Angie and I in the Twilight Zone
      Submitted on 07/22/05


After I broke up with Carol, I met a girl at my college.  During a typing 
class, I sat next to a girl who was so beautiful, it made me nervous to be 
near her.  I couldn't focus my thoughts and invariably, I made a bumbling 
fool of myself for the first few classes.  As I stand six feet tall, I found 
her to be tall at about five foot ten.  She had a chunky body but it was 
shapely none-the-less.  She had thick, long blonde hair in loose curls down 
her back and I would learn later that she was a part-time model for Vanity 
Fair and also a part-time secretary.  We hit it off right away and could not 
stand to be away from each other even for a day.  Our nine month affair was 
short but it was intense.  Of all the women that I have ever dated, she was 
the most dedicated to sex and the most experimental.  She lived in an 
apartment with a roommate by the name of Patty.  Patty was a slender, 
gentle, soft spoken twenty-something nurse.  After a couple of weeks, I 
moved in with them.  I bought a king sized waterbed and shared it with 
Angie.


During the first couple of weeks, she and I had conventional sex, every 
chance we got, day and night.  Angie had long toes and stinky feet but for 
some reason, I was afraid to approach her about it.  She would paint her 
nails and then let the paint come off on its own, leaving her nails always 
half painted.  At first I found it distasteful but after a while, I found 
that I couldn't stop thinking about her feet.  I found that I really loved 
the way her feet smelled after she wore her canvas-topped flats with rubber 
soles.  Her feet smelled to high-Heaven after wearing those at work for the 
day.  She always complained that they always made her feet sweat but she 
said they were comfortable.  She wore them all the time and it wasn't long 
before the canvas would weaken and breach at the outside of the pinky toe 
and at the tip of the big toe.



I never did confess my secret to her on my own and she never figured it out 
by herself.  Oddly enough, it was her mother who picked up on my attention 
to feet.  Her mother was a bit eccentric and was someone that I wanted to 
steer clear of, but they lived close by and on one occasion, they had 
plumbing trouble.  The trap under a sink in the main bath was old and the 
metal had corroded to a point where it was too thin and leaked.  Angie told 
them that I was handy and that we would drop by, that I would fix it in a 
jiffy.  Well, we got there to find that her father was out working and her 
sisters were playing out in the neighborhood.  Angie went outside to keep an 
eye on her nine year old twin sisters while I worked on the sink.  With my 
tools and a spare trap in hand, I followed her barefoot mother, Sandy, up to 
the main bathroom.  She had some damn pretty feet for a middle aged woman 
and my eyes were fixed on them as we ascended the stairs, her two steps 
ahead of me.  What I didn't realize was that while I was walking up the 
stairs looking at her feet, her head was turned and she was looking in my 
direction and studying me while we made idle chit chat.  As I lifted my gaze 
at the top of the stairs, she made it plain that she had caught me in the 
act because she paused our conversation and had a broad grin on her face. 
Embarrassed, I tried to just stonewall the next moment or two until I could 
focus on the sink.  She finished her thought and told me which sink was 
leaking.  As I opened the vanity door and climbed in on my back, I made note 
that the vanity had been cleared out.  I heard her mumble something from the 
hallway but could not make out what she had said.  I ignored her comment and 
concentrated on the trap.  With the corrosion and rust, I found that the old 
trap was pretty well welded in place.  As I wrestled with the trap, she came 
into the bathroom and repeated her offer, "Are you hungry?  Would you like 
something to eat?"  She stood right beside me and I could see that with her 
right knee bent, that she had her right foot propped up and resting on the 
top of her left foot and heel against her left shin.  I was pretty darn sure 
that she couldn't see my eyes so I just rapped on the trap a couple of times 
to make it seem that I was busy while I just fantasized about her slender 
pedicured feet.  I answered her, "I'm good."  In a sexy voice she insisted, 
"Are you sure you're not hungry?  I thought you looked like you were 
 hungry."  Confused, I froze.  I watched in horror as she lifted her foot 
and made a casual bee-line for my face.  Terrified and excited at the same 
time, my mind shut down.  I felt her soft, hot, dry toes land gently across 
my mouth.  She asked rhetorically, "Are you sure you're not hungry?"  There 
was no way for me to answer.  Her toes were stationary for a few seconds 
before she decided to caress my lips.  I relaxed my lips, making them soft 
and she mashed them.  The smell was delicious, pronounced but not too 
strong.  She said, "I have just what you want."  With that, she pointed her 
toes directly at my mouth, feeling for the part in my lips.  Quickly sensing 
her determination, I made it easy for her entry.  Her toes insisted and I 
opened.  Four toes entered all the way, leaving the pinky toe outside.  She 
rubbed my tongue for a few seconds and then left her foot motionless in my 
mouth studying her handy work, then casually curled her toes against my 
tongue.  I felt her toenails gently scratching.  I had a raging boner which 
ailed me terribly as I needed to situate myself.  I reached out to quickly 
adjust my pants.  She spied this and said, "Well, I was right, eh?"  Still, 
I said nothing.  She pulled her right foot out of my mouth and stepped down 
on the floor with it, now supporting her weight as she spun around as she 
jammed her left foot under my belt and into my pants.  Her toes roughly 
contacted the head of my hard-on which caused me to wince in pain.  She 
lifted her toes, drove further and stepped down hard, twisting her foot as 
though putting out a cigarette.  I felt her through my underpants.  It felt 
great but I was still mortified.  I kept thinking that I didn't want this 
and that Angie would come in at any moment and catch us but I also didn't 
feel comfortable in challenging her either.  Just then, there was a sound 
from downstairs.  She was slow to pull out her foot.  Angie showed up and 
said, "how's it going?"  Sandy simply stated, "I thought I would keep Frank 
company."  I said, "I should be done in about ten minutes."  I finished up 
and we left without another word, glance or anything.  I held my tools in 
front of me, concealing my sexual ardor.


Angie and I got home and Angie, true to form, wanted sex.  We both stripped 
out of our clothing and got busy on the bed.  There was a change however. 
This time she climbed onto the bed on my right side, in reverse.  With her 
feet beside my shoulder and her head down by my knees, she stepped on the 
underside of my chin with her right foot and then stepped across my face 
with her left foot, toes cupped over my nose.  She said, "My Mom told me 
that you have a thing for feet.  That's a new one, let's see."  Her feet 
were delightfully rank!!  I actually had trouble breathing through her toes 
due to the hostile acidic stench burning my lungs and took several shallow, 
half-breaths, acclimating myself.  I almost came before she even started. 
She clamped those toes tightly to my face and proceeded to milk me dry 
orally.  After a short spell where she just idly played with me, using only 
her hands, she orally mounted me again, never diminishing her toe-hold of my 
face the entire time.  Her feet had sweated profusely against my face as she 
made me cum two more times before I opened my mouth because I was breathing 
too heavy for my nose alone.  She felt this and dipped her big toe into my 
mouth while never lessening her grip on my nose with the rest of her toes. 
I continued to suck on my stinky binky for another two orgasms until I made 
her stop due to my sensitivity.  I then made it up to her in a similar 
fashion.  As a matter of fact, she pulled one of my feet to her and 
feverishly sucked on my toes.  I had never had anything like this happen 
before.  I had never even considered it but I found it oddly exhilarating. 
She madly worked my feet over as I sixty-nined her into oblivion four times. 
She was one up on me but she couldn't tolerate cumming another time.  We had 
sex like this through most of our relationship.  Often, we tried to outdo 
each other as a game.  We thought up many games.  Life was good.



Part 2



Once she found out that I liked the way her feet smelled after she wore her 
flats, she would attack me and wrestle with me while I was watching TV or 
playing video games on my Commodore 64 computer.  Always, the object of her 
wrestling with me was to get me into a compromising position to where I 
couldn't defend myself and then she would tease me by putting her raunchy 
feet in my face.  This is how Patty found out about my secret.  Unbeknownst 
to us, she had come home before we did and was sleeping in her room.  I was 
laying on the floor with my head propped up against the foot of the couch, 
watching TV when I had dozed off to sleep.  Angie decided to place my hands 
on my belt buckle, and then sit on my hands.  I woke up immediately when she 
sat down on me.  It was a bit too late as she had my hands trapped under her 
butt.  She said to me, "Did you have a nice nappy?"  With that, she put her 
feet on my face, twisting and contorting my features into all kinds of 
grotesque faces.  She put a big toe into my mouth, letting me suck on it for 
a little bit before snapping it out and causing my mouth to pop from the 
suction.  This was funny to her and she did it again and again.  Patty woke 
up to that repeating sound and wondered what it was.  She came out of her 
room and saw Angie sitting atop me with her left big toe in my mouth and my 
nose caught in the toes of Angie's right foot.  All three of us were 
shocked.  Angie did not move her feet which removed any option of me saying 
anything.  Angie just smiled and said, "We didn't know you were home.  Have 
you ever had your toes sucked?"  Patty said, "No, I couldn't.  I've been 
wearing my nursing clogs for a thirteen hour shift and my feet, well, I just 
couldn't."  Angie sparred with, "Have you ever had them sucked before?" 
Patty said, "No."  Angie followed, "Doesn't it look like fun?"  Patty said, 
"Well, yes it does."  Angie, "How about it Patty?  Frank doesn't mind, do 
you Frank?"  With that, using her toehold on my nose, she shook my face side 
to side.  Angie asked me, "Wouldn't you just love to suck Patty's toes until 
their pruny?"  Then Angie pulled my nose up and down so that I nodded. 
Patty sheepishly smiled and said, "Well, okay", and sat down beside my 
waist.  She slipped out of her white clogs, revealing white knee high 
stockings.  The smell from her feet hit me as it was a wholly different 
smell than Angie's peds but almost as strong- -they were sweaty stinky with 
a subtle hint of a sweet perfume.  Angie folded her legs across my chest, 
opening access to my face for Patty.  Patty put both hosed feet across my 
face and asked, "Does the smell bother you?"  Her sweaty soles dampened my 
face.  I made her feet shake side to side as I shook my head, no.  She said, 
"Are you sure?"  I muffled, "Actually, I really like it".  She removed both 
stockings and stuck all five toes of her left foot into my mouth.  I licked 
between each toe which caused her to laugh pretty hard as I believe that I 
must have been tickling her.  I spent a total of fifteen minutes on her two 
feet.  She thanked me and put her clogs back on saying, "That is 
rejuvenating, Thank you."  Then looking Angie seriously in the eyes, she 
asked, "Do you mind if I make use of him after work from time to time?"  Her 
feet hadn't left my face when Angie picked up where Patty had left off. 
Angie replied, "What's mine is yours, you know that!  Don't be bashful."  I 
apparently didn't have any say, which didn't really bother me any.  Angie 
insisted that I suck on her big toes until they pruned up.



On a separate occasion, I happened to be on the floor, head propped up on 
the couch and watching TV.  Angie, who was sitting on the couch, put her 
bare feet, one on each shoulder, driving me downward with my assistance, so 
that my head was laying flat on the floor.  Then she enveloped my face with 
her feet by stepping down with her feet together, side by side.  She kept me 
like that while she watched the final episode of M*A*S*H.  I wanted to watch 
it too, but she wanted me to stay under her feet.  She stepped on my face 
for the entire two hour show.  She even called her mother and said, "Mom? 
Yeah, Frank is here.  His face is under my feet as we speak.  He likes the 
taste of Patty's feet too.  What?  Yours?  Really?  I didn't know that!  Oh, 
so that's how you knew"  She said, "Mom says that you tasted her feet and 
she can't wait till we come over again."  I was floored and thought that 
Angie would be angry.  Furthermore, I was worried that Angie's father would 
find out.  Later, I found out that he had no interest in feet which left her 
mother feeling somewhat unfulfilled for decades.  He didn't care, as long as 
it didn't progress to anything more intimate.  Angie had some twisted 
interest in seeing me eat her mother's feet and was very excited at the 
prospect.  Her energy actually changed my mind about accommodating her 
mother.



Part 3



The following day, Angie made sure that we went to visit her parents.  We 
were greeted by Sandy at the front door after we knocked.  As the door 
opened, she slipped her right foot out of her Candies clogs and lifted it to 
my face and stepped on my mouth with toes curled, nails poised to dig into 
my lower lip if I didn't readily comply.  I opened up immediately and she 
gruffly jammed her foot into my mouth as far as possible and said, "Why 
hello!  It is good to see you both.  Ang, how have you been?  I would talk 
to Frank but he is busy.  Oh, by the way, Frank, I don't feel enough tongue 
action between my toes."  She started wiggling her calloused, tasty toes in 
my mouth with me still standing outside on the stoop.  Neighbors walking 
around the block could easily see the odd sight.  Double takes made it 
obvious that they were trying to piece together the surrealistic image.  I 
was out there for a minute or better as Angie and Sandy made small talk.  I 
could not believe that I was getting a boner as I was incredibly 
embarrassed.  I think I was excited because of the shock of being assaulted 
without warning.  Angie got a huge charge out of it as she laughed and made 
mention of the neighbors who just passed by.  Finally, Sandy took her foot 
out of my mouth and as she lowered her foot, she stopped and grabbed my 
boner with her toes and quickly squeezed really hard.  I set my jaw, trying 
not to show that I was having a meltdown.  Nothing escaped her watchful eye. 
As her foot slid back into her Candies, she kissed me on the cheek and 
invited me in.  As the twins came down the stairs, all of the shenanigans 
came to an end.  After dinner, the twins went to bed and Angie and I went up 
to tuck them in.  I was afraid of what would happen next.  At this point, 
her father had never spoke to me about this situation and had never been 
present- -I could delude myself into thinking that he didn't know.  When I 
came down the stairs, a minute after Angie, I was rather confused by my 
first impression.  Sandy was sitting at the far end of the dining room table 
and she was flanked on either side by Angie to her right and Angie's father, 
Ray to her left.  There were three bowls of fruit cocktail on the 
table- -not four.  Angie's Mom said, "Care for dessert?"  Bewildered I said, 
"Okay?"  What she said next, hit me in the stomach like Mike Tyson with 
brass knuckles.  In front of Angie and Ray who both remained mute, she 
smiled and said, "Please drop to your knees and crawl to me beneath the 
table.  I want you to be face up under my feet as we feed your dessert to 
you."  I stared at her father looking for a clue- -he didn't seem the 
slightest bit angry and in fact, seemed a bit sheepish and refused to make 
eye contact with me- -just as well, I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone 
too.  I strongly considered leaving but inexplicably, I stayed. 
Inexplicably, I got down, crawled under the length of the table, as I was 
told.  Along the way, I noticed that everyone was now barefoot.   In fact, 
Ray had taken off his strap sandals and they lay, haphazardly cast aside, 
behind his chair.  I glanced at his feet and noticed that they were clean 
feet and had slight hair on his toes.  It seemed to me that I was going to 
get a close up of his feet too, which made me feel ill.  I lay down on my 
back with my head directly between her mother's feet.  She promptly lifted 
both feet and placed them down hard on my face.  With her feet clamped to my 
face, she then moved them in different directions, contorting the features 
of my face saying, "Ooooh, that's sooo nice."  She hooked her left toes into 
my nostrils and pulled my head backward like a bowler gripping and orienting 
a bowling ball before a throw.  With great force applied to my nose, she 
rocked my head back.  With my chin up she said, "Open up."  I complied.  She 
jammed her all of the toes of her right foot into my mouth.  Her foot was 
dry and wonderfully tasty.  Her toes were swimming around in my mouth, 
forcing my tongue between her toes as she barked, "I want to feel your 
tongue, deep between each of my toes, ooohhh.  Ray, look at him.  That's 
what I have been telling you I wanted for two decades."  From under Sandy's 
foot I could just see Ray craning his neck to watch.  I now understood that 
he wasn't angry because he was passive, almost submissive.  As she pulled 
her foot out of my mouth she commanded, "Keep your mouth open and stick out 
your tongue."  From my right, I felt Angie put her right foot under my neck 
to support my head.  As Angie's left foot mounted my tongue, she scissored 
the clefts between her toes, up and down my tongue.  She and her mother were 
giggling and mumbling something above the table.



My mind was mostly focused on Ray.  I kept wondering when he would get 
involved and whether he would kick my face in.  Then it happened.  I heard 
Sandy say, "Ray, dip your toes in his mouth, it's spectacular!  Go on now!" 
I felt Angie's foot leave my face.  Then I watched as he slowly lifted his 
left foot and brought it to my face.  I felt the heat of his foot just 
before he contacted my lips with his hot toes- -they were dry and felt like 
they just came out of an oven.  Angie's father carefully put his toes on my 
mouth.  Sandy got exasperated and screamed, "Ray, for God's sake, don't be 
bashful!  Reach in and rub that tongue!"  With that, she jammed both of her 
big toes into my mouth and roughly pulled my cheeks outward until my lips 
were stretched to their limit and then she shifted my wide gaping mouth 
toward Ray.  I felt him insert his toes into my mouth and gently down onto 
my tongue and say, "It feels weird but not bad."  I tasted a bit of salt and 
the leather of his sandals.  As he warmed up to the idea, he forced his toes 
down over my tongue.  The taste wasn't bad.  With her big toes buried deep 
in my cheeks, Sandy shook my head a little and warned me to, "Give him 
tongue action like you do for me!  I want to see you force that tongue in 
between those toes!"  Ray began to rub my tongue and I began to swipe the 
underside of his toes.  He started to giggle which sickened me a bit but in 
spite of that, I jammed my tongue between his toes and scrubbed away the 
toejam.  I felt quite a bit of tasty grit trapped between my tongue and his 
toes.  I was in total disbelief that I was growing a raging hard-on!  Angie 
saw it, pointed to my boner and said, "Look Mom!  Frank really likes Dad's 
feet!"- -NO WAY!  SHE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!  As I swirled my tongue around 
his toes, I felt the hair on his toes follow my tongue.  It grossed me out 
but not enough because I could not get that bloody hard-on to go away.  In 
spite of my disgust, I was apparently excited by the "wrongness" of this act 
which bothered me to no end but there it was for all to see. . .that 
infernal boner.  Damn.  Then a funny thing happened.  One or more toe hairs 
got caught in between my teeth as he started rubbing against my tongue. 
Startled, Ray yanked his foot out of my mouth yelping, "Ouch, I think Frank's 
teeth pulled hair out of my big toe!  Damn that hurts!"  They all had a 
great laugh over that.  I explored my teeth to find that I did indeed, have 
hair caught between my teeth.  I took a quick opportunity to caress the 
softening calloused flesh of Sandy's flexed toes gripping my cheeks to which 
she responded, "Aren't you precious?", but she wouldn't let go- -after all, 
she still had something to prove to her husband- -how fun foot fetishism 
really is.  Ray was quickly getting into the spirit of it and used the toes 
of his wet left foot to grab my chin and steady my face while using the toes 
of his right foot to grab my nose.  I glanced up at his face to see him 
overcome by the moment.  I saw a shit eating grin on his face as he was 
concentrating on the task of his feet.  With his toes curled over my nose, 
he gently took his left foot and set it down on my open mouth, the middle 
section of his sole between my jaws so that he cut off my breathing through 
my mouth.  As I began to noisily attempt to catch my breath through my nose, 
adrenaline consuming the oxygen in my body, Ray made sure that I was 
breathing through the toes of his right foot.  He rubbed my nose and splayed 
his toes.  He proclaimed, "This IS fun.  Sandy, I'm sorry that I didn't 
listen to you all those years."  Sandy said, "Frank, how do his toes taste?" 
I nodded.  She said, "How do they smell?"  Ray caressed my nose under his 
toes.  I nodded again.  Laughing, Angie said, "Honey, I see your heartbeat 
in your pants!"  She was right.  To my chagrin, I was throbbing in pain. 
Ray lifted his left foot out of my mouth and gripped my chin again to twist 
my head further toward him so that he could insert his right foot into the 
gaping hole of my mouth, bound by my lips and Sandy's big toes.  As his sole 
and toes touch my tongue, there was a fresh burst of flavor.  Sandy said, 
"Look at you honey!"  Careful not to lose any more hair, he rubbed my tongue 
vigorously.  He made an effort to grab my tongue between his toes and rub, I 
guess to suggest that I should clean in between those toes too.  I obliged. 
Finally he said, "Well, that was something new!"  I thought, "Yeah, no 
 shit!"  He removed his feet and said, "Frank, thank you for letting me try 
something different.  Honey, I think we ought to turn in", and then he 
walked up the stairs.  Sandy looked down at me and whispered, "Thank you, I 
think it worked."  With her big toes still in my mouth, she loosened her 
grip and flexed her toes up and down, rubbing the inside and outside of my 
cheeks between her toes.  Angie dropped the heel of her right foot down on 
my hard-on and ground against it.  Whoa, did that feel good!  I grabbed her 
ankle and lifted her foot trying to say, "Might have an accident."  Sandy's 
toes made the words come out funny but they both understood.  Giddy, Sandy 
said, "I hate to take my toes out of your mouth but I believe that I now 
have another mouth to fill upstairs!  Good night to the both of you.  Lock 
up as you leave."



During the drive home Angie said, "That was a nice thing you did for my 
parent's relationship."  I said, "You're welcome, I think.  You know, that 
was the most screwed up evening that have ever had in my life.  I am still 
playing with your Dad's toe hair between my teeth.  I can't wait to floss."



Part 4



On one other occasion, we were driving to my Grandmother's house, five hours 
away when Angie got bored half way through the trip and decided to tease me 
while I was driving.  I happened to be in the fast lane when she slid her 
feet out of her sandals and put them on the middle of the dashboard.  She 
knew that I would fix on them.  She waited until my pants tented up and then 
swung her feet around to assault me while I was helpless.  She planted her 
left foot directly on my right cheek and reached her right foot across the 
front of my face, brushing my nose with her big toe as her shin went under 
my chin.  Then pulling her foot to press the top of her right foot against 
my left cheek, she squeezed my face between her feet.  I simply could not 
keep my lane.  Our car swerved in our lane.  I told her, "You're killing me 
and I may kill us!"  She said, "I know, I'm sorry, let me make it up to 
 you."  At 60 mph, she bent over my lap, unzipped my zipper and freed my 
boner.  She then set out to finish me off while the car haphazardly careened 
down the road at an unsafe and erratic speed.  With her long, loose, blonde, 
curls bouncing all over the front seat, she was oblivious to everything else 
as she concentrated on her task.  I was losing my concentration for the road 
too.  I caught my speed at 80mph, 20mph over the speed limit and had to 
adjust.  A few minutes later, the car was filled with the sound of automatic 
gunfire as the car had wandered onto the narrow shoulder of the road, over 
the rumble zone just beyond the white line.  I opened my eyes. . .I OPENED 
MY EYES!  Goddammit!  I can't let that happen again!  I thought that it 
would be prudent to pull over but there were guard rails on both sides of 
the road and no room to pull over.  There were 50 miles between exits and we 
had just passed one.  Also, neither one of us wanted her to stop- -that was 
not an option- -she was a master and she had me hooked.  Well, a couple of 
minutes later, we just started down a long, straight, shallow grade when she 
decided to finish me.  Straight-armed, I braced against the steering wheel, 
determined to keep the car going straight while a took a mental vacation for 
fifteen seconds.  When I came to, we were most of the way down the grade and 
miraculously still in the fast lane.  We were traveling at about 90mph and 
being dogged by trucker in a semi who caught up to us on our right and had 
matched our speed.  With his elevated point of view, he had apparently seen 
enough to be exuberantly happy because when we both looked in his direction, 
he was madly signing a thumb's-up at us and honking his horn, all the while, 
sporting an ear-to-ear grin.  We repeated the sign back to him, Angie spun 
around and jammed her right foot into my mouth for his benefit.  She was 
laughing hard and I was taking a moment to swirl my tongue around those 
toes, grabbing up all the flavor I could as I slowed our speed back to 
something normal.  We were in eyeshot of the trucker who stayed behind us 
until he took the next exit.


I still can't believe that I didn't get a ticket or kill anyone that day. 
What a rush!  I was traveling through another dimension -- a dimension not 
only of sight and sound but of mind.  A journey into a wondrous land whose 
boundaries are that of imagination.  That's a signpost up ahead: my next 
stop: the Twilight Zone! (cr~Rod Serling)


From your fellow foot fetisher, Toesuckr