Friday-Norman's Day. Lotte gave thanks that today was her day for ass fucking. Her cunt was fucked out for the time being. The poor thing deserved a rest. Since tomorrow was Ilse's day (and night; sweet Ilse! how she loved to sleep curled up against Lotte's warm body) it would have forty-eight hours in which to do nothing but regenerate its marvelous nerve cells. Then Sunday -Ach! What a glorious day Sunday was going to be. She could hardly wait.
As for her titties: she had to sleep on her back all night because they ached so much. Even now they throbbed with a continuous pain. When she stood before a mirror she could see the six red dots below each breast where the needles had entered. Her nipples 'had never lost their erectness since last night. They were swollen to the diameter of a dime and very sensitive from being tugged at by lung's carnivorous teeth. All around them, and around the areole, were puckered blotches of ugly purple that the sexually "disinterested" student had chewed away at so hungrily. Her poor breasts looked, and felt, as if they had been gang-banged by vampires.
But Norman was not interested in cunts and titties. His wife was a large matronly woman whose knockers hung all the way from her shoulders to her waist. There was ample room in those enormous mammaries for Norman to play around when the desire-and courage-gripped him. Her whale's cunt could probably swallow him whole as well. He expressed love and admiration for his wife and denied that her money was a mitigating factor in their marriage.
"I can't even get my tongue between those buns of hers. There's too much padding," he told Lotte. "Even my cock won't reach down far enough to get the whole- crown inside her sphincter muscle. Maybe I could fuck her ass with a baseball bat, but that wouldn't be much fun. I'd like to use it on her head sometime, though. Maybe the next time she tells me she's going on a diet-right after she finishes the next cream filled eclair!"
"I luf eclairs," Lotte said, feeling his tongue tickle the inside of her buttocks with long, languorous strokes. "I vant you to run down to the bakery and get a whole box full after ve haf finished."
Norman pulled his mouth back from her ass cheeks, stunned. "Please. You are making me sick. I could eat your shit with less revulsion than one of those whipped cream nightmares. I used to love them before I got married, you know."
"Poor Norman. All of life's pleasures your wife has taken from you!"
"I know. But what really irks me is that even if she was slender and beautiful-like you, for instance-she still wouldn't let me tongue her bung hole. She has this Victorian attitude about cleanliness and sexuality. Cunts are for fuckingonce a month, if I'm lucky. Mammaries are for suckling-but only if you're a baby. And asses are for shitting. It's dirty and sinful and unhealthy to stick your tongue up there and ream it real good. And of course my cock is too big and hurts. Can you imagine my little six inch hand tool hurting a woman?"
"I think it feels nice," Lotte said, squirming her ass around as it tickled her puckeredanus.
"Oh, well. Such is life," Norman sighed. "Thank heaven for the whores of the world. Without them, what would little boys do!"
"It is much more fun being a whore than a prude. And much more fun being a whore monger, is that not so?" Lotte asked with a giggle.
"A whore monger, my dear fraulein, is not one who chases after whores but one who makes profit from them. I only wish I could be a successful whore monger!"
"Then you could get rid of your pet whale," Lotte concluded.
"You said that. Not me. Gertrude has qualities that endear her to my soul."
"And to your pocket book, mein Herr."
Norman gave a sharp jab with his peJ?is to get it through the knot of her bung hole. And perhaps at the same time to punish her slightly for saying such cruel words about his motives for remaining with his wife.
"Ouch!" Lotte cried. "Do not be so rough vit my poor ass. Soon all the parts of my body vill be too sore to play vito Then I vill be terribly bored for zee next few days!"
"Thou must not use vile words then my dear. That is a commandment. Do unto others as they do unto you and all that jazz. After all, if I were so interested in money I would be offering marriage proposals to you. Then I could have cunt and titty and ass and money all rolled into one cute little German ball of fluff!"
Norman was pumping her ass steadily and rhythmically now. With his hands gripping her hips, his knees planted firmly between her spread-eagle thighs, he would slide the shaft back until the bloated crown tugged at her sphincter, then thrust it forward again until his crotch was up to the hilt in her cheeks.
The tightness of her ass hole as the penile rod slid to and from was akin to the feeling of masturbating oneself with tightly-held thumb and forefinger, but more intense. More satisfying, because a woman's ass was doing it. Norman had never outgrown the childish thrill of tampering with the forbidden. Whatever was considered disgusting, that was what he enjoyed. Which explained his fascination for shit, perhaps.
"Do you think I was too rigidly toilet trained?" he asked Lotte only half comically.
"Good heavens. I haf no idea. Ve do not think about such things in my country."
"You mean nobody eats ass in Germany? Such backward people, these Europeans!"
"I am sure that ass gets eaten in Germany, mein Herr. It is just that ve do not talk of such things to young virgins."
"Still most backwards. What should one discuss with young virgins if not eating ass?" Norman asked with a deep sigh. "Anyway, how is your ass coming?"
"It is not coming yet, I am afraid. Perhaps less talk and more fucking, if you do not mind."
"Impossible, my dear. I even talk in my sleep."
"And I fart in my sleep," Lotte said, thrusting backwards with her ass to coincide with the forward thrust of his cock. "Perhaps ve are too full of shit, mein Herr."
"Each in his own way, you mean," Norman added, enjoying the repartee as much as he enjoyed the surprise when Lotte tightened the grip on his prick and tried to crush it. Or when she suddenly thrust her ass against his crotch and banged his balls silly. He loved a woman who could carryon an intelligent conversation in the middle of an orgasm.
"You are a very delightful person, dear Lotte. I look forward to slavering inside your ass hole in another few moments. I trust you will have the good manners to slaver back at me. In your own way, of course."
"If possible, Herr Norman. One can never predict these things."
The steady caress of Norman's prick against the taut membrane of Lotte's anus was taking its toll on her nervous system. They had been clasped together in this canine embrace for ten or fifteen minutes now and his cock was very dry and harsh. The cumulative effect of his unoiled piston-like workmanship was to wear her kinetic sensors down to the quick. By now his prick was scraping away at raw nerve ends. His cock was like a blow torch that he kept pumping in and out of her ass hole, its flames licking out at her flesh with excruciating erotic pain.
"I am burning up inside," Lotte said. "Pump me faster and I vill come very soon."
"Good. I'm getting anxious to move on to other things. I will try to enhance your climax with a little burst of timely jism."
He revved up his piston. The rpm's were turning over at a championship speed now, racing for the checker flag. The hot fuel was surging through the gas line. Up the shaft of the churning piston. Lotte's ass ignited when it spewed into her anal carburetor. She nearly threw him out of the driver's seat with the violent spasmodic contractions of her hips and buttocks.
"I am… COMING!" Lotte grunted, thrashing her ass about wildly and grinding it against this thrusting pelvis, trying to milk every ounce of erotic delight from his masculine teat.
"Oooooh!… Mmmmmm!" she groaned. "Arrrrgggghhhh… "
As the spasms dwindled and the jism that fueled Lotte's ass stopped coming she collapsed onto the waterbed in exhaustion, arms askew and legs splayed. Norman's shriveling cock was still imbedded in her ass and he plummeted down on top of her. Lotte could feel his rapid heartbeat against her shoulder, feel his hot breath against her ear. His weight did not feel so heavy since the pliant waterbed was beneath them, but the pressure was enough to flatten out her breasts and send the needle-like pains shooting through her body.
"You must get off," Lotte said. "My titties are too sore."
Norman rolled over on to his back. There was a sharp flash of pain as the movement tore his penis out of her ass.
"Ach!" Lotte said as the shiver raced down her spine.
"Sorry, old girl. I should be more careful," Norman apologized. "When you've got the sap flowing through your veins again I'll let you get even with a good sized dildo."
"For such vengeance I am always ready!" Lotte said, perking up immediately.
"My ass is at your disposal," Norman said.
Lotte got up from the waterbed gingerly, so as not to make her aching tits bounce around too much, and went to the cabinet where she kept her collection of sex aids and various mechanical devices-whatever the occasion might call for. She got out her dildo and strapped the belt around her waist, then pulled the straps up tight around the lower half moons of her buttocks and fastened them to the snaps on the belt. The dildo was held firmly in position now. She could fuck with it almost as well as a man could fuck with the real thing.
"Don't you think that's rather large?" Norman asked somewhat apprehensively.
Indeed, it was seven inches long with a two inch diameter-which made it a quarter of an inch thicker than the average dildo. A quarter of an inch is not much, perhaps, unless it is struggling to penetrate a tight sphincter.
Lotte shrugged. "I flicked you vit the smaller one last time. Don't you vant to experiment vit something larger?"
"I'm afraid I don't share your clinical approach to frigging my ass. But as you like. You carry the big stick around here now, so I will just have to grin and bear it."
He gave her a wide grin to prove his point.
"In that case," Lotte said, deepening her voice to make it sound more masculine, "I order you to get on your knees and spread your cheeks!"
"Aren't you going to grease that thing first, sir? My poor little ass is going to be just torn apart if you don't!"
He was mimicking a woman's voice. Perhaps Scarlett O'Hara's. The cadences certainly were not German.
"First you must say please and bark like a dog," Lotte ordered, enjoying her new role.
"Please, sir. Pretty please. Arf Arf."
Lotta gave the rubber dildo a Vaseline rubdown. When she was finished, it glistened with the ample amounts of gelatin substance and had that familiar medicinal smell that she liked so much. She looked forward to licking it off his bung hole when the fuck was over.
Once again they got in the dog position, only this time Norman was the bitch and Lotte the sire. "First I villioosen you up a bit," Lotte told him. "You are very tight in the ass, mein Herr."
"I can't imagine why," Norman said dryly.
"Relax and you shall enjoy," Lotte said sententiously, perhaps quoting one of Norman's own maxims.
She spread his cheeks apart and swept her moist tongue along his perineum, all the way from the scrotum to his bung hole. He was very clean and there was no musky odor from his ass at all. The only odor came from his crotch-the stale sweat that lingered from his exertions while fucking her own ass earlier.
She let a glob of saliva accumulate on her tongue, then licked his perineum again, depositing the majority of the spittle atop the puckered brown funnel of his anus. She reamed the tight hole with the tip of her tongue, the slick mucus allowing it to slide inside about a quarter of an inch. She frigged him with flickering jabs of her tongue while continuing to drool saliva around the ass hole.
Finally she removed her mouth and inserted her index finger into the reamed hole. The slippery spittle allowed it to slide in with only a minimal response from his sphincter muscle. As she began to pump the finger with increasing speed, however, she felt the muscle grip it with erratic spasms. It was like the toothless mouth of a baby suckling a nipple.
"Tremendous," Norman said. "Why don't you squeeze my balls at the same time?"
"I vas just thinking about it," Lotte replied. She reached into his crotch with her free hand and pressed the sack against the shaft of his erect cock. Feeling the twin balls in the palm of her hand, one slightly larger than the other, she rubbed them up and down along his prick. The erotic pain caused Norman's muscles to tighten with a sudden, startled jolt throughout his body.
"Good grief, girl! Is there no end to your talents?"
"Perhaps we haf just not found it yet, mein Herr. Let us keep trying. No?"
Removing her hands from his ass and crotch she spread his cheeks apart and examined his reamed bung hole. It appeared ready for entry. She used her hips to guide the crown of the dildo to its inverted launching pad, then leaned into him with a steady pressure. The sphincter valve wouldn't give it first and she heard her lover grunt with pain. She continued to lean into his buttocks with a steady, forward pressure until she felt the cockhead slip past the sentry muscle and imbed itself in his anal shaft.
Lotte fucked him easily with the greased dildo. She saw the muscles in his buttocks tighten each time she leaned into him. A shudder passed through his body from time to time and escaped from his lips as a sigh of erotic delight. Lotte recognized her own responses coming from Norman and understood what he was experiencing. This shared knowledge added spice to Lotte's endeavors. She imagined herself on each end of the rubber spike, giving and receiving her carnal pleasures simultaneously.
If I vas being ass fucked I vould vant him to thrust harder, Lotte told herself. I vould vant to feel zee head of his cock all zee vay down to my cunt. That iss vat feels so vunderbar!
Using her own desires as a guideline, Lotte began to plunge the rubber prick deeper into his bowels. She leaned far back, using her hand grip on his buttocks to push her hips back, then drove the shaft forward with all of her strength. Her thighs slapped against the undersides of his ass cheeks as the dildo buried itself up to the hilt in his bowels.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Lotte drove the spike into Norman's shaft again and again. His ass cheeks tightened into knots with each blow of the pelvic hammer. His groans came quicker, more frenetic. The Vaseline that once greased Lotte's penile instrument was now piled up around the hilt. Unable to penetrate the tight sphincter it had accumulated there like a glistening gelatin areole. The dry dildo now scraped the walls of his anal canal the way his own parched cock had scraped Lotte's earlier.
Since the dildo was thicker than his cock and his ass had not been primed all night with a plug, Lotte could imagine the pain he was experiencing. "Lean back," she said. "Raise up on your knees."
"What?" he asked incredulously.
She put an arm around his chest and helped to pull him backwards, being careful to keep her hips pressed against his cheeks so the dildo would not slip out.
"This is very painful, my dear," Norman said as he struggled to erect himself.
"It vill be vorth it," Lotte insisted. "I kid you not, mein Herr."
"I… hope you are… right!" he grunted, finally upright on his knees, Lotte's arms clasped tightly around his chest, the rubber cock securely implanted in his ass.
"Now bounce," Lotte instructed.
"Bounce?" he cried.
"Now you must bounce up and down on my cock. Trust me, mein Herr!"
"Oh, I trust you, my dear. It's just that I don't trust that big motherfucker you've got rammed up my ass!"
Nevertheless, he did as his lovely teacher suggested. She had never told him wrongly yet. As he began to bounce up and down on the waterbed, raising and lowering himself on the rubber piston, Lotte grabbed his cock with her hand and commenced to jerk him off. She timed her masturbatory movements with his bouncing, so that she pulled up on his prick while his ass was going down on the dildo. Then as he raised himself off the penile spike her tight fist slid hard down the length of his cock.
She worked him like the pistons of an automobile engine, one of them always on the downward thrust and 'one of them always on the upward thrust. She could tell by his response that it was driving him crazy.
"Oh, my dear! My dear!" he cried.
Such exquisite pleasure could not endure for long. Soon Lotte felt the jism rising up his penile gourd. She wished her mouth could be there to catch it, but such bodily contortions were beyond her talents. And she did not want to pull the plug from his ass because that would selfishly destroy the uniqueness of his climax. Her pleasure would have to wait until later.
"I… am… COMING!" Norman groaned, arching his spine and throwing his head back against Lotte's shoulder, his eyes shut tightly and his teeth grinding together as the orgasmic spasms wracked his body.
Lotte buried the dildo all the way into his anus and jerked furiously on his prick. Slipping her free hand behind his ass and into the busy hollow of her crotch, she frantically massaged her clitty at the same time.
"Arrrgggh… " Norman groaned with ecstatic submission to the carnal pleasures that overwhelmed his senses. Lotte felt the hot jism pour out allover her hand as his body froze rigid, impaled on the seven inch spike that jutted from her pelvis, her other hand furiously whacking away at her swollen clitty.
Amidst the excitement of Norman's climax, it did not take Lotte long to reach her own. The thrill spread through her cunt, rose to a fever pitch, then subsided into a dull throb.
Lotte released her grip on Norman's cock and gingerly pushed her pelvis back from his buttocks, retracting the dildo from his ass without hurting him. When they were uncoupled, she let him fall back onto the waterbed in exhaustion and immediately went down on his prick. She sucked the limp appendage, trying to extract the last drops of spermy lubricant. His cock was still warm and its sausage-like texture made it excellent for chewing on. She felt the muscles in his thighs loosen and heard a relaxing sigh hiss from between piss lips as she nibbled and sucked away at his penis and gently massaged his balls.
"You make it all worth while, my dear," Norman said a while later. "I would gladly suffer any pain, any indignity, just for the thrill of your soothing caress when it was all over."
"That iss because I enjoy vat I do," Lotte replied. "I enjoy sex very much, mein Herr. If you had not noticed!"
"But that's not really it," Norman protested. "I teach philosophy at the university, so do not contradict me. I get enough of that from my students. "
"If I contradict you, it iss only because I luf to hear you speak!"
"If only my students felt that way! But as I was saying, my dear-the reason you are an unexcelled lover is not simply because you enjoy sex. That could be a very selfish pleasure. It is because you enjoy pleasing me so much. Sometimes I think you enjoy that more than you enjoy pleasing yourself!"
Lotte shrugged. "My greatest pleasure right now is to lick the Vaseline from your ass. If you would be so kind as to turn over, mein Herr."
Norman laughed and flipped over onto his stomach. Lotte spread his cheeks apart and saw the glistening ointment smeared around his puckered anus. She hoped to find a brownish fecal stain as well, but there was none. Beginning at the lower end of the perineum, she tickled the back of his scrotum with the tip of her tongue and let him squirm with pleasure for a moment. Then she fluttered her tongue upward along the perineum and into the narrow slit between his spread cheeks.
The Vaseline had a sweet candy taste that Lotte enjoyed. She licked his anus until the taste was gone, then pressed her lips around his bung hole and sucked as hard as she could. A slight Vaseline odor from the lining of his ass titillated her taste buds. She forced her tongue into the reamed hole about half an inch deep and licked the interior walls of his canal until her tongue was tired. Then she pulled it out, gave his crack one final dog lap, and said: "Now you may lick my ass, Herr Professor!"
"My dream come true!"
They changed positions. Lotte got on her knees and straddled his face. Leaning back on her hands, she lowered her ass until her buttocks were pressed against his open mouth. His tongue tickled her at first as it fluttered like a butterfly along the narrow crack between her cheeks. A shudder of delight passed through her body and made her ass wriggle. Norman's lascivious response was to grab her hips in his hands and press her asshole hard against the flat of his tongue. Even his nose was buried inside the cleft buttocks. Then with a stroking forward and backward movement of the head he began to nuzzle her crack, rooting it with his nose and mouth and chin.
"Mmmmmhmmmm," Lotte groaned. She pressed her ass down harder, until she was sitting on him with nearly her full weight. She began to counter his nuzzling with her own movements. As his face rooted her downward, toward her crotch, she thrust her hips backward. Then forward again as his face moved up her perineum to her bung hole. Sometimes she could feel his chin in her cunt, his tongue on her anus and his nose in her crack-all at the same time. It was like he was trying to imprint a face mask in the malleable flesh of her crotch.
Finally Norman began to poke at her ass hole with his tongue, testing it for resistance. At first the sphincter held its ground, refusing to spread. Lotte concentrated on relaxing her muscles to allow for an easier entry. She wanted to satisfy Norman's special craving for asses. She felt the tip of his snake-like tongue slither into the tight crack, spreading back the sentry muscle a, fraction of an inch. Slowly it burrowed deeper into her anal canal, stretching its length and wriggling around inside, searching out the fecal warehouse.
Lotte leaned forward on her palms so Norman could use his hands to spread her cheeks farther apart. While he worked on her ass, Lotte put his limp cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. The limber muscle uncoiled and thickened as she chewed on it. Soon its entire length was erected inside her esophagul funnel. It was exciting to feel Norman's appendages fucking her ass and throat at the same time. She wished he had a third plaything that she could slip inside her cunt.
His tongue was darting in and out of her ass hole, creating spastic contractions in her buttocks that even made her pussy start gasping. She slipped her hand into her crotch and rubbed her clitty. Her snatch was already moist and sensitive to the touch. She pinched the delicate clit and a spark of electricity ignited her nervous system. She pinched it a second time and her body shuddered. Her venereal muscles contracted with erogenous desire. She was primed for a major orgasm.
Everything must come at once, she told herself. First she concentrated on Norman's cock. Although erect and hard as an iron rod, the seminal fluids had not begun to pump yet. She tightened her mouth around his prick and chafed it hard with a frenzied bobbing action of the head. She felt the muscles tighten in Norman's thighs. His entire body seemed to stiffen beneath her as she worked him to a quick climax.
Soon the wells were pumping inside his shaft and Lotte began to rub her clitty again. Everything was coming together now. Norman was sucking her reamed ass hole, his cock was filling with a load of hot jism, and her cunt was igniting for an explosion. The way her thighs were spread and her sphincter loosened up, a good orgasm ought to spray Norman's tonsils with enough diarrheic slush to keep him happy for a while. A certain degree of bowel movement always occurs during a climax, but usually the sphincter tightens to hold it inside. But her sentry muscle was probably loose enough by now to emit a quick jet of fecal liquid. If not, he would certainly get a mouthful of acrid fart.
When Lotte felt the hot jism fill her mouth it was like a bomb had detonated inside her cunt. One thing ignited the other in a chain reaction of bodily functions. Fireworks exploded in her mind. Her cunt erupted with spurts of roiling foam. Her bowels quaked. Her flesh crawled with electric tinglers. A long susurrus-a moan of exquisite pleasure-caught her attention and held her fascinated, even after she realized the sound was coming from her own throat.
"A job well done," Norman said later. "I feel invigorated enough to contend with a classroom of contemptuous students and a houseful of wife-oh, for another week, at least. You are better than a health spa, my dear!"
"And I," Lotte said, sighing thankfully, "at least I haf gotten through the evening vidout picking up anymore bruises!"