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(Posted on Sunday, August 23, 1998)
This is an anonymous story submission.

5 years ago when I was in my third year of high school my English teacher had the most beautiful feet. She was about 27, so the rest of her was great too, but her feet were perfect and she always wore some kind of sandal or the heel was open. I would spend the whole class staring at them. She never noticed I thought, so it was ok.

One day I got detention for doing something dumb. Drawing on the desk I think. She was one of those people who was a neat freak so she gave me 3 days detention.

The first day I went in and she had me straightening chairs and such for most of the time. Finally I was done, so she just told me I could sit down. I sat there staring at her feet while she graded papers.

Then all of a sudden she says, "What are you looking at?"

I was so scared I didn't really know what could happen, but it still scared me. So I came out with the first thing I could think of, saying, "Nothing."

"You were staring at me feet." She told me as opposed to asking.

I didn't know what to say so I just nodded.

"Come here." She commanded.

As I walked over I was trying to think of something to say, something to get me out of all of this. I stood beside her and she just kind of smiled and told me I could leave.

The next day I went back for my second day. As I walked in I noticed her standing on a chair hanging things up. She had taken off her shoes and I was trying all I could not to stare. "Come here and hand me that." She said, pointing to a poster with her foot. I could feel myself starting to get hard as I walked over looking at her feet. I got down on one knee to grab the poster and as I was ready to stand up she put her foot on my shoulder and pushed me back down.

I was hard by this time and I was pretty sure she could see it in the front of my pants. She closed the door and smiled at me telling me not to get up. She told me to crawl over to her because I was not worth it to stand up. I thought this was all really odd. But half curious and half because I was so horny, I did what she had commanded. All of a sudden she kicked me in the ribs. It wasn't too too hard I guess, but it took me by suprise so I fell over on to my back.

I was so confused. "You know its wrong to stare at your teachers like that, don't you?" She questioned me.

Still on the ground I answered back, "Yes."

She then told me get under her desk, crawling of course. It was one of those desks that came down to the floor on all sides but one. Using little bits of rope that she got out of her desk, she tied my hands and knees, making me lay with my feet Indian style, to parts under the desk. I was so suprised by all of this, that I didn't bother to try and pull away.

"Now for your punishment." She said, looking down at me and rubbing my hard cock through my pants with her soft soles. I would guess they are a 6, though I don't know for sure.

I said nothing as she leaned over and undid the front of my pants pulling out my cock. She then unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing. I felt kind of self conscious, even though I was in pretty good shape if I do say so myslef. She sat back up and scooted her chair in and kicked me hard in the stomach.

She started to rub her soft little feet up and down my chest which started making my cock throb. She ran her left foot up to my chin, kicking me lightly, and then moving the ball of her foot to my nose. She said, "Now tell me how they smell."

"Wonderful!" I said breathing in hard and taking in the salty, sweaty smell she had from not wearing anything but her shoes all day. She seemed happy with my response and ran her right foot down to my cock, rubbing my balls and pulling at them with her toes. I became rock hard as I was licking her other foot still pressed against my nose. She then ran her foot down my tongue and my chest. She started to rub my cock with her left foot while pulling at my balls with the other. After about 5 minutes she gripped my cock between her arches and started to move her soles up and down. I let out a little moan and she took her left foot off my cock and kicked me sharply in the ribs. She continued to move her feet up and down faster and faster.

"How does it feel?" She asked.

"Grrreeaat" I sighed.

She moved her feet up and down faster. I was in ecstacy! After a couple more jerks, I sprayed my load all over her feet and legs and on my chest. She let go of my cock and said, "Now clean them off."

I had never tasted my own cum before and was very apprehensive. After a second, her wet feet were on my lips and I started to lick it off. This was making me horny all over again! Once her feet were clean, she let me up and told me I didn't have to come in the next day. I just kind of smiled. The rest of the year went by and I was never again privately with her. But I can safely say after all my years in school, Ms. Graham was my favorite!

This story was submitted to us anonymously.


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