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The Adventures of Madi Ch. 01

By: sexualrelief7191



"Been a while since I've posted a story. I've been really occupied and will continue to be, so don't expect there to be a lot of stories from now on. With that in mind, I wanted to do something unique that would keep people entertained for awhile. I started looking for something that hadn't been done yet, and I found it rather quickly. Enjoy!"




I sat there, in my half empty classroom, praying for a quick end. Literally four days til the spring semester ends and summer begins, and I was slowly dying from lethal boredom injections, administered by my Stats professor. It was the last class before finals and a good portion of the class was ditching to enjoy the beautiful seventy-five degree weather outside. The good student in me prevented me from enjoying the weather quite yet, as I didn't want to leave this class with anything less than an A minus. I just had to get through twenty more minutes of this and it was freedom for the day. 

Hi, my name is Madison, or Madi for short. I'm about 5 foot and 3 inches, so I'm not a "shortie" boys. I'm eighteen years old and a freshman in college. I'm a brunette (and proud of it) with usually straight hair, my eyes are green, I have a dancer's body ('cause I was one once), and my friends tend to call me "cute." It can be a problem with the boys, but I like the attention most times. It's especially hard because I'm not always into guys either. I'm a bit bi, although I don't go around telling people about it. Seriously, girls are really attractive, and I can't help but notice them more than these gross, nerve popping studs that have no class. 

Other than liking girls, I like other neat stuff too. I like peaches, mangos, Starbucks, horror movies, cute outfits, swimsuits, soccer, dancing, jewelry....oh, yeah, and feet too. Yes, those things you walk with and keep you balanced. Let me make one thing clear: I absolutely, positively hate guy's feet. They are GROSS and boys never should wear sandals or flip flops. Females on the other hand, have GORGEOUS feet. Pedicures, nail polish, toe rings, shoes, etc. I love it, to a point where it can turn me on. I'm not quite sure why I like feet, but it's something I've had interest since sixth grade. I used to stare at other girl's feet in class, being stealthy and keeping it to myself throughout school. I was a popular girl in high school, so I couldn't let it out about my sexuality or my attraction to feet. It would have been social suicide to say the least. 

Now that I have that stuff out of the way, back to the classroom. I was incredibly bored and wanted nothing more than to be outside right now. I looked down at my feet, which I do a lot when I'm bored or distracted. My feet are pretty small, at about a size five. Like the rest of me, they are tanned from my recent trip to the local salon. I had painted them a pretty pink color, but they were starting to fade away. "Time to paint my nails again," I thought to myself. I enjoy doing it, as it made me feel horny. My own feet give me a bit of a turn on, especially when I caress them with lotion and feel how smooth they are. It's about the best I can do, since I can't do anything with my friend's feet. I love them to death and wouldn't want to scare them off. 

My distraction was only momentary, and I looked back up at the clock. Eighteen minutes to go. I pouted a little and returned my attention to the teacher. He was just another stereotypical old professor that despite teaching for so many years seemed to have no idea how to properly teach a room full of college students. "Maybe he should throw in a random YOLO or LMFAO in his lecture," I thought to myself with a smile. 

I looked around the room for something to entertain me for the rest of class. Even though I'm in college now, I still look at girl's feet during class to arouse myself. Sadly, all the girls I've noticed with the best feet in the class were skipping to get their tan on or take a run in the nice weather. Of the thirteen students in the room, only three of us were girls, including me. The first girl was about out of view, and thankful so as she was rather obese and could hardly squeeze in her own desk. 

Then there was the second girl in the class. I think her name was Tausha or something. She wasn't as unpleasant to look at, but not too exciting either. She was a redhead, with her long hair almost always tied back and thin glasses on her face. She was probably about my height and seemed to have a slim enough of a frame. Even in this nice weather, she was wearing that god-awful Slipknot sweatshirt, jeans that could probably use a wash....or ten, and the same Converses I've seen her use all year. She could be a pageant queen under all those ugly clothes, but her outfit was so boring and not an eye catcher. It was a pity really, since I had such a clear view of her legs and shoes from my angle. Yet, from day one, she had been there and had maybe removed her shoes once, only to reveal some equally unflattering socks. Either she was one of those gamer girls that played Halo in all their spare time or a rocker chick that fell in the goth/metal crowd....maybe even both.

I rested my head against my arm, looking straight at her boring legs. Something seemed a little bit off to me though. She was wearing the same outfit I described, but something was different about her shoes or maybe the socks. The redhead must have read my mind or something, because right as I was trying to figure out this rare change, she leaned down. I moved my head upright again, hoping to not attract her attention while still watching her every movement. She reached down slowly, grabbed her shoe, and brought the ball of her foot out of the shoe. I literally froze in anticipation and glared at what was the ball of her barefoot. No yucky sock, just what looked like pasty white skin coming out of her shoe, which she was caressing with her fingers. Something about the ball of her foot had irritated her. As quickly as the moment came, she slipped the back of her foot into her shoe and resumed taking notes. 

Took me a few seconds to realize I had my mouth open, and I closed it quickly in hopes that no one had noticed. "Now that was a tease,"I thought to myself. From what I could see, her foot didn't look so bad at all. I can be picky about my feet, but I was curious about this one's feet. When I came to college, one of the things I wanted to achieve most of all was truly indulging my fetish. "Perhaps,"I thought to myself greedily, "This could finally be my chance." For the remainder of class, I started formulating a plan that would not only allow me to see the rest of her feet, but give me a chance to finally taste a woman's toe in my longing mouth. 

Thinking up a plan gave my mind something to work on, and by the time I thought I had something cooked up, Professor Monotone had dismissed us. The redhead took a bit longer than the rest of the group to collect her papers, so I waited outside and walked off to the right, knowing she went the other way when she left the building. I waited around the stairs down the hall, trying my best not to attract any attention. Finally, the girl left the class and went the precise direction I had predicted. I followed her from a safe distance, so she wouldn't get the impression I was following her. I pretended to be texting on my phone and glanced up to her to make sure I was still tailing her. 

It was still sunny and cool outside, perfect weather for this time of year. I was hoping that she might sit down outside somewhere, hopefully alone and secluded, like she was in class. I had never seen her talking to anyone else or socialize with any friends since the class started. It almost made me feel sorry for her, seemingly a loner. Well, that part didn't exactly go according to plan. After about five or so minutes of trailing her, she went inside one of the older residence halls and the doors closed behind her. "Great," I thought to myself. "Now I've got a problem." The residence halls were locked to all but those with residence keycards. Now I had two choices: I could wait outside and hope she came back out very soon, or I could maybe try again after our last class. "Well, I guess I could wait here for a little while and study," I thought hopefully. 

I sat myself down under a tree in front of the residence hall that my target was in. It felt nice under the shade. I looked over my outfit: a simple red cotton shirt, capris, and some white flip flops I had hurriedly slipped on for class. My hair was pulled back and loose behind my ears, which had my favorite jewel earrings dangling from it. I thought I looked pretty cute myself, in this nice spring outfit under a tree. No how can anyone say no to someone like me right now, even if it's a girl and I wanted her feet. I started thinking about it, drifting into deep thought about how I planned out my approach......

"Hey, are awake?" 

I woke up from my nap with a start. I had fallen asleep under the tree. "Yeah, just dozed off a little," I replied, looking up at my waker and almost wet myself. It was the redhead from my class. She gave me a puzzled look, undoubtedly because she caught me sleeping out in the open. 

"Aren't you in my stats class?" she asked still puzzled. I replied with a polite nod and she gave me her hand. I took it and she lifted me up. "What are you doing out here sleeping under a tree?"

I had to think of something rather quick. "Well, I just wanted to sit down and my dorms on the other side of campus, so this was the best thing I guess." It was lame, but it stuck well with her. Her name, in fact, was Natasha (close enough right?) and she was actually very nice. The next thing I knew, she's inviting me to her dorm room to rest if I still need it. Not part of my original plan, but I could always improvise.

Her room wasn't what I was expecting it to be. It was way too small, like all the dorms were, but it was cleaner and tidier than I had expected. I asked her if she wanted me to take my shoes off, hoping that was the case so she would too. She told me I was welcomed to, but she didn't do so herself. I slipped of my flops and sat on the small futon she directed me to. She sat on the bed across the room and we talked for awhile. Natasha was a freshman, like I was, and was studying biology. Her roommate was hardly ever here, as she went out with her friends a lot and went partying. I tried to keep the talking about her, so maybe I could find a way to make her trust me. Natasha went to her closet, revealing the contents inside. There really wasn't much to look at inside clothing wise: a few pairs of jeans, a few plain t-shirts, another sweatshirt and a few worn out sneakers. 

She took off her current sweatshirt, showing her white t-shirt underneath, and threw the second layer into her closet. "It's always so cold in that classroom, so I usually wear another layer," she explained. Now that I thought about it, the room was actually pretty cold. Her upper body wasn't so bad, and it was obvious that she kept in some sort of shape. She removed her glasses and put them on her desk, untied her hair and let her hair down. Now I could also guess why she wore her hair in a tie: she was a biology major and had to work in a lab every day and was required to tie her hair back. I looked her over again with renewed interest. She wasn't exactly the prettiest redhead I've met, but her current look was an improvement over the girl I had seen every other day in class for the past few months. 

I knew I had to make a move at some point, so I tried asking about her shoes. "Well, this about the only pair I have right now," she answered sadly. "I don't really have that much money and my family lives far away." I asked her what her shoe size was, not able to guess it myself. "Their a size seven, why?" She didn't understand why I was asking this questions, I could tell. I decided that there really wasn't a way out of it, so I spilled the beans to her. I told her about my foot fetish, about seeing her in the classroom playing with the ball of her right foot, but I left out the part where I was following her. Her reaction wasn't disgusted or sickened like I expected it to be. She was politely listening to me and never interrupted. She only spoke after I was finished. 

"So you like feet in a sexual way?" she asked rhetorically, not questioningly. She seemed to be thinking about it. After a few seconds, she looked back at me and gave me a smile. "Well, I don't think you're a freak or anything for it Madi."

I returned the smile, at least happy that I could say it without being judged. Natasha walked over to her opened door and closed it. A knot in my stomach formed, not knowing why she would close her door all of a sudden. She gave me a reassuring smile and sat on the futon with me. She leaned over close to me. "So, I'm honestly a bit curious about your foot fetish, and my feet are tired from all the walking today....would you give me a foot massage?" She was being completely serious and being honest. 

I immediately answered yes, not able to hide my excitement. She laughed a little, eased her back onto the leg of the futon, and put her legs and feet on my lap. If I was a guy, I would have had the biggest boner. I took the left shoe, tenderly caressed it, and slowly removed the shoe. Her foot was indeed bare and about the size she had told me. They were a bit chubbier than my feet, and were white as could be. Her nails were not polished, but her feet seemed to have been cared for. I looked over at Natasha again, seeing if she was still comfortable. She gave me another reassuring smile to continue. Before I went for her feet, I took her shoe and pressed it up to my nose. I nearly wet myself again, just from the first flood of aroma. There was a salty, musky wave, followed by what seemed like fume of sweat erupting from deep within the confines of her only real pair shoes. I gave the shoe several more prolonged sniffs, savoring the moment, before I could force myself to put it down. Now, it was time for her feet to feel the love.

I've been preparing for a moment like this by watching countless foot massage videos, as well as watching my dad. He gives my mom massages whenever she asks. Occasionally, I even get a foot rub from him if the circumstances are right. I worked on Natasha's toes softly, prompting a few giggles from her. I pressed down harder, so I wasn't tickling her. Her toes were stiff, but wet from sweat. She wasn't pampered often, that much was for certain. I went for her right foot next, took in my sniffs from her shoes, and worked on those toes as well. Natasha was no longer ticklish and now had her eyes closed, sinking in the relief. I worked my hands down to the soles of her feet. Much like her toes, they were stiff and didn't give way to my massage so quickly. I pressed harder to unnerve her soles. She gave a low moan of approval, still keeping her eyes closed. The balls of her feet were the least enjoyable part to massage, as they were a bit crusty and the stiffest part. Despite that, Natasha seemed to enjoy this part of the massage the best, giving off louder moans and goading me on. I was starting to feel hot from her encouragement, not to mention the fact I had some pretty decent feet on my lap. 

Finally, the massage was over and her feet were more limber than they had in years. Natasha gave me another smile. "Thank you so much Madi, you really know what you are doing." I blushed a little, trying to hide my embarrassment. Then, Natasha's look changed from happy to a more sexy, devious look that I could never have imagined her making before today. "Since you were such a great masseuse, you can lick my feet like you've been wanting to." She relaxed herself again. I was ecstatic! This was better than Christmas or any other holiday. I went right for her right foot and was about to sink my teeth into it when she interrupted. "Oh, and please clean in between my toes too please," she said in a teasing matter. 

No argument from me, that was for sure. I went for the soles of the right foot, pressing my nose and once again taking in her scent. Much like her shoes, the smell overwhelmed my senses and made my body long for more. I drew out my long, wet tongue and took my first-ever lick of her foot. Smelling was one thing, but tasting her soles was a greater turn on. Her feet tasted delicious, like a new dish I had never tried before. My tongue swept over her soles. They were wrinkled, slightly crusty and covered in sweat. I traced my tongue over every wrinkle, every inch of beckoning soles, not wishing to miss a single taste. Natasha's breathing became heavier, with more prolonged moans, although not sexual in nature. 

The soles didn't take long for me to comb over, and soon my tongue had "cleaned" them over. I went for the balls of her feet next, remembering that she seemed to like when I massaged that part. I gave each ball a sweet, tender kiss, my fresh lips contrasted with the hard skin on her feet. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the balls, sucking on them like a popsicle. It was enjoyable, but my mind wandered to her toes. That was the part I had long dreamed about. Her toes, like I've said, aren't painted, but were cute and slender. 

That thought was enough to do it for me, and I went straight for her toes. I started sucking on her big toe on her right foot first. I pumped the succulent toe inside my mouth, like I was sucking a dick or lollipop. I was in heaven, sucking on each toe with the same lust as the big toe. They each tasted so sweaty, so salty that my thirst for more grew. I repeated this process on her second foot, salivating more this time from all the favor. Her toes were getting covered in my wet mouth, and she seemed to not even mind at all.

I soon remembered that I had promised to get in between her toes as well. I brought up both of her slippery feet and looked in between her toes. They seemed to be a bit more dirty, with a small piece of fluff between the middle and second toe of her right foot. I picked out the fluff, and replace it with my talented tongue between the toes. I wiggled and slither in the gaps, collecting the sweat and god knows what. The taste was incredible, like it had been for the rest of her foot. Her reaction never changed, but she seemed to enjoy her foot cleaning. I almost wished she were getting off from this like I was. I was about as wet as her feet were, but I didn't care. I continued to slip my tongue between her delightful toes, which sometimes wiggled around. 

Finally, the last bit of her toes were covered, and I finished her feet off with long lickes across the top of her feet, leaving them glistened with saliva. My job was over, and my tongue was exhausted. I looked over at Natasha and gave her a grateful smile. She returned it and brought her feet off my lap. "I think I understand how you feel Madi," she said softly. "It's gotta be hard to cope with this." I nodded in agreement. We talked for a little while longer, laughing and discussing our plans for summer. An hour or so later, I knew I had to leave and gave her my goodbye. 

"See you again in class and next year!" she said with another devious smile. "Maybe next time I'll be wearing something....different." She scrunched up her toes and wiggled them playfully. I blew her a kiss and walked out of her room. A little something to look forward to for next year. Maybe even next year, it wouldn't be close to the end when I finally got a chance to delight myself with someone's feet. Well, there was always this summer too, and there was someone that I surely had in mind.....But that's another story.

The Adventures of Madi Ch. 02



"Hi, my name is Madison, or Madi for short. I'm about 5 foot and 3 inches, brunette, cute, and like to have a good time. I'm not exactly like other girls, because I'm bi and have a foot fetish. Yes, a girl can have a foot fetish too. I love feet, and I'm always looking for a chance at another girl's beautiful feet." 

I glanced over my room, looking for the perfect spot for my last item. "There, right on that shelf," I thought to myself. I placed my stuffed animal panda on the highest shelf in my bedroom. I was officially unpacked and living at home once again. It had been about a week and a half since class had ended and I was looking forward to a relaxing summer. My school year had definitely ended on a high note, with my encounter with Natasha. I felt more confident and happier than I had in awhile. 

It also, however, left me wanting more. It was so hard to cope with such a fetish when hardly anyone knew about it. Of my group of friends, not one of them knew about my fetish. I had just gone out to lunch with them the other day in fact. Some of them went to college with me, others had moved away. To see them all again was fantastic, but also a bit frustrating. I couldn't stop taking peeks at their delightful feet, all with pedicures, some sort of polish and just plain cute. I just wanted to chow down on each one of their toes until I orgasmed all over their soles. 

That was one thing I didn't get from Natasha unfortunately. She obviously didn't mind letting me worship her feet, but I doubt she would do anything to my feet. I laid on my bed, frustrated from my thoughts. I brought my legs and feet up, doing a pointe. I recently went out and got a pedicure, trying to please myself. They now were much softer, with a fresh coat of light pink nail polish on my toesies. I wiggled them back and forth, smiling at how something so simple gave me so much pleasure. I brought my legs down, sat up, and crossed them. My legs were equally as pleasant, which I always strive for. 

Then, I remembered something. I instantly moaned in dread. I had to help my aunt's babysitter tonight in watching my cousins. My aunt had 4 kids, ages four to eleven, and they could be quite the handful. The three boys, the youngest, were naughty and liked to have constant fun. The oldest child was my favorite, a young girl that was rather shy and I was one of the few people she'd talk to. This babysitter wasn't doing such a great job, so my aunt asked me to help as well, and also keep an eye on this babysitter. Apparently, she got a bit drunk after she put the boys away. "So I've got to babysit the babysitter," I said to myself, not so amused. At least I was getting paid well for this. 

A few hours later, I was at my aunt's house doorstep, ready for what promised to be a crazy night. I came prepared though. I wore a simple college tee, athletic shorts and some comfortable running shoes. I even put on socks (which I hate wearing) because I didn't want to ruin my newly painted nails from running around the house. I opened the door and walked in on my aunt talking to another girl about twenty-one or so.

She was very attractive, not at all what I have guessed in a babysitter. She had dark hair that reached down past her shoulder, slightly curly, but she looked like she had just gotten out of bed. She was wearing a white tank-top, which revealed a bit more of her ample cleavage then I'm sure my aunt would want. This girl was wearing some raggedy short shorts, which complimented her beautifully tanned legs. Her eyes were a bit more narrow than mine, and she had stiff eyebrows to match. To sum it up: she looked like a hot mess and a lot of trouble. Too bad the girl was wearing socks, because I could only imagine her feet were just as attractive.

"Madi, there you are," my aunt finally noticing me. "This is Avery, and you'll be watching the kids with her." I smiled and gave Avery a polite "Hi" and held out my hand. Avery took it and gave it a slight shake, giving me a "I don't give a fuck" look. Something told me if she had this kind of attitude, this was going to be a very long night.

I was about right on the money. The boys were as wild as ever, making a mess, leaving them for me to clean up, went on to make another mess, Avery cleaned that up. She really wasn't a kindly babysitter, but at least she wasn't striking them or cussing them out. Finally, it was bedtime for the brats. Avery was cleaning some legos up, so I kindly volunteer to read a bedtime story to them. She gave me nothing more than a slight grunt and kept cleaning. After about twenty minutes of reading to the kids, they got into bed and actually fell asleep soon after. I stayed by their rooms for awhile, just to make sure they were really asleep. 

I went down about half an hour later to relax in the living room. Avery was in there, watching TV, with a huge bottle of vodka half empty on her lap. "This girl can drink," I thought. I'm not much for drinking myself and have only gotten drunk once. It looked like Avery was about halfway there herself. I asked her if she needed anything. She gave me a puzzled, angry look. "Yeah, for you to fuck off," she said and returned to watching her movie. She was already slurring. She was quite the drinker, and I wasn't too happy that I would have to spend two more hours here with her. I sat down on the recliner, since the comfy couch was completely taken up by Avery. She was laying down on the couch, legs out behind her with her head on the arm. Her admirable, shaven legs were relaxed and comfortable, with her brilliant ass sticking up in the air. This girl would have been a better stripper than she was a babysitter, as I continued to scan her body over with my eyes. Her socks were still on, although a bit more dirty than earlier from all the work she had done today. I couldn't help but think about what was under those socks, staring at them intently. Her feet probably smelled of high heaven and caked in sweat. I was guessing that her feet were about a size nine or so, as they were decently long, but not so skinny. 

Snapping myself out of my staring, I looked over at Avery. She was still drinking down her huge vodka like it was refreshing water. If she kept this up, she was gonna be passed out within the hour. "Wait...that's not such a bad thing," I thought to myself. "If she's drunk, not only will she get fired when she comes back, but I can also get her back for being a bitch." 

About an hour later, I got my wish. I returned from a bathroom break to find her completely passed out on the couch. I suddenly became nervous and excited, knowing it was now or never. I wanted to be cautious, so I shook her a little and tried to wake her up. Not even a grunt came out of Avery's mouth. I carefully took the vodka bottle out of her hands. The bottle still had some alcohol left, but I put in on the coffee table. I got on the end of the couch, right near her feet. Cautious still, I brought her right leg up and gave it tug. Still nothing from the passed out mess in front of me. Well, it was time for my late night snack: her feet. 

I brought my expecting nose up to her dirty sock, hoping that theses were even better than my friend Natasha's bare soles. Her socks smelled of not only sweat, but a perfume like aroma that I couldn't figure out. It was almost like grapes. It didn't matter, because the smell itself was intoxicating to my senses. I got the same wet feeling between my legs as I did when Natasha's toes were in my mouth, being sucked on with gusto. Soon, the smell mattered little to me and I bit the end of her sock. With a ferocious tear, I had removed her sock and her feet were finally revealed to me. I opened my mouth in awe at their beauty. They were wrinkled, sweaty and had plenty of meat on them. Her toes were painted a sexy black color that made my heart dance with excitement. Black matched her so well, and was my favorite nail color. 

My tongue grew impatient, so I dropped the sock on the floor and let loose. I ran my tongue across her perfect arches, taking my sweet time. Avery made no argument and remained passed out cold. If a good lick to her foot wasn't enough to wake her up, nothing was. I continued to lick her arches, pressing my lips against them at the end of each lick. These feet were smooth to my touch and my desire for more only grew. I worked my way up her soles, swirling my tongue on her luscious skin. Despite the room being rather cold, I felt myself getting hotter and hotter. There was no turning back now, as I continued my feeding frenzy on her soles. They tasted way better than Natasha's, by a long shot. No gross fuzz, not at all crusty, and they tasted sweeter to me than before. Chocolate might even take a backseat to these soles. 

Soon, my tongue was running right under her tender toes. I started backwards, with her pinkie toe first. Ripe with sweat and that unfamiliar scent, I brought the toe in my mouth and my tongue danced around it like it was a little candy. I found myself taking in multiple toes, despite them being a little bit large. I gratefully washed away all her sweat, and I soon knew what that mysterious taste was. Earlier, the youngest had dropped his juice on the floor. Before it was cleaned up, she must have stepped in it. Now it really was like candy, coated in a juicy flavor. Nothing could escape my mouth, and soon her her toes were slick and glistened in my mouth's juices. 

By now, I thought I was going to need an icepack. I felt so alive and hot with desire. It was time for the second foot, so I put down the right leg and picked up her left foot. I quickly removed her sock and threw it on her open purse. I gasped as I saw what was in her purse: a large vibrator, a condom, another small bottle of vodka and a knife. My aunt and uncle forbid weapons in their house, even for defensive purposes. "Oh boy, if only they could see this," I said to myself with glee. I couldn't believe that my cousins nor their parents didn't see this purse, as it was just wide open right here. I put her leg down and went for her purse. I took out and examined the vibrator first. Nothing special, just a blue plastic vibrator with a simple button to push. Probably got this cheap. I had never purchased a vibrator for myself, being too afraid that I would get caught or seen. "Well, here's my chance," I thought. I stuffed the vibrator in my pocket, hoping it wouldn't fall out. Next, I took out the knife, but before I could examine it, a voice startled me.

"What do you think you're doing with that?" I looked up to see Avery awake now, although obviously very drunk.

"My aunt doesn't allow people to have weapons in this house, or did she not tell you this?" I asked with a serious tone. Avery froze, obviously nervous from being found out. "You know," I added, I could get you arrested for bringing a weapon into this house with children and no parents."

Despite being drunk, my words carried some weight with Avery. She stood up, but paused when she stepped on her right foot. She looked down, "Why the hell is my foot wet, and why are my socks off?" She looked at me. I gave her a grin, proud of what I had done now. She must have got the message and looked at me dumbstruck. 

Now I stood up, determined not to let her win the situation over. I'm only two years younger anyway, it's not like she's my boss. "Look, you brought a weapon into my house. If my family were to find out, you'd be in trouble right?" She replied with a nervous nod. "Well, I could just let this go, not tell anybody...if you do something for me." 

Avery looked at me with a puzzled look. "What the hell do you want me for do?" she asked with a slur in her words.

I sat back in the recliner, pushed the seat up and brought chair up, along with my legs. "I want a foot massage, or is that too difficult for your drunk ass to do?" I asked with sarcasm. 

Apparently it wasn't, as she went to right to work. She got on her lovely knees and put her hands on my right foot. Slowly, she removed my sock to reveal my pretty little feet. Avery started pressing her thumbs across the middle of my feet, sending shivers down my spine and making my clit feel hotter than ever. My pretty soles were smooth and soft from my recent pedicure and although not as gorgeous as Avery's, I think someone with a foot fetish would love them, just as much as I did. I seriously doubted Avery did, but that was the fun part about it. When she started, she was surprisingly good at massaging my feet, or maybe I was just that sensitive. She was working my toes now, separating and pressing down on them. Now that didn't feel as good and I frowned at her. 

She looked at me angrily. "Well, what do you expect?! I'm not a masseuse or anything. I fucking hate touching other people's feet." 

I smiled now. "Well, if you hate touching my feet, I have a better idea." I brought my big toe on my right foot, dug in under my sock on my left foot, and lifted the sock off. I placed my bare feet out again. "Lick my feet now bitch and suck on my toes." I wiggled my toes in her face, adding to my effect.

Avery looked flabbergasted at my demand. I reminded her who was boss by jiggling the knife in her face. She gave a drunken sigh and resigned herself to her fate. She moved herself into position and brought her tongue out. "Oh my!," I thought as I saw that she had her tongue pierced. I thought tongue piercings were rather sexy, but I was too chicken to get one myself. Avery took her first lick on my right foot. I almost let out a yip when I felt her wet, soft tongue on my foot. 

It was indeed the most incredibly sexy thing I had felt done to my body. She continually licked my foot, sending feelings up my body that overwhelmed my senses. I couldn't resist it: I put my hands down my pants and started stroking my shaved pussy. I was already wet from licking her feet earlier. Avery didn't do much different, just kept licking my soles up and down. She was obviously not very pleased about the predicament she in. I gave her a look, and she started picking up the pace. She went for my toes and started taking in several in at once. My feet were so small that it was no problem for her. I felt like I was melting at this point and my fingers were soaked in pre-cum. It was so hot to see my little pink toes disappear inside of her delicious lips and then come out wet in saliva. My body was starting to convulse and I knew only a little more push would make me orgasm.

She started working on my left foot, a bit more enthusiastic this time. When you've got nothing to lose, I guess it helped. I felt the rush of fluid flooding to my pussy. Her tongue danced over the sensitive areas on my foot, from my arches to the middle of the soles, to the balls of my toes. The cold feeling of her tongue piercing only added to the unique feeling of having my feet licked. 

Despite all this pleasure, I couldn't get the kick I need to finally cum. So, I decided to have her try something different. "I want you to stick all my toes in your mouth now," I told her. 

Avery looked up. "Are you serious?" I nodded to her. She sighed a big drunk sigh, opened her mouth wide, and took in all my toes on my left foot in her mouth, without any difficulty. "Oh my god..." I said to myself. Having each toe being sucked was incredible, but this was beyond incredible. I felt the hot saliva in her mouth flowing over all my toes. "Deeper....deeper!!" I said with anxious intent. Avery soon had my toes all the way in her warm mouth. It felt like my toes were being covered in jello, and I could resist wiggling my toes inside of them. I looked down at Avery, who was not looking so hot. I removed my toes out of her mouth, before she choked. They were literally covered in her slobber, dripping and glistening. It had to be the one of the hottest things I've ever seen, like a hot Olympic swimmer without his shirt. 

I gave her a few seconds to catch her breath. I massaged my wet foot, taking it all in. I put out my right foot, ready to have my foot covered. Avery at first looked like she was going to protest, but stopped herself. She took my foot again, and slid my toes right into her mouth, deep as before. The wet feeling returned to my toes. I coaxed her to go even deeper this time. Soon, her mouth was wrapped up half to my ankle. That same wet feeling soon returned to my pussy, and I knew it time. I let out a loud gasp, and let my body let loose a barrage of cum. With no place to go, it soak the inside of my pants and onto the chair. 

Avery released my toes and sat on the floor. I felt like I had just run the marathon, and my body was totally exhausted. I was literally dripping wet in my shorts, but it was worth it. That was the best orgasm I had ever had, better than any boy could do. Eventually, I got up and went into the bathroom. I found a towel and dried myself up. When I came back out, Avery came up to me, demanding I return the knife. I noticed that she had put her socks back on. "Ok Avery, you can have it back," I said, putting the knife out. She reached for it, but I brought it back. "However, I think I want those socks, just for a little momento." I gave her a wink. Oh boy, was she fuming mad. She removed her socks and handed me them. I gave her the knife in exchange. "Ok, now get out, before you get yourself into more trouble missy." Avery didn't argue one bit. She got her bag, slipped her shoes on her delectable bare peds and stormed out. 

I giggled to myself. Avery didn't even ask for her money. She was never coming back here, I could tell. I smiled and took her sock and gave it a sniff. Still smelly, and hopefully would stay that way. Then I remembered something in my pocket. I took out her vibrator, proud of my little score of the night. This whole foot thing was starting to get more and more interesting, and I hoped my next encounter was sooner, rather than later.....but that's another story.  



The Adventures of Madi Ch. 03



"Hi, my name is Madison, or Madi for short. I'm about 5 foot and 3 inches, brunette, cute, and like to have a good time. I'm not exactly like other girls, because I'm bi and have a foot fetish. Yes, a girl can have a foot fetish too. I love feet, and I'm always looking for chance at another girl's beautiful feet."

Biking has to be one of my favorite activities ever. When I run, I look like a retarded deer with a limp and swimming ruins my hair. When I bike, I don't have to worry about my hair or the fact I can't run to save my life (although I can dance). Over the summer, I biked to get my mind off of things. Living at home was no longer fun after college and I couldn't wait to back in about a month or so.

I usually biked around the national park near near my home. The park was close enough that I could ride home if I got too tired, yet it was big enough to get a really workout. One Thursday afternoon, I was feeling a bit more adventurous and went farther into the park than I previously have done. I don't really know what it was, the extra espresso shot that morning or if I just was happy to get away from it all, but I pedalled like a maniac.

Before I knew it, I was very deep in the park, passing by very few people at this point. Although I'm admittedly a big chicken that's afraid I'll get attacked by monsters walking alone at night, I didn't seem to mind the fact I was practically by myself at this point. I kept pedalling, not paying attention to my surroundings whatsoever.

What I didn't know at the time, as I was approaching an intersection for two separate bike routes, was that another cyclist was approaching as well. I never saw them coming and ran right into them, with a big dramatic crash like you see in movies. I fell off my bike and hit the concrete. After regaining my focus, I checked to see if anything was broken or bleeding. Nope, just a scrape. I looked over at the other cyclist, about to yell at them for getting in "my way." Suddenly, I couldn't utter a word. Right there, was what could easily be described as the most beautiful blonde I've ever seen.

This girl was about my height and age from what I could tell. She was about as blonde as one could get, bleach blonde in fact. Her straight hair was tied back in a lovely ponytail with a pink clip. She had the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen, slight eyebrows, with perfect, flawless skin that shined in the sunlight. This girl was wearing a short blue summer dress, white flats with straps, matching shorts and sunglasses in her hair.

Looking at this girl, I felt so underdressed and unworthy to be in her presence. I was wearing a tee with the sleeves rolled up, daringly high shorts and had my running shoes on, but no socks on. I got over my infatuation and got up to help her. Fortunately. she looked fine, with nothing noticeably wrong with her. "I am sooo sorry!' I pleaded her. "I totally didn't see you coming, are you alright?"

The girl looked up at me and gave me a smile. "Oh no, iz not a problem, don't worry much," she replied with an European accent. I was a bit surprised, since I don't really hear accents like that except in movies. "Are you alright?" she asked me, with a look of concern on her face.

"Just a little scratch, that's all," I answered back with a smile. I really was impressed with this girl's figure. I was so busy paying attention to her that I didn't notice that my leg scrap was bleeding a little.

The girl noticed though. "You are bleeding a vittle bit. Let me help you." She went to her bike and got out a small aid kit and took out a cloth. "Here, hold this against ze legs and I will help you to zat shelter." She pointed to a small little shelter close by. I held the pad to my leg while she took our bikes with us. By the look of it, her bike was a bit banged up from the crash. This girl didn't seem to mind though, concentrating on being doctor with my leg.

Her name was Veronica Felicie, and she was originally from Germany. Her parents lived outside of Berlin, her dad was French, but her mom was German. She came to the US to attend the same college I went to, this being her first year abroad. I thought I almost melted when I heard that, realizing that this could be the first of many meetings. We sat on one of the benches in the shelter, putting our battered bikes aside. Veronica carefully took the cloth and threw it away in the trash can. She took out her first aid kit again, found some rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball. My scrape was still bleeding a bit, but after a few dabs it was better. Veronica took out a band aid and placed it over the open area.

While she was tending my wounds, my eyes were tending to her body. It was like this girl was a candid swimsuit model from Sports Illustrated. He butt was just the right size, her breasts were round and noticeable. Her legs seriously could not be real, as they were white as snow and as shapely as the rest of her body. I've heard a lot of pervy guys talk about wanting to fuck hot European chicks, and now I knew why indeed. We continued talking, getting to know each other better now that we had something in common. Veronica was studying Kinesiology at the university, wanting to come to America to learn English better and get away from Germany.

Apparently, she was dating a guy before moving here that broke her heart for some "bloede kuh." She started to get a bit emotional, tearing up at a second's notice. Seeing her cry like this almost made me tear up. I comforted her, caressing her shoulders and trying to quiet her down. I mean, it's just a guy after all. I've cried over torn pillow pets more than over a guy.

"Cheer up Veronica, I'm sure you'll meet plenty of nice boys here in America," I said. "Not to mention you've already made a friend here."

It took her a second, but then her face lit up like the sky when she realized what I was saying. "You....you vill be my friend Madi?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Yep, you're stuck with me now, so better get used to crashing into me, k?"

She laughed, then basically pounced on me. Her hug was warm and safe though, and I couldn't help the butterflies in my stomach. I had made a new friend, but I felt like I was in love. Her embrace made me feel right about myself, a sense of belonging. Then again, maybe I watched too much of The Bachelor. Veronica ended the hug and gave me another melting smile. My heart started pumping like a jackhammer, something I was not used to at all.

We kept chatting for the next two hours, on subjects ranging from what a real American cheese burger tasted like (apparently it's different there), to more about each other. Veronica was an Apparel and Design student, and loved fashion above anything else. She could speak fluent German and French, though she felt her English was terrible. Her favorite pastime was biking (imagine that), and she loved chocolate strawberries.

When we got to talking about me, as you would imagine, I was a bit nervous. I wasn't a very interesting person. All I could tell her basically was that I worked at a flower shop, going to school for Sociology, and I liked puppies...like a lot. Yet, she found all this very interesting. She even asked questions while I was talking.

"Do you enjoy your job? Vhat is your favorite flower? Vhy did you choose Sociology? Vhat is the most interesting part? I love dogs!"

Veronica was the most engaging girl I'd met, and I felt I could tell her anything. In fact, I dropped the bomb on her right then and there.

"I also have a foot fetish," I told her.

I suddenly realized what I had done. Not only had I ruined a lovely conversation that had last for the better part of two hours, but I had just told her something totally inappropriate. What was most shocking, however, was her reaction right after I said that. She laughed.

"Hahahaha, that is so funny Madi!" she said between laughs. She quickly got control of herself when she noticed I was hurt by her comment. "Oh no, I didn't mean it like that!" she looked flustered now. "I meant iz funny, cause my brother has one too." 

My head was down low. I felt so embarrassed at myself. Veronica, however, would not stop apologizing. She then took my hand and started rubbing it, trying to comfort me. The apologetic blonde did feel bad about hurting me, but I couldn't raise my eyes and look into hers. I was so close to crying a river. It was rather sad, kinda like Lindsay Lohan's career after she went crazy.

Veronica's smooth hands left my own and she took her finger under my chin, lifting up my face. I was teary, embarrassed by my sudden outburst. "I'm sorry," I simply said, holding back my tears.

She smile and shook her head. "No, I should be sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I do not think zat there is anything wrong with your foot fetish."

Those words made me feel better. "Thanks," was all I could say. I wiped away my tears and gave my best attempt at a smile. Veronica returned it, then took her hand away from my face. She took both hands down my right leg and reached for my foot. Confused at what was going on, I opened my mouth to ask, but she shushed me with her other finger.

"Let me make it up to you Madi?" she asked questionly.

She didn't wait for a reply, and started untying my running shoes. I wanted to stop her, seeing as my feet probably reeked of high heaven at this point. Veronica didn't even seem to care, and she slipped off my shoe, revealing my amazing feet (yes, I think my own feet are amazing, don't judge). My cute little toes weren't paint right now, though I was going to paint them red or something later. The soles of my feet were a bit wet with sweat and tanning lotion. Veronica seemed to almost be admiring my feet, running her hands across my arches and up my toes.

"Madi, you have such cute feet, just like you are," she said with a laugh. "But they are so small too!" She giggled again, and then started gently tickling my feet.

When I was little, my siblings and I would have tickle fights. Being the youngest and the most ticklish, I was always the target. They torture my cute little self whenever they could. The fact that I developed a fetish most likely stems from that. Although it was torture, I secretly loved it, and I still love having my feet tickled.

I immediately started giggling, trying my best not to kick her in the face. "You like this?" she asked with a devious grin on her face. Before I could answer, she started tickling harder, and I started to laugh. This girl was an absolute pro, tickling in all the right spots. I was starting to cry again, cry from laughter that is. This was seriously becoming too much for poor me to handle.

This went on for about two minutes or so, until she took my other shoe off and gave the insole a sniff. She laughed and sniff again. "Ohhhh, smells so goood!" Veronica said, then she started tickling that foot. Unfortunately, my left foot is noticeably more ticklish than the other foot. I was flipping out and my body was making involuntary spasms all over. I tried to ask her to stop, but the words turned into high pitched laughs each time. My sense were overwhelmed, and I resigned my fate to my new friend.

What Veronica did next was even more insane than her tickling. She brought both of my feet together, and started sniffing my toes. Shocked at this turn of events, I just sat on the bench, watching her every move. Veronica's nose dove right into my sensitive toes, sniffing away at the odor that was clinging to the air. I could smell them from my position: sweaty, cheesy and with a nose wrinkling effect. How could Veronica stand this terrible scent?

"I used to play games with my brother," she said as if to answer my question. "One of them was we would see whose feet smell ze worst. Usually, he von, but I began to like the smell."

"Eww, you smelled a boy's foot?" I said with a laugh. I found boy's feet to be extremely disgusting, let alone smellable. Veronica laughed, then resumed sniffing away at my feet, now moving down the arches. I noticed that I was starting to feel warm, almost turned on by this. I had never had my feet smelled before, let alone by their own choice. Slowly, I closed my eyes and leaned back a little. My hand started found its way to my crotch, and I started caressing it through my shorts. I thought this was the best feeling ever.

Well, I thought that until I felt something on the sole of my foot. I opened my eyes and looked down. Veronica was licking my soles.

"Veronica!" I said, surprised once again at my new friend's actions.

She looked up at me with her innocent blue eyes. "Do you vant me to stop Madi? I am only trying to make you feel better." She looked at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.

I was a bit torn to be quite honest. On one hand, I was deeply in love with this feeling, and maybe even Veronica herself. On the other hand. I felt like she was doing this as repayment for almost making me cry. Yet, something in her eyes told me she was happy with this situation.

"Go....go ahead," I said nervously.

Veronica wasted little time, and started stroking her long, beautiful tongue across my stinky arches. A few moans escaped her mouth and she licked across each slight wrinkle, every ball of sweat that had collected on my tanned feet. My mind started relaxing, wandering to other places. This was so different than when I forced that stupid babysitter last month to worship my feet in exchange for not tattling on her to my aunt. Veronica acted out her worship with passion, yet she seemed so smooth and relaxed. I took note and leaned back once again and closed my eyes, letting the German beauty do her work.

As I relaxed my body and let the sensations coming from my feet overwhelm me, a slight breeze rolled in, brushing against my toes. I wiggled them out from the slight tickling they had experienced. Veronica noticed and stopped licking my already wet soles. Curious to why she had stopped, I opened an eye and saw her literally gawking at my toes. I smiled and gave them another prolonged wiggle. It was true that the best part of my feet were those delightful toes of mine. Though they were unpainted, they were still very well kept by my constant lotioning and love.

I wasn't the only one who loved them apparently. Veronica's eyes were glued to my wiggling little toes, like she was under some mesmerizing spell. As much as this was cute, I had other things in mind. I whistled for her attention. She snapped out of her daze and looked at me.

"Are you gonna stare at them all day," I asked, "or are you gonna see how they compare to my adorable soles?"

We giggled a bit, both amused at the situation. Veronica stopped first, then opened her mouth, drew out her talented tongue, and started licking the pads of my toes. "Oh man!" I thought to myself. "This is incredibly sexy." I had never thought about having a girl do what Veronica was doing. Her cool, wet tongue felt brilliant on my hot, sweaty toes. Being in the confines of my tennis shoes without socks had done there number on them. Although I hated wearing socks. I never particularly cared for the scent my toes developed after being stuck in athletic shoes.

Whatever she and her brother did when they were kids, it sure made it a great toe-licker. My heart was racing, and my hand resumed massaging my womanhood through my shorts. Veronica's tongue had licked each toe pad thoroughly, and now were wedging their way in between the toes of my left foot. It's never easy to describe how it feels to have a person's tongue between your middle and fourth toe, but it's orgasmic to me. Her tongue started wrapping around and then her mouth engulfed both toes. I gasped, feeling a rush of sexual energy to my now throbbing clit. Toe sucking is by far, the best of foot experiences in my book.

It wasn't too long before she started moving on to other toes. Veronica never stayed on a toe for too long, as if to tease this poor girl. Her mouth felt so inviting and warm on my sweaty little piglets. I was enjoying myself, but I wanted to be a bit more involved. Then I remembered how I got her attention drawn to my toes in the first place. I started wiggling my unpainted toes in her wet, slightly slobbery mouth. Veronica started giggling and took this as a challenge. She sucked harder, licked faster, and made good on her promise to make me feel better.

My left foot, which was still sandwiched against the right one, was next on her menu. Again, she started by going teasingly fast, until I started wiggling my piggies in her mouth again. We both giggled throughout her worship session, both seemingly enjoying this. My toes never felt so loved, and I wished they had been more appealing to my new foot lover. That thought burst like a bubble, when Veronica started sucking on both my big toes at once. Moans escaped my lips once again as she started bobbing her head back and forth, like my toes were a dick being sucked off. The thought made me even hotter than before. I couldn't help but finally reach inside my shorts and rub my clit directly. We had only been doing this for a few minutes, yet my pussy was soaking. Of course, that could have been sweat too.

With one finally pass of her tongue, my toes were completely soaked, this time in her saliva. I thought it was going to be over right then, just as I felt I was on the edge of an orgasm. Fortunately, Veronica had other plans. She moved her sexy, full lips to the soles again, and slowly started making out with my damp soles. Her lips felt like velvet against the wrinkled arches, each kiss and swipe of her tongue aroused me to my limit.

"Oh Veronica! I'm going to cum!" I yelled out in ecstasy

"Oh well you vill like this a lot," she said. Veronica then took my right foot, opened as wide as possible, then wrapped her mouth around all five of my toes.

That was more than enough to send me into an orgasmic spiral. My inexperience with being worshipped had made this orgasm one of my largest. As my fluid escaped my now-drenched shorts, Veronica let my toes out of her mouth. Glistening wet and slightly pink, my foot relaxed down on her lap with my other foot.

"Did ve enjoy that much Madi," she asked teasingly? "I think someone might have gone too far for you dear..."

She could finished as I practically threw myself onto her and to the grass. Veronica looked at me with a surprised gaze, unsure of how to react. I never gave her that time to react: I brought my slightly crusty lips, and pressed them against her moist, beautiful lips. We kissed for the very first time.

My eyes were closed the entire time, but I felt Veronica give away a few seconds after our lips locked. Soon, we were kissing passionately on the soft green grass, not a care in our world. I had never felt something so intense, so romantic as this. Boys kiss like animals, girls kiss like angels.

Our kiss lasted for about two minutes or so, but we broke it so we could breathe a little. I was on top, looking down at a girl that even now, looking three times more attractive than before. She looked up at me, a look of passion and desire etched into that flawless face.

"Veronica, I think it's my turn now,"

She knew exactly what I was talking about, and gave me an approving nod. I stand up a little, and parted her long, white legs so I could sit in between them. Veronica presented her right leg to me, which I cradled lovingly in my arms, caressing it's silky smoothness. Then, I brought my hands to the adorable flats on her feet. I've never been one to tease or waste time, so I yanked the shoe right off. What greeted me was easily one of the most beautiful feet I've ever seen. Her foot size was definitely a bit bigger than mine, probably by about a size or two, and wider than mine.. Her soles contrasted her skin by being slight reddish-pink and slightly wrinkled as she scrunched her toes. Her pretty peds were painted a light blue to match her eyes and dress. They weren't as slender as mine, but fat would never describe them.




The Adventures of Madi Ch. 03



Like Veronica herself, I feel instantly in love and caressed her soft soles. Unlike my stinkers, these feet had a pleasant smell that made me hot down there again. I could tell Veronica was waiting patiently, so I decided not to keep her waiting. Since they were my favorite part, I want for the toes first. I wrapped my mouth around each toe, one by one. Like I had, she wiggled her delightful toes while I sucked and licked them. Her moans were pure bliss to my ears, and only coaxed me on to more worship.

I worked that one foot for what seemed like eternity. Her high arches were foot lickin' good and I loved them as much as her toes. It seemed like each time my tongue touched the skin, Veronica would let out the hottest moans know to humanity. Like me, she obviously wasn't used to this. Perhaps this was her first time to? I didn't really care, as I let that foot down and went for the second.

Much like the previous foot, her toes were a spectacle to watch in themselves. I just sat there and stare for a minute. Veronica giggled, then started wiggling her toes to get my attention again. I smiled and commenced my tongue lashing on her toes. The erotic moans began their chorus once again, and her toesies fit snuggly into my hungry mouth. I was going faster this time for whatever reason, but they didn't mean it was any less enjoyable. Like before, I tasted the blue polish cute adorn on each toe. It made me wonder if sucking on those could be toxic or something. Did really matter, as I continue loving up her feet. The soles made an excellent taste bud orgasm. I especially loved licking her wrinkles, as they tasted the most sweaty. They also seemed to be a pleasure area for Veronica, as her moans got louder and ragged as I loved passed my tongue across them. Eventually, I have covered her feet, and decided to give her something just as orgasm inducing as she did to me. Although I know I couldn't fit all her toes in my poor little mouth, I knew I do so with her heel. It was sloppy, but it did the trick on her. Veronica started practically yelling.

"Madi! I'm cumming! Please keep going!"

I played my magic on both heels until she let out one last blood boiling, toe curling cry. Her orgasm proved to be just as hard as mine, with a wet spot emerging between her perfect legs. And with that, we were spent.......

"So are all American girls just as amazing as you are?" Veronica asked as we walked our bikes down the path towards the exit.

"Nope, most of them are a lot dumber and no where near as fun," I replied back with a wink.

We had been walking like this for the past 20 minutes, heading back to my place, where I invited her to join us for dinner. My folks are always open to company, and are used to my friends coming around all the time. Boy would they be surprised when I brought back a German girl. What would have surprised them more, if they would be told, is that Veronica and I were planning on seeing each other a lot over this summer. For the first time ever, I had a girlfriend. Best part was, she was just as wild about me as I was about her. Cue the dramatic walking into the sunset.



The Adventures of Madi Ch. 04



"Hi, my name is Madison, or Madi for short. I'm about 5 foot and 3 inches, brunette, cute, and like to have a good time. I'm not exactly like other girls, because I'm bi and have a foot fetish. Yes, a girl can have a foot fetish too. I love feet, and I'm always looking for chance at another girl's beautiful feet."

Summer was less than 4 weeks from being over for me. Already I was starting to plan my packing and getting ready to move back to my new dorm room, a better room than I had last year. Best of all, Veronica was my roommate. We managed to change her rooming, since I had lost my roommate from last year. Excited was an understatement: I was bouncing of the walls and couldn't hardly wait to be with her every single day. Unfortunately, Veronica was in Chicago until the week before school started. Not being around her was torture, and I felt like a druggie without his drugs to get him high. I know, it sounds dumb, but it comes close to how I feel right now.

"Foot withdrawals...hehe," I thought to myself, sitting on my bed with my journal. I started keeping one to write down my thoughts and desires when I came back home. I was so tired of being here, having nothing to do now. I hung out with my friends occasionally, but they had their jobs and I had mine. I worked at a flower shop throughout high school and they were happy to have me back when I came home. It was a pleasant job, but not very exciting.

I looked through my own journal, depressed at the fact that so much of this journal was pretty sad. "Thank god I have Kayla," I thought to myself. Kayla is my older sister. You see, I have two older siblings: my brother who is a year older and going to be a junior in college, then there's Kayla, who has just gotten out of college. She's twenty two now, so three years older than me now that I had my birthday last month. Kayla was one of the few people that I trusted enough to tell her my secret desire for feet. Not my father, mother, brother or even my best friends, except Veronica. I looked up to Kayla because she was what I wanted to be. 

My sister was very beautiful, with brunette hair similar to mine and was longer than I could pull off. Unlike yours truly, Kayla could actually get her hair to curl. She was taller, at about 5 foot 9 inches and very leggy. I mean, this girl had the sexiest legs on the planet and made my shorter legs look pathetic. She had wide, beautiful eyes that you could gaze into forever. Kayla also had this really cute overbite that wasn't like a beaver overbite, but a sexy one.

Of course, what I admired most about her was her gorgeous, size 8 bare feet. She had the most perfectly shaped feet I had ever seen. They were long, slender, but not bony or unpleasant. Her toes were a delightful spectacle, usually painted a happy bright color to match her lovely personality. When I was growing up, I would love our movie nights where she would always dress in her skimpy t-shirt, pajama pants and go barefoot. I would stare at her feet, rather than the actually movie. She might have noticed once or twice, but didn't said anything for years. Even when I told her about my secret, she never judged me and even went as far to relate to me about her own desires: she absolutely loved sex. My sister, as much as I love her, is a whore compared to me or anyone I know. She wouldn't date a guy for long if he wasn't good in bed or refused to sleep with her. I've lost track at how many guys she's dated over the years.

I've been with a few boys myself, but nothing really materialize out of them. They paid zero attention to the part I wanted them to: my feet of course. I love my feet to be touched, caressed....licked, sucked on, etc. I've never had a boy that would do those thing, but a girl can dream. Since I have such a huge fetish, it's always dominated my sexual drive and I can't have good sex if guys aren't turning me on properly.

Kayla was coming home tonight to see me. She lived in a city an hour away with her current douchey boytoy, but he wasn't coming along, thank god. I was so excited to tell her about college and finally getting to satisfy my sexual need. She always had encouraged me to try to get some feet. Now I had experienced it several times in the last few months. Boy, was she gonna be surprised when I told her that I had a girlfriend. 

My sister came at 6 p.m. and I was the first to rush to the door. After a massive bear hug, I let go and admired her beauty. She was dressed in baggy shorts, a beautiful blue top and had her amazing hair curled and bouncy. On her feet, she was wearing cute pink converses. I was hoping she would be wearing open toed shoes or something, seeing as I admired them so much. 

While I adore her feet, it's not like mine are bad or anything. My own feet were about a size 5 (although I argue 5.5) and very well taken care of. I had found an old polish under my bed, and had put it on. My toes were now a glittery black color, which I thought was really cute. If I were anyone else, I would surely suck on these babies in a heartbeat. Of course, I was barefoot and proudly displaying the shiny new polish.

My family and I sat down for dinner and talked. Kayla was a great listener, and enjoyed hearing about my experiences at college. I wished that I could tell her all right then and there, but I could never let my parents know, not yet. Fortunately, Kayla was sharing my room for the night, so we would have plenty of time to discuss all of that. 

Despite being all excited about telling her all, I was also a bit nervous now. For so long, I've had this crazy obsession with my sister's feet, and now I was starting to move away from that. Now, she was back, and those feelings resurfaced. Kayla had kept her shoes on, as my parents really didn't have any rules regarding shoes in the house. In fact, I was about the only person in this household who went around barefoot a lot. I love the feeling of carpet on my soles. It felt like I was walking on a cloud. When she was living here, Kayla wore socks a lot, but occasionally went barefoot other times than when we watched movies.

Several hours later, Kayla and I finally had time to be alone. We were hanging out in my bedroom, which had been her room years ago. My sister was as excited to hear about the rest of stories as I was. I had been hinting to her that I had plenty of stuff to tell her before she arrived, and wanted to hear it all. I began with my encounter with Natasha back in May. Then, I told her about our aunt's babysitter and Kayla couldn't believe that I did something like that. 

"You've so got to be lying right now!" she teased. "That girl could have kicked your ass if she wanted to."

I shook my head. "Nope, I went all badass on that bitch. She never knew what hit her."

We both laughed as I continued talking. When we got to the part about Veronica, Kayla stayed silent, sinking in every word, every detail of my girlfriend. She seemed surprised on how open I had been with my foot fetish, but also was very pleased.

"So when do I get to meet this pretty girl?" Kayla asked. "I wanna meet her myself and shake this girl's hand."

I giggled a little, but I was a bit sad after she brought that up. "She's gone away until right before school starts." I started tearing up, just thinking about it. Yep, I'm probably the biggest cry baby on the planet, but I hated being away from someone I had become so close to in such a short time. 

Kayla stopped me right there. "Madi! Crying is not going to help!" she exclaimed. I stop crying and looked at her. When she needed to be, Kayla could be forceful and take control. That's probably why she sleeps with so many guys. "Look, I'm glad you met someone that you care so much about, but crying isn't helping."

She was right. I choked back the tears and gave her a reassuring smile. Kayla returned the smile. "Besides," Kayla continued, "I have something for you that you'll enjoy." My sister then took of her converses, revealing her cute, pink socks. I was puzzled, unsure of what she was getting at. Although she accepts my fetish, she's never shown much interest in trying it herself. 

"Kayla, why are you taking off your shoes here," I asked. 

She gave me a very cute smile. "Well sissy, I got a pedicure the other day and I wanted to know what you thought of it...so here they are."

Kayla removed both of her socks and out popped those scrumptious feet of hers. She hardly ever took care of her feet, other than putting polish on them, but they definitely looked pampered. Her soles looked creamy and soft, as contrasted with her usually slightly crusty, callused feet. Her toes were painted bright green, a very distinct color. She wiggled her tantalizing toes, as if to tease me further. 

"What do you think sissy?" she asked. "Are these toesies to your liking, you dirty little foot girl?"

I laughed and then started for her feet. Now I knew what was going on: we used to play this game when we were kids. It was called Foot Monster, and it involved "eating" your victims feet. Before I could reach her feet, she moved them to the side and play wrestled me to the carpet. We pinned each other, trying to get at each other's feet and win the game by putting the other's toes in their mouth. Kayla tried tickling my sides, but that was not my weak spot. However, her armpits were her's, so I went for those. She started laughing, struggling to keep me away from delicious toe candies. 

In a last ditch effort, I went for Kayla's exposed belly and gave it a raspberry. That did the trick, and Kayla started cracking up. With her incapacitated, I took her right foot and started "eating" her foot. They tasted of sweat and of fabric, probably from her shoe. As I started munching on her toes, Kayla relaxed. She started moaning as wrapped my lips around her delicious toes. The excitement died down, and I felt a calm, sexual feeling come over me. She was my sister, but it wasn't like we were having sex or something. 

Kayla's toes were almost as amazing as Veronica's. They were much sweatier and longer than my girlfriends, but I really felt like this was a different experience all together. My sister seemed to be enjoy having her feet being worshipped. She hear soft moans were music to my ears and I kept sucking on her toes. Truly, this was the first time she had let me do this. I had given her massages before and she did the same in return, but our sisterly bond prevented us from going any farther til now.

Whatever had come over my sister didn't really bother me. I just kept on sucking on her green-painted piggies, feeling them wiggle around in my warm, expectant mouth. Kayla had obviously been prepared for this, since they were done recently and she usually painted her toes on rare occasion, as opposed to me painting mine nearly every week. 

The toes on her right foot were starting to lose their sweaty flavor, but her soles were sure to be just as delicious. I started running my skilled tongue down her long soles, prompting quiet moaning from my sister. It never occurred to me that Kayla was this excited over foot worship. She had admitted she tried it with a boyfriend or two, but never really mentioned much. Her occasional teasing was just sisterly fun and now I was starting to think it was more. Kayla's sweaty soles scrunched slightly every time I gave them a lick. Over and over, I licked each wrinkle. My sister's feet were easily becoming my favorite pair, and I wished that I had tried this sooner.

"Madi! Kayla! We're watching Back to the Future, get down here!"

My mom's yelling from downstairs startled both of us. Kayla flopped her feet out of my face and I jumped back. After we got ourselves together, we giggled. Reality had taken a backseat these last few moments, but we now snapped back. We went downstairs to watch our favorite family movie, deciding to continue later.

Back to the Future is easily one of my favorites, so I had no problem watching, even if it meant halting our fun. Instead, Kayla and I curled up in blanket like we normally do, and sat on the couch behind the rest of the family. While we watched, my sister gave me a very sensual foot massage. I'm very sensitive on my feet, so I had a difficult time keeping my occasional moans quiet and I once yelped a little bit in surprise when Kayla passed my foot around her crotch. She was slightly damp from what I could tell. Thinking about my sister being turned on made me excited. 

After the movie, we went back up to our shared room to pick up where we left off. After all that massaging and footplay under the blanket, we were both turned on. Kayla sprang on the bed and me close behind. I took both of her soles and started licking between them. She had built up enough sweat from being under the noticeably warm blanket for the last few hours. My tongue danced across her sexy arches as I picked off the tasty sweat with each lick. Kayla was quietly moaning, since we didn't want to attract any attention. 

Despite loving the fact I was getting to worship my sissies feet, I felt like mine deserved more than a massage, so I plopped my right foot up into her lap. Getting the message, Kayla started licking my foot. She proved to be as talented with her tongue as I was, paying equal attention to all the parts of my foot. What drove of insane was when she made it to my toes. Taking each toe one by one, she shoved them deeper in her mouth than I dare try with hers. Her moaning vibrated in her mouth, tickling my sensitive digits. I was having a combination a giggle/moaning attack and I felt like I was about to burst at the seams. It made it hard to concentrate on her feet. 

Kayla seemed to care less about her feet being worshipped than her pleasing mine. Finally, I let her's down and let my sister work her magic. She had switched to my equally sensitive left foot, leaving my right foot wet and sloppy. What a lovely sight it was to see. Kayla seemed like a pro at this worship thing. What else could explain her amazing technique? Evidently. she had tried this before. 

What came next was even more of a surprise to me. Kayla took her right foot and skillfully rubbed my clit through my shorts. Slowly, she worked my throbbing sex and I couldn't help but moan louder and louder. Her pace increased, and she put down my feet to concentrate on her new job. 

"Well, are you gonna take them of or not?" Kayla asked.

I didn't need to be told twice. I removed my shorts, than panties with gusto. Her naked foot touched wet clit, and she started rubbing faster than before. I muzzled myself with a pillow to keep my moans quiet, since I couldn't keep it down any longer. After only two minutes of pure sexual bliss, I came, hard. A wet stain appeared on my bed, as well as Kayla's foot. She sighed in relief and relaxed. I was trying to catch my breath, exhausted from this ordeal. 

Kayla spoke first, "So sissie, how was I?"

I managed to laugh and look over at my beautiful older sibling. "That was amazing Kayla...thank you."

She smiled, then crawled over beside me, and snuggled. We wrapped around each other, and soon found ourselves falling asleep.



The Adventures of Madi Ch. 05



"This addition is dedicated to a fan who contacted me quite a while ago. He gave me this great idea for a story that I thought audiences would love. Please rate and comment about this story and let me know if you have any ideas by messaging me. Thanks!"




"Hi, my name is Madison, or Madi for short. I'm about 5 foot and 3 inches, brunette, cute, and like to have a good time. I'm not exactly like other girls, because I'm bi and have a foot fetish. Yes, a girl can have a foot fetish too. I love feet, and I'm always looking for chance at another girl's beautiful feet."

 Nothing says "welcome back to college" like the university magazine sale. Sounds fun right? Wrong. This sale is the pits. Since I was now a second year student, I had to go out and do these sales with my lovely "team" of girls I was assigned with. These girls were some of the bitchiest, laziest, self absorbed cunts I had ever met. Excuse the language, but it's completely true, I swear. 

 The money we raised would help with tuition and I appreciated that, but no one wanted this crappy magazine. It was about stuff that was going on at the University no one gave a hoot or a holler about. All the boring stats, research, new professor info, etc. was in there, but nothing exciting like sports or gossip.

What made all of this worse was the fact that Veronica couldn't come with me. She had an orientation tonight and was exempted from doing the sale. I'm sure she wouldn't be keen about doing this herself, but she would have done it for me. We were still dating in secret basically. When we went out, we would usually go out of town so no one would recognize us and see that we were dating. It's not that we were ashamed, it's just that both our families didn't know and we wanted to take that part slowly. Still, we had loads of fun together and the sex was unequalled. 

I smiled as I thought about my Veronica, and how she told me try and have fun while I was out. Even though the past nine houses had politely (or impolitely) told me they weren't interesting, I had to keep trying. I approached the door of my tenth house of the night. It was still sunny out, but it would be sunset in less than an hour. I rung the doorbell and waited for an answer. As per usual, I looked down at my feet while I waited. I was wearing some cute converse that my sister bought for me before she left. They were pink to match my pink top and white capris. It was a cute and casual summer outfit, for which I got a compliment on by one of the older gentleman I visited today. The only thing that bothered me was the fact I had to wear socks while I went around to houses. "Stupid dress codes," I thought. Anyone who hangs around me knows I hardly ever wear them and I hate the feeling of them on my feet. Plus, who's gonna see my adorable feet if they are covered up?

The door opened and I lifted my head up. It was a woman that appeared to be her late 40's, carrying a cat in her arms. I'm a dog person, but cats can be cute...if they're not wrecking everything they put their paws on, like my granny's old furball. That thing ripped up my favorite coat when I was in middle school. 

"Yes, may I help you." the women asked somewhat impatiently. 

I put on the best smile I could and introduced myself. "Hi, my name is Madi and I'm out selling these fine magazines for my school's annual sale. I was hoping that you might be interested in supporting our University and students like me." It sounded so cheesy, but that was what the staff told us to do.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in the magazine, and I told the girl last year the same thing," she replied. "I would very much like it if you folks would please stop visiting my house each year." She looked a bit flustered, like I had just asked her to eat that cat in her arms.

"Well ma'am, I'll see if I can have your house marked off in the future then," I said as politely as I could. 

"Please see to it that you do," she said. Her cat hissed a little, then she closed the door promptly. 

I walked off her lawn and away from the house, disappointed that once again I failed to make a sale. On top of that, I was tired from all the walking. This neighbourhood had its houses separated and the sidewalks were terrible here. My poor peds were sore, but what ticked me off most was that I had just painted them. Veronica had bought me turquoise polish last week and I had just applied it two days ago. I had a feeling all this walking had already started chipping my toenails. Nothing pisses me off more than my nails looking bad. 

However, I refused to go back empty handed. I needed to find someone that would buy these magazines. My team members were all bragging out about how they were each going to sell ten magazines tonight, and even made bets with each other. As a very competitive person, I had gone in on the bet, saying that I would have fifteen or more. Their response: they laughed at me. The ringleader (anyone can tell she's in charge because she's the sluttiest and outspoken one of the group) said if I sold at least twenty magazines tonight, they would give me anything I wanted, as long as it was in their ability. If I lost, then they would force me to do something for EACH of them. 

Now I know what everyone's thinking: Why the hell did I accept that bet? First, who could

resist a chance to put these bitches in their place? If I won, they would be in for quite a surprise. I thought my awesome personality and charm would win over this neighborhood. Now I see why ten magazines are hard to sell around here.

There was a large house down the street a bit that I had noticed from earlier. Something was telling me that was my last hope for a least one sale. I approached the house and started hearing Blink-182 blasting from inside. Now unless old people, like the ones I've visited thus far today, have somehow lost their marbles and started listening to such music, this was home to someone far younger. Someone that might be friendlier than these old coots.

I rang the bell, and whoever was inside heard and turned the volume off. A few seconds later, the door opens and a young man comes out. My guess is he was either an older college student, or fresh out of school. To be quite honest, he was actually very cute. He was tall, well-built and dressed casually in a Packers tee and jeans. He had a very Ryan Reynolds-esque look, and I felt my heart melt just a little. The Proposal was such a great movie. 

"Hi, can I help you with something?" he asked in a friendly tone. 

I suddenly realized that after a few seconds that I was standing on his porch, just staring at his beautiful self, quiet as a church mouse. My brain clicked back on. "Hi, my name is Madi and I'm out selling these fine magazines for my school's annual sale. I was hoping that you might be interested in supporting our University and students like me."

The man laughed and gave me an understanding look. "I remember when I had to do that myself." He looked down at my sign-up sheet and then asked to see it. I gave it to him, secretly hoping he would touch my arm in the process. Every ounce of me wished I been in school with him at the same time. After looking it over a bit, he gave it back to me. "Look, I'd really like to help you out and all, but I'm not really sure that this is something I want to buy-"

But he couldn't continue, because I started bawling, and fell on my knees. "But I need someone to buy these magazines or I'm never going to be able to show my face anywhere again!!" I cried. "I've been walking around all day, trying to get people to buy this shitty magazine, and all these people say is get out, get lost, get a life!!!"

Mr. Hotness wasn't quite sure what to do. He obviously wasn't expecting a young college student to start crying on his doorstep over some magazines. He noticed that some neighbors across the street were watching. The man realized this all looked really bad and tried to comfort me. "Hey, ok, just calm down a bit," he said unsure of how to approach this. "Why don't you come in for a few minutes and rest if you've been on your feet all day. I have some drinks if you're thirsty."

I perked up a little, face red and tears running down. "You mean it?"

He smiled and motioned me inside. I walked in with a huge smile on my face, ignoring the fact that I had just made a complete fool out of myself. 

As I walked into the house, the first thing I noticed was how untidy the place was. There were beer cans and clothes all over the place. The stereo system in corner was stacked with cds and cases all over in no organized manner whatsoever, and these was a large flat screen near the front window that had a pair of jeans over it. In other words, a guy definitely lived here. 

"Sorry about the mess," he said apologetically. "Would you like a pop? A lemonade? Maybe a beer?"

"Lemonade sounds just fine," I said. I started walking into the living area, but my host stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Whoa there missy, no shoes in the house please! Can't ruin the carpet" as he went to the kitchen to grab my drink.

"Well that makes so much sense, seeing how clean he keeps the place," I thought as I slipped off my converses. I wasn't going to complain though, as my feet were seriously killing me after two hours of walking and standing. 

Now as I mentioned earlier, I hate wearing socks. If I'm forced to wear them, I take them off as soon as I get back to my place. Even if it's cold, I'll just put on some fuzzy slippers and be quite content. Of course, I was in someone else's place right now, so I wondered if I should keep them on or take them off. That decision only took a split decision, and I popped those puppies right off. My lovely size fives got to finally breathe, and I was relieved to see that my polish had survived all the torture I had put it through. I took a seat on the recliner near the tv and propped my aching feet up on the rest.

My host came back out with two lemonades, and stopped when he noticed my bare feet. "I hope you don't mind me getting a little comfy," I said. "I really hate socks and look how sore my feet are!" I raised my soles up to show him how red they were.

He handed me the lemonade, not taking his eyes off my peds. "Umm...yeah they totally look tired out. No worries it's cool."

 However, his body language said something entirely different. "Is there something wrong with my feet?" I wondered. "Do they stink, does he not like when people do that on his furniture? Is there something he finds gross about my feet?"

 I tried to break the ice a little by talking with him. His name turned out to be Mark, and he graduated two years ago, when I was graduating from high school. He's 23 years old and working at the warehouse on the south side, lifting and delivering office supplies and paper. It wasn't his favorite job, but he told me it was paying the bills and loans back quicker than he imagined. He was living with his brother, who was away for the week on a business trip to Chicago. No girlfriend (my heart did a backflip), but he wasn't really much of the dating type and was working too much to be going out with anyone. 

While all of this was happening, I noticed him sneaking in glances towards my feet. I'm very conscious about them, so it was starting to make me nervous. After a longer glance at my feet, he fake coughed and excused himself to the bathroom. 

With him gone for a few minutes, or maybe an hour (since he's a guy and they take FOREVER in the bathroom), I tried to figure out what was so dang interesting to him. I took my right foot and brought it up to my face and gave it a sniff. "Ok, it does smell a little sweaty, but not from a distance," I thought. Looking over my feet, I didn't notice anything weird about them. "Just really cute feet...." 

That's when it hit me square in the face. Mark must have a foot fetish. I honestly had never met a guy face-to-face that admitted to having a foot fetish, let alone a gorgeous man such as him. Back in highschool, there was this creepy nerd that I swore was checking out girls in the class, and it seemed like he was looking at the ones with their shoes off or dangling. Interested, I had tried several times to grab his attention by slipping off my shoes in class and having some shoeplay. He had taken notice, but never said anything to me. I got bored of it eventually, and I didn't have a class with him ever again.

 I didn't want to jump to conclusions, so I tried to think of a way to find out for sure. About two minutes later, Mark came back out, looking less flustered than before. He sat down on a couch across from me and we continued talking, now mostly about me. Throughout our conversation, I made sure to wiggle my pretty turquoise-colored toes a lot, and occasionally stroke my left foot over my right. As hard as he tried, he couldn't keep himself from looking at them a few times when he felt that my eyes weren't directly on him. It seemed likely that he did, in fact, has a foot fetish and liked my feet. 

As excited as I was, I couldn't forget about Veronica. I had doubts that she would appreciate me teasing a boy with my feet, seeing as she developed such a liking to them. Though Veronica didn't truly have a foot fetish, she loved my feet, and I loved hers obviously. This dilemma went on in my noggin, and I didn't immediately notice Mark trying to get my attention.

"Something wrong Madi? You look like something's on your mind." he asked with genuine concern.

I decided that I at least needed to know the truth. "Mark, why do you keep looking at my feet?" I asked, trying to sound as friendly as I could.

Mark gave me a nervous look. "Why do you think I'm looking at your feet, I've been talking to you sin-"

"I don't think Mark, I know you've been sneaking in glances since I took off my shoes." I interrupted. "Look, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. I just wanna know. No judgment, I promise."

A noticeable sigh escaped from Mark, and he thought for a few seconds. "Ok, I guess the cat's out of the bag," he said with a defeated tone to his voice. "Yeah, I do have a foot fetish. I've had it since I was a little kid. My old babysitter would play games with me with her feet, and as innocent as they were, I totally became hooked later. Your feet are just a lot like hers."

A lump got caught in my throat. As awkward as this situation was, his story had a bit of nice touch to it. "What do you like about my feet?" I asked, curious to know what was going through this guy's mind.

"For starters, I love the nail polish," he said, prompting a small smile from me. "But I also love how dainty your feet are. They're cute, and not all calloused and gigantic like other girls have. I'm loving how you stroke your feet like you were doing before."

Mark had a hard time facing me as he was talking about this. His eyes were now glued to my feet, and I was just a bit uncomfortable about this. "Have you ever told another girl about this?"

He nodded, "Yeah, and that hasn't gone over too well with most girls really. They think it's gross or that their feet aren't that pretty."

"And you think mine are?" I asked.

Finally, he faced me and gave me a nice smile. "Yes, they might be the best I've ever been this close to. You have amazing feet Madi."

 "Ok, maybe this won't be so bad," I thought to myself. "After all, he's just being honest and polite.

 We talked a bit more about how his fetish developed, about the few times he's gotten to experiment with his fetish, and what he looked for with feet. The longer we talked, the more comfortable I got. Mark was really a nice guy, he just had a hard time looking away from my feet every so often during our conversation. It didn't bother me as much, and gave my toes a few good wiggles when I noticed him looking, and he would direct his attention back at me. For my own reasons, I decided to keep my fetish and my sexuality to myself.

 It was 8 p.m. when I looked at the clock. My heart started pounding, remembering that I had to be back by 9 p.m. to turn in my non-existent orders. That's when the idea of the century popped in my head.

 "Mark, you seem like a really great guy," I said to him, "and I now I'm flattered that you think my feet are so pretty." He gave me an assuring smile, which I returned. "So, I want to make a deal with you." I got up and walked over to the couch he was sitting on and sat next to him, place my feet in front of him. "You can do whatever you want with my feet for the next forty minutes, but I need you to buy at least twenty of these magazines, so I can win that bet I was telling you about."

You know how to tell when a boy is really paying attention? Well, in this case it was when Mark's eyes nearly shot out of their sockets. "Twenty magazines?!?"

I gave him the cutest, most innocent look I could, then wiggled my piggies back and forth. "Do you want to get to know them a little bit better?"

I started giggling as I noticed that a bulge in his jeans was starting to develop. I had always had an easy time with manipulating boys, even as a child. High school was made easier by the constant interest of my classmates, believing the reason that I didn't date many of them stemmed from them not trying hard enough. Oh man, were they ever wrong. 

Mark finally spoke up. "Ok, I'll do it, but you really need to be ready for this. When I start, I'm not gonna want to stop."

I nodded in agreement, "But nothing other than my feet. You got that buster?"

"Fine by me toots!" he joked, and then pinkie promised me that he would not touch my vagina. "Ok, which foot would you prefer first Madi?"

"Oh such a gentleman, letting the lady pick!" I joked back. "You may start with the left foot, kind sir."

Gently, Mark picked up my right foot and gave the sole a gentle kiss. I giggled a little, as his slight facial hair tickled on my soles. This was totally different, having a guy do that. Mark then began massaging my foot, "since you've been walking around all day," he pointed out quickly. Not like I was going to complain about a free foot rub.Oh boy, would Veronica be jealous right now. Technically, this wasn't cheating, because he wasn't sleeping with me.

I learned that night that guys with foot fetishes perform the best foot rubs on the face of the Earth. Mark effortlessly eased all the tension and soreness out of my feet, first by massaging the soles. He pressed his fingers hard into my soft skin, followed by gently stretching out my toes. Normally, my toes are my most ticklish spot, but as Mark explained, he'd been rough on the soles to keep the nerves from being too sensitive. He went on to my right foot after finishing the left, repeating the same process over. 

At the most, this process took maybe ten or twelve minutes. By the time he was done, all the soreness was gone and I was nodding off. What he did next woke me right up though: he brought out his tongue and started licking my arches. There's definitely something different about how girls and guys use their tongues, and in Mark's case, it was kinda like he was licking a melting ice cream cone. He licked all over arch and sole, trying not to miss any spots and doing so fairly quickly. As if one foot wasn't enough, he took my left foot again and mashed it against my right. Resuming his "snacking", his glided his tongue between my soles and down to the balls of my feet.

 As for how I was feeling, well, all I can say is it was a mixed bag. On one hand, this was the cat's pajamas: it rocked having someone massage and then lick my feet. However, I felt as though I couldn't really enjoy it as much with him going so fast. It's like when you eat your favorite food too fast and don't savor the flavor. As sweaty as my feet were, I knew there had to be some flavor. I knew I had to say something.

 "Slow down there turbo!" I said in a bit of a commanding voice. Mark froze, with his tongue still on the middle of my arch, and gave me a questioning look. "How about ENJOYING my feet, rather than....well...what you're doing."




The Adventures of Madi Ch. 05



Mark seemed to have gotten the picture and began resuming his licking, a bit slower now. "Now that's the ticket," I thought as I leaned back on the couch, letting myself relax like I did before during his magical foot rub. 

 My obedient foot lover spent a good five minutes or so after that licking my tanned soles. I gave out a few quiet coos and enjoyed this real attention to my deserving feet. This was far better than walking around, knocking on mean people's doors. Next up on Mark's menu was my toes, my favorite part. I just hoped that he wouldn't go all apeshit crazy on them, as they were very sensitive, which was probably why I enjoyed having them sucking on so much. Veronica was a frickin' pro at it, I might add.

Thankfully, Mark had learned from his mistakes and gave my toes the equal and loving attention I craved. He did things differently with my toes. Veronica usually did each foot individually, while Mark went at all ten toes at once. What was the best was when he sucked on both my big toes at once, prompting my first moan of the night. That didn't end up being the last, as he kept sucking on my toes in sweet and loving manner. Still, he wasn't nearly as good as Veronica. 

After my toes were toe-tally cleaned out, he set down my feet with a look that can be best compared to a little boy that just got his way with his parents over who gets the x-box next. He looked so happy and felt almost bad about it being over. Well, that was until he laid a new one on me. 

"Madi, would it be too much trouble for you to give me a footjob?" he asked, as though it wasn't a huge deal or anything.

And that's when I knew I had made a huge mistake. "Ummmm...a footjob? Is that what you reeaalllly want there buddy?" I said, trying to play it off.

Mark could tell I wasn't digging this idea. "I think that's fair, since I AM paying for twenty magazines."

Now that made me pout a bit. He was trying to weasel in this footjob, using MY deal. In the back of my mind though, I knew he wasn't completely without reason. A single copy of the magazine was $6. So he was paying $120 for these magazines, but mainly for my feet. Not gonna lie, it made me feel a bit special, knowing he was paying so much for my adorable little feet. 

Of course, two could play at this game. "Well now sweet thing, I think if you want a footjob, it was cost you another five magazines. Of course, you could always just stay with the original twenty and save yourself the money." I was hoping this extra $30 bucks would stop him dead in his tracks, but....

"You got yourself a deal then!" he said enthusiastically. With that, Mark got up and pulled down his jeans and boxers, revealing a hard six incher. Not exactly huge, but I've only seen a few dicks in my life, so I wasn't going to compare. 

My first reaction there after was nervousness. I had never given a footjob before. I had given handjobs and blowjobs, and quite frankly wasn't a fan of either. One time, an ex had the nerve to cum in my mouth after I specifically told him "no way jose", although his name was was actually Chris. Let's just say that's one reason why he's an ex. As for the footjob, I had little idea on how to do this well. 

"You had better not cum on my feet, or that's another five magazines bud!" I said, in a tone not much different than my mom's constant scolding.

Mark nodded and I placed my feet around his dick. Even if his manhood wasn't like humongous or anything, my feet were still small and seemed to be a perfect fit. I then began stroking slowly and carefully. The feeling of his sausage between feet was very weird, and I wasn't sure if I should like it or not. Boy would I be in big trouble if Veronica found out about this.

Although I wasn't particularly enjoying this, Mark sure was. He started moaning and gasping, and he helped guide my feet with his hands. At this point, I really didn't care if he was taking control, as I wasn't too keen on this. I reminded myself that he was buying twenty-five magazine though, so I didn't whine or complain. Those other bitches were gonna eat their hearts out later when they saw how many magazines I had sold. 

Minutes passed by, and it was getting closer to my time to leave. That's when I decided to add in some of my participation once again. I rolled over and gave him a reverse footjob, giving me a bit more control and power. This switching up did the trick, and his breathing/moaning became heavier and more rapid. I knew he was on the brink of cumming. This was were having decent leg muscle from dancing throughout high school came into good use. I increased my stroking once again and was greeted by Mark egging me on.

"Yeah Madi, that's it, let me fuck those awesome feet," he managed to say between breathes.

I gave him a "whatever" look and continued pumping those puppies away on his now swollen member. It was almost a bit too pathetic how much power and control my feet had over his less than impressive cock. "No wonder this guy doesn't go out with girls that much," I thought. At least he was nice for the most part.

Then he finally announced, "I'm going to cum!" 

I tried moving my feet away, but I found my ankles were in a tight grip. Mark had other plans and I didn't have to wait to find out. With one last gasp, Mark shot out long strings of cum all over my feet, mainly the toes. The sticky, white ooze felt strange, and I wasn't particularly happy about this.

"Mark, you agreed not to cum on my feet!" I said, trying my best not to move my cum-drenched peds. 

"Sorry, but I had to do it somewhere.....let me get a towel or something....just stay right there." Mark went into the kitchen and came back with napkins. "You know, if you were to lick this cum off your feet you-"

"Just get this shit off my feet!" I said, definitely feed up at this point. Without another word, Mark wiped my feet clean and threw away the napkins. 

As I got up, almost felt like my feet had suddenly become squishy, like a sponge. That, I had decided, was not the most pleasant experience of my young life. Mark came back with a checkbook, and wrote it out for $180, or thirty magazines. He signed my form and put down his address. As if to make up for what he had done, he acted like a total gentleman again, even putting on my socks and shoes for me without sniffing them or giving my feet more prolonged looks. 

I walked out to the porch and gave him a nice farewell. He might have taken things too far, but now I had just made thirty sales in less than forty minutes. "And if you ever meet another girl that lets you do this," I explained to Mark, "don't cum on her feet if she tells you not to, ok there lame brain?"

With a laugh, he promised to be more careful next time. I walked back to my car, and began my drive back to campus for our group rendezvous. Though I felt like I would never let another guy do that to my feet again, I couldn't ignore the fact that at least he was amazing in the beginning. I also felt that keeping this from Veronica would be a bad idea. My hope was that the love of my life wasn't going to be THAT angry at me....



The Adventures of Madi Ch. 06



"I'm a foot fetishist, and proud of it. However, I am also a lesbian and proud of it. That's why, for this story, I'm making this chapter mainly about Madi and Veronica's relationship rather than Madi's foot fetish. I want people to realize that being a lesbian is a beautiful thing, as well as truly erotic. Don't worry, I am including some foot worship at the end as well, and this will probably be a one time thing. Please comment, rate and feel free to get in touch with me. Nothing makes me write more than hearing from my readers. Thanks!"

"Hi, my name is Madison, or Madi for short. I'm about 5 foot and 3 inches, brunette, cute, and like to have a good time. I'm not exactly like other girls, because I'm bi and have a foot fetish. Yes, a girl can have a foot fetish too. I love feet, and I'm always looking for chance at another girl's beautiful feet."

My stupid alarm went off with a loud buzz, announcing the arrival of a new day, and to get the hell out of bed. I woke up slowly, groggy from only a few hours of shut eye. Sleeping had been hard this week, but I noticed it was already 11 a.m., and I never sleep that late. 

I got out of my bed and carefully climbed down the ladder on Veronica and I's bunk. Disappointed to see once again that she wasn't in her lower bed, I walked over to the sink to wash my face. The first cold rush of water felt unpleasant, but my cares were elsewhere. I looked in the mirror, seeing a very sad looking Madi looking right back at me.

It had been a week since I had met Mark and bribed him into buying thirty magazines, in exchange for letting him have his way with my feet. At the time, I wasn't thinking about the consequences of my actions, just only about having fun and selling all those magazines. I had made a huge ton of money compared to everyone else, but when I arrived back to my shared dorm room with Veronica, I realized I couldn't keep this from her. 

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When I had got back, she was sleeping peacefully, as I hadn't returned that night until at least 10, and she likes to get her beauty sleep. Watching her sleep made me feel warm inside, and I had decided to wait til the next day. 

It wasn't til later that next day that I finally got a chance to tell her. We had gone to the student dining center to eat, and Veronica was enjoying the quality time with me. She would tease me a little by slipping her foot out of her sneaker and then stroking it down my leg. This was somewhat daring for her, doing this in public. We were in a relationship, but we kept it to ourselves. It was just less drama that way, not to mention kinda hot being all secretive.

After our dinner, we went back to our room. I knew it was now or never. It just felt terrible, especially since Veronica was in such a lovely mood right now. However, this was the right thing to do.

"Veronica, I have something I need to tell you," I said. 

Those baby-blue eyes looked me over and realizing that something was amiss, they gave me their full attention. I recounted to her all the stuff that went on the previous night while at Mark's place. By the time I was finished, those once happy eyes were filled with tears and she just stared at me, not sure what to do.

I tried to reach out comfort her. "Baby, I'm so sorry, I know what I did was wrong but-"

Before I could finish, Veronica got up and ran out of the room. A part of me wanted to go chase her down, but I knew that would make things worse. I stayed in the room, waiting for her to get back. I waited to til midnight, then went to bed. At some point in the night, Veronica came back, stripped down, and went to bed. Though I was only half-awake, I could hear her still crying...

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Snapping back to my reflection in the mirror, I realized I was already starting to tear up. Since that night, Veronica would not talk to me, let alone look at me. We had only been living together for about a week and a half before this mess, and I had already screwed it up. Things had been going well before. We hung out practically all the time outside of class, ate meals with our awesome floormates, Veronica had vastly improved her English, and we had slept in the same bed together every night until that Sunday. 

I started brushing my hair and my thoughts wandered off to how this relationship was so different than I had imagined. Another reason we both wanted to keep our relationship a secret was because we weren't sure how our families would react. The only member of my family who knew we were dating was my amazing older sister, Kayla. She was totally ok with it, and was pleased to see me happy with someone. The ironic thing was that Kayla and I even had a bit of foot fun with each other as well, and I had told Veronica about it. She hadn't been angry or sad at all. In fact, Veronica admitted that she used to practice french kissing with her cousins Elize and Benoit. 

"I can not judge," she had said in her sweet German accent. "We vould do this until ve vere about...oh...fifteen?"

So she looked over that little fiasco without a problem. This only made Veronica want to meet Kayla more. I cracked a small smile, as I was brushing my teeth. I remembered exactly what happened when those two finally meet, when my family helped me move into my dorm....

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My parents were delighted to meet Veronica, believing that we were just friends. My own brother even tried flirting with her a little bit, and every ounce of me wanted to give him a good kick in the crotch. 

Kayla was being very polite and was loving the chance to talk to Veronica. Both were fashionistas, and my sister's biggest dream was to travel to Germany and France for fashion school, two countries that Veronica was raised in. Of course, I'm guessing another reason why Kayla wanted to go there was to have sex with as many cute French guys as she could get her hands on. 

Speaking about being a fashionista, Kayla was wearing a very interesting outfit; ripped jean shorts, a tight Bon Jovi tee, a pair of Doc Martens, and a cute Gucci purse. What was even more interesting was her cute new hair. She had it chopped down to about my length (shoulder), tied back in red bow, and with huge bangs at the front, with sunglasses snuggled in her beautiful locks. Finally, she was wearing dark red lipstick, a favorite of hers. I couldn't be sure, but I think Veronica might have been checking her out a little bit. Competition from my own sister, not something I needed at that moment.

After we got all settled in, my family departed. As my parents and brother were leaving, Kayla stayed behind for a minute.

"I'll be right out, just go ahead," she told them. When they left, Kayla walked over to Veronica and got extremely close to my lover. "Veronica, I loved getting to meet you. I hope we get to be sisters one day." 

Just as Veronica was about to wish Kayla a safe trip home, my sister pulled my girlfriend in, gave her a kiss on the left cheek, then the right, and then gave her the most seductive, passionate kiss on the lips I had ever seen. Their lips remained locked for a good five seconds before Kayla released a flabbergasted Veronica. 

Even more surprised than Veronica was me. My sister had just kissed my girlfriend! My face was burning bright red with both jealousy and anger. The question remains who I was more jealous of though.

Kayla then closed in on me. Like Veronica, I couldn't begin to fathom what was going on, as my beautiful sister pushed me against the wall, pressed her goddess-like figure against mine, eyes now closed, and proceeded to kiss me straight on the lips. As I felt her soft, thin lips against my pillowy puckers, she felt my breasts up and straddled me. She then brought her long, sensual tongue out, prompting me to do the same. Our tongues danced inside each other's mouths, producing long smacking sounds as we engaged in the hottest sisterly taboo shit you could ask for. Our moment of pure sexual bliss ended after about a minute, and Kayla let me go. 

With a smile on her face, she whispered in my ear, "I love you Madison, and I want you to have an awesome year little sister." She then walked out, blowing Veronica one last kiss at her, which my girlfriend pretended to grab out of the air and held it to her heart. As quick as the moment began, it ended even quicker as Kayla closed the door behind her. 

Veronica and I were now alone, trying to understand what had just happened. I broke the silence first. "So, what do you think of her?" 

It took Veronica a few seconds to think up an answer. With an arousing smile, she simply answered "I think I vant you naked, right now."

And with that, we rushed into each others arms and started making out like a mad couple. Both our tongues explored each others mouths, and we felt each other up, anywhere we could grab. Veronica, like me, was in heat from Kayla's delicious kissing, and soon I found myself being pushed onto Veronica's bed. 

My German beauty then ripped off her shirt and bra, kicked off her shoes and then jumped on top of me, with us both giggling like little school girls. Very horny little school girls, I might add. We resumed our delightful kissing, making the world melt away as we made ourselves one on that bed. A damp spot was forming between my legs, and I prepared to pull off my pants. Then, a knock at the door.

"Residence Advisor!" a cheery voice exclaimed outside our door. We both froze, praying that we hadn't already been caught. It turned out to be a routine check. A very long routine check. By the time it was over, we lost our spark, though we both managed a giggle as our RA left, not knowing what she had just missed.....

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I finally got fully dressed, realizing it had taken me an hour to do so. All this reminiscing was making me slower. No longer was I crying, but rather I was starting to appreciate what I had already. What I had done had been wrong, but it took me until now to fully understand why Veronica had been so sad about. It was only on occasion that we did anything romantic, and all of a sudden had been just had a guy cum all over my feet. Veronica must have felt as if she wasn't good enough and had been replaced already.

With that in mind, I decided to seek her out and do something I'm terrible at; apologizing and meaning it. I couldn't afford to lose someone so amazing just like that. As quickly as I could, I grabbed my purse and phone, and left my dorm. I knew that Veronica wasn't here, as I had looked before on our floor and other places in the dorm. There was only one other place she would feel comfortable going to.

I found Veronica on the central campus lawn, reading a book near the water fountain. It reminded her of home, she told me. Her favorite pastime was reading, and she always wanted to do so in new, unique places. Slowly, I walked up to her, not wanting to give away my presence until I was right in front of her. She's a heavy reader, and even a siren or tornado wouldn't move her attention away from a good book. Finally, I was close enough.

"May I sit with you?" I asked in as lovely of a tone as I could muster up. Veronica looked up at, saw me, and then gave me a surprised look. She dismissed it immediately, and replaced it with a sour looking complexion, like I was some annoying pest.

"Yes," was all she said. I sat down next to her, and she resumed reading. I then give myself a second to think about what to say. I looked at Veronica, revelling in her stunning beauty. She was wearing her favorite high-low white skirt, a teal top, and had her hair out in all its blonde glory. On her feet were some simple white flip flops, with her toes colored teal to match her outfit. I thought she looked stunning, and that only reminded me why I cared about her.

"Veronica," I slowly started. "I've been thinking a lot these last few days."

"About vhat? Yourself?" she said bluntly, not even bothering to look up from her book.

Though the comment hurt, I continued on. "About you, and how I need to stop thinking about myself and think about what you're thinking."

She put the book down and looked at me. "Really? I doubt zat very much."

"Then why don't you tell me what you're thinking then?" I said. "Please, just let it out."

Already, Veronica was starting to tear up a little. I waited patiently for her answer. A moment seemed to last forever right there, but she worked up the resolve to finally say what she had to. 

"Vhen ve first met, I thought you were being honest," she began. "I thought you vould be a friend, and you ended up being a lover. Vhy vould you ask me to love you vhen you do this to me? I'm away from home, you made this feel like home. Vhy?"

I felt myself now starting to tear up. This was going to be difficult, but I knew I had to say this. 

"Because I'm an idiot, a slut, a whore," I said. "I always think about my own needs and desires, and I forgot about your too...."

We continued talking for nearly two hours. To wrap this whole thing up in a few sentences, here's what happened. Veronica wasn't too comfortable at first, but as I kept going she began to lower her guard. I basically admit I was being a slut, and I had made a mistake. She kept pushing me about how we could continue this way, and I felt like my answer was really good; we needed to remind each other each day why we love each other. That answer caught her off guard, and then things got better. Things moved on to school, clothes, weather, the stuff we talked about normally.

When we finished there, I got up and offered her a hand. For the first time in almost a week, she smiled at me. Things weren't going to be normal for us, but maybe it would work after all. We walked back to our place, hand in hand in public for the first time. Yes, we did get a few looks, but no one we knew walked by us. We felt free, laughing at each other's jokes and finally acting like a real couple. 

The first thing we did when we got back was eat. Neither of us had ate a thing that day, so we munched on some snacks we kept in our room. As we ate, I found myself wondering something. 

"Veronica, do you think we would be together if we met in any other way?" I asked her.

She gave me a puzzled look. "Vhy vould you wonder that? Let's enjoy vhat ve are now ok then?

I found myself smiling at her answer. She smiled back, then leaned in to kiss me. I could describe how uplifting it was to finally be kissed by the person I loved again after a week, but words just can't describe it. 

We spent the rest of the day with our floormates, playing games, laughing together and decided to go to a local Chinese place for dinner. Our friends noticed our separation this week, but had believed it to be nothing more than a roomie fight. Veronica, it seemed, wanted to put that rumor to rest, and to finally share our secret to everyone.

"Ve are dating," she told them simply. A few gasps escaped their mouths, unsure of what to say at first. Michelle, our neighbour, was the first to say anything. "Congrats," was all she said, but her approving smile told us she meant it. The others followed suit, and we found ourselves engaged in long conversations, truly beginning to bond now that our little secret was out. Keeping that to ourselves was the only thing that separated Veronica and I from our dear friends, and I saw that at this very moment. 

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Our long night with friends came to a close at 11 p.m. It was lights out for students, and everyone went back to their rooms to sleep. Veronica went to the door to shut and lock it. My eyes found themselves glued to her sweet little ass. She caught me staring and giggled. "You like vhat you see?"

"More than ever after today," I told her honestly. I walked up to her, putting my arms around her slim waist. She was all smiles now, until she brought her lips to mine as we kissed. It wasn't one of those rough, tongue-filled smooches, but a sweet, loving kiss that we hadn't shared since before I confessed to Veronica. I wasn't thinking of anything else at that moment except my German beauty. Kissing her was my favorite; how soft her lips were, their touch, and they even something of a taste to them. As we broke off our kiss, we looked each other in the eye, finally recognizing each other for possibly the first time. After all the crazy shit that's happened this past week, I was caught off guard by what she said next. 

"I've missed your feet Madison, now get on that bed and let me have zem," she whispered to me. She was still asking for my feet, and I couldn't help but laugh a bit. I got on the lower bed, propped my feet up, and awaited my first worship in a week. My nails weren't in the best of shape, and I had them unpainted at the moment. Veronica didn't care though, and got on the edge of the bed, took my right foot, brought her amazing tongue out and started licking at my arches. The familiar tingle returned to me, prompting me to sit back and relax. I then stopped myself, realizing it wouldn't be right for her to pleasure me exclusively tonight. I beckoned her to give me her sweet soles as well. She smiled and gladly moved her own legs to me. 

We found ourselves in a 69 position, each licking at the other's soles. I had missed her feet almost as much as Veronica herself. Her deep wrinkles, the smooth skin on my wet tongue, the cute little moans and sighs that came from Veronica, and the warm feelings my body developed all over. Her soles tasted slightly sweaty and possibly a bit dirty, but that was no different from my own feet right then. My tongue glided across each sole as I had them each in one hand. Veronica was doing her normal thing, going for my of my soles scrunched together and licking them delicately, as if they were chocolate bars. 

Of course, you can't lick chocolate forever, so she soon moved on to my toes. She sucked each toe like how a baby sucks on its pacifier. I mimicked her move and started on her teal-color toes. Both of us agreed this was our favorite part. For her, she found it fun that she could fit so many of my tiny toes in her mouth. For me, I love how she couldn't help but wiggle her toes inside my mouth, no matter how many times we've done it. I felt her giggling, with the vibrations tickling my own toes. It was pure bliss to me, and the long period since last time only made our toe-sucking more special to me. 

Once the flavor was gone, I put her feet down and removed my top. Veronica was apparently thinking the same thing, as she also removed her top and bra. I crawled on the bed to her. She welcomed me with open arms, and I got on top of her and proceeded to kiss her once again. This time our tongues danced, and we were in the full swing. Yep, it was makeup sex time. 

The longer we kissed, the more intense our lovemaking became. I felt Veronica's passion and lust, driven by her missing me and she obviously had been waiting all night for this moment. My thoughts were exact, and I felt like I was literally melting as we attacked each other's mouth. Things continued to get hotter beyond anything we had done before. Veronica broke the kiss and started sucking on my overly sensitive nipples. I tried my best to suppress my squeaks (yes, I squeak when someone touches my nipples), but I found it in vain. She was alternating between sucking and biting on them, and all I could do was hold on for dear life. 

I felt it was my turn and I went straight for her larger breasts. I loved her boobs, as they were amazingly firm and she had the cutest nipples ever. Though she was not as sensitive as I was, she let several long moans escape. I felt our legs rubbing against each other. Our bodies were doing everything and anything to could to be touching each other. My tongue explored Veronica's hard nipples with abandon, prompting more and more moans for her. "What a beautiful sound," I thought to myself 




The Adventures of Madi Ch. 06



We did this for a few minutes more, switching between each other's breasts, but I felt it was finally time for the next step. I took off my shorts, doing my best strip tease as I could. Veronica's eyes were admiring my non-existent ass (which she calls "cute") and then as I slowly pulled down my panties, letting them fall to the floor. I returned to the bed, spreading my legs out to give her full access to my wet vagina. Before I could say anything dirty or clever, Veronica dove right in and started licking my clit. Her long tongue circled around and around, and I started losing control right from the start. My moans were getting louder, which seemed to only push Veronica to tongue harder and faster. Soon, she was inside of me, licking the inside of my sweet spot. 

As she did this, Veronica started wiggling out of her skirt. Shaking that lovely ass may have been all I needed, because I found myself climaxing right there and then. I let out a loud yelp and the juices started flowing into my lover's waiting mouth.

"Oh my god," I said, out of breath. "That might have been my biggest climax ever." 

I relaxed a little as Veronica got up. For a brief moment, I shut my eyes, letting this all sink in. We had just made up, and now we just made amazing love. I opened my eyes and there was Veronica, completely naked now as well, in a very seductive pose. My brain was in overload. Her curves were perfect, her hair messy but extremely sexy, and her pretty pink just begging to be tongue-fucked. 

Veronica got back down on the bed and went spread-eagle for me. Before reaching her vagina, I gave each of her beautiful feet another quick kiss, then went for her snatch. I found myself going a bit too rough at her, but she was more than ok with it. Veronica was close to screaming already and was gripping the edge of the bed. I worked my tongue deeper inside of her. Although I was slightly worried that someone would hear us, I felt like not saying anything and continued my attack into her vagina. 

All of a sudden, Veronica started shaking. "Yes Madi yes!" she screamed. I kept up my assault and started sucking on her pink feverishly. The taste was strong and the smell overwhelming, but I didn't give up. Veronica was going to have a climax that rivalled the one she just gave me. With one last push of my diminishing strength, I gave her all I got. With one final cry, Veronica climaxed hard on my face, forcing me to pull back. 

My lover collapsed on the pillows behind her, sweating heavily and nearly panting. I looked at the mirror near the door, examining my drenched face. Everything from my chin to my forehead was covered in Veronica's sweet juices. I laughed at myself, thinking I looked ridiculous. A hand touched mine, and I looked down to see Veronica smiling at me. 

"I forgive you," she said simply. I smiled, as I pulled her up. "So, vould you like to shower now?"

We both burst out laughing at her comment for a few minutes it seemed. Then, we picked up our shower stuff and went into the bathroom, happy to be doing something else for the first time; showering together. How neat is that? Yep, it's pretty awesome.