Wuhan's summers are always hot and humid. In this city by the Yangtze River, the air feels soaked with water, and even the wind carries a sticky sensation.
I'm a first-year design student, just turned 19. Because the male dormitory was completely full, the school temporarily assigned a few of us freshmen to the left side of the first floor of the girls' dormitory. The middle section is the stairwell and the supervisor's room; the right side and upstairs are all girls. The supervisor is strict, but after 3 a.m., if you walk lightly through the lobby and upstairs, it becomes a different world.
Female college students in Wuhan generally have larger feet, and most of them suffer from sweaty feet. In summer, they love to wear thick sneakers or short boots, paired with flesh-colored or black short stockings. By the end of the day, their shoes and socks are filled with damp, hot foot sweat. At night, many girls casually leave their worn shoes and socks in the corridor outside their dorm rooms to air out. That smell, a mix of leather, nylon, and strong foot odor, is a disaster for some, but for me, it's a deadly aphrodisiac.
In my first month living there, I would sneak out barefoot almost every night at 3 a.m. The hallway was so quiet you could only hear distant, even breathing. I searched floor by floor, specifically targeting the shoes and stockings with the strongest scent. Sometimes I'd go from the second floor to the seventh, each pair making me painfully hard. The most comfortable way was to slowly rub my cock with a stocking pulled over it, while burying my nose deep into a shoe shaft, imagining the shoe's owner sleeping in bed behind the door, and I was masturbating with the feet that had walked on the ground during the day.
After ejaculation, I would gently put the semen-soaked stockings back in place, imagining their expressions when they discovered the traces the next morning. That secret thrill was stronger than any porn.
What really made things spiral out of control was the pair of ankle boots outside dorm room 313 on the third floor.
The temperature that day was already 39 degrees, the humidity ridiculously high, and yet someone was still wearing ankle boots. I rushed over, stuck my nose into the boot shaft, and took a deep breath. The foot odor was so strong it almost made one's vision darken—not the ordinary sweat smell, but a complex odor of long-term confinement, carrying sour rot and salty fishiness. The boots were a full size 40, the insole clearly imprinted with a broad forefoot and strong toe marks.
I pulled out the soaked insole and wrapped it around my glans, while my other hand tightly gripped the boot, smelling it. After stroking over a hundred times, thick cum shot into the boot shaft. That night, I came until my legs were weak; by dawn, the insoles were soaked through with semen. I mischievously hung them at the door of room 313, swearing in my heart that I must find the owner of these boots.
The next day I went to check the accommodation list. Room 313 housed eight female students from the Network Communication major of the Humanities Department, all 19-year-old second-year seniors. I braved the scorching sun, staking out the teaching building, focusing on feet. I quickly identified Luo Ying—about 165 cm tall, with a broad face, bright eyes, and feet clearly size 40. She was wearing sandals that day, her broad, thick feet fully exposed, toes round and strong, with a high arch. Two classmates beside her were comforting her in low voices, probably talking about the shoe inserts discovered that morning.
Luo Ying seemed to be in a bad mood but didn't lash out. Instead, she lowered her head to look at her own feet, seemingly lost in thought.
There was PE class in the afternoon. I hid in a corner of the playground and watched her running back and forth in pink sneakers and flesh-colored short stockings. After being drenched in sweat, the smell of those feet can be imagined.
In the evening, I deliberately ate something to stay alert. Around 1 a.m., the effects kicked in, and my dick was painfully hard. I made my way to the third floor. Before I even reached the door of room 313, I smelled that familiar, strong foot odor. The sneakers were placed outside the door, and inside them were indeed the flesh-colored stockings from earlier in the day, already soaked through. The toe area was grayish-black, almost faded, and the sweat had soaked the nylon fabric until it shone.
I pulled out the stockings and slipped them over my cock, burying my nose in the shoes and inhaling deeply. I hadn't rubbed more than a few times when room 313's door suddenly swung open, and the light turned on.
All eight girls were still awake. Luo Ying stood at the doorway, looking at me coldly—my lower body naked, her smelly stockings still wrapped around my dick, while I held her sneakers in my hand.
I froze on the spot.
Luo Ying merely crooked a finger, her voice calm: "Come in."
As if bewitched, I walked in. The foot odor in the room was even stronger. Eight beds, eight pairs of noticeably large feet. They were all locals from Wuhan, not particularly tall, but their feet were generally size 38 or above.
“So it really is you, you pervert.” Someone chuckled softly.
“Your dick isn’t small.”
“Yingying’s socks are so stinky and he still dares to put them on. Isn’t he afraid of getting sick?”
Luo Ying locked the door, sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on my cock, which was hard and purple, and said to the others: "Sisters, how should we deal with him?"
A fair-skinned girl with an ordinary appearance (later learned to be named Xu Jing, class league secretary, size 39 shoes) said with a smile: “Since he likes to rub with our smelly socks, let him rub to his heart’s content. Bring out all the shoes and socks we’ve worn and let him perform for us.”
Everyone else agreed. Someone even said directly, “By the way, use his semen to wash our feet; I heard that stuff is good for the skin.”
"I haven't washed my feet in two days; today is perfect."
“How can yours be smellier than Luo Ying’s?”
Luo Ying interrupted them, her voice carrying a hint of laughter: "Take off your shoes first. Let him smell them one by one."
Eight 19-year-old girls sat side by side on the edge of the bed and began taking off their shoes. Xu Jing was the first to fling off her chunky sneakers, and her flesh-colored stockinged feet immediately gave off wisps of steam; the people around covered their noses and laughed. Luo Ying also laughed: "Our class monitor really is impressive, the first to 'educate' the offender."
Xu Jing lifted her foot and waved it at me: "Since you like it, start by performing for us with Luo Ying's socks."
I could no longer care about shame. In front of eight pairs of eyes, I grasped my cock, still sheathed in Luo Ying's stockings, and quickly stroked it. Two girls secretly slipped their hands between their own legs. The intense collective foot odor, the friction of the soaked stockings, and the thrill of being watched made me cum quickly, the semen directly soaking through the toe of the stocking.
The girls whispered in amazement.
Luo Ying walked over, used two fingers to pull off the soaked stocking, looked at the white residue on it, and said: "What a waste. If used for washing feet, it might have cured foot odor. Can you ejaculate again?"
She directly grasped my glans and rubbed it. The aphrodisiac made it impossible for me to go soft; my cock stood tall again. I mustered my courage and said, 'I want... to smell your feet.'
Luo Ying smiled: "The village party secretary has already taken hers off. Go on."
Xu Jing excitedly pressed her big stockinged foot onto my face. The sole was broad and thick, completely covering my features. I took a deep breath—the strong, thick smell of foot sweat, stewed in sneakers all day, rushed straight to my head. Luo Ying, meanwhile, pulled out a pile of unwashed old stockings from under the bed, picked the dirtiest pair to put on, and said, 'Today, let us show you the power of us 'Stinky Foot Eight Immortals'.'
I lay on the floor. Xu Jing's foot pressed against my face, while Luo Ying's large foot had already clamped around my cock and began rubbing up and down. Her sole was fleshy, her toes strong; even through the thin, dirty stockings, she could completely envelop my entire cock. The pressure was just right, each slide sending an electric current from the glans straight up my spine.
Xu Jing, while using her toes to pinch my nose, asked, 'Does my foot stink smell good?'
I nodded vigorously.
Luo Ying quickly lost patience and switched to grinding the dirtiest part of her sock—the toe area—forcefully against the glans. The intense pleasure made me ejaculate instantly, semen spraying all over her foot. She spread the semen evenly on her sole and then directly slipped her foot into the short boots I had ejaculated into the previous night, saying to Xu Jing: "I'll keep it sealed for a day, give him athlete's foot."
Xu Jing said, "No need, I have my own. Let me do it."
She switched to Luo Ying's position, continuing to rub with her own large foot. The next girl, with darker skin (Yi Fangyuan), sat over, placing her even smellier sneaker-clad foot on my face. Her scent was more direct, more pungent, carrying the sour decay of long-unwashed feet. She looked at me disdainfully: "Remember, my name is Yi Fangyuan. Starting tomorrow, use your semen to wash my feet and stockings every day. Otherwise, I'll send you to the security office."
I could only nod.
That night, eight girls took turns giving me a footjob with their big, smelly stockinged feet. Some were clumsy, while others were as skilled as if they had practiced many times. Semen was shot onto different feet, stockings, and insoles again and again. By the time they were tired from playing and ready to sleep, my cock was still hard from the drugs, but the glans was already red, swollen, and shiny from the friction of various foot grime and stockings.
In the end, I lay exhausted on a pile of shoes and stockings emitting a strong, mixed odor of foot sweat, closing my eyes wearily. A girl named Li Jing's sneaker was still hanging from my dick.
Before dawn, Luo Ying kicked me awake, her voice low and hoarse yet carrying a smile:
“Go back. Same time tomorrow night, roll over here yourself. Remember to bring a condom…… no, forget it, using your semen to care for our feet is more practical.”
I nodded, picked up my own underwear, and slipped back to the first floor barefoot.
From that day on, 313 became my fixed late-night destination.
Eight 19-year-old college girls, eight large, sweaty feet, and countless pairs of stockings and sneakers soaked through with foot sweat became our unspoken game. No one called the police, and no one made a scene. They treated me as the most useful "foot-washing tool" and "foot-fetish toy," while I was intoxicated by the ultimate pleasure of being surrounded by the collective stench of feet and being trampled by broad soles.
The summer in Wuhan is still long.
And the midnight games in the dormitory building had just begun.
The next evening, I appeared on time in the third-floor corridor.
The door to 313 was ajar. When pushed open, only a small bedside lamp was on in the room, casting a dim yellow light. All eight girls were still awake; some were leaning on the bed scrolling on their phones, while others had already stretched their feet out over the edge of the bed and were swinging them. That familiar smell in the air, a strong foot odor mixed from eight pairs of big feet built up over the whole day, was even heavier and thicker than last night.
Luo Ying was sitting on the bed closest to the door, already wearing a pair of flesh-colored stockings I had ejaculated on yesterday, which she had then kept sealed for a whole day. The surface of the stockings faintly showed dark sweat stains and dried semen spots. She looked up, saw me, and merely curved the corner of her mouth slightly:
“Since you’re here, take them off. Take off all your pants and come in naked.”
Obediently, I took off my pants and underwear at the door. My cock was already half-hard, quickly rising under the gaze of eight pairs of eyes. Luo Ying hooked her shoe pad with her toes, signaling me to come over.
“Smell first.”
I knelt down, pressed my nose against her already wet soles again. A day of being confined made the smell richer, stronger, with a distinct sourness, mustiness, and salty fishiness. I took a few deep breaths; my cock was fully erect, the tip oozing clear fluid.
Xu Jing got down from the adjacent bed and also stretched her feet in front of me. She wasn't wearing stockings today, barefoot, her soles broad and thick, with a bit of grime from daytime exercise not washed clean between her toes. She directly pressed her big sole against my face, using her foot to block my nostrils and mouth:
“Today it’s my turn first. You came too little last night, not enough for me to wash my feet.”
Her foot pressed down hard, making it almost hard to breathe. At the same time, Luo Ying used both feet to clamp my dick, starting a slow but powerful up-and-down rubbing motion. Her soles were soft and hot, her toes flexibly spreading and closing, completely enveloping the entire shaft. Each time she slid up to the head, she would deliberately grind the dirtiest part of her sock against the urethral opening.
The other girls crowded around. Yi Fangyuan handed me a just-taken-off sneaker that was still steaming hot:
“Hold it in one hand to smell it, and don’t let the other hand be idle. Help me soak the smell out of these shoes.”
With one hand, I gripped the shoe shaft, burying my nose inside and inhaling deeply, while my other hand was pulled by Li Jing and pressed against her equally exaggeratedly large instep. Li Jing was wearing black short stockings today; the toe area was completely darkened, shiny from being soaked through with foot sweat. She pressed her foot against the back of my hand, slowly moving upward, finally pressing the soaked stocking toe directly into my palm.
“Rub.” She ordered.
Gradually, only suppressed breathing and the faint, wet sounds of friction between soles and cocks remained in the room. Luo Ying's technique was more skilled than last night—she knew exactly what rhythm would make me feel the most agonizing yet pleasurable. Sometimes she stroked quickly, sometimes she suddenly stopped, using only her toes to pinch and gently twist the glans. Xu Jing kept her foot pressed against my face, occasionally lifting it slightly to let me breathe before covering it again.
“Screw.” Luo Ying suddenly sped up.
I surrendered almost instantly. Thick semen sprayed between her two feet, trickling down the stockings. She didn't let go immediately but continued using her feet to spread the semen evenly over her soles and between her toes. Then she lifted one foot and stuffed the sock tip, now covered in white fluid, into my mouth:
“Lick it clean. Starting today, anything that comes on our feet has to be cleaned up by ourselves.”
I held that salty, lewd fabric in my mouth, my tongue licking every inch. The girl beside me let out a low laugh.
That night, they tried several different ways of playing.
Yi Fangyuan told me to lie flat, sat on my chest herself, clamped my cock between her two big feet, rubbing it back and forth with her soles, while ordering me to lick every line on the soles of her feet with my tongue. Her foot sweat was plentiful and salty; by the end, my mouth was full of that intense flavor. Li Jing, meanwhile, slipped a sneaker onto my cock, making me thrust into the slippery insole inside the shoe myself, while she used her other bare foot to press on my lower abdomen, controlling my rhythm.
“Don’t come too fast.” She lightly scratched my scrotum with her toes, “We haven’t had enough fun yet.”
Xu Jing's favorite thing was to directly step on my face with her foot, making me smell it while using her other foot and Luo Ying's to sandwich my cock for a double footjob. The two broad soles pressed up and down, left and right, with different strengths and temperatures. The feeling of being played with by two pairs of smelly feet at the same time almost drove me crazy.
By the middle of the night, eight people had used me at least two full rounds in turn. My glans had been rubbed red and swollen, and I had ejaculated four or five times, but each time the amount was less than the last. In the end they piled all the stockings and insoles they had worn onto my chest and face, letting me rest buried in that pile of damp, hot, foul-smelling fabric.
Luo Ying sat on the edge of the bed and gently kicked my face with her foot:
“Continue tomorrow night. Starting now, you have to come every night. If you run into us during the day, remember to keep your head down. Got it?”
I nodded.
She smiled contentedly and threw a stocking still bearing traces of semen onto my face:
“Take this pair back and wash them clean; return them to me the day after tomorrow. When you wash them, remember to smell carefully, don’t wash the scent away.”
Holding that pile of stockings and shoes, I slipped back to the first floor with my lower half bare. The hallway was quiet, only the faint sound of a TV from the caretaker's room in the distance. By the time I returned to my bed, the sky was beginning to lighten.
For the next few days, this pattern became a fixed routine.
Sometimes they prepare the smelliest shoes and socks of the day in advance and leave them at the door for me. Sometimes they pin me to the ground, taking turns stepping on my face and cock until I can't cum anymore. Occasionally, someone shoves their foot into my mouth, ordering me to clean the dirt between their toes with my tongue while using the other foot to quickly jerk me off.
The most excessive time was on a weekend. All eight of them were there, and the room door was locked from the inside. They tied me to a chair and played with me for a full three hours using only their feet and stockings. By the end, I was ejaculating a clear liquid, but they still wouldn't stop, taking turns pressing the soles of their feet against the glans to squeeze out the last bit.
The last thing Luo Ying said that night was:
"The eight of us' feet will be your responsibility to take care of from now on. Make sure there's enough semen and the taste is strong enough. If you can't do that..." She gently twisted my already swollen glans between her toes, "then someone else will come play with you."
I nodded, my voice raspy:
“Got it.”
Wuhan's summer is indeed still long.
And the door on the third floor of the dormitory building would open punctually for me every early morning. Eight pairs of large feet, countless pairs of soaked stockings and sneakers became the most secretive, yet most addictive habit of my college life. Some smells, once you get used to them, you can never forget.
A month quickly passed.
There was no sign of Wuhan's summer weakening. The air always carried a damp heat. The corridor of the girls' dormitory building still wafted with that familiar, thick, lingering smell of foot odor mixed with stockings late into the night. I had completely fixed three o'clock as my regular biological clock. Every night, no matter how tired I was during the day, at that time, my dick would harden on its own, and my mind would be filled with the pile of shoes and stockings at the door of room 313.
Luo Ying and the others had completely come to regard me as their exclusive "tool."
At first, it was just once every night. Later, it became whenever they had free time, they could call me anytime. Sometimes it was in the afternoon when there were no classes; someone would message me to come up and "help wash feet." Sometimes it was at two in the morning, with the dormitory door slightly ajar, and someone inside had already laid out the day's smelliest shoes and socks, waiting.
I never dare to be late.
That day was Friday. There was a high-temperature warning during the day, with the perceived temperature exceeding forty degrees Celsius. Physical education class was rescheduled to the hottest time in the afternoon. I hid in the shade of a tree at the corner of the playground, watching the eight people from Class 313 run and warm up under the scorching sun. Luo Ying wore those pink sneakers I had already ejaculated on several times. Her flesh-colored short socks were completely soaked with sweat, clinging to the tops of her feet, clearly revealing the outline of her soles. Xu Jing's sneakers were even more exaggerated, with a ring of dark sweat stains around the shoe openings. Yi Fangyuan simply tied her shoelaces very loosely, stopping every few steps to pull up her shoes. Each time she did, you could see the inside of the shoes, with the insoles wet and shiny.
After class, they went back to the dormitory without even taking a shower.
At 11:30 p.m., Luo Ying sent a message:
“Come up. The taste is especially strong today. Cum a few more times.”
I almost ran up.
Pushing open the door, the room was as hot as a steamer. All eight people were wearing only loose tank tops and shorts, but without exception, they still had on that day's sneakers and socks; no one had taken them off. The foot odor in the air was so thick it was almost tangible, mixed with the sour, musty smell of sweat and nylon fabric that had been trapped all day.
Luo Ying was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, one foot swaying idly. She looked up at me, her gaze lazy:
“Take it all off. Kneel in the middle.”
I quickly took off all my clothes. My cock was fully erect, the tip glistening. Eight pairs of eyes fell on it simultaneously, and someone chuckled softly.
Xu Jing moved first. She kicked off her sneakers, revealing her flesh-colored stocking feet soaked with sweat. The toe area of the stockings was completely blackened, and dark footprint marks were clearly visible on the soles. She walked up to me and directly placed one big foot on my face:
“Smell enough first. I ran 5,000 meters today; this scent is exclusive for you.”
Scalding, damp, intense foot soles completely covered my facial features. I took a deep breath, and the foot odor, intensified by sneakers and high-intensity exercise, rushed straight to my brain, making my cock instantly twitch. Xu Jing contentedly used her toes to pinch my nose, giving it a gentle twist:
“If you like it, make some noise.”
I grunted. Her other foot had already stepped onto my cock, using the sole to slowly rub back and forth. The pressure wasn't heavy, but it precisely rolled over the entire shaft and glans. The stockings, soaked with foot sweat, became slippery and hot. Every slide produced a faint, wet sound.
Luo Ying walked over from behind and placed her two equally soaked feet on either side of my face, together with Xu Jing, completely trapping my head between four large feet. The four soles took turns changing positions—sometimes the soles pressed against my mouth, sometimes toes were stuffed into my nostrils, sometimes the entire instep covered my eyes. The air was almost filled with foot odor; I could only breathe during the occasional gaps when they lifted their feet.
“We take turns today.” Luo Ying’s voice came from above, “Each person will let you come at least once. If that’s not enough, we’ll continue tomorrow.”
Yi Fangyuan had already taken off her sneakers and walked over barefoot. Her feet were a bit darker than others', with a little grime stuck between her toes, and the lines on her soles were whitened by sweat. She crouched down, grabbed my hand, and forced me to touch the sole of her foot:
“Feel carefully. Remember the feel and texture of each foot. In the future, even with your eyes closed, you must be able to tell whose they are.”
My fingers sank into the soft yet powerful soles of her feet. They were hot and damp, with a distinct granular texture. She stared into my eyes, slowly moving her foot onto my cock, and together with Xu Jing, they sandwiched it, two pairs of feet stroking up and down.
The pleasure came urgently and fiercely. The feeling of being played with by two pairs of slippery, large feet was too much. I soon felt the urge to cum. Sensing my trembling, Xu Jing suddenly sped up, her soles heavily grinding over the glans:
“Shoot. Shoot onto our feet.”
Semen shot out, most of it landing between their two pairs of feet, trickling down their soles. Neither Xu Jing nor Yi Fangyuan let go. They continued using their feet to spread the semen evenly until the entire soles and the spaces between their toes were coated in white turbidity.
Luo Ying nodded in satisfaction and extended her foot toward me:
“Next one. My turn.”
Today she was wearing those short boots stockings that I had ejaculated on many times. The stockings had been completely soaked through by foot sweat and previous semen, the color so dark it looked black, and the surface still had a thin layer of white crystals. She brought her two feet together,夹住 my cock that had just ejaculated and was still in its refractory period, and began to rub it slowly but forcefully.
“Don’t rush to go soft. We have plenty of ways to make you hard again.”
As she spoke, she used her toes to precisely pinch the head of my cock, giving it a slight twist. Her other foot stepped on my scrotum, pressing with just the right amount of pressure. That mix of pain and pleasure quickly made me hard again. Luo Ying looked at her handiwork, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth, and sped up.
This time she played longer. Sometimes she stroked quickly, sometimes she suddenly stopped and only lightly rubbed the glans with the sole of her foot, and sometimes she used her toes to part the urethral opening and squeeze inside. She had me sweating profusely, my waist aching, yet I was always just short of reaching the peak. She seemed to enjoy this sense of control, and only when I couldn't help but beg her did she suddenly speed up, making me ejaculate onto her foot for the second time.
The semen was less than the first time, but thicker. Luo Ying lifted her foot, watching the white turbid fluid drip down the back of her foot, then extended her foot to my mouth:
“Clean it up.”
I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked away the mixture of semen and foot sweat. The taste was salty and pungent, mixed with her unique foot odor, yet it made me hard again.
The people behind kept coming one after another.
Li Jing likes to slip her sneakers directly onto my cock, letting me thrust in and out by myself, while she uses her bare feet to press against my lower abdomen to control the rhythm. The insoles, soaked through with foot sweat, become soft and slippery, and each insertion can produce lewd, wet sounds. She demands that I must cum inside the shoe, and after finishing, she takes out the insole for me to smell, checking if 'the amount is sufficient.'
There was a girl named Zhou Yun whose feet were particularly large, a full size 41. She didn't talk much but was the most forceful. She would press her entire foot heavily against my face, almost suffocating me, while using her other foot to quickly stroke until I came, my legs weak. After I came, she wasn't in a hurry to move away; she just kept her foot on my face, letting me slowly come back to my senses under her foot.
The gentlest was the girl named Xiao Ya. Her feet were relatively smaller, size 38, but she was the best at using her toes. She would separate her toes one by one, gripping different parts of the dick and gently scraping, sometimes rubbing the urethral opening with the pads of her toes, sometimes wrapping the entire shaft with her sole and moving slowly up and down. She made me cum the least, but she was the most enduring, each time pushing me to the brink before suddenly slowing down, repeating this several times before letting me release.
By the middle of the night, I had already ejaculated seven times. The semen had gone from thick white to thin, and in the end it was almost transparent. The glans was red, swollen, and shiny, trembling with sensitivity at the slightest touch. Yet eight pairs of feet still were not completely satisfied.
Luo Ying checked the time and clapped her hands:
“Enough. That’s it for today. Put away all the shoes and socks, and take them back to wash. When you wash them, remember to smell carefully; the scent mustn’t fade. You’ll need to wear them the night after tomorrow.”
I nodded and began to gather the items one by one. The stockings soaked with semen, the shoe inserts, and even a few sneakers that had been directly ejaculated into the shoe shafts—all were held in my arms. The room was filled with a strong mixed odor of semen and foot stench. The eight girls had already started returning to their beds; some directly tucked the feet I had just licked under the covers, while others were still softly discussing which shoes to wear tomorrow to be smelly enough.
As I carried that pile of things downstairs, the motion-sensor light in the hallway didn't turn on. In the darkness, only the smells of foot odor and semen followed me.
Back on my own bed, I didn't sleep right away. Instead, I spread out those stockings and insoles, and one by one sniffed them to confirm that each one's scent was still there. A few had been made too wet by my semen, and their smell was even stronger. I carefully folded them up and tucked them under my pillow before closing my eyes.
The following days spiraled completely out of control.
Sometimes it's during the day. I'm studying in the library when my phone suddenly vibrates; Luo Ying sends a photo—her foot on the desk, the sole of her stockinged foot facing the camera, with only two words: 'Come up.'
Without another word, I packed my things and left. Arriving at 313, they were taking an afternoon nap. The curtains were drawn tightly, the room exceptionally stuffy. Luo Ying lay on the bed, one foot sticking out from under the covers, swaying:
“Keep it down. Other people are sleeping. Use your mouth.”
I knelt by the bed, took her foot into my mouth. The stockings were already soaked with foot sweat. When my tongue swept over her sole, I could clearly feel every line and the slippery sensation. She made a slight nasal sound, her toes curling gently in my mouth. After a while, she brought her other foot over, clamped my face with it, and whispered:
“If it gets hard, handle it yourself. Squirt on my foot.”
With one hand, I stroked my cock, while my nose and mouth were fully occupied by her foot. When I came, she deliberately clamped the head of my cock with her toes, making the semen spray all over her sole and between her toes. After I finished, she withdrew her foot under the blanket and lazily waved her hand:
“Get out. Remember to close the door properly.”
Sometimes it's a group activity.
On weekends they would lock me in the dorm and play with me all day. From morning to night, eight pairs of feet took turns. Some used their feet to press on my face and make me smell them, some夹着 my dick with their feet and stroked it quickly, some stuffed their feet into my mouth and ordered me to clean between their toes, and some simply sat on my chest, using both feet to play with me at the same time. Cum was shot over and over onto different feet, socks, and into shoes, then I was told to clean it all up with my tongue.
Later on, I could no longer tell whether I was being punished or enjoying myself. My cock barely reacted to ordinary stimulation; only when smelling that familiar foot odor, or feeling the slippery stockings wrapping around the soles of the feet, would it quickly become hard. They seemed to notice this too, and liked more and more to, just when I was about to go soft, suddenly press the stinkiest foot of the day onto my face, or place the sneakers just taken off, still carrying body heat, over my nose.
"Did you smell it?" Luo Ying once asked me, her voice tinged with amusement, "That's the real reason you got hard."
I nodded.
She scraped her toes across my lips:
“Then remember this well. From now on, these eight feet are all your responsibility. The scent has to be maintained properly, and the semen supply has to be sufficient. If you can’t do it...”
She didn't finish, just gently stepped on my already swollen glans with her foot.
I know the consequences.
Wuhan's summer continues. The heat waves grow more intense day by day, and the foot odor in the girls' dormitory grows stronger day by day. And I have completely sunk into this smell, unable to leave that door that opens for me every early morning.
Some addictions, once formed, truly cannot be kicked.
Eight big feet, countless pairs of wet stockings and sneakers, became the most secretive, and also the hottest, secret of my four years at college.
And the story is far from finished.
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