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Two At The Same Time
(Posted on Monday, December 28, 1998)
This story was submitted by David.

My name is David. I have had a powerful foot fetish since an early age. I'm not sure how it cultivated or why it persists, and no longer give myself a concussion thinking about it. The visual effect of a pretty girl’s feet has always given rise to my inner sensuality. It likely always will.

Getting past the pretense and on to the good stuff, I opened up these emotions to a girl I met years ago. We maintained a committed relationship for the better part of five years. I was in the military the first two years of our time together, and we had a voracious sex life. It slowed down when we took to sharing an apartment, however. I’d been warned by my married friends, but she was really special to me, and I wasn’t about to leave her behind.

April’s appearance is just captivating. She’s five-and-a-half feet tall, had brown hair when I met her, but now it’s blonde, pretty face, blue eyes, nice, cup ‘em in your hands breasts, full hips, but no belly, a bulbous, round-as-they-come ass and muscular legs.

Because of the nature of our mutual interest, I’ll expound on a diatribe about the characteristics of her feet. April’s feet are pleasing to all the senses. She’s got relatively long toes, with the big toe being the longest, a good arch, the tops are tanned, and the bottoms soft and smooth. The smell of her feet puts me in a state of bliss. It calms my head and quickens my pulse at the same time. I'll be damned if I can shed any further clairvoyance and provide a more superfluous explanation than that. She’s got nimble toes, and pinches my nose with them when she’s feeling frisky.

One weekend afternoon, April ran her soles along my chest and over my face while sitting on the bed I was laying on. She took matters into her hands while she continued gliding her feet over me. It was easy to see that her actions heightened my fervor. My dick was so hard, a cat couldn’t scratch it. From then on, and on occasion, we incorporated foot play into our lovemaking. Time wore on, and we drifted apart, as I became real damn busy with college and a full-time job. We broke off the relationship when I moved away, but maintain close contact. We catch up now and again, and she’ll usually cater to my undying affection for pretty female feet.

Here’s where the story takes off. April has this friend named Renee. Renee’s wild, but settled into marriage. They spend a good deal of time with one another and go to clubs after work together frequently. Renee never brings her husband on their escapades. He’s a manager where they both work, and he’s a real bore. He spends his evenings watching sports, largely ignoring his wife. April told me once that Renee was a real free spirit before she got married. As an observer, I can tell you that she copes with her husband’s lack luster libido by going out. She’s a real cock tease! Nice girl, otherwise. Pretty, too; and slender.

After that weekend, I flew home to Chicago. Thanksgiving brought me back, and we’d made plans to go out Friday night. I’ve only lived in Chicago a short time, and don’t know a hell of a lot of people, so I guess was feeling a bit daring. I gave Renee a call. Letting go of my inhibitions, I told her all about the foot play April and I have engaged in. I told her that I wanted to play a little game with April. The picture I painted portrayed April as the one with the foot fetish. I then outlined a brief sketch of what I hoped to get out of this gig. She liked the idea, as I figured she might, considering what I knew of her background and what I’d observed of her actions when apart from her husband. We laughed at the prospect of this challenge and discussed how it all might transpire; focusing on piquing her interest without it seeming planed.

We went back to April’s apartment after closing down the bars. April keeps her computer in her bedroom, and that’s where I wanted everyone. I made an excuse to use the computer. Something I wanted to show them on the net, I said. I pulled up some crazy wav files and we all had a good laugh. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed, towards the foot end. Motioned for Renee to do the same. She came and sat to my left. As expected, April came over and sprawled herself on her bed. She shucked her shoes off on the way. Renee took hers off in the car. Said her feet hurt. Evidently they really did. April looked to me and said, rub my feet. This isn’t uncommon, but wasn’t the timing sweet?

I turned my back to the bedpost, leaned toward her and grabbed her under the calves and pulled her in my direction. I placed her feet in my lap and leaned into the bedpost. I went to work on her left foot in my usual fashion. Renee swung herself around, laid herself down and put her feet in my lap as well. I said that I can only work on one at a time. Renee started caressing April’s bare right foot with her hose covered feet.

When April showed no reaction, Renee spun herself around again, leaned into me and took April’s right foot in her hands. She tried to emulate my actions. When she had it, she slid herself down, put her head on my thigh while lying on her side. She poked April with one foot and requested that she rub it. I added that she shouldn’t be selfish, and that she’d received enough foot rubs to know how to give one. She met my gaze and smiled seductively at me. She knew that this was a turn-on for me, and thought she’d play with me. April took the offered foot, placed it arch down just below her chest. She held the toes in her left hand and scratched her nails along the spine of Renee’s foot. Renee jerked her foot out of April’s grasp. In an attempt to get a similar reaction from April, she dragged her fingernails across April’s sole, toes to heal. To no avail.

"April isn’t ticklish." I announced casually. Only slightly, actually. But she can concentrate around it. This has always been a significant disappointment. I slid off the bed and into a standing position. I announced that April’s foot massage was over, and instructed Renee to lie on her back. I tossed her a pillow. Positioning myself next to April, I put Renee’s slender feet on my crossed leg. I began my methodic massage on one foot encased in sheer black hose. I carried on in routine, trying to think of someway to get April involved.

I took my left hand, moved it to my left and over April’s forehead. She relaxed, as she knew what was coming. I rotated my thumb and middle finger over her temples to stall for time. I broke the routine of the foot rub and began tapping a finger on Renee’s outside ankle. When our eyes met, I made some senseless motion for her to do something spontaneous, like we spoke of on the phone that night the week before.

She again took April’s right foot, caressing the arch with both thumbs. She complimented me on the massage and announced that her husband gives a lousy foot rub. Said he hates feet, and inquired to both of us the strangeness of that mentality. April brushed my hand away and looked at me smiling. April started to tell Renee that I have a bit of a thing for her feet. Renee cut in that April has pretty feet, and why shouldn’t I. With that, Renee buried her nose into the area where April’s toes meets the ball of her foot.

She said, “They don’t even smell bad. I had a boyfriend that liked to suck my toes . Like this.” And with that she traced her tongue along the bottom of the big toe.

April and I looked at one another, my eyes as big as dinner plates. I quickly scooped up Renee’s right foot, cupping the heel. I brought it closer to April’s face, turning onto my side as I did so. I whispered, “Go on, April.” Luck was still with me. April maintained eye contact with me as she rested one hand on top of the foot in front of her face, flexing it and moving the toes towards her willing mouth. She parted her lips and placed them around two of the smaller toes. She’d seen me do this enough times. Looking at me, she ran her tongue along and over the nylon-covered toes. It was too much for me. I hovered over April’s torso and moved in closer.

As April licked the bottoms, I licked the tops of Renee’s toes. Occasionally, our tongue’s touched. I pushed the foot aside and kissed April’s mouth quickly. I whispered, “Please, don’t stop.” She didn’t. She bit the ball gently, holding on with both hands so Renee couldn’t pull away. I moved Renee’s other foot to the side of April’s face. Supporting the ankle, I moved her foot around so the ball and toes caressed April’s cheek. She caught on and continued the process on her own. I slid my hands under April’s dress and ran my fingertips over her soft belly. I kissed her on the mouth a few more times, and we licked and sucked Renee’s toes in tandem.

April was in. It was time to check on Renee. I took my hand out of April’s dress and placed myself next to Renee. I kissed her cheek and thanked her quietly. Then, I placed April’s free foot between us, kissing the top and instep while running my fingers over the soles. Moving a hand up April’s leg, I reached her panties. I gently rubbed her soft mound, then probed beyond her panties moments later. I traced two fingers up, down, and over her lips.

I desperately wanted to pick up the pace, but wasn’t sure how far I could push it with Renee. She was married, after all. There were limits that I didn’t want to violate. Feet was what started all this, so I reasoned feet were safe. I placed a hand under Renee’s knee. The one closest to me. I pulled it up and towards me, causing the sole to face away from me and the arch up. I picked up April’s leg and slid under it. I moved in and replaced my working fingers with my eager mouth and tongue. I had her rocking in no time.

Placing a little bit of my body’s weight on Renee’s leg and locking it up with my left arm, I gently stroked her exposed foot with the fingers of my right hand. The strokes were real slow and deliberate, because I’d learned earlier that she’s ticklish. Only the moments superceding ejaculation is more exhilarating that lightly tickling a pretty girl’s responsive foot. It tickled, without a doubt. I felt her resistance, but I’m a good bit stronger than she is. I kept the contact light, so she could stand it.

She was laughing in between what had now become sucking on April’s foot, because of the tickling. She wiggled her toes when I found a sensitive spot. I’m very cool about it. When I’m tickling a girl’s foot, I want her to enjoy it, so I keep within the means of her tolerance. When she started flexing and pointing her toes to keep my fingers away from their underside, I almost lost it. My dick was extremely hard, and it hurt. Despite the discomfort, I was enjoying every second. Hell, how often do you get to tickle a girl’s foot while eating out another? Unless I make such ridiculous amounts of money that women will endear themselves to my sexual whims just to hang out with a rich guy, this experience will not likely be repeated.

While I was reveling in my success, April stiffened up and was about to cum. Her furry walnut was breathing like a house cat. She let go, and came spazmatically. I wiped my mouth off on her inner thigh and attacked Renee’s helpless foot with my mouth. April gathered her senses and sat up while I kissed and gingerly bit the soft bottoms of Renee’s foot. April pushed both her soles into me and said to straighten up. I got up into a kneeling position. April placed her soles over my throbbing cock.

I told Renee that I wanted her pantyhose off, leaned forward, reached under her dress and grabbed for the waistband. She raised her butt off the bed and the hose came past her hips instantly. I picked her feet up and placed them on my chest. Then, I undid my belt and pants. April did the rest. I slowly worked Renee’s hose off, peeling them past her feet simultaneously, an inch at a time. As soon as the heels were exposed, I kissed one with parted lips. I kissed my way up the spine of her left foot in the same fashion as I peeled the hosiery away. I watched with delight as the soft, wrinkled flesh of her soles became visible to me. I buried my face in her soles as I held her feet together. April ran her soles the length of my shaft. The numbness was leaving and my breath was coming quicker.

Here I was giving lavish praise to the feet of a recent stranger, while an old girlfriend of many years was performing a foot job. Running my fingers and palms over Renee’s legs and wetting her soles with my tongue, I came like a shot. I fell forward in my as my head began swimming. Thankfully, I had the wherewithal to stop myself before crashing into Renee. Took a few deep breaths, kissed her again on the cheek, gave a wink and raised up. I felt lousy that Renee went without an orgasm. Sex, to me, has always been give and take. She said not to bother myself with it, and that it’d only make her feel guilty. I don’t guess I could argue with that, and so I refrained.

Well . . . that’s my most successful foot sex story. Anyone of interest can contact me via e-mail.

This story was submitted by David.


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