Carol, my ambush mastermind
      Submitted on 07/03/05


When I was in my early twenties, I had a girlfriend for a three year period, 
named Carol, whom attended East Stroudsburg State College.  Carol was a 
pretty girl and very intelligent.  I adored her but lately, our relationship 
was cooling off a bit and at the time, I didn't know why.  I found out a 
while later, that Carol had been exposed to a couple of lesbians in her dorm 
and was growing an affinity for them.  During the school months, I only saw 
her on weekends, when I would drive up to college to visit her.  Eventually, 
as the fire in our relationship fizzled, I called it quits but it broke my 
heart to leave her.  It broke her heart too because I don't believe that she 
was ready to completely give up her heterosexual side and her affection for 
me still appeared genuine.


The predominant majors at the college were Physical Education and Physical 
Therapy.  That said, the vast majority of students were athletes.  Carol was 
not an athlete but her roommate Tommi was.  In fact, Tommi had a rock-hard 
body and thick powerful legs that tapered down to a great pair of shapely, 
strong feet.  Her feet were lean as they showed vascularity and tendons 
nicely.  The lines of her ankles beautifully showed the complexity of her 
ankle structure.  She paid less attention to her grooming habits than most 
of the other girls which always made her feet smell wonderful-even from a 
distance.  She habitually spent afternoons tearing it up at the college 
hockey field and then hung out in the clothes and socks that she had worked 
out in.  For the few months that I had known her, I was always trying to get 
closer to those feet to get a really close-up smell at those feet.  I gave 
her feet a lot of thought, thinking about her active feet fermenting in 
those old torn up sneakers all afternoon, and then her taking off her 
sneakers which always gave their little dorm room a wonderful aromatic 
ambiance.  This time with her sneakers off, I imagined that her feet and 
socks had time to dry out, permanently sealing in the acrid aroma and 
flavor.  Her feet were, I guessed, about a size 9 and her tightly trimmed, 
athletic nails were always unpainted.  I wanted those feet in the worst way 
but didn't want to offend Carol.  Tommi was pretty too, with a 
characteristic, Janis Joplin type of raspy voice and blonde, unkempt 
shoulder-length hair.  In contrast, Carol possessed a soft, smooth, 
curvatious, feminine body which tapered down to size 8 smooth feet with 
nails that were painted most of the time.  Carol was a brunette with hair 
down her back.  Into music, she had a beautiful voice and was known for her 
singing.  They roomed together on the third floor of an all girls dorm.  I 
visited her on weekends and it was a common practice to sneak boyfriends up 
to the dorm rooms, to stay overnight, regardless of the college rules.  The 
rooms were small with two freestanding wardrobe closets fitted with mirrored 
doors, two prison style freestanding cots, two built-in modest desks and a 
small refrigerator.  Tommi and Carol had fixed their room so that the cots 
were obscured by the wardrobe closets from the door to the hall.  They had 
fashioned ample shelf space out of milk crates obtained from behind the 
local grocery store.  The cots were each tight up against two different 
walls with the foot of both cots coming together at the same corner of the 
room.


On this particular occasion, I had driven up to meet Carol for the weekend 
and we had gotten some dinner.  When we got back to the dorm, she went in 
the front entrance to get Tommi.  Then she and Tommi worked in tandem to 
sneak me in a side entrance and up a side stairwell, and into their room. 
Kathy, the floor R/A, responsible for Carol's floor was a senior and a 
sorority sister and she was known for being a royal bitch.  If she had found 
out that I was there, she would most likely make me leave.  When we settled 
in, Tommi fetched Nancy, an energetic, passionate girl who's room was at the 
far end of the floor, and then we all decided to play a board game.  Sitting 
next to me on the floor to my left, Carol was barefoot.  Across from me was 
Nancy with slippers on, and to my right was Tommi.  Carol obviously knew 
everything about my desires and with a few wine coolers, was losing her 
inhibitions about guarding my secret for her feet.  She was sitting 
cross-legged and her left toes were casually brushing my forearm near my 
elbow since I was laying prone on the floor and propped up on my elbows. 
Little did I know, she had already explored Nancy by then and had shared my 
secret with Nancy and Tommi.  There I was, in jeans and a tee-shirt, Carol & 
Nancy were dressed in loose fitting night shirts and Tommi was still dressed 
in her sweats from playing field hockey a few hours earlier.  Her holey 
sweat socks still on her feet, she decided to put her slippers on because 
her still-damp socks were rank and she knew it.  She often slept in those 
clothes on her cot and showered in the morning.  About twenty minutes after 
the game had started, Tommi said that her toes were getting caught in the 
holes of her socks so she decided to take off her socks and put her slippers 
back on.  She tossed her inside-out socks on the floor between herself and 
I, right next to my elbow.  The steam wafting out of those sweat socks 
quickly invaded my nose-instant boner.  Nancy declared that she was going to 
her room to get more coolers.  Tommi and Carol said they would take that 
opportunity to go to the bathroom and left together.  They closed the door 
so no one would discover me.  There I was with Tommi's socks, still 
steaming-the chance of a lifetime.  I knew that I had about two minutes 
before they came back.  I picked up both socks and cupped them in my hands 
and buried my face into them.  The smell-Whoa!!  Damn!!  It was everything I 
knew it would be-sweet and sour at the same time, with a salty hint.  The 
strength of the odor was magnificent as it burned every pocket in my lungs. 
I quickly jammed the toes of both socks into my mouth and sucked all of the 
juice out of them.  I shuddered and my throbbing member ached because the 
seasoned flavor was incredible.  I put the socks back down where they were 
and took a minute to swill the taste in my mouth and using my tongue against 
my teeth, I played with the sock lint, savoring every moment.

The girls came back and we resumed the game.  Carol and Nancy's game was 
disappearing because of too many coolers and my game was disappearing 
because of Carol's feet and Tommi's socks.  Sitting cross-legged again, 
Carol began to get silly.  In a giddy fit, she reached her right foot behind 
my left elbow which propped me up as I was still prone on the floor, and 
pushed it in between my arm and chest.  Her toes, peeking out under my chin, 
she waved her toes at me, laughed and personified her toes saying, "Hi 
there, I love you, do you like me?"  She knew what this was doing to me as 
she loved to tease me in public places.  Nancy and Tommi giggled.  I told 
Carol, "don't be so goofy."  She just giggled and squeezed my left nipple 
with her toes.  It appeared to me that all of the girls were studying me as 
I ground my boner into the floor for relief.  I said, "I forgot who's turn 
it is."  Nancy chased with, "I'll bet you have."  With that comment, she 
removed her slippers and sat up with her knees drawn up to her chest, 
rocking with her now bare toes lifting up and down, off the floor three feet 
in front of my face against the opposing edge of the board.  As I studied 
the bottoms of her feet, I noticed that she had a tiny small mole on her 
right heel and that she had wonderful, meaty toes.  Her feet might be a size 
7.  Tommi was sitting on her legs and her feet were kicked out to the 
side-my side.  Using her toes, she was casually slapping the back of her 
slipper against the sole of her heel.  Nancy started moving her board piece 
with her toes which had me grinding the floor all the while.  When her piece 
was on my side of the board, her toes were eight inches under my nose. 
Oh-my-God, I wanted to bend down and suck her toes in!  I tried to steal as 
much aroma as possible and still be discrete but I'm afraid that my attempt 
at discretion was weak.  In the middle of her move and with her toes 
clenched over the piece directly under my nose, there was an awkward pause 
as she decided that it was a good moment to take a swig of her cooler.  I 
saw that long leg stretched over the board and was overcome by a sigh as I 
bore a hole in the floor beneath my waist.  I knew at this point that my 
jeans had a stain from precum because I had been grinding with a purpose for 
half an hour or more.  She let go of her piece.  It was Tommi's turn to 
play.  She rolled the dice, made a face and said, "Wow, my dogs need to 
breathe.  My feet are hot."  With that, Tommi pulled off both slippers with 
her right hand, and with her feet just in front of my right elbow, her toes 
continually splayed, she commenced airing out her slimy feet by clenching 
and opening the toes on both feet alternately.  My gaze stupidly went 
directly from Nancy's game-playing feet to Tommi's waving feet which I fear, 
garnered some attention from the girls.  The stench of Tommi's fermented 
toes hammered me hard like a slap and I was dazed.  I caught fleeting 
glimpses of little slimy grimies caught in between her animated toes.  Then, 
Tommi's top foot moved upward and planted itself directly on my right cheek 
and slowly pushed my face back toward the board.  Then she replaced her foot 
back where it had been.  She chastised me, "Yo Frank, what are you looking 
at?"  I quickly scanned all three girls to learn that they were all staring 
at me and smiling and I felt myself becoming flush with embarrassment. 
Tommi quickly followed with, "Didn't you hear me say that it is your turn to 
go?"  Nancy chimed in with, "I think he was busy."  The right side of my 
face, wet with Tommi's foot sweat, was sensitive to a subtle draft in the 
room.  I spun myself into a sitting position with my back to the girls, 
concealing my hard-on and precum stain and stated, "I'll be honest, I've 
lost interest in the game" and finished my cooler.  I thought to myself, 
"Well handled, Sport!"  Nancy said, "Look at the time.  I'll see you all 
tomorrow" and promptly left.  Carol picked up the board as Tommi went to the 
bathroom to brush her teeth.  I undressed into my gym trunks.  Carol came 
over to me, gave me a kiss, smiled and said, "Your mind wasn't on the game." 
I retorted, "You know why.  They know."  She replied, "I might have said 
something a long time ago.  Say, I smell Tommi's foot on your cheek."  I 
followed, "I hear what you're saying.  Because of the smell, I haven't been 
able to lose this boner ever since."  Carol's smile widened, "Sorry about 
that."  I countered, "Yeah, you look sorry."  She giggled.

I zipped myself into my sleeping bag on the floor, directly beside Carol who 
bent down and gave me a passionate kiss, bidding me, "Sweet dreams honey." 
She then closed her eyes to sleep.  Tommi came in, still in her clothes, 
turned off the light and went to crash on her bed on top of the covers.  I 
spent a moment to replay the night's events in my head as it occurred to me 
that every girl I had seen this weekend knew my secret.  I drifted off to 
sleep.

I woke with a start . . . have ten minutes gone by?  As my eyes focused, I 
looked up and saw in the banded moonlight that filtered through the Venetian 
blinds, that Carol and Tommi placed a chair over me with the four legs of 
the chair, set on top of my sleeping bag - - two of the chair legs over my 
shoulders and the other two legs just above my waist, trapping my arms, 
folded on top of my chest, just the way I had been sleeping.  Sitting on top 
of the chair was Carol who was looking down on me with her feet on either 
side of my head.  Tommi flipped on the light, unzipped my bag revealing my 
lower body and sat down on her cot.  Stunned, I tried to ask what was going 
on but only got two words out when Carol put the ball of both feet over my 
lips, stopping me effectively.  She smiled and said, "Happy birthday honey, 
I wanted to give you a present that you would never forget.  I know that you 
like to keep your desires secret but I told these girls what you like and 
they all wanted to help me."  I had to squint to keep my eyes in my head 
when she said that - - "these girls?"  From behind the wardrobe closets, 
seven girls paraded toward me, all with slippers on their feet.  I 
recognized Nancy and saw Tommi on her cot too.  The girls all stood in a 
gang to the side of me.  I had the most God-awful painful hard-on and was 
gyrating madly without relief when I saw Tommi through Carol's ankles, 
extend her foot to me and felt her toes hug my hard-on through my trunks 
with the firm pressure of an athlete.  I almost cried as I closed my eyes 
and frantically pushed against Tommi's grinding foot.  I was breathing hard 
and not catching my breath through my nose.  I continued to breathe hard as 
Carol explained, "Six of these girls are sorority pledges that Tommi 
approached during hockey practice and as part of their initiation, they each 
have to make you cum tonight using only their feet.  Nancy offered to help, 
and Tommi will be last.  You will notice that Tommi is putting her slippers 
back on to keep her feet fresh."

Tommi yanked my trunks down and I laid, throbbing and bouncing in the air. 
I sat thinking and anticipating Nancy and Tommi as the first two girls 
situated themselves.  One of the conditions for the pledges was that I not 
be allowed to know their names and they were not to speak in my presence. 
The girl at my waist, sat on Carol's bed and put her cold toes on my hot 
shaft which felt really incredible!  She stroked me between her arches as 
the girl who sat above my head hovered her feet over my face.  She touched 
my nose alternately with her hot big toes which was killing me because I 
wanted to eat those feet in the worst way.  Carol kept her seat over me, 
lording over the operation and directing the movements that the girls made. 
The girl with her feet over my face, lifted her big toes and caught her 
second toes, pushing them down further than the other toes and then rubbed 
my lips with them.  I closed my eyes, knowing what was next.  I felt really 
excited when she gently pushed her second toes into my mouth.  I resisted 
just a little so that I could feel her determination and was amply rewarded. 
I feverishly lapped at all of her toes to which she responded by inserting 
one of her feet up to the arch.  Her foot was not at an angle to easily 
insert but she had an incredible ability to bend her foot at the arch, 
straight into my mouth.  My tongue danced over and between her tiny toes - - 
success.  After being teased all night long, I finally had toes in my mouth 
and they tasted wonderful.  Then I felt my first explosion welling up.  The 
foot in my mouth went in deeper as I creamed on the first girl's feet.  Then 
the girl with spunk on her feet took one of Tommi's socks and wiped her feet 
off and the face girl went to my waist which was the operation for the 
night.  Each girl appeared to have a gimmick.  One girl massaged my face and 
neck with her feet.  Another girl insisted that I let her f*%k my mouth with 
her toes by pushing her toes into my mouth rhythmically.  Yet another, 
gripped my face and pulled like a cat pulling at a pillow.  Another 
controlled my breathing by forcing one foot tightly down and clasping her 
toes over my mouth and then pinching my nose with her other toes.  Although 
this was scary, Carol oversaw this effort and was careful with me.  It was 
definitely a turn on.  For one girl, Carol told me to extend my tongue all 
the way out and keep it there.  This girl had bulky, long toes and made me 
lick between all of her toes.  As my tongue was stationary, she worked each 
of her toe clefts over my tongue and slid it up and down.  In time, my 
tongue dried to which she grabbed it between the toes of one foot, pulling 
it out further so that she could slide her other foot beneath such that my 
tongue was firmly held between the toes of both feet until I came yet again. 
This felt really incredible as I felt helplessly controlled by her feet. 
Carol barked out an endless stream of creative ideas that kept me stimulated 
for most of an hour, although it felt like minutes.  At the other end, one 
girl brought me off with her toes, sideways on my shaft, another using her 
arches, another did it doggie style with her feet upside-down and soles up. 
Another girl did it with her feet longwise, with her toes at the base of my 
shaft and her heels at the tip.  Another girl pinched me between her toes.

After they were all done, they were all told to line up sitting around my 
head with their legs straight and their feet up tight against my head and 
their toes clamped down on my face.  What a strange feeling being caged by a 
dozen feet and feeling the pressure of a face full of pressing toes, very 
soft but very powerful.  Then Nancy stood over me, sat on Carol's lap and 
put her feet together over the top of my face and pressed down.  It was 
really special to feel every square inch of my head covered in feet.  Nancy's 
feet smelled wonderful.  She dragged her feet down my face toward my chin, 
stepping forcefully on it to open my mouth, and then crammed all ten toes 
into my mouth.  What a great feeling!  Then Carol told all of the girls to 
wiggle all of their toes.  That was really weird to feel all those toes on 
my face and in my mouth all moving at once!  I just closed my eyes and took 
stock of everything that was happening to me.  Once again, Tommi stood down 
on my hard-on to give me something to grind against.  I came very quickly 
and was becoming very sensitive to the point where the slightest touch was 
more than I could take.  Nancy pulled her feet out of my mouth and asked 
Carol if it would be okay for her to finish me orally.  Carol said, 
"absolutely!  Do whatever comes to your mind."  Nancy licked and kissed at 
my shaft while Tommi stood up from her cot.  I started throbbing in pain 
again, knowing what was coming.  Carol stood up on the chair so that Tommi 
could sit on it and then Carol jumped down and watched.  Tommi commanded the 
attention of everyone in the room.  I was embarrassed as she talked about my 
desires.  As we listened to Nancy lapping at me, Tommi said, "Frank, I have 
not showered for three days.  When Carol told us her idea, we brainstormed 
to come up with some ideas that we thought you would like.  I haven't washed 
my socks for about two weeks, thinking about you.  I know that you enjoyed 
them because Carol, Nancy and I talked about my socks when we left you, 
betting that the socks would be moved.  You didn't let us down.  Right now, 
my feet are slimy and have been all afternoon."  I listened to Tommi slide 
her feet out of her slippers which were on either side of my head, right 
beside my ears.  I had smelled hints of her feet all night but here they 
were, the smell overtaking my other senses as she revealed them.  My eyes 
closed instinctively but I reopened them immediately, not wanting to miss 
the visual of looking up at Tommi while she lifted her legs into the air and 
positioned her feet over my nose.  The view was precious and everything I 
thought it would be.  All of the girls were gagging at the smell of Tommi's 
now exposed feet.  Tommi said, "As I have been excited all afternoon, my 
dogs have really sweated and now I'm going to make you clean them.  How do 
they smell?"  She splayed her toes and wafted them at my nose.  I sucked in 
a huge breath and stared at her toes.  I was captivated.  My face was 
beginning to sweat from the heat of all the other feet that seized my head 
and I was thrilled.  Nancy was licking and sucking at my balls.  Tommi 
cupped her two feet together over my nose and said, "I want to feel you 
breathe through my toes."  I greedily complied.  I coughed at her stench 
which made everyone laugh, including Tommi and Carol.  Then, Tommi splayed 
her toes and enveloped my face as she slimily slid her wet, dripping feet 
all over my face.  My face was absolutely wet and I could feel every breeze 
but what a thrill!  Her feet were everything I dreamed!  She massaged my 
face, pressing with tremendous pressure as her toes slowly and purposefully 
slid over my face.  I thought, "How therapeutic!"  Then she paused, covering 
most of my face with her right foot, and lift her left so that she could 
tenderly and slowly rub my lips with her toes for a minute.  She said, "Wow, 
what a rush!"  She looked at Carol and said, "I love being in command of 
your boyfriend with my feet!"  She then turned her smiling gaze toward me 
and said, "Now eat'em boy!"  With that, she pointed her toes and strongly 
forced her toes directly into my throat, rubbing and then pressing down my 
tongue hard enough to where it would squeeze up between her toes.  Then she 
dragged her toes down the length of my tongue to the tip.  She was actually 
scrubbing her toes clean against my tongue whether I liked it or not, and it 
thrilled me.  The taste was incredible.  She hooked her right big toe inside 
my left cheek and gripped tightly.  Tommi said, "This is really fun!"  Nancy 
now took my shaft into her mouth and proceeded to finish me off.  For 
someone who didn't like boys, she certainly was a master.  In my sensitive 
state, I tightened my body and braced for the inevitable.  Nancy covered her 
teeth with her lips and started to bite down and was taking me deeper than I 
had ever experienced before.  I started to pump back in response.  When I 
tightened, Tommi grabbed my nose tightly in the toes of her left foot and 
just held me still- -she was enjoying feeling me shudder and convulse at her 
feet.  I licked at her right big toe which was deeply inserted in my mouth 
and holding my cheek tightly.  As I came in Nancy's mouth, I moaned fairly 
loudly . . . at the wrong time.

There was one more surprise in store for me.  Kathy, the R/A happened to be 
outside the door and heard me.  She came into the room and saw me at the 
feet of seven girls and simply said, "If you all want to avoid getting into 
trouble, being out after curfew and hiding a guy in here, then it is my 
turn."  I looked up in horror as Kathy took Tommi's place on the chair, 
unlaced her first shoe, and removed the shoe and sock and placed her foot 
directly on my face while she took off the other shoe.  There was the 
distinctive smell of leather and she had pronounced hammer toes.  I have 
always loved hammer toes as they are typically long and really fist well and 
grip tightly.  Her feet were no disappointment.  She turned and faced the 
chair, bent over and stood directly on my face with both feet.  The pain 
seared through my brain as stars and tears filled my eyes.  The six girls 
still held my face fast in place.  She shifted her weight from foot to foot 
for a couple of minutes and then sat back down on the chair.  She forced me 
to suck each of her toes, and lick her soles.  Then she looked over her 
shoulder and saw my throbbing rod.  She smiled back to me and said, "It 
looks like you love me.  My, but you look excited.  Let's see how much you 
love me.  I'll bet you can't resist me."  She got off the chair and then 
stood over my waist.  She lifted one foot to my hard-on and stepped down on 
it.  With it trapped between her sole and my stomach, she stroked up and 
down.  She grabbed my shaft still slick with Nancy's saliva, between her 
strong hammer toes and strongly stroked with a firm grip.  I pleaded, "No, 
please.  I can't take anymore."  She said, "I'm not asking" and continued 
her effort.  I came within thirty seconds, shuddering in waves due to my 
sensitivity, but not with much spunk as I was completely spent.  I screamed 
which caused one of the girls holding my head to clamp her foot over my 
mouth.  Kathy wasn't finished right away, she continued to sharply tug at my 
shaft with her toes, looking to milk it for every drop.  Then she turned 
around and grabbed it again with her back to my face and pulled again and 
again until all of my precum had been extracted.  Then she shocked everyone 
by gathering up as much of my cum as possible on her foot and bringing it up 
to her face.  She licked her own foot clean and simply said, "Mmmm, nice! 
Now, everyone back to their own rooms.  Fun time is over."  Everyone left, 
including Kathy.  She didn't make me leave after all.  Carol bent down to me 
and said, "Whew, you smell!  I love you.  Happy Birthday!"  I answered, "Yes 
I do smell and so does my pillow", which was under my head and was stood on 
by everyone that night.  "Thank you sweet stuff, it is a birthday gift that 
I will never ever forget . . . You were right."  I didn't wash that pillow 
case for months.

I have always known that college girls, being away from their parents for 
extended periods, relax and are open to anything and their morals soften, 
biasing toward the "fun" and adventurous.  At home, they are uptight but at 
college, the ambiance of campus and peer pressure are enough to get any girl 
to loosen up and accept kinky stuff, and foot fetishism is just the ticket. 
It is just perfect for doing something that is considered outrageous but not 
harmful or truly sexual.  It can be done fully clothed and gives the women a 
great sense of power.  To find a guy with a foot fetish is wonderful because 
they can tease him in any situation just by casually exposing their feet. 
There are also a variety of situations where he can be physically contacted, 
effectively upping the ante, without being noticed.  They also recognize 
that he will never give them away because he wants anonymity more than they 
do.  I didn't realize that Carol's birthday gift wasn't over yet.  As a 
rule, Carol always wanted me to take her anywhere away from the college 
during the weekends so that she could get away and clear her mind and also 
so that we could be alone together.  This weekend was different as she 
insisted that we "save money" and spend the weekend on the campus, after 
all, there was plenty to do there.


Part 2


The next morning, I awoke to find both of Tommi's big toes inside my mouth 
and idly playing with my tongue as she tried to trap it between them.  When 
I came to, my reaction was to recoil before I understood what was happening, 
and as I snapped my head back, it only went an inch before striking the 
metal corner post of Carol's bed.  Tommi quickly followed me with her feet 
to keep her toes in my mouth saying, "Are you okay?  This feels so great. 
It is so soft, warm and wet inside your mouth.  I just love it to death. 
Carol, you are so lucky, I need to borrow him for the weekend some time." 
Carol peeked down at me from the edge of her cot.  She was grinning from ear 
to ear.  Nancy burst into the room, out of breath as she had run from her 
room to ours.  She asked, "Is it my turn?"  Tommi replied like it was her 
say, "oh, alright."  When Tommi pulled out her toes, they were pruny.  I 
asked, "how long have you been awake?"  She answered, "Do you mean, how long 
have I had my toes in your mouth? A few times last night while you were 
sleeping and the better part of an hour this morning.  You don't mind do 
you?"  All I could do was smile and confess, "Of course I don't mind.  To be 
honest, Carol knows that I have wanted to be at your feet for months." 
Keeping her smile she said, "Yeah, I've known that for months.  I also know 
what you have wanted to do to them."  I smirked at Carol as if to say, "Oh 
really? Well, its okay."  She just smiled back and shrugged her shoulders. 
Nancy scuffed her slippers across the floor over to where I was and stepped 
out of them directly onto my pillow.  Her feet smelled strongly of the 
inside of her worn leather slippers and were steamy as they landed on my 
pillow.  I looked down at her feet on my pillow.  I was just studying her 
feet since they were so close to my face, taking stock of my next meal but 
she thought that I objected to her standing on my pillow.  She splayed her 
toes and grabbed the pillow with her toes and offered, "I didn't want to 
step on the carpet, you never know what has been on that dirty carpet." 
Without another word from anyone, she lifted her right foot, stepped down on 
my chin and stepped into my mouth, up through the ball of her foot.  I 
curved my tongue up under the space of her toes and ran my tongue across the 
underside of all of her toes.  She shook her head, cooed and sighed, "Damn, 
that is the best!" and Tommi chimed in, "Yeah, isn't that great?"  Carol 
just sat and enjoyed the view.  It was a gift to me and oddly enough, her 
friends too.  Standing over me, Nancy kept her feet bathed in my mouth until 
Carol and Tommi said, "Lets go to the cafeteria for breakfast."

Part 3

During breakfast, girls kept smiling and staring at me.  Off in the far 
corner of the cafeteria, I saw a girl with her feet up on top of her table, 
beside her lunch, and she was staring at me between both of her feet.  Feet 
always have a way of getting my attention.  She was just fisting her feet 
alternately and staring at me.  She had my attention and she knew it.  Just 
to keep my sanity, I sat with my back to her as I ate my meal.

After breakfast, we went to the stadium to watch Tommi and the hockey team 
during their drills.  As we sat in the bleachers to watch, I recognized a 
couple of the girls from last night.  I have always found the bleachers to 
be uncomfortable and typically lean back to the level behind me and prop 
myself up on my elbows.  The girls spied Carol and I and waved to us.  One 
of the girls, lifted her leg, shod in two sets of heavy knee socks and 
spikes, and pointed her foot directly at me, sucked on her thumb and then 
blew me a kiss.  Tommi was falling down in laughter, and the other girls on 
the team inquired as to what that gesture meant.  I saw the girls that I 
recognized, talking about it and pointing in my direction.  As the other 
girls heard the stories, the reactions ranged from shocked mouths agape that 
needed covering by hands, to smiling shaking heads- -all staring in my 
direction.  Carol just thought that everything was funny.  There were about 
fifty of us scattered in the stands and as comfortable as I was becoming 
with the idea of people knowing about my secret, I was still really 
embarrassed.  The attention caused my trunks to tent up and I was mortified. 
Just as I was lifting up off my elbows to sit forward and cover my hard-on, 
something pulled my hair from the top of my head.  I heard Carol giggle and 
greet Janice.  My head was jerked back and I found myself facing the sky and 
looking up at another girl upside-down- -someone that I couldn't recognize. 
My shoulders were hurting from the awkward angle so I slid down off of them 
and let my head rest on the bleacher bench above me.  The upside-down face 
introduced herself to me, "Hi, I don't think we've met.  I'm Janice, Nancy's 
roommate."  I could tell by her bent knees that she had a hold of my hair 
with the toes of her left foot.  She kept my head locked to the bleacher as 
she lifted her right foot and cupped my nose.  Using my nose as a handle, 
she pulled my head to the right and then jammed about three toes into my 
mouth.  This all happened way too quick for me to react, and in fact, my 
mind wasn't on what she was doing as much as the fact that we were in open 
public.  I imagined that most of the girls on the field were standing still 
and staring at me as well as most of the spectators in the stands, yet there 
I stayed, sucking on those wiggling toes and looking up at Janice.  In fact, 
for some unexplained reason, I had a thought that she must be uncomfortable 
so I turned my head to give her easier access and she made use of it, 
squeezing her other two toes into my mouth.  She said, "It is really great 
to meet you, thanks for the favor."  She slipped her sandal back on, bound 
down the bleachers and walked away, turning back just once to shoot me a 
quick smile.  Actually, as I looked around, I don't believe that too many 
people saw the incident.  I said to Carol, "that was really weird."  She 
replied, "Yeah" and giggled some more.

Part 4

Later that day, Carol suggested that we grab a blanket, a Frisbee and a 
couple of bottles of water and lay out at the Common to catch some rays. 
The Common was a large courtyard-like area bound on three sides by seven 
story dorm complexes.  Women students would dress down to virtually nothing 
and lay out while guys would play Frisbee around and over them.  It was a 
great ambiance.  Dressed in our bathing suits to sun ourselves, we spread 
out our blanket, greased up and lay down, face up.  I lay there with my eyes 
closed, feeling the heat of the sun, sinking into my skin, an occasional 
breeze, brushing my body, just enough to keep me from sweating just yet.  In 
the distance, someone had their window open and their stereo cranked up, 
playing the Loverboy tune, "Turn me loose".  I could hear several 
conversations interspersed with a laugh now and then and a squeal or two 
from a couple of girls playing Frisbee, off in the distance.  As 
consciousness faded into daydreams, a cool shadow fell over my body and 
obscured my face from the sun.  I felt something heavy land on my chin, 
snapping my jaw open and then felt my mouth fill.  I heard, "Hello lover. 
Miss me?  I missed you."  My eyes flew open and took a moment to focus as I 
was looking up the ankle, foreleg, hip and to the face of my assailant, her 
face was a shadow but I recognized it well enough.  It was Kathy, the R/A 
for Carol's dorm floor.  She rubbed my tongue very rough with her foot as 
she requested, "Help me get these grass stains off my foot, would you 
sweety?  I've been playing Frisbee for a while now and my feet are turning 
green.  Thanks, you're a doll."  Carol propped herself up on her elbows and 
said, "why don't you leave him alone?"  Kathy retorted, "You want him to 
stay in your room tonight don't you?"  She pulled her foot out of my mouth, 
inspected it and said, "Good job, now do the other one won't you?" 
Seething, Carol sat still and quiet and so did I.  My mouth was closed and I 
tasted the sweet juice of grass as I imagined that my tongue was now green. 
I looked up at Kathy as her Frisbee friend ran up beside her.  The heel of 
Kathy's second foot was on my chest as she used her toes to pull down my 
lower lip and let it go so that it would snap closed again.  She played with 
my lip like that while her friend giggled and asked, "Who's that?"  Kathy 
explained, "It's Carol's boyfriend and he loves feet.  He really loves my 
feet.  I made him cum last night with them.  Open up sweety."  At that 
point, my only thought was for Carol not to get into trouble.  I also needed 
this ordeal to end as soon as possible.  I opened and let her push her foot 
into my mouth again.  She twisted the ball of her foot down on my tongue as 
her toes threatened to go down my throat.  She withdrew and said, "Thanks, 
Honey" as she turned and ran away to play Frisbee.  Carol was visibly shaken 
and decided that we needed to leave.  I agreed.

Part 5

Carol suggested that I take her to lunch at the local Taco Bell which was 
always crowded with students.  We both had thrown on Tee shirts and shoes 
(me in sneaks and her in her Dr. Scholl's sandals).  Carol was a bit of an 
exhibitionist and a real tease which always kept me on edge but it was truly 
exciting to date her because you never knew what was coming next.  After we 
ordered, we sat down at a table for two with our drinks and most of our 
food.  We had ordered burritos which the girl said she would bring to the 
table for us when they were ready.

Nine times out of ten, Carol would sit directly across from me when we ate 
and would always take her feet out of her sandals, and place them on my lap 
or on the seat between my legs and to be honest, I actually got used to 
that.  She would quite often, gently play with me between her soles, not to 
cause me anguish but just enough to keep me hard.  She loved the feeling of 
my hard shaft between her soles (me too).

On this particular occasion, I guess she thought she would like to make it 
up to me for the degrading experience that Kathy had just put me through.  I 
said, "to be honest, it wasn't all that bad.  By now, I expect that the 
whole college knows.  What the hell, her feet tasted sweet."  I heard her 
clogs quietly clap the floor and knew that she would want to keep her feet 
warm, so as the routine dictated, I opened my legs for her.  As usual, I 
felt her feet close around my shaft but oohh!  Her feet were cold!  Why is 
that?  I looked down and her feet had disappeared up to the ankle inside my 
suit!  As I was looking down at my lap, trapped between the toes of her left 
foot, she held me still as she cupped the toes of her right foot over the 
head of my member and squeezed.  "JEEGAZAAA!!  Whollyshiiiit!!"  The feeling 
of her feet in direct contact with me had me gripping the edges of the table 
with my hands, stiff armed, looking like I was ready to blast off in a 
rocket to the moon.  I looked directly at her with my teeth clamped together 
and she was laughing and putting her fore finger to her lips and saying, 
"sssshhhh, take it easy."  Coughing, I said, "I'm doing the best that I 
 can."  She let go of me with her left toes and pulled me down with her 
right toes.  Then I felt her left foot resume its position.  I looked down 
again and, "JEEZUSCHRIST!! Carol!"  She had pulled me down, out of the leg 
opening of my bathing suit and had me entirely exposed under the table!  My 
voice trailed off to a whisper, "I don't suppose I need to remind you that 
we are in Taco Bell?"  She just giggled again.  God, I loved her smile, it 
wasn't malicious but it certainly was compromising!!  Carol started to eat 
her fries and was drinking her soda like nothing was out of the ordinary, 
meanwhile she started pumping me under the table.  She told me to have a 
fry.  I said, "Are you nuts?  I'll suck it into my lungs!"  She laughed and 
pumped me just the way she knew it would finish me.  I just took a deep 
breath, faced the ceiling with my jaw set, and steeled myself for the 
finish.  I creamed all over her feet and at the final moment, she clamped 
tight and held me fast which was so gratifying to push against.  I was 
breathing heavy and throbbing something fierce.  Her feet were a gooey mess. 
She never looked down, just kept eating.  The cashier was coming with our 
burritos.  She was a short girl, I imagined she was a student from the 
college.  I saw her glance under the table and notice Carol's empty sandals 
on the floor.  Then she looked at my face and saw my forehead profusely 
sweating and said, "are you alright sir?"  I sighed.  As I was about to 
answer, she bent over me and put the burritos on the table and noticed Carol's 
feet in my lap.  I looked up at her in time to see her doing a double take, 
studying the situation in my lap.  Caught in the toes of Carol's right spunk 
covered foot, Carol pointed my member directly at the cashier so that she 
wouldn't miss a detail.  With a surprised expression, the waitress put a 
hand over her mouth and nervously giggled as she left us.  A couple of 
patrons at other tables were craning their necks to figure out what was so 
funny.  Carol let go of me and "accidentally" dropped her napkin which was 
convenient for wiping off her feet.  She kept her feet to herself for the 
rest of the meal.  I pulled my pantleg down, effectively putting myself 
away.  As I say, I never knew what was next.  It took me an hour to lose 
that hard-on.  I thought it would never go away.  What a thrill it was being 
jacked off in the middle of a Taco Bell at the height of lunch hour!

Part 6

The last derogatory event during that weekend was when Carol suggested that 
we go to the movies in the campus theater that evening.  The theater was 
showing Star Trek, the first full length movie with the original cast.  Her 
being a student, we got in very cheap.  We took our seats, right in the 
middle, at about the seventh row.  There were a fair number of people in the 
theater.  A few minutes after the movie started, I heard a few people take 
the seats directly behind us, no big deal.  I would make sure to keep my 
head down, out of their way.  I heard a couple of shoes clap the floor.  The 
way this weekend was going, I'll bet- -too late.  Two feet assaulted me, one 
from each side, clamping clumsily over my nose and mouth.  Giggling again, 
Carol turned to me and whispered, "the left foot belongs to Shelly and the 
right foot belongs to Melissa."  Carol pulled me out of the bottom of my 
trunks with her hand and jacked me while the girls stepped all over my face. 
Their feet were both hot and slimy.  Melissa's rank foot was working my nose 
over pretty good and Shelly was sliding the calloused ball and toes of her 
foot back and forth over my mouth.  Shelly then forcefully curled her toes 
and blindly pushed in on my mouth, her toenails digging into my lips, 
forcing me to open for her toes.  Melissa wasn't far behind as she let go of 
my nose to force her toes into my mouth at the same time.  I licked, sucked 
and pumped.  When Shelly felt me lick at her toes, she splayed them and fed 
them to me.  I faced her foot first in order to get a better advantage at 
sucking in her toes.  Melissa was rubbing my neck and ear, waiting her turn. 
After five minutes, Shelly removed her toes and pushed my cheek so that my 
face spun into Melissa's waiting toes.  Melissa wasted no time in getting 
her toes sucked.  I heard another "clomp" on the floor as Melissa sent her 
other foot over the top of my chair.  She hooked her right foot under my 
chin and pulled my face up toward the ceiling and then took her fresh stink 
ridden toes and cupped them over my nose, stepping down over the length of 
my face.  The fermented slimy toes, hooked into my nostrils, was enough to 
send me as I braced for climax.  Carol knew me well enough and took her left 
hand to cup over my member and caught my spunk.  She licked her hand clean 
while the girls cooperatively worked me over during a majority of the rest 
of the movie.  Fortunately, I had already seen the movie before because I 
didn't see very much of it this time.

That night, Tommi was visiting friends and wouldn't be with us.  Carol and I 
were alone.  We spent time just enjoying each other.  I lay at her feet and 
slowly tasted her familiar toes and enjoyed listening to her familiar 
cooing.  This weekend was exhausting.  It was a taste of heaven and of hell. 
All in all, I wouldn't trade it for the world.  Carol, thank you my love.

From your fellow foot fetisher, Toesuckr