The Life and Amours of Barbara Lustra - Part XVII (Patreon)

Barbara begins her new financially independent life, meeting new peoples (and pleasures) and catching up with someone from her past who has been having a very good time. 1,300+ words! ~dS

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Recovery for her new endowment appeared to be quite quick, and thus four times did she impale me and Evelyne during our journey from Philadelphia to New York, and four times did I and Evelyne pour down our libation of love's dew. It became evident over time, from a change in the girth of the gentlewoman’s bodice, that her love stuffs were being held and loosed from her breasts! As we neared our final destination we waylaid further coupling, and the gentlewoman practiced her speech with a softened rod within her mouth. 

Flaccid it was still larger than her tongue had been, but with practice there was hardly but a lisp that remained - an acceptable trade-off for the intensity of bliss our companion had experienced, she shared. We parted in good spirits, but from that day to this I have never seen her again but the pleasure Evelyne and I enjoyed with that gentlewoman will never be effaced from my mind.

Late the next day I called on Mrs. Rachel Pitman. The Pitmans as a couple had been my father's lawyers for longer than I had been alive, and Mrs. Pitman had been widowed five years ago. Despite that I found her to be a fine looking woman appearing to only be about thirty-six years of age! She was nearly six feet high, and held an impossibly generous bust. She appeared to be very strong and evidently enjoyed the most robust health. She received me very warmly and I saw her fine eyes sparkle when she gazed on my womanly charms. I swore I saw something twitch beneath the fabric of her dress. My preliminary business with her was soon concluded and it was decided that she should visit my late father's residence the ensuing week for the purpose of finally settling up all affairs.

I made up my mind that I would return home the next day, as the city with all its noise and confusion was not agreeable to my taste after so long in Fillance’s abode. The next morning I walked out on Broadway for the purpose of making a few purchases, when who should be the first person I encountered but Lisa Abbey, my former Maths teacher! 

Ms. Abbey was dressed in the height of fashion and was as beautiful as ever. I should have guessed it was her the moment she appeared before me, as my attention had been drawn to a woman who was making her way along the street by stopping every few steps to rest against a wall or railing and moan the most delicious mews of pleasure.

I introduced myself and she needed a moment to recognize me - and to ride another climax - but seeing who I was and now an independent woman she insisted I call her Libby and kissed me affectionately. We immediately adjourned to Taylor's Pub, where we could converse in private and Libby could sit as she shivered blissfully through her continual expressions. I told her everything that had occurred to me since I had taken her class, disguising nothing. Her eyes sparkled and her bottom heaved on its own between the automated climaxes when I depicted all the love scenes I had gone through.

Neither of us at this time made much connection between Libby’s ongoing repeated pleasures and my fantastical happenstances. I have come to believe that this is some discreet protective function of my super-natural heritage.

"And now, dear Libby," said I, when I had finished, "Tell me what you are doing now."

"When it became clear that my repeating pleeeeeeeeeeasures…” Libby rolled her shoulders and pushed her breasts outward as an example of her statement swelled through her, “...were not going to cease I left the University. As something of an expert on oooooooorgasms….now, I became the mistress of the head maison de joie in New York."

"What?!" I returned, "Do you mean to tell me that you keep a house of that kind?"

"I do indeeeeeeeeeeeeeed...uh, and a delightful time I have of it."

"How I should love to know its mysteries."

"That you can easily do! Come and spend tonight with us. You shall seeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...mmm, everything without being seen yourself. I have twenty-four magnificent girls living with meeeeeeeeeeeee...ahhh, and every one of them will be gloriously embraced tonight, you may depend upon it. The rooooooooooms...are so arranged that we can see everything that transpires in them. Say you will cooooooooooooome."

"My dear, I should love to! Only tell me where it is, and at what hour I should come."

"It is the tallest brooooooooooooownstone...on Mercer street. You are free to cum whenever you like, but best to aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrive...at seven o'clock."

Libbey gave me a lusty wink with that.

"I will be there, you may depend on it."

Soon after this we separated. I made my purchases, put off my departure until the next day, and at the appointed hour I was at Libbey's door.

My former teacher met me at the entrance. She was dressed in nothing more than a sheer black night robe that rested most alluring atop her full semiglobes, her constantly erect nipples draped in the fine material. Black mid-thigh hosiery was held up by two garters. I could see a glisten spread over her womanly blessing and thighs, her expulsions dripping down her bare upper legs.

Libbey could give me only a smile before I watched another completion grip her. Her buttocks and back pressed tightly to the frame of the door as she closed her eyes and let herself express her pleasure with more volume. I could see why she had forgone undergarments, as her lower limbs found themselves freshly glazed as she rode her climax to its end, her labia actually fluttering as she expelled.

"You have just come in time," said she, collecting herself and grasping my hand, "...for Horace Greenwood has just taken Olivia, one of the most beautiful of my booooooooarders, nnnf...upstairs. She is from New Orleans and one of the most lascivious girls I ever saaaaaaaw; I have no doubt we shall see some fun."

“Your girls, they come to you of their own accord?” I asked, curious of the whole affair.

“Oh yes, I insist that they handle their oooooooown affairs, I am nothing more than a landlady. Those who house here do so for they seek to douse their own uuuuuuunnnn...ique erotic flames. It is my wish to be thrilled that you see each of their purest sexual desires realized this evening!”

So saying she led me upstairs, neither of us aware that Libbey had once more activated my unknown abilities, but this time it acted upon her tenets. Upon the landing she ushered me into a closet which communicated with the adjoining room. We could see Olivia and her friend were already there. I was struck with the beauty of the couple. The girl had intensely black hair and eyes, the latter of which were lighted up with desire and passion. Her bust, which her low-necked dress allowed to be seen, was really magnificent. Her companion was a fine handsome young fellow of twenty-two or twenty-three.

"Well, darling," said Horace, pressing her voluptuous bosom close to him, "I have come to see you again. The thoughts of once more tasting the delights of your lovely person has kept me in a continued state of excitement all day. My staff is in a state of the fiercest erection."

"Let me have oracular demonstrations of the fact," said Olivia, opening his pantaloons in front; out jumped his member, stiff and erect as a poker.

"Oh you bad boy," she continued, taking it in her hand and rubbing it up and down, "...how gloriously still you are. I must kiss you then."

So saying, she took his member in her mouth and rolled her tongue over it, at the same time tickling his testicles.

to be continued...