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Lucretia: Baddy Two Shoes finds Violetta dealing
with having a supernatural Guardian Angel grand aunt reincarnated through
her shoesex power. This makes for a few complications in Violetta's existing,
regular relationship with Ellen Stewart - who has no idea that her lover
is really two people in one body. Violetta tries to placate Ellen's concerns
with some well-aimed foot worship...
Ellen looks to the ceiling.
"V, I don't need this. I don't need comforting. I need answers."
"Shush, we'll do this my way. As I rub your feet, as I worship those
divine digits and soothe your sole, I'll tell you everything."
"Be careful," says Lucretia.
"Shut the fuck up. Give me an ounce of credit. Of course I'm not
going to tell her everything. Just enough so we can get through this.
"You're wise beyond your years, my daughter."
"Well, I'm waiting," says Ellen.
"Let me get some lotion," I say, my head spinning from keeping
straight this bizarre three-way-two-way conversation. I trot off to the
bathroom and return with a tube of massage oil that heats with rubbing.
It's cinnamon flavored. I lay a towel on the floor and take off my old
Fuck Me And Marry Me Young tee shirt, kneeling naked at Ellen's feet.
I place her soles on my thighs, pressing her feet into my skin with my
"While you've known me a long time, Ellen, through much shit, you
still don't know me that well. Don't feel bad. No one does, even me."
I pour oil onto my palms and massage it into my hands, after which I clasp
my hands on Ellen's ankles, sliding my slippery fingers down, across the
ridges of her feet. I trace the outlines of the bones, working outwards,
circling back around the sides to insert my fingers between her toes,
fucking those spaces, in and out, feeling the warmth of the oil soak into
Ellen's feet. The cinnamon smell wafts upwards, intoxicating us like we're
baking something sticky, sweet and oh so decadently good.
"Feels good," Ellen says. She closes her eyes. Her head lolls
back. Her body arches and in doing so, her tee shirt rides up and I see
the swell of her pussy lips rise invitingly.
This is excellent progress. She's not yelling at me. I'm horny, and I
harbor a sneaky suspicion that Ellen is on the slow boat to horniness
too. Feet are wonderful. I'm firmly convinced that there would be no more
wars if opposing world leaders were made to give each other foot rubs
and then enjoy the subsequent pleasure of a divine pair of feet massaging
them or a divine pair of hands on their feet, depending upon their personal
"I've told you that a lot happened to me in Rome. I've told you about
how I discovered the secret to my power. In those caliges I was Lucretia.
I endured all she did, and yes, part of me liked all the things done to
her and that she then did to others."
I pour oil directly on to the top of Ellen's foot, letting it spill down
and onto my thighs. I rub my fingers in the mess, scooping it onto Ellen's
foot flesh. I arch her feet upwards and press my thumbs into her soles,
following the outlines, curves and ridges, pressing hard into the depressions.
I work my fingers along the bones, back up to the toes, each one of which
I masturbate like tiny cocks, pulling them upwards, lifting Ellen's foot
from my thigh until its weight drops it back down with a rude slap. I
repeat this over and over. Ellen moans. Her head tips to the side. She's
a ragdoll. I'm not sure if she's hearing me.
"By now you should know that life with me is never going to be normal.
I know you think you can keep the wolves at bay, but you can't. And bad
things happen when you try. Remember Tony?"
Ellen lifts her head and nods, but she keeps her eyes shut, her head falling
back against the couch. I slide all my fingers between her toes, squeezing
and pulling. The cinnamon smell is too inviting. I bend down, breathing
in the delightful aroma that bears a slight tinge of Ellen's feet to it.
I extend my tongue, running it up the bottom of Ellen's big toe until
I reach the top, then I purse my lips and suck down like it's a dick,
and I'm giving it a blow job. Up and down I suck, pumping the rich cinnamon
vapors into my nostrils. Ellen squirms softly, slowly, undulating like
she's fucking an unseen lover. I pause at the top, talking more to her
big toe than her.
"In Rome I had things done to me just like what I did to you, and
I liked it. I'm learning about me, about my power all the time. There's
always something new. Like those boots you gave me. They're a new threat,
and I have to rise to it."
I suck down again on Ellen's big toe, and I'm not sure whether it's my
hand or Ellen's leg that's the instigator but her other foot slides from
my thigh to between my legs, working its way to nestle between my pussy
lips. As I suck down on one big toe the other big toe slides up and down
my labia, flicking across my clit. This footsie play makes it harder for
me to talk. Little shivers of delight punctuate my words.
"You know the feet cannot be denied. That's much more than a saying.
Thanks to my connection with Lucretia I can summon all of her knowledge.
I can fill myself with her supernatural power. She's my Guardian Angel.
It sounds fantastic, but fuck, so is shoesex. To do it I need powerful,
intense emotions of the kind that come when we're having sex, so don't
feel bad about what happened. Feel good. You allowed me to discover the
means to solve the Jack the Ripper crimes and prevent the latest incarnations
of his evil that lives on in those boots."
I'm dripping pussy juice down Ellen's massage oil covered foot and her
toe is spreading the heated mixture over and inside my cunt. I feel tingly
and electrified from the cinnamon, almost burning, smoldering. I gnaw
on Ellen's toe, opening my mouth wide to stuff all of her toes inside.
I run my tongue around and inside her toes. She arches the other big toe
and it slides inside my pussy while the others dance across my clit. I
snake my arm up her leg, smearing massage oil streaks along her pale,
soft skin. My cinnamon-lubed fingers slide effortlessly inside her sopping
cunt. I arch my fingers to rub her G spot and we rock backwards and forwards.
My lube-coated fingers slide in and out of her pussy as her lubed big
toe does likewise to my cunt. If she's feeling half the tingle from the
cinnamon that I am then the smolder is gonna ignite into a raging fire.
It's almost too much, too sensitive, but we can't quit. We mirror each
other's clit attentions, flicking our hardened nubs with fingers and toes.
We come together, linked by Ellen's feet and my hands and mouth. I feel
her shudder and release on my fingers as I do likewise on her foot. Locked
in this climactic embrace for what seems like ages, I continue to massage
and lick Ellen's toes as waves of coming wash over us, cresting, falling,
but never quite dying down as I demonstrate the simple truth behind "the
feet cannot be denied."
Violetta needs some powerful sex to
resurrect Lucretia from a limbo-cell that some scheming members of the
Catholic Church have cast her. Ellen is reluctant to help, fearful of
Lucretia's influence over Violetta, so she must seek mindblowing, footsmoking
sex with a couple she meets through a sexpaper ad...
Incense burns. Monks chant. Not that there's a bunch of monks in the
pillow covered room. It's a CD of Tibetan chants, but it seems like we're
surrounded by a monkhouse full of horny monk voyeurs cause we're all naked
smoking joints. It's good stuff and we're high as kites.
I learned Saffron and Kahn's story. She was a hooker by night called Liz
Stora from some small town called Torslanda near Gothenburg and a student
by day at the university. Kahn came through as a guest lecturer in Eastern
Philosophy and converted her from selling her body to slobs to giving
it to him in the name of reaching Nirvana. He christened her Saffron and
they've been Kama Sutra-ing ever since around the world. And they've gotten
damn good at it.
Saffron's stroking my body, running her fingers over my hips, parting
my ass cheeks to toy with my rosebud butthole. My hand slides between
Saffron's legs. Her pubic hair is as golden as her long flowing headhair.
Her pussy lips are plump and wrap around my finger, coating me with her
musky juices. Her clit is hard, and each time I flick the sensitized nub
Saffron makes this little ahhhh sound and arches her back. Kahn watches
us with his deep, dark eyes, alternating between stroking his cock and
making some pungent potion over a small candle.
Saffron kisses me, her smothering tits rubbing across mine. Our nipples
brush, hard bullets against the softness of our silky breast flesh. My
finger slides in her pussy. Her finger slides in my ass. Now it's my turn
to ahhhhh, my moan reverberating around our locked mouths. We roll around
the cushions, our naked bodies enfolding and merging. Saffron was right.
We do fit together perfectly, and it feels like we're floating around
the room. I know it's a byproduct of the weed but it's fucking good.
"The tea is ready," Kahn says.
Saffron and I brake from our liplock, but our hands continue exploring
our bodies, our tits caressing. Kahn walks towards us, carrying three
small ornate cups cradled in the triangle of his large hands. His cock
bobs from side to side. He's lithe, his dark brown body glistening with
a sheen of fine lotion that Saffron applied as I undressed. His shoulder
length black hair makes him seem primal.
"It's made with the finest psychedelic mushrooms from deep in the
forests of Sumatra. They are our passport to Nirvana."
I reach up to run my finger along the underside of Kahn's cock, running
my fingers along that ridge of skin, the raphe, that separates his balls.
His cock twitches, and a thin sliver of precome tears at the tip. I wipe
it off with my finger and put it to my mouth tasting his saltiness. I
can't resist adding my two cents worth of naughty narration.
"And this is our fuel, and this - "
I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking it.
"And this is our rocket."
"Drink," says Kahn, offering us the cups. Saffron takes one
and I do likewise. We clink china and Kahn says a few works in Hindu,
Urdhu or Katmandu - I don't know what the fuck du it is. My head swims.
I just want to fuck.
We sip the tea in unison, our feet touching, our bodies nestled close
in a triangle of anticipatory lust. The tea is sharp with fine bits of
shroom pulp in it. It's hot, and each time I chew on a shroom bit it gets
even hotter, releasing a flood of taste and temperature through my body.
I feel the tea's glow radiate through my skin, and I feel it's heat through
Kahn and Saffron's. I'm sweating and so are they, but it's not gross,
it's like we're all coming through our skin. I zone fast feeling like
my body is three or four sizes than it is. Everything seems small and
distant and my body feels like it's closeted in cotton wool. I'm all sex.
"I want to fuck," I say, hearing the words echo in my head,
thinking they're coming from somewhere else as Kahn takes the empty cup
from my hands. To fill the heated void I slide my fingers around his warm
cock. Saffron does likewise with her hands, and together we stroke his
hefty erection, playing with each other's fingers as much as we're playing
with Kahn's cock. He alternates kissing us, and we caress our breasts,
marveling in their different sizes and shapes. I've never really dug large
breasts but Saffron's are perfectly formed - firm, not fake. They're enlarged
versions of mine, and in my high shroom state Saffron's tits seem larger
and softer than they really are, almost floating into my hands. Her ample
breasts remind me of Lucretia's bosom, and I think of bringing my Guardian
Angel back through this sex-magick ritual so I can feel those lovely titties
swamping mine again, and so I can feel Luc's mouth on my titties again.
Thinking of Luc and Lucretia makes me happy as well as high. It's easy
for me to imagine they're with me, and we're all enjoying this dreamy
fuck. I am so in to this scene, I'm not thinking of - well, you know who,
at all. Luc and Lucretia - Saffron and Kahn - me - that's all there is,
and I don't ever want to come down from this soft, sexy cloud I'm floating
Kahn's hands slide from our necks, down our backs, around our waists and
nestles under our sexes. He cups our pussies as he continues kissing us,
alternating his lips from our mouths as his fingers undulate into our
cunts, molding his hand to our labia. We match his motions, rocking on
our haunches, working our clits into his palms like we're putting pearls
back into their oysters.
"It is time for the posture of the gobbling fishes," Kahn whispers
into our ears. Saffron smiles at me as she lounges backwards, pulling
me with her, on top of her. She wraps her arms around me, pressing her
breasts into me. I love the way her hard nipples burrow into my boobs
and mine do likewise to her. It's such a turn on. We're kissing and grinding
our cunts and tits together. Her golden blonde pubic hair brushes against
my browny snatch and the two mesh as our clits dance a tango together.
I feel Kahn's hands on my ass, positioning me above Saffron, working my
body deeper into hers. She arches her back, thrusting with her pelvis
and legs lifting me up, and even though I'm higher than the stars from
the dope and the sex, I remind myself that Gina's death shoes are sitting
in arms' reach next to my crumpled clothes, and that's how Lucretia and
Luc will join me for real. Those shoes are why I'm here and not with Ellen,
and once I put them on there will be no turning back.
Salvatore emphasized the need for intense sex while trying to resurrect
Lucretia. What Kahn and Saffron are doing to me certainly qualifies and
then some. I'm on top of Saffron, kissing her so deep we could be munching
each other's twats through our bodies, our titties mashed together, our
nipples diamonding hard, our pussies rubbing clit to clit, our legs spread
wide, with Kahn kneeling between our legs, adding his purposeful manipulations
to our natural feminine grindings. I feel his breath on my thighs and
the brush of his long hair as his head nears our cunts. It must be an
awesome sight to be so close to two dripping, sexing pussies.
Saffron shudders, and it takes me only a second to realize why as Kahn's
tongue slides from between her labia, over her clit to my clit, massaging
the two together, on up to my lips, spreading them, pressing them flat
like he's licking an ice-cream cone, and after he's burrowed deep in there
he slides out, tonguing my asshole, his fingers replacing his tongue inside
our cunts. He rims me into a moaning fit, aided by the plundering finger
fucking he gives us, the force of his thrusting hands pressing our bellies
together, coaxing our clits to rub against each other. It's the most fucking
amazing feeling I've ever had during sex. I wish I had shoes on to record
this. It's so intense.
But not intense enough, I tell myself. Not yet.
Maybe it's the weed and the shrooms but I'm so high that my body can take
more pleasure. I'm building a come so mega that the news tonight will
report that the Big One finally hit San Francisco.
Saffron and I work together as if we'd been fuckers for life, Siamese
twins joined at the cunts, our bodies rippling along each other like sea
creatures. Kahn is a master, his tongue moving from my ass to Saffron's,
to our cunts, always inserting a finger so we're never unoccupied. It's
a sexy, wet mess down in the delta of our cunts but Saffron and I really
gush when Kahn massages our G spots together through the thin walls of
our tight pressed pussies, our clits licked together by his tongue. Doing
something like that stunt that teenage girls practice where they tie a
cherry stem together, Kahn entwines our hard clits. It feels like they're
knotted tight, threatening to explode. I really come to appreciate the
size of his hands as one of his fingers snakes up my ass. From the way
Saffron jolts I guess he's doing the same to her, and it's simply the
best fucking sex I've ever had. I've got to teach Johnny this trick. He
can practice on Ellen and me when all this is over. Ellen will go for
it. No way can anyone, no matter how tight-assed, not respond to this
ultimate sex. A little weed, some shroom tea and three willing and able
bodies and we can call Nirvana our home forever and ever, amen.
Johnny. Ellen. Gina. The shoes.
Not yet. Not yet, pretty please. I want to enjoy myself some before I
rip this party apart.
Saffron starts to come. I feel it first in her mouth as we kiss, have
been kissing through all Kahn's pussy tonguing and finger fucking. Saffron's
mouth shakes and I feel her lips quiver. It's like she's nibbling on my
lips, and I can't help giggling from the tickling feeling. It's that little
laugh that seems to start it all because she clamps down on my mouth with
hers and sticks her tongue in my mouth like it's my cunt and she's fucking
me with her dick.
Kahn knows his girlfriend's body because as she does this he rams his
fingers into our cunts deep, his tongue battering our clits, his fingers
doing the same to our asses, it all merging together through the thin
walls separating our asses from our cunts and our cunts from our cunts.
Saffron comes, lifting her body upwards and me with it. She collapses
and I come down hard, and the blow sends me into comeland, and we're exploding
and rolling together and it's like we're melting into each other. Two
people one body in an altogether different fashion than I'm used to. Kahn
pulls away for a moment, and as Saffron and I remain locked in climax
he fucks us with that huge dick, plunging first into her spasming cunt
and then into mine, alternating pussies, one after another, and it's then
that I understand where the position got its name - the gobbling fishes.
Our pussies are down there, gaping wide wanting that dick, wanting to
be fed, ready to gobble it down as soon as it has finished its stroke
into the fishy cunt next to it.
If I thought the foreplay of Kahn's licking and finger fucking was hot,
man, when he plunges his cock in deep, his hands on our hips, pulling
us into him, it's fucking China Syndrome radioactive, melting down through
the Earth's core, turning the entire fucking planet into come mush.
This is it. This is where I belong. This is the Universe of Fuck, and
it's all I want and live for. It's like dying and being reborn with every
fucking touch of skin on skin, cunt to cunt, cock inside fucking us both
at the same time. Even when he's in Saffron I can feel his dick in me,
my hole still ripe from the last plundering, sensing his mammoth cock
through her skin and mine. It's like we're being fucked by two guys, only
this is better, because it's like we're being fucked by every guy on the
planet, by every guy that's ever lived, by one guy who really knows how
to fuck a woman, two women, all women.
Man, I feel one with this fucking Universe of Fuck. It can't get any better.
I'm coming and going and living and dying. My orgasm explodes from my
brain, down my body, my nipples becoming so hot Saffron jumps as if she's
been electrocuted by them. My orgasm rushes through my pussy, squeezing
Kahn's cock so that the normally tantric man can't help himself, and Shiva
knows how many restrained climaxes explode from him into my spasming cunt,
and it doesn't stop there, his jism and my climax running down my thighs,
the intense feelings melting into my feet, where I really enjoy its magic.
This cannot get any better.
Too bad it has to end.
Kahn's collapsed forward on top of Saffron and me, still thrusting into
our cunts as his orgasm rubberizes his legs. Saffron's in some kind of
come-drug-induced trance moaning a constant ohhmmmmmmm into my kissing
mouth. I bend my legs at the knees and reach for Gina's shoes. I fumble
a little as I have very little room for maneuvering, but after a few panicked
pattings I find them and thankfully they're slip-ons so it is easy for
my fingers to snag them under the bridge.
I swing on up and anchor it on my furthest foot and then do the same to
How I managed all this in the midst of three orgasming locked bodies I'll
never know, other than it is really true: the feet cannot be denied.
Two people one body, that very familiar feeling.
Violetta and Lucretia journey to Mexico
in search of answers to the disappearance of Violetta's baby, Luc. They
recruit a young hoodlum to be their guide and sextoy, using the copious
fucking to fuel Lucretia's growing powers.
It's mega sexy to watch them and feel all that Lucretia experiences
without having to worry about a murderer jumping out of the footy shadows.
It's cool. It's relaxing. It gives me time to think while having sex without
having to work at it. It's the best of all worlds.
Miguel's into Lucretia's pussy like she's a big old python swallowing
her prey and he's it, and she's that really rare, exotic breed of python
that feeds through her cunt. He holds his arms behind his back, fingering
his asshole per Lucretia's demands. His mouth, courtesy of his weight
and that he has no support for his body other than Lucretia, is full-on
gnawing on her cunt. Her legs are spread wide, her toes carving into the
bedsheets like they're digging furrows in wet sand for her ocean of come
to drain away. Her hands grip Miguel's head by his long black hair as
she works his face into her pussy, commanding him in raspy Mexican to
eat her cunt and to lick her clit and all the things that go with a good
slippery nasty. Man, is she working him and me over. It feels fucking
Sex is always the best funk antidote. Fuck away the funkaches is my motto
along with the other one you've heard a bazillion times.
Miguel is a natural cuntlicker. He uses his tongue and his lips and his
nose and that scraggly beard in all the right places. He knows where and
how a woman likes to be licked. He's as good as any woman at cuntlicking
and that goes for all the lesbians I've enjoyed, in realsex-time and shoesex-time.
He's so good because he takes direction well, and do Lucretia and I know
how to give it. Thanks to our mouths and our hands and our orders Miguel
becomes an extension of our bodies. It's like we're licking each other
through him. I tell Miguel to lick harder. Lucretia says the same in Spanish,
and she guides his head with her hands, and damn do I feel it as if he
were latched onto my cunt.
"Suck on my clit."
Miguel fellates Lucretia's clit like a little cock. His lips purse into
a tiny oh and he bobs up and down like a good homo should. He's so good
at clitsucking I'm beginning to wonder if the boy isn't just a little
bit bi. I wonder if he's sucked cock?
"You like that, Miguel, don't you."
He nods and, well, his whole body moves as he does, and that nod, oh my,
how it travels up my pussy to my tits and bounces around my brain. This
should fire my synapses into a bliss no funk can sour.
"Lick my ass, Miguel."
Lucretia pushes his face down to her butt, sliding his whole visage through
her parted labia and juice-matted pelt, rubbing his hair into her pussy,
fastening his long, angular Latin nose into her vagina as his tongue rims
her butt. Oh, man, is this a lesson in how to pleasure a woman through
the roof, to the stars, by way of Uranus.
"Fuck your ass, Miguel. Fuck your ass for us."
Miguel pounds his finger up his butt and the thrusts make his head jackhammer
into Lucretia's cunt. His tongue burrows up her ass - his nose wedges
into her cunt and his forehead bangs on her clit. It's something like
As Miguel undulates his body he rubs his cock on the sheets against his
flat stomach. I catch peeks of his dick as he moves. The tip is red, swollen,
His foreskin rolls up and down like he's jerking himself off. Sticky pre-come
dribbles out of his dickslit and leaves a trail along the bed which smears
on his golden skin and shines.
Lucretia bends her long leg at the knee and presses her foot against Miguel's
cock, arching her sole around his pulsing shaft. She bends her other leg
at the knee and presses down on Miguel's hands as they fuck his ass. She
kicks her foot down, adding extra oomph to his thrusts. Miguel moans as
his fingers push deep into his butt. I feel Lucretia's foot press Miguel's
cock into the bed and rub it up and down with short, sharp, heavy attention.
Miguel moans as best he can, his face muffled by my cunt and ass. His
hot breath, the clustered suck of his lips, the gnash of teeth and the
lunge of his body as he comes on Lucretia's foot lifts us both into a
orgasmic Nirvana. Miguel's hot come flooding through Lucretia's toes is
like warm massage oil that she uses his dick to rub into our soles.
We don't let him rest. We keep him moving up and down and licking at our
pussies and asses as his dick grows soft through the mega-sensitive stage
he finds himself trapped in. He's our living, breathing sex toy, and we're
not finished yet. There's many more orgasms to go for us on this night
of the Day of the Dead, and if Miguel's true to form then he'll be ready
to go again in half an hour.
|What happens next? It involves Jack the
Ripper, the Catholic Church and much shoesex in a terrifying climax
that maybe the end of Violetta Valery Cutrero. Or it may just be the
beginning. Buy Lucretia:Baddy Two Shoes and find out whether the feet
cannot be denied...