Chapter 7
The shoe store was closing for the night when Burt and I drove past it on our way out of the shopping center at nine.
"How come you didn't get any shoes?" Burt asked.
"I lost interest in shoes," I told him, scooting across the seat and snuggling up to him as he drove. "I'm getting a foot massage instead."
"The blond boy is coming to the house?"
"Uh-huh. At ten. I told him you'd be at work by then."
"Why'd you tell him that?"
"Because he was so uptight. I don't think he'd come if he thought you'd be anywhere close."
"What the hell am I gonna do while he's rubbing your feet? Surely you don't expect me to go out so you can be alone with him."
"No, darling."
"And I'm not going to hide in the closet, or anything like that."
"No, darling."
"Then what? When you give me that 'No, darling' and 'Yes, darling', I know you've got something working in that pretty little head of yours, Right?"
"Yes, darling."
"Then tell me, damn it."
"Wouldn't you like to watch us?" I asked teasingly.
He didn't answer right away. When he did, he nodded sheepishly and mumbled, "Yeah. I think maybe I would."
"Will you hide and peek at first? So Dale won't be scared off before he gets going good?"
"Gets going good! You're not gonna let him screw you, are you, Willa?"
"He's so cute, Burt. Would you mind ... really?"
"Well ... maybe just this once would be all right, but I don't want you having an affair with him."
"I love you, Burt. I've never loved anyone but you."
"Same here in reverse," Burt sighed, putting his arm around me and driving with one hand.
"Burt? I do have an idea I like very much. Want to hear it?"
"Shoot."
"I'd like you to brush my hair while Dale is doing my feet. Would you? I'll call you when the time is right."
"Oh, that's really kinky," he said amusedly.
"It'd be real kicky for me, darling. I'd love to have you brushing my hair and Dale kissing my feet at the same time."
"You're a narcissistic little bitch tonight, aren't you?" he asked good-naturedly.
"I guess so," I grinned. "Will you do it? It'd make me feel like a queen."
"Queen Willa, your wish is my command."
"Oh. cats! I can hardly wait! I think I'll wear I my new blue shortie nightgown and nothing else ... no panties or bra or anything!"
Dale arrived at ten on the dot, and before I let him in I made Burt promise to stay in the darkened kitchen till I called him. He had a chair pulled up to the door, which was closed except for a crack through which he could see into the living room.
When I opened the front door, I could see Dale was very nervous. His wavy blond hair was combed to perfection and his tie was straight, with the knot pushed up tight against his collar. In his hand was a small suitcase, and he was shaking so badly I could hear the shoes rattling inside it.
"My, you look nice," I said. "Come in."
"You look beautiful," he gasped, his eyes moving down my body, seeing it all through the diaphanous blue nightie I had on. Then he saw my bare feet, the objects of his fetish, and he groaned.
"They're perfect! So kissable ... so well-formed so -- "
"Come in, honey," I interrupted, taking his hand and pulling him inside. "I'm a married woman, and I don't want the neighbors to see you."
"No," he gulped. "That wouldn't be good ... not at all. My wife ... she mustn't ever know about this!"
"I won't tell her. I don't even know her."
I led him to the couch and sat down. Dale dropped to his knees in front of me, reaching for my feet.
"You're really eager, aren't you?"
"I can't help it," he muttered, looking at my feet as he caressed them with trembling hands. "I feel so guilty doing this. I've tried to give it up. I can't, but I still feel so ashamed."
"You don't have to feel that way with me, Dale. I understand completely."
"You do? Honest?"
"Of course. Only very intelligent people have fetishes."
"I've heard that," he mumbled, picking up my right foot and rubbing it with both hands.
"It's true. My husband has one. He likes to brush my hair."
"Then you do understand about me," he sighed.
"Completely. I think you're sweet. I love for my husband to brush my hair. That's why I invited you here tonight, because I knew I'd like you loving my pretty feet."
"They are pretty," he moaned. "I've never seen prettier!"
"That feels good. Rub the other one."
He put my right foot lovingly down on the floor and picked up my left, rubbing it with more confidence now that he was sure I liked it.
"Mmm," I sighed, not faking the pleasant sound in the least, because I did like it.
"I'm awfully glad you're enjoying it, Willa."
"Oh, I am. Very much."
"I wish my wife liked it. She has pretty feet, too. Almost as pretty as yours."
"Forget your wife for now. I want you to concentrate all your attention on my feet. I want you to make love to them in any way you'd like."
"Oh, God ... thank you!"
"Don't thank me," I told him, reaching out with my right foot, rubbing it over his bulging crotch. "I'm beginning to enjoy this almost as much as you are. You've got a hardon already, haven't you, honey?"
"I c-can't help it," he said embarrassedly.
"I don't want you to help it. Don't fight it. Just relax ... let yourself go!"
"I don't know if I s-should," he whimpered. "I might get so carried away you'll find me disgusting. My wife said it disgusted her."
"It won't me," I said, knowing damned well how I'd react if he really flipped, from the times with my math instructor, but I couldn't tell Dale that because I knew Burt was watching us and hearing everything we said.
"You're wonderful, Willa ... just wonderful!"
"Take it out of your pants," I urged. "I'll rub my bare foot over it."
"No ... not yet. I'll come on your foot for sure!"
"I don't mind."
"Oh, Lord! I could w-worship you!"
"Just come on my foot for now," I said, trying to hide my amusement -- not at what we were doing because I liked that, but at the way he was fighting his natural urges. I wanted to really turn him on and get him out of his head with lust so he'd suck my toes and lick every inch of my feet.
He pushed my foot from his throbbing dick. "Please ... don't touch me any more just yet. I-I ... want to try the shoes I b-brought on you."
"Let me make you come with my foot first."
"No, no ... please! I'm about to now ... and if I do it'll all be over! Once I come I can't get back in the m-mood!"
I jerked my foot away. "All right. Put shoes on me if you'd like. I don't want to hurry you. I'm loving every minute of it, aren't you, Dale?"
"Christ, yes! This is the most wonderful night of my whole life! I've dreamed of finding a girl like you for so long!"
I watched him open his case and take out three pairs of shoes. "This may be the only time, Dale," I cautioned. "I am married, you know."
He didn't even look disappointed. His eyes gleamed as he picked up one pair of shoes, made entirely of clear plastic except for the soles.
"Did you hear me, Dale?"
"I heard," he said, scooting to me and whipping a shoe spoon from his pocket, grabbing my foot to put the clear plastic shoe on. "It's all right. I'll never bother you again if you don't want me to. Tonight is more than I ever dared hope for, Willa. You'll be in my mind forever after this!"
The shoes were about a half size too big for me, but Dale didn't mention it and neither did I. I let him put them both on me and help me up.
"Would you walk for me?" he asked.
"If I can," I answered, feeling like I was on stilts. "The heels are so high and spiked."
"Six inches," he breathed. "They look terrific on you!"
I paraded back and forth for him, carefully until I got used to the extreme heels, then more and more sensually till I could hear him breathing even when I was near the kitchen door, where I turned each time and smiled at Burt peeking through the crack.
"Jesus," Dale moaned. "Jesus!"
"What's wrong? Aren't I walking right?"
"You're walking wonderfully! It's the most graceful thing I've ever seen!"
I walked over to where he was sitting on the floor and stopped in front of him. He fell prostrate and rubbed his face on the shoes.
"Oh, Willa, Willa ... walk on me..."
"What?"
"I know it sounds awful ... but will you ... please?"
"With these spike heels? They'll hurt you!"
"I know," he groaned. "I know!"
I couldn't believe it! It was just too absurd for words! I didn't want to hurt him at first, but he was writhing and licking the spike heels and whimpering and it got to me.
"All right. I'll walk on you."
He looked up, his moist eyes mirroring excitement you wouldn't believe! I started panting just gazing down at his face.
"Would you l-let me ... take off my clothes?"
"Take 'em off ... hurry!" I rasped, caught up in his passion by then and wanting to walk on his naked body.
Dale sat up and threw off his coat, tie and shirt, then fell to his back and bucked up his hips. He pushed his pants and shorts down his legs and kicked them away. Two thumps sounded as he toed his shoes off.
"Your socks?" I asked, standing over him as he spread himself Christ-like and stared up pleadingly at me.
"To hell with them ... walk on me now!"
I decided he didn't look very Christ-like after all, what with his peter all hard and throbbing and dripping clear fluid on his lower abdomen. I mean, he was in the crucifixion position, all right -- but his erect organ sort of ruined the image, you know? Like, who the hell can imagine Christ with a hardon? Not me, and I decided to do something about it. I couldn't have him playing Christ with a hardon -- too obscene -- so I stepped close and kicked his dick with the pointed toe of the clear plastic shoe.
Dale sucked in his breath very fast, then clenched his hands into fists and let out a mournful groan as his peter wilted jerkily. "Willa ... oh, Willa ... thank you!"
"You liked that?"
"Mmm-hmm . . . "
"Take your socks off."
He hurried to obey, gazing up worshipfully at me as he swung his legs up and jerked off his socks. I suddenly felt like a goddess, and I couldn't help wondering what Dale would do if I squatted over his face and pissed right in his mouth. But I didn't, because it was my carpet and I didn't want to have to clean it up later.
"My stomach ... step on it!"
His high-pitched ragged voice snapped something deep inside me. I put one foot on his stomach and bore down with all my weight, letting the point of the spike heel bury deep into his flesh before I got my other foot on him and balanced myself.
"Ooooh! Ooooh!"
I could tell he loved it, and it sort of gave me a thrill, too. Without waiting for him to ask, I walked up his body and back down again. His organ was standing erect as before I'd kicked it. I stood on his belly with one foot, then put the sole of the other shoes on his glans and pressed down.
"Break it!" he hissed. "Break it off!"
The juice was flowing so freely from my vagina I could feel it trickling down my leg. I'd never dreamed I could enjoy hurting anyone, and I guess I couldn't have if Dale hadn't liked it so well, but I did exactly as he begged me to. I bore down on the head of his prick, mashing it with the sole of my shoe till his shaft buckled and bent nearly double and he screamed and shuddered.
"Enough! Oh, God ... enough!"
I stepped off him, thinking that part of it was over -- but I was wrong. He rolled onto his stomach and looked over his shoulder at me, tears streaming down his girlish cheeks as he gasped, "My butt!"
I put a foot on one of his tensed buttocks and stepped up. It was sort of a wobbly place to stand, even with a spike heel gouging into each cheek of his rump. I nearly lost my balance and had to put a foot right in the small of his back to keep from falling.
"That's it," he panted. "Walked up and down my back!"
I did, several times, until he was moaning rather loudly and writhing so much I had to jump him or be thrown. No sooner had I stepped off his back when he crawled around to kiss the sharp heels of my shoes. He lifted my right foot and put the long heel into his mouth, then spun around and offered me his quivering butt.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, thoroughly confused, wondering if he wanted me to kick his tail, seeing his balls hanging there and thinking surely he couldn't want them kicked.
Then he spit in his hand and wiped the saliva into his anus, moaning, "The heel ... give it to me!"
I felt sort of dizzy. I mean, the point on that heel was wicked! It could rupture something, what with six inches of tapering clear plastic behind it and me so shaky my knees were knocking together.
"Please!"
I had my doubts, but it was his asshole and he'd asked for it, so I balanced on my left foot and brought the point of that saliva-coated six-inch spike right up to his little puckered opening. He shivered when it touched him, but didn't offer to pull away. Instead he kind of wiggled backward and took about half an inch inside him.
"Hard! Rain it in all the way!"
My heart raced wildly as I gritted my teeth and shoved every bit of that wicked heel deep into his asshole.
It looked like a powerful electric current had shot through him, the way his entire body jerked. Then he started panting and groaning and falling forward, losing the heel and having a helluva time breathing there for a minute.
I kicked off the shoes and walked around to his head, where I squatted and asked fearfully, "Are you all right? I didn't tear something inside you, did I?"
"Oh, darling, darling," he wailed, passionately kissing my feet.
"Come on, baby," I urged, starting to back toward the kitchen. "Lick 'em good. Crawl after them. We're going into the kitchen. My husband is in there waiting to brush my hair while you give my feet a tongue bath. Do you mind?"
Somehow I don't think he even heard me, let alone minded. In his state of bliss, poor Dale slithered after me on his belly, smacking wildly at each retreating foot as I backed to the door and on into the kitchen. He was moaning softly when I introduced him to Burt, who had a hairbrush ready and waiting as soon as I sat down sideways on a straight backed chair.
Neither of my fetishistic men paid any attention to the other. Dale rolled to his back and lifted my left foot, bringing it to his mouth and sucking hungrily on my big toe as Burt started brushing my hair and breathing very hard.
I did! I felt just like a goddess -- and loved every minute of it! Burt brushed with one hand and caressed with the other. He had his cock out and I could feel it rubbing my shoulder. There was another cock I felt, too. Dale's. While he was licking between the toes of my left foot, I put my right foot between his legs and rubbed it all over his hot dick and tight nuts. Dale groaned constantly, flipping around to make oral love to one foot, then the other, me massaging his genitals with whichever foot happened to be free.
"Do you want me to suck you, Burt?" I asked when I felt his prick push into my hair and flip my ear. I'd been sucking him occasionally ever since that weekend we swapped with Woody and Anne. The only reason I never took him all the way in my mouth before then was because I liked him in my vagina better, and he'd never really made me know he wanted it all the way.
"Your hair," he breathed, dropping the brush to the floor and grabbing a double handful of my long hair. "Gonna come in your hair!"
"Oh, do, darling! Do!"
It excited me terribly. I'd wanted him to shoot off in my hair ever since our honeymoon, because it appealed to me tremendously. I mean, can you think of anything more erotic? God! I was so hot my hand jumped toward my cunt, but I wouldn't let it touch there. Dale's tongue was going crazy -- darting between my toes and laving the sole of my foot, with my other foot kicking lightly at his dick and balls and mashing them this way and that. Dale loved it; I loved it; Burt loved it -- and I wanted to reach orgasm without anything touching my genitals if I could.
Well, I made it. My hands were between my legs, not touching my puss at all but gripping the insides of my thighs the final seconds before I exploded. Wow! It was something else! All three of us went off just split-seconds apart.
Dale came first. I don't know how he managed it, because his mouth is about average size, but the sweet boy had all five of my toes in his mouth, sucking and licking like there was no tomorrow when I kicked his balls extra hard with the heel of my saliva-slick foot and wrapped my toes over the head of his peter. He groaned through his nose, shuddered, then I felt a mass of warm sticky sperm squirt between my toes.
Panting breathlessly myself by then, with my own climax hanging ready, I went on rubbing his come-gushing glans with my foot as Burt began yanking my hair and making a furry pussy around his thrusting organ. The next thing I knew Burt grunted and I had an earful of his hot load. I could feel him quivering as his juice spurted into my hair and on my neck.
It was just too much. I gasped, squirmed frantically and dug my fingernails into the insides of my thighs, then nearly fell off the chair when I screamed and let my guts flood blissfully out through my spasming twat. It was one of the best comes I've ever had, completely outasight, and my tits or puss hadn't been touched by human hands, or human otherwise. Kinky? Oh, boy, I'll say!