1. Rear Ended - Chapter Eight


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: RachelHinds, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    while longer. When Rachel felt Bryony’s hands reach in she pushed her breasts out invitingly. To give her additional encouragement, she reached behind, and fumbling, located her breasts and fingered her nipples playfully. The combination of Bryony’s cock sawing back and forth in Rachel’s vibrating bottom and both sets of girls toying with each others nipples culminated in an ecstatic, and mutual orgasm. ****************************************** The sofa’s cloth covered arm was once again wet with excretions. They lay flushed, and breathless. Bryony’s cock was a withered reflection of its former state as it slithered out of Rachel’s rear passage. They fell sideways onto the cushions spent, and naked. “I’m glad I enjoy it in my rear Bri. I feel very protective toward our child.” “Well, we come from a long line of buttock worshipers,” said Bryony laughing to herself. Then her complexion turned serious, “No, that was insensitive of me.” “The curious thing,” said Rachel ignoring Bryony’s last comment, “was you never did explain; I know so little about…” Bryony suddenly got up and turned around, “That’s why!” She said pointing to her butt, and just like Rachel’s sat a similarly shaped mark atop of her cleft. Rachel sat up for a closer inspection. “That’s amazing!” “So, does that begin to explain?” “I get we’re related to a two-thousand-year-old tribe…” “We 'are' the two-thousand-year-old tribe, or at least what’s left of it!” corrected Bryony. “By we, do you mean us? You see, this ...
    is where you begin to lose me,” said Rachel getting up off the couch to stare out of the window. “Does that mean we are two-thousand years old?” “What we were is what we are!” exclaimed Bryony. “It’s probably more accurate to say, we are the total of our gathered experiences. Obviously, our physical bodies aren’t two-thousand years old, but our memories, our personalities are.” “That’s interesting, well it must have been significant, whatever it was.” “Rach, you’ve hit the nail on the head. You’re right, something must have happened back then to cause the disappearance of the tribe. But that we may never know…” “I wonder why I’ve never noticed yours before?” “Probably because I’m normally sitting behind you admiring your rear,” said Bryony teasing. ****************************************** Rachel heard the key in the lock, “My God, he’s back already! Here put this on and make yourself decent, he mustn’t suspect!” she said throwing a robe to Bryony. “Surprise! — I’m home my little flower!” announced Antonio stepping into the living room. Rachel stood in front of the sofa hiding the stained arm, “Antonio you're home already, how wonderful,” she said hugging and kissing him. “I see you’re already prepared,” he said pulling her robe apart, and immediately going for her nipples. “Oh, Antonio… you mustn’t, oooh… we have a guest staying.” Bryony stepped back into the room, complete with robe and smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek. “This is Bryony. She’ll be staying with us for ...
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