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While her body is put on display, no woman wants her image to be spoiled
by the presence of unsightly hair, and you can be confident that yours
will not be." Then, after removing the towel, Julie had Carrie lean over
the sink while she poured a generous pool into the hallow at the base of
her spine. Spreading the oil so that it covered Carrie, both front and
back, she continued massaging it until every drop had been absorbed into
Carrie's warm and receptive flesh. As a result, when Carrie straightened
up and looked at herself in the mirror, the body reflected there glowed
with a healthy succulence which she had never seen before.
While Carrie basked in narcissistic contemplation, Julie gathered her hair
so that it ran in a straight line down Carrie's back. Then, taking a brush
in each hand, Julie repeatedly brushed Carrie's mane with long strokes,
from the crown of her head all the way down to the narrows at her waist.
When she saw that Carrie's hair had acquired a radiance to match that of
her skin, Julie secured it with a band into a ponytail which fanned out
over her shoulder blades. Pleased by her work, Julie snuggled her front
against Carrie's back and whispered in her ear: "Your body has never been
more beautiful, and it is time for us to take pleasure in its beauty."
Leading Carrie back into the living room, Julie guided Carry to the center
of the room, where she had placed a small, circular rug surrounded by
three standing lamps. Placed at the center of the rug was an object whose
purpose needed little or no explanation. Mounted on a sturdy base was a
blunt, cylindrical prong. Clearly not intended to be a precise replica of
a human phallus, its design nonetheless left no doubt about its function.
When Julie brought her over to the rug, Carrie saw that the prong had a
subtle curve and was tapered, with a diameter of about two inches at its
widest and less than an inch at its narrowest. In addition, on closer
inspection, she realized that it was mounted in such a way that its height
could be adjusted by turning a knob at its base. Having thoroughly
examined the device, Carrie turned in disbelief to Julie.
"That's right Carrie, I am going to have you to spend some time with that
inside you. In order to prepare you to receive it, I want you to squat
with one foot on either side of the prong and the entrance to your vagina
resting on the bulb at its tip. When you are properly positioned, I will
bring you into blossom, and, as you open, I will expect you to lower
yourself, drawing the prong into your vagina until the bulb is resting
against your cervix. When you have swallowed as much of it as you can
hold, I will lower it enough for you to support your weight on your
haunches.
"At first you may experience some discomfort before your vagina learns to
accommodate its presence. However, after all its recent training, your
vagina should learn quickly and, when it has, you will be rewarded with a
delicious sense fullness."
Placing her hands on Carrie's shoulders, Julie guided Carrie into the
squatting position which she had prescribed. Then, after joining her on
the floor, Julie ran her hands along the tense muscles of Carrie's inner
thighs until they reached her crotch, where, after carefully parting the
pubic hair in the vicinity of her vagina, she began bringing Carrie into
blossoming. Unaccustomed to squatting for long periods, Carrie found it
difficult to respond to Julie was doing.
Nonetheless, when her labia spread and her clitoris swelled, she felt the
mouth of her vagina open and consume the bulb which had been waiting at
its entrance. Once the bulb had entered her, Carrie instincts took
command, enabling her vaginal muscles to draw the prong inside as she
lowered her body onto it. Upon encountering its widest section, she
hesitated, but Julie urged her on, saying that she had only a couple more
inches to go before her impalement would be complete. Then, when the bulb
finally reached her cervix and the walls of her vagina were fully
stretched, she lifted her head and stared into Julie face with a look of
wonder and a strong sense of accomplishment.
As soon as Julie was certain that the prong was embedded in Carrie as far
as it would go, she reached between Carrie's trembling thighs and lowered
the prong as Carrie folded her legs so that she could rest on her
haunches. Waiting until Carrie had found a comfortable position, Julie
then turned the knob a couple of turns back, saying "Having the bulb
pressed against your cervix will help you improve your posture," words
whose truth Carrie immediately understood. Indeed, only by keeping her
torso straight could she relieve the pressure that the prong exerted on
her uterus.
Nonetheless, Carrie soon discovered that, by flexing her internal muscles,
she could control and vary the stretching of her vagina in ways which sent
waves of excitement radiating through her body. For instance, by bearing
down with her abdominal muscles and tightening her hold on the prong, she
was able to discern how it had molded her vaginal walls in order to
accommodate its subtle curve. Seeing that Carrie was learning to enjoy her
impalement, Julie stood up and, after turning them on, adjusted the lamps
so that they shone on Carrie's body.
Taking a few steps back to get a better view, Julie told Carrie, "I want
you to imagine that your body is a piece clay which is suspended on a
stand in a sculpture studio and that am the sculptress who will mold and
shape it." She then disappeared behind the lights and returned with a pair
of small barbells, which she placed in Carrie's hands. "In order to bring
your body into relief, I want you to raise your arms and hold the barbells
above your head."
When Carrie had complied, Julie moved behind her to see the effect. With
her ponytail running straight down her spine, her rib cage tapering from
its widest at her shoulder blades to its narrowest at her waist, and her
hips sumptuously spread, Carrie presented Julie with a delicious image,
which was highlighted by the interplay between the light shining on her
oiled skin and the play of shadows on the contour of her ribcage and
waist. Kneeling behind her sculpture, Julie cupped Carrie's buttock in her
hands and let her fingers probe first their outer surface, then the
crevice which Carrie's position on her haunches left exposed, and finally
the tight ring of her anus.
When her fingers reached Carries anus, Julie felt her flinch, at which
point Julie said, "Don't be selfish. I too want to enjoy what is happening
down here. You may be a piece of clay, but you are a living piece of clay
which can, and must, respond to the touch of its sculptress. Each time you
renew your grip on the prong embedded in your vagina, the thin membrane
which separates your orifices transmits the contraction to your rectum,
and the ring around your anus tightens.
"Conversely, by stroking your anus, I can induce a contraction which
propagates to your vagina and causes it tighten around the prong. In fact,
by continuing to stimulate your anus, as I am now, I can help you to
prolong your contractions. You mustn't be embarrassed by the way that your
body responds. I can assure you that there is nothing more gratifying than
helping a woman succumb to her female instincts, especially when that
woman has a body which is as beautiful and responsive as yours is."
Like an artist unable to resist perfecting her own creation, Julie
continued caressing the back of Carrie's body with her fingers. Sometimes
she would massage Carrie's neck and shoulders, where the muscles were
tense from the effort of maintaining the barbells above her head.
Following Carrie's ribcage, she would run her hands along the soft flesh
covering the individual ribs until they reached the concave curve of
Carrie's waist, where she would give a gentle squeeze before returning to
the proffered buttock and its sensitive inner surfaces. Every time her
fingers visited Carrie's anus, Julie was enthralled by the visible
contractions which her teasing of the tight ring caused to ripple through
Carrie's pelvic region.
Much as Julie would have liked to continue indefinitely, after ten minutes
the arms of her living statue gave out. Taking the barbells from Carrie's
hands, Julie brought Carrie's arms down her sides until her hands came to
rest on her heels. In this position, Carrie's body assumed a graceful arc,
with her breasts riding high on her chest and her tummy tipped forward.
Besides the visible changes wrought by her change in position, Carrie was
distinctly aware of the changes which had occurred inside. Namely, when
her torso moved back, the prong in her vagina was forced forward,
stretching her vaginal walls in unaccustomed directions and pressing
against her abdominal muscles in a way which made her navel tingle.
Standing in front of Carrie's arched body, Julie encouraged Carrie to let
her drop head back so that she was staring at the ceiling and her ponytail
hung free in back. Pleased by the result, Julie stepped forward and placed
a hand on each of Carrie's flattened breasts.
"Does this position remind you of the time when I used the spatula on
these? I do, and I am sorely tempted to use it again. However, for
aesthetic reasons, I have decided against the spatula. Surely you also
remember how your breasts felt when I made you press them against the
broom-head. Well, this time it will not be the head of the broom and it
will not be you who is applying the pressure. Instead, it will be hair
brushes which visit them, and it will be I who applies the pressure."
Leaving Carrie on her perch, Julie once again disappeared. After what
seemed to Carrie quite a while, she reappeared. During her absence, Julie
had removed all her clothes, and when she rejoined Carrie and stood with
her belly pressed against the top of Carrie's head, Carrie's view of the
ceiling was interrupted by the cones of Julie's bare breasts. With a hair
brush in each hand, Julie bent over Carrie's upturned face and brought the
brush bristles gently down onto lower portion of Carrie's breasts.
"I am going to use these brushes to bring color to your breasts. During
your bath, your skin acquired a lovely pink hue. Now I want to highlight
your breasts by making them darker than the rest of your front. Stroking
them with these brushes will bring blood to their surface. I think that
you will find that, flattened the way they are, your breasts are
exquisitely sensitive and that, as blood flows into them, you will feel
them swell. When they have achieved the color and fullness I want them to
have, I will turn my attention to your tummy, which I can see is already
learning to cope with your visitor."
In the process of brushing Carrie's breast, Julie's own breasts bobbed
back and forth across Carrie's face, seemingly inviting Carrie to use her
mouth on them. Thus, when one of Julie's nipples grazed her lips, Carrie
caught it between her lips and sucked it deep into her mouth, where she
lathed it with her tongue. With her breast anchored by its nipple in
Carrie's mouth, after several minutes Julie succeeded in transforming the
color of Carrie's breasts from their usual pinkish white to a quiet livid
red. When they had achieved the color she wanted, Julie dropped the
brushes and replaced them with her hands, relishing the competing
sensations provided by the warmth emanating from the breasts she had been
persecuting and the sharp tugging on the breast she was allowing Carrie to
persecute. Still letting Carrie suckle her breast, Julie lowered her hands
further, until they were resting on Carrie's tautly drawn stomach.
Once there, she began palpating Carrie's abdomen, probing first deep into
her navel and then lower, into to muscles lying directly over her
distended vagina. After familiarizing herself with her target, Julie said,
"Carrie, I am going to use my fingers to help you move the prong inside
you. When I press my finger into your belly button, I want you to lower
yourself onto the prong until I can feel its head through your belly."
Attempting to oblige, Carrie absorbed the prong deeper into her body, only
stopping when she became concerned that she might tear the sheath in which
it was encased. "That's the girl, now just hold still while I manipulate
your navel so that the bulb opens the entrance to your uterus."
Never had Carrie experienced such deep penetration, and she marveled at
her body's capacity to accommodate the intrusion. At the same time, she
was staggered at the physical strain which the exercising of her internal
muscles imposed on her body but realized that, as sexually exciting as it
was, she could not achieve orgasm until her vagina was permitted to resume
a more relaxed position.
Thus, she was greatly relieved when Julie's fingers left her navel and
slid down her lower belly until they came to rest in the warm cavern of
her crotch. Guided by Julie's hands, Carrie tilted her pelvis to relieve
the pressure on her cervix, and, no sooner had she shifted the prong into
more comfortably in her vagina than Carrie's body responded instinctively.
Swaying back and forth, her body made love to the object lodged in its
depths while her mouth made love to the breast to which her mouth was
attached.
Free at last to release the tension which had been building ever since
Julie put her on the prong, Carrie sexual excitement quickly reached a
crescendo and engulfed her in an orgasm which continued unabated longer
than any other she had experienced.
End to a Weekend Visit: After Carrie's crisis began to recede, Julie
extracted her breast from Carrie's mouth, and, grabbing Carrie by her
armpits, helped her to extricate the prong from the flesh sheath in which
it had spent more than half an hour. Unsure that she could walk after her
ordeal, Carrie accepted Julie's help getting to the couch, where Julie had
her lie down.
After lifting Carrie's head so that it lay on a pillow, Julie, sitting by
Carrie's side, ran a soothing hand over the tummy which had been so sorely
tested and said how pleased she that their weekend had been such a
success.
"Carrie, you are a courageous girl. Even when the goal is sexual
gratification, it takes enormous courage to submit ones body to the sort
of experiences to which I have introduced yours during the last two days.
I think that you will discover that these experiences have been
life-altering. Namely, you now know the full potential of your female
anatomy. Your lower body will be sore for several days, but you should
find solace in your memories of the source of its soreness.
"In any case, this weekend is over. I am going to leave you here alone on
the couch with your belongings waiting for you on a chair. When you have
recovered sufficiently, you should put on your clothes and leave. In
violation of the usual proprieties of a hostess, I will not see you out.
Instead, I want you to depart on your own, and, after having had time to
assimilate and assess what we have done together, decide whether you want
to continue your education under my tutelage. I will await your decision."
After giving Carrie a chaste kiss on the forehead, Julie, without further
ado, got up and disappeared into her bedroom.
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