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 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.