Getting a Leg Up

The rigid little shaft standing bare from Michiko's hairless crotch!

There were seemingly endless moments when my entire world consisted of nothing more than that hard thing gliding wetly between my pursed lips, but then time seemed to snap forward and I let it go and turned to kiss the ivory creaminess of her inner thighs. More gasps and grunts sounded—but from far off. I kissed and nibbled on the delicate flesh of her thighs, first one and then the other, and enjoyed not only how soft it was, but how tense and anguished the muscles beneath the surface seemed!

Her legs were the same as the rigid rod throbbing from her crotch—firm inside, tender and delicate outside!

But as I kissed these precious inner thighs, I suddenly wanted more. I pulled back and pushed her legs back. She held them straight up at the ceiling, her beautiful new shoes pointing and now I began to kiss the backs of her thighs; kissing and licking and sometimes simply rubbing my face against them. I breathed in and smelled her fragrance, the smell of an afternoon of exercise—her musk. I licked it off her and nuzzled my cheek against them. But I hadn't seen the quick, instinctive movement of Michiko's hand as I'd pushed her legs back; the movement that I nearly always miss.

This time was no different.

I kissed and licked, strained up to reach the backs of her knees, and then ran my tongue straight down the back of her left thigh.

—And bumped into something which hadn't been there a moment before!

Michiko had absently—or on purpose—flipped her erection back between her thighs. She normally did this when her male part interfered with the way she wished to appear at any given moment. When out in public she had special panties which held the thing back flat under her crotch, but even when we made love and panties of any type were nowhere to be seen—and even though she knew that I absolutely adored her cock—the habit remained and she would sometimes fold it or tuck it backward.

But now it peeked out at a forty-five degree angle from between the backs of her beautiful thighs, and when I saw it, I only wanted to have it in my mouth! It was a cock, but I never thought of it as male. I couldn't; not after all the wonderful, intimate female things she and I had done together. No. It was a female organ which just happened to look like a penis. Pursing my lips, I pushed down around the head of the thing and Michiko gasped so loudly from the other side of those beautiful legs that I expected warmth to spurt on my tongue. Instead, her organ just thickened and stiffened. The head swelled between my pushing lips and then I pushed forward and down again, pushing my face between the tightly clenched thighs to receive more length.

Another gasp, but this time I realized it was me! Everything seemed to vibrate, to explode with excitement—even the air of the room. I pushed and pulled, letting my lips linger on the bulb of the thing, squeezing, pulling. I pushed her legs further back and then saw the tip of one of her fingers sliding lengthwise down the top of her prong. The finger was pressing, pushing, making the cock jut more perpendicularly to the creamy thighs. I took this extra length into my mouth and sucked—hard.

Michiko gasped. I sucked, she moaned. And then, because it was right there, I slipped a finger gently into her pussy-hole. I felt it squeeze and flutter around my finger, felt the warmth of it increase, and felt it suddenly become wetter. I plunged my finger in and out and then pulled my mouth of the prong and wiped Michiko's own wetness over the underside of her stiffening cock!

It was like melted butter—slick, smooth, creamy. I quickly dipped my fingers back into her cunt and brought them out dripping with her clear honey. I smeared it between my fingers and then reached over the flexing rod and lubricated it top and bottom. I felt it try to lift and spring out, but I held it there. Michiko's finger also held it backward at me and I continued to massage it, to rub and squeeze it and when I sat back I noticed how stiff her legs were, how all of her leg muscles seemed tense and ready to spring into action.

I couldn't help but go back to kissing those beautiful legs even as I kept my fingers gently working the stiffness peeking out between them. And as I kissed and licked her legs, Michiko seemed to rise to an even higher level of excitement. It didn't seem possible, but the sense of it was that she was about to explode in orgasm, and that she was actually a little fearful.

—Because it perhaps was something she had never done before—not to this level!

Then, in this excruciating pleasure, Michiko's raised feet started rubbing together. Rubbing and pushing and scraping. Her legs were shaking with tension, but her feet were rubbing, and then I noticed that the left ankle-strap was coming loose and then the toe of her other shoe was scraping at it, and finally I reached up and brought her feet down to me, yanked and tore feverishly at the straps until they opened, and then pulled both shoes off. I began kissing Michiko's now bare feet until the excitement got to be too much and her legs straightened and pointed at the ceiling again and then came back down. They looked so stiff—like they were cocks and they were erect—that I simply went back to running my tongue over the shins, down to the ankles and tracing the reddish marks left by the straps. Her toes curled, spread and then pointed hard, and then there was a low moan that seemed to fill the room.

I felt hot droplets hitting my fingers as I continued to work Michiko's rod. It was throbbing now, getting even thicker than before, but throbbing and undulating as it unloaded. I heard another gasp and a shuddering moan and Michiko's legs shook, tensed, and then straightened at the ceiling again. More whitish goo dripped out of her cock and I smeared and massaged it over the rest of the organ, making the entire thing slick and deliciously sticky! The temptation was to duck my head under her wagging legs and put my mouth on that jutting rod so I could taste her, but then the legs began to settle and bend down and I couldn't help but start to kiss them all over again!

Finally the heat of the storm faded and Michiko relaxed. She lowered her legs and lay there spread out, still breathing hard, returning to normal. She was such a cute mess though—hair all mussed, shirt and bra pushed up and not even taken off properly, panties and shoes gone and smears of jiz and pussy-juice on her crotch, all mixed together! The sight of her laying there so helpless like that didn't help my own sense of horniness right then though. I took a breath and tried to calm down, but every time I looked at her, another part of her would drive me crazy!

Finally she raised her head and smiled at me dreamily.

"...never coming that way before," she sighed. "...like legs having orgasm and toes gushing!" She sat up quickly, her hand once again tucking her maleness from view, and without a word of warning, she reached toward me, grabbed my right ankle and pulled it toward her. I started to say something, but the next moment Michiko kissed my instep and my mind went blank. And while I was sitting there shivering, Michiko secretly slipped her foot between my legs, got my panty-crotch nudged aside, and pushed her toe into my cunt.

The orgasm was like a wave crashing on the shore. No build up or rushing in—just blam!

Then another, and the next, and my other leg straightened out and I leaned back. Michiko was now sticking her tongue between my toes and the electric sensations from that combined with the firm toe in my pussy and I finally lay back flat and let it happen.

Orgasms, just endless rises and falls, over and over again, everything washing and melting together. I enjoyed Michiko's toe almost more than her cock sometimes; it didn't go in as deep and it seemed to work my clit better.

And she really was working it!

And her tongue—uuu! So tender and so firm all at the same time; licking, poking, teasing. I thought I was going to lose my mind from how incredible it felt. But after I don't know how long, the straps of the shoes started to itch. It felt uncomfortable and irritating. It was like I wanted to give myself to Michiko, to give my feet to her completely, with nothing to get in the way. There hadn't really been a time when we'd made love other than barefoot, and I now wanted and needed that again. I pulled back my left foot (she was kissing my right), and reached up for the ankle-strap, but she beat me to it. In moments she'd removed the heavy shoes and dropped them on the floor, and then things felt better. I was bare for her—at least that part of me.

But then I needed more. My body ached and fought against the feeling of being encased. I pulled my shirt up and started to wiggle out of it. I didn't have a bra on and so in seconds my top half was free and clear. Then I started to push at my shorts and panties, and that was when Michiko's thrusting toe pulled out and two hands grabbed the shorts and underwear and pulled downward. I was stripped naked, and as I freed one leg, Michiko finally stopped enjoying my foot and slipped the clothes off the other.

Naked. At last!

But though every part of me was now available, I only really wanted to continue with how things were. And when a toe pushed into my pussy and lips began to kiss my foot again, besides coming, I smiled to myself because Michiko was so tuned-in to what I was feeling. Then the orgasms took control and time stopped.

When my first day in ultra-high-heels ended, I wasn't wearing heels or any shoes or anything at all. But neither was Michiko. Some time during that incredible foot-loving she'd managed to get her top off, and when I opened my eyes finally and raised my head, there she was, a panting, nude mass that was seemingly melted into the melted nude mass that was me, both of us still crotch-to-crotch after the vigorous pussy-grinding we'd finished with! I got up on my elbows and smiled across the fleshy blur that was our two bodies, and Michiko's face finally lifted into view. She smiled contentedly.

"Starving now," she said. "Pizza place down the street! I'm paying, okay?"

Thirty-five minutes later two women came out of Ultra-Sexing Legs, International and strutted down the sidewalk, their three-inch heels clicking in perfect unison. One was a little taller than the other but both were dressed and made-up to the nines. There almost seemed to be a light shining down on them from the buildings above and though every head turned as they passed by—both male and female—they didn't seem to notice.

—Because as they walked, they could only think of one thing: the person beside them, whose hand they held.

And the taller of the pair—me—found that I was suddenly even more deeply in love with Michiko, and that only made me smile more.

One day about a month later, as Michiko and I slowly got our legs untangled from each other (we'd each had our legs waxed the day before and had spent two hours enjoying the new-found smoothness!), we sat up still out of breath, and Michiko, for whatever reason decided it was time to bring me up to date on a little family news.

She told me that her uncle—the chairman—had finally come out of the closet. It was a shock to me, but she said she'd known for years and years.

"Not obvious," she said. "...but his liking male very much, very long time. Except..."

"What?"

"Oji's partner...is Newhalf." she said. "Not regular male."

"Uh, tell me what Newhalf was again? Transsexual or transgender or...?"

Michiko went on to tell me about Harumi, her uncle's new love. She'd met her and said she was a beautiful woman inside, very sweet and caring and perfect for her uncle, but biologically male. She was similar to Michiko in that she looked and sounded—and for all intents and purposes was a female—except for that one place which her uncle liked just the way it was.

"Oh, so sweet!" I finally said, because it was!

"Hai!" Michiko said. "She so nice. Oji in-love with her...but, now he's thinking making Ultra-Sexing Legs into part Newhalf club!"

"Nothing wrong with that, no?"

"No, but uncle now saying I should be club's other half advertising girl. You for one side, and me for other."

"So? That should be no problem," I told her. "You're just so... gorgeous!"

"Problem being," Michiko sighed, "I'm not looking Newhalf—looking more...like you." She simply raised and pointed her left leg to show me. I guess something else was really bothering her because she somehow didn't remember that I'd long ago memorized every pore of her body—especially her legs! I looked at what she was showing me just to be polite.

"Why is that a problem?" I asked.

"Not honest," Michiko sighed sadly. "He want feature me because I his niece and have dong like guy, but...I'm not Newhalf; I...aberl-ation! He know I'm different, but...liking have his family member as featured leg-girl. I look at Harumi and she is as you say—gorgeous! Sexy, tall, long legs, fresh, pretty face. She should be model!"

"Well, tell your oji," I said, but Michiko shook her head.

"Did already," she said. "She beautiful—when you meet her you know—but...small things and you know she Newhalf. And that is point of advertising, no? If I'm in picture, they think 'oh, just 'nother chick...not Newhalf."

I really didn't know what to say, really. It was really troubling Michiko and I only wished I could offer some help.

"And plus!" she suddenly burst out. "His not liking people think 'well, Harumi featured only because she her girlfriend! Making other leg-girls jealous, making board suspicions. Uncle just loving her and that's all; no hidden agenda...."

"Maybe we should just all be in a picture," I said. "Get some of the other leg-girls, get Newhalf girls—because they have to have them if he wants it to be that way, right? Can't just advertise and then not have it—get different nationalities, maybe even get gay males. I mean why not? Mix things up. Have a big picture with thirty or fifty models showing their legs, and nobody in the world is going to know that one of the Newhalfs is your uncle's partner. And you can be in it as one of us because they're not going to show private-parts, so...."

Michiko was just staring at me, and I shut my mouth. I'd spoken too much and I was going to apologize, but before I could she reached over and pushed me on the shoulder.

"Hai!" she exclaimed. "Making big picture like entire cast of Broadway show! I've seeing already some of the Newhalfs to be hired and enough to be included. But...gay men? Hairy legs? Ewww!"

"Well, maybe not then," I said.

"No, good idea," Michiko said, and her eyes were shining as thoughts whirred through her head. "Oh, and stocking and pantyhose and rope binding and latex legs!"

"And bandaged and ankle-brace and toe-splints and..." I said and now Michiko stared at me blankly. "Uh, or not..."

Then her eyes flashed again.

"No no, I'm seeing." she said. "Like 'oh poor thing, pitiful...all busted up and still going to sexing! I'm...liking this!"

I suddenly had a vision of Michiko, naked, with an ankle brace on one ankle and a wrist brace on the opposite wrist.

It was pretty arousing for some reason.

We kept on brainstorming for another hour or so and when we had something solid, we got dressed and hurried up to visit Ojisan. It was the first time I ever saw Harumi who was tall and curvy and wore a long, slinky silk dress. Her appearance made me jealous right away, but the moment she bowed to greet us and spoke so gently and sweetly, I changed my opinion of her!

We laid out the plans, and despite my nervousness, the chairman approved everything, right down to the idea of expanding into the gay male market. In fact he was so impressed, he made some calls right then and there.

Four days later, the photo shoots began, and though it was pretty hard work—especially for Michiko and me, who he, because it was our baby, placed in charge—it started to come together. It was the first time I'd ever seen most of the regular leg-models before (I had no idea there were so many!), and when the Newhalf models arrived it was another whole world of discovery for me. They were gorgeous! Put side by side with the bio-women though, there were differences just like Michiko said. And those differences were even more apparent when it was time for Michiko and I to finally shed our clothes and join in with the others. Even with her penis (which she instinctively hid as always), there was nothing male or even Newhalf about her!

Part of our 'deal' with the chairman was that she and I would pose next to each other, and this we did. The only thing that I wasn't aware of was how we'd be posing. Genitals and sexual areas were all cleverly concealed behind knees and elbows and hands, and I was doing this just as always. Michiko sat right up behind me—her legs spread and curved around me—but as she scooted into position I felt something very stiff and very bare pushing at me from behind and without really thinking, I lifted up a little bit and let it slide into my pussy. Michiko sighed against my shoulder and shivers began to race all through me. Sixteen shots were taken and in every one the expression on my face is rather... interesting to say the least! Michiko wasn't actually fucking me or anything, just staying buried in me, but that was enough.

Her excuse?

"I'm having to hide my thing from camera's view," she whispered in my ear. "Many apologies...."

We stayed joined like that after everyone else—one hundred and twenty-five models—got up and went to get dressed. I was afraid to move because even the slightest twitch would send me to the very edge of orgasm. I waited and breathed, waited and breathed, and then, when I expected the photographers to pack up, they instead moved in closer.

Then closer.

They started to set up again, changing lenses, and that's when Michiko kissed my neck.

"Have arranged extra pictures just for us," she sighed in my ear, and then Michiko slid gently out of me and we started to pose together; legs, arms, feet, shoulders—everything we enjoyed about each other being glamorously shown.

There were lots of shots I really liked, like the ones where she and I leaned back on our hands, pointing a foot and touching our toes together, or ones where we faced the camera sitting cross-legged, each of us with a hand on the other's leg. But my favorite by far was the last one with the two of us sitting facing each other, knees drawn slightly up, legs entwined, both leaning forward with eyes closed and lips pursed, just about to kiss each other.

That one wasn't posed; it was taken just before Michiko and I actually started to make love and there was just so much yearning it was incredible! I remember it because that's the way it was!

"Good night!" Michiko had said hurriedly to the camera crew, and they moved off with their equipment. When they disappeared into the elevator, we returned to that same kiss but this time my right leg swayed flat to the floor, the knee bent more, and I pushed my foot against Michiko's pussy. Her right leg did exactly the same thing and the next moment we each inserted our big-toe into the other's cunt. There was no thrusting or jamming or ramming; we simply sat there like that under the stars, kissing and enjoying being joined that way.

There was no rush now, no hurry, no deadlines to meet, and we just kissed while our pussies began to flutter and squeeze around the intrusions. Then I bent my other leg down and brought that foot to gently press against Michiko's other organ. She sighed into my mouth and inhaled quickly. I felt her cock stiffen and swell.