I couldn't believe the mess my roommate Josh was making of our place. "Josh, would you pick up these magazines? They're all over the place!"
"What, I thought you liked them," he said. "I leave them around for you." He had me there. I did like them. I don't know where he got them, but they were really hot. Josh had a thing for legs, and the magazines were all about them, legs and breasts. Extra legs and breasts.
The biggest one was Four Legged Woman magazine. It was definitely among the classiest of the multilimb/multibreast magazines, and the chief competitor to American Humantaur, but with a more international flair. I picked up a copy of it, already feeling aroused and amazed by the photos. For some reason, four legged women always had four breasts, and some of them had four arms as well. The magazine didn't explain it, but it sure showed it.
Wow. These girls were beautiful. They would have been beautiful as regular girls, but with four legs and a second or third pair of breasts they were incredible. The editors chose as models beautiful four legged girls from all around the world, preferring young, innocent looking types that were tall and shapely and, of course, incredibly leggy. I liked the magazine's style because unlike some of the other multiple breast and multilimb magazines, the girls were in natural looking humantaur poses, instead of spidery positions.
This month's cover girl was a sweet four-breasted blond relaxing naked, her four wonderful long legs lazily resting against each other. She had wonderful eyes and a girl next door type of smile. The photo story inside showed her sitting on an antique stairway bannister, her four glorious legs arrayed elegantly, her four beautiful feet finding snuggle spots among the wooden railings. The photographer managed to catch her looking so sweet and girlish, with just a touch to make the picture more erotic. For example, while the four legged girl appeared innocently unaware of her four long legs on the bannister or her four feet snuggled in the railings, one of her fingertips was massaging the aroused nipple of one of her her lower pairs of breasts.
There were smaller pictures playfully tossed in among the larger works of art, one showing her sliding down the long curved bannister, laughing, blonde hair blown slightly, the four wonderful legs working to keep her balance as her silken fannies slipped along the bannister. Another showed her on one of those little silver scooters, two legs on it and the other two pushing along the floor to keep her moving, her wonderful breasts bobbing and swinging as she laughed.
There were lots of other four legged multibreasted models doing all kinds of theme photo stories. One was of an extremely cute young girl dressed in a milkman's white uniform, four breasts exposed, delivering milk bottles to an amorous customer. She was standing at the customer's door, one of her back legs doing a little kick, her face giving the camera a "whatever" look as her customer refused to accept the milk bottles, preferring instead to suckle her four bare breasts.
And there was another photo essay with a mythological fantasia-type theme, right down to the little columned temples in the misty distance, showing several busty young multibreasted centauresses in several stages of winemaking for a wedding, their little foursomes of feet purple from stomping grapes. Their centaur costumes were very cute, with fluffy fur costumes over their four human legs and hindquarters, ending right at waist level, at the naval where their multibreasted torsos started. Towards the end of the photo sequence the pretty young centauresses were obviously a little tipsy from sampling their wine, one of them licking her lips while comparing the taste of the wine with the taste of the milk from the four breasts of her giggling partner.
And the happy ending photo showed the bride and groom centaurs toasting each other with the sweet wine, the bride lovely in her white wedding veil, held partly open by her six breasts, and the tanned groom handsome and barechested as he kissed her. In the final sequence, he was sweeping her four legs up onto his back so she could ride side saddle on him, his four strong legs striding barefoot down the aisle as all the other centaurs and centauresses cheered and threw flowers.
"I want his job," Josh laughed, pointing at the groom in the photo.
"You startled me, Josh!" I said. "I didn't see you there behind me all this time."
"You get as wrapped up in this stuff as I do," he laughed.
"I'd like to be wrapped up in those, for sure," I admitted, really aroused by all the beautiful breasts and legs.
"Well, don't be shy then," Josh said. "I'll call the magazine and get you introduced to some of the models; I've been dying to do it myself. I don't even care if we have to grow four legs."
"Me neither," I laughed.
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