Monday-Sanchez' Day. The waves rose and fell gently. With her eyes closed Lotte imagined herself on the desk of a cabin cruiser in the middle of a quietly rolling sea. Except this was better. Instead of lying on a hard wooden deck she was floating on the soft waves themselves. Every inch of her naked flesh was caressed by the warm undulations, the endless ebb and flow of the waterbed's captive and personal tide.
The specially made waterbed-twelve feet in diameter and "passionate" purple in color-was Lotte's most persistent lover. It never tired of trying to satisfy her with its infinite variety of intimate touches. Wanting to change the direction of the tidal flow, she merely arched her back and pressed her heels into the cushion of water. Immediately she felt the caressing movement against her buttocks and the swell of the wave as it moved up her spine. By the time it reached her back it seemed enormous, lifting her head and shoulders high in the air. Even before it passed she could feel the second wave rocking her buttocks and rolling larger and larger toward her shoulder blades.
The waves continued endlessly, rocking her body, massaging her muscles, raising her high above the surface of the bed. At the crest of the waves she was almost in a sitting position and could dig her fingers even farther inside her cunt, clawing at the velvet walls and releasing the wonderful juices that Sanchez loved so much.
"Vunderbar!" Lotte cried in exaltation. "Oh, you vunderful vaterbed! I luf you!"
Minutes later, with the sea calm beneath her and the turbulent excitement of her body relaxing once more into its soft, delicate contours, Lotte languidly raised the lid of one eye and peeked at the wall clock. Ten minutes before six in the evening. Sanchez would be arriving for dinner in a few minutes. But there was no need to rouse herself from her comfortable position. Everything was prepared. Sanchez had been eating dinner with her on Mondays for some time now and she knew precisely how to satisfy his healthy Mexican appetite.
Learning to cook for Sanchez had been no easy task. In Germany where she grew up she had never tasted Mexican food. Being a provincial country girl, it had not occurred to her that people in other countries ate anything except the same kraut and weiners and salted pork that made up her daily menu.
Fortunately, she was not destined to remain provincial. She was only seventeen when a handsome tourist coaxed her down onto one of her father's haystacks and broke her virginal bond with German provincialism. She would always remember that moment as the most glorious of her life. When he gently spread her thighs apart, it was as though he opened the world for her. The gift of his throbbing cock inside her innocent body was the gift of life itself.
Not until after they were married did Lotte realize that the handsome American tourist was also rich. They toured Europe for almost a year before Edward brought her home to New York, and by then she was no longer an innocent young country girl. She had dined with royalty, slept in the finest hotels of the world, learned to drape her body with the most exquisite fashions. She had experienced the ways of physical love that few women ever dare. Edward had taught her to be a lady in public-and a woman in bed.
Since she had never given her body to any man but her husband, perhaps she did not realize how truly remarkable his sexual perfection was. Not then, anyway. She knew only that every moment touching his body was a moment spent in heaven. She loved him as she could love no other man.
Nine years after they were married, Edward was killed in an airliner crash in Italy. For many months it seemed to Lotte that she could not survive his death. Indeed, she did not want to. She made two attempts at suicide, but each was thwarted by an unexpected circumstance.
Her first attempt was with a razor blade. She had waited until the maid's night off, when she could be alone in the apartment. As fate worked, however, Ilse, the maid, returned to get an advance on her next week's check so she could buy a few Christmas presents before the seasonal rush. She found Lotte sitting in the bath tub, her head resting back against the ceramic tile, eyes closed, a dreamy smile on her lips. The water was quickly coloring scarlet as life drained from her body and the cold mortality drew her closer to her desired rendezvous with Edward.
Lotte's second attempt at suicide was the most miraculous, however. It changed her life almost as much as that moment years before in her father's haystack, when Edward brought a young girl to life. Now brought to life a second time, Lotte was never to learn exactly what happened, so she preferred to think of it as a miracle. For all anyone knew, the incident may have occurred just as she believed.
This time she closed the door of her garage, rolled down all of her car's windows, and started the engine. The exhaust fumes had a wonderful, soothing aroma as she inhaled them into her lungs, and before long she was drowsing peacefully on the verge of Edward's heaven. From somewhere in her mind's foggy world she heard a voice whisper quietly, "No, my darling. This is not my wish. I will meet you again in the future, when God's will brings us together forever. But this is not the time. I wish you to live. Enjoy life as we enjoyed it together. I will be watching always, experiencing what you experience. So live, my darling Lotte-for me as well as yourself!
And with that she felt herself being cradled in a gentle pair of arms, lifted from the car-then she gulped the fresh air, felt the flush of a breeze, the heat of the sun against her cheek. Once more she had been snatched back from the jaws of death.
Whether the voice was dreamy fantasy and some stranger (or perhaps servant) actually lifted her from the car, perhaps she will never know. In her own mind, it was actually Edward's arms that lifted her from the car and brought her to life for a second time.
Although she had slept in many beds since that fateful day, experienced the variety of sexual gratifications with many men, none could approach the perfection of her love with Edward. Finally she learned to stop seeking such perfection in a single man. She discovered that most men excel at a certain aspect of sexual endeavor and could be enjoyed for that one thing alone. And on this basis she had finally achieved the ultimate in sexual gratification that most women never know.
Today was Monday, Sanchez' day to share her delights. She had cooked him the finest Mexican dinner he would ever eat. As her fingers stroked her wet pussy her desires were aroused to a fever pitch by the knowledge that soon, any moment now, she would be able to serve Sanchez his delicious morsels.
Indeed, she had a joyous surprise for him this evening. Something she had never served him before. Her ditty tingled as she thought of his excitement, knowing as she did how much he loved this particular entree. Oh, Sanchez would love her tonight as he had never loved her before. Eating was his specialty, and he did it better than anyone else in the world!
"Come, my lovely Sanchez," she whispered breathlessly. "Come for your delicious meal!"
"Ah, such exquisite German wine! I have never tasted it so fruity, so full bodied, my bonito Corazon."
"I haf special preparations," Lotte told him, gently stroking his balls. Then she laughed. "But who drinks German vine vit a Mexican dinner, my darling? You should haf Tequila instead!"
"We have invented a new delicacy, my pet," Sanchez told her, then proceeded to lick her wet hairs with his tongue. Her body-wine bubbled from her slit as though from a subterranean well. After a moment he pressed his lips over the foaming chasm and gorged himself on the succulent juices, swishing them around inside his mouth and drowning his taste buds in the joyous flavor of Lotte's German wine.
Sanchez usually dined with his legs straddling Lotte's neck, his cock and scrotum dangling just above her face. This was a comfortable position and allowed both of them to dine simultaneously. The serving tray was on the floor beside them, within easy reach.
While Sanchez sucked the juices that continued to bubble from her cunt, Lotte pulled back the flabby foreskin from his uncircumcised prick and began to lick it. She liked the inside of the fleshy sheath. She enjoyed the musky smell and the sweaty, salty taste. When they first started dining together she had told Sanchez not to shower for at least twenty-four hours before dinner time, otherwise he would wash all the flavor out of her meal. Sometimes she thought he went for two or three days without showering, but she never complained. Although a bit spicy, the meal always tasted wonderful.
While she lathered his penis with a glistening coat of saliva, she could feel Sanchez' serpentine tongue slither in and out of her wet vagina. It always amazed her that he could insert it so deep. But his tongue was long and narrow and very strong from a lifetime of trilling r's, which Mexicans do all of the time when they speak Spanish-an art which English speaking peoples do not possess-and he could use it like the blade of a knife. Sometimes after eating chili peppers his tongue would slice into her venereal slit as though it had just been lifted from a bed of burning coals.
"I vant some delicious guacamole," Lotte said. She scooped up a large helping of the green dip with a tortilla chip and ladled it onto Sanchez' cock, smearing it allover the shaft and head. Then she slid the triangular chip inside his anus, leaving only its base sticking out.
"The re-fried beans seem very hot," Sanchez said, lifting the lid from the pot and watching the steam rise.
"They cannot be hotter than my pussy," Lotte told him with a laugh. "And if they are, my Rhineskeller vill cool them off. No?"
"Absolutamente!" Sanchez agreed.
While holding open the mouth of Lotte's cunt with his fingers, Sanchez poured a large serving of the beans into her orifice. Lotte moaned and her pelvis squirmed with burning delight.
"Ach! It is hot," she gasped. "I luf it! It feels so vunderful, my lufly Sanchez!"
Her womb seemed aflame. The beans were not really hot, just pleasantly warm. But to feel that warmth in the pit of her body was a sensation akin to ecstasy.
"And now the rice," her gourment lover continued. The outside of her cunt and the thick growth of pubic hair were already covered with mushy, re-fried pinto beans, and into this brew he stirred the hot rice, mixing all of it up together-beans, rice, hair, body-wine.
"Such a delicacy!" Sanchez said. "I can wait no longer. We must turn over now!"
They rolled over gingerly, not wanting to spill the cuntal bowl of beans and rice, until Lotte's engorged quim was straddling Sanchez' face. He gripped her buttocks with his hands and forced her bloated pussy down to his anxious mouth. Suddenly Lotte felt his gnashing teeth inside her bush, nibbling at the mushy labial folds of her cunt.
Dining with Sanchez was always a sensual delight. Her clitty was already beginning to swell, become sensitized. Sometimes his teeth clamped down on it as he gnawed her, not hard, but hard enough, and a current of electricity shot through her body. Usually she climaxed two or three times during such a meal and she could feel the first orgasm coming on now. The hot sensation was spreading through her blood, bones, flesh, hair, growing stronger and hotter. Her pelvis writhed against Sanchez' face. She gnawed on his penis, lapping the guacamole into her mouth and smearing her face with it as the arrows of her climax pierced the excited flesh of her body. She could feel the rhythmic contractions of her vagina forcing the beans downward and out of the gasping mouth of her cunt, into Sanchez' waiting mouth.
"Eat me!" Lotte gasped. "Eat me, Her Sanchez!"
Her vaginal muscles continued to pump the beans into his mouth while she sucked the guacamole from his prick. She devoured the entire length of his shaft. His rigid prong whacked against the walls of her throat. His six inch erection was just the right size for a good blow job. She could make him shoot his wad in sixty seconds if she wanted. But it was too soon for dessert. She would save his cream pudding for later.
She took the throbbing cock out of her mouth and began to lick his scrotum. From the smell of his crotch and the salty flavor of his genital luggage, she guessed he had not showered for two days or more. She became slightly dizzy from the musky atmosphere of his nut pouch and had to close her eyes to stop the room from spinning. This vertiginous sensation lasted for only a moment, however, and soon she had the entire sack in her mouth, sucking first one ball and then the other.
"Caramba! La comida es… kaput!" Sanchez cried, spicing his Spanish lament with a touch of Lotte's native vernacular. "The dinner is gone and I am still hungry, my pet!"
Lotte pulled her head away from his crotch and came up for a breath of fresh air.
"You are always hungry, Sanchez. You vill no doubt die at the dinner table some day. And I vill be accused of poisoning you!"
"Never fear, my lovely fraulein. No jury would ever convict you. For your defense you would only need to serve them one of your extraordinary meals and-case dismissed!"
"Da. But the best part of your meal is still to come. Look at the surprise I haf prepared for you!"
She lifted the cover from the main serving dish and let him see her masterpiece of Mexican cuisine.
Sanchez' face beamed with pleasure. "Chili relleno!" he cried. "Caramba! I thought you did not know how to fix them!"
"I haf been practicing," Lotte said, delighted to see him so happy. "I am sure you villlike it. And notice how big it is." The green pepper was large indeed. Perhaps seven or eight inches long, its shaft slightly curved and pointed at the end. She had stuffed the inside with enough beef and cheese to make it as thick as the original pepper had been-perhaps two and a half inches at its largest diameter.
"Hesitate no longer," Lotte said. "I cannot vait to haf you eat it!"
"I cannot wait myself," Sanchez said, kissing Lotte on the cheek.
The delighted Mexican took the stiffly-crusted chili relleno into his hands. It was still very warm, but not sizzling hot. Perhaps Lotte will heat it up, he thought. He felt a child-like, almost malicious glee at the thought of inserting the cock-shaped, thickly stuffed hot pepper inside her venereal oven.
Lotte was just as eager for the meal to begin. Her legs were splayed invitingly, her body shivered with anticipation. She dug her fingers into the mouth of her cunt and pulled it open, stretching it wide-so wide that Sanchez could almost have inserted his fist. Her body juices still roiled up from the depths of her vaginal spring, gushing out like sea spray. She could almost force the white foam out at will, just from the contraction of her venereal muscles.
"Hurry, Sanchez! I am going to come!"
Sanchez inserted the shaft of food inside Lotte's gasping pussy. Its walls were so slick with her own secretions that the chili relleno slid down her cuntal throat with ease.
"Fuck me, mein Herr! Fuck me before you eat me!"
Holding the stem of the chili relleno between his fingers, Sanchez fucked her with the hot pepper. He pumped it up and down inside her oozing slit, slowly at first, but picking up speed as Lotte's pelvis convolutions increased.
Lotte held back her climax as long as possible, trying to keep her muscles relaxed as the shaft of food moved smoothly, teasingly along the soft lining of her cunt. She did not want to crush the chili relleno yet. She wanted to savor the full delight of its spicey presence inside her quim. Then at the ripe moment she would devour her lover in a single burst of coital ecstasy.
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.