Lotte S: Memoirs

Sanchez usually dined with his legs straddling Lotte's neck, his cock and scrotum dangling just above her face. This was a comfortable position and allowed both of them to dine simultaneously. The serving tray was on the floor beside them, within easy reach.

While Sanchez sucked the juices that continued to bubble from her cunt, Lotte pulled back the flabby foreskin from his uncircumcised prick and began to lick it. She liked the inside of the fleshy sheath. She enjoyed the musky smell and the sweaty, salty taste. When they first started dining together she had told Sanchez not to shower for at least twenty-four hours before dinner time, otherwise he would wash all the flavor out of her meal. Sometimes she thought he went for two or three days without showering, but she never complained. Although a bit spicy, the meal always tasted wonderful.

While she lathered his penis with a glistening coat of saliva, she could feel Sanchez' serpentine tongue slither in and out of her wet vagina. It always amazed her that he could insert it so deep. But his tongue was long and narrow and very strong from a lifetime of trilling r's, which Mexicans do all of the time when they speak Spanish-an art which English speaking peoples do not possess-and he could use it like the blade of a knife. Sometimes after eating chili peppers his tongue would slice into her venereal slit as though it had just been lifted from a bed of burning coals.

"I vant some delicious guacamole," Lotte said. She scooped up a large helping of the green dip with a tortilla chip and ladled it onto Sanchez' cock, smearing it allover the shaft and head. Then she slid the triangular chip inside his anus, leaving only its base sticking out.

"The re-fried beans seem very hot," Sanchez said, lifting the lid from the pot and watching the steam rise.

"They cannot be hotter than my pussy," Lotte told him with a laugh. "And if they are, my Rhineskeller vill cool them off. No?"

"Absolutamente!" Sanchez agreed.

While holding open the mouth of Lotte's cunt with his fingers, Sanchez poured a large serving of the beans into her orifice. Lotte moaned and her pelvis squirmed with burning delight.

"Ach! It is hot," she gasped. "I luf it! It feels so vunderful, my lufly Sanchez!"

Her womb seemed aflame. The beans were not really hot, just pleasantly warm. But to feel that warmth in the pit of her body was a sensation akin to ecstasy.

"And now the rice," her gourment lover continued. The outside of her cunt and the thick growth of pubic hair were already covered with mushy, re-fried pinto beans, and into this brew he stirred the hot rice, mixing all of it up together-beans, rice, hair, body-wine.

"Such a delicacy!" Sanchez said. "I can wait no longer. We must turn over now!"

They rolled over gingerly, not wanting to spill the cuntal bowl of beans and rice, until Lotte's engorged quim was straddling Sanchez' face. He gripped her buttocks with his hands and forced her bloated pussy down to his anxious mouth. Suddenly Lotte felt his gnashing teeth inside her bush, nibbling at the mushy labial folds of her cunt.

Dining with Sanchez was always a sensual delight. Her clitty was already beginning to swell, become sensitized. Sometimes his teeth clamped down on it as he gnawed her, not hard, but hard enough, and a current of electricity shot through her body. Usually she climaxed two or three times during such a meal and she could feel the first orgasm coming on now. The hot sensation was spreading through her blood, bones, flesh, hair, growing stronger and hotter. Her pelvis writhed against Sanchez' face. She gnawed on his penis, lapping the guacamole into her mouth and smearing her face with it as the arrows of her climax pierced the excited flesh of her body. She could feel the rhythmic contractions of her vagina forcing the beans downward and out of the gasping mouth of her cunt, into Sanchez' waiting mouth.

"Eat me!" Lotte gasped. "Eat me, Her Sanchez!"

Her vaginal muscles continued to pump the beans into his mouth while she sucked the guacamole from his prick. She devoured the entire length of his shaft. His rigid prong whacked against the walls of her throat. His six inch erection was just the right size for a good blow job. She could make him shoot his wad in sixty seconds if she wanted. But it was too soon for dessert. She would save his cream pudding for later.

She took the throbbing cock out of her mouth and began to lick his scrotum. From the smell of his crotch and the salty flavor of his genital luggage, she guessed he had not showered for two days or more. She became slightly dizzy from the musky atmosphere of his nut pouch and had to close her eyes to stop the room from spinning. This vertiginous sensation lasted for only a moment, however, and soon she had the entire sack in her mouth, sucking first one ball and then the other.

"Caramba! La comida es… kaput!" Sanchez cried, spicing his Spanish lament with a touch of Lotte's native vernacular. "The dinner is gone and I am still hungry, my pet!"

Lotte pulled her head away from his crotch and came up for a breath of fresh air.

"You are always hungry, Sanchez. You vill no doubt die at the dinner table some day. And I vill be accused of poisoning you!"

"Never fear, my lovely fraulein. No jury would ever convict you. For your defense you would only need to serve them one of your extraordinary meals and-case dismissed!"

"Da. But the best part of your meal is still to come. Look at the surprise I haf prepared for you!"

She lifted the cover from the main serving dish and let him see her masterpiece of Mexican cuisine.

Sanchez' face beamed with pleasure. "Chili relleno!" he cried. "Caramba! I thought you did not know how to fix them!"

"I haf been practicing," Lotte said, delighted to see him so happy. "I am sure you villlike it. And notice how big it is." The green pepper was large indeed. Perhaps seven or eight inches long, its shaft slightly curved and pointed at the end. She had stuffed the inside with enough beef and cheese to make it as thick as the original pepper had been-perhaps two and a half inches at its largest diameter.

"Hesitate no longer," Lotte said. "I cannot vait to haf you eat it!"

"I cannot wait myself," Sanchez said, kissing Lotte on the cheek.

The delighted Mexican took the stiffly-crusted chili relleno into his hands. It was still very warm, but not sizzling hot. Perhaps Lotte will heat it up, he thought. He felt a child-like, almost malicious glee at the thought of inserting the cock-shaped, thickly stuffed hot pepper inside her venereal oven.

Lotte was just as eager for the meal to begin. Her legs were splayed invitingly, her body shivered with anticipation. She dug her fingers into the mouth of her cunt and pulled it open, stretching it wide-so wide that Sanchez could almost have inserted his fist. Her body juices still roiled up from the depths of her vaginal spring, gushing out like sea spray. She could almost force the white foam out at will, just from the contraction of her venereal muscles.

"Hurry, Sanchez! I am going to come!"

Sanchez inserted the shaft of food inside Lotte's gasping pussy. Its walls were so slick with her own secretions that the chili relleno slid down her cuntal throat with ease.

"Fuck me, mein Herr! Fuck me before you eat me!"

Holding the stem of the chili relleno between his fingers, Sanchez fucked her with the hot pepper. He pumped it up and down inside her oozing slit, slowly at first, but picking up speed as Lotte's pelvis convolutions increased.

Lotte held back her climax as long as possible, trying to keep her muscles relaxed as the shaft of food moved smoothly, teasingly along the soft lining of her cunt. She did not want to crush the chili relleno yet. She wanted to savor the full delight of its spicey presence inside her quim. Then at the ripe moment she would devour her lover in a single burst of coital ecstasy.