Teacher's Pet

By Female Foot Fan

I sat on the bench just inside the entrance to Wal-Mart looking closely at the feet of each woman who entered. It was mid-July and hot outside. Despite the heat, summer is my favorite time of the year. Everywhere you turn women are wearing shoes that expose their beautiful, often tan, feet. Though I'd seen many beautiful pairs of feet walk in that afternoon, enough to require my hands in my lap to cover my erection, I had yet to see the feet I was looking for: red nails and gold toe-ring in the shape of a rose.

A month earlier I had graduated from college and returned to my home town to start work at a new job. My home town is fairly small, about 5000 people, and boredom set in quickly. On a whim I decided to take a chance and place a personals ad in the local paper. The ad covered my features, and included the fact that I had a major foot fetish. In truth, I expected no responses.

Last week I came home from work to find a soft, feminine voice on my answering machine. The woman said she was interested in meeting and left an e-mail address to contact her.

I quickly replied to the message via e-mail. Her response was more than I could dreamed of. The woman's name was Karen. Karen wrote that she had been turned on to her feet by her ex-husband. He had worshiped them regularly. After her divorce every man to whom she had revealed her desires was either unreceptive or simply repulsed. She said that she always tried to keep her feet looking very nice, and that she thought men found her body attractive. She hoped that her age, 38, wasn't too old for me and that we could meet soon.

I was in shock. The woman I had been searching for all through my high school and college years was right her in my own town! The fact that she was older, I was only 22, didn't bother me at all. Actually, her age simply made it that much more exciting.

We quickly set up a meeting. Karen's children would be with their father the next weekend. We would meet at the entrance of the local Wal-Mart Saturday at one o'clock and then move on to her house. I would recognize her by her strapy high heels, dark red toenails, and gold rose shaped toe-ring on her right foot.

A shiver of excitement went up my spine as I continued watching the feet of the women who walked in. I tried to keep my glances casual, but I knew some of the women with the most luscious feet caught me staring.

My eyes followed a teenage girls green colored toes in the door and I caught a glimpse of red on the feet behind hers. Black straps criss-crossed the beautifully smooth, slim, tan feet that angled gracefully up to the heel. The feet paused just inside the entrance. I ran my eyes across the medium length toes, each bulged slightly at their tip. Perfectly manicured dark red nails met my eyes on each toe. I came to the second toe on her right foot and saw the golden rose toe-ring.

I raised my eyes slowly up Karen's body. Skin tight black jeans covered her muscular calves and thighs. Her legs seemed to go on forever before reaching gently curving hips. Her tee shirt was white and read "Cheer!" in red lettering. The shirt left an inch of her mid-rift exposed. I could see the slight definition of the muscle around her slim, tan waste. Two large, spherical mounds pressed against the cotton of the shirt. I could just make out a nipple at the tip of each breast pressing through her bra. On each small hand her long fingernails matched the color of her toenails. My eyes lingered on her beautifully angled shoulders and a gently curving neck. I looked at her face and stared. My mouth dropped open slightly and I gripped the bench with both hands. I knew this woman!

The only portion of Karen's body which gave away she was a 38 year old with a 20 year old's body were the small wrinkles on each side of her deep green eyes. She wore her straight, naturally blond shoulder length hair down, drawn back behind her ears. One stray lock hair stuck to her red lips and she casually reached up to brush it away. She slowly glanced around the entrance and her eyes settled the bench -- looking right into mine. Mild shock crossed her face but she quickly hid it.

"Jake! I haven't seen you since, well, since graduation". Karen Rose, my English teacher for both junior and senior years in high school, smiled and walked toward the bench. Mrs. Rose was the type high school teacher that every school must have at least one of: the boys would die to get in her pants. She was the teacher that seems so innocent each time she drops the eraser and bends over in front of the class. Or, when helping you with your work, leans down in front of your desk giving you full view of her large tits straining against her bra beneath her hanging shirt. She almost always wore high heels. Everyone always knew it was her coming down the hall by the "click-click-click". Mrs. Rose, Karen, was a legend, a goddess, at my high school.

Now that I knew she loved her own feet things began falling into place. When I was in school Mrs. Rose had repainted her nails daily, fingers and toes. Her nails were always manicured. She often wore open toed or feet exposing shoes, even in cool weather. Of course none of these things had bothered me when I was in her class -- I had loved it -- but the signs were so clear to me now.

"Um, hi Mrs. Rose", I managed to mumble. I stood up and felt the squirming in my stomach. I knew my face was bright red. My erection shriveled.

"I think it's OK for you to call me Karen now", she laughed and beamed her beautiful white teeth at me. She stopped directly in front of me. Being shorter than I her head was bent back slightly.

"Oh, OK, Karen", her name felt strange on my tongue.

"You're certainly looking well", she said. Though I knew she hadn't meant anything by it, my blush only deepened.

"You are too". I couldn't believe I had just said that. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was here to meet my former teacher!

Something flashed in her eyes. "Are you waiting for someone?", she asked, not betraying what she was surely suspecting.

"Well, actually, I, uh, yeah, I am", I stumbled.

Karen looked down at her feet, her toes wiggled. Her hair fell forward, hiding her ears. "Well . . . who are you waiting for?". Her head came up, green eyes peering up at me.

"Actually, um, this might sound weird, but I think it's you". I pulled my eyes away from hers and looked down in embarrassment. I saw her toes again and felt my limp cock tingle.

"Good, Jake", Karen smiled again and began to turn. She grabbed the corner of my shirt sleeve and gently tugged, "Follow me". She walked through the automatic doors and out into the parking lot, her high heels clicking. My feet wouldn't move for a moment. I finally regained myself and took off after her.

I pulled my truck into the driveway of the two-story house where Karen's car sat. My jeans, not surprisingly, felt very tight around my crotch. I kept running through my mind all the times I had fantasized as a teenager about Mrs. Rose. The picture of her feet flashed into my mind -- Oh God! -- the dark red on her toes drove me crazy.

Apparently Karen was excited also, she was already out of her car and into the house by the time I was stepping from my truck. At her front door, which she had left open a crack, I paused. I couldn't believe I was actually going into my former teachers house. I was on my way to worship some of the greatest feet I had ever seen. Amazing!

Karen yelled "Jake, come on upstairs". I heard footsteps moving upward and pushed the door open.

At the top of the stairs I heard noises from a room on the left. I walked through the open doorway to find Karen with her back propped against a stack of pillows on a king size bed. Her legs were crossed at the ankles, toes sticking up into the air.

"I, uh, this is a little strange for me. I mean, you were my teacher!", I said, resting my back against the door frame.

"Yeah, it's a little weird for me too . . . but much more exciting than weird!". Her eyes sparkled. "You know, I never would have imagined you had a foot fetish".

"Me! I never would have imagined you did! I mean, all the guys in school thought you were so hot. And here I am . . .", I shook my head side to side in disbelief.

Genuine surprise came to her face. "The school boys think I'm attractive?". I was amazed. Karen truly didn't realize how sexy she was.

"You are one of the most attractive women I've ever seen! Of course the guys wanted you . . . me included".

She tilted her head back and laughed out loud. Her smile vanished and she looked at my slyly. "Well, I guess you are the only one that gets me". She wiggled her toes.

My cock was so hard I was on the verge of pain. Karen's nipples were now clearly visible projections from the tips of her large breasts. She leaned forward and pulled off her shirt to reveal a white sports bra. The bra contrasted sharply with her tan skin.

"Which do you like better", she looked at me questioningly, "my feet", she pulled the sports bra off over her head, "or my tits?".

Her tits bounced as the sports bra came free. Huge, erect nipples topped the most beautiful breasts I'd ever seen. They were beyond anything you would find in an adult magazine. They were huge, firm, and they were right here in front of me.

Gently squeezing and pulling each of her nipples she said "Well?".

"You have awesome", I accented the word sharply, "tits, but your feet turn me on even more". The head of my cock eased its way over the top of my waste band, leaving a streak of cum on my abdomen.

Karen gave her melons one last squeeze, each more than filled her hand, and reached down to unbuckle the straps on her shoes. She dropped one high heel and then the other over the side of the bed. I was given a first look at her soft soles as she flexed her toes then her calves. Planting her heels on the bed she lifted her as and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down to her knees. She bit her lower lip slightly as she slid the jeans off over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. The look on her face showed she was clearly enjoying her amateur strip tease. The outline of her cunt could clearly be seen through plain blue bikini panties.

She rolled onto her knees, breasts swinging. Her ass rested right above her feet, each heel pressing gently against a round cheek.

"What about my ass?", she said, looking over her bare shoulder at me.

Though I could hardly take my eyes off her shapely rump, they were pulled back to her soles. In my minds eye I saw my cum running slowly down her soles and pooling in the cracks between her toes.

"I still have to say feet".

Grabbing the sides of her panties she pulled them off and turned back around. She spread her legs wide. Blond public hair covered her fleshy cunt lips. With her index fingers Karen pulled her lips apart, revealing the soft, pink, wet folds of skin hidden within. My pecker squirted a tiny bit of cum. A wet spot soaked through my shirt.

"What about my cunt?".

I cleared my throat and adjusted my erect penis. "I love every part of your body . . . but your feet are perfect".

Karen closed her legs and wrapped her arms around her buckled knees. "You are definitely my kind of man. Now get over here, lover!".

As Karen thrust her feet forward I dropped to my knees at the edge of the bed, shedding my shirt. I took both feet in my hands and began covering their tops with kisses and massaging them with my fingers. Pushing her toes up I ran my tongue up and down her soles, breathing in her sweet smell. My crotch pressed against the mattress and I felt more wetness inside my shorts.

"You have the greatest feet!". I sucked and licked her toes, one at a time and in pairs. I moved my mouth all over her feet and ankles, wetting them with my saliva.

Karen dug her hands into her hot crotch. I could smell the musty odor of her sex as she wiggled the fingertips of her left hand over her clitoris and plunged her index finger of her right hand in and out of her cunt.

"Uh, uh, keep licking. Keep licking!", she moaned. I was more than happy to comply. "Suck my toes you horny little boy!".

Sucking her toes I gently nibbled on the tip of each. My cock was the longest and hardest it had ever been. I unconciously bucked my hips in passion against the end of the mattress.

Karen's finger danced over her clitoris. "OH GOD, HERE IT IS!". Her hips bucked up and down violently. It was all I could do to keep my mouth around her sweet toes. "AAAIIIIIEEEEE . . .", she screamed in pleasure. A small bit of white foam formed around hand that continued pistoning in and out of her cunt. Finally her bucking ceased and she looked down at me, sweat glistening all over her body.

"My God, you're better than my husband ever was". Karen beamed a look of greatfulness. I stood up, a large wet spot covered my bulging crotch. "I want to feel your hot cum on my skin", she said smiling.

I pulled off my pants and underwear quickly. My shiny knob stood straight out, veins bulged up the shaft. A string of cum slowly oozed it's way to the floor. I began pumping my tool slowly, staring at her feet. Her orgasm had brought me to the edge and I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Come on, lover, jerk that thing for me. Cover my feet with your spunk". She raised one foot and ran the velvet sole down the tip of my dick. "Shoot it!", she yelled, a maniac look of excitement on her face.

I pumped faster and faster, my balls drawing up against the base of my rod. Unintelligable words suddenly poured from my mouth as cum burst forth from the tiny hole in my prick. I jerked madly as the first squirt splattered over the toes of her right foot. The sight of the pearl colored cream covering her red toenails intensified my pleasure. My hand jerking my stiff cock produced wave after wave of cum, more than I had ever cum in my life. At last I stopped my jerking, arm aching slightly, a tiny rivulet of cum still dripping from my penis. Karen's feet were a collage of tan flesh, red nails, and my thick, white seed. Her gold toe-ring was barely visible under a large white glob. Cum dripped from her feet and soaked into the bedspread around them.

I collapsed beside her legs on the bed, drained of energy. "Thank you, oh thank you", I mumbled, the ecstasy still wracking my body.

"The only thing that turns me on more than a man's mouth all over my feet is a man's spunk all over my toes", Karen said, her fingers moving absent mindedly to her cunt again. Rolling to the side, pussy directly in my face, she pulled a large dildo from the drawer.

"You may be worn out, but I'm just getting started!". She rolled the dildo over and over in the cum covering her feet until every inch of its long shaft glistened.

My cock was already stiffening again as she firmly placed the dildo's tip against her pussy and slid it in as far as it would go. She pulled it out slowly, just the tip remaining inside, and then plunged it in quickly with a grunt. Leaning back she closed her eyes and continued fucking herself.

I scooted down on the bed, my cock between her feet. Grabbing one foot in each hand I wrapped them around my once again hard cock.

"Oh, ready for more, huh", she said without opening her eyes. Her feet clamped around my cock sideways, one sole against the top, the other against the bottom. Calves flexing she applied just the right amount of pressure and stroked. Rhythmically she beat my meat with her feet, toes wiggling occasionally. My pleasure mounted.

"I want you to cum inside me", she said dreamily, "and I'm almost there". To my surprise she tossed the dildo aside. "Get up here!".

I sprang up and pushed her legs up, firm calves resting on my shoulders. I grasped her hips and lifted her ass off the bed, simultaneously plunging my hard meat into her slick, wet cunt until my balls slapped against her ass cheeks. She moaned. "Fuck me!", she yelled. I fucked my tool in and out of her, faster and faster.

"I'm almost there", I said, staring at her jugs as the bounced back and forth with the motion of our fucking. I began kneading her massive tits, one with each hand. Her nipples felt like wooden dowels pressing into the palms of my hands. She grabbed my ass, pulling me into her deeper than I thought possible.

Her moans filled the room. Once again my balls touched the base of my shaft. Karen yelled, "Oh shit, it's here!", and jammed the soles of her feet into my face. I breathed in the scent and shot my wad deep into her cunt. The soft, wet heat enveloped me as I rammed my cock home again and again.

"Oh, stop Jake, I can't take it anymore", she said. Her hands took a death grip on my ass to stop my mad pounding.

Slowly I pulled my prick out of my ex-teachers snatch, throbbing as it slowly deflated, and lay beside her on the bed. A trickle of cum ran from between her pussy lips, down the crack of her ass and puddled on the bed.

I lay there breathless. My mind reeled over having just foot worshiped and then fucked my teacher! Karen rolled onto her side to face me. She held a hand up to her mouth and giggled.

"What's so funny?".

"Oh, nothing, it's too corny". She ran a still slick foot up my bare leg, a streak of thick drying cum trailing behind it.

"Come on, tell me", I pleaded. I brushed my fingers lightly over her nipples and felt them stiffen.

"Well", a she looked at me sheepishly, "this certainly gives a whole new meaning to 'teacher's pet', doesn't it?".

We both cracked up. I grabbed Karen's shoulders and kissed her deeply, delving my tongue into her mouth. "I think we're going to give it a lot of other new meanings, too", I said, as I pushed myself down and ran my tongue along her pussy crack.