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

Barbara continues her tour of Libbey's House of Pleasures and encounters quite the tale... 1000+ words. ~dS

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I saw a very pretty young woman entirely naked on her hands and knees on the bed, presenting her delicious white buttocks with her lovely slit, shaded with brown hair between them. Behind her was a tall, fine looking woman, about forty years of age, also naked. In her hand was a long, thin rubber length - with which she was gently tickling the lovely girl's bottom. Georgia had a dildo of similar material strapped to her nethers.

"What does this pair intend?" I asked of Libbey.

"That girl you see there is Rose Monson," she replied. "Nothing gives her so muuuuuuuch, guh, pleasure as to be soundly whipped on the bottom by her lover. They always begin in this way. Her companion is Geooooooooorgia Coulson, a very rich gentlewoman - but watch them and you will see something amusing."

I peeped again and saw that Georgia was using the rod a little more freely than when I had first looked, already the cheeks of her companion’s buttocks were turned a rosy hue. Her cleft, rubbed by the base of the belted toy, was drooling upon her thighs.

"Harder, Georgia," murmured Rose, her face buried in the pillow. "I scarcely feel it, harder my dear, flog me harder."

Georgia obeyed her wishes and let fall a shower of strikes on the plump backside presented to her. Rose’s generous rear rippled as if gelatin, her body shivering - but the accompanying sounds rolling from her lips indicating these were reactions of great pleasure instead of the presumed pain. Georgia continued this for a minute or two, when suddenly she threw down the rod and rushed to Rose. It was to my surprise that, instead of entering her lover by the legitimate road with her stiff accoutrement, she entered Rose’s en cul. After driving her post in some distance George passed her hand in front of Rose’s, buring two of her fingers in her hairy mount.

Every thrust of Georgia’s buttocks sent her fingers deeper into Rose’s vagina, giving the bent woman intense delight. Suddenly I saw Rose put her hand between her own lily-white thighs and tickle Georgia’s binch below the rubber-molded testicles; it immediately brought on an emission from both of them and they sank exhausted on the bed.

“Mmm,” Rose hummed as she lie, her rear still ramrodded. An unexpected desire to speak during her usual quiet afterglow took hold;“More than anything I would love to always have you plugged as you are back there, Georgia, a permanent living crop to strike upon me at any time!”

“Yes, Rose, that would be quite lovely…”

Georgia’s words trailed as her body started to stiffen.  Libbey and I watched as the substance of her strapped-on tool began to spread across her form, flowing up from between her thighs and over her rear and hips. Like an ink well spilled across a desk the rubber spread down her legs and up Georgia’s belly, smoothing out little creases and filling in the divot of her navel.

As the shining changes moved upwards they had already, more quickly, flowed down Georgia’s legs and captured each individual toe in rubbery form. While the metamorphoses was just starting to capture her breasts, a more severe alteration was occurring to her legs. Georgia’s toes curled backwards, then her ankles, then her knees, and finally her hips shifted in such a way that her feet were pressed against her head! And as Georgia’s toes became tangled in her locks the inky rubber spread across from them into her wispy strands!

We watched as Georgie’s nipples were taken like churches upon their hills overwhelmed in a flood. As the transition moved upwards from her breasts and reached her shoulders her stilled face, still locked in her expression of pleasure, was taken by the substance brought by her feet. The spreading stains came together at Georgia’s neck, and the woman was now entirely encased in the material she had passionately plugged Rose’s rear with.

This was not the end of Georgia’s alterations, however. Now completely encased her form she began to slim and lengthen. The features of her body merged until there was no longer any indication of what had once been legs, arms, breasts, or even torso. Only her face, at the very end of a knob just smaller than a golfer’s ball, remained in any small relief.

Some intuition made Rose aware that Georgie’s changes were complete, and carefully - with much erotic anticipation - Rose arose from the bed. She walked in slow, wide steps, towards her mirror, and as she did so a long length similar to that of a panther’s tale swung about behind her. Only this one was smooth rubber instead of fine fur, and it grew out squarely from between her buttocks instead of the base of her back. Rose’s new addition moved about in the air four feet in length from rear to tip.

Admiring herself in the mirror Rose reached back and gripped Georgia’s base where she was tightly held by Rose’s buttocks. Out of curiosity, and not a desire to actually remove her lover, Rose gave a gentle tug - and found that Georgia was indeed permanently rooted deep within Rose’s en cul.

As Rose fully considered the present truth of her lover’s new fate her rubber Georgia tail swung around of its own accord and slapped Rose right buttocks with its Georgia-faced knob.

“Oh! Mmm…” Rose moaned, her cheeks blushing as red as the mark on her rear cheek. She leaned forward atop the chair at her vanity. She bit her lip as Georgia again struck her, this time upon the other bottom cheek. Libbey and I were certain we could see Rose’s slit release a trickle of her womanly pleasures.

“My word, this is most ideal for Roooooooooose,” Libbey grunted through the most recent of the many climaxes she had endured while we watched, “She can be quite desperate for heeeeeeeeeer...particular type of interest when she gets a nuuuuuum...ber of clients who don’t share her passion, and this wiiiiiiiiiill...undoubtedly keep her contented!”

to be continued...