The Life and Amours of Barbara Lustra - Part IV (Patreon)
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Once within the privacy of my room Margaret and I were quick to completely disrobe. As was my custom when I was in the dorm I retrieved Evelyn’s toy. There was great satisfaction for Evelyn and I to simply lay and experience the tightness of its impalement. I was about to recline upon the bed and make use of it when Margaret spoke up.
“That is such a marvelous invention, is it not?”
“It is,” I replied, petting the dark curls that adorned Evelyn. She practically purred in my mind, knowing that soon she’d feel the stiff sensation of penetration and fullness. “I am thankful to its inventor.”
“One wonders what it must be like for such a thing,” Margaret murmured. She stared at the dildo as if in a trance, and took soft steps towards it. Her entire nude body was flushed deeply with desire. One of her hands gripped a breast and pinched at a dark nipple. She put out her other hand and brushed the length of Evelyn’s toy. “It’s only purpose for sex, and to have no other concern. To be engulfed in lovely femininity. To feel the joys of Venus explode around it! Of the many wishes granted this evening, I wish I were to be like this pleasure-giving toy!”
Once more I was unaware of my powers as Margaret’s body was suddenly struck stiff, her throat emitting a moan of carnal joie de vivre unlike any Evelyn or I had observed during this most amazing evening.
Immediately her skin began to blanche, taking on a milky white tone. I watched as the hand which had been stroking Evelyn’s toy pulled back to join its mate on Margaret chest. But then her hands slide down, followed the curves of her body until her arms where straight long her sides. It was then that her fingers began to sink gently into her thighs. The insides of her thighs were being drawn together tightly, the magnetism between her two lower limbs working downwards pulling tight her knees, calves, and ankles. They were not just pressed close together, Margaret’s legs were adhering to each other, drawing her lower limbs tighter and tighter upon one another. While this was going on her coral lips rose outwards upon her mons, similarly to how Erica and Fara’s had done.
Margaret’s face had contorted into a visage I had seen before, when she was experiencing an intense completion. But instead of relaxing it had affixed in the expression, her eyes half open and taking on the same milky white complexion as her hair and skin.
It was now I observed my lover’s rigid form begin to reduce in size. Inch by inch her height decreased, and as she lowered past my eyes, nose, and chin, I noticed that very subtly other parts of her were beginning to grow outwards in size. Although she was retaining her feminine dimensions, her form was becoming more rod shaped.
Her head, with her expression of pleasure carved upon it, pulled back slightly, and slowed its shrinking until the puff of her hair was just slightly wider than her arms. The lower portion of Margaret’s locks filled in the space between her neck and the milky shoulders. Her bubbies stuck out proudly, as did her rear. Her arms and legs stretched or thickened to continue to give Margaret her more cylindrical shape.
Soon she was no taller than Evelyn’s toy, and practically the same color. Margaret’s feet bulged slightly, taking on a ridge that would allow her to be placed into Evelyn’s special harness. After another moment the changes to her form stopped and she balanced upon her balled feet for a moment before teetering over onto the carpet.
As she had wished, Margaret had indeed become a pleasure-giving toy.
I was quick to retrieve the Margaret dildo from the floor, and held her in my hands gently and inquisitively. I slowly rotated her, my fingers rubbing the little lumps that had been formed from her breasts and rear cheeks. Her features were captured in the softly giving, yet stiff, India-rubber with lovely detail, including the exaggeration that had been made of some of her anatomy.
Oh, we must try her! We must! Please, put her in me! Evelyn exclaimed in my mind. I could feel her drooling down my thighs.
I had no desire to wait any further. No matter how it was possible, was only right that we honored Margaret’s last stated desire. I climbed upon the bed and passed Margaret’s head over Evelyn’s Venus lips, a glisten rubbing off upon her surface. Evelyn babbled her desperation for satisfaction. She and I had always found acceptable release and pleasure in using her toy, but the anticipation of using some thing which had moments before been a living woman who wanted to be used as such added a grand level of eroticism.
Slowly I pushed past our lower lips and inserted Margaret into Evelyn, my quivering quim, and I tossed back my head as I felt the new living toy’s head pass within the ring of greatest tightness. Evelyn was gasping in my mind, and I clenched around my rubberized friend.
More...further...deeper…
I was more than happy to acquiesce to Evelyn’s requests. Inch by inch Margaret sunk within me. I felt her bubbies slip inside my intense wetness, followed shortly by the curve of her rear. Soon Margaret was consumed up to her knees within me.
Evelyn and I both gasped at how the rubber ridges of her breasts and tush stroked our privacies. I rotated her as I pulled and drove, and Margaret struck all of our most receptive spots. I barely had my other fingers upon my stiff jewel, that was how intense the sensation of Margaret’s shape me Evelyn and I feel within.
In fact, it was only about half the time of our usual self-attention before both my puss and I crying out in completed pleasures with abandon. My hands first loosed around Margaret and then locked up, the former woman being thrust out from my thighs as our fluids exploded around her.
As I lay atop my sheets, feeling much deeper in my satisfactions than I had been in a long time, I hoped Margaret was enjoying her wish. The intensity had silenced Evelyn completely, and I could feel a dull warmth of her happiness. When I could I retrieved Margaret and cradled her face down in the valley of my bosom and fell asleep as arranged.
Following that night, when Evelyn and I could not find a companion of flesh and blood, our Margaret dildo regularly found itself inside of us late into the evening, its orgasmic results much more relaxing than the India-rubber toy which had always been nothing more than an inanimate thing.
to be continued...