My Sisters' Shoes and Feet
(Posted on Friday, June 1, 2001)
This story was submitted by Michael J. Heard (Mike).

I can't remember when my fetish for women's shoes began, but being the only male of eight children, I couldn't ask for a better situation. I have seven sisters. They are all beautiful and have wonderful looking feet. When my fascintation for feet began, I was only twelve years old. I would often find my way into my sisters' bedrooms and have fun with their shoes. At this age, I had no idea that a shoe and foot fetish was so common. I often fantasized about their feet, but I was never bold enough to act upon it. As I grew through adolescence, I continued to masturbate with their shoes. I never got caught until one day when I was eighteen. My twin sister, Rhonda, had just bought this new pair of clogs. I was absolutely infatuated with those clogs. Rhonda's size 8 1/2 feet in those clogs was such an erotic sight!

We were both sitting in the den watching some stupid game show. She was sitting on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other. Her left foot was swinging with that clog hanging from the tips of her sexy looking toes. She would curl and flex her foot. All I could do was look in awe at that curvy wrinkled arch and leather clog. That was all I could stand. I couldn't take it anymore. I just walked over to Rhonda and tried to explain what was on my mind. I couldn't even speak. I was going, "Buh... beh... uh... I wanna... duh.."

That beautiful redhaired sister of mine just looked at me with her head tilted to one side and asked, "What the fuck is your problem?"

I went onto the floor at her feet and tried to explain. She just sat there looking at me with a puzzled look on her face. I was having a hell of a time putting my needs into words. I just reached out, grabbed her swinging foot and said, "This is what I need!"as I firmly planted her clog clad foot against the bulge of my dick.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed as she pulled back her foot. As she did, the clog was left behind in my hands. I turned over on the floor and went nuts humping her soft leather clog. "What the hell?" she curiously inquired as I lay there going ape-shit on her clog. Then she stopped me saying, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second." I stopped and looked up at her. "How far would you go?" Rhonda asked me.

"I just want your feet and shoes." I answered.

Rhonda replied, "Okay, come on." She put her clog back on and led me to her room. She then laid back across her bed and said, "Okay, there they are. Do it."

I immediatly dropped my pants and mounted myself atop of my sister's feet and shoes. I humped wildly on top of them as my hands carressed all of the soft leather and skin. I came what seemed to be gallons all over her feet.

Rhonda told me, "Let's keep this between us and we can do it again later." We did it several more times until I got married and moved out.

My marriage failed eight years later, and my ex-wife took the house. I moved in with my sisters, who were all still single. We lost our parents at a young age, and I guess that is one reason that they all stay so close. Well, back to the feet. The first night back with my seven sisters, we all sat around and talked about my situation. I could tell that they all felt badly for me. Then out of nowhere, Heather, the number six sister, blurted out, "Rhonda tells us that you like feet!"

Rhonda and I both turned red as beets. Rhonda looked over at me with the sweetest grin. A tear rolled down her face as she explained, "I didn't think it would hurt. I am so sorry."

I told her that it was okay and that no harm was done. Just then Heather blurted out once more, "What's wrong with it? He can do my feet if he wants."

Donna, sister number two, then jumped in. She removed her long brown leather boots and said, "Rhonda, c'mon, let's give him something special. He needs this."

Rhonda replied, "Yes, let's do."

Every one of my sisters removed their shoes and made their bare feet available to me. I didn't even know where to start, so I just grabbed Donna's big size tens and went for it. I went several rounds and eventually serviced all my sisters' feet. After a long rest, I started back up again, but this time I fucked their shoes. The foot and shoe orgy went on into the night. As I was in pure ecstacy with Gail's feet (sister number 4), I noticed a very interesting sight. Rhonda and Heather were sucking and kissing each other's toes. They looked as if they were really into it! The rest of us watched as I began to suck on Gail's toes. We all just started undressing slowly as the sexual tension in the room grew.

I had Gail's right foot on my dick and her left one in my mouth. I noticed that Donna was masturbating and looking in Roxanne's (sister number 7) direction. I never knew it, but those two had a thing going. The orgy was almost in full swing as Donna and Roxanne began oral on each other. Renee (sister number 3) and Diane (Sister number 5) just sat and watched.

Rhonda asked, "What are you two going to do? Just sit there?"

They didn't sit there for long, as they moved closer to each other and began to fondle each other's breasts. As all this was going on, I was going wild with Gail's soft feet. Her arches are very high and her soles are wrinkly and soft. I came two more times with her feet. We gradually began wearing out and falling asleep on the floor.

I stayed with my sisters for a few months before I remarried. I had those wonderful feet and shoes almost every night. My wife even knows about it, and even lets me go ever there whenever she is busy. I still love those wonderful feet and shoes!