Gundam Ladies' Wing

"Yes mistress."

"And does Lisu have a moist and warm tongue?" asked the mistress, and Lisu, standing behind the mistress, cheekily poked her tongue out and waggled it around.

"Yes mistress."

"So there's no problem then. Enjoy! But remember don't get carried away, concentrate on the puzzles, not the pleasure."

Asui grimaced, but then felt bad and smiled wanly at Lisu, who gave a cheeky smile in return, and winked. Lisu must be a bit gay then, thought Asui.

Asui sat up on the stool, and - glancing around nervously - grabbed at the crotch of her leotard and pulled it to one side, exposing her neat and shaven pussy (she had thought to shave it the night before, in a moment of foresight. Given the amount of talk of sex around here - she had thought - I might end up having some, so I had better make myself nice.)

She noted the rest of the room had already started the puzzles. Seven girls sat on stools holding a notebook and a pen, glancing up at the puzzles on the whiteboard. Between each girl's thighs bobbed the head of another girl, each with their tounges running up and down the slits and clits of the girls doing the maths test. The room was quiet, but there was a strange tenor to the sound of breathing - tense and short, and the occassional slight whimper or vocalisation, betraying the cunnilingus that was going on between the pairs.

Lisu knelt down between Asui's legs and maneuvered her face close to Asui's crotch. The tip of her nose brushed upward along Asui's slit as she poked her tongue out and touched the underside of her partner's labia majora. Asui's pussy had two quite puffy outer lips, which were flesh coloured but becoming pink towards the middle. The outer lips largely obscured her clitoris, but her inner lips protruded down out of them back toward the vagina, in two little points about a centimetre exposed. Inside the outer lips, her clitoris was a short ridge with a partly exposed nub, and her inner lips were a powdery pink colour, running backward toward her vagina which started with a shallow indentation in which the fleshy walls of her inner space rested closed, but ready to be pushed open. Behind her vagina, a rough ridge ran up the centre of her crack to her small and largely uncoloured anus, while her buttocks were firm and accentuated - from behind - the convex curve of her pubic mound.

Lisu's tongue started to run up the outside of Asui's pussy a few times, and then Lisu started to gently press her tongue into Asui's slit, deeper each time, pushing aside the labia and searching for the clitoris. Asui gave a tiny gasp indicating when Lisu had found it, and Lisu proceeded to moisten her tongue more, and began a more concentrated licking up and down, side to side, and around Asui's rapidly sensitising clit.

Asui, at the same time, began to think about the puzzles. They were simple algebra, nothing too challenging and Asui knew she should be able to do them quickly. However, the sensation of Lisu between her legs distracted her almost instantly, and she found herself reading and re-reading the first puzzle question several times without understanding all the variables.

"I'm doing this exactly wrong, I think" she thought to herself. "My mind is blank to the puzzle, and completely aware of Lisu's tongue on my pleasure spot. I need to be blank to the pleasure, and totally aware of my mathematics."

Asui decided it would be best to take a moment to try do do the meditation thing, if that would help her get in the zone and avoid taking longer on the puzzles. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, then opened them and felt the world around her. She concentrated a moment on the whiteboard, then the sun through the window, the sounds and the smells of the room, and finally Lisu - who was doing an expert job on her nether reasons with an agile and continuously moist tongue.

Settling down, relaxing her muscles and clearing her mind, Asui felt the pleasure that Lisu was giving her but brought her eyes to rest on the first puzzle. Retaining her calmness, she was able to take in the whole problem, and rapidly proceeded to solve it, before taking another moment to stop, still herself, feel again the warm moist rubbing against her pleasure spot, and take in the next puzzle.

Finishing up the test not long after the rest of the class Asui lingered a moment before totalling up the time she had taken, in order to feel a few last brushes of tongue on pleasure-sensitive skin. Lisu had not brought her to orgasm, but it had been a nice feeling anyway. She tapped Lisu's forehead to indicate her to stop and Lisu stood up, grinning cheerily and wiping her mouth. Asui stood up too, and wiped a snail trail of vaginal juice that she had left from the vinyl seat with her hand, and pulled the crotch of her leotard back over her pussy.

Next it was Lisu's turn to take the test, and Asui's to be the pleasure-giver. Asui had never tasted another girl's pussy before, and she felt some trepidation, although the calm atmosphere of everyone in the room seemed to make what was going on strangely normal.

Asui knelt down as Lisu sat on the stool and contemplated Lisu's pussy as she placed her head between the thighs. Lisu's pussy featured much larger inner lips and smaller outer lips. Her labia minora formed a shape like orchid petals, drooping maybe two centimetres just in front of her vagina. Her clitoris hood was clearly visible, and looked beautiful from the front as it sat between the two parted labia majora with its dull reddish hue. She had a small amount of pubic fuzz just above the clitoris, but she had obviously had her pussy waxed professionally, and all the skin around it was smooth and free of stubble.

Asui was certainly no expert on cunnilingus, although her male friends told her she was pretty talented at fellatio, and she guessed the same principle applied with the smaller but powerful clitoris, so she decided to just do what came naturally. She wet her lips and, exhaling slightly, wrapped her lips around the protruding clit and labia minora of her comrade. She extended her tongue within her mouth, and maneuvered it into and between the two labia, then brought it up until it touched a hardened nub - her friend's clitoris. Then she glanced up, and saw Lisu pause with her lips parted - a sign that she was in the right place, and should continue from there. Sucking on the fleshy bits in her mouth, she produced more saliva, and began licking up and down against the top and underside of Lisu's clit, while Lisu herself shakily wrote on her pad of paper.

It took Lisu a bit longer to do the test than Asui - a sign perhaps that she was a bit too reluctant to stop concentrating on the good head that she was receiving. But once done, she also stood up without having come to orgasm and handed in her test.

"Well done girls" said the mistress. "You did better first off than I expected - none of you gave in totally to the pleasure, although I did see many of you get very distracted along the way. You will repeat this exercise and others that I give you regularly, and you will find that soon, concentrating on one thing while feeling another will come like second nature. On that basis, we will build your ability for self-mastery."

In the course of the next four weeks, the class met daily to practice their new art. They did indeed gain the ability to do complex mental tasks while aroused to and beyond the point of orgasm - the girls were encouraged to become cheekier and try to distract their partners more, and out of class too. Under the encouragement of the mistress, the girls devised a game where - when another girl was engaged in some task, or just conversing in the lunch line, they would put some vaseline on a finger, sneak up behind them, and insert a finger into that girl's vagina. If the girl - thus molested - so much as missed a beat, flinched or squeaked, then they "lost" the game. After a while, everyone was an expert.

The exercises built in sophistication. One of the most important was in the rifle range. The students were required to arouse their partners with vibrators while their partner shot a steady stream of targets with a rifle. When the shooter reached orgasm they were not allowed respite: instead, the rifle range went crazy with targets and the shooter had to get them all while shuddering and shaking and gasping in climax. The mistress showed them how to feel the buildup of sexual energy, and then to unleash it in short, concentrated bursts. The technique used 'contraction timing', with an emphasis on synchronising weapons operation with the contraction of the vaginal muscles in order to maximise the muscular power of the whole body.

The students were also encouraged to dance, again to gain fine control of their bodies. They learned to shake their hips completely independently of the rest of their bodies - a necessary skill when suspended in the control seat of the gundams, where movement in three dimensions needs to be absolutely free.

By the time graduation came, the girls were sexual athletes of the highest calibre. A new swagger and sway was detectable in the way they walked, something that said 'potent', something both military and sexy. They had formed a bond as a group, and wore their distinctive new white uniform with pride, flaunting their sexy hips and asses between their military cut jackets and their thigh-length boots or leggings in a variety of revealing skirts or panties. They became proud of their pussies, seeing them now as not a vulnerability, but a weapon. Asui went further in taking advantage of the liberality of the unit's dress code on base and took to wearing only a white sash about 5 centimetres wide tied around her hips, while her pubic mound and ass remained naked. On the front side of her left hand labia majora, she had tattooed some small characters for "strength" and "vengeance" - the symbolism obvious and in keeping with her mission.

-—

The trainees trained extensively on their half-size training gundams for two months before graduating as first rank pilot officers.

The first day of live training had involved just moving around - walking the gundam - on the ground. This didn't need the girls to get into combat position and most were still too mortified to do so in public, despite having somehow reconciled themselves to what was happening. It didn't stop Kikunani though, who took the earliest opportunity to attract everyone's attention, slather her control rod with lubricant and impale herself quickly and noisily in her seat, pretending to fuck the large machine. She was severely reprimanded for offensive behaviour though, and it was emphasised that combat position was a moment where pilot and machine communed in intimacy, and not something to be made light of or to indimidate the shy members of the flight.

The Commander explained that from here on in, the girls needed to adopt the same dress conventions as other pilots on the base:

"When we scramble, we need to be on the gundams and ready to go within a couple of minutes. Once on the gundam, you need to be able to adopt combat position easily. There is no time to be taking off your pants, and skirts longer than a micro-mini will just get in the way. I therefore recommend that you wear either your regulation leggings or purchase a pair of thigh-length combat boots from the stores. You can wear any kind of panties so long as they are white and easily pulled to the side, or you can wear a miniskirt - I don't recommend wearing both though, just one or the other. Asui, I see you've gone a step further!" ... everybody giggled and Asui smiled and gave a little thrust of her bare pelvis, placing her index finger next to the small tattooed characters on her pussy lip.

"It's one of the perks of living on an all-female restricted access base" continued the Commander. "We can have fun with our fun parts, if you like. You can see most classes dress similarly - the pilots have been a bit of a trend setter."

Walking the gundam proved to be more fun than Asui expected, although she was impatient to get in the air. The pilots skywalked in their harnesses and seats, and Asui's bare pussy was pressed up against the spongy velvet base of the control shaft that she had had specially made for her - it felt impossibly comfortable and stimulating as the gundam took a series of heavy steps as she moved her own legs in the exoskeleton.

Over the weeks they drilled and were allowed to fly their training gundams. The girls took to the skies for the first time since their aircraft piloting days like they belonged there, flying their machines in formation and doing practice bombing and air combat maneuvres.

Getting into combat position took some practice, and Asui laughed whenever someone forgot to turn off their radio when they were mounting the control shaft - as a series of grunts and sexual whimpers invariably erupted in everbody's headsets. Thereafter, learning to use lateral thrust - an entirely new concept to the former aircraft pilots - became a strange new sexual dancing lesson. Asui described it one day as 'lapdancing on the lap of the gods', which the Commander loved enough to have inscribed as her own tattoo on her hip.

Every day, Asui would sit on her training gundam in the hanger, with the large kevlar phallus far up inside her, and practice cocking her hips from side to side, and rocking her pelvis back and forth. She practiced kegel exercises to tighten up her vaginal muscles, and found after a while she could grip the shaft almost as tight as a hand, and move it with considerable precision. The shaft had a fairly large 'dead zone' in the middle to avoid the pilots triggering the thrusters while they were just squirming around or repositioning themselves, so it required quite firm and deft movements to operate. To watch a pilot at work was like seeing some kind of science fiction hula dancer, with hips capable of reaching acute angles.

She began to feel a fond affection for the giant machine. Perhaps it was difficult to have so many orgasms with a thing without doing so. In flight she would often slip into combat position when in straight and level flight. There, there would be only very slight vibrations coming through from the engines, and she would feel the slowest teasing build-up of arousal possible. After flying straight for say 15 minutes, she would reach the point of no return and - while never wavering, or losing concentration on everything around her - high above the earth looking down through the clouds, hanging on her harness, large phallus of a robot inside her - she would gently ... silently ... come.

-—

Once they graduated, they began flying combat air patrols out over the desert almost immediately, accompanied by a senior officer. It was with the Commander and Lisu that Asui saw her first action, and her first kill.

"Report of contact 25 miles east" "Prepare to engage" "Adopt combat formation!".

With that, suddenly the whole concept of war became very real. This was obviously not a drill, and they were headed to an interdiction.

As training had taught them, the first step in combat is to shift into combat position on the gundam. Unfortunately, the adrenaline and fear accompanying a combat announcement does not lend itself to wet daydreams and moist labia. Asui pressed the lube button and a viscous flow of clear liquid emanated from the top aperture of the control shaft in front of her belly.

Pressing down against the under-knee brace point on her leg control limbs, Asui lifted herself up so that the control shaft was directly beneath her, and as quickly as she could, maneuvered herself so that the shaft was, as nearly as she could tell, pressed against the entrance to her vagina. Pressing herself down once more she winced - she was dry. But after a few tries, the lube spread around and she felt the shaft slowly and slightly painfully slip up into her. It was pre-warmed but still felt too cool - 'must get that adjusted' she thought. Once settled she flicked on the super-thrusters and shot off into the sky in pursuit of the Commander, with Lisu in tow, who must have had just as awkward a time.

The three of them flew in formation for about 3 minutes, before the Commander barked "De-flight, adopt monitoring aspect" over the intercom. "Asui - tell me what you see."

Asui slowed the gundam down, releasing the main throttle slightly with her left hand. She needed to gain an overview of the situation before taking action. This was for real, and despite her training her heart was pulsing uncomfortably.

She brought the gundam out of level flight and into a slow speed perpendicular flight, jutting her elbows out to ensure that the gundam wings could generate enough lift without using too much fuel. Her legs were in a crouch position, slightly spread, thrusters angled backward.

As the gundam slowed she exhaled to calm down, and relaxed back onto the control shaft, blank-noticing the sensation of the smooth ridges pushing up into her, stretching her vagina pleasantly but not too much, not enough to distract her in this moment. She allowed herself some arousal, and shifted up and down slightly to spread her juices on it to allow it to move more freely in her.

The gundam shuddered slightly in the air as it slowed and some of the shuddering made it through the suspension into the control shaft. Asui said nothing, missed no beat, but her mouth opened and her pupils dilated just a bit, while she scanned the sky for enemies.

Within two minutes three specks had appeared in the distance. Moving straight and low against the horizon, they were clearly fighter jets.

"Badmen, 11 o'clock" chirped Cdr Kuan's voice over the radio. "Hold off on engagement till ID confirmed".

Asui followed the dots, but glanced to her left where Lisu was semi-hovering in a similar style. Asui saw Lisu squirm visibly in her control seat, presumably loosening up and ensuring that she was optimally positioned with her elbows and knees matching the joints of the control limbs, and that she was in a comfortable position on her own control shaft.

"Engage!" squawked the Commander, and all of a sudden there was noise and motion. Each jet in the not-too-distant formation was obviously alert to their presence and peeled off in different directions to help evade their ambushers. At the same time, Asui, Lisu and the Commander kicked in their thrusters and converted immediately to flight aspect, and shot off toward the jets.

"Asui, take badman lower right, Lisu, badman center upper, I will pursue left upper"

The accelleration was sudden, and it pulled Asui down into her seat. The control shaft pushed up into her and vibrated furiously, but Asui ignored it as best she could as she brought her hands into weapon operating positions.

She pursued her jet which was a ground-support-bomber type, clearly not up to the task of taking on a Gundam, and it swerved quickly into a series of hilly valleys trying to outrun and hide from Asui. Asui, though, surveying the ground noticed that the valleys converged toward a point 15 or so kilometres away, and so decided to make a show of pursuing the bomber and losing it quickly, and then headed straight for the likely ambush point.

Breaking off as the bomber rounded the next hill, she shifted her legs and the gundam lifted up and to the left over the hillside, making the shortcut. The sudden change of direction shifted her in her seat but it was dampened by the G-harness. Nevertheless, she was pulled down and forward and found the control shaft quite pleasant as it moved against her G-spot.

"Ah!"

"Heh, G-force-spot. She thought momentarily before returning to concentration."

Asui knew that the bomber would approach very quickly and she would have one and only one chance to catch it using this ambush, and Asui wanted to have every possible amount of concentration at her disposal. It was time to put the training to good use.