Lotte S: Memoirs

After the electric finger sensitized her back with its prickly scribbling, Ilse leaned forward eagerly as her mistress sought room to insert it between her deft buttocks. She re-positioned herself on Lotte's mouth, sliding her crotch back a little so that her ass hole was unobstructed. She dropped the massager on the bed and lay down on her lover's torso, resting her head atop Lotte's pillowy thighs as her obliging mistress stroked her perineum with the humming vibrator.

Lotte sucked on the bulbous inflamed ditty as she delved into her beautiful playmate's bung hole with the seven inch tingler. Every so often she caressed Ilse's drooling labia with the electric dong to make it slippery with cuntal juice, otherwise its inch and three-quarter thickness would never penetrate the narrow sphincter. She felt her maid's teeth sink into the flesh of her inner thighs each time a shock wave shuddered through her body from the vibrator's sensuous probing.

When the ass hole was reamed large enough, the plastic tingler slid in and out with ease. Ilse's buttocks were constricted into tight muscular knots and she continued to chew on Lotte's fleshy thighs as the vibrator electrified her bowel cavity. Her mistress drove the prickly dong into her ass with a quickening tempo as Ilse's gasping cuntal slit foretold of the coming orgasm.

The clitty Lotte sucked was like a hot pearl. It seared her lips and tongue. She drove the vibrator into Ilse's ass with a knife-like thrust as she felt the maid's body stiffen with orgasmic rigidity. Again and again she slashed into a maid's beautiful ass with the penile tingler, and each time she felt Ilse's jerk with a spasm of erotic pain. She sucked and tugged on the inflamed ditty, her face awash with the cuntal juice that spurted from her lover's gasping pussy with each venereal contraction.

"Ooooo!… Yahrrggrrrr!" Ilse cried, biting into her mistress' vulnerable thigh until Lotte cried out with delirious pain herself.

"So wonderful!" Ilse said, limp with exhaustion. She was sprawled out on the waterbed, legs splayed and arms askew. "I did not know sex could be so exciting!"

"You should do it vit somebody else," Lotte told her, still hoping to broaden her sexual horizon. "Others can treat you to experiences much different from mine. There iss great pleasure in variety, my sweet!"

"Perhaps I shall try," Ilse replied thoughtfully, more in answer to her own inner thoughts than to Lotte's comments. As she mused among silent daydreams, her fingers languidly and unconsciously stroked her pussy, as though it were a small fluffy kitten curled up between her thighs.

"I haf an idea!" Lotte said excitedly. "Ve shall haf a party! I vill invite my friends and gif everybody a present!"

"A present?" Use asked, puzzled.

"Yes, my beauty." Lotte grinned slyly. "You shall be zee present I vill give to them-and they vill be zee present I shall give to you!"

Ilse looked at her warily. The idea still frightened her, but she found herself drawn to it with a growing excitement. "And what will your present be?" she asked finally.

"Ach, my sweet pussy," Lotte cried. "My present iss in zee giving. Vat I gif, I shall receive!"

Sunday-Carnival Day. Everyone was in high spirits. The music was loud and raunchy and was supplemented by the tinkle of laughter and the constant buzz of happy conversation. Wine and liquor and champagne flowed in abundance from the cabinets of Lotte's fabulously stocked wet bar. All of her guests' clothing had been eagerly discarded upon arrival and appropriately hung in the closet.

This was the first time Lotte had congregated her harem and she was pleased that all of them got along so well together. Only Jung-Jung with his oriental in scrutiny and his infuriating manners-preferred to remain aloof. He sat in a corner with his pad and pen, feverishly taking notes on everything that was said and took place. He did bring his leather packet of pins however, Lotte noticed with wry amusement.

The other men conversed with each other excitedly and expressed open fascination for each other's bodies. This was the first time any of them had seen other naked males "in the flesh," so to speak, except in locker room situations where one was likely to get punched in the nose for commenting, jocularly or otherwise, on another man's genital area. Never had they been able to examine and discuss and touch men's "private" parts with such lack of fear or derision.

"You know I've never seen anything so extraordinary!" Norman said, unable to take his eyes off Paul's semi-erected eight inches of skinny cock. "You say it grows to eleven inches?"

"Yeah, he's a real monster all right," Paul said. "It used to scare the hell out of me when I was in high school, 'cause I thought it never was going to stop growin'. But then when I reached my full height in my senior year he got up to eleven inches and just sort of hung in there ever since."

"Is that leben inches all the time?" Newberry asked with a chuckle. "Or jus' when Lotte hums it?"

"I think Lotte could make it grow another inch or two sure 'nough. Specially when she starts squeezing it with those ass muscles of hers. But the old boy's always good for eleven inches at least."

Norman studied it while he sipped his drink. Finally he blurted out, "You don't mind if I just touch it, do you?"

"Hell no. You can even suck it if you want to. Course you're not as good lookin' as Lotte"-he winked at his hostess, who was seated on a stool behind the bar acting as bartender for the evening and listening to the conversation with rapt amusement-"but the old boy ain't proud."

Norman rubbed his fingers along the shaft of the cock, feeling it wriggle and lift its head.

"He's awful polite, you'll notice," Paul said. "He always stands up when he shakes hands."

In a few moments the slender reed had erected to its full eleven inches. Norman could feel the warm blood pulsing through it.

"Amazing!" he said. "It's hard as steel. Doesn't it hurt when it gets that hard and starts throbbing?"

"It sure does," Paul agreed. "It hurts right now, in fact. I'm going to have to jerk it off, unless someone wants to do it for me."

"How bouts Lotte doin' it," Newberry suggested. "Then while she's doin' that me 'n Norm'll get ars to hurtin' too!"

"Splendid idea!" Norman seconded. "I can feel the pain coming on already!"

Indeed, both men's cocks, had begun to rouse from their lethargy with this dramatic turn of the conversation.

"Ach, I must do everything!" Lotte said with mock disgust. "It iss my party and I prefer to be entertained by my guests. Vhy don't the three of you suck each other off and I vill vatch? You are not afraid, are you?"

"My dear, you have now made it impossible for us to refuse," Norman said. "Okay guys, let's gather our stools around."

Taking Norman's lead they scooted their stools closer together so that they were in a tight little threesome, then Norman-trying to be diplomatic in case Paul might have an racial aversion to black meat-leaned down into Newberry's lap and took the fleshy cock in his mouth. Newberry followed his example and began to suck on Paul's long spike. Finally the basketball player took Norman's six inches of throbbing prick between his teeth.

The men seemed to take to their roles as cocksuckers. Of course Norman had been sucking his since puberty, so the only thing new to him was the fact that he had a new one to suck for a change. Newberry, on the other hand, was a different story. Before meeting Lotte he would have committed murder before submitting himself to the humiliation of giving anyone a blow-job. But Lotte had tamed him with love and taught him that masculinity is a biological gender, not a state of macho mentality. Now he sucked Paul's prick with as much gusto and lack of inhibition as Norman sucked his own.