Those Little White Ankle Socks
(Published on Saturday, January 25, 2003)
This story was submitted by lovelyankles@yahoo.com.

Tina and I had finally become boyfriend and girlfriend. We had both confirmed this fact the first time that we actually fucked each other. Tina was 19 with blonde shoulder length hair and blue eyes, with a killer body. Her breasts weren’t very large; small and perky with nice sized nips, but that’s the way I liked them. Tina had a twin sister named Lisa who, of course, looked just as gorgeous. These were two girls that found their way into my dreams at night. I would often picture eating out Tina while at the same time having Lisa straddle my grateful cock.

“Come on sis, let’s fuck him until he can’t take it anymore,” I dreamed them saying.

When not dreaming, I loved licking Tina’s pink, sopping pussy, and sucking on her tiny tits, and kissing her soft lips. And I enjoyed it greatly when she would take my lowly 5-inch cock and suck it till I blew my load all over her face and down her throat, or when she rode me like a rodeo superstar rides an angry bull. But she knew what really made my cum start flowing, even though she would never admit it: her tiny sock covered feet.

I remember her telling me once that she thought all feet were disgusting. This girl infatuated me. I didn’t want to let her in on my weird foot fetish and risk the chance of losing her forever. After work, I would follow her back to her house. She still lived with her parents, which isn’t really surprising considering she was only 19 years old. As soon as we would enter her house, and proceed to the couch in the living room, she would kick off her Nike shoes, and open the portal to my personal heaven. I would watch, almost as in slow motion, as she would reach her hand down and untie each shoe, and then remove them both and place them at the base of the couch.

What really got my cock throbbing, and my cum boiling, is when after she would take off her shoes, she would do the same with her little white ankle socks and then stick both musty smelling socks into her shoes. Those Nike shoes had it great…not only did they get to hold this beauty’s feet and socks all day at work, but also then at home, they would still receive the benefit of containing her crumpled up, and slightly stained, socks. What I loved even more was when after removing her shoes and socks, she would place her tired and moist little feet on my lap as we both watched television. But do you really think I watched the Tonight Show with Jay Leno when several other shows were going on?

Show #1: Tina’s little feet with her cutely painted red toenails were resting on my lap while my hands manipulated them to no end. Show #2: Tina’s cum-causing Nike shoes holding her sweaty little white ankle socks were in my sight on the floor. And Show #3: Tina’s beautiful twin sister, Lisa, was lying on the couch across the room wearing her own little white ankle socks. For me, this was truly heaven.

I loved playing with Tina’s feet while pretending to watch the tube. I would take my fingers and rub them between each one of her little toes. When I would get the chance, I would pass my fingers casually by my nose in hopes that I would catch a hint of her smelly feet. When I would go upstairs to use the bathroom, I would lick my fingers to see if I could taste the goodness of her feet. And I did. The whole time this would be going on, I would glance down at her Nike shoes and the little white ankle socks inside. Just doing so started a rumbling in my insides, the cum factory was churning out loads of protein-laden goodness for sure.

As you may have guessed, stealing glances at Tina’s twin sister’s amazing feet almost tossed me over the edge many times. It seemed as if Lisa purposefully teased me with a foot show. She would hold her feet in her hands, and then move them behind her certainly firm ass, and then place them on the lucky floor, until the climax of the show, when she would in one motion remove both filthy little ankle socks and toss them below her. What pain, and what extreme joy, I would often experience simultaneously. Socks in white Nike shoes here, tiny little ankle socks on the floor over there, moist little feet in my hands at one moment, a gorgeous twin sister playing with her feet at another; This was ecstasy!

At times, I would finger Tina’s wet pussy on the living room couch while underneath covers, with Lisa lying on the adjacent couch not 6 feet away from us on the other side of the room. Maybe Lisa fingered her own little pussy on that couch with Tina and I not being aware. I love pussy. Don’t get me wrong. But those little white ankle socks…

I knew that I had to secure myself a pair of Tina’s (or Lisa’s) socks. One night, we had just come home from drinking at a friend’s house when I decided this was the night I was going to get myself a pair of either sister’s little socks. I excused myself to the bathroom while Tina was lying on the couch watching an infomercial. As usual, Lisa was across the room on the other couch. I in fact did use the bathroom, but then took a chance and headed for the girls’ bedroom. Without any inhibition (due to my drunken state), I entered their room and flipped on the light. My world was just illuminated. Would I find a pair of those filthy little socks on the floor, or would I have to go into the clothes’ hamper?

I noticed a pair of white cotton panties near the floor of Lisa’s bed, and some worn designer jeans in the middle of the floor. But to my dismay, no dirty little socks anywhere. I looked left, and then right, and there it was: the home of so many soiled panties and socks, bras and t-shirts. I could not wait to dig in. I would have to hurry. I had been gone for some time now. I reached in and fumbled around. Jackpot! I pulled out a pair of dirty little white ankle socks. I quickly pressed the pair to my nose and inhaled like an experienced coke addict. Now this was getting me high! I then placed the treasure in my back pocket and returned downstairs. After lying with my beauty for about a half an hour more, I told her I had to go home. The best jack-off session of my life awaited me. I sniffed each sock passionately the entire drive home. And now, as I finish this episode, the pair of little white ankle socks are in front of me, just moments away from feeling the warmth of my cock.