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   Hannah's Holiday
   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 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!  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 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'!
   On the morning of departure, Hannah is just bursting with excitement. 
When the motor taxi arrives to take them to the railway station in the
nearby town, 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
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!  Suddenly it dawns on her, this must be a
nudist beach!  She hears Hans calling her, and hurries over to him.  She's
relieved to see he 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 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.  '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
botto mless!  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 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 gossip ing 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 older than they are.  Bulging bellies and sagging breasts abound!  It
dawns on her that all the women are no where 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.  She
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 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 peoples 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
surpressed 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 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!  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 is
quite drunk.  Franz takes a picture of her sitting on Hans knee, then asks
if he can have a picture with her too.  'After all, its 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, turning her to face Hans.  'Relax, my dear!  it will
be a splendid photo!' assured her husband.  'Put your arm around his
shoulder dear ...thats 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...thats it....' She 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 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 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 lays back against Franz arm, the movement causing another
wave of pleasure to flow through her.  Watching her husband as he
photographs them, she notices he has an erection.  She feels movement
between her thighs.  Looking down her belly, she watches as Franz cock
slowly dissappears 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 slendid!' 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 ouzes 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 accomodate
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 expolodes 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 after noon 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 sqeezed 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, ouzing hole.  The weariness of complete sexual
satisfaction sweeps over her, and despite occaisional 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!
   
  
17.Hannah's Holiday