Toes a la Mode (Ma Cheri)

"Explode as many times as you like," Mike said, "I'll still be here.
You can count on that."

"Oh, myyy....." she sighed, "Really? I can have as many orgasms as I
like, and you'll stay right there and keep giving them to me? Sounds
like boasting to me," she laughed.

"Cheri," he replied, looking very serious, "I'm going to try my best
to make you as happy and satisfied as I possibly can...and my dick
won't even come out of my pants. I really love doing what I'm about to
do for you, and I'll be happy to take my time, and work hard to see if
I can make you explode over and over again. And I'll just keep at it
until either you BEG me to stop, or until I pass out from exhaustion.
So...if you'll allow me, I'll begin with this still sticky foot
here...and I won't stop licking until I'm all the way up there." He
pointed at her skirt, where her balled fists were once again pressing
it between her legs.

Gently massaging her calf, he tilted his head to the side and smiled.
"Should I begin?" he asked.

Cheri could only nod.

Grinning, Mike looked down at the multicolored foot. Then, with a soft
sigh, he got his mouth busy. As he savored that luscious foot, he
stared directly up Cheri's legs, looking up her skirt...leering at
her...making obvious eye contact. He made a point of staring directly
between her thighs as his tongue licked suggestively along the side of
her foot and between her toes. Cheri was already dripping and sighing
long before a single sticky toe entered his mouth.

Everything Mike did the first time around on her first foot, he
duplicated for her second pretty ped. But, this time, he made sure he
maintained eye contact. He teased more, deliberately trying to drive
her insane. His reasoning was that if his wild, out of control
slurping of her foot turned her on so much, then this calculated
erotic teasing should make her so hot she'd grab his head at some
point and shove it between her legs....and that was a place he
definitely wanted to be.

Cheri's eyes were riveted on Mike. She wanted to close them, but she
just couldn't. His eyes glinted with pure, erotic glee as they drilled
directly into her own, making the very idea of looking away or
shutting her fluttering lids a complete impossibility. All she could
do was stare as his mouth did wondrous things all over her foot.

Whenever he licked anywhere on her foot, he first grinned at her, then
slowly brought his tongue to bear on the desired spot. He licked so
slowly that a complete trip from heel to toes took many delicious
seconds. When he licked between her toes, he'd first kiss every inch
of the toe, then lick from the base to tip with just the very tip of
his tongue. Just licking a single toe took several minutes. He tried
massaging the sole of her foot with his flattened tongue, moving it in
wide circles, then smaller ones. As she watched his head moving around
and around, his eyes still bored into hers, and the warmth of his
tongue started that wonderful prickling electricity up her legs and
between them.

Still mesmerized by Mike's foot worship prowess, Cheri's chest began
to heave when he started nibbling her toes. He put her first three
toes into his mouth and lightly chewed them, working his teeth gently
into the toe flesh, moving them around in his mouth with his teeth.
Her toes trapped in the warm cavern of his mouth increased the
electric charge centered in her honeypot. Much more of this, and she
wouldn't be able to say no to him licking her pussy. In fact, she'd
strangle him if he DIDN'T eat it!


After chewing the last two toes, he licked and slurped up the now
liquefied ice cream from all her toes, making sure Cheri could see
every exaggerated movement of his mouth on them. Then he did as
before, licking her foot completely, even along the edges and tips of
her blue toenails. Cheri nearly had to ball her fists in her crotch
again as she watched his head move back and forth with his tongue
gliding along the tips of her nails.

His oral servicing of this foot took longer than the first
time...because he was purposely being erotic about it. He was much
more in control of himself this second time around, despite the
erection that throbbed in his pants. He even made comments as he
worshipped her foot. Comments like, "Mmmm...this toe looks so tasty. I
simply must suck it", or...."Such a sweet sole. I hope you don't mind
if I lick it all night," or...."God, Cheri, you have the sexiest feet
I've ever seen. Thank you for letting me worship them," all made her
squirm and moisten. Oh, yeah, she was definitely letting him get
between her legs. And after all this sexual torture, if he even
THOUGHT about backing out on his other oral commitments...he was
DEFINITELY dead meat!!

Mike finished by working his way slowly and softly along her instep,
licking up every last drop of ice cream and syrup. The last parts of
her foot he tasted were her heel and ankles. He sucked them all, then
licked them dry. When he was done, he held her foot up in front of
him, proudly displaying his thoroughness to Cheri's hazy eyes. She
wanted to tell him what a nice job he'd done, but her mouth felt numb,
dry as a desert. And she didn't want to waste her breath trying to
speak. It was hard enough to breathe as it was.

Before she knew it, Mike was kissing the lower part of her calf. The
tingling moved from her toes to her calves, following the path of his
hot, sexy lips.. As she watched, he lifted her other leg and
alternated back and forth, kissing one calf then the other....back and
forth...back and forth, each kiss a little higher up her calf than the
last. She barely noticed his slow progress up her calves...at least
not consciously. But, subconsciously, her body was responding to every
kiss and nibble. Each one made her heart pound harder, beat faster.
Each made the wetness just below her navel become more pronounced.
Each made her want more.

Before she knew it, Mike's leering face was halfway up her thighs,
licking and kissing her inner thighs with a definite purpose, a sweet
goal. His eyes still held hers, even when his lips sucked at the soft
flesh of her thighs, roaming ever upward. The trembling of her body
was almost visible now.

Time seemed to stand still, but yet that stimulating mouth inched ever
closer to her slickened honeypot. Mike was all eyes, lips and tongue,
all of them advancing on her erotic portal. When his soft lips had
reached the hem of her skirt, she knew damn well she wasn't going to
be able to resist him if he went further. She had no desire to resist
him. What that talented mouth offered was something she'd been wanting
since he first kissed her feet in the theater.

Mike's hands gently pushed her skirt up, exposing more thigh to his
lips and tongue. Cheri gasped as she saw the skirt hiked all the way
up to her hips, and even further, exposing her soft, cotton panties.
Mike saw the wet spot and smiled. Cheri knew in an instant what he was
smiling at, but didn't care. She was too erotically charged to even
think about that wet spot. With any luck, those panties would be
history in a second anyway.

Mike ended any doubts Cheri might have had about wanting her pussy
devoured when he pushed her legs back and leaned into her, his tongue
licking the juncture where her thighs met her carpeted mound. Each
slow lick drained any resistance from her mind and body. She just
sighed and surrendered. She couldn't have stopped him now if she'd
wanted to.

As she looked down at him, her legs up and slightly spread apart, he
kissed the wet spot on her panties, then pulled his head back to look
deeply and meaningfully into her eyes. Cheri couldn't quite figure out
what was going on behind those eyes, but whatever it was, she wanted
to experience it. When Mike spoke, she was already lost in fantasy of
what was to come, and it startled her.

"Last chance," he said softly. "It's now or never. Do I go on...or do
I stop here, Cheri? Your call."

Cheri laughed a low, quiet laugh. She didn't have the power to resist
him, and she was sure he knew it as well as she did. She tried to
speak, but when she could only muster a sigh, she gave up. Staring
into his warm, playful eyes, she smiled softly. Saying nothing, she
lifted her hips off the sofa, knowing he'd understand.

With a smile, Mike reached up and grasped her panties at her hips. He
slowly lowered them, inch by inch, over her buttocks, down her thighs,
along her calves, and over her feet. Away they went, no longer keeping
her delicate flower hidden from his searching eyes...and hungry mouth.

Mike grabbed Cheri's hips and pulled her forward, to the edge of the
sofa. Then he spread her legs wide, slowly, revealing her secret
treasure. Cheri put one leg on the back of the sofa, the other she
stretched out to her side, her bare foot bracing it on the floor. With
her bottom near the edge of the sofa, her glistening, tufted slit was
revealed for Mike's approving eyes to adore. He instantly got as hard
as titanium, the vessels of his shaft throbbing with every beat of his
heart.

As if her lifting her hips wasn't enough of a green light, Cheri,
moaning and sighing, reached for Mike's head. Her splayed, grasping
fingers wanted to feel his head held firmly, inescapably, by
them...wanted to guide that head between her legs, put his lips where
she needed them most. Mike was only too willing. He leaned forward so
her hands could have their wish. As soon as he did, he felt his head
locked in their grasp, his face being pulled down between her sweating
thighs.

The scent of her lubricating love juices became stronger as his
nostrils neared their source. His mind swam with lust and animal
desire as his lips approached that soft, pink reward. Cheri pulled
those lips down...down into her soft, moist sex. As he'd done earlier
in the car with Cheri's foot, Mike lost control. With his head
reeling, he plunged his face and lips into her flower and kissed it
madly, panting and sighing loudly as his lips explored it so, so
thoroughly.

Finally, they'd both gotten exactly what they'd hoped for. Mike's
happy mouth began exploring Cheri's equally ecstatic pussy lips and
the soft folds they protected. For the third time that day, Mike's
hungry mouth was devouring a part of Cheri, but this time the object
he feasted upon was more satisfying than ever....for both of them.

Cheri sunk into a deep, trancelike state as Mike's mouth explored her
yearning honeypot. Although she hadn't been totally honest with
herself about it, she'd not only been hoping for this all day, but
she'd actually been steering Mike toward this very thing. It was part
of her fantasy of being orally worshipped by a man, having him start
at her feet and worship her with his hungry, adoring lips and tongue,
from her playful toes all the way up to her steaming, dew-dropped
petals. She'd never had a man truly worship her in this way, and her
subconscious was not going to allow this opportunity to pass, no
matter how much she would dispute that consciously. As soon as she
first felt Mike's mouth on that first sticky foot, she knew deep in
her soul that she would claim his oral talents for other pleasures.
His exploring tongue between her legs was exactly what she wanted, and
now that she had it, she was going to enjoy it for all it was worth.

Mike's state was not trancelike. What had begun as a pussy-tasting
frenzy slowly evolved into a thorough, mellow savoring of Cheri's
succulent sex. Once the initial passionate heat of the moment subsided
enough for him to again gain control of himself, he'd made himself
comfortable between her legs and began to slowly explore the folds of
her pussy, his lips sucking the moist flesh, taking them into his
mouth to enjoy their full flavor. His tongue roamed freely, but
discreetly at first. It's initial barging was replaced by tongue-tip
searching, a sojourn of discovery...finding all of Cheri's favorite,
most sensitive spots. Her sighs and moans told him of his tongue's
successful probings, and he committed each spot to memory for future
use...if he was ever so lucky again.

His fingers spread her wide, the glistening petals opening to reveal
the beautiful pathway to her molten core. Her pouting erotic portal
lay openly exposed before his admiring eyes. With just the tip of his
tongue, he circled again and again the very outer edge of that
beckoning cavern. Cheri's fingers dug just a bit deeper into his
scalp.

Slowly he worked his tongue inside, licking just inside that sensitive
edge. Again he circled his tongue repeatedly. Again she moaned her
approval. Every so often he would remove his tongue and kiss the soft
pink flesh surrounding her enticing opening. All the while he kept his
fingers kneading that flesh ever so slightly, keeping her nest awash
in sensation. After a few kisses had been deservedly administered to
her flower, his tongue once again slithered inside her. He sent his
tongue into her slowly, pushing it forward millimeter by millimeter,
each time circling it within her, the stiffened tip gliding along her
inner walls.

Cheri's opening seemed to be filled with more than just Mike's tongue.
It seemed to be humming with a low but steady, tingling energy. Those
multiple sparks apparently ignited synapses throughout her body, as
various parts of her jerked and twitched involuntarily. Other than her
hands holding his head firmly in place, the only muscles performing
properly were those between her hips and her knees. She used those
muscles to again raise her bottom off the sofa, trying to push her
tongue filled opening more firmly against Mike's face, thereby driving
that tongue deeper still. Raging hormones rushed to meet the urgings
of her loins, the ensuing liquids building up in her pussy in hopes of
surging into Mike's attentive mouth at some point in the very near
future. Her thrusting hips pushed her sex into his face, while her
clutching hands pulled his face into her burning sex. She couldn't get
his tongue far enough into her, though she never for a second gave up
trying.

Mike was in Heaven. Cheri's incredibly delicious honeypot was a treat
beyond his expectations. His tongue loved every bit of soft flesh,
every drop of liquid, it encountered. He stuck his tongue out as far
as he could get it and licked deep inside Cheri's smoldering chasm.
Her sighs were staggered and choppy. Her thighs vibrated. She
squirmed. All those things made him feel incredible, knowing what he
was doing to her. He sighed himself. He sucked her for all he was
worth. He was trying so hard to get his tongue further and further
into her, that the base of it actually started to ache. It didn't
matter. Feeling her squirm and jerk more than made up for it. Tasting
her deepest inner walls was worth almost anything. Any discomfort
paled next to the pleasures of licking her deeply.

With her softly carpeted mound mashed against his sucking face, Mike,
too, began to enter a hypnotic world. His liquefied mind was thinking
about how incredible this all was...how lucky he was to be pleasing
Cheri this way. He even started to think that this is what he had been
searching for all these years...the perfect woman...his foot
goddess...the woman who wanted his mouth working nonstop from her feet
to her pleading, pouting slit. He felt like he belonged here, his
tongue stretched out, his head moving tirelessly between Cheri's legs.
What a totally awesome feeling it was! One that he would be
disappointed to give up. One he would be devastated not to have again.
He wondered if Cheri felt the same way, if she'd want him to worship
her feet and pussy again...and again.

Cheri was nearing orgasm. She cooed, sighed, gasped, squirmed and
jerked. She never wanted to let Mike's head go. She wanted to keep it
right where it was for years...decades...the rest of her life. He was
so incredibly patient in his oral explorations. His tongue was so
sweetly attentive...sometimes playful, other times bold. And he always
seemed to know which was needed at any given time. She could tell how
turned on he was, how hungry for her. He was panting almost as much as
she was, and she loved that eating her was such a turn on for him as
well. Most men agreed to do it, though it was generally mostly a chore
for them. But Mike actually seemed to be getting off on licking her.
That excited her even more, sending her reeling mind careening toward
ecstasy.

Mike knew that by now Cheri's swollen bulb must be begging for
attention. After hours of having her feet licked and sucked, and now
her dripping sex being likewise attended to, it had to be ripe for
plundering. He took his tongue out of the warmth of her vaginal canal
and quickly aimed his mouth at her clit. He put his lips around it,
but did not suck. Rather, he gently licked it with just the tip of his
tongue. Cheri's response was immediate. "Oh my God!" she gasped, as
her body convulsed from her shoulders to her knees. Her toes were
curled so tightly that they looked as though they were frozen that
way.

Mike attacked her clit again, licking faster...and just a bit more
insistently. Again Cheri shuddered, but she could only manage a
gasping, "Ohh....ohhhhhhh......ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Her once spread legs
wrapped around Mike's body, helping her hands hold him in place for as
long as was needed. Mike continued to lap at the intense itch that
irritated her sensitized nub. Cheri bucked herself furiously against
his face, using it to try to scratch that infuriating itch once and
for all. Mike tried to slip his fingers into her as he sucked her, but
he was holding on to her ass for dear life, and moving his hands was a
complete impossibility.

Finally, he locked his lips tightly around her clit, sucked hard,
battered it incessantly with the tip of his tongue. He let his teeth
graze the area around it as he sucked and licked. Cheri had a strong
muscle spasm in her thighs and the muscles of her ass clenched as
tightly as those of her toes. Her fingers dug deeply into Mike's
scalp, the nails thankfully stopping short of drawing blood. She
moaned loudly, "Ohhhh.....Goddddddddddd.... oh
my.......Godddddddddddd......oh,
Mike..........Mike..............I'm.............yes! yes! YES!!"

Her warm fluids spilled into Mike's face, protecting his skin somewhat
from the grinding pubic hairs. Some he was able to quickly swallow as
her gushing sex squirmed all over his face, but the rest bathed him in
its sticky sweetness. He loved both. And when she came, moaning and
panting, screaming and thrusting, the sheer pleasure of it all washed
over Mike like the surge of a crashing waterfall. He had so enjoyed
eating Cheri that he, too, had an incredible orgasm. It felt
wonderful, rewarding, completely fulfilling. He would later regret the
fact that he was still wearing his jeans, as the large volume of
seminal fluid he'd ejaculated left a wide stain on both his underwear
and his jeans. At the time, however, he didn't care even a tiny bit.

Mike continued to lick and suck Cheri's button as she bathed him in
her fluids. She jerked and screamed throughout her bucking ride. He
also continued to send spurt after spurt of his own juices into the
already spreading stain on his jeans. He sighed onto her clit, gasping
and bucking his hips almost in unison with hers. Any moans or gasps
that escaped his lips were immediately muffled by the flesh of Cheri's
thoroughly happy honeypot.

When both male and female spurting sex organs had slowed to a
trembling dribble, Mike and Cheri slumped tired and weak. Cheri sunk
deeper into the sofa and pillows. Mike's face lay weakly on Cheri's
soaked mound, his panting breaths causing tiny ripples in her soft
curls. Both grinned like loons, though neither could see the other's
face.

Finally, Mike had enough energy to lift himself off Cheri's glorious
treasure and roll over onto the floor next to the sofa. He lay there
on his back, lungs sucking hard to get enough air into them. Then
Cheri rolled over on the sofa and looked down at him. She was smiling
softly, her face flushed with satisfaction...glowing with pleasure.