The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 47 - Losing It To Lembit

Dusseldorf, June 1931

Dusseldorf was a University town and there were plenty of places of entertainment that catered for young people of Kathi’s age where she could meet and make friends in the evenings and at weekends when she had completed her duties. She didn’t enjoy dancing but she did like listening to music and was learning to handle her alcohol consumption. She soon made a circle of girlfriends, both local and student, who met regularly, went to the cinema, drank together in bars, discussed the latest fashions, films and records and gossiped about boys.

Kathi had maintained the same attitude to boys as she had in Essen; she was willing to be dated and entertained but she was not going to pay for it with sex, as all her suitors soon found out.

While she had a reputation for being unassailable, some of Kathi’s friends were less inhibited and she listened with interest to their experiences as notes were compared afterwards. Kathi was looking a particular kind of male to be her first lover and she was not prepared to settle for anyone who did not match the profile that she had drawn up in her mind.

One particular young man who was reputed to be handsome, charming, a very good lover and endowed with an enormous penis, was a young ethnic German from Estonia, studying Electrical Engineering at the university, named Lembit Eissturmvogel. Kathi found out which bar he usually drank in and tucked herself with her drink into a dark corner so that she observe him without being spotted herself. As the bar filled up and the atmosphere got smokier, she had to keep moving her head to try and spot her quarry as well as fending off unwelcome attention to herself. Her standard reply was that she was ‘waiting for someone’ with the unspoken ‘else’ quite plain.

At last she saw a boy matching the description that she had been given with a group of students and, in spite of herself, her heart gave a leap when she saw how handsome he was. Despite the fact that he was probably at least two years older than Kathi, he looked no more than sixteen, had long blonde hair and a shy expression. But as Kathi watched, she realised that this was a real predator at work; his eyes were never still, flicking over every girl in the room, even when he raised his stein of beer to his lips. Kathi leaned back into the gloom of her corner when his head turned in her direction and then passed on. Finally, he fixed on a girl with blonde bobbed hair, appearing at her side and then edging her away from the rest of her group as he engaged her in conversation. She seemed quite happy with the situation and several times reached out to touch his face in almost motherly affection as they talked. Eventually, they left together, followed by raucous cheers and thumbs up signs from Lembit’s male companions. Kathi finished her drink and then left herself, her eyes narrowed as she mused on what she had seen.

She came back twice more to see Lembit repeat his performance and leave with a different girl each time before Kathi made her own move. On her fourth visit, as soon as Kathi spotted Lembit entering the bar, she headed for the ladies to check her make up and hair and was surprised not to be able to see her rapidly beating heart beneath the material of her tight white sweater. Then, swinging her hips in her tight, black calf length skirt, made her way to the middle of the bar, where she stood still, as if looking around for an empty seat. She sensed Lembit at her side before she saw him but still gave a little jump as if surprised when he invited her to join him. The waitress who took Kathi’s order gave her an angry look and she guessed that the girl was either one of Lembit’s previous conquests or had failed to attract his attention.

He spoke very softly and Kathi had to lean her copper tresses closer to his head to hear what he was saying. Lembit was very self effacing as he told her about himself and then enquired about her and, in spite of her self; Kathi found that she was being charmed. They chatted together for a little while longer before Lembit suggested that they might like to move onto somewhere a bit less crowded and noisy. He looked completely taken aback when Kathi declined but told him that she was free on the following Friday and when and where to meet her. Her face not showing the terrible doubt that she felt, Kathi stood up, wished him auf wiedersehen and left. Only outside on the pavement did her coolness desert her and she almost went back into the bar to throw herself on him.

“Wow! Kathi must have a hot date tonight!” Friedrich said, staring goggle eyed at Kathi as she came in to the lounge to seek Sable’s permission to leave the house. Kathi had plundered her savings to buy the outfit that she was wearing for this special night; a low cut, sleeveless mauve dress that reached down to just below her knees, a matching velvet choker and the black underwear beneath. White gloves, sheer silk stocking and black high heeled shoes completed the ensemble. Sable gave an approving smile and Friedrich’s face resumed its normal expression of dog like devotion.

All the way on the bus ride into the city centre, Kathi’s stomach was doing nervous somersaults as she wondered if she was doing the right thing and whether Lembit would even bother to turn up at the rendezvous but, there he was, pacing up and down outside the cinema, glancing at his watch. He had obviously taken trouble with his own appearance, washing and combing his blonde hair and wearing a clean white shirt with a smart jacket and pressed trousers. The look of awe on his face told Kathi that she had impressed him and, this time, his stuttering greetings were not an affection to gain to sympathy. Kathi quickly took his arm and propelled him towards the cinema box office. The main feature was a new American Gangster movie, called Public Enemy, starring James Cagney, Jean Harlow and Joan Blondell (who was one of Kathi’s favourite actresses) and she sat enthralled, being able to follow the English soundtrack, unlike Lembit who had to wait for the crudely lettered subtitles in German. Kathi allowed him to hold her hands in the darkened interior and move on to stroking her knee and thigh but firmly prevented him progressing any further. As they left the cinema, Lembit suggested that they went to a bar for a drink but was led to a nearby restaurant and sat horrified as Kathi ordered a meal from the menu and glasses of wine for herself while he settled for a glass of beer and the cheapest snack.

Kathi wanted to laugh at the expression on Lembit’s face when he was presented with the bill but, when she gave him one of her wonderful sweet smiles and asked if he knew somewhere nice they could go for coffee, he brightened up and slapped a pile of Marks from his wallet on the table without counting them.

Kathi’s heart sank as she looked around Lembit’s room in the dingy student lodgings; taking in the single gas ring with a kettle on top; the hand basin with a dirty cup and plate in it, a single chair and table littered with textbooks and manuscripts, a poster of a semi naked Hedy Kiesler on the wall (Kathi liked her too) and a single bed in the corner. This was not the palatial bedroom suite that she had dreamed of as the setting for the most important night of her life so far.

Declining Lembit’s offer to wash his only cup so that she could have coffee, Kathi sat on edge of the bed and removed her gloves while he lifted two dripping wet bottles of beer from a bucket of cold water under the hand basin, opened them and handed one over to her.

They chatted for a little while, drinking from the bottles and then Kathi shivered as she felt his warm lips on her bare shoulder and his fingers touching the back of her neck. They both put their bottles on floor and Kathi turned to allow Lembit to put his arms around her while they kissed. Lembit was an accomplished but very tender lover; Kathi barely noticed, between the strokes of her body, that her dress had been unzipped at the back and was slipping down her arms to reveal her upper body until Lembit was kissing her and licking at her breasts, nestling in the low slung black lace brassiere. That too, was expertly unclipped and discarded and, while Lembit stood up to strip naked, it was Kathi herself who wriggled her dress down over her hips and kicked it away with her shoes. Lembit was about to sit down on the bed again when Kathi put her hand against his chest to stop him so that she could admire his body. While her fingernails raked through the soft blonde hair covering his pectoral muscles, Kathi’s eyes were drawn to the erect penis that rose like a tree trunk from the golden brown bush of his pubic hair. Kathi felt fear and doubt when she saw the size of the circumcised phallus, convinced that it was too long to fit inside her without doing damage or causing considerable pain but, nevertheless, her throat went dry, her heart pounded and there was an involuntary twitch in her own genitals. She touched the massive penis with her fingers, making it jump, and then grasped it as wishing to measure its circumference with her own hand. When Lembit put his hand behind her head to push her face towards the tip of his shaft, Kathi shook herself free and rolled back on to the bed, with her head on the pillow and raising her stockinged legs while she tugged her wet knickers down to her feet. Lembit needed no further invitation to clamber onto the bed but did not immediately try to mount her, remaining kneeling while he kissed and caressed her lips and the various erogenous zones of her body. Kathi’s body was jerking on the bed; racked by a series of electric shocks as she laid with her head back, her throat stretched, and her mouth open to emit passionate groans, her copper hair spread across the pillow and her eyes closed. She opened them when she felt her knees being prised apart and she willingly spread them further to permit Lembit to kneel between her thighs. A moment later, his face was above hers and she felt his chest brushing the erect nipples of her breasts, making her gasp but suddenly something hard touched the swollen lips of her labia and her back arched as her sensitive nerves reacted. Then slowly that hard something was pushing into her vagina and she held her breath in anticipation, her arms clutching at Lembit’s where they supported his body on either side of hers. Deeper the penis slid inside her, its passage eased by the generous amount of the new contraceptive jelly that Kathi had applied in the restaurant toilet, stretching her muscles until it met resistance and a look of puzzlement crossed Lembit’s face to be replaced by surprise as he realised that he was pushing against an intact hymen. “Go on, do it!” Kathi almost shrieked and, with a pleased smile, Lembit thrust forward with his hips. A sharp pain went Kathi’s groin to her spine and she felt a warm trickle between her legs but it was nothing to the waves of emotion now taking hold of her. Now fully inside her, Lembit slowly began to move his hips backwards and forwards and, at the first pull back, Kathi thought that the internal walls of her vagina were being sucked out. Then Lembit got his rhythm going and Kathi, having raised her legs so that her heels rested on his back, tried to match her body thrusts to his but was not experienced enough. She decided to lie back and enjoy herself, which she was doing because no masturbation had ever resulted in a feeling like this. She raked Lembit’s bare shoulders with her fingernails and he jerked, thrusting his penis even deeper in side her, purple lights exploded behind Kathi’s eyes and there was a sharp pain on the crown of her head. Now, both of them were gasping and groaning as they approached their climaxes, Lembit’s penis seemed to have grown even larger inside Kathi and she could feel the walls of her vagina filling with fluid and gripping the shaft even tighter. Lembit let out a long yell which turned into an agonized groan as his body bucked up and down and, deep inside Kathi, something wet splashed against her flesh again and again. Then a fire spread out from her genitals, racing along her nerves to every extremity of her body, and a feeling of pleasure, so extreme that it was painful, swept over her and she shook uncontrollably as her own body fluid gushed over Lembit’s groin. Kathi heard someone screaming, a wild animal noise, which she only realised was coming from her own mouth when Lembit balanced himself on one hand to shake her shoulder with the other.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her own perspiration soaked body as he slowly lowered himself onto his elbows and gently raised his buttocks so that he could withdraw his penis without hurting Kathi’s genitals. Without Lembit’s shaft inside her, Kathi suddenly felt empty and rejected until he lay down on the bed beside her and gathered her body into his arms, caressing and kissing her and thanking her for being so wonderful. As Kathi lay with her head on Lembit’s chest, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and warm fluid oozed from the lips of her labia on to the insides of her thighs.

An hour or so later they both felt sufficiently recovered to repeat the experience, this time Kathi lay on her side with one leg drawn up so that Lembit’s long penis could enter her vagina from behind and again even later, as the first light of dawn appeared at the window, they coupled for the third and last time. Lembit lay on his back as Kathi, her knees straddling his waist, guided herself on his shaft and then raised and lowered her body, her breasts bouncing up and down on her chest until she orgasmed with another ear splitting howl and a neighbouring student hammered on the wall for silence.   

An utterly exhausted Lembit opened his eyes in response to Kathi’s insistent prodding to find her standing over him and fully dressed. He blinked at the sunshine in the room and then groped for his alarm clock.

“It’s only six o’clock”, he groaned. “What do you want now?”

“You to get dressed and go and get me a taxi”, she replied primly.

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