Ms. Marca Ch. 61
Date: 13.04.2009
Keywords: Marca, 61, Ch., Ms.,
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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.
Angelica's face was a mask of concentration as she worked to get off. Her pussy was the same faint red that her asshole and it began to swell and bulge the closer she came to climaxing. Gabe watched as a clear stream of juice trickled from between her lips, and then felt her entire body tense.
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Keywords: Marca, 61, Ch., Ms.,