1. Searing heat and dexterous feet


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    whiplashing neck. I heard myself cry out. 'Don't stop! Don't you ever fucking stop!' My helpless body bucked and writhed. Clinging feverishly on to a quickly-fading reality, my pincering nails bit deeply into the seat's tight grain. I lurched forwards, backwards, forwards again, vaguely fearing I might fall, yet, throughout, he clung to my calves, pressed his bearded chin to my thighs, his forehead to my fiercely clenching belly, and pinned me to my perch. In the endless orgasmic melee, a tit was wantonly bared and its nipple deliciously crushed by agents unknown. My squelching hole became a haven for two, if not three, if not a fistful of fingers, and my knickers dangled precariously from my right ankle, though how that had all come to be, I could not be certain. Fireworks still exploded on my eyelids. Pleasure still rippled in deepening troughs from the tip my clit to my every extremity and back again in an apparently infinity loop. I was suddenly dimly aware that his mouth was on me, his tongue was in me, his fingers were up me, and my long legs were over his strong, wiry shoulders. Once, twice, three times, I slammed the back of my head against the sauna's wooden wall, though couldn't begin to care a fuck, either at the thunderous noise or the swingeing pain. Pain was for later. Pleasure was now. Oh! And what pleasure! I found myself cumming again and again. He guided me down through decreasing circles of indescribable bliss, till again the wooden seat filled my palms, ...
    its wooden lattes digging into my buttocks and thighs. My bra was symmetrically full of tits, my knickers - miraculously back in place - were full of raw and sticky quim, while my spinning head was full of unprecedented joyful wonder. And still I did not open my eyes, knew that sight was long obsolete, and that seeing him could only break the sexual spell he had so eloquently intoned. While tirelessly testing my finely-tuned secondary senses - touch, taste, sound, and smell - I stretched my long, now limber limbs and sighed. On flexing my tingling toes, I fortuitously found them in the vicinity of his crotch and proceeded to pleasure him. Within the tented trunks, he was impressively hard. As a starter, I fucked him with both feet, grasping his shaft between my soles and violently kicking up and down from my knees. Fatigue intervened. While recovering, my left foot grasped and tugged at his waistband while the right sought the string and released the bow. He gasped as his cock sprung free. The tip of my right big toe homed-in on his cock-head and drew circles in the slippery precum that oozed from his slit. For an age, I lingered there, teasing and tickling till his breathing quickened and his shaft tensed, began dancing spastically against the taut rounded ball of my foot. Then - much as I had picked up pencils as a child, squeezed toothpaste as a teenager, and, more recently, performed party tricks with lager bottles as a student - I wrapped my prodigious toes around him and ...
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