FJFest, Part TEN

Here is a little more background on Karin, and a visit to her lair. Also,

who can handle Matt? Plus, can the Heights girls carry a tune?

“She’s always been like that, stuck up and spoiled by her family” Matt

began. “My dad used to work with her dad, and we’d play together as little

kids. Even then, her favorite game was ‘Princess and the Slave’. Guess

who’d play the slave?” Aurore gave a slight snicker. “Hmmm…let me

see…could it be…YOU?” she asked in a drawn out manner. “Good guess” was his

reply. “She was INSISTANT on having me kiss her foot or give her legs a

massage. One time…” Here he winced at the memory. “…there was a large

puddle in the yard. She wanted me to throw my jacket down, so she could

walk across it. It was a new jacket, so I refused. Unfortunately for me,

she had been taking judo lessons. One quick toss over her hip, and I was in

the puddle. It ruined my jacket and everything.” The rest of the girls

gasped at his story. He nodded, and Ami asked him “So why did you continue

to play with her? It doesn’t sound like she was much of a playmate.” “My

dad worked for her dad, and I was there to keep her happy, as well as away

from both out fathers” was his reply. “She controlled him, and as long as

SHE was happy, her dad was happy, and MY dad could keep working” Matt

continued.

“One day, out of the blue, she just KICKED me…downstairs. I went

crying to my dad. Trouble is, SHE went crying to her OWN dad, saying how I

was mean, and wouldn’t play with her. She kept that up for about a week,

and then…” He paused a little longer this time. “…Dad got his walking

papers. Fortunately, her dad helped him find another job, but not at the

same pay. We moved downtown, and that’s where it ends.” HE gave a slight

laugh. “I think she just wanted a new playmate, and she was tired of me.”

Cindy and Zoë had tears in their eyes, and the rest of the girls were

stunned silent. Just HOW MEAN could one girl be?

At that moment, in a RV in the school parking lot, the object of their

mutual loathing was seated in a chair. She had her perfectly matching ankle

socks and perfectly clean pink-and white sneakers on the floor beside her.

She just finished painting her toenails blood-red, her preferred color, and

her foot rested on the forehead of the son of the head ashikoki judge. His

name was Joe. Seated around her were some familiar faces. The girl

Henrietta knew as Pushy Girl was to Karin’s right. Her own feet were placed

on the boy’s shoulder. Her rightful name was Barb. To Barb’s right was a

slightly chunky girl with glasses. Her real name was Alexandra, Alex to her

friends. She was tapping her socked foot on the boy’s stomach. Across from

them was a slightly built exchange student from India by the name of Shanti.

She had her legs crossed, bare feet propped on his chest as a footrest.

Several of her teammates were gathered around, also using Joe as a footrest.

Shanti turned to Karin and asked “What exactly are we doing with this guy?

How will he help us win the competition?” Karin replied with a smile “We

promised his dad that we’d make a man out of him. In return, we call the

shots on the competition. We set the rules; even change them at the last

minute. I want to make sure a few girls know who’s REALLY running this

show.” Shanti nodded, then asked “But that doesn’t explain WHY we’ve got

this guy…” tapping her heel on his chest “… in your camper. Sure, we use

him for trample practice and as a foot rest. How is that going to make a

man out of him?” Karin smiled even wider. “I didn’t specifically tell his

dad he’d be a REAL man. He’ll be more of a submissive man. He’ll still be

a man, but certainly more obedient.” Joe shifted slightly on the floor, and

Karin tapped him lightly on the forehead. “You’ll find everything works SO

much better if you remember two rules: I’m always right, and I always win.

The world works so much better that way.” Joe settled back down, and Karin

started to pull on her own thigh-high stockings.

Matt ran off to check on his position while Henrietta and her team went to

find Ms. Seto. They found her by the judge’s table with a surprised look on

her face. “It would seem there were…errors…in judging from yesterday” she

hesitantly told her students. “The girls from the Heights were wrongly

counted out, according to the head judge.” She pointed towards a

worried-looking fellow, then continued “So, their whole squad has been

re-entered into the competition.” She saw the down-trodden looks on their

faces, and then tried to cheer them up. “Hey, you beat them before…fair and

square.” She seemed to direct her last response to the judges table. “Just

beat them again.” Henrietta and Kari looked at each other, their unease

growing. “I don’t know how well my ankle’s going to hold up, and I know

Henrietta’s worn out” Kari replied. Ms. Seto nodded. “Just do the best you

can.” Aurore interjected “Hey, does that mean I’m back in? I only lost by

a little bit yesterday.” Ms. Seto shook her head. “No, I’m afraid not.

For SOME STRANGE REASON…” here she again directed her comments towards the

judges “…the scoring errors ONLY affected the Heights girls.” The girls

could see her shoulders slump, but then straighten back up. “What’s done is

done. We’ve got to make the most of this.” Ms. Seto looked over at

Henrietta and Kari, who were completely crushed by this latest turn of

events. “It’s up to the both of you now.”

Henrietta’s fears were not comforted by her last statement. She headed to

the field with butterflies in the pit of her stomach. The judge gave her

position 8, and she trudged in that direction. She reached her position,

and looked down at Matt. He was already in the chair, wearing nothing but a

towel over his mid-section. Her unease went down a bit. “I had to do some

trading, but Mikey spoke so well of you, I had to try you for myself” he

told her with a smirk. She nodded, but her eyes never left the bulge in the

middle of his towel. “In a minute, you’ll get to see just how Mikey’s going

to grow up” he told her, still with that smirk on his face.

Trying to clear her mind, Henrietta looked around at her competition. Some

girls looked a bit odd wearing the sneaker-stocking combination. One black

girl actually had thigh-high white fishnets with low-top white Keds, which

had to be the strangest combo she’d ever seen. A couple of girls, better

prepared, had matching Mary Janes or loafers. Another girl had managed to

bring knee-high argyle stockings and saddle shoes, making her look like she

came from the 1950s. Henrietta supposed her white stockings with Nikes

weren’t so bad after all. “Don’t worry, they look cute on you” Matt said.

The one-minute warning was announced, and Henrietta quickly removed her

sneakers. She placed them under Matt’s chair, as she didn’t want any mess

to clean up or walk around in later. Most of the other girls did the same.

The bulge in Matt’s towel seemed to grow bigger. “You sure you’re just a

freshman?” Henrietta asked. “That thing looks all grown up!” He just

politely laughed at the remark as he whipped the towel off. His cock wasn’t

even fully engorged, but it was easily longer than her own foot.

The whistle blew at that moment, and Henrietta started to work. She lightly

caressed his ball sac with her toes, and he moaned in response. She

continued up his shaft with one delicate stroke as he settled back in the

chair. She started back down his shaft, this time using the ball of her

foot. Reaching the base, she deftly and delicately twisted the ball of her

foot on his penis before starting back up.

She noticed several of the other girls were already sitting down to use both

feet. To her left, Fishnet Girl was lying on her stomach, and was stroking

her bottoms’ cock between her soles from that position, the white soles of

her feet and her black legs in the fishnets pumping rhythmically. Henrietta

thought that was an awkward way to work, but she noticed her teammate

Michelle studying the position intently. The rest of her teammates were

gathered around her, cheering her on. She gave them a quick wave and smile

without missing a beat, repeating the same delicate stroke from earlier.

She knew in situations like this to let the nylons do the work. A glance to

her right showed that Argyle Girl had gotten another “sniffer”, to use

Matt’s term. His face was buried in her right sole while she tickled his

ball sac with the left. She then pointed her foot, and he happily put her

toes in his mouth.

A small cramp was developing in Henrietta’s right calf, so she sat down

between Matt’s feet. From this position, she started stroking his now firm

shaft with her right sole. She glanced up at him. “You’re not a sniffer,

are you?” she had to ask. Even in his concentration and bliss, he managed a

smile. “Sometimes, but if you want to see what it feels like…” With that,

he leaned forward, and Henrietta raised her right foot towards him. He

nestled his nose in her nylon toes, and she could feel his breath on her

soles when he inhaled. A warm breeze went through the nylons and between

her toes as he exhaled. Usually, you inhale through the nose and out the

mouth; he’s doing it backwards, she thought as she continued to stroke

up-and-down his cock with her toes. She felt a warm sensation on her heel

as Matt started to slowly lick his way up her foot. He swirled his tongue

around on her sole, and she had to stifle a giggle. Even through the nylons

it felt real good, she thought as she rested her heel against the base of

his shaft and rolled her foot up. He was now fully engorged, and she was

astounded to see that her toes were still an inch or so from the head of his

cock. He really WASN’T kidding about growing up, she thought, and wondered

how Mikey would measure up to Matt in a couple of years.

She arched her right foot, pointing the toes directly at Matt. He took the

hint, and gave the tips of each of her toes a little smooch before putting

them in his mouth. The warm dampness of his mouth and his tongue swirling

around her toes caused Henrietta to shudder. This was a new way to enjoy

the competition, she thought as she started to use the ball of her left foot

to stroke and press his cock. He had her foot in his mouth up to the ball

of her foot, and she was enjoying the sensation of his tongue on the sole of

her foot. She flexed her toes inside his mouth, and could feel him inhale

around her foot. She also noticed he was leaking pre-come, and it was

soaking the toes of her stockings. With real regret, she pulled her foot

out of his mouth, and started stroking his cock between the soles of her

feet.

A quick look around showed Henrietta she was in the lead. Fishnet Girl’s

bottom was moaning, but he wasn’t fully erect yet. Argyle Girl still had

her foot in her bottom’s mouth, and he was certainly enjoying it, but the

closest to coming was still Matt. Henrietta rolled his cock between her

soles, and watched him settle back down in the chair. A little more nylon

toe action on the head of his cock, squeezing and gripping the head with her

toes got a more urgent groan from Matt. She knew he was about ready to pop.

She went back to the long cock strokes between her soles, and she could

see him shuddering. Any second now…

Too late, she realized his fully-swollen cock was pointing straight at her.

In that instant, he shot his load directly in her face. His first semen

blast caught her on the forehead and the bridge of her nose. Her feet flew

off his cock as she cried out in surprise and tried to turn her head.

Again, she was too late, as his next load caught her left cheek and her open

mouth. Henrietta gagged and turned to spit his hot, salty-tasting load out.

His third blast caught her hair, and a good bit ended in her left ear. At

that very instant of turning her head, a bright flash blinded her. Geez, he

BLINDED me as well, she thought as she coughed and gagged. Then she heard a

very familiar voice remark “Oh, yeah, THAT one’s a keeper!” Even with one

eye glued shut, thanks to Matt, she knew the owner of that voice.

“Yes indeed, that’s going on my website!” Karin exclaimed. The rest of

the Heights girls were looking over her shoulder at the digital image on

Karin’s camera. Henrietta violently shook her head, partly to get Matt’s

semen out of her ear, but mostly in denial. This CAN’T be happening to me

TODAY, she thought. Behind her, Matt was still kicked back in his chair.

He was completely unaware of what had just happened, and was sitting there,

blissed out with his head tilted back and a huge smile on his face.

“He caught her by surprise, and shot her ‘tween the eyes” came the sing-song

refrain from Alex. Barb joined in: “Now she’ll hit the showers, and he has

to buy her flowers!” The rest of the Heights girls were still staring at

her picture with exaggerated “OOOHs” and “AHHHs”. Matt picked this time to

raise his head up. “Oh, MAN! I see what Mikey was…” His voice trailed off

as he realized what had happened. As if to cap off her humiliation, Fishnet

Girl’s bottom picked this time to unload. He caught Fishnet Girl square in

the middle of her shoulders. She squealed in surprise as his semen soaked

through her top and onto her skin. That only got the Heights girls laughing

more.

Matt tried to console her. “Hey, I’m sorry about that. I thought you were

in control…” Henrietta wasn’t hearing any of it. She instinctively knew if

she ran it would look even worse than it was. Still, marching towards the

showers in her sticky stocking feet just prolonged her hearing the jeers and

catcalls of the Heights girls. Fishnet Girl didn’t have any qualms about

that as she darted past Henrietta en-rout to the showers.

Worst of all, when she turned back, her team mates were gathered around

Mikey, who still looked stunned at the proceedings. Behind him was Matt,

who had a sorrowful, apologetic, look on his face.

End of Part TEN