Thursday-Jung's Day. The bath tub in Lotte's luxurious suite was larger than most-perhaps designed originally for group bathing, and for which purpose Lotte often put it to use-and was sunk into the floor like a swimming pool. She had to walk down two steps to get into it. The tub as well as the deck surrounding it were made of fine tile embossed with colorful flower designs.
It was a pleasure to bathe in such an exotic atmosphere and sometimes Lotte spent entire afternoons in. the tub.
Today Lotte had a special use for the tub. Preparations were complete: balloons, water massager, air brush, needles, everything arranged in order on the tile deck. She pushed the button on the wall that rang for Use and began to run water into the tub-just a couple of inches of warm water in the bottom so she would not have to lie naked against the cold tile.
Ilse came promptly. "Yes, madam?"
"I need your help, darling. You know vat I vant you to do."
"Of course, madam," Ilse said, beginning to disrobe.
Lotte stepped down into the tub and stretched out her lithe body in a supine position, legs splayed, her head resting on the styrofoam water pillow so she would not get her hair wet. While Ilse undressed, Lotte cupped her hands in the warm water and lightly splashed the unsubmerged parts of her body. She massaged her breasts with her fingers and the palms of her hands, exerting only a gentle pressure because they were still sore from the night before. Each nipple was swollen and tender. Red blotches of broken blood corpuscles around the areole indicated where her black lover's teeth had bitten into the flesh.
Other parts of her body were equally sore, including her mouth where Newberry had slapped her. She did not mind such bruises, however. They were merely the tell-tale remnants of a night well spent. And lung would expunge all soreness from her body soon enough.
"Are you ready, madam?" Use asked. She was standing resplendently naked on the deck of the tub. Lotte scanned her beautiful body with admiring eyes. In many ways it was lovelier than her own. Ilse enjoyed sunbathing and her flesh glimmered with a bright coppery hue. Her long shapely legs and thighs had the smoothest and most unblemished texture Lotte had ever seen. Her moist snatch was covered with a downy tuft of blond hair that showcased itself excitingly against the background of suntanned flesh.
Ilse's flared, accommodating hip and pelvic structure accentuated the narrowness of her waist. Lotte especially admired the flat, almost sunken abdomen, which was like a musical counterpoint to the strong contours of her rib cage. Her sensuous breasts were much larger than Lotte's own tight knobs and her nipples, when sufficiently aroused, would blush purple with inrushing blood and erect themselves to an inch or more in length. Chewing on Ilse's wonderful nipples was one of Lotte's fondest pleasures.
"You are so beautiful, Ilse," Lotte told her with a proud smile. "You do me honor to be my consort."
Ilse flashed a blissful grin. She fluffed her long blond hair with the back of her hands and gently shook her head. "Pleasing you is my honor, madam. I am flattered that you allow me to enjoy your intimacy."
"Nonsense, Ilse. Come. Fill my cunt vit you marvelous balloons!"
Ilse positioned herself in the tub between Lotte's splayed legs, her own legs underneath her mistresses' and stretched out along her sides, then placed a second styrofoam pillow across her lap. Lotte raised her hips and scooted her buttocks onto the pillow. With her legs bent at the knees and flat-footed against the bottom of the tub, thighs wide apart, the mouth of her cunt was now angled upward and easily accessible.
"My own pleasure first?" Ilse asked.
"Of course."
Ilse lowered her mouth to her mistress' warm snatch and slowly, sensuously licked the outer surface of her labia. The delicate caresses filled Lotte with a soft, incandescent glow. She closed her eyes and just let the loving waves of delight play along the nerves of her body.
Ilse reamed the slit of her madam's vagina, gently sliding her tongue deeper along the smooth walls of her moist funnel. From time to time she would pucker her lips and inhale Lotte's succulent juices into her mouth, pausing at her task long enough to enjoy the fruity secretion's passage down her throat, then re-commence her delicate probing of Lotte's quiescent quim.
Gripping each labium between thumb and forefinger she tugged them apart and buried her mouth up to her cheeks inside her mistress' cunt. After letting her mouth fill with saliva, she forced a thick glob of the mucus onto the end of her tongue and let it drop into Lotte's gaping orifice. She did this for some time, then released the labia and allowed the mouth of her madam's cunt to spring shut. Ilse's abundant saliva bubbled from the narrow slit. Pressing her mouth against the venereal entry once more she sucked the secretions back into her own throat.
"I am finished," Ilse said somewhat breathlessly afterwards. "Now for the madam's pleasure."
"Yes, Ilse," Lotte said, coming out of her sensual drowsiness. "Do it to me now. I am anxious. "
As a starter, Ilse inserted the nozzle of the water massager a short way inside Lotte's pussy and turned on the cold water about half force. Her madam's body stiffened rigid with shock as the gushing coldness filled her quim. "Arrgg!" she groaned, slapping the bottom of the tub with the palms of her hands.
Ilse gradually turned up the hot water. She watched her mistress' body relax once more as the cold water was flushed from her quim. Despite the discomfort, Lotte demanded that she be shot with cold water first. It accentuated the warmth when the hot valve was turned on, and heightened her climax.
"Turn it up full force," Lotte said. "I am coming!"
Ilse turned both taps all the way to the right. Lotte's body jerked with the explosiveness of the full strength of water. She grabbed the hose from the maid's hand and began to fuck herself with it, pumping it deeper and deeper into her churning underground chasm. Her vaginal well was overflowing-as much water gushing out as she was pumping in. Her cunt was like a geyser shooting jets of hot water high into the air.
Lotte pumped the hose as fast as she could, her hips jerking in rapid synchronization. "Arrrr… I am coming, Ilse! I am… ahhhheeee COME… COMING!"
Her ejaculatory spasms reached a furious climax, then began to subside. She continued to purr and groan for a long time after Ilse turned the taps off and water trickled in a steady stream from the sensitized lips of her bloated quim.
While Lotte's quivering body gradually came down from her watery "high," Ilse made preparations for her mistress' next entertainment. She took the longest of the balloons and slipped its elastic mouth over the nozzle of the water massager. Holding it tightly in place, she turned the tap on so that a light trickle of water eventually filled the balloon to its full length. Then she carefully removed it from the nozzle of the massager and tied the end with two strong knots.
The balloon was about four inches in diameter and a foot or more in length. By properly squeezing it, however, Ilse could elongate it to make it thinner or compress it at one end to make it thicker. Even so, it was much too large to insert in Lotte's vagina without lubrication. For this reason Ilse smeared one end of it with Vaseline, then wiped her hand dean with a rag. If her hands were slippery she would not be able to hold on to the wriggling balloon.
"Are you ready, madam?"
"Yes," Lotte said, fully recovered from her watery orgasm and watching the faithful maid's preparations with keen anticipation. "Fill me vit your enormous balloon!"
Ilse inserted the knotted end of the red balloon so it would act as a French tickler and excite the membrane of her womb. She stroked the sides of the elastic penile instrument with a steady pressure of the fingers in order to elongate it and thus make it thinner. And simultaneously her hand gripped it tightly below the knotted end and created a round bulb of about two inches in diameter. While Lotte spread her labia apart to create a larger cuntal opening, Ilse slid the bulb inside her orifice.
With proper massaging of the balloon it slipped ever deeper into Lotte's vaginal funnel. When the penetration had reached six inches or more she could feel its heavy weight lying against the lower wall of her cunt and pressing against her anus. The temptation to squeeze it with her venereal muscles was overwhelming, but she fought it off. She might burst it now and ruin her climax later on.
Lotte concentrated solely on the relaxation of her muscles. It was important that she remain entirely limp and allow Ilse to do all the work. She tried to shift her mind away from the erotic sensations inside her pussy. Thinking of a movie she had been last week, she tried to recall it scene by scene, summoning to her memory as much of the dialogue and detail as she could. During a time like this she wished she had learned self-hypnosis. It would have made everything so much easier if she could have just given herself a post-hypnotic suggestion that would anesthetize her from the waist down with a snap of her fingers.
Even without hypnosis she performed her task well. Before she knew it Ilse was telling her, slightly giddy with the exhilaration of her effort: "It is completely inside, madam!"
Indeed, her venereal cavity suddenly felt bloated with pressure. The sensation was unlike anything a cock could produce. Whereas a thick penis like Newberry's might exert heavy pressure against the walls of the vagina, the water-filled balloon curled up inside her cunt pressed against every inch of the large cavity-against the vulnerable uterine membrane especially.
"Close your legs or I cannot hold it in!" Ilse instructed frantically. While she held the palm of her hand jammed up against the mouth of her mistress' pussy, trying to hold the wriggling balloon inside, Lotte crossed her legs over the maid's shoulders and clamped her thighs tightly against Ilse's hand, so it could not be extracted.
With the balloon securely entombed, Lotte began the vaginal contractions that would launch her into heavenly ecstasy. Each time she flexed her vaginal fist the balloon expanded somewhere and re-positioned itself inside her orifice, stunning her with wave after wave of erogenous delight.
The contractions came slowly at first, as Lotte had to make the conscious effort of tightening her muscles. As her ecstasy increased, however, the contractions became spontaneous. They fed off the constant inhalation and respiration of the balloon, just as the balloon's movements fed off of the continual chain of muscle spasms.
Before long Lotte was both captive and spectator to her body's involuntary reflexes. It was impossible to control the violent wrestling match inside her venereal arena. The combatants fought a gladiatorial battle to the death, and the only winner was their captive audience, Lotte, whose" excitement increased with every thudding blow.
"Wham!… Wham!… WHAM… WHAM!
Each cuntal spasm set off reverberations that set off the next and larger spasm, which created more intense reverberations. It was as though Lotte's small venereal world was being tom asunder by a chain of nuclear explosions. The' water-filled balloon crashed and tumbled wildly against the confining walls of its protean universe.
The effect on Lotte was maddening. Her entire body quaked and writhed, her arms thrashed against the walls of the tub. The sensuous bombs bursting in her cunt were of such intensity that she was afraid she could not stand it any longer.
I am dying, Ilse! It is tearing me apart, she screamed, but the words got scrambled in her throat and her only utterance was a prolonged "AhhhhhhhhHHHH!… "
To insist that she reached a climax would be false and irrelevant. The entire episode was a gigantic, prolonged climax, and suddenly it just ended. There was no explosion when the balloon burst, just a sudden release of pressure against her uterine wall and the cessation of battle. Like a chicken that continues to run around the yard after its neck has been wrung, for some time her vaginal muscles continued to grasp at the rubbery intruder it had already annihilated. But it was just the final burst of tension-the settling of nerves after the battle.
"Are you all right, madam?" Ilse asked with concern. "Had I not known better, I would have thought you were having epilepsy."
Lotte's breath came in pants and she could not reply immediately. She allowed Ilse to slip her hand from between her thighs and disengage her legs from around the maid's neck.
"You almost strangled me," Ilse said, gently stretching out her mistress' leg along the bottom of the tub. "We must devise a new position for this entertainment, I think. Are you certain you are well, madam?"
A thin smile flickered across Lotte's pale lips. "It is vunderbar, Use;' she said faintly. "Vunderbar."
"Good, madam. In this case I will extract the rubber."
Ilse inserted her fingers into Lotte's cunt and delved around until she found the balloon, then retrieved it. It had burst without fragmenting, as always.
Lotte's fatigue from his latest orgasmic experience worried Ilse. She thought it unwise for her mistress to continue with the next entertainment, which was surely the most dangerous. While relaxing Lotte with a leg massage she asked, "Would it be presumptuous to ask the madam if I could perform the next act on myself? It might prove an interesting variation to watch, since you have had it performed on yourself so many times."
"I know you, Ilse, " Lotte said with perceptive insight. "You are just frightened I vill hurt myself. But there iss nothing to fear, and to prove it I vill grant your vish. Except you vill not do it yourself. I vill assist you, as you haf always graciously assisted me. "
They eagerly reversed positions, this time lise's buttocks on the styrofoam pillow, thighs apart, cunt raised upward to Lotte's smiling lips.
"May I indulge my own pleasure first?" she asked the anxious maid.
"Of course, madam. My body is your willing slave."
"Few are as beautiful," Lotte said. "You could be a great star in pornographic films!"
"Tht is no doubt my eventual calling, madam."
"Enough, silly girl," Lotte said, pressing her mouth to Ilse's dribbling pussy. She licked the folds of her maid's tibia, inhaling the sweet tasting venereal juices into her throat, and all the while she was conscious of Ilse whispering "I love you, I love you" as she stroked Lotte's cheeks with her fingers. This touching show of affection aroused her passion and she began to stroke the maid's ditty with her tongue.
"Frig my ass, please," Ilse instructed. "I tingle allover when you frig my ass and bite my ditty at the same time."
Lotte exerted a quick pressure and inserted her finger into lise's tightly puckered bung hole. Then she inserted her thumb inside the cunt, and with a pinching motion of thumb and index finger managed to frig both orifices while her teeth gently tugged at Ilse's inflamed ditty. The maid's churning hips announced her approval.
"Mmmmmm," Ilse groaned. "Ahhhmmmmm. I am going to come very soon, I think!"
As the maid squirmed toward a climax, Lotte released her grip on the clitty and began to lap up the body wine Ilse's vaginal contractions were pumping up from her venereal well.
"Oh!… Oh!… Eat me!" the impassioned beauty cried, grabbing the back of Lotte's head and pressing her face harder into the matrix of her Clint. In continued flagrant abandonment of her servile position, she wrapped her thighs around Lotte's neck and shook her from side to. side with erotic gyrations of the hips. Her mistress sucked and chewed her cunt with the same wanton passion, unconcerned with social relationships. Great pussy cuts across any barrier of class and color.
"You are the most wonderful lover," Ilse said afterwards. "I can hardly wait for Saturday."
"Nor can I, Ilse. But lung vill be arriving soon. Ve must hurry now."
"I am ready," the maid said, somewhat apprehensively.
Lotte kissed her lightly on the cunt. "Do not vorry, Ilse. You vill find this pleasant beyond your dreams. "
"If you say so, madam."
Lotte looked over the collection of balloons. The elongated, penile type was the wrong shape for this entertainment. What she needed was the cherry type, which blew up into a large ball. Finding one, she inserted the air brush a short ways into its rubber mouth and taped it securely with cellophane tape.
"Spread your cunt, darling," Lotte said.
Ilse inserted the forefingers of each hand into her slit and pulled the lips apart. The round hole was pink and moist and about the size of a quarter. Lotte poked the balloon inside and told her to let go. The elastic mouth of fise's pussy snapped shut around the shaft of the air brush.
"Now I vill fill the balloon vit air and it vill carry you high into the clouds," Lotte said, almost as excited as if the balloon were inside her own quim. "Here vego, darling!"
Ilse felt the balloon wriggle to life as her mistress shot jets of air into it. The sensation was like a fetus growing inside the funnel of her vagina-but growing quickly, instantaneously, the way they do in time-lapse photography. The pressure against her venereal walls was becoming enormous. Her cuntal muscles were already titillated and beginning to contract of their own volition.
"Do not make it burst," Lotte instructed, watching the wild thrusts of fise's hips that lifted
her buttocks entirely off the styrofoam pillow. "You must control your spasms, Ilse. Caress the bubble gently vit the muscles of your pussy. If you explode the balloon you might injure yourself very much. "
"I am trying, but… it is most… difficult," Ilse sputtered, trying to overpower the convulsion that now controlled her body.
"Do not clamp your thighs together!" Lotte snapped. She grabbed the maid's knees and pushed them apart, then help them down almost to the bottom of the tub with the palms of her hands.
Gradually Ilse regained command of her muscles and the spasms of her hands.
Gradually Ilse regained command of her muscles and the spasms subsided into a slow, rhythmic gyration of the hips. Her face was a picture of angelic contentment-lips curled into a thin smile, cheeks flushed a rosy pink, lids half sheltering her eyes with a dreamlike veil.
Lotte felt shame for disturbing her. But it was almost time for lung and they would have to end this entertainment quickly.
"I vill fill the balloon a little more," she said quietly, "then release it. You vill enjoy this part most of all."
She released another jet of air into the swollen balloon and Ilse's body jerked with an involuntary spasm. Lotte shot her with two more jets of air and the maid's convulsions increased each time. The turmoil was beginning inside her again. There was little time now. If Lotte did not extract the air brush quickly, Ilse's uncontrollable muscle spasms would burst the balloon and possibly rupture the fragile membrane of her uterus.
Lottie twisted the air brush at an angle, so the mouth of the balloon was away from the exit slit of her vagina, then delved into the orifice with two fingers. Sliding the crotch of her fingers over the mouth of the balloon, she held it firmly while pulling at the air brush with her other hand. After a moment the cellophane tape binding the two objects together loosened its grip and she pulled the air brush free.
Instantly a whirlwind was set loose inside Ilse's cunt. Air gushed out of the balloon and thrust it back against her womb. The muscles of her vagina contracted wildly, trying to crush the elusive bubble. The balloon spun around inside her cunt, scraping the tender venereal walls with the cellophane tape and sending Ilse into Paroxysms of ecstasy.
The startled maid had never felt anything like this before. The air gushing everywhere inside her, the balloon caroming off the walls of her cunt, the muscles gripping at nothing-it was the roller coaster ride of all time. Though it lasted only a few seconds, just long enough for the air to escape from the balloon, it seemed an eternity. Ilse caught her breath at the first onslaught of the whirlwind and thought she would pass out from lack of oxygen before it was over. The world spun dizzily inside her head.
"Are you all right?" Lotte asked, patting Ilse's cheeks to rouse her.
The maid's breathing came in gasps as she sucked the wonderful air into her lungs. "I… I think so," she answered faintly. "I must take a moment to re… recover myself."
"Was it not marvelous?" Lotte enthused.
"I think I… I prefer Horst," Ilse said.
Lottie giggled. "Each to his own pleasure, darling. You probably vould not like Jung, either."
"The madam is most likely correct," Ilse agreed.
Jung was a psychology student at the university and perhaps the best looking of her harem of lovers. In his early twenties and only about five-eight, he had a slight but well-built body. His complexion was typically oriental in its creamy, unblemished texture. The glasses he wore-even while having sex-accentuated his quality of intellectual and reflective elegance.
"And how is my patient today?" Jung asked, sweeping into the room as if he owned it.
"Quite vell, Herr Doktor," Lotte said, unloosening her silk robe and slipping it over the shoulders so that it fell in a small pile around her feet.
Jung shook his finger at her. "Do not call me doctor, please. As I have told you before, doctor is a legal term that mis-represents our relationship. You are my patient because I treat you with my special knowledge of acupuncture, but that does not make me a doctor."
Although Lotte was naked, the young student did not so much as glance at her. He took an expensive looking leather case from the pocket of his sports coat, laid it on the waterbed, removed his coat and hung it neatly on the back of a chair.
"If you will please lie down, he may begin," he said, clasping his hands together in front of him and looking at Lotte for the first time. Her breasts caught his attention immediately. He hurried over to her for a closer look. "Very nasty bruises around the areole. That presents no problem. Have you any other bruises or ailments this week?"
"Oh, yes. Many, doktor-I mean, Herr Jung," Lotte said with a quick grin. She enjoyed teasing him. Much of her pleasure during these sessions with Jung was not sexual. He amused her as a personality. She was never certain if his professional, business-like, a-sexual attitude was real or merely a masquerade. He was a very strange young man, in any case.
"I have pains in the pussy also," Lotte continued, sensuously rubbing her snatch with her fingers. "You vill take care of it, vill you not?"
"Of course," Jung said. He had produced a note pad and pen from his shirt pocket and was busily making notations. "Bruises, possibly teeth marks, around the areole. Vaginal cramps-" He glanced up-"Did you say pains or cramps?"
Lotte spread the slit apart with her fingers and thrust her hips toward him. "Pains, dok-I mean, Herr Jung. Inside the poor pussy. I think maybe I haf some nasty disease."
"I wouldn't be surprised," Jung said, finishing the notations in his pad. Then he returned the pad and pen to his shirt pocket. "Please stretch out supine on the waterbed and we can commence to relieve your agony."
"Vunderbar. My agony is increasing by the minute."
While Lotte bounced onto the waterbed, Jung got down on his knees and opened the leather case. It contained cloth panels that he unfolded onto the carpet. Inserted into the panels were rows of acupuncture needles-over three hundred of them.
"Now. Whenever you stop bouncing around on that toy," Jung said dryly.
"Ach. Ve cannot begin until you are comfortable," Lotte said, bouncing over to the side of the waterbed and beginning to unloosen his tie.
Jung slapped her hands away and stood up. "Good grief! Do we have to go through this every time? I will do it myself, if you don't mind. The indignities one must experience in the name of truth and science!"
He removed his clothes as Lotte watched with an amused grin, laid them neatly on the chair, took the pad and pen from his shirt and returned to the waterbed. Sitting on the edge of the bed he made further notations in his notebook: "Subject once again makes therapist remove clothes. Shows little improvement after many sessions… "
While he continued to jot his mumblings into the notebook, Lotte gripped his flaccid penis in her hand and squeezed it. His pee hole peeked out from its uncircumcised scabbard. She slid the sheath back farther for a better look.
"… Subject now examining therapist's penis. Contemplating fellatio, no doubt… "
Lotte fluttered her tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock. Immediately the shaft began to thicken in her hand. She licked the entire length of his penis, feeling it throb as it expanded and rose to a standing position. Finally she encircled it with her mouth and began to slide it to and fro. Jung's was not a large cock, only about six inches, but just the right size for a comfortable blow job, and Lotte could lower her mouth all the way to the hilt without feeling as if she were choking herself.
"… Subject showing infantile regression. Apparent Electra Complex. Fascination with male sex organ… "
Lotte was eager for a mouthful of Jung's Eurasian jism. She chewed on the head of his cock while masturbating the shaft with his husk of foreskin. The muscles in his thighs tightened underneath her arms as the hot blood pulsated through his tasty prick.
She pressed her hand against his scrotum and felt his balls surging against the upper wall of the sack. The seminal track was pumping hard and furious now, shooting the jism up his genital pipeline in great spurts. For being so calm and disinterested on the surface, Lotte noted that his insides certainly get excited in a hurry.
Just a few more seconds now and her mouth would fill with the hot Chinese-American jism. East and West would meet in a smasm of glutinous protein.
Thunk.
The first glob of sperm lubricant plopped against the roof of her mouth. It tasted bitter and cold. She had worked him to a climax too fast. How jism usually comes from a long, delayed orgasm. Lotte had been too eager to finish up and get on with the needles.
The acrid mucus came in quick spurts now and Lotte re-aligned her throat with the head of his prick so it would shoot straight down her esophagus and she would not have to taste it. Usually she liked to swirl it around in her mouth and give her taste buds a treat before swallowing, but this clammy stuff was too raunchy to enjoy-even as an aphrodesiac to get her quim kindled, as the taste of feces would do.
In a matter of seven or eight seconds the cum was wasted into her esophagul disposal and she removed her mouth. She squeezed the rapidly shriveling cock and slid her tight fingers all the way up to his pee hole, forcing out the small drops of semen. Although the taste of seminal lubricant changed from orgasm to orgasm and man to man, the semen itself showed little such variety. It retained its usual mucky flavor.
Lotte licked the small drops of masculine hormones into her mouth, thinking rather dispassionately of the millions of babies that would never have a chance for birth. This fact did not bother her, as it did certain religious persons. She knew there was an infinite number of potential children in any man's body, and on the average only two or three of them would ever fertilize with ovam and create a child. What did it matter if she ingested a few billion parts of this infinite potential? It was like sand washing into the ocean, while the beaches themselves remained eternal.
Lotte was rarely so clinical in her thoughts while having sex, but when the experience turned sour and the thrill was gone her mind often wandered over the mechanics of her performance, as an actor during a bad play might wonder how anyone could make such insipid lines sound believable. Maybe this was Jung's problem, she thought. Maybe the poor boy had never experienced the ecstasy of a good performance!
"… Subject hopes to acquire masculine characteristics by ingesting male hormones, as primitive tribesmen hoped to achieve greater virility by eating the internal organs of men they had slain… "
"Ach! Such nonsense!" Lotte suddenly spurted out. "You are crazy, Herr doktor. Do you not realize sex is merely an entertainment? The most thrilling entertainment of all? Analyzing it is like analyzing one's desire for chocolate ice cream!"
"I realize that is the common misconception," lung said haughtily. "But I am afraid it is not quite so simple as that. Every pleasure derives from a complex of instincts, urges and needs, both emotional and psychological. The forces of the libido that transform themselves into sexual energies are the most complicated of all these various complexes. This melange of complexual data is that I am studying in your case!"
Lotte slapped the pad and pen out of his hands like an angry, petulant child. They went skittering across the room. "I bring you here each veek to stick needles in my titties. It is the only thing you do vell in bed, my young friend, vit the possible exception of-sleep. Now proceed vit my entertainment or leave!"
Jung's face was blotched purple with humiliation and rage. He pulled off his glasses, reached for his handkerchief to wipe the lenses, realized he was naked, then quickly slipped the glasses back on.
"I will proceed in the name of science, not entertainment!" he proclaimed. "I suffer these indignities only because of my utter devotion to the truth!"
Lotte gripped her knockers in her hands and said, "I vant you to stick a hundred needles in each of these titties, Herr Doktor, and I vant you to stick a hundred more in my pussy! And that iss the truth!"
"I don't doubt it," lung said dryly.
Trying to hide the pain of his wounded ego, the psychology student took a needle from its sheath panel and studied Lotte's left breast, looking for the best spot to insert it. He rubbed his fingers over the purple bruises and asked, "Does the pain feel deep or shallow?"
"Deep, Herr Jung. I touch the poor titty anywhere and it thump thump thump vit pain."
"Hmmmm. In that case I think it best to put the needles in the nerve ganglia on the under side of the breast."
"If you say so, mein Herr."
He rubbed the area between her breast and rib plate with the edge of his hand for a moment and Lotte felt it grow numb, as though the nerves were being put to sleep.
"Now for the needle… "
He cupped her breast in his palm and pushed it up hard, stretching the muscles taut. Lotte felt the sharp point of the needle all the way down to her ditty as it penetrated flesh and muscle with one quick jolt of pain. Jung released her breast immediately and the muscles retracted, holding the needle firmly in their grip. All that remained of the pain was a slight throbbing sensation at the point of entry.
Jung took a second needle and repeated the procedure. His wounded ego seemed to heal itself as he became engrossed in his work. By the third and fourth needles he was like an excited child.
"It is going very well, I think. You have excellent muscle control, my dear Lotte!"
"Only my upstairs muscles, Herr Jung. Down stairs they are getting completely out of control!"
Indeed, her vaginal muscles were already beginning to contract feverishly with each prick of the needle. She could feel the succulent juices trickling down her perineum as they oozed from the slit of her gasping cunt. A few more needles and her vaginal pumps would be shooting up a geyser like Old Faithful.
Lotte's senses were becoming so aroused to the quick that she could hear the skin snap each time a needle penetrated. It wasn't necessary to cover her body with three hundred needles, as she had angrily instructed Jung to do. Just a few needles strategically placed in her breasts made every nerve in her body tingle with rapturous delight.
This is what they mean by the quick and the dead, Lotte told herself. You never realize how alive your senses can be until they are aroused from their daily slumber and hez:ghtened to the quick like this!
Finally Jung said, "Now for the other breast. I believe six needles in each ought to be sufficient."
"But first you must straddle my neck," Lotte ordered with a stubborn grin. "I vant to suck you off vile you stick my udder booby."
"Yes. Yes. If you insist," Jung replied, only slightly disgruntled. He was too excited by his work to protest. Perspiration beaded his forehead and he was continually removing his glasses to wipe the sweat from his brows. The needle treatment always made him very tense. It was a delicate, intricately skillful operation, and very demanding on his nerves.
It was also very sexually exhilarating, Lotte noticed with wry amusement. His cock always stood erect and throbbed with a purple hue during the course of his acupuncture cure. He would shoot off his wad whether she sucked him or not, so why let all of that good jism go to waste? Ironically, his brew of milky fluid always tasted terrific when he was hot and aroused by his handiwork with the needles.
Everybody is kinky some way, Lotte thought. Vit this one it iss needles. Sticking them in udder people, of course. How vould it be if I should stick them in his prick, I vunder? I shall haf to try it some time!
He straddled Lotte's neck and she wrapped her hand around the hard shaft of his cock. It was warm and alive inside her tight grip. She could feel its tiny heartbeat thumping against the soft pads of her fingers. A tremor of anticipation fluttered down her spine. She could hardly wait for the sting of the next needle. She pulled the rigid cock down to her mouth and licked its purplish crown. Her tongue and the inside of her mouth were dry. All of her internal fluids seemed to have drained to the lower parts of her body and were being pumped out of her cuntal reservoir like a geyser.
The first needle was like an electric shock. She heard and felt the skin snap as the sharp point entered her flesh and sliced into the pectoral muscle. Her breast felt as though an electronic dart had been shot into it. She could feel the sudden prick of pain instantaneously throughout her body. The muscles in her cunt broke into a flurry of erotic spasms, forcing a hot flow of bubbling juices up the shaft of her vagina.
Lotte tightened her grip on Jung's pulsing cock and shoved it into her mouth. It was like a hot branding iron against her dry palate. She sucked and chewed it feverishly until the sharp flashes of pain in her breast subsided into a dull, steady throb.
The next needle was just as painfully exhilarating, if not more so. Each time the electric flash lit up her incandescent flesh with its glowing tingle she chewed on Jung's cock as if it were hamburger to a starving dog. She could feel his jism surging through the pipeline. The next needle would send it gushing into her mouth-splashing against her throat like hot lava.
Here it comes, she thought. It's coming. I can feel it!
Jung must have timed the last needle to his own orgasm. Lotte felt the electric pain shoot through her sensitized flesh just as the jets of hot jism splashed into her mouth. Her entire body seemed aflame. Her cunt exploded with two, three, four bursts of fire. The conflagration crackled and hissed and roared within her and about her. She was dying phoenix-like, gestating in her own womb of flames.
Afterwards, they lay smoldering on the waterbed for some time as the fires dwindled inside their bodies. Jung was the first to rouse himself, perhaps feeling embarrassed by his display of carnal emotion. He extricated his flaccid penis from Lotte's quiescent mouth, lifted his leg over her head and sat up on the edge of the bed.
"I can't see. My glasses are fogged," he said rather sheepishly. He pulled them off and walked over to the chair where his clothes were lying. He wiped the lenses with his handkerchief, slipped them back on and returned to the waterbed.
"Well, how was the treatment?" he asked, returning to his doctorly, business-like posture. "Do you feel any pain in your breasts now?"
Lotte smiled faintly. "I am so numb, Herr Doktor. I feel nothing anywhere."
"Hm. Natural, I suppose. The sensation should return presently. Then you should feel that the pain has entirely left your body."
"Massage my boobies, Herr Doktor. I do not like feeling nothing. Make the numbness go away, please. "
"I suppose I can do that," the student replied sententiously, seating himself on the edge of the bed. He placed his palms over Lotte's breasts and began to knead them gently with his fingers.
"Good," Lotte sighed, taking in a deep relaxing breath. His caressing fingers re-vivified her senses. The quick was returning from the dead. She felt a warm, satisfying glow sweep through her body.
"How about now?" Jung asked. "Do you feel anything? Any pain or discomfort?"
Lotte hesitated, not wanting to let him know how good she felt for fear he would stop. "Mmmm… no, Herr lung. But massage the booby harder and see vat happens?"
Jung kneaded the breasts more roughly now, mashing down hard with his palms and digging into the muscles with his fingers. Lotte groaned with the sensuous waves of pleasure that broke against the shores of her consciousness. "Mmmmm… Ooooohhhh… Harder, Herr Lung. Yes, that's it… Aaaaahhh. Yes. Now I begin to feel something. Now suck on my nipple. Pull it vit your teeth!"
Jung spread her thighs apart and got between them on his knees. The waterbed was wet from all of the juices that had seeped from Lotte's cuntal drain during the acupuncture treatment. He leaned across her body and took one of the ruby nipples between his teeth. As he tugged on it, he nudged the pins deeper into the muscles of her breast with the palm of his hand.
"Ach!" Lotte winced with pain. The entire breast was a mound of throbbing erotic agony. "Again, Herr Doktor! I am feeling incredibly better now! AGAIN!"
Jung buried his mouth in her breast and chewed voraciously. Lotte felt the needles dig deeper into the tough muscular wall of her titty. The electrical circuits of her nervous system went amuck. The juices were boiling over in her cunt. It was a physiological tidal wave. The ecstatic breakers in her vaginal sea crashed against the gasping cliffs, sending jets of orgasmic foam roiling up through her slit. Her pubic hair was covered with the white bubbling secretion.
Rising to the occasion of Lotte's orgasm, Jung covered her flailing hips with his own thrashing pelvis. His cock found her writhing pussy and plunged inside. His penetration ignited a climax that carried others in its wake, like the strong after shocks of a major earthquake. The walls of the building and the walls of her cunt seemed to be collapsing simultaneously.
Jung continued to chew her breasts-first one, then the other-while he pumped her with his piston rod. The palm of each hand was cupped under her tits, forcing the needles farther and farther into the muscles of each breast.
The final ecstasy for Lotte was the explosion of his jism inside her boiling cunt. Her orgasm was like the wildest acid trip of all time. Colored lights exploded in her mind. Eerie, frightening, fascinating shapes appeared, dissolved, reformed. Penises exploded, cunts dissolved as if eaten with acid. Sounds like yelping hounds from hell tore at her ear drums.
Lotte might have gone mad, but her terror was drowned out by her fascination. Her fearless, eager determination to experience whatever life might offer shackled the nightmare and tamed it.
From somewhere in her consciousness a familiar voice said, "Good girl. Now ENJOY!"
And she tightened her orgasmic grip on Jung's cock.
"Same time next week?" the student asked, straightening his tie.
"Of course," Lotte said dreamily, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth as she lay half dreaming.
"Good. You are a fascinating subject. I refuse to stop at anything less than a total cure. Your breasts no longer hurt, I presume."
"I hurt all over, Herr Jung. But do not vorry. I haf never felt better in my life."
"I should think not," the young man said proudly. "You are being treated by a master!"
Lotte noticed his eyes tracing the sloping curves of her breasts and hips. They lingered at the bushy hillock surrounding her crotch, as if regretting the need to depart. It was the first time he had ever looked at her as a woman instead of a subject. The first time she had seen the wan look of youthful desire in his face.
"And so are you being treated by a master," Lotte said.