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I've known her for a long time, around 9-10 years. Her name was Marie (name changed). She was tall, athletic, thin and had very light, almost white skin. Her brunette hair was only slightly longer than shoulder length. There was something about her, something that few had. A kind of aura, a feeling you had when she walked into the room. It was not so much what she said, no, she said very little. It was simply her presence that made you fascinate, even at this age. Back then we were actually always in the same class from high school to high school. Anyway, this story is about the 9th grade. Back then it was a tradition to go to the ski camp in this grade.
That was somewhere in nowhere in Austria, and accordingly everyone was in winter clothes. All but one. She. Well not quite. Of course she had black winter boots (which will be important) - they were made of black, dark leather, not really high, maybe a little higher than the ankles. Black rubber sole and inside with white fur (imitation).
I had been fascinated by these boots all winter long, not only because they had belonged to Marie, no, also because they looked really really cool and she always combined them with rather tight pants and leggings, which the boots had always highlighted.
There was also another girl, Tamara (name changed), she was also quite quiet in the back row of the class, but she too had incredibly cool boots, this time light brown from "Young Spirit", two straps crossed at the front and about halfway up.
But back to the topic. So we were in Austria in this hotel, which was generally pretty shabby, but well, it wasn't a wellness temple and nobody wanted that.
Before we went skiing every day, of course, we had to change in the hotel.
The space for this was basically the basement, a bench on the wall and the rest of the room full of ski racks, about 4-5 rows. A small light bulb without a socket on the ceiling - in short, you saw next to nothing, actually you could only guess where what was.
In addition, this room was not connected to the hotel and you had to go several meters out of the hotel through the snow to get in there.
That of course meant that the girls were wearing their boots.
This is also the case on the first day before we set off for the slopes. Both girls had their boots on and went to the locker room. I just joined them, small talk, and strategically sat next to her so I could watch.
How she first opened the zipper on the side of the left shoe and then the right one before sliding out of the shoe.
Her pink socks rolled up and got stuck in the shoe. I almost exploded with pleasure when the boot fell to the floor and she slowly put the sock back on.
Unfortunately I couldn't do anything anymore because the bus had already been waiting and we went skiing.
When we got back, however, I tried to be the first in the locker room.
That had worked, too, and I was at my place well ahead of the others, right next to the boots.
But I knew that the others would come at any moment, so I put my hand into one of the boots as quickly as possible and pushed it further into the shade, more to my place, into the darkness.
Since the light was rather modest, you could hardly see it at all unless you knew where it was. That was a great feeling, the fur was soft and I could already feel that the shoe was primarily intended for narrow feet, because it was very tight.
Then I messed up the other shoes as quickly as possible, so that it looked as if they had been cleaned or something like that and jumped up to the ski shelves and pretended I had been there the whole time.
I could then watch the others come in and of course Marie noticed after a while that one of the boots was missing.
The girls had to go back to the hotel to shower as soon as possible, as there were regular times for this.
So she had searched frantically at first but found nothing. When she finally gave up and ran to the hotel, I heard her say to a friend that she wanted to get another flashlight.
Of course, nobody had looked after the boys, most of them were already back playing cards.
I had waited until I was the last one in the locker room (pretending my snowboard was stuck in the holder) and went back to my seat, almost passed out from the hard stand I had had all day with anticipation.
I had fished my boot out of the dark and sat on the bench.
The zipper on the side was still open since she took it off. I smelled the fur, it was metallic, cute, and smelled worn. But by no means negative.
Inside, the sole was black, where the toes and heels were. But only lightly. I ran my fingers over the rough leather and the wrinkles that had been made on it by walking. It was an incredibly cool feeling to hold the shoe in my hands after all the waiting time.
I pulled my pants down and didn't think twice - I slipped into the shoe.
That feeling, wow!
The fur massaged all over the place and the whole boot was quite tight because she was wearing a 38 at the time. I was so overwhelmed by the feeling and the thought that it was Marie's shoe that I hadn't even noticed how close I was to the climax and so it happened as it had to come - all the juice of a whole day thinking about the shoes exploded in the boot.
Everything, really everything, was covered in sticky effusion inside. On the front of the toes, in the middle, it even ran down to the heel.
I froze. Shit what am I doing now? I couldn't wipe it out, I had nothing with me!
There was nothing left for me to do but pull up my pants and put my boot back in the dark, but this time where it was originally.
Then I went back to the hotel with a slight red head ...
To my surprise, the two girls came towards me on the way to the changing room. With her was Tamara, with the brown boots, in one hand a flashlight. I politely held the door open when Marie stopped and clapped her head.
"Damn you have to go through the snow, what crap!"
"Never mind, here quickly take my boots for the few meters, I'll go back to the room.", Answered the other girl.
"And where do I put it then?"
"Oh, just leave her in the changing room, I'll go down with others tomorrow - or you will carry me ..." - she looked at me and winked.
I just grinned and offered Marie to briefly help her with the search. Of course all of that with a slightly red head, I knew what was to be found in the locker room.
"Sure, thanks!" Answered Marie.
We went to the locker room, she switched on the flashlight and shone it on the floor while my pulse kept beating faster.
What would I do if she found out? How would i react?
It kept shining and finally the beam of light fell on the boot in the corner.
“There it is!” She shouted.
My heart stopped.
In the light I saw the sperm glitter in the boot.
"Stop here," she gave me the flashlight and sat on the bench.
She chatted something about stupid service in the hotel and that they would clean when our stuff was in the locker room.
She took off the other girl's brown boots and put them down. I distracted them by getting on the subject and continuing to rail against the hotel.
She talked herself so furiously that she didn't notice anything.
First she put on the boot she had with her.
Then I caught my breath.
She reached for the finished boot.
Luckily it only caught him on the top outside, luckily there was no sperm there.
I shone the flashlight in the other direction to further distract.
"Hey, be careful with the light, I can't see anything anymore," she called out.
But by then her foot was already in the middle of the sperm.
"Well at least the shoes are not cold here in the room," she said.
If you only knew, I just thought.
"Well come on, let's go!" She said as she pulled up the zipper.
So she hadn't noticed!
I got immeasurably hard again at the thought that she was literally ankle-deep in my juice with her pink socks.
My pants bulged, making it impossible for me to go back into the lighted hotel.
Halfway through, I artificially slapped my head.
"Oh crap, my hat is still inside" - I didn't have a hat at all.
"Well, I'll go to the room, you can do it on your own. Here take the lamp with you and then bring it! "
Wow. That worked! So I was in the locker room again.
Alone.
And nobody would come that fast.
Well I wasn't completely alone - I had a huge full erection again and there was something in the locker room - the brown boots.
I couldn't believe my luck. All of this within less than an hour.
My crush with the foot and boots full of cum, and now the brown boots and almost forever. I threw my pants in the corner because I knew I wouldn't need them anytime soon.
And there they stood, Tamara's boots.
Open and folded down.
I grabbed the right one (as is so often the case), laid it straight on the floor and slid the full length into it.
So I lay on my stomach on the floor, my tail in one boot, and laid the other boot open on the floor in front of me so that I could smell it with my nose.
I was right inside Tamara’s shoe, on the sole.
Then I moved my hips up and down, fucking the boot.
It was indescribably awesome!
I couldn't stop, especially with the thought that Marie was wearing the other, splattered boots.
Fortunately, I had more stamina this time because the greatest pressure was already in the other shoe.
I was sure to last a quarter of an hour.
Out and in one shoe while I literally sucked in the sweet scent of the other with my nose.
But then I couldn't hold it here either, blind with pleasure the next load shot into my boot.
My penis was dripping like after a wet creampie.
I looked for my pants and put the boots back on as if nothing had ever happened ...
It was already dark outside. I closed the door as silently as possible and went back to my room.
Soon it was time for dinner. There was a common dining room for this. Little decor and functional, but lots of tables and compulsory attendance.
I was sitting at the table with some buddies when the girls walked in. They always came as a group and actually always too late, apparently it took so long to get ready.
But something caught my attention. It was neither the make-up nor the girls' shorts, which were sometimes very tight. It was Marie and Tamara. Both behaved strangely. They giggled and looked at me all the time, even when they were already in the square. I examined them more closely - and then it almost fell from my eyes like scales.
They had their boots on. Both.
The blush shot in my head, I tried as best I could to prevent it.
It was impossible that the semen in Tamara's boots had dried. It was just as impossible that she hadn't noticed.
She must have seen it.
The entire boot was full, I even stripped my penis clean on the inside!
I collected myself and looked at Marie's and Tamara's table. They still looked over provocatively. I returned their looks. Did you know? I looked at her shoes. Marie's black and Tamara's light brown boots. Then I noticed a small detail. Both had their legs crossed, but both of them had the right shoe facing me.
They must have noticed that I had noticed.
They looked at each other briefly, then reached under the table without speaking, without taking their eyes off me.
My heart stopped.
Both reached for the zippers of their boots and opened them, as if in slow motion. But only the right boot, the one that I explored with my penis before.
Then the time came.
First, Marie's boot fell to the floor. He fell on his side and lay with the fur side up. Shortly afterwards, Tamara's shoe. I felt like I was in a movie.
I took a closer look.
And then I saw it. I could hardly believe it. Your socks! Marie was still wearing her pink socks and Tamara black. But now I realized it. The socks weren't just pink, they had several stains. Only now did I notice it!
It was my sperm. My juice from the shoes.
Traces of my effusion everywhere on Marie's pink socks! On the toes, on the side of the foot, on the heel, ...
The same picture on Marie's socks - cum all over the socks. A small drop even pulled down from her toes and dripped onto her boot underneath. They noticed how I recognized my work.
Both now looked down at their socks too.
Then back to me.
And giggled.
I walked out of the dining room as quickly and as inconspicuously as humanly possible. I didn't look at the two girls, but I felt their looks on my back.
How did they find out it was me?
Why didn't they report it?
Why this game?
I got horny and disturbed at the same time at the thought of the refined boots and socks of the two, while I thought about the events in the elevator to my room.
When I got to the floor, I threw myself on the bed, lost in thought.
A moment later there was a knock on the door. I didn't answer, I just barely noticed.
Suddenly the door swung open - I had forgotten to lock.
It was Tamara and Marie.
"I ... I ..." I stammered as I tried to get up, but Marie pushed me back onto the bed with a determined arm movement.
"We know what you've done," Tamara said while she smiled mischievously and played with her hair. Meanwhile Marie locked the door from the inside.
"Did you really think we wouldn't see you staring at our shoes the whole time?"
I couldn't answer anything, just lay still on the bed.
Tamara came closer to me and whispered in my ear: "All the leggings and nylons were just to annoy you and test you!"
I was still unable to move. I lay there paralyzed. Did that really happen?
Now Marie came up to me by the bed, too, with one sweeping movement she laid her right leg on the edge of the bed. She had her boot back on.
"You left quite a surprise there," she began as she felt the zipper of the boot. “I knew from the start that you would be behind this when I saw that my boot was suddenly gone. It's a shame that you didn't worry about mine as much as Tamaras! "
That was probably Tamara's cue. She too swung her right foot and boot onto the bed.
"Sure, you dummie. The changing room is bigger than you think “, Tamara answered, slightly puzzling.
"In any case; you left a pretty mess there, I hope you know that! ", said Marie, slightly threatening.
She opened her boot, slipped her foot and socks out of the shoe.
Now I could see it up close. The whole front was full of sperm, shimmering white on the pink sock. It was almost dry now. There were also clear marks in the boot, especially on the insole and fur.
"Clean it up!" Ordered Marie and played with her toes in her socks.
"Www ... ee?" I stammered again.
"Come on, lick it off!", Marie ordered this time more clearly and pressed her pink socks against my mouth.
Without thinking too much, I licked the sperm traces with my tongue. "Go then! Nice clean up! "
I did as directed and licked her socks clean as best I could.
"Well-behaved. Now my boots! ”Marie opened her shoe completely and pressed it onto my face. It was warm and damp. I licked my own sperm traces again.
"Okay that's enough". She took the shoe away from me and put it on. Now Tamara pressed her black socks, which I finished, into my face. "Now it's my turn!" She shouted.
I didn't even notice how aroused during all of this. My pants must have had a significant bulge.
"Look, Tammy, someone wants to get out!" Said Marie and pulled my pants and boxer shorts off my hip with a jerk.
I tried to get up but Tamara pressed her socks tighter on my face and held me down.
“THAT was in MY shoe?” Tamara called, a little horrified at the sight of my stiff member.
It was pretty tight in her brown boot, she should be about size 37 to max. 37.5.
"We can easily test it," said Marie dryly as she grabbed Tamara's boot, which was lying on the bed.
She opened the zipper completely, arched the shaft outward, and reached for my penis. I twitched when her cold fingers caught my penis. Then she introduced me to Tamara's tight boots. It felt warm, but where my juice had dried it was cold.
I couldn't say anything, Tamara's toes were in my mouth. Marie began to move the boot and my penis up and down.
"What are you doing?", Tamara asked when she saw that.
"Did not you hear? Sperm makes leather softer! "
They looked at each other and they both started laughing.
Marie didn't have to do much, it wasn't long before I ejaculated into Tamara's boots again. Not quite as much as at the beginning in Maries or the first time with Tamaras, but still decent.
I huffed.
"Oh, look!"
"Good, my little splash," Tamara whispered in my ear.
She took her foot out of my mouth and stood up. She pulled her right sock off her foot.
"Marie, give me my shoe back!"
Marie did as instructed and gave her the refilled boot. To my amazement, she put it on without detour barefoot.
I could hardly believe my eyes! She seemed to be enjoying it!
She closed the zipper and stepped on the floor. My sperm should have spread between her toes at this point.
"Mhhh" came from Tamara. She had closed her eyes and seemed to like it a lot. "I was afraid only Marie would get a load today!"
"You like it?" I asked.
“Well and how! Why do you think I was in the stupid cold last week in school with only pantyhose and boots? We just waited for you to finally take our shoes and fill them! "
"You already knew it all along?"
"And how! You were staring at our legs 24/7, we just didn't know which of us would be the first with a surprise in our shoes. But today it was all the better. After Marie's boots "disappeared", it was already clear to us that it would finally be time. I then sent you my boots specially for Marie. Weren't you surprised that she didn't notice when she got dressed and left my boots there?
"Honestly no…"
“Anyway, we watched you through the window of the door, it wasn't so smart of you to leave your flashlight in the corner; you were more lit than a Christmas tree! "
I did not know what to say.
"But now there must be a tie!"
Tamara suddenly sat down on my chest with her back to me. Fortunately, it wasn't difficult.
Marie picked up my penis again, but this time she only held it upright. He was correspondingly tired after all the effusions that evening.
Tamara then took it between the soles of her boots.
She exerted a lot of pressure, which was painful on the one hand, but extremely arousing on the other. She moved her boots up and down. I clutched the edge of the bed while the two girls worked on me.
The movements became more and more intense and I felt myself getting close to orgasm again despite all the fatigue. The girls must have noticed it too, because moments before it shot out of me one last time, Tamara let my member out of the grip of her sole of the boots and Marie pulled her pink socks onto my penis at lightning speed.
I felt the pressure release from me.
The whole load was in Marie's pink socks. She wiped every drop of juice from my piece as she pulled it off, and then put on her socks.
"It's amazing how much you can inject!" She said as she put her boot back on and stepped on the floor with it.
"Do you run all over your toes and tickle something?" Tamara asked with a laugh.
"Yes exactly! It's really warm too! "
Tamara got down from me. They both gathered at the door.
"That remains our secret, get it, little splash?"
They opened the door and left me motionless on the bed with my pants down.
End of chapter 3.
That was somewhere in nowhere in Austria, and accordingly everyone was in winter clothes. All but one. She. Well not quite. Of course she had black winter boots (which will be important) - they were made of black, dark leather, not really high, maybe a little higher than the ankles. Black rubber sole and inside with white fur (imitation).
I had been fascinated by these boots all winter long, not only because they had belonged to Marie, no, also because they looked really really cool and she always combined them with rather tight pants and leggings, which the boots had always highlighted.
There was also another girl, Tamara (name changed), she was also quite quiet in the back row of the class, but she too had incredibly cool boots, this time light brown from "Young Spirit", two straps crossed at the front and about halfway up.
But back to the topic. So we were in Austria in this hotel, which was generally pretty shabby, but well, it wasn't a wellness temple and nobody wanted that.
Before we went skiing every day, of course, we had to change in the hotel.
The space for this was basically the basement, a bench on the wall and the rest of the room full of ski racks, about 4-5 rows. A small light bulb without a socket on the ceiling - in short, you saw next to nothing, actually you could only guess where what was.
In addition, this room was not connected to the hotel and you had to go several meters out of the hotel through the snow to get in there.
That of course meant that the girls were wearing their boots.
This is also the case on the first day before we set off for the slopes. Both girls had their boots on and went to the locker room. I just joined them, small talk, and strategically sat next to her so I could watch.
How she first opened the zipper on the side of the left shoe and then the right one before sliding out of the shoe.
Her pink socks rolled up and got stuck in the shoe. I almost exploded with pleasure when the boot fell to the floor and she slowly put the sock back on.
Unfortunately I couldn't do anything anymore because the bus had already been waiting and we went skiing.
When we got back, however, I tried to be the first in the locker room.
That had worked, too, and I was at my place well ahead of the others, right next to the boots.
But I knew that the others would come at any moment, so I put my hand into one of the boots as quickly as possible and pushed it further into the shade, more to my place, into the darkness.
Since the light was rather modest, you could hardly see it at all unless you knew where it was. That was a great feeling, the fur was soft and I could already feel that the shoe was primarily intended for narrow feet, because it was very tight.
Then I messed up the other shoes as quickly as possible, so that it looked as if they had been cleaned or something like that and jumped up to the ski shelves and pretended I had been there the whole time.
I could then watch the others come in and of course Marie noticed after a while that one of the boots was missing.
The girls had to go back to the hotel to shower as soon as possible, as there were regular times for this.
So she had searched frantically at first but found nothing. When she finally gave up and ran to the hotel, I heard her say to a friend that she wanted to get another flashlight.
Of course, nobody had looked after the boys, most of them were already back playing cards.
I had waited until I was the last one in the locker room (pretending my snowboard was stuck in the holder) and went back to my seat, almost passed out from the hard stand I had had all day with anticipation.
I had fished my boot out of the dark and sat on the bench.
The zipper on the side was still open since she took it off. I smelled the fur, it was metallic, cute, and smelled worn. But by no means negative.
Inside, the sole was black, where the toes and heels were. But only lightly. I ran my fingers over the rough leather and the wrinkles that had been made on it by walking. It was an incredibly cool feeling to hold the shoe in my hands after all the waiting time.
I pulled my pants down and didn't think twice - I slipped into the shoe.
That feeling, wow!
The fur massaged all over the place and the whole boot was quite tight because she was wearing a 38 at the time. I was so overwhelmed by the feeling and the thought that it was Marie's shoe that I hadn't even noticed how close I was to the climax and so it happened as it had to come - all the juice of a whole day thinking about the shoes exploded in the boot.
Everything, really everything, was covered in sticky effusion inside. On the front of the toes, in the middle, it even ran down to the heel.
I froze. Shit what am I doing now? I couldn't wipe it out, I had nothing with me!
There was nothing left for me to do but pull up my pants and put my boot back in the dark, but this time where it was originally.
Then I went back to the hotel with a slight red head ...
To my surprise, the two girls came towards me on the way to the changing room. With her was Tamara, with the brown boots, in one hand a flashlight. I politely held the door open when Marie stopped and clapped her head.
"Damn you have to go through the snow, what crap!"
"Never mind, here quickly take my boots for the few meters, I'll go back to the room.", Answered the other girl.
"And where do I put it then?"
"Oh, just leave her in the changing room, I'll go down with others tomorrow - or you will carry me ..." - she looked at me and winked.
I just grinned and offered Marie to briefly help her with the search. Of course all of that with a slightly red head, I knew what was to be found in the locker room.
"Sure, thanks!" Answered Marie.
We went to the locker room, she switched on the flashlight and shone it on the floor while my pulse kept beating faster.
What would I do if she found out? How would i react?
It kept shining and finally the beam of light fell on the boot in the corner.
“There it is!” She shouted.
My heart stopped.
In the light I saw the sperm glitter in the boot.
"Stop here," she gave me the flashlight and sat on the bench.
She chatted something about stupid service in the hotel and that they would clean when our stuff was in the locker room.
She took off the other girl's brown boots and put them down. I distracted them by getting on the subject and continuing to rail against the hotel.
She talked herself so furiously that she didn't notice anything.
First she put on the boot she had with her.
Then I caught my breath.
She reached for the finished boot.
Luckily it only caught him on the top outside, luckily there was no sperm there.
I shone the flashlight in the other direction to further distract.
"Hey, be careful with the light, I can't see anything anymore," she called out.
But by then her foot was already in the middle of the sperm.
"Well at least the shoes are not cold here in the room," she said.
If you only knew, I just thought.
"Well come on, let's go!" She said as she pulled up the zipper.
So she hadn't noticed!
I got immeasurably hard again at the thought that she was literally ankle-deep in my juice with her pink socks.
My pants bulged, making it impossible for me to go back into the lighted hotel.
Halfway through, I artificially slapped my head.
"Oh crap, my hat is still inside" - I didn't have a hat at all.
"Well, I'll go to the room, you can do it on your own. Here take the lamp with you and then bring it! "
Wow. That worked! So I was in the locker room again.
Alone.
And nobody would come that fast.
Well I wasn't completely alone - I had a huge full erection again and there was something in the locker room - the brown boots.
I couldn't believe my luck. All of this within less than an hour.
My crush with the foot and boots full of cum, and now the brown boots and almost forever. I threw my pants in the corner because I knew I wouldn't need them anytime soon.
And there they stood, Tamara's boots.
Open and folded down.
I grabbed the right one (as is so often the case), laid it straight on the floor and slid the full length into it.
So I lay on my stomach on the floor, my tail in one boot, and laid the other boot open on the floor in front of me so that I could smell it with my nose.
I was right inside Tamara’s shoe, on the sole.
Then I moved my hips up and down, fucking the boot.
It was indescribably awesome!
I couldn't stop, especially with the thought that Marie was wearing the other, splattered boots.
Fortunately, I had more stamina this time because the greatest pressure was already in the other shoe.
I was sure to last a quarter of an hour.
Out and in one shoe while I literally sucked in the sweet scent of the other with my nose.
But then I couldn't hold it here either, blind with pleasure the next load shot into my boot.
My penis was dripping like after a wet creampie.
I looked for my pants and put the boots back on as if nothing had ever happened ...
It was already dark outside. I closed the door as silently as possible and went back to my room.
Soon it was time for dinner. There was a common dining room for this. Little decor and functional, but lots of tables and compulsory attendance.
I was sitting at the table with some buddies when the girls walked in. They always came as a group and actually always too late, apparently it took so long to get ready.
But something caught my attention. It was neither the make-up nor the girls' shorts, which were sometimes very tight. It was Marie and Tamara. Both behaved strangely. They giggled and looked at me all the time, even when they were already in the square. I examined them more closely - and then it almost fell from my eyes like scales.
They had their boots on. Both.
The blush shot in my head, I tried as best I could to prevent it.
It was impossible that the semen in Tamara's boots had dried. It was just as impossible that she hadn't noticed.
She must have seen it.
The entire boot was full, I even stripped my penis clean on the inside!
I collected myself and looked at Marie's and Tamara's table. They still looked over provocatively. I returned their looks. Did you know? I looked at her shoes. Marie's black and Tamara's light brown boots. Then I noticed a small detail. Both had their legs crossed, but both of them had the right shoe facing me.
They must have noticed that I had noticed.
They looked at each other briefly, then reached under the table without speaking, without taking their eyes off me.
My heart stopped.
Both reached for the zippers of their boots and opened them, as if in slow motion. But only the right boot, the one that I explored with my penis before.
Then the time came.
First, Marie's boot fell to the floor. He fell on his side and lay with the fur side up. Shortly afterwards, Tamara's shoe. I felt like I was in a movie.
I took a closer look.
And then I saw it. I could hardly believe it. Your socks! Marie was still wearing her pink socks and Tamara black. But now I realized it. The socks weren't just pink, they had several stains. Only now did I notice it!
It was my sperm. My juice from the shoes.
Traces of my effusion everywhere on Marie's pink socks! On the toes, on the side of the foot, on the heel, ...
The same picture on Marie's socks - cum all over the socks. A small drop even pulled down from her toes and dripped onto her boot underneath. They noticed how I recognized my work.
Both now looked down at their socks too.
Then back to me.
And giggled.
I walked out of the dining room as quickly and as inconspicuously as humanly possible. I didn't look at the two girls, but I felt their looks on my back.
How did they find out it was me?
Why didn't they report it?
Why this game?
I got horny and disturbed at the same time at the thought of the refined boots and socks of the two, while I thought about the events in the elevator to my room.
When I got to the floor, I threw myself on the bed, lost in thought.
A moment later there was a knock on the door. I didn't answer, I just barely noticed.
Suddenly the door swung open - I had forgotten to lock.
It was Tamara and Marie.
"I ... I ..." I stammered as I tried to get up, but Marie pushed me back onto the bed with a determined arm movement.
"We know what you've done," Tamara said while she smiled mischievously and played with her hair. Meanwhile Marie locked the door from the inside.
"Did you really think we wouldn't see you staring at our shoes the whole time?"
I couldn't answer anything, just lay still on the bed.
Tamara came closer to me and whispered in my ear: "All the leggings and nylons were just to annoy you and test you!"
I was still unable to move. I lay there paralyzed. Did that really happen?
Now Marie came up to me by the bed, too, with one sweeping movement she laid her right leg on the edge of the bed. She had her boot back on.
"You left quite a surprise there," she began as she felt the zipper of the boot. “I knew from the start that you would be behind this when I saw that my boot was suddenly gone. It's a shame that you didn't worry about mine as much as Tamaras! "
That was probably Tamara's cue. She too swung her right foot and boot onto the bed.
"Sure, you dummie. The changing room is bigger than you think “, Tamara answered, slightly puzzling.
"In any case; you left a pretty mess there, I hope you know that! ", said Marie, slightly threatening.
She opened her boot, slipped her foot and socks out of the shoe.
Now I could see it up close. The whole front was full of sperm, shimmering white on the pink sock. It was almost dry now. There were also clear marks in the boot, especially on the insole and fur.
"Clean it up!" Ordered Marie and played with her toes in her socks.
"Www ... ee?" I stammered again.
"Come on, lick it off!", Marie ordered this time more clearly and pressed her pink socks against my mouth.
Without thinking too much, I licked the sperm traces with my tongue. "Go then! Nice clean up! "
I did as directed and licked her socks clean as best I could.
"Well-behaved. Now my boots! ”Marie opened her shoe completely and pressed it onto my face. It was warm and damp. I licked my own sperm traces again.
"Okay that's enough". She took the shoe away from me and put it on. Now Tamara pressed her black socks, which I finished, into my face. "Now it's my turn!" She shouted.
I didn't even notice how aroused during all of this. My pants must have had a significant bulge.
"Look, Tammy, someone wants to get out!" Said Marie and pulled my pants and boxer shorts off my hip with a jerk.
I tried to get up but Tamara pressed her socks tighter on my face and held me down.
“THAT was in MY shoe?” Tamara called, a little horrified at the sight of my stiff member.
It was pretty tight in her brown boot, she should be about size 37 to max. 37.5.
"We can easily test it," said Marie dryly as she grabbed Tamara's boot, which was lying on the bed.
She opened the zipper completely, arched the shaft outward, and reached for my penis. I twitched when her cold fingers caught my penis. Then she introduced me to Tamara's tight boots. It felt warm, but where my juice had dried it was cold.
I couldn't say anything, Tamara's toes were in my mouth. Marie began to move the boot and my penis up and down.
"What are you doing?", Tamara asked when she saw that.
"Did not you hear? Sperm makes leather softer! "
They looked at each other and they both started laughing.
Marie didn't have to do much, it wasn't long before I ejaculated into Tamara's boots again. Not quite as much as at the beginning in Maries or the first time with Tamaras, but still decent.
I huffed.
"Oh, look!"
"Good, my little splash," Tamara whispered in my ear.
She took her foot out of my mouth and stood up. She pulled her right sock off her foot.
"Marie, give me my shoe back!"
Marie did as instructed and gave her the refilled boot. To my amazement, she put it on without detour barefoot.
I could hardly believe my eyes! She seemed to be enjoying it!
She closed the zipper and stepped on the floor. My sperm should have spread between her toes at this point.
"Mhhh" came from Tamara. She had closed her eyes and seemed to like it a lot. "I was afraid only Marie would get a load today!"
"You like it?" I asked.
“Well and how! Why do you think I was in the stupid cold last week in school with only pantyhose and boots? We just waited for you to finally take our shoes and fill them! "
"You already knew it all along?"
"And how! You were staring at our legs 24/7, we just didn't know which of us would be the first with a surprise in our shoes. But today it was all the better. After Marie's boots "disappeared", it was already clear to us that it would finally be time. I then sent you my boots specially for Marie. Weren't you surprised that she didn't notice when she got dressed and left my boots there?
"Honestly no…"
“Anyway, we watched you through the window of the door, it wasn't so smart of you to leave your flashlight in the corner; you were more lit than a Christmas tree! "
I did not know what to say.
"But now there must be a tie!"
Tamara suddenly sat down on my chest with her back to me. Fortunately, it wasn't difficult.
Marie picked up my penis again, but this time she only held it upright. He was correspondingly tired after all the effusions that evening.
Tamara then took it between the soles of her boots.
She exerted a lot of pressure, which was painful on the one hand, but extremely arousing on the other. She moved her boots up and down. I clutched the edge of the bed while the two girls worked on me.
The movements became more and more intense and I felt myself getting close to orgasm again despite all the fatigue. The girls must have noticed it too, because moments before it shot out of me one last time, Tamara let my member out of the grip of her sole of the boots and Marie pulled her pink socks onto my penis at lightning speed.
I felt the pressure release from me.
The whole load was in Marie's pink socks. She wiped every drop of juice from my piece as she pulled it off, and then put on her socks.
"It's amazing how much you can inject!" She said as she put her boot back on and stepped on the floor with it.
"Do you run all over your toes and tickle something?" Tamara asked with a laugh.
"Yes exactly! It's really warm too! "
Tamara got down from me. They both gathered at the door.
"That remains our secret, get it, little splash?"
They opened the door and left me motionless on the bed with my pants down.
End of chapter 3.
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