The effect on Lotte was maddening. Her entire body quaked and writhed, her arms thrashed against the walls of the tub. The sensuous bombs bursting in her cunt were of such intensity that she was afraid she could not stand it any longer.
I am dying, Ilse! It is tearing me apart, she screamed, but the words got scrambled in her throat and her only utterance was a prolonged "AhhhhhhhhHHHH!… "
To insist that she reached a climax would be false and irrelevant. The entire episode was a gigantic, prolonged climax, and suddenly it just ended. There was no explosion when the balloon burst, just a sudden release of pressure against her uterine wall and the cessation of battle. Like a chicken that continues to run around the yard after its neck has been wrung, for some time her vaginal muscles continued to grasp at the rubbery intruder it had already annihilated. But it was just the final burst of tension-the settling of nerves after the battle.
"Are you all right, madam?" Ilse asked with concern. "Had I not known better, I would have thought you were having epilepsy."
Lotte's breath came in pants and she could not reply immediately. She allowed Ilse to slip her hand from between her thighs and disengage her legs from around the maid's neck.
"You almost strangled me," Ilse said, gently stretching out her mistress' leg along the bottom of the tub. "We must devise a new position for this entertainment, I think. Are you certain you are well, madam?"
A thin smile flickered across Lotte's pale lips. "It is vunderbar, Use;' she said faintly. "Vunderbar."
"Good, madam. In this case I will extract the rubber."
Ilse inserted her fingers into Lotte's cunt and delved around until she found the balloon, then retrieved it. It had burst without fragmenting, as always.
Lotte's fatigue from his latest orgasmic experience worried Ilse. She thought it unwise for her mistress to continue with the next entertainment, which was surely the most dangerous. While relaxing Lotte with a leg massage she asked, "Would it be presumptuous to ask the madam if I could perform the next act on myself? It might prove an interesting variation to watch, since you have had it performed on yourself so many times."
"I know you, Ilse, " Lotte said with perceptive insight. "You are just frightened I vill hurt myself. But there iss nothing to fear, and to prove it I vill grant your vish. Except you vill not do it yourself. I vill assist you, as you haf always graciously assisted me. "
They eagerly reversed positions, this time lise's buttocks on the styrofoam pillow, thighs apart, cunt raised upward to Lotte's smiling lips.
"May I indulge my own pleasure first?" she asked the anxious maid.
"Of course, madam. My body is your willing slave."
"Few are as beautiful," Lotte said. "You could be a great star in pornographic films!"
"Tht is no doubt my eventual calling, madam."
"Enough, silly girl," Lotte said, pressing her mouth to Ilse's dribbling pussy. She licked the folds of her maid's tibia, inhaling the sweet tasting venereal juices into her throat, and all the while she was conscious of Ilse whispering "I love you, I love you" as she stroked Lotte's cheeks with her fingers. This touching show of affection aroused her passion and she began to stroke the maid's ditty with her tongue.
"Frig my ass, please," Ilse instructed. "I tingle allover when you frig my ass and bite my ditty at the same time."
Lotte exerted a quick pressure and inserted her finger into lise's tightly puckered bung hole. Then she inserted her thumb inside the cunt, and with a pinching motion of thumb and index finger managed to frig both orifices while her teeth gently tugged at Ilse's inflamed ditty. The maid's churning hips announced her approval.
"Mmmmmm," Ilse groaned. "Ahhhmmmmm. I am going to come very soon, I think!"
As the maid squirmed toward a climax, Lotte released her grip on the clitty and began to lap up the body wine Ilse's vaginal contractions were pumping up from her venereal well.
"Oh!… Oh!… Eat me!" the impassioned beauty cried, grabbing the back of Lotte's head and pressing her face harder into the matrix of her Clint. In continued flagrant abandonment of her servile position, she wrapped her thighs around Lotte's neck and shook her from side to. side with erotic gyrations of the hips. Her mistress sucked and chewed her cunt with the same wanton passion, unconcerned with social relationships. Great pussy cuts across any barrier of class and color.
"You are the most wonderful lover," Ilse said afterwards. "I can hardly wait for Saturday."
"Nor can I, Ilse. But lung vill be arriving soon. Ve must hurry now."
"I am ready," the maid said, somewhat apprehensively.
Lotte kissed her lightly on the cunt. "Do not vorry, Ilse. You vill find this pleasant beyond your dreams. "
"If you say so, madam."
Lotte looked over the collection of balloons. The elongated, penile type was the wrong shape for this entertainment. What she needed was the cherry type, which blew up into a large ball. Finding one, she inserted the air brush a short ways into its rubber mouth and taped it securely with cellophane tape.
"Spread your cunt, darling," Lotte said.
Ilse inserted the forefingers of each hand into her slit and pulled the lips apart. The round hole was pink and moist and about the size of a quarter. Lotte poked the balloon inside and told her to let go. The elastic mouth of fise's pussy snapped shut around the shaft of the air brush.
"Now I vill fill the balloon vit air and it vill carry you high into the clouds," Lotte said, almost as excited as if the balloon were inside her own quim. "Here vego, darling!"
Ilse felt the balloon wriggle to life as her mistress shot jets of air into it. The sensation was like a fetus growing inside the funnel of her vagina-but growing quickly, instantaneously, the way they do in time-lapse photography. The pressure against her venereal walls was becoming enormous. Her cuntal muscles were already titillated and beginning to contract of their own volition.
"Do not make it burst," Lotte instructed, watching the wild thrusts of fise's hips that lifted
her buttocks entirely off the styrofoam pillow. "You must control your spasms, Ilse. Caress the bubble gently vit the muscles of your pussy. If you explode the balloon you might injure yourself very much. "
"I am trying, but… it is most… difficult," Ilse sputtered, trying to overpower the convulsion that now controlled her body.
"Do not clamp your thighs together!" Lotte snapped. She grabbed the maid's knees and pushed them apart, then help them down almost to the bottom of the tub with the palms of her hands.
Gradually Ilse regained command of her muscles and the spasms of her hands.
Gradually Ilse regained command of her muscles and the spasms subsided into a slow, rhythmic gyration of the hips. Her face was a picture of angelic contentment-lips curled into a thin smile, cheeks flushed a rosy pink, lids half sheltering her eyes with a dreamlike veil.
Lotte felt shame for disturbing her. But it was almost time for lung and they would have to end this entertainment quickly.
"I vill fill the balloon a little more," she said quietly, "then release it. You vill enjoy this part most of all."
She released another jet of air into the swollen balloon and Ilse's body jerked with an involuntary spasm. Lotte shot her with two more jets of air and the maid's convulsions increased each time. The turmoil was beginning inside her again. There was little time now. If Lotte did not extract the air brush quickly, Ilse's uncontrollable muscle spasms would burst the balloon and possibly rupture the fragile membrane of her uterus.
Lottie twisted the air brush at an angle, so the mouth of the balloon was away from the exit slit of her vagina, then delved into the orifice with two fingers. Sliding the crotch of her fingers over the mouth of the balloon, she held it firmly while pulling at the air brush with her other hand. After a moment the cellophane tape binding the two objects together loosened its grip and she pulled the air brush free.