Lotte was rarely so clinical in her thoughts while having sex, but when the experience turned sour and the thrill was gone her mind often wandered over the mechanics of her performance, as an actor during a bad play might wonder how anyone could make such insipid lines sound believable. Maybe this was Jung's problem, she thought. Maybe the poor boy had never experienced the ecstasy of a good performance!
"… Subject hopes to acquire masculine characteristics by ingesting male hormones, as primitive tribesmen hoped to achieve greater virility by eating the internal organs of men they had slain… "
"Ach! Such nonsense!" Lotte suddenly spurted out. "You are crazy, Herr doktor. Do you not realize sex is merely an entertainment? The most thrilling entertainment of all? Analyzing it is like analyzing one's desire for chocolate ice cream!"
"I realize that is the common misconception," lung said haughtily. "But I am afraid it is not quite so simple as that. Every pleasure derives from a complex of instincts, urges and needs, both emotional and psychological. The forces of the libido that transform themselves into sexual energies are the most complicated of all these various complexes. This melange of complexual data is that I am studying in your case!"
Lotte slapped the pad and pen out of his hands like an angry, petulant child. They went skittering across the room. "I bring you here each veek to stick needles in my titties. It is the only thing you do vell in bed, my young friend, vit the possible exception of-sleep. Now proceed vit my entertainment or leave!"
Jung's face was blotched purple with humiliation and rage. He pulled off his glasses, reached for his handkerchief to wipe the lenses, realized he was naked, then quickly slipped the glasses back on.
"I will proceed in the name of science, not entertainment!" he proclaimed. "I suffer these indignities only because of my utter devotion to the truth!"
Lotte gripped her knockers in her hands and said, "I vant you to stick a hundred needles in each of these titties, Herr Doktor, and I vant you to stick a hundred more in my pussy! And that iss the truth!"
"I don't doubt it," lung said dryly.
Trying to hide the pain of his wounded ego, the psychology student took a needle from its sheath panel and studied Lotte's left breast, looking for the best spot to insert it. He rubbed his fingers over the purple bruises and asked, "Does the pain feel deep or shallow?"
"Deep, Herr Jung. I touch the poor titty anywhere and it thump thump thump vit pain."
"Hmmmm. In that case I think it best to put the needles in the nerve ganglia on the under side of the breast."
"If you say so, mein Herr."
He rubbed the area between her breast and rib plate with the edge of his hand for a moment and Lotte felt it grow numb, as though the nerves were being put to sleep.
"Now for the needle… "
He cupped her breast in his palm and pushed it up hard, stretching the muscles taut. Lotte felt the sharp point of the needle all the way down to her ditty as it penetrated flesh and muscle with one quick jolt of pain. Jung released her breast immediately and the muscles retracted, holding the needle firmly in their grip. All that remained of the pain was a slight throbbing sensation at the point of entry.
Jung took a second needle and repeated the procedure. His wounded ego seemed to heal itself as he became engrossed in his work. By the third and fourth needles he was like an excited child.
"It is going very well, I think. You have excellent muscle control, my dear Lotte!"
"Only my upstairs muscles, Herr Jung. Down stairs they are getting completely out of control!"
Indeed, her vaginal muscles were already beginning to contract feverishly with each prick of the needle. She could feel the succulent juices trickling down her perineum as they oozed from the slit of her gasping cunt. A few more needles and her vaginal pumps would be shooting up a geyser like Old Faithful.
Lotte's senses were becoming so aroused to the quick that she could hear the skin snap each time a needle penetrated. It wasn't necessary to cover her body with three hundred needles, as she had angrily instructed Jung to do. Just a few needles strategically placed in her breasts made every nerve in her body tingle with rapturous delight.
This is what they mean by the quick and the dead, Lotte told herself. You never realize how alive your senses can be until they are aroused from their daily slumber and hez:ghtened to the quick like this!
Finally Jung said, "Now for the other breast. I believe six needles in each ought to be sufficient."
"But first you must straddle my neck," Lotte ordered with a stubborn grin. "I vant to suck you off vile you stick my udder booby."
"Yes. Yes. If you insist," Jung replied, only slightly disgruntled. He was too excited by his work to protest. Perspiration beaded his forehead and he was continually removing his glasses to wipe the sweat from his brows. The needle treatment always made him very tense. It was a delicate, intricately skillful operation, and very demanding on his nerves.
It was also very sexually exhilarating, Lotte noticed with wry amusement. His cock always stood erect and throbbed with a purple hue during the course of his acupuncture cure. He would shoot off his wad whether she sucked him or not, so why let all of that good jism go to waste? Ironically, his brew of milky fluid always tasted terrific when he was hot and aroused by his handiwork with the needles.
Everybody is kinky some way, Lotte thought. Vit this one it iss needles. Sticking them in udder people, of course. How vould it be if I should stick them in his prick, I vunder? I shall haf to try it some time!
He straddled Lotte's neck and she wrapped her hand around the hard shaft of his cock. It was warm and alive inside her tight grip. She could feel its tiny heartbeat thumping against the soft pads of her fingers. A tremor of anticipation fluttered down her spine. She could hardly wait for the sting of the next needle. She pulled the rigid cock down to her mouth and licked its purplish crown. Her tongue and the inside of her mouth were dry. All of her internal fluids seemed to have drained to the lower parts of her body and were being pumped out of her cuntal reservoir like a geyser.
The first needle was like an electric shock. She heard and felt the skin snap as the sharp point entered her flesh and sliced into the pectoral muscle. Her breast felt as though an electronic dart had been shot into it. She could feel the sudden prick of pain instantaneously throughout her body. The muscles in her cunt broke into a flurry of erotic spasms, forcing a hot flow of bubbling juices up the shaft of her vagina.
Lotte tightened her grip on Jung's pulsing cock and shoved it into her mouth. It was like a hot branding iron against her dry palate. She sucked and chewed it feverishly until the sharp flashes of pain in her breast subsided into a dull, steady throb.
The next needle was just as painfully exhilarating, if not more so. Each time the electric flash lit up her incandescent flesh with its glowing tingle she chewed on Jung's cock as if it were hamburger to a starving dog. She could feel his jism surging through the pipeline. The next needle would send it gushing into her mouth-splashing against her throat like hot lava.
Here it comes, she thought. It's coming. I can feel it!
Jung must have timed the last needle to his own orgasm. Lotte felt the electric pain shoot through her sensitized flesh just as the jets of hot jism splashed into her mouth. Her entire body seemed aflame. Her cunt exploded with two, three, four bursts of fire. The conflagration crackled and hissed and roared within her and about her. She was dying phoenix-like, gestating in her own womb of flames.
Afterwards, they lay smoldering on the waterbed for some time as the fires dwindled inside their bodies. Jung was the first to rouse himself, perhaps feeling embarrassed by his display of carnal emotion. He extricated his flaccid penis from Lotte's quiescent mouth, lifted his leg over her head and sat up on the edge of the bed.