I stood there sort of thunderstruck and he made an impatient sound, threw the shoe at me and said, 'Put it on.'
I kicked off my waitress clodhoppers and tried the pump. It was tight, but O.K. He tossed the other. His cock was big enough. It was hard and blue-veined and the head of it was sort of purple. It looked as hard as his body. He was a well preserved old fart.
I was in my waitress white with the pumps making my feet fee! swollen, standing beside the bunk. He sat up, bent, began to rub the shoes on my feet. He guided rae to the other bunk and I lay back and he picked up my feet and started rubbing his cheeks on the shoes. He kissed the soles of them. All this time he didn't touch me at all, just the shoes.
After a few minutes of that, he sighed, fell onto the other bunk, and motioned to me. I started to take off my clothes. 'No,' he said. 'Up here.' He indicated that I was to stand on the bunk. I took my position, thinking that he wanted to look up my dress, but he didn't. He put his hands on my feet and lifted one foot and placed it on his cock. He had the shoe's insole cradled over the bulge of his cock and he rolled it around. 'Stand on it,' he said.
'Honey, I weigh a hundred and twenty pounds,' I said. 'Just do as you're told.'
'Well,' I said, standing with part of my weight on his cock. He began to squirm and moan. 'Let all your weight on it,' he said.
I stood on one foot, holding onto things. I was crushing his poor cock under the shoe. The sharp heel was digging into his groin. He was moaning as if in pain. He began to make blubbering sounds and I eased off. He opened his eyes and said, very cool, 'I want you to walk on me. All over. Don't be afraid you'll hurt me.'
So I walked. I put my weight on the fucking shoes and the sharp, heels dug in and left bruises and red spots and he guided me with his hands on the shoes up and down his chest, making the sharp heels bite into his hard little male tits and then down until I was standing with both feet on his hard cock, the shoes hurting him like hell and he was blubbering and saying, 'No, mama, no, mama, please, mama.' And all of a sudden he came and white come squished up, held back by the weight of the damned shoes with me behind them, caught in the vein of his cock, oozing out slowly, his cock pumping and him blubbering and crying out, 'Oh, no moma.' I eased off and the come gushed out and he cried and then he used his hands on my ankles to ease me off. His body was a mass of red spots from the heels. He sat up.
'Thank you,' he said. 'Now, please leave me alone for a few minutes.'
When he came out he was composed. He was dressed in the work clothes. He did not speak or smile. I went back to work. I was one puzzled chick. That night Julie handed me four hundred dollars and said, 'Hi, Miss Queen.'
I went out and made Bill fuck me in the back seat of his car before it got dark, parked on the river road. He gave me a good ride and I had a nice one, but I couldn't forget that poor bastard wanting me to mutilate him with those fucking sharp shoes and standing on his cock and all.
But old man Worth was not my last surprise in the great and glorious Mackerel Festival. Next day I was given the day off and Pearl Phelps picked me up in her GTO and we drove to the big town and went shopping. We started with underwear and Pearl bought things which I'd never been able to afford, fancy pants, the most expensive bras which felt like no bra at all. Then we started on outfits and I was out of my head with joy when we drove back to Old Town with not just four hundred bucks worth of finery, but about six hundred, for Pearl had had a few bucks stashed for me, too, just in case the four wasn't enough.
We went to Pearl's place, a nice old house on the river. She had me strip and began to try on things. She helped and at first I didn't think much when her hand would brush my tit or my fanny when I was taking on and off the glamorous outfits we'd picked out. Then I began to notice that she was breathing hard. It was funny. She was acting like a stud who hadn't had any for a year, looking at my bod in bikini panties with the lust in her eyes so unmistakable that even though I'd never seen a real live lesbian before I knew what was on her mind.
Now me, I'm always interested in learning something new, and after a while, when nothing developed, I was wondering what she was going to do, just stand there and tremble and snort through her nose or make a play for me. She had me in a bathing suit and was fingering the bra and the fit and brushing my exposed skin and about to burn up, I damned well knew.
Her hands were trembling. She was flushed. She pulled out the bra and peeked down at my dark, hard nipple snuggled inside the bra. 'Is it comfortable?' she asked. She almost choked on the words. 'Is there anything wrong?' I asked. 'Oh, no,' she said. 'It's just that…' She'd been so nice to me during the shopping, giving me tips all along on how to walk and talk and hold myself. She knew what she was doing. I felt sorry for her. I pulled off the bathing.suit and stood there in the buff. 'I'm worried about my hips,' I said. 'Are they too big?'
She looked at them with hunger in her eyes. She had to feel them before she gave an opinion and her hands were warm and so very, very tender. 'No,' she gasped. 'No They're… they're beautiful.' 'And my breasts?' I asked. 'Are they firm enough?'
Wow. She almost went through the ceiling. She looked at them. I turned, thrust out my chest. I put one hand under my left breast and held it up. 'Does it need support?' She swallowed. 'Feel it,' I said. 'See if it's firm enough.'
'Oh,' she said, eyeing the boob, reaching out a trembling hand. 'Oh,' she gasped, as her hand cupped it, fondled it, held it with such tender, loving care that I felt it all the way to my ovaries. 'Oh, God, Ruby,' she cried. 'Honey,' I said, 'it's all right. It's all right.'
'Do you know what you're saying?' she asked, her hand still on boob left.
'Yes,' I whispered. I put my hand up and put it over hers and squeezed, cupping hers more firmly over my tit. 'I don't know what you want, but it's all right.'
'Oh God,' she moaned, moving toward me, pushing her warm, clothed body against my nakedness, her arms going around me. 'Oh, Ruby, if I do anything, say anything… just tell me… oh, God, she was moaning and then her hands were soft and caressing my back, going down to cup rny buttocks, smooth their way up.
I was feeling sort of groovy. She knew how a woman likes to be felt up, and she was doing it beautifully. I just stood there, eyes closed, taking It all la. She had a tantalizing, tickling touch. When she fingered my boobs and my belly I felt a trembling want creep into me and I licked my lips and opened my eyes to see her face just an inch away and then, without thinking much about it, I went after it, pushing my mouth to hers to have a very sweet, lingering kiss.
'It doesn't offend you?' she whispered, her lips close to mine. 'It's kind of fun,' I said, 'but I don't know how.'
'I'll show you, darling,' she whispered, kissing me again, her hands going up to cup my boobs and squeeze the nipples tenderly. 'Oh, yes, Pearl will show you.'
She guided me into her bedroom and pushed me down. I lay on my back and watched her undress. She had a nice womanly body, all plush. She had great tits. She came to me and instead of pouncing me like a guy would have done she began to tease me with her finger tips, feeling every curve of my body, sending the most delicious tickling sensations all over me. That woman knew about nerves that I didn't even know existed and she went to work on every, one of them, finding them in my arms, my tunny, on my thighs, on my legs, even on my feet. Then she started working on me with her soft, hot, damp lips and it was like fire and ice all over me as she kissed my shoulders, my breasts, my belly, my thighs, my knee-backs, my instep. Then she rolled me over.
It wasn't like being with a guy. With a guy, I'd have been stabbed long before and would have worked off one or two climaxes by the time she rolled me over and began to show me that a girl's backside, from top to bottom, can make one mass of nerves which send signals to the little ball of nerves down there at the top of the slit. I mean, that woman had me crawling the walls. I mean, it was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me. She kissed every inch of my back and then began to work on my ass and when she bit it gently I moaned and drove my clit into the bed to get a feeling and then she was pushing her face down between my cheeks and her tongue found my little brown anus and sent me writhing. I'd had no idea that the anus was a sexy spot, but the way Pearl worked on it, it definitely was. I went ape. I bucked and fought and then she reached down with her tongue, between my legs, and punched the softness of my vulva and suddenly I wanted something there. I rolled over and said, 'Jesus, Pearl,' and my ass was doing a wild little dance and I was getting a bit paniced because I'd been hot before, but never that hot and Pearl didn't have an inch of cock for me. Only that same equipment I had, a pussy. But she soon showed me there were more ways than one to skin a cat as the old saying goes. I was humping and moaning, my legs coming open, begging for something, and I got it. I got Pearl's nice face down
