Lotte S: Memoirs

"I will return to the kitchen and finish preparing supper," Sanchez said. He kissed Ilse on the cheek and left the room.

"Relax, my beauty!" Lotte said, going over to the maid and taking her warm, trembling hand. "We are all friends here. These men haf been my lovers for many veeks, as you know. In a moment they vill be your lovers too. You vill be as fond uf them as I am, Ilse!"

"I must say!" Norman responded. "You certainly have a taste for gifts, Miss Lotte!"

This was the first time he had called her "Miss" Lotte, apparently having picked up the appellative from Paul. It flattered her and she hoped the men would continue using it.

"Zee gift iss double," she told them. "You are also my gift to Ilse. She iss-Iet us say-a semicvirgin, having given herself only to one male lover. It was someone she luffed very much. But he iss gone and now she vishes to share her beauty vit others. Whom shall ve let un ress you, my dear?"

Ilse bit her lower lip as she gazed around at the eager faces. All of them were anxious merely to touch her fleshy beauty, not to mention ravish it. The desires showed so obviously in their expressions that they frightened Ilse and she told her mistress: "Perhaps you could do it yourself, madam."

Lotte laughed. "Of course, my beauty. It vill be my pleasure to unveil your magnificent body for my gutt friends!"

She slipped her hands under the maid's silky golden threads and spread the hair back over her shoulders so that all of it now hung down her back. This left her breasts more voluptuously visible beneath the gossamer material of her nightgown. She kissed Ilse on the cheek to reassure and calm her, then unloosened the sash around the waist of her gown. Four sets of eyes were fixed on the slow, deliberate movement of Lotte's hands as she pulled one of the shoulders of the loose gown down below Ilse's left breast, exposing its naked flesh to everyone's view.

"Now to whom do ve make a gift of this magnificent tiny?" Lotte asked, looking the men over. lung was so nervous with excitement that she could not help but give him the first touch of Ilse's body.

"Come, Her: lung. You may haf this gift. Come and caress Ilse's lufly titty vit your mouth!"

The young student's steps toward the gilt offering were tentative, as though he was fighting the instinct to run. But her beauty drew him slowly, steadily, like a magnet. His forehead was beaded with perspiration as he lowered his parched lips to Ilse's ruby nipple. Her body was bathed in such exotic perfume that its fragrance made him dizzy. He caressed her stiff nipple with his dry tongue, feeling it scrape against her sensitive flesh and send an icy shiver through her tense body.

Jung put his hands around the warm coppery breast and began to suckle the nipple, finally drawing the saliva from their glands with his oral suction and waxing lise's fleshy jewel with it. He sucked and chewed her erected nipple with increasing voraciousness, tasting the sumptuous perfume she had bathed in as it intermingled with his saliva-inhaling the juicy bouquet into his throat with the same effect as a pinch of cocaine.

Lotte pulled the gown down around Ilse's waist, exposing the twin of her voluptuous be-jeweled coppery breast. "And to whom shall ve gif this lufly titty?" she asked.

"I ain't partikler or greedy," Newberry said. "Paul here can have it!"

The men laughed. They knew Ilse could only be divided into two more parts, and each was voluptuously attractive. They could afford to be generous. And besides, it was exciting for the men to watch each other make love to the beautiful flesh goddess, envisioning themselves in their place and knowing that soon they would be. It titillated their desire to a fever pitch.

Paul laved Ilse's breast with saliva. He licked the entire bulbous mound until it glistened with his slick mucus. Then he began to chew on it with his teeth. He did not bite into her flesh hard enough to leave a mark-that would have been sacrilegious at this stage of the devotional-just hard enough to satisfy his carnal lust for the flesh idol. He saved her ruby nipple for last, feeling a spasm of excitement shoot through his nerves as Ilse responded to his chafing by pressing her breast harder against his mouth. He scraped his teeth along the full inch length of her blood-flushed digit, giving it a twist at the end that Ilse could feel all the way down to her excited pussy.

The maid stood with her legs spread, head lolling from side to side, her eyes closed and a dreamy smile playing about her lips as the two men continued to suckle her breasts. Meanwhile, Lotte pulled her gown the rest of the way down her body and let it drop in a pile around her feet.

"Now you may haf your pick," she told the two remaining men. She knew there would be no quarrel, since Norman preferred asses over any other part of the body and Newberry would rather eat Ilse's pussy.

Indeed, they took their respective places just as Lotte knew they would, and in a moment four mouths were sucking at the maid's luscious body like voracious leeches. Newberry went after the throat of her cunt with no preliminaries, no niceties of foreplay. He dropped to his knees, pressed his mouth to her slit and began to devour it with teeth and lips and tongue. Norman, on the other hand, took a slow and sensual approach to Ilse's ass, first licking every inch of her creamy-smooth buttocks and then butterfly flicking her perfumed crack as he kneaded her soft cheeks with his hands.

Lotte allowed the four men and their flesh goddess a few minutes more of their sensual delight before calling the initiation rites to a temporary conclusion. She knew Ilse was tired of standing, and no amount of erotic suckling would prevent her from collapsing with fatigue.

Finally she said, "Enough. Zee poor girl iss tired of standing. Let us finish on zee vaterbed!"

The men led Ilse into the bedroom, chatting casual conversation with her along the way:

– You are extraordinarily beautiful, my dear. Where has Miss Lotte been hiding you away?

– That is definately the best tastin' pussy I ever did sink my mouf into!

– You wouldn't want to go to the basketball game tomorrow night, would you? Get a chance to see the All-Star center in action?

– I am so flattered. You are just as nice as my mistress said.

– Beauty always tames the savage beast, my dear. You see before you a quartet of drooling, idolatrous pussycats.

When she was lying on the bed, legs splayed and the mouth of her golden cunt smeared with white foam, her ample mounds of breast rising and falling in quick succession from her excited breathing as she awaited the next act of her initiation ceremony, Lotte asked her, "Now what vould you like, my pet? Zee gentlemen vill do anything you desire? "

"I vant them to eat my pussy," Ilse said with a bashful smile, not even pausing to think. "And I will suck their cocks at the same time."

Lotte laughed. "The wounds uf your lost love are healing very quickly, my beauty!"

Paul was the first to get between her legs. He pressed her thighs up against her breasts and buried his mouth in her juicy slit. He lapped the white foam into his mouth and reamed her cunt with his tongue, sliding it along the inner walls of her vulva as far as it would reach.

While he was doing this, Newberry straddled her neck and dangled his scrotum above her mouth. She reached out with her pink tongue and tentatively licked it, unsure of what taste to expect from the Negro's tight black sack. When she discovered that it tasted no different than white flesh she began to stroke it more voluptuously. She laved it with her saliva and tried to get her mouth around it, but it was too large. She had to settle for sucking one ball at a time.

Finally Newberry scooted farther down so she could reach his cock with her mouth. She stroked the shaft with her tongue for a moment, then took his fleshy chocolate knob between her lips and began to massage it. She was acutely aware of Paul's mouth delving around in her cunt as she sucked Newberry off. His tongue was like a Fourth of July sparkler. Its flashes of heat lit up every nerve in her body. Each time her venereal muscles contracted she grasped Newberry's prick even tighter with her oral vice.