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 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 her pleasure..  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
herdown, 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 speed with which
Hannah is breathing.

   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!