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Munich 1957 (MF, 1st, rom)
by Varangian (kesper@nls.net)
***
Delightful little story about an American student living
in Germany back in 1957 and his friendship with a German
man and his sister.
***
We arrived in Munich just in time for Oktoberfest.
Enormous tents, Ringling in size spread across the
Theresienwiese, each with at least one pumping brass
band and frequently several, each of them competing for
the attention of the thousands of revelers with their um
pah pah beat. I could scarcely see the other end of the
tent I was in.
We were a mixed group of American students, newly
arrived for our junior year abroad, overwhelmed by the
magnitude of the festivities, and locals who had seen it
all before many times, who were pleased to share their
annual ritual with us. I wondered about them, about who
among them had been a Nazi, because the war had been
over for just twelve years then. There was a lot of
singing that night, but no one offered any Nazi songs
like "Die Fahne Hoch."
Long tables of people locked arms and swayed side
to side in rhythm to the polkas, singing drunkenly
traditional songs. When the bands rested, toasts were
boisterously offered to nobody in particular but to
everybody in general. "Zum Wohlsein!" (to your health)
was shouted out and everyone took a quaff. I was swept
up into the excitement and offered my own toast,
although it came out differently. "Zum Wahnsinn!" I
shouted. The locals spit forth their mouthfuls of beer
in a spray and some of them choked in their surprise at
the magnificent gaff. "Zum Wahnzinn," they yelled out
loudly, shaking in uncontrollable laughter. I had just
toasted: "To insanity."
"Did you do that on purpose?" asked a pretty German
girl, who sat almost opposite me at the table in an
upper class British voice.
"No," I admitted sheepishly. "I got the words mixed up."
"It was tremendously funny," she smiled, and then turned
to the boy next to her, speaking to him in German. I
could not make out what they were saying, because of the
din.
I had been stealing glances at that girl all evening.
She had an adorable, doll like face with small, regular
features. Her lips were particularly attractive. They
formed around each word she spoke in an almost
exaggerated fashion. Her brown hair was cut short, but
not like a boy's, and her eyes seemed to change color,
from green to light brown as she moved her head.
Her companion half rose, reached his hand across the
table and said in British English, "Hello. My name is
Uwe, and this is my sister Katerina."
I shook his hand, replying, "I'm Tom, and I nodded to
his sister, who smiled at me.
"Thomas -- he pronounced it Toe-mos in the German
fashion -- "that was really amusing, even though it was
a mistake. Are you new to Munich?"
"Yes, I'm with some others here," I said and waved my
hand to indicate a couple of tables. "We will spend the
next year at the university."
"Splendid!" Uwe exclaimed. "I've been a student here for
three years, and Katerina is just beginning at the
university. Forgive me," he suddenly said, "I have been
speaking to you in English and I'm certain that you want
to practice your German," he smiled slyly at me, "to
avoid making silly mistakes."
"Ya, doch. Ich kann die Sprache lesen," I replied in
halting German, "aber Ich muss es sprechen lernen."
"It will come quickly, I'm sure," he responded in
elegant high German, speaking slowly for me. "Some of us
are going out to eat. The chicken here is too greasy.
Would you care to join us, or are you attached to your
group?"
I understood the invitation, if not all the words of it.
"Yes, I would like that."
We stood up to leave, and I noticed that Katerina was
several inches shorter than my five eleven. She was
girlish in her stature, although not exactly small. Her
shoulders were narrow and her limbs slender. Her blouse
and jacket concealed her breasts, which were obviously
modest at best.
* * *
We made our way out of the tent laden meadow to a nearby
side street, where Uwe led us to a new Volkswagen parked
in the courtyard of a small apartment block.
"My father's friend let's me park here for Oktoberfest,"
he explained.
The other member of our party was a big boned blond girl
of almost my size whom Uwe treated with macho
familiarity. Her face was sternly pretty and her body
was the sort that pornographers and teenage boys prefer.
Her breasts were quite large. Her name was Gudrund.
The girls squeezed into the back seat of the car and I
rode beside Uwe up front.
"Well, Thomas, how do you like Munich?" he asked as we
drove down the street. "We've repaired most of the
damage that you folks caused, although there is still
some rubble."
"I didn't do it, Uwe. I was only a child then."
"Well, your father did it, and I compliment him on the
job."
I wondered all of a sudden how they had experienced the
bombardment.
"Were you here, in Munich, when the bombs fell?"
"No, Thomas. Katerina and I were in our decrepit castle
near Reit-im-Winkel, where my father sent us, when
things turned bad for the Reich. Perhaps you have heard
of him. He is a renowned neurosurgeon, Graf Siegfried
von Steinetz."
"He's a count? I said, fascinated as are many Americans
with European nobility.
"Actually, that doesn't matter much nowadays, except
when we get together for weddings and funerals. Well,
here we are," Uwe declared to us, finding a parking spot
in front of a restaurant near the university "This place
has Russian eggs and the finest pasta in Munich."
It was a pleasant, comfortable eatery, not at all
pretentious. Old maps and posters hung on the walls. We
sat at a round table with Katerina just opposite me.
"May I stare at your face?" I asked her. "There's so
much there that I want to inspect."
"Yes, Thomas, and I will examine your pretty face too."
"Boys are not pretty," I chided her pleasantly.
"Of course, that's true of most boys. But you have a
pretty face."
We stared at each other until we began to giggle.
"Ah, here's the food," Uwe exclaimed as the waiter
approached with a tray.
We ate in silence, Katerina and I looking up from time
to time at each other. Her little face was quite pretty!
"Where did you learn English?" I asked Uwe, although I
still looked into Katerina's face.
"Our mother was English. She spoke the language to us
since we were infants. She's dead now."
We talked about their castle in the Alps, about my home
in Olmsted Valley, Ohio, outside Cleveland, about
growing up, about the university.
Gudrund did not join in the conversation, and when she
did speak, her German was very colloquial. She was not a
student, I learned later. She worked in a coffee shop.
Katerina clearly disapproved of the girl.
When we finished our supper, we left the restaurant and
climbed back into the Volkswagen.
"I'll drop you at the apartment, Katerina, then I'll
take Gudrund home," Uwe announced.
"Will you take Thomas out 'there?'" Katerina asked with
a bitter sound in her voice.
"Yes, of course. I'll show him the sights."
I did not have to look at her behind me to know that she
was seething, and I did not have a clue what it was all
about.
Uwe pulled the car to the curb in front of an elegant
apartment block which overlooked the southern extremity
of the English Garden, a vast park that stretched to the
outskirts of the city. Katerina got out of the car and
paused for a moment next to my window.
"Will I see you again?" she asked me.
"Yes," I replied, "I would like that very much."
"Be careful out there," she said ominously, turned and
went into the building.
We drove for over half an hour until we were at the edge
of the urban area. Then Uwe pulled into a short road at
the end of which was a two story house of no particular
distinction. He pulled into the driveway and proceeded
past the house to the end of the property, where there
was a low structure.
"Here we are," he announced and got out of the car.
Gudrund also got out quickly and snuggled up to Uwe, as
she had never done when Katerina was present. I
recognized a pre-fuck ritual when I saw one, although I
was scarcely experienced in such matters.
We all went into the building, which could have been a
garage or a workshop at one time, but which was then a
tattered one-room dwelling with cast off furniture.
There was a girl there, a younger replica of Gudrund who
was maybe about fifteen or so.
"Did you bring me a friend?" she squealed as she saw me
in the doorway. She stood not quite as tall as I. She
had a pleasant, blond face with large features. Breasts
pushed out at her shirt. She was not heavy, but she was
definitely not skinny.
"Thomas," Uwe said in introduction, "this is Gudrund's
sister Helga."
The teenager came forward and took hold of my hand,
looking intently into my face. She was quite attractive,
sexy, although I was nonplused.
"We're not going back to town tonight. Gudrund and I
will be up at the house and you can sleep here." With
that said the two of them turned and left, closing the
door behind them.
Helga grinned at me, still holding my hand..
"You are Thomas?"
"Yes."
"I will stay with you tonight," she said and put her
arms around my waist with a gentle squeeze.
"How old are you?" I asked, the only thing that came to
my mind.
"I'm almost legal, Thomas. I'll be sixteen in two
months."
The girl had a curious scent, a mixture of soap, shampoo
and body odor.
"Why are you so nervous?" she asked softly, sensing my
tenseness. "I'm not a virgin. I haven't been one since I
was nine. Are you a virgin?"
"Almost," I replied, liking the feel of her body against
mine. My cock was hard.
"A person can't be 'almost' a virgin," she said with a
smile into my face.
"I've done it once," I admitted.
"Well, Tomchen," she cooed, undoing my shirt buttons, "I
expect you to do it five times before dawn."
* * *
We were quickly naked, and I delighted at the sight of
the girl's pale, firm limbs. Her breasts thrust out from
her chest magnificently without any sag. I was excited
at the prospect of fucking this lovely girl, of fucking
anyone, and I grabbed her a bit roughly and sucked on a
pointy nipple.
"Slow down, Thomas," she said and pushed me gently away
from her.
She went around the room and turned off all the lights
except a dim one. From a drawer she retrieved a couple
of condoms. Then she came back to me and gave me a wet
kiss, pushing her soft flesh against mine.
"I'm afraid that you'll come too soon, Thomas, and that
would frustrate me," she said as she urged me to lie on
the mattress in the corner of the room.
We rolled together and kissed passionately.
"Let me do this to quiet you," she said in a whisper,
and she then went down on me.
Her mouth was sufficiently large that she could pucker
her lips around my dick and do me fine. I very quickly
warned the girl of my impending climax, but she kept her
mouth on my instrument and took it all, spurt after
spurt, dribble after dribble and even the ooze
afterwards. She swallowed everything! I had never before
experienced such intense pleasure before.
Helga suddenly got up, went to a cupboard and poured a
schnapps, which she drank in one swallow. She then came
back to the mattress on the floor and cuddled to me.
"I had to freshen my breath, lover," she purred,
nuzzling my neck.
I was out of juice for the moment, but I relished the
feel of her naked body against mine. We kissed and
snuggled for some time. I began to finger her and she
squirmed in pleasure.
"Lick on me!" she demanded in a gasp.
I had never done it before, but I was eager to try it. I
moved my face down her body, kissing and sucking her
flesh as I proceeded lower and lower. She spread her
legs for me as I reached the goal, the moist, smelly
tangle of her pubic bush. She instructed me in panted
words how to do her and she soon cried aloud at my
success. She pulled on my head. "Come up," she gasped,
and I came atop her. I looked into her pretty face as
she impatiently rolled a condom onto my cock. I then
penetrated her with a single push.
We stared at each other as we fucked, her face
displaying a delirious pleasure. We kissed and she bit
my lip painfully as she climaxed the first time,
groaning into my mouth, her finger nails scraping my
back. I continued to bang on her, meeting her eager
thrusts until she screamed aloud with a big one. Then, I
decided, it was my turn.
I slowed my probes and relished the feel of her tight,
warm moist flesh surrounding my cock. I stared at her
young, pretty face for additional stimulation, and she
understood that I was about to spurt. She smiled
gloriously at me with an open mouth. "Do it my pretty
man," she said, urging me on, and then I exploded. I
held the girl to me as I whimpered in pleasure.
For the remainder of the night we dozed and fucked. She
kept bringing me fresh condoms from a drawer. She was
insatiable. Then she finally let me sleep, my mouth on a
tit.
* * *
I awakened to the sound of voices above me. I opened my
eyes and saw Uwe embracing the naked Helga as Gudrund
looked on. I too was naked, I suddenly realized, and
looked about for cover.
"Thomas, it's time to go back to town," Uwe announced.
"Gudrund says that she would like to have you, but I
have to hurry. Maybe next time."
I got up and struggled to get into my clothes, the two
girls helping, making a frolic of the procedure. Uwe and
I were quickly into his car and we drove off, the girls
waving gaily at our departure. I sat quietly for awhile
as he drove back into the city.
"Uwe," I finally got the courage to ask, "who are those
people?"
"They're my girls," Thomas. "I pay them and they don't
take on any other clients."
"They're prostitutes!" I was shocked.
"Of course. How could you not know? Did you imagine that
you made a conquest?"
For the moment I was deflated, because I actually
thought that I had made a conquest. But on reflection I
realized that I had been in a whore house, however
pleasant the experience.
* * *
"Are you going to hear Schnabel's new lecture series?"
Katerina asked as we contemplated the slop before us. We
sat in the Mensa, across from the main building of the
university, which was the closest place to grab a snack
before the lecture.
"Yes," I replied. "It's on my schedule."
"Well, we'll have to get there very early, you know.
Everyone wants to hear him, because he's going to tell
us the history of Hitler's Reich."
She was excited by that prospect. She had lived through
it, but she did not know its history.
When we entered Hoersaal Maximum, the place was filled
by over a thousand students. We had to sit in the aisle
with others. The lecture was still over an hour away. We
played staring games with each other to while away the
time. She let me hold her hand.
Eventually a young man clad in a lab coat came out and
wrote a series of names on the black board. It was like
the appearance of the concertmeister at a symphony, and
everyone got ready to greet the conductor. The old man,
Schnabel, appeared and the huge room filled with a din
as hundreds of people stamped their feet in respect.
I could not follow the lecture very well, because the
man wheezed and mumbled, but everyone else was riveted
to the professor's every word. At the junior year abroad
facility, I knew, we would go over the lecture in a
tutorial, so I could spend the time looking at
Katerina's marvelous face as she listened in rapt
attention to the old man.
"Wasn't that exciting?" Katerina enthused as we left the
lecture hall in a crowd of people.
"He didn't get past 1914," I observed.
"He's working up to it. He wants to make a case."
Katerina continued to let me hold her hand as we walked
out of the building. Back then it was very important,
holding hands. A few years later the Beetles glorified
it in their song, "I want to hold your hand."
I felt a bit dirty, touching the pretty, innocent girl,
knowing that I had only the night before spent the night
with an underage prostitute.
"Tomorrow's Saturday," she said abruptly, looking
eagerly into my face.
"Will you come with me to the English Garden?"
* * *
We walked from her elegant apartment building into the
park which was ablaze in Autumn color. I was in love
with her. I could see only her face. The rest of
existence was extraneous. She let me put my arm around
her, and we walked for minutes, miles, eons into the
beautiful park. We went as far as the Chinese Tower,
where we lay upon the slope of the hill, relaxing. She
looked into my eyes with an expression that told me I
had permission to kiss her small perfect lips. I put a
palm on her cheek and gazed at her face before I lowered
my head and kissed her gently. She seemed unpracticed.
After a few seconds she pulled away. I wanted more, but
she fended me off with a hand to my chest.
"I like you too much," she said in English. She had a
sorrowful expression on her face.
"Did my kiss make you so unhappy?"
"Yes it did, but perhaps not in the way you are
thinking. I could lose myself in you. I know that I
would. But you are going back to America in just a few
months. It would be too painful to see you go, if I let
myself love you."
She was right, of course. She was not a simple girl on a
frolic, one who could pretend to be in love for a short
while. Katerina wanted a relationship that would extend
into the unknown future. It was not a matter of
marriage. We were too young to think of that. I sat up.
"It was a marvelous kiss," I said. "I had wanted to do
that for weeks, since I first met you, but I suppose we
will not do it again."
"Yes we will, Tommy. I'll kiss you goodbye. I promise."
* * *
I was disappointed, of course, very much so, but I did
not for a moment blame Katerina. Her decision, her
denial of me displayed a maturity that one does not
often find in a seventeen year old girl, and it only
made her more desirable in my eyes.
For the next several weeks Uwe and I spent each evening
haunting the student night spots that clustered in the
Schwabing district. We drank too much, and I once fell
over a railing onto the floor below as I pulled myself,
utterly drunk, up a staircase.
I became one of the crowd of his friends, closer to him,
perhaps, than the others, because it was only we two who
visited Gudrund and Helga twice a week for wild sessions
of pure sexual release.
I also became comfortable with the language, which I had
heard in my childhood. Some people supposed that I was a
Dutchman, and a few thought that I came from eastern
Germany, because I had a bad habit of saying "ik"
instead of "ich".
At Christmas Uwe invited me to have dinner with his
family, and I dressed for the occasion in a suit and
tie. Graf von Steinetz greeted me graciously, and
Katerina was quite pleased to have me in her home, which
was a very spacious apartment, splendidly furnished with
antiques and other memorabilia from the family's several
hundred year history.
Katerina and I had been seeing each other several times
each week, especially at the Schnabel lectures, and we
often had lunch together. We tried to behave like good
friends, but there was always a tension between us,
because we were more than friends, although we resisted
the insistent urgings that whelmed up in us, whenever we
were in each other's presence.
We sat in the luxurious living room of the apartment
drinking champagne, Uwe and I looking so respectable,
like serious young men, although Katerina and their
father knew about our dissipation with the two loose
girls and our frequent all night bouts of pub crawling.
"Thomas," the Count addressed me, "I spoke to the
president of your university just this morning. He's an
old friend of mine. He'll arrange for Katerina to
matriculate there this next Autumn. She so much wants to
study in America."
There was a twinkle in the man's eyes and a small smile
formed on his lips. I looked suddenly at Katerina and
she blushed deeply. Her hands shook and she spilled a
bit of her wine. This was momentous news. I did not know
how I would get through the rest of the social ritual of
the Christmas dinner. I wanted to rush to the girl, to
grab her and kiss her small, perfect lips.
At dinner the Count and his son were unsuccessful in
hiding their amusement at the behavior of Katerina and
me, sitting opposite each other at the table, not daring
to look directly into each other's eyes, failing to find
a word to exchange, although it was evident that we had
large volumes in our minds.
After dinner we relaxed again in the living room, this
time with cognac and coffee. The Count nursed a Havana
and Uwe puffed on a Dunhill. I sat next to Katerina on a
sofa. Inches separated us. I inhaled her scent. I
thought that I would freak out if I could not touch her
soon.
"Uwe," the Count suddenly said, rising from his chair,
"come with me to the library. There is something I want
you to see."
The minute they left the room Katerina fell into my arms
and began to cry convulsively. My eyes teared and my
throat ached as I held the girl to me. We were so happy.
We kissed passionately, the girl's enthusiasm making up
for her lack of practice. I petted her cheek and hair,
looking deeply into her small, pretty face with a
feeling of adoration. Finally we exchanged love words
and relaxed in a gentle embrace. We had each other for
an indefinite time.
* * *
Katerina was obviously a virgin, a fact which pleased
me, although it meant that I would have to hurt her, if
she would let me go that far. Kissing her was enough, I
thought at first, kissing and holding her to me,
smelling her. We could love each other without sex, if
she did not want to do it. We sat on the couch as I
thought of these things, gripping my precious girl to
me.
"We need to be alone," she whispered into my neck, her
voice shy, yet determined.
"When can you get away?"
"We can go now." she replied getting up from the couch,
pulling me with her.
"Daddy," she called into the library, "Thomas and I are
going out for
awhile"
"That's all right, Liebchen," the Count replied. "I'll
leave the hallway light on for you."
I wondered what went through the old man's mind,
suspecting that his daughter was about to lose her
virginity...
* * *
The trams did not run as frequently on Christmas day, so
we waited in the cold, holding to each other, kissing
frequently.
My place was just housing, a single room quite
unadorned. But it did have a bed, and privacy. I still
did not know just how far Katerina was willing to go,
and, of course, I would respect her judgment in that
matter. Once inside we shrugged off our overcoats and
stood in the middle of the room looking at each other.
"There's no place to hide in here, is there?" she stated
nervously, looking about the bare room.
"Do you need to hide?" I asked. "I'll close my eyes, if
you like, and you'll have the entire place for
yourself."
"We're going to do it, aren't we?" she looked at me.
"That's entirely up to you, darling."
"I've thought about you doing it to me for a long time
Tommy. I've wanted you to be my man."
"We can do it now, Katerina darling, if you are ready.
We'll be together for years."
* * *
She let me undress her, although she blushed deeply as I
did so. I had had sexual experience, although not at
this refined level. Fucking Gudrund in the ass or doing
her sister while everyone else watched was no
preparation for deflowering my precious Katerina.
When I had her down to her bra and panties, she balked
"Tommy, can I do the rest of it under the sheets?" she
asked in English. We made love in English so there would
never be any misunderstanding between us. We kissed and
I left her briefly to turn off the light.
I heard Katerina getting onto the bed, and I quickly
undressed. Naked, I laid myself next to her. She
shivered in nervousness as I held her, my hard dick
pushed against her soft thigh. She let me take off her
bra and panties.
"I'm afraid of the hurt," she whispered, clutching my
head as I suckled one of her nipples, massaging her
small breasts.
I raised my head up and kissed her lips desperately.
"May I lick on you?" I implored.
"That's disgusting. But yes, I would like that." she
giggled.
I kissed my way down her slight body until my mouth was
buried in her moist, sour smelling pubic bush, my cheeks
pressed against her thighs. She spread her legs wide,
knees raised highly, and I proceeded to eat her out. It
was the first time for her, except for her solitary
finger, and she let herself go without inhibition. She
soon cried out and then screamed a brief "eek!" as I
worked her clit with my tongue. Katerina was still on a
high as I crawled atop her.
"Oh Tommy," she pleaded as I positioned my cock at her
guarded opening. I burst through her like a bully. There
was no gentle way to do it. Katerina gasped in pain as I
penetrated her.
"Are you all right?" I asked with concern, the tip of my
cock just past her ripped hymen.
"Deeper," she groaned and thrust her body against me.
Our bellies slapped together. I was fully inside of my
beloved.
"It hurts Tommy. Do it quickly."
I pumped her, and I needed no other stimulation beyond
my love for the girl beneath me. I came.
In our passion I had forgotten to put on a condom.
"Don't worry about it Tommy," she said, when I told her.
"We may get married sooner rather than later."
Oops!
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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