The Life and Amours of Barbara Lustra - Part III

In these 1,100+ words Erica and Fara discover just how close they can really be! ~dS

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We followed Erica and Fara to their dorm room, and were quite fortunate to find another opportunity through which to observe the roommates. The dorm next to theirs was empty - as a pipe was being repaired - and the two spaces were linked through a connecting door which Margaret and I were able to quietly crack open. It shocked neither Evelyn, Margaret, nor myself to watch the pair eagerly undress each other once they had retired to their privacy.

At some point prior to this evening the duo had pushed their beds together, and they climbed their lovely nude forms onto the merged mattresses. Once more my fingers went to Margaret’s quim, and she tickled Evelyn’s dripping lips as we watched Erica and Fara spend nearly twenty minutes kissing each other passionately, licking each other’s necks and suckling upon their fair breasts.

When they had each had their fill of this light intimacy, Erica and Fara began to shift, their soft bare skin dragging slowly atop each other as they went. With unexpected grace they spread their legs around each other and pressed their slits together, thrusting and gyrating against one another amidst a tempest of moans. Carefully each spared a hand from supporting their forms so that each could grip the globes of the other, leaving red echoes where their fingers squeezed.

Margaret and I exchanged deep kisses as our fingers explored each other more thoroughly, the curls of our groins matted with our secretions. As we did this Erica and Fara found their climaxes, muffling their cries as each convulsed, pushing their delicate candies harder and harder against one another.

Finally the duo collapsed upon their beds, bodies glistening of beaded sweat well earned. Their hands slid to each other, the pair’s fingers intertwining as they recovered their vigors.

“My, you will be the end of me one day, dear Fara!” Erica gasped, “Though nothing stops me from wishing would could always be together and have our secret pleasures so close to each other!”

“My dear Erica!” Fara exclaimed, raising her head in disbelief, “If that were true then I must wish we were of more flexible stock, for how else would my lips meet yours again?”

My attention at the time of the lusty pair’s exaltations had been taken by Margaret, who had slipped three fingers so deeply into Evelyn that I could practically hear nothing more than my slit’s declarations of lust. But hear them I must have, for my secret capabilities took action. By the time Margaret and I realized Erica and Fara were in the grip of their wishes’ effects some changes had already occurred.

What was immediately apparent was that Erica and Fara’s legs were being absorbed into the flesh of each other’s forms. Margaret and I watched with mouths agape as two women with such lovely lower extremities were quickly becoming one form without legs at all. The flesh of thighs and calves sunk into their partner’s torso like one piece of yeasted dough being swallowed by another.

In short order, at the center of Erica and Fara’s new forms, were two hips pushed practically atop each other, as if they were a queen from a playing card deck. What little there was of their thighs was no longer four limbs, but a stretch of mostly smooth flesh from one set of flared hips to the other.

All that broke the surface of the new fat and muscle that connected Erica and Fara end-to-end was a mirrored Venus mons and coral lips. These had been pushed upwards, cresting the surface of their conjoined lower bodies like pink islands in a sea of skin. Erica and Fara now shared one quim slightly longer in length than each had owned before. Each woman retained their own delicate jewel, both sensitive gemstone taking their place on either side of what could be considered the most erotic of little canoes.

From the look of Erica and Fara’s faces, what they had just experienced was not concerning but the most pleasurable experience either had ever experienced. Their faces were red, and they were gasping, gripping tightly the sheets beneath them. Their rears had merged together into two large globes that squirmed and twitched beneath them.

Margaret and I watched raptly now, neither of us having ever seen anything of the like before. Of course, I and Evelyn had experienced how two could be become a lusty pair, but not like Erica and Fara were becoming one. It appeared that this was as close as they were set to become.

Slowly a set of eyes at each end of Erica-Fara pushed open through their intense bliss, and they looked down over their breasts and across to their shared slits. They each pushed elbows beneath them to view their new form from a better vantage, and as they did so the muscles around their pink canoe tightened and squeezed their private joys.

“Oh…” Erica groaned, letting her head fall backwards.

“Yes…” Fara exclaimed, cinching shut her eyes again.

“What has become of us?” Erica inquired.

“I know not,” Fara answered, and she opened her eyes once more, “But I know it is divine, and I must have your mouth as we feel it again!”

Margaret and I watched as Erica and Fara reached for each other. To do so they each lifted their shoulders and backs from the bed, and while they should have stopped after a slight curve managed to keep going. It appeared the pair were impossibly flexible, capable of pulling each other’s upper bodies so close the parapets of their soft semi-globes pressed against each other.

As each clung to the other and pulled them closer and tighter, the exceptionally blissful sounds coming from Erica and Fara indicated there was more going on that could initially be discerned. It was actually Evelyn who understood what was now happening;

Mmm, I think their clits are touching!

Hearing this I looked down to where their shared and large buttocks was nestled down upon the sheets. I now understood what Evelyn was observing; that when Erica and Fara had bent the shared form in half, each half of their elongated slit had been folded together, bringing each of the tips of their pink canoe against the other.

This appeared to be an especially intense sensation, as both women had ceased making any intelligible sounds. Their fingers were now wrapped tightly in each other’s hair, their faces locked in expressions of bliss they did not appear capable of comprehending. Only gasps and grunting indicated that either was still living.

When it became clear that Margaret, Evelyn, and I were an audience without any more of a show, Margaret and I removed our fingers from each other and retired to my dorm room.

Regarding Erica and Fara, there were rumors that a coach arrived and received a twitching form covered by a sheet, but anything further known of their shared fate has not been shared with me.

to be continued...