Gwen asked, "Did you succeed in diminishing the God's phallus?"
"Well, it went away and came back, like. And I did feel something strange inside me. It wasn't very firm."
"Good! You've made a nice start. Now let me show you what control I have achieved."
She reached down off the platform to her left, brought back a product of Howard's workshop, a full-sized stiff cock made of creamy plastic. Gwen brought this instrument to her shaven pussy, and Susie gasped with astonishment on seeing that the mouth of her vagina was opening, forming a red circle as the head of the gadget neared it.
She tucked the head in and rested the shank on her feet, then returned her hands to the thumb-and-forefinger circle pose on her knees.
Gwen said, "My objective is perfect control of my vaginal sphincter. Watch."
The girl's belly tensed and her crotch seemed to tremble.
The phallus was moving in tiny jerks. Cuntal lips seemed to reach out for it. The instrument tilted, quivered, advanced as though pushing into Gwen's cunt.
She was sucking it in!
She had drawn a good four inches of stem up her hole.
Then, holding it there, she said calmly, "I can of course masturbate on it, even without clitoral stimulation. I have a long way to go but I can already bring myself through ten or twelve orgasms on a man's single ejaculation. My present goal is fifteen, about one a minute."
"Wow!" Susie gasped.
"The more I do, the prouder I am of my cunt. I have shaved it to show my pride. As a girl I suffered penis envy. My brothers were a proddy bunch of brutes who kept pushing me aside. I thought their pricks made them powerful, that somehow I had been mutilated, having only a slit between my legs. But through yoga I have learned to milk out a cock in less than a minute, when I choose to, or to keep my lover erect for a full hour."
As she spoke the phallus continued its advance into her vagina. Only an inch remained outside.
She said, "Susie, I have heard about your big clit. Please don't hide it. Be proud. Display it! Love it! It is you, and you are all you have."
"Well, see, it's not really huge. I have to press my lips open for anybody to see it. When it's soft it sort of curls up into my notch."
"Shaving would help."
Susie gulped. What would Brian say if he found her pussy hair shaved off?
Gwen's eyes had closed. The protruding end of the phallus was bobbing. Her breathing became shallow. A blush colored her throat and cheeks, then spread down over those grapefruit breasts and her nipples spiked out.
Susie watched her belly suck in, then bulge out, a movement in rhythm with the bobbing of the phallus end.
Susie had read fantastic stories of the Indian love disciplines, just as Gwen had spoken of. But it was not fantasy, for she had just seen a cunt suck a cock-like gadget right in, having had a grip on only the head. And the red ring of cuntal mouth still gulped at it and squeezed inward. Simply amazing!
Susie thought, Could I learn to do this?
She cried, "Gwen, you will teach me, won't you?"
The girl, red-faced, appeared to be cumming, yet she smiled and said with a fairly even voice, "A woman's power is between her legs. We learn to love our cunts through display and masturbation. Show me your clit, Susie."
Still kneeling, Susie spread her legs and drew up her skirt. She pressed her pussy lips but her clit was already in view, a horny pink length.
Gwen murmured, "When you have gotten into yoga I am sure you will want to shave the hair off so it can be seen like a drop of pale blood sneaking out of your lips. Why don't you pull it? We can cum together. Take your time, my control is quite good."
Hearing this, Susie unhitched her plastic and rubber gadget, and, expelling air from the bulb, wetted the trumpet-bell end and capped it on her clit.
She was becoming handier. Susie caught the nubbin in negative pressure and drew it out a full inch or more into the tube.
"It is beautiful," Gwen sighed. "I envy you that long pink thing!"
Pleased with herself, Susie worked the bulb rapidly, tugging and pushing the swollen clit, seeing it advance ever higher in the tube, and feeling it as an ecstatic pounding that fairly made her blood boil. Shave? Why not? Gazing at Gwen's open cunt, seeing the livid bump of her clit, the gaping inner lips, the ring of her hole sucking at the phallus, she thought it beautiful through the pride of Gwen's attitude toward it and tried to picture her own vulva shaven, her vertical mouth smiling redly at the world.
It was a little scary, but she was panting now, about to cum, and everything seemed possible.
She felt vaginal drool run out of her and down her legs.
Then she was off, crying out, "Now Gwen, oh my cum is bursting!"
The other smiled and nodded, still red-faced, saying, "Very well, I'll let go too."
The phallus was given a violent tug, another, then tilted up as Gwen's belly pulled in deep.
"Ah-hh!" she groaned, eyes closing, looking upward as her body, still in straight-backed triangular-balanced lotus seat, began quivering.
Susie's tongue lashed frantically at her fevered lips. As that big, hot bubble filled her belly she squeezed frantically at the bulb and stretched her clit out until she thought it would tear away.
The explosion made her shriek through the ecstasy of the orgasm.
Gwen was smiling, gazing placidly at the ceiling despite the tremors racking her body.
In the swing room Susie faced the big mirror, raised her skirt and studied the fluffy triangle of her pubic hair. She liked it. She thought it adorned her belly and pussy lips; all that brownish furriness! Her clit, still erect, peeked out. Without the hair it would look almost like a little finger. But she did wish she could try shaving, see what it was like, let the hair grow back in if she did not care for smooth pussy flesh.
She tied the clit sucker into the strand of yarn about her waist and started upstairs to introduce herself to Gwen's husband, Nick. Gwen had said he was at work in the art room.
She eyed the banister, caressed its smoothness, and abruptly realized why she had had the urge to slide down it on her pussy. Because of the horses. When she was twelve her parents had sent her after school to a riding academy. Horse-back riding was strictly snob, she had learned. Some parents said it kept young girls too busy to chase boys. But Susie had quickly learned the truth, that it was instant masturbation. She had hated horses but loved rubbing her pussy on the saddle. She soon learned that most of the girls at the academy had gotten their first cums from saddles. At the time she had been too ashamed of masturbating to finger her clit so she had stuck with horses after other girls had quit. She got a couple of cums during each half hour riding lesson, even with the instructor near at hand.
She would indeed like to mount the banister, but certainly it could not match her plastic and rubber gadget. Besides, she wanted to meet Nick.
She passed Howard's workshop. Gwen had said he was out selling insurance today. On the north side of the house, naturally, she found the art room. She knew about north light, which casts no shadows, from her high school art classes.
The room had a tilted drafting desk, a large table along one wall, an easel, and a man on hands and knees on the floor, painting on large sheets of paper. At first glance he appeared naked. At least his hairy ass was, and that was the part aimed at Susie. But then she saw the white elastic bands, and the white bulge between his legs.
He was wearing an athlete's jock strap. Hearing her, he looked up, and Susie saw a curly dark beard, a small nose, blue eyes behind glasses, the whole shaded by the brim of a baseball cap.
"Ah!" he cried. "Susie, the wood nymph!"
He sprang to his feet. He was stocky, short of leg, with a burly chest thickly furred with black hair. The crotch bulge of his jock strap looked simply giant, as though stuffed with much more than genitals.