Theophane’s Thighs

Theophane's Thighs

My friend Leoni had to be the luckiest man in the world. He wasn't the smartest, he wasn't the handsomest, he wasn't charming, and he wasn't rich. About the only positive attribute he had going for him was that he pursued whatever he wanted fearlessly.

Despite his lack of greatness, he had the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen or probably will ever see. In fact, whenever I was around Theophane I felt bad because I couldn't help but compare my wife to her unfavorably.

Even nature bowed in awe. She was a wonder, so how could anyone not compare her to nature's greatest treasures or the world's sweetest foods?

I wasn't the only one to notice her irresistible nature. Wherever they went you could see the men's eyes fixed on her with unflinching boldness.

Some even made passes at her while Leoni was right there. Of course, he stood up to them. I've seen him defend her honor and win against bigger men than him. Yes, he was a brute of a man but he won more because he fought like a Honey Badger than due to his size.

He once told me that they moved to America from some tiny Greek island because his lovely girl was constantly beleaguered by suitors.

Her most striking feature was her snow white hair which must have been even more startling in the Mediterranean area from which they emigrated.

Her eyes were as dark as the midnight sky and they reflected the light like diamonds. Her skin was as smooth as fine lanolin-caressed Corinthian leather

Her features were comely as a flower and her nature as gentle as a lamb's.

One day relaxing on his veranda I finally asked Leoni, "How is it that a man like you can get a girl like Phane? (That's what he called her, it sounds like Fonni.) I mean, she's an absolute goddess."

I was thinking, that in contrast to her he was about as normal as it gets. Even his career was boring. He ran a service that kept track of people with restraining orders on them, and made a daily report to those with the injunction. He barely made enough to afford their modest home.

At my mention of that last word 'goddess' he shot me an accusatory look, like I'd stumbled onto something. Then in a rare moment of confession he leaned close and whispered, "I stole her."

I must've looked shocked because he felt the need to explain, "I was once among those hordes of men who pursued her across seas. We sailed to Crumissa and faced great hardships to win her.

When most of my comrades had died, attacked by wolves, I crept outside her window and convinced her that she would be happier with me than with her husband."

"And just how did you convince a young beauty to leave her husband?"

His face shone pridefully, "Her husband was arrogant and rich and powerful and he viewed her as property, but what she wanted was to be worshiped."

I half understood. Though this didn't explain what was special about Leoni. "Wouldn't just about any man worship her?"

He was silent for a while. Drinking more ouzo and sinking further into his drunken willingness to share. "You're right that she's like a goddess. She thinks of herself like that too, and for all her perfection she demands adulation. In reality she's an idol - capturing men's hearts and steering them astray. I was different because I was relentlessly willing to give it all up for her even after the infatuation wore off."

"Sounds like a dream." I replied, "You make it seem like it's a burden." I couldn't fathom the infatuation ever dissipating.

Out of the blue he began reciting a poem:

"Love's nectar is sweeter than the first light's dew.

Her empyrean hair is whiter than snow.

My love is a tender ewe.

The sands of time fall slow.

To bed the woman all men want to screw,

Is to see your life's work ebb and flow."

I didn't know how to react to or even interpret his poem. What I did know is that if I could find a woman half as enticing I would leave my bride for one night's pleasure.

I didn't expound on my unspoken thoughts but said, "I know it's wrong. To throw away all my love, for something so fleeting. But that's the grip that has me." He nodded with the knowing insight of a friend who'd seen me struggle whenever she was near.

He sighed, "But that's how idols work." He let that hang in the air for a while then added, "If you're serious, stay for a bit longer. She'll be home in a couple hours."

I reclined in his chair lost in reverie and said nothing for what was easily five minutes. I envisioned various sensual exchanges between the lovely Theophane and myself.

In my mind's eye I looked up at her majestic hanging orbs. I stroked her flawless legs from ankles to thighs. Oh, her thighs!

I wrapped my arms around her hourglass waist. I leaned my head against her pillowy stomach. And finally I pressed my lips to her flawless skin.

Suddenly his words sank in. I sat up alert and excited at the prospect of actually kissing her skin. "You're saying it, aren't you? What I'm thinking?"

"I won't be doing you any favors. You have to be willing to pay the price? Trading your integrity for hours. You know what she wants."

I thought about it. The prospect of reveling in her body for one night seemed delicious. I desired nothing more than to forget my wife and worship the voluptuous creature that was Theophane.

When she came home she drifted through the garden portico like a summer breeze. Her Tiffany wrap flowed around her like the vapors of a flame, then drifted away, discarded.

She exchanged a look with Leoni then strode over to me confidently.

Staring into my soul she inquired in her exotic accent, "Which part of me do you crave most?" Initially I couldn't answer. My thoughts wandered endlessly in her eyes in search of what she wanted me to say. The touch of her hand on my arm made my heart race, distracting my thoughts.

Helpless, I watched her kick off her shoes, her feet were delicate jewels sparkling across the tile. She pranced gleefully toward the kitchen to get herself a glass of vino. Her curly locks bounced in celebration.

I watched her walk away, unable to pry my eyes from her fine buttocks swaying beneath the short woolen skirt.

My eyes glanced at her caramel thighs. Those delicious thighs! Then higher to where her pussy would be. I couldn't help but imagine myself kneeling behind her burrowing my nose into the hallow there.

I fancied wispy hairs tickling my lips. Then thinking that if my lips were there, my nose would necessarily be encompassed by her firm round buns. And I wanted to be consumed more than ever.

When she returned I started to answer: that her body was incredible. That no part would be better than any other.

But she stopped me, "Hush! You don't need to say it. I know what you want."

She luxuriated, seated across from me, crossing and uncrossing her legs, her eyes twinkled, "What are you offering?"

My first thought was to say 'everything.' Then I considered Leoni's warning. I dropped to my knees on the cold floor. "I'll cherish the treasure that is your body. I'll glorify your every strand of hair. I'll exalt in your haughty eyes, I'll honor your every sexual need, and I'll revere the smallest word that escapes your lips."

She parted her thighs slightly revealing a hint of a whiteness therein. Her diaphanous panties would be a prize I would pay dearly just to bring into proximity with my nose.

She rose regally and turned to go into the house. As she floated that way she dropped her top on the ground revealing her naked tan back to my pious eyes.

Frozen, I watched her go. She was, by now, naked, save for the pure alabaster mini. She glided through the entryway out of view, then her last vestige of clothing flew back landing before us enamored men.

The normally strong Leoni rushed after her, eager to please. Calling over his shoulder he told me, "Don't keep her waiting."

Lightheaded, I needed a moment to be able to walk. Next, I followed the trail of Leoni's clothing into their bedroom. It was sparsely decorated with one large bed covered in a singularly black sheepskin pelt.

He was there, naked and exposed, lying next to her. Meanwhile, she reclined on the large fur, her white hair cascading around in sharp contrast to the ebony bedspread.

As I entered I was overwhelmed by her exquisiteness. I approached cautiously, willing to obey her every command. Nestled in the juncture of her closed thighs I beheld a prominent brilliant white mass of pubic hair to match the shock on her head.

She looked me over approvingly, "Strip and make yourself ready to serve."

When my clothes were in a pile on the floor my dick stood tall in silent obeisance to her grandeur. Comparing mine to his, I observed that his outmatched mine both in length and girth. I lowered my eyes in deference to his superior cock.

She implored me in melodic tones, "Come here Lover." The word rang in my heart.

Her calling me lover filled me with a religious verve. I felt like I needed to crawl to her, to demonstrate proper homage.

When I reached the edge of their bed I pulled myself over the side. She opened her legs allowing me in.

Once I was on the bed with the unbelievably erotic nymph and her hero she smiled.

From up on the bed I could finally gaze closely.

Her body captivated me even more in its crowning perfection. Her olive skin was luminous. Her nipples were twin cherries atop rounded jello molds and I was a child unable to resist the jiggly treats.

Theophane slid over, perching astride Leoni's abdomen. This placed me directly between both their outstretched legs, staring at their venereal organs.

His lower hair was darkly rugged. His stalk was a meaty tube waiting to expand. The flaccid thickness was even yet impressive and its head was compellingly obvious even beneath the fleshy sheath of his foreskin.

Above it, her pussy was a delicate lily just beginning to bud. She ran her fingers down her body, meandering from her breasts to her womanhood. Briefly they lingered there, then she gingerly applied pressure causing the inner lips to part slightly.

"Come close." She implored me. "Breath in and tell me what your senses discern."

As a woman she was without defect and I half expected there to be no scent whatsoever. Then I considered that the penultimate woman must have an aroma at least as paradisical as all others. So would it be sterile or fishy?

I leaned close and inhaled deeply. The scent wafted up to greet me even as I fell into the carnival lambswool candy that was her bush.

Nuzzling lower I discovered down there that it was the freshest treasure the sea could offer.

Leoni's siren-songed darling searched the sybaritic folds with an intention whose purpose I couldn't mistake. Lifting her ambrosial tinged finger she rested it above my lip, "Tell me lover. What do you know?"

"I know...I know that no adulation is too effusive to describe your charms. I want to swim in your elemental ocean."

"Well said paramour. You are a worthy devotee." She pointed at Lioni's cock with her eyes. It was right there next to her source as well as my face, and she directed me coolly. "Take hold of it."

I examined the manly weapon discerning its ridges and wrinkles. Then impulsively I grabbed it in my fist.

"Rub it in my crease." She said.

Bending its head I pushed its tip into her sublime furrow. The end quickly became glossy with her lustrous sugary secretions.

His staff grew larger and harder. As I tightened my grip I saw pearly drops emerge from his slit and I squeezed them into her labia. The area grew more slick.

To me the dark rod held power as did her vagina. The only thing I didn't know was, did he offer his seminal power to her or did she dispense her mythical power to him.

With my rubbing of their parts the couples breathing increased fervidly, telling me my service was acceptible. When they reached whatever heights they were waiting for, she flipped over gracefully. Her candied fig was still presented to me in all its splendor, only now I gazed at the wonderful apparition from the back view.

Her ass was as magnificent as the morning sun and I was ready to bathe in its rays.

She kissed Leoni passionately, stopping long enough to instruct me, "Rub it in there again."

As I ploughed the groove I did my best to milk his spermy deposits into her where it belonged.

She closed her legs, scissoring them tightly around his pole. Her thighs pushed my hand away. His cock protruded a good three inches, lightly tapping at her morning-star anus.

The glowing star received his shiny dew willingly, inviting me to press his tip against the round wonder.

She ground her hips on him, alternately squeezing her cheeks shut, then lifting up to display her tantalising sex and butthole.

Leoni thrust harder and his dick poked through further than ever, hiding all her riveting mysteries from my sight.

Theophane addressed me anew, "My thighs. That's the part of me you wanted to name before. The part you are most taken by." She was right.

"Kiss my thighs. Show me your devotion."

It was easy and natural to prostrate myself on the black sheepskin, applying my lips to her thighs. That first touch of the smooth skin just above the back of her knees thrilled me.

She whispered seductively, "Kiss higher." I did as asked. I kissed all around her delectable thighs, not even stopping when I discovered wet tracks laid there by Lioni's dick.

"Kiss all around his pole, don't worry about it touching you. If you truly want to honor me you'll do it."

Again, I did as asked without wavering. When I kissed her left thigh the cockhead applied its liquid to my right cheek and when I kissed the other side the reverse happened.

Soon she lifted much higher and his cock receded completely out of view. Her chocolate nonpareil and venus clamshell begged for attention.

"Put your tongue down there to taste my nectar. Bring it into yourself. Imbibe the syrup from within." I didn't need to be told twice. I pushed my face as far in between her clenched thighs as I could. Reaching with my tongue, I licked, finding the juices of which she spoke.

I knew the wispy hairs tickling my chin from my prediction of what this would be like. Her fingers were in there too, clawing at her chanel and occasionally touching my chin, beckoning me deeper.

I knew I was tasting his abundant deposits too and still it was an epicurean cache to be hoarded.

As I'd predicted my nose was engulfed in her buns. There was no hint of objectionableness. If anything, the area made me think of rain drenched Earthy meadows.

I inhaled deeply, allowing the scent to color my spirit.

The cum-greased ring rubbed vigorously on me, driving me to want to give more. Intentionally, I centered my nose on her donut and stabbed at it, hoping my tribute would be pleasing.

It was. She answered my thoughts, "Yes. I love your adoration. Give it all to me. Taste."

I'd never wanted to taste any woman in this manner before. In fact, the thought would have repulsed me. But now I was compelled.

Zealous to present my sacrifice I licked the star greedily without hesitation. She pressed the delicacy back onto my wanting tongue, moaning, "Yes! Yes! You adore all of me. Will you do whatever I ask? Anything?"

I nodded silently, and I'm sure she felt my head move and understood my answer as I continued my idolatrous worship of her backside. She lifted her arse high up, spreading her buns open, allowing me unfettered access.

"Lover," she adjured, wiggling herself for me, "you need to do one more thing to prove yourself."

I licked more feverishly to indicate my obedience.

"Take it into your mouth."

Surrounding the exquisite tidbit with my lips, I sucked as if it were a sugar-coated bon bon. Phane laughed, "I love it. But that's not what I meant."

"Kiss my thighs again. The place right next to what you Americans would call my pussy." I moved away from her ass, placing my lips back to where her precious thighs were pressed together.

As I licked the moist skin, slathering each thigh, she slowly lowered her butt. As her body returned to a prone position Lioni's cockhead poked back through. When it first bumped my lips I'd forgotten it was under there.

I was about to pull away, disgusted, when the enchanting Phane beseeched me again, "Take it into your mouth."

This time there was no doubt what she meant. She ground down on it and it forced itself up between her slick thighs directly into me.

I had his whole cockhead between my lips with my face buried into her juncture and my nose on her bung again.

When Leoni felt my mouth he thrust up, impaling me a couple more inches. The two of them ground and thrust together, working as a team to fuck my mouth.

I let them have their way with me, even sucking because they wanted me to.

Phane rubbed her slit on his cockshaft carelessly, saying, "He's going to cum in your mouth and I want you to love it. Do it for me. This is the price."

Her frantic rubbing belied her impending orgasm and she begged more, "When he fills you with his generative seed: his lifeforce. I want you to cum at the same time that you ingest his vim."

I wasn't at all sure how I was supposed to time my orgasm with his. I wasn't even sure how I was supposed to have an orgasm with no one touching my prick.

Phane started to really ride Leoni's cock, rocking her hips up and down violently, squeezing his shaft with her strong thighs as I sucked hard on the end.

For his part Leoni thrust just as maniacally yelling out, "For you Phane. It's all for you."

His cum filled me. Invading every corner of my oral cavity. It was pungent and thick and when it reached back into my throat it created a unique acrid sensation like no other food ever had.

There was no choice but to swallow. It went down in viscous gulps.

The two of them fell still, their organs nestled wetly together. His cock shrank and retreated from me and when they seemed to require nothing more from me I disengaged.

My lust was sated, having been so intimately involved with the bewitching Phane and her champion. I was satisfied to have served so well in my first attempt as an acolyte.

I felt bad that I hadn't cum as ordered until I saw my stain on the bedspread. I'd missed my own orgasm so intent had I been on sucking his cock.

The lovers embraced and thanked me, but it was obvious I wasn't needed anymore.

Walking through the door to my own home I was met by my worried and angry wife who had been wondering where I had been for the missing hours when I was supposed to be taking her out on a date.

I was wracked with guilt: I'd completely forgotten about the woman who loved me. Worse yet, I had to create an everlasting lie to cover my tracks and hide the fact that my attraction for her was not to be the same for years to come.

I never saw Leoni and Theophane again, but did receive a note telling me that her husband had tracked them down again and they'd moved. They said they would write to invite me to join them when they settled in a new place. I vowed to destroy any letter should it ever arrive before I followed. For the moment I'd been saved by her husband.

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