Ilse positioned herself in the tub between Lotte's splayed legs, her own legs underneath her mistresses' and stretched out along her sides, then placed a second styrofoam pillow across her lap. Lotte raised her hips and scooted her buttocks onto the pillow. With her legs bent at the knees and flat-footed against the bottom of the tub, thighs wide apart, the mouth of her cunt was now angled upward and easily accessible.
"My own pleasure first?" Ilse asked.
"Of course."
Ilse lowered her mouth to her mistress' warm snatch and slowly, sensuously licked the outer surface of her labia. The delicate caresses filled Lotte with a soft, incandescent glow. She closed her eyes and just let the loving waves of delight play along the nerves of her body.
Ilse reamed the slit of her madam's vagina, gently sliding her tongue deeper along the smooth walls of her moist funnel. From time to time she would pucker her lips and inhale Lotte's succulent juices into her mouth, pausing at her task long enough to enjoy the fruity secretion's passage down her throat, then re-commence her delicate probing of Lotte's quiescent quim.
Gripping each labium between thumb and forefinger she tugged them apart and buried her mouth up to her cheeks inside her mistress' cunt. After letting her mouth fill with saliva, she forced a thick glob of the mucus onto the end of her tongue and let it drop into Lotte's gaping orifice. She did this for some time, then released the labia and allowed the mouth of her madam's cunt to spring shut. Ilse's abundant saliva bubbled from the narrow slit. Pressing her mouth against the venereal entry once more she sucked the secretions back into her own throat.
"I am finished," Ilse said somewhat breathlessly afterwards. "Now for the madam's pleasure."
"Yes, Ilse," Lotte said, coming out of her sensual drowsiness. "Do it to me now. I am anxious. "
As a starter, Ilse inserted the nozzle of the water massager a short way inside Lotte's pussy and turned on the cold water about half force. Her madam's body stiffened rigid with shock as the gushing coldness filled her quim. "Arrgg!" she groaned, slapping the bottom of the tub with the palms of her hands.
Ilse gradually turned up the hot water. She watched her mistress' body relax once more as the cold water was flushed from her quim. Despite the discomfort, Lotte demanded that she be shot with cold water first. It accentuated the warmth when the hot valve was turned on, and heightened her climax.
"Turn it up full force," Lotte said. "I am coming!"
Ilse turned both taps all the way to the right. Lotte's body jerked with the explosiveness of the full strength of water. She grabbed the hose from the maid's hand and began to fuck herself with it, pumping it deeper and deeper into her churning underground chasm. Her vaginal well was overflowing-as much water gushing out as she was pumping in. Her cunt was like a geyser shooting jets of hot water high into the air.
Lotte pumped the hose as fast as she could, her hips jerking in rapid synchronization. "Arrrr… I am coming, Ilse! I am… ahhhheeee COME… COMING!"
Her ejaculatory spasms reached a furious climax, then began to subside. She continued to purr and groan for a long time after Ilse turned the taps off and water trickled in a steady stream from the sensitized lips of her bloated quim.
While Lotte's quivering body gradually came down from her watery "high," Ilse made preparations for her mistress' next entertainment. She took the longest of the balloons and slipped its elastic mouth over the nozzle of the water massager. Holding it tightly in place, she turned the tap on so that a light trickle of water eventually filled the balloon to its full length. Then she carefully removed it from the nozzle of the massager and tied the end with two strong knots.
The balloon was about four inches in diameter and a foot or more in length. By properly squeezing it, however, Ilse could elongate it to make it thinner or compress it at one end to make it thicker. Even so, it was much too large to insert in Lotte's vagina without lubrication. For this reason Ilse smeared one end of it with Vaseline, then wiped her hand dean with a rag. If her hands were slippery she would not be able to hold on to the wriggling balloon.
"Are you ready, madam?"
"Yes," Lotte said, fully recovered from her watery orgasm and watching the faithful maid's preparations with keen anticipation. "Fill me vit your enormous balloon!"
Ilse inserted the knotted end of the red balloon so it would act as a French tickler and excite the membrane of her womb. She stroked the sides of the elastic penile instrument with a steady pressure of the fingers in order to elongate it and thus make it thinner. And simultaneously her hand gripped it tightly below the knotted end and created a round bulb of about two inches in diameter. While Lotte spread her labia apart to create a larger cuntal opening, Ilse slid the bulb inside her orifice.
With proper massaging of the balloon it slipped ever deeper into Lotte's vaginal funnel. When the penetration had reached six inches or more she could feel its heavy weight lying against the lower wall of her cunt and pressing against her anus. The temptation to squeeze it with her venereal muscles was overwhelming, but she fought it off. She might burst it now and ruin her climax later on.
Lotte concentrated solely on the relaxation of her muscles. It was important that she remain entirely limp and allow Ilse to do all the work. She tried to shift her mind away from the erotic sensations inside her pussy. Thinking of a movie she had been last week, she tried to recall it scene by scene, summoning to her memory as much of the dialogue and detail as she could. During a time like this she wished she had learned self-hypnosis. It would have made everything so much easier if she could have just given herself a post-hypnotic suggestion that would anesthetize her from the waist down with a snap of her fingers.
Even without hypnosis she performed her task well. Before she knew it Ilse was telling her, slightly giddy with the exhilaration of her effort: "It is completely inside, madam!"
Indeed, her venereal cavity suddenly felt bloated with pressure. The sensation was unlike anything a cock could produce. Whereas a thick penis like Newberry's might exert heavy pressure against the walls of the vagina, the water-filled balloon curled up inside her cunt pressed against every inch of the large cavity-against the vulnerable uterine membrane especially.
"Close your legs or I cannot hold it in!" Ilse instructed frantically. While she held the palm of her hand jammed up against the mouth of her mistress' pussy, trying to hold the wriggling balloon inside, Lotte crossed her legs over the maid's shoulders and clamped her thighs tightly against Ilse's hand, so it could not be extracted.
With the balloon securely entombed, Lotte began the vaginal contractions that would launch her into heavenly ecstasy. Each time she flexed her vaginal fist the balloon expanded somewhere and re-positioned itself inside her orifice, stunning her with wave after wave of erogenous delight.
The contractions came slowly at first, as Lotte had to make the conscious effort of tightening her muscles. As her ecstasy increased, however, the contractions became spontaneous. They fed off the constant inhalation and respiration of the balloon, just as the balloon's movements fed off of the continual chain of muscle spasms.
Before long Lotte was both captive and spectator to her body's involuntary reflexes. It was impossible to control the violent wrestling match inside her venereal arena. The combatants fought a gladiatorial battle to the death, and the only winner was their captive audience, Lotte, whose" excitement increased with every thudding blow.
"Wham!… Wham!… WHAM… WHAM!
Each cuntal spasm set off reverberations that set off the next and larger spasm, which created more intense reverberations. It was as though Lotte's small venereal world was being tom asunder by a chain of nuclear explosions. The' water-filled balloon crashed and tumbled wildly against the confining walls of its protean universe.