Lotte shrugged. "My greatest pleasure right now is to lick the Vaseline from your ass. If you would be so kind as to turn over, mein Herr."
Norman laughed and flipped over onto his stomach. Lotte spread his cheeks apart and saw the glistening ointment smeared around his puckered anus. She hoped to find a brownish fecal stain as well, but there was none. Beginning at the lower end of the perineum, she tickled the back of his scrotum with the tip of her tongue and let him squirm with pleasure for a moment. Then she fluttered her tongue upward along the perineum and into the narrow slit between his spread cheeks.
The Vaseline had a sweet candy taste that Lotte enjoyed. She licked his anus until the taste was gone, then pressed her lips around his bung hole and sucked as hard as she could. A slight Vaseline odor from the lining of his ass titillated her taste buds. She forced her tongue into the reamed hole about half an inch deep and licked the interior walls of his canal until her tongue was tired. Then she pulled it out, gave his crack one final dog lap, and said: "Now you may lick my ass, Herr Professor!"
"My dream come true!"
They changed positions. Lotte got on her knees and straddled his face. Leaning back on her hands, she lowered her ass until her buttocks were pressed against his open mouth. His tongue tickled her at first as it fluttered like a butterfly along the narrow crack between her cheeks. A shudder of delight passed through her body and made her ass wriggle. Norman's lascivious response was to grab her hips in his hands and press her asshole hard against the flat of his tongue. Even his nose was buried inside the cleft buttocks. Then with a stroking forward and backward movement of the head he began to nuzzle her crack, rooting it with his nose and mouth and chin.
"Mmmmmhmmmm," Lotte groaned. She pressed her ass down harder, until she was sitting on him with nearly her full weight. She began to counter his nuzzling with her own movements. As his face rooted her downward, toward her crotch, she thrust her hips backward. Then forward again as his face moved up her perineum to her bung hole. Sometimes she could feel his chin in her cunt, his tongue on her anus and his nose in her crack-all at the same time. It was like he was trying to imprint a face mask in the malleable flesh of her crotch.
Finally Norman began to poke at her ass hole with his tongue, testing it for resistance. At first the sphincter held its ground, refusing to spread. Lotte concentrated on relaxing her muscles to allow for an easier entry. She wanted to satisfy Norman's special craving for asses. She felt the tip of his snake-like tongue slither into the tight crack, spreading back the sentry muscle a, fraction of an inch. Slowly it burrowed deeper into her anal canal, stretching its length and wriggling around inside, searching out the fecal warehouse.
Lotte leaned forward on her palms so Norman could use his hands to spread her cheeks farther apart. While he worked on her ass, Lotte put his limp cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. The limber muscle uncoiled and thickened as she chewed on it. Soon its entire length was erected inside her esophagul funnel. It was exciting to feel Norman's appendages fucking her ass and throat at the same time. She wished he had a third plaything that she could slip inside her cunt.
His tongue was darting in and out of her ass hole, creating spastic contractions in her buttocks that even made her pussy start gasping. She slipped her hand into her crotch and rubbed her clitty. Her snatch was already moist and sensitive to the touch. She pinched the delicate clit and a spark of electricity ignited her nervous system. She pinched it a second time and her body shuddered. Her venereal muscles contracted with erogenous desire. She was primed for a major orgasm.
Everything must come at once, she told herself. First she concentrated on Norman's cock. Although erect and hard as an iron rod, the seminal fluids had not begun to pump yet. She tightened her mouth around his prick and chafed it hard with a frenzied bobbing action of the head. She felt the muscles tighten in Norman's thighs. His entire body seemed to stiffen beneath her as she worked him to a quick climax.
Soon the wells were pumping inside his shaft and Lotte began to rub her clitty again. Everything was coming together now. Norman was sucking her reamed ass hole, his cock was filling with a load of hot jism, and her cunt was igniting for an explosion. The way her thighs were spread and her sphincter loosened up, a good orgasm ought to spray Norman's tonsils with enough diarrheic slush to keep him happy for a while. A certain degree of bowel movement always occurs during a climax, but usually the sphincter tightens to hold it inside. But her sentry muscle was probably loose enough by now to emit a quick jet of fecal liquid. If not, he would certainly get a mouthful of acrid fart.
When Lotte felt the hot jism fill her mouth it was like a bomb had detonated inside her cunt. One thing ignited the other in a chain reaction of bodily functions. Fireworks exploded in her mind. Her cunt erupted with spurts of roiling foam. Her bowels quaked. Her flesh crawled with electric tinglers. A long susurrus-a moan of exquisite pleasure-caught her attention and held her fascinated, even after she realized the sound was coming from her own throat.
"A job well done," Norman said later. "I feel invigorated enough to contend with a classroom of contemptuous students and a houseful of wife-oh, for another week, at least. You are better than a health spa, my dear!"
"And I," Lotte said, sighing thankfully, "at least I haf gotten through the evening vidout picking up anymore bruises!"
Chapter 6
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?"