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

Barbara continues her tour of Libbey's House of Pleasures and sees a pair having a hard time... 1100+ words. ~dS

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Libbey now led me to another apartment and again we took up our position. Here I saw a curvy woman standing in the middle of the room, holding in her arms a lithe naked girl. Her spindly arms were clasped around her carrier’s neck, and her thighs around her lover’s hips. The standing woman had strapped upon her a rubber instrument, which was buried to the very depth in her little lover’s vagina; she had one hand clasped round her thin body and the other supported her bottom. The standing woman moved her companion rapidly up and down. Every time she did so her staff entered in and out of her lover’s cavity.

“Oh, Triana, what I would do to have a true rod with I could feel plunged within your depths!” the standing woman grunted.

“And how...I desire...to know how it would feel to be such an instrument of yours, Nadia, thrust into the most delightful of Venus’ blessings!” cried out the woman impaled.

It was at the end of their statements that the pistoning of the held lover ceased. It appeared to Libbey and I that their mons had stuck fast to each other. Both women had been caught in a moment of rapture, their bodies arched and stiff. It didn’t appear as if they were noticing what my companion and I were seeing - that the smaller woman Triana’s legs and thighs were shifting and being swallowed up by Nadia’s rear.

Triana’s legs were not the only limbs fading into the surrounding flesh - in short order her arms, which she’d dropped and had wrapped tightly around her own belly, were also swallowed up. Now Triana was just a torso sprung out from Nadia’s loins. I also noted that the belt which had held Nadia’s rubber shaft in place was gone. I was uncertain if it had faded away or if it had become trapped under Triana’s legs as they sunk into Nadia’s supple curves.

It was now that Nadia’s body relaxed, her crisis fading into warm awareness. She looked down at the limbless Triana dangling before her. As with those we had previously observed, Nadia showed no sign of concern or fear over her circumstances; she was receiving exactly that which she desired. She took a few steps across the sparse chamber and sat upon the threadbare mattress, Triana pivoting upwards from her lap at the angle of a standard maths triangle.

The pair exchanged loving and satisfied looks as what remained of Triana’s body began to reduce in size. Her head shrunk at a slightly slower rate, her neck shirking away until Triana’s jaw met the smooth knobs of her shoulders. In that moment head and torso became one, Triana’s gave locked upwards at the woman she was conjoined to.

At this moment Triana’s form was not quite the width of two baseball bats, and roughly as long. She continued to reduce, her brunette curls fell from her scalp, but the hair broke apart into nothingness before it struck the floorboards.

Libbey, amidst a shudder of her own, nudged me with her elbow and directed my attention to Nadia’s stomach. My attention had been so rapt on Triana’s balding visage that I had not noticed Nadia’s ballooning belly. It was now clear to me that unlike her hair Triana’s mass had not vanished - it was stored in some form within Nadia!

Triana’s alterations were slowing. Her body’s size came to a halt roughly the width of a man’s arm, and her body no longer than the distance from elbow to wrist. She was a generous shaft, heavy and erect between Nadia’s thighs. The curves of her form had evened out so that the meaty rod that vanished into the crevice of Nadia’s legs was similar width to Triana’s cheeks. Aside from the delicate features of her face, a small navel divot, and a scant pair of breasts that pointed their little nipples upwards there were no indications that this instrument had ever been the fairer sex.

“Oh, Triana, you...you feel marvelous…” Nadia growned, leaning forward to peer over her engorged midsection. Her button had popped, and her hands blindly slid about her thighs until they found the turgid trunk erupting from them.

“I’ll feel...even better…” Triana gasped, her voice little and stilted, “When your hands are around me…”

Nadia did not wait even a moment. She grunted as she reached for a glass bottle which sat upon the nightstand. She removed the stopper and poured a scented oil into her open palm. She then let a small stream dribble up Triana’s length, which elicited a lusty giggle.

Returning the bottle Nadia put both hands to Triana’s base and slid them upwards, spreading the shimmering liquid as her fingers passed over her living shaft’s skin. Triana gasped and shuddered, undoubtedly aroused. She closed her little eyes and cooed, then grunted as a viscous dollop of liquid bubbled up from her mouth.

Triana closed her lips and the clear precursor to mascaline pleasure slid over her cheek and dripped onto Nadia’s knee. Nadia continued to push her hands along her new blessing, her thumbs playing with Triana’s little breasts before moving on to her head. A moan of delight rung from both mouths as Nadia traced the line of Triana’s jaw, gently tickled the top of her bald head, and then Nadia’s hands reversed their journey.

Nadia repeated this twice again, each time more and more manly dew manifesting upon Triana’s mouth. Her entire form shimmered in the light either from the oils or the drippings of her new substance. Nadia’s next caress of Triana’s stiff manifestation was not as steady as the others, and Libbey and I swiftly realized that this quivering was a precursor.

“Triana, are we about to…”

“Yes, I feel it erupting through my-”

Triana’s voice was snuffed out by the eruption of masculine blessings that cascaded from her mouth. Her lips were white washed with pints of discharge which poured over her face and onto the floor. It was clear to Libbey and I where this orgasmic evidence was coming from; as Triana climaxed Nadia’s full belly collapsed.

“I will have to maaaaaaake certain to send the maids uuuuuuuup,” Libbey smiled as we observed the river flowing from Triana slow to a drip. What remained of her face was coated in thick stickiness that she had no process with which to clean from herself. Instead her length, which had remained held fast at its angle this entire time, began to soften and deflate, eventually laying her in the valley of Nadia’s legs.

The beautiful crisis had exhausted Nadia, as well. Her stomach was no longer quite as distended, although it was certainly rounder still than when Libbey and I had arrived. She collapsed backward onto the bed, and as we observed the conjoined pair follow their blissful exhaustion into slumber Libbey encouraged me to move on.

to be continued...