The Life and Amours of Barbara Lustra - Part XXI

Barbara continues her tour of Libbey's House of Pleasures and sees a pair find a new fashion... 1200+ words. ~dS

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In the next chamber I saw a somewhat different scene. A beautiful woman, entirely naked, was seated on a low ottoman with her lovely thighs stretched widely apart. Her lover was kneeling on the floor before her and was caressing her lovely con with her tongue. I was so placed that I could see her organ of speech enter in and out her lover’s ruby sheath—the lips of which appeared to caress it lovingly. This act alone was sufficient to make her discharge copiously from her thighs at the same moment that her tongue made the seated woman dissolve in bliss.

“Oh, Gina, how you pamper me so. How I do wish I could have you locked around my hips at all times.”

“Mmm, Clarissa, it would be my greatest pleasure to be belted to you for such pleasures.”

With the required phrase uddered I could see the kneeling woman - Gina - shudder and shift. Her arms were pulled forward and slipped behind the small of Clarrisa’s back. Gina’s fingers intertwined, and as they linked together the flesh between the separate digits began to converge.

Gina’s lower body and knees were pulled from the floor, and her feet slipped upwards between Clarissa’s legs. Their tops cradled Clarissa’s bubbly rear for a moment before continuing on towards where Gina’s arms had become conjoined as one bar of flesh to either wrist. It was here that Gina’s toes pressed into the conjoined wrists and began to also lose themselves to the amalgamate.

Whilst this transpired Gina’s already pale skin was losing even more of its color. It shifted from a palid tone into a gray, and then began to shine into a silver. Even her hair followed this transition to the same pallet. It was swiftly apparent that, as Gina’s motions became more and more limited, her supply flesh was transmogrifying into metal.

Gina’s limbs had continued to lose themselves into the meeting of flesh-turned-tin, her body following them until she was little more than a head being pulled towards the Venus lips of her lover. Clarissa squirmed and rolled as she felt her bottom held tighter and tighter by her metalicizing lover.

Much of Gina’s head melted away and shifted upon the inward portion of the stiff belt she was forming into. Aside from the silver color her face remained unchanged, her expression one of growing pleasure. We watched as the metal visage was guided towards Clarissa’s groin, and finally we could see no more of Gina as a seamless chastity belt locked around Clarissa.

The fleshy woman gasped and jumped up as the changes to her companion completed, Gina’s face undoubtedly pressed firmly into Clarissa’s con. Clarissa was unsteady on her feet, quivering and stumbling as she approached the mirror. She twitched in the way one does when being played with between the thighs, a curl of muscles rising through the stomach before being released to rest of a woman’s form. As she approached the mirror we saw that the crack of her pert rear had been echoed in the form of the metal belt.

“Oh, Gina, your nose is pressed so tightly upon my womanly button!” Clarissa ran her fingers around the upper seam of the metal belt, where it pressed against her body. We observed that Clarissa’s exploring digits could not find any inlet between her skin and Gina’s altered form, “And your tongue...it delves...it splits...it’s un...un...ooooooohhhhh…”

We watched Clarissa enter another blissful crisis, her limbs going weak. She slowly lowered to her knees, then collapsed backwards onto the carpet. The skin not wrapped in steel was clearly blushed red, Clarissa’s eyes rolled back as she experienced what would likely be the first of many inescapable orgasms.

“Gina was oooooooone of our most skilled experts in fellaaaaaaaaahtio,” Libbey mused, “This turn of events does not suuuuuuuuhrpise me. But I do hope perhaps this Clarissaaaaaaaaaaa can take Gina’s place. Maybe she’ll learn something from Gina’s eeeeeeeeeexperience.”

In another chamber a couple appeared to relish giving themselves manual pleasure instead of the act itself. For one lovely blonde woman was reclined on the bed with nothing but her chemise on, but still having her breasts and the lower portion of her body bare. Her brunette female companion lay by her side - she had her fingers imbedded in the blonde’s slit, while the blonde similarly had her fingers in the brunette’s con.

They moved their hands together while the brunette also had hold of the blonde’s bubbies. A few rapid motions caused each to climax at nearly the same time.

“That was wonderful,” muttered the brunette.

“I return the same to you,” the blonde replied. She lifted her fingers and began to lick them clean, the brunette smiling as she watched her juices consumed by her companion. The blonde continued between digits, “I do wish there were some way for me to feel as a man would whilst pleasuring you like so.”

“Oh, that would be quite fascinating,” answered the brunette.

Then the blonde gasped as she felt a warm stiffness fall across her hands. She pulled a finger from her lips and stared at all ten. The flesh around them was shifting, plumping them in width little by little as if with the blonde’s heartbeat.

Not only were her fingers growing broader, but longer as well. Their tips were changing faster than the rest, splaying outwards like mushroom caps. The blonde turned and flexed them with curiosity, but as their length and width increased further their mobility slowed and they locked straight.

In short order Libbey and I had observed all ten of the blonde’s fingers bloat and stiffen into ten hard cocks that would have well-satisfied any woman. I could hear Evelyn gasped and beg me to fill her with them.

The brunette’s expression betrayed similar desires. She stood and guided her dumbfounded companion up with her. Standing beside the bed the brunette guided the pointer-dick of the blonde’s left hand to her con, while the middle-dick of the blonde right hand slipped towards the brunette’s full lips.

Both were wet, and despite the finger-phallus’ size each slipped inside, filling both of the brunette’s orifices. Both women gasped, and the blonde pushed herself closer to her companion. She pushed her one pinky-staff on her left hand into her own pussy, and sucked upon the thumb-rod of her right hand. They writhed together until each reached their own crisis - then the blonde cried out in pleasure as four of her finger-phalluses followed after.

The lovers toppled aside onto the bed, bodies locked in post-pleasure for a few moments. Dribbles of manly seed were oozing from both of their cons, especially as the blonde’s new manly alterations softened and shrunk from their slits.

Slowly each woman sat up again.

“What did it feel like?” the brunette asked.

“Like nothing else I’d ever felt…” the blonde sighed. She held up her hands, and the fingers which had expelled had returned closer to their original size and flexibility, although still retaining the shape of the phallic purpose.

Six other digits, however, remained stiff and hard. The blonde and brunette each bit a lip and exchanged hungry looks.

“I think we know what will coooooooome next here,” Libbey laughed as she ushered me along, “We must continuuuuuuuuue as it gets late.”

to be continued...