Four Sisters By Belfour This is a continuation of "The Lesson" If you are under 18, you are warned the following story contains adult material and is intended for mature readers. If violence and graphic sexual offend you accounts do not read. Preface: This is a continuation of "The Lesson" and in this story Kelly returns with her sisters who each have expertise in the martial arts and other barefoot masturbation techniques. As I woke up, I looked around the unfamiliar room. The walls were padded and everything was white. Holy Shit! I though. Had I finally been placed in the loony bin? As things became a little clearer I began to focus and gain perspective. I was naked and my six-pack stomach looked like a glazed donut. I was coated with my own dry cum and didn't have any idea why. I located my gym shorts and shoes, put them on, and began my search for how I ended up in this strange, possibly erotic and certainly confusing predicament. "Coffee," I though to myself, somehow had something to do with it. As I left what I had now come to realize was an old racquetball court in the abandon WYCA on Water Street; things started to piece themselves together. I visited Starbucks coffeehouse daily before I would go to work. I liked the coffee but that wasn't the reason for this obsession- it was her. Her name, which I learned later, was Beth. She worked mornings at this particular Starbucks filling coffee and driving guys crazy. She was what I would call an "earthy." She usually wore floral patterned sundresses, which accentuated her healthy long figure. Her hair was a medium brown color, parted in the middle and highlighted towards the tips. She was muscular; but lean. Her breasts were big, but not huge. Her legs were long-very long and her ankles were thin-so thin she reminded me of a thoroughbred. I was certain she was some type of athlete in high school or college who had been converted into a "Granola Head." I'm not an obsessive type but I could not get this woman out of my mind. The funny thing was, she didn't even vaguely seem to be my type. I had spoken to her on occasion and she didn't strike me as overly friendly. She rarely smiled and seemed a bit dim. She had incredible deep blue eyes: yet the look behind them seemed vacant and absent of any girlish giddiness. I imagined she would be a dead fuck. All of these judgments I had made regarding this girl became immaterial on a sunny Spring morning in April. I went in to Starbucks expecting to get another overpriced cup of shitty coffee and a glimpse at the catalyst for my morning, evening and even afternoon erections-what I saw of her this particular day made an indelible impression on me. As I fiddled in my pocket looking for change for my cup of "Mocha Fag Delight," she approached me. The outfit she was wearing sent chills up and down my spine. She was dressed in an incredibly tight sport bra that silhouetted her long erect nipples and a baggy pair of pants that looked like a part of a martial arts uniform. Then I saw what blew my mind. I gazed downward at largest, longest and perhaps sexiest pair of feet I had ever seen. My guess was they were size 12. They were so big and powerful they almost looked scary-her second toe was easily four inches long! In all of my years, I don't remember ever feeling like I was going to pass out from an instantaneous blood drain to my cock, this instance, was the exception. Once I gathered my thoughts I hesitantly asked her if she was into Karate. "Yeah, I mean.no.like you would call it Karate but like it's different." She responded. I then informed her, "You know.I've always been interested in the Martial Arts and a girl who works for me is a black belt in like four different martial arts." "Cool," was her only response as she looked at me for the money and gave me the coffee. I was dying to find out more. Kelly, the girl who works for me had given me the most sexually gratifying experience of my life in a martial arts scenario and although it was somewhat painful I was definitely a glutton for this type of punishment. In the days that followed I asked Kelly a little bit more about the martial arts training she was involved in, the types of martial arts studied in our city etc. I didn't want to let on that I had the hots, to say the least, for my Kung-fu earth muffin at Starbucks. Since Kelly and I had a history sexually and she was a vicious martial arts expert, I was afraid she wouldn't like the idea of me messing around with a girl who looked remarkable like her who was also a martial artist. Imagine the surprise I got when I found out who Kelly's sister was. Her past was wild. She was 26 years old and as I had guessed was an outstanding all-around girl jock. Beth was perhaps the finest soccer prospect to come out of Phillips County in ten years. And although she was nearly 6' tall she didn't play basketball. Instead she chose dance line as her winter/spring sports. Like her sister Kelly she grew up without a great deal of money and while she wasn't as outgoing as popular as Kelly wasn't, she was a better athlete. At the age of 14 her athletic prowess became apparent. She and three of her other sisters at the time Patricia age 18, Julie age 17 and of course Kelly age 12 began studying Taekwondo at the WYCA. Each of the girls excelled and according to their teacher, Ms. Torrence, had a natural affinity for the martial arts. Ms. Torrence spent a great deal of time with the Spencer girls as she felt the martial arts were designed specifically for women to be used against men. Anita Torrence was a 38-year-old divorcee at the time. Her husband left her at the age of 32 and since that time she had focused all of her energy into the martial arts-more specifically taekwondo-more specifically yet, male groin domination. She was an ultra feminist who enjoyed nothing more than using her bare sexy feet on the hoards of teenage stud boys-sexually humiliating them until them with her vast arsenal of kicks, throws and pressure techniques until by the time she was 38, her classes were comprised of 90% female students. Anita was innovative with her attitude about the male groin. The penis and the testicles were the focus while some martial arts instructors don't believe groin kicking is effective, Anita thought differently. She developed creative yet effective kicking techniques and innovated a number of what she coined, "Toe Scissors" techniques. She went so far as to have a wooden "Bruce Lee" like rotating horse to which she attached a long erect wooden shaft that had a remarkable resemblance to an erect penis. As part of their daily training regiment and belt advancements, students were required to wrap their soles, toes or insteps around this wooden pseudo-cock and control the movements of this rotating wooden training device. One day Timmy Halloran age 14, purple belt, was being obnoxious and teasing Beth and her sisters. Ms. Torrence, whose feet, by this time, had become very familiar with Timmy's groin, got an idea. Timmy was big for his age 5'11" and weighed about 160 pounds and a very good little athlete. He was a purple belt, while Beth who was now 14 years old, had only tested to green belt. She was 5'8" but only weighed about 90 pounds. Beth didn't care for Timmy Halloran, she knew he had a crush on her but thought he was an obnoxious jerk. Ms. Torrence took a gamble that the highly coordinated, pissed off female green belt could silence the overbearingly obnoxious bigger, stronger boy. They squared off in the center of floor in front of all of the other students and parents. Neither wore pads or headgear, as Ms. Torrence didn't believe in these "wussy" types of protective devices. They bowed to each other and started to circle in their low ninja-like crouches. Timmy was an arrogant little prick- dancing around the obviously nervous girl-trash talking, feigning Sugar Ray Leonard like air speed-bag routines and acting like a perfect little ass hole. His dad, Bob Halloran, was even a bigger ass-hole. He was an ex pro football player who was now a stockbroker for Merrill-Lynch. As his son danced around Beth he blurted out, "Don't hurt her Timmy-I don't want to hear about it from your mom tonight." With that the cocky 14 year old planted a solid heal kick to Beth's pre-pubescent chest sending her down to the mat with a thud. "Sorry girlie," the young asshole chided standing over her as he continued wearing his arrogant half-cocked smile. What happened next surprised the class, Timmy and his dad. Lying on her back Beth brought both of her lovely size 10 feet into her chest and with a loud "Keeyaaa," slammed the soles of her feet into young Timmy's unprotected groin. Timmy went down like a ton of bricks and started rolling around coughing and weasing. Beth shot to her feet with surprising agility and coordination and stood over Timmy with her long right leg cocked to her chest. Timmy was embarrassed; his Dad would certainly be ashamed if he didn't hammer this young girl down.and quickly. "You're dead now princess," he grunted and aggressively moved in for the kill. Timmy's began to wonder if was going to win the fight when, like a bolt of lightning, he felt Beth's toes come from out of nowhere and lift up his testicles, pushing them into his stomach. "If you stop now Timmy, I won't hurt you," Beth promised. "Fuck Y.." Timmy tried to respond but was cut off in mid speech by the bare sole of young Beth's left foot as it shot between his legs. Timmy went down again, coughing, and rolling. The girls in the class were laughing and Timmy's dad was going nuts. "Goddamit! stop this Bullshit. Little Brat." Bob Halloran waddled his 250lb. fat ass towards the class. This is when 18 year old sister Patricia stepped in. Patricia was beautiful. Blonde flowing hair, sculpted facial features, thick pouty lips. She had just been named Prom Queen and was as sexy as any 18-year-old high school cheerleader anywhere. She intercepted the older Halloran and said, "You better leave my sister alone Mister or, I'll have to use my feet on you.and you wouldn't like that." Halloran ignored Patty and tried to push her aside: this was a mistake. Patty had actually begun her martial arts training at the age of 15. She was already a Brown Belt and while at this point, meant nothing to the overbearing Mr. Halloran it was about to mean something he wouldn't soon forget. Patty stepped back, crouched down, adjusting her pants and with perfect control sent her strong, flexible leg up 180 degrees with a loud, "Hiyaa," and, with the knife like edge of her pretty foot, caught the elder Halloran in the throat straightening him upright. From this point Patty fell to all fours so her curvy ass was facing him. She looked back over her shoulder at her target, brought her knee to her chest and like a cannon exploded her pretty right foot deep into Mr. Hallorans groin. Poor Mr. Halloran, who was gasping for air from Patty's first kick never saw it coming. Patty left her foot buried deep into Halloran's groin applying steady pressure until she was sure the assailant was not a threat. Halloran continued to roll around grabbing his crotch and throat not even totally aware that he had just been taken apart by a 115 pound cheerleader. With the two Halloran men rolling around on the floor, Ms. Torrence decide to end class. She dismissed everyone from the dojo with the exception of the Halloran boys and the Spencer girls. "Girls, we are going to have an extra private lesson today," Ms. Torrence explained. She continued, "What you're about to witness is the essence of my martial arts theory. You must never tell anyone where you learned these techniques and never ever share them with anyone." She looked to Jimmy and said, "You know the drill." Immediately the 14-year-old boy dropped his pants and took off his top. It just so happened young Jimmy was no stranger to Ms. Torrence's favorite foot techniques and even though it caused him some discomfort, Anita would always reward him for his participation. By this time Mr. Halloran was recovering from ball smashing he received from Patty's feet. He looked over at his son who was now naked, then at Ms. Torrence. She had her back to him but could see his reflection in the window she was facing. Without thinking Mr. Halloran rushed Anita while she was talking to the four Spencer sisters. Without even breaking her speech or looking at Mr. Halloran, Anita effortlessly lifted her knee out in front of her flexed her long painted toes apart and delivered a most devastating heel kick into Mr. Halloran's groin. While Patty's kick nearly put him out of commission, the 2nd degree Black belt's kick did put out. Halloran fell to the floor with a loud thud. "That's better," commented Anita. She then proceeded to removed his Dockers Khaki pants and his Bubba Gump boxer shorts. This was the first time the Spencer girls had ever seen a grown man naked. "Beth,.. Do what I do and the rest of you watch," Anita instructed. She sat down in between the unconscious Mr. Halloran and extended her long bare feet into his hairy crotch. Beth did the same to Jimmy. "This works better if the subject is aroused and with that she grabbed Bob Halloran's limp penis between the soles of her feet. She looked as if she were trying to warm her feet with his cock. Up, down, left, right, toe squeezed, arch pressure it took a few minutes but Mr. Halloran rose to the occasion. On the other hand, Beth found and erection in young Jimmy the moment she grasped his cock in between her feet. "I call this a variation of the Talon technique," Anita crooned. She wiggled and then spread her toes and captured both of Mr. Halloran's big testicles between her Big, second and third toes of her left foot. She looked over at Beth as she began to spread her long toes and attempt to capture Jimmy's testicles. Jimmy, who was a "footwork" veteran as a result of his weekly encounters with Ms. Torrence, looked a bit worried as he gazed at Beth's long, strong toes. While he had a more than adequate sized erection, his cock was dwarfed by the size of young Beth's feet. At this point, all Jimmy was able to see was the bottoms of her feet. When she spread her toes he could have sworn her feet were size 15. It reminded him of the national Geographic explorer about Hooded Cobra. He thought of how the snake spread itself out to look bigger and then taunt its prey before striking. Jimmy wasn't sure what was going to happen but he felt, metaphorically, like a mouse next to Beth's overpowering feet. Beth's toes were so long that she was actually able to capture his testicles and penis, his entire package, in between her big and second toes. While she was apprehensive, Beth soon found she liked being able to control the opposite sex so easily. Up, down, right, left-Beth was somewhat clumsy with her technique but it was doing the trick. Jimmy was in heaven. Her feet actually felt better than Ms. Torrence's did. They were big and strong but very soft. He was just about to cum when Beth instinctively used the toes on her other foot to scissors lock his erection at its base. She then stopped the yanking she had been doing with her other foot until he had calmed down. "Beth, using this Talon technique, position your longest toes (in Beth's case it was her second toe) in the crease between his two testicles," Beth did this as did Ms. Torrence on the still unconscious Mr. Halloran. "Then," she continued, "squeeze and curl this toe until you've actually have the mid point between the two testicles." Beth did as she had instructed and when she got as deep as she could, Jimmy's legs suddenly went numb. "Now.you've hit the spot where you've effectively immobilized your attacker," Anita explained. She was right and her vast knowledge of the male genitalia's anatomy was impressive. "All men have this area.as soon as you are able to located this spot, the man will not be able to move.sort of a temporary paralysis sets in." Beth was turned on. This incredible power trip she was feeling made her crotch tingle. Jimmy was still fully conscious but the boy was incapable of moving as long as Beth's long middle toes was pressing this nerve. "It really helps to have big feet," Anita added. "But," she continued, "I've taught this technique effectively to women who have wear a size 6." For the next two hours each of the girls had a chance to practice these techniques on each of the men. By this time, Mr. Halloran had woken up but because Ms. Torrence was a master of the Talon and several other foot techniques, she was able to control the large man like a puppet. He was unable to move but could speak and told Anita that he was going to have her put in jail for what she had done to him and his son. "I don't think you will," Anita condescendingly responded. "How would it look to your golf buddies if they knew you were sexually emasculated against your will by a bunch of young girls?" With that Anita again, spread her toes and told the girls to watch. "Mr. Halloran has been such a good sports allowing all of us to play with his penis and testicles with our bare feet.I think he needs a reward." Anita summoned Julie the 17-year-old brunette sister and instructed her to sit between Mr. Halloran's legs. "Now Julie, you need to rhythmically message both of his balls with your toes.soft and then when I tell you.hard." Julie nodded and proceeded to do as she was told. Ms. Torrence took off her pants and sat her svelte ass right on Halloran's face and at the same time, extended her toe spread feet down to his erection. "This should only take a second," she said mockingly and started to knead his penis between her toes and arches. Within a minute or roughly 15-20 strokes, she blurted out, "Now," to Julie who was still vigorously working his testicles from the other end. Julie's long slender toes squeezed into his nutsack as if she were trying to burst a water balloon. Mr. Halloran came like he had not done since college. Viscous white fluid covered Julie's toes, soles and shins and well as Ms. Torrence's toes. "God I love being able to do this so easily," she declared, as she instructed Beth, Patty, and Kelly to do the same exact thing to Jimmy Halloran. Beth easily had the longest toes so she decided to do the penis work while her two sisters concentrated on his balls. While she pumped, twisted and otherwise manipulated his twitching cock, Beth couldn't help wondering what she was going to say to Jimmy in Math class tomorrow. Not more than a second later Jimmy spurted like a high powered squirt gun all over the place. "Eeeeyou," screeched Patty and young Kelly as their pretty feet were, for the first time in their lives, coated with layers upon layers of cum. Not only did Beth not find the orgasm distasteful, but also she actually had multiple orgasms herself. She was exhilarated. The feeling of power was undeniable and she liked it. She liked it too much. End of Chapter 1 -To be continued.