FJ Festival, Part ONE

These are all original characters. The story is based on a VERY nice 
picture I found. The scene was so perfect, I went ahead and created a story 
around it. THe hardest part was coming up with fellow competitors, and the 
rules of the various games.

"I don't need to tell you how important this one is" Ms. Seto, the 
school ashikoki coach, told the team. Henrietta looked around the room at 
the other five girls. "This one's for the middle school state championship. 
We've been runner up for the last four years, and I know we can handle 
this one" Ms. Seto continued. "Some of you will be heading to high school 
next year, and it will be a whole different level of play. Go with a state 
championship trophy, and it will be so much easier."
Henrietta came from a long line of ashikoki champions. Her parents met 
on the exact same field 25 years earlier, and had married right out of high 
school. Her older sister, Mamimi, was high school state champion, and was 
competing on the college level. Her older brother, Jake, was a frequently 
sought-after bottom until an injury caused by a calloused foot ended his 
career prematurely. Even her little sister was tops in her elementary 
school class. Her first stained white tights from kindergarten hung in the 
den in an airtight frame right next to Henrietta's and Mamimi's. The den 
was their little shrine, with trophies and plaques occupying one whole wall. 
Yes, Henrietta thought to herself, ashikoki runs in my blood.
"Well, good luck" Ms. Seto concluded. "Henrietta, you and Mai will be 
in the first round. Make me proud". Henrietta and Mai headed for the 
preparation table. "Good luck, not that you'll need it" Mai whispered. 
"Don't worry, we'll finish this first and second" Henrietta whispered back 
as she removed her shoes and socks. "We've practiced all year for this". 
She massaged a dose of baby oil to her bare feet, while Mai rubbed her own, 
checking for any blisters or corns that could impede success. Then Mai tok 
the bottle for her own dose, while Henrietta put her socks and shoes back 
on. "I've always wondered why you just don't wear sandals out to the field" 
Mai asked. "The shoes keep the oil from drying out. I guess that's my big 
secret for winning" Henrietta replied. They both put their headbands on and 
walked outside
Henrietta and Mai walked out to the field amid chants of "TOPH, TOPH". 
She smiled at this. One of her practice mates once said she could move the 
Earth with her bare feet, so the nickname just stuck. One of the referees 
walked over to her. "You get Chair 4, and Mai gets Chair 5. Your bottoms 
are already in position, so just sit and wait". Mai gave Henrietta a quick 
hug. "Well, good luck with this, and I'll see you in the winner's circle". 
Henrietta just smiled and hugged her back.
Chair 4 was placed over the bottom's head. Henrietta was much better 
from the side, where she could play with the balls as she squeezed the shaft 
with her toes. Still, she thought she had a very good chance of winning. 
The bottom looked fairly young and inexperienced, even with the towel placed 
over his face. I bet I'm the first girl, besides his mother, to ever touch 
him, she thought. She straddled him, and he let out a little nervous moan 
as she sat down directly above his head. "This your first time?" Henrietta 
asked. A nervous "Uh-huh" came from below her. "Well, don't worry. I'll 
take it easy on you" Henrietta tried to reassure him. She could see his 
legs trembling a little bit. "Mind if I rest my feet on your stomach" she 
asked him. She just wanted to make sure he didn't get jumpy at the touch of 
a female. Again, the nervous "Uh-huh" came from below her. She placed one 
sneakered foot on his stomach, and when he didn't jump, she placed the other 
foot next to it on his t-shirt. "Don't worry, my shoes are clean" she 
assured him. He stopped his trembling at that. "Is there anything I can do 
to help? Maybe rub your leg, or massage your foot?" Henrietta thought for 
a bit. "Put your knees up, so I can stretch out. You can rub my legs, but 
only up to the knee." Both of his legs came up, and Henrietta placed one 
sneakered heel on each of his knees. She thought his nerves were calm, but 
she could still feel the nervousness in his hands as he massaged her calves 
down to his ankles. "Mmmmm, yeah, you're really helping" Henrietta cooed. 
"I don't want a leg cramp, and believe me, you don't want me to get one 
either". A slight chuckle escaped from below her. "No, I can understand 
that" he replied as his hands relaxed a bit, and his massage smoothed out.
Henrietta took a look around for her friend. Mai had removed her 
sneakers, and had her sock feet resting on her bottom's chest. Henrietta 
thought he looked a bit too buff. If he's on steriods, he may never come, 
she thought. On her left side, a girl she'd never seen before had already 
slipped off her sandals, and was running her feet back and forth on her 
bottom's chest. First-timer, Henrietta thought. She'll learn, and her 
bottom will be paying the price. No one likes a footjob with dry, scaly 
feet. She took great pride in having the softest soles among her team 
mates. It helped her win the regionals, after all. A nice leg rub came in 
handy as well, and her bottom was providing that for her. "Ooohhh, yeah. 
Can you get the ankles, please, sweetie?" she asked. His hands moved down 
to the ankles instantly. Ankle cramps could also be a disaster, 
particularly for the bottom, and he seemed to instinctively know that. 
Henrietta liked him already.
A loud whistle from behind made both of them jump. "False start" came 
the shout from the referee. Someone got a little careless, and their bottom 
came before the start. Henrietta glanced over to Mai, who smiled and 
shrugged. Unless the girl could perform miracles, she'd never get another 
load out of him. Henrietta relaxed a little more, as she didn't have to 
worry about THAT girl. Still, there were 10 other girls, all middle school 
champions, as well as Mai to worry about.
"Okay, get ready. We'll be starting in one minute" the referee stated. 
Henrietta knew the time had come. She brought her feet down from his 
knees. "Could you pull up your shirt?" she asked. She didn't want to catch 
her feet in his shirt. "Make sure your shorts are untied." He did as she 
requested as she toed off her sneakers and peeled off her socks. Henrietta 
then rested her bare feet on his bare stomach. "When the whistle blows, 
just jerk your pants down, and I'll take it from there" she instructed him. 
Again came the nervous "Uh-huh" from below. Henrietta flexed her toes on 
his stomach to calm him. She could feel his heart pulsing and his blood 
racing under her soles. Her own heart was pounding as she waited for the 
start.
"Ready, set, GO". At that, her botton raised up, grasped his shorts 
band, and jerked his shorts down, revealing a decent sized cock. Henrietta 
gently placed the ball of her foot on his shaft and pressed. Again came the 
moan from below as she gently twisted her foot on his shaft. She brought 
her other foot to join its mate on his shaft. Her soles wrapped around the 
shaft, and she started to move them up and down. The moan from below wasn't 
so nervous anymore, she noticed. There was a little yelp from her left and 
she turned her head, not missing a stroke. Her first-timer neighbor was 
struggling with her footjob. Her bottom was writhing, but not in pleasure. 
Feet dried out, Henrietta thought to herself, and she's pinching the balls 
instead of stroking them. On her right, Mai was glancing over at her. She 
was running her right sole over the bottom of his cock, while the left foot 
was bracing it. She gave a small wink towards Henrietta, who returned it. 
Her bottom's shaft had grown firmer, there was no doubt. She moved both her 
feet so she could grasp his cock between her toes. The moan that followed 
had no nervousness at all. He was getting into it.
His cock was between her big toe and her second toe as she pumped her 
right foot up and down. She used the side of the left foot to brace his 
cock. She could feel him squirming a little as he was getting into the foot 
job. She switched feet, and used her toes to squeeze and grasp the head of 
his cock while sliding the shaft up and down between the toes.
Suddenly, there was a warm, damp feeling on her foot. He'd started 
leaking pre-come. Henrietta smoothly slid his cock between the soles of her 
feet and started sliding his cock in an up-and-down fashion. Sweat was 
running down her face, and she could feel the beginnings of a cramp in her 
ankle. Still, she slid her feet together, up-and-down. She noticed he was 
grabbing the chair legs, and his moans were not remotely nervous anymore. 
She could see his legs twiching as she grasped his now fully-engorged cock 
with all 10 toes and started squeezing and flexing. It wouldn't be long.
The eruption caught her by surprise. Warm and damp, it struck her legs 
all the way to the knee. She kept stroking, impressed at how much semen was 
spewing forth. She vaguely heard the whistle blow, or the audience erupt in 
a chorus of "TOPH, TOPH". He finally seemed drained, so she used the ball 
of her foot to squeeze the rest from his shaft. Finally, she settled back 
in the chair and raised her hands over her head, both feet now resting on 
his stomach, almost in a victory pose. "That was...something else" came the 
small, tired voice under her chair. Henrietta flexed her toes on his 
stomach. "So, Round 2 will be in an hour" she said. "Any chance you'll be 
ready by then?" she asked with a big grin on her face

End of Part ONE