A Vienna Story

Hans and Lena lived in Vienna, the capital of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Vienna, a European metropolis, although not as large as it is today, was still the most populous city in Austria-Hungary at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries.

Lena was a shy and proper girl. Hans was her best friend. They loved to explore the city; they would visit the opera house and eat Sachertorte at a coffee house. They would often ride in a carriage, Lena leaned against the plush seat and waving her fan, her long gloves exposing the contours of her arms. Naturally, Hans would sit on the seat opposite of Lena. Social norms were strict at the time.

They would walk the cobblestone streets of Vienna. They would also dance the waltz, a dance that was deemed scandalous when it was first introduced, however it was also an opportunity for Hans and Lena to get closer to each other.

Speaking of which, Lena's parents weren't delighted with the fact that their only daughter was so close to a man. However, seeing as the children grew up together, Lena's mother allowed her to spend a limited amount of time with her friend.

Modesty and decorum were the most important qualities of a young woman - at least according to Lena's mother. And Lena obeyed. She played the piano, laughed quietly, had the habit of greeting elders.

And Hans? Even though Lena was like a sister to him, when in her presence, Hans felt something unknown stirring inside him. Something was about to change, both in their lives and eventually, in their country.

But this is a story about them.

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One summer evening Hans and Lena were strolling along the bank of the Danube river. The lanterns shed their light on the streets, the breeze ruffled the locks of Lena's hair under a hat adorned with feathers.

After the stroll, they sat on a bench in the park. They were alone. Lena wasn't used to spending long periods of time in secluded areas; after all, she was a lady, a Viennese lady. She clung to Hans, her hands trembling with mild anxiety.

"Don't worry, my friend. I won't let anything bad happen to you," Hans convinced her.

"Hans, there's something I need to tell you."

The young man leaned closer so he could hear her secret better.

"I'm in love with you, Hans," Lena confessed to her best friend.

They were sitting in silence for a few moments. Then, Hans put his hand on Lena's shoulder.

"Lena, I feel the same about you."

"Oh, Hans," Lena sighed and buried her head in his muscular chest.

It didn't take long for the teenagers to realize that a boundary was crossed. There was no way back now.

Lena tilted her head back so Hans could kiss her neck. He could feel her whole body shivering with each touch. Her skin was smooth and delicious.

"Touch me..."

And he did, and Lena got goosebumps. Hans reached out to touch Lena's breasts through her dress. They were as round and supple as two small melons. Even at the age of eighteen, the size of Lena's breasts was commendable. Hans squeezed the girl's breasts, and the young couple sighed with lust.

"Hans, we mustn't!" At first she changed her mind and pulled away but soon they found themselves in a passionate embrace.

"I need you," Lena whispered.

Cautiously, she put a hand on his crotch.

"L-Lena," was all that Hans could say under his breath as his friend massaged his shaft over the suit.

Suddenly, she cupped his balls in her hands.

Hans's heart almost stopped beating.

The trees around them rustled, the sunset painted a gorgeous landscape.

And then, it happened.

Once a timid girl, Lena let her dress down and let Hans feast on the view of her chest.

"I want your mouth on my boobs, darling," she cooed, pressing his hand on her tits.

Hans couldn't believe his eyes. There, before him, was a majestic view. A half-naked woman. His best friend.

He sucked her big hard nipples, indulging in her fair skin. It was as though his head was nestled between two soft pillows, created just for him.

"Hans, it feels so good, suck on them more!" Lena panted.

Hans couldn't control himself any longer. He slid his hand under her dress, a bold move that made Lena scream slightly. He stopped himself and apologized, but she took his hand and placed it on her legs... then upwards, until he could feel a wet stain.

"Lena, my God, you're so wet," Hans noticed, his eyes widened in shock and arousal. He almost unbuckled his pants but once again, Lena was overcome with shyness. "Let's go to my apartment. My parents are out of the city," Hans suggested.

He hugged Lena and they danced another kind of waltz as they were walking the streets of Vienna in the night. Soon they found themselves in front of a large building. They passed through a magnificent hallway filled with baroque decorations and statues.

There, on an enormous bed belonging to Hans's parents, he laid her down and caressed her body. There was not much time to waste. Hans undressed Lena by unlacing her corset. Truth be told, he did it clumsily. And yet Lena was shaking with excitement and anticipation like never before. She was about to lose her virginity.

Before he'd penetrate her, Hans licked Lena's hairy pussy, making her quiver. He made sure to suck on her clitoris, she spread her legs even wider. His finger rubbed the swollen rosebud. Lena was over the moon.

"Hans, fuck me hard", she demanded.

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been so sure in my entire life. I want to feel your dick inside me."

Hans's phallus entered Lena's pink, intact hole. She dig her nails in his back and screamed as her best friend made love to her. Sweat dripped from their bodies, Lena queefed. The whole act was awkward and wonderful at the same time - just like the first sex usually is.

At one point Hans took his penis out and Lena licked it clean. She opened her mouth, wet it with her saliva and wrapped her tongue around it. Of course, since it was her first time doing a fellatio, she didn't manage to put it all in her mouth. However, she did her best, making Hans's legs tremble.

He turned her around, so that she was in a doggy pose, and rammed himself into her.

"Oh fuck, it hurts but it feels so good," Lena grabbed the sheets and yelped.

Sensing that the penetration is probably too deep for Lena to handle, Hans turned her over again, so she was lying on the bed, him on top of her. Their fingers intertwined, two bodies as one.

Hans stuck out his tongue and called Lena to do the same. Their tongues touched, mated in their mouths.

"Suck on my tongue," pleaded Lena.

Hans could feel orgasm coming near, he withdrew and spilled his sperm all over Lena's face and tits. Tears poured down Lena's youthful face; tears of joy, shame and feeling whole.

And thus the Austrian teenagers entered the world of sex.

It's such a desecration to have intercourse on your parents' bed. Actually, when Hans thought about it, they did things out of order. He was supposed to propose to Lena, get married and only then consummate the relationship. But they were young and hungry for new experiences.

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Hans and Lena had sex whenever they could. They particularly enjoyed doing it outdoors. Indeed, there's nothing quite exciting as the risk of getting caught. The parks and gardens became their holy sites, where they could indulge in their carnal desires.

As it turned out, Lena had some very dirty fantasies. She wanted to watch her lover having sex with other women, and she even told him she'd like to try anal sex.

But that's a story for another time.

Thanks for reading. English isn't my first language. Feel free to comment; I'd love to hear your thoughts. Have a great day (and night)!