The Life and Amours of Barbara Lustra - Part I

Here's the start of that public domain experiment I had called for ideas about. Between what was posted in comments and what was DMed to me I think I have found ways to incorporate a number of the suggestions, at least in some ways. 3500+ words below are a mix of original and edits, although I tried to stay true to the timeliness of the original work I have made some changes to make it more enjoyable to a modern reader. I hope this is a sexy fun time as it rolls out! Thanks for reading! - dS

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The Life and Amours

of the

Beautiful, Gay and Dashing

Barbara Lustra

The Belle of the Delaware

Written by herself - 1903

Edited by Dan Standing - 2019

Voluptuous, Exciting, Amorous and Delighting

VOLUME ONE

Chapter I

UNIVERSITY

I am about to do a bold thing. I am about to give to the world the particulars of a life fraught with incident and adventure. I am about to lift the veil from the most voluptuous scenes. I shall disguise nothing, conceal nothing, but shall relate everything that has happened to me just as it occurred. I am what is called a woman of pleasure, and have drained its cup to the very dregs. I have the most extraordinary scenes to depict, but although I shall place everything before the reader in the most explicit language, I shall be careful not to wound his or her sense of decency by the use of coarse words, feeling satisfied there is more charm in a story decently told than in the bold unblushing use of term which ought never to sully a woman's lips.

I was born in a small village in the state of Pennsylvania, situated on the banks of the Delaware, and about thirty miles from Philadelphia. My father's house was most romantically situated within a few yards of the river. It was supported as it were, at the back by a high hill, which, in summer was covered with green trees and bushes. On each side of the dwelling was a wood so dense and thick that a stranger un-acquainted with the paths through it could not enter. In front of the house, the river on sunshiny days gleamed and glistened in the rays of the sun, and the white sails passing and repassing formed quite a picturesque scene. At night, however, especially in the winter time, the scene was different. Then the wind would howl and moan through the leafless trees and the river would beat against the rocks in a most mournful cadence. To this day I can remember the effect it had on my youthful mind, and whenever I hear the wind whistling at night, it always recalls, to my memory my birth place.

My father was a stern, austere man, usually very silent and reserved. I only remembered seeing him excited once or twice. My mother had died in my infancy—(I was but fifteen months at the time) and my father's sister became his housekeeper. This life continued until I was nearing eighteen years of age, when I was to attend university in Philadelphia. I was glad to hear it, for any change from the dull monotony of that solitary house must be an agreeable one to me.

The next morning I left very early, and in a few hours reached my destination and was enrolled among the pupils of Lyon. 

I do not wish to dwell long on my school days that had led up to this point, but some information for comparison may be useful to you. I was not a popular girl in school - I was too cold, too reserved, and some of the girls said too proud. I took no pleasure in girlish sports, but my chief amusement was reading. I would retire to a corner of the school room and while the other girls were at play I would be plunged in the mysteries of Mrs. Radcliffs novels, or some other work of the same character. Frequently the Principal insisted on my shutting up my book and going out to play, but I would creep back when she had left the schoolroom, and resume my favorite occupation.

It is strange that, considering the prominent part I had played in the Court of Venus, that up to the age of eighteen, not a single thought concerning the relation of the sexes ever entered my head. I had up to that age never experienced the slightest longing or desire and looked on all men with the utmost indifference. And yet I knew that I was called beautiful and was the envy of all my school fellows.

I have not yet given a description of myself to the reader and it is nothing but right that I should do so. At the age of eighteen my charms were well developed, and although they had not attained the ripe fullness which a few years later was the admiration and delight of all my adorers, still I possessed all the insignia of womanhood. In stature I was above the medium height, my hair was a dark auburn and hung in massive bands on a white neck. My eyes were a deep blue and possessed a languishing voluptuous expression; they were fringed with long silky eyelashes and arched with brows so finely penciled that I have often been accused of using art to give them their graceful appearance. My features were classically regular, my skin of dazzling whiteness, my shoulders were gracefully rounded and my bust faultless in its contours. My more secret charms I shall describe at some future time when I shall have to expose them to the reader's gaze.

Decades later I learned that part of my beauty came from a seemingly impossible source. My mother had been a descendant of djinn - or genies, as some have been called. It was a heritage that had meant nothing prior to my eighteenth birthday, but every moment there after I had been unknowingly imbued with an ability most incredible. The likes of this ability I will reserve until an appropriate moment in my tale presents itself.

I have said that up to the age of eighteen I had never experienced the slightest sexual desire. The spark of voluptuousness which has ever since burnt so fiercely in my breast was destined to be lighted up - and enhanced - by one of my own sex. The incident happened in this manner:

Were told one morning that a new student would transfer to the University the next day. We were all extremely anxious to see her, and at the expected hour she made her appearance. Her name was Evelyn Euphora, and she was a brunette, about twenty years of age, and one of the most beautiful girls I ever saw. She was nearly as tall as myself, and her body was molded in a most exquisite manner. Although her eyes were very black and her hair like the raven's plume, her skin was as white as alabaster. Her teeth were as regular as if they had been cut of a solid piece of ivory, and her hands and feet were fairy-like in their proportions.

I was the most eager to avail myself to the new student’s acclimation, and Evelyn immediately made me her companion. She was exceedingly intelligent, well educated, and well read. I was soon attracted to her and we became inseparable. We would pass all our spare time reading to each other or in conversation on literary subjects. I agreed to love her with my whole heart, and was never happy outside of her company.

"Evelyn," I said to her one day when we were walking on the playground with our arms around each other's waist, "Why can't we sleep together?"

"Would you like it, Barbara?" she asked, bending her black eyes upon my face with a peculiar gloom in them which sent the blood rushing to my cheeks—but why and wherefore I did not know.

"Indeed I would, Evelyn. It would be so nice to lie in your arms all night."

The lovely girl drew me towards her and gave me a warmer kiss than she had ever before bestowed upon me. The contact of her easy lips to mine sent an indefinable thrill through my body which I had never experienced before. I longed for night to come so that I might recline in my darling's arms.

At last the hour of bedtime arrived and I followed Evelyn to her chamber. She put the lamp on the dressing table and, kissing me affectionately, bade me undress myself quickly. I was undressed first, and having put on my nightgown, I sat down on the side of the bed and watched Evelyn disrobing herself. After she had removed her dress and her petticoats, I could not help being struck with her resplendent charms.

Her chemise had fallen off her shoulder, beautifully rounded, and two globes of alabaster reposing on a field of snow. She appeared to be entirely unaware that I was watching her, for she sat down on a chair in front of me, and crossing one leg over the other, she began to remove her garters and stockings. This attitude raised her chemise in front, and allowed me to have a full view of her magnificently formed limbs. I even caught sight of her voluptuous thighs. Evelyn caught my eye.

"What are you gazing at so earnestly?" she asked.

"I am gazing at your beauties, Evelyn."

"One would think that you were my lover," returned Evelyn laughingly.

"So I am, dear—for you know I love you."

"You little witch you, you know well enough what I mean. But if you want to admire beauty, why not look in the glass, for I am not nearly as beautiful as you are, dear Barbara."

"What nonsense, Evelyn," I replied, "But come, let us get into bed."

So saying, I jumped between the sheets and was followed almost immediately by Evelyn, who first, however, placed the lamp on a chair by the bedside. She clasped me in her arms and pressed me to her breast, while she kissed my lips, cheek and eyes passionately. The warmth of her embraces and her glowing limbs entwined in mine caused a strange sensation to steal through me. My cheeks burned and I returned her kisses with an ardor that equalled her own.

"How delightful it is to be in your arms, dear Evelyn," I exclaimed.

"Do you really like it?" she replied, pressing me still closer to her. At the same time our nightdresses became disarranged, and I felt her naked thighs pressing against mine.

Evelyn kissed me again with even greater warmth than before, and while she was thus engaged she slipped one of her soft hands in the opening of my night-chemise, and I felt it descend on one of my breasts. When I felt this, a trembling seized my limbs and I pressed her convulsively to my heart.

"What a voluptuous girl you are, Barbara," she said, molding my breasts and titillating my nipples. "You set me on fire."

"I never felt so happy in my life, Evelyn. I could live and die in your arms."

“And I could happily live and die between your legs.”

Not stopping to consider the full weight of what Evelyn had said, I now carried my hand to her globes of alabaster and pressed and molded them, imitating her in all her actions. Nay, more, I turned down the bedclothes and, unbuttoning her nightdress in front, I exposed those charming, snowy hillocks to my delighted gaze. The light of the lamp shone directly upon them, and I was never tired of admiring the whiteness, firmness and splendid development of those glowing semi-globes. I buried my face between them and pressed a thousand kisses on the soft velvet surface.

"Why Barbara, you are a perfect volcano," said Evelyn, trembling under my embraces, "And I have been laboring under the delusion that you were an icicle."

"I was an icicle, darling, but now I have been melted by your charms. I am hungry in places and ways that I had never fathomed."

"I can scarcely believe it possible that you are eighteen years of age - a perfectly developed woman, and that you know nothing of the mysteries of love. Are you not aware, darling, that you possess a jewel about you that anyone would happily give their lifetime to ravish?"

"You speak in riddles, Evelyn. Where is this jewel?"

"Lie perfectly quiet, and I will show you where it is."

My cheeks burned and I was all aglow, for I had pretended to be more ignorant than I really was. Evelyn fastened her lips on my breast and placed her hand on one of my thighs. She then slowly carried it up the marble column and at last invaded the very sanctuary of love itself. When I felt her fingers roaming in the mossy covering of that hallowed spot, every moment growing more bold and enterprising, I could not help uttering a faint scream—it was the last cry of expiring modesty, and I grew as hardy and lascivious as my beautiful companion.

I stretched my thighs open to their widest extent, the better to second the examination Evelyn was making of my person. The lovely girl appeared to be strangely affected while she was manipulating my secret charms. Her eyes shot fire, her bosom heaved, and she began to wiggle her bottom. For some time she played with the hair which thickly covered my mount of Venus—twisting it around her fingers, she then gently divided the folding lips and endeavored to penetrate the interior of the mystical grotto—but she did not breach the entrance only titillating the inside of the lips.

Suddenly flows of pleasure shot through my entire body—for her finger had come in contact with the peeping sentinel that guarded the abode of bliss, an article which until that moment I did not know I possessed. She rubbed it gently, giving me the most exquisite pleasure. If the last remnant of prudery had not taken flight before, this last act would have routed it completely. With a single jerk I threw off the bedclothes, and thus we both lay naked from the waist down.

"How magnificently you are formed, dear Barbara," said Evelyn, examining all my hidden charms with the aid of the lamp. "What glorious thighs, what a delicious bijou, what a thick forest of hair, and what a splendidly developed clitoris. Now, sweet girl, I will make you taste the most delicious sensation you have ever experienced in your life. Let me do with you as I will."

"Do what you like with me, darling. I resign myself entirely in your hands."

Evelyn now commenced to gently rub my clitoris with her finger, while she kissed my breasts and lips passionately. I soon began again to experience the delicious sensation I have spoken of before; rivers of pleasure permeated through my system. My breasts bounded up and down—my buttocks were set in motion from the effect of her caressing finger, my thighs were stretched widely apart, and my whole body was under the exquisite influence of her scientific manipulations. At last the acme came, a convulsive shivering seized me, I gave two or three convulsive heaves with my buttocks, and in an agony of delight I poured down my first tribute to the god of love.

For a quarter of an hour I lay in a complete state of annihilation, and was only recalled from it by the kisses of Evelyn.

"Darling Barbara," she exclaimed, "you must give me relief or I shall die - the sight of your enjoyment has lighted up such a fire within me that I shall burn up if you do not quench it."

"I will do my best, dear Evelyn, to assuage your desires. You have made me experience such unheard-of delight that I should indeed be wanting in gratitude if I were not to attempt to make you some return."

I rose up and, kneeling across her, began to examine at my ease her lovely Mons Veneris.

It was a glorious object, covered over with a mass of black silky hair, through the midst of which I could discern the plump lips folding close together. I placed my finger between them and felt her clitoris swelling beneath it until it actually peeped its little red head from its soft place of concealment. I now advanced one finger and found that it entered her coral sheath with the utmost ease; at the same time it was tightly grasped by the sensitive folds of her vagina. I began to move it in and out, while I kissed her white belly and thighs.

"Wait, darling," said Evelyn, rising up and going to a drawer, "I will contrive something else to bring on the desired ends."

She took from the drawer a dildo, which she fastened securely around my waist, and making me lie on my back, she leaned over me and guided it into her sensitive quiver. She then commenced to move herself rapidly upon it. It was a delicious sight to me; I could see the instrument entering in and out of her luscious grotto while her features expressed the most entrancing enjoyment and her broad white bottom and breasts shivered with pleasure. Her motions did not continue long, however. In a few minutes she succumbed and the elixir of love poured down her white thighs. The voluptuous sight before me and the rubbing of the dildo on my clitoris caused me to emit again at the same moment that she did, and we both sank exhausted on the bed.

Slowly I removed the dildo and its trappings, and Evelyn and I lay naked aside each other, our closest hands intertwined as our bodies cooled. Evelyn was the first to break our repose, rolling to the side so that her bosom rested against my shoulder. With her free hand she gently dawdled over my matted forest with her fingers. With haste I was once again desirous between my thighs, and Evelyn laughed as my body made small convulsions.

“My, you are so eager and sensitive down here!” Evelyn exclaimed with a smile. Were I truly a volcano her face would have brought me to eruption.

“And you are not so?” I asked.

“Once. Not so much as now. I do wish I could experience life as your tight, wet, hungry puss! Oh, to feel as such again!”

It is now that I must reveal the abilities granted to me on my eighteenth birthday by my djinn lineage - my djinneage! During moments of great desire, if someone were to make a wish that I too deeply wished to come true, I can make real that wish as if I were a djinn of Scheherazade’s tales.

As Evelyn finished speaking there was a warmth that shook the room, which gave no indication that I had been the cause of it. I then felt a hot sensation on my Mons Veneris where Evelyn’s fingers happened to be touching upon. I watched, unable to react, as my bed companion was pulled - arm first - into the flesh of my sex.

At first I did not believe my eyes - Evelyn was vanished! But not truly, for I had seen where she had gone. She was there, with me...in me.

Before I could sit up to investigate any further I felt a most intense sensation upon - and within - my southern lips. I was simultaneously taken by flame and moisture, neither of which could extinguish the other. There was no doubt in my mind that I craved the touch of another between my thighs.

There was something in my mind, however - or more accurately, someone.

I, oh...what...where am I? Why do I feel so desirous?

“Evelyn?” I spoke aloud, “Is that you?”

Yes! Mmm, I feel so...warm...and wet...what has happened to me?

“I believe, by some process beyond my knowledge or imagination, that your wish has actual made you the Venus of my triangle!”

Oh my, I did wish that, didn’t I…?

“Perhaps if you were to make another wish to be yourself again?”

There was silence from Evelyn in my mind as I felt my folds twitch and quiver. I could not help myself but to roll lightly upon the bed as my most private parts were moved by a power beyond my control.

I’m afraid that even if I had another wish due, that I am incapable of voicing it myself.

“Then I shall make the wish to put you right!” I exclaimed.

No! Evelyn exclaimed in my head, startling me.

“But why not?”

This is...even though I feel nothing but need right now, I can sense that should you sate me the sensation will be far beyond anything I have ever enjoyed! Before I am put back I must feel all that I can as I am now, or forever will I regret so quickly rejecting this opportunity!

Having just discovered the joys my jewel could bring me, I cannot say that I did not understand the appeal of having a form that was designed only to experience such sensations.

“I believe it would be my joy and honor to assist you in this endeavor, my dear Evelyn,” I spoke quietly, slowly stroking my fingers across the skin I believed encompassed my intimate lover, “But I do still need to get through University, and as of this moment I do not believe there are any other endeavors I could bring myself to concentrate on.

Well, my dear Barbara, Evelyn cooed inside of my head, Perhaps I can help and teach you something new again. Where did you place my dildo? 

to be continued...