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The Toad

By: litpervgrrl



"I'd Love to Fuck Your Brother."

I swear she said that just to fuck with me. It is November, and it is already ass-butt cold outside. The trees are bare, and their branches creak and groan like the groping grasping hands of a blind old beggar lady. We are playing pool in the upstairs room of The Brewery. All I have to do is sink the eight-ball to win. I scratch.

Later, under a million cold hard stars, grasping the steering wheel with gloved hands and wishing that the heater would come on, her words came back to me. I'd heard the same thing, mostly not quite so bluntly from a lot of my girl friends and a few of my guy friends. But The Toad?

Okay, that is a terrible thing to call her, and even thinking it makes me a terrible person. I'd never ever say it aloud, but Jen, who's been my friend since the deep dark pit of despair that was junior high school looks like a toad: short, squat, with oversized lips and slightly bulgy eyes. Her hair is shoulder length, dishwater brown and limp; her bust is enormous and usually contained under something that looks a little like a gunny sack; and she looks out at the world through a pair of half inch thick horn rimmed glasses. Even though we had been friends forever, I had never heard Jen talk about guys or sex or crushes or dating or anything. I had assumed that she just wasn't interested.

"I'd jump Kaleb if I ever had the chance," she had said, finishing her beer. I bent over and pulled the back the cue, trying to concentrate on the shot "I'll bet he's got a pretty big dick."

I blew the shot. It was Jen's game. The bitch. "I've seen it," I said with an evil little smile, draining my own beer. "You're right, it's pretty big."

It takes a couple miles before the heater starts to kick in. I'm just glad the stupid car started in the first place. I've scraped a patch of frost off the inside of the windshield so that I can see to drive. Say what you like about Ohio, the winters are cold. No fooling.

I think about Kaleb, and try to picture him fucking The Toad. It makes me smile because I just can't see it. He is slender and good looking, with olive skin and far away eyes and the build of a long distance runner. He doesn't need this right now anyway; he's got problems of his own. He's moved back in to Mom's house at the ripe old age of twenty-eight, and is in the middle of getting a divorce. He got layed off from his corporate gig in Boston, and has been working swing shifts at a CD factory. 

On second thought, maybe a good fuck is exactly what he does need.

The Toad and I are sitting on my old bed in my old bedroom, looking through our old high school yearbook. It has only been three years, but already the people in the pictures look strange, foreign, as if they came from another time, another place; the land of Disco in the realm of the Heartland. We are both amazed; there is no one there that we feel a thread of connection to anymore.

"So have you really?" we have been smoking a little pot, which makes free association seem natural, and everything a little more surreal.

"Really what?"

"You know—seen his dick?"

I have, in point of fact, seen Kaleb's dick twice. Once when I walked into the bathroom when he had just stepped out of the shower; and a second time when I had spied on him while he jerked off to a porno magazine.

"Well, does it make a difference?" Jen asked "If it's a big one or not?"

"Of course it makes a difference." I told her "But it doesn't necessarily make it any better."

I was about ninety percent sure that Jen was a virgin. Me, I had gotten rid of my virginity at the earliest possible opportunity. I had discovered that sex could be in turns awkward, embarrassing, uncomfortable or even painful; and then pleasurable, addictive, explosively orgasmic; and finally: a lot more fun with girls. It wasn't that I was a lesbian exactly; it was more like I was a vegetarian who occasionally indulged in a big juicy cheeseburger. Or something like that.

"So how would he do it to you?" I asked. .

"Oh I don't know..." she said "He'd take me out someplace nice for dinner... it would be romantic but not too fancy, and we'd have great conversation and drink some wine..."

The Toad had obviously thought this through.

"And then what would happen?" 

"Oh you know" she blushed "He'd take me home and we'd... do it."

"Details girl! I want details!"

Jen was bright red. She hit me over the head with a pillow.

"Come on girl, spill it! I'd tell you." It was true. When I was first discovering my interest in girls, it was The Toad who got to hear all about my crushes, all my lusts, all in gory detail. I don't know what she'd made of my lesbian fantasies. 'Interesting idea' was all she would ever say.

"Well, the thing is I'm not very experienced." she said "So I don't know how it's really supposed to work. I mean, aside from the obvious."

Jen and I must make an odd pair, I thought. If I'm going to call her The Toad, I should really call myself The Stork. Where Jen was short and stocky, I was tall and gangly. And flat as a rail. With our glasses and our predilection for comfortable oversized sweaters and baggy pants, we must look like refugees from Geek Central. It didn't help that we were both heavily into scifi/fantasy; and computers. In high school, we had both been total outcasts. Fortunately, there is more to life than high school.

"I was thinking" Jen went on "Maybe you could help me practice."

Okay, now I was interested. I had never ever had a sexual feeling for The Toad. Hadn't even crossed my mind on hot summer nights as I lay sweating on top of the sheets, strumming my clit and picturing all the girls I knew or had ever seen, and what they would look like naked and between my legs, licking my drenched and sticky sex until I finally exploded and was able to drift off to sleep at long long last.

You know, Jen might not technically be very attractive, but she is a pretty fucking awesome human being.

"What exactly did you have in mind?" I asked

"I thought maybe" she was blushing again. It was pretty cute "You could teach me how to kiss... and stuff."

She's twenty one, and doesn't even know how to kiss. My heart melted for her.

"I could take Kaleb's part and we could go through the motions. Just for practice of course."

"Ok" she giggled. "Just for practice."

I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. It felt nice. Strange but nice. She pressed back against me, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue tentatively met mine. We kissed like that for a long time. She was a little hesitant and unsure, but enthusiastic and eager to learn.

"Oh Andrea" 

"Call me Kaleb."

"Kaleb, I've never been kissed before. Not really. Not like that."

We kissed again, and my hand found her breast. It was warm and soft and huge. I found myself tugging up her sweater.

I struggled with the clasp of her bra. Damn those things! I finally got it loose, and her tits spilled forth into the bedroom. They didn't look like anything you'd see in a magazine or a video; and I wouldn't want to have to carry them around all day; but I loved losing myself in her soft pliable, asymmetric breasts, kissing and licking and nibbling all over what seemed like acres of brilliant white flesh. Her nipples were huge, in the middle of dark brown aureole, and rabidly erect. They just begged to be sucked on, and suck I did.

We struggled and tugged and got her skirt down around her ankles. I was still fully dressed, and horny as all fuck. My pussy was drooling into my panties, and just the pressure of her naked leg against my jeans-clad thigh was driving me insane.

She kicked her legs and suddenly she was lying on her back in front of me wearing nothing but her underwear. Garfield panties? I didn't know they even made those in adult sizes! I could see the swell of her sex, the suggestion of lips through the thin material. Garfield smirked at me from a yellow cotton background. The Toad arched her back, lifting her ass off the bed, and I pulled them straight off. Then I gasped out loud. 

Her pussy was swollen and purple, crowned with a healthy triangle of brown hair, and her clit was peeking out like tiny little red penis straining to get out from under its little hood and up at my hungry tongue. I could already see her wetness, making a moist trail down the crack of her ass.

Her labia were pierced with half a dozen stainless steel barbells, sewing her pussy up tight as the bars of a high security jail cell.

"Oh my god Jen, who did this to you?"

"Mr. Silverman, our math teacher." she giggled self consciously "It was his graduation present for me. We were together our whole senor year. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid of getting him fired."

"I thought you were a virgin! It sounds like you've got some experience under your belt."

"Well we didn't do anything technically sexual together."

"Do tell."

"He used to put clothespins on my nipples and spank me with a ruler and make me masturbate in front of him. Sometimes he would have me put a vibrator up my butt. Then he would, you know, jerk off onto me."

"Jen, why?"

"Well 'cause I asked him to, silly!"

"But your pussy!"

She smiled "Oh I can take those out any time I want to, for the right guy. I just haven't yet. And I still have full access to my clit."

Wow. The universe had just shifted on its axis.

"Kaleb" she said with a shy smile "I think I'd like to see you naked now."

I took off my clothes as if in a trance. I could physically feel her eyes roving over my body, exploring me hungrily as I peeled off shirt and bra, stepped out of my jeans. I felt myself blush. I felt vulnerable and exposed standing naked in front of her as she looked me up and down.

We kissed again. Her skin felt awesome pressed against mine. Irresistibly, I slid down her body, pausing briefly to visit her huge tits, exploring the tender bulge of her tummy, her deep set navel, finally reaching my goal, the damp flame of her cunt.

I could feel the heat radiating off of her. If her clit got any more swollen, it might pop. I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue, and traced the steel-laced length of her labia. She was hot and wet and salty. I could feel each one of the barbells underneath my tongue.

"Oh Kaleb, Yes! My clit!"

I couldn't stand to torture her any more. I stuck my tongue out and found her red hot button. She went crazy, like an attention starved cat while you are trying to read a book: arching up and rubbing herself on my face, purring and moaning and writhing sexily on the bed. She was wet, and I was covered in her juice. I clasped her buttocks (surprisingly small and firm) in my hands and drew her to me, licking and sucking until my tongue ached and her body shook.

"Oh My God" her slightly bulging eyes were wide open and there was a huge grin on her face. "Kaleb you are incredible! Let me suck your cock!"

I got up and opened my sock drawer and retrieved Pinky, my current favorite. It was large and realistically shaped, bright pink with sparkles.

"No" she said, pointing between my legs at my drooling sex "I want your cock in my mouth."

Well it had never been put to me quite that way before, but I was game to play. I knelt over her face, offering her my freshly trimmed, soaking wet and slippery, desperately horny pussy.

Well, maybe Toad isn't such a bad name for her: she's got a tongue that's about six feet long. For someone who'd never licked pussy before, she wasted no time diving into my cunt. She was slurping up and down my slit, stuffing my hungry pussy full of her thick fingers, tantalizing my clit and teasing the super sensitive skin around my asshole.

"Oh Kaleb" she moaned from between my thighs "Please fuck me now!"

I looked down at her cunt, locked tight with surgical steel.

"In my ass" she said, looking up from below my mons "Please fuck me in the ass."

She didn't have to ask me twice! I lifted up her legs, exposing her cute little ass. Her cheeks parted naturally, showing me her wrinkled brown anus.

I couldn't help myself: I lowered my face to her crack and rimmed her vigorously, probing her asshole with my tongue, delighting in her earthy musk, the tightness of her hole, the raw sexuality of the moment. 

She giggled and squirmed and buried her face in my snatch.

"Fuck me now Kaleb, please fuck my ass!" her voice was muffled by my pussy on her mouth.

Her asshole winked hungrily. I wet Pinky with my own juice, reveling in the low level buzz that transmitted all the way to the root of my clit. Then I pressed the head of the vibrator against her little opening.

She opened right up, and the tip of the cock slipped effortlessly in.

"Yes Kaleb Oh Yes! I'm so horny! Shove that cock right up my asshole!"

I started out gently, not wanting to hurt her, but the slower I went, the more she begged. Finally I had all seven inches buried in her tight backside, and she was writhing around, pleading with me to fuck her ass hard.

I slid Pinky in and out, fucking her faster and faster, really getting into it. I loved fucking her ass. I kept bumping her swollen clit with my thumb when I pressed the cock up inside her. Her cunt was soaked. Her barbells were covered in joy juice, and gleamed in the bedroom light. She had fingers up my pussy, fingers up my asshole, fingers on my clit, and she was going to make me fucking come all over her.

"OH YES KALEB!" We didn't have any close neighbors, and Mom worked nights at the hospital. Thank god. "YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD UP MY ASS! OH KALEB! FUCK ME! OH YEAH I'M GOING TO COME!"

We somehow managed to orgasm together, writhing and licking and fucking in one slippery, sticky, salty, wet knot. I ground my cunt all over her face, riding waves of pleasure, not really caring if she could breathe or not as I fucked her ass without mercy and flogged her clit with my tongue. I don't know how long it lasted. She kept calling out Kaleb's name. Her body shook, her stomach convulsed again and again. At her peak, she let go with a little stream of pee that caught me right in the face. I drank her eagerly, tasting her salty essence. At long last, we collapsed together onto the bed.

We cuddled together, enjoying being close, kissing and petting softly. When I finally looked up, I was startled to see my brother Kaleb standing in the light of the half open doorway. I sat bolt upright. Jen lay paralyzed where she was.

He cleared his throat. "I thought I heard someone call my name."

We all three laughed until it hurt. 

The Toast



We have agreed to meet for dinner at one of the nicer dining establishments in the area. Lace and I walk in together wearing selections from our sexiest dresses. We spot our two new friends, already seated at a secluded table at the far end of the room. The table has a fantastic view of the ocean, fresh flowers as a centerpiece, and a long linen tablecloth. They rise, introductions are made, hands are gingerly kissed, and many smiles are exchanged in between the small talk and menu perusal. The waiter arrives, collects our order and returns with a bottle of wine.

After a bit of small talk, a toast is offered from our male companions... "to friends".... the wineglass is barely steadied on the table when Lace and I look at each other and a silent "do you feel what I feel?" look is communicated....

I feel a firm hand resting on my thigh; rubbing and slowly traveling upward...the conversation begins to break from four to just two. I realize, that I am being talked to in a somewhat lower than normal speaking voice from my dinner companion (although this is not necessary as no one has been seated that close to our table yet).... I look over at Lace and observe the same scenario, all the while, the hand on my thigh is slowly traveling upward.

The temperature in the room seems to rise with each movement of the hand, which is now resting at the top of my thigh. Another toast is proposed from my dinner companion, just to me, "to us"...we both sip, he places his glass on the table, reaches for mine and does the same...and with that movement he takes the opportunity to lean a little closer and softly kisses my cheek. The fingers are now more eager and searching, a pleased look flushes his face as he realizes that this is going to be easier than he thought...

Being the naughty girls that we are….Lace and I have both worn thigh high stockings and no panties this evening. Fingers tease me, my wetness is being moved all over, a finger grazes my clit and I lose my breath, just for an instant.... a finger begins to enter me, …slowly,… I am soaking wet by this time, making the insertion of another finger effortless, the slow yet deliberate stroking, the talking (which has now taken a decidedly sensual direction), the temperature in the room, the wine...have all combined to make a very nice aphrodisiac. I try to gain some composure and glance at Lace, her eyes are now closed and I notice her lips are clamped...

I recognize this "look", and before I know it, I am doing the same. We are both being brought to orgasm by two men we have never met before! When I begin breathing again and open my eyes, my companion is discreetly licking his fingers and pouring more wine into everyone's glass. At that moment, our waiter arrives with our salads, another bottle of wine and leaves....Lace and I pick up our wineglasses and offer a toast "to lovers"... 



The Toes That Bind



Lynn was running late. She'd overslept and had to rush to work. She arrived at her office with minutes to spare, and even though she got there on time, she was exasperated. She'd had to throw herself together and drive faster than she liked to. And even when she got to work, things didn't seem to be going right. She momentarily misplaced her office key in her purse, she'd found two memos in her "IN" basket that she knew were coming and dreaded reading, and in her rush she found she'd forgotten some important papers and she knew she'd have to go home at lunch time to get them. She was not a happy camper.

And her woes seemed determined to continue. It being a chilly morning, Lynn had put on the first warm footwear she came across in her bedroom, her last minute rushing precluding a more thorough search. And so it was that she'd put on her tight fitting knee high boots. She'd meant to return them because they were just a touch too small and uncomfortable on her feet. But who ever had the time? And so it was that in her haste, she'd forced her feet and calves into those confining boots, relying on the fact that she could always take them off when she got to her office, where she always kept a spare pair of heels if she needed them. Or she could always go shoeless as long as she sat at her desk. She could switch her boots for other shoes when she went home at noon for those papers she'd forgotten.

However, it seemed that even the tiniest pleasures were to be denied her, for when she sat in her office chair and went to pull down the zipper on her boot, it got stuck. She tugged on it, stretching and twisting her boot, but to no avail. She gritted her teeth and pulled and yanked on the stubborn zipper. Nothing. 

It was just at the point where the four letter words were about to erupt from between her clenched teeth that Michael happened by. He had arrived early to catch up on some paperwork when he strolled past Lynn's office and saw her valiant struggle with the obstinate zipper. Lynn was grumbling and battling furiously with it and never even noticed Michael was there. 

He stood in her doorway and watched her, smiling. At length, Lynn sat back, exhausted and exasperated, slumping back in her chair and blowing her disheveled hair out of her eyes. She sighed loudly and was preparing for round two when she glanced upward and saw Michael's amused look as he peered down at her.

"Having a problem?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, " she smiled sheepishly up at him, "this damn zipper is trying to drive me insane. I just can't get it to cooperate. But, then, this seems to be the day for it."

"Would you like a little assistance?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Please," she replied, holding her leg up with her boot out to him, "be my guest."

Michael walked over and knelt down in front of her. He braced the sole of her boot on his knee and held the top of her boot with one hand. Grabbing the zipper firmly in the fingers of his other hand, he gave a mighty tug. Nothing. Then he jiggled the zipper and gave another tug. Same outcome. The zipper seemed to be taunting them both.

Michael pondered the situation. As he did, the hand holding the top of her boot seemed to take on a life of its own. Without even knowing he was doing it, the three fingers that were curled down inside her boot started to caress the silky smoothness of her nylon covered calf. Michael didn't notice it......but Lynn did. She almost said something to him, but then realized that he was unaware he was even doing it. So she just smiled and went back to thinking about the problem at hand. Michael adjusted himself, getting down on both knees, hoping the new position and better balance would bring about a different outcome to the situation.

Michael thought about trying to get her boot off by simply pulling it off her foot, but then realized that the boot was entirely too tight on her foot and calf for that to work. With a sigh, he began to think that his chivalrous gesture was for naught. But then, when he tried one final, gentle, nonchalant pull on the zipper... amazingly....it glided down its tooth-lined path as if it had never been stuck! Both Michael and Lynn stared in wonder. They looked at each other, eyes wide in disbelief.

Taking on the air of someone who knew all along he'd solve the problem, Michael removed the boot completely from Lynn's appreciative foot and calf, set it down on the floor, placed her now happy foot on his knee and spread his arms outward, saying, "Voila! Your foot has been rescued, Milady." He then added, smugly, "Nothing to it."

"Oh, well, then, if it's that easy....here." Grinning, she held out her other booted foot, joking. But, to her surprise, Michael braced it on his other knee, grabbed the zipper, and this time easily unzipped her boot. He then slid it effortlessly off her foot and placed it next to her other, less cooperative boot. He placed her second happy foot on his unoccupied knee, and now had Lynn's two relieved tootsies on his knees, toes wiggling in their new- found freedom.

Relieved, but somewhat surprised, Lynn exclaimed, wide-eyed, "Well, thank you, Michael....you're a real sweetie. Those boots were killing my poor feet."

"I noticed they were kinda tight," he said, "so explain to me why you'd want to wear such uncomfortable shoes to work in the first place."

Lynn sighed, sat back in her chair and groaned as she recounted in her head the morning's events so far. She rolled her eyes up, wiped her forehead dramatically, and said, "Michael, it's a long, sad story. Let's just say I was a little rushed this morning."

"Oh, I gotcha....been there." They both laughed.

As they talked and laughed, neither noticed Michael's hands gently rubbing Lynn's insteps and the bottom third of her calves. Eventually, his hands settled with his fingers wrapped around the back of her calves at her heels and his thumbs stroking her outer ankles on each foot.

The two talked for a bit, and Michael just stayed there on the floor on his knees, Lynn's feet resting comfortably on his thighs now, and his warm hands gently caressing the tops and sides of her nylon-covered feet. His warm hands felt great on her feet, which, even though they'd been confined in the tight boots, were nonetheless cool because of the chilly air outside, and Michael's hands rubbing them made it feel as though she'd taken off her boots and put her feet by a nice, warm fire.

"Mmmmm..," Lynn sighed, "that feels great."

Michael looked up at her, eyes questioning. He still didn't realize he was rubbing her feet. Lynn lifted her feet off of his thighs about an inch or so to stretch and wiggle her toes, and, not missing a beat, Michael's hands slid up to the front of those chilly feet and started to knead and rub her toes. The warmth of it made Lynn smile from ear to ear and sigh audibly. It was only then that Michael looked down and saw what he was doing. His eyes got wide with surprise...and he blushed.

"Oh....geez......um, Lynn.....I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take liberties. I mean....I wasn't trying......I mean... really....I wasn't....I wouldn't...."

"Michael, relax.....you're only rubbing my feet. And doing a fine job of it, I might add. Your hands feel great. I didn't realize just how cold and sore my feet were. Don't stop rubbing on my account." Then she smiled and added, "So far, it's the only thing that's gone right today."

"Well," he still stammered a bit, "I still shouldn't have taken the liberty...I mean, I should've asked permission. I mean, honest...I didn't even realize I was doing it....I swear."

"Permission?" she said, amazed at the comment, "to rub my feet?" She stifled a giggle, looked at him down there on his knees still rubbing her feet, leaned forward to him, and enunciated her following words, making sure he could hear them loudly and clearly, "Michael......dear boy......tell you what. You never have to ask permission to rub my feet. You feel free to massage my achy tootsies any time you like.....okay?"

It was then that things took a turn for both of them. When Lynn looked down to watch Michael gently rub his palms and fingertips along her insteps and the sides of her feet while his thumbs worked at the pads and bases of her jubilant toes, she noticed something. She was sure she was right. She put her hand over her mouth to stifle another giggle as she saw the definite bulge pressing against the fly of Michael's pants. That bulge was only inches from her wiggling toes and she had the sudden urge to play with that bulge with her feet. But all she did was look back upward to Michael's face. It was flushed with more than just embarrassment now. And not only that, but he now had her feet propped up on his thighs by the heels and was using his thumbs to knead the tired and tender flesh of her soles and high arches. And his eyes were now riveted on her feet.

Lynn just sat there watching Michael soothe her feet. But it was his eyes that most held her attention, for they darted over her feet, obviously admiring them as he rubbed. He was smiling and sighing as his talented hands moved from place to place, soothing as they went. Between the look in his eyes and the smile on his lips, Lynn could tell that Michael was very much enjoying massaging her feet. And the bulge roaring proudly at his crotch told her that he not only enjoyed rubbing her feet.....but he enjoyed her feet themselves. My God, she thought, he's actually getting turned on by my feet!!!

She wasn't sure what to do. Michael's hands were making her feet tingle with joy. And that look in his eyes, and that proud, straining member.....Michael wasn't even trying to talk anymore. He was just rubbing and admiring her feet. He mixed comforting massage with soft, gentle fondling as his hands explored her silky feet. And Lynn found herself amazed at something. She was actually enjoying his reaction to her feet. The way he looked at them and touched them pleased her no end. She couldn't believe the effect her feet were having on this younger man (Lynn, approaching fifty, was ten years Michael's senior).....but she found she very much liked it!

Michael now lifted one of her feet off his thigh. He held it about a foot in front of his smiling face and rubbed the heel and ankles firmly. His silly, schoolboy grin made Lynn smile. All the while he rubbed those ankles and that silken heel, his eyes literally adored her nylon-clad foot. Lynn, now becoming conscious of the fact that other employees would be arriving soon, still watched Michael in awe, his single-minded attention to her foot amazing her. Even though the door to her office was still wide open, she couldn't stop watching him attend to her feet. It was only when she heard an elevator bell ring far down the hallway that she realized this couldn't go on this way.

She took her foot from Michael's hand, placing both her feet squarely on the floor. The look of disappointment on Michael's face was like a child whose favorite toy had been broken beyond repair. Lynn wasted no time. She stood up and rushed over to the door and closed it just as she heard footsteps coming closer. She took no chances...she locked the door.

When she turned back to Michael, she saw that he was dejectedly beginning to stand up. She rushed back to her chair and plopped herself down into it, pushing downward lightly on his shoulder as she brushed by him. She again blew some soft curls of hair out of her face and looked at the confused Michael. He was looking back and forth from the locked office door to Lynn.

On about the third time he looked to the door and then back at Lynn, Michael saw her long, silky leg outstretched toward him, toes wiggling.

"The door's locked," she whispered, "no one can come in. Don't stop, Michael. Keep rubbing. You do that so well." Michael looked at her wiggling foot and then sat back on the floor, this time cross-legged, Indian style. He reached for her foot, but immediately saw it whisked away. Before he could react, he realized why the foot had been pulled away, and Lynn's almost-squealing-with-glee voice confirmed it.

"Oh, wait," she said, "that foot feels great now. Do the other one for me, okay, Michael?"

With a soft sigh, Michael's hands captured their prize. With a sigh of her own, Lynn felt Michael's strong hands begin again their soothing ways. And she felt that tingle again...this time between her legs....as she watched his admiring eyes embracing her silky smooth foot. And finally, she looked down to see if.....yes.... there it was......that delicious bulge. Michael was totally into her feet, that was clear, and Lynn found herself getting very much into Michael.

The two of them had pretty much become oblivious to the time. Lynn was sitting back in her chair, eyes shut,smiling contentedly, hands resting in her lap, with one foot on Michael's thigh and the other being firmly kneaded in his soothing grip. In short, she was in la-la land. She forgot she was even at the office.

Michael was in his own la-la land. His hands worked on her foot mostly on autopilot. His brain was, for the most part, a gelatinous glob of entranced mush as his eyes feasted on Lynn's nylon clad foot. He was holding that foot a mere six inches from his lips, which his tongue had to moisten frequently. He massaged her foot slowly, alternating from gentle to more forceful attention. As he did so, he watched every movement of her foot, either that caused by his working fingers or her own movements - the curling and spreading of her toes, which in turn caused her soles to wrinkle and then smooth out again. These pictures became etched in his brain.

He was most fascinated by the movements of those adorable toes. He even got so that he knew if he rubbed a certain spot her toes would curl or spread apart, or she'd sigh. He loved watching her toes wiggle and stretch....and Lynn's sighs were music to his ears.

Eventually, his fingers concentrated on those animated toes....and when he took them in his hands to pamper them, he unconsciously pulled her foot closer to his tongue-moistened lips. When he did, Lynn could feel his warm breath on her sole and the pads of her toes. It felt good, because even though Michael had been rubbing her feet for a while now, they were still chilly in spots, and the base of her toes was one of those spots.....so his nearly panting breath was delicious as it bathed the toes he was so diligently rubbing.

"At the risk of sounding like a real jerk," Michael sighed, no longer able to keep quiet about what he was feeling, "you really have very attractive feet, Lynn." As soon as he said it, he regretted it, and he blushed a bright crimson.

Lynn opened her eyes, roused from her dream state, and looked down at the embarrassed Michael. She smiled at the sight of the flushed, flustered younger man, his sheepishly smiling face hovering just beyond her wiggling, pampered toes. She wiggled her toes playfully, and his eyes immediately left hers to stare at the nylon- covered movement.

"You don't sound like a jerk, Michael, and I'm flattered you think my feet are attractive." Then, in a moment of whimsy, she curled her toes, accidentally squeezing his thumbs under them, and asked, "What do you think of my toenails? Do you like the color?" Neither of them was sure if it was a serious question or a blatant tease.

Warm air caressed the tops of her toes as Michael's sigh answered for him.

"They're lovely," he whispered, a longing look in his eyes, "I've always liked red on a woman."

"On a woman in general, or on her toes?" she asked, a sly look in her eyes.

Michael blushed again, smiling and looking downward toward the floor, embarrassed again. Lynn waited to see if he would answer.

"Well, in general, too.....but red nail polish in particular I find attractive."

"Fingers or toes?" she asked, still smiling.

"Both," he replied, smiling himself now, and seeming a little more at ease.

"Well, Michael, I have to tell you, right now you're redder than my toes are," this time she did tease. 

"Sorry," he said, "guess I am a little embarrassed."

"Don't be," Lynn said, trying to reassure him, "like I said, I'm flattered. It's nice to know all that hard work keeping my feet soft and painting my nails is actually being appreciated."

"Well, it is," he sighed again, his eyes darted all around the foot he held dearly in his hands, "your feet are very, very pretty." When he said it, he blushed again...but not quite as much.

"Well, thank you, Michael. I really am glad you like them. And, may I just say that you give a wonderful foot rub. I'd be happy to let you rub my feet all day. It's too bad you have to work today, or I'd let you sit there rubbing all day!" She smiled, and chuckled just a bit.

"And I'd be happy to," he said, this time not blushing at all, "I love making a woman feel comfortable."

"Well, that you've certainly done. Today started out so horrendously that I thought this was going to be a truly terrible day. But you seem to have turned that around for me. And for that I can't thank you enough."

"My pleasure, Lynn. Um....it sounds like you want me to stop rubbing your feet. Am I reading you right?"

"Well, like I said, if it were up to me you could sit there rubbing all day, but we both have to get to work. I have meetings and I'm sure you do, too."

"Yeah, and some pretty crappy ones, too," he admitted. His mind broke away from the feel of the sheer nylon and the softness of the feet beneath. More comfortable now, he held both of Lynn's feet up by the heels and boldly admired them. Holding them still about six inches from his face, he let his eyes take in every inch of both her feet - tops, bottoms, sides, toes...even craning his neck to the left and right to check out her ankles and heels. Lynn marveled at how this previously shy man suddenly felt secure enough to openly ogle her feet. She watched as his eyes moved from toe to toe, along her insteps, around the sides of her feet, along the soles...and all the while he smiled in open appreciation of her feet. And, as an added bonus, he was so close to her feet that his breath warmly caressed every inch of both her feet as he admired them. The warmth and tingling she felt was definitely not just down there at her feet.

Mike eventually realized he might be making a fool of himself, staring at Lynn's feet a touch too long. He blushed, just a tiny bit, smiled, and lowered them. But he didn't want to put her soft, lovely, and now warm, feet on the floor. He laid them on his still crossed legs, and his hands gently stroked the backs of her calves.

"If you tell me where your spare shoes are, I'll put them on for you," he said.

"Oh, that's okay, Michael....I can do that. You've done enough already. Thank you...it was wonderful...really...a delicious surprise."

"I don't mind, Lynn. I've pampered your feet this long, I don't mind doing one more thing for them."

"Michael, I appreciate it, really, I do...but you've done enough. Do you realize you've been rubbing my feet for over a half hour now?"

"A half hour? Wow...it only felt like a few minutes. It really is a joy to rub such soft, pretty feet."

"Well, then, you've done enough. Consider yourself my hero....my knight in shining armor."

"All right then, Milady, would you mind granting your knight a request....a reward for services rendered?"

Lynn found the question completely enjoyable and laughed heartily. When she stopped, she looked down at her knight and asked, "And what would my champion accept as his reward?"

"Well," Michael smiled, "how about what we were just talking about? How about you let me put your spare shoes on your feet for you. After all my rubbing, I'd feel neglectful if I let you put your own shoes on. I feel like I should do that for you...under the circumstances."

Again Lynn laughed. But, looking down at Michael and seeing how earnest he was, she relented.




The Toes That Bind



"All right, my protector, my spare shoes are in the bottom drawer of the desk, on the right. They may be heels, but they've got to be more comfortable than those damn boots are. I have got to take those back!"

Michael leaned over, keeping Lynn's feet on his thighs by holding them under his arm, and opened the indicated drawer. He took out the heels and set them on the floor next to himself. Lifting Lynn's right foot with his right hand, he held her foot up while his left hand captured her right high heeled shoe and brought it to her waiting foot. Lynn wiggled her foot briefly, and Michael couldn't tell if it was playfully or for some other reason. He looked up at her and their eyes met, his questioning hers.

"Sorry," she giggled, "my foot was just enjoying its last few seconds of freedom."

Michael chuckled at that, and then he looked back down to her foot as he prepared to imprison it in the shoe. He sighed, and the hand holding the shoe stopped, inches from her toes. He hesitated to put that shoe on her foot. He looked up at Lynn again. His eyes searched hers, he bit his lip, and he blushed again.

Lynn was searching his face as well, looking for whatever had caused him to stop. She noticed his eyes were going back and forth...first looking into her eyes, then returning to her toes, then to her eyes, her toes..... She needed to know what was wrong.

"Is there a problem?" she smiled, though a bit confused, "Why did you stop?"

Michael's eyes stopped their back and forth movement, focusing on Lynn's eyes. His blushing increased, until he was as red as he was the first time he blushed in her presence. He took one last glance at her nylon-encased toes and then his eyes met hers with a conviction in them. His lip, still trapped between nervous teeth, was now not only being bitten, but chewed on as well. He was nervous as hell, but he'd made a decision. And whatever the outcome, he was going to go forward with it.

"Lynn, I'm sorry if this offends you, or upsets you....but......I'd......I mean....could your soother and protector ask one final favor of you?"

"Oh," Lynn smiled, pretending to disapprove, "is my knight getting greedy now?"

Michael smiled, seeing through the game.

"No, Lynn...it's just....well....your feet really are beautiful. I mean that."

"Thank you, Michael," she replied softly, smiling, pleased, "but that can't be all. What is it you want to say?"

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was determined to ask, even if it backfired and blew up in his face. He just hoped Lynn wouldn't hold it against him if that was what happened. He took a second deep breath. And then he went for it.

"Your feet are really adorable, Lynn..." he started.

"Uh-huh," Lynn interrupted, getting mildly nervous herself, "you already said that. My feet are beautiful. What is it, Michael?"

"Well, I was just wondering....if you wouldn't mind...and if it didn't offend you or anything....well...." another deep breath, "okay, here goes..... I find your feet to be so gorgeous - I know, I already said that - but they really take my breath away, and they make me want to......oh, hell......Lynn, I'd really consider it an honor - and I'd consider myself the luckiest man on the planet - if you'd consent to letting me just....well.......kiss the tips of your toes.....before I put your shoes on." When he finished, he felt stupid....and his eyes fell down, staring at the floor. He braced himself for Lynn's condemnation.

"Are you serious, Michael? You want to kiss my toes? That's what all the suspense was about?"

Michael felt colder than Lynn's feet were when he'd first removed her boots. He wondered how he was going to slink out of her office in shame and then be able to ever look her in the face again. He wondered if Lynn was now going to tell everyone they worked with and he'd have to resign in shame. He cursed himself for his lack of control and his unwise decision. But Lynn brought him back to reality.

"Wow....I really am flattered, Michael. You like my feet enough to want to kiss them? God, that's so romantic! It's so sensual......so deliciously erotic!" She was bubbling over at the thought of it. And that warm, wet feeling was starting again between her legs. Many times she'd fantasized a strong man romantically and sensually kissing her feet, adoring and worshipping her...and them. And here was a man, young and handsome, almost pleading with her for just that chance. If she even thought of saying no she'd never forgive herself.

"Michael, I'd really be flattered if you kissed my toes. I mean it. If you really want to, you can definitely kiss my toes. I wouldn't mind in the slightest. In fact, I'd love it!" she beamed.

Michael's nervous face softened. His eyes looked into hers with an undying gratitude. He couldn't believe he could be so lucky! This beautiful woman, with such luscious, beautiful feet, actually wanted him to kiss her toes! He immediately thought he must be dreaming. But no, this was real. The feet in his lap and hand were soft and warm and real. And he wanted to kiss them so badly that nothing else mattered, except getting Lynn's permission...and he now had that!

He shook as he lifted her right foot with his hand, the high heel still in the other. He leaned forward and his eyes focussed on the toe seam of her stocking. They followed it's path from small toe to big, the crimson painted toes waiting for his lips to caress them. He brought her foot closer. He could smell the scent of the warm nylon. His head reeled as his lips touched first one toe, then the next. He shuddered with an erotic chill as he kissed from toe to toe, his lips never leaving that lucky seam, only pressing a bit harder each time they found a succulent toe beneath them.

Lynn watched Michael kiss her toes. His warm breath was nothing compared to the sight of his lips pressing into her toes....the look in his eyes (when they were even open) as he kissed each toe with total worship. He sighed at each kiss, looking as if he might pass out. Not only did his hand tremble on her heel, but she felt a slight trembling each time his lips found a toe to adore. She was mesmerized once again, watching Michael now kiss her foot instead of rubbing it. The massage had been wonderful, but this..this....Michael's lips literally worshipping each of her toes....was sensually erotic...exciting....arousing.

When Michael finished kissing each toe - which took awhile because he did so very slowly as if his lips were reluctant to leave each one - even for the joy of moving on to the next - he sat back and sighed yet again...staring down at the toes he'd just been lucky enough to kiss. With still another sigh he lifted and placed the high heel on that desirable foot. He slid it over her toes slowly and gently, as if afraid of damaging such a treasure.

He then lifted Lynn's left foot and repeated the entire procedure...sighing, kissing, trembling, looking sublimely content yet appearing again as if he might faint. When his lips had glided across the last of that toe seam and had tasted the final toe, he again sadly slid high heel over enchanting foot. Again he sighed, his heart aching to see such beautiful feet trapped in uncomfortable shoes.

"Michael....I don't know what to say....that was incredible! That was so.....God, so erotic! Do you really like my feet that much?!"

Michael could only nod, his face flushed - this time with a sexual glow - and his entire body trembling. He could barely breathe, let alone speak. And the glassy look in his eyes said it all. Lynn sat there, her feet now covered with both nylon and shoe leather, and stared down at Michael. Their eyes locked. Lynn was smiling happily, but Michael was still recovering. And Lynn once again noticed the large bulge in Michael's pants. Finally, Michael found a voice.

"Thanks, Lynn. That was really nice of you...to let me do that. I couldn't begin to tell you how much I appreciate it."

Lynn smiled broadly, saying, "I think I can tell how much you appreciated it. Words aren't necessary." Michael's eyes followed hers to his tightening crotch, and he blushed again. But, ultimately, he didn't care. He'd experienced something like nothing else he'd ever experienced before....and he didn't care if she was aware how much it had all turned him on. Even if it never happened again......for now, it was pure heaven.

Michael, hindered by the lump in his groin, got awkwardly to his feet. Lynn sat there watching him, her eyes shining and her lips smiling. She felt warm in many places and knew Michael did too. And though this particular episode might be over for now, she knew she wasn't going to let it end here. Yes, she was getting very fond of the young Michael....and if he didn't make any moves toward her, she had every intention of making moves of her own. She was not going to let such a lovely man get away....at least not without a fight.

Michael, brushing himself off, smiled at Lynn. She smiled back. And he noticed she was just very slightly licking her lips through that smile. He liked that a lot. His shyness with Lynn and her lovely feet was over. She was not only beautiful, but understanding and extremely sexy as well. He planned on getting to know her better...if she was amenable to it...and he thought she would be.

"It's too bad we have to work," Michael said.

"Yes, it is," Lynn replied.

Lynn started to get up, to show him to the door. He stopped her, putting his hands on her shoulders to keep her from rising out of her chair. 

"That's okay, you relax. I can show myself out. You go ahead and get your work done." After saying that, he took her right hand in his and raised it to his lips, kissing her fingertips. "Thanks," he said, "for everything....for probably the most memorable morning of my life."

"You're quite welcome," she replied, and then added, "Don't be a stranger, Michael. You know, I might just keep those boots, and wear them to work again. Then I'd need a knight in shining armor to rescue me from them again, wouldn't I?"

"Yes, you would. And maybe I'll just happen to be passing by and come to your rescue again."

"I hope so." Lynn smiled.

"Maybe I'll just have to come in early from now on....just in case." Michael said with a wink.

"Me, too....if I don't oversleep."

"That's okay," he said, "you'd be worth waiting for."

As Michael reached the door and turned the knob, unlocking it, Lynn added, "Yeah, I think I like these boots a lot now. I'm going to wear them to work again tomorrow. Will you be working tomorrow, Michael?"

He laughed and said, "Lynn, even if I'm not scheduled for tomorrow, I'll be here to rescue you any time you need rescuing from those evil old boots."

"That's it, then...I'm wearing the boots tomorrow. I hope my knight is here to save me."

"He'll be here," Michael said, "nothing could keep him away. But, first things first. Lynn, would you like to join me for lunch today? I know a really quiet, romantic little restaurant a few blocks away. I'd really enjoy your company."

"That'd be great, Michael."

"Noon okay for you?"

"Perfect."

"Great...I'll be the one with the armor and the white steed."

They both smiled, and Michael reluctantly walked out into the hallway, sighing.

The rest of Lynn's day went smoothly, and her lunch with Michael was a pleasure beyond words. After a mach five drive home to get that pesky forgotten paperwork, she hurriedly pieced herself back together for their lunch date.

The restaurant he'd taken her to was quaint and old-fashioned, and romantically lit. His excellent choice was duly noted by her, and the atmosphere made her feel safe and warm....as did the chivalrous Michael himself.

While a shy man, Michael also had an inner fire that Lynn became quickly attracted to. And the few times that their conversation had turned toward his affection for Lynn's feet, he at the same time blushed and got a wicked grin on his lips while his eyes danced with a smoldering desire above those lips. The two of them found they had some things in common, and their talk was both comfortable and free flowing. Not once was there an awkward pause or silence in their conversation. Lynn was very smitten by Michael.....and he with her.

At one point Lynn even felt comfortable enough with him to slip off her shoes and first run her stockinged foot up Michael's pant leg for a bit, smiling and teasing, and then plop her feet in his lap as she sat back in the antique style dining booth and folded her arms across her chest.

"Would my knight in shining armor mind massaging my feet just a tiny bit before we go back to the office?"

Michael smiled, and began rubbing without a second's hesitation. "I'd be honored to rub your feet anytime, Lynn. I really would. But, then, I'm sure you've figured that out by now, right?"

"Well, you haven't exactly hidden your interest in my feet, Michael. But, that's okay....I can live with that."

They laughed again, as they had many times together ever since he'd helped her with her boot that morning. And then Michael turned his attention to Lynn's feet in earnest.....while she turned her attention to watching him. He openly admired her feet again, but never slowed his hands in carefully but firmly massaging them. He even bent to gently kiss her toes from time to time, raising her feet as high as he could before her calves were stopped by the underside of the table top. And he didn't seem to care that they were in public. Lynn, enjoying the attention too much to care herself, watched him soothe and adore her feet.

It was only when the waiter brought the check that Michael was forced to come back down to earth. He smiled sheepishly at Lynn and stammered out an unnecessary apology. Lynn, for her part, had had a total blast....both the lively and entertaining conversation and the pampering below her ankles. She was a tiny bit disappointed when Michael stopped rubbing and kissing her feet, but it was getting late and they had to get back to the office. So she sighed when it was time to leave.....and this time when Michael insisted on putting her shoes back on her feet for her, she gave only token resistance.

He had to get down partially under the table to restore Lynn's high heels to their place of honor, but that didn't seem to matter in the slightest...to either of them. Before placing each shoe on its silken foot, Michael looked about quickly and took two quick puckered pecks on each luscious foot, the first on the tip of the toes and the second on her insteps. Only then did he once again confine their beauty in the cruel footwear.

When they returned to work, Michael walked Lynn back to her office. As they stood at her office door, it felt almost as if they'd been on a date, and he thanked her for being so kind as to join him for lunch. Lynn, in response, did something she rarely did. She reached out and held his head in her two hands and brought his smiling face to hers. She kissed him full on the mouth, slowly but with only a tiny bit of passion, though she felt much more.

"No, thank YOU, Michael. Lunch was lovely, as was the company. And," she winked, "as I said before, you can rub my feet anytime. A scrumptious meal, wonderful companionship, and getting my feet massaged. Could it get any better than that?"

"Well," he laughed quietly, "if you liked it so much, maybe we should make a habit of it. I know lots of restaurants, I'm a perpetual gabber, and I've never rubbed a sweeter pair of feet in my life. What's not to enjoy?" They laughed yet again, and this time it was Michael who advanced upon Lynn, holding her by both sides of her jaw and gently kissing her lips, but for quite some time. Eventually, their arms crept around each other, and they kissed openly in the doorway. When they separated their lips, they both could see deep in each others eyes that this was only a beginning.....and like a newborn their relationship would grow rapidly.

It had been some nine or ten weeks since the morning of the stubborn zipper. Michael was now going in to work early every morning, hoping Lynn would again need "rescuing". It had become a ritual with them...a tradition. Michael would meet Lynn early in her office to talk and start her day off with a foot rub. And while she rarely wore those too tight boots, she never did get rid of them.....they had sentimental value now, and every once in a while she did wear them to the office, and Michael would smile as he removed them for her. Never again did either zipper get stuck, but sometimes he would pretend it did, and once when Michael had removed her boots, he held up the boot that had "gotten them together" and actually kissed that now cooperative zipper and thanked it.....to Lynn's open amusement.

But one morning MIchael's and Lynn's relationship was to take an odd turn. During the course of her morning foot massage, when Michael started kissing her toes and insteps, Lynn realized that she had a mild yearning for something more. On this particular day, the weather being a bit warm, she had decided not to wear nylons to work. And as Michael's lips caressed her bare feet, she had a realization. She realized that she had the urge to slip her toes into his mouth, to wiggle them inside it, to feel him suck on those wiggling digits. The urge was very, very strong, and she suddenly found herself wishing fervently that he'd start doing just that...sucking on her toes.

But the urge and the wish were just the beginnings of her realization. She then realized that in the more than two months that she and Michael had been "an item", he'd rubbed and kissed her feet on many occasions - sometimes for hours at a time - but he'd never done more than that. She had never brought it up because she wasn't aware that she even wanted him to do it, but she now found it odd that he so enjoyed her feet, rubbing and kissing them every chance he got, but he never once tried to suck her toes or even lick them! It just seemed odd to her.

Then she thought that maybe he was too embarrassed to ask if he could suck her toes. Maybe he felt that was going TOO far. Maybe he figured she wouldn't like it. Well, since the urge had hit her anyway, Lynn decided to take the initiative. With Michael sitting there again, rubbing and kissing her feet as always, Lynn said, "Michael, this just came to me. Your lips are so warm and soft on my toes, I was just wondering about something."

"Oh?" he asked, "and what would that be, beautiful?"

"Well, your mouth is just so dreamy on my toes," - she held her feet up in front of him and wiggled her toes - "I was wondering if you'd like to do more than just kiss them."

"More?" he smiled, looking puzzled.

"Yes, more.....I don't know....like maybe you'd like to suck on them or something? I understand a lot of guys with foot fetishes enjoy that a lot. You can suck my toes if you want to, Michael."

"Oh, wow, Lynn, that's really open-minded of you....."

"Great, then," she said before he could finish, "go ahead. I'm eager to try it myself. I just think it'll feel delicious." She wiggled her toes and pushed her feet forward in the direction of Michael's mouth. She was beside herself anticipating the feel of it. Michael had a wonderfully talented mouth and tongue - as he'd shown her on many previous occasions, though not on her feet - and she couldn't wait to see what it could do on her toes.

"Uh...ok, sure," he said, as if dazed. He took one foot by the heel and opened his mouth to admit Lynn's happy toes. He sucked them gently, looking into her eyes as he did. She was enjoying it immensely, and after a while she sat back in her chair and closed her eyes. Michael slowly and thoroughly sucked her toes, not missing a single inch of any one of them. Lynn alternately moaned and squealed with glee. She was surprised at herself. She never in a million years thought she'd enjoy having her toes sucked so much. But,enjoy it she did. It even got her aroused. She now wanted more from Michael, and chastised herself for picking this time, here at the office, to try this experiment and getting herself excited when she and Michael were under time constraints and she was unable to get her needs satisfied. But, she thought, tonight.....tonight....when she got home, she was going to have Michael come over and she was going to put her toes back into his mouth and wiggle them cheerfully between his sucking lips until she was begging for his tongue - and other parts of him - on other parts of her body. Just the thought of it was making her squirm.




The Toes That Bind



"Lynn, honey, we'd better stop. It's getting late. We both have work to do." He got up off the floor and stood in front of her, smiling. It was so sudden that Lynn's daydream of the upcoming evening popped like a child's punctured balloon.

"Oh, damn.....yeah, I know. That really felt fantastic, Michael. In fact, why don't you come over tonight and we can finish this up. You can finish sucking my toes - God, that's a turn on, Michael - and then you can have me any way you want me. What do you say, my little toe fiend? Sucking my toes for as long as you like, and then having your way with me.....how's that? Are you game?"

"Wow, having your toes sucked really turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Oh, yeah.....I never would've guessed.....but, yeah, that got me hot as hell!"

It was then that Lynn noticed the look in Michael's eyes. It was a sad look, though he tried to hide it.

"Michael, what's wrong?"

"Well, Lynn....I guess maybe I'm not as into feet as I thought I was. I mean, I love kissing and rubbing your feet for you, but, well, to be honest, sucking toes doesn't do anything for me. Now, don't get me wrong, I'll do it for you if you want me to, but, well, it's just not a turn on for me."

Lynn was shocked. The way he was sucking her toes, she thought he was really into it. But when she looked to his crotch for the telltale bulge - which was almost always there when they were together and he was massaging or pecking her feet - it was nowhere to be seen. Her mouth had dropped open in disbelief, and she looked back up into Michael's eyes and felt a twinge of sadness. She almost cursed herself now for trying her little experiment.

"Well, hey, that's okay, Michael. You can come over and kiss my tootsies the usual way and then we can make mad, passionate love as wonderfully as ever." She hid the disappointment in her eyes by looking at a picture on the wall.

"Are you sure, Lynn? I mean, I'm really sorry.....it's just that I'm not into it, I guess."

"It's okay, Michael, honest. Come by for dinner tonight." She stood up and kissed him passionately on the mouth. "We're good together, Michael. Sex between us is great. We don't need any toe-sucking to improve on that, now, do we?"

"Are you sure, Lynn? I hate to disappoint you. It's just...."

"Forget it, Michael, it's okay. So, it felt good, that's all. You turn me on in so many other ways."

"All right. Well, sexy, I'll see you later..and I'll definitely stop by tonight."

"Great. I'll be all clean and sexy for you. I'll feed all your appetites."

Again she kissed him passionately. She walked him to the door and they embraced again before she opened it and let him out. As he walked slowly down the hallway, Lynn again felt the twinge of disappointment. She sighed. As she started to close the door after him, she realized she was still barefoot. She looked down at her toes as if they'd betrayed her somehow. Then she sighed and imagined Michael's hot mouth sucking all around them. She sighed even deeper.

"Well, I guess you little piggies don't get sucked anymore," she said sadly, the door almost completely closed now. Suddenly, the door met with resistance. She looked up quickly to see what the resistance was,and there stood Tom Levins, another coworker who's office was just down the hall. His handsome face was smiling broadly, and he had a twinkle in his eyes very similar to Michael's. His eyes also smoldered like Michael's, and they were burning directly into Lynn's. The purely sexual look on Tom's face took her breath away. He cocked his head to one side, still smiling wickedly, and said, 

"I don't necessarily agree with that statement, Lynn. If a beautiful lady wants her toes sucked, I see no reason why it shouldn't happen. Mind if I come in?"

As if in a dream, Lynn opened the door......and she let Tom enter her office. He closed the door behind himself. Foggily, Lynn heard the door lock again, but all she could do was look up into Tom's blue fire eyes. Then she looked at his lips, and imagined them surrounding her toes.

"Could we talk, Lynn? I might just have a solution for those neglected toes of yours."

"Um....sure, Tom.....I guess.....I suppose it's ok.........yeah, sure........." Lynn felt a chill go down her spine..but also felt bolts of hot white lightning shooting from her groin to her toes that was far stronger than the chill.

Lynn was somewhat dazed as she slowly backed toward her chair. From his smile, it seemed Tom rather enjoyed her discomfiture. His smile broadened when she began to babble.

"Um, Tom, " she stammered with an obvious embarrassed hue to her complexion, "I know what I just said must've sounded pretty odd. Uh, well...." she laughed nervously, "it must sound pretty weird me talking to my toes, huh?" She hoped that somehow this might all be a dream she'd awaken from at any moment. But such was not to be.

"Well," Tom smiled, "I have to admit I've never heard a woman talk to her toes before...much less call them piggies." He laughed, and the friendliness of that laugh made Lynn feel very much at ease, despite the some- what embarrassing circumstances.

"Yeah, well, it's been an unusual day," she said, lamely she felt.

"Oh, I don't know," Tom replied, his grin becoming very wicked now, "it seems to me like your mornings have started pretty much the same here for, oh, I don't know...maybe a month or so? At least that I know of."

Lynn reddened again, and her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped in disbelief.

"How could you......did Michael?....." she sputtered, but then caught herself, "Okay, Tom, what is it you think you know? Let's go, spit it out," she said, slowly composing herself.

Tom laughed. "Geez, Lynn, don't get upset. I'm not going to tell anyone. What two people do behind closed doors is their business, no one else's," he chuckled, and then added, "They should just make sure they've locked that door first."

"What do you mean what they do......?" and then it hit her, "What?!! Should've locked the door?!!" She felt her blood draining from her head, and rushing to her neglected toes.

"Relax, Lynn.....even if the door had been locked, I could've heard you guys right through it. So call me the little eavesdropper. Boy, when you guys are involved in tootsie play you're oblivious to ANYTHING else!" Tom still smiled warmly, and his eyes held no malice of any kind. But Lynn wasn't sure what hers showed.

"The door....THIS door? We didn't lock it? Oh, wonderful! And you heard us anyway? You DID eavesdrop then! But, please tell me you didn't see anything."

"Sorry, Lynn. I sure did. You see, I saw you and Michael go into your office one morning, and then as I walked by I heard the door locking. I thought, why would two people go into an office and then lock the door? So, naturally, I thought you two were.....um.....doing the dirty....in your office. I couldn't resist listening in at the door. But I didn't hear anything for a long time. When I did, you can imagine how surprised I was to hear you telling Michael how good he was at rubbing and kissing your feet. I tell you, Michael has all the luck!"

"Oh, great," Lynn said, sighing and rolling her eyes, "but, wait, you said you heard us lock the door...so then you DIDN'T see anything."

"Well, not that particular morning. It was about a week later. I peeked out my office door and saw you guys kissing in your doorway. As soon as you ducked inside, I snuck up to listen in again. When you closed the door, I didn't hear the lock click, so I wondered if the door was locked or not. So, I waited about fifteen minutes - praying no one else would come along in the hallway - and when I heard you moaning - you do sometimes moan rather loudly, Lynn - I turned the doorknob really slowly and pushed open the door just a hair. I figured if either or both of you looked over, I could always pretend I was there on business and just neglected to knock. That was my plan, anyway."

"Oh, God, so then you did see....?"

"I'm afraid so, Lynn...in living color. But, really, I already knew what was going on anyway. I just got to see it, too, that's all."

From the look on Lynn's face, Tom could see that she was mortified. She even looked a little unsteady on her feet.

"Lynn, c'mon, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, I heard you guys talk about all your other plans for each other. So, you engage in a little foot play...nothing wrong with that at all. In fact, some of us wish we were so lucky."

Lynn backed up until the backs of her thighs met with her chair. She slowly lowered herself into it's comforting familiarity. She sighed and looked at Tom, a sheepish smile on her face. Busted, she thought.

"Tom, I like you, you know that...but you shouldn't have eavesdropped at my door, let alone peeking in. That was very obnoxious of you."

Tom's smile faded for the first time since she'd let him into the office. He looked genuinely sad, and he actually fidgeted as he said, "You're right, Lynn. I really do have a lot of respect for you, and I usually don't violate anyone's privacy that way. I really don't know what came over me." And then he made a confession.

"I think, Lynn," he said with a long sigh, "I think I've always liked you...a lot. I think you're beautiful and you're one of the smartest and most likable people I know. I guess when I saw you and Michael as an item, well, I guess I wanted to know what he has that I don't.....besides you, that is," he said, making a weak attempt at a humorous smile. "I can't think of any other reason why I did that. Jealousy? Envy?"

Lynn was now looking up at Tom, and it was her turn to smile.

"I never knew you felt that way about me, Tom. Why didn't you ever ask me out...at least for lunch or a cup of coffee?"

"No guts, I guess. I've seen some of your boyfriends over the years, and I figured there was no way a guy like me could interest a woman like you if those were the types of men you liked. And, besides that, I'm usually basically a very shy guy."

"You weren't shy a few minutes ago when you walked into my office."

"Well, I think what I heard from outside your door......"

"So, you were listening again today?" she interrupted.

"Well, yeah....sorry." His boldness had just as quickly turned to humility.

Lynn sat back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest, looking up at Tom. "Go on," she said, "you were outside my door and....."

"Well, I was listening to your conversation. It seemed plain to me that you wanted Michael to do more....um.....to your feet....than just rub and kiss them."

"Uh-huh, that's true. I was hoping he'd suck my toes. I've been wondering about that for a while now, but only consciously realized it today how much I wanted him to do it."

"Well," Tom continued, "I got the impression he didn't enjoy doing it very much. And from the way you replied to him, you were willing to forego that pleasure so as not to upset him."

Lynn sighed, "Well, you hit that nail on the head. When he sucked my toes, I thought I was going to explode right here in this chair. If he had sucked my toes much longer, you WOULD have heard some hot, steamy sex right here on this desk!" Lynn was feeling much more at ease now, and laughed out loud at her last statement, and at the approving look on Tom's face. She stopped laughing and looked up at Tom, sucking on the corner of her upper lip. She couldn't believe she was talking so openly about what was obviously both a private and very unusual subject.

Then, out of the blue, Tom's mouth quietly blurted, "Lynn, I'd suck your toes anytime."

She laughed again, but then saw the sincerity in his eyes. She felt a brief, but real, tingling between her legs. She bit her lip harder, and ventured, "Ahh....so that's what you meant in the doorway....that you didn't agree that my 'piggies' had to go without some oral attention, right?"

"Well, yeah. Why should they? If Michael won't take those little darlings into his mouth, why not let someone else?"

"And you're only too happy to volunteer?"

"Yeah, I am." The pendulum had swung back again, and Tom's boldness was coming back.

Lynn held up her feet playfully, teasing. "So, you picture yourself as my toe rescuer, do you? You have a foot fetish, Tom?"

"Yes to both questions, Lynn. But, well, there's more."

Lynn stopped teasing and lowered her feet to the floor. She sat forward in her chair and stared at Tom, completely intrigued now. This was getting very interesting indeed.

"Really? More? Tell me, Tom. I really want to know." As she looked up at him, she felt that tingle in her groin again, and without knowing it she licked her lips, quite seductively.

"Well, why not?" he said, "it's all pretty much out on the table now, anyway, isn't it.....for both of us?"

"Yeah, you know I want Michael to suck my toes. So now it's your turn. You've admitted that you've liked me for a while now, so now tell me what this something more is, Tom."

"All right. Sure. What the hell. First, how long have we worked together, Lynn?"

"Oh, I....hmmm....let's see.......what is it, four years...five?"

"Yup...five years now. And guess what?"

"What," she chuckled, "I haven't a clue."

"Well, I know this is gonna sound perverted, but I'll tell you anyway."

Lynn was eager to hear now. She was wringing her hands in her lap and chewing her lower lip.

"I've known you for five years now, and for at least four and a half of those years, I've had one major case of the hots for you."

"That's old news, Tom. I didn't realize it was that long, but you already told me you......"

It was Tom's turn to interrupt. "Yeah, Lynn, I told you I liked you and wished I'd had the nerve to talk to you as more than just a coworker, but I didn't tell you what it was about you that made me feel that way."

"I assumed it was just my sizzling beauty and my superb personality that hooked you," she laughed.

"Well, there's no question that you have both those things, Lynn. You're gorgeous beyond words, and your personality and intelligence make anyone want to spend time with you....."

"Oh, stop, Tom, before I blush again."

"I just want you to understand that you're a lovely woman and a wonderful person. And that alone would have been enough to attract me. But, well, there was that something more that made me fall even more head over heels for you."

"Tom, stop stalling. I'm dying to know what it was that made you want me so much."

"Well," he sighed again, "just think about what started this whole conversation and you'll know what it was...or IS that most attracts me to you."

"Oh, Tom, stop playing games and just tell me....." And then it smacked her square between the eyes, hitting like a lightning bolt, and, eyes wide, she said, "My feet? Tom, is that what you're trying to tell me? It's my feet that you find so....desirable?"

Now Tom blushed, and he admitted, "Yes. I told you it was going to sound perverted. Please understand, Lynn, that I find you to be one of the most deliciously fantastic people on the planet. I love your looks, your personality, your sense of humor....all of it. But, well, like I said, I have a foot fetish, and your feet are just unbelievably sexy. I hope that doesn't sound too sick. Well..I suppose it doesn't, because I've heard Michael tell you the same thing."

Lynn stared at him, her mind caught between the absurdity of what he'd just said, and the eroticism of it. Then she shook her head and said, "No..no way, Tom. When have you ever seen my feet? You're making this up now hoping to impress me, right?"


He smiled. "No, Lynn, I may be a peeping Tom, but I'm no liar. You remember when we first started working together, neither of us had our own offices? Remember we shared that grotesque cubbyhole of an office two floors up? Remember that?"

"Remember it? I've spent years trying to forget it."

"Well, you had the same habit then that you do now. Every morning in the winter you'd take off your street shoes, or boots, and put on the shoes you keep in your desk drawer....or you'd just go barefoot for a while. Well, you may not have noticed, but I spent a lot of time looking at your feet every morning. And I'll have you know that it was damn hard to concentrate on my work until after you put your shoes back on! And those mornings when you'd put your bare feet up on your desk....well...I was pretty much useless as far as getting any real work done. It's a wonder I was able to keep my job! Those were rough times for me, Lynn," he laughed quietly.

"Oh, my God...you know, a couple of times I did think you were looking at me, but I thought you were looking at my legs! You were looking at my feet?!"

"Guilty as charged." Tom blushed and fidgeted.

Now the tingle between Lynn's thighs was beginning to feel like a persistent vibrator, moving up and down her thighs, and up and down between them. She sat back in her chair and was smiling from ear to ear. 

"Just my luck," she said with a sigh pushed between pouting lips.

"What's that?" Tom asked.

"Well, here I am dating one guy who likes my feet - a little bit - whom I've fallen in love with, but who won't suck my toes, or at least he doesn't enjoy it. And now another guy walks in out of the blue and tells me he's been drooling after my feet for four and a half years and would suck my toes any time I'd want him to. Oh, this just isn't fair at all."

"What's not fair about it? What would be so wrong if I sucked your toes for you, and then after you got all hot and horny you took off to jump your honey, Michael? Seems to me you'd have the best of both worlds."

Lynn looked incredulous. "What?!" she said, eyes wide and jaw agape, "is that what you're suggesting? You want to suck my toes and then dismiss me like some kind of foot slut? You can't be serious!"

"Lynn," Tom said with a hopeless look on his face, "I realize that I can't have you the way I'd like to. I can see very clearly that Michael's stolen your heart. You love him, and nothing I can do will ever change that. But, I hate seeing you not being pleased the way you should be. I could tell from your moans when Michael sucked your toes today that it drove you crazy. You said yourself that you almost jumped him right here in your office. I know that having your toes sucked is a MAJOR turn on for you. So....."

Lynn softened, and looked at Tom in a new light. This man loved her but couldn't have her. And he was willing to satisfy her need to have her feet worshipped, and then send her off to another man to make love with. She was seeing him in a completely different way....and she wasn't quite sure what that even was.

"So....you're willing to turn me on by worshipping my toes, and then let another man have me sexually?"

"Lynn," that sad look was back in his eyes, "if I can't have you the way I'd like to, I'm perfectly willing to settle for you feet. Believe me, Lynn, I adore you, and I'd jump through a hoop to kiss ANY part of you, but, seriously, Lynn, your feet drive me insane. I don't think I've ever seen anything sexier than those gorgeous tootsies of yours. And I mean that. I'm not just saying it because I think it's what you'd like to hear. In my mind I've kissed every curve of both your feet, I've massaged them for countless hours, and I've licked and sucked every possible inch of them. Yeah, I'd settle for your feet in a heartbeat, even if I couldn't have you afterwards."

"Wow....Tom, I'm so sorry. If only I'd known before I met Michael."

"Water under the bridge, Lynn. Nothing we can do about it now. But what do you say to my idea? What have you got to lose? You get to have your feet thoroughly pampered and adored, Michael doesn't have to do it, and then you get to go to Michael and make love to him like he's never been made love to before. Hell, if he knew, he might even thank me for it! Um....sorry....bad joke."




The Toes That Bind



Lynn started getting fidgety herself now. She was licking her lips regularly. When she looked at Tom's pouting lips, she wondered how those lips would feel with her toes between them. She could clearly see her toes moving in and out of his mouth, and she knew that he'd work hard at pleasing her toes, if only because he loved doing it so much. 

When Tom saw he might be getting to Lynn, he offered one final argument on his own behalf. He leaned down toward her as she sat in her chair, and said quietly,

"Lynn. One more thing. I've had a foot fetish for most of my life. I've dated several women who enjoyed having their feet worshipped. I've kissed and licked and sucked and nibbled women's feet for a lot of years now. I don't want to sound conceited or anything, but I'm very good at sucking toes, and just all around pampering a woman's feet. I can easily do it for hours at a time...and I'm grateful for the chance. If you agree to this, I'll meet you whenever you want, I'll never pressure you, and I'll be as discreet as is humanly possible. No one will ever know about this, I swear. What do you say? Too weird for you, or do I have a chance here?"

"I don't know, Tom....I........" she looked up into his eyes.

"Please, Lynn. Don't take this away from me. I know I can't have your heart, but don't take this from me, okay?"

"Tom, please don't make me feel guilty. I......"

Tom stood up quickly, as if a spear had just entered his spine.

"Lynn, I'm sorry. I really wasn't trying to make you feel guilty. Look, I'm going to leave now. I'm sorry about everything.....the eavesdropping, the peeking, coming in here bothering you, my crazy ideas...all of it. I wish you the best of luck with Michael, Lynn...I swear I do. You take care, now."

In his haste to leave, Tom was almost bolting for the door. He felt he'd somehow hurt Lynn, and that was the last thing he ever want to do. But Lynn had come to realize that Tom's offer was sincere, and not just the depraved droolings of some guy who wanted her feet to play with.

When Tom reached the door he fumbled to open it, forgetting that he'd locked it after himself when he came in. Just as his hand grasped the lock, Lynn spoke behind him.

"Why in such a rush to leave, Tom? Stay a minute."

Tom turned around and saw Lynn sitting there smiling, her feet again wiggling playfully in the air.

"You're a really good talker, Tom, but let's see if all your bragging is true. If I'm going to consider letting you be my foot lover, I want to see if all that hype is true. I want a trial run...right now. I want to see what I'll be getting. Well, what do you say? You willing to let me have a test drive here?"

Tom smiled. God how he loved her. But those feet. Watching them wiggle was driving him insane. And Lynn once again watched a growing bulge that she could proudly attribute to the sexiness of her feet. The look in Tom's eyes was making her hot, and she wanted her toes in Tom's mouth very, very badly.

"C'mon, Tom," she said, her voice almost hoarse with desire, "put your money where your mouth is....or, rather, just bring that cute mouth over here......I've got some piggies that need lots of attention."

Without a word, Tom let go of the door lock. All the air had managed to escape his heaving lungs. And without taking his eyes off Lynn's wiggling toes, he walked over and sat where Michael had sat not too long ago. He stared at her soft, playful feet for several seconds, then looked up into her eyes. He saw more than just understanding there...he saw desire. His smile mimicked Lynn's, and he reached out trembling hands for their first touch of Lynn's feet.

Lynn was aware of the time. She knew that she didn't have much time to play with Tom. It was getting late in the morning by now, and she had a lot of work to do. Still, he was so sincere in his offer - and she was still a bit tingly from Michael's efforts on her toes earlier, not to mention her conversation with Tom - that she couldn't resist getting Tom to give her a trial run. She just had to see if he really was as good as he claimed. And if he was.....well......she knew she'd melt and be just weak enough to give his offer a try. 

As she looked down at Tom, she couldn't help but be amused by the question of whether or not the floor was still warm from Michael's cute bottom. Stifling a giggle, she pondered her current situation. First, there was Michael....cute, romantic, sweet Michael. He loved her feet, but only enough to kiss and rub them. And that was very frustrating. But, sexually, he's a stud.....and she loved every other aspect of their relationship together - sexually, romantically, common interests, how they get along and react with each other...everything. They're made for each other.

Second, there's Tom. He's cute, older than Michael (and closer to her own age), and the biggie....he's been drooling over her feet for years, wanting to do much more with them than Michael. And, another biggie, he claims to have lots of experience pampering and worshipping a woman's feet. That alone puts him in the plus column! So, maybe this is the best of both worlds. Tom says she can keep her relationship with her true love, Michael, and he's willing to settle for worshipping her feet whenever she'd like him to. What could be so wrong about that?

Lynn's reverie was interrupted by something warm on her left foot. Tom, eyes glazed, was nuzzling her foot. Holding it by her heel and instep, he was rubbing it gently on his face. Occasionally his eyes fluttered in obvious ecstasy. At one point, with the ball of her foot on his cheek so that her big toe was just alongside his eye, Tom turned slowly and kissed the sole just below the base of her toes. He was sighing softly, and Lynn thought she could even hear a faint purr. Tom was much more into her feet than Michael! He was completely lost in nuzzling and hugging her foot, kissing the sole. The look on his face was pure rapture..... and that now familiar tingling began again between Lynn's legs.

"God, your feet are amazing, Lynn. I've fantasized doing this for years now, but this is a thousand times better than any of my fantasies. Your feet are so soft...so sweet...so sexy...." his voice trailed off as his eyes admired her foot, and his mind ran out of words to properly praise it.

Lynn was going to thank him for his compliments, but the words stopped short in her mouth, coming out as a tiny squeal of pleasure instead as Tom's mouth opened slightly and his teeth gently captured her big toe between them and gently grazed it's soft pad. The teeth immediately pulled away to allow Tom's tongue to quickly flick at that sweet pad. That warm tongue then licked flat on the bottom of her toe, working its way slowly from tip to base. That one lick apparently opened the flood gates.

With a soft moan, Tom's tongue started licking all of Lynn's toes, and she had to fight back the urge to wiggle her toes in delight. He licked slowly at the pads of each toe, pulling the little one back just enough to enable him to lick both the pad and the base.

His licking got more and more energetic, and then moved from the toes downward, until he had licked every inch of her sole. First with tiny, quick tongue flicks from toes to heel, and then one long, slow lick back to her toes. Back at the toes, he licked forcefully at the base of her toes, pushing his tongue with obvious purpose along the base, from toe to toe. Lynn couldn't see his tongue very well at this point, but she could certainly feel it....and even if she couldn't she'd have been able to tell how hard his tongue was working from the bobbing of his head as his tongue probed and licked her toes.

It wasn't long before she could finally see his tongue at work, for now it began squeezing between her toes. She watched it flick in and out between them, sometimes just a little pink tip peeking between two toes, and other times a long, curling snake sticking out far enough to wrap around a toe. That tongue squirmed and played between her toes for a long time. It felt wonderful...apparently to both of them.

The outright eroticism of it all was obvious. Tom's pants were straining mightily to keep what must have been a painfully trapped erection from tearing through them. And Lynn was now sitting back in her chair, head held between her hands, eyes wide watching Tom's tireless tongue, moaning almost in unison with him. But Tom's tongue wasn't the only thing that wanted Lynn's feet.

His tongue having lapped and savored every possible inch of Lynn's toes, squirming as if it had its own mind, Tom now started to gently nip at the tips of her toes. He gently enclosed the tip of each toe between his teeth, barely touching it. Then, starting with the middle toe, spreading the second and fourth toes away from it with his fingers, he very gently and slowly slid his teeth down the length of the toe. After moving his teeth softly up and down the toe several times, his teeth finally yielded to his hungry lips. The feeling for Lynn went from a soft tickling sensation, to the warm softness of Tom's moist lips.

Lynn didn't realize that lips could be so strong and forceful. Tom squeezed her toe between his lips and moved them up and down her toe as he'd done with his teeth. It was like having her toe massaged individually from tip to base with a warm, wet sponge. But, as he continued, Tom allowed his tongue to take more part in the fun, squirming it all around Lynn's toe as he sucked from tip to base. The tingling in her groin was growing, seemingly with each lick and suck.

Each toe received equal treatment.....and Lynn had by now totally lost track of the time. She could only sit in awe as Tom's mouth moved from toe to toe, tongue savoring, lips massaging, mouth sucking. Every toe got sucked more than once. Each was individually pleasured, but they also got sucked in pairs and groups. As he got more into it, Tom's mouth moved faster and faster from toe to toe, group to group. And all the while he sucked his tongue enjoyed everything it could capture.

Lynn was wet by now, watching toes singly and in groups disappearing into Tom's ravenous mouth. If she thought his head had bobbed quickly before, she now saw that effort doubled. His mouth was almost a blur as his lips moved all along her toes, sucking here, licking there. All her toes were by now burning with the heat of Tom's mouth. And with another stifled giggle, borne not only out of humor but out of the growing need she felt between her thighs, Lynn realized that Tom was still only working on her first foot....the other had hardly even been touched so far! And with that realization, she happened to look up at the clock. My God! Tom had been licking and sucking her toes for over thirty minutes!

Lynn leaned forward to tell Tom he had to stop. As she did, his mouth captured her first three toes in it and sucked hungrily, his tongue slipping first between the first and second toes, and then the second and third. Lynn gasped at the force of it, and the need and desire etched on Tom's face. She slumped back in the chair, eyes shut, weak.....and extremely horny.

Finally, the wild sucking at her toes subsided, some ten minutes later. The sizzling wetness of the inside of Tom's mouth was replaced by gentle, warm softness. Lynn looked down to see Tom sweetly kissing her toes, then the sole and the sides of her foot. She was sure he'd kiss more - every single inch of every single part of her foot - but she had to stop him....if she could find the will power to do it.

Mustering up the strength to speak, Lynn said, "Tom.....Tom......Tom, honey, you have to stop."

Slowly the message sunk into his lust-filled brain. He slowly took Lynn's foot away from his mouth, a look on his face like a little boy whose favorite toy had just been broken beyond repair. Lynn actually felt bad for him.....and herself....that this had to stop. But they were at work, and this couldn't go on.....at least not right now.

"God, Lynn, your feet are incredible. I could savor them all day!" Then, looking up at her, he blushed a bit, "Geez...I hope I didn't make too much of a jerk of myself. I hope I didn't get too carried away, Lynn. It's just that....well....your feet are......"

"I know......incredible, right?" she smiled down at him. Then, noticing his embarrassment seeming to increase, she assured him, "No, Tom, you didn't make a jerk of yourself at all. That really was unbelievable...amazing. You really are good at foot worship. I loved every second of it. If it were up to me, I'd let you stay right where you are and start on my other foot. I'd let you worship them all day...believe me. But it really is getting late. We both have work to do."

Tom sighed, gently lowering Lynn's foot to the floor. He sighed again when he looked over at her other foot, unworshipped, neglected, feeling deep inside himself that he should do something for it, and frustrated that he couldn't. Lynn saw him looking at her other foot, noting the desire in his eyes, and squirmed in her chair. She bit her lip and made a decision.

"Tom, about this offer......you being my foot guy.....well, I can't believe I'm saying this, but......well, I can't for the life of me see anything wrong with it. I want you to understand that I'm in love with Michael, and I don't want anything else from you.....no sex, I mean. But after what you just did for my foot, I don't have the will power to say no to you being my foot guy. Can you really accept those terms, Tom? Can you be my foot lover without wanting more?" She bit her lip, praying he could. It would be perfect, so perfect, if he would agree to just be there to make her foot fantasies a reality.

"Lynn," he smiled, "who's idea was that in the first place? Of course I can. I've wanted your feet for so long I'd have to be nuts to say no now, right? I made the offer to be your foot lover, and I give you my word I'll never, ever risk that, or your friendship, by trying to get more from you. Really, I'm happy for you and Michael....honest. Just let me be your friend, and take care of your feet....that's all I ask."

Lynn sighed with relief. Oh, how this was going to be great. Tom sucking her toes like a pro, and sweet Michael there for everything else! Could it possibly get any better?

"Great, then," she almost squealed with pleasure, "it's a deal. That was a fantastic trial run. You're hired! You are from this moment on my foot guy. My feet are yours. But right now we really have to get to work. We can get together sometime and work things out, okay?"

"Sure," he replied, also smiling, "that works for me. I can't wait. And, Lynn, I mean it.....anytime you need your feet tended to, you just give me a call. I'll be there in a flash.....no strings attached."

Tom got up from the floor, slowly, a little sad not to be able to finish both of Lynn's feet, and brushed himself off. He stood there for a second, smiling at Lynn, who warmly returned that smile, noting happily that the remnants of his erection was still evident.

"Well," he said, resigned to the disappointments of reality, "guess I'll be going. Give me a call, Lynn....anytime. Soon, I hope."

"Oh, I will, Tom. You can count on that."

He sighed and turned for the door. He shook with the rush he still felt from tasting Lynn's feet, and his hand was unsteady as it unlocked the door. As he opened the door, peering out, hoping Michael didn't happen along, he got a wicked idea and stopped in the doorway, turning to Lynn. He closed the door enough so that his voice wouldn't carry into the hall.

"Um....by the way, Lynn, I noticed you did your share of moaning and squirming, too. I know you enjoyed my, um....services.....very much. Are you by any chance turned on......if you don't mind my asking?"

"Now, now, Tom.....no strings, remember?.....You're my foot guy. No other services required, right?"

He laughed, "Oh, I'm not looking for any, Lynn. I said I'd just do your feet for you, and I'll stand by my word. But, I do have a reason for asking. In fact, by doing this, I'll be proving just how okay I am with you and Michael being an item."

Curious now, Lynn answered his question, "All right, then, Tom. Yes, I am very turned on right now. And thanks to you I'm going to be horny and frustrated all day, until I can see Michael again tonight."

"Well, that's kind of my point here, Lynn," Tom laughed wickedly, "why wait until tonight? I'm sure your honey wouldn't mind a visit in his own office......say, for a little hanky-panky?"

"Tom, you're terrible! Get out of here, right now!" she said, picking up one of her high heels and tossing it in the general direction of the door.

Tom laughed heartily and left, closing the door gently behind him...pausing only briefly to wink back at her.

Lynn sat for several minutes, her mind trying to regain control, her body still flush from Tom's amazing attention to her foot, her crotch hot and wet. She kept seeing over and over again her toes moving in and out of Tom's mouth. She could still feel the warmth of it, the slick wetness of his tongue darting between her appreciative toes. She squeezed her legs together, trying to keep the itch from growing. It didn't help in the slightest. Her mind kept replaying the events of the last forty-five minutes or so, and she squirmed with each crystal clear memory. She knew damn well she wasn't going to get a bit of work done today. Her mind was mush....awash in erotic desires that had now moved from her toes elsewhere.

What the hell, she thought. She picked up the phone and dialed a now familiar four-digit extension.

"Hi, Michael.....are you busy? No? Oh...but that's not for an hour, you say?" She grinned, "Good... um...listen, I'm gonna stop by your office for a minute. There's something I'd like to.....um....show you. Something I need you to do for me. That okay? Great. I'll be right there. Don't go anywhere! Bye."

In a blur of motion, Lynn's one hand was fumbling to hang up the phone while her other hand was hurriedly putting one shoe back on. Remembering that she'd tossed her other shoe at Tom, she hopped over to the door and picked it up, quickly shoving it on her other foot. She tried to calm herself, but she was too horny to think of anything but seeing Michael. All right, Tom, she thought, one point for you for giving me this idea. Still fumbling and fidgeting, her eyes darted around the room, taking quick inventory of all the work she'd have to rush to finish when she got back. She sighed....thinking maybe this wasn't a good idea. But, when she noticed she was still clenching her thighs together, she flung open the door, almost punching a hole in the wall from slamming the doorknob into it.


"Michael, you better be up for this, my love." she muttered under her breath, and darted down the hallway at greater than warp speed......

For the second time that day, Lynn almost destroyed an unsuspecting wall by slamming a doorknob into it. Reaching Michael's office in record time, she was beside herself with lust when she attacked that poor, defenseless door. The ultra-loud meeting of door and wall startled the unprepared Michael, and he jumped, whirling about to see what caused the noise, spilling a fresh cup of coffee in the process.

Lynn rushed up to him, not even noticing his obvious surprise. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth. She worked her mouth into his, pressing forcefully, until he opened his mouth and let her tongue inside - more out of self-preservation than anything else. She kissed him hungrily for several minutes, her arms around his neck holding him so tight he could barely move or even breathe.

When she finally set free his hostage lips, he was reeling.

"Wow...Jesus, Lynn....what was that all about?! Not that I'm complaining, mind you....but....mmmffff!!!" He never got to finish the sentence because Lynn's lips had once again advanced upon his own. Her lips and teeth captured his lower lip and held it firm. She sucked on that sweet lip, moving her mouth all along its length, sucking and nibbling as she went, only barely able to keep her tongue from licking Michael's startled face.




The Toes That Bind



She was pressing her body against his hard enough to fuse them together, and her constant grinding against him was all that kept that from happening. Her crotch pushed against his and her hips kept that pressure on. By now she had managed to push her tongue once again into his mouth, and she sighed as it explored that moist cavern....and his tongue now happily returned the favor.

When Lynn eventually pulled her face back from Michael's, her eyes darted all about as she examined his eyes, looking for the same lust she felt. It was there, deep inside, but being restrained....and at this point, she was determined not to allow him the luxury of restraint when she herself had lost it.

"Lynn, honey," he chuckled, face flushed with excitement, "what's going on? I don't get it. I thought...."

"Oh, Michael," she groaned, "just shut up, will you, please? And get those delicious lips back over here."

She again grabbed his head, her mouth open as if to suck him entirely into herself. This time he resisted much less. His mouth opened to greet hers, and they kissed passionately, tongues and lips an erotic blur of feverish activity. His eyes, however, looked past her at the still vibrating door.

At length, Lynn again released him, but only long enough to stride quickly back to that door, where a single fluid motion seamlessly closed and locked it. Even in her heated condition, Lynn couldn't help but smile as she thought of all the times her own office door had been locked, and of the pleasures that followed. She turned and looked at Michael, an intensely wicked grin curling her ravenous lips. Her eyebrows formed an evil V shape above her glinting eyes, and she looked for all the world to be a grinning, salacious Grinch. Michael's already tingling manhood throbbed and inflated at the mere sight of her.

"Oh, my.." he chuckled, his plight finally dawning on him, "I see now what you want me to do for you. But," he hesitated, "here? I mean, at work? We've got so much to do. What if..?"

The words stopped, his every thought arrested by the sight of Lynn's catlike prowl as she slowly advanced upon him...as if seeking prey. Her stalking advance took the breath out of him, and the crotch of his pants suddenly felt overwhelmingly binding. The tightness increased when Lynn's tongue licked her lips as her eyes roamed from his mouth to his shoulders to his chest and downward....where they spotted her intended prey.

With a final lick of her lips, the stealthy hunt came to an end. 

"Oh, look," she purred, "you've spilled coffee on your nice, clean shirt. Here, honey, let me take care of that for you." She tried to be slow and seductive, but the heat between her legs was making her fingers work feverishly and spastically at the buttons. All the while her fingers stumbled from button to button, her mouth assaulted his.

By this time, Michael's hands had moved around Lynn's body and were firmly reacquainting themselves with her bottom. Just as he was squeezing both of her cheeks with conviction, she had completed the unbuttoning process and was ripping his shirt out of his pants. Both were by now panting and mauling each others mouths. Lynn literally ripped Michael's shirt down and off his arms, her lips only briefly leaving his throughout the entire procedure. All thought of workplace and daily duties had flown out the window...and if Lynn had tossed Michael's shirt with any more energy, it would have followed.

Lips locked, lungs gasping for air, the two fumbled at each others clothing. As hands clawed at zippers and clasps and still more buttons, Lynn slowly but relentlessly pushed Michael backwards, neither of them caring where that backward advance might lead. Wherever Michael's back met resistance was where the sex would happily take place.

As it turned out, Michael's thighs hit his office chair first. The advance continued, pushing the chair backward now also, until it met a filing cabinet, rolled sideways and became lodged in a corner between the file cabinet and the wall. And since the volcanically aroused couple continued to stumble along their heated path, it was inevitable that they would somewhere take a tumble.

Michael lost his balance and flailed backward. Lynn, still exploring his mouth with her tongue, fell with him. The fused couple landed in the trapped chair. The kissing and groping never missed a beat. Lynn was now only wearing her panties, and her bra was dangling from one shoulder. Michael's pants were down around his ankles, his shoes keeping them from being set free. Lynn had already worked his briefs down below his buttocks and his cheeks sighed relief as they came to rest in the chair - Lynn liked Michael's firm behind and her hands had been giving it a thorough kneading and groping.

Lynn sat on the ends of Michael's thighs, just above his knees, while his calves tried vainly to dislodge the pants that were still confounded by the shoes. One of Michael's hands got lucky and managed to grab her dangling bra, flinging it to some unknown destination. That same hand immediately found the former occupant of that bra, fondling and squeezing the soft flesh and taut nipple. Lynn moaned into Michael's mouth.

No longer having to worry about stumbling about the office, the two got down to the business at hand. Both of Michael's hands now squeezed and explored Lynn's breasts. Their tongues danced together in a waltz of lust. Lynn's hands were playing on Michael's chest until one of them got the idea to probe lower. It was just as her fingers touched the furry base of his penis that she felt thumbs and forefingers gently squeezing her nipples. The electric charge caused by the nipple-squeezing made her own fingers jerk and grab Michael's thick, throbbing manhood. They moaned into each others mouths now.

"Oh, Michael.......God, you feel so good," Lynn panted.

"You too, baby.....you are so, sooooo sexy."

She started stroking his shaft, slowly from the base to the head. His hands left her breasts and slipped themselves into her panties, pushing them down off the cheeks he rubbed and squeezed. To replace the missing stimulation on her nipples, Lynn sat up enough to push one of those nipples into Michael's hungry mouth. He sucked it voraciously, licking the tip of her aroused nipple as he did.

Lynn's stroking was slightly increasing in tempo, and she squeezed him harder. His long, thick muscle responded with more intense throbbing, and a tiny glistening drop at the head. Michael pulled Lynn tighter against himself, still sucking first one, then the other breast. With her close to him, he was able to slip her panties down to mid thigh, and then slide one hand between her legs. She was dripping with desire. As his fingers probed in the pink folds of her steaming sex, he looked up and could see her moaning at the ceiling... eyes shut....mouth open....tongue moving about in her mouth as if needing something to lick.

"Oh, God, Michael.....I can't take it anymore!"

She let him go on sucking her nipples, but she pulled her aching pussy away from his prying fingers. She needed something larger inside her now. Holding his throbbing cock in her hand, she moved herself forward and pushed the swollen head against her dripping slit. Michael, enjoying her succulent breasts, was only barely aware of what was about to happen. 

Lynn took one last look at the purplish, engorged head before she greedily impaled herself on it, thrusting herself down hard, burying Michael deep inside her. Again they both moaned, and Michael nipped Lynn's nipple with his teeth. That tiny nip seemed to excite Lynn even more, if such a thing could be possible.

Up and down Lynn rode his manhood. Michael had difficulty keeping his mouth on her breasts, catching them whenever he could during her upward and downward jaunt. Where they had before been biting each others lips, each of them now bit their own lips to avoid screaming or crying out.

Michael huffed and groaned slightly with each pounding on his lap, still valiantly trying to capture bouncing breasts between lips and teeth. It was a while before he realized his hands were now free and could capture those glorious globes for his hungry mouth. As soon as the realization came to him, his hands did just that. Lynn, back arched and glazed eyes staring unseeingly at the ceiling, was humping him furiously, bouncing and slamming onto his lap like a continually pounding piston of an unstoppable engine.

Michael had never seen Lynn so erotically charged...so insistently sexual....so.....horny. Sex between them had always been excellent, but she was never like this before. She was like an animal...lustful...carnal...even delightfully predatory in her need for sexual release. As much as he loved her, and as many times as they'd made love, he'd never seen her even remotely like this before.....and he sure wasn't going to complain about it.

Lynn continued to assault his love muscle with her dripping sex. Her hair was flying about with each up and down cycle, and that sight in itself was arousing for Michael. Lost in passion, he was now nipping frequently at her nipples, sucking them hard, almost chewing them. Either Lynn didn't notice, or she enjoyed it.

After a deliciously long time of riding Michael's erection, Lynn's rhythm suddenly became much faster. She was panting so hard and fast that Michael thought she might pass out. But that was far from the case. She looked down at Michael and put her hands on his shoulders. The look in her eyes was feral, hotly intense. She licked her lips and snarled down at him, "Suck them hard, Michael....very, very hard! That'll put me over the edge! Now, Michael....SUCK!"

Suck he did. As hard as he could, taking her breast forcefully into his mouth, teeth chewing as he sucked. Lynn's head again flew backward, her back arched at almost an impossible angle, and she fought with all her strength not to scream.

"Oh, God, Michael...I'm going to come! It's so close.......suck it, Michael....bite it!"

He complied. He sucked one nipple extremely hard, squeezing and pinching her other nipple with his hand. She pounded on his shaft so hard and fast that he thought a time or two that she might actually slip off of it. But thankfully it never happened.

Suddenly, Lynn growled from somewhere deep inside herself, and that growl rose, increasing in volume rapidly. Michael himself was about to explode, but had the presence of mind to thrust his nipple-pinching hand up to Lynn's mouth. She was no longer bothering to keep herself from screaming, and if he hadn't covered her mouth, the ensuing scream would have been heard clearly up and down the entire length of the hallway outside.

Seeing her like this was driving Michael insane. As Lynn screamed into his hand, he could feel her orgasm around his penis. With her spasming pussy sucking on his primed cock, Michael felt lightheaded. As his head lolled back he bit his lip hard to keep himself quiet, still keeping his hand firmly over Lynn's mouth. He felt chills along his entire spine and knew his own release was imminent.

Somehow, Lynn had managed to get two of Michael's fingers into her mouth. She sucked and licked them throughout the remainder of her orgasm, often biting them....and hard.

Just as he came, Michael, too, lost control, and began to scream. It was Lynn's turn to slap a hand over his mouth. He bucked his hips as best he could in the chair, matching Lynn's orgasmic rhythm. As Lynn's climax slowly began to subside, Michael's was on the increase. The warm spurts filling her, however, brought her orgasm to a new pinnacle....and they orgasmed together, hips thrusting relentlessly, screaming and moaning into each others hands, mouths still keeping busy on bitten fingers.

At length, they stopped bucking, but not until both were thoroughly exhausted and drained. Lynn slumped onto the sweat-drenched Michael. They lay still for a while, gasping for air, fondling, nuzzling, kissing. Their chests stuck together wetly, and they could feel the pounding of each other's hearts. At first, neither of them could speak. Gasping for air was the primary task of their still straining lungs. 

"My God," Michael spoke first, "what the hell was that all about? I've never seen you so horny before, Lynn."

Lynn could only smile down at him, kissing him softly on the cheek.

"C'mon, Lynn," he persisted, "what brought that on? I've kissed your feet many times, rubbed them really nice for you, but you never went that crazy before. What happened today that was so different? Jesus, you were like an animal! Don't get me wrong..I loved it. But, what brought it all on?" Even now, he still gasped for air.

Lynn got up off his lap, pulling up her panties, watching the wet stain grow on them. When she backed up, she almost tripped over her bra and one of her shoes. She looked down at Michael. She obviously couldn't tell him about Tom's masterful sucking of her toes earlier, and his suggestion that she attack Michael in his office. No, that wouldn't do at all. 

She thought about it. Michael's eyes kept probing. She had to come up with something. In the end, she decided to stall. 

"Michael, between you in my office this morning and me in your office now, we've spent a lot of time doing.... um....extracurricular, non-workplace type activities. We both have a lot of work to do, and I for one am now way behind in it. Could we talk about this tonight, when I come over to your place?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. You're right. Geez....I'm backed up, too, now. Okay, great. But I really want to know how you turned into such an animal overnight. I'll bet that's gonna be one wild story, huh?" He winked at her. 

"Yeah," she smiled weakly, "one wild story." Now, she thought, if I can only think of one.

Then Michael realized something. "Hey..wait..I thought I was coming over your place tonight?"

"Oh, well.." she sighed..her brain still trying to recover, "I'd rather come over your place, if that's okay."

"Um...sure..but why the change?"

Lynn wasn't sure...but somewhere in the back of her mind she thought it was a stalling tactic.. like the drive over to his place would somehow enhance her ability to come up with a believable story. Fat chance...but she had to give it a try.

They both dressed, searching the office for missing articles of clothing, wincing as those articles slid over uncomfortably wet areas. Lynn kissed Michael again, sensually, but, for the moment, devoid of passion.

"I really have to go," she said, then winked at him, "thanks for helping me out, there, stud."

"Oh, you're very welcome...any time. Knight in shining armor, remember? Always here to help."

"Yes, you are." She kissed him again, this time with passion.

"See you later, my sexy little knight."

"You bet....and bring your friend."

Lynn whirled sharply, her face ashen. "What? What friend? What are you talking about?" she stammered.

Michael laughed...."The friend who was just here," he replied, grinning from ear to ear, "the cat lady who just knocked my socks off."

"Oh," Lynn sighed, breathing easier,"you bet. From now on, she goes wherever I go."

"Oh, yeah?......Extremely cool," Michael smiled.

As she left his office, Michael sighed, thinking of what was to come. Lynn, too, sighed, wondering just how she was going to explain her sudden animalistic, lustful behavior to the man she loved. 

When Lynn got back to her office, she was both relaxed and anxious. She was relaxed because of her wonderfully fulfilling sex with Michael. She was anxious because she'd told him she was going to make some momentous revelation about why she all of a sudden became an insatiable sex kitten right here at the office.

Exasperated and yet thoroughly sexually satisfied, she slumped in her chair. She blew a wayward strand of hair away from her right eye and sat at the desk with her arm on the blotter and her chin in her hand. She sighed, smiled, licked her lips with satisfaction....and yet fidgeted, too.

When the phone jangled, she nearly jumped out of her skin. As she reached for the handset, she glanced about her desk, noticing the piles of work screaming for her attention.

"Hey, sweet feet, how'd it go?" came Tom's chuckling voice.

"How'd what go?" Lynn asked, groaning inwardly at the work that awaited her.

"Well, I have to confess..I peeked again. Well, actually, I was just on the way out my door at the right time, I guess. I saw you barreling down the hallway at warp speed right after our little....uh....foot play...and I just assumed you took my advice and attacked old Mikey-boy. Am I right? Did you?"

"Well, Tom, that's none of your business, is it? You're strictly my foot man, remember? That was our agreement, was it not?" She again blew the stubborn curl out of her face.

"Whoa....chill, Lynn. I apologize...really. I was just curious. No harm, no foul."

Lynn realized she was on the offensive, primarily because she was mulling over her next step with Michael and her upcoming revelation, and she backed off a bit.

"No, I'm sorry, Tom. I'm just a little on edge," she sighed, "and, if you really must know, I did just get back from attacking my hot little honey."

"Great...um....I think. I don't get it. If you just jumped Mikey, why are you on edge? Doesn't that sorta thing usually take the edge off?"

"Oh, well, now, normally it would.....and it did....sort of, but somehow it came out that I was a bit hornier than usual. I mean, I didn't just jump the guy, I nearly forced him to have sex with me. It's like I was a pure harlot. I literally stalked and attacked him! I can't remember the last time I needed sex so bad! I think if he had refused me I'd have tied him down with whatever I could find in his office and jumped him that way!"

"Wow," Tom laughed, "you have any idea how many times I've dreamed of women like that?"

"It's not funny, Tom. Now he's wondering what made me so horny. He's expecting me to reveal some hot secret tonight when we get together at his place. And stupid me, I said I'd tell him!"

"Well, that's easy, Lynn," he laughed again, "just tell him I sucked your toes till you went crazy!"

"Tom, it's not funny. I'm serious. I've got to come up with something....something he'll believe and that won't jeopardize our relationship. He's expecting me to be horny like that all the time now...like something new has happened in our relationship.....like he turns me on more now, or something. And I can't think of anything to tell him."

"Well, geez, Lynn, just tell him he does turn you on more now. That's all. Just say you love him more than ever and you can't get enough of him. Any man would love to hear that from his lady."

"Okay, let's say I tell him that. Then suppose we go to bed together and I'm not that same sex-maniac he was attacked by in his office. Then what?"

"I see your dilemma. Well, what was it that got you that hot? Was it my toe-sucking prowess?" Lynn could feel Tom's wicked grin even through the phone.

"Oooh, aren't you the smug one," she said, then regretted having to admit, "but, yes, what you did to my feet drove me nuts. After you left, I couldn't sit still, couldn't concentrate on anything, couldn't even think straight. I had to have some kind of release or I knew I wouldn't get anything done all day. And look what happened anyway. I humped my guy and now I've got this to worry about! You know, Tom.......this is all your fault!!!"

"Oh, wow, Lynn," Tom actually sounded sincere, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to complicate things for you. In fact, by agreeing to just be your personal footsie fella I thought I'd keep things from getting complicated. I really am sorry. Now I feel bad. I wish there was some way I could help."

Lynn pondered for a minute, both of them silently breathing into their handsets. Then and idea came to her. It was a deliciously perverse idea...an idea inspired partly by desperation and partly by today's actual events.




The Toga Party



It was my second year at Western University and my first year living off campus. Freshmen were required to live in dorms for their first year and could move off campus after that. 

It was no really a sorority house, just a rented house shared by half-a-dozen female students. The twelve hundred a month rent was split six ways.

It was a big old house walking distance from the university. We each shared a bedroom with another girl. My roommate was a pretty blonde girl from my hometown.

Lisa was very likable. Like me she had a steady boyfriend who was attending another university and only got to see him about once a month. In the meantime we were friendly with the guys at our school.

With six girls in the house there was always guys hanging around. The girls' boyfriends would hang out and bring their buddies along. We didn't mind as they kept the beer fridge stocked.

It was coming up to Christmas when Judy suggested we have a party. Most of the girls were in favor so I went along with it even though my boyfriend wouldn't be able to attend.

It was to be on a Saturday night and limited to six guys. Each roomy was allowed to invite one boy of her choice. For lack of a better choice I invited Theo Leftries.

Theo is a nice enough guy, always laughing and joking around. I thought he would be a fun date.

I was not physically attracted to Theo. He wasn't a bad looking guy, just not my type. It was not like I was going to get intimate with him and he would just be company.

As the day of the party approached Candice suggested we make it a toga party. At a toga party all the partygoers would wear would be white bed sheets draped around their naked bodies. I knew this would be inviting disaster but the majority was in favor. 

By nine o'clock Saturday night the place was rocking. All together ten guys showed up, some of the guys had brought along buddies. Right away we girls were outnumbered.

Since three of the girls had their steadies there they were pretty well off-limits to the other guys. That left us unattached girls outnumbered two to one.

The beer poured like water and everyone was having fun dancing like fools. As the evening progressed people started to get careless with their "togas". Before long boobs and cocks were slipping out everywhere. 

I was starting to feel giddy and I was soon guilty of flashing my bare 36C's to the fellows. Suddenly I became very popular and everyone wanted to be my partner. I was dancing a slow number with Theo when his hand slipped under my toga. Boldly he started caressing my bare ass cheeks and his hand moved around to explore my snatch.

"You bad boy!" I jokingly scolded him as his fingers slid into me.

I noticed Lisa was struggling with a couple of guys on the coach. One guy had her tit out and was sucking on it while the other was trying to get her toga completely off.

I just laughed enjoying getting finger-fucked.

The three roommates with boyfriends there had adjourned to the bedrooms leaving us to handle the randy single guys.

Candice was already busy fucking a guy while sucking another's cock while Lisa was fighting off her attackers. 

I felt someone's arms close around me and scoop my breasts out of my toga. Theo continued finger-fucking me while the other boy fondled my tits. I yielded knowing they were about to use me.

Lisa was loosing her battle. I could see one guy had filled her mouth with cock while two more held her legs open and were looking at her wide-open pussy. 

I was interrupted by Theo's cockhead pressing against my now wet pussy lips.

"No, I can't!" I begin to protest as he entered me.

Theo reached down and grabbed my thighs lifting me onto his cock. My legs wrapped around his hips as I begin to bounce up and down with him in me. What was I doing? I was fucking him and enjoying it!

I felt something prodding my now bare and open ass? It was a cockhead! It was the first time I had the attention of two cocks at the same time. I closed my eyes as I was sodomized.

Lisa had submitted to her attackers. A guy was between her legs humping her like crazy while she continued sucking the first guy's cock.

If our boyfriends had walked in now they would have been horrified. Their beloved sweethearts were just two sluts looking after five horny strangers.

I couldn't withhold a guttural moan as the two cocks worked my passages. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, two rock-hard cocks sliding in and out of me. 

"Oh yes!" I whimpered.

I couldn't control myself; the two cocks in me were awakening an orgasm. 

I looked over and saw Lisa's hips thrashing, she was surrendering to the three hard cocks that wanted her. Candice had traded cocks from her mouth to pussy.

I came down hard on Theo's cock driving him up into my cervix. I gave him a sloppy French kiss as the cock in my ass reached new depths. I was so horny and ready to explode.

I had not realized what a whore I was until I became a piece of meat to be fucked. No longer did I care what anybody thought, I just wanted to cum.

"Oh fuck, here I go!" I thought as I felt the orgasm stirring around the head of Theo's cock. The cock slamming my asshole only fuels the explosion within me. It was truly the most intense orgasm of my life.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I cry as I feel the warm cum flooding both my holes.

My body trembles and then goes limp on the two cocks impaling me. My pussy released my juices over Theo's cock.

Theo lay me down on the floor exhausted. Both guys drained the remainder of their cum into my mouth. I could taste my own musk as the crud slid down my throat.

I was not done yet, it was just time to change partners!

It was the guy whose cock Lisa had been sucking that took me next. His cock easily slid into my sloppy cunt while the other two finished draining into my mouth. My legs wrapped around his hips as I pulled him into me.

I was like a primed pump. I wanted cock and I needed cock. My pussy gyrated as the strange cock filled me.

Theo and the guy who had used my ass for a cumbucket diverted their attention to Lisa and Candice. Lisa was no longer resisting as her hips moved in rhythm with the guy fucking her. Candice was doing her best to satisfy as many cocks as she could.

I was amazed as I felt the beginning of yet another orgasm stirring in my pussy. My boyfriend had never fucked me twice in succession. I decided to go for it.

"Mmmmm, fuck me." I moaned to my unknown partner.

He needed no encouragement, after having his cock in Lisa's mouth he was ready for my cunt.

It was a sweet fuck, long deep strokes squishing into my drenched pussy. I contracted my pelvic muscles gripping his moving cock like a rubber glove. My fuck tunnel was being pulled almost inside out by his thick shaft.

My orgasm hit me like an avalanche; I was thrown into an uncontrollable series of body spasms and tremors. Unbelievable passion erupted from the pit of my womanhood causing me to scream my ecstasy for the entire room to hear.

"Oh my God!!!" I cried as I come.

The fucking continued until all seven of the guys had an opportunity to come in me. Seven cocks ejaculated into my mouth and pussy and a couple into my ass.

Lisa had also been violated by all their cocks and did enjoy a few orgasms in the process.

After our "guest" had left Lisa and I made a pact that our boyfriends must never know about our indiscretions.



The Toga Party



The following is a true story and although some of the details may be a little different than what really happened (my memory is not perfect), on the whole, the story is true and I have written it to be as close to what really happened as possible. Also, all parties indicated in the story were at least 18 at the time of the events.

*

Jane and Jerry are two of my best friends. We had met back in ninth grade when we all sat together in high school biology. Jane is a tiny, yet tomboyish girl that always has a prank up her sleeve, and a playful disposition. Think of a smaller sized "Itchy" from Fried Green Tomatoes with dark brown hair, and you have Jane. 

Jerry also has dark brown hair, with an average build, blue eyes, and a smile that is completely contagious. He's always smiling and makes these funny faces and expressions while he talks. He's not what I would call the most attractive man on the planet, but he makes up for all that is lacking in looks by his wonderful personality.

I, on the other hand, am quite different from these two hooligans. Although I do smile more than I probably should when I am with them, I am normally more reserved and introverted. I have long, straight, brownish blond hair and like Jane, a very tiny body. However, unlike Jane, the good lord didn't bless me with large breasts, but oh well, I have always done well enough with what I have.

Jane, on the other hand, was blessed in that department or at least more blessed than I. Although she does her best to hide it, I happen to know she has a "C" cup bra, and she does fill it abundantly.

It was the end of summer a few years ago. Jane and Jerry stopped over after I got home from work and they wanted to know if I would be interested in going to a toga party they had been invited to. 

"Who's house is it?" Jerry said it was at Jordan's house and that he was going to have a lot of people there. 

"Where will it be?" 

"Jordan's back yard. He lives on a farm out in the outer part of the county"

Then came the question that I really was bothered by: "Uhhhh....What are you supposed to wear under the sheet?" They both laughed at me and smiled while they looked at one another. 

Jerry blurted out "Guess I win Jane, that was only 3 questions" as Jane punched him in the arm and said:

"Shut up Jerry! I swear I should just beat your ass some day." Jerry just giggled and took the playful pokes in stride. Jane had bet that I wouldn't ask that question for at least 2 more questions.

Laughing at these two goofs, I asked: "Well, what did you loose Jane?" 

"Not my virginity, that's for sure!" 

I could see they were both in a playful mood tonight and all I could really do was watch the two of them jab at one another while I patiently waited for the answer to my question.

Eventually, Jane did come back to the point and said with an unabashed grin, "I'm only wearing my panties and bra."

Apparently, Jerry didn't already know this as he looked over to Jane with a sheepish grin and said in surprise "really? Well, you naughty girl" as we both laughed at her.

"What's so funny? That's what you are supposed to wear...aren't you?"

Jerry said, "Well, I was going to go in only my boxers, but, I didn't expect you to do the same. More power to you and I think you will have more fun this way."

Then Jane said: "Well, if you're only wearing underwear, that's all I'm wearing."

Oh lovely. I mean, I sort of expected this from Jane. She's pretty bold about stuff like this, but that isn't me at all. 

Well, I didn't have much time to think about it. Without notice, Jane stood up and said, "I'll go get my stuff. Give me your key's Jerry. I'll get yours too." He threw his keys to her and she was out the door headed to his car. Before I could say anything, Jerry told me to go get dressed and pushed me into my bedroom and closed the door. I heard him say through the door:

"When you have on what you plan on wearing, come on out and we'll help you make your toga."

Yikes! Not only was I going to have to wear next to nothing under this sheet, now I was going to have to parade around in front of them both in my next to nothingness while they built the toga around me. The things I seem to get myself into. Not being the type to panic, I finally caught my breath and said to myself: "Oh well, at least they had to endure the same." I had never even been swimming with the two of them so this would be a first exposure for all of us.

I started rummaging through my drawers and being that it was nearly laundry day, my choice of underwear was pretty small. I had a couple of thong, satiny panties and a white pair of lacy panties that were a little see through. I didn't really like it, but I chose the white lacy panties. At the time, it seemed the lesser of evils since I figured my other panties would show through the sheet. One of the thongs was bright red and the other was a fluorescent purple and I figured that in a crowd of people, I didn't want everyone staring at my panties if it showed through the sheet. I put on the white panties and the matching bra and didn't even get a chance to think about it before they started banging on my door. Oh shoot! Here goes.

I walked out of the room and saw that both were in their underwear with big white sheets draped over their arms. They watched me walk through the hall toward the living room and they both raised their eyebrows, looked at one another and laughed. I knew I was going to get this from them.

Eventually, Jane looked me up and down and said: "Jennifer...Ahhh...." and she didn't say it. She just proceeded to start on the sheet and said "Well, let's see what we can do" as both started to wrap and cover me with the sheet. Within minutes, I was covered from shoulder to toe in sheet, and for the most part, nothing critical was visible.

Jane was next. She was wearing a grey cotton thong and matching bra. There wasn't anything overly sexy about her panties and bra, but I had to admit, I just loved her body and felt a little self-conscious as I frequently stole a look at her as we worked. Her ankles were so dainty and tummy so flat and boobs that bulged out from her bra. She was truly a beautiful girl and I would have died to have her boobs.

As we worked, I noticed that Jane wasn't one for shaving her private parts. Dark brown pubic hair poked out from around her panties over the top, down the sides and since she was wearing a thong, I could see that it was even coming out from around her backside. It wasn't anything that was extreme or anything, but it did sort of add to the erotic air in the room and I noticed that Jerry couldn't keep his eyes off of it. I caught his eyes once as he was looking at her crotch. He started to blush, and smile as he knew he had been caught, but rather than expose him I just rolled my eyes, looked away, and let him go on with his ogling as we worked.

Jerry was next. His boxers were kind of cute, but sort of had a small problem. They were satiny and had Snoopy printed on them (very cute), but they had a slit up the middle that was not much for holding things in and the view he got of Jane seemed to cause excess bulging under the loose fabric. Once, as Jane went to pin the sheet along his side, she looked up and his penis popped out as she was eye level with it. He of course quickly put his hands over it and re-adjusted, but not before she got a nice view of it.

She laughed, and said "Damn Jerry, is that thing that hard to control all the time." He just blushed and said: "Well, maybe" to which we all just burst out laughing and cutting up. I didn't get to see it the first time she blurted this out, but he must have fallen out another half dozen times before we were finished to which I did catch a few glimpses.

I had never really considered Jerry in a sexual way, but what was I to do. I'm a little shy at times, but I like to look in those places too, even if it is just for a few quick seconds. The purple head, and flesh color sides and the bulging purple vein along the side, emhmmm, I had to admit it was nice. 

I wasn't alone either. Jane was making fun of him, but I caught her looking at him a few times too. Once, she smiled at me, held her finger up to her lips asking me to be quiet, then proceeded to pull on the side of his boxers and giggled as his penis popped out again, then to add to things, she grabbed hold of it and yelled "Damn Jerry, can't you control this thing?" as she stroked it a few times before he could pull away and put it back.

God the erotic energy in the room was electric. I had never been in this type of mood with these two, but right now, I think we were all pretty turned on by the whole situation. It was quite a start to our evening, but finally, we were ready. All of us had our togas fixed and we were off to the party. 

As we drove up, we could see there were about 50 people there with white sheets in various states of wrap. Some had created works of art with decorations in their hair and, special ties that created the perfect Greek look but most others barely pulled the sheets over their shoulders and wrapped around their bodies. 

We walked up to the house as we heard the loud pounding of music. We went around the back where it seemed most of the people were congregating and the music seemed the loudest. Jerry saw the beer keg and slowly guided us toward it through the throng of people. As we slowly moved I could see that everyone was looking around at everyone else and I could see that people weren't being shy at all of looking people up and down. It was as if the togas gave them a license to look in places in ways they never would have done so obviously before.

Jerry grabbed some cups and poured us each a beer. He then raised his cup to both of us and toasted, "to the Greeks" as we all giggled and took a sip.

For a while, the party was a little drab and not much was happening but then the football players showed up. Now I'm not one for jocks or anything, but for parties, they do bring a little life and this was no exception. The music was blaring and they started these party dances and yelling at the top of their lungs. They seemed to have so much fun and their enthusiasm was so catchy that most of the people around us got into the dancing too. We couldn't help it either as we all looked at one another and said, Oh well, let's go have fun and went out to dance with the crowd.

We had a blast as we danced around and yelled. Of course most of the dances involved doing things that periodically exposed what was under our togas, but heck, we were having so much fun, that I really didn't think about it much. At least I didn't think much of it till I saw one of the football players had nothing on under his toga. 

We were doing this move where we shook our butt side to side as we squatted our way down till we ended up on our backs and kicked our heals up then got back on our feet to continue dancing. When I got up from the maneuver, I looked up and saw this thin guy with a blondish brown hairy area between his legs and his soft, white penis flopping around. I was stunned. I didn't expect to see that. I mean, through these dances, I had seen this pair of underwear here and there, but I didn't expect to see nudity.

I must have had that "deer in the headlights" look on my face, because just as he looked up, he saw me looking, then as I looked up and he caught me. He knew what I was looking at and he just laughed, pushed the toga back into place and kept dancing.

I felt so stupid. I had been caught ogling this guy and all I could do was blush and look away. Jane was right there behind me and I grabbed her arm, pulled her aside, and told her what just happened. She just laughed and said, "I know, I saw him too. He's not the only one though. There are a half dozen people here wearing the same."

"What? Are you kidding? Who?" She said, "don't point or ogle or anything, but that guy over there behind your shoulder with the tie on his head, that dark haired heavy set girl over your other shoulder, and the guy just over to your right with the blond hair. I haven't been able to confirm it yet, but I also think all of the girls over in the corner dancing are in the same condition."

I started looking around at the people she had pointed out, and sure enough, the heavy set dark haired girl was on her back kicking her heals up showing all she had to the world and I confirmed a few of the others she pointed out.

I turned back around at Jane and said: "Well, heck, this is some party I guess" as we both took our beers and took a quick swig, grinned and blushed.

Next thing I knew, someone patted me on the shoulder. I turned around, and didn't know what to say. It was the football guy without the underpants looking me straight into the eyes as he grabbed my hand, mumbled something that I thought was his name and said hi. 

The music had just changed to a slow dance type song and the dance floor was filling with swaying couples. He leaned over into my ear and asked if I would like to dance and before I could say anything, he gently pulled on my hand and tugged me out onto the dance area as I looked back at Jane in a panic and she looked back with wide eyes laughing at me.

We stopped in the middle of the dancing people and I felt him put his hand low on my back and hold my one hand close to his chest with his other. He smelled nice and he had a great smile.

"Where you from?" I said I was from Florence and he said he was from Alexandria. He asked where I went to school, and we exchanged all the basic questions strangers ask one another. He seemed very nice and I liked the way he talked to me. Despite the fact that he was dancing with me with only a sheet to cover himself and I was basically in my underwear, there wasn't even a hint of sexual innuendo about him. 

Although it was a little dark, with the only light coming from little Chinese paper lights hanging along the area we stood, I could see that he was attractive. He had bright blue eyes, and wavy brownish blond hair. He was a thin guy, but I could see that he lifted weights. His shoulders were a little enlarged and I could see the tight muscles of his neck as we danced.

He asked me: "So, are you seeing anyone now?" I laughed a little and said "well, I don't think I would be out at a party in only a sheet and my underwear dancing with a ..." and I didn't finish. I think he knew where I was going and we just laughed. I said "I assume you also aren't seeing anyone, and he turned the tables on me and said, "well, I don't think I would be out at a party in nothing but a sheet dancing with a..." and he didn't finish either as he giggled, lifted his eyebrows at me and smiled. He was being playful and I liked the way he giggled. Come to think of it, I really liked him.

After a while, he moved a little closer and I could feel his chest against me and his cheek against my ear. He adjusted his hand to the inside of my toga to the small of my back and I felt his finger just barely brush the top of my panty. His toga didn't have much of a back to it and I also had my hand on his bare skinned back. As we moved closer, I could just feel the curve of his back as it narrowed down to the crack of his butt and the little soft hairs that tickled my fingers as we danced. 

Although the sheets were between us, I could, every once in a while, feel the nakedness of his thigh against mine. And yes, I could also feel his penis poking out toward the side of my tummy through our sheets. He pulled back slowly as I felt his breath on my ear, then my neck, then slowly he looked me in the eyes and kissed me. It was very soft and moist at first, and I reciprocated by kissing him back and added a little tongue to the mix. He was slow and gentle, but it wasn't long till we were kissing passionately and I could feel his hands slowly caressing my back and I caressed his. I even ran my hand down onto his butt and gently squeezed as I heard him moan and he did the same to me.

I always loved slow dancing, but this was too much. I mean the whole evening was playing with my senses, but I was now over the top. This went on for 3 or 4 songs till I just couldn't take it any more. I pulled away from him, put my finger over his lips before he could ask what was wrong. I grabbed his hand, and tugged him off the dance area toward the wilderness.

He did not say anything as we walked along with our flip-flops clicking in the night. He just followed me as we moved away from the crowd and toward a group of trees away from the people. 

Once I was comfortable that we were far enough away and had some privacy, I pulled him behind a tree, and pushed him down on the ground. I instantly got down in my knees, pushed his sheets out of my way, took my hand, put it on his penis and took my other hand and reached under to grab his sack. He moaned appreciatively, then I told him: "We are not going to have sex tonight. We are going to do a lot of playing, but I don't want you to try to put this in me. Do you understand?" He agreed, and I proceeded to stroke his penis. I knew this was bold, especially for me, but I really did like this guy and I was so turned on that I just really wanted to play. 

His penis had soft skin, but was also hard and springy. I doubt that it was the longest penis in the world, but it did feel plenty good as I played with it. I could feel the head protruding through the top of my fingers and I slid my hand up and down and up and down as I felt his pubic hair on the base of my hand on along my other hand as I caressed his balls. 

I kneeled there between his legs and pushed his knees further apart so that I could get a better position on him. My face was only inches from it and I asked him if he liked being licked. He giggled a little as he was breathing hard and said "Oh Yes...I love it" and I took my tongue and licked from the base of his penis up to the head as he gasped for air.

"Oh Yea....Yea, I do like that" was all he could say as he exhaled his breath. I held it in my one hand as I licked up and down a few times, still holding onto his pouch with his other hand, then I licked up, and over and put my mouth over his penis head. I created a seal with my mouth around it and sucked hard as he took another deep breath and said "Oh Fuck!" I didn't really like that word, but I understood and continued on.

I proceeded to put it deeper into my mouth and pull it out a little and put it in and out for a little while. I had seen this done in a porn movie a few years earlier and thought this might have the right effect on him. I think it did, as he continued to moan, gasp for air and say "Oh Fuck!" over and over.

I was starting to have a problem. He was getting all the attention and I needed some relief. I wasn't sure if he was going to take care of this for me so rather than hope and be disappointed, I took things into my own hands.

I stopped stroking and sucking him and stood up. I took off my panties quickly and proceeded to straddle him. I grabbed his penis with my hand to see where it was and slowly lowered myself onto the shaft of his penis. I didn't insert it. I sort of sandwiched it between his belly and my lips.

This is just what just I needed. The way it so nicely parted my lips and rubbed up against my little button was perfect. I proceeded to rotate my hips a little to cause my lips to grind against him and stimulate my button. I went back and forth and back and forth and the longer I went, the harder I rotated and pushed myself on him. 

We had our hands locked together as my breathing was getting heavier and I was starting to feel that tingle in my belly that meant bliss was on the way. I wasn't really in tune with what he was doing at the time, but I knew what was on its way for me so I just kept going. It really did feel great.




The Toga Party



I must have been doing a little more movement than I thought because in an instant, I felt the head of his penis protrude into me. Did I cause that or did he do it? I completely stopped for a few seconds to gather my thoughts as his penis head was still sticking in me. I didn't pull it out. My head was filled with a whole host of mixed emotions but pulling it out just wasn't one of them. I was on the pill, but I didn't really want to just have sex with this guy, but I also had this urge inside me to push it in. My head was spinning and my body just wouldn't pull away.

After a few seconds, and he didn't say a word, I couldn't help it, I just pushed against it and slid it further in. I knew it didn't matter what his answer was, but I asked him, "Are you OK with this?" He said: "Yes. Are you OK with this?" "Yes. I am on the pill" and I pushed him all the way in and started to push and pull and push and pull it in and out of me as I sat up and down on his penis as we both moaned.

I normally am not what I would call a vaginally orgasmic person. My orgasms come mostly from stimulating my button, but this was starting to work very well. The feel of his hardness inside me, and the hairs of his pubic area grinding against my button as I pushed him all the way in were working magic.

I pushed myself down on his chest and knew that bliss was on the way. I reached behind and squeezed his butt cheeks and pushed as I rotated my hips to pull him in and out and in and out and I heard him start to breath harder and push his hips in time with me. Then he said what I knew was coming. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" as he pushed deeper and deeper into me and I felt it. The tensing of his body, the pulse of his penis and the shoot of his stream into me pushed me over the edge and I started to orgasm with him. 

The bliss came in waves as I felt like my head had disconnected from my shoulders and my body tensed up. Everything convulsed as he continued to pump in spasms into my stiff body pushing me further and further over that edge. The pulsing must have lasted for minutes as my spasms continued on and on until I finally got too sensitive and had to quit.

We were both out of breath and breathing hard as I lay there on his chest with my knees pulled up straddling him and feeling his penis get soft in me. After a minute or so, he wrapped his arms and the sheet over me and bundled me in his arms as we lay there quietly. It felt so good to be in this position as we just let the buss go out of our heads and our breaths slowly went back to normal.

We didn't stay like this very long. After a few minutes, I felt his penis slide out of me and thought about how I should get back to my friends. I got up, pulled him up with me, kissed him passionately on the lips and we both laughed about what had just happened as I put my panties back on. We went back to the party holding hands as we heard this moan and that moan along the way. Apparently we were not the only people that found fun behind the trees. 

When we got back to the main area, my friends were waiting for me and ready to go. I hadn't known it at the time, but Jane and Jerry were dabbling with each other quite a bit that night and they decided they wanted to finish their time together in the warmth of a soft bed at Jane's apartment rather than behind the trees as apparently most of the rest of the party had chosen. They, being in the need of their own relief, decided to dispense with the pleasantries and grabbed my hand and pulled me away to the car before I could say much of a good night or anything and before I knew it, I was in the car ready to head back home.

I was yelling at my friends for pulling me away without finding out his phone number and just as we were about to exit the driveway, I heard a knock on the window, Jerry stopped the car and there he was. I rolled down the window and he quickly inserted a piece of paper in my hand and asked me to call him. He reached his head in the car and kissed me deeply, pulled his head out of the window and we were off as I felt that tingle again and waved goodbye.

Jennifer 



The Toga Party



The Toga Party -- or the 'Name that Butt' game.

Last New Year's Eve we had a Toga party. It was a bit of a rushed job because we now have a 14 year old girl (Kelly) living with us and we couldn't really have one of our parties with a 14 year old girl in the house. The opportunity came when Kelly was invited to a sleepover. 

Jon had sent just a few invites out, all of which said that only broad-minded people wearing Togas were invited.

I made some Togas for Jon, Bridie and myself. The material I bought isn't totally see-thru. At first glance it looks just like white cotton. It's only when you look for a bit longer that you realise that you can see through it. Jon's 'skirt' part is to about mid thigh and pleated all the way round. It's really in 2 parts but you can't tell unless you explore around where the pockets would be on men's trousers. I made them like that so that I can get my hands in quite easily. Bridie's is the same as mine. The skirt part is just long enough to cover my butt and the back half is pleated. The front half is just a flat panel so anyone who takes more that a quick glance will see our pussies. Like Jon's, the front and the back are not joined below the 'belt', which is so low slung that my pubic hair would have been visible -- if I had any. The top of Bridie's and my Togas just go over one shoulder and hang very low if we bend forward.

On New Year's Eve we all met up in a pub about 5 miles from home. By the time we'd walked into the pub from the car my nipples were rock hard. Jon told Bridie and me that we had to stand all the time so that people in the pub who cared to have a good look would realise what they could see. My pussy was a little more obvious than Bridie's cos Jon had told me to wear my pussy lip rings with a little gold chain between them. With my feet even slightly apart you can see the chain hanging down. Of course, Jon got me to keep putting my drink down on a low table which meant bending at the waist; much to the delight of some youths that went and sat behind us. When all the guests (6 men and 8 women) arrived we all piled into cars and drove back to our place.

Most of the time it was an ordinary party with lots of drinking, eating and talking. Both Bridie and me had problems keeping our Toga tops in place, and on a few occasions they dropped down leaving us topless; much to the delight of the men and the amusement of the women. 

At one point Jon and 2 other men were sat on the sofa talking about cars and a group of women were stood in front of them discussing men. I walked up to them to join in and noticed that Emma was quiet and staring at Jon. Emma is about 19 or 20 and works in Jon's office. She was going to come to the party with her bf but finished with him on Christmas Eve when he'd told her that he wanted her to strip at his football club's dinner. Not only strip, he'd wanted her to have a gang-bang with the whole team. She said that he couldn't guarantee that they'd all wear condoms. She didn't know what STDs she could have caught. Anyway, I followed Emma's eyes and saw that she was staring at Jon's legs. As usual, the men were sitting with their knees apart and as Jon's Toga was only half way down his thighs, Emma must have discovered that Jon was going commando. I didn't disturb Emma and waited to get Jon's attention. When I did, I used our sign language to tell him that Emma was watching him. That must have excited him a bit as I suddenly heard Emma gasp. When I looked at Jon I saw that he was getting a bit of a hard-on.

I distracted Emma and we started talking about gorgeous men, and what we noticed first about a man. The general consensus was the man's butt. Jon had been listening and said that he bet that us women couldn't even recognise our partner's naked butt. Arguments all round. In the end Jon said, "Okay, let's prove it." He sent me to get 2 bed-sheets and then pinned them to either side of a door frame. The women stayed in one room and the men went to the other side of the sheets. As he was telling me what was going to happen he cut a butt sized hole in the sheet on the men's side. Each man took it in turn to lift their Toga 'skirt', drop any pants that they were wearing (only about half were wearing any), and stick their butt into the hole. I then had to lift the other sheet for 10 seconds while the women had to put a name to the butt. We named the game a 'Name that Butt' competition. I was amazed at how many of us got it wrong.

That game went down well so Jon suggested that we take it another stage and try to put a name to a set of balls and a cock. That brought some smiles to some faces. After a bit of hesitation everyone agreed and we started. There was a few drooling women there, especially when a couple of men had a semi hard-on. Jon went last (I'd recognise that cock anywhere), and wasn't surprised when his dick was pointing to the ceiling.

More drinks and discussions then someone suggested that the game be reversed. If a couple of the women had been sober I think that they would have refused but it didn't take long to persuade all of us to do it.

About half of the women weren't wearing knickers of any type. Emma was wearing a thong, but that ended-up on the floor in a corner just before she bent over and stuck her butt through the hole. Emma was the first to bend over, but not the last. Bridie went next and she kept her feet slightly apart. I was last and my feet were well apart. I was so wet.

The next round was pussies, much to the delight of the men. 2 of the women have horrible big bushes, Emma has a well trimmed landing strip, and the rest of us were bald. I suppose most of the women couldn't think of anything to do other than just stand there and listen to the men describing their pussies, but I decided to be different. When it came to my turn I put my hands down there and spread my lips. I could feel my juices oozing out.

We all thought that the game was over when the last women lifted her Toga skirt, but we were wrong. Jon had one more round. He came and cut a slit in the sheet for the women to stick their breasts through. That wasn't as exciting as sticking my pussy through.

When we'd all finished we marked all the answer sheets and I was surprised to find that I was the women that had been recognised the most. I guess that it helped that I had the smallest breasts there, and that my pussy chain would have been visible.

As for the Togas that I made, Jon's stayed in place all the time, but Bridie's and mine didn't. They kept falling off our shoulders, much to the delight of the men that were nearby. After the games I just ripped the top part off mine and just wore the little skirt. 

That was the most exciting part of the party. When just about everyone had left I asked Emma how she was getting home. She hadn't thought about that so Jon told her that he'd take her home - in the morning. Then came the problem of who was sleeping where. We only have 2 beds. Jon gave Emma the choice of sleeping with Bridie in Kelly's bed, with him and me, or with just him while I slept with Bridie. This suggestion didn't upset me at all as I know my position with Jon, and it would give me the chance to get acquainted with Bridie again. Emma looked at me as if asking if it was okay with me. I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "Okay by me."

As Bridie and me were having a really enjoyable 69, I heard the odd moan or two coming from the other bedroom.

Next morning I woke up first and went into Jon's room to get something. Jon and Emma were naked on the bed, both asleep. Jon had one of his usual morning erections so I decided to do what I normally do with them -- loose them inside my pussy. I gently knelt either side of Jon and lowered myself onto him. It must have been a good dream that Jon was having cos he came quite quickly. I climbed off and went and had a shower.

Jon, Bridie and me were sat round the kitchen table eating breakfast when Emma finally arrived back in the land of the living. She was a bit surprised to find us all naked as she came into the kitchen wearing just a towel. I got her some breakfast then she asked if we knew where her clothes were. We all said that we didn't (I'd thrown her thong out with the rubbish). I told her that she could borrow one of my dresses, but when she tried them on they were all too small. In the end she borrowed a skirt and top.

Love,

Vanessa



The Toilet



It's late afternoon on a lovely summers day and instead of catching the bus home you decide to walk. Your route takes you alongside a large park which you choose to walk through rather than around and after a hectic day in the office, you enjoy the peace and tranquillity.

Although you have never used it, you are aware of the small toilet block near one of the entrances, hidden behind trees and other foliage. As you walk you become increasingly aware of the effect two cups of coffee and a glass of water are having so you head towards it.

As you enter the inside looks very gloomy after the bright sunlight and you step up to the stall, undo your zip, release your penis and wait for the relief to begin. It doesn't take long and once in full flow you look around. It is only then that you see at the far end of the row another man standing close in to the wall with only his upper body visible above the porcelain modesty screen. 

You think nothing of this and given the great British reserve in these circumstances, you just look down and concentrate on not splashing your shoes. 

Out of the corner of your eye, however, at the extreme edge of your peripheral vision you become aware of small, almost imperceptible, regular movement from the other man. A surreptitious glance towards his direction confirms the movement is coming from his upper arm and is obviously connected to an activity lower down. He is studiously looking at the wall above his head and does not return your look.

You realise he is masturbating albeit gently, and suddenly you are intrigued. Up to now you have never given much thought to other men doing what you do quite frequently in the privacy of your home, but there is something about the fact that somebody very close to you is doing it, and it excites you.

As your flow subsides you have to make a decision. Are you going to shake your penis, tuck it away, zip yourself up and walk out, or are you going to stay for a little while and see what happens? You shake the drips off anyway and realise as you do that it is now a little bit thicker and longer that it would normally be.

You shake it a few more times than is necessary then decide to do what he is doing and just remain still between the modesty wings. You can feel yourself getting harder and a glance towards him again shows the movements are more pronounced now. He can tell you are interested.

You look away again and are amazed that it is having such an effect on you. You would never have dreamt of deliberately going with another man but suddenly finding it like this -- suddenly you want to see what will happen. 

You remain still for a little while until a loud sniff draws your eyes back to him and you see he has moved back a bit, not so that you can see his penis, but now quite clearly showing you his actions. He is masturbating openly and encouraging you to be his audience, and moves a bit further back so you get an unrestricted view of his erection and the movement he is applying to it. He looks quickly across at you to see if you are watching and when he sees you are he turns partially towards you. You can now see he has his balls out of his fly as well and his other hand moves down to cup and caress them.

You are still facing the wall, protected from his gaze by the screen, but his eyes look at your rear with an unspoken request for him to be able to look at you. You look down at your own erection, solid with your foreskin drawn right back and your glans fully exposed, and cautiously step back a little.

As you come fully into his view he stares at your penis and his hand movements speed up. He is clearly excited by what he is seeing and moves a couple of stalls toward you but not close enough to be threatening. You can see him more clearly now too, and see his skin slipping easily on and off his wet helmet and you realise he has probably been turned on for some time. You get wet yourself but it takes a little time to materialise.

You are wanking yourself now but slowly as you are so turned on it would not take much to make you spurt. Never in a month of Sundays would you have contemplated doing anything like this but now it is happening you are more sexually aroused than you have been for a very long time.

You watch each other for a few minutes then he steps closer and extends his hand towards you and, removing your own hand, you move slightly closer and let his take its' place. He offers you his penis and you gently take hold of it. You are amazed by how hot and solid it feels and how sticky his precum is and you start to wank him gently like he is yours. 

The feelings you are getting from both his fingers on you and his penis in your hand are tremendous and can feel your own and his excitement increasing until you know you are going to cum. You tell him this and he responds in a hoarse whisper.

'Go on let it go, let me see it.'

That is enough for you and you feel yourself go past the point of no return. You turn slightly back to the porcelain as your first jets spit fiercely out and hit the wall then the rest come out more slowly and end up in the trough below. You are grunting and jerking as you cum and part way through yours you see him push his crotch forward and his sperm arcs out of his cock to land on the floor close to your feet. 

He is jerking slightly as well and making soft guttural sounds with each spurt, and you just stare in fascination at the first man you have ever watch ejaculate apart from yourself.

As soon as the sensation has passed you shake the last drop off the end and hurriedly tuck your softening cock away, make yourself presentable, and hurry out of the toilet. You are glad it is still warm and sunny outside as that could well be the excuse for your bright red cheeks but it wouldn't explain the inner trembling and heart pounding you feel. 

You don't look back as you walk away but you know you will be walking home more often now.