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 Title: Munich Chapter 1
Keywords: MF, mat, rom
Author: VX6100
Email: vx6100ster@gmail.com
Summary: A young man travelling in Europe has his first sexual
experience

   Munich Chapter 1 Years ago, when I was a poor student, traveling in
Europe, I spent several months in Munich.  It was the summer time and
Munich is a great city for the summer, with its shaded lanes and gardens.
After a week in a hostel, I found a room in a small hotel on the west side
of the city.  The hotel had a compact bar on the first floor and a number
of inexpensive rooms on the floors above.  The concierge was a middle aged
woman named Gerda who was quite a shrew and ruled the house with an iron
hand.  She had the assistance of Dieter, who served as her bartender and
general factotum, and two women who helped prepare the breakfasts for
guests and clean the rooms.  One of the women, Renata was Gerda's age and
served as her friend and confidant as well as helper.  She was very small
and delicate and dressed very primly.  The other, was a tall, thin
Ukrainian girl who everyone called "Putzi" not being able to quite
pronounce her real name.  She spoke little German and if you tried to
engage her in conversation she simply said "Ja, ja" with a smile on her
plain face.  Dieter was quite good looking in a Nordic way.  Tall and
blonde with an engaging smile and ready wit, Dieter was popular with
everyone but Gerda.  He was especially popular with the women who
frequented the bar.  He would often leave with one at closing time and more
than once I saw him going upstairs with an attractive guest.  Once, as I
watched him escort a drunken guest up the stairs I saw him reach around and
slap her buttocks.  She giggled and Dieter looked back at me and winked. 
Dieter's insouciance did not play well with Gerda.  He was ofen treated to
screaming diatribes from her, which he simply ignored, which would make her
angrier still.  She often called him an "aufreisser" (literally a fucker or
a cocksman) for his randy ways.  I learned to regard these events as just
part of the charm of living at the Hotel Muencher-Abend.  Besides I was
consumed by my own problems.  I received a little income from a trust fund
set up by my grandfather to finance my "European tour" as he called it. 
Granddad had sent me to Europe to "get culture and get laid." He felt that
this would add some substance to my character, which he bluntly told me he
found to be shallow and unfocused.  His hope was that bumming around in
Europe with a little money would develop me into a more interesting, if not
better, person.  I loved Munich, and I was certainly making good headway on
the culture front with its museums, galleries and theaters.  Getting laid
was proving more problematic, however.  I was shy and often tongue-tied
around women, even more so with the language barrier which heightened my
fear of saying the wrong thing.  In my first month, my sexual experience
was limited to a hand-job from a pimply English girl on holiday and visits
to a seedy porno house.  In my second month, however, I made a breakthrough
thanks to Dieter.  I should say thanks to Dieter's patience running out
with the constant carping from Gerda.  One night Dieter threw down his
towel in disgust during one of Gerda's tirades and walked out of the hotel
into the night.  As a result, I started to learn some of the valuable life
lessons that my grandfather had hoped I would.  It all began on a Wednesday
night.  Dieter had been gone for about two weeks.  In the meantime, Gerda
asked me if I would consider taking over some of his bar-tending duties for
a reduction in my rent.  I agreed because it would greatly increase my
spending power.  I was returning to Munich later after a visit to Ulm to
see new country and was walking down Sendlinger Strasse from the S-Bahn
station when I heard a familiar voice call my name.  I looked around and
saw Dieter sitting sideways at a sidewalk cafe table.  Beside him was a
liter of beer and a pack of French cigarettes.  "Willie, wie gehts?" "Hello
Dieter," I said.  "where have you been hiding?" "Not hiding Willie," Dieter
said.  "I have moved on to greener pastures." "I wish I knew of some
greener pastures," I said with a sigh.  "What's wrong Willie, still not
getting laid?  I thought you would have figured it out by now." I sat
glumly for a moment under Dieter's sardonic gaze.  Suddenly he said,
"Willie, buy me a schnapps and I will give you some good advice." I
summoned the waiter and asked for a Jagermeister for Dieter and a small
beer for myself.  "Listen Willie," Dieter said.  "you are too naive.  You
are dying of thirst in the middle of a lake.  You are sitting on a gold
mine of pussy and you don't even know it.  It is yours for the taking, you
just need the right approach." "And what is that?" I asked."You are too
polite.  You think every woman needs to be romanced.  The secret is that
most women want cock just like we want pussy, unless of course they are
lesbians and then they want pussy too.  All you have to do is act
forcefully at the right time." "Women don't seem to like me." I muttered.
"Nonsense, piffle." Dieter laughed.  "All you need is confidence.  You are
a nice looking young man and you could have all the women at the hotel.  I
have seen them look at you.  Remember, they are all just as horny as you.
Act confidently and they are ripe for the picking." "All of them?" I asked
incredulously.  "Yes, all of them.  Gerda, most of all." said Dieter.  "Why
do you think she was so mad at me?  I had her when I first started working
there, but I moved on.  She couldn't stand being left behind so she took it
out on me.  She was not mad because I was fucking the customers.  She was
mad because I wasn't fucking her.  Underneath that gruff exterior she is a
horny slut." This was a startling revelation.  As I was trying to digest it
a stunning blonde dressed to the nines came to the table with a number of
shopping bags.  Dieter stood up and kissed her on the cheek.  "Willie, this
is Alix my new fiance'." Dieter said.  "Alix we must go or we will be late
for the opera." Alix smiled at me and then took Dieter's arm.  They walked
off in the direction of Isartor.  Dieter gave me a wink over his shoulder
as he walked off.  The bar and hotel closed at ten on weekdays, so I had to
use my key to get inside.  There was no need to be quiet, because there
were no guests, since Gerda had decided to take no bookings so that she
could do some extra cleaning.  I stepped into the dark hallway that led to
the reception desk and the bar and closed the door behind me.  There was a
light still on in the bar and I could hear someone softly talking. 
Actually more like muttering, I looked in through the door and Gerda was
sitting alone at the bar.  In front of her was a bottle of brandy and an
overflowing ashtray.  She was softly talking to herself in incomprehensible
(at least to me) German.  I started to turn and I heard her call: "Wille,
come in.  Have a brandy!" "It's late Gerda," I said.  "Thanks but I need to
go to bed." "Oh, come on Willie, don't be such a wachser.  Keep an old
woman company for a little while, it won't kill you!" Afraid to offend her,
I walked in to the room, which consisted of a bar about 10 feet long with
stools along it length and a number of wooden tables with benches along the
wall and chairs in between.  Gerda reached behind the bar and got me a
glass, which she filled with a strong shot of brandy.  "Join me Wille, I am
drinking to drown my sorrows." We sat in silence for a moment.  Suddenly
Gerda said, "Have you seen Dieter since he quit?" I was at a loss as to
what to say.  I decided that denial was the best course.  "No," I said.  "I
am vell rid uff him," Gerda said with a sigh in her heavily accented
English.  "He vas lazy and undependable.  But it iss hard to be a voman
alone." And then she began to cry.  I found this most disconcerting and my
first instinct was to drink the whole glass of brandy, which I did.  I am
not a great drinker, and the brandy felt like a slug of napalm going down.
Countering this was an immediate warm feeling suffusing my body.  It felt
good and as I watched Gerda's body shake with her sobs, I felt an immediate
sense of warmth toward her.  I put my arm around her shoulders and patted
her back while making what I felt were comforting sounds.  This resulted in
a surprising response from Gerda, who threw her arms around me and cried
into my shoulder.  "Oh Willie, vas shall I do!  I am left alone to manage
the bar and the hotel too." I patted her back some more and she hugged me
even tighter.  to my surprise, I began to feel a frisson of sexual tension
move through my body,.  I had never seen Gerda as an object of desire. 
However, the combination of Dieter's advice the strong brandy and her large
bosoms pressing into my chest began to give me a new point of view.  While
she was old enough to be my mother, nay grandmother, her Rubenesque figure
began to seem very interesting.  Large breasts accentuated by a waist of
medium proportions and wide hips.  Thick thighs that tapered down to
surprisingly slender calves and ankles.  I began to look at Gerda with a
new light.  "Oh Wille, you are so kind," she said looking up at me.  "Have
some more brandy." She quickly refilled my glass with another strong tot of
brandy and then proceed to wipe her eyes and compose herself.  As she did
so, I studied her face carefully.  It was framed by short blond hair, that
was gray at the temples.  Her complexion was florid, and her cheeks rosy.
Her full lips had a deep red lipstick which was slightly smeared and her
mascara was running from her tears.  Suddenly I found this matronly and
disheveled woman unbelievably erotic.  I don't know what gave me the
courage, perhaps it was Dieter's remark about her being a "horny slut" and
perhaps it was my own need to have a physical relationship with a woman,
any woman.  But I suddenly stood and grabbed Gerda by the shoulders.  I
stepped forward and pressed my body against hers as she sat on the bar
stool.  "Willie, what are you doing?  she gasped her eyes wide with
surprise.  She started to say something else and I impulsively stopped her
with a kiss.  At first, her body was rigid and then I suddenly felt it
relax.  Her mouth opened to my kiss and I slid my toungue along her lips.
Gerda let out a low moan.  I pushed myself between her knees as she sat on
the bar stool and kept up the kiss.  I suddenly felt her hand on my lower
back pressing my groin into hers.  I took one of my hands and began to
massage her fat breast through her dress.  Gerda threw her head back and
sat with eyes closed as I massaged her large breast and covered her neck
and shoulders with wet kisses.  She had on a heavy brassiere, but even so I
could feel the nipple stiffening under my palm.  Suddenly she pushed me
back.  I was afraid at first that she was going to tell me off, but instead
she reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her waist.  In
a practiced motion she hooked her thumbs in her panty and-panty hose and
pulled them down over her plump thighs.  I watched in wonder as she kicked
off her high heeled shoes and pulled the panty hose free.  With a smile she
hoisted herself back on the bar stool and pulled her dress up to her waist.
I was mesmerized by the sight of her plump thighs that led to a plump round
belly, the bottom of which was shrouded by a thick bush of hair.  To say I
was excited is an understatement.  Here was my first real woman, who was
going to fuck me out of her desire and not mine..  Gerda started to
unbutton the buttons on the front of her dress.  I stepped closer and
pushed the top of the dress down exposing a black brassiere.  Gerda looked
at me with a lust filled face while she reached behind her and unclasped
the brassiere freeing two magnificent melon like tits with large brown
aureoles.  The she began tugging at my belt, undoing it and quickly
unzipping my pants.  My cock was like an iron bar and my underpants were
already wet with precum.  Gerda reached in my underpants and grabbed my
cock.  I saw her eyes go wide with interest as she gauged my size.  Over
the years I had noticed that I was somewhat bigger than the average guy in
gym class, but I was unaware of the potential of being larger than average.
After all, when your main source of sex ed is porno, you begin to believe
that everyone is well-endowed.  I wasn't huge but I was a good 8 inches
when erect and quite thick, as thick as her wrist.  "Oh Willie, this is a
nice surprise!  What a nice cock you have." She held her hand to her mouth
and spit on her fingers and then proceeded to rub her saliva on my cock
head.  Then she grabbed my buttocks with one hand and guided my cock to her
cunt with the other.  "Fichte mir, Wille, fichte mir!" she exclaimed as she
pushed me forward.  I felt a moment of resistance and then suddenly my cock
was encased in her warm pussy.  I was near to swooning with the sensation
of her large tits on my chest and her pussy clasping my cock.  I
tongue-fucked her mouth and began to rapidly push my cock in and out of her
pussy.  All the time she was moaning and clenching my buttocks with both
hands.  Suddenly, she put her hand behind my head and pulled me into an
even deeper kiss as she wrapped her legs round my sides and drummed on my
buttocks with her heels.  I felt her pussy begin to clasp my cock like a
milking hand and suddenly she screamed out " I am cumming, Willie, fuck me
hard!" I was in a frenzy as I jackhammered her cunt and then I exploded. 
It felt as if my whole body was trying to explode through my cock.  I was
pumping months of come into her cunt and I could feel it leaking out the
sides of her pussy and drenching the bar stool my balls were now resting
on. We stood glued together for a moment and then Gerda pushed me back and
stepped off the stool.  She slipped on her high heels and picked up her
pany hose and panties from the floor.  She used the panites to wipe our
juices off the bar stool and then held them between her thighs to soak up
the cum that was flowing out of her cunt.  "Come Willie, bring the brandy,"
Gerda said and marched toward the spiral staircase that led to upper floors
of the hotel.  I pulled up my jeans and zipped them, grabbed the brandy
bottle and followed her up the stairs.  Her dress was still around her
waist and I watched her swing her buttocks side to side as she climbed the
stairs.  To my surprise, the sight of her round buttocks obscenely swaying
up the stairs started to make me hard again.  So soon after cumming, my
erection was slightly painful.  But I knew how to fix that.  I followed
Gerda to the third floor, where her own apartments were.  As soon as we
were in the door I grabbed her and began to fondle her fat buttocks and
pluck at her nipples.  I pressed my erection into her belly and she laughed
and said "What a stallion you are Willie.  I never guessed!  But wait here
while I clean up and we will have some more fun!" With that she left for
the bathroom, emerging moments later in a white peignoir and her high
heels. She had washed her face and reapplied her lipstick "It was fun in
the bar Willie, but it is more relaxing in bed.  Come with me." She took my
hand and led me down a short hallway to her bedroom.  Inside was a double
bed covered with a pink satin comforter.  Gerda reclined on the comforter
facing me.  Her heavy melons sagged against the bed and the filmy negligee
with a split down the front showed her form to perfection.  She was a
robust woman with heavy wide hips and plump thighs that tapered down to
dimpled knees.  The triangle of hair at the junction of her thighs was
thick, the brown hair mixed with gray.  Her calves were delicate and her
ankles beautiful.  "Take off your clothes and come here Willie," she said
and waved with her hand for me to step forward.  I tore off my shirt and
dropped my jeans and underpants in a pile on the floor.  I stepped forward
until my thighs brushed up against the bed.  Gerda reached out and cupped
her hand around my balls, weighing them like she would wurst at the
Victualenmarkt.  Suddenly she leaned forward and engulfed the head of my
prick in her mouth.  The sight of her red lips and the warm suction of her
mouth caused my prick to suddenly go from semi-hard to rock hard.  She
mewed in delight as she felt it grow in her mouth.  She let go of the head
of my prick and rang her toungue along the big vein on the bottom of it all
the while looking into my eyes with a salacious grin.  She then sucked me
back between her lips as her hand began to stroke my cock vigorously.  She
parted her thighs, and placed the foot of her upper leg on the bed behind
her other knees.  She reached down with her free hand and began to stroke
her pussy lips.  Instinctively, I pushed my cock forward into her mouth and
held her head with one hand while I fondled one of her nipples with the
other.  Gerda removed her mouth from my cock for a moment and said in a
husky voice: "Don't be so gentle with my nipples, Willie.  Pinch them, make
me cry with pain.  I like that.  " This was certainly a novel idea to me,
but I did as she instructed.  I pinched a nipple lightly and mumbled
"harder" around my prick.  I took the turgid springy flesh between my thumb
and forefinger and pinched hard.  She moaned deeply and her head began to
bob up and down wildly on my prick while she rubbed her pussy frantically.
I pinched again and I began to feel a strong suction on my prick head. 
Then she moved her head forward and swallowed my whole cock until I could
feel the head of it enveloped by the back of her throat.  I could feel the
frisson of excitement that proceeds my orgasm.  I started to pull my cock
out of her mouth exclaiming "I am going to cum!" She looked at me with a
smile and said "Go ahead Willie, cum in my mouth.  I want you to!  But you
must do the same for me." Not caring what this meant, I began to fuck her
mouth and twist her nipples, spurred on by lust and indescribable feelings.
Suddenly, I was caught by the onrush of my orgasm and held her head by the
short grey blond hair as I pumped my cum into her throat and she sucked me
dry.  I collapsed to the floor at the side of the bed, totally wrung out.
My now flaccid cock flopped on my thigh covering it with a mixture of my
cum and Gerda's saliva.  She looked at me with a triumphant smile and said
"Get the brandy bottle and then come back to bed Willie.  We need some
rest." I walked back to her sitting room and retrieved the brandy bottle
and returned to the bedroom.  Gerda was sitting at the bedside with two
glasses and a wash cloth.  She looked both radiant and disheveled at the
same time.  The red lipstick she wore was smeared around her wide mouth and
full lips.  The was a drop of pearly come on her chin and her hair was
tousled where I had grabbed it in my ecstasy.  "Willie have a drink, and
then we will rest." She poured some brandy in our glasses which she quickly
tossed off and then lay down on the bed.  I finished my brandy and lay down
beside her.  She had gotten rid of the negligee and the high heels and so I
could see her plainly.  On closer inspection I notice that she a most
attractive roll of fat between her belly button and her bush.  Her nipples
were red and irritated from our love making and her whole body was suffused
with a rosy glow that I was afterwards to learn was the product of her
orgasm.  She used the wash cloth in her hand to gently wash my cock,
getting rid of the sticky cum/saliva mix and the lipstick.  I couldn't
resist the temptation to once again fondle her ripe body, the very first
woman's body that I had had such access to.  She kept up a stream of small
talk as I inspected her charms.  "Do you like my tits, Willie?  Some men
think they are my best feature.  I am not too fat for you?  You make me
feel like a young woman again." Gradually, the warmth of the brandy made me
feel sleepy, and I drifted off to the soft sound of her voice.  I awoke
shortly after, brought from my sleep by a pain in my groin.  As my head
cleared I realized the reason for the pain was that I was pushed up against
Gerda's warm buttocks as she slept and the warmth and softness of crack had
given me another hard on.  This was astounding, my third in a few short
hours.  I ran my hands over her smooth flesh.  Her thighs and buttocks were
tight and full, but age had softened her breasts and stomach.  I reached
down my hand to the hairy bush of her cunt and rubbed my finger along the
slit.  Gerda stirred in her sleep and then her eyes opened in surprise and
pleasure.  "Oh Willie, won't you let a poor old woman alone.  You are so
randy!" Her eyes and smile made it clear that she didn't want to be let
alone.  She rolled on her back and opened her thighs.  "Wille, now you must
return the favor I gave you." I looked at her in confusion.  What was this
about?  She opened her thighs and put her hand behind my head pulling it
toward her hairy cunt.  "Bitte leck mir, Willie, you promised!" she whined.
I was not sure what I had promised, but I realized that she now wanted me
to perform cunnilingus on her.  I had never done this before, although I
had watched enough xxx movies to get the idea.  Okay, I thought, it is the
least I can do.  I put my head between her plump thighs and gave her cunt a
tentative lick with my tongue.  A shiver went through her body and the
musky scent of her pussy filled my nostrils.  I began to lick the lips in
earnest and she moaned in delight and wiggled her ass sensually.  "My clit,
Willie, lick my clit." She spread the lips of her cunt with her hand and
guided my mouth to the hooded nub of flesh above the opening to her pussy..
I began to stroke it with my tongue and she went instantly wild,
practically rubbing her cunt in my face.  I could feel my erection growing
in my excitement at this new development.  I sucked the nub of flesh into
my mouth and her moans deepened.  For reasons I cannot fathom to this day,
I took her clitoris between teeth and nipped her while I reached up and
twisted the nipples of her breasts.  Gerda suddenly stiffened and then her
body twitched like she had been jolted with electricity.  She let out a low
guttural moan and shuddered again and again.  I later figured out that this
was her orgasm, but at the time it frightened me mightily.  I was afraid
that I had driven this matronly woman of advanced years into a heart
attack. Suddenly her pussy exploded, drenching my face in sticky juice.  I
got up to my knees, shocked beyond belief.  My penis deflated.  I touched
Gerda's cheek to see if she was conscious.  She grabbed my hand and pulled
it to her mouth and began to kiss and suck my fingers.  "Oh Willie, what a
lover you are.  It has been a long time since any man made me feel such
pleasure." She smiled at me and her face seemed softened and happy.  Her
lips appeared swollen, and her nipples were rigid.  I felt the hardness
return to my cock.  Instinctively, I reached out and turned her over.  Her
fat buttocks touched the head of my cock.  The crease of her ass glistened
where the liquid of her cum had run down from her pussy into her ass crack.
She looked back over her shoulder with a smile.  "fuck me again, Willie,
fuck me from behind like your little bitch." She reached back and spread
her buttocks exposing her cunt and the brown right of her anus.  I put the
head of my prick against her pussy hole and pushed into its wonderful damp
warmness.  I looked down as my cock slid in and out of her hole.  It was
bright red and the shaft glistened from her juices.  I was suddenly
entranced by her puckered brown anus.  I had seen scenes of men fucking
women there in porno movies, but it hadn't attracted me until now.  I
suddenly stuck my middle finger in my mouth and coated it with saliva, I
then began to massage her anus with the tip of my finger.  "Oh willie, what
are you doing?" Gerda asked in a panicked little voice.  I pushed my finger
past the rubbery ring and into her bottom.  "Oh no," she cried "Don't,
please..." I was too far gone to stop now.  I began to fuck her ass with my
finger as I fucked her pussy with my cock.  I could feel my cock moving in
her cunt with my finger.  "Oh willie, it is too much feeling . . .  I
cannot bear it . . .  Oh mein gott . . .  I am exploding." At that her body
once again shuddered and her cunt began pulsate around my cock until I also
felt the electric onset of my orgasm.  This third orgasm produced much less
cum than the first two, but it was the strongest of the three.  I fell
forward on the bed exhausted.  As I feel asleep, I could her Gerda
murmuring in a slurred and thick voice that showed how much she had had to
drink as I felt her hands stroking my back and buttocks.  "Ach, such
pleasure you give me Willie, what a man.  who needs that arschlock Dieter?
But we must be careful.  We can't let Renata catch on-- she will make
trouble for us.  We must be careful.  But I must be with you again.  You
can have me any time you want, but don't let Renata know.  I will make you
so happy, you'll see." In my drowsy state, I barely took note of the
significance of what she was saying.  First, the Dieter reference.  Better
than Dieter?  How could that be?  And why the concern over Renata?  Why the
concern over the mousy little cook?  These issues were to become clearer in
the following days, but that is a story for another time.