All characters are 18 or older.
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I sat totally lost as the professor droned on about details of Hamlet I never cared to know. I was in the main English department lecture hall, a big auditorium that held hundreds, and picked the second to last row to hopefully avoid being called on. The tweedy old guy loved lobbing impossible questions at random students each week. I was sure I would look like a complete fool if one were directed at me.
As a computer science major, I’d put off completing some required liberal arts credits for as long as I could, and my academic advisor suggested that I would find Shakespeare interesting. Ha! I made a mental note to change advisors.
I tried to pay attention, but instead my mind drifted off to the events of the previous day, when my roommate’s girlfriend jerked me off in front of an open refrigerator, with him in the next room. It was basically the sexiest thing anyone had ever done to me. And the meanest.
You see Mackenzie (the girlfriend) did it as revenge for me peeping on her having sex with Greg (my best friend and roommate). She tricked me into saying the most humiliating things, like admitting I was a virgin and that I wanted her to take my virginity. Then she left me hanging just as I started to ejaculate, walking out of the apartment with Greg as I spurted in my pants.
And into her red lace underwear, mind you. The same panties I had jerked off into the night before, then washed trying to cover up the evidence. She left them hanging on my penis as she stepped away, lewdly taunting me for my perverse act and incompetent cover-up.
I had only just met Mackenzie, or Mac as she was known, and I hated her from the moment we were introduced. Right away, she started teasing me about my small body (I’m only 5’3″ and scrawny, one of the reasons people call me Sprout) and from then on she didn’t let up, throwing jabs and barbs at me with every opportunity.
I hated her arrogance. I hated the way she made me feel about myself. And I hated that I let her get away with treating me that way in the kitchen. Yeah, she did threaten to tell Greg about my peeping if I tried to resist or call out. But I hate to admit that I would have been totally at her mercy regardless.
Despite being such a bitch, she was totally hot; gorgeous face, super-stacked body, and not to mention, a foot taller than me. I didn’t think that would turn me on (I’m usually attracted to girls my size) but something about how confident and dominant she was, combined with her height just got to me. And that she looked frickin’ incredible having sex with Greg, or “taking him”, as she described it in her dominant way.
I was so mad afterwards that I couldn’t do anything except lay in my bed shaking with anger. Mad at her. Mad at myself. And mad at Greg for not realizing what kind of a jerk he had fallen for.
On top of that, I felt like I couldn’t say anything to him because Mackenzie would tell him what I did. We had a really strong friendship, but I totally violated his privacy, and I really didn’t know how he would react. I worried it could drive him even closer to the conniving brat.
All that said, amongst the torment and humiliation, she did reveal one thing that gave me pause. I could tell she was surprised by the size of my penis. I couldn’t help thinking she might have actually liked touching it, despite all the horrible things she said.
In any case, the whole thing completely consumed my thoughts. And I hated that too! I was such a hateful wreck!
I tried again to pay attention to the lecture and even took a couple notes. But then I had a weird feeling, like something was tickling my ear. I was about to reach up to scratch when I felt the warm air and vibrations of a whisper.
“Hi, loser.”
My stomach immediately dropped and my pen fell out of my hand, clattering loudly onto the floor. It was Mackenzie. How was she sitting right behind me?
“I’m surprised you didn’t notice me come and sit down,” she breathed sassily, “Given you’re so obsessed with me.”
My body went rigid at her statement. There was no way I was obsessed with her. She was just trying to mess with me. I felt my anger rising. Why was she even here?
“In fact, I’m kind of offended you didn’t notice me in this class with you all semester,” she continued, answering my question. “It’s almost like I had to give you a handjob just so you would know I existed.”
I visibly flinched as she said the word “handjob”. Her crude talk combined with her breath in my ear were starting to have an effect on me. I could almost feel her body draping over mine, just like before in the kitchen.
I thought about pushing her away and telling her off. But I was afraid of making a scene in the packed auditorium. I considered changing seats and my eyes darted back and forth. There was one open immediately to my left, but it wouldn’t separate me any further from Mackenzie. The only other options were several rows away and I would make an even bigger scene stepping over people to reach one of them. I felt completely trapped.
By now, I no longer detected her breath in my ear, and I momentarily convinced myself that she had gone back to paying attention to the lecture. Then I heard a creak to my left as if someone were sitting down. I reflexively turned my head to see the source of the noise. The seat was still unoccupied, so at first the sound didn’t make sense, then I turned a little further.
Mackenzie had propped her foot on the back of the chair, pressing hard enough to cause the wood to squeak. She wore pink flip flops with shiny rhinestones on the straps. Her toes were uncommonly long, and her nails were painted a shade of pink that matched the sandals. I couldn’t help scanning up her long, tanned foot past the curve of her ankle to her shapely calf…
Her foot abruptly pulled off the seat back and I turned quickly back to the front. A pit formed in my stomach as I realized I had stared just a bit too long. I shivered as her breath once again streamed past my ear.
“That’s the second time I’ve caught you looking at my foot, you little perv,” Mac whispered tauntingly. “Looks like little Sidney has a thing for feet…”
I felt my blood boil and my face turn red. I didn’t have a thing for feet! I recalled glancing at her leg under the kitchen table when I cleaned up her ketchup spill. Sure, I’ll admit I’m a leg man. But feet?
She pulled away and I was about to turn around to tell her to shut up and leave me alone when I heard another noise behind me. It sounded like a light slap on the concrete floor. Something touched my back and I flinched in surprise. It wrapped over my shoulder and got heavier. Mackenzie’s bare foot!
My anger rising, I reached across with my right hand, and clawed at her toes, trying to peel her off. Her pressure increased and no matter how hard I strained it was no use. She was too strong.
Just then another shoe dropped, and a second foot pressed down on my other shoulder. I began to feel desperate. All I could think was I had to get her disgusting feet off me. I leaned forward and tried to stand up, but her long toes curled over my shoulders like fingers, easily pulling me back down. I flew into a rage.
I twisted my body as hard as I could and turned my head around to look at my tormentor, accidentally brushing my lips against the top of her foot. Her pretty face gazed attentively toward the stage, and she wore a studious expression. A pen scribbled diligently across the page of her notebook. The only hint of her mischief was a tiny mocking curl in her lip. Her play at innocence infuriated me even further.
“Dammit, Mackenzie!” I exclaimed.
“You there!” a voice called out from below.
I turned quickly back and saw the professor staring in my direction. I was like a deer in headlights. Mac’s feet slid slowly down and off my back. I gingerly pointed a finger at my chest, mouthing a silent “Me?”
“Yeah you, the little guy up near the top,” the old coot said matter-of-factly.
I heard a snort behind me as Mackenzie stifled a laugh at the teacher’s diminutive description.
“To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man,” the professor quoted with stage-honed flair.
I listened to the passage, feeling an ounce of hope that I at least recognized it.
“So, Mister, ah…” the teacher trailed off as if trying to remember.
“Saplinger, sir,” I answered, filling in the blank politely for the man who I had never once spoken to.
“Ah, Mr. Saplinger,” he said, as if I had jogged his memory. “So tell us, how are we, the audience, meant to take these words, having come from the lips of none other than Polonius?”
“Um, awesome advice, sir?” I responded, immediately regretting my choice of diction.
Quiet giggles arose throughout the lecture hall.
“Irony, my dear boy. Irony,” the professor intoned pretentiously. “Miss Morris, can you please enlighten us as to why.”
I heard Mackenzie clear her throat behind me. For some reason it irked me that the professor knew her name and not mine.
“The speaker, Polonius, is a conniving scoundrel,” Mac explained confidently. “Even his own family knows it. So to have such an amoral man moralizing to his son is obviously ironic to the audience. That said, it’s doubly ironic that the humorous passage has become one of Shakespeare’s most quoted, as words to live by. Or awesome advice, as Mr. Sapling so eloquently explained.”
“Bravo, Ms. Morris,” cried the professor with a clap of his hands. “Good to see someone here is paying attention. Now…”
I sunk down into my seat as the teacher resumed his lecture. Not only had Mac tormented me with her feet, she had also made me look like a total fool. To be fair, I bore some blame for my naive response, but it was her fault I got called on in the first place. And she totally showed me up with her textbook-like answer and the extra dig at the end! Mr. Sapling? Fucking bitch!
While I hunched in my seat from embarrassment, I also reasoned it would keep my shoulders low enough to avoid another onslaught from her soles. My strategy proved futile, however, when I felt her foot again, this time on the back of my head.
I seethed with anger as her toes ran through my hair, up and down, almost massaging me. Then her digits curled, and she grasped a chunk of my locks, tugging lightly at first, as if to let me know she had me.
Then her foot slowly pressed up, forcing my head to face my lap, then down until I looked at the ceiling. I tried squirming but it hurt too much. There was nothing I could do except let her manipulate my head and pray for the lecture to end.
Next, her toes pulled to one side, forcing my head to turn all the way to the right. I looked around to see if anyone noticed Mac harassing me, but everyone seemed engrossed in the lecture, or at least focused on looking engrossed to avoid being called on.
Her foot pressed back in the other direction, ripping at my scalp until my head turned the other way. To my horror, the toes of her other foot mashed right into my lips! Ewww!
She slowly ran her big toe across the length of my lower lip, then pressed the ball of her foot into my chin. My nose crinkled at the scent of her dirty sweat mixed with the rubber of her sandal. I also vaguely noticed a smell reminiscent of when she held me from behind in the kitchen, like some kind of lotion.
The overall effect was surreal, one part humiliating, another part nauseating. I couldn’t believe what was happening — in the middle of a crowded auditorium, no less! I tried desperately to twist away, but her feet were like a vise on my skull, there was nothing I could do to escape her iron grip.
Just then, she slid my nose into the cleft of her big toe. Her long digits clamped down, cutting me off mid-breath. My mouth opened reflexively, and I sucked in air — and with it her two smallest toes.
The foot behind my head pressed harder against the other, forcing her pinky further into my mouth. A saltiness crossed my tongue, followed by the faint taste of dirt. I suddenly had a strong urge to throw up and I gagged.
As quickly as they entered, her toes pulled out and her other foot let go of my head. I turned back to face forward, angry at myself for not thinking to bite down. For a moment I honestly debated whether to leap over the seat and attack her. Thankfully prudence prevailed. Or was it fear of challenging the athletic Amazon? Either way, I had settled on making a break for it.
Just as I made to stand, I felt her breath in my ear again. Her chin pressed into my shoulder and her head tipped down. My eyes lowered to see what she was looking at.
“Hm, just what I thought,” she whispered victoriously.
To my horror, my pants were tenting. Not a little bulge, but a full-on teepee, complete with a little wet spot on top.
“To thine own self be true, foot perv,” Mackenzie sneered, her words dripping with wicked irony. “Imagine if Greg knew what a nasty little toe-sucker you were.”
Before I could react, her hot wet tongue darted into my ear. My whole body convulsed in surprised elation, and I let out a quiet groan. A tingle ran down my spine and into my groin. For a second I thought my penis started to squirt, but it was just a little more pre-cum. I’m sure it would have erupted if either of us had so much as touched it.
As quickly as she stuck her tongue in, she extracted it and pulled back. I was in shock. Confusion and anger hit me all at once. Why was I so turned on? Why does she have it in for me? How could I fight back?
The lecture hall suddenly burst into a din of chatter. Notebooks flapped shut and seats sprang up loudly. Without looking back, I jumped to my feet, stuck my notebook in front of my crotch and plowed past the guy sitting next to me.
“Hey, watch it!”
“Dude, seriously?”
“That was my foot, asshole!”
I ignored all the objections as I rudely darted past the row of students and made a break for the exit. I ran and ran, as fast as I my feet would carry me across campus, overcome with a flurry of emotions. When it finally felt like my lungs would burst, I stopped and leaned over to rest my hands on my knees.
As I listened to my loud pants, I realized I was sobbing. Tears fell onto the sidewalk at my feet. I had never experienced anything like this before. Oddly, I never had problems with people picking on me in high school. It never crossed my mind that something like this could happen in college.
Always being the little guy, I used to expect to get more grief, but it never came. Then I reminded myself it was because of Greg. Everyone knew that messing with me was messing with my 6’4″ hulk of a best friend. My stomach dropped as I realized with alarm that wasn’t the case this time. Mackenzie stood directly in Greg’s blind spot, leaving me exposed to her wrath without his protection.
The only solution I could see was to tell Greg and ask for his help. But then I would have to tell him everything, every last sordid detail, just so Mackenzie couldn’t head me off and make me look like the bad guy.
My thoughts turned to my wayward penis. How could I possibly have been turned on by what happened? Was it the same as the other day when her teasing and insults made me hard? Or was I secretly turned on by her feet? I had never once thought feet were sexy, and the thought of hers still made me cringe. It made no sense!
As my thoughts whirred over my predicament, I noticed an unfamiliar taste in my mouth. I suddenly gagged as I realized it was the residue of Mackenzie’s toes lingering on my tongue.
I spat on the ground several times, but it just wouldn’t go away. It felt like she was still right there. I imagined her grasping my hair, holding me in place, mercilessly shoving her foot in and out of my mouth. Laughing at me.
I looked up and saw I was near the Student Union. There was a food court downstairs. I thought if I ate something, maybe the taste would go away.
I walked briskly inside and made for Wendy’s. There were two equal-length lines for registers, so I picked one and waited. The smell of burgers grilling filled the air, tempering the flavor of Mac’s filth, calming my nerves.
I got to the front and quickly ordered a Junior Bacon Cheeseburger, fries and a Frosty, figuring that one or all of them would give me the relief I needed. I pulled out my wallet and paid cash. Just as I made to put it back in my pocket, a voice called out.
“Hey seedling, I’m a couple bucks short. Help a girl out?”
I looked up to see Mackenzie at the front of the other line. My mouth fell open and my face turned red. How did she get here so fast? And how could she have the gall to ask for help after what she just did? Seedling?
“Come on…” she implored. “I saw your wallet. I know you have the cash. Besides, wouldn’t Greg appreciate you looking out for me?”
At the mention of Greg, I knew she had me. I would look like a total dick if she told him I refused her a couple dollars to cover her Wendy’s meal. I sighed, letting my shoulders drop in resignation. Then I lifted my wallet and looked down to extract the bills.
To my surprise, a hand reached out and snatched the wallet. For a moment, I thought I’d been robbed. Then I looked up to see Mackenzie holding it, a sly grin painted across her face. Her fingers dipped in and pulled out all my cash, well over a hundred bucks.
“Thanks, squirt,” she jeered.
Then she dropped my wallet on the floor, right at her feet. She turned and gave the cashier two dollars, then looked back at me as she stuffed the rest in her purse.
“What the fuck?!” I screamed out.
Everyone around us in line became quiet and stared at me as if I were crazy.
“Uh…uh,” was all I could manage to say.
I glanced around at all the baffled faces. I felt like running away again and almost did, except Mac broke the silence.
“Yeah, what the fuck?” she said loudly, then turned toward the cashier. “Throw in a spicy chicken sandwich while you’re at it.”
The silence immediately abated as folks turned back to their conversations. Mac reached into her purse for more of my money and paid for the extra order. I just stood there dumbfounded. Then she turned back to me.
“Don’t forget your wallet,” she said with a wry smile. “I’ll even let your cop a feel if you want…scratch that little itch of yours.”
Her right foot lifted out of her flip flop, and she gave my wallet a little nudge with her big toe.
“I’m not going down there,” I managed to say calmly in a quiet voice, despite my seething anger. “Please pick it up and hand it to me.”
“Nuh-uh,” she said playfully, with a subtle shake of her head. “I’ve got nowhere to be till this evening, I could pretty much stand here all day.”
Her toes flicked again at the wallet.
My body began to shake. I was consumed with rage. I hated her for everything that happened in the lecture. I hated her for stealing my money. And I hated her even more for trying to force me to bend over at her feet. I couldn’t give in.
“Order 56! Order 57!” a voice behind the counter called out.
I glanced at my receipt to confirm I was 56 and turned to see outstretched hands holding a paper bag and an open-topped Frosty cup with a spoon sticking out. I grabbed the order, then looked back toward Mac, but she was gone.
I scanned the area and saw her walking away toward some tables, a bag of food in one hand, and my wallet in the other. I darted toward her but had to zigzag past a couple groups of people. She sat down at a booth, and I made a beeline for her, arriving just as she pulled out a container of fries.
She sat sideways on the bench with her shapely legs sticking out into the aisle. Momentarily forgetting myself, I glanced down as she crossed one bare thigh over the other, then bounced her foot suggestively. I jumped slightly as the back of her sandal snapped loudly against her heel. I looked up to see her chuckle.
“Give me back my wallet and money, you thief,” I growled angrily, trying my best to keep my voice down and avoid looking at her legs.
She glanced up at me, and instead of answering she put a fry up to her lips and bit half off, then chewed it with her mouth open. She smiled mockingly, then put the rest in. Her crass display threw me off guard, and my weight shifted nervously between my feet. After finally swallowing, she spoke sternly:
“Or what, big guy?”
I was taken aback by her brazenness. It was the kind of answer a street tough would give. Or a bully. Was she challenging me to get physical with her? I thought for a moment about an appropriate response, consumed with equal parts hatred and fear.
“O-or I’ll tell Greg y-you stole from me,” I said, appalled at myself for stammering.
Mackenzie laughed again.
“Are you suggesting we both have leverage now?” she answered skeptically with a tsk-tsk of her tongue. “I don’t think so. Besides, I was thinking I’d give your wallet back right now…”
She held out my wallet and I grabbed for it, but she quickly pulled it back out of reach.
“…if you get down on your knees and put my sandal back on.”
Just then, I heard the noise of her flip flop hit the ground below, the same sound I had heard in the auditorium. I looked down to see the pink shoe on the tile floor in front of me. Her crossed leg bounced seductively in the air, her outstretched foot just inches from my crotch.
“No fucking w-,” I started to respond, but before I could finish, Mackenzie’s foot slid directly over my package, causing me to double over in surprise.
“Hm. I think your stiff little sapling would beg to disagree,” she retorted smugly.
I wished she was exaggerating, but she wasn’t. I was indeed at full mast again, straining the fabric of my pants. My face turned bright red with humiliation. I couldn’t believe my body was reacting this way. It made no sense. I was at a loss for words. And yet I couldn’t take my eyes off her bobbing foot.
“I guess I could just chuck it in the trash somewhere on the way home. I’m sure you won’t miss your, let’s see…driver’s license, student ID, ATM card, health insur-”
“Fine,” I said sharply, ready to just get it over with and get away from her.
I set my bag and Frosty on her table, then knelt quickly and grabbed her sandal. I reached up to slip it on her foot and it suddenly felt like the whole room was staring at me. I couldn’t help casting a glance to the side. A nerdy-looking girl in glasses at the next table cocked her head curiously. I should have just stood up right then, but I felt something click in my brain. My cock throbbed even harder. For some reason, kneeling before Mackenzie in public to put on her shoe gave me a rush of excitement!
I lifted the sandal with one hand and gently took hold of the back of her ankle with the other. Then I slid it up her foot, careful to ensure the strap slipped between her two largest toes. Unexpectedly, I found myself admiring the graceful curvature of her arch and her meticulous application of pink nail polish. Air wafted out as her foot settled in, and I again detected the combined odor of dirt, sweat, rubber and lotion. Strangely, it didn’t seem so disgusting this time.
I was about stand back up when something hit Mackenzie’s shin, startling me. A grey-brown drip meandered slowly down toward her ankle. My eyes shot up to her face in time to see a spoonful of my Frosty enter her mouth.
“Oops!” she said with her mouth full. After swallowing it, she added, “Be a good little dog and lick that up. If you can get it before it reaches my sandal strap, I’ll give your wallet back.”
I looked down and the thin streak was now past the curve of her ankle and onto the top of her foot, winding precariously close to one of the straps. I glanced back up to see my wallet in her hand, resting on her knee. I thought briefly about trying to snatch it, but then I visualized failing: her dropping it in a random trash can…having to wait in lines at the DMV, the bank, the student center…
Then something else came over me. A jolt of shame shot through my body. I couldn’t believe my own depravity. I actually wanted to lick her foot.
I looked again at the dribble. It was now or never.
I ducked my head and stuck out the tip of my tongue, nabbing the chocolatey droplet just before it touched the strap. Then I licked up her foot, flattening my tongue against her smooth skin as I followed the trail up her ankle to her shin. The unpleasant flavor of lotion began to intermingle with the creamy shake, but I didn’t care. My unit pulsed quickly in my pants, on the verge of letting loose.
I reached the end of the splatter and — lost in the freakishly erotic moment — kept licking further up her leg. I felt a hand touch the top of my scalp.
“That’s quite enough, Spot. You’re just supposed to be a little foot hound, remember?” Mackenzie scolded as her fingers derisively petted and scratched the hair behind my ears. “But to be fair, you’ve been a good little puppy and earned your reward. Fetch, bitch!”
I watched as my wallet flew through the air, landing just under the edge of the next table. Looking up, I saw the same girl, this time with a sly smile on her face as she peered at me over the rims of her glasses. A wave of embarrassment rolled through me. She looked down past the edge of her table, then her sneaker-clad foot slid my wallet out a few inches into the aisle. She gazed back at me expectantly.
My eyes cast downward with shame as I hurriedly crawled over and grabbed my wallet. Then I stood and scurried back to Mackenzie’s table to snatch my sack of food and make my getaway.
“What about your Frosty?” Mackenzie called after me with a full mouth.
But I was already halfway across the room, walking as quickly as I could without actually running. I didn’t want it anyway, not after her spit was all over it!
As I stepped outside, a mix of emotions flooded over me. Anger at Mackenzie. Confusion that her feet kept turning me on. Disappointment with myself for letting her manipulate me.
“Arghhhh,” I yelled aloud, my frustration boiling over.
A few passersby turned to look, and that’s when I started running. I wanted to get back to my apartment as fast as possible, eat my food and lock myself in my room.
As I ran, I noticed the skies were darkening, and I briefly wondered if we were in for some rain later. Then I thought about the incidents in class and at the Student Union. God she was so nasty and manipulative. And so fucking hot. I couldn’t get over the fact that her dirty sweaty feet had turned me on. It made no sense!
Then I remembered the cash she had taken from me, and how she embarrassed me at the lecture. She was truly a bully. Shit, she had even stolen my lunch money!
I knew right then that I had to tell Greg. I didn’t care anymore if he would be mad about me peeking in on him having sex. We’d been through so much; we could get past that. Mac had become a real problem and I needed him to see that. He had to break up with her. And I needed him to protect me from her.
It took only a few minutes to get back to the apartment as we were close to campus. When I arrived, I noticed the door was slightly ajar, meaning Greg was home. I couldn’t wait to spill everything to him!
I stepped inside and saw him in the kitchen fixing himself a sandwich.
“Hey bro!” Greg called out. “You want me to make you a sandwich too?”
“Nah, I actually just got Wendy’s,” I huffed as I held up my bag, suddenly realizing how winded I was after running.
I decided I would need to catch my breath before confessing to Greg, so I pulled out a chair and set down my food. That’s when I noticed a stack of cash in the center of the kitchen table.
“Hey man, what’s this money on the table?” I asked.
“Oh, that’s from Mackenzie,” he responded. “She said you lent her some money earlier. So she sent me a Venmo and told me to pay you back in cash. She insisted on throwing in a few extra bucks to thank you for bailing her out.”
I sat with my mouth open, my plan suddenly in limbo. Indicting her with theft was now off the table. Should I still go ahead and tell him about her jerking me off and teasing me with her feet? Greg spoke again before I could make up my mind.
“Dude, you know I really appreciate you looking out for my girl. I’m totally head over heels for her and I’m happy that you’re becoming friends with her too. She said you guys even sat together in English class today.”
“Well, um…” I stumbled, completely taken aback by the turn in the conversation.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Greg continued. “I told her I loved her this morning! That’s the first time I’ve ever said that to a girl. Can you believe it?”
“Gee, wow that’s great, Greg,” I managed to say.
My plan was dead on arrival. A pit formed in my stomach as I realized no one would help me ward off my bully.
“Anyway, she’s coming over to watch a movie tonight around 8 if you want to join us,” Greg added.
I briefly recalled her saying she didn’t have plans till the evening. I tried to hide my scowl as I begged off the invitation.
“Um, I actually have a lot of homework tonight, so I’ll leave you two lovebirds to do your thing.”
“All good, bro,” Greg responded.
I took a bite of my burger. Strangely, I felt a tinge of disappointment as the taste of Mackenzie’s lotion disappeared from my tongue.
***
Later that evening…
The thunder rolled out my window as I sat at my desk trying to make sense of Shakespeare’s old English prose. I had a paper due by the next discussion section and I really didn’t want to bomb it. If you’d asked me last week, I might not have cared. But the idea that Mackenzie would do better than me and rub it in my face suddenly had me motivated.
After the uncomfortable events of the late morning, I locked myself in my room all afternoon alternating between Shakespeare, computer programming assignments and my handheld Nintendo DS. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get my mind off the way Greg’s girlfriend had bullied me. And I found it deeply disturbing that some part of me seemed to actually like it. What was wrong with me?
Eventually the distraction became too much, and I took a break to eat some leftover Chinese takeout for dinner. As I munched an egg roll, I had an idea to look at websites on how to deal with bullies. I scanned through a bunch of different resources trying to find anything that could help me. Most of it was aimed at younger kids and teens. Basically, all the advice came back to ignoring and walking away from the bully to take away their presumed “power”. If that failed, every guide said to eventually seek help from an authority figure
I decided I would try harder to ignore her. But I worried that Mackenzie was too relentless. It didn’t feel like she would get discouraged if I didn’t react. And even if I could keep my emotions in check, my penis seemed to have a mind of its own around her. Not to mention, the websites didn’t say anything about how to deal with a tall girl bullying a short wimpy guy into worshipping her feet!
I thought about authority figures and remembered she was on the varsity women’s basketball team. Maybe I could talk to the coach? But I couldn’t just report Greg’s girlfriend to the university without first talking to him. I recalled how my attempt earlier had completely failed and realized that Mackenzie had deliberately outsmarted me. I was totally screwed if I couldn’t get her to stop on my own.
After finishing my food, I went back to my room to make another attempt at work. Just as I flipped open a notebook, I heard what sounded like thunder and vaguely noticed that something wasn’t quite right. I finally registered that the sound wasn’t stopping. I leaned closer to the window, but it didn’t seem to be coming from outside. So I stepped out of my room and listened. Someone was banging on the door.
I checked my watch and it wasn’t even 7:00 PM yet. I knew Greg was at the gym and figured he must have forgotten his key. So I walked to the door and opened it.
Mackenzie stood outside completely drenched. Our unit opened directly to the outside and didn’t have an awning, so she was still being pelted by torrential rain. Her blonde hair was matted to her head. Streams of water ran down her locks and onto a white cotton t-shirt that would have normally hung loose, but instead clung tightly to her body, outlining the curves of her long torso. At the rise of her well-endowed chest, a black bra shown through, along with two pointy nipples.
I must have stood still for at least five seconds, completely in shock. Then I could feel my lips pinch and eyes narrow as my earlier anger resurfaced. I wanted nothing to do with her, especially with Greg not yet back.
She seemed to register my hostility and her face softened, actually looking vulnerable for once.
“Look, I know I was a total bitch earlier and I’m sorry. Can I at least come in out of the rain?”
I knew I couldn’t exactly deny her shelter, especially since she had plans with Greg. So I stepped back and gave her space to walk in. With a look of relief, she stepped across the threshold and onto the tile floor of our entryway, pushing the door closed behind her.
Determined to follow through on my plan to ignore her, I turned wordlessly back in the direction of my room and started to walk away.
“Sprout, can you please get me a towel,” Mackenzie pleaded in a friendly voice. “I’m really cold and I’m making a total mess of your guys’ floor.”
I paused mid-step, then without looking back I kept walking, changing course toward the bathroom. It was a reasonable ask and it would be too cruel to refuse her. I also noticed she used my regular nickname instead of her usual insults. I resolved that I would get her a couple towels so she wouldn’t have to ask for more, then I would return to my room without making eye contact or speaking with her.
After grabbing the towels, I walked back across the living room and made sure my eyes avoided her face. Just as I reached out to hand her the towels, she casually grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt, then flicked it up and over her head. It dropped to the floor with a wet slap.
“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” she said with genuine gratitude as she reached out and took a towel.
My plan was suddenly forgotten as my eyes locked onto her chest, which given our large height difference, was just in front of my face.
Her black bra was made of a thin, satiny material that, under normal circumstances, would be revealing but soaked through it left every contour of her breasts plainly visible: their perfect round and perky appearance; her small rigid nipples; the circular patches of her areolae complete with every little bump. I recalled seeing her amazing boobs from the side while she had sex with Greg. They were even more spectacular head-on, like something out of a nudie magazine.
I raised my eyes slightly and stared at her cleavage puffing out above the top edge of her bra. Her skin glistened with moisture, and I could see goose bumps all over. I briefly wondered what it would feel like to press my lips into her pillowy mounds…
“Guess it’s not just my feet,” Mackenzie commented innocently, with a glance toward my crotch.
I followed her eyes down with dread. I was wearing pajama pants without underwear and my erect penis strained at the fly, held closed only by a single button. The edge of my tip was just barely visible through the slit.
I quickly bent at the waist, bashfully pulling my hips back as I covered my crotch with my hands.
“It’s okay, Sprout. It doesn’t bother me,” said Mackenzie sympathetically. “I know you can’t help it when I’m near you.”
Despite her brash assertion, it didn’t come out like teasing. Rather she just stated it as plain fact.
Pretty much everything she said to me until this encounter had been meant to taunt or torment. Something seemed off. She was almost being nice.
I stood up straight again but chose to keep my hands in place in front of me. I should have gone back to my room right then, but instead I watched rapt as she ran the white towel over her hair several times, then down her body. I noticed she wore short black running shorts that were also wet, although they looked like the kind that would dry quickly.
She bent over and patted down one of her long, sculpted legs. On her feet were stylish purple and black running shoes with the edges of short black socks just visible on top. As she switched legs, her weight shifted, and I could hear the squish of her wet sneaker pressing down.
Finished with her body, she brought the towel back up to her head and deftly wrapped her hair in a turban, the way I remember seeing my mom do it. Her hand reached out and took the other towel from me. Then she stepped onto the living room carpet and walked across the room, her shoes sploshing with every step. Upon reaching the couch, she unfolded the towel and spread it over a cushion. Finally, she turned and sat down, then looked up at me expectantly.
“Sprout, can you please come over and help me untie my shoes?” she asked in a kind voice. “I used double-knots and with all the water they’re extra tight.”
My stomach dropped. I suddenly saw where she was taking things. The day’s events replayed in my head…I recalled all her wicked tricks to get me to put my mouth on her feet. I began to tremble slightly. I knew I should have walked away, but my legs were stuck in place. It felt like half my mind pulled one direction while the other half pulled equally hard in the opposite — tearing me mercilessly apart inside. I briefly closed my eyes, trying to calm my nerves.
“It’s okay Sprout, I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to,” Mackenzie said soothingly. “I just want your help untying them.”
I finally looked in her eyes. I expected a sneer or at least some kind of signal that she was messing with me. But instead, she looked sweet and earnest, almost gentle. It didn’t make sense; she was like a different person tonight.
Unconsciously my eyes dropped down to her boobs again. They were the only naked boobs I had ever seen, and then only partially. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I felt my penis get harder and press into my palm.
Her eyes followed mine to look down at her own chest. Then her upper arms squeezed inward. More creamy skin poured out from her bra cups and a large dark slit of cleavage appeared. She looked back up.
“You really want to see my tits, don’t you?” Mackenzie asked, again in a serious voice, with no hint of malice.
I closed my eyes again and an uneven breath escaped my nose as my body twitched. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I tried to remind myself that she was dangerous, that there was no way she had good intentions. But it was no use. I slowly nodded my head up and down.
“Hm,” Mackenzie intoned softly, then continued as if considering the proposition. “Well, it’s not like you haven’t seen them before. And I do feel bad for the way I’ve been treating you…”
My body twitched again as I realized she was seriously contemplating it.
“Would you untie my shoes if I show them to you?” Mackenzie asked expectantly.
Again, I nodded my head, completely unable to resist her proposition.
“Hmmm…tell you what. If you ask nicely enough, I might just take my bra off and give you a little peep.”
My breath came out in short spurts and my unit pulsed again and again into my hand. I remembered when she tricked me into asking her to take my virginity. I was caught in the same web, again unable to resist the spider’s temptation.
“C-can I p-please see your n-naked b-boobs, Mackenzie?” I asked, stuttering uncontrollably.
She smiled sweetly and gave me a wink. Then she leaned forward and put her hands behind her back. I watched in thrall as her bra slipped down her arms. She casually tossed it to the floor and sat back up, straightening her broad shoulders and arching her back.
I unconsciously let out a whimper as her glorious breasts protruded from her chest like sleek domes, large and full, yet aerodynamic with her athletic frame. I could feel my heart beating in my eardrums and my penis seemed charged with electricity.
The haloes around her nipples appeared to tighten and shrivel slightly, and she raised both hands up to tweak and roll her sensitive skin.
“Ooh, I guess I’m a bit cold,” she said with a giggle.
Her arms rose to the towel on her head and slowly untwisted it. Then she spread her legs and tipped forward, dropping the towel into her hands. Her head snapped back, flipping her hair up aggressively. Wet thick strands slapped loudly on her back, causing me to jump. I was so on edge.
With a soft smile, she draped the towel around her shoulders like a shawl and pulled the ends to cover her boobs. Then her eyes glanced down, taking mine with them. Her right leg was raised, and her shoe pointed toward me, tracing a small circle in the air.
A deal was a deal, and she had lived up to her end. But I was still suspicious of her motives, and I walked forward with visible trepidation.
“I promise I won’t bite, Sprout,” she said with a reassuring smile, then added in a breathy voice, “At least not if you don’t want me to.”
I quivered at her insinuation, then stepped ahead and closed the gap between us. I dropped to a knee, took her wet shoe in my hands, and guided it to my upraised thigh. My fingers began fiddling with the knot.
I had recently cut my nails, so it was hard to dig into the tight folds of her shoelaces, not to mention my hands were shaking something awful. With a sigh of relief, I managed to peel one string away from the clump and the rest fell apart easily.
“Now can you please pull it off and set it to the side?” Mackenzie asked politely.
It was the logical conclusion to my task, so I grasped at the heel and pulled. Suction released with a splurch and water came pouring out onto my leg, soaking my pajama pants. I quickly moved the shoe to the side and set it on the carpet next to me, then let my eyes settle onto her foot, now suspended above my thigh.
“Ahhhh, that feels so much better,” she sighed, straightening and rolling it around.
I couldn’t help but notice its streamlined shape in the tight wet sock. The way it molded to her long foot gave the impression of a ballet slipper. I remembered how disgusted I had been earlier. Yet seeing her foot visually defined in this way made it seem elegant, almost beautiful. I tipped my head down slightly to peek at her arch, recalling how shapely it looked before when I slid on her sandal.
“It’s okay, you can touch it…” Mackenzie spoke in a gentle voice as she tipped her sole up toward me.
I looked up at her distrustfully, still scarred by her many abuses. I felt like I had reached the Rubicon, my moment of truth. My head swam with fear and doubt. A line from Hamlet flashed ironically before my eyes, suddenly taking on new meaning: To be, or not to be…
Was I truly into feet? Or were the events of today just her elaborate way of tricking me into thinking I was? Or was I just so enamored with her that any part of her phenomenal body would turn me on? Goddammit!
“…only if you really want to, though,” she added, seemingly careful not to make me feel pressured.
As she said it, something brushed against my erect penis, causing stars to flash over my eyes. Her other foot! I let out a loud gasp. As my vision returned, I saw her wink at me seductively.
It felt like a door suddenly opened in my mind. Disgust was merely denial. Trust was irrelevant. Taboo no longer mattered. I didn’t know if I was into feet. But right then, I knew I was into her feet, and I was no longer afraid to admit it to myself. The itch was unbearable! I had to scratch it!
I reached out my hands and grasped both sides of her foot. I squeezed and kneaded, rubbing and sliding all around, depressing her soft pads, tracing her taut tendons underneath. It was so long and lithe, strong and sexy…perfect.
For a moment, I forgot about the rainwater and imagined her sock was covered in the salty sweat I had tasted earlier. The notion made my penis dance between my legs. I leaned forward to smell or taste — I wasn’t even sure which — and her svelte foot suddenly pulled away, replaced by her other shoe, still tied.
I felt frantic. I already missed the feel of her foot in my hand. I scratched and tugged at the laces until they came free, then ripped her shoe off and tossed it aside, spraying water across the carpet. I grabbed hold of the new foot and explored anew, relishing in its symmetry with the other.
“What do you think about taking those filthy wet socks off?” Mackenzie suggested luridly as she lifted her first foot back up to join the other.
Yeah, I thought to myself in a daze, why didn’t I think of that sooner? I dug my fingers under the band of one sock and slowly peeled it back like a banana. Water dripped out as it compressed, and I quickly tossed it aside. Then I repeated my task with the other.
I half expected to be disappointed by her bare feet, especially after admiring them so elegantly swathed in the tight socks. On the contrary, I found them even more beautiful. Exposed were all her delicious features…all the exquisite subtleties that had escaped my notice earlier in the day. The lines of her ligaments, the unique shape of each toe, the whorls of the prints on her pads…
“Oooh, my feet are so damp and cold…I would really love it if you warmed them up,” Mackenzie prompted, then added in a steamy voice, “However it suits you.”
I suddenly felt like a kid in a candy store. I dropped to both knees and took one damp foot in each hand. My fingers probed with the curiosity of a blind man, seeing her textures, perceiving her contours. The more I touched, the luckier I felt to be allowed such hedonistic pleasure with someone so obviously out of my league, however kinky and bizarre it was.
Honoring her request, I did my best to dry her soles by wiping my palms down their length. The contrast between the size of her feet and my hands was astounding, as if we belonged to different species. I was like an innocent little poodle, frolicking carelessly before a giant alpha wolf. I felt a tingle run down my spine…the thrill of danger.
Then I noticed how warm I felt. Heat emanated from my cheeks. I was completely flushed from excitement. That gave me an idea.
I lowered my head and raised her feet, then proceeded to rub her cool moist skin all over my cheeks and face, mashing them in, tops and soles, drying them, bathing in her scents, passing her my warmth. I felt like a pig wallowing happily in the mud. I must have looked completely ridiculous, but I didn’t care. I was in hog heaven.
Despite most of her feet warming up, I observed that her toes remained cold. I thought wistfully of the moment in our English lecture when her digits crossed my lips. My next action seemed preordained.
I positioned the balls of her feet on my chin, with her big toes in front of my mouth, and the others lined up in neat rows to the sides like an exotic pan flute. Then I looked up at Mackenzie’s pretty face, sensing I needed her affirmation before I completely debased myself before her. She smiled warmly.
“However it suits you…” she repeated, using the exact same intonation, enticing me to succumb to ecstasy of my newfound fetish.
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, running it first in the gap formed by her two big toes. I caught a hint of saltiness, but quickly recognized the more potent action would be in the clefts between her toes. I moved down and let my tongue glide across the bottoms of all her toes. Then I slithered it into one little crevice and back out again. I was met with a distinctive flavor, kind of a salty, tangy funk. Hours ago, I would have gagged. Now I feasted.
Needing more, I dropped one foot and went in hard on the other, sucking in each toe individually, then gobbling in multiple, licking between them, savoring her sweat and odors…knowing full well they belonged to my bully; a bitchy powerful woman that teased and tormented yet titillated and inspired me to find pleasure in ways I had never imagined. God, I wanted her so badly.
My whole body suddenly convulsed as Mackenzie’s other foot rubbed up the length of my rigid member, sliding along the thin cotton of my pants. I shuddered as her toes traced back down, lightly stroking me.
I looked up at her face with her smallest two toes in my mouth, expecting a sneer but receiving back only a serene smile. I pulled off with a pop and shifted her foot so her big toe was in front of my lips.
Then I looked up at her again. I’m not sure why, but it felt important to me to know she was watching. Her head gave a barely perceptible nod. Then I opened my mouth and sucked her whole big toe in.
It was so long and thick it practically filled my whole orifice. I could feel her wide, hard nail in the roof of my mouth, and I ran my tongue up and over it, exploring the smoothness of her nail polish, contrasting it with the roughness of her callous on the side. I took in its mix of tastes, salty and musty, zesty and oily, once again detecting her distinct lotion on my tongue.
Then I did something that I still can’t explain. As I stared into her eyes, I slid her big toe almost out of my mouth. Then I slowly sucked it back in, up and back down, dribbling spit, swirling my tongue. Over and over. Like I was giving it a big sloppy blowjob.
I closed my eyes and thought of when I watched her blow Greg through his open bedroom door. My hips reflexively pressed forward into her bare foot below, rubbing my length along its side, finding the friction I so desired. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, it was so strange and perverted, but so exhilarating!
Without warning, both her feet suddenly pulled back and planted on the floor in front of her. I fell forward against her bare legs, grabbing on to avoid tumbling to the floor.
The surface of her skin was smooth and soft, but I was amazed at how firm her thighs were underneath. The only legs I had ever felt were kind of squishy, including my own. Hers were rock solid. They had the ideal proportions and curves of a pantyhose model — yet they were made of pure muscle.
There was something intimidating about discovering her powerful physique beneath her shapely facade. I knew she was athletic and toned, but how strong was she exactly? I hadn’t fully grasped until then that she must be far stronger than me. Something about that excited me, and without thinking, I pressed my crotch forward against her shin. I shuddered as my unit slid past and grazed her muscular calf. I pumped again, savoring the sensation.
Mackenzie’s hand tenderly brushed through my hair, arresting my motion. She spoke softly:
“Stand up, Sprout.”
Realizing shamefully that I had been humping her leg, I quickly scrambled to my feet, forgetting to cover the giant tent below my waist. Her eyes locked onto it, and she bit her puffy lower lip.
“I want to see it,” she said quietly, then her eyes flicked up to my face and she spoke with an eager, girlish voice. “Can you please show it to me?”
I stood dumbfounded. None of this made sense. I hated her. I was afraid of her. She was so cruel and cunning. Yet here she was, asking me nicely to show her my stiff penis.
“Remember, I showed you mine?” she said, with a bat of her eyelashes.
The towel draped over her shoulders suddenly fell back, again revealing her luscious breasts.
Forgetting myself, I grabbed my waistband and shoved it down as fast as I could, then frantically stepped out of the legs, only to catch my foot and trip forward, right back into her. This time she held up a hand and caught me by my shoulder, her strong arm easily supporting my weight. I looked at her apologetically, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Easy, it’s okay. I know you’re excited,” she comforted sympathetically as her arm pushed me back up to stand. Then she looked down at my extended rod, and whispered, “Come a little closer.”
Her knees spread a couple feet apart and I inched forward between them. I could feel the soft skin of her thighs slide against the sides of my scrawny legs. As I pushed forward, I noticed how my legs seemed to compress while hers didn’t give at all. I looked down and saw my pulsating dick approaching her giant tits.
“Okay, that’s close enough,” she said as she gently nudged me back with her hand on the front of my hip, inches from my pole.
I sucked in a breath. This can’t be real, I must be dreaming, I thought to myself. Please don’t wake up!
Her eyes stared curiously at my rigid member, and she cocked her head, inspecting it.
“Hmmm,” she hummed as if considering something.
Her hand on my hip slid over and her fingers encircled the base of my penis, grasping it firmly. My knees felt weak. Then her other arm lifted, and her fist engulfed the remainder of my shaft. My legs almost gave out, except the strength of her grip seemed to hold me up. I noticed how my tip poked out just beyond her two hands.
“Whoa…you’re more than a two-fister. Not such a little Sprout after all,” she giggled in seeming admiration, then she raised her eyes to look at me. “Did you know you’re at least two or three inches longer than big, buff Greg? He’s much thicker, though, more of a salami kind of guy. You’re like a long, skinny pepperoni stick.”
She looked down again and her face got close to my protruding tip. Then her tongue shot out and licked at it fleetingly. My whole body shook in ecstatic surprise. She pulled back and looked up again.
“I love the feeling of his fat rod plugging my big wet hole,” her voice oozed salaciously, then she continued with wondrous conjecture. “But your little dipstick could probably tickle me way deep inside, right down to the squishy bottom…pleasuring me where his can’t.”
I let out a long moan, seduced by her lascivious words, unable to control the throes of my arousal. I felt a well of pride that there was truly something I could give her, something this beautiful goddess might actually want from me! Maybe she would take my virginity after all?
Her hands suddenly released my long wiener and pressed me to step back. Her bare feet lifted to my hips, pushing me back even further. Then I watched as one foot, then the other moved toward my shaft.
Toes from her right foot stroked my topside from tip to base, then toes from the other slid back up my bottom. I moaned even louder, and my breathing became hurried.
The long top of her left foot settled under my length, lifting slightly so I rested on her. Then her right big toe pressed down onto my glans. Slowly, she shifted forward and back, wiping across it, mashing it into her other foot, catching its brim on each little stroke, giving me the friction I needed…
Her motion suddenly stopped, and I looked up at her face pleadingly.
“Tell me what you want, little Sidney,” uttered my muse in a throaty voice.
There was only one thing I wanted in that moment.
“I want to cum all over your feet, Mackenzie,” I gasped.
“Do you want my feet to take you?”
“Yes!”
“Beg me!”
I was completely lost, I would do anything she said.
“Please take me with your feet, Mackenzie! They’re so beautiful and strong, so long and hot. I can’t deny it, I want your feet more than anything. Please fuck me with your perfect feet!”
“Grab my legs,” she commanded urgently.
My hands grasped her steely calves and I saw her lips curl into a smile. Then her feet and toes began to move, slowly at first, then faster. I could feel the sinews of her leg muscles working in intricate concert, moving her feet with practiced precision. I imagined her on a basketball court, her shoes dancing and squeaking, mastering her footwork, becoming the best she could be. I thought of her pouring the same energy into developing her sexual prowess and skill. I could feel her expertise on every side of my long rod, twisting and darting, swishing and squeezing, schooling me in the possibilities of feet, lighting up the scoreboard of my fantasies.
Her hands suddenly moved from her sides and groped at her ripe melons, cupping the bottoms, pinching and squeezing her nipples. She breathed loudly through her mouth and her eyes rolled back in her head. Was she turned on because of me?! Seeing her arousal took my euphoria to a whole new level. My nuts readied explode…
Her motion abruptly stopped, and her feet pressed hard into my groin on either side of my dick, shoving me back. Then her legs retracted, and her arches clamped down on my rod, just behind the head. She glared at me with fire in her eyes.
“Show me how deep you can go with that little garter snake,” she ordered. “All the way in! Imagine you’re scraping the bottom of my cunt while I fuck you and take your virginity!”
Submitting to her raunchy command, I gripped her mighty legs and shoved forward as hard as I could, all the way down to my base. Then I closed my eyes, pulled back and lunged with all my strength. Her heels slammed into my balls and her toes jabbed into my stomach.
I yanked back and thrusted again, imagining her vagina sucking me in, pulling me deep inside, burying me in her recesses…exploiting the lone gift of my anatomy, scratching an itch Greg couldn’t reach…taking my seed!
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!” I screamed as my sperm shot out all over her legs.
She suddenly pinched the base of my shaft with the cleft of her big toe. Then she slid my rod quickly through her trench, back and forth, squeezing up my length, milking me of my semen, catching it on her other foot, rubbing it all over…
My ardor was so intense I dropped to me knees, only just able to prop myself up with my hands on her legs. My body twitched several more times, spurting out more cum onto her dexterous feet.
When I finally emptied out, my head grew light and I leaned forward onto her legs, breathing deeply, disbelieving…
“You made quite a mess on me,” Mackenzie spoke with a touch of sassiness. “The least you could do is clean it up.”
I opened my eyes and looked up at her. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed like her eyes had a familiar gleam of mischief about them, something that had been missing since her arrival.
I reached forward for the towel that she had let fall from her shoulders and her hand caught mine, clamping down firmly. I looked up to her face. The mischief was definitely back.
“With your tongue,” she stated curtly.
My eyes suddenly bugged out and I tried to pull away in shock and disgust, but she held me fast.
Her other hand snaked down to her leg, and she wiped a finger along her shin. Then she held it in front of my eyes, showing me a glob of my viscous cum. For a moment, I thought she would wipe it on my lips. But instead, she raised it to her mouth and flicked at it with her tongue, sampling it.
I braced for a crude insult, conditioned by her countless slights. But none came. Rather, she shrugged, gathered me in her sparkling gaze, and slurped her whole finger in. Her eyes closed as if she were savoring my taste. I couldn’t believe what I was watching!
“Mmmm,” she purred, pulling out her finger with a pop. Then she opened her eyes and chuckled, “I think someone had garlic for dinner.”
I almost laughed as I recalled my Chinese food. But the weight of her deviant instruction hung too heavy, and my face sagged with a frown.
“It’s really not so bad, Sprout,” she encouraged, then added sultrily, “Besides, I think I can make it worth your while…”
I felt her weight on my hand ease, then she slowly lifted it up. Her body leaned forward, and her breasts swung out with a small jiggle. She turned my hand upward and pulled it just under her hanging tit. Unable to control myself I tried to close the gap and cop a feel. But she easily held me back, squeezing my wrist painfully.
“Tsk-tsk,” she scolded with her tongue. “First you need to beg me…to let you lick your cum off my feet.”
My heart raced as I weighed my options. Her feet had been amazing. But goddammit her tits were out of this world. I’d never even touched a boob before! I desperately wanted hers to be my first. I could barely breathe as I considered succumbing to the ultimate degradation. I looked up at her nipple just an inch above my fingers. And I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Mackenzie, can I please please please lick my cum off your feet?” I babbled urgently.
“Good boy,” she said condescendingly. Then she paused for a dramatic second, her eyes twinkling with amused delight. “Yes.”
I immediately dropped my head to the top of her foot and found a long string of semen, almost like the Frosty earlier. Then I stuck out my tongue and licked straight up her foot to her ankle. At first the taste made me gag! Then I detected some saltiness and a sort of mushroomy flavor, and finally an underlying hint of garlic. It was weird and unfamiliar. But ultimately, she was right: it wasn’t so bad.
I lowered down and found a large rope I had sprayed up her shin at the beginning. I stopped and looked up at her expectantly. She nodded with a wry smile.
My tongue touched her leg, and my hand suddenly filled with the most amazing texture I had ever felt. I probed her mound, squeezing her rigid nipple and the supple flesh behind it, imagining my mouth on it.
I lapped up my excretions, picturing my tongue flicking her nipple back and forth as my fingertip wiped across it. Strangely, it felt almost like the acts converged, like my finger was an extension of my mouth.
I found big deposits of cum between her toes and guzzled them up, sucking in her digits like I imagined suckling at her tits. I could feel myself getting hard again.
I reached up with my other hand and she caught it, guiding it to her un-fondled breast. I pawed her with abandon, her perfection amplified in stereo, her sensual chords reverberating through every inch of my body. My penis brushed the carpet and I pressed down, rubbing against the coarse weave. Amazingly, I felt the urge to cum again, and my licking and rubbing became frantic.
“I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” she said teasingly, interrupting my frenzy. “I actually drove here. I parked just around the block and left my big golf umbrella in the car.”
I barely registered the significance of what she said, I was so lost in the twin reverie of squishing her breasts and slurping my cum.
I heard a phone buzz and she leaned over to the side, then sat back up. After a moment I heard a voice.
“Mackenzie, can I please please please lick my cum off your feet and legs?”
At first, I thought she was mimicking me. Then I suddenly felt like I had tripped and fallen on my face. It was my voice.
I stopped what I was doing and looked up to see Mac holding her phone in my direction. A video played of me licking her legs and feet!
“I bet one of my sorority sisters that I could make you my foot bitch by the end of the week,” she explained with a haughty laugh as she flippantly peeled my hands off her tits. “Her big condition was that you had to beg to eat your cum off my feet.”
I felt my face screw up with the urge to cry, and I looked down to avoid her seeing.
“It took me less than a day! What a joke! You’re such a pathetic little loser!”
I couldn’t believe the sudden turn of events. I should have seen it coming. Maybe a part of me did. But I was so helpless to resist her. So pathetic.
Just then, something hit her leg. I glanced up to see a strand of spit break off at her mouth. I looked back to see it trailing down her shin.
“Oops, you missed some,” she taunted with a wicked laugh.
I looked up at her, my eyes burning with hatred, my vision blurring with tears.
“Tell you what,” she said with a pretentious lilt. “If you lick that up, I’ll make it a point to sit far away from you in Shakespeare lecture from now on. And I won’t even mind if you swirl my saliva around in your mouth and fantasize about making out with me, which will obviously never happen.”
I began huffing through my nose, like a bull ready to charge. I could feel my blood pressure building in my brain, threatening to explode my skull. Hatred wasn’t even a strong enough word.
“Oh, and that buzz a minute ago was Greg,” she said with a casual shrug. “He was a block away at the time.”
I suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. I thought briefly about her harassing me in class twice a week. Then I bent my head down and licked her leg one last time.
The doorknob jiggled and I quickly grabbed my pajama pants and scampered inside my room, just in time to hear Greg enter. I stood still with the door open a crack.
“Hey babe! What the heck are you doing naked in the living room?”
“I got caught in the rain,” she said in a pouty voice. “Sprout was nice enough to get me some towels.”
“Um, but you’re naked. Out here.”
“Don’t worry, your roommate was a perfect little gentleman,” she giggled reassuringly. “You know, I’m cold and you’re sweaty, what do you say we jump in a hot shower together? Maybe I’ll even dribble some conditioner in my cleavage and let you fuck my tits with that thick salami of yours.”
“Hot damn!” Greg cried out zealously. “God, I love you, babe!”
Their voices fell silent, and I heard faint moans and smacks as the couple made out.
I leaned back against a wall and shuddered. I fucking despised the bitch with every ounce of my soul! How could I let myself fall so helplessly into her trap?
With resigned sadness and a depraved sense of surrender, my eyes squeezed shut and my hands took hold of my long, skinny pepperoni stick. Then I swirled Mackenzie’s saliva around in my mouth and imagined what it would be like to make out with her…