Thalidomide Child
Submitted on 06/20/05
Several weeks after the event that I wrote about in "Anatomy of a Teen Foot
Seduction", I scraped up some courage to drive through that neighborhood
again. I parked my van near the playground which was now empty around
dinner time and sat on one of the many empty swings. I stared at the
basketball court nearby, replaying that event in my head for the umpteenth
time. I don't know why I felt this way but I was filled with dread, knowing
that the girls would squash my secret and portray me as a pervert. I should
rejoice that I now had so many willing participants but no, at that time,
reputation was everything. My friend would find out and then the secret
would follow me everywhere, well beyond that neighborhood.
My thoughts were interrupted by a form slowly drifting toward me in my
peripheral vision. In the long shadows of the late day, I turned and
identified that it was Karyn, a dirty-blonde longhaired, slender woman in
her mid 20s who was dressed in a white, frilly, short sleeved blousy top,
very short and frayed cutoffs and loose fitting flip flops that dragged when
she stepped. Her face was plain and I wouldn't have given her a second look
except that she had no arms which I found curious. Instead, at each
shoulder, there were a pair of fingers. The few times that I was exposed to
Karyn, she seemed to be a bubbly person with a healthy disregard for her
predicament. Her attitude was infectious and I found that I didn't care
either. I had witnessed a couple of events where mean kids with cars would
drive by and jeer at her. She was a sensitive person who hid her pain well
and would just turn her back and roll her eyes, trying to ignore them.
She sat down in the next swing beside me and said, "Hey, haven't seen you
for a while, what brings you to our neck of the woods?" I replied, "Just
had some free time and decided to spend it sitting here thinking." She
asked, "Can you tell me what you were thinking? I saw you looking at Nicole's
house over there." My heart and breathing stopped suddenly as I wondered if
she knew what happened a few weeks ago. "It always seemed to me that Nicole
and you had something going. She always said so." I took a deep breath to
make up for holding it and my heart faithfully started again. "Well", I
said, "I like her for sure, and if she were four years older there might
have been, maybe in ten years when the difference between our ages doesn't
seem so great." I thought to myself, Karyn doesn't know about my
misadventure with Nicole's toe, whew.
She said, "Let's go to my house and just hang out" to which I replied,
"Sounds good to me." As we walked the block to her house, the sound of the
dragging heels of her flip flops fixed my mind on her feet. I was struck by
that thinking, don't flip flops clack against people's heels when they walk?
Then I noticed the way she lifted her toes way up so as not to lose her flip
flop when taking a step and then when stepping down, her toes would be
brought back to the flip flop, one at a time starting from the pinky toe, in
a similar fashion to spectators at a sporting event who take their seats
after doing the wave. This soothing animated rhythm captured me. Her feet
were long with extraordinarily long, somewhat thick toes that gently arc'd
as though she were gently curling her toes downward to meaty pads. The way
her toes fit tightly together side by side, shorter toes impressing the
sides of the longer toes, excited me. Her toenails were painted an
iridescent peach color and even though her nails were pedicured to proper
length, she was gifted with large nails which made them appear long. I felt
honored to be in her presence as I had never seen such beautiful and able
feet before (and never have to this day). I thought to myself that God may
have taken away her hands but he made up for it with her feet. I guess she
noticed my attention to her feet because she said, "My Mom took a drug to
help her with morning sickness called Thalidomide while she was pregnant
with me and it made me this way." I said, "Gee, I'm sorry to hear that.
Karyn, you know that doesn't bother me, right?" She responded, "I know,
that is one of the things that I find appealing about you." We climbed the
four steps to her front stoop. At the door, she deftly stepped her right
foot out of her flip flop, raised it to the door knob and twisted it as her
torso leaned back to maintain balance. She pushed and the door swung open.
She then slid her foot back into her flip flop and stepped forward, all as
one motion. Impressed (and turned on to see her use her toes so
skillfully), I stepped in behind her and closed the door. It was odd to me
that I never stopped to think about life with no hands but my mind raced
with the possibilities. To live with a mate who skillfully used those
beautiful feet like hands? To have dinners prepared and served to you by
feet. To be nurtured and cared for by those dexterous feet. My God! I
would be constantly cleaning the house, licking everything she touched with
her feet. I said to her, "I know that you are good at using your feet but
your toenails are groomed flawlessly, do you do that yourself?" She
answered, "My Mom does it for me." I thought, not anymore! Sign me up!
But I said, "That's thoughtful of her, she does a great job, your feet are
beautiful." This statement made her face light up and she beamed. She
said, "Thank you very much for that."
She asked me if I wanted something to drink. I said, "Water". She told me
to go down to the basement and turn on the TV. Her basement was nicely
finished with the TV centered at the far end wall. Directly opposite was a
couch with a coffee table in front, between the TV and couch. To one side
and turned sideways was a chair. I picked a channel and laid on the floor.
She came down stairs with a bucket, the handle caught in the two fingers at
her shoulder. She set the bucket down and reached my glass out with her big
toe dunked in the water, pinching the rim of my glass with her toes. She
said, "I hope it doesn't bother you that I'm using my feet." I smiled back
and said, "No problem at all." I took my glass and spun it such that her
toeprints aligned with my lips so that I could taste a trace of her toes. I
couldn't taste it but I faintly smelled it. . . heavenly. She had brought
herself a mug with a handle that she slipped her toes into and then gripped
the mug to drink. . . very effective. She had also brought some baby
carrots. Laying prone on the floor, head towards the TV and up on my
elbows, I had put the carrots below my face in the bowl on the floor. She
sat on the chair beside me to my right which put her feet casually at the
bowl. She slipped off both flip flops right in front of my face, then
grabbed the straps of both with one foot and tossed them to the side. As we
watched the TV, I couldn't get my eyes off those incredible feet. She
reached up and pulled on a chain that turned off the light. The room was
dark except for the blue light emanating from the television. The ambience
was seductive as hell. I took a carrot and proceeded to chew it. She
curled her toes and gripped the rim of the bowl with her right foot and
tipped the bowl toward her slightly. Then she put the toes of her right
foot into the bowl, pinched out a carrot, brought it to her mouth ever so
easily. I made note of the carrots that she touched and picked them for
myself to eat next. With my face inches from this endeavor, I was sporting
a woody and grinding it against the floor, trying to get a little relief.
Once she fed herself the carrot, she put her feet, heels down on the floor
with the bowl trapped between them. With her toes up in the air, just
inches below my face, her left foot almost touching my chin, she slowly
flexed the toes of her left foot up and down and then rotated her other foot
from the ankle. She was killing me. I had forgotten what was on TV,
focusing strictly on those taunting feet. I looked up at her to find her
looking at the TV. She turned to face me and shot me a smile. She said,
"Are you okay?" My mouth dry, I wasn't prepared to speak so I took a sip of
water and answered back, "yeah, I'm okay". I believe I stuttered. Caught
in an awkward moment, I looked back to the TV to conceal my embarrassment.
I didn't do a very good job as she remained fixed on me. I strongly felt
her staring at me. She picked up another carrot and asked, "Do you want
another carrot?" Fighting to keep my eyes off her toes, I stared rigidly at
the TV and felt my heart jacking in my chest and my woody throbbing in time
in my gym trunks. I gently arched my back subtly to press my dick as hard
as possible against the floor. Frozen, I could only nod yes. I could smell
the sweet carrot as it approached my lips quickly followed by the sour smell
of her flip flops. As I prepared myself for contact with her toes, I
noisily inhaled a huge breath through my nose and opened my mouth to receive
the carrot. Peripherally, I noticed that she had the carrot pinched in the
toes of her right foot with her big toe beneath and second toe above the
carrot. I glanced down quickly and saw the distorted, upside-down image of
the TV in her glazed toenails. OHMYGOD!! Her hot, dry big toe fully set
down on my lower lip, exposing my bottom teeth to the pressure of her toe.
She gently pushed my lower teeth downward ever so slightly. I closed my
eyes and touched my tongue to the side of her big toe. The taste of her toe
was concentratedly strong. I rubbed, looking to free up more of her taste.
I heard her whisper, "I have been counting the moments when I would see you
again since Nicole told me all about you sucking on her big toe. I have
always wanted someone to pay special attention to my feet." I moaned. She
turned her foot more frontally to my face so that her toes pointed directly
into my mouth. I opened wider and she pushed three of her toes slowly into
my mouth, rubbing her toe against my tongue which in turn, was rubbing the
length of her big toe. She released the carrot and I took that moment to
fill the gap with my tongue, forcefully cleaning between those two toes.
She groaned through clenched teeth. She pulled her toes out of my mouth,
allowing me to chew the carrot and draped those large meaty toes directly
over my mouth. I could feel the ball of her sole against the right corner
of my mouth and the pads of her toes pressing forcefully against the left
corner of my mouth, the distance in between being the cavity under those
large toes. She lifted her other foot and cupped my nose with her big toe
under my nose and the other four curled over my nose. As I tilted my head
backward, I could feel the weight of her legs pressing through her feet. I
quickly chewed and swallowed the carrot. When she felt my mastication
complete, she used her right foot to tightly grip my nose, steadying my
face, and rubbed my lips with the big toe of her other right foot. I
thought about the finesse with which she manipulated my face. I truly felt
honored to be in this moment-a foot fetisher's paradise. She slowed her
rubbing of my lips and gently pressed my lips open. She moved her right big
toe well into my right cheek so that she could slip the remainder of her
toes into my mouth. Listening to the song of her moaning, I went apeshit on
her toes. I relished the difficulty that I had in separating her tight
fitting toes and forcing my tongue between them. I worked the cavity
beneath her toes to which she responded by curling them over my tongue and
firmly hugging it. I felt her press the other foot down harder on my face
so she could grind against her cutoff shorts. She moaned, "Please put your
tongue between my toes", and then splayed the toes already in my mouth. Her
forceful toes spread my cheeks like a chipmunk gathering nuts in September.
Those tight fitting toes now had wide gaps between them, affording me great
freedom to scrub those toes. We were both lost in each other, fulfilling
each other's deepest desires. I rolled onto my back under her feet and she
hugged my face with both hot feet. It was then that I realized that her
feet were larger than my face. She had put her feet together and pinched my
nose between the arches of her feet while she wrapped her toes down over my
chin and gently hugged my face, wiggling her feet and giggling.
She took her right foot and put it over my nose and eyes. I felt her other
toes gently rubbing my lips again and I just took a moment to enjoy the
feeling of her gentle caress. Her toes then paused directly over my lips
waiting for entry. She gently pulled on my lower lip to which I yanked my
mouth wide open for her unhampered entry. My tongue explored again and
counted four toes. I felt the cleft next to the pinky toe trapping my left
cheek as her pinky toe was still outside my mouth. She was eagerly wiggling
her toes against my tongue and curling her toes to scrape my tongue for
several minutes. Then it occurred to me that something was different. The
taste was a bit saltier and stronger. Wait-a-minute, her toenails are not
against my tongue, they're against the roof of my mouth!! I lifted the foot
from my eyes. As my eyes focused, I found that I was looking up the length
of her mother's shapely body with her hands on her hips, her left foot
supporting her weight right next to my right ear and her right foot was
dipped in my mouth, her toes wiggling wildly. The icy hand of fear tightly
gripped my heart into an irregular rhythm and ran its fingers across my back
sending chills up and down my spine. I felt the blood drain from my face.
I could see her long hair all flowing directly at my face as I made out the
details of her approving smile in the shadows of her hair from the blue glow
of the TV. She gently said, "You are really quite talented. I love the
feeling of you sucking on my toes" to which she starts rubbing the length of
my tongue, pressing firmly. "I have been watching you for some time now and
I love what you have been doing for Karyn. How do my toes taste?" My boner
started to throb and was paining me. I just nodded to her. She said,
"Good, would you please do my other foot too?" I replied, "Unhunh". With
that foot still in my mouth, she sat down on my woodie and put her other
foot up over my nose. WHOLLY MAN MY GOD!!! I needed a mighty breath and
filled my lungs with the scent of her foot. Having this woman twice my age,
sitting on my dick and commanding my face almost made me pass out cold! I
struggled to keep it together, breathing very heavily, realizing that I had
nothing to fear, that no one was going to walk in on me and I didn't want it
to end . . . ever. She was just as talented with her toes, manipulating my
tongue, teeth and lips to her will with complete finesse. I said, "I see
where Karyn gets her talented feet from." Blood was coursing through my
body in thumping waves. Her mother said, "I have used my feet just like
Karyn, first to teach her how when she was a baby, and then just to make her
feel comfortable as she grew up." Karyn put her toes on my forehead and
started massaging me. "Karyn and I have discussed for years, finding
someone with a foot fetish. People have always made fun of Karyn's arms and
feet and now you worship the very thing that everyone else uses to cause her
pain." Karyn said, "And oh, do I love it. It is as special as I dreamed."
I said, "It's an honor Ma'am. I love it too."
Karyn's Mom said, "Can we do something special for you?" Oh man, I started
throbbing and hurting again. I actually had to wince in pain. I said, "Yes
please." Her Mom got up off me, went to the corner and got a tall, wooden,
cane chair and placed it beside me. As she stood over me and between my
legs, she paused, looking down at my tent, quickly slid her foot up my pant
leg, and placed her toes squarely across the length of my shaft, gripping
and kneading me. I fought to keep my scream down to a groan as the
sensation of her bare toes against my rod was an unexpected shock. I curled
up in a ball as though someone had kicked me in the stomach and then I
arched and pushed back against her toes. She continued for about ten
seconds. I was so close to blowing it right there as she expertly
manipulated me with her toes better than I can myself. She felt my shudders
and stopped. She lifted her gaze to Karyn and said, "Karyn, would you do
the honors?" Karyn beamed and shouted back, "I'd love to!" Mom reached
down and grabbed my trunks and told me to, "lift up." She freed me and
yanked my trunks down to my ankles. She turned and placed the chair over my
knees. Karyn bounded over to the chair and put her feet on my abs and
slowly rubbed up and down, her feet occasionally touching my shaft, sending
me through the roof. Her mother sat where Karyn had been and hooked her
right toes over my nose, and forcefully pushed her left big toe into my
mouth to which I eagerly sucked it in. Karyn gripped me effortlessly
between the big toes and second toes of both feet and started moving her
feet in opposite directions-her feet separating in different directions and
then at both ends of my shaft, she brought them back together where they met
in the middle again. I was amazed with her dexterous ability. Her Mom was
expertly manipulating my face. Karyn took her top foot and let one of her
strokes run long and as it ran off the end of me, she cupped her toes over
the end of my head and heartily squeezed, gently twisting like she was
trying to remove a bottle cap from a bottle. This caused me to clench my
hands and toes to keep from shooting so soon. Her mom then pulled the
chain, turning on the light and with her left big toe still in my mouth, she
took her right foot and removed it from my face and held it about twelve
inches above my eyes. I saw that her feet had all of the features of Karyn's
feet except that she had very subtle bunions-very sexy. As her mother
splayed her toes and then fisted her toes in front of my eyes, I was struck
by her ability. When her toes were fully splayed, grapes could easily be
fit in between her toes. When her toes were brought together and tightly
fisted, she could almost bury her unpainted nails into her meaty soles
enough to hide all but the big toe nail. Occasionally, she brought her toes
down and brushed them under my nose for a moment and then resumed her show.
Looking at her gesticulating foot, sucking heartily on her other big toe
which easily filled my mouth, and pumping against Karyn's effort, was
mounting up and consuming me. Karyn was intuitively locked into my psyche,
sensing and controlling my situation with deft ease. Her Mom firmly grabbed
the flesh of my cheek with the toes of her right foot and said, "Let's see
what you've got girl!" Karyn grabbed hold of me between her toes and went
nuts, her feet going in opposite directions again. She pumped so hard and
quickly that it felt like I was caught in a machine that was turned up too
high. She really could extract cum from me at about any moment that she
wanted. Karyn whooped and hollered when I came in one of the most intense
moments that I have ever had. Her mother hugged the sides of my face with
the soles of her feet and her toes wrapped over the bottom of my chin. She
asked me, "Was that as good for you as it was for both of us?" I put my
hands on Mom's feet and hugged them tight to my face while responding,
"Absolutely, my God." Karyn rubbed my cum into my stomach and raised her
feet up to her face, licking them and saying, "That tastes really good!" My
woodie started bumping the air again. Her mother reached over me and rubbed
her left foot on my stomach too. I saw my cum hanging from her big toe as
she raised it to her mouth and tasted. She agreed, "Well, it does taste
good." Feeling very conspicuous, I awkwardly said, "Thank you. That was
incredible."
I sat up and started to redress myself. Now in reach of Karyn, she put one
of her newly cleaned feet to my face and rubbed my cheek. I saw her lift
all of her toes away from her big toe and put it to my lips. As I accepted
my pacifier all the way in, she said, "Thank you for a wonderful afternoon.
I will never forget this." Her mother said, "Yes, thank you. We will both
remember this treat." I stood, turned and said, "You both have the most
incredible feet that I have ever known and it was my honor." I finished by
asking, "Did you teach Nicole how to use her feet? To write and . ." Karyn
smiled and nodded.
I have never stopped regretting my decision to not go back to that
neighborhood. To this day, I still think about going back. The idea that
the girls were telling stories about me was now verified and my reputation
was at stake. A very big deal for an eighteen year old. It has been a real
heartbreaker. If only my ego hadn't gotten in the way, I would have married
Karyn, devoted my life to her and her mother and their monkey feet.
From your fellow foot fetisher, Toesuckr