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.
Despite the enormous pleasure she was receiving from the vacuum, she turned it off and withdrew the hose and its attachment from her body. Then she took the hose off the vacuum, pressed the mouth of the machine against the mouth of her parched cunt, and turned it back on. She rubbed her pussy with the mechanical lover until she achieved a quick orgasm, then turned it off and laid it aside.
So much for the vacuum. Now it was Paul's turn. When she rubbed her fingers over her snatch it felt dry and withered, as always after the machine had sucked her. Put Paul would set the juices to flowing again. He could stick his wonderful cock in her ass and tickle her womb with it. She never failed to come from one of his ass fucks. Soon her cunt would be drooling her juices allover the waterbed.
Paul was twenty-seven years old and one of the star centers in the American Basketball Association. He was tall-almost seven feet-with a thin, lanky body. He looked awkward, perhaps, and seemed all bone. But his arm and leg muscles were sinewy and strong.
Although not much for a girl to look at-even with his rather boyish face, which' could be very charming at times-he possessed one piece of athletic equipment that sent women to climbing walls in ecstasy. His fabulous, incredible dong.
Lotte was at an orgy when she first met him. Half a dozen couples were involved in this group sexual "encounter," and several of them were quite handsome. All of them were expert partners in the art-or sport, as Paul preferred to call it-of giving sex. But Paul, because of his extraordinary equipment and his mastery of its use, had caught Lotte's imagination.
Even when his prick was flaccid and hanging loose it measured almost six inches. Since it was no more than an inch in diameter, it seemed the oddest shaped cock that Lotte had ever seen. Its oddity increased, however, as it became erect, because it stretched out to a length of eleven amazing inches-without ever growing in thickness!
The other women at the party were just as fascinated as Lotte by this unique organ. They crowded around to examine the incredible instrument. To touch it, massage it, suckle its masculine nipple. It wasn't necessary to get on their knees to give Paul a blow job. After all, he was seven feet tall and his cock stood eleven amazing inches straight up from his crotch. The shorter women had to stand on tiptoe and pull it down to their mouths!
As the ladies gathered around Paul, clamoring for a chance to get at his Wonderstick, the other men in the group slunk away to the liquor cabinet to salve their egos with libation. Poor Paul was left to himself with this ravenous horde of females who buzzed around his prick like bees around a hive.
Sucking this fantastic dong was not enough. Each female wanted a mouthful of honey from his stinger. Every time he shot his wad a dozen hands laid hold of his suddenly famous cock and jerked it back to life. "I ain't never made this many shots even on a basketball court," Paul said somewhat breathlessly.
It was almost three hours before the women sucked and fucked themselves out, giving Lotte her chance with Paul. (Not that she had been idle all of this time, since she had been left to herself with five healthy and handsome males, all of whom were anxious to re-assert their manhood. They did so on Lotte with relish and vengeance. Using her, perhaps, to get even with the ladies who had abandoned them!) But Paul was too exhausted for any further athletic efforts. Lotte had no desire to be fucked by him anyway, and the thought of sucking his slender eleven inch tube did not interest her either.
"Come vit me to my apartment tonight," she told him as the party was breaking up. "I vant you to put your vunder stick in my ass. All uff it, darling! "
"First ve oil you down," Lotte said. She poured a small amount of the lotion into her hand and rubbed her palms together.
"Smells mighty good," Paul said, sniffing. "What is it?"
"Oil for bathing. It viII make you good and slippery and make me smell as sweet in the ass, as I am everywhere else!"
"Hell, Lotty, you got the sweetest ass I know. It tastes pretty damn good, too!"
Lotte massaged the six inches of flaccid dream cock with her oily hands. Immediately it began to stiffen and elongate.
"Vatch it grow!" she cried with delight. "Jus like magic it becomes gigantic!"
She tightened her hands around the shaft of his prick while the skinny root grew higher and higher, reaching for the ceiling. As she said, it was like magic. More precisely, it was like watching a sapling grow through the camera technique of time-lapse photography. In about thirty seconds it stood eleven inches tall, from its pelvic base to the tip of its rosy pink head.
"Timber!" Lotte said. She released her hand grip and let the rigid cock thud against his chest with a spring-like snap.
"I vant to do it again," she cried, her face beaming with childish pleasure. She grabbed the stiff prick around the neck and pulled it back, as though pulling down a lever. She had it down almost between his legs when he protested: "Hey, that hurts. You're going to pull the branch right off the tree, little lady!"
"I am so sorry, darling. I vill kiss it and make it vell."
She gave him a quick kiss on the pee hole, then could not resist the temptation and put the head in her mouth. She licked its oily, bitter surface with her tongue, chewed on it, sucked it, and all the while she continued to massage the shaft with her hands, one above the other, as though churning butter. With eleven inches to play around with, there was room for three or four hands to grip his prick, and still plenty of room left over for a couple of frolicking tongues. Lotte thought of asking Ilse to join the fun, but she had probably gone out to a movie.
After a while Paul said, "Why don't you rub some of that bath oil on my balls. I think I'll put the whole thing up your ass tonight, sweetie-pie. Sack and all!"
"Ach! If you only could," Lotte told him excitedly. "It vould be unique, vould it not?"
She poured more of the lavishly aromatic oil into her palm and massaged his scrotum with it.
"Turn over and I vill make your ass smell good also."
"Sounds like a winner," Paul said, flopping his seven feet of boney torso onto its stomach and setting up a series of tidal waves inside the waterbed that almost knocked Lotte onto the floor.
"It is like being in the ocean, this vaterbed!"
"Sometimes it makes me positively sea sick," Paul said.
His ass was hairless. Lotte did not like asses with hair growing all over them, so she was very fond of Paul's.
"I vant to lick your beautiful ass before I oil it," she told him. "The oil smells vunderful, but it does not taste good in the mouth, mein Herr."
"If the team could only see me now," Paul said with a long sigh of contentment as Lotte held his cheeks apart with her hands and inserted her tongue into the narrow slit. She reamed him for several minutes, trying desperately to slip her oral prong inside his bung hole the way Sanchez could do. But she lacked Sanchez' talent for such things. She could wriggle the tip inside, but that was as far as it went. Next week, she thought, I vill haf him put in a plug the night before. Then perhaps I vill be able to stick my tongue in all the way and lick the inside of his ass.
Finally she rubbed the oil into his buttocks and inserted her finger up his bung hole. She pumped it up and down inside him as fast as she could.
"You sure know how to make a guy feel good," Paul complimented her.
When the ministrations finally were ended, Lotte told him jubilantly: "Now to take the plug out of my ass, please!"
Because of Paul's size and the length of his shaft, the best way to enter Lotte's ass was to let her sit down on his cock. While he sat on the waterbed with his legs crossed and folded under him, Lotte turned her back to him and got down on her knees so that her ass was in his lap. She did not have to lower herself onto his cock, merely hold her buttocks apart with her hands while he inserted it into the small, puckered opening of her anus.
"Now lean back into it," he instructed. "That's a girl. Now eeeease 'r down."
"Ok, it feels good!" Lotte squeeled, leaning back against his prick with a steady pressure. She could feel it slide farther and farther inside the bowels of her body.
"Not too fast now. It sort of tickles my cock when you slide down on it slow like."
"How far is it in?" Lotte asked breathlessly.
"Little more than half way now. I'm going to try to get it all in tonight, baby. Just you keep her comin' slow 'n easy. Then when I get it all inside I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!"
"Yes," Lotte moaned. "Do it. I vant you to fuck my shit!"
"Patience, jackass, patience."
It was in about eight inches now. This was the point where he had to start maneuvering. To get it in any farther he had to position it in her rectal canal at just the proper angle.
"Now you let me do all the thrusting," he told her. "It's my show the rest of the way."
He put his hands on her hips and maneuvered her ass around on the shaft of his cock, trying to feel out an opening where he could inch his way in a little farther. It was a slow process and would have been tedious if not for the sexual excitement of his rigid prick pulsing with a heart-throb inside such a beautiful woman's equally beautiful ass.
"It tickles," Lotte said as he moved her ass around, constantly re-positioning it as he delved farther into her bowels.
"About another inch and a half and we've got it made," Paul told her. "Just hang in there, fraulein. We're gonna make it tonight. I might get my fuckin' balls in there after all!"
"Oh, I hope so! That would be such a vunderful thing, my darling!"
Paul had all of it in except the last inch, which was exceedingly stubborn. He dug around inside her from every comer and angle, but the room for that last small distance just wasn't there. No one in his right mind would think it possible to stick eleven inches up a woman's ass anyway. Even he would never have believed it possible if he had not been so close. Just one short inch! But where was the opening, the secret passageway to her bowels that would let him move that final triumphant distance?
"Eureka! I've found it!" he cried at last.
"Vunderbar!" Lotte gasped, feeling as though her ass was impaled on a spike. Which in reality it was, if eleven inches of rigid cock may be called a spike.
"Now fuck my shit, darling! Fuck it good!"
"I'll fuck it right into your throat," Paul said, beginning to slide his piston up and down. He worked it slowly at first, just three or four inches at a time. As his movements fell into an easy rhythm he pulled the shaft out farther and thrust it deeper. Soon Lotte was timed to his rhythm also, leaning forward as he pulled out, pushing herself toward him as he thrust it inside.
In a few minutes Paul was retracting the entire shaft, right up to his nipple shaped crown, then ramming the whole thing home again.
"Aaaiiieee!" Lotte cried with delight, and began to rattle off excited sentences in German.
During their previous sessions Paul had not been able to shaft her up to the hilt, so his thrusts had not been as deep. This was a new and unique experience for both of them. He could feel Lotte's sphincter muscle tighten on his cock like a vice each time he made a thrust. The blood began to surge through his prick in waves of rapture. So sensitized was the head of his slender dong that when it rammed against the walls of Lotte's bowels it seemed to explode with pain., He knew the milky come would soon gush forth and end his pleasure (momentarily, at least), but there was no way to stop it. Pleasure of this intensity always came to a quick end.
Lotte's ass ached from the torturous banging, but she did not wish for it to stop. The experience was unlike anything encountered before. She had been fucked in the ass many times by Paul and others, but nothing compared to this. She wished it to continue forever. Her mind spun dizzily from the pounding of his cock against the virginal walls of her bowels. She could feel the fucking deep inside her cunt-feel the shock waves ripple outward through her body, tingling every inch of flesh. She and Paul rocked together on the waterbed as in a small raft amidst the turbulent sea, enhancing the pleasure of their fuck.
"I'm coming," Paul said. "I can't hold It back any longer."
"Not vidout me," Lotte moaned. She began to massage her pussy. It was wet and mushy from her continual flow of body juices. She dug her fingers inside and clawed at the slippery walls. Her hand was small and feminine and she could force the whole thing inside dilated quim. While Paul fucked her ass, his long rod pumping toward a climax, Lotte drew her cunt toward an orgasm with her hand's grasping, clawing motion.
"I too am coming, mein Herr," she groaned, feeling Paul's hot jism begin to splash around inside her ass. Cunt and rectum seemed to ignite with a single flash of fire. The flames danced and crackled and lashed out at her flesh for long, endless seconds. Eternities could have flashed through Lotte's mind before the fires began to subside.
This is what heaven must be like, Lotte thought. Not lasting until the end of time, but quick joyous flashes of eternity, one after the other! Such a marvelous time you must be having, my Edward!
"Now ve must clean you up, Lotte said a while later.
Paul's cock was still semi-erected, perhaps eight fiches long. Lotte took it with both hands and began to pump it hard again. When it was standing tall and straight and hard once more, Paul lowered his head and gave himself a blow job while Lotte licked the lower shaftal area. She licked his sack and the inside of his thighs, then commenced to jerk him off again while he sucked on his prick's bullet shaped nozzle. Soon her fingers felt the pulsating throb in his seminal tract as the milky fluid began to gush upward toward Paul's suckling mouth.
"I vant some too," Lotte said, watching his adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed.
Finally he pulled his mouth away and the remaining gobs of hot jism poured down the shaft of. his gasping cock. Lotte licked it away, then put the head of his slender prick in her mouth to suck out the remaining traces of his bitter-sweet come.
"I can hardly wait 'til next week," Paul said with a fulfilled sigh.
And I can hardly wait for tomorrow, Lotte said to herself, thinking of Newberry's fat, black pound of flesh. For she could never be fulfilled, only momentarily satisfied-.and tomorrow, as always, was many hours away.