Toes a la Mode (Ma Cheri)

Cheri's feet were eager for attention. While she enjoyed Mike's look
of rapt attention and his heaving chest, she grew impatient for the
feasting to begin. As he held her foot once again by the heel, she
decided to wake him from his adoring trance and get his hot mouth
busy. She shook her foot in his grasp, rotating it, bouncing it up and
down enthusiastically, moving it all about with enough energy to make
her impatience known.

Mike chuckled, finally aware of what he was doing...or NOT doing...and
just how eager Cheri was for it to begin. He looked directly into her
eyes and raised her foot slowly up to his lips. Keeping his eyes fixed
on hers, he gently kissed the tip of each toe. Cheri's mouth dropped
open ever so slightly and she sighed. Mike saw her eyelids flutter.
Her chest rose and fell more rapidly. Although her fluttering eyelids
seemed to be getting heavier, her dilated pupils watched every move
Mike's lips made. Like him, she couldn't believe this was finally
happening...a cute foot guy adoring her feet. And to think, not too
long ago she had prepared herself for a confrontation with him, and
even considered rearranging his testicles if he had balked at the
sight of her feet. Wow, she thought, how quickly things change.

As Cheri watched, Mike kissed her sticky sole from toes to heel, up
and around the sides, both ankles and even the back of her foot just
above her heel. He held her leg straight out in front of him, lowered
it a bit, bent his head down and adoringly kissed her instep, from
just above her ankles all the way to the tops of her toes. To Cheri it
looked so romantic, so erotic...as if Mike was her long enamored lover
worshipping her feet as a prelude to ravishing her sexually for many
lust-filled hours. Watching him kiss her instep like that was making
another part of her wet and sticky.

Mike kissed every inch of her foot, his lips caressing gently at
first, his kisses soft and eminently respectful. But as his passion
grew, the kisses became more erotic, more needful...more lusty.
Closed-mouth puckered-lip kisses worshipped her foot, but were
eventually replaced by more insistent, openmouthed kisses. He kissed
her foot as a man would ravish the lips of a lover. He held her foot
tightly to his mouth, pressing his lips hard into her flesh, his
panting breath warming the cold ice cream almost as much as his lips
did.

Cheri squirmed when Mike's tongue became bold enough to join in the
festivities. Up until now, he'd only kissed her feet, as he had in the
theater. But now, just the sight of his tongue beginning to become
interested was enough to make her bite her lower lip. God, how she
wanted him to hurry...how badly she wanted to feel that hot, wet
tongue all over her feet, gliding and snaking along, licking and
tasting. Her dripping flower began to burn, an insistent itch
commencing deep inside her.

Then it happened. Mike's tongue started taking slow, tentative licks
along the undersides of her toes. Those first gentle licks sent sparks
prickling up her legs directly to her soft, pink core. She sighed, her
eyes riveted on his pink, wet tongue and the licking motion of his
head. The heat of his mouth and breath on her toes was making her
giddier than she'd been in a long, long time.

When Mike's tongue snaked between her toes, she started to feel woozy.
All she could do was pant, sweat, tremble and watch his mouth on her
foot. At first she saw just the tip of his tongue peek through between
her second and third toes. Her lungs somehow skipped a breath or two.
Then he pushed his tongue further between her toes, the increased
thickness of the back portion of it forcing her toes further apart.
She barely breathed at all when his probing tongue pulsed and writhed
in that tight space. It seemed to undulate as it searched for the
taste of her flesh...and, perhaps, of the ice cream and hot fudge. The
more that tongue boldly barged between her toes, the more her thumping
heart threatened to burst beneath her heaving breast.

By now, most of the ice cream was beginning to dry on her feet, as was
the syrup. It didn't matter. If anything, it pleased Mike even more
that way. That meant he'd have to lick all the harder...and he didn't
mind that a bit. After he thoroughly licked the sticky vanilla and
chocolate mixture from between Cheri's toes, he did something he never
thought of before...and had no idea what made him do it. He just felt
like he wanted to rub his lips along the insides of Cheri's toes. He
felt there would be something sensual about it...and he turned out to
be right. He took each toe individually, pulling the toes on either
side of it away from it, bent it slightly toward him, and just put his
lips around it from the side, those soft lips barely touching it, and
slid them slowly up and down the toe. He loved the feel of his lips
just slowly caressing her toes one by one. It turned out to be an
awesome sensation...for both of them.

When Mike started rubbing his lips along her toes, Cheri at first
thought she was going to get bored with it, and she would have to
again make her desires known. But each and every toe tingled when he
held it and brushed his lips along it. His hot, panting breath bathed
her toes and the spaces between them and felt incredible. Warm breath
against ice cream cooled flesh was a most sensual contradiction in
sensations. And watching Mike's eyes as he lip-massaged each toe
caused a definite yearning between Cheri's trembling thighs. His soft,
warm lips squeezing between her toes was maddeningly sensual. She
wondered how much of this she could take before she outright raped
this man.

Mike thoroughly enjoyed rubbing his lips along Cheri's toes. It turned
out to be such a delight squeezing and forcing them into those warm
spaces, and once again sighing on her toes. He'd long since licked
away most of the fast food dessert from her toes, and his lips got to
experience the soft flesh of her beautiful feet. Every cycle of his
lips along a toe made the throbbing between his legs more intense. His
crotch was getting extremely uncomfortable. He wasn't sure if he could
take much more...but he was willing to risk anything to continue
worshipping Cheri's feet. It didn't seem like any other course of
action could possibly be an option he could live with.

After his lips had savored her toes, Mike's mouth sent an urgent
signal to his brain. It was hungry, and it wanted her toes deep inside
it. Unable to resist, he gave it its wish. The synaptic command which
sent the message to his brain was a sudden one. Mike's lips were
gently stroking a toe when suddenly his mouth opened and swooped down
on that toe, sucking it inside, lips again sliding up and down the
toe, but this time with the toe completely in his mouth, his cheeks
pulled in with the force of his sucking. He panted and sighed as his
mouth moved from toe to toe, sucking them hungrily, gently chewing the
pads, licking the undersides of each, moaning as his mouth had its
way. He sucked her toes passionately, like a man who's mouth was now
calling the shots and he was just along for the ride. He'd hoped to do
this much more sensually...romantically...but when his passion
overcame him, that became all but impossible. He could only hope she
wouldn't mind too much.

Cheri watched in awe as Mike went from gently massaging her toes with
his soft, warm lips, to sucking them like a hungry animal. She
squirmed and purred like a kitten as she saw his head darting about,
his mouth sliding from toe to toe, sucking, licking, even lightly
scraping his teeth along her toes, gently chewing the tips. Every now
and then he even made slurping noises as he sucked, or in his fevered
movement a toe would pop out of his mouth, only to be hungrily sucked
back into it. Cheri's eyes glazed over during this wild toe-sucking
frenzy, just knowing how much Mike was enjoying it. She became all too
aware of how her sexual fires were being fanned into a blazing
inferno, and was afraid once again that she might begin ripping Mike's
clothes off, or rip her own off to see what else Mike might like to
suck on.

Panting as if he'd just run a three minute mile, Mike had a moment of
minimal control and forced his mouth away from Cheri's toes. Although
this stopped the hormonal flow both of them were experiencing, it was
an actual relief to them. It gave their skyrocketing libidos a chance
to stabilize, their hyperactive hearts, lungs and sex organs a chance
to take stock of their out of control, rampaging situation and try to
achieve equilibrium. If the manic toe sucking had gone on even a few
minutes more, the point of no return would've been a thing of the
past. In short, Mike's mouth ceasing its assault on Cheri's toes kept
the two of them from raping each other in the parking lot of the
Burger Barn.

Mike sat there, staring at Cheri's now wetly glistening toes. He
slowly regained some composure. He stared in wonder at her still
incredibly tempting toes, even moreso without the ice cream combo
masking their sensual beauty. He loved the idea that the shine on her
toes was from his own lucky mouth. And he beamed with a certain pride
to see that he'd sucked and licked away the dribbled ice cream from
every nook and cranny of her toes, all the way down to a good portion
of the ball of her foot. He sighed. Surely, he thought, he must be the
luckiest man in the known universe.

Cheri was likewise staring at her toes. The ice cream and hot fudge
was completely gone from every inch of them. The sticky, and now
hardening, sundae combination was absent from her toes all the way to
about a half inch beyond the base of her toes, well below the juncture
of her toes with her instep. With a shiver of sheer delight, Cheri
noticed this, amazed at how thoroughly Mike had managed to remove the
two sweet treats from such a large area in his toe-sucking frenzy. Her
blue toenails even shined brightly, as if she'd just painted them. It
made her smile. She wanted to jump up and hug him long and hard, but
she was too weakly mellow to do anything but sigh and grin.

Mike's eyes, admiring his handiwork on Cheri's toes, suddenly caught
sight of something that made them become sharp focused, piercing, his
brow knitting together tightly, giving his face a look of
determination. Cheri squirmed when she saw that look, particularly
since it was accompanied by a truly wicked grin. Mike raised and
lowered his eyebrows in rapid succession, looking for all the world
like a bearded Snidely Whiplash. All that was missing was the
trademark "Nyah ah ah..." Mike was obviously planning something, and
from the trajectory of his gaze, Cheri knew in a flash that it had to
do with, happily, her once again gleefully wiggling tootsies. Another
oral attack on her "sundae feet" must surely be in the offing.

"This isn't right," Mike said, his lips curling into an even more
lascivious grin, if such was possible.

Tingling, Cheri asked, "And what might that be, Mike? What's not
right? Do tell."

"Well, look," he said, pretending to be outraged at some unacceptable
circumstance, "look at your foot. The toes are so nice and clean
now....not a drop of ice cream sundae to be found. But look
here...look at those cream and syrup covered soles. Why, that's just
not acceptable!" Again he made with the Snidely Whiplash eyebrows.
Cheri giggled and squirmed.

"Well, my hot mouthed hero, I suppose it behooves you to do something
about that little problem, now, doesn't it?" Cheri could be just as
much the hammy actor as Mike was.

"Mmm...yes...I do feel obligated to make all things equal. Your toes
are so nice and dessert free now. But the rest of your foot definitely
does need to be tended to. After all, I do pride myself on the
thoroughness of my work." Once more the eyebrow dance...and a wide,
wicked grin. Obviously, Mike was becoming very comfortable with
things...not the slightest hint of embarrassment or hesitation
anymore. Licking his lips, he asked, "May I begin, Ms Cheri?"

"Oh," she said, her entire body quivering, "I insist. You can't
possibly leave my feet as they are." It took every ounce of strength
she had to keep from laughing out loud as she continued. Shaking her
finger sternly at Mike, her face adopted the look of a stern mother
scolding her child. "Don't you dare stop, either, until every bit of
ice cream is completely licked off my feet. And you might want to
hurry, because it's getting very hard and sticky. Well...what are you
waiting for? Begin, Michael...lick like a good boy!"

It was Mike's turn to stifle a laugh. In his excitement, he was short
of breath, and the laugh would've sounded stupid anyway, so stifling
it was the best possible thing he could do. But it didn't matter
anyway, because his eyes were already hungrily eyeing her ice cream
coated sole.

Again he raised her foot, holding the sole directly in front of his
face. His eyes traced the cream and brown colored drips and smears.
His mouth planned its attack. His tongue squirmed impatiently in his
mouth. He looked around one side of Cheri's foot to see her face. She
was again biting her lip. Her eyes seemed intently focused on her
foot...with him directly behind it. One last Snidely Whiplash
impersonation, and he moved his head back behind her foot. She could
only see the outer edges of his cheeks, his ears and a few unruly
strands of hair behind her expectant foot. The suspense was killing
her.

Then, thankfully, she saw the slightest of movement. Then she felt
something hot and wet on the bottom of her heel. Slowly, that hot, wet
sensation climbed from her heel up her sticky sole to the ball of her
foot. Then it stopped. Mike's head moved again. The moist warmth began
again at her heel, and again slowly inched up to the ball of her foot.
Over and over that same warm sensation traveled heel to ball. Five
times, ten times... twenty...over and over. Long, slow, continuous
heat bathed her sole from heel to base of the toes time after time.
Cheri knew what must be happening, even though she couldn't see it.
She closed her eyes and imagined she could watch what Mike was doing,
but mostly she just enjoyed the feel of it.

Mike flattened out his tongue and licked ever so slowly from Cheri's
heel to the base of her toes, licking up the spilled sundae treat from
her sole in one long, continuous lick after another. He pressed his
tongue hard against her sole and licked in a slow, graceful, fluid
motion. Only when his tongue approached her toes could he see over
them to steal glances at her face. Her eyes were shut and her mouth
open, low sighs exiting it with almost every breath.

Since she was enjoying it so much, he licked her sole like that some
fifteen or twenty times. Although it took quite a while, slowly, over
time, he was able to lick off almost all the sticky cream/syrup combo,
but a few dabs and smears were not so accommodating. Some drips and
blops were hardened and more stubborn. This was not a problem, but
rather a welcome challenge for Mike, who thoroughly enjoyed licking
Cheri's foot. He merely abandoned the long, slow, gentle licking
process and hardened his tongue, making it stiff and firm. He then
attacked those stubborn spots with short, rapid licks, intended to
loosen the dried ice cream. The still more recalcitrant spots were
bored into with a well-moistened, ultra-firm tongue tip...hard and
rapid licks usually doing the job nicely.

Lulled into a dreamlike state by Mike's slow sole licks, Cheri was
gently nudged awake by his more determined lapping as he tried to
remove the sticky dessert from the bottom of her foot to restore it to
its former pristine beauty. Her eyes now open, she had to look. She
had to see him licking her foot. She'd dreamed of this so many times
that she just couldn't miss it now. Luckily, Mike was beginning to
lick hard at the area where the side of her foot met the sole, all
around the edge.

He looked like he was getting passionate about it again, his head
moving briskly and sharply as he licked. She watched his head bob and
weave as his tongue found more cream and syrup to lick at. Up and
down, side to side, went his head, over and over, as the warmth of his
tongue and his breath continued to make her foot tingle. On quite a
few occasions, he sucked at the edge of her foot, lips, tongue and
even teeth savoring all the way from her big toe down to her heel, and
back up from her heel to her "baby" toe. All the while his eyes were
focused on her foot. Sometimes they glazed over, or shut for a moment
or two, but mostly they admired her foot as his mouth stimulated it.
Every time he licked or sucked any part of her foot, Cheri's mind
wondered what that mouth could do for her if she was to direct it
between her thighs instead of her toes.

Mike started slurping and licking madly again, his mouth moving over
every inch of her foot. He was totally into it, panting and sighing,
lapping, sucking and chewing at her foot. He licked her sole spotless,
then the sides and ankles. His tongue worked easier, softer strokes on
her instep, as the drips here seemed to lick up more easily. His
tongue worked harder above her heel, and when all was said and done,
you wouldn't have known Cheri had poured melted ice cream sundae on
her foot at all. Only the occasional wisp of chocolate syrup deep in a
pore or wrinkle would give it away, and only to the most keen
observer. As a final touchup, Mike even licked on and around Cheri's
toenails, ostensibly to be thorough, but mostly just because he wanted
to. He liked the new shine his licking had given them. It was like
some kind of visual proof of a job well done...not to mention just
plain fun.

Weakly, Cheri raised her arm and looked at her watch. She was curious
how long Mike had been worshipping her foot. Her eyes grew wide and
her jaw dropped. It was almost 6:30 PM! That meant that Mike had been
licking her foot for well over an hour! She jiggled her arm, shaking
the watch, as if something inside it must not be working right. But
all was working just fine.

She looked down at Mike, incredulous. She intended to tell him about
the time, but when she finally focused on his face, she put her hand
to her mouth, forcing back yet another giggle. The tip of Mike's nose,
and his face from his mouth to his chin, plus a good portion of both
cheeks, was smeared and stained with the sticky ice cream mixture he'd
licked off her foot. His beard and mustache were crusted with it, the
short, stiff hairs splayed out in all directions. It appeared the
sweet dessert hadn't been licked off Cheri's foot at all, but rather
had abandoned it in favor of a new home on Mike's happy face. He was a
comical sight to behold.

But he was grinning from ear to ear...and beaming with pride.

That grin, his ice cream smeared face, and just knowing what he'd done
for her neglected foot, all caught up to Cheri. Her body suddenly grew
hot. Her heart thudded against her ribcage like a prisoner pounding on
the bars of his prison. She quivered from head to toe. But this time,
the majority of the quivering, the moisture, and the intense
heat...was directly between her legs. She put her feet, one licked
clean, the other still coated in sticky sweets, soles down on Mike's
lap, pressed firmly against his right thigh. She clamped her legs
together tightly and bit her lip hard, trying to quell the burning
tide rising between her vibrating thighs. It wasn't working. She was
so horny she wanted to grab Mike by the ears and ram that wonderful
tongue directly into her sweet, wet honeypot. It was frustration in
the extreme.

Mike was taken aback when Cheri ripped her foot from his hands and
pressed it hard against his thigh. At first he thought he'd done
something wrong. But when he saw the clenched thighs, the chewed lip
and the look in her eyes he knew what was happening. He'd seen that
look before, though not nearly as often as he'd have liked to. She was
horny...very, VERY horny. And that made him smile...because he was
horny, too. His penis was pressed so tightly against the crotch of his
pants that he didn't think the denim could take the strain. At any
rate, he was thrilled that his worshipping of Cheri's foot had done as
much for her as it had for him.