She said, while kissing and sucking Rita's creamy soft lips, "But I should do something here, help out. Pay my way."
"If you wish. You'll find work here, but first, you're becoming a sister to all of us and that's what counts. We're all family, you see." Then she nuzzled Susie's throat and whispered, "Darling, I so want to make love to you. But I have chores to finish. Would you meet me in the swing room in an hour?"
"Oh, yes!" Susie cried.
"Until then, go upstairs and find Howard in his workshop. And shortly Gwen will start her yoga session – you might join her."
Rita pushed away, grabbed her ukulele and sarong.
But before leaving she came and bent to Susie's breast, kissed each swollen nipple.
Then she was gone, leaving Susie with tears of joy in her eyes, fingering the hardened tips of her breasts.
Wearing her diaphanous blue tunic, one breast exposed, she went to the rooms where she had found such pleasure yesterday, to the swing room to greet the canary and the parakeet, to the library, empty now. She gazed fondly at the foot-stools where she and Phil had sat, he wearing pink panties. The thought of him wearing them, stretched to a tent by his erection, made her giggle. She also got a vaginal spasm from it, stood there pressing her pussy, remembering how she had climbed onto the horny tower of his prick.
Like wow!
Returning to the hall she found a stairway up, steep, with a hand-worn broad wooden banister. As she climbed she suppressed an urge to straddle the banister and slide down on her unclothed pussy.
What's happened to me? she thought.
Wondering, she continued on, tugging lightly at her exposed nipple, not sure why she was doing it except that it felt good. But she would have to meet Howard with a swollen breast tip. Well, teasing the stiff, rubbery peg did seem to fit the house, and she continued as she glanced into three bedrooms before she came to a small room where she heard a light metallic clattering, like a small tool dropped.
She looked in, saw a man with a huge, piratical black mustache standing at a work bench. He was tall and lean and wore a sarong, blue with orange flowers, maybe the one Rita had had on yesterday. From one ear hung a huge circlet of gold. The lobe was definitely pierced.
Dark eyes flashed at Susie. "Ah!" he cried. "Me lovely wood nymph, the sunshine girl! I'm Howard."
Susie smiled and went to him, mouth open to receive the ritual kiss. She got it good, a hard, long tongue in her mouth while a large hand cupped her buttock and brought her to him.
Then they parted, studying each other. The front of his sarong bulged out. Goodness, had he erected that fast?
He said, "Have a seat, Susie. I'll be done creating in a moment."
He pointed to a high, kitchen-type stool with a back. Susie climbed onto it and perched there watching Howard sandpaper what looked like a plastic tube. Facing him was a punch board from which hung dozens of small tools, pliers and drills and screwdrivers. The room had some shelves containing books on woodworking, electricity, metal crafts, plastics. And one shelf was cluttered with objects of most odd appearance. One was two plastic penises fitted together back to back. Susie blushed. A dildo! Several of the objects, she thought, had penile forms.
Howard said, "Phil told me so much about you, I'm surprised he didn't say how pretty your tits are. I guess he's an ass man, when you come right down to it."
He said this without looking at her, still sandpapering the plastic.
Susie did not know how to answer, so she just sat there blushing.
He said, "Phil and Rita and I talked about your big clit, Susie. I mean, the idea turned us on so I started thinking, what can I do about it."
Susie bit her lip, annoyed. Phil and she had discussed it while making love, quite another thing from Howard's clinical approach.
She said, "It's really kind of personal."
He paused in his work, frowned. "Susie, your attitude is negative, like being ashamed of something ugly. But Phil says it's a cute little horny thing about an inch long and as slick as a whistle. You got to be proud of what you are, flaunt your big clit and try to make it bigger yet, a heroic clit, a colossal clitoris."
"Bigger?" she gasped.
"Hopefully. Here, my gift to you." He turned and handed her the object he had been sanding smooth.
It was a plastic tube about four inches long with a rubber bulb on one end. The other end was flared like the bell of a trumpet.
"It's a clit sucker," Howard said.
Susie gaped at the thing in her hand. At last she said, "I don't – I mean it's for masturbating, isn't it? But I don't – not very often…"
The lie deepened her blush, and Howard was staring at her exposed right breast and licking his lips, and a tent had formed in his sarong. With a doctor she might handle the gadget without too much humiliation, but now she wished for a blanket to hide herself from head to toe.
Howard said mildly, "Rita and I are big on masturbation. Sometimes we just sit and watch each other do it, or maybe she jerks me off while I twiddle her pussy. The urge to just stick cock into cunt can be a cover-up, an avoidance of understanding the partner's sexuality. We also think we should masturbate alone, to come to terms with ourselves."
"Wow," Susie said. She could feel her clit swelling, eager to be inserted in the bell mouth of the clit sucker, but not here, goodness no!
He said, "You make me horny, Susie, and if I pull my wick it's a compliment to your sexiness. Right?"
As he spoke he drew aside the flap of his sarong, revealing a long, dark penis like a club standing out of his pubic ruff. He grasped it with his right hand and kneaded it, making the swollen head rise up and seem to writhe in pain.
It looked rather like her husband's cock, she thought, and his testicles appeared as bulgy-heavy, although overall, Howard was nowhere near Brian's hulking dimensions.
He began pulling it. Gazing at it, she gulped, looked down to the instrument in her hand. She felt decidedly uncomfortable.
She said, "Howard, it's awfully thoughtful of you to make this for me, but I'd want to try it out in private. See, I'm not as used to nakedness and such as you people are."
He nodded understanding. "That's what Rita said. Maybe you and she could experiment with the gadget. Though I'm eager to learn if it works properly."
He meant now. She watched him knead and pull his organ, noted how on each stroke he lifted his scrotum, then let it tumble back between his legs with his testicles jostling against each other and against his thighs. She had never seen a guy work his tool. But shortly her unease ebbed and she studied the action, fascinated, beginning to see the point of his argument that shared masturbation could be most instructive. Absorbed in watching she did not react to his hinted desire to see the clit sucker function.
She murmured, "Howard, you have a rather large penis, it seems to me, and you must be proud of it."
"Yes, but Rita says that Phil's does her just as well, because of the elasticity of cunts. That is, she can use whatever she gets, but more important the center of female ecstasy is the clit, and how much it gets squeezed and pulled during fucking is what brings orgasm. If I screw her from behind she often twiddles her clit at the same time."
"Goodness," Susie said, becoming quite interested in the conversation. She had always thought her clit was the key to her cums, though men seemed to think in vaginal terms. Maybe she had thought that way because of being oversized, but apparently she had been on the right track. And now she spoke her thoughts without quite realizing that she was giving voice. "I never had anything as good as Phil's thing inside me, and it's not big, so I thought – but really it's because Phil is so sweet – maybe his wearing a girl's panties helped – and I was riding him, which of course squeezed my clit – well, what do you think, Howard?"