One night I was sitting on the couch when I heard a knock at the door. It was raining pretty hard outside, so I was shocked that someone would be out in that kind of weather. When I opened the door I was pleased to find it was my friend Carla standing there all drenched from head to toe. I invited her in and asked what she was doing out in that weather. She said her car was giving her problems and that she was nearby so she stopped in. She lives rather far from me so the drive home could have been dangerous. Being the good friend I am, I told her she could stay the night and I would look at her car in the morning. She agreed.

So I got her some of my pajamas and told her to get out of those wet clothes. She went into my room for what seemed like an eternity and changed into my PJ's. When she came out, she had all of her wet clothes in her hand. I asked her if she wanted me to put them in the dryer for her. She handed me the clump of wet clothes and I headed to the garage to toss them in the dryer. That's when I noticed her socks were in the pile. They were white and slightly damp. I grabbed them and put them up to my nose and inhaled the salty sent of her feet. Carla and I had been friends for a few years but I had never seen her feet. I could tell by how lovely her hands were, that her feet would be nice and juicy.

I went back into the house and she was sitting on the couch Indian style. I wanted to see her feet badly. She is the type of girl that always has her shoes or socks on, so you can never see her feet. I went and sat down next to her and tried my damnedest to come up with an excuse for her to show me her feet. I couldn't think of anything reasonable to say so I just sat there in silence. All of the sudden she said, "My feet are cold. Can I borrow some socks?"

I said, "Sure!" and went to get her a pair. When I got back and handed her the socks, she extended her legs and I got my first peek at Carla feet. Oh my God! They were more lovely than I could have ever imagined. They were clean and juicy with a light olive skin tone and her toenails were painted blood red. My heart started pounding with excitement. I wanted those feet more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. I had no idea what to do or say so I just mumbled about how pretty her feet were. She said that she hated her feet and she didn't like for anyone to see them. She changed the subject fast and said she was really sleepy. She asked me where she could sleep. I told her she could sleep on my bed and I would sleep on the couch.

Then Carla said that it wasn't fair for me to sleep on the couch. She said, "We can both sleep on the bed. If you feel uncomfortable about sleeping in the bed with me, just lay with your head towards my feet and I'll lay with my head by your feet." Boy did that sound good to me.

After we settled in for the night, I couldn't sleep. I had Carla's luscious feet inches from my face and that made me very restless. I heard what sounded like a light snore and I knew Carla was asleep. Almost an hour had gone by since we went to bed and I just kept tossing and turning. I had a large erection from knowing Carla's feet were so close to me. Finally I said to myself, "Fuck it, I'm going to suck her feet!" I moved in for the kill. She was sleeping soundly when I just blatantly pulled the sheets off of her feet. She didn't notice a thing. I had overcome one obstacle but her socks would be another. I tugged at the seam of the toe portion of her sock. Inch by inch I tugged, first revealing the ankle and then the heal when suddenly she jerked her foot. I thought I had been caught but she kept right on sleeping. I went back to what I had started and resumed my quest to remove her socks.

I tugged lightly, this time exposing the wrinkled flesh of her arches. They looked soft and juicy, waiting for my tongue to take one salty lick. I went ahead and pulled the sock completely off. Her lovely toes were unveiled. My heart raced at the sight of my own reflection in her toenail polish. I didn't waste time in tugging lightly on her other sock. I gave it one long pull and undressed her other foot. I had both of Carla's bare feet before me, quietly waiting for me to taste them, and suck them.

Another half hour had passed and I was extremely turned on by what I was doing to Carla's feet. I looked at them for a while and got all jittery inside. My hard on was starting to hurt from being trapped in my underwear so I pulled it out and let it breath. I leaned close to Carla's feet. So close I could feel their warmth near my face. I could smell her feet. They had obtained that very distinct smell from being wet all night. I loved that smell, it made my dick throb with anticipation. So I buried my nose in and smelled deeply, inhaling the sweet smell of those luscious feet. I can't begin to explain the way that smell made me feel. It was as if it lit every nerve ending in my body on fire! God I was so fucking horny I could have cum that instant, but the night was far too young to let go then.

I started to taste her feet. I licked as lightly as possible as to not wake her. The intensity kept building inside me and I wanted to suck her feet without reserve but I couldn't. How would I explain what I was doing to her feet if she was to catch me? So I went back to lightly licking her toes. I licked between each toe. Tasting every last one, savoring the salty taste of each toe. I slipped her fat toe completely in my mouth and ran small soft circles around it with my tongue, when all of the sudden it was jerked out of my mouth with great force. I heard Carla ask out loud, "What the hell is going on?" I pretended to be asleep, so she shook me and asked, "Why are my feet wet?"

I said, "I don't know."

Then she asked, "Well, how did my socks come off ?"

Again I said, "I don't know Carla. I was sleeping." I remained quiet while my heart pounded away with both fear and excitement! She settled back in after a short period and drifted off to sleep again. I felt frustrated, pissed off even, at not being able to feed my hunger for her feet. I started to feel urges that were beyond my control so I grabbed the covers and threw them back angrily. I grabbed her feet and started sucking them at will, no longer concerned with being caught. I licked her feet with mad passion and sucked on them as if to drink from them. Carla woke up and asked what the hell I was doing I said, "I'm sucking your chunky little feet!"

I kept on doing as I pleased when I heard her yelling at me to stop, but I didn't listen. I kept forcefully having my way with those feet. She tried to pull them away but I wouldn't let her. She said, "Please stop sucking my feet!" But that only made me want them more. My heart pounded with excitement as I hungrily devoured Carla's feet. I started to bite her feet and I heard her yell out, "Ow! That hurts! Why are you sucking and biting my feet?" She managed to pull one of her feet away and accidentally grazed my dick with it. That mistake ended up costing her because when that beautiful foot touched my boiling hot dick, all focus changed.

I grabbed both of Carla's soft, silky feet and wrapped them around my throbbing dick. I guess you can say I was raping her feet. Carla said, "Oh my God! What are you doing? Please stop rubbing my feet all over your dick!"

I said, "Shut the fuck up, Carla! These feet are mine!" Suddenly she stopped resisting and gave in to my over powering actions.

She said, "Do what you must to my feet." So I kept on jacking myself off with those chunky peds. I heard her moan and then to my surprise she started to move her feet all over my dick, on her own. She actually started to like what I was doing, so she massaged my dick with her feet. She started to run her toes up and down my shaft tickling the head, brining me to near insanity. Slowly she sandwiched my dick with her arches and said, "Come on, spray my feet with your cum! I know you want to! I want to feel that warm sticky goo oozing all over my little feet!"

That was all I could bare! I squeezed them tight around my dick and gave it a few final stokes. I felt a strong head rush followed by an internal explosion. My dick erupted with load after load of hot white cum, Bathing Carla's feet with a series of gushes. She started bucking madly and moaning while my dick bathed her juicy feet with a seemingly endless stream of goo. I could see my juice drip from her pretty little toes. She kept rubbing my dick, letting the skin of her insteps absorb every last drop of the sticky substance. She said, "God it feels so good to have your warm cum all over my feet. We must do this again!" Ever since then, it has become sort of a ritual between us. Whenever I visit her we act the story out. How I look forward to those moments!