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The Life and Amours of Barbara Lustra - Part XXV
🕑 Added 2021-06-30 12:52:16 +0000 UTC2,200+ words bring Barbara and Rachel's "business" to an end. ~dS
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"Barbara, my darling," said Rachel, "Lie down on the sofa again, I want to manipulate your charms a little more at my ease. We were so carried away by our feelings that we discharged before we had sufficiently prolonged our pleasures - let us be more prudent this time."
Acting upon this wish, I threw myself on the sofa, and Rachel seated herself on an ottoman by my side, and commenced to excite Evelyn and I by her caresses. Fastening herself on the first instance on my breasts, she sucked my nipples, patted and molded my bubbies and tickled me under my arms. She was not satisfied with her tribute of admiration to my bust, but she straddled my chest and brought her instrument and sack directly over my two ivory globes. I gazed upwards at her generous milky bust dangling over me.
I felt Evelyne ache and bemoan that she had not yet enveloped Rachel’s rod like my chest was about to, but I put her complaints aside.
Rachel then lowered her bottom and rubbed her staff and pendants against my soft cushions, nay more, she pressed my breasts closely together and nestled her thick engine between them. Great heavens, how these delicious touchings excited me; nor was she less moved, for her buttocks actually quivered with delight.
"Barbara," said she, "How delicious your breasts feel to my pego; I could almost fancy it was its own proper nest," and she commenced to move her buttocks backwards and forwards.
"For heaven's sake stop, Rachel, or I shall spend, I shall indeed," I exclaimed, as Evelyne quivered in reaction to the euphoria I was experiencing, "I can feel the crisis approaching."
"So do I, darling, but it must not be yet."
She then dismounted and took a seat by my side on the sofa and began to play with my belly. Shee stroked it, rubbed it backwards and forwards with her hand and tickled my navel. She then descended towards my slit, sending thrill squeals through me from Evelyne.
Nearly there she made a full stop, and a convulsive thrill ran through Rachel’s body when her hand came in contact with the bushy forest of dark auburn hair surrounding my Mons Veneris. She twined it in her fingers, gently pulling it, just to cause Evelyne and I the most pleasing titillation without giving me the slightest pain. She then invaded the sanctuary of love itself, and gently dividing the lips of our bijou, cautiously advanced one finger into Evelyne’s vagina. After allowing it to rest there a few moments, driving Evelyne wild with a lust for more, Rachel pushed it further in until it was wholly engulfed in my glowing passage.
"Oh, Barbara," Rachel exclaimed, moving her finger gently in and out of my slit, "what a charming con you have, how tight it is! And only to think that I am to bury my staff in this lovely cavity."
I could feel Evelyne emotionally blush at the compliments.
"Darling," I replied, "your lascivious touches almost take away my senses."
She withdrew her finger from my vagina and carried it to the top of Evelyne’s slit, and tickled our clitoris.
"There now, I have the little sentinel between my fingers. Heavens, how soft it is," she said, rubbing it gently.
During these manipulations on her part, I was not idle, but paid Rachel back in her own coin. I milked her teets, stroked down her belly, and rubbed Rachel’s staff in my hand, making her squirm and wriggle again.
Had anyone peeped in the door at that moment they would have seen a delicious spectacle. Such an observer would see a naked woman and a lusty bovine seated together on a sofa. Our faces were close together. Rachel had one arm round my neck, her hand resting on my left shoulder; the other arm was pressed underneath my right thigh, which was elevated in the air, and the finger and thumb of that hand were buried in Evelyne’s con, the lips of which clasped them tightly. Rachel’s left leg rested on the ground while the other was placed on the sofa, thus stretching her thighs widely apart. I was engaged in rubbing her stiff member up and down with my left hand, and intense pleasure was painted on our faces.
"It would be impossible to find such a pretty little slit as yours," said she; "it is a veritable bijou - there now, my finger is wholly inserted." Evelyne’s gasping ahd informed me of that before Rachel had.
She continued forcing her finger to the very hilt into our vagina, so much so that it actually touched the neck of my womb. "How deliciously warm it feels, and it is so tight that when I withdraw I take with it the inner lips. Now just fancy my finger a man's pego - now it's in, now it's out - now it's in - now it's out - now -"
Evelyne no longer had any sort of thought process I could consider conscious. Just exploding lustiness.
"For Heaven's sake stop! I don't want to spend just yet. It is too delicious," I exclaimed.
Rachel grinned, then made me get up from my recumbent posture, and placing me in a standing position, put one of my feet on a chair, while the other foot rested on the ground. By this attitude my thighs were stretched widely apart, and Evelyne’s dripping con was fully exposed to view. Rachel then seated herself again on the ottoman between my legs. Her face by this means just reached my mount. Rachel commenced to bury her visage in the hair surrounding my slit.
"Darling Barbara," she said, "I must now taste the delights of your delicious con. I have felt it, played with it, but I have not yet performed the act which is the most delicious of all to me."
"Do with me as you will," I replied. "I experience nothing but delight from your touchings."
"Push your belly a little forward - there, that's right, now I have it exactly."
So saying she deliberately separated the lips of my slit with her tongue, and worked it into the innermost recesses of Evelyne. God, how delicious it felt! She then moved her tongue in and out, at the same time by scientific movement caressing my clitoris with her lips - giving me the most intense pleasure.
I stood directly before a large mirror, and by looking into it, saw a most delectable sight. There I stood in my nudity, my naked body borrowing roseate hues from the artificial light, and seated between my thighs, Rachel’s face also turned towards the mirror. The naked cowed form of the beautiful Rachel. I could see her tongue enter in and out of Evelyne’s coral sheath, while my breast rose and fell with the delights of my sensations. Her udders rested to either side of her chest, nips swaying backand forth.
I could tell when her lips came in contact with Evelyne’s clitoris, not only by my sensations but by the tremor and writhings of Rachel’s thighs. Her legs were widely open, and I could see reflected in the glass her glorious engine in a state of princely erection. The motion of her tongue increased.
"Darling Rachel, I am going to spend - harder - come - oh - co -."
I could hold out no longer, but with a convulsive heaving of my whole body, I and Evelyne emitted a profusion of the elixir vitae.
"Barbara, dear Barbara!" exclaimed Rachel in an excited tone, "I must have relief; I am in flames."
I clasped her in my arms, and pushed her to the sofa. I made Rachel place herself on her hands and knees, by which position her buttocks were elevated high in the air. Great God, how magnificent she looked thus! Like a proper cow in the field! Her splendid buttocks shone in the gaslight, tail twitching down the crack. Between her thighs I could see Rachel’s magnificent pego all surrounded with hair, and the two well-developed pendants.
I patted her buttocks and elicited a delightful “Moooooo!” I had note expected. I separated the cheeks and pushed aside the tail, and titillated the division between them. My fingers came in contact with le trou de son cul. I cautiously penetrated it and tickled the narrow canal, and kissed her bottom over and over again. When I had wrought her up to the highest pitch of desire, I proceeded with further operations.
"Open your thighs a little wider, dearest Rachel, so that I may get my head between them - you have given me the most ecstatic pleasure, and I am determined to do the same for you."
"Will that do?" she answered, opening them to the widest extent.
"Beautifully," I returned, fixing my head in such a manner that the insides of each of her thighs rested against my cheeks. I laid on my back and was so placed that my mouth came in direct contact with her splendid bullish staff. In a moment I had taken as much of her engine as I could in my mouth. I titillated the end of it with my tongue and forced the foreskin backwards with my lips. It was too delicious - I was ready to spend again.
"Oh, how heavenly!" exclaimed Rachel. "How beautiful, dear Barbara, titillate my anus."
I passed my hand behind her, and forced one of my fingers into the narrow way, moving it in and out, and keeping time with both my mouth and finger. I soon had the satisfaction of seeing the climax approach. She pressed her buttocks together, her muscles stiffened.
"Now I am coming! Now -Oh! Oh! Oh!" she exclaimed.
And with a cry of pleasure she emitted profusely, exploding from my mouth and covering much of my head and upper body in musky, sticky seed.
We rested now some little time, and although I momentarily considered cleaning myself there was some primal satisfaction in feeling Rachel’s warm release cooling and drying across my face and bubbies. I went to a recess and took from it a delicious cordial—of which we both partook freely. It had the effect of completely restoring our energies.
I had noticed some time ago that Evelyne’s thoughts had been slowly transitioning less and less from words and sentences to urges and needs. Now, in this moment of rest, I listened for her and could only sense primal, carnal, ceaseless lust.
Rachel commenced our touchings and titillations and we were soon in a glorious state of desire again.
"Barbara," said Rachel, "I am going to give you a glorious embracing, and if I don't make you spend as you have never spent before, I shall be very much deceived. I intend to treat your delicious little con to a delicate morsel. Now, Barbara, on your back - open your thighs, and let me engulf my staff in your salacious slit."
I laughed heartily and threw myself on my back - she was on the top of me in a moment, and in another second Rachel’s pego was imbedded in Evelyne. It touched me to the quick and I experienced intense pleasure. Rachel, while she was working her instrument in me, sucked my breasts and played with my belly, and just when I was about to spend she placed her hand on the top of my slit and rubbed Evelyne’s clitoris. This finished the business, and with a cry of joy I and Evelyne again discharged - Rachel at the same time pouring down her share of the nectar of Venus.
This last bout appeared to arouse my amorous desires instead of quenching them, and I exclaimed in a frenzy:
"Rachel will you do a favor for me - you know that flagellation increases my amorous pleasures. I want you to birch me on my bottom, while I make myself come with a dildo."
"Get me a rod, dear Barbara, I should like nothing better than to birch your naked buttocks."
I went to a cupboard and procured from it a birch and my Margaret dildo—the former I handed to Rachel. I then placed myself on my hands and knees on the sofa, thus elevating my bottom in the air. I then brought Margaret to bear on Evelyne’s coral sheath, it entered her lips and in another moment it was plunged to the very hilt into our vagina.
Rachel placed herself behind me and began to lay the birch gently on my bottom. The skin turned a rosy hue and I twisted and wriggled under this delectable excitement. I moved the Margaret dildo gently in and out of my con.
"Harder, flog my bottom harder," I exclaimed. Rachel obeyed by letting fall a shower of strikes on my buttocks. The motion of the former companion in and out of my coral slit grew faster. I wriggled my buttocks - I am coming - my bubbies trembled - I was now working for my very life - the living instrument moved in and out of my lustful sheath so quickly that its motion was no longer perceptible. "Rachel, I spend, I die glorious - delicious - del - del-"
A convulsive shudder ran up from Evelyne and through my frame - the motion of my hand suddenly stopped, leaving Margaret still imbedded in my con, and I fell flat on my belly without any sign of life. I was recalled to life again by the energetic thrusts of Rachel's instrument - for seeing my delirium, she could not restrain herself any longer but felt that she must share it, replacing Margaret with her own pego.
Before we separated we enjoyed each other several times more. The next day she returned to New York and I saw Rachel no more.
to be continued...
