The Horse Farm
      Submitted on 06/02/05


When I was 14, summer of 1974, I went to work at a horse farm as a farm 
hand.  I was one of three work hands.  We worked cleaning stalls, repairing 
fences, feeding horses, cutting grass, setting up jump competitions and 
other odd jobs.  The farm belonged to a rich guy always out on business. 
There were about 30 horses mainly boarded by parents of teen-aged girls. 
There were always girls about, and they were always infatuated with us guys 
and paying us lots of attention.


I have always tried to be discreet with my interest in feet but I guess I 
have never been all that successful.  The girls took particular interest in 
me because of my athletic build and my long hair.  I didn't know it but they 
noticed my fleeting glances at their sandaled feet-I never could help 
stealing glances.  In retrospect, I should have been tipped off when they 
all started wearing flip-flops and painting their toenails on a regular 
basis.


They would visit me while I was cleaning stalls.  I thought that they were 
just keeping me company but they were competing with each other, betting as 
to who would get to me first.  They would sit up on the tall stall walls 
where their dangling feet were about chest high to me and wiggle their toes. 
They never said anything to me about feet so I just never caught on.  I was 
just thankful for the view, thinking that they were playing with their 
flip-flops-and the aroma.  I was always walking around with a hard-on and 
thinking back, they knew that too.


One Saturday, the guys and I made plans to sleep over at the farm in an old 
fort that was hidden in the woods.  I would be made aware of the conspiracy 
against me.  About mid-day, the work was all done.  We got into our bathing 
suits and went swimming in the in-ground pool on the property.  I was amazed 
that a few minutes later, about a dozen of the girls had the same idea.  In 
fact, they were also going to sleep over but in the main house.  As I say, 
the signs were all there-I just didn't look for them.  Anyway, things got 
out of hand pretty quick.  The day before, the girls called a truce on the 
bet and decided that it would be a tie-I'll explain now.


There we were, all swimming at this pool.  There was a diving competition 
and I was proud of my technique.  I dove into the water.  When I came up, 
Josie, one of the girls who was in the water happened to be right next to 
me.  When I come up out of the water, I can't see until I wipe my eyes dry. 
She knew that and started wrestling with me in chest-high water.  I thought 
it was fun and indulged her.  She pushed me out into the deep water. 
Luckily, I had just gotten a full breath.  She pushed me down and stood on 
me with her feet on my shoulders.  I could hear her laughing above the 
water, saying "I've got him and I'm going to step on his face."  My heart 
immediately started hammering in my chest and I got a woody, as hard as a 
broom handle.  Sure enough, she lifted her body in the water and then lifted 
her feet off my shoulders to the sides of my face.  Since I was looking 
forward, she would have been stepping on the top of my head so instead, she 
turned the soles of her feet inward and clamped her feet to the sides of my 
head, curling her toes around to my nose and lips.  When I looked up, I 
briefly saw several standing bodies silhouetted against the sky, watching 
from poolside, just before she blocked my view by covering my face with her 
feet and clamping my jaws shut with her toes curled down over my chin.  I 
could faintly hear gales of laughter from everyone.  She had a tremendous 
grip on my face.  As turned on as I was, I was also mortified and frozen in 
place.  As I stood underwater processing all that was happening so quickly, 
time ticked by.  She pinched and held my nose between her toes while still 
gripping my face with her other foot.


Finally, I ran out of breath, thought to grab her ankles and throw her off 
while madly swimming upward for air.  When I got up to the surface near the 
edge of the pool, I was still at the deep end.  Poolside, still in the 
water, I leaned on my upper arms so that my hands were free to wipe my eyes 
dry so that I could see what was happening and catch my breath.  Just as my 
hands were leaving my eyes, Nancy, the largest of the girls aged 19, who was 
abnormally strong and possessed large feet, had seated herself directly in 
front of me and grabbed my wrists.  Wow, was she strong!  She pulled my 
wrists toward her, sat on my hands, leaned back on her hands and stretched 
her legs out, putting her feet on either side of my face, gripping my cheeks 
with her toes so that I couldn't move my head.  There was absolutely nothing 
that I could do as most of me was still dangling in the water at the deep 
end of the pool.  This was all very well orchestrated.  They had all talked 
and thought about this.


In the harsh midday sun and with a dozen girls and my two traitorous 
buddies, time appeared to stand still as she explained to me that they had 
all compared notes on my glances and tented pants for weeks.  She also 
explained that the girls had stayed over the night before in the main house 
and had kept their sneakers on, over their bare feet all night long.  She 
explained to me that they were going to take turns making me smell their 
feet, and then I was going to lick between and suck every toe.  She said 
that doing the math, that there were 140 toes to suck clean.  I looked away 
for a moment, figuring the math and she used that opportunity to cup my nose 
with her toes and push upward.  As my head rocked back, my mouth opened.  At 
that moment, she thrust both of her big toes into my mouth and gripped my 
cheeks, pulling apart so that when my teeth came together, I couldn't bite 
her.  With the exception of a few giggles, she was the only one talking. 
With my cheeks firmly in her toe-grasp, she went on to explain that 140 toes 
included my buddies.  Furthermore, they had a contest last night to 
determine which girl was the most dexterous with her feet and that the 
winner was going to jack me off to completion.  What I didn't see behind me 
was that Josie was swimming underwater behind me to drop my trunks before I 
could react-it worked.  I was naked under the water while she climbed out of 
the pool with my trunks.  She dropped my trunks next to Nancy.  While I was 
tongue-cleaning the girls' toes, I was to try to figure out who it was who 
had the most nimble toes.  If I resisted or didn't do a good enough job, we 
had the whole afternoon to get it right.  For the next half hour, sneakers 
were peeled off and splayed sweaty toes and feet were thrust at me.  There 
was lots of toe-jam and grit.  A rainbow of nail polish, long nails and 
bitten toenails.  A variety of pungent smells, some vinegary and some 
cheesy.  Early on, one of the girls thought that she would be polite and cup 
her toes over my nose, rocking my head back while the next girl would insert 
her foot.  At one point, they all stood over me, attempting to see just how 
many big toes they could fit into my mouth at once.  The number was eight. 
What a rush!  A crowd of girls were standing above me, wiggling their big 
toes in my mouth and the remainder of their toes, spread out all over my 
face.  Even my buddies were quick to join in.  As much as I hate to say it, 
I liked the taste of their feet too.  After ten minutes or so, I was done 
caring what they thought and resigned myself to making sure that 140 
toes,112 spaces between toes and the undersides of 28 sets of toes were 
sparkling clean.


Nancy sat in front of me the entire time, trapping my numb hands to the pool 
deck.  She saved herself for last.  With my nose clamped firmly between the 
toes of her right foot and her left foot jammed deep into my mouth, playing 
idly with my tongue, she threw her head back and proclaimed how great it 
felt and that the summer was young.  From now on, when any of the girls sat 
on the stall walls with sandals on, I was to remove the sandals and suck 
their toes clean.  Then she clamped my tongue between her toes, (my nose 
still grasped by her right foot) asked me if I had figured out who had won 
the dexterity contest.  I had forgotten!  With a firm grasp on a majority of 
my dry tongue, she pulled it out of my mouth and started pulling my head 
slowly from side to side with it like a leash.  She said, "I want an 
 answer!".  As intelligibly as possible, I said at that moment, I thought it 
was her.  She smiled and said, "Thank you but no".  She let go of my nose 
and rubbed my cheek with her toes in gratitude.  I said, "Jothie".  She let 
go of my tongue and said, "Josie?  Very good!  That's right.  Relax and 
enjoy it because there is nothing that you can do about it."


Josie got a crappy grin on her face and slowly walked toward me.  Several 
girls grabbed my hands out from under Nancy and hoisted me out of the water 
a few inches.  Josie sat down at the pool's edge, with her crotch directly 
in front of my face and her legs dangling in the water.  Then my arms were 
draped over her legs and my hands were then stood upon.  Next, Deedee sat to 
Josie's right and her sister Dodie sat to her left.  Each of them hooked 
their big toes into my mouth and gripped my cheeks while a third girl sat 
behind Josie and reached her leg around to cup her toes over my nose.  With 
the arrangement of girls in front of me, it looked like a Chinese circus. 
Firmly held in place, I felt Josie fish for me down below.  Grinning, her 
gaze never left my eyes and mine never left hers except for an occasional 
glance at the toes over my nose.  Based on the silver nail polish, I guessed 
that the toes over my nose belonged to Roxie.  Josie began by clamping me 
between all ten toes and with a lot of pressure, she moved up and down my 
shaft.  She was confident.  She asked the others how long it should take but 
never breaking eye contact with me.  I knew she was in control.  My head 
clamped in place by the feet of three girls was already more than I could 
take but every time I shuddered, Josie would clamp down on me, firmly 
aborting any attempt for me to finish before she was ready.  Though she 
never said a word, she just wagged her finger in front of me, silently 
gesturing to me that I would not come before she wanted me to.  After the 
wave subsided, she started firmly again.  The toes left my nose and plunged 
into my mouth.  With toes curled, she scratched at my tongue.  Then she 
forced her toes under my tongue and spreading her toes, she caught my tongue 
between her big toe and her incredibly long second toe.  She proceeded to 
jack off my tongue with her foot.  Josie watched this and caught my shaft 
between her toes on both feet in the same manner.  Josie then synchronized 
her strokes to the same cadence as the toes in my mouth. 
It.was.more.than.I.could.stand.  Josie thwarted another attempt of mine to 
complete by grasping the end of my dick in the toes of one foot and 
squeezing.  Again the wave passed.  I was overcome in emotion and a tear 
left my right eye.  Everyone's attention was glued to the performance. 
There was little motion in the water because instead of using her legs, she 
was rotating at the ankle, therefore, everyone had a clear view of my 
predicament.


Josie said to the girls (and me, I think), "Hold on tight, here we go!"  The 
girls summoned all of their strength to grip down on my face.  Deedee and 
Dodee were straining to lock down their toehold on my cheeks.  Roxie clamped 
her long toes around from under my tongue-my tongue pinned in place with her 
hammer-toed nails digging into the top of my tongue.  Wendi came over to 
help out by gently gripping her toes over my nose.  She could see the labor 
of my breathing and didn't want to spoil the moment so she was careful to 
make sure that I continued to smell her sweaty beauty.  Already beating 
heavily, my heart started to jack in my chest.  I felt a wave of adrenaline 
and heard blood coursing through my head.  I was getting dizzy.  Josie 
clamped me firmly between the big toes and second toes of both feet and 
started firmly stroking me with long strokes.  The smile left her face for 
the first time as she doubled her strokes.  It was serious now.  I have been 
told that at that moment, I screamed-I don't clearly remember that moment as 
my body went rigid, madly pumping against Josie's feet.  I convulsed in 
epileptic spasms.  Josie's feet were locked down on my shaft, following my 
spasms.  Roxie was pulling on my tongue.  I could feel the warm pockets of 
cum sticking to me.  Roxie let go of my tongue, put her toes on top of my 
tongue and slowly rubbed the length of my tongue as if to say, "good boy". 
I took a very deep breath.  Everyone clapped and the girls let go of my face 
all together.  I collapsed into Josie's crotch which had a subtle perfume 
smell.  She gently hugged my head with her thighs and then picked up my face 
with her hands, kissed me and gently hugged me into her bosom.  Her feet 
never let go of me however.  She gently stroked me very slowly, just 
enjoying the moment herself.


The girls stepped off my hands and my trunks were given back to me.  For the 
rest of the afternoon with girls either sitting on the edge of the pool or 
laying on rafts in the water, wiggling toes anxious to be licked or sucked 
were never very far away from my face-there was no resistance.  For a while 
they called me, "Mr. T".  People who didn't know thought that it was because 
of my build but for those who knew, it meant, "Toeboy".  It turned out to be 
a great summer.  There were another dozen girls at the farm who eventually 
found out.


From your fellow foot fetisher, Toesuckr