From a different perspective

Tim had just returned from the bathroom, taking his time to escape another one of Ms. Jones’ boring lectures about the evolution of the English language and the major tragedies written in the past. The biggest tragedy of all, in his opinion, was a hot piece of ass like her teaching something so deadpan and everything but exciting. He loathed that every girl in his class was pretty cute in their own right, but Ms. Jones definitely was the best looking.

Long blond hair, fair skin, a very small amount of makeup just to make her eyes more prominent, and a bombshell figure. It didn’t help that she was definitely dressed for the weather with a baby blue tank top, white denim shorts, and cute sandals she would occasionally slip off while sitting in her chair. It drove Tim mad watching her perfect, lavender toes wiggle and stretch from the far end of the classroom.

All he could do was watch, watch as all the girls unknowingly teased him by playing with their shoes underneath their desks. And being that great in the back, he had the best view of their soles scrunching and rubbing on whatever was near them. One girl in particular caught his attention about four seats in front of him, Emily, who he could sum up easily as a smaller Ms. Jones.

Emily wore a white T-shirt, leggings, and camouflage flip flops. She would slap them against her creamy, pale soles before sliding them off to itch the ball of one foot with the toes of the other. Instead of putting her shoes back on, she continued rubbing her feet against each other. But then Tim noticed something off going on, barely thinking straight with his arousal, as Emily’s left foot started moving in the opposite direction, spastic and violent.

Tim looked up and saw that Emily seemed pretty oblivious to what was happening until she felt a tug on her ankle. Looking down, it looked like her left foot was trying to pull itself free as it continuously jerked out from under the desk. Confused, Emily just reached her hand down and swatted her out of control foot hoping to stop the spasms.

As Tim looked around, he saw a couple girls holding their ankles, scratching and swatting just as Emily was; even Ms. Jones pulled off one of her sandals and started rubbing her sole. Tim would’ve been concerned if he wasn’t so turned on and kind of sat back to enjoy the show of all the moving feet in the classroom.

Then, as if some sort of suction cup had been pulled off glass, a pop sound was heard as Emily’s foot had managed to free itself from her body. She shrieked and tried to catch it but to no avail; her foot was hopping straight towards Tim’s desk. The whole class briefly looked at Emily, then to their own feet as more pops were heard followed by more screams.

Emily’s foot jumped onto Tim’s desk, which he sat and stared at in awe at her toes tapping on the wooden surface before him.

“Tim! Quit staring you creep and grab it!” Emily screamed as her other foot started to pull itself free.

Tim, unable to act, was suddenly blinded as her foot jumped on his face. He sat and pulled at the foot, his own screams muffled by Emily’s soft sole. Tim was then **** out of his chair as several other feet started to jump on him. Struggling to breathe as he had the wind knocked out of him and his airways blocked off by the foot on his face, Tim fought less and less against the feet planting themselves on his body. Realizing its captive was no longer resisting, Emily’s foot eased up its hold on Tim’s face and gently tried to stick her toes in his mouth.

He turned his head and saw Ms. Jones in her chair trying to calm the students, but he couldn’t hear anything she was saying over the screaming. Miraculously, a boy who had been sleeping through the first half of the chaos was just now waking up, saw what was happening, and went to make a run for the door. Ms. Jones started screaming as her own feet had flown off her legs and managed to tackle the boy as he went out the door.

Tim realized that his dream was coming true in its own horrific way as he felt a pressure on his bulge; some girl’s foot started to slide off his sweatpants and began stroking his pulsing member. Deciding deep down in his consciousness that everything happening was completely terrifying but also impossible, he decided he would enjoy it while it lasted. And who knows, maybe it was all a dream? So, giving into the pleasure, he indulged Emily’s foot and began sucking on the toes he dreamed of having to himself while his cock poked out of his underwear.

Tim moaned with a mouth full of toes that danced on his tongue as a pillowy sole lightly rubbed his cock against his stomach, feeling his own precum acting as lube. His hips bucked against the feet holding him down as the foot on his cock used its toes to play with his overly sensitive tip to get more slick. The foot then placed its toes along the shaft and tortured Tim with slow, sensual strokes from the base to the tip. Another foot had joined the first in rubbing both sides of his cock and occasionally tickling his balls before they stuck his erection between their soles.

As Emily’s foot moved itself so he could lick along the arch of her foot all the way to her heel, Tim’s iron will rusted when his cock was being stroked faster and more abusive. Finally, he couldn’t last when they gave an excessive amount of attention to his tip, one foot rubbing it on its sole. He found himself screaming when his hips bucked so hard that some feet were knocked off of him with how hard he came. Exhausted, he was intent on just basking in the afterglow until a different foot placed itself on his oversensitive cock. Not liking his over stimulation, he tried to get the foot off of him.

One foot kicked his hand away as the one on his cock kept going. Annoyed, he tried again to get the feet off of him until Emily’s foot **** itself over his mouth and more feet began to restrain him. Turning over, he noticed the feet that brought him to orgasm, still covered in his seed, facing their soles towards him. The wrinkles on their soles began to warp, as one foot gained a set of full, plump lips on the arch and eyes on its big and fourth toes. The other foot appeared at first to have no changes until Tim heard a feminine voice come from it despite not having a mouth.

“You’re not getting off the hook that easily, my dear foot boy…” The foot said, its toes moving with every word.

“You’re going to give our sisters every last drop of that wonderful, life giving cum…” The foot with a mouth and eyes added.

Both laughed sinisterly as Tim screamed under Emily’s foot, his vision becoming obscured as more feet had piled around him with the intent on making him cum again and again…