Hans and Hannah

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Hans and HannahThis is part of the ‘Bettina and the Picture Book’ series of stories included in the ‘Polheim Chronicles’.Hans and HannahHans was annoyed. His watch, a gift from his mother, had stopped. Itwas fully wound, and he could see no reason for it to not work. But workit would not. Dependent on it for timekeeping at the school, he had nooption but to take it to a watch repairer. The only one that he knew ofwas in Frankfurt, and so, the following Saturday, he caught the early trainto the city, and headed to the aforesaid establishment.The watchmaker, Moisha Bloomberg, as his name may suggest to you, wasJewish. He had lived in Frankfurt all his life, and resided there still,above his small but profitable shop, with his wife of some twenty twoyears, and their nineteen year old daughter, Hannah. Now, Hannah, though abeautiful blonde, was, according to her mother, overdue to be married. Infact it was on this very subject that she was berating her poor husbandwhen Hans opened the door and walked into their shop.’Good morning Sir, how can I help you? Queried the watchmaker, relievedto get a break from his wife’s nagging. Was it his fault no suitableprofessional 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.’ Thewatchmaker took the proffered item, and began opening it. ‘A gift from myMother, and indispensable for timekeeping at the school.’ Moisha looked upfrom his task.’School, did you say Sir? You are a Schoolmaster?”Yes, in fact headmaster of a small village school. So the watch is ofgreat importance to me.”Ah! Yes, of course! Can’t have lessons late, can we?’ His wife slidout of the shop and ushered Hannah down stairs to view Hans from behind thecurtain 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 nextSaturday? I can lend you a reliable timepiece until then.”Very good, I shall be here at the same time next Saturday.’ He fastenedthe 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 didyou think of him, Hannah?’ Moisha threw up his hands.’Can you think of nothing else woman?’ he said despairingly. His wifeclucked in annoyance.’One of us has to, or the girl will never be married! Coming back nextSaturday is he? Well. Hannah, what do you think of him?’ Hannah blusheddeeply.’He’s very handsome, certainly. He dresses well and is wellmannered….’ Her mother beamed at her.’So there you are! And a school master at that! What more could a girlwant?’ Moisha shook his head.’Haven’t you forgotten something? Or maybe you think we can order himto marry our girl?”Don’t you worry about him, Moisha. Leave it to me! We’ll see a littlehospitality can do, shall we?’Much to Hans surprise, when he attended the watchmakers shop thefollowing week, it was not the watchmaker, but a lovely young woman whohanded him his now smoothly ticking watch. As he was paying her, thewatchmaker appeared from the back room.’There you are Sir, good as new. Quality time piece. Pleasure to workon 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 wouldcare 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 atHannah, then and then at the watchmaker.’How very kind. I would be honoured!’And so it was that Hannah and Hans began their relationship andfurthermore, much to the delight of the watchmaker’s wife, some threemonths later they were married, and Hannah moved to the school house inPohlheim.One morning, some weeks after the wedding, a large parcel arrived at theschool master’s house. Hannah eyed it with curiosity, but left it unopenedfor her husband to open when he came home from the school.’There’s a parcel for you, dear.’ she informed him as she helped himremove his coat at the front door.’Ah! Good! That will be my new camera! Come and look!’ The two ofthem sat on the sofa in their front room, and Hans excitedly ripped openthe brown paper parcel. A shiny black and chrome camera, complete with ashiny brown carrying case, emerged from the flurry of paper.Over the next few weeks, Hans experimented with his new hobby; oftentalking his shy wife into posing for him, even managing to talk her intoposing for him in the nude.’I’m not too sure about this, Hans.’ she had complained to him as shesat 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 piecesof 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, kocaeli escort would begrudge me such a keepsake formy dotage!’ At this, Hannah, an obedient and submissive girl, thought for amoment, then nodded in agreement. Hans busied himself once more snapping aseries of pictures of his wife, depicting her in various poses, and asnaked as the day she was born.One morning, a few days into the school summer holidays, Hans tellsHannah they are going to the beach, where he has rented a beach chalet fortwo weeks. She is delighted. It is another adventure for Hannah. Livinga sheltered life, she has never ventured far from home, her marriage toHans being a huge adventure in itself! The next few days are spentshopping. Hans purchases her a new white dress. Its bodice clings to herupper body, showing her curvaceous form with stunning effect! 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 hintof the magnificence of her breasts. The long pleated skirt falls from herhips in a swirling cascade to sweep around her ankles in a truly royalmanner! Hans also purchases for her a swim suit which Hannah tells him shewill be far too shy to wear in public! It clings to her body and shows allher shape, and the legs are so short as to be almost non-existent! Theneckline is as low as that of her dress! To make matters worse, instead ofa nice modest black, it’s in a bright ‘canary yellow’!On the morning of departure, Hannah is just bursting with excitement. When the motor taxi arrives to take them to the railway station in thenearby town, she is a picture of delight! The dress Hans has bought forher brings looks of admiration from the men in the village and envy fromthe women! The matching parasol giving her an air of sophistication shedoes not feel! Even so, Hannah looks, and feels, ‘like a million Marks’After a long and tiring journey they arrive at their destination. It isalmost midnight, and Hannah is almost asleep on her feet when they reachtheir beach side chalet. They fall into bed, and sleep until mid morning.When Hannah awakes, she finds herself alone, a note from Hans tellingher he has gone to for a stroll on the beach. Why doesn’t she join him fora swim? She makes herself some coffee, and then, donning her new swimsuit, 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 manwalking past her in the opposite direction! Then another one, this timeaccompanied by a naked woman! She hears Hans calling her, and hurries overto him. She’s relieved to see he is wearing his bathing costume!’Of course my dear! Many people dispense with the need for clothing atthe beach. Healthier, gets the sun on your body!’ he tells her. All thesame, 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. Wh
ilst they are eating, a young man,quite naked, approaches and greets Hans. He is, Hans tells her, an oldfriend from university. Blushing furiously, Hannah shakes the man’s hand,trying desperately not to be seen looking at his penis! Black hair runsfrom his navel down to his groin, his penis seems to grow out of this shortdark forest like a small tree. The sight of this naked young man, at suchclose quarters, sends an unfamiliar tingle down Hannah’s spine, and herblush begins to creep down her neck.’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 tobe bottomless! The two men are chatting and Franz tells Hans he shoulddispense with his swim suit.’When everyone else is nude, it draws attention to you, old man. Peoplethink you’re here to look, a voyeur, you know!’ Hannah is horrified! Thatpeople might think that of her is awful! She looks aghast at Hans.’He’s right dear, I’ll just slip out of this suit. Maybe you should dothe same, don’t want people gossiping do we!’ She is flustered by hissuggestion, but Franz cajoles, and Hans is assuring, so eventually, after alittle 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 ownsurprise, giggles!They continue chatting and drinking, and Hannah, now quite tipsy, beginsto relax. Looking around she notices that most of the people on the beachare older than they are. Bulging bellies and sagging breasts abound! Itdawns on her that all the women are no where near as young and firm as sheis, and that she is probably the youngest, best looking female there! Thethought makes her giggle again, spilling a little wine on her breasts. Shestands up, hands her glass to Hans, and brushes off the offending wine withher escort kocaeli hand. All the men in the surrounding area turn to look! She standsthere 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 maleeye on the beach, her sparse blonde pubic hair barely covers the folds ofher vagina as it curves out of sight between her thighs. Here, amid thesemiddle aged, greying 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!’ Sheblushes deeply. The comment making her aware of her own sexuality andother peoples knowledge of it! Franz too, appears to be aware of it! Hispenis, up until now, soft and limp, has grown considerably ! She stares athim, her earlier embarrassment now suppressed by the wine. His balls shenotes, 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 andpassing 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 takesthe camera. His wife stares with unashamed lust at Franz cock! The twomen stand either side of Hannah, their arms around her waist. She feels ahot 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, notbecause of his request, but because of the erection she sees he is nowgrowing! Its for her! She caused it! All these naked women on the beach,and he gets an erection for her!After lunch when they carry picnic basket back to the chalet, she isquite tipsy. Franz takes a picture of her sitting on Hans knee, then asksif he can have a picture with her too. ‘After all, its not every day Imeet such a beautiful naked woman!’. She is a little flustered, butagrees. His flattery, the wine, and the relaxed ambience combine to createa situation she would never usually allow herself to be in! Franz sits onthe sofa, and she takes his extended hand, allowing him to guide her to hislap. 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, yourright arm around her waist….your left on her knee…. good….’ Hannahwatches her husband as he busies himself with the camera.’Lean back a little dear, try and look relaxed…that’s it….’ Shesettles down into the crook of Franz arm, the act of doing so pushing himback 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 hischest, her cheek against his hair. Her legs have parted slightly as sheturned. His fingers are now just millimetres from the wispy blonde hairthat shadows her pubic mound. His right hand moves slightly to cup theglobe of her right breast. Hannah turns her head to watch as his hand asit caresses her. Pleasure seems to emanate from its palm. Her alreadyerect nipples roll between his fingers, wallowing in their own sexualfrenzy. Hannah becomes vaguely aware of a pressure beneath her thigh. Sheknows what it must be. His left hand slides between her thighs, itsfingers gently stroking the slit of her sex. She throws a furtive, guiltyglance at Hans. Despite the fact that his is busy clicking away, hedoesn’t seem to have noticed! Franz moves beneath her, sliding down behindher. She is facing her husband. They are looking into each others 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 shockwaveof sensation through her belly. His cock is hard and long, its dark pinkhead rearing up from her pubic hair..’Lean back a little dearest….’ Hans says quietly, with a smile. Shelays back against Franz arm, the movement causing another wave of pleasureto flow through her. Watching her husband as he photographs them, shenotices he too has an erection. She feels movement between her thighs. Looking down her belly, she watches as Franz cock slowly disappears insideher. Surely Hans will object…be angry….jealous…Franz had felt her dampness on his cock. She was ready! He was aboutto have this lovely young woman, and at the invitation of her husband! Oldschool chum indeed! Hans had started chatting to him earlier as he hadbeen strolling down the beach, looking at women. When he had commentedthat there wasn’t a single female there he’d care to bed, Hans hadsuggested that in that case he may care to meet his wife Hannah? Hans thentold him he was an amateur photographer, and that he wanted to photographhis wife with a man. Would he care to be that man? kocaeli escort bayan He had been rathershocked at first, but when Hans had explained that his nineteen year oldwife 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 thehead of his penis down through her pubic hair, rubbing against her erectclitoris, parting her vulva and slipping into the hot welcoming wetness ofher vagina. In one slow, deliberate movement, he, (until a few minutesago, a complete stranger to the couple), in full view of her watchinghusband, has buried his cock completely in this lovely young teenage bride!’Hans…! Hans..!’ She gasps , panic and passion mixing to deprive herof sensible speech.’Splendid my dear, just splendid!’ he says softly. ‘Just relax andenjoy the moment, whilst I change the film!’ Enjoy the moment Hans hadsaid! She closes her eyes, and, for the first time in her life, Hannahfeels the heat of lust and begins to move against this unfamiliar cock. She feels something warm and soft touch her lips. Without openi
ng her eyesshe sucks Hans’ cock into her mouth. Its familiar feel somehow adding tothe sensation of Franz cock. For a minute or two, the three of them busythemselves with their own pleasures. Suddenly both men move, and Hannahfinds herself alone on the sofa. Franz has the camera. Hans lays herdown, and lifts her legs high and wide. She giggles again and blushes asFranz watches intently as her husband slips the head of his cock into herand invites Franz to capture the moment on film! She feels the thrill ofexhibitionism. It burns into her like a flame as she sees Franz cocktwitch and a single drop of semen oozes from it.They begin to fuck. This time she performs not for her husband, but forthe camera and for Franz watching eyes! Again the men change places, butthis time it is Hannah’s own hands that hold her legs wide to accommodateher stud! Franz lays across her, intent this time not on pleasing thecamera, but satisfying his own lust. He hooks her legs over the crook ofhis elbow, pressing them almost to her shoulders. Hans camera catches thegape of his wife’s labia with the bulbous head of Franz’ cock millimetresfrom it. There is another click as his knob has almost disappeared fromsight into her wet eager orifice. He begins to fuck her with long slowstrokes, his movements increasing in speed to match the thrusts of herhips. He watches her face as her orgasm builds, then, with a final push, hegrinds his pubic bone against hers, crushing her clitoris and letting hissemen 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 sohard she leaves bruises on his shoulders.After nearly a year of marriage, her first shocking and addictiveorgasm!All through the afternoon and late into the night, Hannah gives herselfup to the debauchery of her husband and her lover. A slave to the newexperience of orgasm! They took her in turns, and when they tired, shemounted them, driving herself to orgasm after orgasm. Their sperm filledher vagina and her mouth. It flowed down her chin onto her breasts. Itspattered on her face and it matted her hair. And all the while the cameraclicked.She is sitting astride Franz when she feels Hans behind her. She feelshis penis probing her rear end, looking for access. ‘Be patient! Let mesuck it for you!’ but he is pushing, pushing, and she cries out loud whenhis cock forces its way into her, the lubricating mixture of semen and herown juices allowing it to squeeze into her already filled vagina. Openmouthed, and wide eyed, she stares down at Franz for a moment, frozen indisbelief! They are both in her! Laying on Franz chest she remainsmotionless as both men begin to fuck her simultaneously. Her firm youngvagina is now stretched to its limit! Her remaining ideas of morality andpropriety are squeezed from her by the two men between whom she issandwiched. The last shreds of her morality will be washed away by theflow of their semen and be replaced by the lust for pleasure. Minuteslater, the orgasm that crashes through her is unlike anything that wentbefore! It continues for a full five minutes with wave after wave of mindblowing pleasure rushing through her belly and her head! She writhes andbucks crazily between the two men, and it does not stop until both men havefilled her with a cocktail of their semen. With a groan of exhaustion shecollapses onto Franz. Their shrinking cocks slip from her, leaving hervagina a gaping, oozing hole. The weariness of complete sexualsatisfaction sweeps over her, and despite occasional forays into her limpand sticky body by the men, she sleeps deeply until late morning.Hannah awakes from her dreamless slumber into a new world. An excitingworld of cameras and young men with hard penises! A world that will seepictures 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 alwayssmiling and always with a cock inside her!

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