Lotte S: Memoirs

Lotte could not watch sexual activity of any kind without her cuntal juices starting to flow. She began to finger massage the inside of her pussy, stirring them up even more. She seriously considered shafting herself with the neck of a champagne bottle, something she had never done before. (Not that it had never occurred to her, only that it had never been necessary.) But seeing how much pleasure the men were taking in going down on each other, she became anxious to join in on the fun.

"Let me know who iss coming first," she said. "I vant to eat your cream pudding. Just a show of hands vhen you are ready, please. You need not stop sucking on my account!"

A moment later Norman's hand shot up.

"He's all yours," Paul said, lifting his head and licking his lips. "You better hurry, though. She's about to blow!"

Lotte no sooner clamped her mouth around Norman's prick than she felt the first warm splash of mucus against her palate. Half a dozen salvos of bitter-sweet jism slushed down her throat before it stopped coming. She milked the quickly shriveling cock with her hand, squeezing the last drops onto her tongue, lapped them into her mouth, and raised her head just in time to see Newberry's hand fly up and start waving.

Norman quickly disengaged himself from his black friend's thick pound of flesh and Lotte went down on him with her voracious appetite. She held his throbbing prick tightly in her hands as his milky lubricant began to pour into her mouth in a steady stream of liquid heat. His did not spurt in clots as Norman's had. It flowed like syrup, filling Lotte's mouth with its acidy nectar. There was a taste of fermentation about Newberry's jism, as though it had come from the same vat as the whiskey he drank.

No sooner had Lotte lapped up the last of Newberry's milky brew than Paul said, "You better get on me fast, Miss Lotte. I'm bringin' in a gusher right now!"

She lunged for Paul's long penile tube too late. The first glob of sticky mucus splattered against her cheek. But she had her mouth over the nozzle by the time the second glob came spurting out. It took so long for the lubricant to make its way up his eleven inch shaft that there was a second or more between each gushing clot.

Lotte milked him dry with her hands, and when her tongue had flicked up the last watery drop of semen from his pee hole Norman handed her a glass of scotch and said, "Better take this chaser. All that masculine superiority you just drank is liable to go to your head. "

"Next time I vill leave all zee masculinity to you gentlemen. I am full up to here vit it." And she tapped her throat with her finger.

"What's the young fellow over there doing?" Norman asked, indicating Jung with a nod of the head.

"Look like he be writin' a book," Newberry said.

Lotte took a large swallow of the scotch and had to let her throat stop burning before replying. But at least the strong liquor killed the taste of jism in her mouth. She had never ingested it in such a quantity before, and didn't realize how acrid it was in large doses.

"Jung iss a psychology student at zee university," she said finally. "Perhaps you haf seen him, Herr Norman."

"There are twenty-seven thousand students on campus, my dear. Besides, I teach philosophy and not psychology. I am afraid your Jung is just part of the great unknown masses."

Lotte giggled. "He thinks ve are all crazy for enjoying sex. He has been trying to cure me for some time now. I am afraid he has not succeeded too good."

"Joining the madness is a strange way to affect a cure. Does he always strip down naked when treating you?"

"Always," Lotte said and everyone laughed.

"Do you think it would hurt his feelings if I asked to suck him off?" Norman asked.

"Zee only way to hurt his feelings is to take avay his notebook," Lotte said. "But leave him alone. He iss a gut boy. He vill join us vhen zee time is right."

"That sounds like you got somepin planned," Newberry said.

"Yeah," Paul chimed in. "What other parlor games have you got up your sleeve?"

Lotte looked down at her naked arms. "I haf no sleeve, mein Herr. I left zem in zee closet."

"So what's up your cunt then?" Paul amended. "You didn't just invite us here for the drinks and conversation. I know you better than that, Miss Lotte."

Lotte grinned slyly. "I haf a present for everyone. But that iss for later. Right now I am at your disposal. You may put anything up my cunt that you like."

"How bout eleven inches worth of cock?" Paul asked.

Lotte grinned and shrugged.

"And how about six good inches up your ass?" Norman suggested.

"'N hows about eight inches to chew on?" Newberry added.

"I am at your service," Lotte said. "Shall ve begin?"

"I've got a better idea," Paul said, his face beaming with his own ingenuity. "Why don't we play round robin? Everybody change positions after a few minutes?"

"Wonderful idea!" Norman agreed. "A very democratic proposition, my friend. That way no one is cheated."

"Don't talk politics," Newberry grumbled. "Jus' git on with it!"

Indeed, they were all eager to "git on with it." Paul got on the bottom. His prick was semi-flaccid by now, but that still left him with a good eight inches for Lotte to mount. She straddled his hips with her thighs and pressed her moist slit down over the head of slender dong.

"Now stick it in my ass," Lotte directed.

Norman was behind her on his knees. He reached between her thighs and wriggled his fingers inside her cunt, juicing them up with her vaginal lubricant. "I just want to slick down my cock so it will go in easier," he said, rubbing his prick with his slippery fingers. Finally he guided it to her brown ass hole, grabbed her hips with his hands and leaned into her buttocks, exerting a steady pressure with his pelvis. He felt the head of his prick force back the elastic sphincter and slip inside.

With Norman's dong securely imbedded in her ass, Lotte lowered herself down onto Paul's prick. She had to lean over his chest, supporting her weight on her hands. There was an incredible tightness in her crotch with the two cocks filling her twin holes, separated only by a thin tissue of muscle. She was anxious to begin the fucking and told Newberry: "Now my friend, put your big black cock in my mouth!"

"Riiiigh t on!" Newberry said, dropping to his knees and straddling Paul's neck. He held out his limp cock for Lotte, then released it when she got her mouth around it. She began to chew the soft meat of his black sausage and this signaled the others to begin. Paul arched his back and thrust his hips against Lotte's crotch, driving his narrow spike seven or eight inches into her wet quim. Then Norman started pumping his cock into her bowels.

Lotte felt her scalp prickle with heat and perspiration seemed to bead on her forehead as the two men pounded their nails into her excited body. It was exhilarating to feel both cocks hammering away at the thin membrane separating her bowels and vagina. She chewed on Newberry's cock with rapacious energy, feeling it stiffen and thicken in her mouth.

Using his own initiative, Newberry grabbed Lotte's flopping titties in his hands and began to massage them. He kneaded them with his strong fingers for a while, then pinched and twisted her nipples. She liked to play the game rough, so he knew she wouldn't mind.

"Say, buddy," Norman said between grunts as he thrust his hips against Lotte's cunt with a steady rhythm, "since you got your ass in my face anyway, how would you like to get it licked?"

"Long as you use your tongue 'n don't try it with you fists," the black man quipped.

"Just lower it a little bit so I can get to it."

Newberry lowered his black cheeks until he was almost sitting on Norman's mouth. Then he felt the white man's tongue begin to stroke the narrow slit between his large cheeks.