Saturday-Ilse's Day. Lotte pulled the cord that rang the bell that called for Ilse. In two minutes the maid entered her bedroom carrying a breakfast tray.
"Good morning, madam. You had a pleasant evening, I hope."
Lotte propped up her back against the headboard of the waterbed with her pillows and Ilse extended the legs of the breakfast tray and placed it across her lap.
"Gutt morgen, Ilse. It vas a fine evening vit Herr Norman. And how vas yours?"
"I went to a movie, madam. Not a very good one, I am afraid."
Lotte took a sip of orange juice. She smiled as she noticed that Ilse was naked inside her white uniform. She could see the maid's beautiful copper titties through the light material. Her nipples were like crowns of ruby surrounded by golden haloes. Her snatch was a fluff of bright yellow silk. It seemed to radiate with the sun's glow.
She is much more beautiful than I, Lotte thought. Perhaps she is the most beautiful woman I haf ever seen!
"I notice you haf not forgotten today is Saturday," Lotte said with amusement.
The maid's lovely cheeks suddenly flushed with rouge. "I could never forget that, madam. Saturday is all I wait for from week to week."
Lotte's smile faded. She looked at Ilse with grave concern. "You vorry me, my beauty. Vhy do you not go out vit men? Have you no interest in marriage? "
Ilse shrugged. "I suppose I will marry some day. You do not wish me to marry and leave your services, do you madam?"
"I vish you to be happy. In whatever vay you choose. But I do not understand how such a beautiful fraulein can be happy vidout men. Do you not like to fuck, Ilse?"
The poor maid chewed on her lower lip. She was becoming very uncomfortable with the conversation. "My most marvelous experience has been with a man. But that is over. He is gone away. Now I prefer to share my intimacy with you, madam."
Lotte sighed. She did not approve of Ilse's attitude. But this was not the time to argue. This was Saturday-Ilse's day-and she must do nothing to ruin it for her.
"Vhatever makes you happy, darling. I vill not spoil your Saturday."
Ilse beamed. "Do you wish anything else from the kitchen, madam?"
"No. I do not even vish this. Please take it avay, Ilse. I am not hungry this morning."
"Of course, madam."
She returned the breakfast tray to the kitchen. While she was gone, Lotte prepared the waterbed. She removed all of the covers and replaced them with a black satin sheet. Then she chose two different kinds of vibrators from her cabinet of sex aids and brought them over to the bed.
What she did not tell Ilse was that she anticipated this day each week almost as much as Ilse herself did. Ilse was the only one of her "harem" to whom she was drawn by a genuine emotional bind. She loved the beautiful servant deeply-as friend and concubine both. When she and Ilse shared their bodies she was not merely playing sex games, as with her other consorts. She was actually making love to the only person in the world-this world, anyway-whom she really loved.
When the lovely maid returned from the kitchen, Lotte motioned for her to sit beside her on the bed. Ilse complied eagerly, her face glowing with pleasure, and Lotte found herself engulfed in the most wonderful aura of rich perfume. It seemed to radiate from her entire body. She inhaled deeply, drawing the sweet bouquet into her lungs and nostrils. She could almost taste its succulent aroma on the fleshy palate of her tongue.
"Your perfume is exquisite," Lotte told her, cupping her soft cheeks between her hands. "It must acquire its flavor from your delicious body, Ilse. Let me taste it on your lips."
She drew Ilse's lovely face toward her and touched the golden lips with her own. The source of the perfume was truly her body. The luscious flavor of Ilse's moist lips filled her mistress with supreme desire. She traced their fleshy contour with her tongue, slowly and leisurely as her senses absorbed the various pleasures of the maid's intimate presence.
Lotte's naked breasts were lightly touching Ilse's nipples through the thin fabric of her summer uniform. Her palms and fingers gently caressed the maid's cheeks. Her nostrils inhaled the fragrance of her long yellow hair-so fresh and colorful it seemed to radiate light, as her body radiated heat and perfume. All of Lotte's senses were alive to the beauty and wonder of Ilse's body. She was consumed by desire for his magnificent creature. Awe-struck by the strength of her love.
Ilse must have felt similarly. Her breathing became harder as the kiss lingered on, her breasts swelling and pressing closer against her mistress' yielding flesh. Her tongue was the first to flick out between her parted teeth and caress Lotte's own serpentine lover. The entanglement of warm tongues brought their mouths together in wanton urgency. They made love to each other with lips and gums and teeth and tongue and saliva, clasped together in rapturous oral embrace.
Lotte, drew Ilse down to the bed. As the intensity of their love-making grew, she extricated her mouth from Ilse's and smothered her throat and neck with empassioned kisses. Everywhere she caressed the maid her moist tongue and lips left a coat of slick saliva. She licked the back of Ilse's ear, the lobe. She buried her tongue inside the ear's canal and reamed it hungrily. Her neck and the side of her face soon were covered with a thick coat of glossy saliva. Her copper colored flesh shined brightly as though it had just been waxed.
"I must have your body!" Lotte groaned, fumbling with the zipper in the back of Ilse's uniform. Finally she got it unzipped, clutched the shoulders of the dress in her hands and pulled it down to Ilse's waist as the maid eagerly wriggled her arms out of the sleeves. She was stunned momentarily by the sight of Ilse's incredible breasts. No matter how often she might look on them, the perfection of their contours and the ripeness of their texture and color left her breathless. They were awe-inspiring monuments to creation, Ilse's tits.
No one should be so beautiful, Lotte told herself, without the slightest jealousy or self-effacement. But thank God for Ilse and her magnificent titties. Because they are so wonderful to gaze upon and enjoy and love!
She caressed Ilse's breasts with her palms, gently at first as a wave of erogenous desire swept through her body. But she could not restrain herself for long and soon her fingers were digging into the fleshy mounds with ravenous urgency. Lotte's pussy was dribbling foam onto the front of Ilse's uniform where she straddled it with her thighs. Her crotch was pressed against her lover's snatch, separated only by the thin tissue of the dress. Her cuntal juices seeped through the material and moistened Ilse's golden tuft of silky threads. As Lotte massaged her breasts and plucked at her aroused nipples with her fingers, Ilse thrust her pussy against her mistress' quim with coital desire.
"Suck them!" Ilse instructed. "O, suck them! Let me feel your lips and tongue and teeth. Eat my wonderful titties. They are yours, my mistress!"
She grabbed Lotte around the back of the head and pulled her face down to the hollow between her breasts. Lotte pressed the warm mounds against her cheeks. She bathed her face in their intoxicating perfume. She squeezed the magnificent boobs between her palms and licked first one, then the other. She felt Ilse's body squirm beneath her with sensuous abandon. Her-long fingernails scraped at Lotte's shoulder blades.
Lotte took one of the ripe nipples in her mouth and lashed it with her tongue. She massaged the tit with all the strength in her fingers while her teeth chafed the rigid nipple, elongating it to three quarters of an inch. She sucked and chewed the ruby digit until Use cried: "No more! No more! Please!"
Instead of giving her other breast the same treatment, Lotte scooted down her body, licking her abdomen, navel-leaving a trail of shiny saliva from her breasts down to the indented slopes of her pelvis. She was too anxious to find the treasure hidden behind Ilse's golden bush to take time with her other breast.
Lotte grabbed handfuls of her lover's white uniform and pulled it down over the hips. Radiant silken threads glistened with cuntal dew a few inches below her face. Quickly she tore the dress off and threw it to the floor. Thrusting her hands against the back of lIse's thighs, she forced her knees up to her tits, held them there with her forearms, and buried her mouth like a hatchet in the maid's wet crotch.
Ilse's body juices perfumed Lotte's palate. Her tongue swam around in the cuntal reservoir like a delirious fish in a bottle of Chanel No.9. She licked her lover's labial beaches, bathed in the foaming spray that roiled from inside the turbulent venereal whirlpool. She pressed her mouth to Ilse's gasping slit and sucked the delicious juices into her own esophagul well.
"Straddle me!" Ilse cried. "I want to eat your cunt at the same time!"
Lotte eagerly changed positions. Ilse grabbed her buttocks and pulled her bushy snatch down to her ravenous mouth. She hungrily chewed on Lotte's labial meat and drank her fruity cuntal juices. Ilse was not as gentle with her mistress' quim as Lotte had been with hers. Because she saved herself all week for this singular moment, she anticipated it from day to day until her desires overwhelmed her. Now that the moment was here at last, her appetite was insatiable.
Lotte's snatch squirmed uncontrollably as the maid ate her out. She sat rigidly upright on Ilse's mouth as the rapturous convulsions inside her cunt overwhelmed her body. She fought back her orgasm for as long as possible. She wanted to let it build to a crescendo of intensity, then release the floodgate and be swept away with ecstasy. No man except Edward could eat her cunt and fill her with the same exquisite pleasure as Ilse. Because she loved no one as she loved her husband and her maid.
"Arrrgggghhhh," Lotte groaned, finding herself consumed within the dual fires of body and spirit, love and passion.
When her climax seemed imminent, she pulled back the labial folds around Ilse's swollen clitty and scraped the inflamed prong with her teeth. The maid's hips twisted and heaved with erotic pain. Lotte chewed on the clitty so she could bring her lover to a quick, feverish orgasm. The two women's runts exploded together. The intensity of their climax caused them both to jerk their heads back and shriek with heavenly ecstasy. Ilse's fingernails were like a hawk's talons as they dug into the tight knots of Lotte's buttocks.
Lotte French-kissed Ilse's pussy, caressing the pudendum's silky interior with loving strokes of her tongue. Apparently Ilse did not use birth control pills. Her quim spewed cuntal lubricant with the innocent abandon of a recent virgin. Lotte sucked up the white foam as though it were whipped cream. All the while she felt the sensuous fever in her own pussy sweep through her body in hot waves as IIse continued to ream her slit with tongue and gums.
When she noticed the maid's body begin to relax in the aftermath of her orgasm, Lotte sucked on her swollen ditty again. She wanted to give her love one more jolt of ecstasy before they moved onto something else. Almost immediately she felt Ilse's soft, creamy thighs tighten into knots. Her hips squirmed with erotic pain as Lotte chafed the ultra-sensitive ruby digit with her teeth.
"Enough!" Ilse cried as the second orgasm wracked her body and the touch of Lotte's teeth on her ditty became unbearable "I am sorry," Lotte apologized. "I did not mean to be so rough. It iss just that I luf your pussy so much."
"And I love yours," Ilse replied. She was breathing deeply, her heart palpitating rapidly against the heavy rise and fall of her breasts. "I become delirious with pleasure each time I touch your sweet pussy with my mouth, my mistress. You have no idea what it does to me."
"Yes I do," Lotte answered, gently stroking the inside of Ilse's smooth, coppery thigh. "I am filled vit the same thrill vhen I eat your vunderful pussy. It iss the vay I used to feel as I sucked my Edward's cock. I haf loved you and Edward more than anything in the world, my lufly Ilse."
Suddenly Ilse's eyes became red as tears welled up in them. She began to cry softly, her body shuddering with the inner torment of her weeping.
Lotte was quickly at her side, stroking her hair, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "Vhat iss the matter, my darling? I said nothing to offend you. Iss it my luf that makes you weep? I vill keep it in my heart if professing it hurts you so. I had no idea, my beauty."
"I am so ashamed!" IIse said, trying to choke back her sobs.
"Ashamed of vhat, IIse? I do not understand."
"I must tell you, my mistress. I cannot keep it to myself any longer. It tears my heart out when I hear you profess your love for me and I have committed this great sin against you!"
"Vhat are you talking about, my sweet? Vhat sin could you possibly haf committed against me? You are not capable of such a thing, Ilse."
"I do not mean to shame your memory of Edward," Ilse said, clasping her mistress' cheeks in her hands and staring at her with tear-stained eyes that seemed to beg forgiveness. "It was utterly my fault. I… I too fell in love with him. I enticed him. Please do not blame him for what he could not help!"
Lotte's mind reeled with the implications of Ilse's words. She became dizzy momentarily and had to close her eyes to keep the room from spinning. She felt as though she might become sick and faint into Ilse's arms.
"It happened only once," the loving maid said, tears flowing freely down the sides of her face now. She stroked Lotte's hair with the tips of her fingers. "Please forgive me. Do not let this tarnish your memory of Edward. He is the most wonderful man that I too have ever met. That is why I cannot bring myself to go with other men. Perhaps I have given my love to you because that is the closest I will ever get to Edward. But I will go away and never see you again my mistress, if only you can find it in your heart to forgive me!"
Lotte opened her eyes to the beautiful, tearful, tortured face that lay beneath her. It seemed so pitiful. The months she had lived with her secret knowledge eating away at her heart! Lotte felt herself swept away with compassion and love and tenderness. Nowhere in her soul could she find any hate or remorse. How could Ilse and Edward have sinned against her love for them? Their love for each other was a natural reflection of the deep bond of emotion that Lotte felt for both of them.
"O, my beautiful Ilse!" Lotte said softly. She leaned down and kissed the tears from her lover's eyes. "You haf given me great pleasure, my darling. It thrills me beyond measure to think that you and Edward loved each other. I luf both of you more deeply for knowing that you shared my luf. Now the three of us are truly entwined in a marriage of zee souls, my Ilse!"
The maid's defenses collapsed with another burst of sobs. This time she wept with tears of relief. Her mistress still loved her. She had lifted the heavy burden of guilt from her heart. No longer need she be ashamed of her love for Edward, or the physical expression that love had taken once so many months ago.
"Enough, Ilse," Lotte said. "Ve both should be happy today. Let me make you as happy as I am!" And with this she lowered her mouth to one of the maid's ruby nipples and caressed it with her tongue. A warm glow of pleasure filled her body as she imagined her darling Edward sucking this same honeyed jewel.
O, the delight Ilse must have given you, my husband, Lotte thought, vit her brightly shimmering opulent body and her voluptuous breasts crowned with a queen's jewels. Her treasure of gold between her soft creamy thighs, my Edward! How it must have titillated your magnificent cock! I do not blame you for loving Ilse, my darling. It would be hypocritical. She iss so nice and tender and loving and throughtful and generous, and Iluf her so much myself! Once again you please me, my darling husband!
From the great well of pleasure you haf given me, I can imagine how you must have delighted Ilse also, my sweet. Such rapture the touch of your mouth could bring to my titties! O, how I remember the hot flame of your tongue in my ass, darling Edward, the ecstasy of your proud cock in my pussy, and the heavenly orgasm of your warm come filling my insides! Are you vit me now, dear Edward, tasting this lufly nipple as I stroke it vit my tongue? I think you are, my darling. I vill let you enjoy her body again, Edward. You shall feel it and taste it along vit me, my luff
Soon she felt Ilse's hot body writhing beneath her as she ate the voluptuous breast with increasing passion, longing not only to fulfill her own intimate desires, but Edward's as well. She felt as though her body was a vessel in which her husband's presence resided. Through her he could experience the pleasure of Ilse's living flesh once again. Although she and Edward could not make love together, he could use her body to love Ilse, and Ilse could love the two of them in return, and so the chain was complete.
Lotte reached around on the waterbed until she found the prick shaped massager she had taken from the cabinet earlier. Flicking the switch that operated the battery, she touched the vibrating instrument to Ilse's wet pussy. The maid moaned with delight and splayed her thighs so Lotte could use it on her. She dug her heels into the waterbed and raised her pelvis, offering her liquid gold cunt to the tantalizing prong as Lotte caressed her labia and clitty with it.
"Mmmmmhmmmm," Ilse moaned as the erotic tingles rippled through her sensitive female organs.
When Lotte wrote circles on her inflamed clitty with the tip of the massager Ilse went wild. She clamped her thighs together and thrashed her hips from side to side, trying to shake off the burrowing intruder as it ground her orgasmic digit to the quick. Finally she slapped Lotte's hand away.
"I cannot stand it!" she cried. "It is like pouring salt in a wound, my clitty is so raw!"
"I vill fuck you then," Lotte said. "Close your eyes and imagine Edward's beautiful prick making luf to your pussy."
"There can be no comparison," Ilse said. "But I will try. Yes, fuck me, my' mistress. I want you to flick me while I remember Edward's love inside my body!"
Lotte reamed her pudendum with the vibrator. She moved it in a circular motion inside Ilse's pussy's mouth, churning up the gushing cuntal juices until they oozed from her quim in the form of a milky foam. Lotte's hand became covered with the white lubricant as she inched the vibrating prong farther into her lover's venereal well.
"Now straddle me," Ise instructed. "I want to eat your ass while I imagine Edward fucking me. That way all three of us can be making love together. "
"I was going to suggest it myself," Lotte replied eagerly. "It iss too bad ve did not think of this while Edward was still alive. How much pleasure ve haf missed, my beauty!"
She straddled Ilse's neck and felt the maid's hands grip her hips. She let Ilse position her ass against her mouth, then went about her own business of fucking the maid's juicy cunt with the vibrator. As she slid it back and forth inside the fleshy tunnel, wriggling it against the grasping muscular walls with each inward stroke, she felt the ticklish flutter of Ilse's tongue along the surface of her ass.
Lotte drew her lover toward a climax slowly, giving the maid a chance to fully enjoy the erotic pleasures of her ass. She felt Ilse wriggle a moist finger inside her bung hole, forcing it in all the way to the second joint. She fucked Lotte's ass hole with her finger as Lotte fucked her cunt with the vibrator.
After a while Ilse removed her finger from the reamed bung hole and slid her tongue into the small orifice. She pulled Lotte's ass down hard against her mouth, burying her face inside the soft cheeks of her mistress' buttocks, and thrust at the anal tunnel with all the strength she could get from her tongue. It forged a distance of an inch perhaps inside the tight sphincter and licked the inner flesh of Lotte's ass. She used slobber from her mouth to lubricate her tongue as it delved around inside her mistress' bowel cavity, creating a sensuous heat in the vicinity of Lotte's ass hole that quickly spread to her cunt.
"Massage my clitty," Lotte said. "I vant to come at zee same time you do, my beauty!"
Ilse rubbed her fingers through her mistress' labial folds until she got the erect ditty forked between them. Then she tightened their grip on the blood flushed organ and slid them back and forth along its inflamed sides. Meanwhile, she continued to delve into Lotte's ass hole with her serpentine tongue.
Lotte felt a quick orgasm building inside her throbbing ditty and began to work over Ilse's cunt with an expert manipulation of the vibrator. Soon she felt the maid's pelvis thrustinga against the hand held penile shaft with feverish abandon, her vaginal muscles grasping at it with uncontrollable spasms. She felt Ilse's ravenous mouth gnawing at her ass hole, her fingers frantically chafing her burning ditty to a peak of erotic pain.
The two lovers came simultaneously, their cunts exploding with twin bursts of rapture. Lotte's hand was covered with white cuntal foam as she continued to stroke Ilse's gasping quim. When she felt the maid's venereal convulsions settle into the soothing wake of her orgasmic experience, she removed the vibrator and went down on Ilse with her mouth. As she did, she re-positioned her hips so that now her snatch was pressed against her lover's mouth instead of her ass.
While Lotte lapped up the white foam from Use's slit and its surrounding bush, she felt the juices being sucked out of her own pussy by the maid's oral vacuum. Ilse's appetite was ravenous when it came to eating quim or drinking venereal broth. Lotte had never seen anyone go at it so eagerly, or seem to enjoy it so much.
"You eat my cunt so good," Lotte told her later. "I could let you do it all night, I think."
Ilse was lying cuddled in her mistress' arms, her head resting in the hollow between Lotte's warm breasts. "It is only your cunt I love to eat," she said. "The thought of putting my mouth between another woman's legs is somewhat repulsive to me. It is only because I love you that I enjoy it."
"You have such strange ideas!" Lotte told her. "I know how you feel though, my pet. When Edward was still alive I vould haf been horrified at the thought of another man's cock in my pussy, or my tongue in somebody else's ass. But now I haf no such fears. One ass iss much like another, Ilse. Any man's cock gives pleasure."
"But you would not feel as you do if Edward was still alive," Ilse protested.
"Perhaps not. But vould it not haf been more pleasant if the three uf us had admitted our luf and enjoyed our bodies together vhen ve had the chance?"
Ilse thought for a moment. The implications of Lotte's words left her mind befuddled. Finally she answered: "But Edward still would have been your husband, so my love would have been incomplete. You would not want to share him with someone else all the time, and neither would I."
"I fear that you are right," Lotte admitted. "I vill share his memory vit you, but I think I vould have learned to hate you if I had to share his love vit you. Ve haf much to learn from each other, Use!"
Ilse was quiet for a moment. Then stifling back a sob she said, "But he is dead now, so we do not have to worry about it."
Lotte stroked the smooth contours of her back with the palm of her hand. She let it roam over Ilse's warm buttocks, then let her fingers drag through the cleft of her cheeks as she traced the spinal column back up to the maid's neck. Her hand paused there, massaging the back of Use's neck as she spoke.
"That iss the point, Use. Edward is dead. Vy waste your life in seclusion, avoiding other men. You vill end up a wrinkled, unhappy old woman. Or perhaps you vill try suicide, as I did. Either vay iss no good for such a beautiful sweet thing like yourself!"
"And do you not love me?" Use asked warily. Lotte had put so many ideas in her head that she did not know what to believe anymore.
"I luf you more than anything," Lotte said, squeezing her tightly. "But there are pleasures I cannot give you. And I cannot give myself to just one person any longer. That iss how I made my peace vit Edward's death. So your luf for me vill be just as incomplete as your luf for Edward."
She rolled Use onto her back and straddled her upside down, her elongated breasts hanging over the maid's face like ripe teats for milking. "Ve shall suck each other's breasts, my pet. I am only sorry I cannot offer you a pair as beautiful as your own."
Ilse giggled childishly. "If they were as big as mine, I could not get them in my mouth. I prefer your more… more dainty and feminine titties, my mistress."
Lotte giggled along with her. Their moods had brightened considerably since their conversation. Now they were like two young newly-pubescent girls experimenting with each other's bodies for the first time.
Lotte fluttered her tongue against one of Use's coppery, brightly sun polished nipples, feeling it harden noticeably as she caressed it with her butterfly licks. Soon it was the diameter of a dime and jutting almost an inch from its suntanned areole. She went down on it with her mouth and sucked the magnificent nipple as though it were a masculine genital.
Ach! If only you could lactate your milky jism into my throat, Lotte thought. Suddenly she remembered what she had told Ilse earlier-that there were many pleasures a woman's body could not offer another woman. Nevertheless, she savored the taste and aroma of her lover's erogenous flesh, which was still permeated somewhat with her rich body perfume-spiced, perhaps, with a bit of perspiration. Neither of their bodies was as freshly aromatic as when they began, but this just added to the erotic pleasure of their love making.
As Lotte suckled Ilse's breast she felt her playmate's lips tug at one of her own nipples, stretching the malleable titty into the shape of a pointed ice cream cone as she pulled it down. As she stretched this one with her mouth, Ilse simultaneously took the other nipple between her fingers and elongated it also. When they would stretch no farther and slipped from her grasp, she repeated the procedure.
Lotte's nipples tingled with excitement. They were blood-flushed and tight as knots from the continual pinching. Taking her example from Ilse, she twisted the maid's right nipple between her thumb and forefinger as she continued to suck on the other one. Soon it was almost purple from the pinching Lotte gave it and as hard as a rock, its erection even greater than that of her left nipple.
As the two women stimulated each other's carnal desires with their playful love making, Ilse became more impassioned in her manipulation of her mistress' titties. She massaged one of them with a strong, almost violent kneading action of her fingers, digging her sharp nails into Lotte's soft flesh. The other breast she chewed on hungrily, as though she could not get enough of its succulent meat between her ravenous jaws.
The pain that shot through Lotte's breasts was like an aphrodesiac. She felt it all the way down to her cunt, where it was transformed into the most desirable kind of sensuality. Her pussy drooled with the eagerness to be penetrated-to have its sanctity violated by a savagely thrusting prick.
O, Ilse! Lotte told herself. You are beautiful and sweet enough for my love, but not man enough for my desire!
"Enough!" she said, pulling her mouth away from Ilse's breast. "Fuck me vit the vibrator, Ilse! Use both of them! Fuck my cunt vit one and massage my boobies vit the other!"
They rearranged themselves on the waterbed, Lotte stretching out supine and Ilse kneeling beside her with the two vibrators. Lotte was already digging into her wet cunt with her fingers by the time the maid was ready with the humming, dildo shaped massager.
"Fuck me quick!" her mistress said, spreading the mouth of her eager pussy with her fingers. She thrust her pelvis toward the vibrator as Ilse drove it inside her slippery funnel. She and the maid thrust together as the plastic dong pumped in and out of her excited quim.
The second massager was a different type. It was designed for use on the surface of the body and had two rotating cups that pummeled the body with sensuous throbs. A strap held it securely to Ilse's hand as she rubbed it over Lotte's breasts.
"Let me do it myself," Lotte said, taking the vibrant dildo from Ilse's hand and beginning to fuck herself with it.
Anticipating her mistress' next demand, she straddled Lotte's neck with her thighs and eagerly lowered her pussy on the already open and hungry mouth. Immediately she felt tongue and lips and teeth begin to devour her golden box, sending erogenous shock waves through her excited nervous system.
It was hard to concentrate on massaging her lover's titties with such feverish activity taking place between her thighs. All she could do was press the vibrator against Lotte's bulbous fleshy mounds with both hands and grind its pulsating discs into them, nearly flattening her mistress' malleable breasts with the strength of her pressure.
Her entire body seemed like it had been sandpapered down to the quick. It was raw and alive with sensuous desire. Her legs thrashed about on the waterbed with wild abandon as she pumped the tingling vibrator into her drooling pussy. Her pelvis squirmed with feverish rapacity, its spastic inner muscles trying to devour the battery-charged dong that filled its gnawing throat with such ecstasy. Even her upper torso and shoulders writhed in rapturous delight as Ilse's massager stunned her sensuous tits with currents of electricity. Inaudible groans quaked past her vocal cords as she chewed on the maid's juicy cuntal meat with ravenous appetite.
When the fireworks finally exploded inside her pussy it was like the Fourth of July. The rockets burst in her mind, hung suspended there for long seconds in myriad kaleidoscopic formations of brilliant color, then gradually faded from sight. In a moment only the exquisite memory remained. She continued to pump the vibrator in and out of her exhausted cunt but it merely chafed dully against her numbed vaginal muscles.
Ilse's pussy was still squirming and drooling its sweet juices into Lotte's mouth, working itself toward a climax. Since her own quim was played out for the moment, her mistress extracted the vibrator from her raw pussy and touched it to Ilse's back just between the shoulder blades. The startled maid's body stiffened with surprise. Lotte felt a shudder pass through her as she raked the tingling instrument up and down the length of her spine.
After the electric finger sensitized her back with its prickly scribbling, Ilse leaned forward eagerly as her mistress sought room to insert it between her deft buttocks. She re-positioned herself on Lotte's mouth, sliding her crotch back a little so that her ass hole was unobstructed. She dropped the massager on the bed and lay down on her lover's torso, resting her head atop Lotte's pillowy thighs as her obliging mistress stroked her perineum with the humming vibrator.
Lotte sucked on the bulbous inflamed ditty as she delved into her beautiful playmate's bung hole with the seven inch tingler. Every so often she caressed Ilse's drooling labia with the electric dong to make it slippery with cuntal juice, otherwise its inch and three-quarter thickness would never penetrate the narrow sphincter. She felt her maid's teeth sink into the flesh of her inner thighs each time a shock wave shuddered through her body from the vibrator's sensuous probing.
When the ass hole was reamed large enough, the plastic tingler slid in and out with ease. Ilse's buttocks were constricted into tight muscular knots and she continued to chew on Lotte's fleshy thighs as the vibrator electrified her bowel cavity. Her mistress drove the prickly dong into her ass with a quickening tempo as Ilse's gasping cuntal slit foretold of the coming orgasm.
The clitty Lotte sucked was like a hot pearl. It seared her lips and tongue. She drove the vibrator into Ilse's ass with a knife-like thrust as she felt the maid's body stiffen with orgasmic rigidity. Again and again she slashed into a maid's beautiful ass with the penile tingler, and each time she felt Ilse's jerk with a spasm of erotic pain. She sucked and tugged on the inflamed ditty, her face awash with the cuntal juice that spurted from her lover's gasping pussy with each venereal contraction.
"Ooooo!… Yahrrggrrrr!" Ilse cried, biting into her mistress' vulnerable thigh until Lotte cried out with delirious pain herself.
"So wonderful!" Ilse said, limp with exhaustion. She was sprawled out on the waterbed, legs splayed and arms askew. "I did not know sex could be so exciting!"
"You should do it vit somebody else," Lotte told her, still hoping to broaden her sexual horizon. "Others can treat you to experiences much different from mine. There iss great pleasure in variety, my sweet!"
"Perhaps I shall try," Ilse replied thoughtfully, more in answer to her own inner thoughts than to Lotte's comments. As she mused among silent daydreams, her fingers languidly and unconsciously stroked her pussy, as though it were a small fluffy kitten curled up between her thighs.
"I haf an idea!" Lotte said excitedly. "Ve shall haf a party! I vill invite my friends and gif everybody a present!"
"A present?" Use asked, puzzled.
"Yes, my beauty." Lotte grinned slyly. "You shall be zee present I vill give to them-and they vill be zee present I shall give to you!"
Ilse looked at her warily. The idea still frightened her, but she found herself drawn to it with a growing excitement. "And what will your present be?" she asked finally.
"Ach, my sweet pussy," Lotte cried. "My present iss in zee giving. Vat I gif, I shall receive!"