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Appreciating Carrie's need, Julie immediately complied. After gently removing the clip from Carrie's clitoris, Julie untied her from the bed and let her go to the bathroom, saying that she should take as much time as she wanted to freshen up. Having worn the clip for such a long time, Carrie's clitoris remained erect even after its release, and, as she headed for the bathroom, each step made her aware of its prominence.

Moreover, when, having relieved her bladder, she inspected herself in the bathroom mirror, she discovered that her clitoris was not hidden, as it was normally, by her labia but instead protruded slightly between them. Of course, this was only a visible confirmation of what she already knew: she had yielded to Julie complete control over her sexual apparatus, and her distended clitoris was just one more manifestation of that control.

Julie was not in the bedroom when Carrie returned. Calling to her from the living room, Julie told Carrie to join her there, where she found Julie standing in her negligee and waiting for her next to the low table on which the training of her tummy had taken place. Julie had placed a pillow in the center of the table and bade Carrie lie on the table with her bottom on the pillow and her bent knees spread. Giving Carrie time to make herself comfortable, Julie reached between her thighs and prized open her labia to fully expose the already erect stalk of her clitoris, which she then captured between the thumb and index finger of her right hand.

Without moving her hand but only modulating the pressure she was exerting, Julie quickly brought Carrie to the brink of orgasm before she suddenly released Carrie's clitoris, moved to the middle of the table, and took a seat next to the writhing body of which she had become the master. Then, putting a hand on either side of Carrie's anguished face, Julie leaned forward over Carrie's prone body and explained what lay in ahead.

"Carrie, my dear, I know that you have a desperate desire for release from the sexual tension in which I have kept you all night, and I promise you that your release will come. However, it is time for you to play a more active role. In the first place, your carefully prepared tummy has not been put under duress since our visit to the coffee shop, and it would be a shame to waste the effort which we put into its preparation.

"Secondly, except for the pleasure mine got out of being your blanket last night, it is only your body which has received attention. With these two considerations in mind, I have devised the following plan. I am going to place a rather hard cushion so that it sits on the little bulge just below your belly button. Then I will remove my negligee and, squatting over your body, seat myself on the cushion. It will give me a mildly sadistic pleasure to know that your stomach muscles are having to support my weight, which, because of the cushion, will be concentrated directly on the portion of your tummy which our preparations have left the most sore. Occasionally, I will lift part of my weight off your stomach by leaning forward, and when I do so, my breasts will graze against your face.

"I noticed your admiration of my breasts when they were bare, and I want to provide you the opportunity to get to know them more intimately. What you do with them is up to you: you are free to caress them with your hands or mouth or both, and I am confident that your sensual imagination will inspire you to give them great pleasure. In this way, your tummy and your sexual ingenuity will win you the release which you crave."

Without giving Carrie time to respond, Julie rose to her feet, fetched a horse hair filled cushion from where it sat on the couch, and placed it carefully on highest point on Carrie's otherwise flat belly. Satisfied with its position, she stepped back so that Carrie would have an unobstructed view and disrobed. Aware that Carrie's eyes were riveted on her every move, Julie stepped onto the table with a foot on opposite sides of Carrie's prone body, and slowly lowered herself onto the waiting pillow.

As it received more or more of Julie's weight, the unforgiving pillow sunk into the tummy on which it sat, forcing Carrie to contract her stomach muscles in order to continue breathing. Once she was sure that Carrie's stomach had learned to accommodate its burden, Julie increased Carrie's problems by pulling her legs forward until her feet rested in the cups provided by Carrie's armpits and even more of her weight was concentrated on her bottom.

Once again giving Carrie time to adjust, Julie then started rocking back and forth and from side to side, thereby exercising different portions of Carrie's rock hard stomach muscles and preventing them from becoming accustomed to the strain being imposed on them. After continuing in this way for several minutes, Julie relented and, as promised, after putting her knees back onto the table, leaned forward over Carrie's chest until her breasts straddled Carrie's nose and her nipples rested against Carrie's cheeks.

Grateful to have some of Julie's weight off of her tummy and fascinated by the presence of another woman's breasts in her face, Carrie brought her hands up to cup the soft cones of flesh presented to her. Having never before handled another woman's breasts, she began by positioning Julie's right breast so that she could inspect it in detail. Staring at the nipple and surrounding aureola, she was surprised to find herself moved by its beauty and delicacy.

She knew that a woman's breasts were her most admired adornments, but only now was she beginning to appreciate why. With Julie's already erect nipple at such close range, Carrie was amazed when she realized that her lips had puckered and that she felt an instinctive urge to draw the nipple between them and suck on it. Seeing no reason not to allow her instincts be her guide, she shifted both her hands to Julie's right breast and drew its nipple into her mouth. As she sucked, she used her fingers to collar the breast at its base and apply enough pressure to mold what had been a cone into a tight ball.

At the same time, she sucked the nipple deeper into her mouth until not only the nipple but the entire aureola had disappeared between her lips. Bringing her tongue into play, Carrie worried Julie's nipple and savored the smooth texture of its aureola, at times encompassing as much as half the ore through her lip covered teeth and tweaking its hard teat with her tongue. Of course, her activity did not go unnoticed by Julie, who was thoroughly enjoying what Carrie was doing to her breast.

On the other hand, much as Julie was excited by Carrie's suckling of her breast, she was determined that their roles not be reversed and that she be the one who was calling the shots. Thus, after letting her right breast enjoy Carrie's attentions for several minutes, she withdrew it from Carrie's mouth by straightening up and shifting her weight back onto the hard cushion beneath her bottom.

Appraising her right breast, Julie said, "Even though they are not yet fully developed, you have talents for giving sensual pleasure. Now that you have displayed those talents on my right breast, I will have you exercise them on my left breast. However, this time, I will hold myself up so that you will have to raise your head in order take my breast into your mouth. You have already learned to accept and enjoy pain in the pursuit of your own sexual gratification. Now you will experience the excitement which comes from enduring pain while providing sexual pleasure to someone else."

In keeping with her words, Julie bent forward just far enough that her left breast hung tantalizingly above Carrie's lips. Confronted by the enticing sight of Julie's swaying breast, Carrie began by running the pads of her fingers along its firm sides. Then, suddenly, she grasped the breast between her hands and lifted her head so that she could latch onto the nipple.

As soon as her head rose from the table, Carrie's stomach muscles, which were already hard as a board from fighting off the cushion, protested at the new obligations being forced on them. As a result, even as she struggled to resist the temptation to punish Julie's breast for the pain and frustration Julie was imposing on her, the treatment Carrie accorded Julie's left nipple was far less gentle than that which she had lavished on the right.

When Carrie's stomach muscles could no longer support her, she released Julie's nipple and fell back prone onto the table. Out of gratitude for her efforts, Julie leaned forward, bringing their bodies together while delving into Carrie's half open mouth with her tongue. While they remained in this intimate embrace, Julie assured Carrie that she would be soon receiving her reward, although she warned, "Your reward will still require your tummy to pay a price."

Pushing herself erect, Julie reversed directions. That is, she turned her back to Carrie's face and brought her legs up so that the outer surface of Carrie's bent legs were resting against the inner surface of her own thighs. In this position, most of her weight bore down directly on the hard pillow, pressing it mercilessly into Carrie's taut abdominal muscles.

Once she was sure that her bottom was applying maximum pressure, Julie spread Carrie's thighs enough to give herself ready access to her vulva. Nestling her breasts against Carrie's knees, Julie reached down and, after brushing aside the pubic hair hiding her target, used her fingers to open Carrie's labia and expose the still throbbing clitoris which lay between. Freeing the stalk of Carrie's clitoris from its protective hood, Julie cradled it between the fingers of her left hand and began stroking it with the fingers of her right.

In response, Carrie's clitoris swelled and became increasingly vulnerable, a fact of which Julie took full advantage. Still holding the stalk so that it could not retreat, Julie changed her tactics. Instead of stroking, she used her finger as a drum stick to rhythmically tap on the very tip of the erect stem over which she was now exercising total control.

Driven into sexual frenzy by what Julie was doing to her clitoris, Carrie writhed in frustration as she strove to reach orgasm. However, each time that they prepared for the onset of orgasm, her stomach muscles betrayed her by relaxing, allowing the pillow to penetrate painfully deep into her unprotected abdomen and forcing her muscles to counter by contracting. At the moment of climax, the female body wants to be receptive, a state which entails a relaxation of the abdomen so that her pelvis can spread and her vulva open. Denied the opportunity to make these preparations, Carrie's body was unable to achieve its goal.

After her third failed attempt to reach orgasm, Carrie vented her frustration on Julie, hammering with clenched fists on the bowed back draped over her knees. Undeterred, Julie not only continued her tapping but described to Carrie the details of how her body was responding to its torment. "You may be frustrated, but your clitoris seems to be enjoying what I am doing to it. By now it has grown to resemble the penis of baby boy. Each time I tap on its tip, the whole stalk bobs and protrudes further from its nest.

By the time you have achieved your orgasm, I suspect that your clitoris will remain erect for quite some time. In the meantime, you had better start learning how to keep your tummy hard even when you are in the throes of orgasm. In order to monitor your progress and better enjoy your struggles, I am going to remove the pillow so that I can feel your stretched muscles working directly against my bottom." So saying, Julie stopped her tapping long enough to remove the pillow and replace it with the hard points of bone at the bottom of her pelvis.

Rocking her hips back on the firm plane of Carrie's belly, Julie resumed her tapping. For Carrie, the replacement of the pillow by Julie's generously rounded buttock brought some relief. At the same time, it increased the sexual excitement of her predicament. Now her excruciatingly tight stomach muscles were being massaged by Julie's warm flesh as her clitoris bobbed in unison with the rhythmic beating it was receiving. Without her realizing it, Carrie's anger began to transform itself into resignation.

When this transformation was complete, she discovered that she was indeed mastering the lesson which Julie had set for her. Namely, by bearing down, she discovered that she could open her pelvis and vulva without lessening the tension in her abdomen. At first, the effort required to maintain this tension was sufficiently distracting to prevent her body from completing its preparations for orgasm.

However, with each successive attempt, she came closer to her goal and, after what seemed to her like hours, she was finally able to cross the threshold which had been eluding her, and, when she did so, her release of pent up sexual excitement was tremendous. Pivoting on her hips locked in place by Julie's weight, Carrie lifted her upper body until she could grasp Julie's shoulders and espalier her front against Julie's back.

Pressing her breasts into Julie's shoulder blades while planting kissing along base of Julie's neck, Carrie flexed her lower body in a way which widened her pelvis and opened her vulva without diminishing the tension in her abdominal muscles. Needless to say, the toll on Carrie's body was enormous, and she was grateful to feel Julie rise from her tummy as her final crescendo receded and happy to let herself wallow in the overwhelming sense of satisfaction and exhaustion which enveloped her.

Appreciating that Carrie would need time to recuperate, Julie put a pillow under her head, helped her lower her bent legs, and spread a light blanket over her recumbent form. Then, after smoothing her disheveled hair off Carrie's face, Julie planted a loving kiss on each of her eyes and tiptoed out of the living room.

Sunday Afternoon, Carrie Goes on Display: It was one in the afternoon when Carrie roused herself from the deep sleep into which she had fallen. Having had her stomach muscles put through such an arduous workout and having spent several hours on the unyielding surface of Julie's coffee table, she emitted a groan as her body complained in response to her initial attempt to rise. Hearing her groan, Julie returned to the living room and helped her up. Once Carrie was back on her feet, Julie guided to the bathroom, leaving her long enough to answer what had become an urgent call of nature before joining her there.

Finding Carrie leaning over the sink and staring at herself in the mirror, Julie seated herself on the rim of the tub and waited patiently for Carrie to turn around. When she did, Julie reached around Carrie's body and placed a firm hand on inviting mounds of Carrie's buttock. Gently squeezing the resilient flesh beneath her hands, Julie drew Carrie forward until she could rest her cheek against the swell of Carrie's belly.

After holding her in this position for a couple of minutes, Julie broached the topic in both their minds, namely: what would they do to bring their weekend together to an appropriate end. "Carrie, I believe that your visit has lived up to and, at times, exceeded expectations. You came here to learn about the pleasures which you can experience from the skillful manipulation of your body, and, with all due modesty, I trust you have found me to be as worthy a teacher as I have found you to be a worthy pupil.

"In the process, I have, at times, I have made considerable demands on your body, although, as I hope you will agree, you have been amply rewarded for your efforts. However, there is one aspect of your sexuality which we have not yet fully explored, and, in what remains of our weekend, I want to correct that omission. Namely, I want to teach you the pleasure of having your body admired while it is performing. In preparation for this experience, we will begin by having you take a soothing, hot bubble bath. This will not only relieve the tension left from your ordeal on the table but will increase your awareness of those portions of your body which I am going to have you put on display."

Without providing further details, Julie drew Carrie's bath and, when the tub was full, pored in a combination of bubble-bath and fragrant bath oils before inviting Carrie to indulge her sore muscles in its frothy warmth. After letting Carrie settle her body into a foam of bubbles, Julie announced that she would fetch them a snack which they could enjoy together while Carrie soaked.

During Julie's absence, Carrie ruminated on Julie's words while her body absorbed the comfort afforded by the pampering it was receiving. What Carrie was unable to imagine is how it was possible to display her body more blatantly than it already had been. After all, if it was public display which Julie intended, what did she have in mind if she was not satisfied by having her parade through town with her nipples held erect for the delectation every passerby. Similarly, if the display was to be of a more private nature, what could trump the display to which Julie had been treated during her two orgasms, both of which Julie had not only provoked but also witnessed in detail.

Even if Carrie had been somewhat sexually unsophisticated before Julie had expanded her horizons, she had never been a prude. In fact, ever since it bloomed during adolescence, her body had been a source of pride. On the other hand, she had limits, and she could not help fearing that Julie might break those limits. However, when Julie re-appeared with a plate of sandwiches and cups of coffee, Carrie's fears were replaced by the realization that she had not eaten for over twelve hours and that she was very hungry.

Thus, she devoured with gusto everything that Julie handed to her and was only sorry that there was not more. Knowing that Carrie's appetite had not been completely satisfied by her snack, Julie patted her wet tummy and told her that she would survive and that, for what was to come, it was essential that she not be bloated. Once they had finished eating, Julie moved the plates and cups out of harms way and removed her bathrobe. Then, kneeling with her front draped over the side of the tub, she took a large pumice stone from the soap dish and rubbed firmly over Carrie's body.

Carrie's skin having been thoroughly lubricated by the bath oils, the pumice glided smoothly as Julie guided it first along the sides of Carrie's neck, next over the mounds of her breasts and tummy, and then down both the insides and outsides of her legs.

When she had visited every inch of Carrie's front, Julie bad her turn over and kneel so that the pumice could be applied to her back and buttock. Other than the mildly itching sensation produced as the stone passed over her pink flesh, Carrie welcomed Julie's attentions and was more than willing to give Julie access to whatever portion of her body was being rubbed, even when Julie delved into her crotch and ran the pumice along her outer labia. When she put the pumice back into the soap dish, Julie asked Carrie to remain kneeling. Then, rising to arm herself with a scissors and safety razor from her medicine cabinet, she returned to the edge of the tub and carefully trimmed Carrie's pubic hair into an attractive frame for her vulva.

Embarrassing as Carrie found the trimming of her pubis, what Julie suppressed her urge to make Julie stop. However, what Julie did next brought Carrie to the brink of rebellion. Namely, after prizing apart the cheeks of Carrie's buttock, Julie began to remove the strands of hair in the crevice between and around the mouth of her anus. It was when Julie laid aside her scissors and applied the razor to the remaining stubble that Carrie lodged a complaint, but by that time Julie had completed her depilitation.

Blushing with embarrassment and anger at the indignity to which she had been subjected, Carrie rinsed off the areas on which Julie had been working and rose from the bath in which she had spent more than half an hour. When she got out of the tub and was standing on the bathmat, Julie wrapped her in a sumptuous towel and turned her so that she was facing the mirror. While she patted her dry, Julie commiserated with Carrie, saying "I realize that you are indignant about the liberties which I took with your body. However, I think that you will soon appreciate what I did.

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.