Sunday-Carnival Day. Everyone was in high spirits. The music was loud and raunchy and was supplemented by the tinkle of laughter and the constant buzz of happy conversation. Wine and liquor and champagne flowed in abundance from the cabinets of Lotte's fabulously stocked wet bar. All of her guests' clothing had been eagerly discarded upon arrival and appropriately hung in the closet.
This was the first time Lotte had congregated her harem and she was pleased that all of them got along so well together. Only Jung-Jung with his oriental in scrutiny and his infuriating manners-preferred to remain aloof. He sat in a corner with his pad and pen, feverishly taking notes on everything that was said and took place. He did bring his leather packet of pins however, Lotte noticed with wry amusement.
The other men conversed with each other excitedly and expressed open fascination for each other's bodies. This was the first time any of them had seen other naked males "in the flesh," so to speak, except in locker room situations where one was likely to get punched in the nose for commenting, jocularly or otherwise, on another man's genital area. Never had they been able to examine and discuss and touch men's "private" parts with such lack of fear or derision.
"You know I've never seen anything so extraordinary!" Norman said, unable to take his eyes off Paul's semi-erected eight inches of skinny cock. "You say it grows to eleven inches?"
"Yeah, he's a real monster all right," Paul said. "It used to scare the hell out of me when I was in high school, 'cause I thought it never was going to stop growin'. But then when I reached my full height in my senior year he got up to eleven inches and just sort of hung in there ever since."
"Is that leben inches all the time?" Newberry asked with a chuckle. "Or jus' when Lotte hums it?"
"I think Lotte could make it grow another inch or two sure 'nough. Specially when she starts squeezing it with those ass muscles of hers. But the old boy's always good for eleven inches at least."
Norman studied it while he sipped his drink. Finally he blurted out, "You don't mind if I just touch it, do you?"
"Hell no. You can even suck it if you want to. Course you're not as good lookin' as Lotte"-he winked at his hostess, who was seated on a stool behind the bar acting as bartender for the evening and listening to the conversation with rapt amusement-"but the old boy ain't proud."
Norman rubbed his fingers along the shaft of the cock, feeling it wriggle and lift its head.
"He's awful polite, you'll notice," Paul said. "He always stands up when he shakes hands."
In a few moments the slender reed had erected to its full eleven inches. Norman could feel the warm blood pulsing through it.
"Amazing!" he said. "It's hard as steel. Doesn't it hurt when it gets that hard and starts throbbing?"
"It sure does," Paul agreed. "It hurts right now, in fact. I'm going to have to jerk it off, unless someone wants to do it for me."
"How bouts Lotte doin' it," Newberry suggested. "Then while she's doin' that me 'n Norm'll get ars to hurtin' too!"
"Splendid idea!" Norman seconded. "I can feel the pain coming on already!"
Indeed, both men's cocks, had begun to rouse from their lethargy with this dramatic turn of the conversation.
"Ach, I must do everything!" Lotte said with mock disgust. "It iss my party and I prefer to be entertained by my guests. Vhy don't the three of you suck each other off and I vill vatch? You are not afraid, are you?"
"My dear, you have now made it impossible for us to refuse," Norman said. "Okay guys, let's gather our stools around."
Taking Norman's lead they scooted their stools closer together so that they were in a tight little threesome, then Norman-trying to be diplomatic in case Paul might have an racial aversion to black meat-leaned down into Newberry's lap and took the fleshy cock in his mouth. Newberry followed his example and began to suck on Paul's long spike. Finally the basketball player took Norman's six inches of throbbing prick between his teeth.
The men seemed to take to their roles as cocksuckers. Of course Norman had been sucking his since puberty, so the only thing new to him was the fact that he had a new one to suck for a change. Newberry, on the other hand, was a different story. Before meeting Lotte he would have committed murder before submitting himself to the humiliation of giving anyone a blow-job. But Lotte had tamed him with love and taught him that masculinity is a biological gender, not a state of macho mentality. Now he sucked Paul's prick with as much gusto and lack of inhibition as Norman sucked his own.
Lotte could not watch sexual activity of any kind without her cuntal juices starting to flow. She began to finger massage the inside of her pussy, stirring them up even more. She seriously considered shafting herself with the neck of a champagne bottle, something she had never done before. (Not that it had never occurred to her, only that it had never been necessary.) But seeing how much pleasure the men were taking in going down on each other, she became anxious to join in on the fun.
"Let me know who iss coming first," she said. "I vant to eat your cream pudding. Just a show of hands vhen you are ready, please. You need not stop sucking on my account!"
A moment later Norman's hand shot up.
"He's all yours," Paul said, lifting his head and licking his lips. "You better hurry, though. She's about to blow!"
Lotte no sooner clamped her mouth around Norman's prick than she felt the first warm splash of mucus against her palate. Half a dozen salvos of bitter-sweet jism slushed down her throat before it stopped coming. She milked the quickly shriveling cock with her hand, squeezing the last drops onto her tongue, lapped them into her mouth, and raised her head just in time to see Newberry's hand fly up and start waving.
Norman quickly disengaged himself from his black friend's thick pound of flesh and Lotte went down on him with her voracious appetite. She held his throbbing prick tightly in her hands as his milky lubricant began to pour into her mouth in a steady stream of liquid heat. His did not spurt in clots as Norman's had. It flowed like syrup, filling Lotte's mouth with its acidy nectar. There was a taste of fermentation about Newberry's jism, as though it had come from the same vat as the whiskey he drank.
No sooner had Lotte lapped up the last of Newberry's milky brew than Paul said, "You better get on me fast, Miss Lotte. I'm bringin' in a gusher right now!"
She lunged for Paul's long penile tube too late. The first glob of sticky mucus splattered against her cheek. But she had her mouth over the nozzle by the time the second glob came spurting out. It took so long for the lubricant to make its way up his eleven inch shaft that there was a second or more between each gushing clot.
Lotte milked him dry with her hands, and when her tongue had flicked up the last watery drop of semen from his pee hole Norman handed her a glass of scotch and said, "Better take this chaser. All that masculine superiority you just drank is liable to go to your head. "
"Next time I vill leave all zee masculinity to you gentlemen. I am full up to here vit it." And she tapped her throat with her finger.
"What's the young fellow over there doing?" Norman asked, indicating Jung with a nod of the head.
"Look like he be writin' a book," Newberry said.
Lotte took a large swallow of the scotch and had to let her throat stop burning before replying. But at least the strong liquor killed the taste of jism in her mouth. She had never ingested it in such a quantity before, and didn't realize how acrid it was in large doses.
"Jung iss a psychology student at zee university," she said finally. "Perhaps you haf seen him, Herr Norman."
"There are twenty-seven thousand students on campus, my dear. Besides, I teach philosophy and not psychology. I am afraid your Jung is just part of the great unknown masses."
Lotte giggled. "He thinks ve are all crazy for enjoying sex. He has been trying to cure me for some time now. I am afraid he has not succeeded too good."
"Joining the madness is a strange way to affect a cure. Does he always strip down naked when treating you?"
"Always," Lotte said and everyone laughed.
"Do you think it would hurt his feelings if I asked to suck him off?" Norman asked.
"Zee only way to hurt his feelings is to take avay his notebook," Lotte said. "But leave him alone. He iss a gut boy. He vill join us vhen zee time is right."
"That sounds like you got somepin planned," Newberry said.
"Yeah," Paul chimed in. "What other parlor games have you got up your sleeve?"
Lotte looked down at her naked arms. "I haf no sleeve, mein Herr. I left zem in zee closet."
"So what's up your cunt then?" Paul amended. "You didn't just invite us here for the drinks and conversation. I know you better than that, Miss Lotte."
Lotte grinned slyly. "I haf a present for everyone. But that iss for later. Right now I am at your disposal. You may put anything up my cunt that you like."
"How bout eleven inches worth of cock?" Paul asked.
Lotte grinned and shrugged.
"And how about six good inches up your ass?" Norman suggested.
"'N hows about eight inches to chew on?" Newberry added.
"I am at your service," Lotte said. "Shall ve begin?"
"I've got a better idea," Paul said, his face beaming with his own ingenuity. "Why don't we play round robin? Everybody change positions after a few minutes?"
"Wonderful idea!" Norman agreed. "A very democratic proposition, my friend. That way no one is cheated."
"Don't talk politics," Newberry grumbled. "Jus' git on with it!"
Indeed, they were all eager to "git on with it." Paul got on the bottom. His prick was semi-flaccid by now, but that still left him with a good eight inches for Lotte to mount. She straddled his hips with her thighs and pressed her moist slit down over the head of slender dong.
"Now stick it in my ass," Lotte directed.
Norman was behind her on his knees. He reached between her thighs and wriggled his fingers inside her cunt, juicing them up with her vaginal lubricant. "I just want to slick down my cock so it will go in easier," he said, rubbing his prick with his slippery fingers. Finally he guided it to her brown ass hole, grabbed her hips with his hands and leaned into her buttocks, exerting a steady pressure with his pelvis. He felt the head of his prick force back the elastic sphincter and slip inside.
With Norman's dong securely imbedded in her ass, Lotte lowered herself down onto Paul's prick. She had to lean over his chest, supporting her weight on her hands. There was an incredible tightness in her crotch with the two cocks filling her twin holes, separated only by a thin tissue of muscle. She was anxious to begin the fucking and told Newberry: "Now my friend, put your big black cock in my mouth!"
"Riiiigh t on!" Newberry said, dropping to his knees and straddling Paul's neck. He held out his limp cock for Lotte, then released it when she got her mouth around it. She began to chew the soft meat of his black sausage and this signaled the others to begin. Paul arched his back and thrust his hips against Lotte's crotch, driving his narrow spike seven or eight inches into her wet quim. Then Norman started pumping his cock into her bowels.
Lotte felt her scalp prickle with heat and perspiration seemed to bead on her forehead as the two men pounded their nails into her excited body. It was exhilarating to feel both cocks hammering away at the thin membrane separating her bowels and vagina. She chewed on Newberry's cock with rapacious energy, feeling it stiffen and thicken in her mouth.
Using his own initiative, Newberry grabbed Lotte's flopping titties in his hands and began to massage them. He kneaded them with his strong fingers for a while, then pinched and twisted her nipples. She liked to play the game rough, so he knew she wouldn't mind.
"Say, buddy," Norman said between grunts as he thrust his hips against Lotte's cunt with a steady rhythm, "since you got your ass in my face anyway, how would you like to get it licked?"
"Long as you use your tongue 'n don't try it with you fists," the black man quipped.
"Just lower it a little bit so I can get to it."
Newberry lowered his black cheeks until he was almost sitting on Norman's mouth. Then he felt the white man's tongue begin to stroke the narrow slit between his large cheeks.
"All right, all right!" Newberry said.
After a few minutes Norman said, "If we are going to round robin I think we should do it now, before someone shoots his wad and spoils things."
"Okay with me," Newberry answered. "Ahm ready to take a crack at Miss Lotte's ass."
Lotte pulled her mouth away from the black man s throbbing prick. "Do it quick," she said. "It iss so vunderbar I do not vant to lose zee feeling!"
Everyone extricated their instruments and this time Newberry got on the bottom. Lotte straddled him, waited for Norman to slip his well-oiled piston inside her anal shaft, then lowered her juicy quim onto Newberry's fat sausage. Norman straddled the black man's neck, offered Lotte his prick and lowered his ass against the Negro's muscular tongue.
Lotte's tight ass had dried out Norman's cock and she had to juice it up with her saliva before her lips would slide along his shaft. It gave off a slight fecal odor, but she could not taste anything on it. Norman massaged her breasts and closed his eyes as he savored Newberry's moist, warm tongue slither along his perineum. Being tongued at one end and sucked at the other was like being in a sensual heaven.
Newberry's large cock and Paul's long reed banging her simultaneously set off rockets inside Lotte's cunt. She climaxed almost immediately. Her entire body quivered from the sensual fireworks. Even as the sparks faded away she could feel the next orgasm building and could hardly wait for the coming explosion.
"I think it's time to change," Paul said before long. "I feel the floodgates startin' to open!"
They changed positions again, this time Norman getting on the bottom. Newberry took up his position behind Lotte, one hand on her hip as he guided his thick cock to its destination with his other hand. He would have had difficulty getting it through her tight bung hole if Paul and Norman had not teamed it so well already. But the sphincter was loose and his cock was well juiced with her cuntal lubricant and it slipped inside with little trouble.
As Lotte chewed on the nozzle of Norman's long hose she caught a glimpse of Jung from the comer of her eye. He was leaning forward in his chair, watching the proceedings with rapt attention, the pad and pen in his hand completely forgotten. His face was filled with wan desire.
"Come and join us, Herr Jung," Lotte said. "There iss no better way to research your subject."
"Do as Romans do and you learn about Romans," Norman added.
Jung was hurrying across the room even as he made his explanations. His cock was already an inflamed iron rod.
"I don't ordinarily do this," Jung said, nervously adjusting his glasses. "But I suppose it will be good material for my treatise."
"Heavens, yes!" Norman teased. "It's also good exercise. And you know what Socrates said: A healthy mind and healthy body go hand in hand!"
The professorial sententiousness out of the way, Lotte directed her student to mount Newberry from the rear and fuck his ass as he was fucking hers. With everyone finally in position the melange of bodies looked something like this: Paul was on bottom fucking Lotte's cunt, Jung was on his knees against Newberry's buttocks, Newberry was doggie style against Lotte's ass, Lotte was straddling Paul's hips with his prick up her ass and Norman's cock in her mouth, and Norman was straddling Paul's neck on. his knees with the basketball player's tongue in his ass and the hot little German fraulein's teeth gnawing at his prick while he massaged her tits with his hands.
Lotte had already undergone three orgasms and her body was tiring. It was becoming harder to support herself on her arms, which she had to do in order to suck Norman's cock. When she felt the next orgasm building inside her cunt she released the throbbing dong she was chewing and said with breathless effort: "Norman vill count to thirty and ve shall all come together. Okay?"
The pace of everyone's fucking speeded up as Norman began to count. Each person had to judge how close to a climax he was and time his thrusts so they would speed up or prolong ejaculation until the count reached thirty.
Lotte's problem was two-fold. She had to restrain her own orgasm until the proper moment and try to work up a simultaneous climax in Norman. She did not worry, however. Since Norman was doing the counting he was in better control of his orgasm than anyone.
The activity among the conglomerate of bodies was feverish. Paul was thrusting a good nine inches of his slender prick into Lotte's juiced-up cunt. Her vaginal contractions grabbed his long rod and squeezed it like the wringer of an old style washing machine. Newberry was ramming his meaty cock up her ass so hard that his thighs slapped her buttocks with each thrust. His and Paul's prick seemed to bang their heads together inside Lotte's Siamese cavities with each pelvic lunge. The cries of sensuous pain echoed through every nerve of her body.
"… twenty-eight… twenty-nine… THIRTY!"
As Norman counted off the last seconds Lotte felt an eruption of hot lava fill her bowels. Her ass tightened around the inflamed puddle as though to smother it with her asbestos muscles and keep it from spreading. But immediately a second eruption spurted the liquid heat against the sensitive walls of her cunt. She felt as though her insides were burning up. The exquisite pain licked at her nerves like tongues of fire.
When the hot jism from Norman's throbbing cock splattered against the back of her throat it sent her into a frenzy of orgasmic ecstasy. It was the most sustained excitation of her nervous system that she had ever experienced. When she collapsed onto Paul's chest, emotionally and physically exhausted, she lay there for a long time before her senses returned to normal.
Newberry and Norman were already sitting at the bar sipping drinks when Lotte began to rouse from the aftermath of her orgasmic experience. Even Jung had found it necessary to refresh himself with a gin and 7-Up. Paul on the other hand was very content to lie beneath Lotte and cuddle her in his arms, his flaccid prick still curled up a good six inches inside her warm pussy.
"Are you two going to cuddle each other for the rest of the evening?" Norman called out from the bar. "What about that present you have for us, old girl?"
So it iss time for Ilse, Lotte told herself with a dreamy smile. I am anxious for this myself!
"Since everyone iss like anxious children at a birthday party, I vill haf your present brought in," Lotte told them. "I think you vill enjoy it very much, my friends!"
She rang the maid's bell and soon from the bedroom chambers Sanchez appeared escorting Ilse on his arm. Despite the obvious nervousness in her face and her tight grip on her escort's arm, she was the loveliest creature imaginable. There was nothing but rapt stares of disbelief from the assembled men.
Ilse was dressed in a silver translucent nightgown that seemed to shimmer with light as she walked. Her long, sun-drenched golden hair draped the sides of her face and flowed over her shoulders and down the front of her body like sensuous waterfalls. Her swells of copper breast were only partially and tantalizingly concealed behind the veil of gold and silver threads. Her ruby nipples glowed like the eyes of a pagan idol.
Indeed, she had the beauty and allure of a classic Greek Goddess. But the Venus di Milo or Botticelli's Venus Rising from the Sea were inadequate comparisons to the flesh and blood beauty of Ilse's ideal body. The fluffy tuft of golden threads that crowned her vulva and the creamy texture of her copper thighs were the incarnate dream of every man's desire.
Lotte allowed the stunned silence to endure for some time before finally announcing: "Gentlemen, I present you vit Ilse!"
She did not have to add The loveliest creature in the world because it was too obvious. The words would have been an unnecessary redundancy to what vision had already acknowledged.
"I will return to the kitchen and finish preparing supper," Sanchez said. He kissed Ilse on the cheek and left the room.
"Relax, my beauty!" Lotte said, going over to the maid and taking her warm, trembling hand. "We are all friends here. These men haf been my lovers for many veeks, as you know. In a moment they vill be your lovers too. You vill be as fond uf them as I am, Ilse!"
"I must say!" Norman responded. "You certainly have a taste for gifts, Miss Lotte!"
This was the first time he had called her "Miss" Lotte, apparently having picked up the appellative from Paul. It flattered her and she hoped the men would continue using it.
"Zee gift iss double," she told them. "You are also my gift to Ilse. She iss-Iet us say-a semicvirgin, having given herself only to one male lover. It was someone she luffed very much. But he iss gone and now she vishes to share her beauty vit others. Whom shall ve let un ress you, my dear?"
Ilse bit her lower lip as she gazed around at the eager faces. All of them were anxious merely to touch her fleshy beauty, not to mention ravish it. The desires showed so obviously in their expressions that they frightened Ilse and she told her mistress: "Perhaps you could do it yourself, madam."
Lotte laughed. "Of course, my beauty. It vill be my pleasure to unveil your magnificent body for my gutt friends!"
She slipped her hands under the maid's silky golden threads and spread the hair back over her shoulders so that all of it now hung down her back. This left her breasts more voluptuously visible beneath the gossamer material of her nightgown. She kissed Ilse on the cheek to reassure and calm her, then unloosened the sash around the waist of her gown. Four sets of eyes were fixed on the slow, deliberate movement of Lotte's hands as she pulled one of the shoulders of the loose gown down below Ilse's left breast, exposing its naked flesh to everyone's view.
"Now to whom do ve make a gift of this magnificent tiny?" Lotte asked, looking the men over. lung was so nervous with excitement that she could not help but give him the first touch of Ilse's body.
"Come, Her: lung. You may haf this gift. Come and caress Ilse's lufly titty vit your mouth!"
The young student's steps toward the gilt offering were tentative, as though he was fighting the instinct to run. But her beauty drew him slowly, steadily, like a magnet. His forehead was beaded with perspiration as he lowered his parched lips to Ilse's ruby nipple. Her body was bathed in such exotic perfume that its fragrance made him dizzy. He caressed her stiff nipple with his dry tongue, feeling it scrape against her sensitive flesh and send an icy shiver through her tense body.
Jung put his hands around the warm coppery breast and began to suckle the nipple, finally drawing the saliva from their glands with his oral suction and waxing lise's fleshy jewel with it. He sucked and chewed her erected nipple with increasing voraciousness, tasting the sumptuous perfume she had bathed in as it intermingled with his saliva-inhaling the juicy bouquet into his throat with the same effect as a pinch of cocaine.
Lotte pulled the gown down around Ilse's waist, exposing the twin of her voluptuous be-jeweled coppery breast. "And to whom shall ve gif this lufly titty?" she asked.
"I ain't partikler or greedy," Newberry said. "Paul here can have it!"
The men laughed. They knew Ilse could only be divided into two more parts, and each was voluptuously attractive. They could afford to be generous. And besides, it was exciting for the men to watch each other make love to the beautiful flesh goddess, envisioning themselves in their place and knowing that soon they would be. It titillated their desire to a fever pitch.
Paul laved Ilse's breast with saliva. He licked the entire bulbous mound until it glistened with his slick mucus. Then he began to chew on it with his teeth. He did not bite into her flesh hard enough to leave a mark-that would have been sacrilegious at this stage of the devotional-just hard enough to satisfy his carnal lust for the flesh idol. He saved her ruby nipple for last, feeling a spasm of excitement shoot through his nerves as Ilse responded to his chafing by pressing her breast harder against his mouth. He scraped his teeth along the full inch length of her blood-flushed digit, giving it a twist at the end that Ilse could feel all the way down to her excited pussy.
The maid stood with her legs spread, head lolling from side to side, her eyes closed and a dreamy smile playing about her lips as the two men continued to suckle her breasts. Meanwhile, Lotte pulled her gown the rest of the way down her body and let it drop in a pile around her feet.
"Now you may haf your pick," she told the two remaining men. She knew there would be no quarrel, since Norman preferred asses over any other part of the body and Newberry would rather eat Ilse's pussy.
Indeed, they took their respective places just as Lotte knew they would, and in a moment four mouths were sucking at the maid's luscious body like voracious leeches. Newberry went after the throat of her cunt with no preliminaries, no niceties of foreplay. He dropped to his knees, pressed his mouth to her slit and began to devour it with teeth and lips and tongue. Norman, on the other hand, took a slow and sensual approach to Ilse's ass, first licking every inch of her creamy-smooth buttocks and then butterfly flicking her perfumed crack as he kneaded her soft cheeks with his hands.
Lotte allowed the four men and their flesh goddess a few minutes more of their sensual delight before calling the initiation rites to a temporary conclusion. She knew Ilse was tired of standing, and no amount of erotic suckling would prevent her from collapsing with fatigue.
Finally she said, "Enough. Zee poor girl iss tired of standing. Let us finish on zee vaterbed!"
The men led Ilse into the bedroom, chatting casual conversation with her along the way:
– You are extraordinarily beautiful, my dear. Where has Miss Lotte been hiding you away?
– That is definately the best tastin' pussy I ever did sink my mouf into!
– You wouldn't want to go to the basketball game tomorrow night, would you? Get a chance to see the All-Star center in action?
– I am so flattered. You are just as nice as my mistress said.
– Beauty always tames the savage beast, my dear. You see before you a quartet of drooling, idolatrous pussycats.
When she was lying on the bed, legs splayed and the mouth of her golden cunt smeared with white foam, her ample mounds of breast rising and falling in quick succession from her excited breathing as she awaited the next act of her initiation ceremony, Lotte asked her, "Now what vould you like, my pet? Zee gentlemen vill do anything you desire? "
"I vant them to eat my pussy," Ilse said with a bashful smile, not even pausing to think. "And I will suck their cocks at the same time."
Lotte laughed. "The wounds uf your lost love are healing very quickly, my beauty!"
Paul was the first to get between her legs. He pressed her thighs up against her breasts and buried his mouth in her juicy slit. He lapped the white foam into his mouth and reamed her cunt with his tongue, sliding it along the inner walls of her vulva as far as it would reach.
While he was doing this, Newberry straddled her neck and dangled his scrotum above her mouth. She reached out with her pink tongue and tentatively licked it, unsure of what taste to expect from the Negro's tight black sack. When she discovered that it tasted no different than white flesh she began to stroke it more voluptuously. She laved it with her saliva and tried to get her mouth around it, but it was too large. She had to settle for sucking one ball at a time.
Finally Newberry scooted farther down so she could reach his cock with her mouth. She stroked the shaft with her tongue for a moment, then took his fleshy chocolate knob between her lips and began to massage it. She was acutely aware of Paul's mouth delving around in her cunt as she sucked Newberry off. His tongue was like a Fourth of July sparkler. Its flashes of heat lit up every nerve in her body. Each time her venereal muscles contracted she grasped Newberry's prick even tighter with her oral vice.
Ilse's orgasm came first. Her writhing thighs broke from Paul's grip and she tightened them around his neck, pressing his mouth into her hot quim as it coughed up cuntal juices with each vaginal spasm. She chewed on Newberry's thick cock with all the fury of her orgasm, sending the seminal fluid gushing up his shaft. It flowed into her mouth in such volume that she almost gagged on it. She pulled the prick out of her mouth and swallowed quickly a couple of times as the remainder of the black man's hot jism poured out onto her cheek and neck.
Jung scurried after a wash rag to clean away the sticky lubricant before he mounted her himself. Ilse grabbed his cock and thrust it into her mouth even before he got himself situated properly. She was gnawing on it hungrily by the time Norman started nuzzling her wet bush with his face. She was primed for an orgy by now. All the apprehension and nervousness she had felt earlier was gone. Her hips writhed in feverish abandon. She thrust her excited pussy against Norman's grasping mouth, grinding her clitty and labia into his teeth. And all the while she sucked and chewed Jung's throbbing prick, digging her long fingernails into his buttocks until he gasped with pain.
Her orgasm was much more ferocious than the first. Norman chewed her inflamed clitty to the quick as she encouraged him with her pelvic thrusts, never giving him a chance to let up. The throbbing pain in her cunt was excruciating. It was almost unbearable. Her body pitched around on the waterbed as though she was lying in a bed of hot coals. Jagged groans broke from her throat and her teeth clamped down on Jung's prick, cutting off his flow of jism and making him yelp with pain for the second time. When Ilse's grip finally loosened, the student's milky come splattered into her mouth and was swallowed with eager gulps.
When it was over with and they disengaged themselves, Jung was so moved by the experience that he quickly kissed the young beauty on her sticky lips.
"I think our bashful student has found luf," Lotte remarked. Jung's face paled with embarrassment. He removed his glasses and went to the bathroom to de-fog them with a piece of tissue.
"How bout you joinin' the fun," Newberry said to Lotte.
"Yes," Norman chimed in. "Let's give the poor girl a break. Four-on-one is a little bit hard to take after a while."
Lotte shrugged. "It iss Ilse's party. I vill do anything she vants."
Ilse smiled brightly from where she lay on the waterbed. "I would love to have my mistress join us. I have never had so much fun in my life!"
"I vill join you," Lotte said. "But first I vant Jung to perform his specialty. He seems very fond uf you, my beauty. It should be quite thrilling!"
"I am eager," Ilse replied, glancing at Jung with a shy smile.
This was enough to send the student scurrying after his leather needle packet. He was back in a moment and seated beside Ilse on the edge of the waterbed, spreading the cloth panels.
"I haf a better idea," Lotte said. "Let us leave Ilse and Jung alone for zee time being and zee rest of us vill make luf together!"
Jung's infatuation with Ilse and her fondness for his shy countenance were so obvious that everyone agreed to Lotte's suggestion and they went down on the carpet with her at the far end of the bedroom.
"You needn't be afraid," Jung said. "This doesn't hurt as much as a penicillin shot in the buttocks. Lotte finds it quite exhilarating, in fact."
"I know. She has told me," the maid answered. "I can hardly wait!"
"I do not usually get between Lotte's legs when I use the needles on her. But in this case… if you don't mind… "
Ilse's face blushed. She gave him a shy smile and said, "Perhaps… perhaps it would even be more exciting if you put your cock in me while you do it. "
"Good idea!" Jung said excitedly.
His prick was already erected, its muscles stretched hard and tight as it throbbed with a small pain, anxious for the release of an ejaculation. He got on top of Ilse and felt her body jerk with a sharp spasm as he entered her. She put her arms around him and squeezed him to her breasts. "It is all right," she said. "My clitty is still a little sore. That is all."
"You know, we don't have to do this," the young student said. "If you just want to fuck, it's all right with me."
"No!" Ilse protested, wriggling her hips and exciting his cock as she tightened her arms around him. "I want to. Do it to me now. I can hardly wait!"
Jung raised up and straddled her hips, his cock still embedded in her warm cunt. He took the first needle from its sheath and rubbed the underside of her left breast with his thumb.
"Does it feel numb?" he asked.
Ilse nodded, somewhat apprehensively.
Quickly, so she would have less time to become afraid, Jung drove the needle into her magnificent titty. Her body jerked, more from surprise than pain, and he felt the muscles in her pussy tighten around his cock. He grabbed her breasts in his hands and massaged them as he pumped his prick into her drooling quim.
"Arrgghh," Ilse groaned, thrusting back at him with her pelvis as he fucked her.
Following this procedure, the love-struck student inserted three needles about a quarter of an inch deep into each breast. He was perspiring heavily when it was over and even Ilse's neck and breasts glistened with dewy sweat. She smiled at him and reached out with her hand to caress his cheek.
"My mistress was right," she said through her heavy breathing, her luscious coppery mounds rising and falling sharply. "You are truly a master with needles, Herr Jung!"
"My name is John," he said with a quick grin as he began to massage her breasts. "Maybe you would like to go to a movie tomorrow night. I know where an old German classic with Peter Lorre is playing."
"I would love to," Ilse said. "I do not speak German, but I presume it has sub-titles."
"Of course. And I don't speak Chinese either, by the way!"
He stretched out on top of her again and they began to fuck. She held him tightly in her arms. With his chest pressed hard against her titties, each time he drove his prick deep inside her grasping pussy he also pushed the needles deeper into the muscular walls of her breasts. The simultaneous penetrations of her three most sensitive erogenous areas excited her to the point of delirium. The pain she felt was nothing compared to the ecstasy it produced.
They were already primed for an orgasm when they began fucking, so it was not long in coming. Ilse's strong, quick venereal contraction milked the fluid from Jung's prick and the two lovers shot off virtually simultaneously. They clung to each other even as the ecstasy ebbed, grinding their hips together in an effort to prolong the moment of ultimate intimacy when two bodies had suddenly become one.
"Parting is such sweet sorrow," Jung quoted as they finally extricated themselves from their fond embrace and he slipped his limp cock out of her loose vagina.
"In a little while perhaps we can fuck again," Ilse said. "I think I want to spend the whole night fucking!"
Jung thought he did too. He removed the needles from her breasts and put them away in his leather packet.
Lotte and the other three men were joined together on the carpet at the other end of the bedroom. She was sandwiched between Newberry and Norman, who were banging away at her ass and cunt, while she sucked on the first few inches of Paul's long stick. He was lying perpendicular to the other three, like the crossbar of a T.
It was several minutes before they disengaged themselves and noticed Ilse and her young lover sitting in the middle of the waterbed with their arms around each other, watching them.
"You are ready to join us now?" Lotte asked with a bright smile.
Jung looked at Ilse and whispered: "What about it?"
Ilse studied the question for a moment, then whispered back with quiet seriousness: "You will let me suck the jism from Newberry's big black prick? And fuck with Norman's? And take Paul's in my ass?"
Jung grinned and pulled her tighter against him. "As long as you will let me stick pins in Lotte's titties. And fuck her cunt. And eat her ass," he whispered in return, equally serious beneath his external smile. "And as long as we are still going to the movies tomorrow night."
"Of course," Ilse said with a wise smile. "The one thing has nothing to do with the other, does it?"
"Vunderbar!" Lotte cried with delight as the two young lovers took their places among the group. She took Ilse's cheeks gently between her palms and kissed her on the lips. "I luf you so much, my beauty," she said. "And you too, Herr Jung. All uf you. Now let us all luf each other again before Sanchez calls us to dinner!
"There iss no telling what delightful surprise he has prepared for us," she said with a sly grin.