"Patience, jackass, patience."
It was in about eight inches now. This was the point where he had to start maneuvering. To get it in any farther he had to position it in her rectal canal at just the proper angle.
"Now you let me do all the thrusting," he told her. "It's my show the rest of the way."
He put his hands on her hips and maneuvered her ass around on the shaft of his cock, trying to feel out an opening where he could inch his way in a little farther. It was a slow process and would have been tedious if not for the sexual excitement of his rigid prick pulsing with a heart-throb inside such a beautiful woman's equally beautiful ass.
"It tickles," Lotte said as he moved her ass around, constantly re-positioning it as he delved farther into her bowels.
"About another inch and a half and we've got it made," Paul told her. "Just hang in there, fraulein. We're gonna make it tonight. I might get my fuckin' balls in there after all!"
"Oh, I hope so! That would be such a vunderful thing, my darling!"
Paul had all of it in except the last inch, which was exceedingly stubborn. He dug around inside her from every comer and angle, but the room for that last small distance just wasn't there. No one in his right mind would think it possible to stick eleven inches up a woman's ass anyway. Even he would never have believed it possible if he had not been so close. Just one short inch! But where was the opening, the secret passageway to her bowels that would let him move that final triumphant distance?
"Eureka! I've found it!" he cried at last.
"Vunderbar!" Lotte gasped, feeling as though her ass was impaled on a spike. Which in reality it was, if eleven inches of rigid cock may be called a spike.
"Now fuck my shit, darling! Fuck it good!"
"I'll fuck it right into your throat," Paul said, beginning to slide his piston up and down. He worked it slowly at first, just three or four inches at a time. As his movements fell into an easy rhythm he pulled the shaft out farther and thrust it deeper. Soon Lotte was timed to his rhythm also, leaning forward as he pulled out, pushing herself toward him as he thrust it inside.
In a few minutes Paul was retracting the entire shaft, right up to his nipple shaped crown, then ramming the whole thing home again.
"Aaaiiieee!" Lotte cried with delight, and began to rattle off excited sentences in German.
During their previous sessions Paul had not been able to shaft her up to the hilt, so his thrusts had not been as deep. This was a new and unique experience for both of them. He could feel Lotte's sphincter muscle tighten on his cock like a vice each time he made a thrust. The blood began to surge through his prick in waves of rapture. So sensitized was the head of his slender dong that when it rammed against the walls of Lotte's bowels it seemed to explode with pain., He knew the milky come would soon gush forth and end his pleasure (momentarily, at least), but there was no way to stop it. Pleasure of this intensity always came to a quick end.
Lotte's ass ached from the torturous banging, but she did not wish for it to stop. The experience was unlike anything encountered before. She had been fucked in the ass many times by Paul and others, but nothing compared to this. She wished it to continue forever. Her mind spun dizzily from the pounding of his cock against the virginal walls of her bowels. She could feel the fucking deep inside her cunt-feel the shock waves ripple outward through her body, tingling every inch of flesh. She and Paul rocked together on the waterbed as in a small raft amidst the turbulent sea, enhancing the pleasure of their fuck.
"I'm coming," Paul said. "I can't hold It back any longer."
"Not vidout me," Lotte moaned. She began to massage her pussy. It was wet and mushy from her continual flow of body juices. She dug her fingers inside and clawed at the slippery walls. Her hand was small and feminine and she could force the whole thing inside dilated quim. While Paul fucked her ass, his long rod pumping toward a climax, Lotte drew her cunt toward an orgasm with her hand's grasping, clawing motion.
"I too am coming, mein Herr," she groaned, feeling Paul's hot jism begin to splash around inside her ass. Cunt and rectum seemed to ignite with a single flash of fire. The flames danced and crackled and lashed out at her flesh for long, endless seconds. Eternities could have flashed through Lotte's mind before the fires began to subside.
This is what heaven must be like, Lotte thought. Not lasting until the end of time, but quick joyous flashes of eternity, one after the other! Such a marvelous time you must be having, my Edward!
"Now ve must clean you up, Lotte said a while later.
Paul's cock was still semi-erected, perhaps eight fiches long. Lotte took it with both hands and began to pump it hard again. When it was standing tall and straight and hard once more, Paul lowered his head and gave himself a blow job while Lotte licked the lower shaftal area. She licked his sack and the inside of his thighs, then commenced to jerk him off again while he sucked on his prick's bullet shaped nozzle. Soon her fingers felt the pulsating throb in his seminal tract as the milky fluid began to gush upward toward Paul's suckling mouth.
"I vant some too," Lotte said, watching his adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed.
Finally he pulled his mouth away and the remaining gobs of hot jism poured down the shaft of. his gasping cock. Lotte licked it away, then put the head of his slender prick in her mouth to suck out the remaining traces of his bitter-sweet come.
"I can hardly wait 'til next week," Paul said with a fulfilled sigh.
And I can hardly wait for tomorrow, Lotte said to herself, thinking of Newberry's fat, black pound of flesh. For she could never be fulfilled, only momentarily satisfied-.and tomorrow, as always, was many hours away.
Chapter 3
Wednesday-Newberry's day. Lotte rang for Ilse, then pulled off her thin black negligee and hung it in the closet. She was stretched out naked on the waterbed when the maid entered a moment later.
"Yes, madam?" Ilse said, always attentive to her mistress' needs. She was young and pretty and a perfect companion for Lotte, who did not have many women friends. The fact that Ilse had saved her life when Lotte slashed her wrists after Edward's death created a bond between them that could never be broken. Lotte loved Ilse, and she was certain that Ilse loved her just as much.
"Bring the molasses, Ilse. I am in that mood today."
A knowing smile touched the maid's lips. "This must be Newberry's day, madam. I can always tell from the mood you are in. Last week it was the dildo you made me strap on."
"You are very perceptive, Ilse. Newberry puts very strange cravings in my head. But I luf them. That is vy I invite him to my chamber every week. "
"Very good, madam. I will bring you the molasses."
The dutiful maid left and returned quickly with a jar of molasses and a ladle from the kitchen.
"Good, Ilse. Now you do it yourself."
The maid seated herself on the edge of the waterbed and began to dip the ladle into the molasses.
"No," Lotte objected. "Vit your hands, Ilse. I vant to feel you caress my body vit your hands."
Ilse laughed. "It is not Saturday, madam. Though I wish it were, of course."
"Do not vorry, my darling. Saturday vill still belong to you."
"You are a wonderful mistress," Ilse said, dipping her fingers into the jar of molasses and beginning to massage Lotte's left breast.
"Vit both hands," Lotte said.
The obedient maid dipped her other hand in the molasses, then cupped one over each of her mistress' breasts. She massaged the beautiful fleshy mounds with loving expertise, taking her pleasure from the contented smile of her madam's lovely face.
"You haf vunderful hands, Ilse," Lotte told her with a dreamy voice, her eyes closed and her lips still curled into a smile. "Now massage my cunt, darling. "
"Yes, madam. With delight."