Once I discovered that a girl's softball team played in the park every afternoon, it became my habit to watch them. There was something more than all that young female flesh jiggling that attracted me, but I didn't know it at the time. One petite redhead, in particular, caught my eye, and I enjoyed watching her run the bases. She had good strong legs, with well defined muscles that showed themselves as her feet kicked up dust. She ran with grace and ease, and she was fast.

I approached the park each day with more and more eagerness, my heart racing and the blood pounding in my veins. Then I'd stand by the fence and wonder why my cock became so incredibly hard as I stared at all those pairs of bare legs and sneakered feet beating the dirt. I hardly ever gazed up to see all those tits bouncing under T-shirts, or the way those asses shifted so delightfully under shorts that had the team's name embroidered on the back pocket. It were the legs and feet that excited me, I decided.

Then, last Friday afternoon the redhead walked right toward me after the game. "Hi," she said;"you're lan, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I answered. She looked familiar, but I didn't think I knew her. Then it hit me. "English Lit 101, last semester," I said, recognizing Kerri now that she was at closer range. We'd lived eight blocks from each other and had been attending the same college for two years, but it took my voyeurism for us to meet.

"You like softball, or are you just drooling over the scenery?" she asked, and I admitted it was the latter. We started walking and soon found ourselves in front of Kerri's apartment building. Neither one of us seemed to want to end our conversation about school, which had led us to learn we had a lot of mutual friends. So when Kerri said, "Come on in," I said yes. Bounding up the four flights of stairs to Kerri's three-room flat, I watched as her feet alit upon each step and I became focused on her pink sweat socks. They were wrinkled, and dirt from the field clung to the cotton ribbing. Her sneakers were worn and the bottoms caked with dirt and grass. For some reason I couldn't identify, my cock twitched in my pants and throbbed. I was suddenly very aware of Kerri's feet and wished that I could sniff them.

Once we were in the apartment, I was told to make myself comfortable while Kerri took a shower She slipped out of her sneakers and peeled off her socks, and left the reeking footwear by the door as she headed down the hall to the bathroom. "I won't be long," she said, and then I heard the bathroom door lock and the shower water start to run.

I took a deep breath and turned to look down on the floor at those sneakers and socks. I could feel my skin prickle as an urge overtook me. Then, holding my breath, I glanced over my shoulder at the bathroom door and cocked an ear. She was under the spray, naked no doubt, and the sound of her splashing as she washed her body made me tremble with desire. Imagining her scrubbing her pussy, probably covered by a bush the same color as the fiery red hair on her head, I slowly sank to my knees and picked up one of Kerri's sneakers and a sock. As soon as my fingers touched those objects of my affection, my cock leaked a dribble of pre-cum into my undershorts.

I'd never before had such a compulsion. I buried my nose I the sneaker and inhaled deeply.

A spasm of pleasure tore through me. Then I lifted the sweat sock to my nose and rubbed the cotton against my face as I sniffed Kerri's raunchy foot odor. I convulsed excitedly and had to release my cock from the confines of my pants or it would have burst through on its own. Damn, I couldn't remember ever having been that stiff.

With my free hand, I clutched Kerri's sneaker and caressed it. Then I inhaled the sneaker's aroma and gave in to the craving to lick it. I licked the sneaker's soiled cotton lining. I licked it more avidly than I'd ever licked any pussy, and the jism boiled in my balls, threatening to erupt on Kerri's pink sweat sock. In my state of agitation, I didn't hear the bathroom door open or the wet footsteps behind me. I didn't know Kerri was there until she tapped me on the shoulder and said, "You've been caught!"

I bolted straight-up, still on my knees, and froze, unable to stop the cum that spurted wildly from my cock and dampened the sweat sock. Then, seeing Kerri standing in front of me, stark naked, water beaded on her creamy skin, those strong legs of hers slightly parted, my cock remained hard. She smiled at me, batted her pretty green eyes, and wiggled her toes. The nails were polished a bright pink, to match her sweat socks. "So, lan," she said, "that's what you're into. If I'd known that before, I would have skipped the shower and let you clean my sweaty feet with your tongue instead.

Would you have a problem licking d clean feet, lan? You could suck my toes, too." "I've never done this before," I told her, shaking. I stared longingly at her feet. I felt as I did the first time I ever saw a pussy spread for my cock. I was a fucking virgin, with only need and desire and not a clue as to what to do. I lowered my head and humbly kissed the top of one small foot, then the other. "I can't stop myself," I blurted.

Kerri turned on her heels and walked to a living room chair, wiggling her firm pink ass seductively. I followed transfixed, undressing on the way. She sat down, squirmed to get comfortable, then directed me to sit on the floor in front of the chair, my back to her. As she toyed with her rigid nipples and dove a hand down to her red-haired pussy, Kerri draped her ankles over my shoulders and waved her feet enticingly. "Kiss my feet," she whispered.

All I cared about was the delicious foot feast before me and the need to lavish my tongue all over those two small tootsies, tops and bottoms, and in between the toes. My hard-on was the longest and thickest I could ever remember, and Kerri's toe polish would soon be shining like a fresh coat of nail enamel, and the soles of her feet wrinkled from my saliva.

I then grasped Kerri's ankles to hold her feet still and stretched out my tongue to lash it up and down the smooth surface. I inserted my tongue between two toes and fucked it in and out. That made the masturbating redhead whimper happily, so I tongue-fucked all ten toes diligently. Kerri's slender feet were lightly scented from the perfumed soap she'd used to scrub them clean. The soles were pink and uncallused, the feet unblemished except for a beauty mark right above the bone at her right ankle. I placed my tongue tip on that spot and licked downward, then under the heel of the foot. That obviously sent a tremor of pleasure right up Kerri's leg, for she gasped and her feet jerked in my clutch.

Continuing to use my tongue for both our mutual enjoyment, I retrieved the sock and sneaker, wanting to lick the sneaker and suck the sock as well. I was in an oral frenzy, my mouth going from foot to sock to foot to sneaker, sometimes two at a time. I licked, I sucked, I inhaled the heady aroma, and my cock throbbed and felt a foot long. Eventually, I had to jerk off. Kerri's ass was sliding around on the chair cushion and her whimpers of sexual joy spurred my own lust. I could hear her fingers sloshing in her pussy, going in and out faster and harder. She was reaching a peak and I could tell both our climaxes were on the way. I needed something else, though, and Kerri fortunately knew what.

"Turn around," she said, breathing heavily. Then, when I did, without my getting off my knees, Kerri took my turgid cock between her feet. "Cum for me," she whispered hoarsely. Oh, God! I was in heaven. My whole body was covered in sweat. My heart beat a mile a minute. In my hands, I still clutched the sneaker and sock. And I was having trouble breathing as well, my breath getting caught in my chest as the friction of Kerri's feet rubbing my cock rocked me into carnal bliss. Nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing!

Kerri's orgasm was almost upon her. I watched her stuff two fingers into her red-haired pussy and jam them all the way in. Her ass lifted slightly and she humped her hand, fucking herself with the fingers. Her other hand played across her chest, going from one tit to the other, pinching and pulling on the nipples or flattening a tit to her chest as her hand massaged in a circular motion. Ecstasy softened her facial features and she looked almost angelic in her state of sexual euphoria. I wanted to watch her cum as I shot my own load.

I brought the sock and sneaker to my face and sniffed. I held them to my cheeks and mouth, thrusting between Kerri's feet avidly. I was fucking her feet with the urgent need to cum and there was no turning back. I wanted to cream those feet as much as I wanted to go c breathing.

"Oh," Kerri moaned. cheeks were flushed red "Do it," I said. "Let me see you cum." Kerri thrashed on her fingers, her pussy hair soaked with her own juices. Her clit stood up prominently and she grabbed it between two fingers and jerked it this way and that. At the same time, her toes dug into my cock and worked up and down the shaft, smearing my pre-cum along the length of it. "Eat me," she said. "I want to cum in your mouth." I bent for ward, holding Kerri's sweat sock close to my face, and inserted my tongue into Kerri's spasming pussyhole. I could smell the sock's funky odor as I ate her hungrily. "Yes, yes, she cried. "I'm going to...I'm cumming! I'm cumming nowwww!"

Her body convulsed and Kerri's pussy clamped on my tongue. She was hot inside her snatch. As I tasted the result of her masturbation and my tongue fuck, I concentrated on the pleasure erupting below my waist. My cock was jerking between Kerri's feet, the cockhead flared and ready to spit my hot load. My balls were drawn up, ready to fire.

"Don't stop. I m cumming again," Kerri cried out. Her head tossed from side to side, her eyes closed, her mouth opened in a silent gasp. I fucked her feet faster, dropping the sneaker and sock to hold her feet tight to my cock, the sensations exquisite. Her pink soles rippled along my cock flesh, her toes thrust out and spread, curved upward as she pressed the centers of her feet into my hard flesh. I felt as if

I were losing consciousness, completely engrossed in this all consuming sexual experience. Then I started cumming, the stream of jism pouring out of me seemingly endless. "Aghhhh!" I groaned, unable to speak in the throes of passion. I came and came, and Kerri climaxed again and again on my diving tongue. Her ass was off the chair and she hung in a suspended arc, her fists beating into the arms of the chair. Then, finally, after a few minutes, Kerri's feet dropped to the floor, abandoning my deflated but happy cock, and she sighed in relief. "That was something," I said. "Yeah, it was," Kerri agreed.

I sat on the floor, grateful that my hunger had been relieved, but not glad that the encounter had ended. Kerri looked down at me and smiled. "The first time is always the best, isn't it? I bet you'll remember this day forever," she said. In all probability I would, and I told her so. Then, as my thoughts wandered, I blurted, "You have great legs, you know." "Yeah, I know," Kerri laughed, then studied me with eyes squinted and her lips curled in a playful smirk. "You ought to explore this fetish of yours," she told me, and raised her sexy, athletic legs straight out in front of her. "Who knows what else you might find enjoyable!" I nodded my head and licked my lips. "You're right, "l said, and asked, "What do you suggest?" "Come to my next softball game and find out!" she answered, half-seductively, half- wickedly. I only have to wait until next week to find out!

Taken from Leg Show magazine. Fiction.