HDV-Babe

“There are times when you have to turn off your mind and think with
your balls,” Michael thought idly.

Eight years of blissful, loyal marriage had not stymied his vivid
fantasies of making love to other women.  Even the joys and rigors of
parenthood had not dampened his intense imagination.  He had gone
through phases where he actually thought about other women while making
love to his wife.  In spite of his fantasies, he still had deep
feelings of personal contentment as well as pride in the fact that he
had never even touched another woman in the ten years since he met his
wife.

“Enjoy your meal sir.”

Michael’s introspective reverie was interrupted by the turbaned waiter
who slipped a menu on his dish.  Sitting in the Indian restaurant
browsing the tandori dishes on the twelve page menu, he could not help
stealing glances at his soon-to-be sister-in-law.  She was without
question one of the best looking women he had ever seen.  She noticed
his peeking over his menu and smiled playfully at him.

A fashion model-turned stewardess, Corina had received a lot of
attention from many different men in her 22 years.  She had exquisite,
long legs, a near perfect figure, large, wide-set, dark eyes, and short
well-kept black hair.  It was her grace, posture and grooming, however,
that set her apart from most other girls.  Tonight she was wearing a
stunning black evening dress, a bit too much makeup and a some gaudy
sparkling jewelry.

Michael’s in-laws were celebrating Corina’s engagement to Marshal.
Marshal was Michael’s body-builder brother-in-law, the obnoxious
younger brother of Michael’s wife.  Somehow the seating arrangement had
placed Corina opposite Michael at the foot of the table against the
wall.  It’s interesting how such random circumstances can sometimes
lead to high adventure.

Michael shifted positions in his chair to concentrate on the menu.  His
foot accidentally touched Corina’s under the table and he looked at her
with a startled, embarrassed  expression.  Her eyes twinkled, and a
tiny smirking smile crossed her mouth but she did not meet his
apologetic gaze.  Her legs were extended and her feet remained in
harm’s way under his chair.  When the appetizers arrived, Michael
turned to feed his two-year-old son.  Again his foot brushed Corina’s.
Again she ignored his startled glance.

In a fit of blind, drunken betrayal to his ten years of fidelity,
Michael carefully took off his shoes and put one stockinged foot on
Corina’s instep.  Without hesitation, she took another fork full of
salad and continued her cheerful conversation with her fiance.  Her
feet remained squarely parked under Michael’s chair.

Michael timidly put his other foot on Corina’s, hesitated a few
seconds, then slowly and carefully, with both his feet, removed her
shoe.  He manipulated her foot up onto his own chair then slowly and
gingerly slipped his right foot along her left leg, up under her dress
to her thigh.  It was only then that he noticed she was wearing
stockings and garters instead of panty hose.

His foot hesitated several seconds on her bare thigh.  Her demeanor,
conversation, and outward appearance betrayed nothing of their little
“footsies” game under the table.  Michael, on the other hand became
quite pale.  His heart was pounding and he had a very hard erection.

“Oh my god!” he gasped to himself.  “This can’t be happening to me!!”

Then Corina took the initiative.  She put her left foot squarely on his
erect penis and simultaneously slipped forward in her chair,
maneuvering her vagina under Michael’s foot.  Michael quickly moved the
table cloth to cover his lap.  Corina began stroking his penis, sliding
her foot up and down his lap.  Michael burrowed his foot between
Corina’s legs and began manipulating his toe in an area he hoped
contained her clitoris.  She helped him find her hot-spot with slight
movements of her thighs and pelvis.

They sat stroking each others’ genitals, while outwardly ignoring each
other for several minutes.

As the dinner progressed, Corina became more aroused.  Michael noticed
her cheeks flush and saw her occasionally inhale sharply.  Her foot on
his penis became sloppy.  Soon she stopped stroking his penis entirely
and pushed her clitoris harder against each stroke of his foot.  His
foot manipulations and her pelvic movements merged into an almost
coital rhythm.  Michael was afraid her increasingly strenuous movements
were going to give them away, but his hypnotic fascination by her
intense beauty and blind, hot sexual arousal made him continue
manipulating his foot in her lap.

Corina started shivering and lost the rhythm of their mutual
masturbation.  She held her breath for a few seconds, then sighed
softly once, twice, and again.  During her final heavy sigh, she
shuddered deliriously and relaxed her legs completely.  Then she
started chewing her food again, gave an appreciative, loving glance at
Michael, and began manipulating his penis in earnest with her foot.

Now his pleasure had her full attention, and she seemed to know a lot
about how to please a man.  She alternated between massaging the head
of his cock with her toes and stroking the entire length of his penis
down to the root with the ball of her foot.  She applied just the right
amount of pressure.  Michael started smiling, caught himself, and made
small talk with his two-year-old son.

Corina slowly increased the pressure and tempo of her movements and
Michael knew he was going to come in his pants.  He slipped his paper
napkin under the table cloth, through the top of his pants, and around
the head of his penis.  He wrapped the napkin around the top of his
cock as best as he could and then took a drink of water.  At the same
time his left hand stroked Corina’s calf gently and lovingly, trying to
put love and gratitude into the smile he flashed at her.

Corina settled into a steady rhythm, stroking the length of Michael’s
shaft with the entire sole of her foot.  She glanced at his face every
few minutes to gauge how she was doing.

Finally, Michael could not hold back any longer.  Turning his head away
from the others, so they wouldn’t see the contortions of the consuming
pleasure playing across his face, he shot his load into the napkin in
five unbearably intense strokes.  Corina felt the semen flowing through
Michael’s hard, hot penis and broke into a faster, harder pumping
action with her foot.

In spite of all the bizarre circumstances, it was one of the most
intense orgasms Michael ever had.  As the last after-shocks washed
through him, Corina reduced the pressure, speed, and intensity of her
foot manipulations, softly milking the last drops of semen from
Michael’s still-erect cock.

Michael again put his hand under the table and stroked her calf
appreciatively, then manipulated her foot back into her shoe.

Two months later, Michael learned that Marshal had broken off his
engagement.  Michael never learned the exact details or reasons and
never saw Corina again.

She is asleep on the sofa. The living room is large, with high ceilings and
a picture window on one side overlooking the park. There is no furniture,
apart from the sofa and a small desk; just books piled up in the corners. A
small electric heater warms the room as snowflakes lightly dance on the
window pane. The camera eye pans 360 degrees to reveal this.
He is awake in the middle of the floor surrounded by papers and open books
and file folders. He watches her sleep. Empty wine bottles litter the
floor, her wine glass knocked over drunkenly by her unsteady hand, his wine
glass is in his hand as hand as he takes a brief sip. Close up of his eyes.
Watching over the rim of his wine glass.
He and she have been working late that night discussing what should be done
with the project at hand. They have discussed many alternatives of
organisation and presentation, and perhaps even come to a few conclusions.
It is tiring work, compounded with the wine, and she is exhausted.
She is wearing a big sweatshirt and sweatpants and is barefoot, with her
feet up on the arm of the sofa. He is in jeans and a thick sweater, white
sport socks, sitting in middle of the floor
He looks at his wristwatch and sees that it is late. He is also tired. But
the sight of her bare feet is more intoxicating than the wine they’d been
drinking. Quietly, he stands.
Moving with the quite assurance of obsession he approaches her.
Her feet are small, wide, and slightly pudgy with a high arch and good
definition in the sole. He had seen her touch her own feet earlier and by
the ease of the flesh could tell that her feet were soft too. He’s been
sitting in positions all night trying to hide the growing lump in his
pants.
To sneak a purloined kiss of an unknowing foot is a awkward situation. The
potential for embarrassment, of revealing such a less-than-mainstream
fetish exposes more about oneself than should be revealed. This is what he
thinks.
It is late enough that he can dry kiss her big toe, and should she wake up
suddenly he can give the excuse of being about to leave and didn’t want to
disappear without saying goodbye. How heavy a sleeper is she?
He bends over her feet, and quietly inhales the salty popcorny smell which
brings saliva to his mouth. And places a single dry kiss to the pad of her
big toe.
Nothing.
No movement from her.
He kisses her toe again.
Nothing.
As dryly as possible, he licks her big toe.
Small movement from her.
He stands upright, about to make a quick exit.
Nothing.
He bends over and inhales deeply the scent of her feet again.
He draws his tongue across the ball of her foot, under her toes, and a kiss
in the arch.
She moves. Turning over onto her face. Her feet are now soles up, toes
hanging down.
He positions himself underneath her toes, and delicately sucks each one.
Tasting their dried sweatiness each in turn.
She moves, back onto her back, but does not awaken. He knows he is pushing
his luck, but must continue, compelled to continue. His erection is
actually painful.
Her feet back pointing up, he gently draws his cheek across her soles.
He then notices that her hands are deep down her track pants and that she
is masturbating silently in her sleep. He smiles and gently licks under her
toes.
“Wha?” she says, awaking very suddenly, and a bit confused. She sees her
hand down her pants and realises what has happened. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry.
I’m really embarrassed. I don’t know what you must think of me.”
He thinks she doesn’t know what *he* thinks of *her*?
“Hey,” he says, trying to be as cool as possible, “masturbation is natural.
Not something to be embarrassed about.”
“It’s still embarrassing.”
“Actually, I was in the process of leaving.” He bends over her foot and is
about to give it a goodbye peck, when she raises her other foot and
snuggles it into his crotch.
“That felt nice.”
He holds one of her feet, while the other is rubbing his crotch, and
gently licks her sole. She is blushing, still glowing a bit red, puts
her hand down her pants and continues her clitoral self-stimulation.
Slowly.
Methodically.
He takes each toe into his mouth and gently sucks them in turn.
Her mouth is smiling, and now a grimace, and now she comes, with a
throaty gasp and her mouth open wide. Her eyes widen in pleasure.
Her feet point into a stretch, as far as they can, and he licks her
soles wetly.
She squirms in her wet pantied pleasure.
He licks his saliva off her foot.
“Hmmm,” she says quietly
“I should be going. It’s late.”
“Hmmm. Do you have to?”
“Yeah. I think I should. We work together and should probably keep
things…”
“Probably right.”
“Believe me, I’m going straight home to jerk off for a week.”
She laughs.
He gives both feet one last semi-dry lick, and is out the door.
The camera follows him out into the wintry night.

To set the stage for this kinky story, I have to venture back to my
childhood. It was then, at about age 7 or so, that I seem to recall being
first sexually aroused by two fetishes. One was foot-related: I can
remember taking off my new loafers and inhaling the leather smell of the
insides, as well as my feet themselves. This seemed to stimulate not only
my sense of smell, but my little boy cock, which would inevitably get
hard. This soon led to various forms of self-stimulation, like sticking my
dick inside the shoe for aroma transfer, and also taking off my new
leather-smelling sock and rubbing it all over my dick. That progressed to
hoisting my bare foot up and rubbing it against my dick, or rubbing my dick
against my foot.

And that’s about when the second fetish began. On one occasion, while
happily giving myself a footjob after taking off my new shoes, I realized I
had to pee. So on a whim, I decided to dribble a little piss on my bare
foot — no easy trick with a hard-on, but I was able to do it.  The
resulting aroma blend of foot and boy piss sent me into arousal heaven.

So, from then on, my little solo fetish scenarios almost always included
foot and piss action. What I’d sometimes do was hold off pissing until bath
time. Bare-ass, I’d get in the dry tub. Then, leaning against the wall for
support, I’d lift my foot up and out in front of me with my one hand while
aiming my hard boy cock down with the other. And I’d just merrily unload my
full piss load all over my foot, sometimes switching hands and giving my
other foot a drenching as well.

By the time I was about 10, I’d begun to fantasize doing my dual fetish
thing with other boys, as well as men. But I’d have to wait another two
years before I was able to make fantasy a reality. And that brings me to
the story at hand.

My step-cousin Chet was new to the family, as his father had recently
married my aunt. I was 12 at the time and still into foot-piss fetish
action, solo as it was. Chet, a hot looking, well built 17 year old soon
became the primary subject of my fetish fantasies. Despite our age
difference, we hit it off from the start. And when I caught him smoking
weed, I didn’t think twice about keeping it our secret. I had to reassure
Chet every now and then that I would never rat him out, and he’d always
tell me how much he appreciated my silence.  Little did I realize that our
secret would serve my purposes nicely in the near future.

Anyway, my parents and Chet’s went out every other Saturday night, and I’d
hang out with Chet, my unofficially designated baby-sitter. I always
enjoyed our time together, especially when we’d wrestle. Chet was on the
high school wrestling team and would teach me different moves, etc. It
wasn’t the wrestling that especially interested me, but the close physical
contact it afforded me with Chet. And believe me, the “fetish wheels” were
beginning to turn fast and furiously in my young but calculating mind.

We always wrestled fully clothed, but on one particularly warm night I
suggested to Chet that we wrestle attired more like real wrestlers. To my
delight, Chet passively agreed, and so we stripped down to our
tighty-whities. As often as we’d been together, this was the first time I
had seen him undressed.

Not only was Chet well built, but he had a nice, clearly defined basket. I
tried desperately to avert my eyes from his package, as I didn’t want to be
caught looking and then getting a hard-on as a result. Checking me out now
that I was undressed, Chet made my day by complimenting me on how well
developed I was for a kid my age. Wow!

As we wrestled, the feel of his hard body, not to mention his basket
occasionally, against my body was way hot. And I took advantage of
positional opportunities to “accidentally” bring my foot in brief contact
with his crotch.

How I managed to avoid a hard-on, I’ll never know. Chet seemed oblivious to
these few fleeting contacts, as he was far more focused on showing off his
wrestling prowess.

After Chet easily (and pleasurably) pinned me, we plopped down together on
the couch, too warm to bother getting dressed. Chet grabbed the remote and
flicked TV on, as he seated himself at one end of the couch, facing the
TV. I, in the meantime, positioned myself at the other end of the couch,
assuming a semi-reclined position with my back against the armrest and my
feet stretched outward in Chet’s direction. This was the usual way of
positioning ourselves when we watched TV together, except that this time,
not only was Chet practically naked, but I had a great vantage point for
eyeing his ample basket without being obvious.

The cable station was airing a movie far more sexually explicit than my
parents would have allowed, but Chet winked at me devilishly, commenting
that this would just be another secret between us. Chet really seemed to be
getting into the guy-on-girl humping action, making occasional lewd
comments. I was far more taken with the near naked Chet and his ample
basket to care about the movie.

It was then, almost without premeditation, that I boldly placed my feet
across Chet’s thighs — close to his knees, like a footrest. As he
momentarily flinched, I nonchalantly said something like, “You don’t mind,
do you”?, which he apparently didn’t. Riveted to the continuing movie
action, Chet, paying no mind to me, reached down to adjust his package. His
growing bulge did not escape my attention, or my ensuing excitation.

With Chet so absorbed and distracted, and me now totally hot and horny, I
moved my feet ever so lightly and slowly up his thighs and that much closer
to his crotch.  And it was then, without taking his eyes off the TV, that
he said that I better not get too close or I might “wake up the dragon”.

Too far gone with horniness at this point, I just threw caution to the wind
and gave a quick poke to his basket with my bare foot, saying, “You mean
that dragon?”

And without missing a beat, Chet said, “Yup, and I bet you’re too much of a
chicken shit to leave your foot there and face the dragon.”

Holy shit, was I dreaming this?! So, with my heart pounding and my hard boy
cock straining against my underpants, I placed my foot directly on his
basket and left it there, savoring this first contact of my foot and a cock
(though yet concealed) other than my own. Chet said nothing — he didn’t
have to. The hardness of the bulge against my foot and his muffled moans
told me he was now as horny as me. And so I began to stroke the hard bulge
with my foot, as Chet slid further forward to give me better access,
uttering, “Oooh, that feels so good.”

Now it was my turn to issue a challenge: “I bet you’re too much of a
chicken shit to free the dragon.”

And with that, he slid his jockies down and off so quickly that he
accidentally knocked my foot to the side. But at that moment, I was far too
taken with seeing this, the first cock other than my own. I was awe struck
at the sight of this long, thick, hard “dragon”, which lay flat against
Chet’s taut stomach, the large flared cock tip reaching his navel. Enrapt
in the vision, Chet gently lifted and lowered my foot back onto his big
teenage dick.

So finally, after six or so years of fantasizing foot-on-cock action with
someone else, especially Chet, here was my ultimate fantasy playing
out. And as Chet continued to ooh and aah, I continued to ecstatically
stroke the length of his twitching hardness, as well as his large hairy
balls.

With a break in the TV action, Chet happened to look over at my crotch,
commenting on my likewise horny state, as evidenced by my tented
jockies. And with that, he lifted my foot up and away from his groin,
pivoted on the couch with his feet extended toward me, and placed both feet
on my concealed bulge.

And thus, with my state of arousal heightened all the more, Chet proceeded
to give me a footjob in turn, working his feet all over my still concealed
organ, like a pro!

Shortly, he asked, “Am I the only one around here totally bare-ass?” And
with that I shed my jockies. Looking at my stiff boy cock, Chet commented
on its nice size for a 12 year old. Talk about an ego booster! He then
asked me if I started shooting a load yet. I had no idea what he was
talking about, and he kind of smirked, saying he’d explain — maybe even
demonstrate, later.

I guess I got a bit carried away, because when I finally resumed
footjobbing Chet, he cautioned me not to press his cock so hard against his
pubic area as it made him feel the strong need to pee. Well, that’s all I
needed to hear to trigger thoughts of possibly kick-starting my other
fetish.  And so I issued yet another challenge: “I dare you to pee on my
foot.”

“Yeah, right”, he replied sarcastically, “Like I’m gonna get piss on your
folks’ couch!”

I then chimed in, “If we were in the tub, it wouldn’t be a problem, or are
you too chicken shit for that.”

I think he was more offended at my calling his bravado into question than
he was at the action I was suggesting. Anyway, he boldly replied, “OK,
smart ass, let’s go.”  And with that we headed off to the bathroom, with
our hard-ons bobbing as we walked.

Once in the bathroom, with the lights bright, Chet’s cock seemed even
bigger. He moved close to me and rubbed his massive cock tip against my
much smaller one. I couldn’t help but notice the thin, clear, sticky strand
of that now connected his dick with mine, and I asked what it was. He said
it was pre-cum and provided a brief explanation.

Saying that he really had to piss now, my horny anticipation grew. So we
wasted no time in climbing into the tub. The dry porcelain surface was cold
at first, producing shivering squeals from us both as we sat down opposite
each other. Chet situated himself at the end without the fixtures.
Undaunted, I grabbed a towel to insulate my back against the spigot and
handles at the other end.

Chet reached out with his big feet and sandwiched my hard boy cock upward.
I in turn braced Chet’s immense organ upright with my left foot and stroked
its length with my right.  I then deliberately pressed Chet’s pubic area
and he responded, “OK, you want your foot pissed on, here it comes!”

Chet was not adept at pissing with a hard-on like me, and it took him a
while.  Finally, with my feet still and my eyes glued to the piss hole in
his huge mushroom tip, he spurted a brief stream of piss, holding my foot
so that the warm, rich smelling pee ran down the full length of my foot. I
thought I’d faint from sheer ecstasy.

Chet managed about two more piss spurts for my waiting feet before saying
that that was about it for now. Realizing my own need to piss at that
point, I asked if I could pee on his foot. Saying, “What the hell”, he
strategically aimed my still hard boy cock downward with his left foot and
positioned his uplifted right foot a few inches in front of my piss hole.
Having had plenty of practice pissing on my own feet while hard, it didn’t
take me long to cut loose on his foot, running my stream from toe to heal
— enjoying the long-awaited fantasy of pissing on another guy’s foot. I
was also getting off on the intoxicating smell our blended piss had created
in these close quarters.

Although I’d emptied my total piss load, I suddenly realized that Chet had
only managed several, brief piss spurts during our tub scene. So, I teased,
“I thought you really had to piss.”

He replied that yes, he still had more to piss, but really needed to shoot
his load first. Still not knowing what he meant, I asked for and got a
brief explanation. Anxious to see “white goo” shoot out of his dick, I
asked him to stand over me and make it happen.

Having now laid down in the tub, a towel under my head, I eagerly waited.

Chet had gotten up and stood over me, with his pissy feet spread apart on
either side of my legs.

And so, with a great close-up view, I watched my hot looking cousin stroke
his huge cock back and forth, enjoying both his body full of pulsating
muscles, as well as his ecstatic facial contortions and the groaning.
Finally, saying that he was going to “cum”, accompanied by heightened
groaning, he shot at least five jets of white goo out of his piss hole and
onto my chest and still hard cock. Awesome!

Intrigued by this dramatic phenomenon, I ran my fingers through the puddles
of gunk on my chest, sniffing the unusual scent. In the meantime, Chet
remained standing over me. His cock had softened a bit, but was still
plenty big. It was then that he said, “Now I can finish pissing.” And with
that, and not even asking me, he took aim and began to let loose a forceful
piss stream all over my chest, cock and balls.  This was so damn hot! In
the midst of this welcome drenching, I managed to lift my one foot up and
out, and Chet obliged me by finishing his ample piss load on my foot.

And so ended the most unimaginably hot fetish scene with Chet. Fortunately,
there were other equally satisfying scenes to follow — perhaps the
subject of a future story.

I was staying at a friend’s house while he was out of
the country. I had known the family for about 5 years.
He had a dumpy 50-something wife and three daughters
ranging in age from 16 to 22.   Being in my late
thirties, I always regarded myself more as an uncle.
Somebody removed from the family to whom the daughters
could talk to, somebody who always brought small
presents when he came to stay and somebody who would
take them out to the movies, walks in park, that sort
of thing.

Of course the girls were all in their early to late
teens when I first met them. None were great lookers,
just normal teenage girls with normal teenage problems,
likes and dislikes. There was never any hint of sexual
tension or teen crushes.

This time, Barbara, the 22-year-old was away at summer
school and Katie, the 19 year sophomore, was working
out of town during her summer vacation. The only
daughter at home was 16 year old Jenny who was
finishing high school in a few days time. While the
other two girls were out of town there was plenty of
room in the house and I was sleeping in Katie’s
bedroom.

Jenny was a bouncy, if a little plump, seemingly
innocent girl with shortish dark hair. She was so
excited at the prospect of finishing high school and
was returning home each day with stories about her
day at school where they were winding down activities.

Being a somewhat slow developer, she was on the edge
of the rough and tumble stage and had just discovered
boys, although they hadn’t discovered her yet. She had
been active in various sports and had been on the high
school swimming team.

After a long day’s work travelling in the city, I
usually collapsed after the evening meal in front of
the TV in the basement/family-room. One night I was
watching a video with her mom, when Jenny arrived
home. We paused the movie while she sat on the chair
next to the TV and regaled us with tales of her day
where she had received some school awards and some
small presents from the guys on the swimming team.
They had given her some small personal presents and
probably a few innocent kisses and hugs. She was all
excited because Sean, her favorite, had praised her
swimming abilities before handing her his gift.

While she was telling us all this, she was unaware
that she had been sitting with her legs slightly apart
with her white cotton panties showing from beneath her
mid-length skirt. I looked around at her mother and
noticed that she was sitting off to the right where
her vision of her daughter’s legs were obscured by the
TV.

I tried to avert my eyes, but of course I couldn’t
stop myself from stealing quick glances up her skirt
as she told us about her day. I noticed that her legs
were pretty firm; she was young and toned from the
sports she’d been involved in. She hadn’t shaved her
thighs yet and they were covered with a soft light
colored down.

When Jenny got really animated and excited she would
rock backwards and her would legs spread a bit wider
apart. I could clearly see the bulge of her teenaged
pussy with a delightful little vertical dent running
up the middle of her panties. My cock was becoming
interested in the show and it was starting to stir
beneath the cotton comforter that fortuitously covered
my lap.

Eventually she calmed down and after fetching some
snacks and drinks for us, she settled sown on the
other end of the couch that I was sitting on. It had
been a chilly evening and she snuggled under the
cotton comforter with me.

Although there was plenty of room on the couch, I
could feel her curled up feet and legs resting against
my legs. Her mother started the video again and we
settled down to watch the movie. Although it was a
pretty mild video, there was one scene that contained
a steamy seduction. My cock, which had already awakened
a little earlier, didn’t need any help in firming up
again. I also suddenly became acutely aware of some
small movements of Jenny’s legs against mine. Her
smooth firm skin was pressed against my hairy calves.

During the steamy scene, she squirmed in embarrassment
and I felt a foot snaking up between my thighs. Wanting
to head off any trouble, I grabbed her foot and started
tickling the sole and her toes. She giggled and tried
to pull her foot away. Her mom smiled unconcerned at
our horseplay.

Jenny suddenly slumped back thrusting her pelvis
forward and her wriggling foot brushed up against my
erect cock. She looked at me strangely and then a few
seconds later her eyes widened and she started
blushing.

I looked back at her and smiled. Then I saw her glance
at her mom, who was watching the movie again and was
paying no attention to us. She pressed her foot back
onto my hardened cock and started rubbing her big and
index toe up along it. I couldn’t believe what was
happening and tried to keep a straight face. I decided
not to stop what was going on and I may as well enjoy
the experience.

Her toes were slowly caressing my cock through the
material of my shorts, but I was keen to try and get
it free of the cloth. I slowly directed her foot back
down my thigh and then guided it back up the legs of
my baggy shorts.

Her toes initially felt around inside the shorts and
soon found my cock that was separated by only one layer
of material. As she rubbed her toes up the length of my
cock, I felt flesh on flesh contact as she encountered
the tip which was now poking out of the top of my
underpants.

It was an electrifying moment that sent an intense
shiver through both of us. For me it was the exciting
illicit feeling of a 16 year olds touch on my cock.
For her it was probably the first time she had touched
a penis.

Apart from the odd furtive glance at each other we
both pretended to watch the movie while also keeping
a watchful eye on her mom. I slowly raised and opened
my knees to give her more room to maneuver. I didn’t
want her mother to see something wiggling under the
comforter in the vicinity of my cock.

Slowly circling the foreskin and tip with her big toe,
she smeared the small blob of lubricating fluid that
had oozed out. It was a lovely slick feeling. She
played with the tip between her big and index toes -
gripping it between them and massaging carefully. At
the same time she managed to slip my underpants down
an inch or two with her curled over toes. This exposed
more of my cock and she eagerly started stroking and
pinching the shaft.

With the three inches of exposed cock between her toes
she slowly rubbed the shaft to the tip. At the tip she
would massage the foreskin and collect more of the
lubricating fluid which she would delicately rub it
down the rest of my exposed cock, before starting up
to the top again.

I was getting pretty hot by this time and was eager to
the whole of my cock and my balls out of my underpants.
I slowly reached under the cover and into my shorts
where I stroked her foot and by now, sticky toes.
Keeping my eyes on mom, I lifted up my but and eased
my underpants from underneath. I rolled them a little
way down my legs. I couldn’t go all the way down as it
would have created too much of a disturbance and would
have alerted mom. I also didn’t want to lose the moment
and scare off little Jenny.

With relief, I managed to free my cock and settled back
again. Meanwhile Jenny had sneakily slid her other leg
up between my legs. Her original foot now explored the
whole six inches of my erect cock. She slowly tickled
the shaft as she traveled up and down its length. At
the tip she wriggled her toes and pulled and squeezed
the end. I was becoming excited and was struggling to
keep my breath under control.

Glancing over at mom, I noticed with relief that her
head had dropped and she had fallen into a light sleep.
But I still had to be careful as she could awaken at
any time, especially if I let out any loud stifled
grunts.

While one of her feet was engaged with my cock and
penis tip, I noticed her other foot move and then felt
her toes on the sensitive skin of my scrotum. She
started to slowly tickle the wrinkled skin with her
big toe. New shudders went rolling up my cock and up
into my tensed body at this double attack. Sensing my
excitement she renewed her efforts with her toes on my
cock. Scissoring the tip she also gave little tugs as
her other foot tickled and teased my balls.

By now I was breathing heavily and desperately trying
not to grunt and snort as I neared climax. Jenny was
staring at my face with utmost fascination that she
could be having such an effect on me. I was a grown
man, an adult who was daddy’s friend. And she was
making me lose control of myself just by rubbing a
part of his body.

She was discovering a new power over men of any age.
By using her feet and toes, she was provoking such
an amazing reaction from me. Boy was she impressed,
amazed and quite proud of her achievement.

With a throaty but what I hoped was a quiet growl that
I couldn’t keep down, I felt my cock quiver just before
releasing a load of cum. Her eyes widened even more as
she felt the gush of smooth hot liquid flow in pulses
over her foot. She gave the tip of my penis a few more
squeezes while I continued pumping out my semen. Then
she slowly stroked the tip, shaft and balls spreading
the wet fluid.

Suddenly, her mother let out her own throaty groan as
she woke up. “Oh dear, I dropped off for a bit. What
happened while I was asleep?” asked mom.

Jenny looked up with a composed face said that she
hadn’t really missed anything and with a conspiratorial
glance at me recited what had happened in the section
of the movie that her mom had missed. Her feet were
still slowly fondling my cock and balls. The fluid was
becoming sticky and my cock had gone down in size since
my orgasm. But it was still a very pleasurable
experience.

I was smiling nervously throughout this conversation.
Feeling guilty over what I had allowed Jenny to do, I
looked over at her. She caught my glance and then
slowly moved her hand to my foot which was lying at
her end of the couch. I jumped as her hand made
contact as in all the excitement I had forgotten all
about the whereabouts of my other body parts. I had
focussed all my attention on my cock.

She slowly dragged my foot into position between her
thighs. I felt her legs open and she scooted her but
down the couch toward my foot. Carefully I closed my
legs a little bit and slid my knees down stretching
out my foot towards her pubic area. While I did this
I caressed the inside of her silky right thigh with
my toes. Slowly I moved my foot closer to her cunt.
As I got close the other side of my foot and my little
toes came into contact with her other thigh. I noticed
that she let out a little gasp.

Looking at Jenny’s mother, I noticed she had had
dropped off to sleep again. I thanked God that she
had a had a hard day at the office and was obvious
that she was really tired. If I had been her, I would
have gone to bed, but I supposed she felt at a sub-
conscious level, that she had better be around us as
a chaperone.

How right she was. It was really exciting petting with
her daughter, albeit with our feet, under her very
nose. I had heard that the threat of being exposed
doubles the intensity of having sex in public places.
And doing it with a fresh 16 year old must have tripled
the feelings.

After steadily moving down along her thighs, I nuzzled
up against her panty covered vagina. I moved my big
toes across the crotch area, gauging her size and
dimensions. At the top I could feel the soft cushioned
mound of her pubic hair beneath the panties. As I moved
and tickled lower down, I felt various fleshy protru-
sions and bumps. I had never used my toes to fondle a
woman before and it was an interesting exercise to
interpret what bits I was playing with.

A felt a hard little bump below the pubic hair mound
and realized that this was her clitoris. I slowly
circled it with my big toe, gently rubbing it and
brushing it through the panties. I then slowly let my
toes drag down to area below the clitoris. As I rubbed
along the vertical groove in her panties, I felt the
wetness of her juices that had emanated from her slit.
I have always been turned on by the onset of the pussy
juices as I know that my attempts at foreplay have been
successful and that I know that I will have sex later
on.

My cock started to harden again, but Jenny didn’t
notice because she seemed to be concentrating on her
own arousal. Her feet were still touching my penis and
I could feel her squirming toes on my shaft, balls and
tip. There was no rhythm or intention of arousal, but
it was great feeling her little movements on my cock
as she enjoyed my ministrations to her cunt at the
other end of the couch.

I pushed my heel further down the couch and felt the
instep and heel of my foot rubbing up against her hard
pelvis and softer labia. She carefully shifted her
weight slightly forward and pressed her pelvis hard
into my foot. She was slowly and rhythmically moving
her cunt lips against my foot while I still toyed with
her clitoris with my big toe.

By now her panties were really wet in the area of her
vagina and it was as though I was touching her bare
skin. The only difference was that I couldn’t slip
anything into her cunt to stimulate her internally.
She was starting to breathe heavily and I was enjoying
experiencing her attempts at trying to keep quiet. Mom
was still asleep and was by now quietly snoring.

I slowly withdrew my foot from pressing on her pelvis.
Disappointed she looked at me with a frown on her face.
I carefully pushed her legs a bit further apart with my
foot and hooked my big toe under the right side of her
panties. I could feel the fine hair pressed tight under
her panties and the swollen pussy lips bulging out from
under the hem. Her juices were really flowing and it
made it very easy to press my toe deeper into the
squishy crack. As I wriggled my toe deeper into the
crack and she started smiling again. While I worked my
big toe slowly in and out of her wet pussy, my index
toe rubbed and worked her erect clitoris.

She was now swallowing hard and suppressing little
groans. I hoped that her mother wouldn’t wake up
because there was no way that her daughter could play
it cool. She looked like she was in pain as she moved
her pelvis back wards and forwards in small, but
controlled movements.

I maneuvered my index toe down into her by now very
wet and pliable pussy. The two toes worked in tandem
as the moved rhythmically in and out, up and down,
first one toe in then the other. My middle toe was by
now working her swollen and sensitive clitoris. My
toes and upper foot were held firmly in place by the
tight panties which obviously increased her pleasure
as there was more friction on her outer lips.

Of course, my pleasure was also being increased. Her
wet, warm and squishy cunt were really turning me on
big time. While I was working my toes inside her
vagina and around her lips, her toes had were really
curling over all over my cock and balls. Already
sensitive from my earlier orgasm, my throbbing cock
was about to burst all over again.

Sensing that she was close to orgasm by her increased
pelvis thrusting and concentrated facial grimaces, I
quietly pressed my own pelvis forward increasing the
pressure and contact with her toes. My toes were by
now working feverishly in her cunt as my slippery cock
was simultaneously being caressed and toyed with.

Suddenly she sucked in big breath and I felt her firm
plump thighs squeezed my foot. With a sudden and
uncontrolled spasm in her pelvic area she drew my big
and index toes deeper inside her sopping cunt. I felt
the muscles inside her pussy clamp my toes in several
short and powerful spasms. Meanwhile, I had pushed my
cock forward as her clenched toes gripped my cock and
felt my own spasm as I dumped another smaller load of
sperm over her feet.

For a few seconds there was a deathly silence as our
individual spasms decreased in intensity and we both
returned to an awareness of our situation. While we
hadn’t given ourselves over to complete abandon, we
had certainly forgotten that we were meant to be
watching TV and that Jenny’s mom was sitting in a
chair 2 yards from my right shoulder.

Glancing around at her mother, I was relived to see
her still softly snoring in her chair. The movie was
near its end. And in that post orgasm calm that had
descended over us, the rest of the house was eerily
quiet and normal. Jenny was looking at me in a
satisfied way, much like a cat who has just lapped
up a whole bowl of milk. Both of us wriggled our toes
in delight before slowly removing them from each
others sex and readjusted our clothing.

Silently we watched the credits role up the TV screen.
At the end, the screen suddenly filled with snow and
the hiss of static woke Jenny’s mother with start. She
sat up, yawned and stretched her arms before declaring
that it was bedtime. With conspiratorial smiles Jenny
and got up, folded the blanket, said our goodnights to
each other and her mom, and made our individual ways
up the stairs to our own bedrooms.

I had had two fantastic and unexpected orgasms without
even having sex. And I had given an orgasm to whet
seemed to be a keen and eager 16 year old with whom I
will be sleeping under the same roof for the next 10
days.

I did feel a little guilty about what I had done to my
friend’s youngest daughter in front of his wife and
her mom, but I pushed that aside in contemplation of
what I hoped would be more to come.