Cherie and company
      Submitted on 09/25/05


After Angie, I met Cheryl at my college whom I eventually married.  She was 
5'8", 125 lbs, used to be a cheerleader back in high school, well built, 
long haired, brunette and the third of four siblings.  Before I met her, she 
had never given a thought to her petite, fleshy, size 8 feet.  She sometimes 
wore sandals but never polished her nails.  She took great care of her feet 
as they were never dirty or calloused and her nails were always groomed. 
After dating for about four months, she and I were alone in my car at a 
drive-in theater one warm summer night when I first made her aware of my 
desire.  In the ambiance of the dim illumination cast from the monster 
screen thirty yards off, and the tinny, distorted soundtrack emanating from 
the small speaker caught in my driver-side window, Cherie slid her feet out 
of her sandals and hoisted them up onto the front face of the dashboard. 
She was idly flexing her toes for a moment to stretch them and to get 
comfortable during which her toes made a cracking sound once or twice.  She 
had no idea that her feet were consuming my attention as she stared forward, 
eating candy coated almonds.  After studying her feet for about 10 minutes, 
I decided to placate my desire to have those feet as it was obvious that I 
would not see much of the movie.  I whispered to her, "Are you comfortable 
with your knees drawn up to your chest like that?  Why don't you swing them 
over here and I'll rub your feet for you?"  She asked, "Oh yeah?  My feet 
probably smell."  I quickly followed with, "No problem."  I started to 
tingle in my loins as she gingerly placed her peds in my lap.  She quickly 
glanced and mentioned, "That feels very nice."  She was focused on the movie 
and her almonds.  I twisted sideways so that I was directly facing her soles 
and lifted her foot.  I studied the sole of her flawless foot as I slowly 
drew my face closer to within inches of her foot.  Her foot was damp between 
the toes and I had no trouble smelling her worn sandals, evident from her 
toes.  Her foot was lifeless as I fiddled with her toes and firmly kneaded 
her sole.  I figured that I would lick at her toes.  She might not even 
notice.  I glanced at her face- -still fixed forward- -good.  I kneaded the 
sole with my hands to free up her toes and slowly pressed my lips and nose 
into the underside of her toes.  I slowly inhaled, savoring the bouquet.  I 
closed my eyes and recorded all of the input from my senses into my mind.  I 
need to taste- -I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue to the ball of her 
sole.  "Aahhh, there it is", I thought to myself- -"exquisite."  I gently 
rubbed my tongue around on her sole, picking up more flavor as my tongue 
explored more territory along her sole.  I was consumed by this moment and 
was wholly focused on her toes- -everything else was out of scope.  My 
thought was that I would know when she figured it out because she would jerk 
her foot back or she would say something.  So far, her foot had remained 
catatonic.  Emboldened, I licked the bottoms of her toes with long, heavy 
strokes.  The flavor intensified and my eyes remained closed.  Blood thickly 
coursed through my veins as I became acutely aware of my eager heart 
throughout my body.  As though fate had already carved a highway for me, I 
slowly, intrepidly pushed my tongue between her toes, knowing that this 
would get her attention if I didn't have it already.  I worked my tongue 
against the deepest point in the clefts between her toes, one after the 
other.  The flavor was a meal that left me sated and famished at the same 
time.  I sensed that she was aware yet my eyes remained obstinately 
shut- -no recognition in her still lifeless foot and no utterance of noise 
from her lips.  I slowly slid my lips around her big toe and gently sucked 
it in.  With my lips locked around the base of her toe, I danced my tongue 
in a ballet, slowly and methodically over her entire toe.  I then backed 
that toe out and fixed on the other four together.  I reveled in the 
geometry of her toes, playing around them with my tongue and storing her toe 
grit in my cheeks for later.  After thoroughly bathing her toes clean, I 
opened my eyes and looked at her face with her toes still in my mouth and my 
tongue caressing them.  She was studying me with the same intensity as I was 
studying her foot.  Her face was as lifeless as her foot- -her eyes 
unblinking and face devoid of all expression.  With a slurping sound I 
sucked all the juice from between her toes and squeezed her toes with my 
lips as I lowered her foot back into my lap.  I gently said, "A penny for 
your thoughts."  She began hoarsely, cleared her throat and quietly said, 
"Nobody has ever done that before."  I asked, "Good thing?"  As though 
hypnotized, she looked right through me and said, "yes."  I asked, "May I do 
the other?"  She replied, "please" as she impatiently lifted her other foot 
directly to my lips.  It didn't take a genius to see that she was hooked.



She thought that my fixation on her feet was fun and harmless.  She loved to 
flirt with me using her feet around her friends and family.  She was by no 
means an exhibitionist.  She knew what affect her feet had on me but her 
carefree attitude around her family told me that she didn't really get 
it- -she didn't associate it as a risqué thing so much as she thought of it 
like a little kid, trying to do something outrageous and silly in an 
innocent way.  In fact, as she would put me in one embarrassing moment after 
another, her innocence about it disarmed me and I found that I wasn't all 
that embarrassed about it either.  Her family used to get a kick out of it 
too, and for the most part seemed to view it as harmless.  In fact, on one 
or two occasions, some of them joined in too.



Part 2



Cherie, her mother Tootie, and myself were together at her mom's house 
watching TV one afternoon.  Cherie and I were both laying prone on the 
floor, face toward the TV with her mother behind us, watching from an 
easy-chair.  We were both wearing long jeans and tee-shirts.  I was wearing 
sneaks and socks and she was barefoot.  We had been watching for about a 
half hour when Cherie got up to go to the bathroom.  When she came back, she 
told me to roll over onto my back.  I didn't think much of that request and 
cooperated.  Then she said, "Give me your hands."  Well, it looked to me 
like she was going to pull me up off the floor and take me somewhere.  I was 
wrong.  I offered my hands to her and prepared to help her hoist me up when 
she grabbed hold of my wrists, put a foot across my chest, just below my 
neck and pushed me down on the floor.  I was a bit confused because she knew 
that her mother was directly behind her, studying every move she was making, 
so I was unprepared for this bold attack.  After succeeding in knocking me 
to the floor, she sat on my belt line and since my knees were up already, 
she reclined against my knees, locking my legs in place with her upper body 
weight.  As quickly as this happened, I didn't sense anything threatening 
and offered no resistance.  Then, she quickly brought both feet directly to 
my face and planted both such that her heels were on my chin and her toes 
were clamped down across the breadth of my forehead and my nose was trapped 
between her arches.  Cherie and her mother were both laughing at this folly. 
I was embarrassed, flush and completely befuddled beneath Cherie's feet.  I 
attempted a feeble resistance by trying to pull my wrists free but she 
retained her hold on me.  I also attempted to whip my head from side to side 
but with my nose between her arches, she kept my head centered effortlessly. 
She kept me like that for some time as I made weak attempts to free myself. 
My face began to sweat a little.  She sensed this and lifted her feet and 
wiped the sweat from my brow with her toes, then she wiped them on my shirt 
and return them to my face.  As her feet were brought to my face again, she 
brought the balls of both feet to either side of my nose, her toes just 
under my eyes.  She brought them together, pinching my nose between both 
feet.  I thought that I would have fun with her too.  I licked the arches of 
her feet, knowing that this would tickle her, she laughed and brought her 
feet lower, trying to trap my tongue between the balls of her feet.  I was 
purposefully slow in drawing in my tongue, letting her succeed.  With my 
tongue between her feet, she covered my nose with her toes.  This smelled 
and tasted especially wonderful and I studied her expression.  She was 
simply playing and having fun.  I couldn't help wondering what her mother 
was thinking- -she said nothing.  In fact, Tootie sat giggling and watching 
the entire episode without a break.



Just then, her sister Karen, two years older, and her friend Matti (Matilda) 
came in the door with a few bags from shopping.  They took a moment to 
marvel at what was going on and then Cherie said, "I need help, he's 
stronger than me and I think he's going to get free", which was bull crap 
because I wasn't really fighting.  Now I was becoming uncomfortable as this 
was getting out of hand.  As though they had rehearsed this (I knew it was 
spontaneous) both girls sat down on the couch and stripped off their 
footwear.  "What the hell do they have in mind?" I wondered, although I was 
getting the idea.  Karen slipped out of her clogs and socks and Matti 
unzipped her tall boots to reveal that she had nothing on her feet inside 
the boots.  Karen laughed and said, "God Matti!, your feet . . . whew!  My 
God!  Frank, better you than me!"  Matti just laughed saying, "I've had 
these boots for a while and they do make my feet hot."  Then the girls each 
took hold of one of my hands and sitting on my right side, Karen showed 
Matti how to sit on the floor holding my wrist with both of her hands and 
then wrap her legs around my arm trapping my arm between her thighs, and 
then her feet both pressed up against the side of my face.  Matti, a fast 
study, quickly followed suit on the left side of me.  When Matti put her 
hot, wet feet on my head, I understood what Karen was saying.  Matti was 
having fun with this and was scissoring and splaying her toes over my nose 
to give me the full odiferous effect.  With my arms held fast between their 
thighs and head clamped down between their four feet,  Cherie relaxed and 
played with my face using her toes, rubbing my cheeks, rubbing my nose 
between her toes, making me kiss her toes, etc.  Karen's feet were sweaty 
but they didn't smell very strong.  Matti's feet were getting to me.  As 
turned on as I was, I was getting just a little ill at the smell of Matti's 
feet.  I said, "Geez, your feet are really s."  Just then, both girls 
decided to stifle my objections by clamping their toes down over my mouth. 
Matti's slimy toes were slipping on my lips as she curled her toes, 
impressing the flesh of my lips.  Cherie was just sitting on me with her 
feet on the floor on either side of me.  I was going crazy and wanted 
something to grind my boner against but there was nothing- -Cherie was 
sitting too high on my abs and I couldn't do that in front of Tootie anyway. 
Cherie asked if Karen and Matti could hold me and they both tightened up and 
said, "yes" and "no problem".  Oh, I was firmly held in place alright.  With 
four feet, they also had an intense hold on my head too.  As Cherie was 
getting up, she said, "I'll be right back, I'm going to get a camera."  I 
didn't want her to expose my boner and I didn't want her to get the camera 
either.  As I tried to voice my objection, I tried my best to say something 
but Karen and Matti only doubled their efforts to keep me in place.  It 
really was no contest.  I opened my mouth to protest and Matti used that 
moment to push her second toe into my mouth.  I tried to eject it with my 
tongue but she wouldn't let me.  She just forced it in deeper and more 
forcefully, eventually getting her big toe in too.  God, her toes tasted 
wonderfully potent!  I could not help myself and started licking Matti's 
toes.  She and Karen both started making a huge deal out of it with Karen 
saying, "EEewww, Matti's toes are in Frank's mouth!"  Matti started laughing 
saying, "Aaahh, that tickles, Frank is licking my toes!"  They yelled this 
through the house so Cherie could hear.  With my jaws already ajar, Karen 
decided that she needed to get her toes licked too as she suddenly started 
furiously working her toes into my mouth.  Karen bounced my head with little 
taps from her other foot telling me, "I want you to lick my toes too!"  I 
began to lick her toes as well.  I really enjoyed the taste of Karen's toes 
and naturally forced my tongue between her big toe and second toe to get 
more taste.  When I did that, she laughed out loud and said, "Ooooo, that 
tickles but it feels good, do it again.  Matti, he put his tongue between my 
toes and it feels pretty cool."  Matti started to bounce my head to get my 
attention again.  Matti said, "Well?  Do me too!"  I began to jam my tongue 
in between Matti's toes, separating her toes with my tongue.  The slime 
between her toes was bursting with flavor and she squealed with delight. 
Foot fetishism was apparently new to everyone and we were all determined to 
make the most of this golden moment.  As Cherie came into the room with a 
camera and laughing, Karen and Matti were still stuffing my cheeks with 
toes.  Karen then said, "We need to make this good for the camera!"  Tootie 
giggled on in disbelief.  My boner was clearly visible but nobody drew 
attention to it and I gave up hope of getting any relief.  I kept my legs 
closed to obscure it from Tootie's view.  Cherie warmed up the camera and 
snapped off a few pics as Matti and Karen gripped my face a few different 
ways.  A few extra close-up pics and then it was over.  The girls let go of 
me, got up and redressed their feet.  As we studied the pictures which would 
be shown to all the family and used as blackmail through the years, it was 
interesting to see that a majority of my face was red in the shape of Cherie's 
footprints where she had kept her feet so long- -toeprints clearly evident 
on my forehead.  Karen kept the pictures and brought them out many times to 
show friends in my company.  It was not malicious but it was embarrassing 
time and again.  It seemed clear to me that the entire family viewed this 
event as a kind of hazing, similar to being forced to smell a brother's 
armpit- -merely embarrassing, not sexual.



Part 3



One Saturday afternoon, Cherie and I went to visit her parents to go 
swimming in their in-ground, backyard pool.  It was common for us to do so 
in the summer, along with her siblings and their significant others.  By 
now, Karen had a boyfriend.  On this particular occasion, Cherie and I had 
been been sitting on the edge of the pool near the shallow end for about a 
half hour with our feet dangling in the water, just soaking up the solar 
rays and relaxing.  Karen and her boyfriend Mark, showed up and quickly 
donned their bathing suits and joined Cherie and I at the pool.  Karen got 
onto a float in the water and Mark, in a playful spirit, stepped down on the 
top of her head in an effort to drive her under the water, near the water's 
edge.  He wasn't very successful as she was quickly driven away from the 
edge of the pool, away from his influence.  She made a wild attempt to grab 
at his foot to pull him in without success.  This footplay gave me a hard-on 
that I wasn't even really aware of.  Cherie giggled and left the pool area 
to get something to drink.  Influenced by this suggestion, Mark joined her 
in the house to get himself something to drink as well.  Karen continued to 
float around in the pool.  I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the hot sun as 
it radiated into my back.  After a minute or two, I felt a sensation that 
shot through me like an arrow.  It was Karen who had quietly worked herself 
over to me and placed her left toes directly over my hard-on, tightly 
gripping the head of my dick.  She promptly whispered, "I see your woodie 
and I know why.  The last time I saw it, Matti and I controlled you with our 
feet."  She stared into my eyes, shielding her eyes from the sun as she 
worked and manipulated me with her toes.  Whenever her float threatened to 
float away, she would toe-grip my dick through my suit and pull herself 
close again, using my genitals as her anchor.  When she would do this, I 
could only close my eyes, set my jaw and quietly groan to myself- -she knew. 
Karen sported an ear-to-ear grin as she continued this game until Cherie 
opened the backdoor to come back to the pool.  I gently entered the pool so 
I could effectively cover my salute to Karen.  Karen was always casually 
finding ways to brush my face with her toes.  Normally, she would do what 
she could in good taste, to mess with me since it became apparent to me that 
she just wanted to see me get hard- -it must have been a kick to give me a 
raging hard-on with such ease.  No one ever appeared to have noticed.



Later that day we appeared to be alone again, she was laying face-down on a 
raft in the pool with her feet dangling off the end.  I happened to be 
laying face-down across a tube.  Both of us were just dozing, floating 
around in the pool.  I had actually fallen asleep.  I was gently awakened to 
the sound of Karen giggling, my face cradled in her feet.  She had 
maneuvered her feet under my face and was holding my face, covered with her 
feet, her toes curled under my chin.  I figured, "what the hell?" and stuck 
my tongue out, running my tongue up and down between her feet.  She 
responded by loosening her grip with her left foot, splaying her toes and 
working my tongue between her toes.  I heard her whisper, "that feels 
wonderful."  She stopped and said, "suck".  I opened and let her find my 
mouth.  It was great to feel her toes forced into my mouth.  I sucked on her 
delectable toes for all I was worth.  We did that for about five minutes 
because it would not have been a good thing to be caught.



On a different day, I was in the pool and idly hanging under the diving 
board.  Gripping the edges of the board with my hands, I was dangling in the 
water with my eyes closed.  Cherie had gone to the store to get groceries 
for dinner.  I heard a noise, opened my eyes and saw Karen and Matti 
entering the pool area.  I greeted them, closed my eyes and continued to 
hang there.  Karen quietly ran over and jumped onto the board, stepping on 
each of my hands, proclaiming her victory over locking me to the board.  She 
asked me if I could get away.  I tried but there was no way.  It was 
fascinating to feel her feet soft upon my hands but so heavy that I could 
not free them.  She said, "Good.  Matti, come here."  She explained, "I want 
you to crawl between my legs, out to the end of the board, sit and face me. 
Then I want you to drop your legs over each side of the board . . ."  Matti 
interrupted, "I know where you are going with this, say no more."  Matti did 
as she was instructed.  I felt the board bounce as she assumed the position. 
Then I saw her legs drop down on either side of me.  Then she blindly felt 
for my face and forced both of her big toes into my mouth.  She wiggled them 
alternately in my mouth, playing with my cheeks.  She had fun stretching my 
cheeks out.  She put her left foot behind my head to steady it as she fed as 
much of her right foot into my mouth as she could.  She wiggled her toes in 
my mouth.  The cheesy flavor that came from her feet was incredible.  I 
think she must have had some kind of fungus because her feet were more 
potent than most feet I have known.  Her toes scratched at my tongue and I 
madly licked and sucked back.  They had fun with me for what seemed like 
fifteen minutes before we heard Cherie's car drive into the gravel driveway. 
Then Karen stepped off my hands and let me drop into the water.  Those girls 
were always scheming to jam toes into my mouth.



Later during supper, we had been joined by friends of Tootie's, Lester and 
Ginny.  There were roughly a dozen of us were gathered and eating.  We were 
in the screened porch and all eating ribs and corn on the cob.  I was still 
sporting a bit of a hard-on when I took my seat at the picnic table across 
from Karen and Ginny.  I did what I could to disguise my salute but Karen 
was still smiling from our play in the pool.  Karen started telling the 
story behind the blackmail pictures to Les and Ginny.  By now, I just 
ignored her as I knew there was no stopping her.  I would only make it worse 
by protesting.  Shortly thereafter, I felt Karen step on my groin under the 
table.  I felt her establish a toehold on my hard-on.  She did so without 
any expression.  After about five minutes, I felt the toes gently yank up 
and down.  I started to throb.  I stood up a little to reach for the potato 
salad but the toes held fast to me through my bathing suit.  As I stood up, 
I expected Karen to rock a bit in her seat but to my utter amazement, it was 
Ginny who rocked back!!  Having been found out, she simply smiled at me and 
winked as she chewed her food.  I took a cob of corn and sloppily missed my 
plate so it would fall to the floor.  I then kicked it under the table.  I 
groaned at my apparent stupidity and headed under the table to retrieve it, 
obscured by the tablecloth which hung off the table by quite a margin.  My 
aim was to quickly taste Ginny by sucking in her big toe, knowing that there 
would be no objection.  She apparently had the same notion because she let 
go of my groin and searched for my face with her foot.  I quickly guided it 
into my mouth.  I tasted her sweat and the rubber of her flip-flops.  Her 
wrinkled feet were a delightful and unexpected surprise.  I quickly jammed 
my tongue between a couple of toes and was promptly kicked in the chin by 
Karen who was searching for my face too.  She felt Ginny's foot and my face. 
I quickly snatched up my corn and returned to the table.  Ginny was smiling 
and eating her corn as though nothing had happened.  Karen's mouth was agape 
as she looked at me and then to Ginny and then back to me.  Fortunately, no 
one else picked up on Karen's astonishment.  Karen didn't say a word and I 
am thankful.



Part 4



I always lay on the floor to watch TV.  The floor was not comfortable but 
invariably, feet were always thrust in my face by whomever happened to be 
sitting on the couch beside me.  Matti once sat on the end of the couch 
while I was laying on the floor and she extended her legs so that her feet 
were directly below my face and crossed at the ankle.  She pretended like 
she was watching TV but I knew better.  She was scissoring her seemingly 
toe-jammed toes, rubbing them against each other as though they itched.  Her 
feet were steamy and wonderfully potent as usual.  I knew they had just come 
out of her shoes because the humidity rose off her feet directly into my 
nose.  There was no one else in the room at the time so I gently reached 
down and put my lips around the end of her right big toe.  I worked my 
tongue over the end of the toe.  I heard her say, "That's it, go for it, I 
know you like them."  She splayed them apart and forced her big toe entirely 
into my mouth.  I worked the grime from her toe as I heard someone entering 
the room.  I lifted my head to find that it was Karen followed by her 
mother.  Karen sat down next to Matti and put her feet up on my back.  She 
looked down at Matti who was now brazenly rubbing my throat with her stinky 
feet.  Karen saw this and noticed Matti's big toe glistening from my saliva, 
smiled and said to me, "You're something else."  Matti never let up in 
Tootie's presence.  She continued to pinch the skin on my throat between her 
toes, trying to get a reaction out of me.  The smell was really overcoming 
me but I was steadfast in my resolve to not make a scene in front of Tootie. 
My neck was very red from all of Matti's toe abuse.  During commercials when 
Tootie was reading the Reader's Digest, Matti would gently lift her foot and 
place her toes on my mouth or over my nose.  I trusted that she was being 
discrete enough to hide it from Tootie.  Karen smiled and looked on, while 
keeping her feet on my back.



Part 5



Cherie and I had a habit of watching TV in the basement on the couch. 
Cherie happened on, what would quickly become a habit, by accident (I 
think).  We were on the couch at opposite ends, me laying along the length 
of the couch with my head propped up by the chair-arm, and my feet dangling 
off the front-edge of the couch.  Her head was at the opposite end of the 
couch and her bare feet were up on my chest.  We were both clad in long 
jeans and tee-shirts.  Her younger brother was in front of us, sitting with 
his back to us and playing computer games on the TV.  Cherie complained that 
her toes were cold.  Using her heels, she drove my tucked in tee-shirt, out 
of my pants and tucked her feet under my shirt.  Then came the spontaneous 
moment . . . she was massaging my abs with her toes and then nonchalantly 
straightened her legs, driving her toes upward and out the neck hole of my 
tee-shirt.  It happened very quickly and took me by surprise.  I think it 
surprised her too as she was studying the computer game when she felt her 
toes land upon the under side of my chin.  Embarrassed, I tried to remove 
her feet but she kept her legs locked straight and promptly gripped my chin 
with the toes of both feet.  My shirt locked her feet in place and I was 
powerless to do anything.  Frantic, I pointed at her brother, trying to make 
her stop.  She said, "Louie, look what I've got."  Oh great!  He turned and 
laughed which told me that he must have seen the blackmail pictures by now. 
He resumed playing his game.  Using my tee-shirt as leverage, Cherie pointed 
her feet, driving my chin down to my chest.  She then grabbed my nose 
between the toes of her left foot.  She then grabbed my left cheek with her 
right foot by curling her toes.  She just held me like that for what seemed 
like half an hour.  Louie looked back a few times and laughed.  At one point 
he asked, "doesn't that stink?"  I tried to answer but Cherie clamped her 
left foot down across my mouth and said, "Frankie simply loves my feet.  He 
can't get enough.  He once told me that he really likes the smell of Matti's 
feet."  As that may have been true, I never said anything like that but I 
never got the chance to rebut.  Louie responded, "No Way!!  Matti's feet are 
the worst!"  Oh well, that's how rumors get started.  After a couple of 
minutes, Louie gave Cherie the TV remote and left.  About ten minutes later, 
Cherie's friend Robin was coming down the stairs.  I quickly fought to get 
up but Cherie only strengthened her grip on my face to hold me in place. 
She wanted Robin to see my predicament.  Cherie said, "Robin, look what I've 
got here."  At first, Robin couldn't see because she was behind the couch, 
but as she got closer, she looked down to see my face under Cherie's 
clenching feet and said, "Is that Frankie boy?  Does he like feet?"  Cherie 
beamed, "Yes he does."  Smiling from ear to ear, Robin continued, "Do you 
think he would like mine?"  Cherie answered, "No doubt.  Wanna see?"  I was 
mortified but my fear made me grow a raging hard-on.  Robin didn't say 
another word.  She just sat on the back of the couch directly over my head. 
She placed her feet on the arm of the couch.  As she removed her pumps, she 
revealed very sexy bare feet with wrinkled soles.  The smell was almost as 
bad as Matti's which excited me all the more.  Cherie removed her feet and 
placed them under my chin.  I felt the heat of Robin's feet just before she 
placed her wet feet onto my face.  She placed her right foot across my 
forehead and used her left to rub my lips.  Robin commanded, "How do mine 
smell sweety?  Open up, I know you want it."  I didn't fight it at all.  I 
saw that Robin's cute toes were sporting a dull purple polish as she pointed 
them, looking for me to allow access.  I obliged.  She very sexily licked 
her lips as she slowly traced my lips with her big toe, and then let her 
toes glide gently past my teeth.  Her moves were fluid as she gently traced 
and explored my tongue and teeth.  She was seducing me with the grace of her 
tasty and gritty toes.  It occurred to me that something else was 
happening- -it was Cherie, undoing my pants.  She had already undone my 
belt.  She said, "Look at the effect you have on him!"  I tried to stop her 
but she easily kept my hands at bay with her knees.  Robin said, "Cherie, 
you're so bad!"  Cherie retorted, "It's not like you haven't seen one of 
these before!"  Robin continued, "Yeah, but not Frank's!"  Cherie exposed me 
and they both watched and giggled as I throbbed in the air.  This was 
ridiculous for me and I was terribly embarrassed.  Cherie then grabbed a 
hold of me with both of her hands and gently worked me, not to finish me but 
just to feel me.  She said, "Wow, you can feel the steam".  I was captured 
by the feel of Robin working my tongue with her potent toes, Cherie's toes 
gripping the sides of my lower jaw and Cherie's cold hands slowly caressing 
me.  The coolness of her hands on my hot member felt truly incredible. 
Robin took her right foot from my forehead and put it over my nose, mostly 
covering my eyes too.  She gently gripped my nose with her slimy toes and I 
relished it.  Her toes possessed a high degree of finesse as she gently 
captured my features.  I looked up at Robin again and she was still working 
her lips with her tongue- -my God, she looked so sexy doing that.  We played 
for another half hour before we were all called up for supper.



Part 6



Cherie enjoyed riding on my motorcycle with me and we did it often.  Once, 
we were returning from an afternoon with my parents.  During our trip home 
along the highway at dusk, Cherie took advantage of my hands affixed to the 
handlebars.  She removed her sandals and lifted her feet around my waist and 
placed them directly upon my genitals.  As she ground her heels into my 
groin, I grew rapidly.  I yelled back to her that it felt incredible but 
implored her not to excite me too much as it would be dangerous.  She 
promised.  She unzipped my pants and freed me.  She held me between her 
soles in my hardened state, gently working the head of my hard-on with her 
toes for the better part of an hour.  I remember precious little about the 
journey, only the feeling of her peds encompassing my manhood.  What a great 
way to travel on a motorcycle.



From your fellow foot fetisher, Toesuckr