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Archive name: erins.txt (Mf, reluc, ped, foot-fetish)
Authors name: Guschutzalot (guschu8tzalot@aol.com)
Story title : Erin's Reward

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Erin's Reward (Mf, reluc, ped, foot-fetish)
by Guschutzalot (guschu8tzalot@aol.com)

***

A young girl gets a very special reward from her Dad 
after winning in the school gymnastics competition.

***

[The sort of father-daughter love described herein, 
while genuinely felt by both, is nevertheless not 
necessarily endorsed by the author. Of course, your 
comments are welcome.]
 
ERIN'S REWARD
 
Fourteen-year-old Erin Andrews had always been her 
parent's favorite among her siblings (an older sister 
and brother), perhaps because she was the youngest of 
them. She was a pretty girl with light brown hair; a 
slightly reddish tinge to it set the appealingly 
regular features of her face. A pair of grey-green 
eyes surrounded her cute little nose, which had a 
light spray of freckles across it. Her supple body, 
just recently become lush with womanly lines, was 
perfectly suited to the performance of her favorite 
sport, gymnastics. 

She had been competing in various age groups in 
gymnastics since she was eight, and now she was in 
her third meet in her freshman year in high school. 
Her specialty was the balance beam, the most 
difficult apparatus in the sport, even for Olympic-
class athletes, let alone freshmen high school girls. 
She hadn't done too well in her first two meets, so 
she was hoping for better in this one, especially 
since her father was watching.
 
Mr. Andrews was at the meet without his wife, who had 
been called away on an urgent business engagement. He 
cheered on his daughter whenever he could get to her 
meets and practices, and gave her every 
encouragement. He loved his daughter so much that he 
would support her all the way to the nationals and 
even the Olympics, should she get that far (though 
both realized this was only a very remote 
possibility). 

Lately though, his love had taken an interesting turn 
in the direction of the physical. He had begun to 
want Erin's young body, and found himself getting 
erect when he imagined her nude, in the shower, or 
getting dressed or undressed. One time his wife had 
almost seen the tent in his pants as he looked at his 
daughter sunbathing in their yard, the tanning oil 
glistening on her taught body. He was delighted by 
her tight ass and her smallish, grapefruit-sized 
breasts, but he was strangely drawn to her feet. They 
were very finely formed, with long toes that Erin 
frequently painted in bright colors; pink and orange 
seemed to be her favorites (Mr. Andrews had once 
expressed misgivings about a hot pink shade she had 
painted them when she arrived at the breakfast table. 

He was at the same time secretly in a fever of lust 
at the sight of them; he wanted to kiss them one-by-
one and lick the bottoms of her pretty toes, and only 
the presence of Mrs. Andrews kept him from getting 
down under the table and doing so right then and 
there.) Her arches were rather high, and accentuated 
the wrinkles on her soles when she stretched her feet 
in doing her gymnastic moves.
 
Erin was doing her best on the beam, but this time it 
was more than her best, it was enough to win that 
portion of the competition for her. Her father was 
watching every move she made, but he was again 
enthralled by the sight of her feet clasping the 
beam. "What energy and suppleness!" he thought. "Look 
how tight her toes are, curling around that wooden 
beam!" -and with that thought, a torrent of lust 
washed over him: could Erin's firm-yet-soft toes 
grasp his cock that tightly? He quickly tried to 
banish the idea, but it insistently took over his 
whole consciousness, such that he had to exercise 
great self-control to keep from reaching into his lap 
and stroking his stiffening penis. He watched his 
daughter finish her routine, but the rest of the meet 
was a blur in his mind; he could think of nothing 
else but enjoying her little feet (size sixes, if he 
guessed correctly).

But how was he to get to her right away, before she 
hit the showers? He wanted to smell the pungent aroma 
of sweat on her feet before she could wash them off; 
he wanted to taste the sweet funk between her 
fourteen-year-old toes and tongue-bathe her smelly 
soles, so recently in contact with the beam and floor 
mats. But most of all he wanted to - no, he 
absolutely MUST feel those tender peds wrapped around 
his cock!
 
He resolved to find her in the locker room. She 
wasn't entered in the floor exercise, the last event, 
so she had left for the showers right after finishing 
on the beam. Her father had left then too. All he had 
to do was catch her before she undressed for her 
shower, and wait for the right moment. Mrs. Andrews 
wasn't there, so he could do as he pleased!
 
When he found the doors unlocked he went right in, 
and his lust found new encouragement when he found 
his daughter alone next to her locker. She looked 
particularly beautiful. Her finely built body was 
still heaving and sweaty from her exertions; spots of 
sweat stained her armpits and under her breast, where 
her ribs stood out from her leotard. Mr. Andrews 
glanced at her feet, they were covered with a sheen 
of sweat, and he thought he could smell their heady 
girl-stench! He advanced and got her attention.
 
"Oh honey! That was the best you've done so far! I'm 
VERY proud of you!"

Erin turned quickly and seemed to give a little 
start. "Dad! How did you get in here?"

"The door was unlocked, sweetie - I just had to come 
in, I couldn't wait to congratulate you!"

"But you didn't see us finish the meet."

"I don't care about that, you're all I care about, 
darling."

"Thanks dad! Now I have to get a shower and I'll meet 
you at the car in, like, twenty minutes?"

Mr. Andrews hesitated. "Well, honey, I guess--"

"What, dad? I have to get undressed, I'll see you in 
a bit, O.K.?"

"Um, sweetie, you know how much I love you?"

Erin looked at her father sideways; she sensed he was 
distracted by something. "Yeah, I know, dad. What's 
up?"

"Well, you don't have to be embarrassed by undressing 
in front of me, that's all. I saw you without clothes 
sometimes, when you were little."

She looked surprised and not a little confused. "But 
I'm practically a woman now, dad! What are you 
talking about?!"

"I'm just saying you don't have to be ashamed, that's 
all! -But please, get your things off quickly, before 
the other girls come in!" He was fearful that time 
was running short. "I'll just wait here."

Erin sensed that there was no defying her father's 
wishes at that point. Slowly she began peeling off 
her sweat-soaked leotard, until she stood naked 
before her father. An uneasy feeling invaded her 
mind, as if she was compelled to obey him. But he WAS 
her father, after all, and she loved him too much to 
go against him.
 
She took up a towel and began to go toward the shower 
stalls. Mr. Andrews blocked her way. 

"Dad, I have to take a shower! Please let me by!"

"No, I can't, honey. I have to--I have to have your 
feet! There, I've said it! I want your feet! I want 
to make love to your feet!"
 
Erin wrinkled her nose in disgust. She liked her feet 
and took pride in keeping them pretty and well cared 
for. She even suspected her father's liking for them, 
for she had noticed him looking at them a little too 
closely a few times. But this was just too weird!

"Um, dad, no - you're kidding, right? That's pretty 
sick, I'm your daughter!"

Mr. Andrews's only answer was to unzip his fly. His 
red, swollen pecker popped out and stood up before 
his daughter, who looked both horrified and amazed at 
the same time.

"Now, be a good girl and lie down on the bench. Put 
your sweet little feet up. Do as I say, dear. I love 
you, so you don't want me to get angry and stop you 
from ever doing gymnastics again, do you?"

Erin thought about it - gymnastics was her favorite 
activity in the whole of her young life. She loved it 
more than anything, and even though she was an 
excellent student, she would gladly have given up 
everything else for a chance to make the national 
team someday. Could doing what he asked be that bad, 
if it meant keeping her career on track? After all, 
it wasn't as if her father was asking to FUCK her! -
She'd heard of fathers that did that to their 
daughters; Mr. Andrews had only asked for her feet. 
She lay down on the cool wooden bench; it felt good 
under her hot, sweaty muscles. She was silent for a 
time, then she spoke: "Well, O.K., dad. But please 
promise me something?"

"Anything, sweetie, you know I'm good for it!"

"Please -- just do my feet, don't put it inside me!"

"Baby, I promise! You know I'll protect you, I love 
you so much, I'd never hurt you that way!" He leaned 
over and kissed his daughter tenderly on the 
forehead, then on the instep of her foot, still shiny 
with her sweat. This caused him to stand up and a 
determined, strange look passed over his face.

"God, Erin, you smell! I mean, your feet are so 
stinky!"

"What?"

"Oh, Jesus! I'm sorry, I mean, they stink in a good 
way, they smell so incredibly sexy, I guess because 
of the sweat and all!"

Erin looked at him. Maybe this was going someplace 
she didn't want to go, after all!

"Dad, just tell me what to do! Hurry and whatever you 
want to do, get it over with, they'll be in here any 
minute!"

"Just relax, put your soles around my cock...that's 
good! Now stroke up-and-down, baby..."

The anxious fourteen-year-old did as told; her well-
formed feet rubbed her father's rapidly growing dick, 
until a tiny flood of pre-cum oozed out of the head 
and covered it. She withdrew her pretty toes at the 
sight of this.

"No, sweetie! I want you to feel the moisture on your 
toes! Take your big toes and rub them on the shaft, 
cover my big, nasty flesh with your soft little 
toes!"

She arched her back and complied. She was sweating 
again, and could feel her feet start to get moist 
from the exertion.

"Fuck, Erin honey! That feels so fucking good! You 
know, if that balance beam were human, the way you 
clutch it with your sweet toes, I think--!"

"Wh- what, dad?"

"Ahhh, I think it would COME! It would shoot sweet 
cream all over the place!"

"Oh God, daddy! What are we doing?!"

He stopped the motion of her peds on his cock, and 
with a supreme effort, mastered himself: "We're just 
expressing our love for each other, darling, that's 
all! -Now, I want you to hold your feet perfectly 
still, as motionless as you can, while I fuck your 
arches! Oh, Erin, I want to fuck your smelly arches 
so bad! They're perfect! Your mother's aren't as nice 
as yours!" 

"Uh, alright dad...but I think I'd better get 
something that will help." And she went to her locker 
and got a tube of ointment, which she kept to use on 
her joints when they ached after a hard workout - but 
this time it would serve a far different purpose!
 
She rubbed the lotion on her feet, all over her 
pretty arches and toes, so that blended with her 
sweet footsweat; a musky odor permeated the room. She 
lay back down again and presented her wet teenies to 
her father's throbbing cock, which was now well-nigh 
ready to burst. He seized her ankles and started 
slowly pistoning her feet with his cock.

"Oh jeez! Oh sweetie, that feels sooooooo damn good, 
I want my baby girl's soles on my cock always!"

"Really, daddy?" Erin was beginning to get a very bad 
notion in her mind. Yes, this was it, she wanted to 
make her father come, she was sure of it!

"Yes, baby-sweet! I want to feel your sweet stinky 
flesh on my meat; I want it to feel every delicate 
bump and ridge of your hot little peds! -You'd do 
that for me, wouldn't you, honey, whenever daddy 
asked?"

"Yeah, dad - I would. Can you stop now, though?"

Mr. Andrews looked like he had been hit in the 
stomach with a medicine ball. "What?! -Sweetie, 
I'm...no, you CAN'T! I'm going to...to spurt any 
second! Don't do this to your dad! Don't make me have 
to use the toilet! I want to cream on your feet, 
please let me, baby! You did such a good job tonight, 
don't you want me to give you a nice, sweet, sticky 
treat?!"

Erin looked slyly at her dad. "Oh, I guess you can, 
silly! Here--" and she took his cockhead between her 
toes; while she smeared his abundantly leaking pre-
cum around his red mushroom-bulb she expertly rubbed 
the sole of one foot along his shaft, while she 
deftly prodded his hugely distended nutsack with her 
other set of toes, as gracefully but firmly as if she 
had been practicing this form of exquisite torture on 
countless boys her age. Mr. Andrews closed his eyes, 
then opened them wide and stared at his little 
daughter's ministrations. These were the sweetest, 
firmest, smelliest feet in the world! These feet had 
performed acrobatic miracles on the balance beam, now 
they were doing the same on his flesh-beam!

"Oh Christ! You little fucking stinker, rub it, 
that's it, stinkie! Rub my cock, push your toes 
harder! Harder! God, I love you so much! How can you 
be soooooo good?!"

Erin smiled up at her dad. She knew she loved him 
more now than ever, now that he was under the sheer 
erotic power of her feet. She didn't care if her 
teammates and her coach came in and found them, she 
didn't care about anything just then. Life was great!

"Oh, daddy! Spurt on them, please?" 

"Sweetie, oh yeah! Oh daddy's gonna come any second; 
baby, I can -- I can feel it coming up, I'm...I'm --" 
his face was suddenly distorted with an unspeakable 
pleasure--

"I'm CUMMMMMMMING! ungggggggggghhhhh!!! oh, sweet 
JEEEEEEEEEZUS!!!"

Thick blobs of viscous cum shot out of Mr. Andrews' 
cock, like water from a fire hydrant, and the white 
sticky cream hit Erin's feet and quickly covered her 
pretty arches, toes, heels and insteps until it 
dripped off her smellies. More nut-scum landed on her 
taught young belly and a little bit hit her on her 
sweet, innocent face, just on the bridge of her pert 
nose, covering her freckles, those cute freckles 
which her dad had so often planted good-night kisses 
on...
 
Mr. Andrews' cock seemed to keep erupting forever, 
but when it had finally discharged its last drops of 
DNA-riddled slime on his lovely daughter's silky-
smooth toes, they both collapsed on the bench. He was 
panting and his face was redder than she had ever 
seen it, even when he yelled at her to clean up her 
room, or threatened her with some dire disciplinary 
measure. But then again, she was a good girl, and 
rarely needed discipline, right? She thought that she 
had a right to her reward, then. She had performed 
beautifully, both in the gym and in the locker room, 
and she had a perfect right to ask anything of her 
loving father that she might...

"Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Could you do something for me?"

"Sure, hon - what'll it be?"

"LICK IT OFF!!!" Her tone was firm, it was clear she 
would brook no opposition.

Mr. Andrews, however, was more than happy to comply. 
He leaned over Erin's hot, naked young body, and 
licked every slippery drop of his love-juice off her 
feet, before proceeding to tongue-clean the rest of 
her. Then he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She 
twirled her own tongue around his, tasting the sour 
pungency of his semen.

They were lost in waves of man-and-girl love, such 
that neither heard the sounds of happy voices 
approaching in the hallway outside, Erin's teammates 
coming to congratulate her on helping them to 
victory...

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