Law School Feet #1: Foot Love, Sleepy Feet, and More

This is a story that has it all...

As most of you know, I'm an attorney, and I thank you for not holding that against me. As most of you also know, one of my favorite aspects of being an attorney is getting to spend my work day in an environment where the women are pretty, dressed to the nines, and usually sitting or walking around with their lovely feet in various stages of undress. Most of the women wear pumps and heels that are at least a bit uncomfortable; so most of them are mostly not wearing their shoes. Most of the women are either dangling or dipping or walking around in their hosed feet.

I had, of course, experienced this phenomenon in other office jobs I'd had after graduating from college, and I loved it. In fact, I missed it once I began law school. Most of my female law school classmates wore jeans, socks, and running shoes or other comfortable footwear. So, it was hard to get a gander at their bare or hosed tootsies. I went to law school in the Boston-Cambridge area, so the only time this changed was at the beginning of the school year and at the end of the school year, when the weather was warm enough for sandals or barefootin' it. There were daily exceptions, of course. Some women did wear hose and did slip their shoes off in class or in the library. When I noticed some woman was in the habit of doing this, I quickly became her friend and sat near her as often as I could.

First year of law school is tough. Socializing became lower on the priority list than it had ever been before in my life. Nonetheless, I did date and sleep with a couple of my schoolmates first year. Both of them – let's call them Susan and Sharon – had really nice feet. Susan – a tall, fiery Italian woman – had really nice feet and toes. I dated her first semester of law school, and we talked openly about my foot fetish. We broke up, because she decided to get back together with her college sweetheart.

Sharon had really nice feet, too. Sharon was part-Swedish and part- (of all things) Eskimo. The Eskimo part just seemed odd in a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman like Sharon. The only thing that was unusual about Sharon was that her big toes were longer than you'd expect them to be in proportion to the rest of her toes and feet. She had a bit of a Britney Spears thing going (Britney's big toes are enormous, aren't they?), but Sharon's feet and toes were, in my opinion, much prettier than Britney's. Sharon's rather large big toes made pointy-toed shoes especially hard on Sharon's feet, because she had these enormous big toes crammed into the narrow toe boxes of her shoes. Sharon was a fashion goddess, though, so she insisted on wearing stylish shoes. This meant – you guessed it – that Sharon spent most of her time with her shoes off when she was indoors. I first noticed Sharon when she walked up to the circulation desk in the law library where I worked as a work-study student. Sharon was only 5'5", but she wore size nine-and-a-half shoes to accommodate her prominent big toes. As she walked toward the circulation desk, I noticed how lovely her feet were, and I fell instantly in love with her enormous big toes. I knew I just had to get my lips around them.

Sharon looked a bit like Renee Zellweger, and Sharon had the same Texas lilt to her voice. Not surprising, I guess, since Sharon spent some time in Texas. Her dad was in the Air Force.

I became friends with one of Sharon's friends so that I would become part of her circle. This is an old trick that's always worked well for me. The quickest route to a woman is through her friends. After a month of hanging around with them, I decided to make my move. We had a habit of going to a nearby pub on Friday afternoons, and I asked Sharon, her friend Lucy, and my friend Scott to play foosball. Sharon and I played on one team, Lucy and Scott comprised the other team. Scott and I were excellent foosball players, and Sharon and Lucy did all right for themselves. I kept buying round after round of beers until Sharon was a bit inebriated. I offered to walk her home when we were all through.

It was winter in the Boston-Cambridge area, so Sharon had put her shoes in her backpack and was wearing L.L. Bean hunting boots on her tempting tootsies. I was wearing L.L. Bean hunting boots as well. We strolled drunkenly toward her apartment, laughing and talking animatedly as drunk young people in heat are wont to do.

When we got to the door of her University-owned apartment building, Sharon asked, "Do you have any plans, Carl? If not, we can have some more beers, and I can make us some dinner."

"No plans," I said, trying to stay cool and mask my eagerness to have at those enormous big toes of hers. "A few more brewskis would be great! What's for supper?"

"Spaghetti with clam sauce and French bread," she said.

"Cool!" I said, unsurprised that we would be eating pretty standard law school supper fare.

We walked up to Sharon's apartment, and, as soon as we got inside her apartment, she said, "Take your boots off, Carl, so we don't track slush on the living room carpet."

"Yes!" I thought to myself as Sharon untied and removed her hunting boots to reveal bright red socks pulled over her lovely, hosed feet! "Damn!" I thought. I am not a big fan of socks. They're mostly good for taking off to reveal the foot goodies inside them. I could see the shape of Sharon's feet clearly through her socks with her enormous big toes jutting out.

I took my boots off as well. Sharon was wearing a red dress that really showed off her breasts, her legs, her heart-shaped ass, and her lovely figure. Her legs looked so sexy, and I had a hard time not being obvious about staring at her feet. Even with those red socks covering her feet, I still found them sexy as I could see the shape of those big toes of hers.

I helped Sharon cook, and then we ate dinner – talking and laughing, drinking more beer, and getting to know each other better. When we were finished dinner, Sharon said, "Wanna watch TV?"

"Sure!" I said.

We started pawing each other almost as soon as we sat down on the sofa. Sharon turned to me, smiled, rested her head against my chest, and sighed drunkenly. "You're really easy to be around, Carl," she said. "We should hang around with each other more often. This is fun!" Sharon looked up at me, and I kissed her on the lips. There's nothing like a couple of slightly drunk, horny law school students who are about to seize an opportunity to release all of their pent-up frustrations and tensions. Sharon opened her mouth to me, and our tongues explored the interiors of each other's mouths. Sharon's lips tasted incredibly sweet! They were moist and smooth and pleasingly soft. Her mouth was warm and expectant. She was very good with her tongue.

After kissing each other for about three minutes there on the sofa, I unzipped the back of Sharon's red dress with one hand and put my other hand down the front of her dress. I massaged her left breast over her bra and felt that Sharon's nipple was already quite erect. I probed with my hand for a clasp at the back of Sharon's bra. Finding none, I found the clasp at the front of her bra and unhooked it. I gently pushed the cups of Sharon's bra to either side of her breasts and massaged her round, ample, cantaloupe-shaped breasts. They felt warm, and they were both firm and yet invitingly soft in the way women's breasts are. Sharon unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands over my pecs through my undershirt. We kissed some more, caressing each other passionately. As we kissed, I fondled and massaged Sharon's firm, ample, cantaloupe-like breasts. I traced circles around Sharon's nipples with my fingers and gently massaged her breasts.

"Mmmm," she whispered drunkenly in my ear, "that feels nice. It's been a while since anyone's had their hands on my ta tas like this. "

"And such lovely tat as!" I said. "I'd be happy to give them a thorough going over any time you need me to."

Sharon giggled drunkenly.

I reached around Sharon for her zipper. The zipper in the back of Sharon's dress was long enough that I knew I could extract her upper torso from the top of the dress without having to remove her dress entirely. Sharon, no less experienced than I, knew instantly what I was trying to do. She extended her arms helpfully as I pulled the front of her dress forward and down, revealing her taut upper torso. The cups of Sharon's lacy red bra hung to either side of her lovely breasts. I slipped her bra straps down from her shoulders, and, smiling expectantly, Sharon stretched her arms behind her and let her bra slide onto the sofa.

Sharon giggled drunkenly and thrust her chest forward a bit. Her breasts were absolutely magnificent! "So, how do you like my mounds of pleasure?" Sharon asked.

"They're totally gorgeous!" I said truthfully.

"Mounds of pleasure," Sharon said, giggling drunkenly. "That's what one of my college boyfriends called them. I have very sensitive mounds of pleasure."

Sharon suddenly engaged in the hand-clapping, chest-touching motion that goes along with the child's game "patty cake." I drunkenly and instinctively followed along as Sharon sang,
"Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man,
make my nipples
as erect as you can!"

Sharon laughed in drunken hysterics at her naughty take on the kiddie rhyme.

I leered drunkenly at Sharon. I leaned into her chest and kissed the small areola of her right breast. I then kissed the small areola of her left breast. I lovingly touched the tip of Sharon's right nipple with my tongue. She moaned approvingly. I licked her nipple a few times, and then I traced a circle around her nipple with my tongue. I ran my tongue across the nipple itself until Sharon's nipple was erect again. I then kissed Sharon's left breast again, licking and sucking her left nipple to rock hard firmness. Sharon's upper chest – the space in the middle above her breasts – was flushed with the sex rash that all women get when they're really aroused.

"This is wonderful, Carl," she said, "you're really good with your tongue! It feels really great on my breasts and nipples! My ta tas haven't felt this good in ages!"

"Well," I said, lifting my face from her chest, "my tongue knows what it likes. And if tat as are always on the menu as an after-supper dish here in Chez Sharon, I just may become a regular customer." I kissed Sharon's warm, full lips. "You've got the sweetest-tasting lips and nipples, Sharon! I'm surprised you've been able to keep your ta tas to yourself with all these horny, male law school students stumbling about."

Sharon giggled drunkenly.

As we continued kissing, Sharon slid my undershirt over my head and unzipped my jeans. She stood up and let her dress slide to the floor. She stepped out of her dress. I stood up and removed my jeans. I was down to my boxers, and Sharon was wearing nothing but her socks, pantyhose and panties. Sharon made a couple of lame attempts to balance on one leg while stripping the sock from the opposite foot. She almost fell a couple of times. "Oh, poop!" Sharon said. "I'm too drunk to get these damn things off safely!" She thought for a few seconds. "Hey, wanna take my socks and pantyhose off for me?" Sharon asked drunkenly.

"My pleasure," I said, leering drunkenly at Sharon's upper torso, legs, and sock-covered feet. I sat back down on the sofa, and Sharon sat on the opposite end so that her sock-covered feet were in my lap. I looked at Sharon's sock-covered feet and then into her eyes. I grinned mischievously. I stripped the red sock from Sharon's left foot, threw it over my shoulder, and said, "Voila! The lovely, hosed foot of Ms. Sharon B____!" Sharon giggled drunkenly and wiggled her nylon-encased toes at me. "And," I said, pausing for dramatic effect. I then stripped the red sock from Sharon's right foot. "Voila! The other lovely, hosed foot of Ms. Sharon B____!" Sharon giggled drunkenly again and wiggled her hosed toes at me.

I had a perfect view of Sharon's hosed soles and the underside of her hosed toes. Sharon's feet were long, narrow, perfectly shaped and carefully pedicured. Her enormous big toes aside, Sharon's feet were even longer than one would expect them to be for someone her size. As I said, Sharon was about 5'5, but her shoe size was nine-and-a-half narrow. She didn't have bunions, but the balls of her feet were rather ample and pronounced, drawing one's attention to that part of her foot. She had low-to-medium arches and well-rounded heels. Her feet were long and thin and they broadened out from the balls of her feet forward to the tips of her prominent big toes. Her rather large big toes pointed inward just a little bit, and they were long and rather prominent, with plump undersides. Each big toe was thin at the base, broader at the middle and narrow again at the very tip. Her big toes were also a bit squared off at the tip. Her smaller toes were long as well, shaped like delicately-bowed shrimp, and the plump undersides at their tips resembled little grapes.

Sharon couldn't help but notice me leering at her feet, and she wiggled her toes at me. Without hesitation, I rubbed Sharon's right foot first, kneading her sole, working my way from her heel to her toes. I spent a lot of time rubbing the ball of her foot and massing her instep. When I got to her toes, I carefully corkscrewed and pulled on each one of them in turn. I paid extra special attention to her enormous big toe, of course! As I've said many times, nylon stockings make a nice substitute for lotion in terms of the ease with which one's fingers can work a woman's foot and toes. When I first started rubbing Sharon's foot, she grinned drunkenly at me, her blue eyes twinkling. After a few minutes, she sat back against the sofa's arm rest and closed her eyes. She sighed with pleasure. "That feels wonderful, Carl!" she said. "You can rub my aching tootsies any time you want to!"

"Hmmm," I said in a musing tone of voice. "Supper, ta tas, and tootsies – sounds good to me!" I smiled at her as I continued to rub her foot. "Shoes must be really rough on those big toes of yours," I said.

"Hmmm," Sharon said, "they are!" She gazed at her enormous big toes and said, "You don’t think my big toes are freakishly large or anything, do you? I mean, you've been staring at my feet. I've caught you doing it before during class, too. It's my enormous big toes, isn't it? That's okay, I don't blame you for staring! They're huge!"

"No," I said honestly. "I like them! I think they're kind of cute! I stare at your feet because I like them. I think you have pretty feet!"

Sharon smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, Carl!" she cooed drunkenly. "My last boyfriend used to make fun of my big toes. He used to call me banana toes and say things like 'I knew you were coming, because I could see those big toes of yours coming around the corner!' He really used to hurt my feelings!"

"What an a-hole!" I said. "Your big toes are very pretty, Sharon. You have really nice feet."

"Well," she said, "I get regular pedicures. The women at the place I'm going to are awful, though. They whisper and giggle when someone's doing my feet. I know it's my big big toes! I know they're making fun of my humongous big toes!"

"Well, they're being stupid," I said. "First of all, although your big toes are longer than most, they're not freakishly large or anything. They're just longer than average. They're distinctive. I like 'em! I think they're cute!"

"Rub my other foot, Carl?" Sharon asked, wiggling the toes of her left foot at me.

"With pleasure!" I replied honestly, because I was more than happy to oblige! I followed the same course I had in rubbing her right foot: I kneaded her sole, working my way from her heel to her toes. I spent a lot of time rubbing the ball of her left foot and massing her instep. When I got to her toes, I carefully corkscrewed and pulled on each one of them in turn. I again paid extra special attention to rather large her big toe, corkscrewing it and working it and tugging gently on it!

Sharon sighed and moaned appreciatively. "You're really good at rubbing feet, Carl!" she said. "This feels really nice! My toes feel wonderful!"

I had a tremendous woody by this point, of course! I was so into rubbing Sharon's foot that I wasn't aware of my huge, raging boner. Sharon looked down at my boxers, and my hard-on was immediately visible to her.

"Nice pup tent!" Sharon said, grinning.

We both blushed a bit. Sharon smiled and asked, "My feet really turn you on, don't they?"

I blushed in earnest now. "Yes, they do," I said, looking into her eyes to gauge her reaction. "They're really pretty!"

"Even my big toes?" she asked.

"Especially your big toes!" I replied, winking at her.

My penis was bulging in my pants, and Sharon's feet looked so very, very lovely! I switched my attention back to her right foot and massaged her nylon-clad toes. "Mmmm," Sharon said, "that feels nice! Your hands feel good on my toes! My feet and toes feel really good, really relaxed. I should have you rub my feet every day."

"No problemo!" I said.

"You can even rub my feet during class!" Sharon said. "All I'd have to do is sit a couple of seats away from you and put them in your lap!" She smiled at me. "Wouldn't that make class more exciting for both of us?!? Property and a foot massage!"

Sharon giggled drunkenly, and she wiggled and flexed her nylon-clad toes.

Emboldened by alcohol, I gripped Sharon's right foot with both my hands and hoisted it up to my mouth. I inhaled deeply, savoring the odor of sweat, leather and nylon that emanated from Sharon's hosed foot and toes.

Sharon giggled. "Aren't my toes stinky?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, taking my lips off her big toe. "Your toes smell faintly of shoes and boots and stockings and socks, but it's a nice, womanly smell! I love it! I love the sweet aroma of your feet and toes!"

Sharon giggled drunkenly.

I then put my lips around her nylon-clad big toe and started shrimping it – sucking on it and letting it slide in and out of my mouth. I could taste nylon and sweat and sock and leather and toe. I closed my lips around the base of Sharon's right big toe and sucked hard on it, moving my lips backward toward the tip of her toe as I sucked on it. I then opened my mouth slightly and moved my lips back to the base of her big toe, pressing them shut against her nylon-encased foot flesh and shrimping her big toe again. I did this several times.

"Doesn't my big toe taste like pantyhose?" Sharon asked, a look of slight apprehension on her face.

"Your big toe does taste a little like pantyhose," I said, " and sock and shoe leather. But I can taste your toe through the nylon, too. And your big toe tastes good!"

"So, you like the way my toe tastes?" Sharon asked.

I nodded affirmatively.

"Do you like sucking on my big toe?" Sharon asked.

I nodded affirmatively.

"Why?" she asked.

"Well," I said, "I have a thing for feet."

"No kidding?!?" Sharon asked in a slightly incredulous tone.

Without further discussion, I returned to sucking on Sharon's right big toe. I shrimped her big toe for a minute or so. I then popped her big toe out of my mouth, gave its underside a long, slow lick, popped back into my mouth for one last suck, let it slide back out of my mouth, gently kissed it, and nibbled a bit on her smaller toes. Sharon gently wiggled her toes in my mouth.

I stopped nibbling on her smaller toes and inspected her right foot. The hose covering Sharon's right big toe was drenched with my saliva.

"Does sucking on my toes and nibbling on them make you hard, Carl?" she asked. "I mean, you got a raging boner the minute you got your hands on my feet!"

"Yes," I said honestly. "I like feet in the same way that I like breasts and faces and legs and lips and pretty faces like yours. Massaging your feet turns me on just as much as massaging your breasts does!"

"But, they're just 3;feet," Sharon said.

"I know," I said, "but I like them!"

"In a sexual way?" Sharon asked.

"Yes," I said.

"So, you wanna boink my feet or something?" Sharon asked.

"Or something," I said, smiling. "Let me finish my work and get those pantyhose off you."

I began tugging on the toe tips of Sharon's pantyhose. She lifted her butt off the sofa, and said, "Take them off from here or you'll stretch them too much."

I slid forward, gripped the waistline of her pantyhose, and began rolling them down. I peeled the pantyhose off Sharon's cute, heart-shaped ass, pulled them down her legs, and plucked them from her toe tips. I bunched her pantyhose up and tossed them aside.

Sharon giggled drunkenly and wiggled her pale, bare toes at me.

I sucked and kissed and nibbled Sharon's bare toes for a few minutes, doing the toes of her left foot first and then the toes of her right foot. I sucked and kissed and nibbled her enormous big toes for a considerable amount of time.

"You're nibbling on my toes so much," Sharon said, "I'd think you wanted to eat them if I didn't know better! What is it about nibbling toes that turns you on?"

"I don't know," I said, "what is it about kissing and sucking your nipples that turns me on?"

"Well," Sharon said, "they're my boobies and boys are supposed to like boobies. I mean, ta tas are ta tas and toes are toes! My breasts are sensitive and sexual, and I love it when you suck and kiss my nipples! But toes are 3;well 3;toes!"

"Aren't your toes sensitive?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"And doesn't it feel good when I suck and kiss and nibble your toes?" I asked.

"Yes," Sharon said, "but 3;well 3;it's not the same."

"It is for me," I said honestly.

"You like toes as much as you like tits?" Sharon asked.

"Yes," I said, "maybe more."

Sharon smiled. "Well, okay then, but don't forget about the rest of me."

I moved my upper torso closer to Sharon's and I kissed her passionately on the lips. We kissed and fondled each other for a little while. I massaged and kissed her nipples to firmness once again. Then I gently slid my hand into her panties. I probed her vaginal area, and she was incredibly moist with desire! As I began fingering her vagina and probing for her clitoris, Sharon pulled my penis out of my boxers. My penis was red and totally engorged and erect and throbbing. Sharon massaged and stroked my penis with her right hand, while I continued to finger her cute little love shack. It was dripping with love juices!

We continued to kiss each other passionately as we stimulated each other's genitalia. I then kissed my way from Sharon's breasts to her vagina. She moaned with pleasure as I expertly explored her warm, moist vaginal area with my tongue. After a few minutes of pleasuring Sharon in this way, I kissed her inner thighs and worked my way down her legs to her lovely, lovely feet.

I gently kissed the exquisitely-shaped smaller toes of Sharon's bare right foot. I then popped her big toe into my mouth and sucked on it, letting her tasty toe slide back and forth in my mouth.

Sharon giggled drunkenly. "That tickles just a tad," she said, "but I guess it does feel really nice! I guess it does feel okay to have my toes sucked!"

I sucked harder on her bare big toe, shrimping it more rapidly and hoovering it for all it was worth.

"Mmmmm," Sharon said, sighing appreciatively, "that really does feel good, Carl!"

I popped her toe out of my mouth and said, "Well, I just had to see what your bare big toe tasted like with the nylon removed from it! It's quite delicious, by the way!"

Sharon giggled. I popped her right big toe back in my mouth, and I shrimped her big toe for several minutes. I then moved on to her second toe and her third toe and her pinky toe. I shrimped each gorgeous toe on Sharon's gorgeous right foot. She giggled when I sucked hard on her baby toe.

I then turned my attention to Sharon's bare left foot. I kissed Sharon's big toe and then started shrimping it. I then proceeded to suck and nibble and hoover all of her other toes.

When I was finished, I asked, "Well, what's the verdict, counselor? Do you like having your toes sucked?"

Sharon giggled. "Well," she said, "I don't know. It's real 3;different! I've never had anyone kiss and suck my toes. It's unusual, but it feels kinda nice! I guess I like it! I guess I like having my toes sucked and kissed! And you love my feet and toes, don't you?"

"Yes," I said, "I really like your feet."

"I know!" she said. "You even like my big banana toes!" She paused. "Does that mean you have some kind of foot fetish?"

"Yes," I said honestly. "You could say that. But I also love the rest of the female form. I love your face and lips and eyes and smile and breasts and nipples and arms and hands and fingers and body and rear end and legs and ankles and feet and toes! I love every inch of you, Sharon!"

"You don’t have to convince me of that," Sharon said. "I mean, I know you won't forget about the rest of me. It's obvious to me that you love every inch of me! I've just never had my toes sucked and kissed before is all."

"But it's wonderful, isn't it?" I asked, laughing.

"Yes," Sharon said, swinging her luscious bare feet to the floor and hugging me, "I guess it is!" She squeezed me tightly. "The foot thing is a little different, Sweetie, but, hey, you like it, and it makes my feet feel good, so what the hell! Kiss my feet! Suck on my big toes! But just don’t neglect the rest of me, okay?"

"No way I'd forget about the rest of you!" I said. I kissed Sharon passionately on the lips again and held her body close to mine. She kissed me back, and we Frenched each other for quite a long time.

"I want you to make love me, Carl," Sharon whispered in my ear, her lips moist and her breath hot against my lobes. "Let's go into my bedroom."

We both stood up and padded barefoot into Sharon's room. We jumped on the bed and slid under the covers. We kissed and fondled each other some more. I found Sharon's vagina with my fingers and began gently exploring its depths again. Sharon was hot and wet and warm and moist and ready. I grew even more excited as her warm vaginal juices coated my fingers. She rubbed my penis for a few minutes, and then she tugged on it a bit. It took me a couple of seconds to realize she was pulling me forward and trying to guide my penis into her vagina.

"C'mon, Carl," Sharon whispered drunkenly in my ear. "Do me! Do me nice like I know you can!"

I was more than happy to oblige! What an absolutely glorious feeling as my stiff penis slid into Sharon's totally moist love shack!!! My penis was totally enveloped by the warm, moist, softness of Sharon's cute little vagina! I began thrusting.

"Oh, God, Carl, that feels so nice!" Sharon whispered in my ear, "Mmmm hmmm! Oh, yeah! That's so good, Sweetie! You feel just wonderful inside me! I love the way you feel! You're nice and big!" She hugged me. "Make love to me, Carl! Do me nice!"

I thrusted deeper and deeper and faster and faster into the hot, wet interior of Sharon's vagina with each loving stroke of my penis. We kissed each other constantly and caressed each other's nubile, young bodies. Sharon began moaning with pleasure and passion. She clutched at my back, and we kissed each other wildly on the lips. She ran the soft soles of her bare feet up and down my legs.

"This is really nice, Carl!" she whispered in my ear. "This is really good! This is what I like! You feel so nice inside me! Your penis feels so nice in my @#%$!!! I love it! I am so just dripping with love juice!!! Do it to me, Carl! Boink me! Love me! @#%$ my brains out!"

I thrust harder and faster and deeper, being very attentive to make sure Sharon was having a fanfuckingtabulous time. She began moving her pelvis, and she rubbed the soft, tender soles of her bare feet up and down the backs of my calves and thighs.

"Oh, yeah, Carl! Oh, yeah, Sweetie!This is what I like! Boink me till I scream! Do me, Carl! Do me! Do me nice!" she moaned breathlessly, "You feel so good! You feel so good inside me! Boink me! Boink me! Boink me! Make me come! Do me, Carl! Do me, Sweetie! Do me nice!" Sharon's chest was totally flushed and spotted with the sex rash thing. Her face was flushed as well. She began to moan more deeply. "Oh! Oh! Oh! OH!" she moaned breathlessly with pleasure, showing me her "Oh" face. "Ah! Mmf! Ah! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Mmf! Ah! Oh, yeah, Sweetie, that's it! That's what I like! Ah! Mmf! Ah! Oh, yeah! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH, MY GOD! SWEET JESUS, CARL, I’M GOING TO COME! OH, YEAH! BOINK ME, CARL! BOINK MY BRAINS OUT! DO ME, SWEETIE! DO ME NICE! OH, YEAH! YOU ARE SO NICE NSIDE ME! YOU FEEL SO GOOD!" Sharon wrapped her legs around me and rubbed her soft bare feet againstthe backs of my upper thighs and my buttt. I continued to thrust into Sharon, and she continued to move her pelvis and to rub her bare soles against my butt and my upper thighs. We were boinking the @#%$ out of each other!

I thrust with a newfound urgency, and Sharon ground her pelvis against mine with a growing freneticism. We were moving faster and faster. Sharon clawed at my back, moaning, and she cried, "Oh, yeah! OH, YEAH! OH, YEAH!!! AH! MMF! AH! THAT'S IT, SWEETIE! THAT'S WHAT I LOVE! YOU FEEL SO GOOD, SWEETIE! OH! OH! OH! OH, GOD! SWEET, JESUS! DO ME, CARL! DO ME, CARL! DO ME SO NICE, SWEETIE! OH, GOD, CARL, MAKE ME COME!"

Sharon suddenly pulled her legs and feet hard against my butt, drawing me even more deeply inside her. Her chest heaved, and she let out a long, gasping moan of pleasure. "OH, YEAH, CARL! OH, YEAH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH GOD, SWEETIE! YOU ARE SO GOOD!" she moaned as she arched her head back slightly and thrust her breasts into my chest. Her pelvis pushed spasmodically against mine, and she moaned, "OH, SWEET JESUS, CARL, I'M COMING! I'M COMING! I’m COMING!"

I then climaxed, too. I felt the all-engulfing rush of pleasure that radiated out from my penis through my entire body, and I thrust my @#%$ deeply into Sharon's moist, gorgeous little house of love as I had my orgasm! My semen exploded into the moist interior of Sharon's hot little body. Sharon's body quivered and spasmed with pleasure as she continued to have her orgasm. I thrust my penis into her as far as it would go. She pulled her feet hard against my butt and then ran her soft, bare soles excitedly up and down my butt and the backs of my thighs. "Mmmm!" Sharon cooed drunkenly in my ear. "That was so nice, Carl! That was so really, really nice! There are stars shooting out of my toes and my fingertips, Sweetie! You did me up nice, for sure! My love cup is overflowing with woodie juice! " (When Sharon was a little girl, her mother called her vagina a "woodie" – pronounced whoo-dee.) We collapsed into each other's arms and kissed each other passionately, our bodies glistening with the sweat of passion and pleasure and love. We hugged each other tightly and showered each other's faces with kisses.

"Jesus, Carl!" Sharon said. "You are really good at this! That was wonderful, Sweetie!" We hugged each other tightly, and she ran her bare soles up and down my calves. "I want you to stay inside me for as long as you can! And don't worry, Sweetie, I'm on the pill!" Sharon wiggled her bare toes and ran her soles up and down my legs some more. After a time, Mr. Johnson sagged a bit and I took him out of Sharon's house of love.

Sharon and I hugged and kissed and hugged each other. "That's just what I needed, Carl!" Sharon whispered drunkenly in my ear. "I needed someone to boink my brains out! That felt so, so good, Sweetie! You obviously know your way around a woman's body. You can do my feet and then do me any time, Sweetie!" Sharon wiggled her toes against the backs of my calves for emphasis.

We fell asleep holding each other after a while.

I woke up first the next morning. I got up and took a leak. When I tiptoed back to bed, Sharon's bare feet were sticking out from beneath the covers. Her breathing was deep and regular. I knelt down at the foot of her bed and stared at her soles and the undersides of her toes. The plump undersides of her banana toes looked so inviting! I attacked her toes as gently and as carefully as I could. I shrimped and sucked and kissed all of her sweet-tasting bare toes, listening carefully to her breathing and trying to be careful not to wake her. When Sharon's breathing would stop or become irregular, I would stop shrimping her toes and wait for her breathing to become regular again. I shrimped her bare tootsies for a good twenty minutes.

Another idea then popped into my head. I got a box of tissues. I knew Sharon might think this really weird if she woke up, but I decided to do it anyway. I stood over her bare feet as they jutted out from beneath her down comforter and began to pleasure Mr. Johnson. I used some of the hand lotion Sharon had on her dresser, and I choked the bishop, staring at her soft, pale soles and the plump undersides of her bare toes. I began to beat Mr. Johnson harder, and I focused in on the banana-like undersides of Sharon's enormous big toes! I rubbed harder and faster! My pelvis then thrusted forward involuntarily as I blew my load all over Sharon's bare toes! Her breathing became shallow, and I was afraid she'd wake up as I squirted and pumped my hot semen all over her bare toes. I gasped and moaned softly as my orgasm ended. The hot, sticky, milky substance ran and dripped down Sharon's bare toes and onto her bare soles. I loved the way my go juice glistened on her bare foot flesh! Her breathing became more regular again, and I gently wiped my semen from her bare toes and feet with several tissues, glad for her deep, drunken slumber. Had we not downed so many beers the night before, she would have woken up for sure!

I spent a good five minutes admiring Sharon's soles and the undersides of her toes. I gave her right big toe one last kiss, suck, and nibble. God, I couldn't get enough of Sharon's feet and toes!

I crept back into bed and slid under the covers. We both woke up a couple of hours later. Sharon smiled at me and kissed me. "Wanna do my toes and then do me?" she whispered in my ear.

"I already have," I said to myself, smiling. "I already have."

"Wanna do my toes, and I'll blow you?" Sharon asked.

I smiled at her. Sharon positioned herself so that her head was down near Mr. Johnson, and she extended her legs and feet toward my face. Because of our differences in height, with a little maneuvering, we were a perfect fit for each other.

Sharon wrapped her lips around the head of my penis. She sucked on the head of my penis and then moved her lips down the shaft of my penis. She moved her lips backward back to the head of my penis, and she sucked on the head of my penis some more. Sharon went to town on my penis 3;

3;and I went to town on her toes! I kissed and sucked and nibbled all of her gorgeous, bare toes! I shrimped the bejesus out of all of her toes as she sucked on my penis! I spent a good amount of my time hoovering her enormous big toes as she gave me head.

"Don't come, Carl," Sharon said at one point. "I want you to enjoy this, but, if you can manage it, I'd rather have you come inside me again. So, we can do this for a while, and then we can make love."

It wasn't hard for me not to come since I had blown my load a couple hours earlier on Sharon's bare toes. So, she gave me head for a good long while, and I sucked the ever-living life out of her gorgeous bare toes! I sucked on her toes and licked them, probing between her toes with my tongue. I licked the bottoms of her smaller toes, and then I licked the pads of her enormous big toes. I licked her soft, pale soles from heel to toes and then back again. I sucked and kissed and nibbled her great big banana toes again and again and again. And Sharon happily played my skin flute the whole time.

After a good forty minutes of this, Sharon repositioned herself and kissed me on the lips. "Let's make love, Carl!" she whispered in my ear. "I want you to do me! I want you to do me nice like you did me last night! You can nibble on my big banana toes for as long as you like and then make sweet love to me for hours!"

More to come if you want me to write more 3;

-Footman

"Strength and honor!"
-Maximus Decimus Meridius; Commander of the Armies of the North; General of the Felix Legions; and loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius.

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