when so many grown
women, herself included, were available to him?  She really could not
understand men.

   She could however, understand the amount of money that had been
mentioned.  'I could not Sir....Your charity does you credit, but....' he
interrupted her.  'Nonsense!  Can a man not see his mistress's children
well turned out?  For make no mistake Elizabeth, I am now your fourth
gentleman caller.' 'I really couldn't take....' she stammered.  He
interrupted her again.  'I shall send what I think fit then.  But I think
it would be better all round if you were to supervise the matter.  I am not
familiar with ladies clothing, nor the sizes involved.  I understand them
only to be complicated, confusing and....' he added with a broad smile,
'....far too difficult to remove!' 'Well, I suppose....in that case....'
'Good!  The matter is resolved.' He added a few more notes to the heap. 
'Shoes and accessories too.  She must not be understated.' Elizabeth looked
at him with a puzzled expression.  He explained.  'A matter of personal
pride, you see.  I will not have half measures, nor second best.  I have my
standards, and I insist they are maintained.  And that extends to any lady
that I have the honour to have....er....well, to have!' Elizabeth tidied up
the bank notes and took them to the little table in the corner of the room.
Without counting them she put them in the draw.  'Very well Baron.  Thank
you.  I shall see to it.' 'I am welcome to call again, I hope?' he smiled
softly, a hopeful tone in his voice, although he well knew that simply by
plying her with enough cash, he was securing for himself a willing bed
mate. 'As you wish Baron.  But please understand, I must keep a schedule of
my, er, activities.  Please let me know in advance when you wish to call
upon me.' For the first time she saw his face harden a little.  The Baron,
it seemed, did not like to share.  'Yes, of course.  You do have other
commitments.  I shall send a letter, well in advance.  But what of
Bettina?' 'Out of the question!  She is far too young!  She knows nothing
of such things.'

   Now, Baron von Langsdorf was not just titled, he was as shrewd an
operator and businessman as any.  He knew an opportunity when he saw one,
and was well versed in getting the best of a situation.  Guiding the
conversation to his advantage, he said,

   'What if Bettina were to visit my house one weekend, with a guarantee,
my word of honour, that nothing would happen to her without her consent? 
That no coercion or pressure be used to obtain her consent, would that be
agreeable to you?' Elizabeth felt cold inside, but had no chance to voice
her feelings before he moved in with his masterstroke.  'Half the aforesaid
amount before, yours no matter what the outcome, and the rest if my
seduction succeeds?'

   She pursed her lips.  Her thoughts raced round her head.  Such a huge
amount of money.  Even half the amount.  But her little baby.  To lose her
virginity to the Baron?  She would lose it eventually of course, but
surely, on her wedding night!  Elizabeth's thoughts turned to her own
deflowering.  It seemed such a long time ago now.  But she was much older
than Bettina ....she had been....  Like a thunderclap the memory came back.
It was just after her fourteenth birthday.  She had been only a year or so
older than Bettina, and the experience had not been a good one.   
Chapter Four: Elizabeth's First Time.

   Elizabeth's cousin, Jan, had been staying at their house.  He was older
than she was, sixteen.  They had played together all their lives.  As he
had grown tall and stronger, and she had filled out, she had begun sneaking
looks at him whenever he was staying at their house.  Strong arms and a
widening, rippling chest.  Thick blonde hair and a smile that did things to
her stomach.

   She had never seen him naked though, not until one hot summer day when
he had suggested they go to swim in the small lake at the edge of the
village.  She had donned her bathing dress in her bedroom and taken her
clothes with her.  He, however had just grabbed a towel and made off down
the road.  She had watched in amazement as he had stripped off his clothes
in the trees at the water side.  Her eyes wide at the sight of his young
manhood, smooth and firm, surrounded by wispy blonde hair.  He had paused
deliberately to let her look, then dived into the pool quite naked.  He
laughed and called to her from the water.  'Come on, slowcoach!  The
water's lovely!'

   Elizabeth had waded out towards him, backing away as he approached her,
just a little afraid of his nakedness.  He had only laughed and dived at
her, grabbing her waist and pulling her under the water.  She had felt his
bare legs against hers as they wrestled in their play.  His penis had
rubbed against her and it seemed to her that it was bigger close up.  After
a few minutes they had emerged laughing and breathless from the pool,
falling on the grass next to their discarded clothes.  The laughter froze
on her face when she saw his erection.  Long and hard, pointing skyward,
his foreskin rolled back, exposing the pink head.  He had taken her
unresisting hand and placed it on his cock.  He wrapped her fingers around
it and showed her how to pleasure him.

   She had been a willing pupil, fascinated by this new experience, eager
to learn from this young Arian God!  As she had manipulated him, he had
rolled on top of her, his knees either side of her.  He bent and kissed
her. Long and slow, his tongue delicately finding its way between her lips.
She had let go of his penis and put her arms around him.  The kiss seemed
to remove her strength, had taken away her ability to move or even think.

   She had never even noticed his hands undoing her bathing suit.  She had
just moaned slightly when he was gently squeezing her bared breasts.  The
kiss seemed to last forever, hiding all reality from her.  He had slipped
her bathing suit from her shoulders and it was round her waist before she
had broken off for breath.  She had gasped for air, looking at his hand as
it cupped her breast, and then, holding his head in her hands, had resumed
the all-encompassing kiss.  The kiss, the stimulation of her breasts, the
sight and feel of this lovely young man had conspired together to awaken
Elizabeth's dormant sexuality.

   Lost to everything, a slave to her own passion, Elizabeth plunged into
this new experience.  When Jan's fingers began working their way down
inside her bathing dress, she had hesitated only a split second before she
had pushed it down and out of his way!.  Her own fingers had coaxed oceans
of heady pleasure from the magical place between her legs, and the
expectation of Jan touching her there brought a very wet heat to her vulva.
When his digits slid into her, they met with only enthusiasm and a flood of
her juices.  She quickly taught him how to rub and tease her clitoris.

   The lingering kisses and the dancing fingers brought devastating
results. Elizabeth arched her back and had cried out loud when she came. 
His probing fingers slipped inside, increasing her furious bucking, but
didn't break her hymen.

   In a post orgasmic haze, Elizabeth subsided weakly to the ground.  She
was totally immersed in her own haze of ecstasy, so much so that she did
had not objected when Jan moved between her open legs and settled his
weight on her.  In her innocence she had let him get exactly where he
wanted to be.  He had her where she could not move.  Again he kissed her
and she responded eagerly.  He moved slightly and she had felt his penis
slide down, the head resting against the hot, wet and very well lubricated
opening to her body.  She was just about to say something to him, when he
had pushed into her.  She had tried to throw him off, the pain of her
deflowering jerking her into action, but he was too strong for her.

   'No!  Please!  Don't!' She had cried, pleading with him to stop, but he
was far too excited to be able to retreat now.  The harder she tried to
push him off, the harder he thrust into her.  She could do nothing to
prevent it.  She had lain beneath him, sobbing and struggling as he had
pumped into her.  It was over in a minute.  Jan gave a loud grunt and
pushed hard, inseminating his first conquest.

   For Elizabeth it had seemed like an eternity.  When he had got off her,
she just continued crying, staring up into the blue summer sky, the clouds
passing overhead the only witness to her predicament.  Jan tried to cuddle
her, but she had pushed him away in anger.

   'Why didn't you stop when I asked you!' she berated him.  'Sorry....got
carried away....couldn't stop myself.' he mumbled.  'I hate you!' She
screamed at him as she ran into the pool, anxiously washing away the fluid
that filled her vagina and was beginning to run down her legs.  'Why did
you have to spoil it all!  Why did you have to spoil it all!' She burst
into floods of tears, standing in the water, her arms now hanging by her
side.  A guilty and forlorn Jan helped her out of the water and waited by
her side until she had dressed.

   They walked back home in silence.

   Despite her anger, she had never told anyone.  Too ashamed to reveal her
own part in the proceedings and risk being labelled as wanton, (or worse),
so the young teenager had remained silent.  It wasn't until her wedding
night, some five years later, that she let anyone near her secret.

   Her new husband, never having been to bed with a woman before, had only
the vaguest idea of what virginity was.  His lovely new wife had seemed
nervous, as his father and his friends had said she should be.  Her anxious
pleas for him to be careful with her had only reassured him further that
all was well.  They had then, with a little guidance from Elizabeth, got
him into position and consummated their union.  The revelation that sexual
intercourse had then been, removed any thought from his head that she may
not have been intact.  Elizabeth's tight young body just elevated her
inexperienced husband's senses to a position where he did not notice her
hymen was missing.  If indeed he knew she should have had one.  That fact
that she was not the virgin bride everyone had assumed, was never revealed.

   The years that followed marked a loving and successful marriage and
Elizabeth's guilty secret had eventually been buried with her husband, in
an unmarked grave in faraway France on the banks of the River Somme. 
  Chapter 5: Elizabeth Goes Shopping

   It was Saturday and Elizabeth had left Bettina playing at Katarina's
house whilst she went shopping in Frankfurt.  She had boarded the early
train, and had been in the city just in time to see the shopkeepers opening
up for business.

   Elizabeth disliked the city.  Noise, dust, too many horses.  And the
smell.  Horse dung everywhere.  On the few occasions she had ventured into
Frankfurt she had executed her business and left as quickly as possible. 
Today, however, she was just a little slower going about her errands.  She
had more money today than she had ever possessed.  Today he shopping would
be different.

   Over the weeks she had simply put the money that Herr Poppel and Father
Jacob provided, in the draw of the little table in the corner of her living
room.  Having had a free supply of groceries from Herr Schuster, the cash
from these men just accumulated.  This, added to the money that the Baron
had given her, she had brought with her today.  The thought of all those
Marks nestling in her purse brought a determined smile to her face.  Having
prostituted herself to get them, she felt she had earned every one of them!
Yes.  She deserved them all.

   Her smile faded a little, and a guilty tension crept across her stomach.
Some of those Marks had been given to her to buy her co-operation.  They
had been given to her by the Baron, to enable him to have the opportunity
to seduce her little girl.  She was desperately hoping that Bettina would
not let him have his way.  She would, Elizabeth reasoned, probably reject
his advances.  She was fairly sure that Bettina knew nothing of sex.  The
money the Baron had given her....well, he was giving her money not simply
to bed Bettina, but only to have the opportunity to ask her to sleep with
him.  If Bettina refused, that was not her problem.  If Bettina agreed,
well, that was between her and the Baron, and her little girl's first time
would undoubtedly be a much less traumatic experience than her own had
been.

   Elizabeth put the problem out of her mind, and entered one of the big
department stores that towered above the Frankfurt streets.  She began her
search for the blue velvet dress that the Baron had insisted she buy for
her daughter.  It had been years since she had been shopping in the city,
and she had never been so well provided for.  She doubted any women in the
village ever had been.

   A blue velvet dress....and new shoes....black would go well with
blue.... and of course Bettina should have new underwear too.  She went up
to the second floor and the Ladies Lingerie Department.  Elizabeth stared
in amazement at the articles on display here.  Just look at that.  How
fashions changed.  The smile came back to her face.  Her gentlemen would
certainly approve of some of these.  To her surprise, underwear for girls
was also quite, well, brief, was the only description that she could think
of.

   Bettina had started to develop as well, so there was now quite a lot to
think about.  But just look at these knickers.  Outrageous!  She giggled to
herself as she imagined Helmut or Father Jacob's face as they saw her for
the first time wearing these.  Pink silk, tight and cut at an angle to
expose the maximum amount of leg.  A whole world away from the sober white
linen drawers with their ribbon tie-ups.

   'The latest Parisienne offerings, Madam.' The sour looking woman behind
the counter informed her.  The look in her eye told Elizabeth that the
woman expected her to put the items down as she told her the price.  Her
bulging purse boosted her confidence.  'Such lovely things, I'll take them!
Do you have them in red, and in white?' The surprised saleswoman busied
herself fulfilling the unexpected order.  'I'll take some for my daughter
too.  She'll love them!  And stockings.......three pairs.....silk.  I
assume you have matching brassieres?' 'Of course Madam!' simmered the
assistant, 'Sizes?' And so it went on for a full half hour.

   When Elizabeth had finished, the pile of parcels was far too big for her
to carry.  As she stared at the packages, the shop assistant, with no signs
of sourness on her face now, asked, 'Would you prefer us to deliver,
Madam?' Elizabeth looked at her.  The sales woman continued in a lower,
almost conspiratorial tone.  'A complimentary service for our better
clients, Madam.' 'Yes!  How convenient.  Thank You!' On the train back to
Pohlheim, Elizabeth took stock of the situation.  Although she had spent
what she considered a huge amount on new clothing for herself and Bettina,
she still had an appreciable amount of money left over.  Life had taken a
very unexpected, and profitable turn, mused Elizabeth.

   The little steam engine wheezed and puffed it's way towards Polheim.  In
a second class carriage, Elizabeth's thoughts turned to Monday.  Seven o'
clock on Monday evening to be precise, and another round of rather
profitable pleasure!  Life, it seemed to Elizabeth Schmidt, was not so bad
after all!    Chapter 6: Katerina and the Baron.

   There were three young war widows in the village of Polheim, and all had
daughters of about the same age.  Apart from Elizabeth, there was Frau
Bender, who had a daughter, Katerina, and Frau Hausman and her daughter,
Magda.

   Bettina had been deep in conversation with her friend, Katerina, whilst
her mother was away shopping in Frankfurt.  'So you think your Mum's having
sex with these men?' asked Katerina.  'I suppose so.  They stay the night
in her room.' replied Bettina.  'Hmmm....the man who owns our house
sometimes comes here and mum sends me out to play, or something....I wonder
if she's doing it with him?' said Katerina.  'Everyone seems to be doing
it....grown-ups, at least!' replied Bettina.  'You sure he told her to
suck?' her friend continued.  'I'm sure that's what he said...'

   Some days later the Baron visits Katerina's house to collect his rent
from her mother.  However, as she is always short of money, the Baron has
agreed to collect his due in another currency.  He is having his monthly
pleasure with her in lieu of rent, when Katerina walks in on them.  Her
mother is distraught, but, the Baron notices, Katerina is not particularly
upset at the sight of her Mother naked on her back, nor at the sight of the
Baron, kneeling between her thighs, his cock wet with her mother's juices
and his own semen.

   He gets up, (to ensure Katerina gets a good look) and apologises to her
for not locking the bedroom door.  Katerina's eyes are glued to his cock,
for its the first real one she's ever seen!  Without shifting her gaze, she
says, 'No, I should apologise for not knocking first....' The Baron smiles
at her when she raises her eyes to look at him, and notes her flushed face,
and the twinkling eyes.  Her mother, however, screams at her to get out. 
With a final glance at the Baron's private parts, she exits the room,
closing the door quietly behind her.

   Now Baron Maximillion von Langsdorf, as you may have noticed, not only
preys on vulnerable women, but has a taste for little girls too!  Having
already made considerable progress towards having his way with twelve year
old Bettina, he is now mulling over the incident with Katerina!  Sitting in
his horse drawn carriage, he has a sly smile on his lips.  Katerina had not
been shocked at seeing her mother in such circumstances, and she had looked
long and hard at his cock.  This pretty little thing was busy learning the
facts of life by herself, and if he should offer a little tutorage, he was
fairly sure it would be accepted willingly.

   The next day, Katerina has just left Bettina's house, on her way home
from school, when a carriage draws up beside her.  The Baron leans out of
the window and asks her if she would like to ride with him.  Pausing only a
second, she gets in and the Baron speaks to the driver.  As the carriage
makes it way towards Katerina's house, the Baron asks Katerina if she was
upset at what she saw the other day.

   'No, Sir,' Katerina replies 'If Mother wants to have sex with someone,
that's her business.' 'Have you ever had sex?' he asks her.  'No, but I
know about it.' 'Ummm....how old are you Katerina?' 'I'm twelve, Sir.'
'Would you like to try it?' Katerina's eyebrows shoot up, and she stares
open mouthed at the Baron.  'What do you mean?' she says, feeling rather
stupid as she realises what she has said.  'Have sex....with me.....' he
replies.  'You want to have sex with me?' she asks him, not able to believe
that he has asked her.  'Yes, of course.  You're big enough, and judging by
the way you looked at me in your Mother's bedroom, you're obviously
thinking about it.' Katerina is a not a little surprised and embarrassed by
this statement.  The Baron continues.  'You're a lovely girl!.  Any man
would like to have you' 'Do you think so?' she asks him.  'Why, undoubtedly
so!  Ask my driver!  I'm sure he'd be delighted to have the opportunity to
have sex with you!  Shall we ask him?' Katerina's jaw drops open in
amazement!  Flustered she blurts out, 'No!  No!  It's alright, I believe
you!' But the Baron has already opened the small communicating hatch in the
front of the carriage and speaks with his driver.

   'Jurgen!  Stop for a minute and step inside would you?' Katerina is
beginning to panic!.  But the carriage stops, and the driver, a youngish
man of about twenty something, opens the door and gets in.  Katerina is
trapped between the two men.  She glances nervously at the Baron who has
put his hand rather casually upon her thigh.  'Now, Jurgen, do you not
think our little companion here is a lovely young maiden who would be a
delight for any man to possess?' Jurgen looks at Katerina's long blonde
hair, her nervous, wide, blue eyes.  His eyes drop to take in her swelling
breast buds hidden beneath her blouse.  He grins at her as he answers his
employer.

   'Well Sir, I must say she's a pretty young thing, no doubt about it!'
Katerina blushes deeply, her eyes still fixed by his.  The beginnings of a
small smile haunts her mouth.  She can feel her ears burning like hot
coals. 'And would you say she is sexually desirable?' the Baron continued.
Jurgen's smile widens.  His eyes sparkle and do not leave Katerina's. 
'Well Sir, if the young lady will excuse me for saying so, I'd love to have
the pleasure of her!' Katerina drops her eyes to the carriage floor.  She
feels slightly feint, and very warm 'You may drive us further, Jurgen, I
believe you know where to?' 'Yes Sir!  I do!' replied the young
driver,giving Katerina a parting smile as he climbed back to his seat. 
With a flick of the reins they continued their progress.

   The Baron meanwhile, was stroking Katerina's thigh with one hand, the
other being around her shoulders, holding her gently against him.  She had
not felt a man's strong arm around her since her father had gone away to
war two years ago.  Suddenly she realised how much she missed him.  A
feeling of security swept over her, and despite herself, she put her head
on his chest and snuggled up to him.  The Baron smelt faintly of tobacco.
Katerina could also smell his cologne.  Similar to the sea air she
remembered so well and loved so much.  As she came closer to him, the Baron
moved his hand between her legs, pushing the fabric of her dress upwards,
exposing her white bloomers.  She glanced up at him, wondering if she
should say anything, or wait and see if he stopped.  He spoke in a soft,
gentle, almost mesmerising tone.  He stroked her blonde hair, caressing her
in a reassuring manner.  'It's alright Katerina.  There's nothing to worry
about.  Just relax, there's a good girl.'

   She settled against him, letting him feel between her legs, his fingers
delicately massaging her through the cotton of her underwear.  Closing her
eyes she felt herself relaxing.  Warm comforting feelings began to flow
through her, and she didn't resist when the Baron slipped his hand down the
front of her knickers.  The warm comforting feelings became stronger, and
Katerina turned towards the Baron, deliberately opening her legs to make it
easier for him to reach her little virgin vagina.

   He felt the softness of her hairless little girl's pee hole, dampness
beginning to wet his fingers.  'Let's get these out of the way shall we?'
He whispered to her as he undid the silk tie of her bloomers.  Katerina
buried her head in his chest as she felt her underwear sliding down.  But
she lifted her bottom slightly to enable him to push it down past her
knees. She felt his hand under the back of her knees, and she complied with
his unspoken wish by lifting her legs so that her underwear fell in a white
pool on the carriage floor.

   When the Barons hand returned to her vagina, her unfettered thighs
opened wide apart.  Her slim hips worked back and forth, rubbing her hot
little slit against his finger.  Her head buzzed with excitement, passion
building in her lower belly.  She mewed and squeaked as she came, and it
was just as she peaked that he pushed his finger deep into her, breaching
her hymen at the very moment she was unable to resist the brief stab of
pain.  Katerina's eyes snapped open, and she clamped her thighs on the
Baron's hand.

   'That hurt!' she cried, sitting up and looking at him accusingly. 
Sympathy was etched across his features.  'I'm so sorry, Katerina.  But it
is something that all young ladies must suffer before they can fully enjoy
the pleasures of sex.' He took a blue silk handkerchief from his coat
pocket and dabbed her vagina with it.  Dark spots testified to her
virginity.  She lay back against the leather of the carriage seat as he
smoothed away the drops of blood, gently stoking once more.  Gradually she
relaxed, beginning to enjoy the smoothness of the fine material.  She
watched him as he carefully began to masturbate her again.  She tensed a
little as she felt his finger sliding between the lips of her vagina,
moving up into her again, but this time it gave a feeling she had not felt
before.  Instead of the pain of its last intrusion, there was a smooth,
ripple effect, that gradually increased in strength.  She drew a quick
breath, sucking in air as new sensations flooded out from her vagina, to,
it seemed, all parts of her body.

   This was unlike anything she had felt before.  Her bedtime pleasure was
almost inconsequential compared to this.  Even the orgasm she'd had when
the Baron had brought her to her first climax in the coach was secondary to
this.  His voice was almost urgent when he spoke.

   'Yes, Katerina!  Lie back and enjoy!  This is just the beginning! 
There's so much more, so much more pleasure!  Close your eyes and feel it!'
She willingly obeyed him, closing her eyes she slipped sideways until she
was lying down.  She felt him raise her right leg and place it on the seat.
His finger never ceasing to slide in and out, his thumb gently caressing
her clitoris.  Dizzy with feeling Katerina lay there, her skirt around her
midriff, her legs wide open.  So engrossed with sensation was she that she
hardly noticed the Baron's finger slip out of her.  In fact it wasn't until
he positioned himself between her thighs that she realised he was doing
something different.

   Looking down her torso, Katerina watched, fascinated by the sight of his
circumcised penis, as he rubbed it against her.  It looked familiar, and
she was not at all frightened by it.  She felt it slip in between the lips
of her vulva,, and she held her breath as it lodged in her small hole. 
'He's going to do it to me!' she thought.  Then her inner labia were being
stretched to accommodate his member; it felt hot and firm against her hole.
For a moment she thought it was too big to go in (the Baron was a
well-endowed man) but then her labia surrendered to the inevitable and
parted for the first time to admit him.  'He's put it in me!' but then her
thoughts were drowned in a sea of sensations.  She could feel herself being
opened by his penis.  Stretching, growing.  She felt herself opening for
this strange bringer of passion!  She felt the easing of its passage as her
fluids lubricated it, heightening the sensations it gave her.

   The Baron kept pushing, relaxing and pushing all the time, working his
penis further into her tight young body.  'He's doing it!  He's doing it to
me!  Just like he did it to Mum!' The firm fleshy intruder had indeed begun
to move in and out, sliding up and down her tight velvety hole, her
slippery wetness giving the whole sensation a completeness that made her
push her hips up, cry out in desperate passion, and then arch her little
body with an orgasm of such intensity that she almost passed out.

   In a post orgasmic daze, she lay on the carriage seat, eyes closed
panting for breath as the Baron moved quicker and more urgently in her. 
Suddenly he stopped his thrusting, and she opened her eyes to see what had
happened.  His face was pink, his eyes staring, his mouth open.  Then he
groaned and she felt a warm wetness deep inside.

   Looking through the open door of the coach, the Baron's driver looked at
his boss then down at the little girl.  He had halted the carriage in a
quiet little lane, and had watched as the Baron had lifted the little girls
legs up and had begun to bury his cock deep inside her.

   Now, it was, as was usual when his boss had sex with a woman in the
carriage, his turn!  'So young', he thought.  'Just a little kid!  But
she's available, so here goes' He climbed inside and quickly shed his
trousers.  Katerina cried out in alarm and tried to sit up, but the Baron
put his hand on her chest and held her down.  'There, there my dear.  No
need to fuss.' he said, getting up from between her legs, but still holding
her down with the hand on her chest.  'Jurgen and I both agreed you were
highly desirable and that we would both love to have sex with you.'
Katerina did not like this at all.  She felt very embarrassed by her
nakedness and tried to cover herself with her hand.  'But I didn't think
you would both do it!' Katerina wailed.  The Barons face clouded with a
frown.  'My dear young thing!  We both told you we wanted you, and you
allowed me to have you, so you cannot deny Jurgen now!' She felt foolish at
being tricked so easily Confused and still in a state of raised sexual
tension, she watched dumbly as the young driver replaced the Baron between
her open thighs.  He guided his uncircumcised cock with his hand, and
pushed it deftly into her wet little hole.  Held firm by Katerina's inner
labia, his foreskin slid back to expose the delicate flesh of his cock's
head.  Jurgen felt the familiar wet warmth of his boss's semen engulf his
knob and the shaft of his cock as he buried himself in the little girl's
firm and silky hole.  Even though the little twelve year old was still
tight, his entry had been quick and easy, facilitated by the lubrication
afforded by the Baron's semen.

   'There now.  I see you already have him....  Well done.' cried the
Baron; who was holding Katerina's skirts out of the way so he could get a
good look.  Little Katerina had no choice in the matter, pinned as he was,
to the leather seat.  Legs held wide by Jurgen, his cock now pumping in and
out of her, she could only lay there and hold onto him as he had his way
with her.

   For five full minutes he rode her.  Sometimes fast and furious,
sometimes slow and lugubrious.  Whilst Jurgen pleasured himself with
Katerina, the Baron sat in the corner of the coach, smiling to himself and
masturbating as he watched the sweating pair.  He just loved to see Jurgen
pumping in and out of a woman, or as in this case, a little girl.  There
was something deeply satisfying for the Baron about the way Jurgen eagerly
accepted the dripping hole of his latest conquest.  Never mind that she was
full of his semen, Jurgen just got in there and fucked!

   Katerina was gasping for air and respite from the waves of pleasure that
coursed through her, when Jurgen's right hand slid under her buttocks and
lifted them a little.  'Come on then...let's get in right in....don't wanna
spill any!' He pushed deep into her, his pulsating cock shooting jet after
jet of sperm into her, mixing with that of the Baron.

   'You see!' Beamed the Baron, wiping his cock with a silk handkerchief,
'I told you all would be well.  What an accomplished young lady you are. 
Two grown men with no trouble at all.  Splendid!  Now, Jurgen, we must see
our young paramour to her house!' Not sure what a paramour was, but feeling
flattered by his words, Katerina was simply overwhelmed by the whole
experience.  Just a few minutes ago she had been a virginal twelve year old
girl.  Now she'd had sex with two men and was dripping with their baby
juice.  Whilst Jurgen drove them to Katerina's house, the Baron assisted
Katerina wiping herself clean, and putting on her clothes.

   'I think it best if you tell no one of this encounter.  I personally
have no objection to anyone knowing, but your Mother may be a little angry
if she finds out you have ...well....'entertained' Jurgen and I, you
understand me?' 'Yes,Sir.  You won't tell anyone will you?  Please?  And
Jurgen?  I would just die if anyone found out!' The Baron looked suitably
horrified.  'Never a word shall pass our lips!  Jurgen and I pride
ourselves upon being gentlemen, and gentlemen speak nothing of their lady
loves!' Katerina blushed deeply and looked out of the window.  Lady Love!
He had called her his Lady Love!  The Baron smiled inwardly.  He well knew
that Katerina was his for the taking any time he pleased now.  Young and
naive, seduced and debauched, nothing would seem outrageous to her in the
future.  He was going to enjoy little Katerina.

   'Same time tomorrow?' He blew her a kiss as the carriage pulled away. 
This out of the way village had suddenly become very interesting indeed. 
One little girl secured, and another in the offing.  Just how would it go
with Katerina's little friend, Bettina?      Chapter 7: Bettina
Takes a Trip.

   It was a Saturday morning, and unlike most other Saturday mornings, when
she stayed in her bed as long as she could, Bettina was up early and had
almost finished her regular Saturday chores before her mother came down
stairs.  The reason for this uncharacteristic burst of enthusiasm for work
was that unlike most other Saturday mornings, today Bettina was going away.
A real holiday!  True, it was only for the weekend, but it was the first
time in her life that she had ever stayed away from home.  Her mother,
apparently, had business in Frankfurt, and had arranged for Bettina to stay
with Baron von Langsdorf tonight.  They were to take the nine thirty train
to Langsdorf, and the Baron would meet them at the station.  Nervous about
staying with a such a fine gentleman as the Baron, but excited about the
adventure it represented, Bettina was in a state of total nervousness.

   At breakfast she chattered nonstop to her mother; questions about the
Baron, about Langsdorf, and about how she should conduct herself.  'Now
just be yourself.  Remember to be polite and do as the Baron asks you. 
Always remember Bettina, the Baron is an important man for us, and you
should never upset him or make him angry.' As she instructed her daughter,
pangs of guilt gripped Elizabeth.  She was, she realised, virtually telling
Bettina to submit to the Baron's lust.  'Now, clear away the breakfast
things, and we'll get ready to go.' Bettina had cleared the table and had
finished washing up, when she heard her mother's voice from the living
room.

   'I thought you should have a new outfit to go away in.  We don't want
the Baron to think badly of us, do we?' Bettina gave a shriek of delight
and rushed into the room.  Her mother was holding up a blue velvet dress.
It had white lace trim, and mother of pearl buttons down the front of the
bodice.  Bettina, living as she had, in a genteel kind of poverty all her
life, thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.  Her
mother then handed her a brown paper parcel.  'You're growing fast
Bettina....  I think you should start wearing clothes more suitable for a
young lady.  Try these on....' Bettina tore into the package, her
excitement putting a smile on her mother's face.  When the paper storm
ended, Bettina was staring, dumbfounded, at a pile of ladies underwear. 
Perhaps 'lingerie' would be a better description.  There were slips and
petticoats, brassieres and panties; all in silk and in a wonderful array of
colours.  Bettina was speechless.  But only for a moment!

   'Mama!  Oh Mama!  Are all these for me?  They're beautiful!  They're so
grown up!  Are they really all mine?' Her mother smiled and lifted her
skirts to reveal a pair of powder blue silk panties.  'Mine are a couple of
sizes bigger!  I'm sure we'll be able to tell them apart!' They collapsed
into fits of giggles.  'Hurry!  I just can't wait to see what they look
like on you!' Elizabeth said, tossing a set of salmon pink bra and panties
to Bettina; who promptly flew up to her room to change.

   When she came down, her feet didn't seem to even touch the stairs. 
Bettina stood in front of her mother, the pink silk panties caressing her
hips, her legs exposed to the top of her thighs.  Her young breasts were
cradled lovingly by the brassiere, her nipples pushing against the thin
material.  Elizabeth looked at her and a tear rolled down her cheek.  Her
little girl, her baby, now stood in front of her transformed into a young
woman.  Something of a nymph, it had to be said, but there was no denying
natures work.  Bettina was no longer a child.

   'How do I look?  Oh!  Mother!  I love you!' Bettina ran into her
mother's arms and hugged her.  Elizabeth, tears now streaming down her
face, held Bettina to her and rested her cheek on her daughter's head. 
'You look wonderful, my darling.  Absolutely beautiful!  I shall have to
build a wall around the house to keep the boys away.' Bettina looked up at
her mother, her face darkening with colour.

   'Boys?  But I don't have any friends who are boys....' Elizabeth laughed
and stroked Bettina's hair.  'Not now maybe, my darling, but I think the
boys around here will soon want to become your friend.  I'm going to have
to beat them off with a stick.  There'll be hundreds of them.' teased
Elizabeth.  Bettina buried her face in her mother's bossom, embarrassed by
her mother's recognition of her budding sexuality, and all of a sudden,
acutely aware of the hair beginning to grow under her arms and between her
legs.  Elizabeth whispered, 'Don't worry.  The nice ones we'll let in!'

   'Mother!  Stop it!' Elizabeth let go of Bettina and fell into a chair,
gales of laughter depriving her of the ability to stand.  'Sorry my love,
but you should see the look on your face!' composing herself a little, she
then said, 'Now, the dress, and there's a pair of black shoes in that box
under the table....you'll have to get used to heels on shoes....and there's
a little black cape in that other parcel....should look nice....'

   An hour later, the two of them were standing on the station platform,
the train for Langsdorf announcing its presence from a kilometre away with
a blast of its shrill whistle.  Bettina stood next to her mother, holding
her hand and wondering how she would ever get used to the way men kept
looking at her.  As they had walked down the village to the station, she
had noticed several men had been looking at her.  The shopkeeper, Herr
Schuster, had even spoken to her as they passed his store.

   'Good Morning Elizabeth.  Good Morning Miss Bettina.  How lovely you
both look today!' Her mother had smiled at him in a way Bettina had never
seen her mother smile at anyone before.  Bettina's new clothes not only
gave her the appearance of a well-groomed young lady, but also emphasised
her developing curves.  Even Elizabeth was surprised at just how much
Bettina had grown recently.  Her old clothes were childishly voluminous,
and had concealed Bettina's figure.  The new ones, however, were cut to
show off the shape of the wearer.

   As the train drew to a halt in a cloud of steam, an elderly gentleman
with huge side whiskers and a spectacular moustache opened the carriage
door for Bettina.  She was quite non-plussed when he bowed slightly, and,
taking off his top hat with a sweeping gesture, ushered her into the
carriage.  Elizabeth followed, and with a smile she turned to the elderly
man and said, `Thank you sir, it is reassuring to know we are travelling in
honourable company.' she said, noting that he was casting an appreciative
eye over Bettina.  'Not at all my dear,' he replied, his eyes taking in
Elizabeth with a sweeping glance from head to toe 'the company of such
lovely ladies is a delight and a privilege!' At this, even Elizabeth
blushed.  She sat down next to Bettina and turned to her wide eyed
daughter. 'You see, it's started already.' She whispered.  'Just a change
of clothes and grown men begin to fall over themselves to please you. 
Never mind the boys in the village.' Bettina gave her mother a furious
look, and turned to look out of the window, her thoughts going ahead to
their meeting with the Baron.  She couldn't get the memory of his hand
stroking her bottom out of her head.  And did he really touch her secret
place?  And would he do it again, she wondered.  What to do if he did?

   The journey to Langsdorf only took thirty minutes, and as they alighted
from the train, the Baron himself was there to greet them on the platform.
'Good Morning Elizabeth!' he said, taking her hand and kissing it.  He
turned to Bettina.  'Is this really the same young lady I met at your
house, my dear?' Elizabeth nodded.  'Good morning Baron, yes, this is
indeed my little Bettina.' 'A delight to the eye, and I am sure, a treasure
to know!' He said kissing her hand in the same manner as he had her
mothers. A wave of guilt surged through Elizabeth as she saw the effect the
compliments had on Bettina.  To an adult woman, they would mean little, but
to a naive young girl such as Bettina, they could be very seductive, and
Bettina had coloured up immediately the Baron had taken her hand.

   They walked out to the waiting carriage, where the Baron's coachman,
Jurgen, was waiting.  He eyed them both with interest, especially Bettina.
Women, he knew, were the Baron's hobby, and he often had benefited from his
master's penchant for voyeurism!  Elizabeth and Bettina, oblivious to
Jürgen's role as the Baron's cohort in debauchery, climbed into the
carriage and were whisked off to the Baron's house.

   Baron von Langsdorf was a rich man.  Inheriting five thousand acres of
farmland, but having little interest in farming, (he considered it a labour
for lower classes of the Gentry) he had rented out much of the land, and
had re invested the money in property.  His unscrupulous methods had earned
him a considerable portfolio.  Many properties had been owned by the widows
of those unfortunates who had made the ultimate sacrifice for their country
during the war.  They had fallen to the Baron either by default of mortgage
repayments, or by simple bullying of the hapless widows.  Many of his
properties were tenanted by the previous owners widows; the younger,
prettier ones often falling prey to the Baron's voracious sexual appetite
when they were unable to pay their rents.  The Baron now owned over a
hundred properties, which furnished him each month with a handsome income
in rent, and many pleasurable hours of debauchery!

   His own house; built three hundred years previously, stood overlooking
the little town which bore the Baron's family name.  Indeed, most of the
property that the town consisted of had been built by the Baron's
ancestors, and were still owned by him.  At the rear of his house, a
hundred hectares of prime farmland, worked by local labour, and managed
very casually by the Baron himself, provided him with meat, vegetables and
dairy produce.

   Baron Maximillian von Langsdorf lived well, and sated all his appetites
by his own means!

   The little carriage drew up at the large front doors that constituted
the entrance to Hof Langsdorf.  Elizabeth and Bettina were helped down by
the leering Jurgen, and shown into the main entrance by a uniformed maid.
The Baron would have no men in his house except Jurgen.  His total staff
consisted of the maid, a cook and Jurgen.

   Once inside, they were shown up a large, sweeping oak panelled staircase
to the bedrooms on the first floor.  A large room with a canopied four
poster bed stood at one end of the room, and a large fireplace at the
other. A window, some four metres wide, and three metres high, hung with
red velvet curtains, let in light, and gave a panoramic view of the town.
Next to the bed, a small door invited Bettina's curiosity, and as she
explored behind it, she was amazed, (as was her mother), to find a
bathroom, complete with flushing toilet and a large bath.  Big thick towels
hung from a rail on the wall, and perfumed soaps and oils stood on a glass
shelf.

   'Well!  I've never seen the likes of this before!' exclaimed Elizabeth,
flushing the toilet and gazing at the water as it disappeared from view. 
'Surely it can't be hygienic to have a toilet in the house?' Bettina wasn't
listening.  She was busy sniffing the soaps and rubbing her face in the
large fluffy towels.  They unpacked Bettina's little bag, putting her
clothes in one of the draws of a dressing table standing next to the door
of the room.

   'I'm afraid I must leave you now, my dear, so remember what I said, and
be sure to be well behaved, but if the Baron wants you to act improperly,
don't be afraid to tell him to stop.' With a kiss to her daughter's
forehead, Elizabeth left the room, giving her not quite teenage daughter
over to the tender mercies of the Baron.

   No sooner had her mother left than the maid knocked on the door.  She
was a woman of some thirty years, and had the responsibility of
housekeeping for the Baron.  She eyed Bettina somewhat sadly, and then
informed her that 'The Master' had requested her company on a shopping trip
in the town.

   Now, the word 'shopping' was one that sparked an immediate and very
positive response in Bettina.  Her recent acquisition of new clothing had
awakened her dormant feminine instincts, and the possibility of acquiring
more desirable artefacts spurred her into action.  She grabbed her little
cape and in a flash was out of the door and following the maid down the
stairs.

   They found the Baron sitting at a large desk in his study.  As they
entered he stood up and smiled.  'Ah!  Bettina!  Jurgen has taken your
Mother to the station, and I thought we might walk through the town and do
a little shopping.  Show you my little domain, eh?' Bettina nodded
enthusiastically, her face flushed and her eyes bright with anticipation.
The Baron donned his coat, picked up his cane, and the two of them,
followed closely by the maid, set off on the short walk to the town's high
street.

   Although Langsdorf was small, it cannot be said that it was
impoverished. Apart from the usual baker's, grocer's shops and hardware
store, the town also boasted a ladies and gentleman's outfitters, a small
jewellery store, and a book shop.  To Bettina's delight, it was the ladies
outfitters that they entered first.  A young girl approached them and asked
if she could help, but almost immediately she was swept aside by a matronly
figure, who dismissed the girl with a flourish of her hand, telling her
that she would 'See to His Lordship personally.' There then followed a
period in Bettina's life that, many years later, she could describe in
minute detail.

   The Baron said they had come for handbags and accessories.  He then
instructed the woman to see to it that Bettina had enough for a young lady
to complete her wardrobe, then he retired to the back of the shop and sat
in a chair.

   First there was a small black purse on a long strap, and then a matching
handbag.  A similar one in brown, and (Bettina's favourite) a white
drawstring bag 'suitable for matinees and summer outings....' the woman
informed her.  Two change purses and a little velvet bag 'for Madam's
jewellery' and a vanity case completed the line-up.

   Bettina was in heaven.  The woman then brought out a selection of gloves
and scarves, and helped Bettina chose three pairs of gloves and three
headscarves.  To top it all as they were leaving the shop, she was
presented with a blue parasol that matched her dress, 'With the compliments
of the establishment.'

   As if all this was not enough, their progress down the high street was
punctuated with a visit to the little jeweller's shop, where the Baron
picked out a gold chain for Bettina, and fastened it around her neck
himself.  'Now, you have all the trappings of the beautiful young lady you
are!' He told her with a big smile.  Bettina, still speechless from the
shock of all the handbags, could only throw her arms around his neck and
(much to his delight, and the embarrassment of the jewellerr) kiss him!

   The bakers store, however, with freshly squeezed lemonade and cream
buns, restored Bettina to a much more natural state.  She looked at the
Baron over the top of her lemonade glass.

   'Thank you so much Sir!  I'm afraid Mamma will be angry with me, you
having spent so much on me....' the Baron waved his hand dismissively. 
'Your mother, I can assure you, will say nothing.  As no doubt you will
become aware, I answer to no one for my actions.  If I wish to buy you nice
things, my dear Bettina, you shall have them.  Your mother will say
nothing...nothing at all...I promise you.' He smiled at her again, and
Bettina had a feeling that there might be more to the Baron than just
generosity.    Chapter 8: Bettina and the Picture Book

   The Baron had taken Bettina back to his house after their little
shopping expedition.  She was positively aglow with excitement, having
acquired a whole wardrobe of handbags and some jewellery, thanks to the
Baron's dubious agenda.

   The maid knocked on the door and came in, went to the bathroom and
proceeded to run a bath.  'Would you like me to help you bathe and dress
for dinner Miss?' She enquired of Bettina.  Bettina blushed at the thought
of a stranger seeing her naked, and shook her head.  'Dinner will be served
in about an hour.  Shall I come and get you?' This time Bettina nodded. 
'Yes please.' she said in a whisper.  'Is there anything I can get you, or
do for you?' Bettina looked at the woman.  Her face was strained.  'I don't
think so.  Thank you.' 'Oh my dear, you're so young....' The maid went
quiet, then continued.  'If you want me to come to you, just pull the bell
rope by your bed.  It doesn't matter what time it is, I'll come straight
away.' Bettina smiled, and the maid left her alone.

   The maid was well aware of the Baron's penchant for young girls.  He had
taken her from the women's workhouse when she was just ten years old, and
she had loved him for the clothes, the good food and the little room she
had all to herself.  But she too found out all too soon that the Baron's
generosity was just a payment in advance for the use of her body.

   She thought back to the first time he had come to her room all those
years ago.  She had been in his employ for just one month.  At first she
just watched him as he sat on the side of her little bed and folded back
the bedclothes.  She had cried when he had lifted her nightdress and had
touched her, but he had silenced her tears by telling her that it was much
better than going back to the workhouse.  After all, he told her, it was
what girls did for men, and only natural.  She had watched him undress. 
She was no stranger to the male body.  The guardian at the workhouse had
often made the smaller girls, including her, suck him, chuckling with glee
as he ejaculated into their mouths.  She had seen him with other, bigger
girls too, so she knew what the Baron required of her.

   He had lain down next to her on the bed and with soft words and a silk
handkerchief had dried her tears.  Then he had quite gently parted her
thighs with his hand, and had toyed with her until her immature little body
had responded to him.  She had felt the wetness and its slipperiness as the
Baron's fingers had played their role in her preparation, and remembered
the crude words of the Workhouse Keeper telling the bigger girls how they
were '....little wet sluts ready for a fuck!' She had assumed that as she
was wet, she too was now ready for the Baron to do it to her, so when he
climbed between her thin legs, and had rubbed his big penis against her
little slit, she had done what she had seen the other girls do, and had
held her legs up high and wide for him.

   The pain had been quick and fleeting, and after the first time she
gradually came to enjoy his thrusting's.  Eventually he became less
attentive and caring, as familiarity robbed their relationship of respect.
She thought of the nights she had lain under him since as he rutted
remorselessly, sating his lust with no thought to her or her feelings.  She
remember with bitterness the visit to the old woman who, when she was just
fourteen, had ended her pregnancy and had ruined her for childbearing ever
after.  She thought of the countless other women and girls to whom she had
served breakfast after they had spent a night with the Baron.  How many of
them, she wondered, had gone home carrying the Baron's bastards?

   He was, she concluded, a completely amoral man, a ready candidate for
the fires of Hell.

   Settling back in the bath, Bettina closed her eyes.  What luxury!  The
tin bath in front of the living room fire that she was used to, was a whole
world away from this!  She drew a deep breath, inhaling the scent from the
bath salts.  Her mother would never believe this when she told her about
it. She soaked for some time, repeatedly soaping and rinsing herself with
the perfumed soaps, and the unending flow of hot water.  She had never know
such joy!  So when the maid knocked on the door, she had to hurry and dry
herself, then quickly dress and go downstairs.

   The dining room was a cavernous place.  Large fireplaces almost filled
the walls at each end of the room, and three glittering chandeliers lit the
massive hall.  To Bettina's eyes it looked like a King's palace.  There
were two places set on the big table, and the maid sat her at the opposite
end of it to the Baron.  She looked at the array of silver cutlery in front
of her, at the fine Chrystal goblets, and felt an acute lack of social
skills.  What was it all for?

   When the maid brought her a delicate porcelain bowl filled with soup,
Bettina looked up at her, confusion on her face.  The maid bent and
whispered, 'Start with the ones at the outside and work inwards!' Bettina
smiled in thanks, and picked up the soup spoon.  She was, however, puzzled
by the absence of bread to go with it.  Minutes later, still feeling
hungry, she watched the empty bowl being taken away with some
disappointment, but to her delight, the maid put a plate adorned with a
single fillet of white fish in front of her.  Bettina loved fish, but very
rarely got it, and she ate it slowly, savouring each mouthful.

   It was at this point that the maid, with tears in her eyes, filled the
crystal goblet with white wine, that glinted golden in the candle light.

   Now, Bettina had been brought up as a well-mannered girl, but this was
new territory for her.  She had never seen wine before, let alone tasted
it, and she had no idea of it's potential.  She sipped cautiously at it,
and finding it a little sour, did not really imbibe as freely as the
closely watching Baron would have liked.  She drank enough though, and her
increasingly casual and relaxed demeanour told the Baron that all was going
to plan.

   When her empty plate was removed she eyed the remaining cutlery with
some excitement.  There was still some left in front of her, and it held
the expectation of more lovely things!  And so it proved to be.  They next
dined on thinly sliced beef, and vegetables; some of which Bettina had
never seen before, and which she tasted with some trepidation.  Finding
nothing that wasn't to her liking, she proceeded to clear her plate.  All
that was left now was a spoon and fork, positioned above and at right
angles to where the other cutlery had been.  At home, this would definitely
mean pudding!  But what about here?  Everything was so different.  A minute
later, Bettina's query was answered by a crystal bowl full of delicious
white ice cream, topped with hot caramel sauce.  Without doubt, the
highlight of the meal.

   'I shall be back in a minute or two my dear.  Please go through into my
study, there's a fire there....more comfortable.' Said the Baron as left
the room, leaving Bettina to finish her wine on her own.

   She left the dining room, making her way, as he had indicated, into the
small room he used as a study.  It was wood panelled, with a thick red
carpet on the floor.  A large fire burning merrily in the grate. 
Bookshelves lined two walls and a desk stood in the centre of the room. 
Papers were piled in one corner of it, and a large green leather bound book
dominated the centre of it.  She walked round the room, examining the books
on the shelves.  Many were about famous artists.  Some were account books.
She turned at the sound of his voice.  Instead of his usual black coat and
stiff collar, he was wearing a long, heavy Chinese silk dressing gown that
buttoned up the front.

   'I see you like books.  I have a great many.  Would you like to see my
favourite one?' She nodded.  He sat at the desk and motioned for her to
join him.  She went and stood beside him.  'This is one I only recently
acquired, but it is definitely my favourite.  It cost me a great deal of
money.' Casually he opened it.  'I love books, but we only have a few at
home.  Mother says we can't afford them....' Her eyes fell upon the open
page, and her voice trailed away.  She lifted her hand to her mouth as she
looked at the illustration that filled the whole of one folio sized page.

   It was obviously the work of a skilled artist.  The man in the picture
was young and handsome, he lolled back in a large leather armchair.  A
pretty young girl stood in front of him, laughing, and Bettina was
surprised to see that she was wearing a blue dress identical to the one she
was wearing.  The girl was holding up her skirts and wore nothing beneath
so the young man could see the golden nest between her thighs that barely
covered the pouting lips that peeped through the hair.  All this was enough
to take her breath away, but there was worse, far worse.  The front of the
young man's trousers were undone, and through the opening thrust a pale
shaft with a pink head.  The young man was holding it lightly between his
finger and thumb, and seemed to be pointing it directly at the girl's rosy
opening.  Bettina had never seen a naked man, and she had not expected
anything remotely like this.  She stared at the picture with dreadful
fascination, unable to tear her eyes away.  She felt waves of heat rising
up her throat and flooding her cheeks.

   'I thought the girl looked remarkably like you, don't you think so, my
dear?' said the Baron.  'I don't know...' she whispered quietly.  'Look,
her dress is identical to yours!' She thought her legs would fold under her
as she felt the Baron's hand once again settle on the back of her knee. 
His fingers dallied for a moment, triggering flashes of energy that set her
trembling.  His touch seemed to burn her flesh as he gently moved his hand
up the back of her leg inside her dress, not hesitating, nor quickly
either, but with a casual confidence that took away her ability to resist
it.  Reaching her buttocks, the hand paused, caressing her bottom.

   The wine had done its work.  Instead of outrage or fear, Bettina thought
instead of the her new silk finery; the new 'grown up' underwear her mother
had bought her, and which only this morning she had adopted with such
pleasure.  A feeling of pride ran through her.  She felt very grown up.

   The Baron watched Bettina's face carefully as he ran his hand up her
leg. Passing his hand over her silk clad buttocks, he smiled.  Her mother
had dressed her for him, how thoughtful.  Knickerbockers were so
inconvenient.  A surge of expectation stiffened his penis.  She was not
objecting to his attentions.  He moved his hand upwards, then dipped it
into the elasticated waistband of her new panties, feeling the flesh of her
firm young bottom.  Still no objections.  He glanced up.  She was bright
pink, and staring at the picture of the young couple.  She glanced at him,
and he smiled back.  With his free hand he turned the page of the book. 
Bettina's eyes moved back to the pictures on the newly turned page.  The
girl was kneeling in front of the young man.  Bettina was horrified to see
that her hand was holding the long shaft that protruded from the boy's
trousers.  Her pudgy little fingers encircling it.  But it was the look on
their faces that amazed her the most.  The girl was gazing lovingly at the
fleshy object in her hand, a dreamy smile inhabiting her mouth.  The boy
was equally infatuated; laying back in the chair, his hands reaching out
for the girl, a positively rapturous expression on his face.

   She squirmed slightly as she felt the Baron's hand cup her buttock.  She
had been right.  The Baron was going to play with her secret place
again....then enlightenment hit her like a lightning bolt.

   All of a sudden she knew why little girl's underwear was so different to
women's, and somewhere deep inside her, that realisation was converted into
physical feelings.  Feelings that started in her belly and ran through her,
terminating in her secret place, but filling her whole body with a
heightened sense of awareness and expectation.  Then another thought
flashed into her mind.  Her mother had bought her these new
things....especially for this weekend....when she would be alone with the
Baron.  Did her mother know, or guess that this might happen??

   'Rembrandt always took artistic licence in my opinion, Bettina.'
Commented the Baron.  Bettina's jaw dropped.  The man who had painted the
face of God painted this?  The Baron continued.  'You're a big girl now, I
think you should know the truth in these matters.' She heard the rustle of
clothing.  'There you are, that is what it really looks like.'

   Looking down Bettina saw that the Baron had opened the front of his
robe, and that he wore nothing beneath.  She stared at the thing that stood
proud through the folds of his robe.  The painting was a pale and
romanticised representation of it.  The real thing in front of her rose
massively from a patch of dark hair and seemed as thick as her wrist.  The
head was not an insipid pink as the boy's was in the picture, but the
colour of a ripe plum; the slit in the end of it glaring at her like a
cyclopean eye.  She screwed her eyes tightly shut.  This was bad.  She had
been taught so at church.  It was the way to evil.  Father Jacob had said
so.  More sudden flashes of enlightenment.  Father Jacob sometimes visited
their house, and Bettina knew that he and her mother went up to her
bedroom.

   'Open your eyes, Bettina.' The Baron said quietly.  She remembered her
mother's instructions.  She opened them just a fraction.  The Baron was
turning the page of the big book and as he did so his hand delved further
into her silk panties, pushing them down to her thighs, his fingers moving
closer to her secret place.  The feeling that was circulating around her
lower torso suddenly flared and filled that private place of hers with
heat.

   Bettina closed her eyes again as the rest of the world seemed to fade
away, leaving just her and the Baron's fingers.  Suddenly those fingers did
something that she thought they shouldn't really do, but she moved her feet
apart slightly so they could do it more easily.  How could something so bad
feel like this?

   The Baron didn't miss Bettina's movement, nor did he fail to take
advantage of it.  He slid his hand along her vagina and began to lightly
massage her little clitoris, running a finger up to it through the folds of
her outer labia.  She was wet, and getting wetter.  Oh, how he loved the
young ones.  The younger they were the wetter they seemed to get.  They
were so ready.  Their bodies betraying them so quickly, leaving them ready
and waiting for him despite any misgivings they may have.

   Bettina was no different.  She may be unsure of what was going on, but
her body was absolutely aware of the proceedings and, according to the
wetness that was now trickling down her inner thigh, was more than ready
for what both it, and the Baron, knew was going to happen very shortly.  He
turned her to face him, then ran his other hand up her skirts.  He eased
her silk panties down and let them drop to the floor.  It would have been
so embarrassing to have the Baron fumbling with the cord of her cotton
knickerbockers, she thought, instead of just slipping them down like
this....

   When he showed her the picture of the girl lying under the boy and his
shaft buried in her to the hilt, she did not believe it possible.  Even as
Bettina gazed at the pictured couple, the Baron was sliding a finger in and
out of her tight little hole, his other hand stroking his aching cock. 
'Come over here Bettina, so we may be more comfortable.' She stepped out of
her discarded panties and he seated her on the sofa in front of the fire.
Then he went to a small table on which stood a crystal decanter of ruby red
liquid and two glasses.  He filled one glass and brought it to her.

   'Drink this....it will chase away all the doubts and worries!' he said
with a smile.  She choked and coughed at the sting of the liquor, but then
a marvellous glow spread through her, to her toes and finger tips.  He sat
beside her, stroked her hair and spoke to her softly.  'What a beautiful
girl you are, Bettina.  I've so looked forward to this weekend.' He slipped
an arm around her shoulders, bringing them closer together.  Lulled by the
alcoholic warmth in her belly and his mesmeric voice, she leaned her head
on his chest and relaxed against him.  His right hand was draped over her
shoulder and he caressed her right breast.  His left hand moved up her
legs, back to her secret place.  She let her thighs part, allowing him
complete access to her.

   'Shall we undo these little buttons?' the Baron asked Bettina.  She
nodded dumbly, and her hands moved to do as he bid.  She watched them, as
if in a dream, the liquor now having removed her inhibitions completely. 
The Baron had to supress a laugh as Bettina began to undress.  This was
beyond his wildest dreams!  He had expected to have to do it himself, with
Bettina objecting.

   He eased the dress off her shoulders and she stood up to let the garment
fall to the floor.  She lifted her arms when he peeled her chemise from her
torso and returned his smile when he removed her brassiere to reveal her
pink pointed breasts.

   She was naked in the candlelight.  Her child like body was pale and
white, like milk in a jug.  She felt no shame as he smiled at her and
fondled her bottom, suckling her breasts and kissing her face.  The port
wine had worked its magic on Bettina, smoothing away her fears and
suppressing her inhibitions.  She turned this way and that at the gentle
urging of his hands.  He stood up and she watched him as he shed his robe.
Again the real thing was much different to the pictures in the book.  The
boy was pale, smooth and slim.  The man standing in front of her was a
different animal altogether.  His complexion was darker.  The muscles in
his arms and torso rippled when he moved, his chest was covered in a light
coating of dark hair which ran down his belly and surrounded his erect
manhood.  His testicles were large and round, his legs looked strong and
powerful.

   Bettina stared at him like a rabbit hypnotised by a snake.  For a few
moments her mind raced as she tried to take in the unfamiliar sight before
her.  She felt both frightened and at the same time elated.  There was
something about this naked man that she found irresistible.  She felt an
urge to go to him, to hold him and to be close to him, to bring her own
nakedness to his.  But the sight of his penis kept her motionless.  The
Baron was not a small man, and his twenty centimetre penis would have made
any man proud.  It stood upright at an angle of forty five degrees from his
body, it's head seeming to watch her, it's single eye fastened on her; the
snake about to strike.

   To Bettina, who now knew where it was supposed to go, it looked
absolutely huge!

   'There now, we're both as God intended.' murmured the Baron.  Confusion
ran amok in Bettina's mind.  As God intended?  But surely this was wicked,
Father Jacob had told them at church....then from somewhere she couldn't
quite place, she heard another, quieter voice.  'People made clothes, not
God!' said the quiet voice.  'But surely this is the way to Hell?' she
asked it.  'How can things made by God be evil?  Look at him, is he not one
of God's works of art?' the voice asked her.  Bettina gazed at the naked
man before her.  He did look quite beautiful, magnificent, really. 
Frightening and magnificent all at the same time.  The liquor coursed
faster through her veins.  'And are you not also just as beautiful?'
Bettina looked down at her own body.  'Are we not all made in the image of
God himself?' The demon drink continued.  'God made you and he, just the
way you both are now, so how can that be evil?  Don't you think this must
be the way God wants it?' The confusion was settling.  Bettina nodded
slightly, it all made sense.  She began to see it all now.  For a moment
she considered her body and that of the man before her.  Yes, it was how
God had made them.  It was how He intended.  After all, didn't Father Jacob
do it, and her mother as well?  It was all so obvious now.

   The port wine was thoroughly in agreement with her.

   The Baron moved back to the sofa, and she sat next to him.  Her
breathing increased a pace, and her eyes swivelled to watch the snake as it
came closer.  He took her unresisting hand and wrapped it around his cock.
It jerked as though it had life of its own, and she was surprised to feel
how hot and hard it was.  He closed his hand over hers, and began to move
them up and down, showing her what he wanted.  She mastered the action in
seconds, and the Baron lay back, his eyes closed.

   Bettina now fully understood the situation.  She was doing the same as
the girl in the picture.  He wanted her to do the same things as the girl
in the blue dress.  She WAS the girl in the blue dress!  She remembered the
picture of the copulating young couple and looked at the Baron's cock in
her hand.  It was too big.  It would never go in her, she was too small. 
She was sure the Baron would understand and forgive her.

   When he began to moan softly she stopped, fearing she was hurting him,
but he said, 'Don't stop!  Just like that!' So she continued, reassured. 
Suddenly he let out a deep shuddering sigh, and amazed her with a jet of
milky fluid shooting from the snake's single eye!  It splashed across her
wrist and his belly and as she continued her action, he grasped her wrist
and said, 'That's enough, Bettina!' Smiling, he slowly sat up.  'Thank you
Bettina, you've made me very happy.  You're very good at that.' She smiled,
pleased that she had made him happy.  She watched him absent mindedly as he
slipped from the sofa and knelt on the floor.  He put his hands on her
knees, moving them apart.  Bending, he lowered his face between her thighs
and she felt his moustache tickling them.

   'What are you doing?' she cried in alarm, and tried to sit up.  But he
gently held her down.  She cried out again and fell back across the sofa as
his mouth covered her secret place.  His tongue caressed her labia, then
parted them and its hot wet ministrations caused her to arch her back and
cry out.  She was overcome by a sensation so intense she feared she might
feint, but her legs clamped the Baron's head so hard that for a moment he
too felt dizzy.

   Floating in a hazy post orgasmic stupor, Bettina did not realise the
Baron had moved.  He gently lifted her legs up and apart, moving closer to
her, his penis nudging her body.  That body, however, was more than ready
for him.  She was dripping wet, her vagina was well lubricated and hot as
blood surged around her lower belly.  The ripples of her orgasm had flexed
her unused virgin passage, preparing it and making it eager for her
deflowering.  It was not to be disappointed.

   The Baron gently moved his hips forward, pushing the dark red knob of
his big cock easily past Bettina's tight, wet labia and into her oily
vagina.  Her alcohol and orgasm induced state of relaxation enabled him to
subdue her maidenhead easily, stretching it until it gave in to the
inevitable, and, having done its duty for twelve years, it snapped and
admitted a man for the first time.

   Feeling the prick of pain, Bettina's eyes flashed open.  She tried to
close her legs, but they only clamped his hips.  She put her hands on his
chest, but lacked the strength to fend him off.  She realised that the pain
was only momentary; that she wasn't being torn apart by the Baron's huge
penis.  She looked down at his shaft as it slowly disappeared centimetre by
centimetre into her.  She could feel it's big head forcing apart her tight
passage as the Baron pushed it relentlessly into her slick hole.

   Exhausted from her first climax, her will sapped by the liquor, she just
lay there panting, unable to resist him or his big cock as they overpowered
her body and her senses.  She felt full of him, as though the snake was
consuming her entire being from the inside.  Incredible sensations began to
build in her as he moved slowly back and forth inside her young, tight
body; her wet, velvet passage massaging him, embracing and caressing him,
urging his cock to give up the fluid it craved.

   Bettina relaxed, giving herself over to him, allowing him free reign
over her.  No more protestations or resistance, just a blind obedience to
his demands; acceptance of him and his cock as the Baron fucked her towards
another climax.  He began to move faster and faster, his thrusting making
her small breasts quiver.  Bending over her, he spread her legs wider,
easing them down almost to her shoulders, his cock now plunging deep into
her, the head crashing into her cervix at the end of each powerful stroke.

   He felt her fingers on his shoulders, gripping him, her nails sending
little flashes of pain, heightening his already intense pleasure.  She
began to cry out, her vagina gripping him tightly, pulsating, milking him
of the semen that burst from his bulging balls.  With a deep growl he gave
a last, strong thrust.  She arched her back in the throes of her first cock
induced climax, clinging onto him as he threw back his head and shot his
sperm deep into her.  His cock spasming time after time, filling her with
the potent liquid.

   She fell back on the sofa, whimpering and gasping for breath.  The
Baron, wide eyed and breathless, shakily stood up, and viewed his conquest.


   Bettina lay sprawled across the sofa.  Her legs spread wide, her right
arm and leg dangling on the floor.  A stream of semen oozed from her.  Her
once closed light pink labia were now almost red and slightly parted, the
glow of her orgasm spreading from there up her belly to her chest and her
face.

   'That,' mused the Baron, 'is one well fucked little girl'

   They retired to Bettina's room and for the next two hours, Bettina
eagerly learned what pleased a man and brought pleasure to herself.  They
sucked and licked each other and she coughed a little when he came in her
mouth the first time.  But she learned quickly and, hearing again the words
she had first heard at her mother's bedroom door, 'Suck a little longer my
dear...' swallowed easily the second time.

   She sat astride him with an earnest expression and learned how to fuck a
man; but she giggled insanely when he positioned her on all fours and
mounted her from behind.

   In the morning the maid found them curled up together, fast asleep. 
When her mother came later in the morning, Bettina said nothing about the
night and its adventures.  She did wonder, though, why her mother had tears
in her eyes when she asked on the train home, 'Will I be staying with the
Baron again, Mamma?' 'Would you like to?  I'm sure he'd agree.' Her mother
responded as she counted the money the Baron had given her.  She shook her
head ever so slightly when Bettina replied, 'Why, yes Mamma, he has a
lovely house, and the food is quite delicious.' 'And what of the Baron
himself?' queried Elizabeth, noting the increase in her daughter's colour.
'Oh, He's....er....very nice.' 'Hmmm....Yes, so it would seem....'

   Elizabeth folder the notes and put them in her purse.  Bettina watched
her mother and the money.  'I was right', she thought, 'Mamma did dress me
for him.  And he's given her all that money.  I think Mamma will be wanting
me to visit the Baron again.;

   She absent mindedly fingered the gold necklace she was wearing.... 
  Epilogue.

   Bettina died in 2001, at the ripe old age of 96.  I don't know how many
children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren she had, but they were
numerous.  Some of her children were the Baron's.  When she had first
become pregnant at fourteen, he had arranged for her to marry the son of
his farm manager.  They had moved into a little cottage behind the stable
block, and Bettina produced a baby boy, much to the Baron's delight.

   When her husband, Eric, had gone off to war, never to return, the Baron
looked after Bettina and her son.  She had in time, produced a daughter for
her now dead husband, and then another one for the Baron.  She had, in
total six children, two boys and four girls.  The eldest boy and the eldest
girl had known parentage, but the others could have been attributable to
the Baron, Jurgen his coachman, or indeed any of the Baron's friends with
whom Bettina had spent the night after one of the Baron's dinner parties.
They were little more than an excuse for debauchery, and Bettina and her
school friend, Katarina, were often the centre of attention at these
events. On several occasions Bettina had woken in the morning to find
herself and Katarina naked in bed with the Baron and one or more of his
friends.

   Bettina's eldest daughter eventually had a baby for the Baron when she
too was fourteen.  Baron Maximillian von Langsdorf was a womaniser, a
debaucher of innocent young girls, and he preyed on vulnerable young
widows. For all that, when he died in 1945, he left his entire estate and
all his money to Bettina, thanking her for the joy she had brought to him
over the years and extolling her to use her new found wealth for the
benefit of her children.

   It was in the Baron's house that I had eaten dinner with Bettina and
listened to her tale.  The beautiful blonde teenager to whom Bettina had
suggested I should 'be introduced to' was the Baron's great, great,
granddaughter.

   Bettina made me promise not to publish her story until after her death.
'Scandal becomes harder for a family to bear with the years, and I have
many years and much scandal behind me.' She said.  Bettina also told me
what her friend Katarina, had told her about the Baron.  She thought
Katarina died in a bombing raid on Frankfurt in 1944.

   Rest in Peace Bettina, and you too, Katerina.    Time for a little
fiction.  Let's go back in time to post Great War Germany.  A time when men
were men, and willing little girls were fair game, not jail bait.

   Chapter 5: Magda and the Schoolmaster

   Hans Bauer was twenty eight, and he was the Schoolmaster in Pohlheim. 
He had been spared military service, a timely choice of career saving him
from the horrors of the trenches.  At University when hostilities broke
out, he had chosen teacher training college as a means of avoiding what he
saw as a frightening and avoidable experience.  Now, a qualified teacher,
he was training the children of this small community in the necessary
academic skills required by life.

   Most of the village's young men had gone off to war, to be replaced
sooner or later by telegrams regretting their deaths' and praising them for
their sacrifice for the Kaiser.  Hans had benefitted from their absence. 
Two of the younger wives in the village, it seemed, were unwilling to
sacrifice their sex lives as well as their husbands.  He had been surprised
by the quick acceptance of his non too subtle advances.  They, on the other
hand, willingly submitted to him as he was the only young male left in the
village.  The only other men were farm workers, old and with rough manners
and equally rough hands.  Hans was definitely their first choice!

   He lived alone in a small house on the edge of the village, no wife
waited for him to return at the end of the day, no welcoming arms or
smiling face to greet him, just the empty silence of his small house. 
True, the widows were available, and there were many in the province, but
having experienced the attitude of the two in the village, he saw them all
as untrustworthy as wives.  As soon as he was out of the house they'd be on
their backs for some other man, wouldn't they?  He had bedded them easily
enough, hadn't he?

   School was over for the day.  Sitting in the empty classroom, Hans was
watching the children outside, shouting and laughing as they made their way
home.  He was bored.  The only teacher in this tiny school, he didn't even
have the company of other people at work.  His life seemed to be just one
long lonely process of school and preparation for school.  He picks up his
brief case.  With a sigh he closes the office door behind him and sets off
for home.  He saunters down the main street to the other end of the village
to his house.  It is the last building in the village, and overlooks a
field, now deep in grass, soon to be cut for hay.

   Just in front of Hans, a young boy and girl from his school walking hand
in hand.  He recognises them as Albert and Magda.  He is just opening his
garden gate when he sees them slip into the field.  Intrigued by the
obvious possibilities, he unlocks his front door and runs up the stairs.  A
quick search of his bedroom cupboard for his yachting binoculars, and he is
at the landing window in seconds.  A hundred metres from his house, and
hidden by the long grass from the view of passers-by on the road, the young
couple have shed some of their clothing.  He watches them as they explore
each other's bodies, fascinated by the sight of the their mutual
masturbation.

   It is only minutes before Albert's penis spurts semen across Magda's
hand and arm.  Hans retreats to his bedroom, his erection demanding
attention, and soon, as did Albert, he is jetting a stream of sticky fluid
from his cock, his mind's eye on the young Magda's pussy.

   The next afternoon, as school is finishing, he calls the two pupils to
his office.  To their dismay they realise they have been found out.  Hans
describes their behaviour as 'grossly immoral, and totally inappropriate
for children.. ..' Albert is told to bare his bottom and bend over the
desk. He is given three strokes of the cane, and is dismissed.  He leaves
the office.

   Hans tells Magda to bend over the desk to receive her punishment.  He
watches in amazement, as she lifts her skirt, pulls down her
knickerbockers, and bends over the desk.  He is about to tell her he does
not cane girls, but spanks them with his hand without them exposing their
bottoms, when he sees her fearful, tear stained face looking at him.  He
realises she is expecting the same treatment as Albert, and is scared of
the caning.

   'There's no need to cry, Magda!' he assures her.  'I don't...' he stops,
looking at her smooth peach like bottom.  Her white knickers have dropped
to the floor.  'Perhaps there is an alternative for you....not the cane,
but...  just my hand...' She relaxes visibly.  Her widowed mother on
occasion has spanked her bare bottom.  It's not so bad.  She settles down
across his desk.  He stands beside the young girl, staring at her exposed
buttocks.  He reaches out his left hand, placing it on the small of her
back.  He runs his right hand over her smooth firm flesh, feeling her tense
beneath his touch.  His penis is hard and straining against his trousers.
Unable to resist the temptation, he cups her left buttock in his hand and
squeezes it gently.  His fingers curl around it, almost touching her anus.

   'You and Albert acted most immorally....I blame him mainly...' 'Er..yes
Sir...  ' 'Was it the first time then?' 'Er..Yes....er...no sir.' 'So if
I....umm....examine you, will I find that you are a virgin?' She does not
reply.  Magda is motionless; she holds her breath as she feels his fingers
near her vagina.  She can hear his breathing, heavy and deep.  Something
tells her this is going to be different to the punishment her mother gives
her.  His hand moves gently over her flesh, his fingers touching her most
intimate places.  He feels the slickness of her sex on his fingertips.

   Magda flinches slightly at his touch and releases her pent up breath. 
Emboldened by her silence, he pushes his middle finger tip into the young
girl's vagina.  A warm oily dampness greets his digit.  His finger slides
in up to the first knuckle.  She still makes no sound.  The second knuckle
disappears into the teenager.  Something or someone has preceded him.

   'Is that uncomfortable, Magda?' He asks.  'Er....no Sir...' 'You are not
a virgin my dear.' He slowly begins to massage her with his finger.  She is
soft but very tight.  He can feel her getting wetter by the second, her
young body responding rapidly to his finger.

   'Is this what Albert did?' She nods her head.  His finger goes in up to
the third knuckle, and rubs against her clitoris.  An involuntary 'ah'
escapes her lips.  His finger is releasing waves of sensation through her
body.  She feels hot and perspiration is on her forehead.  Without thinking
she tilts her hips forward, raising her backside and rubbing her self
against his hand.

   'Well, Magda, it seems you are not a virgin...Shall I inform your
Mother?' She turns her head to look at him with tear filled eyes.  'Please
Sir...no!  She'll send me away...she said so!' 'So we must seek alternative
punishment then.' Hans undoes his trousers.  `If you keep quiet about what
I am about to do, I shall not speak to your mother.  Are we in agreement?'
'Are you...  going to...  do it to me...  Sir?  Albert and I
never....we....he only...with his finger' Hans pushes his trousers to his
knees.  His circumcised penis springs into view.  It is erect, blue veins
standing out on its surface, with hairy balls hanging below.

   Magda stares at it.  He is longer than Albert's, thicker too.  His balls
are bigger, hanging low.  His general appearance is much more mature,
threatening in its sexuality.  Certainly not the toy like smoothness of
Albert's body.

   Hans moves behind her.  Something in her head tells her to run, but fear
of her Mother and a huge curiosity are stronger, and tell her to stay.  She
bites her bottom lip, anxiety running through her.  Hans smiles as Magda
braces herself against the desk, the action giving implied consent to his
demands.  He now has a clear view of the young girls vagina and anus.  They
have a baby like quality that brings beads of sweat to his forehead, and
makes his heart race.  She feels the smooth head of his cock as he rubs it
along the slit of her vagina.  He probes with his cock, pushing gently,
feeling the tip of it becoming wet with her lubricant.  He watches the
outer lips of her vagina part as they give way to the head of his penis,
unconditionally accepting it into their warm and tender embrace.

   'Please Sir!  I don't think I'm big enough.....?' He pushes harder and
the head disappears.  '....OHHH!' A gasp of breath as the knob of his penis
stretches the entrance to her vagina, squeezing through her tight inner
labia, which snap closed behind it, gripping his shaft in an exquisite
embrace.  Albert's finger was one thing, but this is something else
entirely!

   'Are you alright?  Am I hurting you?' He asks, as he eases a little more
of his cock into her.  Her breathy reply dispels his fears even before she
finishes the sentence.  'Yes Sir...I think so...its just
that.....well...its bigger than...than...'

   'Albert's finger?' Unable to control himself any longer he pushes into
her.  She feels herself opening up before his invading penis like a balloon
that is being inflated for the first time.  He slowly withdraws all but the
head of his cock, savouring the initial tightness of his pubescent,
virginal prize.  Again he pushes slowly into her.  This time she makes a
quiet mewing sound, adjusting her hips to him, giving herself up to his
penis and the feelings it is arousing in her.  He begins to move in her.

   Only Albert's fingers have been here before, perforating her hymen and
leaving the way clear for Hans.  Albert's juvenile cock only ever found
satisfaction in her palm, stirring her inquisitiveness; it is Hans that is
now reaping the reward of Albert's fumbling's.  She is tight and firm
around him, her juices giving a velvet feel to her vagina as his cock
slides slowly in and out of her.  Each time he pulls his cock back only
until he feels her inner labia tight around his knob.  Each time he pushes
into her he stops only when he feels her cervix kiss his glans.

   Magda's head is spinning with new sensations.  Her belly churns with
excitement as she savours the feel of a man in her for the first time. 
Suddenly Hans pulls out of her.  She looks around to see him stripping off
his clothes.  She feels slightly embarrassed by her own predicament.  Her
knickers are round her ankles, her skirt over her back.  Standing up she
steps out of her panties.  He motions to her to remove her shirt.  Shyly
she unbuttons it, revealing a silky chemise.  The naked Hans is unbuttoning
her skirt.  All that remains between Magda and naked glory is the chemise.
Hans lifts her arms above her head, then in one swift movement pulls the
garment off her.  She is naked but for her socks and shoes.  He has never
seen a more breath-taking sight and gazes in awe at her.

   Magda's blonde hair falls over her shoulders in a vain effort to hide
the swellings of her small breasts.  Equally blonde hair also fails to hide
her recently virgin teenage pussy.

   Hans gently pushes her against his desk, facing him this time.  She puts
her hands behind her as he sits her on the edge of his desk.  He moves
closer to her; his hands parting her knees, his straining penis rearing up
between them, both pairs of eyes staring at it intently as it nuzzles her
vagina once more.  She is no longer tense with anxiety this time, as he
slides into her firm, slick passage.  He watches her face, as he slowly
pumps his tool into her.  Her eyes close and her lips part slightly. 
Colour flushes her upper chest and neck, her cheeks then her ears turning
pink.

   He puts his arms around her, pulling her against his chest.  Her arms go
around his neck.  He becomes more urgent in his movements, his slow strokes
speeding up as her gentle initiation into the world of sexual intercourse
becomes her first fuck.  It is only a minute before semen rises from of his
balls and jets into Magda.

   Magda feels his penis pulse as it blasts the potent fluid into her. 
Instinctively she arches her back and thrusts against him.  His hands grip
her buttocks, clamping her to him as his massive ejaculation fills her with
a flood of hot sperm.  She clings to Hans as the realisation of the event
begins to impress itself on her.  A baby?  Surely not!  Albert will be in
for a surprise though.

   Magda watches intently as Hans pulls his cock out of her.  She feels a
stream of semen running between her buttocks.  It pools on the edge of the
desk and then drips onto the carpet.  His once straining penis is now
wilting like a flower in the sun.  She looks at him, blushing furiously. 
His expression is softer and the ghost of a smile inhabits his mouth.

   'Will that be all Sir?' she asks quietly as she slips from the desk,
standing naked before him.  'Yes Magda, thank you.' She starts to dress,
pulling on her chemise, and then wiping herself with her knickers.  She
doesn't put them on however, but puts them in her schoolbag.  As she makes
for the office door, she stops and turns to him 'Am I....er...well....was
that the....er....punishment?' 'Magda, you were exquisite!  But
please....remember, don't tell anyone, or there will be trouble!' 'Yes
Sir!' 'Oh, and Magda....' 'Sir?' 'Perhaps we could....if you'd like to that
is...er....do it again sometime?' 'Yes Sir!' her smile assures him that all
is well, and that 'next time' will not be long in coming.    Chapter
6: Magda & the Shopkeeper
The next Saturday Magda is up early to do her chores.  She cleans her
room, sweeps the front doorstep, and tidies up the small living room.  Her

mother calls from the kitchen.  'I need some things from the shop, will you
go and get them?' 'OK Mum!' she replies.  Armed with marks and a shopping
basket she trots off up the road to the village.

   In the field next to her house, a group of men are gathered around two
horses tethered to the fence.  As Magda approaches, she sees one of the men
lead a horse around in a circle, so that it approaches the other one from
the rear.  With a sudden movement, the horse rears up and mounts the other
one.  Magda gasps in surprise as she sees the stallion's penis.  It is at
least a metre long, black and rigid!  She stands motionless, eyes wide,
staring as the man guides the huge cock into the mares vulva.  The stallion
slides forward along the mare's back, snorting, eyes wide, nostrils flared
as he fucks his long cock into his new mate.

   The sound of laughter brings her attention to the group of men.  They
are all looking at her, laughing at the expression on her face, and her
obvious interest in the proceedings.

   'Not long now Magda!' one of the calls out.  'Soon be your turn...I'll
be yer stallion....just giv us a shout.' The group of men guffaw and laugh
even louder.  Magda runs up the street, her face burning with
embarrassment, images of the big cock disappearing into the mare bounce
around her mind.  An unfamiliar, but not unpleasant feeling in the pit of
her stomach reminds her of the feeling of the teacher's penis as she
watched it disappear into her yesterday.

   A small bell above the door tinkles as Magda enters the small village
shop.  'Hello young Magda, and what can I do for you today?' the middle
aged shopkeeper enquires of her.  She gives him the list her mother wrote
out, and he busies himself assembling the requested goods.  Magda wanders
around the small shop, examining some of the items on display.  The shop
keeper is looking at her.  She has seen other men looking at her before,
but has never thought why, until now.  Thanks to her teacher, she knows why
he is looking at her, and what he is thinking.

   'Couldn't give me a hand could you?  Need to get the needles from the
top shelf....bad leg won't let me climb the step ladder...' Magda climbs
the steps for him.  He holds the steps steady for her.  Her skirt is fairly
short and the shopkeepers face is just inches from her legs.  She can see
him looking up her skirt.  He asks her if she can get another item for him.
He is sweating and his face is pink.  Magda agrees, pretending to be
innocently helping out, but enjoying teasing the man.  She can see his
erection causing a bulge in his trousers.

   He is holding the steps on either side of her as she climbs down.  As
she reaches the bottom of the steps he has not moved.  She steps off the
ladder, backing into him and his hard cock.  He steps back with a grunt. 
He stares at her, and says, 'That's a very short skirt to be climbing
ladders in!' 'Could you see up it then?' 'Yes, and very nice too!  By the
way' he says more slowly, 'how would you like to pay for these things
Magda?' 'Mum gave me five marks, why?' 'How would you like to keep that
money for yourself?' 'How could I do that Sir?' She asks.  'Show me a
little more of what's under you skirt......  in the back store...' She
looks down at the bulge in his pants.  'I don't think Mum would like me to
do that...' she begins.  The shopkeeper interrupts her.  'Why not?  She
does!' Magda stares at him, shocked by the revelation.  'She does?' 'Sure
she does, and it's not just looking...she lets me do more than look...'
'Well....OK, but no touching, just looking!' She watches him as he locks
the shop door.  Taking her by the hand he leads her into the room at the
back.  The store room is full of boxes and sacks.  Magda leans against some
flour sacks and lifts up her skirt.  'I've already seen your knickers, I
want to see more.  Take them off,and that blouse too...show me properly!'
As she removes her shirt, he takes out his penis.  Shorter than Hans, but
to her surprise, much thicker.  They seem to come in all shapes and sizes.
He is slowly rubbing it with his right hand.  He watches her intently as
she lifts the hem of her chemise and pulls it over her head.  His lusting
eyes caress her pert nipples and sweep over her young breasts.  She can
almost feel them as they rove over her firm body.  Her eyes are equally
occupied with him.

   'Want to play with it?.  he asks.  'Why not kneel on the floor, get a
closer look...?' She does as he suggests.  His cock is just inches from her
face.  She reaches out for it, and closes her hand around it.  He takes a
deep breath.  Albert is not the only one who likes it massaged.  'Give it a
little kiss, pop it in your mouth and give it a suck.  That would be very
nice!' He pushes his trousers to the floor.  She is intrigued by the
thought.  Just what will men think of next Once again, she does as he asks
of her.  His penis is firm and fleshy in her mouth, stretching her jaws
wide open.  His hands are holding the sides of her head, gently moving it
back and forth.  She glances up, looking into his eyes as expressions of
ecstasy ripple across his features.

   'How about those knickers then?' he asks thickly, pulling his cock from
her mouth.  She stands up, letting his hands slide down the length of her
torso.  They each take in one of her small firm breasts on their journey to
the waist band of her knickers.  His thumbs hook the garment and pull them
down.  Despite her demand that there is 'no touching' she makes no
objection as he kneels before her and strips away the last of her clothing,
leaving her naked to his gaze.  His breathing is fast and shallow, his face
is flushed.  Beads of sweat glisten on his brow.  His hands now rest on her
hips and his face draws closer to her, nuzzling her pubic mound.  Her hands
fly to his temples, gripping him firmly as his tongue slides through her
wispy blonde pubic hair into her hot, moist slit.  It finds its objective,
her clitoris.

   She gasps in shock as the hot wet intruder caresses her button,
introducing her to a whole new dimension of pleasure.  In moments she is
working her hips against his face, with her hands clamping his head to her.
He is holding her buttocks, drawing her hips forward, his tongue finding
her hole; probing, licking its oozing juice.  Her gasping turns to moans,
and she leans back against the flour sacks.  His hands drop to grip the
back of her knees, easing her legs apart.  His tongue continues its
devastating exploration of her vagina.  She feels her legs being lifted and
she falls back over the sacks.  She offers no resistance as he lifts her
legs up and apart.  The tip of his thick member rests against her flooding
pussy, dripping semen between its pouting lips.

   Once again the stretching feeling as he pushes into her, his fat cock
sliding into her firm body, leaving a trail of sperm from her labia almost
to her cervix.  Immediately he begins to fuck her with short quick strokes,
his balls slapping against her backside.  In seconds he grunts and shoots
the contents of his bulging balls into her, the hot liquid bringing him
relief, and Magda frustration.  Her fingers seek out her clitoris.  Working
furiously they quickly bring an orgasm.

   The grocer watches in delight, holding his cock in her as she writhes in
ecstasy before him like a captured fish on an anglers hook.  She feels his
penis growing hard again inside her, and once more he begins to move in
her, his sliding cock extending the waves of her orgasm, bringing a
constant flow of pleasure to her loins.  Again his movements become more
urgent, his hips slamming against her, his semen once more jetting into her
receptive young body.  With a moan Magda relaxes as her orgasm ebbs.  The
shopkeeper runs his hands over her firm breasts for a final feel of this
young beauty.  His cock slips from her, a single drop of semen oozing from
it, bearing witness to his satisfaction.

   'My word, Magda, even more enthusiastic than Mum!  Must run in the
family.' He buttons his trousers.  'Feel free to come any time!' he laughs
at his own joke.  'I can see you're going to cost me a lot in groceries!'
Magda starts to dress as he returns to the shop.  She is fully clothed by
the time he returns.  He hands her the shopping basket .  'There you are my
dear!  And here's the change you can give to Mum.  Don't want her knowing
our little secret do we, eh?'

   Magda slips the change into her purse, the prospect of spending her
money a pleasant bonus.  Something else runs through her mind too....both
the teacher and the shopkeeper want to keep it all secret...her mind turns
over the possibilities!    Chapter 11: Magda and the Farmer

   Saturday mornings are the time most children are busy with jobs for
their parents.  This is usually a means of ensuring pocket money.  Magda is
busy this morning, and having just finished making the beds, is summoned by
her Mum.

   'Magda!  We need milk, go to the farm and get a litre....' She goes to
the kitchen, gets the large white porcelain jug from the cupboard, and sets
off to the nearby farm.  It's only a couple of hundred metres or so down
the lane, and she is there in a couple of minutes.  She knocks on the door
of the house, but there's no reply.  She looks around the farm yard, but
there's no sign of anyone.  She knows that the farmer's wife often visits
her sick sister in the next village, so she wanders around the farm
buildings looking for the farmer.  She finds him busy getting a boar into a
pigsty with a sow.

   Magda watches the boar begin trying to mount the sow when the farmer
says to her, 'Now then young lady, I reckon you best be comin' away from
'ere now, else you'll be seein' sumat' as concerns only grownups!' Magda
doesn't move, but, keeping her eyes firmly on the action in the pigsty,
replies, 'I know about sex.  I'm thirteen you know...' 'Really!' exclaims
the farmer, rubbing his chin.  'Thirteen eh!  Knows about sex do yer....?'
'Of course....he's giving her babies....' she stops in mid-sentence as she
feels the farmers hand on her bottom.

   'Ever done it yerself then....?' he asks her in a soft voice, his hand
sliding slowly down her leg to the hem of her skirt.  A ripple of nervous
excitement runs through Magda.  Sex again!  It seems to Magda that every
man she meets now wants to get between her legs.  She keeps her eyes on the
two pigs and replies, 'None of your business.....'

   Magda suddenly feels his rough skin on the back of her thigh as his hand
moves up under her skirt, 'Lovely young girl like you must 'ave all the
boys runnin' after yer.' His hand cups her right buttock, gently squeezing
it.  'Looks like our two lovers 'ere are gettin' on alright, eh?' he says,
as the boar starts to hump away at his new conquest.  The farmer slides his
right hand over the waist band and into Magda's knickers.  She jumps
slightly as he does so.

   'No need to be all tense me dearie, I sha'n't 'urt ye!' She makes no
protest, the thrill of expectation motivates her now.  Without thinking she
bends forward a little, and the farmer moves his hand down and gingerly
slips a finger into her pussy.  Finding no resistance, and feeling his
finger getting wet, he grins and says, .  'That's nice, all wet an' ready
fer me....' Magda keeps her eyes firmly fixed on the pigs.  Whilst she is
very interested in sex, she is not so impressed by the farmer, and prefers
not to look at him as he 'finger fucks' her for a minute, getting her well
lubricated.

   Magda feels his finger slip out, then his hand on her shoulder.  He
pushes her gently forward, bending her over the pigsty wall.  'Now you jus'
relax, little Magda, an' let me.....' He lifts up her skirt, folding it up
over her back.  She feels his thumbs in the waistband of her knickers, and
then cool air on the exposed skin of her bare buttocks.  He has pushed her
knickers down to her knees, she wiggles her legs, and the cotton garment
drops to the floor.In the pigsty the boar is grunting loudly, and Magda
watches as semen oozes out between the coupled pigs.

   Behind her the farmer has dropped his trousers, and has his cock in his
hand.

   It's just as well that Magda isn't looking behind her.  Despite holding
it with all his fingers wrapped around it, there is still about six inches
of his cock still showing.  It's a monster, thick as a baby's arm, and with
a knob the size of a goose egg.  Thick veins criss-cross the shaft, and two
huge balls swing below, covered in thick black hair.  This huge tool has
had several of the village women gasping and pleading for mercy, but they
all came back for more.  All of them were mothers though.  None of them
were thirteen year old girls.

   The farmer begins to prepare Magda's little pussy for what he knows is
going to be, to say the least, an uncomfortable experience for her.  He
inserts the thumb of his left hand into her, working it in and out as well
as from side to side.  He can hear Magda's breathing, and she is very wet.
He drops to his knees and begins to tongue her pussy.  Magda squeaks and
jerks her hips forward, but he says to her, 'Now then!  You jus' keep
still. Don't want ter 'ave ter chase yer all aroun' the farm.' Magda
relaxes a little, but the farmers tongue is a devastating implement.  In
seconds she is gasping and 'ouuuing' and 'ahhhing' much to the farmers
delight.  A minute of this is enough to bring Magda to a climax.  As it
diminishes and she begins to relax, she settles over the wall.

   'Now 'old still...' says the farmer, '....while I jus' slips this lil'
ole pecker o' mine in....' He places the huge head of his cock against her
outer labia, but whilst she can feel his cock, poor Magda has no idea yet
of the size of it, '....to that lovely young cunt o' yourn!'

   Pushing gently, he begins.  Her wet hole is more than ready and Magda's
relaxed, post orgasmic state is perfect for him.  In one small movement he
stretches her inner labia wide apart and the huge head is in her.  Magda
squeals in shock at the size of the monster cock, as it pushes her labia
apart and is gripped tight by them.  It is much thicker than the
Schoolmaster's or the shopkeeper's.  In fact it is so big she is gasping
for breath and struggling to try and get away from it.  The farmer,
however, is ready for this.  Young mothers have complained he is too big
for them, so he has guessed, (rightly!) that the young teenager just
wouldn't be able to take him.  Unfortunately for Magda, the farmer has
decided that he's going to fuck her anyway, no matter what.  He has never
had such a young girl, and is very excited by the prospect.  He's
determined to make the most of her.

   As he begins to push into her, he reaches forward and grasps the back of
her neck, holding her down over the wall.  As she struggles to escape from
the huge cock, it is a simple matter for him to just push her head forward,
so preventing almost all movement.  Magda is bent almost double, unable to
escape the massive penis now being forced, inch by devastating inch, into
her.  Her mouth is open wide, her eyes staring at the straw covered floor
of the pig sty.  She gasps a plea to the farmer.  'P..please!  Stop!  It's
too big!  I can't....' the farmer interrupts her.  'Just a second longer
little one.  Just a second....' She moans as she feels the monster push
against her cervix.  It's as far in as it can go.  For the time being. 
'....and there we are!  All the way in!' He looks down at about four inches
of shaft still not in the poor girl.  He eases a couple of inches back and
he feels Magda relax a little.  On the inward stroke he feels her tense up
again.  'You just try and relax while I works it about a bit.  Make things
better that way!' He begins to fuck Magda with short, slow strokes.  He
knows that the copulation will relax her, and stop her fighting against
him. He also knows that if he fucks her for long enough, he will,
eventually, stretch her until all his cock is buried in her.  For several
minutes the farmer gently pushes in and out of Magda's pussy.  She is
lubricating profusely now, and this has eased the discomfort of being
stretched so wide.  She's more comfortable and she has stopped fighting
him. She lays across the pigsty wall.  As her body begins to accept the
massive intruder, he is able to get more and more of the shaft into her. 
To Magda it feels as though her insides are being re arranged.

   Eventually, he is sliding all ten inches of it and out of her.  'Right
then young Magda!' He booms triumphantly, 'You got a real cock in yer now!'
He slides right into her, causing her to grunt.  'Reckon it's time tofuck
yer now!' Magda turns her head and says, 'I thought you'd already been
doing that!' 'Nah!  Jus' gettin' it up yer!' He chuckles.  'Better stand up
a little....put yer 'ands on the top o' the wall....that's right....spread
yer legs a bit more....  ahh!  Lovely!' Magda has now 'assumed the
position'.  Her legs are straight, feet wide apart, and she is bending
forward slightly, supporting herself by holding onto the wall in front of
her.

   The farmer grips her hips, and bends his knees a little.  He hunches
forward, driving his big cock up into her and promptly proceeds to fuck her
with long, hard thrusts.  Each time he drives into her, she grunts as the
monster cock bangs into her cervix.  Several times it pops out of her
altogether and he has to shove it back in.  She gasps as he roughly forces
it back into her tight hole.  After what seems to Magda to be about an
hour, but in reality is only a couple of minutes, his pace quickens and he
slams mercilessly into her.  Magda cries out, both in pain and pleasure as
she also climbs to orgasm.  She reaches it before him, her head is
spinning, her body feels as though it's in a different time county.  Wave
after wave of orgasm smash through her as the huge pistoning cock races to
a crescendo.  When he slams into her for one last time and holds it deep
inside her, semen pulsing into her, she almost feints.  The farmer lifts
her gently and carries her to some bales of straw.  Her skirt is still high
above her waist, her blonde pussy on display.

   The farmer gazes at her naked belly.  A big grin spreads across his face
as he sees his semen oozing thickly out of the young girl.  Magda stares in
disbelief at the thick cock now hanging limply down between the farmer's
legs.

   'How you like bein' fucked proper then?  I reckon' you ain't had one
that big afore, 'ave yer?' Magda shakes her head.  'Do many men....have
such big....' He laughs at her question.  'Fraid not my luv.  If yer wants
a biggun, you gonna 'ave to come an' see me!  An I reckon you'll be back
afore too long!  Unless yer wants another go, do yer?  It'll be 'ard in a
minute, quicker if yer sucks it a bit!' Magda sits up, panicked at the
thought of another brutal ravishing!

   'No!  I never said I wanted it in the first place!' 'Oh!  Sorry!  I
thought yer was ready fer it, seein' as 'ow yer let me finger yer!' He is
massaging his cock, resurrecting the beast.  'Whatever gave you that idea?
Fingers are one thing, that....that....thing....is something else
entirely!' He chuckles again, deep and rumbling.

   'Well, fancy that!  An 'eres me thinkin' you wanted it!' Reaching down
he grasps her ankles, tips her backwards and straddles the straw bale with
his legs.  His big penis sways from side to side as it sticks out
horizontally in front of him.  Sitting between her thighs he says, 'You
cummin' like that must 'ave been a shock then.  An I reckon this is going
to be anuvver surprise.' He slips his big knob into her gooey hole.  This
time it feels tight, but not too uncomfortable.  Magda looks on in
amazement as he pushes the monster into her again.  He bends over her,
pushing her legs right back.  'Sorry an' all, but the sight o' that pretty
little cunt o yourn is too much to bear, an I reckon its affected my
'earin' too, as I never 'eard nothin' by way o' complaint from you either!'

   Five minutes of pounding with his huge cock has Magda screaming again.
Pleasure this time, her fingers gouging his back as he ploughs into her for
a second session.  When he's finished she stands up, bending slightly with
her knees bowed, watching his semen flood out onto the straw covered floor.
After the flow stops, she wriggles back into her knickers and straightens
her clothing.  She holds out the big ceramic jug her mother gave her.

   'May I have a jugful of milk please?  My Mum's waiting for me.' 'Sure
enough me dear!  An' I reckon a pat o' butter won't go amiss either.  You
make sure you comes to visit me again soon, Magda.  Just so's that sweet
lill' cunt o' yours don't forget 'ow to cope with a big `un, eh?'

   Magda makes her way home, her legs almost numb from being forced up to
her ears, her vagina aching and feeling a foot wide, and just for good
measure, dollops of thick semen keep oozing into her knickers.  That, she
mused, was very different indeed.    Chapter 12: Hans and Hannah

   Hans was annoyed.  His watch, a gift from his mother, had stopped.  It
was fully wound, and he could see no reason for it to not work, but work it
would not.  Dependent on it for timekeeping at the school, he had no option
but to take it to a watch repairer.  The only one that he knew of was in
Frankfurt, and so, the following Saturday, he caught the early train to the
city, and headed to the aforesaid establishment.

   The watchmaker, Moisha Bloomberg, as his name may suggest to you, was
Jewish.  He had lived in Frankfurt all his life, and resided there still,
above his small but profitable shop, with his wife of some twenty two
years, and their nineteen year old daughter, Hannah.

   Now, Hannah, though a beautiful blonde, was, according to her mother,
overdue to be married.  In fact it was on this very subject that she was
berating her poor husband when Hans opened the door and walked into their
shop.

   'Good morning Sir, how can I help you?  Queried the watchmaker, relieved
to get a break from his wife's nagging.  Was it his fault no suitable
professional man operated in their social circles?  But never mind that,
here was business to be attended to.

   'Good Morning to you my good Sir.  I wish to have a watch mended.' The
watchmaker took the proffered item, and began opening it.  'A gift from my
Mother, and indispensable for timekeeping at the school.' Moisha looked up
from his task.  'School, did you say Sir?  You are a Schoolmaster?' 'Yes,
in fact headmaster of a small village school.  So the watch is of great
importance to me.'

   'Ah!  Yes, of course!.  Can't have lessons late, can we?' His wife slid
out of the shop and ushered Hannah down stairs to view Hans from behind the
curtain that separated the shop from the back room.  'Can it be repaired?'
Asked an anxious Hans.

   'Certainly Sir, but it will take a few days.  Can you come back next
Saturday?  I can lend you a reliable timepiece until then.' 'Very good, I
shall be here at the same time next Saturday.' He fastened the loaned watch
to his waistcoat, and bid the watchmaker a good day.  After he had gone,
Moisha's wife burst into the shop.

   'My, my!  What a handsome young man.  A schoolmaster no less.  What did
you think of him, Hannah?' Moisha threw up his hands.  'Can you think of
nothing else woman?' he said despairingly.  His wife clucked in annoyance.
'One of us has to, or the girl will never be married.  Coming back next
Saturday is he?  Well, Hannah, what do you think of him?' Hannah blushed
deeply.

   'He's very handsome, certainly.  He dresses well and is well
mannered....' Her mother beamed at her.  'So there you are.  And a school
master at that.  What more could a girl want?' Moisha shook his head. 
'Haven't you forgotten something?  Or maybe you think we can order him to
marry our girl?' 'Don't you worry about him, Moisha.  Leave it to me. 
We'll see what a little hospitality can do, shall we?'

   Much to Hans surprise, when he attended the watchmakers shop the
following week, it was not the watchmaker, but a lovely young woman who
handed him his now smoothly ticking watch.  As he was paying her, the
watchmaker appeared from the back room.  'There you are Sir, good as new,
and a quality time piece.  It was a pleasure to work on it.' Hans smiled.
He had been worried it may not be repairable.

   'You seem to have come some distance, and my wife wondered if you would
care to join us for lunch, before you go back?' 'Er....  from Pohlheim....'
As he looked at Hannah, a certain longing came into Hans.  He looked at
Hannah, then and then at the watchmaker.  'How very kind.  I would be
honoured!'

   And so it was that Hannah and Hans began their relationship and
furthermore, much to the delight of the watchmaker's wife, some three
months later they were married, and Hannah moved to the school house in
Pohlheim.

   One morning, some weeks after the wedding, a large parcel arrived at the
school master's house.  Hannah eyed it with curiosity, but left it unopened
for her husband to open when he came home from the school.  'There's a
parcel for you, dear.' she informed him as she helped him remove his coat
at the front door.  'Ah!  Good!  That will be my new camera.  Come and
look.' The two of them sat on the sofa in their front room, and Hans
excitedly ripped open the brown paper parcel.  A shiny black and chrome
camera, complete with a shiny brown carrying case, emerged from the flurry
of paper.

   Over the next few weeks, Hans experimented with his new hobby; often
talking his shy wife into posing for him, even managing to talk her into
posing for him in the nude.  'I'm not too sure about this, Hans.' she had
complained to him as she sat naked in their living room, as he busied
himself with his apparatus.  'Not sure, my dear?  Why ever not?  Many of
the world's greatest pieces of art feature beautiful ladies with no
clothes.'

   'Mmmmm, but this isn't quite the same, is it?' she asked.  He stood up,
looking at her with piercing eyes.  'My love; you are a lovely young woman
in the prime of her young life, and I am sure that no one, anywhere, would
begrudge me such a keepsake for my dotage!' At this, Hannah, an obedient
and submissive girl, thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.  Hans
busied himself once more snapping a series of pictures of his wife,
depicting her in various poses, and as there, naked as the day she was
born.

   One morning, a few days into the school summer holidays, Hans tells
Hannah they are going to the beach, where he has rented a beach chalet for
two weeks.  She is delighted.  It is another adventure for Hannah.  Living
a sheltered life, she has never ventured far from home, her marriage to
Hans being a huge adventure in itself The seaside is a very long way from
Frankfurt, and Hannah has never seen the sea or it's beaches.

   The next few days are spent shopping.  Hans purchases her a new white
dress.  Its bodice clings to her upper body, showing her curvaceous form
with stunning effect.  Hannah may be from a lowly background, and her
experience of life very limited, but her physical attributes are
considerable.  The wide, deep neckline, ('all the fashion in Berlin my
dear!') is fringed with pink.  Apart from exposing her shoulders, it
frames, and gives a tantalising hint of the magnificence of her breasts. 
The long pleated skirt falls from her hips in a swirling cascade to sweep
around her ankles in a truly royal manner.

   Hans also purchases for her a swim suit which Hannah tells him she will
be far too shy to wear in public.  It clings to her body and shows all her
shape, and the legs are so short as to be almost non-existent.  The
neckline is as low as that of her dress.  To make matters worse, instead of
a nice modest black, it's in a bright 'canary yellow'.  `Don't worry about
it too much, dear.  You probably won't need it.' Hans informed her as she
worried about the bathing suit.

   On the morning of departure, Hannah is just bursting with excitement. 
When the motor taxi arrives to take them to the railway station, she is a
picture of delight.  The dress Hans has bought for her brings looks of
admiration from the men in the village and envy from the women.  The
matching parasol giving her an air of sophistication she really does not
feel.  Even so, Hannah looks, and feels, 'like a million Marks'

   After a long and tiring journey they arrive at their destination.  It is
almost midnight, and Hannah is almost asleep on her feet when they reach
their beach side chalet.  They fall into bed, and sleep until mid-morning.

   When Hannah awakes, she finds herself alone, a note from Hans telling
her he has gone to for a stroll on the beach.  Why doesn't she join him for
a swim?  She makes herself some coffee, and then, donning her new swim
suit, she wraps herself in a large towel, and sets off to find Hans.

   Hannah has not gone very far, when she is shocked to see a naked man
walking past her in the opposite direction!  Then another one, this time
accompanied by a naked woman.  She hears Hans calling her, and hurries over
to him.  She's relieved to see he at least, is wearing his bathing costume.

   'Of course my dear!  Many people dispense with the need for clothing at
the beach.  Healthier, gets the sun on your body!' he tells her.  All the
same, she is quite embarrassed by it all.

   They swim for a while, and then return to their chalet to prepare lunch.
Hans insists they eat 'al fresco', so Hannah sets out a cloth on the beach,
and they settle down to their meal.  Whilst they are eating, a young man,
quite naked, approaches and greets Hans.  He is, Hans tells her, an old
friend from university.  Blushing furiously, Hannah shakes the naked man's
hand, trying desperately not to be seen looking at his penis.  Black hair
runs from his navel down to his groin, his penis seems to grow out of this
short dark forest like a small tree.  The sight of this naked young man, at
such close quarters, sends an unfamiliar tingle down Hannah's spine, and
her blush begins to creep down her neck.

   'Why don't you join us for a bite, Franz?' 'Very kind.  I will!' Hans
opens a bottle of wine, and lunch continues, with Hannah taking more wine
than her usual one glass.  Her glass seems to be bottomless.  The two men
are chatting and Franz tells Hans he should dispense with his swim suit.

   'When everyone else is nude, it draws attention to you, old man.  People
think you're here to look, a voyeur, you know!' Hannah is horrified.  That
people might think that of her is just awful.  She looks aghast at Hans.

   'He's right dear, I'll just slip out of this suit.  Maybe you should do
the same, don't want people gossiping do we.' She is flustered by his
suggestion, but Franz cajoles, and Hans is assuring, so eventually, after a
little more wine, she is persuaded to take off her bright new swim suit. 
She slips out of it as Hans holds up a towel, then quickly sits back down,
hoping not to be noticed.  'There now!  Not so bad is it?' asks Franz . 
Hannah, to her own surprise, giggles.

   They continue chatting and drinking, and Hannah, now quite tipsy, begins
to relax.  Looking around she notices that most of the people on the beach
are naked, but somewhat older than they are.  Bulging bellies and sagging
breasts abound.  It dawns on her that all the women are nowhere near as
young and firm as she is, and that she is probably the youngest, best
looking female there.  The thought makes her giggle again, spilling a
little wine on her breasts.

   Hannah stands up, hands her glass to Hans, and brushes off the offending
wine with her hand.  All the men in the surrounding area turn to look.  She
stands there on long beautiful legs, her blonde hair falling about her
shoulders, her breasts large and firm, nipples erect.  Her belly is hard
and flat, sweeping down to meet her thighs, where, at the focal point of
every male eye on the beach, her sparse blonde pubic hair barely covers the
folds of her vagina as it curves out of sight between her thighs.

   Here, amid these middle aged, greying masters and matrons, is a jewel of
femininity.

   Sitting next to her, the two men watch her as she looks around,
accepting the gaze of strange men.  'What a lovely sight you are Hannah. 
Hans is indeed a lucky man.' She blushes deeply.  The comment making her
aware of her own sexuality and other people's knowledge of it.  Franz too,
appears to be aware of it.  His penis, up until now, soft and limp, has
grown considerably.  She stares at him, her earlier embarrassment now
suppressed by the wine.  His balls she notes, are large and round.  The
skin of his penis is dark and smooth.  'How about a picture of Franz and
I?' Hans asks her, standing up and passing her his camera.  'You know I
can't work it, Hans.' she complains.  'Not to worry!  Hi there!' he calls
to a passing couple.  'Could you take a picture of us?' The man beams at
Hannah as he takes the camera.  His wife stares with unashamed lust at
Franz' stiff cock.  The two men stand either side of Hannah, their arms
around her waist.  She feels a hot uncomfortable flush run through her as
the three of them stand there, Franz arm and leg actually touching her
naked body.

   'Smile please!' from the man holding the camera.  Hannah does smile, not
because of his request, but because of the erection she sees he is now
growing!  It's for her!  She caused it!  All these naked women on the
beach, and he gets an erection for her.  How flattering.

   After lunch when they carry picnic basket back to the chalet, she is
quite tipsy.  Franz takes a picture of her sitting on Hans knee, then asks
if he can have a picture with her too.  'After all, it's not every day I
meet such a beautiful naked woman!'.  She is a little flustered, but
agrees. His flattery, the wine, and the relaxed ambience combine to create
a situation she would never usually allow herself to be in.  Franz sits on
the sofa, and she takes his extended hand, allowing him to guide her to his
lap.  She sits down, Franz turning her to face Hans.

   'Relax, my dear!  it will be a splendid photo!' assured her husband. 
'Put your arm around his shoulder dear ...that's it!  Now, Franz, your
right arm around her waist....your left on her knee....  good....' Hannah
watches her husband as he busies himself with the camera.  'Lean back a
little dear, try and look relaxed...that's it....'

   Hannah settles down into the crook of Franz arm, the act of doing so
pushing him back slightly so that his left hand slides up from her knee to
her thigh.  She is now turned slightly towards him, her left breast resting
against his chest, her cheek against his hair.  Her legs have parted
slightly as she turned.  His fingers are now just millimetres from the
wispy blonde hair that shadows her pubic mound.  His right hand moves
slightly to cup the globe of her right breast.  Hannah turns her head to
watch as his hand as it caresses her.  Pleasure seems to emanate from its
palm.  Her already erect nipples roll between his fingers, wallowing in
their own sexual frenzy.  Hannah becomes vaguely aware of a pressure
beneath her thigh.  She knows what it must be.  His left hand slides
between her thighs, its fingers gently stroking the slit of her sex.  She
throws a furtive, guilty glance at Hans.  Despite the fact that his is busy
clicking away, he doesn't seem to have noticed.  Franz moves beneath her,
sliding down behind her.  She is facing her husband.  They are looking into
each other's eyes.

   She feels her legs being parted as Franz' knees slide between her
calves. She gasps as his cock slides upwards along her clitoris sending a
shockwave of sensation through her belly.  His cock is hard and long, its
dark pink head rearing up from her pubic hair..

   'Lean back a little dearest....' Hans says quietly, with a smile.  She
looks at his cock.  It is hard, rearing up and letting her know that her
husband is as eager as his friend.  The smile on his face tells her that no
thought of anger has crossed his mind.

   She lays back against Franz arm, the movement causing another wave of
pleasure to flow through her.  She watches her husband as he photographs
them, she notices his erection twitching every so often.  She feels
movement between her thighs.  Looking down her belly, she watches as Franz
cock slowly disappears inside her.  Surely Hans will object...be
angry....jealous...

   Franz had felt her dampness on his cock.  She was ready!  He was about
to have this lovely young woman, and at the invitation of her husband!  Old
school chum indeed!  Hans had started chatting to him earlier as he had
been strolling down the beach, looking at women.  When he had commented
that there wasn't a single female there he'd care to bed, Hans had
suggested that in that case he may care to meet his wife Hannah?  Hans then
told him he was an amateur photographer, and that he wanted to photograph
his wife with a man.  Would he care to be that man?  He had been rather
shocked at first, but when Hans had explained that his nineteen year old
wife did not know of his idea, and would probably object if asked outright,
the idea of the conspiracy and the seduction had caught his imagination,
and he had agreed to go along with Hans plan.

   Franz couldn't believe his luck!  He pulls his hips back, bringing the
head of his penis down through her pubic hair, rubbing against her erect
clitoris, parting her vulva and slipping into the hot welcoming wetness of
her vagina.  In one slow, deliberate movement, he, (until a few minutes
ago, a complete stranger to the couple), in full view of her watching
husband, has buried his cock completely in this lovely young teenage bride!

   'Hans...!  Hans..!' She gasps , panic and passion mixing to deprive her
of sensible speech.

   'Splendid my dear, just splendid!' he says softly.  'Just relax and
enjoy the moment, whilst I change the film!' Enjoy the moment Hans had
said! She closes her eyes, and, for the first time in her life, Hannah
feels the heat of lust and begins to move against this unfamiliar cock. 
She feels something warm and soft touch her lips.  Without opening her eyes
she sucks Hans' cock into her mouth.  Its familiar feel somehow adding to
the sensation of Franz cock.  For a minute or two, the three of them busy
themselves with their own pleasures.  Suddenly both men move, and Hannah
finds herself alone on the sofa.  Franz has the camera.  Hans lays her
down, and lifts her legs high and wide.  She giggles again and blushes as
Franz watches intently as her husband slips the head of his cock into her
and invites Franz to capture the moment on film!  She feels the thrill of
exhibitionism.  It burns into her like a flame as she sees Franz cock
twitch and a single drop of semen oozes from it.

   They begin to fuck.  This time she performs not for her husband, but for
the camera and for Franz watching eyes!  Again the men change places, but
this time it is Hannah's own hands that hold her legs wide to accommodate
her stud!  Franz lays across her, intent this time not on pleasing the
camera, but satisfying his own lust.  He hooks her legs over the crook of
his elbow, pressing them almost to her shoulders.  Hans camera catches the
gape of his wife's labia with the bulbous head of Franz' cock millimetres
from it.  There is another click as his knob has almost disappeared from
sight into her wet eager orifice.  He begins to fuck her with long slow
strokes, his movements increasing in speed to match the thrusts of her
hips. He watches her face as her orgasm builds, then, with a final push, he
grinds his pubic bone against hers, crushing her clitoris and letting his
semen burst from his cock in a hot flood of lust.  As it spurts into her,
an orgasm explodes through Hannah.  She cries out loud, gripping Franz so
hard she leaves bruises on his shoulders.

   After nearly a year of marriage, her first shocking and addictive
orgasm!

   All through the afternoon and late into the night, Hannah gives herself
up to the debauchery of her husband and her lover.  A slave to the new
experience of orgasm!  They took her in turns, and when they tired, she
mounted them, driving herself to orgasm after orgasm.  Their sperm filled
her vagina and her mouth.  It flowed down her chin onto her breasts.  It
spattered on her face and it matted her hair.  And all the while the camera
clicked.

   She is sitting astride Franz when she feels Hans behind her.  She feels
his penis probing her rear end, looking for access.  'Be patient!  Let me
suck it for you!' but he is pushing, pushing, and she cries out loud when
his cock forces its way into her, the lubricating mixture of semen and her
own juices allowing it to squeeze into her already filled vagina.  Open
mouthed, and wide eyed, she stares down at Franz for a moment, frozen in
disbelief!  They are both in her!  Laying on Franz chest she remains
motionless as both men begin to fuck her simultaneously.  Her firm young
vagina is now stretched to its limit!  Her remaining ideas of morality and
propriety are squeezed from her by the two men between whom she is
sandwiched.  The last shreds of her morality will be washed away by the
flow of their semen and be replaced by the lust for pleasure.  Minutes
later, the orgasm that crashes through her is unlike anything that went
before!  It continues for a full five minutes with wave after wave of mind
blowing pleasure rushing through her belly and her head!  She writhes and
bucks crazily between the two men, and it does not stop until both men have
filled her with a cocktail of their semen.  With a groan of exhaustion she
collapses onto Franz.  Their shrinking cocks slip from her, leaving her
vagina a gaping, oozing hole.  The weariness of complete sexual
satisfaction sweeps over her, and despite occasional forays into her limp
and sticky body by the men, she sleeps deeply until late morning.

   Hannah awakes from her dreamless slumber into a new world.  An exciting
world of cameras and young men with hard penises!  A world that will see
pictures of her as she poses for the craving needs of men all over Germany,
her body displayed on the pages of magazines as Hans has photographed her,
sometimes with one or two men, sometimes with six or seven, but always
smiling and always with a cock inside her!

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