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April's Legs
April, my wife of three years, is a gorgeous woman with wavy black hair
down to her ass, which means the hair isn't really that long, since she
only stands 5 feet tall. Only 21, wide-set eyes, full lips, the soft skin
of a baby, perfectly-formed Scottish nose and up-thrust breasts, super
tight ass and a mere 98 pounds, she looks like a junior at high school.
She really appears no more than 15 years-old. I've always appreciated her
34/23/34 measurements, the way her deep blue eyes seem to reek of sexual
desire in a soft light. Always working out, her belly is flat, legs so
slender yet sexually muscular, that men ask her at parties at our house if
they can "just lick those legs, nothing more." She would take those men
into our bedroom and let their tongues wash her legs. In shorts or a mini
dress, the men were allowed to lick her from the toes on her feet to her
upper thighs but no further. She'd stop them before their tongues would
reach her pussy. Working their tongues up to nearly the top of her inner
thighs, within inches of her soft, trimmed, black pussy hair, was as far
as the men were allowed to explore. When she was wearing a mini during the
licking process, the men could see, scent her tight pussy when their
tongues reached the allowed upper limits of travel, but could not taste of
its sweetness. After washing her legs and feet with their tongues, April
encouraged the men to jerk off in front of her, as she watched and coached
them. "Stroke it FASTER!" I would often hear her demand through the
bedroom door. "I want to see you cum NOW!" She didn't care if the men's
wives, right in the other room, knew or heard what was going on. In fact,
most of the wives appreciated her fetish of watching men jerk off. They
encouraged their husbands to visit April. They brought them to her. That's
why they came to our parties, actually. They didn't have to worry about
their husbands screwing other women, possibly catching a disease. "Go lick
April's legs, suck her toes, jerk off for her; I'm too tired to be
bothered tonight," some women at our parties would instruct their
husbands. The wives were tired of their husbands' fucking them and wanted
April to seduce their husbands into worshipping April's legs, feet,
jerking off for her. The wives knew that their husbands could do no more
than lick April's feet, legs and jerk off for her. April even kept a towel
in the bedroom to collect the cum, to keep it from soiling the bedroom
rug. Her 'cum towel', she referred to it as. "I really like the expression
on a man's face as he's cumming," she would tell me. "Especially after I
denied him the privilege of licking my cunt," she would laugh. "A man
completely surrenders himself to me," April points out, "when he worships
my feet with the tip of his tongue, then humiliates himself by jerking of
while I demand he cum quickly."
When the men would jerk off for April, she'd often take the towel, their
cum in a great gob on its surface, out to show the men's wives. April
would act as if that gob of cum were a trophy of sorts, as she would hold
the towel close to the man's wife to view. "You should wipe your shoes,"
she'd say to the wife. The man's wife would take the towel and wipe her
shoes clean, using her husband's cum as a means to brighten the shine on
her shoes. Other than me, her faithful husband, no man was allowed to lick
April's pussy. And even I had to earn that honor of licking her cunt by
first licking her toes, working my tongue up her legs, around to her rear,
loving with my tongue her beautifully firm ass... before I was allowed to
eat her tight pussy. Then she would sit on my face, my tongue deep inside
her cunt, my tongue washing and loving her juicy love channel until she
had climaxed at least twice, me greedily swallowing the sweet nectar. No
man was allowed to actually put his cock in her, of course; April
recognized herself as superior, as master of all men and knew that no man
alive deserved more than the opportunity to wash her feet and legs with
their tongues.
Kim was new in town; she heard of April's methods and wanted to join the
party at our house. "Hi, Kim," says April as the 20-something blonde leads
her husband, James, into our house. After no more than 15 minutes of small
talk to the wed-only-three weeks couple, April wants to show James our
bedroom. "This way, James," she says, as Kim, smiling, joins the others at
our weekly party. I accompany James into the bedroom, as is my custom on
the first day of a new husband's worship of April. "Like my mini?" April
inquires of James. April wears no nylons or panties, is barefoot. "Yes,
very much," James replies, watching intently as April caresses her own
legs with both hands, sliding her mini up to her waist in the process.
"Beautiful legs, feet," James only response to April's actions.
Mini up to waist, gorgeous cunt in full view, April sits on the edge of
the bed. "Well, show me how much you really like my legs and feet than,"
April encouraging James. "Lick them," she insists of James. In an instant,
James is on his knees, licking at April's toes, ignoring me completely.
His tongue is snaking between each toe, licking out any bits of dirt that
had been there, swallowing after each toe has been soaked with his saliva.
He moves on to the bottom of April's feet now. He's holding April's foot
with both hands, worshipping it well with his tongue, her mini rolled up
around her waist now. Each time his tongue washes the bottom of April's
foot, April moans softly, as if on the verge of an orgasm, which
encourages James to lick faster. After licking April's feet for over an
hour, April instructs James to worship her legs, too. "I want you to
become a slave to my legs, too," she says to James. "I want your tongue to
wash every portion of each of these legs," she says, caressing herself
there once again.
"Yes, Mistress," James replies. He already knows April is his new master,
it seems. James dutifully runs his tongue up one leg of April. He does not
know to stop licking before his tongue reaches April's pussy hairs. His
tongue briefly tastes one of April's cunt hairs before April can push him
away. "NEVER allow your tongue to touch me THERE," April screams at him.
"Never here," she says, rubbing her hand around her pubic area. "Take off
your pants," she demands of James, who promptly complies. "On your back
now," April's voice very forceful. James, laying on the floor on his back,
his balls spread on the carpet, his cock rock-hard, sticking high in the
air, does not know what to expect.
April slips on her platform shoes, stands upright before the prone body of
James. "I don't want you to make ONE sound," she says. "No matter HOW much
pain you feel. UNDERSTAND!!" April almost screaming again. Not waiting for
James to reply, April places the sole of her right shoe directly over
James' balls. The sole covers both of his balls. April begins putting
pressure on his balls. "Your tongue is not worthy of licking my cunt, is
it?" April, staring down into James' eyes asks. James does not answer.
April puts further pressure on her foot. I can see James' balls give under
the pressure. "IS IT?" April asks again. "No. No. No, it isn't. My tongue
is not worthy of licking your cunt," James finally answers. "Good. I'm
glad you understand," replies my wife to the man whose balls she's
crushing with her foot. "Now, let's get back to what's important," April's
command directed at James. April briefly puts all 98 pounds of her weight
on that one sole, which is still covering James' balls. James does not cry
out, however.
James is back to loving my wife's legs with his tongue again, this time
realizing the forbidden zone on April's body must be recognized. Almost
another hour of licking at April's legs goes by before April begins
rubbing her cunt, readying herself for climax. She plays with her clit
with the fingers of one hand, pumps three fingers of the other hand in and
out of her love opening. "Ahhhh," April finally loudly moans. I realize
from experience that the loud moan signals orgasm in April. Her fingers
sticky from her own juices, April calls me over to lick her fingers clean,
her reward to me for being her faithful and understanding husband. I
greedily lick the juice from her fingers, James now washing the
orgasm-produced sweat off of her legs with his tongue.
April sits up on the bed. "Jerk off for me," her simple demand of James.
James begins stoking his cock. "FASTER. Much FASTER!!" demands April.
James is stroking his cock like a piston now. "Cum on this towel," April
instructs him. "Faster. Jerk off Faster. Cum NOW!! On this towel." It
takes James less than two minutes to shoot a huge load on the towel. April
takes the towel, folds underneath all but the part where the cum is
showing and heads out of the bedroom, over to Kim. April presents the
towel to Kim. "Your husband's offering to me," she says to Kim, April
pointing at the gob of cum on the towel. Kim smiles at the huge gob of cum
on the towel. She knows her husband is watching as she takes the towel and
polishes her black shoes with the whiteness of her husband's manhood.
"Your husband will not try to fuck you anymore," April assures Kim. "James
and I have only been married three weeks," says Kim to April, "but I've
found a really sexy boyfriend who says he won't fuck me if I continue to
let my husband screw me too. Joe, my boyfriend, only wants his cum inside
me. But I want to stay married to James, too," Kim offers as reasoning for
bringing her hubby in for April's training sessions.
"No problem, Kim," says April in reply, James standing right next to the
two women, hearing all. "Fuck your boyfriend all you want. James'll be
happy to allow that as long as he can worship my feet and legs. Isn't that
right, James?" It takes James over a minute to absorb the whole thing.
Staring at April's legs, he finally responds "yes." "You'll worship my
legs and jerk off for me while your wife's screwing her boyfriend and LOVE
the whole arrangement, won't you, James?" April digging in now says.
"Yes," James again, still looking at April's legs. "I'll worship your
feet, your legs, jerk off for you while Kim gets fucked by her boyfriend
and love the whole arrangement." Kim and April's laughter fills the room.
Another husband approaches April, his blonde, blue-eyed wife sitting next
to a handsome black man. As April escorts him into the bedroom, she
carrying the cum towel under her arm, his wife places her hand in the lap
of the black man. The husband takes a last look at his wife before April
closes the bedroom door. He sees his wife removing a shiny, full staff
cock from the black man's pants. She smiles at her husband, her right hand
massaging the black staff to over 10 inches of hardness. Her husband
smiles back at her. As the closing door separates the married couple, the
wife leads the black man into one of our bathrooms. Raw sounds of a cock
being slammed deep inside a cunt emanate from the bathroom. How great that
as the wife is getting fucked by her boyfriend in our bathroom, the
husband is worshipping at my wife's feet. A Half hour later, the blonde
and the black man exit the bathroom. A cum stain is clearly visible
between the legs of the blonde. Stickiness oozes right through her black
shorts. Some time later, the husband emerges from our bedroom, April
carrying her cum towel. A massive load of cum is perched atop the towel.
April presents the cum trophy to the man's flushed-from-being-fucked wife.
The wife, smiling broadly, polishes her shoes with her husband's Anglo
maleness as she places her husband's hand over the spreading cum stain
between her legs.
Her husband, his hand still tight over the black man's cum seeping from
between his wife's legs, falls to his knees and begins licking his wife's
feet. Greedily, he runs his tongue between her toes, lunges higher...up to
her calves where sweat has formed from the exertion during her union with
the dark man. He licks great quantities of sweat off each leg, savoring
the taste as if a fine wine. Back to the bottom of her feet now, he cleans
the soles of his wife's feet with a tongue that protrudes almost as long
as the cock that recently fed his wife's pussy.
This is a new turn in events, I come to understand. Some of the wives of
husbands who worship at April's feet tire of their husbands fucking them
but still require cocks from their lovers. And April has taken care of
that need, too, it seems... I assume that during our weekly house parties
both of our bedrooms will be very busy from now on.
(c) Greg Smith 1998
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