With a soft sound, you leaned forward and gave a lick, running your tongue over those cute little yellow digits, where they poked out of the front of her sandals. Fluttershy made a low sound, and you looked up to see her blushing in embarrassment, turning her head to hide her face in her hair. She was so cute, when she did that.
You turned back to her feet, running your hands up her left calf until you found the buckles to her knee high, Roman-style sandals. You loosened the buckle and slid the garment off, freeing her foot. You paused momentarily to bury your nose inside the footwear, breathing in deeply, before letting it fall to the floor.
You lifted her foot in your hands, running your fingers dexterously over it’s smooth, soft skin. She gave a small “eep” of surprise, but you felt her wiggle her toes, pressing her foot into your touch, and smiled. Leaning back in, you ran your tongue slowly from her heel up to her toes, hearing her muffled giggle, mixed with a moan, and took her little digits into your mouth, sucking and licking at them.
She moaned softly, now, as your thumbs continued massaging the ball of her foot, and your mouth worked over her toes. You were in heaven. The musky smell, the taste. . . . you could sit her all day, simply worshiping her feet. However, a throbbing from your groin reminds you that part of you doesn’t want to sit here all day.
You take one of your hands away, reaching down and free your pulsing cock from it’s prison. You begin to softly stroke it as you keep licking and playing with her foot, the mixture of stimuli making your head spin. Even if the split in your awareness makes it difficult to focus on what you really want.
With a soft sound and a gentle caress, you feel her hand on your head and look up. She smiles at you and pulls her feet away. You make a low sound of distress, but she places her still shod foot against your chest, keeping you back with it as she reaches down and unbuckles the sandal from it. She draws the foot away, slipping off the shoe and letting it drop, before she scoots over and pats the bed beside her.
Without hesitating, you climb up beside her and sit facing her, your legs spread, your thick shaft throbbing where it sticks out of your trousers. She leans forward over you, her breath washing over your cock as she takes hold of your trousers with a soft touch. Smiling and blushing, she places a somehow chaste kiss on the head of your dick, before leaning back, slowly pulling down your pants. When they come off, she tosses them aside and leans back, putting her hands on the bed.
You watch in awe as her legs, long and slim, stretch out, and her supple soles and cute little toes reach for your shaft. As the gentle flesh touches your hot meat, you jerk, gasping in pleasure, and reach down a hand, softly stroking her foot as she begins to gently massage her soles over your shaft. You feel her arches brushing over your cock, as her toes clench and wiggle around you.
She shifts her position slightly, one foot sliding down until she’s rubbing it gently over your ballsack, while the other moves up your dick, running it lengthwise up the sole, and she wraps her toes over the head of your shaft, clenching them lightly, which drives another pleased groan from you.
She keeps that up for a bit, before sliding both feet down and using her toes to cup your balls, squeezing and massaging them gently. The pressure feels amazing, and your head goes back. As much as you want to watch, the pleasure is simply too great, and your body spasms slightly.
When you regain your ability to lean forward and look, you see a bit of white pre-cum dribbling from you cock, and she happily slides a foot up, rubbing her toes over it, and you watch, fascinated, as the fluids get spread over her sexy, cute little digits.
You bite your lip in exquisite agony as the boll of her other foot presses into your balls, applying pressure that is just on the right side of painful. You gasp between gritted teeth, your hips rocking of their own volition, your breathing fast and tight.
It won’t be long, now. . . .
Just as you feel the pleasure building to it’s inevitable crescendo, she pulls her lovely feet away, and you’re left gasping, unfinished. You look at her, pleading, and she smiles softly, gently. She rolls over onto her belly, lifting her legs slightly behind her, pressing her feet together, and looks over her shoulder at you.
Biting your lip, you rise to your knees, scooching up behind her. You take her beautiful feet in your hands, running your fingers over the lovingly. You can’t resist, and bend down, giving both of her soles and long, loving lick, before sitting up and bringing her feet down to your cock. You press the leaking tip against them from beneath, the pre-cum acting in it’s natural capacity as lube, and your dick slips between them easily.
Fluttershy gives a low moan, and you know it’s mostly for your benefit. She loves doing this with you, but it doesn’t give her that much pleasure. Rather she knows you like it, when she does that.
You don’t think too much about that, though. You have more important things to be doing.
Without any further ado, you being fucking your gorgeous partner’s sexy feet, your balls slapping against her bridges as your shaft slipped between them. You bit your lip, staving off a moan as you watched. She did not, and her sexy, cute voice hushed over your ears as she moaned and sighed in pleasure.
You felt it, that pressure building back up, low down in your groin. Your balls were aching with it, your pre-cum was spreading over her feet. You weren’t going to make it much longer.
With a final thrust, you pulled your cock out from between her feet and started stroking it. She rolled over, biting her lip and blushing intensely as you massaged your man meat over her sexy feet. Your hand moved like a blur, stroking you off, and, with a loud groan, you jerked, and a thick rope of your hot, sticky cum burst out, splattering over her feet.
As you floated in orgasmic bliss, your cock kept firing off rope after rope. The second had some distance, and landed heavily across her stomach, staining her t-shirt, and the third landed on her calf, the hot liquid running down the leg to drip off onto her sheets.
Your fourth and fifth shots lacked that kind of energy, and simply rolled out of your cock, landing thick and wet on her toes, which she wiggled in pleasure at the feeling.
Panting, you collapsed next to her, and she rolled over, nuzzling into your cheek, and gave you a small kiss there. You smiled softly and turned your head, meeting her lips, and the two of you drifted in the kiss for a while. You knew it wasn’t over yet. You hadn’t done anything for her, afterall, and it would only be kind to do so. . . .
