1. Rear Ended - Chapter Seven


    Date: 7/27/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: RachelHinds, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    trance. She downed her glass in one, turned to Bryony and announced, "I'm pregnant!" ****************************************** “It's not, 'what am I going to tell my husband', that I’m afraid of, it's 'how am I going to tell my husband'. I mean, it shouldn't be, should it?" Bryony just sat there open-mouthed, "You must be the one!" "One, what?" Bryony took a deep breath, ”Look you know I mentioned I went to see this past life regressionist, yes? Well, during one of the sessions she'd got that I was the last of this tribe of shemales. She said a companion would come along whom I would impregnate, and that would signify a major turning point for the tribe of shemales, and they would grow in number once more." Rachel sat desperately trying to absorb this news. "You still haven't fully explained what, or why, I'm the one!" she replied getting agitated that they were talking about this rather than what they were going to do about the circumstances. "Stand up!" Bryony demanded suddenly. Rachel reluctantly got to her feet. "Pull down your skirt!" "What?" "Just do as I say!" Despite a million and one things running through her head, she obediently unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. Bryony stood behind her and lifted the top of her knickers aside. "Thought so," she said admiringly, and briefly pulled back the elastic to look at the wonderful view of her curved derrière. "The winged messenger, or, as I like to think of it — the Phoenix — rising from the ashes." She gave Rachel a ...
    playful slap and Bryony stared, entranced by the hypnotic effect of her vibrating butt. Bryony's shemale cock stiffened at the sight. Rachel didn't move, even when she felt Bryony's girth pressing against her valley. She was suddenly overcome with lewd thoughts, and reaching behind got a hold of Bryony's hips and pulled her to her rear. Rachel threw her head back and moaned. Bryony reached around and popped the buttons of her top, cupping her breasts. ****************************************** They lay entwined, basking in a state of post-orgasmic euphoria. For both, it marked a turning point in their relationship. What had, up until now, been one of experimentation and exploration was now filled with the reality of commitment and decisions. Not that it was an issue for either, it was rather the speed and magnitude with which everything had happened that had caught them unawares. Rachel lay against Bryony’s breast absently running her fingers up and down her torso. “I never thought about the possibility of you being able to make me pregnant. I don’t look at you or think of you as a man. Do you know what I mean?” Bryony lay silent and thoughtful and nodded. “Yet, this changes everything.” She held her hand to her stomach. “To think a baby, our baby… It’s weird. I’d always wanted a baby. It was just that Antonio… not for want of trying, mark you. I think he must have been sterile — not that it matters anymore.” She reached up and pecked Bryony on the cheek, and pulling the duvet ...
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