How It All Began

Published early on our Previews page on Monday, April 14, 2025.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Wednesday, April 16, 2025.

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

To this author's previous story, go to "A Roman Orgy".

To read a story that was written by this author's husband, go to "The Renovation"

I recently shared the story of the fun I had with my friend Jim and his brother Frank when they renovated our bathrooms ("The Renovation").  I thought it would be a good idea to tell you how I got turned on by having my feet worshiped.

It started when I was about 17 or 18 years old.  I had a friend Jane, whose parents had a house out on Long Island that they would go to on the weekends during the summer.  They lived in the city, but this was their summer house.  The house had three bedrooms, and the living room was separate from the back of the house where the bedrooms were.

Jane had a brother, Johnny, who was about 14 at the time. He was good-looking with an athletic body.  I worked in the city, so after work on Friday night I would catch the train and head to the Island.  One weekend Jane’s cousin Linda was visiting so I had to sleep on the sofa, which was no big deal.

It was hot this one night, so I slept without covers.  After I fell asleep, I woke up when I felt someone down near my feet.

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I opened my eyes slowly and saw it was Johnny sniffing my toes.  I pretended to be sleeping as he started to lick the sole of my foot.  It was the first time anyone had ever done that, and I felt a chill up and down my spine (and elsewhere).  I decided to let him keep going.

His wet tongue was leaving saliva all over my feet.  He then moved to my toes and started sucking on them.  Wow!  What a feeling.  I was enjoying this immensely.  I could see Johnny had a huge hard-on and was reaching in his pants.  That's when he took out his cock and started rubbing it on my feet.  I felt the pre-cum on my soles and then after a few minutes his cum exploded all over my feet.

The feeling of hot cum running down my soles from my toes was totally erotic.  At that point Johnny was nervous and began cleaning up as best he could.  Next morning Johnny came to breakfast, saw me, and continued as if nothing happened.  I did notice him staring at my feet.  Some of the dried cum that he missed was still there.

I said “Hi” to him and mentioned how hot it was the night before, but how well I slept. I said, “I was never more relaxed than last night, and I hope it will be the same again tonight.”

When Johnny heard that his ears perked up.

When Saturday night came, it was just as hot.  I was wearing a short baby-doll night-gown and decided to have a little fun if Johnny decided to have another go at my feet.  I took off my bikini panties and my pussy was there for his viewing.  Sure enough, after I fell asleep, I felt Johnny by my feet again getting ready to have his way with them.  This time I was positioned so my pussy was in full sight. 

Johnny started the same sequence of worshiping my feet.  As he did, I got hotter and hotter, and my pussy started to drip.  I also moaned very low a few times to let him know it felt good which made him stop, but not enough to leave.

When Johnny noticed my wet pussy glistening in the light, he reached up under my very short night gown and touched my pussy.  I almost exploded right there and then.  I saw him take my pussy juice and rub it on my feet, then he licked away.  I wanted so bad for him to stick his cock in me, but I realized that would be a really bad idea.

Johnny kept at my feet like he did the night before and again exploded his cum all over them.

Just as he was getting ready to clean his cum off my feet, his dog King came into the room and immediately came over by Johnny and my feet.  King was a beautiful, full grown, pedigree black and tan German Shepard who Johnny wanted to use for stud, so he wasn’t fixed.  That’s when the unthinkable happened.  King started to lick Johnny’s cum from my feet.  Talk about a new sensation.  His tongue was thin and fast and went between each of my toes slowly which made my pussy juices flow freely.  When they were both done, they left me there to finish the job I hoped one of them would have finished for me.  I slept good again that night.

The next morning, I threw my robe on and went into the kitchen for breakfast barefoot.  Jane's father was there making breakfast, along with Jane, her mom, and Johnny.

I said, “Good Morning” to everyone and mentioned what a great sleep I had.  I said, “I can’t believe how soundly I slept.”

I sat down on the only chair available which was next to Johnny.  King was under the table sleeping so when I sat down my feet were right by his nose, so close I could feel his breath.  I may have nudged King by accident because suddenly I felt King's tongue on my feet again licking my soles and moving ever so gently nibbling between my toes as if he were worrying a bone.  He must have missed some of Johnny's cum the night before. His nibbling was making me crazy.

King kept licking both of my feet up and down slowly for what seemed like forever. I got the same feelings as last night and my pussy juices started to flow.  Obviously, so did Johnny, who could see what King was doing, but no one else could because of where they were seated.  That's when I saw Johnny’s dick getting hard as a rock.

Nothing happened other than me having to excuse myself and go to the bathroom and relieve my sexual tension.  I assume Johnny did the same.  I had a couple of more experiences with Johnny, and King, on other weekends after that, but only involving my feet, nothing else.