Feet, of course

Crazy Carl giggled uncontrollably as he backed up half a foot, a brought Faye's bare feet to his waist. He pressed them together, looked at her and Freddy asleep on the stained mattress in the basement, shrugged, and slipped his cockhead between the arches of her feet. He pressed them together so hard, he grunted as his shaft slipped between them until her soft soles touched his balls. A crazy, single eye glared at Faye. She was asleep, and indifferent.

Crazy Carl picked up the pace. He slid his cock along her soles, her toes, and her ankles with violent punches that he alone registered. Faye was fast asleep, unconsciously stroking Freddy's semi-hard prick. In his mad, scattered mind, Carl couldn't even begin to conceive of normal intercourse. He eyed the odd fold of her shoulder and her neck when she rested her head on her forearm, and the bend of her forearm across her right breast as she unconsciously rubbed her shoulder.

Thinking about these, Crazy Carl pushed her feet together on his cock, and pounded and pounded and pounded away. Faye's eyes fluttered, but never opened, when he stabbed three times and then came in huge arches all over her thighs, stomach, and feet. Thick, arching ropes of cum shot from him and dripped to the bed below.

Carl panicked and recoiled. He looked behind him, beside him, and then darted up the stairs; penguin-walking down the alley in his wild panicked flight. Faye shook her head as she woke. Her toes were wet, and getting cold. Her left hand was on something warm, big, and throbbing. She rolled over on the ruined mattress, and when she saw the stupid grin on Freddy's sleeping face, she understood...