Lotte S: Memoirs

Lotte thought the inferno inside her cuntal oven would consume her entire body. Finally she could restrain her orgasm no longer. The muscles of her inflamed snatch twitched uncontrollably. Any moment now they would tighten their fleshy jaws around the stuffed pepper and chew it into pulp.

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

Quickly straddling her, Sanchez pressed his open mouth against the gasping mouth of her cunt. He could feel the convolutions building inside venereal boiler. Soon it would erupt like a volcano. His mind reeled, his body trembled with the anticipation.

"I am coming, Sanchez!" Lotte cried. "Can you feel it? Enjoy your meal, mein Herr!"

"Si!" Sanchez cried. 'Si!"

Then her cunt erupted. The meaty and cheesy interior of the chili relleno exploded from the gaping vaginal orifice like molten lava. Sanchez swallowed in quick gulps, feeling the mushy food slither down his throat as it flowed from the inside of Lotte's bloated quim.

Her orgasm seemed to last forever. Her venereal muscles kept chewing the food and spitting it into her lover's mouth. The incessant grinding sensation inside her cunt prolonged the climax indefinitely. She felt as though it could go on forever.

While Sanchez dined at her crotch, Lotte suckled her nourishment from his genital teat. His cock would be sore for days from the gnashing her teeth gave it. Now was the time for her cream pudding. She could feel the hot jism spurting up his penile pipeline. In a moment it came splashing in thick wads against the roof of her mouth. It gushed out faster than she could swallow. She felt it overflow her mouth and pour down her chin, her throat. She scooped it up with her hands and buttered a warm tortilla with it.

Ach! This Mexican food, Lotte told herself. I vill stuff myself and an hour later be hungry all over again!

The dinner was a gourmand's delight. Lotte and Sanchez were satiated when the well stopped pumping its cream desert and the volcano ceased erupting its flow of chili lava. They settled into the calming wake of their emotional and physical climax. To nap after partaking a hearty meal was always a compliment.

Noticing the tortilla chip still inside Sanchez' ass, Lotte exerted her remaining energy to lift her head and take the soggy chip between her teeth. With a flick of the tongue it was sliding down her throat. She released a prolonged murmur of contentment as Sanchez snored away, his head resting on the soft indented slope of her pelvis.

Soon Lotte herself was drowsing. In her bosom she could feel her darling Edward resting, contented and peaceful as though he too had dined well this evening.

Tuesday-Paul's day. The portable, hand held vacuum made a soft humming sound as Lotte caressed her breast with the suction end of the hose. Only when she pulled it away from her skin and the hose sucked up air did its noise increase to a loud squeal. She hated loud noises and kept the mouth of the hose pressed to her body as much as possible. If she had to remove it, usually she turned the machine off first.

The suction of the vacuum was more satisfying than an electric massager. She loved the way it pulled at her skin. She would lounge on the waterbed for an hour or more sometimes, running the hose over every part of her tingling flesh.

Various attachments came with the vacuum that could be used for different parts of the body. For her breasts, however, just the bare oval end of the hose was best. She loved to press it hard over her nipple and areole. Press it until the sharp, metal edge of the hose would hurt as it dug into the meat of her breast. Then she would twist the hose-two, sometimes three complete turns-savoring the pain as it bit into her flesh and the suction pulled at her nipple, causing it to grow and stretch toward the whirling heart of the machine.

After pulling the hose away, her nipple would be thick and purple with throbbing blood. Sometimes it would protrude an inch from its areole, standing up hard and erect like a tiny penis. Then she would take the breast in both her hands, squeeze it hard and pull it upward to meet her flicking tongue. She would caress the areole, the rigid nipple, feeling the tingling sensation shoot all the way down to her navel. Then she would put the nipple between her front teeth and scrape its sides with an up-and-down motion, masturbating the small ruby digit. Her loins would become hot, her breathing harder. When finally she began to chew on the nipple she could feel the hot waves ripple through her entire body, culminating in the moist hollow between her thighs.

"Such treatment for my poor titty!" she might gasp breathlessly when it was over. Then she would press the vacuum hose to her other breast with delirious excitement and begin the process allover.

Paul would be arriving in a few minutes, so there was no time for the lengthy nipple treatment today-even though it was her favorite form of vacuum-massage. She would save it for tomorrow, and begin earlier, so she would have plenty of time to enjoy herself before Newberry's arrival.

This time she chose the brush from her collection of attachments. The hundreds of thin, plastic bristles were hard but flexible and gave her a rugged, intense clitoral massage. She rubbed the brush through her pubic hairs in a slow, leisurely circular motion at first. There was a twin pleasure derived from the suction of the vacuum and the bristly massage of the brush. Soon her thick patch of hair was wet and matted down from the lubricant that oozed from the mouth of her cunt.

Lotte rubbed the brush over her sensitized ditty, increasing the rhythmic strokes as she felt the needle-like pricks of approaching orgasm build inside her throbbing pleasure center. She climaxed wildly, lifting her hips off the waterbed and arching her back, digging her heels into the cushion of water and supporting her weight on the blades of her shoulders. The undulating waves from inside the waterbed grew turbulent and slapped at her buttocks, heightening the intensity of her orgasm.

It was a good climax, but she wanted more. There were still a few minutes before Paul was due to arrive-enough to get off one more time. But how? She went through her collection of attachments. One that always did a good job on her was long and slender, ordinarily used to vacuum in corners. Usually she liked to use it in her rectum. It was about seven inches long, an inch and a half wide, and a quarter-inch thick. And it would slide in and out of her ass easily-stretching the sphincter just enough to arouse her without hurting her.

But she decided not to use it in her ass this time. There was already a three inch plug in her rectum that she had placed there before going to bed last night, in preparation for Paul's visit today… She would rather leave the assholing to his expertise and concentrate on her already excited pussy.

She inserted the slender instrument an inch or so inside the lips of her vagina and turned on the machine. The vacuum sucked at the walls of her cunt as she forced it deeper inside. Soon the entire seven inch length of the attachment was buried inside her sensitive cavity, searching out her womb. She wiggled it around inside, feeling its sucking power draw the flesh of her inner body into its narrow slit of a mouth.

Lotte took the hose in both of her hands and gradually eased its oval mouth between the twin lip sentries and into the contracting throat of her gasping cunt. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on the intruder, trying to crush it as the thin plastic attachment found the lining of her womb and begged for admittance. Lotte knew from experience, however, that she could not let the vacuum run inside her for long because it sucked up her juices and dried her out. Complications might arise that would force her to seek a doctor for treatment.