Hands on Relaxation in the Locker-Rooms (p2)

It was a butt.

A great bodacious rear, but still a butt.

Hala was never religious, nor was her close family, but she had visited distant family in the middle east that was. It had been jarring between visits, having to cover up with a burka, hiding away the female form... but here, it was two visible valleys nestled together. She never had-

Are you so sure?

Her mind almost faltered as the question rang in her mind. A quick flash of her memories seemed to play every time she observed another girls butt within the lockers, or a girl bent over at the beach, or whenever ever she felt pangs of jealously over the models and actresses on T.V. being so free.

She... might have felt something before, but something was wrong... something was wiggling deep in her brain, bubbling up these feel-

She leaned forward, so quickly she thought someone pushed her and found herself inches away from that voluptuous butt. Hala herself had a lithe frame, the middle-eastern girl had a modest chest and rear as part of her supple build, great for her gymnastics but not as eye-catching as Aida's luscious assets and seemingly exaggerated curves. Hala bit her lip slightly as she reached and cupped that rear, letting out a moan as she felt the spongy buttocks jiggle slightly in her hand. She looked up, but no one seemed to be paying her much attention. Only three of the girls were interacting with Aida while most of the locker-room seemed to watch almost hypnotically. Hala again had a feeling that something was off... but as she looked down, the concern fled from her mind.

Biting her lip a little harder, she placed her other hand on the other buttocks and pushed them in a circular motion, watching the ample cheeks jiggle as she released them. She couldn't help but stare as a small voice seemed to whisper something in the back of her mind.

Aida would have jumped from the hands upon her latex rear had she not been held down from both sides. She couldn't quite see with the girl very firmly massaging her shoulders in the way as the hands rubbed and softly passed over her bodacious cheeks. As before, the feelings seemed to transmit from the exaggerated latex curves onto her... his real butt.

“This... isn't me.” He heard the voice of the formerly jovial girl, Hala, her voice soft with a tone of reverence as her words echoed his thoughts, “I never felt this attraction before, never saw rears in such a way...”

The palms slid up and down her rear, teasing her crack and filling Aida with a slight trepidation even as she felt a growing excitement below. Her Adam couldn't help but grow within its prison as she was subjected to such attention from each girl. She bit her lip in embarrassment as she tried to slide her hand between herself and the bench to reach her crotch. Before she could reach it, however, she felt the latex start to oscillate rhythmically against her trapped manhood, and a strangely pleasurable shock seemed to go through her trapped balls.

“G-gahu.” She let out nonsensically as her body quivered.

Oh darling, isn't that good?

Aida's body was energized with raw pleasure wherever those hands touched her. An ache she never quite recognized left her shoulders, and her feet seemed to grow oh so sensitive as they both were firmly handled by the other girls. She could feel herself leaking from within the latex as it coiled around and milked Adam's balls, the moisture flowing out from within the latex canal.

“I think we went a bit overboard, didn't we, Aida?” Hala spoke excitability again, one of her hands teasing Aida's crack while the other slid down to the exposed latex opening that Aida had tried to reach.

“I-” Before Aida could speak any more, all three girls acted.

She felt pressure as the girl on her shoulders slid over her and kissed the back of her neck. The girl's hands softly gripped the sides of Aida's next as she did so before she moved up towards where the latex covered Aida's ears. As she licked the spot, Aida quivered as the sensation transferred into a warm and moist feeling on her trapped ear lobe.

An ecstatic tickle went through her foot as the girl at the far end of the bench suddenly dragged her warm tongue along the sole of Aida's foot, her hands keeping Aida from wiggling away before she took Aida's big toe into her mouth. The girl's tongue caressed the latex covering and the unimpaired feelings caused Aida to helplessly wiggle her other foot.

Hala's hands dipped into her crevices. One slid softly into her exaggerated buttocks crevice until she felt the unfamiliar sensation of a finger poking at her rear entrance. The other slid onto her fake latex folds, her trapped balls oozing pre, flowing out and saturating those latex lips in mimicry of female arousal. She felt a sudden caress upon the head of her trapped Adam within as Hala's palm rubbed her exposed latex clit.

“It's so beautiful Aida, I'm jealous.” Hala spoke as the girl stared straight into the fake folds but saw only an eager pristine slit. Aida felt Hala's fingers poised at both the latex entrances, ready to act.

However...