Squeaks
      Submitted on 10/25/07


I guess that I have never been much good at hiding my desire for feet.  My 
wife is well acquainted with my fetish to be told in a different story, "My 
Wife, My Lust".  She and I have always been discrete but on one occasion, we 
were playing on the bed late one night after the kids had gone to bed but 
had forgotten to lock the door.  My wife was covering my face with her feet 
and forcing her toes into my mouth and forcing me to lick in between her 
toes.  Suddenly, I noticed that the bedroom door was slightly ajar.  This 
startled me and I bolted upright.  The door gently closed and bumped the jam 
when it shut- -clearly not our imagination.  I smiled to my wife and asked 
if she locked the door.  She smiled back and mocked me, "well, I thought you 
locked the door!"  We both knew the answer.  We didn't know who had caught 
us right then, but I would find out going forward that it was my 18 year old 
daughter, Squeaks.  That was the beginning.



Let me tell you a little about that girl.  My wife is domineering and my 
daughter aspires to be very much like her.  However, my daughter is much 
more devious and sneaky.  I am considered the disciplinarian and authority 
figure in my family.  Also, I am a body builder and this makes a suitable 
target for my daughter to attempt to dominate.  She has always tried to do 
so since she was old enough to speak.  She was never very successful at it 
until she caught my wife and I that night.  Then I noticed that she began to 
nose through my corners of the house.  She went through my office and found 
my fetish magazines.  I know this as I found them in disarray.  That girl 
was doing research.  Ever since she was very young, she has always had a 
problem with profuse sweating of her feet.  Her feet have always been sticky 
and she has always been blessed with an unnaturally potent cheesy stink to 
her feet.  She always quickly ruined sneakers and shoes that would just fall 
apart in half the time that it took the rest of us to wear out shoes.  Now, 
when she left a room such as going to bed, she would slip out of her 
sneakers or sandals, leaving them on the floor next to me.  Her socks were 
always wet.  I didn't notice the change as it was quite subtle.



Then one night when she and I were alone watching TV, she asked me for a 
foot massage.  I said, "Sure, why not?"  So I started rubbing her feet.  I 
was sitting at the right end of the couch and she was laying on the rest of 
it with her feet already resting on my lap.  It was the first time she had 
asked me to, and I thought nothing of it, except that she was watching me 
more than the TV.  I looked from the TV to her and smiled, and she returned 
the smile and squeezed my thumb, trapping it under her toes.  My dick 
started to spontaneously rise when it occurred to me that something was 
going on.  Startled, I pulled back and she responded by putting her right 
foot on my shoulder and pushing me saying, "Come on Dad, don't stop, it 
relaxes me."  Pensively I responded, "Well, okay" and continued 
uneventfully.



A couple of weeks later, she and I were in the same position at the shore 
house and watching TV when she grabbed an afghan and then swung her feet up 
onto my lap and then covered her legs and my lap with the afghan.  Again 
this all seemed innocent enough since her feet really were very cold and my 
body temperature naturally runs hot, which is common knowledge in my family. 
With her knees up in the air slightly, she stepped onto the inside of my 
right thigh to warm her feet.  After a while, she turned onto her left side. 
In the act of situating herself, she actually stepped both feet directly 
onto my genitals.  This made me feel uncomfortable and I had to resituate 
myself in my gym trunks.  I excused myself and squirmed a bit until the pain 
went away while she lifted her feet a few inches.  After I was comfortable, 
she placed her feet in the same position, pressing on me pretty hard while 
watching TV the entire time.  I was not prepared for her bold move.  I tried 
to ignore her wiggling toes for about ten minutes until a commercial, and 
then I went to the bathroom.  When I came back, I sat in a different chair. 
I sat and thought about what she was doing.  This wasn't sexual curiosity at 
all, this was purely manipulative.  I'm sure she wanted to see what she 
could get away with.  I wasn't comfortable making a scene over it and so it 
appeared that I was ignoring the situation.  She knew what she was doing to 
me- -there is absolutely no doubt.



The next morning, we were watching morning cartoons.  Again, we were in a 
similar position on the couch.  I was sitting with my face turned slightly 
to the right, facing the TV.  Suddenly, I vividly smelled Squeaks' rank feet 
as though they were right under my nose.  Not knowing what to expect, I 
slowly turned toward her to find that she was pretending to read a comic 
book like she couldn't see what she was doing.  She had her right knee bent 
up in the air and her left leg crossed over it, which put her left foot 
directly in my face.  When I turned, she planted her gummy foot right over 
my lips and stepped with her stubby toes falling down on either side of my 
nose.  She ignored this for a moment and then pretended to be startled by it 
and slid her foot downward, rolling my bottom lip, giggling and apologizing 
for not realizing that I was there.  I said, "Oh, you're funny!!"



She is generally barefoot.  Her feet are short and very wide, stubby thick 
toes with thick pads under her toes and a very large space between her big 
toes and second toes.  During most meals, she eats at the same table to my 
right.  She crosses her right leg under her left, which puts her right foot 
in contact with my knee.  She maintains this contact throughout our meals, 
gripping at my knee, and I generally try to ignore it.



Recently, she stepped up her game, so to speak.  My son is a wrestler.  He 
and I were wrestling on the floor.  I was face-up and I let him get on top 
of me with his body across mine sideways, chest to chest trying to pin me. 
I was going to illustrate to him how to defend against that position when 
Squeaks jumped up, ran over and sat down on Pup, my son, with her feet 
resting on the floor on either side of my head.  When my son objected to 
being sat upon, I opened my mouth to say, "Let him up", but she never let me 
say anything.  Instead, she effortlessly and directly stuck her left big toe 
directly into my open mouth, laughing hysterically.  Pup saw what happened 
and started laughing as well.  I closed my lips and started sucking on her 
toe like a baby while she attempted to brutally force it down my throat. 
The taste was huge but I barely noticed while I tried to keep from gagging, 
so there I was, helpless, sucking on her toe and trying to push it out with 
my tongue.  I didn't have a chance.  With her big toe in my mouth, she 
pulled my cheek way out, which made me look really silly and she laughed 
even harder!  She asked how her toe tasted.  I only gagged.  She attempted 
to put her other big toe into my mouth too but I turned my head into her 
left foot which allowed her first toe deeper access.  She responded by just 
sticking her right foot to my cheek and then playing with my cheek by 
stepping onto my cheek again and again, playing with the sticky sensation 
saying, "Eeewwww, your cheek is sticking to my foot!" like it was my cheek 
that was sticky and not her foot.  After about five minutes, she got up and 
let us up.  I pretended to be indignant and to go brush my teeth.  She later 
apologized while laughing.  She didn't appear very sincere.



About a week later, I was laying on the floor with my head propped up on a 
pillow, watching a movie.  I had fallen asleep with my mouth open.  I was 
awakened to a putrid, fetid odor and the sensation of something playing 
inside my lips and rubbing my tongue.  My daughter and the next door 
neighbor girl had seen me lying on the floor and decided to have some fun at 
my expense.  She had been at marching band all morning in heavy ankle socks 
and sneakers, practicing in 90 degree heat.  She removed her sneakers and 
socks and in her bare feet, put her gummy, steamy toes between my lips and 
wiggled them up and down.  When I woke up startled, I looked up to see the 
two of them standing over me, conspiring and giggling hysterically.  As I 
gained my senses, I tried to push her toes out of my mouth with my tongue 
and with my hands, I grabbed her ankle to push her leg upwards.  She only 
laughed harder, stepped down on my lower jaw and tongue very hard, locking 
my chin down onto my chest, shifting her weight to the foot in my mouth.  I 
couldn't get her foot out and I couldn't move my tongue.  She asked me if I 
liked her blue nail polish.  I got embarrassed.  When I looked sternly up at 
her, she stopped, ran away with her friend and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't 
help it."  To save face, I said, "You'd BETTER run!"



The next summer brought some surprises.  She seemed to like to embarrass me. 
It was June and we had just picked about 40 pounds of blueberries from a 
local farm all morning.  We were all overheated and looking forward to 
swimming in our above-ground pool for the afternoon.  Squeaks was the first 
one changed into her swimsuit and jumping into the pool.  The neighbor girl 
saw her and ran over to join her.  They were laughing pretty intently about 
something and were eyeing me up like they had shared a private joke and had 
one up on me.  Squeaks had taken a small container and filled it full of 
blueberries.  She asked me if she could throw them way up in the air, if I 
would catch them in my mouth as she knew that I was good at doing that- -I 
agreed.  Pup decided to join a friend down the street and Toni decided to 
pick some vegetables from the garden.  That left the three of us in the 
pool, catching blueberries.  Squeaks was inaccurate at throwing them and 
invariably, they missed, and sank to the bottom of the pool.  I would dive 
down and get them from the bottom with my lips.  She made a game out of 
trying to race me there and grab them with her toes before I could get 
there.  The game was pretty stable for about five minutes before she decided 
to make it a close call several times in a row, so she could fight my lips 
with her toes for the berry.  As I would go for the berry, she would lift 
her toes into my mouth.  I decided that the game should end.  Then the 
neighbor girl, Penny, thought of a new game.  She asked me to close my eyes 
and open my mouth so she could throw them directly into my mouth from about 
six feet away.  She was pretty good at throwing them.  She did hit me in the 
eye once, which hurt like hell even with my eyes closed.  I started to 
flinch and they accused me of moving.  So in an act of good faith, I backed 
up to the edge of the pool as they asked, and closed my eyes for another 
round.  What I didn't see was that Squeaks was now doing the throwing and 
Penny was putting berries under her toes and gripping them.  She jammed her 
foot well into my open mouth and opened her toes, depositing about a half 
dozen squished berries.  Her jaw was set as she gritted her teeth, 
determined to shove her foot deeper into my mouth, my cheeks now bulging, my 
head trapped against the pool sidewall, and her toes heading down my throat. 
I instinctively grabbed the rail over my head and drove myself under the 
water.  I hooked her standing knee from behind with my foot, knocked her off 
balance and extracted her foot from my face.  Game over, I got out of the 
pool.



Three weeks later, Squeaks was having a swim party with five girlfriends 
over.  With me in the pool, she started her antics again.  The girls were 
taking turns grabbing my hands for stability and then climbing up by first 
stepping on my thighs and then to my shoulders to jump or dive off in 
various ways.  Squeaks was caressing my face with her feet before her last 
jump.  The girls all got a huge kick out of this.  One of the girls was 
wearing goggles and saw under the water that unfortunately, Squeaks' antics 
were having an effect on me.  I noticed that there was another joke going 
around the pool through whispers and I was mortified.  I couldn't leave the 
pool with my development and have all of the girls focused on it.  I decided 
to stay in the pool and just settle down a bit.  After a bit, Squeaks asked 
me if she could do a walk-flip.  This is something we used to do quite a bit 
when the kids were younger.  I held their hands to keep them suspended in 
the air while they walked up to my chest and then kicked off, effectively 
doing a back flip.  She hadn't done it in quite a while and I thought 
nothing of it.  I agreed but told her that she was much bigger now and that 
I might not be able to hold her for long.  She walked up to my chest like 
always, and then decided to step her left foot onto my face, over my lips, 
putting the large space between her big toe and second toe over my nose, 
effectively cutting off my breathing.  She had a hold of my hands, keeping 
her from falling, and making weak attempts at flipping over.  As she and 
everyone else started laughing uncontrollably, she got weaker and her knee 
went up to her chest.  I couldn't say anything and her foot appeared locked 
to my face.  I imagine that we were locked together for almost twenty 
seconds before I knocked her off balance and drove her into the water.  She 
did her damnedest to keep her foot on my face.  The other girls jumped in as 
it became a contest to see if collectively, they could knock me down under 
the water.  I was amazed at their tenacity and collaboration!  Two girls 
attacked, one on each leg, wrapping themselves around my legs so that I 
couldn't use them.  Then the other three knocked me down backward.  I got a 
breath as they pushed me down under the water.  They all joined hands and 
started stepping on me: my knees, my wrists and squeaks was stepping once 
again on my face with both feet, scratching at my lips with her toenails, 
trying to get her toes into my mouth one more time.  The girl with goggles 
was stepping on my knee with one foot and feeling for my hard-on with her 
other foot.  After quickly exploring my hard-on with her foot, she started 
jumping on my hard-on.  The pain seared up through my brain like a freight 
train.  I found a way to roll my knee sideways, knocking her off, and then 
used my momentum to begin knocking the other girls off me too.  Once I got 
to my feet, I left the pool.  At that point, I didn't care if the girls 
would see my hard-on.  I no longer go into the pool when Squeaks' friends 
are over.



To this day, Squeaks still gets an inordinate number of splinters in her 
toes.  She knows that to get them out, I put a jeweler's loupe to my eye and 
get really close to the situation to remove the splinters.  She never makes 
it easy, but the splinters do appear to be genuine- -go figure.  Her feet 
are on me daily for one reason or another.  In the wintertime, she claims 
that she needs to put her feet on me to warm them up.  She sits behind me 
while I drive, in the van when we go places.  In the summer months, when she 
gets into the van, she takes her sneaks or sandals off- -the assault on my 
olfactory sense is unmistakable.  She then extends her legs, putting her 
ankles on my shoulders, a foot on each side of my head, sometimes pointing 
her feet forward and then turning them inward and lifting her toes so that 
the tops of her toes cover my mouth.  This always elicits gales of laughter 
from the back seat.  I'm always telling her that my seatbelt is enough, I 
don't need her help to stay restrained.  She is creative.



From your fellow foot fetisher, Toesuckr