Two Feet For Seven Inches
by tannim
May 16, 2011

	His eyes watered, but his nostrils flared.  After taking the lion's shoes off, the whole room had filled with a pungent odor.  Its sour musky bouquet was tinged with the plastic and rubber and well aged cotton of his socks.  The feet were clean enough, but sweat soaked and matted.  They were also very hot and oh so inviting, as was the very hairy lion, or close enough to be called a lion, lion they were attached to.

	Kharnak looked back from where he lay on the bed.  His wide masculine pucker fully visible, his tight scrotum as prominent as any lions.  A thick matted strip of pubic hair bisected his jewels.  Even thicker hair ran up his back, along his tail base, and sprouted like beards from each armpit to match his thickly haired mane.  He was very much male, and the Ox wanted him, and his feet, badly.

	The large bovine grabbed the offered feet and pressed his broad muzzle to them.  His breath came in gasps from the powerful odor but he forced his body to relax and let it in.  It was a wonderful fragrance, despite the stink, and he wanted it all.

	"Your pads are so tough... like rubber!" Simon murmured.  He took a deep sniff and coughed.  "Fuck they stink too.  I need them, now."

	The lion shook his head and scrubbed his sweat soaked feet along the Ox's face.   His friend didn't move away from it, which was just fine for Kharnak.  Stroking his clawed toes through the shaggy fur and leaving his musk was fun.  It also let that big bovine dick stiffen a bit more.

	At last Simon pulled his face away and smeared Kharnak's feet down his chest and belly to his groin.  He wasted a little time rubbing his still covered tip against the tough rubbery sole of that sweet left foot.  The foreskin covering his glans slid around at first with the rubbing but soon his tip pushed out to join in.

	Kharnak felt the difference in flesh touching him.  His feet were rather like a tire texture wise, but they were still sensitive enough to feel a bit of pressure or friction.  Especially since the ox wasn't being at all gentle with his own dick.

	Simon ground his tip into the arch up and down from the back of the ball to the front of the heel with each stroke.  There was heat and discomfort, but his fascination for non-hoofed feet and his lust made him ignore it.  At last, though, he was too bothered to put it off anymore and squeezed both feet tightly around his cock.

	His large hips pulled back and thrust forward, treating Kharnak's feet as powerfully smelly pussy.  The lion turned his head back to watch him, but Simon didn't even glance up.  He kept his gaze locked on the pretty toes and sexy claws.  That sweet contrast between the dark rough pads and the brighter fur around them and his cock rubbing over both.

	Kharnak had an easy time of it, he simply lay there and enjoyed the foot massage.  His ox friend was well used to working another male's feet and did just fine without his help.  Still, he couldn't let Simon do All the work.

	The lion clenched his toes together to fit around the fat beef log sliding between his feet and even dug his claws in just a bit.  Simon's grunts of pleased discomfort made him smirk and flex his toes more in time to the large male's thrusts.  Kharnak felt his own manhood swelling under him from the attention to his fragrant feet, but only just pumped his hips to pleasure it.

	Simon told him to stop before tugging both of his friend's feet over his erection.  Thrusting was fun, but jacking off with another man's feet  instead of his own hand was how'd he really wanted to cum.  The pungent big soles drug over his firm cock perfectly.  He couldn't imagine a better pair.

	Their rubbery soles caught his loose cock skin with each stroke and pulled it up and down.  Simon's foreskin repeated covered his tip and every time it covered his glans again it felt great.  Kharnak's clutching toes urged him onward between the pair where he could bump into the lion's large heels.

	The ox felt his body pushed rapidly onward, his arms straining with the effort to pump those feet fast and steady.  Kharnak slid a hand back while his feet were molested.  He stuffed two fingers into his loose anal ring instead of grinding his own dick against the bed.  Why fuck the sheets when  he could fist fuck his ass and watch the ox at the same time?

	Fisting his own loose hole also gave Simon a very dirty show.  His friend's finger's dug tighter into his feet while his own fingers dug deep into his colon and slid deeper.  Kharnak wiggled his toes in time to his hand pumping his ring just to tease the big bovine.  In and out his fingers traveled and Simon's cock slide between his stiff rubbery foot pads in time to it.

	The lion hadn't intended to set the rhythm, but he didn't mind at all.  Loud heavy breathing came from behind him and he knew the big guy wasn't going to last too long.  Pumping his fist faster he tried to keep his legs as loose as possible as Simon sped up too.

	Both the ox's muscular arms jerked the big sexy feet over his thick dick.  His foreskin slid on and off of his glans wonderfully as he worked.  That soft flesh tube grew shiny and slick with his pre, more pre spurted lightly out onto Kharnak's ankles from the pleasant strain.  He was so close.

	Simon's nostrils were wide for the cheesy pong wafting from the two large soles and he breathed it in deep and hard with his heaving chest.  There was a desire to slow down, to savor them, but he was far too far gone for that.  He needed cum on the two sexy feet.  Needed their smelly hard rubbery bottoms dragging at his cock skin.  The sight of Kharnak fisting himself was hot, but it was the lion's feet Simon was interested in, just as when they'd started.

	The ox's low hanging balls swung when he couldn't resist thrusting into them.  His hands continued to pump them along his dick rapidly despite the thrusting, though, and soon he felt the pressure inside boiling over.  He rumbled at Kharnak and the big cat yanked his hand free and gripped the bed with both hands before squeezing his feet together as hard as he could to for a tighter pair of feet to fuck.

	Kharnak's ass clenched up again with the strain, his toes dug in, an he heard the pained cry from Simon.  That bovine dick jerked against his feet.  The ox's breath caught.  His eyes trembled with repressed urge to clench shut, and a heavy jet of spunk shot out.

	Simon watched it hit the cat's smelly left heel with the first shot. Some splattered over to the right even as the next pulse sent more flying.  He wanted it all on Kharnak's feet, but much if it sprayed over his friend's strong lower legs and mid thighs.  His hands never let up on those sexy feet, even with their toe claws digging into his cock meat.  The minor pain they caused was worth it.

	At last his peak faded and the broad ox dropped to his knees to bury his muzzle into the cum stained feet.  He sniffed at his own musk mixing with their potent masculine odor and let out a shuddering sigh.  Such a strong odor on those sexy well developed feet, and his seed got to mix with it.

	Simon looked up into Kharnak's gaze when the lion tugged his feet out of the ox's grip. "Can't I enjoy them for a few more minutes?"

	"Once I drain my balls" He squeezed around his not exactly feline cock and both his medial rings. "You got my feet, now I get your ass.  Just think how much sweatier they'll be after a good workout."

	Simon gulped and looked at them, so much different than the hooves of other oxen, so much sexier!  He dropped to all fours and lifted his tail out of the way, then winced at the sudden entry.  Giving up his rump was more than worth it to get Kharnak's feet again.