Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2019 15:20:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: JB
Subject: Camp Feet

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction by the author and written solely for
enjoyment.

Contains:  Bisexual, foot slavery, food play

Camp Feet

Part 1


Michael was an 17-year-old high school student thinking about what to do
about college.  He decided to complete some schooling at a local two-year
school to save money and better plan his future. One such opportunity that
offered some spending money for work that could be fun was "Summer Camp
Counselor" for a youth camp going for the summer. He was surprised to learn
it was quite selective for applicants. His background helped him greatly by
being heavily involved in sports, serving as a lifeguard for the community
pool, and being an Eagle Scout when he was younger. He was immediately
selected for the counselor position and pleased that he could have some fun
and make a bit of money while giving back to his community.

Camp Pollywog was exactly what one would expect from a summer camp. Cabins
for the campers, grill pits, a playground with ropes to climb. The center
of the camp was the main recreational area with an obstacle course, a mess
hall, and a recreation building for multiple purposes. Boys often spent
their time playing sports, canoeing, hiking, swimming, and an assortment of
outdoor activities. Sometimes classes would be held in the recreation
center for things like building a fire, tying knots, and so on. The ages
for the campers was roughly 10-13 years old. The counselors were mostly
around his age, but some were as old as 23. The camp managers were six
women, all between the ages of 25 and 30, all quite attractive, and all
mean bitches. They used the counselors like slaves, no joke. Michael got
his money and got his hours, but man it was brutal.

Some camp activities were designed to be co-ed either through cooperation
or competition. The girls remained on one side of the camp while the boys
resided in the other. They would come together for meals and most
activities but occasionally had group specific ones. One exercise to great
effect was to team up one boy with one girl and see how they managed
together. The final day before the parents would arrive to pick up their
children was the "Outdoor Games" in which traditionally pitted the boys
against the girls in various competitions.

This particular year at Camp Pollywog marked for a change to that
tradition. For this year the first day would see girls and boys partnered
together to complete a variety of challenges throughout the summer. The
activities would be split into "Tribes" in which four pairs were teamed
together. This meant a tribe had four boys and four girls to complete
competitions. Another new edition would be that each tribe was assigned one
male and one female counselor to support their tribe as Chiefs.

On day one Michael was introduced to his tribe, the Wolves.  His group was
an energetic bunch that were all excited to be there and take part in the
camp. That same day the Wolves' met their female pack members in a big camp
barbecue for lunch. The girls and boys began quite shy and kept to
themselves, but it didn't take long for them to warm up and play together.

The Wolves' female Chief was Danielle. Michael knew Danielle from school,
and although they were not overly familiar with each other Michael knew
what kind of girl Danielle was. She was a spirited Type-A personality who
was renowned for being the best volleyball player on the high school
team. She was Valedictorian for her class after working hard for the teams
and clubs she supported.

Danielle was also gorgeous. She had dark wavy hair with blonde streaks, a
lovely set of blue eyes. She developed early and was all the attention of
boys from the age of 14 on. At 18 she was a knockout with her height, C-Cup
breasts, and voluptuous volleyball ass.

It came as a bit of a surprise to Michael to see her here. Danielle came
from a wealthy family.  He wouldn't have pegged her for a camper, but what
did he know, he hardly knew her. He was excited to have a chance to be near
her and get to know her these next two weeks.  He thought about her a lot.
She had sexy legs and liked her feet as well, even though he didn't get to
see them nearly enough because she wore sneakers all the time.

The "Dirty Daily" which was a competition for the campers with some sort of
"ick factor" that went everyday.  It took place during the co-ed lunch.
The Dirty Dailies had been games like campers needing to stick their hands
in a bucket of worm-infested dirt to find something, an obstacle course
that crawled through mud, and a water balloon fight with slime filled
balloons. The boys usually thrived in this competitions and needed to
really cheer on their female teammates to take the win.

Danielle was the Alpha wolf, she often took lead on nearly all the
competitions and overruled Michael on a few occasions. Michael was by no
means a pushover, but he may have been a bit too distracted to argue with
someone so sexy. Danielle was fiercely competitive, and this landed them on
the top place of every competition the first week of the camp games. She
was not above playing rough and even a bit dirty to win.

Camp manager Melissa announced, "Alright boys and girls, I think it's time
for a Dirty Daily that will be challenging for both sides, but this one
might be a bit grosser for the boys for a change."  At this the girl
campers cheered because they had been surviving the Dirty Dailies that
grossed them out. The groups made their way to the mess hall.

Melissa seemed to take a liking to Michael.  She was tall and had long
black hair and had pale porcelain skin.  She would talk to him and flirt
with him a little, not be such a bitch.  He noticed her legs, he thought
about her feet in her lace up canvas shoes.

For the game, inside the mess hall there was a large sheet of plastic set
out with 5 chairs set out on the plastic.

Melissa said, "Alright, for this challenge we will be pitting the Tribe
Chiefs against each other instead of the campers!" This resulted in a large
cheer from the campers that wiggled their way out of something gross and
instead would get to watch the counselors compete for a change.

"Will my ladies from each tribe make their way front and center to the
seats!"  As directed Danielle took her seat alongside the other female
tribe chiefs.  She was sweating badly from the days' activities and wiped
her brow with her forearm.

"Ladies, I came up with this game myself.  This afternoon the Lady Chiefs
will be making their Guy Chiefs a special meal."

This caused a groan to arise from the five male counselors knowing for
certain something nasty was coming and the women to roll their eyes at
making food.

"Alright gentlemen, make your way onto the sheet and lay down in front of
your co-chief."

The campers watched silently as the female director waved in the Mess Hall
staff with a loaf of bread, peanut butter jars, and grape jelly jars. The
female director then began to explain the rules as the mess staff laid down
two pieces of bread on the plastic in front of each chair, and then scoop
out a clump of peanut butter and a clump of jelly. They left the jars in
case the contestants wanted to use those.

Melissa said, "Ladies, this afternoon we are going to be making the men a
lunch. You only need to make them a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and
they only need to eat it."

Although the counselors had an idea where this was going, the campers
listened in confusion as to what made this "Dirty" or a challenge . "Oh,
and the ladies will not be able to use their hands" said Melissa with a
huge grin.

The reaction was instant, the campers giggled, and all made an "Ewww" sound
while the girls covered their mouth and acted grossed out. The guys on the
floor sat up in protest and some even made gagging sounds at the thought of
eating a sandwich made by feet. Michael was shocked at the prospect of
eating food made with someone's feet. Danielle was hot as hell, but that
didn't seem to change the fact that he was about to eat a foot
sandwich. Danielle smiled devilishy at him and did not seem to phased by
the task ahead, after all she was not going to be the one eating the
sandwich. In fact, she was kinda excited. And she wanted to win everything
that she did.

"Settle down, settle down! My Guy Chiefs, lay back down. You are not
allowed to use your hands or get up from the sheet until the sandwich has
been eaten or you face disqualification. Ladies take off your shoes and
socks!"

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that this was another gross daily
challenge. Few knew just how revolting the challenge for Michael would be.

This was a summer camp in hot July. These girl counselors had not been
sitting in some air-conditioned room, they had been running around with the
kids playing soccer games, completing obstacle courses, hiking, or just
sweating it out in the scorching July heat from being outside all day.

Second, there are no showering facilities at Camp Pollywog because it does
not have running water. Showers were not a priority because the nature of
the camp was getting dirty and experiencing the outdoor camping life. The
only time the campers and counselors got a chance to shower was when the
bus would shuttle everyone from Camp Pollywog down to the lake park on
Tuesday and Thursday. This was the only time showers could be taken and
laundry could be done.

Third, there were no open toed shoes allowed for anyone at the camp for
safety reasons. So no flip flops or sandals.

The girls were about to make a sandwich for the male counselors with feet
that were sealed up in sneakers or boots for days in the summer heat. As if
that was not bad enough this challenge took place during Monday afternoon,
meaning that it had been many days since the last trip to the showering
facilities at the lake. Everyone felt a bit gross, and although all these
details escaped the campers and counselors for the moment there was no
changing the fact that everyone, male or female, knew this would be a
rather unpleasant and raunchy Dirty Daily.

As the girls took their shoes off the guys stared up at the ceiling
oblivious to what was unfolding inches away from their head. One Chief,
Cassie of the Bear Tribe, had on some particularly nasty looking socks.
She smiled and tucked her gross stained socks into her sneakers before
anyone could see. It's impossible to tell for sure, but her pair of socks
could have possibly been worn for days.

Revolting socks might have been a blessing to Michael because at least
there was something to absorb some of the funk being built up during those
long summer days. Instead as Danielle used one foot to step on the heel of
her shoe and pull the other foot out it was revealed that she was the only
female counselor that was not wearing any socks at all.

Danielle had been wearing a pair of Chuck Taylor high-top sneakers in
women's size 7. She chose these because they looked cute with the "Camp
Chief" shirt she was given as a uniform. She hated wearing socks and most
often sneakers, flats, or heels that didn't need them. The one drawback to
this was that her feet and shoes would get pretty rank from not wearing
socks. When the end of the day would arrive, she would return to her cabin
and leave her sneakers outside the door. She knew her feet developed quite
a smell but there was no one else to bother and it was just a part of
camping.

Just like the rest of her, Danielle's feet could be considered pretty. She
never painted her toenails. She did not have callouses or blisters despite
never wearing socks. Danielle's high arches and slender toes could have
landed her a gig as a foot model in another life.

The girl on the chair next to Danielle, Michelle, held her nose and
exclaimed "Oh my god Danielle, you weren't wearing socks?!"

Danielle brushed her off and said, "Hey, it's not like I knew I was making
food with my feet."

"Oh my god, it will be so gross," Michelle responded.

"Nah, I'm excited, I can't wait," Danielle said defiantly.

Michael eyed her feet.  Danielle caught him looking and shot him a wicked
smile.

Danielle going without socks had made her feet quite sweaty. While she was
wearing them, she could feel the sliminess in-between her toes if she
wiggled them. As she looked down, she could see they were red from the
abrasion of going sockless along with imprints of the laces on top of her
skin from inside her shoes. The air felt cool on her feet as the moisture
began to dry on top but with her soles planted on the plastic clad floor it
felt slick and wet where her soles met the plastic that was trapping the
dampness. Her feet felt dirty and nasty, but she felt so weird, she was
loving it. As she looked down at them, she could see specks of dirt and
grunge.  She started to tingle, she was about to feed someone with her
repulsive feet.

Once the shoes were off Melissa said "Ready, set... GO!" and the room
erupted with cheering campers for their chiefs. Although the guys could not
see the sandwich in the making, they cheered on their co-Chief in the
spirit of competition.

Danielle lifted her left foot up and pushed it onto a piece of bread before
dragging it closer to her chair. This was rubbing off whatever was on the
bottom of her foot onto the bread And she was inadvertently pulling the
bread into the moist footprint left on the plastic from her foot
sweat. Danielle thought that jelly would be easier to spread first before
she the thick peanut butter all over her toes.

Danielle noticed Cassie was incredibly slow about sticking her foot into
the jelly. She noticed Cassie oddly licking her lips as she lowered her
foot into the jelly jar.  Danielle slipped her own foot into her jelly jar
and felt the jelly ooze up in between her toes and coat the ball of her
foot. It felt really good and she almost lost focus on winning but didn't.
While gripping the bread to the plastic with her other foot she began to
wipe her toes across the slice of bread. She was applying enough pressure
to effectively wipe the mixture of jelly and toe-jam down the face of the
bread leaving behind purple streaks without tearing the bread like Michelle
was next to her.

After repeating this action, a second time she had covered the first slice
with a thin layer of grimy jelly and in the process wiped nearly all of the
jelly collected on the bottom of her foot off onto the bread.  Thankfully
the other two girls were struggling.  Danielle was moving on to her second
ingredient.

She repeated the process and once again pulled closer the second piece of
bread. Only a small amount of jelly residue was left on her right foot.

The mess hall was hot and loud with excitement, children screeching at the
counselors and cheering on their tribal chiefs, female counselors making
sounds of disgust.  Manager Melissa was loving the show.  No one had any
idea she that desired to stick her hand in her pants as she watched.

Instead of going in toes first with the peanut butter Danielle, with her
other foot, pointed her toes up and circled her heel around the clump of
peanut butter. Carefully she used her heel to spread the peanut butter on
the second slice of bread at her feet. This method was surprisingly
effective, although the stickiness between her toes was annoying her as the
jelly dried there. Using her heel meant more "flavor" from this unused part
of her foot would be intermingled with the peanut butter being
spread. After all that heel was pressing down into the dirty insoles of her
old converse moments ago.

It did not take long before the ingredients we completely spread across the
bread. With great difficulty Danielle managed to flip the one slice over
onto the other and complete the sandwich. As she glanced down the line only
Miranda was at this same stage as her. The rest still struggled with sticky
toes or acted too grossed out to be working as fast as Danielle. Only
Miranda would be able to beat her if she could feed her messy sandwich to
her partner Greg before she got Michael to finish hers.

By pinching the sandwich between her feet, she picked it up and set it on
Michael's face.

The nauseating anticipation was being built from the horrible scent
permeating the air. Danielle's shoes must have been inches from Michael's
head to the right and they smelled awful. The cheesy smell of sweaty
sneakers lingered around him and mixed with the peanut butter smell in the
air.

"Start eating quickly!" Danielle yelled at him. This was harder than it
sounded, not only because the though of chewing on the sandwich made him
sick, but because it just kind of laid there over his mouth and he
accidentally pushed it off when trying to take a bite.

Danielle decided she would help him get it down because Greg was already
chewing through the sandwich Miranda made for him. They were ahead, but not
for long if she could help it.

This time when she set the sandwich down on his face, she told him "Open
wide" and when he did she used the toes of her right foot to push down the
center of the sandwich into his mouth. Michael felt somewhat violated to
have her cramming the sandwich down his throat with her foot.  Danielle
loved this gross power trip.

"Chew!" she screamed at him and gently slapped the side of his face with
her left foot twice as if to encourage him to listen. He was appalled by
her demand but kinda thrilled by it and obliged.

Michael could not help but notice the extra saltiness to it that must have
come from whatever sweat and sneaker particles had wiped off her feet into
the sandwich. He attempted in vain to suppress his urge to spit it out and
made gagging sounds like Greg was a few seats down.

Danielle wanted to force it down with her foot. She watched impatiently as
Michael chewed up and swallowed the sandwich.

As Danielle looked down the row at Miranda and Greg she noticed he was
nearly done with his sandwich. She thought they might lose but she decided
to do what Miranda was too considerate to do, she began to push down on the
food in Michael's mouth with her foot.

Michael felt Danielle's big toe invade his mouth. She would do anything to
win to include using her nasty toes to force the sandwich down his
gullet. She was smiling.

"Swallow! Quick! We are about to win!" Danielle said.

Michael got another whiff of her sneakers off to the side, a potent
vinegary odor.

After Danielle saw the movement in his throat of the last of the sandwich
being in his stomach she screamed "We win!" A few seats down Greg succumbed
to disgust and spat the sandwich out because his partner did not force it
down.

Michael turned over onto his stomach facing Danielle and attempted to catch
his breath. Despite the sickened feeling he looked up at Danielle's smiling
face and cheerfulness for winning and felt a bit better.

Melissa declared: "The Wolf Tribe is the victor of today's Dirty Daily!"
and again the kids of the wolf tribe cheered loudly. Both Michael and
Danielle felt warmed by the excitement of the kids and the sweet feeling of
winning.

Danielle smiled down at Michael proud that they had won. She extended out
her right foot a few inches from his face and said "What do you think
Michael, should you help me clean this off?"  Michael looked up at her,
trying to read her face.

The campers filed out fast, they had a much anticipated archery competition
to attend.  Danielle and Michael didn't move.  They knew it was clean up
time for them.  They pulled that duty.

Danielle, still sitting down, watched the last of the campers file out out
of the mess hall and she looked back down at Michael.

"I do want to clean it off," Michael said.

Danielle was caught off guard.

"I want to lick it off," Michael added.

"Ewww, oh my god Michael, what!?"  It was Cassie, the only other counselor
remaining in the hall.

"Are you serious you sick freak?" Danielle asked.

Michael nodded.

Danielle looked like she was about to ruthlessly shut Michael down and then
she paused and her face turned suddenly to a smirk, "Well, have at it then
footboy."

Something secret had awakened inside of each them.  They could feel it.

Danielle spread her toes, allowing Michael to see the sock lint and gunk
that had congregated between them before the jelly had. She saw that
Michael licked his lips and she was grossed out in a thrilling way as she
watched his head descend to her feet.  The smell of her shoes still hung in
air.

Michael used his tongue to slowly lick out all the sticky dried jelly from
in-between Danielle's toes as Cassie stood and watched with her mouth often
agape, her own toes covered in dried jelly still.

Danielle could not supress the moans from the sensations.  This was
incredible.

Michael swirled his tongue around her big toe, flicking it around her
toenail and down the sides of her meaty, sexy sticky toe. He continued this
for a while, until she silently lifted her other foot to his mouth, so she
could insert her toes into his servile mouth.

Michael eventually touched his tongue to the bottom of her peanut butter
covered heel and slowly dragged his tongue, the thing he eats with and
tastes with, along the bottom of her soft beautiful foot, the thing she
walks on, the lowest part of her body.

"Give my foot licks from heel to the tip of my toe. Make it slow, slave."

Michael noticed her use of the word slave and didn't mind at all, he kept
on licking and sucking as she had ordered.

When Danielle was satisfied, she stood up and told a speechless Cassie to
take her place.  Cassie looked hypnotized, like she was caught in some
sexual high, her face was flush. She moaned loud as she felt Michael's
mouth on her sticky jellied toes. She never felt anything like this in her
entire life, never imagined so much pleasure could be experienced so
intensely.

Danielle watched a bit and then started undressing. It was nice to get of
her sweaty damp clothes.  In the mess hall, of all places, made this all
the more sexy and hot.

She took a butter knife and spread a little jelly on her slit.  She moaned
at the feel of it on her.  She resumed watching Michael lick Cassie's feet
clean as Cassie was overwhelmed by it all.

When she judged Michael had done enough, she ordered Michael come over.
She leaned back a bit, pushing her crotch out a bit over chair's edge.

"How bad do you want this sweaty smelly pussy?  Just look at that jelly on
there and in my pubic hair, oh it's so gross."

"Yes mistrress."

"Start cleaning my pussy," Danielle said.  She glanced for a moment at
Cassie who was mesmerized by what she was seeing.

Michael started by licking the outer area of her pussy and cleaned up all
the sweat that accumulated there from the day.

After he was sure the sweat was gone from her outer lips, Michael started
working his tongue into her sweaty slit, as she moaned and her pussy
started to drip into his mouth. He worked her clit, teased it at first,
then he worked it hard and faster, until she was moaning and grinding down
on Michael's face.

He pulled his tongue off her clit and buried it as deep into her pussy as
he could; which was met by her moaning louder and writhing more.

Cassie, with her hand in her pants, watched as wave after wave of pleasure
took control of Danielle's body, as she flooded Michael's mouth with cum.

Danielle sat for a bit and composed her herself.  Then she ordered Michael
over to Cassie.  Cassie undressed and sat back down. Danielle got up and
put some more jelly on the knife and walked over Cassie and made Michael
watch as she spread some jelly on Cassie's slit.

Danielle sat her sweaty naked ass on long mess table and watched as Michael
went to work on Cassie's cunt.  Danielle's body was still going crazy even
after the orgasm.

After a bit, after Cassie quaked in orgasm, the exhausted girls got dressed
and told a sweaty exhausted Michael that he could expect to see them a lot
this week.

Michael was hungry for more.


Part 2

One of the perks of being a camp counselor was that you could have a
campfire with fellow counselors whenever you wanted.  Campers maybe enjoyed
one campfire per week, but counselors could have one any night they wished.
Every counselor is trained in campfire safety, so the it's an honor system
sort of thing.  If you follow the rules, then all is good.  But if, for
example, you didn't extinguish your fire before falling asleep, that could
land you in trouble and you may find you won't be allowed to be in charge
of a campfire for a bit.

A day had passed and Michael led some boys on a hike up to Old Scratch's
Cave.  The cave is approximately 1 mile long and takes about an hour to
hike.  There are some rugged areas on the trail, but the campers get see
some nice rock formations and a waterfall.

When he got back to the cabin, he was a bit exhausted and thought he'd take
a nap.  He found a note on his bed.

The note read: "Campfire tonight.  The fire pit.  Be there slave."

The combination of the exercise and the note left Michael a bit horny.  He
wanted more feet.  And he wondered if the girls were gossiping about him
and his. . . predilections.

He tried to nap, but found he couldn't.  His dick kept swelling on him
despite his ability to restrain from touching himself.

At dinner in the mess hall, Danielle and Cassie sat at another table, but
they sat together and smirked at Michael, sometimes pointed, and whispered
to each other.  What was really odd?  Melissa, a manager, sat with them and
chatted too.  Melissa the one who flirted with him and whom he drooled
over.  Michael could see her bare legs and feet in old beaten up sneakers
under the table.  He thought about how much her feet must smell, how sweaty
they must be.

After dinner he put the campers to bed and it was 9 or so and he picked up
his sleeping bag and wandered over toward the fire pit where campfires were
held.  Danielle, Cassie, and Melissa surprised him the dark, trying to
scare him.

"Have we got a nice night planned for you," Cassie said.

"Oh yes, Danielle has told me so much about you Mikey boy," Melissa said in
the dark near him as they walked.

They gathered wood and it took a bit, but they got a fire going.  It took
some effort to get it blaring just right, so it lit up the night sky.
Melissa was the expert it seemed.  She knew just what to do make sure the
wind was able to get in and stoke the flames.  Michael guessed that sort of
stuff is what separated managers from mere counselors, that sort of
expertise and experience.

Michael watched their legs as they walked around the fire setting things
up.  They all had sneakers on with no socks.

Eventually, the girls ended up sitting on one side of the campfire and he
on the other.  He didn't know what to make of all this or what to do, so he
just sat there.

"Like what you see Michael?" Danielle asked, their bare legs on show for
him.

Michael nodded, dumbstruck.

"You know what I love about camping, Michael?" Melissa asked.

"No," Michael said.

"Freedom, Michael.  No parents.  No rules," Melissa explained seductively.

"Yes, we do what we want, Michael.  We have complete freedom," Cassie
added.

"I hear you like feet, Michael.  Is that true?" Melissa asked.

"Yes, I do, I...I crave them so much," Michael said, feeling a twinge in
his pants.

The girls laughed and looked at each other like he was a freak.

"Well, I think it's time for marshmallows, don't you ladies?" Melissa asked
in a devious tone.

"Why yes Melissa, it is time," Cassie said as opened a bag of large or
medium sized marshmallows.

The girls got out these long metal skewer things with wooden handles.

"Cook me some, ladies," Melissa ordered as she looked over at Michael.

Melissa started untying her shoes on her blue sleeping bag as Danielle and
Cassie cooked marshmallows.

"Ooh, these ratty old sneakers always make my feet stink," Melissa said.

When one shoe was off, Cassie picked it up and sniffed it, it was warm and
pungent.

"Oh, the smell is dreadful, like locker room sweat," Cassie said making a
disgusted face.

"Yeah, I can smell them even over here.  These marshmallows are done,"
Danielle added.

Little bits of lint and fabric stuck to Melissa's moist rank feet as she
smiled and took a gooey slightly cooked marshmallow from the skewer and
gently impaled it on her index toe.

"Now ladies, that feels good," Melissa moaned as put more marshmallows onto
the middle three toes of her two feet.

Melissa wiggled her marshmallow toes at Michael.

"I imagine our footboy must be hungry after his long day," Danielle said.

Melissa pointed at Michael, "You.  Get over here and eat these off my toes,
now," Melissa ordered.

Michael walked over and got down on his knees and put his head low to
Melissa's feet as she leaned back on her elbows on her sleeping bag.  He
ate a marshmallow off her toe.  There was still some sticky marshmallow on
her toe so he sucked it clean.

Cassie watched with her hand in her pants as he sucked and licked the rest
of the marshmallows off of Melissa's feet.  Michael used a finger to push
each toe apart so he could lick out any marshmallow residue or toejam,
which made Melissa smile.

Danielle pried off her shoes as Michael finished his long service of
Melissa's feet.  Michael came over to her as she laid back a bit.  From the
moment she pried of her shoes, he knew he was going to have a rough time of
it with Danielle's feet.

She rubbed her rank socked feet over his face.

"You know, I'd usually be disgusted if my feet smelled this bad," remarked
Danielle. "But now, it's the best feeling in the world."

She had Michael remove her socks.  Her feet were warm and sore and she was
so exhilarated for those first touches of his tongue on her oily sweaty
feet.

Those first licks drove her crazy as Michael licked the tops of her feet
and then moved gently kissed and nibbled at her toes before sucking them.

Danielle looked over and was surprised to see Melissa sitting behind
Cassie, fingering Cassie with one hand, fondling her breast with the other,
all while Melissa was kissing and licking her neck.  It was truly beautiful
Danielle thought as she moaned as Michael was sucking one of her middle
toes like a lollipop.

"Mmmm, Michael," Danielle moaned as he kissed and sucked her instep and
moved his way up to her ankle to slather it with his tongue.

That first night at the campfire was one no one will ever forget from that
summer.


Part 3

It wa a couple days later, the morning after the arduous "Hike Day" where
all campers and counselors go on different hikes in the surrounding area.

Michael was trying to mind his own business at breakfast, but he not could
resist looking over at his femdom mistresses.  They were like three witches
that had a spell over him.

As everyone gobbled down pancakes, oatmeal, eggs and whatnot, Michael tried
not to get lost in foot fantasy.  He was pitching a tent just from glancing
over at Cassie and Danielle.  Cassie looked red from sunburn and good bit
sweaty.  Danielle looked dirty and dusty and sweaty.  But where was
Melissa?  He tried to some conversation with the boys to help deflate his
cock when someone whispered in his ear.

"Listen up, I got us clean up duty for breakfast, so get ready to
work...footboy," Melissa whispered as she poked him in his side.

Michael was so caught off guard, he hoped nobody heard exactly what she
said.  He looked around and there was no glances or laughing or whispering,
so all looked clear.

But Michael was rock hard again as he watched Melissa's snow white legs and
her feet hidden in those ever present ratty old sneakers.  Her knees were a
litle dirty and beaten up from the hikes yesterday.

Breakfast soon ended and the mess hall emptied rather quickly as campers
headed to the challenge course for a day of competitive challenges.
Danielle and Cassie quickled moved to lock the doors and tiny windows in
the hall were so high that nobody could see inside.

Melissa stepped up onto a long table and shouted, "Wooohoo!  Alright
ladies, let's let our hair down and have us some fun."

"Yes!" Danielle and Cassie both excitedly shouted as they danced around
happily like they just won the lottery.

Michael sat Indian style on the floor as Melissa stood on the table and
bent each foot up so she could yank off each beaten up sneaker.  Her stinky
shoes thudded right on the table.  She also removed her shorts and
underwear so she was naked from the wast down and threw them at Michael.

Michael saw that Cassie and Danielle started to ascend to the tops of other
long tables.

"I'm glad these kids don't eat all their breakfast," Melissa said as she
planted her sweaty feet into mostly uneaten stack of pancakes with syrup.

"Fuck, pancakes feel great on my feet, so soft and sticky," Melissa said
after moaning.

"Oh, you're right, it feels wonderful," Cassie said as she also stepped
into some camper's pancakes, poking her toes in the stack some.  She leaned
back and forth a little and smiled as syrup oozed up between her toes.

"This table didn't eat any oatmeal," said Danielle as planted her aching
feet into the table's giant serving bowl of oatmeal. She moaned as very
warm oatmeal gathered between her toes.

"I've realized I love being sick and twisted," Melissa shouted as stepped
into more plates of pancakes as her feet go stickier and stickier.

"Me too, I'm done being a good girl," Danielle declared.

"You were never good at it anyway," Cassie chimed in.

"Ha!" Melissa laughed at Cassie's remark.

"I like ruining food with my sweaty feet too much," Danielle continued.

Cassie sat her bare ass into some pancakes and rested her heels on other
plates of pancakes.  She liked the cushion of the pancakes and syrup
coating her ass cheeks.

"I don't know, I like my ass and cunt in food too," Cassie retorted.

Melissa laid down on a table and invited Michael over for a special
breakfast of licking her sticky syrupy feet clean.

In time, Cassie came over and ordered Michael to lay on the table and she
rode his face and made Michael lick all the syrup from her cunt.  Melissa
and Danielle made out passionately and then Melissa gently escorted
Danielle over to Michael for a thorough cunt lapping.

It was a beautiful summer.