La Suite by M. P. Franck

Even though she had selected the lowest level
of suction, her nipples were immediately drawn out, becoming longer
and fatter. She’d expected the suction to be like a vacuum cleaner,
but now she realized that Odile had left the pulsing function
switched on. Hard, then easier, hard again then less, just as if
someone had been sucking on her nipples, although nobody could have
possibly sucked as hard as this machine. The sensation made her
feel slightly faint. She turned the pump up a notch. Now, her
nipples were dark red with the extra blood flowing into them. She
stood it for as long as she could, then gratefully turned the pump
off and detached the cylinders.
    She looked down
at her nipples, which were much longer and fatter than she had
thought possible. She brushed a tentative fingertip over her right
breast. It was more sensitive, that was obvious. She touched the
nipple, and jumped.
    “Ouf,” she said
out loud. “So this is what I looked like with Vivienne.”
    She examined
herself from various angles in the mirrors. Her nipples were
disproportionate to the modest size of her bust. She wasn’t sure
whether she liked what she was seeing. She would need to think
about how she looked and felt when she got home. She sat back down,
detached the double cylinders from the tubing and looked for a
single, slightly larger one.
    Now she was
ready to experiment as she had really intended all along. Wasn’t
that why she’d chosen to come wearing a skirt? She hadn’t admitted
as much when she was deciding what to wear, but she refused to fool
herself now.
    She sat back on
the sofa and slid the skirt up to the top of her thighs. Should she
take her knickers off or just slide them to one side? She hesitated
for a moment, then pulled them down and off. Odile knew why Gaëlle
was in the toy room in general terms, so why pretend?
    It was never a
problem to find her clitoris. Jérôme had always said it peeped when
she was turned on, and right now was no exception. She chose what
she hoped was a suitable cylinder and fitted it over the hood, her
stomach lurching when she inadvertently brushed the tip of her
exposed clitoris in the process. It was already engorged, just from
thinking about what she was doing to herself. She held the cylinder
in place while she connected the tube that would link her to the
pump. So far so good, she thought. She reached across and flicked
the switch. She was glad that she’d remembered to start gently, as
the suction was already strong. She peered down over her belly and
rucked-up skirt. Her clitoris was being drawn into the cylinder.
The sight made her heart race, and the extra blood drawn into her
clitoris was making it throb.
    She swallowed,
hard, and that simple action produced a twitch in the exposed
clitoris. Wanting to catch her breath, Gaëlle turned off the pump.
She was expecting to see her clitoris retract and for the tension
she was feeling in it to be relaxed, but there was no reduction in
the suction. The seal held, and her clitoris remained swollen and
pulsating. She panicked, grabbing for the transparent tube that
connected her to the pump. It came free, but still the vacuum
gripped her clitoris. She remembered that there was a valve to
release. She reached down to free herself, but then, by an effort
of will, drew her hand away. She lay back again and tried to calm
herself down, so she could observe her body objectively.
    The little
cylinder was sticking out from the cleft of her sex almost like an
imitation penis. Her clitoris half-filled the cylinder, turning its
transparency pink. She felt a contraction in her vagina, and again
the cylinder twitched. Tentatively, she reached down and dabbed at
it with a finger, as she had done so often to Jérôme’s erect penis.
An immediate wave of pleasure swept through her and she groaned.
She dared herself to touch it again. This time, she took the
cylinder between finger and thumb and pulled on it very, very
gently, as if masturbating a