Two True Stories By Toe-Sucker-Boy When I was in the first grade of primary school, we once had a gym lesson with an exciting incident. We were boys and girls, the latter being all barefooted. In order to warm up we had to run around. Then came an exercise on the climbing poles, for which we formed two queues. In my row there was a boy who played the clown by saying "Man, am I tired!" and lying down on his back. Those who saw this giggled, especially the girls, and soon the pretty girl next to him moved her naked foot to his face, let him just yell "No!" and then planted her red sole on it, laughing at her victim and enjoying her victorious pose for a while. So the poor (or lucky?) guy had to sniff the foot, which must have been sweaty and somewhat dirty from all the running. Maybe he had intended something like that. Three years later the same girl won a friendly fight with one of the strongest boys of our class: in no time she had him in a firm headlock. She was simply gorgeous. My cousin Claudia ----------------- By Toe-Sucker-Boy (The part before the asterisk is mostly true, the rest could very well have happened!) When I was sixteen, my parents invited my twelve year old cousin Claudia for the summer holidays. One evening they were visiting neighbours, and so my cousin and I watched television, lying in their beds. Since the program didn't grip my attention, I started thinking about the naughty little thing before me. Three experiences came to my mind. At an early meeting she had welcomed me with a sudden kick in my ass, after which she rushed giggling away. On my last visit she once approached me and told me to look at her: I did so and got a resounding slap on my face, accompanied with a big smile and the comment "This one went home!" Of course, I tried to retaliate, but to no avail: she ducked quickly and landed a second slap. Holding her hands didn't help me either because every time I let loose to slap her, her hands were faster. Once I just grazed her, which she indignantly answered with a rather hard hit. After twenty (!) slaps from her and zero from me I gave up. While my face was a bit red, hers beamed with joy and of course, her broad mouth wouldn't stop teasing me. The third episode was, when, on an evening in her room, she extended her right leg and commanded me to lick her long red soles. She added that she had washed her feet, but I refused and went out, stressing that I would never do such a thing. Now I was lying behind this arrogant bitch and found the moment appropriate to teach her a lesson. I slowly brought my foot to her face. Unfortunately she noticed that and dodged my move, yelling at me what a pig a was. Still on the bed, she sat up, warning me that if anyone was going to feel the other's feet on his face it was certainly I and not she. Meanwhile I had taken the same position, and we both started moving around like bulldozers, persistently lifting the right foot and aiming at the other's face. My cousin proved to be much quicker, as always, but couldn't touch me since I was rather defensive. Soon she paused for a moment so that I could approach her. Foreseeing my attempt, she rushed forward, ran her sweaty foot into my face* and pushed me down. I got hold of her leg, but she withdraw it and straddled me in no time. I tried to shake her off, but stopped soon because she started bumping my flanks, which was unbearable. So I cried: "Please stop, I give up!!!" "Already?" she asked, torturing me a bit more. "Yes!!" I groaned. "Then you have to lick my feet!" Well, I didn't have a choice. Although the job aroused me, it was still hard because her sweat was bitter and foul, and that she laughed her head off was not sweet either. After I had cleaned her soles and toes, I was released and went to the bathroom in order to clean also my face and tongue. Yet the combination of a spider and my arachnophobia stopped me so that I was condemned to smell and taste her foot-sweat until the late hour when my parents came back. "What's the matter now? Does footlicker-boy enjoy the scent of my feet?" Claudia taunted. Yet the worst thing was that she told my parents everything, even that she had seen a big bulge in my pants. The mat-mate (pure fancy) ------------------------- By Toe-Sucker-Boy Angie was playing games at the computer of her brother Sam, when he entered. Though having forbidden to use his machine, he didn't protest since he was too impressed by her beauty. His eyes were wandering from her baby-face to her green-hued, glittering toe-nails. Finally he remarked: "Sexy, your nail-colour, I must say!" "You like my feet?" she answered smiling. "Let's say they look cute." "Then why don't you kneel down and kiss my toes?" "What? "You're crazy, sis!" "I want you to kiss them. I know from your eyes that you love'em. Do it now, please!" "I'm sorry, sis, but I'm not your doggie. Kiss'em yourself, it certainly wouldn't be the first time," Sam replied mockingly. Sis, still sitting, turned round to face him, waited a moment, and suddenly Sam felt a wave of pain and nausea building up in his abdomen. She had flashed her bare right foot into his nuts! "Owwww!!!" he moaned, as he went slowly down, first on his knees, then on his side, his face coming close to her feet. Angie poked him a little in the ribs so that he turned on his back. "If you do'nt want to worship my cute feet, you should at least serve as my footmat", she said smiling and started to wipe her dirty soles off on his face. Now he tried to kiss them, but it was too late: Angie gave him a hard smack with her right foot, ordering him to lay still, as a footmat is supposed to. After the wiping, he was allowed to move his tongue, since he had to lick her toes and soles clean. When Angie was satisfied, a weak and broken Sammy was going to leave without saying a word. He didn't think of revenge, no, with his aching testicles, he rather feared it might happen again. "Want to sneak out or what?" Angie asked haughtily. "Haven't you learnt anything about how to treat a lady?" Ten minutes ago, Sam would have burst into laughter, but now he came back trembling, bowed down and reverently kissed all her toes. "Now, that's a nice doggy!" Angie taunted with a broad smile, which developed gradually into a hysterical laughter. At the brothel (pure fantasy) ----------------------------- By Toe-Sucker-Boy Fred was only 35 and already unable to fuck because his prick didn't become hard enough. Yet his sexual appetite was intact, and so he went to a brothel in order to lick the sexy, smelly feet of pretty young girls. Three naked teenagers welcomed him and asked what he wanted. A little embarrassed and knowing that a ticklish girl would refuse, he asked if he could first choose a girl and then disclose his desire. The girls agreed, and he had the uneasy task to make up his mind. The girl to his right was instantly ruled out, being rather ugly and too big for him, whereas the other two had both their pros and cons: the one in the middle seemed to be kind but was not very pretty, and the one to his left had a petite, slim figure, firm perky breasts and nice little feet but was looking with bored arrogance to the ceiling and audibly munching a chewing gum. Fred, being a teacher, hated those manners like hell, yet he simply had to choose this goddess, before whom he was only a miserable worm. She didn't hide her disappointment, while he started telling her of his desire to lick her feet because he was impotent, adding that he liked her despising him since it fitted to his humble adoration. She accepted, admonishing him against touching her above the knees. "I understand that you take me for an asshole," Fred stuttered after a pause. "Yeah, that's what you are, a darn asshole and a loser!" she replied. "I, I appreciate your frankness. Er, what's the price?" "100 bucks, but make it snappy!" With visible jitters, he gave her the bills. When she came smiling back from the cash-room, he asked her to treat him as he deserved and to arrange the session so that she wouldn't feel bored. "Well," she said, grinning a little, "then take your glasses off!" After he had obeyed, she slapped him four times forcefully on his face. "Please, lady, not too hard!" he pleaded. She laughed: "Oh, you shit of a weakling, can't you take a few slaps from a teeny?" SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACKKK!!! "From now on, I won't hear other words than 'yes' or 'thank you' from your filthy mouth, or I'll kick your nut-sack." "Yes, madam!" SMACK! "Thank you, madam!" She couldn't help laughing. "Now down on your knees, and kiss every square inch of my feet." He obeyed. "And now, dog, lie on your back in front of my bed and lick my soles, toes and the gaps between them clean." He did again as ordered, and both were in heaven, with the nuance, of course, that his heaven was mingled with hell, especially when he had to eat the chewing gum she finally spat out. When he was leaving, the little miss humiliated him even further by calling her colleagues and telling them everything. Of course, all burst out into wild laughter, except Fred, who had to kiss every whore's feet in order to get the permission to leave. Having finished, he was literally kicked out.