Brooke Is Passed Out Drunk

Brooke and I shared statistics class my junior year of college. The first day of class I noticed her wearing shorts and sandals, so of course I made it a point to sit diagonally behind her for the foot show. Brooke didn't disappoint either! Everyday she gave me the foot show of my life! Fist of all let me describe her. She is very athletic and about 5'5" tall. A lovely brunette with a slender build and about size six feet I guessed. Each day was the same foot show. She'd come in, sit down and start sliding her feet in and out of her sandals. Then she would take them off and cross on ankle over the other. This angle gave me a great shot of the entire length of her soft looking soles. She would spread the toes on that exposed foot and then point them. All I wanted to do was kneel behind her and shower her creamy white soles with a HUGE load of cum. It almost seemed like she knew what she was doing. She was a mind reader!

I had tried on many occasions to try and talk to Brooke, but she was a bitch! She wouldn't give me the time of day. I knew I had to have those feet! One Friday in class I overheard her taking about a party that night to a friend of hers. One of my friends was invited so I got very excited about being able to see her off campus. I just knew she'd wear something that showed her feet off.

We got to the party late and everybody was drunk. I looked around for Brooke and found her sitting on the sofa between two guys. She was wearing jeans and black boots, DAMN IT! I made the rounds and didn't even try to talk to her. The night wore on and Brooke was really putting the drinks away! I watched her get more and more drunk. People slowly started to leave. I was looking for the bathroom when I heard one of Brooke's girlfriends ask another girl to make sure Brooke didn't drive and got home safe. The girl agreed, but she was hammered too. A few minutes later I saw Brooke's ride drive away, she was stranded and didn't know it!

Unable to find the bathroom I made my way out into the deserted backyard. Our hostess for the evening's parents was very rich and had a huge backyard with a long path that snaked around thru the woods in the back. I walked way back down the path and found a place to pee. Then I heard girl's voices. I looked thru some bushes and saw Brooke sitting on a swing talking to a girlfriend of hers. She was so wasted! Her friends made fun of how drunk she was and how she didn't even know who they were. Finally they said goodbye and left Brooke sitting there. I watched Brooke stand up and try to walk. She stumbled and then sat down on the grass. Brooke laid down and passed out. I took the chance.

Nobody could see us from the house. I walked up to her and nudged her. She was out of it. I turned her on her back and got behind her. I put my arms under hers and dragged her way back in the woods to a small patch of grass surrounded by high bushes. I turned her over on her tummy and sat down on her butt. I even picked a hand up and watch it fall back to the ground.

I reached down and pulled her boots to my chest by the legs of her jeans. I scooted her knees together so her feet were resting side by side. I reached up her pant leg and found the right boot's zipper. Slowly I pulled it down, feeling every tooth of the zipper. Once it was down at the instep of her boot I did the same to her left boot. I grabbed each shoe by the large heels and pulled them slowly off her feet. Once they were off I could feel the moist heat coming off her socked feet in the humid night air. There before me were Brooke's soles encased in soft cotton white socks. Her socks had some black marks on them from her black leather boots. I leaned forward and buried my face in her soles. They felt so hot and moist from her foot sweat. The smell wasn't that strong, but it smelled perfect! Her socks were really wet from sweating all night. I bit her socks and pulled them with my teeth. All I really wanted was to see her feet, bare. I rolled her socks off her feet, one at a time. They stuck to her feet as they came off. Especially around the heels and balls of her little feet. Once they were bare I pressed my face down into her soles again. I left my face down there and just inhaled deeply. Her soles felt so warm and soft against my sweating face. Her feet had sock imprints on them, on the tops of her feet and around her ankles. I brushed the sock lint off each foot.

Now I had to taste them. I took her right foot and mashed my tongue down on her heel. I sucked her narrow little heel into my mouth and sucked on it hard. I studied her sole as I sucked her tender heel. I looked at every line and wrinkle in them. They were so soft looking, very innocent. I sucked her heel harder then I dragged my tongue very slowly up the length of her moist sole to the balls of her foot. Once there I sucked and chewed gently on the balls of that foot. They smelled so good and I could taste the light salty scent on them. I licked backward and made sure that her deep arches didn't escape my wet mouth. I looked at her sole again and it was soaking wet from my saliva. As my tongue slid up her sweet sole I could feel every wrinkle on her foot. I took her feet away from my mouth long enough to give them a strong massage. I loved massaging her feet. Watching the skin being pulled and stretched. The way my hands contorted the shape of her foot. I spread her toes apart by pressing on the balls of her feet. Then I leaned down and stuck my nose between each of her young toes.

I put both feet back to together again and held them by her small ankles with one hand. The other hand gripped her toes and bent them back to her heels. I knew her feet were flexible from class and I wanted to see just how flexible. I bent her toes back further and further until her feet were almost in the shape of the letter "C". Over the next ten minutes not one inch of her feet escaped my mouth. I thought about class and what a bitch she was. Now she was mine for the time being.

My cock couldn't take anymore. I flipped Brooke on her back and I knelt in front of her. I pushed her knees back to her chest and held her feet together with one hand. My other hand pulled my shorts down and my raging hard-on out. The top view showed me Brooke's cute little toes, perfectly formed and painted a dark red. I pulled her ankles up to my face and really lathered them down with saliva. Her deep arches were dripping. I squeezed her feet together and slowly brought them to my cock.

The head of my cock slowly penetrated her wet insteps. It felt so good I shut my eyes for second and bit my lower lip to keep from calling out. I had her innocent feet pressed so tight around my cock. I slowly began to push and pull her feet so that she was fucking me with her stuck up feet. I pulled my shirt up so that I could feel the underside of her toes as they pressed against my cock when it was pressed all the way in. Her little toes looked so well mashed against my pelvis. Finally I couldn't take much more of this. I picked up the pace and really start to pound her feet. In a few seconds I could feel cum welling up inside of me. I shot my first squirt between her feet and it landed on her neck and face. Quickly I took one hand and held her soft feet up by her toes. This offered me the full length of her soles to cum on. I shot load after load of hot cum all over her soles and toes. Cum was thick and stuck to her feet like glue. I watched as cum ran down between her toes and onto the tops of her feet.

I took her feet back in my hands and massaged my cum into her feet. I looked around to make sure we were still alone. I took her soft, sweaty socks and stuffed them in my pocket. I took her feet and managed to put her wet feet back into them. I dragged her back to the swing set and propped her against a tree. I made sure my cum was off her face and I kissed her softly on the cheek. I snuck out the backyard and hoped over the fence. I smelled her socks as I found my way home thinking of sweet little Brooke sitting there, her feet starting sweat again in those boots and her feet soaked in my cum. I wondered what she was going to do when she woke up.

The next Monday in class she made no mention of it and didn't look at me any different. Guess I got away with it!