The nasty sister
A story of 2 siblings doing things they have never imagined, things very that are ”not normal” and ”weird”
A story of 2 siblings doing things they have never imagined, things very that are ”not normal” and ”weird”
So this is the first story I’ve written. Please tell me what you think
Continuation of PT 1
The first half of the story is all true, the second is fantasy
Read my first story so as to get a feel for whats coming as well as knowing the start of the story.
This story is about my first sexual encounter with a guy. Three days previous to this, my boyfriend and I went to the movies where we kissed, and he had his hands in my pants, but this went so much further. All I had ever done before that was kiss a girl. My boyfriend and I were both juniors in high school: I was 16, he was 17.
pantyhose wearing teen visits Aunt and Uncle
This story is 100% true.
Timmie was staring at us, he had a cut on the side of his face, presumably caused by me or the guards. Daisy walked over and handed us the pancakes and tea, smiled at us and walked off. I didn’t take my eyes off Timmie and his friends for a second. I knew I could take him alone, but he was with two other guys. They both went to my school but they where in other classes and hanged round with other groups, Matt and Adam. Matt was reasonably muscular, but Adam was completely skinny, although he did have some bruising on his face, he did appear pretty tough.
They walked over towards us from the other side, I grabbed the metal fork from the pancakes as they where walking, I held it tightly under the table incase anything was to go down. This was the first time I would be using any sort of weapon for a fight, I knew I would get in deep shit for it too but I had to protect Beth. I took a glimpse of Beth, all I could see was fear in her eyes as she grabbed a tight hold of me.
“Hey you fuck, who do you think you are?” said Timmie with a low angry voice. He stopped two meters away from me and stared at me, his fist was clenched so I knew something would be going down. I took Beth’s hand under the table and placed the fork in her palm and then closed her fingers around it. My main priority was her safety. “I think you know who I am, Tim.” I blurted out.
“It’s Timmie, you little prick.” he replied.
“Heh, that’s ironic, calling me a ‘little prick’. I’ve seen what you pack.” I said to him, with a smug look on my face.
“Oh, you like looking at cocks in the showers after rugby training do you?” he said, trying to keep his composure.
“Look ‘TIM’, just fuck off. I don’t want any of your bullshit.”
“What, because I just said you’re gay? Watching cocks in the showers?” he said.
By this time, the customers and waitresses where all looking over at us, we where talking pretty loud so all could be heard. Daisy caught my eye and she had a phone to her ear, looking pretty worried.
“Oh i’m far from gay, I think Beth can vouch for that one.” I said, looking at her. Beth lifted her head from my shoulder and planted a kiss on my lips, smiling as she came out of it, she stared up at Timmie.
“You little fucker!” shouted Timmie before walking up to me. I instantly pushed myself up, from all the movies I have watched, I knew that sitting down was the worst position to be in a fight. He pulled his right fist backwards and threw it at me, the time it took to pull his fist back was enough for me to dodge it. As his fist came past my face, I sent a left hook into his ribs (cheep hit I know:( ) and he dropped, he held onto the side of his chest as he laid on the floor. Matt came down to held Timmie up, where as Adam just stared at me with a crazy look in his eyes. “Go on, fuck off.” I shouted, a severely angry tone on my voice. I looked back and saw that Bethany was sitting in the corner with her knees pressed into her chest with half of her face hidden behind it, she was scared.
The chef suddenly appeared from the other side of the counter, he was a big guy. Not muscular big but fat big, I wouldn’t want to fuck with him and neither did these three. “Get out, all of you, before I give you all a beating.” he shouted at us. Timmie and his butt buddies left instantly. I sat back down and looked at Bethany, “What’s wrong?” I whispered to her in an easing tone. She lowered her knee’s to reveal streaks of tears coming down her face. It was the first time I had seen her cry in the years that I had known her. She dropped the fork and I instantly grabbed both of her hands, trying my best to comfort her. “Baby i’m fine, why are you crying?” I asked her, still whispering. The tears on her face had caused a line of mascara to drip down from her eyes, it wasn’t ugly though, it was actually incredibly attractive!
Smiling, she launched herself into me and wrapped her arms around me, I chuckled quietly for a second saying “What is it?”
“I’m just glad that you’re okay.” she whispered, sniffing afterwards. We stayed in this position for a minute or so, as long as it took for her to feel better. I suddenly remembered that Daisy was on the phone, it occurred to me that she probably called the police. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of having some weed left on me, but I remembered that I had smoked it this morning. I then noticed that this little scene had completely sobered me up.
We came out of the hug and I saw Daisy looking over at us, slightly worried. I motioned her over and she did. “Who where you on the phone to?” I asked. “It was just one of my friends.” she replied, relief crawled through my bones as the words left her lips.
I was still holding Bethany tightly, I smiled at Daisy and she walked off. “Are you okay now?” I whispered into Bethany’s ears. She sniffed once again and then slowly came out of the hug. “Why did you give me the fork?” she asked. “Well I wanted you to be safe, if they got past me, you had something to defend yourself with if Timmie tried anything.” I replied.
Beth just smiled and grabbed onto my right hand, she opened it and placed a kiss into my palm and then closed it. She lowered herself and leaned her head onto my chest, I raised my arm as she did this and wrapped it around her. Starting to run my fingers through her hair, she whispered “Your heart is beating really fast.”
I guess it still was, my senses where heightened, I could heat the coffee being poured into the mans cup three tables away. I could see the shadow of gulls flying outside through the window. I was still hyped up on adrenaline.
“I guess it still is, heh.” I said in a slight jokey manor.
“You nearly died, you know that Smithy?” she said gently. “What? I didn’t even get hit!” I replied.
She pulled her head back and stared deeply into my eyes. “That guy had a knife.” she whispered, in the most horrified voice I have ever heard coming from her. Even now after the scene was long gone, she was still in fear.
“What!? Are you sure? Which one? He had a knife? Was it in his hand?” I asked, the amount of questions in my head was unbelievable.
“The one staring at you at the end.” It then occurred to me that it had to be Adam. Mike fell to the floor to help Timmie out, and Adam was staring at me like a ferrel. “It was in his hand, it was silver and really sharp! I was so scared!” she said, holding a worried expression on her face.
I couldn’t say a word, I couldn’t even believe what she was saying. Time had stopped for me, the world was frozen. The only thing happening in my head was a re-creation of the fight-scene. I ran hundreds of different scenarios in my mind. Being my own brain of course, I ended up winning in every scenario, but I know that would be far from the truth. No matter how many movies you see, you would be a fool to think you have a chance of winning, bringing fists to a knife fight.
I was suddenly filled with anger and terror. How could that bastard pull a knife on me. I couldn’t believe it! At that moment, reality started coming back to me where I noticed that I was staring blankly into Beth’s face, and she was calling my name several times. “Smithy?” she said. “Smithy are you okay? Can you hear me?”
I closed my eyes and shook my head for a moment, I released Beth from my hold and stood up. “Eat your breakfast, I need to go to the toilet.” I told her.
“Don’t you want any?” she asked in a sweet voice? “No i’m fine.” I said whilst turning around and walking to the toilet. I walked inside and leant forward on the sink. I looked up in the mirror and stared into my own eyes. I ran the water, filling the bowl that my hands had formed and splashed it into my face. I could’t believe this? He actually brought a knife and pulled it on me. I lifted up my t-shirt and dried my face with it. I walked out of the bathroom and sat down next to Bethany. As soon as I sat down she wrapper her arm around me and lifted the fork towards my direction. On the fork was a piece of pancake with banana and cherry on it. I opened my mouth and put it in. It tasted nice, but I wasn’t in the mood for it so I just smiled to keep Beth happy. In any other position I would have grabbed the fork and done the same for her, but I couldn’t.
“I’m going to make a phone call, you stay here okay. Finish the pancake i’ll be right back.” I said. I leant forward and kissed her gently on the lip before getting up and walking out. I pulled out my phone as I was outside and called Mike straight away. Mike knew everyone, if there was someone in town who sold drugs, Mike knew them. Mike had tried almost every drug, although he told me he would never do Crack or Heroin. He was a fact database of drugs, it was actually quite impressive.
“Mike, it’s Smithy.” I said.
“What the fuck man, it’s 12, why are you calling me so early?” he groaned over the voice, his voice was cracked, it was obvious that he had just woken up.
“Something ridiculous happened. You know that Adam guy, he’s a skinny prick, I think he has a chinese tattoo under his armpit?” I said.
“Adam Ryman?” he said. “Yeah yeah that’s him, the cunt.” I said.
I looked back through the window to see Beth was staring at me, she was leaning on her hands just gazing at me with an adorable look on her face.
“What’s he done? I’m friends with him.” he said.
“Oh nothing much.. He only pulled a KNIFE ON ME!” I shouted through the phone.
“What? Are you serious? Why the fuck?”
“Me and Beth are at Cape Caffe. You know where it is, meet me here quick.” I said before hanging up, leaving Mike without a chance to answer.
I looked back at Beth to see her feet up on the seat, looking at her toes. I had forgotten she was wearing flip-flops. How did she run all that distance with me wearing flip-flops!?
I walked back inside and pulled out a £10 from my back pocket, I handed it to Daisy. She winked at me as I walked off. I sat back down next to Bethany and picked up my tea, it was now luke warm but still refreshing. I drank it all in one and placed the cup down. It was only then that I had realised how thirty I had been. I looked up to see Bethany looking at me. “What?” I said.
She shrugged her shoulders and continued to look at me. “What??” I repeated. “I’m just thinking of how lucky I am to have you.” I blushed for a moment and smiled back saying “It’s the complete opposite way around, I’ve had two fights over you.” I said as I winked at her. She giggled and moved in towards me, kissing me on the lips and then whispering “You know I had a crush on you for the past two years?”
I can’t fucking believe it, all this time I could have been with Bethany. Damn, what a waste.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked. She shrugged and said “I never thought you where interested.”
“It’s impossible not to be interested in you.” I said, kissing her several times on the lips.
As I broke, I noticed that Daisy had been watching us the whole time, as I wondered to myself how long she was watching, I saw Mike and his sitter pull up in her car. Mike got out and Jodie just looked at me. She licked her lips and winked at me, then reversed away.
Mike came in and sat down opposite me and Beth. “So how are you two love birds going at it, you fucked each other your?” he said snivelling. I could tell by the stink of chronic as he walked in that he was high.
Beth rolled her eyes as she looked away, grunting. “I’ll take that as a no or..?” said Mike. “Anyway, what the fuck where you talking about?”
Bethany suddenly looked at Mike. “You told him?” she said as she looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders and looked away. I was too pissed off to make a normal response.
Daisy walked by and looked down at Mike. “Can I get you anything?” she asked with a smile on her face. Mike looked up, as he saw Daisy’s face his eye brows shot up. “I’ll have a coffee, a muffin and a piece of you would be nice to.” he said, winking at her. She blushed and turned around. Before she could walk off Mike playfully slapped her ass. She looked back with a smile on her face as she walked off.
I was used to this business so I kept a straight facial expression, Bethany was overwhelmed by Mike’s confidence and a quiet laugh emerged form her lips. As Daisy turned around the counter, Jake appeared from the door. He looked around until his eyes set on ours, he walked over and sat next to Mike. “Hey guys, wow. You look amazing Beth.” he said, looking at me with the face of a devil afterwards. He looked back at Beth and said “So you feel like going to the movies tonight? I have tickets.” he said. Beth didn’t say a word, she just moved next to me, slowly placed her arm around my waist and leant her head against my shoulder. She kept her eyes on Jake with a cute smile as if to tell him that she is taken.
“I’m just kidding, Smithy here has been talking about you for a long time now, I’m just happy to see you two together.” he said. Beth looked up at me and Jake winked at me and leant back into his seat, as if to say ‘My work here is done.’
Beth looked up into my eyes, she had the cutest look on her face. She lifted her face to mine and gently kissed me with those delicate kips of hers. Returning back into her original position I looked up at Jake. He was smiling with his arms now crossed. He was chuffed with himself. “Let’s talk.” Said Mike. He nudged Jake to which they both got up and walked to the toilet. I looked at Beth and kissed her on the forehead and told her that “I’ll be back soon, stay here.”
I got up and walked to the toilet, Mike and Jake where leaning on the sink looking at me as I walked in. “How’d you like my artwork?” said Jake. I smiled for a moment, I didn’t want to compliment it, but he knew his way with girls.
“So he tried to stab you?” asked Mike. “No, he just had a knife out. Some massive guy stopped everything and they left.” I replied.
“Wait.. what? A knife? Who?” said Jake. “Adam Ryman pulled a knife on Smithy after he beat up Timmie.” said Mike. “Oh shit, no way. What are you going to do?” asked Jake.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked over at Mike, he always had a brilliant plan.
(One day we caught his friend Dave having sex with his sister, he placed crushed methylcellulose tablets into a sandwich and left them. His sister didn’t like the contents of the sandwich so she gave it to Dave. Methylcellulose is the active ingredient in Laxitives. Dave ate the sandwich and whilst they where fucking, due to lowered control in an orgasm, he came and shit himself at the same time. Never did Jodie look at him again. We also bullied the shit out of him at school)
“We have Alton Towers in a week, he’s going. We will get him back there.” said Mike, sounding devious. (Alton Towers is a Theme park in england. Our school went there when we finished the final year.)
“Sounds like a plan.” I said. “He needs to be humiliated, just saying.”
We walked out of the toilets at the same time, I looked over at Bethany to see Timmie standing there with Adam. I looked at Bethany’s face and there was a mixture of fear and anger. She was red in the face as well, I was fucking furious.
“Well well, isn’t it the gay boy’s. Had fun in the toilets together?” said Timmie. Adam walked up towards me, I took note of his hands. He wasn’t armed. Instantly I launched a right hook towards Adam’s face followed by a left uppercut incase of a miss. They both made contact. Adam fell backwards and elf his nose which was now pouring with blood. I raised my foot and was about to stamp on his face when I was rugby tackled by Timmie into a metal table. The edge of the table went went into my hamstring which fucking killed. I had a dead leg so I pushed myself back onto the table and let Mike and Jake handle the rest. Luckily for me, Jake pulled Timmie back before he could strike me again, as he was pulled back Mike sent a punch straight into Timmie’s temple. Timmie dropped like a sack of shit.
I grabbed onto my right leg, hopping away in pain motioning Bethany to come. I waited at the door before leaving, Bethany quickly got up, ran and hopped over the two victims on the floor and put her arm under my arm pit to assist me. I gently refused her kind help and walked myself out. Even though I was in sheer pain, I didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of my girl.
We walked out and continued walking down the road, I put my left arm around Bethany’s waist whilst holding my right hamstright with my free hand. I had to stop and sit down because of the pain. I had a serious dead leg. Shortly after Jake and Mike come running behind us and sit down. I look in their direction and to my satisfaction, no one was chasing them. “What took you so long?” asked Bethany. Mike flashed a piece of paper with some numbers written on it. “I got a phone number.” he said smiling. Jake also raised a piece of paper with what looked like the same set of numbers.
Jake took a huge intake of breath from his nostrils and said “Ahhh… I smell threesome.” We all started laughing until we decided to get going. We got and decided to go to Mike’s house, the walk was a good twenty minutes and helped to eventually remove the pain from my hamstring. When we reached there, all that was outside his house was his sisters car, meaning that his dad was at work. Mike’s mom had disappeared a year after he was born, he hasn’t told me why and I haven’t asked. His dad has been single since, and you can tell that he isn’t a happy man any more. Mike made a promise to himself that he would never fall in love or have kids, that he would jump from girl to girl to return the favour of his mum breaking his dad’s heart. Pretty sweet and sick at the same time, huh?
Anyway, we walked into Mike’s house, flicked off our shoes at the entrance and went straight to the couch. Mike and Jake always, ALWAYS took the 3 man couch and took all the space. I sat down on the leather recliner and grabbed the remote. Bethany walked in and sat down on my left leg, she leaned back into my chest as I put my arm around her. As she sat down, she delivered a beautiful aroma of roses from her hair. The scent made me crazy and instantly gave me a boner. I was more and more confident around Bethany. We had sex, there was nothing higher in ranking in terms of respect, apart from falling in love, which I am sure we are in.
As I was changing the channels, my now fully erect cock must have been pretty obvious. All I saw was a smile on her face and her hand starting to rub my leg. The rubbing started to raise higher and higher until it was at my crotch. I looked over at Mike and Jake for a moment to my disbelief that they where both watching. I threw the remote at Jake, telling them to put on something funny.
They both got the hint and started watching TV. As they looked away, I started running my fingers up and down Beth’s thighs, almost tickling her. I eventually plucked up the courage to raise my hand and go for a berate squeeze. I moved my hand from her thigh, running my fingers up her stomach and to her breasts in one continuous motion. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt with no bra on, the fabric was very thin, and soon I could see her nipple beginning to strike out. I circled my finger around her nipple and areola. She giggled and sniggered in a really cute way as I did this, then turned her head to mine and romantically kissed me for several seconds. She pulled out of the kiss, looked into my eyes and came back for a second helping. We passionately made out for a couple of minutes. I lowered my hand from her breast to her skirt and tucked them under all clothing. I made my was down south until I reached vagina. She was dripping wet, I would have ripped her clothing off right then Mike and Jake weren’t sitting opposite us. I started to rub her pussy whilst I lowered my head to start kissing and playfully biting her ear. It was a fantastic position, my feet where up on the recliner hiding me and Beth. None of the action could be seen. Several quiet moans where evicted from Beth’s mouth, but loud enough to be heard by the lads.
I continued to slowly rub Beth’s pussy, holding her labia in-between my fingers as I pulled my fingers up and down. Beth suddenly grabbed onto my hand and pulled it out. She raised it and brought it to her face, slowly she placed my middle finger in-between her lips and sucked on it for several seconds, looking me dead in the eye. I thought that it was so sexy to watch her licking her own juices off my fingers. “I’m going to the toilet.” I said loud enough for everyone to hear, but looking straight at Beth as I said it. I walked upstairs and and went straight into the bathroom, I sat on the toilet seat and held my eye-sight at the door. As I had thought, Beth appeared through the doors about a minute later. She locked the door behind her, yanked off her t-shirt to reveal her beautiful C cup breasts with perky pink nipples in the middle. I don’t know what it was about her nipples, but they made my mouth water like hell.
She came and sat straight on my lap, legs either side to mine and began to ferociously tongue fuck my mouth. She got off my lap for a couple of seconds, continuing to make out with me she pulled down her skirt and thong in one swift move. I really wondered what her thong smelt like by now, the amount of times we had fucked over the last two days must have stenched the shit out of it, giving it the smell of pure lust.
Before sitting down, she unzipped my jeans and and as I lifted my ass, she pulled them off. We where both completely naked, apart from my socks which I slid off with ease. We continued to make-out for a while before she lowered herself and placed her lips around my cock head. She started off with a nice and slow circling of my top with her tongue, followed by a slow decline on the length of my cock. After about a minute, she was deep throating me. I was extremely impressed by the way she sucked me off. The thought of never having to jerk off again almost made me cum. I held myself together by thinking about the pain in my hamstring. As I closed m eyes in bliss, she completely surprised me. She gave a quick lick to my ass hole. I always hated watching that kind of porn but it felt different, it felt nice. She looked up at me and winked, before going back to sucking my dick. I suddenly had a plan. I placed a finger on my right hamstring and found the source of the pain. With just a little pressure, the pain was almost unbearable. My plan was brilliant, it would please the shit out of Bethany.
“Oh baby, that’s enough, let me return the favour.” I moaned. “But you didn’t come.” she said. “Don’t worry about it.” I whispered. “I want to save it for later.”
She gave me an understanding smile and got up, we swapped positions. As she spread her legs, I kneeled down and she placed her heels on my shoulder blades as I began to run my tongue up and down her slit. I took special care of avoiding her clitoris for now, I was trying a teasing method I had thought of at the cafe. It consisted of declining her the best feeling until she wanted it more than anything, once I gave it to her, it would be the most stimulating sex she would ever have.
After a while of avoiding her clitoris, I suddenly raised my tongue to the source of all love. At first touch, she screamed out loud with a sign of pure lust and pleasure. I’m sure that everyone in the house heard the scream. I began my old routine that consisted of a labia workout, a clitoris engulfment and a tongue penetration. I sprinkled this all with a topping of adding my finger to the equation. Since I would no longer worry about her hymen, I slowly plunged my middle finger into her until I was knuckle deep. She let out another scream as I did this, the screams where so sexy it almost made me orgasm. Soon enough, she came. As much as I wanted to suck up all the juices that she was emitting, I preferred that she have a better experience. I kept slowly finger fucking her as I circled her clitoris. I could feel the absolute force of her pussy muscled tensing around my finger, it was a work of magic.
After her orgasm subsided, I spat down onto the head of my cock and stood up. I grabbed her legs and brought them together, placing her feet above my right shoulder. I had a beautiful view of her pussy lips and ass, as I took in the sight, I placed the head of my cock at the gate of heaven. I slowly thrusted into her and ended up with my stomach all the way against her thighs. Beginning to pull out and in continuously, I kept a rather slow rhythm at first. I wanted her to orgasm to this speed and then finish her off with the fastest I could go. As I thrusted in and out of her, I placed my thumb over her clitoris and began rubbing away. She was looking me straight in the eye as she was moaning, louder and loader with every thrust. Soon enough, she orgasmed. We couldn’t tear our eyes from each other, they where interlocked. Her eyes glowed with passion and love as she came. The muscles of her pussy engulfed my cock as she came, I was about to come but I grabbed my injured hamstring and fixed the problem. I spread her legs wide and leaned into her to romantically kiss her on the lips as I continued to thrust.
I pulled back from the kiss, still keeping our eyes interlocked as I looked into her beautiful golden hazel eyes. She placed her feet on my pectorals, as I broke eye contact to look down at her amazingly perfect feet. They where the perfect size, size 6 I presume, just the right size for a girl. Her feet where tanned gold with sexy orange nail varnish precisely painted on every nail. I hadn’t yet found a single body part that wasn’t perfect on her, it was truly like he was a defendant from the angels of heaven. (I’m incredibly atheist, but that was a nice sentence huh?)
I was fucking her as fast as I could go, swiftly giving and taking from her my seven inch solid cock. One hand rubbing her clit, the other grabbing my hamstring to avoid ejaculation. I had done a good job so far. She was moaning louder and louder with every stroke I made, I could see in her eyes that she was close. I released my hamstring, I was ready for her as she was for me.
She screamed louder than I had ever heard her, her pussy tensed around my cock and with a long groan, I too orgasmed. I shot what felt like a thousand litre’s of coconut milk into her. Our orgasms subsided but our breathing was still at a high level. I was always curious at what my heart rate would be during sex, but I didn’t have the heart to ruin the moment to retrieve it. (no pun intended)
I pulled my cock out, both fascinated we held our vision down at her pussy lips. Very slowly, beads of cum dripped down onto the ceramic tiles. We both smiled t each other, I leaned in and gave her a long and romantic kiss. We broke up very soon to catch our breath. We both got up and got changed. After some more kissing, hugging and rubbing. Bethany left first. I hated having my cock in my pants when they where covered in cum. I placed my cock in the sink, turned the tap and began to rinse the fucker clean. I was proud of him, he had made the most beautiful girl in school cum many times these few days.
I zipped up and walked out, to bump straight into Jodie, Mike’s sister. She gave me a cheeky smile, followed by a cute wink.
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Tom discovers the pleasure of a girls feet for the firsttime at work…..
This experience took place while I was in tenth grade I was 16 at the time
and becoming more and more aware of all female feet around me. I found
myself constantly staring at many girls feet in my classes and also a few of
my teachers as well. One teacher particularly always had me staring, her
name was Mrs. Kate O’conner. I’m not sure if she was Irish or not I think
she was for she did have naturally red hair and had an Irish toned looking
skin, I think she was in her late thirties. Anyway Mrs. O’conner had me
looking at her feet constantly for she almost always was dangling them that
would drive any person with a foot fetish crazy. It was almost as though she
teased me for she would never actually take her foot out of her shoe fully
just leaving it dangle on her toes before she wiggled it back on to her
foot. I had never seen her barefoot for she almost had on nylons and on a
few occasions would wear sneakers with white socks on. But from what I had
seen of her feet they were about a size 7, with wrinkled soles, and almost
never painted toes. Now as I said I had a tendency to look at her feet all
class and therefore I wouldn’t pay attention during her class at all and
started to do very poorly in her class. One day as class let out at the end
of the day we were all piling out the door when she grabbed my shoulder and
pulled me away. She sat me down at a she next to her desk and asked “hey
what is wrong? You’re doing very bad in my class and I just can’t figure out
why. You’re a very bright student it just seems that you don’t pay attention
and are always day dreaming.” She said this to me as she showed me the
grades which I had recently received in that class all failing or close to
it.”Well you see Mrs. O’conner I just always get distracted in class I can’t
really help it” I answered to her. She replied “well is it one of the people
near you is it something in the class that I can move or put down?” I just
looked down and said “no ma ‘am in all honesty it’s you that’s been
distracting me.” She said looking rather puzzled “what is it about me that’s
distracting you is it the color clothes I wear or the pins I wear or
something of that nature. Because I can wear different things if it’s
interfering with your education.” I answered “no it’s nothing as simple as
that.” She again looking very puzzled now and pushed on saying “well what is
it then because at the way you’re going you’ll fail and have to go to
summer school.” I just looked away slight and said “well Mrs. O’conner it’s
your feet that are distracting me… I can’t help it they’re very nice
looking and I just can’t help but stare,” ” Oh” was the only response she
said. After a few minutes of silence she said “Well I think I can fix that,
you’re dismissed I’ll see you tomorrow.” I left rather lost as to what
she was getting to, I went home that day and couldn’t help but wonder what
she was talking about. I spent almost all of that night either dreaming
about her feet or thinking about what she could have meant. I finally
decided I would find out tomorrow and thought I had best get some sleep. I
certainly did find out, the next day when I walked into her class instead of
sneakers or pumps she was wearing knee high leather boots. All that class it
killed me because she never once even made an attempt to slip those boots
off. That day she looked a couple of times my way and smiled at me as she
saw that I kept on staring at her boots as though I was trying to burn a
hole through them. As the class went on my thoughts started drifting from
seeing her feet to smelling her feet, I figured that with being in those
boots her feet must be sweating up a storm. For the rest of the class I kept
on daydreaming of having my nose between those hot sweat soaked toes of
hers. From that day on though she started to wear those boots or another
pair of boots and every day I found myself daydreaming. Finally after two
weeks of this at the end of school again she pulled me over to the side as
the rest of the class walked out the door pushing and shoving trying to get
out as fast as they could. She sat me down next to her desk again and said
” I just don’t know what to do with you! I started to wear these boots
because you said it was my feet that were distracting you and yet your
grades haven’t improved since I started wearing them. If anything they’ve
only worsen, why is this?” I decided that I might as well answer her
truthfully since she already knew I liked her feet and said “Well Mrs.
O’conner it is true that you took my visuals away but my mind is a powerful
instrument. I found myself thinking instead of how your feet look like, how
much your feet must be sweating in those boots and how hot and smelly your
feet must get being in those boots all day. I found myself daydreaming about
smelling those feet for myself and feeling the hot moisture upon my face.”
She shook her head saying under her breath “I can’t believe this.” She then
looked up at me and said “OK I have a deal for you. For every grade
that is 90 or above I’ll let you smell my feet for five minutes. Each time
you get 90 or above you’ll be able to smell my feet for five more minutes in
then the last time so the first time you can smell them for five minutes,
the second time ten minutes, the third time 15 minutes, and so on. Do we
have a deal?” I couldn’t believe my hears had I just heard my teacher tell
me she’d let me smell her feet in exchange for me getting good grades? I
immediately answered “you got a deal Mrs. O’conner you better be ready
because I’m going to be getting 90 and above from now on. I was good to my
word because I started to really pay attention in class even though she did
continue to wear boots and my mind would start to drift I would quickly make
sure I brought myself back to reality. Within three days of making the deal
I got my first test paper back find that it was a 90 exactly. Right next to
the grade was written “see me at the end of the day for your reward” with a
winking smiley face next to it. I was so excited for that school day to end
even though I sadly had to go through a few more class periods. So I sat
there watching the clock for all my classes watching the time slowly tick
past. Finally at three o’clock the bell rung which meant freedom for the
rest of the kids but for me it meant having Mrs.O’conner’s feet in my face!
I didn’t even stop at my locker but instead I ran straight to Mrs. O’conners
room and got there just as the last kid from her previous class left. I
walked in and saw her sitting at her desk smiling at me as she saw me walk
through the door. She motioned for me to close the door quickly and put a
desk in front of the door which I did as fast as possible next she turned
her chair so that she was sitting in front of me. I knelt down and with
trembling hands grabbed the zipper on the boot of her left foot and slowly
started to unzip it. Once I pulled of her boot I was hit with an intense
foot smell something between rubber mixed with vinegar but not in a bad way
but an extremely satisfying way. She still had one nylons and I couldn’t see
her foot still but it was the first time I had seen her toes completely and
found out that she had rather long skinny toes. As I knelt there before her
nyloned foot and lifted her foot from my hand and placed it smack onto my
face. Instantly I felt as though I had just jumped into a pool face first
with as wet as her foot was. I took in my first deep sniff of her feet and I
was blown away, the smell I got when I first pulled off her boots could
never have prepared me for the lustful smell of her foot fully blown. It
seemed as though I had only taken my first sniff when she pulled her foot
away from me and put it back in her boot and started to pack up her stuff to
leave. I looked and saw that five minutes had indeed pass but it was enough,
I stood up grabbed my bag and before I left I said “that wasn’t nearly
enough time you can bet that I’ll keep getting 90’s and above.” She just
smiled and replied “I’m looking forward to it. A week after that I got my
second test grade to see that it was actually a 95! Lucky for me that was
the day I had her last period so no waiting and within minutes of receiving
my grade I was on my knees in front of her feet again. This time she started
to take her boot off of her left foot and then took the boot of her right
foot and said “since you got above a 90 I decided that you could try
smelling both if you wanted to.” I just sat there with a huge grin on my
face as she place both her sizzling hot feet upon my face. The smell was
even more intense with two feet, I sniffed her feet like mad trying to pull
in as much of their smell as possible. Within was seemed like a minute she
pulled her feet away from my face and put them back in her boots. She stood
up and said “Well I hope to have you for 15 minutes next week” and with that
she walked out of the room turning out the lights. Sure enough the next week
I got a 90 and the next week another 90 and for next three weeks after I got
90’s until I was staying there smelling her feet for 35 minutes. But then
the week came in which I got a 100 which meant that today I’d be at her feet
for 40 minutes! But instead of the regular “see me at the end of the day for
your reward” written beside my grade it said “I’m so proud of you see me at
the end of the day for your reward and also a special prize!” Though what
irony was the fact that I had her first period that day so I sat for the
rest of the school day itching for it to end and find out what was this
special prize. 2:59:50, 2:59:55, and finally 3:00 came across the clock and
the second hand ticked onto that twelve I bolted out the door. I got to her
room so fast that I actually had to wait for almost all of her previous
class to get out. Finally they all left and I ran in closing the door behind
me and quickly placing my chair and there I was in a heartbeat down at her
booted feet. She giggled at my speediness of getting there but didn’t keep
me in suspense as she took off her boots. She then place them on my face and
told me that I could start and that my special reward would come half way
through. Well, even though I really did want to smell her feet those twenty
minutes seemed to go by so slowly. I tried to savor the smell but found it
hard to enjoy it when my mind was going a thousand miles an hour trying to
figure out what the special reward was. After those seemingly forever twenty
minutes went by see took her feet off my face which allowed me to see I
looked up and saw her hands move up under and skirt and start to pull at
something. As I watched, my mouth almost fell open when I realized she was
taking of her nylons and that I’d FINALLY get to see her barefoot. No sooner
had I thought it did it happen and I finally saw her drool worthy feet,
drool worthy if not much more besides that as well! There were her perfectly
white feet, nonpainted toes, slightly pink soles and with her right foot
have a freckle right in the middle of it. I knelt there in awe as those feet
came and land upon my face I sat there for a minute not knowing how to
react, I then heard her say “you can start smelling them now if you want.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice I buried my noes into those feet and
started smelling like I was desperate for air. Sadly the last twenty minutes
went by a little too fast for my liking and I felt her feet being lifted off
my face. I then saw her stick her barefoot back into those prisons called
boots, “seeing them bare was just the first part of the special reward here
is the second part” she said as she handed me her nylons. She then leaned
down and whispered in hushed tone “I haven’t washed those in about two weeks
so they should be good.” With that she gave me a wink and walked out the
door. Again leaving me in awe as I held those precious nylons in my hands
and close to my breast. That was the last time I ever got to smell her
actual feet because the next day she got into and accident that made her
have to take the rest of the school year off. She came back the next year
but I didn’t get her those anytime I had her for a study hall teacher she
would always slip her shoes and give me a little smile. Mrs.O’conner was the
best teacher I could have ever asked for!
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The first half is real but the end is fantasy
On my 21st birthday. i was awoken by my mum at 10am. she was sat at the end of my bed in a little silk nightdress barely covering herself singing me happy birthday, when i noticed her shinny toes and that she had a pedicure which was uncommon she normally took care of her own feet and painted her toes black to match her fingernails
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This is the true story of the wildest night of my life that occured about a year ago.
I’m not gay, but a health straight male with a NYLON fetish. My advice to any curious male…TRY IT, its…unreal. I’ve had a stockings fetish for as long as I can remember. It started when I was about 14, when I was babysitting for a family member. On the bathroom floor was a pair of tights, so being a curious teenager, slipped them on, WOW, the feeling was amazing. The HARD ON I got was unbelieveable, solid as a rock, needless to say, I wore them most of the night, and wanked myself silly. As I got older my focus went to stockings. This started when I had an operation, and the nurse looking after me, unwittingly flashed a bit of stocking top, instant hard on, and it progressed from there. Everyones got that sexy aunt, luckily for me, I’ve got 2, and both wore stockings and suspenders…have I tried theirs, unashamedly the answer is YES.
One of the aunts lived alone but had a b/f, and I was a frequent visitor. I’d often caught my aunt getting ready for nights out, pulling her stockings and attaching them to the belt clips. My favorite was the black basque with matching knickers, with black nylon stockings,she looked amazing. The room I used was also used as their part time junk room. Whilst routing about one day, I found an old orange carry bag, its contents were soft. With trembling anticipation I opened the bag, and to my delight found old suspender belts, bras, knickers and stockings. I often spent time in that room alone, trying on her old underwear and stuff, and wanking into old stockings.
One night she walked in without knocking, luckily for me I was laying on the bed, and managed to pull the covers over me pretty sharpish. She’d popped in to wish me good night, she paused, scanned the room as if looking for something, then left the room, phew…that was close.
The next evening, my aunt and her b/f went out, and later on in the evening it was arranged that I’d meet up with them,in the local pub. Having made the arrangement, I made sure I was there. Many beers later, we all walked back to my aunts Flat. I made my excuses and went to MY room, but with her b/f there, decided against trying the underwear and stockings. I was just dropping off to sleep,when I heard the lock on the front door turn…with her b/f gone, I heard my aunt walk towards her room, now was my chance to slip on the underwear. I thought give it a couple of minutes for her to drop off, then I’d do it. Then I heard the footsteps again, the door to my room swung open, and in the light was a silouhetted figure of my aunt, she looked even better than normal. As she stepped toward me I could make out that she was wearing a black bra, knickers and belt set with a pair of black stockings, and carrying something in her hand, she tossed it towards me saying, “you’ve seen me in it, now its my turn to see you in it”. As she turned the light on, I found in my hand the afore mentioned basque and knicker set,” where are the stockings”, I replied, ” I’ll help you with them when your changed, I’ll be in the front room when your ready”. All I kept thinking was “SHIT, how am I gonna get out of this one”. I’d never worn in front of anyone else, it was my secret, or so I thought it was. A couple of minutes passed, when I heard her cal, “Are you ready yet, I’m waiting”. In truthfulness it was a fantasy of mine, but when your hit with the reality, its totally different. I slipped off my shorts, and slipped on the knickers, they where a little tight, but god they felt good, my cock was really hard, and had trouble keeping it inside the front of the knickers. Next came the basque, how the hell am I gonna hook it all together, I’m only used to a couple of hooks on a bra, I was shaking in anticipation as i started to wrap it round my body, I left the hooks at the front, then when they were all fastened, shuffled the basque round til it looked ok. Trembling and gingerly, I left the room, and walked towards the front room, as I opened the door, I headed toward the chair furthest away from her, my aunt sat up on the edge of the sofa and beckoned me over, “aren’t we forgetting something”, in her hand she held a new packet of stockings, I stepped towards her as she undid the package. I stood in front of her with my hands covering my rock hard cock. “We aren’t shy are we??” she asked, I couldn’t answer her, I was at a loss for words. ” lift you foot up”, so I did, she placed my foot between her legs on the edge of the sofa, it was inches away from here pussy, she slipped the stocking over my foot and up my leg towards the suspenders, she brushed the under edge of my bollocks, I felt my cock twitch as I tried to cover, ” Turn round so I can do the back one”, without a moments hesitation I did as i was told, when she’d finished, we repeat this on the other leg. ” Step back so I can have a proper look”, I took 2 steps back, “I can’t see you properly if you keep your hands there, can I”. I dropped my hands to my side, “NICE, infact VERY NICE, COME HERE”. Again I did as I was told, but tried to cover my painfully hard cock. “We’ll have to do something about that”. With that she pulled the front of the knickers down, my cock swung towards her face, she gripped the base of me cock with her hand, and slipped the tip of my cock in her mouth, she did this for a couple of minutes, stopped, looked up at me and asked “GOOD?” my answer was along the lines of “fucking hell is it” as she contiued to suck and wank me, she stopped again, “so you like to cum on my stockings?”, “yes” I replied, with that se laid back on the sofa on put her stockinged feet around my cock, “FUCK MY FEET”, “What?” ,”FUCK EM, Now”. With that I slowly started to fuck her feet, slowly getting faster as my orgasm neared its end,she laid there slowly fingering and playing with her wet pussy, “FFFUUUCCCKKK” I screamed out as I came over her feet, I thought my legs were going to giveway. I tottered toward her, “LICK ME”, you don’t have to ask me twice. I got between her legs, at first Ilicked and sucked her hard nipples, “LOWER” she hissed at me, with each kiss, I lowered myself down towards her wet pussy,.Firstly I slipped a finger in her pussy, fucking hell, she was dripping, and then a second finger and slowly started to fuck her with my fingers, I lowered my head and gently touched her clit with my tongue, I teasingly started to lick and suck her clit, she grabbed my head and tried to push it closer, I removed my fingers, and shoved my tongue up her hole as far as it would go, she responded more, by slowly humping back at my face as my tongue dart in and out of her her, “FINGER MY ARSEHOLE”,so I did, there was enough lubrication there to slip 2 fingers in, “LICK MY CLIT, MAKE ME CUM”, she was by now literally fucking my face, faster and faster she grinded against my face, suddenly she tensed up and stopped, “DON’T YOU FUCKING STOP”she told me as she shuddered through her orgasm. Quiker and quicker I licked her clit and fingered her arsehole, her orgasm never seemed to end.
I laid down beside her on the sofa, my cock starting to harden up,again. “EASY TIGER, LET ME HAVE A CIG FIRST, THEN WE’LL GO TO MY ROOM”. I laid beside, whilst she slowly stroked my hardening cock…”BETTER CHANGE MY STOCKINGS, FOR ROUND 2″, with that she stood up, and led me to her bedroom by the cock………
PART 2 TO FOLLOW……
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Christy thought she knew me. Turns out I didn’t know myself either
How do I control my own fantasies?
My baby sister got married at my parents home. It’s a nice 10,000 square foot home with plenty of land for the ceremony and reception. It was a nice gathering of snobbiest people I loved to avoid. It was also a bitter sweet occasion for me because I was a recently divorced 30 year old. The three hundred people were scattered between the house, the lanai, and the yard. Between the wedding band, my gushing parents, and the people giving me bad advice on how to move on with my life, I was needing a place to get away.
I went into the house and snuck down to my dad’s “office.” He had the ultimate home office; sofa, recliner, big screen with surround sound, beer fridge, and lillte bathroom. I turned on the Sox-Yankees game and got a cold Sammy Adams out of the fridge. I had no sooner kicked my dress shoes off when I hear the click-clack of a woman’s high heel shoes walking towards the room. I figured it was my mom. I knew somebody saw me sneak down and would have bet she was coming to scold me and tell me to get back to the reception.
Much to my dismay, my sister-in-law peeks her head around the door frame. Jennifer is a very attractive 20 something year old. The reason I’m not thrilled is because Jennifer is a bitch. She and I get along like oil and water. Jen asks while I’m in mid sip of my beer, “Mind if I join you?” I choked and spewed some beer from my mouth. I then said, “No, come on in.” Jen turns the corner and for the first time today I noticed how hot she was looking. She was wearing a black dress with black hose and some fuck-me pumps. When she passed by me to go to the fridge she blew me away with the perfume she was wearing.
Jen grabs a beer and come over to the sofa that I’m on. “What did I do to deserve the honor of your presence?” She answers, “I’ve had enough of people telling me what I need to do to get ahead in work, in life, and in love!” “Welcome to my world”, I replied. You see, Jen is a successful 25 year old single woman. My thought was she was single because no guy could put up with her for more than a year. “You’ve always told my brother and your sister that I’m an ass clown. I’m just very surprised to see you own here.” Jen laughs and says, “You are, now rub my feet.”
She kicks her FMP’s off, whirls around, and places her feet in my lap. I looked at her and smirked, “Whatever!” Jen proceeds to kick her feet in a playful manner and puts one of those pouty looks on. “Fine, but you owe me”, I say. I turn my attention back to the game and begin rubbing her feet. Jen lets out a moan. I look down and notice that she has very pretty feet. I can see the bright red polish on her toes through the silky material. I also notice that I’m beginning to get excited. I look up to see if she can see the bulge growing in my pants. She has her eyes closed. As I looked at her I took in every curve of her. Jen has a tan, fit body with fantastic tits and gorgeous legs.
In an effort to put distance between my hard on and her feet, I adjust my body, nervously cough, and push her feet away. This lasts about 2 minutes. Jen then adjusts her body and her foot lands right up against my dick. She looks at me and asks, “Are my feet giving you a hard on?” “No!” I replied. “It’s just been a while since I’ve been this close to a woman.” “Sure”, she says sarcastically and begins to press her foot against my hard dick. “Then this shouldn’t bother you then.” Jennifer begins to slowly rub her nylon encased foot up and down my shaft. I let her do this for about a minute or two before I give in and twist my body around so that I’m leaning against the arm rest of the sofa. Jen proceeds to give me jerk my cock with both feet. She seems to be thoroughly enjoying it because she is moaning along with me. I reach down and caress her feet while she works on my cock. Eventually, I explode in my pants. I have cum like never before and it seems like I spasm for a good minute or so. Jen keeps her feet pressed against my dick until the last spurt of cum pulsates out.
When she is sure I’m done, Jen looks at me and says, “My turn!” She lifts her hips up and pulls her dress up over them. It turns out the hose are actually stockings and they are accompanied by a black thong. Jen leans forward, grabs my hands and pulls me toward her. When I’m bent over far enough, she takes my head and begins to push it towards her pussy. I adjust my body so that I can follow her lead. She then pulls the thong aside and soflty leads my face to her shaven body. Her smell is a sweet, musky odor and I immediately dive right in. Her slit is already sopping wet and ready for more. I lick all over her, from her clit to her folds. Jen has placed her feet on my back and is furiously humping my face trying to get every sensation. I place my hands up under her ass and lift her up slightly. I then trace down from her pussy to her asshole. She lets out a deep throaty moan as I encircle the hole. I quickly make my way back up to her clit and go to town while leaving a finger to finish playing with her ass. Jennifer gets into this rythm and before I can brace, she is bucking wildy from an intense orgasm. I leave my tongue pressed hard agaisnt her clit as she rides through it.
As she begins to settle down and regain some composure, she reaches down and pushes my head away. Jen gets up off the sofa, takes the thong off, adjusts the nylons so that the seam is straight, wiggles the dress back down over her hips, slips her shoes back on and asks, “Are we gonna finish this at your place or mine?”
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The most unexpected event in my life, involving me,my teacher and a special friend i like to call intercourse
My first sexual experiences at English boys schools
The continuation of a story about my teacher and myself,and our little ‘affair’
We indulge in each others foot fetish and cum hard!
Tom remembers his with amazing experince with Anna, and wonders if he’l get more of his new desire!
The most unexpected event in my life, involving me,my teacher and a special friend i like to call intercourse
True story, please leave comments if you like it and let me know what you think.
This is an absolute accurate account of events.
I had wiped all the cum off my mums feet now and they looked as good as new, i kissed them and gave them a little massage and put her shoes back on. We then both walked into the restaurant and found the rest of the family sitting round the table singing me happy birthday.