realizing its inappropriateness. After all, she was a guest, and guests don't generally walk into your living room, flop down on your couch, and begin feeling themselves up. (Well, maybe in California, but not most places.) Now her hands made no secret of cupping her breasts through the harsh black dress-top. "All the offertory celebrations are septenary—seven is the number of God so the Epiphanites acknowledge that number in hopes of being worthy of God. For six days we supplicate and confess, and on the seventh day we slaughter the transitory Host. It's a symbolic oblation to God based on Leviticus... "
This sounded fairly interesting but what was taking place on the couch proved even more interesting. Fervid fingers unbuttoned the top, pulled it open, and bared large, plush, wobbly breasts. Esther's face looked misted and pink. "Shit, I can't help it," she whispered. "Whenever I get out of that hell-hole I just get...so...hot..."
Leonard received the clear impression that she was not referring to the temperature of the room. Her nipples hardened up to big brown-pink bon-bons, and her breasts proved large enough that she could cup them upward and suckle herself. As she did so, her feet flexed and her legs squirmed on the couch. Oh, man, Leonard thought. She alternately sucked each nipple with a fervency that made Leonard wonder if she was trying to get milk. While doing so, she traversed her position slightly and soon her white-socked left foot was sliding up Leonard's leg as he stood watching. Up the leg, yes, then up to his crotch, where it kneaded him there as deftly as a hand.
Uh-oh...
Now, for the past ten months, Leonard had been consigned to a life of hopelessness and near starvation. Along with that, the only sexual images in his proximity were scenes of two women having sex with animals, and in most cases the animals were more attractive than the two women. Hence, Leonard had always believed his libidinal responses to be dead and buried. Not now, though, not as he watched this robust blond girl-women play with a set of absolutely stellar tits and attempt to jerk him off in his pants with her foot.
She traversed some more, pointing both legs up at him.
"Take my stockings off!" came a hot whisper.
Leonard did so.
"Take your cock out!"
Leonard did that too.
Now her pretty naked feet went to work. She looked up through slit eyes and a carnal grin. One foot settled under his monorchid scrotum, rubbing the testicle within. The other damn foot grabbed his penis like a hand and began to squeeze it. Each squeeze prompted a copious, jewel-like bead of pre-ejaculatory ooze which welled and then depended to the floor like a clear thread.
Leonard's ball constricted, his knees began to quiver, and his mouth went dry. "I, uh, I think I'm going to—"
"Not yet!" she exclaimed. She leaned up in a blur. "Let me have it!" Leonard looked down bulge-eyed as she very attentively jerked him off into her hand. It was an explosive, gushing orgasm which deposited a virtual palmful of sperm into her hand, and a sensation so precise and complete that Leonard collapsed to the floor when she was done. "I need it," she said. Now Leonard was looking up at her face through the V of her parted legs. The ankle dress had slid all the way back to her hips now to reveal her sex and an abundant topping of pubic hair the color of straw. And what she did next was downright impressive.
What in God's name is she—
Leonard needn't finish the thought. She drew her legs all the way back— all the way— until her knees were behind her shoulders and the backs of her calves were actually propping up her head! An Epiphanite and a contortionist. This feat of course afforded Leonard a most extreme view of her sex: it pushed it out like a fruit tart baked a bit too long, a crack forming to reveal the filling. The face on her craned neck shot him the most wicked of grins, then, as she promptly rubbed that big handful of Leonard's semen into her
This sounded fairly interesting but what was taking place on the couch proved even more interesting. Fervid fingers unbuttoned the top, pulled it open, and bared large, plush, wobbly breasts. Esther's face looked misted and pink. "Shit, I can't help it," she whispered. "Whenever I get out of that hell-hole I just get...so...hot..."
Leonard received the clear impression that she was not referring to the temperature of the room. Her nipples hardened up to big brown-pink bon-bons, and her breasts proved large enough that she could cup them upward and suckle herself. As she did so, her feet flexed and her legs squirmed on the couch. Oh, man, Leonard thought. She alternately sucked each nipple with a fervency that made Leonard wonder if she was trying to get milk. While doing so, she traversed her position slightly and soon her white-socked left foot was sliding up Leonard's leg as he stood watching. Up the leg, yes, then up to his crotch, where it kneaded him there as deftly as a hand.
Uh-oh...
Now, for the past ten months, Leonard had been consigned to a life of hopelessness and near starvation. Along with that, the only sexual images in his proximity were scenes of two women having sex with animals, and in most cases the animals were more attractive than the two women. Hence, Leonard had always believed his libidinal responses to be dead and buried. Not now, though, not as he watched this robust blond girl-women play with a set of absolutely stellar tits and attempt to jerk him off in his pants with her foot.
She traversed some more, pointing both legs up at him.
"Take my stockings off!" came a hot whisper.
Leonard did so.
"Take your cock out!"
Leonard did that too.
Now her pretty naked feet went to work. She looked up through slit eyes and a carnal grin. One foot settled under his monorchid scrotum, rubbing the testicle within. The other damn foot grabbed his penis like a hand and began to squeeze it. Each squeeze prompted a copious, jewel-like bead of pre-ejaculatory ooze which welled and then depended to the floor like a clear thread.
Leonard's ball constricted, his knees began to quiver, and his mouth went dry. "I, uh, I think I'm going to—"
"Not yet!" she exclaimed. She leaned up in a blur. "Let me have it!" Leonard looked down bulge-eyed as she very attentively jerked him off into her hand. It was an explosive, gushing orgasm which deposited a virtual palmful of sperm into her hand, and a sensation so precise and complete that Leonard collapsed to the floor when she was done. "I need it," she said. Now Leonard was looking up at her face through the V of her parted legs. The ankle dress had slid all the way back to her hips now to reveal her sex and an abundant topping of pubic hair the color of straw. And what she did next was downright impressive.
What in God's name is she—
Leonard needn't finish the thought. She drew her legs all the way back— all the way— until her knees were behind her shoulders and the backs of her calves were actually propping up her head! An Epiphanite and a contortionist. This feat of course afforded Leonard a most extreme view of her sex: it pushed it out like a fruit tart baked a bit too long, a crack forming to reveal the filling. The face on her craned neck shot him the most wicked of grins, then, as she promptly rubbed that big handful of Leonard's semen into her
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