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Collections of Wife Stories Volume: 2
by
Ass.reposter
The credit belongs to the original authors
My New Supervisor
I had been working at my job for over 10years with some success but
nothing to really boast about. I was one of those people without the
required education to advance but managed to stay afloat. It wasn't
uncommon for new young engineers to come onboard and get promoted over
me leaving me at a relatively low level. I still however made a fair
salary, which keep my wife happy. My wife and I have a
dominant-submissive relationship, me being submissive to my wife. I
provide certain services for my wife and her lover, I am their "little
cleanup boy". She calls me "Little" and "Boy" because of the size of my
penis, which is less than 5" fully extended. Having to lick her lover's
cum out of her pussy has given me a very low self esteem which seems to
suite my intense "ass fetish" well. Before becoming completely dominant
over me she used to sit on my face, allowing me to tongue her asshole
while she sucked my dick. Now she only sits on my face after she has
taken a dump and watches me masturbate. On some occasions she forces me
to ready her lover for her by sucking his dick. In summary the only sex
I have had in years has been limited to my tongue ,her ass and his
dick. I have other very submissive duties that I perform for her (or
anyone else. as directed) that I won't talk about in this story other
than the fact that my new female supervisor (Beth) knows all about
these duties, first hand.
One Monday morning our department AVP ( Mr. Johnson) summoned me to his
office, requiring me to report immediately . Our department AVP was a
young single executive who was always socializing or flurting with the
secretaries and talking about his last date Upon arriving at his office
I was greeted by his secretary ( Bonnie) with a slight giggle as she
said " he is waiting for you". Bonnie was a knockout babe who always
wore short shirts that displayed her buns whenever she stretched or bent
over. She gained great pleasure entertaining management by flashing her
sweet ass around and for obvious reasons she had a higher salary than
mine. I went into the office and Mr Johnson look at me with one of
those "go to hell" looks and said " your supervisor has indicated a
complete lack of productivity from you and a very bad attitude toward
her and any other women that is in your chain of management. We cannot
and will not tolerate people like you! Therefore your position at this
company is now terminated". I said " you me I am fired ? " after
hearing Mr Johnson confirm his statement I was devastated " what will
my wife say? what will she do?" . The only thing I could think about
doing is dropping to my knees and begging for my job. That is exactly
what I did.
So here I am down on my knees in front of a man who is 10 years
younger begging for my job saying " please I 'll do any job for anyone,
please don't fire me". Mr Johnson looked down at me in disgust and said
" you really are a worm just like Beth said" just after saying that ,
Beth busted in to the office and in a sassy apologetic voice she said
" ooh maybe I interrupted something here". Mr. Johnson smiled and said
"not at all Beth, as matter of a fact, please come over here. I have
just advise Ron that he no longer works for us and as you can see he is
begging for his job. Ron has indicated that he will do anything for
anyone if I give his job back, what do you think?". Beth was wearing a
short wavy skirt ( seems like all of the women who work for Mr. Johnson
wear short wavy skirts) and she made sure that it was waving as sassy as
she was as she walk over to Mr Johnson. She place her hands on her
hips as she giggled out " looks like Ron is in a good position to beg,
lets see how bad he wants his job". Saying that Beth unzipped Mr.
Johnson's pants and pulled his large penis out and begin to stroke it in
front of my face. She then said " you know what to do because you suck
your wife's lover's dick, don't you? After knodding my head she started
playing with nose by moving it side to side with his penis. now your
going to suck Mr. Johnson's dick aren't you?" Again I knodded and she
started to laugh as she guided Mr. Johnson's now hard penis into my
mouth. I began sucking and licking while Beth victoriously looked down
on me. Beth then turned to face Mr. Johnson and rested her ass on my
head. I could hear both of them as they began kissing each other. Beth
was sucking Mr. Johnson's tongue while I sucked his dick. Beth turned
around just in time to watch her boss shoot his load down my throat. She
quickly removed his dick from my mouth and stuck it up to my nose
allowing his cum to squirt up into my nose and face. She then started
spreading is cum around my face with his dick. Beth then finished
cleaning Mr. Johnson's dick by wiping it off in my hair and recommended
that I should be rehire because of my obvious skills. She then advised
me not to clean my face until I got home and showed my wife. Beth
advised that she would be talking to my wife later on that evening to
firm up some dinner plans and would be sure to ask if I did as I was
told. As I started out the door Mr.Johnson instructed to to stop by and
see Bonnie and setup a follow up appointment. Mr. Johnson's cum was
dripping from my nose and drying on face as I requested Bonnie to setup
the appointment. As I drove home I wandered "what while my wife say and
what wile my new supervisor task me to do tomorrow?"
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Little Cleanup Boy
My Husband
(my toilet)
My husband is a real piece of work or I might better phrase it a piece
of shit!. He is a forty year old engineer making a fair salary, which is
one of the only good things I can say about him. He stands about 5' 7"
and weighs in at about 175 lbs. He is out of shape and is somewhat
disgusting to be around because of inability to socialize. His 4 1/2"
penis and premature ejaculations make him absolutely useless in the
sack. so what is this loser of a husband good for beside an alright
salary?. That's what this story is all about.
My husband has a fetish for feet and asses, you know the type of pervert
you read about in those XXXX magazines. Many mornings I have been
awoken by his nose pressing up into my crack and his dick rubbing my
feet until he ejaculated all over the sheets. I would always respond by
saying " You pig, now clean it up". I thought that if I left gas
when he his nose up my crack it would cause him to masturbate some other
way and leave me along. Instead it caused him to perform this
perverted acted more frequently, the real perverted thing about it was
that shortly after I would leave gas the asslicker shot his wad. On the
rare occasion we had sex, my husband demanded that I get on top and
would ejaculate within 2 minutes, needless to say I never had an orgasm,
not even close! On other occasions I would bribe my husband into doing
me favors in return for a blow job while I sat on his face. He would
alternately stick his nose and tongue up my asshole while I suck his
tiny dick. This wasn't so bad except if I was going to give a blow job I
would like to give it to a real man with a real dick and not some
asslicking wimp.
Besides being a pervert my husband was a bigot and a chauvinist, always
bad mouthing female engineers that worked in his department. One
particular engineer named Beth, who according to my husband was
incapable of doing ant thing right. Beth was 18 years younger than my
husband and was at the same level. This drove my husband crazy and I was
very entertained when Beth was promoted over my husband. He would talk
bad about almost every in his department, either because they were not
white or male, a very sicking person to talk to. I always fantasized
that all the guys in his department would get together and beat the
shit out of him while Beth and I watched.
One day I decided that I had enough of my husband and decided to do
something about it. Divorcing him would had been the obvious answer,
but why go to the expense and trouble of divorce when there is no need
to. My husband has only one desire, licking my ass. I could have a
lover and really get fucked anytime I wanted as long as I allowed my
asslicking husband to masturbate while I sat on his face. I could take
advantage of his perverted desire by making him do more and more for the
opportunity to lick my ass. I began to dress more and more sexy wearing
short wavy dresses that frequently gave my husband a view of my ass in
order to keep his perverted desire going strong. Things really work
just as planned, I could get my husband to do anything at all with a
lick of my ass. He now did all the housework after he came home from
work. I started going out in the evening while he slave away at washing
clothes and cleaning the house. He never asked any questions about my
evening activities as long as I stuck my ass in his face when I got
home. I met a guy, Steve, who was in his early thirties and was so good
looking and nice. He was a doctor who just started his on practice and
seem to really like me and treated me like a real man should treat his
women. I decided to tell Steve about my perverted husband and I would
offer myself to Steve. After explaining my husband's perverted desire,
Steve said " let him have your asshole and let me have the rest" I
immediately fell into his arms and we made love. Steve's cock was at
least twice the size of my husbands and much, much thicker. Steve shot
more cum into me than my husband has shot in me all the years we been
married. I was at first afraid of what my husband would say once he saw
my swollen and cumed filled pussy, and then I realized he isn't going to
care as long as he gets what he wants, this would be the real test of
what he would do for the opportunity to taste my ass. When I arrived the
pervert was asleep as always when I turned on the light and said " O
Ron, I have something for you" I straddled his face so that he could see
my panty covered ass. When he awoken he requested that I sit on his
face, I replied " first you have to lick my pussy clean and if you ask
any questions or refuse you will never see my ass again" the pervert
agreed and I pulled my panties off and again I straddled his face and
said " enjoy" . I contracted my pussy sending Steve's massive deposit of
cum straight into my husbands mouth and watched as he swallowed it down.
I then instructed him to use his tongue to get the rest and he did!,
what a pervert! When he completed cleaning up after my lover, I rewarded
him by repositioning my asshole over his face and watched as he
masturbated. My husband never said a word or asked any questions, he was
getting what he wanted and that was that mattered. When I told Steve
this, he was amazed and said " I'll provide him with a meal every night
" we both laugh and then made love. Once I arrived home my husband
performed his cleanup duty and was rewarded by my asshole.
This went on for several weeks, when I decided to see just how far my
little pervert would go this ass thing. Every morning I would normally
sat on his face so that he could snift and lick my relatively clean ass
and then I would go back to sleep until he leaves. I would then do all
my bathroom duties and get ready myself, this enable me not to have to
see or talk to him. One morning I woke up and immediately got up and
took a shit. Without wiping my ass I sat on his face as usually and he
began to lick and didn't stop until I was squeaky clean. I couldn't help
to turn around and look down at him and ask " how did it taste" , he
couldn't answer because my ass was still covering his mouth but the
sparkle in his eyes gave the answer. I rolled over and went back to
sleep while my little asslicker got himself ready and went to work. I
thought about this all day and couldn't understand what sort of a person
he really was. I decided to snoop around in his home office where I knew
he had some porno type stuff. The asswipe didn't think I knew he read
such stuff , but I had caught him wanking off before in his office and
chose not to bring it up. I was amazed of what I found. He had story
after story of men watching their wives getting fucked by other men and
acting as their slave. What a perfect pervert he has turned out to be! I
called Steve and told him about what I had found and we both decided to
give my husband what he wanted.
Steve and I would meet as usual and then go to my place to provide my
husband with his sick fantasy. When I arrive home my husband was in bed
as always awaiting his normal clean up duties. I turned on the light and
announced that I had a quest and he should get up to meet him. My
husband was very surprise to see Steve and I introduced him to my
husband as my lover and the one he had been cleaning up after. My
husband couldn't bring himself to say anything so Steve asked my husband
" I hope you like the taste of my cum, because you will be eating a lot
of from now on". Steve then began to order my husband around saying that
he was to do exactly as he was told or he would get his ass kicked. I
was getting so excited to see a real man putting my husband in his place
and attached myself to Steve kissing and nibbling at his ear while he
instructed my husband of his duties. Steve made my husband get on his
knees in front of us as we looked down on him and asked me what would I
like to have the pervert do first. I said " since he is that position I
think he should unzip your pants, pull your big wonderful penis out and
learn how to give head. My husband looked at me with a horrified
expression and I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him. Steve then
ordered my husband to begin his lesson. My husband did as he was told
and pulled Steve's dick out and just looked at in amazement, I said "
dont just sit there, put his penis in your mouth and start sucking!" I
never felt so wonderful as when I watched my perverted husband stick my
lover's dick into his mouth and watched as my his mouth filled as
Steve's dick became hard. As my husband began sucking it became very
obvious he would need lots of practice, at this rate Steve would never
cum so I positioned myself in front of Steve and over my husband
,rubbing my pussy on Steve's stomach and allowing him to feel my ass
while my husband continued sucking. This was'nt all bad for my husband
since my ass was directly in his face, Steve was spreading my cheeks so
that my asshole was rubbing my husband's nose. I whisper to Steve "I
want to watch my husband as he swallows your load, so let me know when
it is time" After several minutes Steve indicated that he was ready so I
turned around to watch Steve shoot his hot load down my husband's
throat. I then made my husband lick the tip of Steve's penis as a final
finish. I then told my husband to completely remove Steve's pants and
underwear and thank Steve by licking his asshole just like it was mine.
My husband was horrified over this but did as he was told for fear of
Steve. While my husband was licking Steve's ass I was sucking his
tongue and wandering how much will this little pervert will do. Steve
announced to my husband that it was show time and told my husband " sit
down and watch me fuck your wife" Steve then began to fuck my brains
out. Steve shot at least two large loads of his cream into my pussy
causing me to cum each time. The smell of sex filled the room and the
sheets were wet of cum. We both sat in the bed with our legs spread,
Steve's dick was still half erected and shining with both his and my
cum. Steve instructed my husband to position his face so that I could
straddle his face to feed him. So I straddled my husbands face and Steve
and I both watched as a large wad of cum slid down my husband's throat.
I then ordered him to lick out my pussy completely, when he completed
his cleanup, Steve ordered him to lick his dick clean. What thrill this
was to watch my husband in his real place!
Steve spent the rest of the night with me, making my husband sleep in
the adjoining bathroom. In the morning I woke my husband up as I sat on
the toilet to take my morning dump. I told him to wake Steve up by
sucking his dick and I would be in after I finished to sit on his face.
When I walk in to the bedroom I was delighted to Steve just awaking
while my husband's mouth was caressing Steve's now hard penis. I gently
kissed Steve on the cheek and told him what I was going to do and he
immediately sat up to watch. I told my husband to position himself and I
sat firmly down on his face with my dirty asshole on his mouth. I was
facing his feet so that I could watch as he stroked his tiny penis while
licking me clean. Steve and I just laughed and giggled while my husband
just licked and licked. When he finished his clean up duty both him and
Steve dressed and left for work.
All day I just daydreamed of all the events that took place, wandering
how much more my perverted husband would take. I continued to dig
through his desk drawers for more clues to his perverted fantasies and
was again amazed of what I found. He had pictures and pictures of women
sitting on men's faces as though they were shitting. One picture was of
a man laying on the floor under a portable toilet and a women siting on
top. I realize that my husband wants to be a toilet! Of all the men in
the world I wound up with a human toilet! While I was thinking about
this my husband came home from work all pissed off that Beth had been
promoted over him and was sending him out of town to take care a some
business at a customer's site. He said he would be home in about week to
10 days, I told him that was great, me and Steve will get along without
him ok. I was almost hoping that my husband would never return when I
thought of a plan that would really put him in his true place. I first
called his work and spoke with his new boss Beth. Just as I expected
Beth was a bright young engineer , who despised my husband as much as I
did. I told Beth of all of the activities in last few weeks and what I
had found in his home office. We both laughed and agreed that Ron had to
be the biggest pervert ever. Beth thank me for letting her know and
might give Ron the opportunity to do some "brown nosing", we laughed and
said goodbye.
Since my husband was going to gone for sometime, I asked Steve if he
would move in and that I would put all of Ron's stuff in the basement.
Steve agreed and by the end of the day he was completely move in,
replacing my husband completely. I should Steve all of the picture I had
found and after several jokes and and several minutes of laughing, we
began to devise a plan to make Ron's perverted fantasy come true. Steve
began working on a device that would replace the existing toilet with a
wooden European designed toilet that was attached directly to the
bedroom wall. On the other side Steve built a closet that extended
approximately five feet in to the bedroom. Inside the closet was a
retractable cot that was narrow and slide into a chute that extended in
to the new toilet. The ideal was to place Ron on this cot and slide him
into the chute placing his head in a small bowl directly under a toilet
seat. He would be at a level considerable higher than a normal toilet to
allow a well hung hunk's (such as Steve's) penis to extend only an inch
or so from Ron's mouth, but still enable anyone to comfortable sit on
the seat placing their asshole and/or pee hole within reach of Ron's
tongue. The new toilet was also equipped with a foot stool to make the
user as comfortable as possible. When Ron,s new home was complete Steve
and I planned a dinner party , inviting Beth and her date. Beth was
dating a young engineer who used to report to Ron, this made all the
more fun! Beth didn't know what was being planned but knew something
fun (at Ron,s expense) was in stored and ensured that he would be
returning the day of the dinner.
The afternoon of the dinner Steve and I ere awaiting Ron,s return so
that we could show him his new home together. I was dressed in a sexy
black minishirt with white thongs and no hose, while Steve was wearing
tight jeans that hugged his tight ass. When Ron arrived I met him at
the door and immediately told him of the dinner plans, but kept the
quest list secrete. Ron look at the set table and asked why there were
only four places set. I told him that there were places set for myself,
Steve and the two dinner quest and that we were about to set his
upstairs. Ron looked confused and followed Steve and I upstairs,
noticing the "OUT OF ORDER PLEASE USE THE UPSTAIRS TOILET" sign I
placed on the downstairs bathroom, I told him not worry. When we arrive
to the bedroom, Steve pulled the cot out of the closet and told Ron to
remove his shirt and laydown. When Ron ask "what is going on" Steve told
him to shut and say word. Ron did exactly as he was told and Steve
quickly pushed the cot into the closet sending Ron's head into the
toilet bowl. Since the toilet seat and lid was closed Ron had no ideal
where he was until I opened the lid. What a sight to see my perverted
husband's face in the toilet ready to provide a much needed service! I
stood over my "husband toilet" with my leg prop on the foot stool
ensuring my husband had a view of my thongs and asked him if he knew
where and what he was. He replied that he didn't and that he was scared
and confused. I giggled and said " Ron your fantasy has come true! You
are a human toilet! And tonight you are going to be well used, so I hope
you are hungry" I started giggling at him as he began to squirm around
and he finally asked if he was a ladies only toilet. I told him " Ron,
a toilet is a toilet, you will be used by anyone who needs to use the
"jon" or should I say the "ron" " I then provided him with his rules of
operation.
1. Once the lid is open, you are to keep your eyes open
2. Once a person's penis or naked ass is exposed, you are to open your
mouth as wide as
you can.
3. You are to graciously consume any and all thing delivered to your
mouth.
4. You are to perform all requested clean up without delay.
5. You are not to speak except once the user is complete, you are to
thank them and
request more.
Steve then came over and announce that he had to take a leak and pulled
his beautiful penis out his pants, I quickly grabbed it and pointed to
my husband's mouth and said remember rule # 2. He opened his mouth to
become my lover's toilet. Steve's penis hung less than an inch from
ron's mouth and very little pee spashed out. I could see Steve's pee
throfting up in my husbands mouth as he hastily swallowed mouthful after
mouthful. When Steve was finished I was given the honor tapping him off
on my husband's tongue. Just then the door bell rung I smiled at my
husband and said "ooh time to go, see you in a bit" I girlishly stuck my
tongue out at him and slammed the lid shut.
I ran down stairs to meet our dinner quest and was thrill to finally
meet Beth. Beth was a Asian girl very slender built and pretty. She was
very pleasant ,constantly laughing and giggling and wearing a small wavy
skirt . Beth's date , Bob was goodlooking muscular man in his late
twenties . Both of them were invited to sit down and given drinks and a
conversation quickly began about Ron. Beth inquired on Ron's
whereabouts indicating that she would like to ask him about his
asslicking activities. I just said that Ron would be showing up later,
with this Steve and I started giggling. I advised Beth and Bob that if
they should need to use the "ron" I corrected myself and said "jon"
please use the one upstaris. Beth and Bob didnot understand the joke but
giggled any way. As soon as I made this announcement Beth annouce that
she had to go and asked if I could show her the way. Hardly able to
keep from laughing I showed Beth to the "ron" . Beth saw the toilet and
comment of how unusual it was, I said "wait until you open the lid" ,
with this Beth opened the lid and looked straight down at Ron. I don't
know who was more surprise, my husband knowing he was about to be used
by his know nothing female boss as her toilet or Beth. In any case Beth
was laughing and giggling so hard I thought she was going to wet her
panties. She immediatley called for Bob saying " Bob come see your old
boss's new job" Bob and Steve ran up the stairs and looked down on his
"boss toilet" and all of us stood over Ron's face and laughed until Beth
said " I really do need to use the "ron" (every again began to laugh) so
please excuse me. Steve and Bob both left the room and I requested to
stay to watch Ron accept his fate. Beth agreed and pulled her panties
down, positioned her self over the toilet seat, lifted her skirt and
Ron opened his mouth. Beth looked over her shoulder down at Ron and
stuck out her tongue as she sat down. As Beth began to pee I could her
Ron swallowing mouthful after mouthful of Beth's urine. When Beth
finished she took a sheet of toilet paper and wiped herself and stuffed
it in Ron's mouth and watched as he chewed it and swallowed. I quickly
advise Ron to remember rule#5 and Beth was amused when Ron thanked her
and asked for more. She replied " sure as soon as I finish dinner" then
laugh as she shut the lid.
No doubt the talk at the dinner table was Ron's new role in life and
Beth was determined to some how use his new skills in the work place.
After dinner everyone was filled and Ron's fate was becoming very
obvious as everyone made comments about needing to make room for
desert. I wanted to be the first person to take a dump in Ron's toilet
mouth so I excused myself and walked up the stairs as everyone giggled.
I opened the lid and smile at my husband and asked if he was enjoying
himself, not expecting an answer I told him that this was for good and
that he might as well enjoy it. I turned around and bent over slighty
to pull my thongs down and the looked over my shoulders to ensure his
mouth was opened. I then sat down and sent a stream hot piss down his
throat. I could hear and fell him swallowing as completed job # 1. I
felt his mouth began to shut so I quickly said " dont close yet, I've
got more for you" I then reposition to ensure my asshole was over his
mouth and began to shit down his mouth. I never felt so good about my
husband before as I delivered several stools to his awaiting mouth. When
I was complete, I decided to wipe my ass myself so that I could see him
chew up the shit coated toilet paper. When I was finished I stood over
him to hear him thank me and asked if he could have more, I replied "you
can count on it". Steve then knocked on the door saying " are'nt you
through yet I got take a big dump" Laughter from stairs could be heard
as I wink and stuck my tongue out at my husband said "enjoy".
Notice: This story, entitled Unexpected Rewards is protected under US copyright laws. As such, all
rights under such laws are reserved to the author. This document may be freely distributed and exhibited,
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(c) 1996 D. Nasakcuf
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Unexpected Rewards
My name is Kyle. This is obviously not my real name, but itll do in the way of an introduction. Im in
my late twenties (20ish, 20something, etc.), have a BS in Chemistry, and do something very
unchemistry-like for a living. What I am about to relate happened to me during one of the so-called
General Education (affectionately referred to as GE classes) classes that us poor chemistry saps are
required to take.
This particular class was a Human Resources class that goes my many different names (some of them
even clean) in a students vocabulary; the class schedule simply called it MHR 318. Essentially a mix of
psychology and sociology, this class attempted to explain to us how and why people behave as they do in
groups. From the first day on , I knew I was going to enjoy the class. Not because of the subject matter,
mind you, but rather due to all of the GORGEOUS females in this class. In this class, girls outnumbered
guys by about 2:1, which was the highest in any of my particular curriculum classes. Now, I may be many
things (some of them even productive things), but one of the things Im not is handsome. As proof, I think
that my lack of dating experience speaks for itself. I therefore was under NO illusion that I was going to
get anywhere with anybody (especially not with this crowd), but as I think most guys will agree, looking is
a good part of the fun. So I looked. And looked. And the quarter wore on.
Sporadically throughout the quarter, we had so-called group activities. These events essentially
became BS sessions for most of us; most of the work took place in the last 5 minutes of a 1 hour activity.
Although I thought I might seize upon various opportunities (I was usually the only guy in the group), I
never really said anything to anybody: all these years of being single and not mingling with the female
crowd have made me somewhat shy. So I essentially did some more looking. And some more. And then
one fine day, fate came over and broke its fickle finger pointing out a path for me to change my actions
from looking to doing.
In many classes of this General Education nature, there frequently are quarter-ending projects that are
assigned that may be worth up to 60% of your grade; screw this up and youre toast. This class was no
exception. There were three of us in the group: myself, and two females, whom I shall refer to as Jenny
and Lisa (not their real names, of course). Lisa was a VERY cute, tan, 59 brunette. Of medium build, I
found out later that she works out daily at the school gym (me, Im just your standard couch potato, and a
skinny one at that), where she jogs and swims. I suspected something along those lines from the outset,
because she had very muscular legs. But subtly so. If she wasnt doing anything, all you saw was a very
shapely, tan set of legs. But when she flexed her leg muscles, you could tell there was some power there.
Perhaps I should digress for a moment, and point out that, although I am all for a nice face, shapely
body/legs, etc., there is one feature of a woman that I find overridingly attractive. Her feet. Not just any
set, mind you: there is a certain proportion of width to length that I find especially appealing, usually more
wide than long. Lisa had what I would call a perfect set. I would estimate that she wore a size 8 wide; I
couldnt even begin to guess what the proportion was. On the day we formed the group, she was wearing
a short, black skirt that revealing her supple legs, and so-called dollhouse shoes with white, fuzzy sports
socks. This last point is important, as white, fuzzy socks are all part and parcel of my fetish. From the
moment I laid eyes on her, I fell in love (or is that lust, I cant really tell...?). But I digress too far...
Jenny on the other hand, was a dirty-blond beauty with shoulder-length hair and a nice face. She was
wearing Jeans that day, so I couldnt really tell what her legs were like; her gleaming new Nikes told me
she was about a size 6, also wide. Lisas feet were unparalleled by this, but Jenny had the edge in another
respect: She was bustier than Lisa, Id say three times so. Both seemed very gregarious, and, although I
was quite nervous at first, I eventually learned to relax.
Our assignment was to do a report on diversity in the workplace. We chose a large pharmaceutical giant
Most pharmaceutical giants are large, ya know... and agreed to meet in the library to begin our research. I
soon discovered that neither Lisa nor Jenny had many research skills; both were music majors and had
somehow avoided taking classes requiring that skill, until now. As a result, our meetings in the library
were usually quite brief; I found that both of them agreed with virtually everything I said, and we were in
and out in usually under 5 minutes.
As the quarter began to draw to a close, I came to the stark realization that we had yet to put pen to
paper. I had spent some time in the library doing research for the MHR report and therefore had plenty of
material, but it was all disjointed, and it would take time to assimilate it all into a reasonable report.
Neither Lisa nor Jenny (bless their souls) would be of any genuine help; they were eager but not really in a
position to assist, as I had essentially done all of the research. External pressure was also building: This
was the quarter I was taking Physical Chemistry, and all of my procrastinated laboratory formals were
coming due. It looked like an all-nighter was fast approaching.
You can always tell when someone has pulled an all nighter: These disheveled, bleary-eyed denizens of
the night are not a pretty site. Dont feel too good, either. By 5 oclock, the umteenth cup of coffee just
consumed, one begins to realize that the caffeine is no longer working and begins to feel like a zombie
somnambulist (sleep walker). The stomach gets upset, and there are, of, course, those occasional fits of
nervousness that make you want to race around the campus 6.02 x 1023 times. Actual learning is
generally out; you go to class because its the right thing to do, and because a desk is more comfortable to
sleep in than a chair, something I fallen out of on more than one occasion. Be all that as it may, the
dreaded day approached much faster than I would have liked, and I steeled myself for what lie ahead.
Gathering books, reference material, and computer disks, I sped off to the all-night computer lab under the
library. It was 9 oclock in the evening, and the lab had already begun to fill up with other poor saps with
whom I would be sharing my plight.
There is an old saying that goes something like this: Things that can be done at anytime will be done at
notime until time has run out. Since what I just wrote makes no real sense, Im sure thats NOT how the
saying goes, but the gist of it all is that I could have done my reports at any time, but reserved specifically
now (when I have no time), to do them. People who practice moderated, scheduled study habits dont
have this problem, but what do those sleeping, decaffeinated idiots know, anyway? Somehow, the
all-nighter was a college institution all in and unto itself, and somehow things would not have been
nearly as fun without them. (More learning would have taken place in their stead, and we all know how
painful THAT can be, hah!)
By 2am, Id finished the lab reports. Id had the foresight to start on them earlier in the day, and they
werent the abominable snowmen Id expected them to be. I now had a decision to make: Do I also do
the MHR report? Under the circumstances, I could have waited until the weekend to do them (it was
Wednesday), as the report wasnt due until the following Monday, a whole twelve days away. But, the
report was worth 60% of the total grade for the class, and I needed time to edit and beef up my report with
punctuation, verbs, and other entities that I felt would enhance my (sorry, our) grade. Aside from my
turning the lab reports in, nothing special was happening the next day, so my being out of it bore no
special penalty other than the contempt of my professors. Yeah, right. Like THEY never pulled an
all-nighter when they went to school...
By 5am, Id finished a rough (very rough, it couldve been used to whittle diamond) draft that I felt
contained all of the facts the professor wanted, distilled and condensed for her edification. (Did I mention
she had nice feet, too? Married, though, so perish the thought). Elated, I printed out the report and booted
up Microproses Civilization (I do that a lot; my strategy is to beeline for chemistry). That was a mistake.
I was killed by the Romans at precisely 6am. I guess when they said Prepare for War, they meant it.
Those murdering bastards. Oh, well. Off to breakfast.
After a rather uneventful day, it was time for the MHR class to meet again. At that time, something
happened that hadnt happened since the time I cut class for 4 weeks only to discover that the exam had
been moved and I had therefore missed it (who needs exams, anyway? The real world doesnt take
tests...). The teacher announced that we would not only be turning in a written report, but would also be
presenting our topic ORALLY. Oh shit! For a moment, my catatonic mind had forgotten that I had worked
on the report that evening, and I therefore began to experience the so called time panic when you realize
you have too much to do and no time to do it in. But something suddenly clicked in my mind, and I began
to realize that I was in good shape after all. I began to remember the report...the MHR report....2am to
5am...that was right before those fucking Romans...*click* Oh yeeeeahhh! I began to relax. No problem.
Were relatively almost done (relative to what? Havent a clue, but it sounds good in this sentence).
Obviously pleased with myself, I became laconically confident. Oral, eh? Why, Ill just unzip right here
and....nah, better not do that.
Over the course of the next twelve days, I hammered the report into its final form. The speech we had to
give was supposed to be about five minutes, and, with the information we had coupled with my skills as a
BS artist, this would not be a problem. It was decided that I would give the oral presentation (surprise!)
when the time came, and when it did, things couldnt have gone smoother. Ultimately, we got an A on
the written report and an A on the oral component. Cool deal.
I have to point out that I had not really intended for things to work out the way they did. Originally, we
all were supposed to work on pieces of the report; this was, after all, a class on group behavior. However,
it was simply more expedient for one person to do the work, especially considering our backgrounds. I
therefore wasnt sure how to interpret the look Lisa gave me as I took my seat following the presentation.
It seemed seductive somehow, but uncomfortably so. Her dark-brown eyes met mine for one very intense
moment where I felt she could peer all the way down into my very soul. I instinctively looked away, but
just for a moment, I thought a saw a smile.
After class, we agreed to meet that Saturday one last time, ostensibly to wrap up loose ends. I showed
up early and simply went to the computer lab and tried to get another game of CIV off the ground. Only
marginally successful this time around. I didnt finish this particular scenario until some time after the time
span this story deals with. End Result? The bastard Romans nuked me in 1988, and between dead troops
and global warming, I found myself unable to compete further...At the anointed hour, both Lisa and Jenny
showed up, and, much to my surprise, invited me to lunch. That had never happened to me before: Girls
dont invite me to anything, let alone ones of the caliber of Lisa and Jenny. When I lamely inquired as to
why, Jenny indicated that they simply wanted to say thanks for what I did. Amazingly, I continued to
protest (wheres divine intervention when you need it? Someone should have shut me up already!), but
neither of them would have any of it. So I finally relented. The restaurant they took me to was a local one
that Id never gone to before, not exactly Wolfgang Pucks but not McDonalds, either. As we took our
seats, Lisa made a verbal point to sit directly across from me. Only later did I understand the significance
of that.
At first, the meeting proceeded uneventfully. We ordered our food and engaged in the usual chitchat
about college life and classes. The food was good, and I felt quite relaxed after eating and chatted
amicably. I remember that Lisa was talking about the MHR class when I suddenly felt a strong pressure on
my left foot. Instinctively, I moved my foot, only to discover that the pressure followed it. I also noticed
that Lisa now seemed to be fixated on me; she never interrupted her discussion, her gaze fixed in my
direction. Pretending to not be affected by the goings-on, I leaned back in my chair so that I could sneak a
peek under the table to see what was up.
Well when I did that, it could safely be said that two things were up. The first was Lisa (eventwise),
who had apparently taken her shoes off and was now stepping on my left foot. The second was my cock
(literally), which immediately reacted to the unfolding scene below by becoming uncomfortably stiff. As
Lisa noticed what I was doing, she began to rub my foot with hers by dragging the balls of her feet across
the top of my foot, and back again. When she got to my toes, she applied extra pressure, not so much that
it hurt, but enough to make a difference. I straightened myself out and met Lisas gaze, which never
wavered from its fixation on me.
So what did you think of the class, Kyle? she suddenly asked. The question caught me unprepared, as
I was only pretending to be engaged in the conversation; the unexpected extra-curricular activities having
usurped 100% of my attention. Uh, what? Her face seemed to harden, but in a very sensuous way. I
said, she continued, looking me straight in the eye, what did you think of the class?. I suddenly felt the
pressure on my foot shift. It moved to the inside of my leg, and began to ever so slowly creep its way up
the inside of my leg.
One of the disadvantages of being inexperienced sexually is that even the slightest sexual implication
yields a huge bodily response. The fact that I have a foot fetish didnt help this situation either, it only
served to heighten my reaction to it. As her foot moved up my leg towards its intended target, I felt my
cock stiffened to the point where I felt as if I could have deflected bullets with it. I finally found the words
(and spittle to help me form them) to answer her original query: Uh, it was alright I said, nodding. It
was all I could muster. Between the desert I had for a mouth and that odd, queasy kind of good-feeling that
was welling up in my stomach, I lacked the focus to formulate anything but the simplest of thoughts and
sentences.
By now Lisa had reached the edge of the chair I was sitting in. Still she continued onward, until that one
glorious moment occurred when I felt that pressure between my legs, directly and precisely placed where it
was needed most. I suddenly noticed that during this entire time, I had been holding my breath in
anticipation of this auspicious moment. Now that it had finally arrived, my breath just kind of squeaked
out in a slow, wheezing kind of way. As I looked down, I saw that my crotch tightly cradled her wide left
foot. Her toes were draped over its head, and the balls of her feet were firmly placed at the point where
the head meets the shaft, with the rest of her foot running down its length. The feeling of sexual pleasure,
although most pronounced near the tip, was absolutely and irresistibly pervasive.
During this entire glorious affair, I had apparently begun sloughing further and further down in my
chair; by now, it seemed as if Id form a sideways letter L. It was therefore a mad scramble to
straighten back out as the waiter returned. As he approached, I noticed Lisa slough down in her own chair,
her eyes still transfixed directly at me. Suddenly, the pleasant sensation between my legs.....spiked. One
minute, there was the pressure, the next, a very intense feeling of pleasure as she thrust the balls of her foot
into my crotch, then the pressure again. I suddenly felt very strange, best described as a very pleasant
version of an urgent need to urinate. As Lisa adjusted herself in her chair, her thrusts became more urgent.
Slower at first, then with increasing intensity, she continued her masturbation, each thrust sending waves
of increasingly intense sexual pleasure throughout my body.
Will that be all for you? queried a distant voice. Through an oblivious haze, I looked up into the face
of the waiter, who had check in hand. Uh, Yes I responded in a quivering voice. No dessert? No more
sodas? By now, I was fighting for control. No way I could climax and still maintain my composure. This
knucklehead had to leave, and now. Nope I mustered, I think were fine. With what seemed to be
infinite slowness, the waiter placed the bill in front of us. Without warning, Lisa began suddenly to jiggle
her foot very rapidly; the spikes of sensation now came quickly and urgently. I felt this odd sort of
prickle in my scalp that seemed to occur in tandem with Lisas thrusts. You can pay at the front the
waiter finished, motioning towards the register. Yall have a nice day. As he turned to leave, I shifted
my gaze back to Lisa. Her mouth was slightly open in a sultry type of half-smile, with her tongue sexily
caressing one corner of her mouth, looking straight at me. In spite of myself, I begun to stare at this
female who had me in the palm of her hand (or at least at the sole of her foot), quite unsure of what else to
do. I began to slouch down against her foot, and found glorious resistance there; as if to accommodate, the
jiggling became even more urgent, more intense. Lisa began to lick her lips ever so slowly, grinning sexily
all the while. Suddenly, an odd sort of itching sensation appeared in my crotch, and I felt pleasantly bizarre.
It happened just as one of Lisas foot-thrusts found its mark. With a force I didnt expect my loins to
be capable of, I shot off my first spurt. Every fiber of my existence seemed to participate in this initial
launch: it would not surprise me to know that I shot my entire load on that first spurt. Fighting to maintain
some semblance of composture, I could do nothing but look at the faces Lisa was making at me as torrents
of orgasm raged through my body, my spurts occurring (as if on cue) whenever her thrust landed.
After the sixth spurt I was utterly spent; I could feel my bodily plumbing continuing to pump, but
nothing was coming out. Lisa slowly stopped her rubbing action and began to crush my crotch with
directed pressure. She then curled her toes and attempted to drag my still-hard-but-softening penis down as
far as it would go as if to try and squeeze the last drops of sperm out of it. MMMMMmmmmmm Lisa
grinned, looking straight at me. You all right? You look a little pale... I looked at the now motionless
foot squarely placed on my crotch. Ugh I choked, meaning to say Im fine. She giggled at my failed
attempt at speech, throwing her head back. I caught you looking at my feet several times while we were
in the library. Jenny did, too. I thought you might enjoy something like this.. I looked at Jenny, who had
remained silent throughout all this. I cant deny it, of course. One day, for example, while we were in the
library, we had just taken our seats and began to work, when I noticed Lisa squirming in her chair. As I
looked questioningly at her, she grimaced Im looking for something. It dawned on me that the reason
she was squirming was because she was shifting her feet/legs around under the table. Immediately, an odd
(but pleasant) sensation began to well up in my crotch area, and I half-braced myself expecting a delicate
press on my crotch. But, alas, it was not to be. She suddenly stopped her motion, and announced There.
Found it. My disappointment must have almost been audible. She had been looking for the supporting
bar under the table. Lisa at first looked askance at me, then smiled. I suppose thats when she made the
connection....
As I let waves of relief course through my body, we prepared to go; Lisa seemed several feet taller
as she got up from the table, but Im sure that was just an illusion. Puns like that are protected by my First
Amendment rights under the constitution. In Singapore, however, it would have garnered me an additional
6 lashes from the cane, the prior 6 for writing this tome in the first place... As we headed out the door, I
indicated that they could drop me off at the library, as I still had a paper to write. uh-uh Lisa replied.
Im not through with you yet... Despite the sexual encounter of previous, I felt my cock hardening up
once more; my mouth was as dry as ever. Hope youve got some stamina...youre gonna need it.
Yeah. And sooner than I thought.
It didnt really even occur to me to ask where we were going. I found myself going through the motions
of opening the car door and taking a seat. It was Lisa that was driving, and Jenny took the back seat, with
me. The fact that the front passenger seat was empty escaped my attention.
And so we began to drive. Presently, Lisa started up a nondescript conversation with Jenny, something
about an upcoming audition. This went on for about ten minutes, when suddenly, Lisa started talking to
me. So, Kyle...did you enjoy that little squeeze I gave you, hmmmm? Little Squeeze indeed. Yeah I
mustered, still somewhat winded, And at the rate Im going, Ill never recover from it, either. Lisa
smiled and adjusted the rear-view mirror a little, I noticed that she was now able to see more of the back
seat area. You know what I like, Kyle? she continued, slightly biting her lower lip. I couldnt really tell
if she really wanted a response to that, so I answered quickly, least I give birth to the dreaded Pregnant
Pause. No, what? I like to watch guys being made to cum reeeaaally haaaarrd she responded,
putting a sexy emphasis on the last two words. What do you think about that, Kyle? Her words only
slowly sunk in. Think? Me? Under these conditions? Never! Im only human....
By now, Jenny had scooted in a little closer to where I was sitting, and was looking me right at me.
Would you like her to kiss you, Kyle? Lisa said from behind the rear-view mirror. Uh.... was all I
could muster. Then again, I didnt really NEED to respond: Jenny responded enough for the both of us.
Without further prompting, she stretched herself out into my arms. I could feel her breasts gently pressing
against my chest as I fell over from my upright seated position. Open your mouth, Kyle, she breathed
with a sultry smile, her face suddenly inches from mine. I could feel her hands in my hair; I do believe she
was gently massaging my scalp and even pulling my hair a little. Her breath was warm and minty, and I
had the urge to partake of it deeply. Not quite sure of what to expect, I cautiously opened my mouth. With
the same sultry smile on her face, she began to move her head down towards my lips. As her head got
closer, I could feel my own breath becoming more and more shallow... This is NOT a pun spun off from
my personality. Im not a shallow person. Am not! Notnotnotnotnotnotnotnotnotnot!
I should point out that, prior to this day, Id never been kissed. You can therefore imagine my reaction
when our lips first touched. I had never before felt so invited, tasted something so succulent, as Jennys
lips did on that kiss. Half instinctively, half out of sheer bliss, I closed my eyes as the kiss progressed. I
suddenly felt her tongue probing the interior of my mouth, searching out my tongue to intertwine with. Her
sweet saliva mingled with mine (was that a Tic-Tac, perchance?) as she found her intended target. Still
quite unsure of myself, I did nothing as she stretched her tongue deep into my mouth, then ran the tip of it
over the top of my tongue. Her lips were firmly locked over mine, forming a tight seal between our two
mouths. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, probing and caressing even the most distant spots in my
mouth. Mustering up courage from some deep unknown reserve, I moved my tongue to intercept hers; it
didnt have to go far. She responded instantly, wrapping her own tongue lovingly around mine.
Eventually, these oral gymnastics stopped; we separated with what I would swear was an audible
pop, she now in a full straddle on top of me. I could feel my hard-on straining against her butt; it was
not at all unpleasant. Jenny looked down at me. Do you like my tits? she asked in a ditzy sort of voice.
Would you like to touch them? Without waiting for a response, she took my right hand into hers and
moved it up to one of her ample breasts. Ya like that? she asked with a big smile on her face. I began to
move my hand around on her breasts, more instinctively than intentional. I noticed my breathing becoming
even more shallow; I began to stare at her supple breasts in spite of myself. Even more overwhelming was
the fact that she had begun a slow sort of belly-dance on me, which in effect massaged my loins and crotch
as she gently went to and fro.
Presently, she began to moan. Thats it she cooed. Tickle my nipple. She thrust her chests out
even further. As I began to roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, Jenny began to wiggle her
chest. Ooooooooo! she cooed, her tits bouncing to and fro. That tickles!....MMmmmmm! Without
warning, she suddenly took my free hand and stuck the forefinger into her mouth and began to suck on it
as if it were a pacifier. I could only watch in amazement as the finger went in, out, in , out of her mouth; I
could feel her tongue caressing the finger each time. Hard yet? she queried mischievously in the middle
of a suck. Perhaps if Id been more experienced in these matters, I would have responded with a
well-why-dont-you-just-find-out snappy one liner. Instead, I grunted an uh-huh between breaths. I
must remember to thank the inventor of the uh-huh, I owe him/her sooooo much..... Smiling, she
grabbed me by my shirt and sat me up. Can you slouch a little for me, Kyle? she asked as she propped
herself up on her knees beside me. Me? The Master of Slouch? No prooooooooblem. Slouching down, I
now formed a sideways L with my neck and the small part of my back against the back seat (quite
comfortable, actually). I want you to come really haaaaard for me, ok Kyle? All I could do was gaze
into her face and swallow hard, something that seemed to amuse her to no end.
It began when she mounted me, facing away. I had a perfect view of her backside (and, of course, the
soles of her shoes), but could see not much else. Ready, Kyle? queried a discombobulated voice. Uh,
s-sure I stammered. You sure? she squeaked in a sexy voice. I felt as if my cock was going to leap out
of my pants and stab someone to death. Before I really had a change to reply, I suddenly felt light pressure
on my crotch. Spread your legs a little more said Jennys voice. Little more....little more....ah, thats
good. I felt the pressure on my crotch intensify, until suddenly I could feel my zipper being unzipped,
something akin to a tickle. As I squirmed ever so slightly, Jenny giggled but continued unzipping.
Eventually, it was fully unzipped, and the tickling sensation stopped. I could feel a cool breeze permeate
my loins, when suddenly I felt an intense tickle right on the tip of my cock. Ewwwwwwwwww said a
voice in mock disgust. He REALLY must like your feet. Another giggle. The tickling intensified. And
intensified. I found myself now squirming in ecstasy against Jennys constraining weight, which
somehow seemed to heighten my experience. I could feel the tickling sensation suddenly become most
pronounced just under the head of my penis, at the top of the shaft. The tickling sensation then began to
creep towards the very tip of my penis, the tickling becoming much more intense as it moved upward.
Closer and closer it inched, with me steeling myself (without much success) against the sexual intensity of
her manipulations.
When Jenny finally reached the top of my cock, I had to cry out it felt so good. Jenny giggled at that but
mercilessly continued what she was doing. Suddenly, I heard Lisas voice: Do it faster. Almost
instantly, the tickling became more intense and pointed. Harder... I could feel myself leaking profusely
now. Harder... I started to squirm, completely overcome by Jennys expert manipulation. Thats
it...make him cum! I involuntarily arched my back, partially lifting Jenny off the seat. The resistance her
weight offered seemed to heighten the experience even more; already, an irresistibly warm, fuzzy feeling
was building in my balls that I somehow knew would spell the end of this little encounter. Faster... A
voice breathed. Cmon Kyle...come for me....yes......yes! Ohhhhh YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!
As I cried out in unison with her prompting, I could feel my reproductive machinery swing into action.
Unlike before, where I could feel each spurt as it came out, this experience had one long, continuous
cumming sensation that ran along my entire cock. I could feel the tubing behind my balls shudder with
strain as Jenny continued to ravage my spurting organ. As I happened to look in the direction of Jennys
right shoulder in an orgasmic haze, I saw something white go flying off into the distance. Both Lisa and
Jenny were now egging me on, shouting at me to come harder, come harder! Alas, I was in no condition to
comply. I felt my bodily plumbing furiously pump the last remnants into a void of sensation, then I
collapsed into an exhausted heap.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Jenny moaned, still squarely straddling me. A very intense
tickling sensation (almost to the point of being unpleasant) now began to occur. Hes dry I heard Jenny
remark. The tickling stopped, and she dismounted. I could see that both of her hands were absolutely
covered with my sperm. Did you like that,Kyle? she asked in that ditzy voice. I could only exhale
heavily in response. You really nailed that light, she continued, motioning with a smile towards the
dome light in the car. I followed her finger to the light. Indeed, a quite respectable spatter pattern of sperm
was there, and I also suddenly noticed that the dome light had no cover. As I absentmindedly stared at the
light, I also began to notice that the bulb was missing. My afterglow-possessed mind ever so slowly lurched
into gear. I know that it was working before: It was the first thing I noticed when I got into the car; it was
burning brightly then. Now.....hmmmmm. Lisa looked at the light. You broke my bulb! she suddenly
exclaimed with a comical look of amazement on her face. Jenny leaned forward to inspect the light, and
suddenly burst out laughing. Stunned, (on top of weary) I leaned back in the seat. I couldnt have broken
that bulb that way, could I? Oh well, no matter. At least it didnt go through the roof.... ;)
The remainder of the trip was comparatively uneventful; anything short of a nuclear detonation would
have fallen into that category, excluded only if it goes off right next to my ear. A technique the fucking
Romans have perfected, Grrrr! Jenny would look over often at me and smile; I weakly would return the
smile and continue to concentrate on a recovery. I noticed Lisa looking often into the rear-view mirror at
me; when she noticed me looking at her I could see her eyes squint as she broke into a smile. God I
thought to myself, what a day this has been. It was by no means over.
Eventually, we came to a gate guarding an apartment complex. Lisa opened it using a passcard, and we
went inside. We pulled in to a spotless carport and disembarked. Lisa suddenly motioned with her
forefinger: "C'mere, you". I walked over to where she was standing. Without warning, she took my head
into her hands and planted soft, delectable lips over mine. I could feel her tongue pressing and wrapping
itself around mine, just like Jenny had done. As I basked in the warm, cuddly sensation that was
permeating the very essence of my being, I noticed that Lisa's hand had fallen wayside, and was now
rubbing against my crotch. Incredibly enough, I could not muster a hard-on. "Looks like you're gonna need
some time to re-charge" she breathed, looking me straight in the eye. Grabbing my hand, she lead me along
a small sidewalk until we got to a door stenciled "324". Key in hand, Lisa opened the door, and pulled me
inside.
I immediately found myself in what appeared to be a living room. There was a couch, TV, VCR, a filled
video tape rack, coffee table, and various miscellaneous items. As I more fully stepped into the room, I
noticed a dining room table off to my right; the kitchen was accessible through a doorway just in front of
the table. Immediately beyond the living room was a narrow corridor; I assumed the bedroom and
bathroom lied somewhere beyond. "Make yourself at home, Kyle" Lisa offered. "I'll be right back." As
Lisa disappeared into a room somewhere in the corridor, Jenny plopped down on the couch and propped
her feet up on the coffee table. "This is REALLY nice." I said, gazing around the room. "Do you two share
this apartment?" Jenny looked up from the TV guide she had picked up. "Nope. I still live with my parents.
Besides, I couldn't afford the rent on this place. I wasn't the one who won the lottery." She went on to tell
me about how Lisa had won almost $30,000 playing the state lottery a couple of years ago. "I have never
won dime one in the lottery." I noted. "I'm lucky to have two or three hits out of all the numbers I play."
"Yeah" Jenny lamented, "I'm kinda the same way." Just then, Lisa walked back into the room. She
suddenly seemed even sexier than before, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I know that it was more
than the mere fact that she had shed her shoes and was now down to the same white, fuzzy, thick-looking
socks that she had used on me back at the restaurant. Or the fact that her lipstick was now an extra shade of
dark red. Perhaps it was her sweater, which hung loosely over her breasts. Perhaps it was.... "See anything
you like?" Apparently, I had been staring. Embarrassed, I turned away. "Sorry". She just smiled.
Lisa's videotape collection turned out to be quite extensive. Motioning me to select a video, I selected
"Return of the Jedi", a movie that I hadn't seen in quite some time. As I put the tape into the machine, Lisa
disappeared into the kitchen and, before long a buttery aroma of popcorn began to fill the air.
Eventually, we got through "Return", and then watched the "Ah-nuhld" muscle his way through "Conan
the Barbarian". It was nice to see these two movies again, and we were all in good spirits when they were
over. As the VCR clicked into auto-rewind, Lisa suddenly leaned over to me. "Well, how do ya feel now?"
she asked, her lips curled up into a sexy sort of a sneer. "Eh?" The question had sort of taken me off guard,
I was still throwing candles into the well with Arnie in the closing scenes of "Conan". Grabbing me by the
shoulders, she bowled me over and landed on top of me. "I said", her face inches from mine, "how do you
feel?" Her seductive, low voice seemed to wrap itself around my ears. I suddenly felt a presence between
my legs. As Lisa smiled seductively, I began to feel a slight pressure at just the right spot. My cock
immediately sprang to life. Lisa's tongue began to caress the corner of her mouth. With a sexy sort of
half-smile, her lips inched closer to mine. As I attempted to shift slightly, I noticed that she had me
completely pinned, her hands firmly grasping my wrists and holding me down.
As her lips moved closer to mine, I closed my eyes and waited for that warm, soft, moist sensation that
was a kiss. Instead of my mouth, however, I suddenly felt my lower lip disappear into Lisas mouth. I
flinched instinctively. "Hold still" Lisa commanded. I could feel the vibration of her voice in my lower lip.
As my breath became more and more shallow, her tongue began to explore the entirety of my lower lip.
She began to suck on it, and it tickled in an odd, slippery sort of way. She took my lower lip between her
teeth, and tugged a little. I moaned. "Open your eyes, Kyle" she commanded. I did. I discovered she was
looking right at me, her eyes squinting slightly as she broke into a smile. I could feel the breath from her
nose; it was warm and pleasant. Still keeping me pinned, she placed her lips over mine, as if to give me
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I could feel her tongue probe deeply the interior of my mouth. As she
stopped kissing me, she broke into a sexy smile. Grabbing me by the front of my shirt, she pulled me
upright, still straddling my lap. As she put her arms around me, her head moved to one side. I suddenly felt
a warm breeze on the nape of my neck. Then... something warm and moist suddenly tugged at my earlobe.
I moaned in spite of myself. Feel good? Lisa whispered into my ear. More sucking on the earlobe. "I
don't think I made you cum hard enough last time" she breathed. Yeah right. If I'd cum any harder, Id be
in the hospital making medical history as the worlds first example of a distended vas deferens. "Would
you like me to make you cum really, really hard, huh, Kyle?" She had finished with my ear, and was now
working on my neck and throat, kissing and running her tongue along them. Suddenly, she got up. "Dont
run off now, Kyle. she said with a twinkle in her eye. With Jenny looking on, Lisa walked to the dining
room table and grabbed a chair. I watched with keen interest as she brought it back with her, unsure of
what to expect.
As she approached the front of the couch, she placed the chair some distance in front of me, sat down in
it, and placed a delectably-socked foot onto my crotch. As if on cue, I felt my cock harden against the
bottom of her foot; I could feel her respond with equal pressure back. Out of the corner of my eye, I
observed Jenny walk behind the couch. I suddenly felt hands on my shoulder. Jenny's face suddenly
appeared next to mine, a big smile transfixed on it. "Spread your legs some" Lisa commanded. I propped
my feet up on the coffee table just behind her, one foot to either side of her. She began to rub, her leg
muscles rippling in tandem with her movements. As she did so, Jenny began to rub my chest from behind;
I could feel her tits on the top of my head as she massaged my chest. Already, I could feel a pleasant
itching sensation starting in my cock; my breath came in shallow, rapid increments as the masturbation
progressed. As I watched, I noticed that Lisa seems to arch her foot some. As she did so, I could feel a hint
of the same spike of sensation that had occurred in the restaurant. This time, however, it seemed to occur
in conjunction with her rubbing action, and it felt unbelievably good. As she began to jiggle her foot faster
and faster, the sensations became more and more urgent; I could feel myself leaking in spite of myself.
Jenny's hands on my chest had an electric feel to them; Lisa had started to grunt each time her foot
"landed" on my crotch, and each one landed with just a little bit more force than the one before it. "C'mon,
Kyle, tilt your head back a little" Jenny whispered into my ear, gently pulling my chin backwards. I offered
no resistance. As Lisa continued with her masturbation, Jenny draped her tits over my face and hugged
them together, thereby embedding my face between them. I could smell her sweet perfume very strongly
now; perhaps she had splashed some directly on them.
It didn't take long at all before that odd kind of tickling sensation began in my loins which told me I'd be
checking out pretty damn soon. Just as it began, Lisa suddenly stopped. "Let's try it this way, shall we?"
As Jenny lifted herself off of my face, I could see Lisa fumbling with her socks. First the left, then the
right one came off, revealing a perfectly shaped, tan foot each time (she didnt wear any nailpolish). As
she cupped her toes as if wrapping them about an imaginary pole, I could only look as her right foot
inched slowly towards my crotch. Then, with what seemed to be infinite gentleness, she began to rub my
crotch again. Slowly at first, then faster. And harder. Jenny suddenly beamed herself up and over me; her
face was now hanging upside down about 5 inches in front of me. She smiled. "Does it feel good when she
does that?" she asked. "Uhuh" I responded, trying not to look at the sexy face she was making. "Yeah?"
she breathed. I exhaled in the way of a response. A giggle. Then, that tickly kind of feeling starting again.
As if she could sense my impending launch, Lisa stopped again. As Jenny moved back, I could see (and
feel) Lisa picking with her toes at my crotch. Holding the fold of my fly back with one foot, she was using
the other to try to get a hold of the zipper itself. "Now, if can just get...there it goes" Lisa cooed. Grabbing
my zipper between her toes, she slowly began to unzip my zipper, looking at me with a sexy sort of face
all the while. I could feel slight tickling sensations as the zipper traveled down.
Eventually, she reached the bottom of the zipper. Slowly, she eased her foot into my pants; I watched in
amazement as all of her foot seemed to disappear. "Ahhhhhhhhhh....." she breathed. "Isn't that better?" I
was too emotionally ravaged to respond intelligibly, but I didn't really seem to need to. I could feel her
foot inside probing, pushing, searching for something, her motions producing large ripples in my pants. "I
know it's here somewhere...." she scowled in a sexy way. Suddenly, I felt flesh on flesh contact. "Ah, there
it is". I could feel more flesh contact as she slid her foot deep into the fly of my underwear.
"Mmmmmmmm" she moaned as she licked her lips in a sexy way. I could feel myself leaking
substantially now, directly onto her foot. As Lisa started rubbing...no, massaging my cock, Jenny leaned
over and buried my face with her tits again. "Ewwww! I can feel it" Lisa exhalted through a giggle. As she
began to rub harder and faster, I could feel more and more fluid leak out. Sometimes her foot would drag
some of it away, and the tickling that produced heightened the already towering sensations that I was
experiencing. As that odd sort of tickle once again welled from deep within my loins, I began to squirm in
spite of myself. "Is that the sensitive part right there, Kyle, huh?" Lisa breathed, intensifying and
concentrating her rubbing motion. "Right there...right there....right...." I involuntarily began to moan
loudly through Jenny's breasts. She squeezed her breasts together, as if to stifle me. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Lisa
exclaimed in a low, intense (almost cruel) voice. "I wanna feel you cum!" By now, the intensity of her
actions was such that the entire lower half of my body was jiggling up and down in tandem with her
motions. As I inexorably approached what I knew was going to be one helluva climax, I found myself
squirming more and more. I could hear Jenny giggle as she attempted to restraint my ability to squirm.
"C'mon Kyle! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh YEEEEEEEEEES!" With a feeling that that I'm not sure I can
use words to describe, I climaxed. Lisa's goading had cut through the last vestiges of resistance that I was
able to muster.
The first shot came just as the balls of her feet thrust themselves deep into the head of my cock. I could
feel the load squirt between her toes; my entire underwear suddenly felt pleasantly warm and wet. I was
dimly aware of Lisa shouting at me to come harder; I myself was shouting in ecstasy almost in unison with
her. Pulses of orgasm washed over me in huge, all-devouring waves as Lisa rubbed, teased, and crushed
every last drop of cum out of my spurting cock.
I was still shouting in ecstasy long after it was all over; only slowly did I come down from the orgasmic
cloud that I was sailing through. I could feel my body cooling down and my breathing became more
regular. I could still feel Lisa's delectable foot pressing against my cock, but it was now more of a gentle
squeeze now. "My God!" Lisa exclaimed with mock concern on her face. "I think kylie kylie came all over
my footsy-wootsy. As Jenny lifted herself off of my face, I could feel Lisa's foot leaving my underwear.
As she pulled her foot out, I could see that it was covered with sperm, with tendrils of it clinging hungrily
to her foot. "Ewwwwwwwwwwww!" she moaned in mock disgust. Then she giggled. That looks like a
lot, huh?" I looked at her through overwhelmed, thankful eyes. "Oh geez" I gasped, still somewhat out of
breath. "Oh Geez!." I had still not fully recovered as Lisa got up and took the chair back to the kitchen.
Jenny meanwhile put her sweater back on and followed Lisa, who was headed for the bathroom. Alone in
my pool of emotion, I began to reflect on what had transpired, and how I felt about it. Never before had I
felt so relaxed, so peaceful, as I did at that moment.
Presently, Lisa and Jenny emerged from the bathroom. As Jenny and I made small talk on the couch
(Honest! We talked about the MHR class, no sex here. I would've been in no condition for that, anyway),
Lisa disappeared into the kitchen, and reemerged with a fresh batch of popcorn. "So....what are we going
to watch now?" she inquired. I cast my vote for Total Recall. I was overruled. We ended up watching
Close Encounters of the Third Kind instead; I was glad, as I had forgotten just how good that movie was.
We whiled away several hours this way; we watched the original Terminator ("I'll be baaaack.") and one
other movie of which I remember nothing (must've been "Ishtar"...). By time we finished, it was nearly
4am.
As the last movie began to rewind in the VCR, I tried to stand up and stretch. Big Mistake! It was as if
someone had kicked me with all their might right in the balls. I fell back into the couch. "OW! I dont
think this is going to work" I emphasized. "Little sore, are we? Wasnt anything I did, was it?" Lisa
giggled. "Sure there's nothing I could do to..." As Lisa slid closer to where I was sitting, grinning
seductively, I shrunk back. "Nonononono" I pleaded, flailing my arms. More sex was the last thing I
needed. "Awwwww, Kyle, honeeeeeyyyyy!" she cooed. Maneuvering through the screen of arms that I
was presenting, she thrust her face in front of me, and planted firm lips over mine. As her tongue probed
the inside of my mouth in delicious detail, I marveled at my body's inability to respond to that: It felt
incredibly sexy, but I was unable to muster an appropriate bodily response. Lisa must've sensed this,
because she didn't kiss for very long. Gazing into my eyes, she said "Poor baby. Now all you're loaded
with are blanks." I didn't immediately get the reference, but smiled anyway. "Oh well" she dejected with
mock disappointment. Perhaps Later. A pause. So what do you want to do, then? In my present
condition, do was a verb to be avoided. The sex had also taken a huge toll on my stay-awake ability,
and I found myself yawning. Perhaps Id better go... Awwwww, Kyle Jenny piped up with mock
concern. Did we wear you out?. I smiled. Ill say. Lisa suddenly looked at her watch. Oh SHIT!
she exclaimed. Its four oclock! Ive got a project due this afternoon. I hadnt intended... Suddenly,
Lisa swung into action. I could see her leg muscles flex as she vaulted over the edge of the couch and
disappeared into the corridor. Project? I inquired. Yeah. Jenny responded. In English, of all things.
Dont know exactly what it is. She had intended to finish it up this evening, but... she trailed off,
grinning at me. Before I could respond, Lisa zoomed back into the room. Ive got to go to Kinkos. I
can drop you off on the way, Kyle. Sounds good. I nodded. I turned to Jenny. Well I began, unsure
of what I wanted to say, this looks to be it, I guess. Jenny opened her arms, and I stepped into her hug.
Her breasts pressed lightly against my chest as she bade me farewell. Take care of yourself. As I turned
to follow Lisa out the door, Jenny turned and headed into the corridor. The sad sound I heard coming from
there was no doubt just a bad hinge...
Somehow, I made it back to campus in one piece. At the rate of speed Lisa was going, I feared we
would either start time traveling or receive the worlds juiciest speeding ticket. Fortunately, she began to
slow down as we actually got to campus, and we were doing a quite reasonable 60mph by the time we
actually got to the library. Did I mention that the library is accessed exclusively via narrow, winding
campus streets crawling with police looking to enforce a 30MPH limit? SHE COULDVE KILLED
ME!!!!!! ;) As we screeched up to the front door , Lisa seemed to relax some. Well, Kyle. This is it. I
didnt want to leave. Lisa, I... Shhhh! she cut me off. Im not one for long good-byes. Lets just
break cleanly. I nodded in a fatalistic sort of way. Will I ever see either of you again? Maybe. Lisa
said with a wry smile. Me and Jenny are transferring to another college next quarter. If were in the
neighborhood, perhaps well look you up. Jenny really likes you, and I do too, for that matter. Youre the
first guy in a long time that didnt spend the entire quarter hitting on us, and you did us a big favor with
that report. Lisas words washed over me like warm oil; now I really didnt want to leave. Suddenly,
Lisa leaned over and hugged me tightly. (God did that feel good). Now get out of here before I cry. As I
stepped into the cool, crisp morning air, I heard a voice telling me to take care. I waved good-bye as she
pulled away from the curb. Waaaahhhhhhhh.
EPILOGUE: I never did see either one of those two again. Neither Lisa nor Jenny showed up for the
MHR final exam (MHR was the only class we had in common); I found out from the instructor that they
had taken it early. As a whole, my finals went quite well, even though I found myself continually
distracted by thoughts of Lisa and Jenny and "that night". At the beginning of the quarter, I was just
another chemistry major pencil neck struggling through the curriculum, unsure of my role in the social
scheme of things. I would have given my right arm for the privilege of dating any of the girls in MHR 318,
let alone something more elaborate. But, I felt as if I didnt really rate that type of privilege. In one night,
two girls showed me that perhaps I do rate, that perhaps looks arent the only yardstick by which a person
is measured. So maybe theres hope for me yet. And, as the following quarter demonstrated, perhaps these
opportunities exist more frequently than I would have believed. But that, dear reader, is another story.
END
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