Lotte S - Memoirs

"How do you make this fuckin' thing stop," Newberry's deep voice rasped. He was on his hands and knees, trying to retain his balance as the quick waves of the enormous waterbed slapped at him and pushed his heavy bulk from side to side as though it was weightless.

Lotte laughed. "You are not so big and powerful against this tiny ocean!"

"Don't laugh at me, you white cunt!" He swung at her face with a closed fist. It was a desperate, frightened, stupid move. A huge wave slapped his hip and sent him rolling off the waterbed. He thudded to the floor on his back and lay there a moment, stunned.

Lotte continued to laugh, disdainful of the violence her laughter was kindling inside the dangerous black man. But she did not fear him any longer. She was confident that she could capture, cage and tame the animal in him with the voluptuous sensuality of her cunt, ass, mouth, tits. Not that she wanted to transform him into a house pet. To the contrary, his violence excited her and she wanted to retain it. But she would have to tame it, make it manageable, so she could use it to her sexual advantage.

"I think the waterbed has scored a knockout," she said, mocking the angry giant with words and laughter both.

Newberry came up off the floor in a fighting rage. His eyes were aflame with humiliation. "I'll break you in half, you fuckin' cunt. Nobody laughs at Newberry!"

Lotte inserted her fingers inside her pussy and pulled open the succulent mouth for him. Driving her heels into the waterbed and arching her back, so that the weight of her body was resting on her shoulder blades, she lifted her hips and thrust her pelvis at Newberry, inviting him to enter the rapturous portals of her anxious cunt.

"Ram your anger inside my pussy!" Lotte begged. "Fuck me vit all the rage in your whole body! Tear me apart vit your big powerful prick!"

"I'll rip you right down the middle!" Newberry growled. He fell on her with his tremendous weight and pushed her deep inside the waterbed. Lotte felt her ass bang against the floor. For a long time she could not breathe. The waterbed surrounded her on three sides while Newberry's heavy bulk smothered her from the top. Panic spread through her body in giddy waves as she felt herself drowning amidst the flesh and rubber of her private ocean.

Finally the weight of Newberry's chest was lifted and Lotte floated upward from her watery grave. She gasped as the fresh air filled her lungs, then gasped again, even harder this time, as she felt the black man's large prick fill her cunt. He rammed it all the way in with a single thrust. The fleshy battering ram thudded against the door of her womb, sending tremors of earthquake ferocity spreading throughout her entire body. Even her teeth chattered with the force of his angry thrust.

She felt the lumbering penile trunk slide back from her womb and toward the grasping mouth of her pussy. The muscular walls of her cunt tried to crush the intruder within their oval vice, but to little avail. As she felt the heavy genital log begin to slide forward through her vaginal tunnel once more, gaining speed along its unstoppable course toward her womb, she shut her eyes tightly and clamped her teeth together in an involuntary reflex against the impending collision. Every muscle in her body was tight as a rock. Only the tender, flexible wall of her womb was left vulnerable to the driving onslaught of his powerful prick.

"Aaaarrrggg Lotte groaned as the bullet-nosed projectile slammed into the elastic membrane at the far interior of her cunt, stretching it until she thought it would snap. Newberry's enormous weapon not only penetrated her deeply, its meaty and muscular thickness filled her vaginal throat completely. She was gorged on chocolate prick. Only during birth when the pelvic bones spread to accommodate the new-born child's head would she be able to contain a greater fullness inside her venereal cavity.

Each angry thrust of Newberry's cock sent giant tremors quaking through the nerve-end faults of Lotte's body, all of them converging at the nexus of her Clint. Every assault against the quick-fevered membrane at the back of her pussy thrilled her with an instant climax. Bang Bang Bang Bang! She shot off time after time as the enraged Negro pumped his bullets into the chamber. Lotte had never before experienced such rapid-fire orgasms.

"Ah'll… teach you… to laugh at… Newberry," the Negro said with panting breath. Sweat was pouring down his face and dripping onto Lotte's neck and breasts. His entire body glistened with perspiration. His energy seemed to expire a little each time he plunged his pelvis against Lotte's crotch. He was like Joe Frazier after fourteen rounds against Muhammad Ali. Any moment he might collapse into exhaustion.

"Your big prick is such a beautiful vunderstick," Lotte told him admiringly. She softly stroked his cheek with the light touch of her fingers as the fires dwindled inside her own body. "I vant you to kiss me," she told him. "I vant to drink the salty sweat from your lips."

Clasping her hands at the back of his head she gently pulled his face down to her lips. She licked his eyebrows, the ridge of his eye sockets and lashes, the flared nostrils. She licked the acrid-sweet perspiration from his cheeks, then reamed his lips with the tip of her tongue. She slipped the outstretched tongue between his teeth and felt Newberry's mouth cover her own as he forced her head back against the waterbed.

Lotte and the black man delved into each other's mouths with their tongues, arm wrestling each other with their oral appendages. His aggressiveness was exhilarating. Lotte encouraged him to fuck her with his muscular tentacle. When she felt saliva trickle down her throat she acquired an instant craving for it. Her mouth became a vacuum, sucking the luscious liquid from his mouth into her own, swishing it around between her lips and gums before swallowing it, as though it were Listerine.

Newberry's oral secretion was like an aphrodesiac to Lotte's cunt. Her throat was a direct pipeline to the fires beginning to re-kindle between her thighs, and the black man's saliva was fuel for the flames. Her vagina responded to the heat with involuntary contractions, sending messages through her entire body telling her it was ready for action again.

If drinking his spit turns me on like this, Lotte thought with voluptuous excitement, maybe I should eat his shit. That would REALLY turn up zee boilers in my cunt!

Her hips writhed with anticipation Newberry's bulky weight. This kind of beneath raunchy behavior was just one of Lotte's many carnal appetites. She enjoyed a variety, just as she enjoyed various kinds of food. One day she might want Mexican, the next day Chinese, Italian or German. So with her sexual hunger. Sometimes she craved ass-holing, sometimes cock-sucking. Other times she enjoyed straight cuntal fucking or vibrator massaging. A whole world of sexual excitement awaited the person who dared to experiment-and Lotte dared anything, with anybody.

"Oowww!" she groaned. Newberry: had accidentally or otherwise-bitten her lip and a trickle of blood oozed down the corner of her mouth. She licked it with her tongue and was surprised by the succulent taste. She had tasted her blood before, of course, but not under such erotic circumstances. Her tongue flicked out and licked up another trickle. She liked it better than come. There was a dangerous excitement about someone biting her. About drinking her own blood. She wanted Newberry to do it again. Even the pain was erotic. The thought of eating shit was nothing compared to this new experience that gripped her imagination.

Despite her many appetites, Lotte had never truly felt the desire for masochistic orgasm.

Perhaps no one had sufficiently aroused this appetite in her. But now she desired it with every tingling nerve in her body. The danger of violent sex with Newberry was what aroused her-the cuntal excitement of walking the tightrope between libidinous pain and harmful injury.