ShoeLove - Chapter 5 - Antonia I @chuckloveinsta
Each upper grade was allowed to go on a grade trip for one week. For most of them it meant being further away from their parents for the first time and being able to do what one wanted.
In addition, you could choose where to go. There were different cities in Europe to choose from. I didn't really care which one I would take because I had already visited them all “privately”. So I simply chose it based on which other people would go with it.
There was the group of the “cool” - those who mainly hung out with Marie. Then the "silent ones" - that would be Tamara, Sabine (despite their changes), etc.
The "extravagants" around Leonie and Ines. And the rest. I'll call it the "normal" or the "average".
The group was really just boys - and a handful of girls. Including Antonia (name changed).
It is difficult to describe her, she was blonde, neither particularly beautiful nor particularly ugly. She was thin but not athletic and not very feminine either. She was big. Yes, that was actually the only thing that really stood out about her. Her approx. 1.85 m were only really big compared to then. In short - it was very average.
But what was special about her was the fact that she was one of the only girls among the girls neither to have a boyfriend nor to have sex in any other way. Even Jana had meanwhile had a partner and there were stories of loving hours even during class with her and other guys. So normal everyday school life.
My friends always wanted to persuade me to do something with Antonia, but something in me just didn't want to. Sure, she was nice and, as already mentioned, not ugly, no. We got along quite well, you could almost say we were friends. But I was missing something. But I couldn't say exactly what it was.
On the day of the final choice of the travel destination, of course, I chose the "average" ones, as this is where I least expected discussions and arguments.
So it started soon afterwards - to Amsterdam (changed location).
The bus pick-up location was a large gravel parking lot within walking distance of the school. We all stood in a row next to our suitcases. It was 3:40 am or something like that. Everyone yawned, nobody got a word out.
Then the bus came, or better said the van. It was a minibus, just suitable for the 18 people we were. A couple of the guys sprinted to be in the back row. I let them run confidently, I wanted to sit in the middle anyway, so I could see the road well.
I finally found my place in one of the front rows, with Antonia and another girl sitting in front of me. It was far too early, so I tried to sleep as best I could, but it worked for a maximum of one or two hours.
I woke up and checked my watch. Almost 6 a.m. It was already light outside, but we still had a few hours of driving ahead of us. I rubbed my eyes. I probably wouldn't go to sleep anymore. But when I opened my eyes again, I hardly trusted them.
White short converse.
Antonia actually wore white Converse. Usually she never had “fashionable” shoes, always simple no-name sneakers or comparable, inconspicuous pairs. I took a closer look. She had crossed her shoes backwards so that I could see them under the seat directly from the row behind her. They weren't new anymore, they've definitely been walked around the edges of the sole.
There were generally few girls who wore Converse in my grade. Unfortunately. Even Sabine had left her wine-red Chucks at home after a few weeks. Except for Jana, she and her black sneakers were inseparable.
Anyway, I should have noticed if Antonia was wearing Converse. That had to mean she wore them mostly at home or on special occasions. But why now?
I continued to philosophize as I stared hypnotically at the soles of her white shoes. The journey went on like that until we arrived at the youth hostel.
When unloading, everyone had again taken way too many bags and things with them. Everyone was laden like pack donkeys - at least that's how we felt. I took my two suitcases - one of which was actually just liquor - and put them in the lobby. Then I went back to the bus to get my jacket that I had left on the seat.
The girls were still busy packing up and unloading all their things. So does Antonia. She had stowed her bags in the upper compartments above the seats, which opened and closed like an airplane.
"You, can you help me quickly?" She asked me when she saw that I was only holding my jacket in my hands.
"Sure, give me what you can't wear."
"Thank you!", She accepted my answer with thanks and immediately began to stack my bags on top of each other. First an elongated, then a rounded Adidas sports bag with a long, open zipper.
While I carried the bags towards the lobby after her, I risked peek inside the bag. Again I could hardly believe my eyes!
Blue Converse!
And what kind of! Expired, faded, the laces black in places and the sole on the heel also black rubbed off from being worn a lot. Where did she get the shoes from? In any case, she had never wore them to school, I would have noticed.
We had to stop, another bus had just arrived and there was a pretty big queue in front of the lobby. I took advantage of the moment and lifted the bag higher so that I could sniff the blue shoes with my nose. They smelled sweaty, cold, used. Nevertheless, something reported in my pants. I would have loved to have done it right here.
But I could not.
Not yet.
I looked down at the white Converse she was wearing. White socks, dark hot pants. And legs that are miles long. She caught my eyes. I had to defuse the situation.
"Um, nice shoes!", I pointed with my eyes at her white sneakers.
"Oh, thank you!", She smiled and blushed slightly. "But actually they are my sister's."
That explained my guesswork from the bus ride. "You wear them better than they do," I winked. She became more embarrassed and turned around when the doorman asked to continue inside.
A few hours passed, and then it was evening. We boys actually had the plan from the start to throw a room party every evening. Since we also had the only triple room among all the double and single rooms, that was also an option.
So also on this first evening. We invited everyone to our place, there was vodka, beer, wine, everything you needed to have a good hangover the next day.
Of course everyone came too, including the girls. And Antonia. While the others wore either slippers or just socks, she wore her white Converse. It was actually clear that we would not leave the hostel under any circumstances, especially not after the first drinking games.
We started with the first round of vodka pretty soon, then the second, third, fourth ...
By midnight most - if not to say actually all - were really drunk. All the other boys were back in their rooms, the other two girls were just leaving.
Antonia lay next to me on the large double bed (there was only a bunk bed on the wall and a small bathroom in the room). She wore a white, light, somewhat see-through blouse through which you could see her bra, also white. In addition, she had combined her black hot pants and the white Converse with matching socks. It was very fashionable for her. Otherwise you never saw her like that. She too had had a good drink, like everyone else.
I hadn't even realized how long her legs really were. I myself am not exactly short at 1.80 m, but she still had a lot longer legs, at the ends of which the white Converse shone.
She noticed how fascinated I was by the sight. At least that's what I believed, because she loosened herself from my arm, which I had gently placed around her shoulder. I don't remember why I did that.
"Nice and warm in here, don't you think?" She said to me, sitting upright in bed.
"Now that you say it, yes!" I actually hadn't noticed until that moment. The room had a huge picture window, but it couldn't be opened, probably for security reasons.
She stretched and grabbed her shoelaces, pulling loop after loop to loosen the ****. Then she pulled the heel and pulled the shoe off her foot. First one, then the other.
I savored this sight every moment. She leaned over me and put the sneakers on the bed next to me, as if they were looking directly at me, with the white tip facing me. Then she looked at me mischievously and expectantly.
What just happened
I did not know it.
The only thing I knew was that my pants had to bulge again. She looked me in the eye with shimmering, large pupils.
"You like that, don't you?" She finally whispered. She stroked my crotch with her hand. Easily, but still she had to feel my excitement clearly.
"Oh yes, you do!"
She got up, went to the door, and locked it from the inside. On the way back to the bed, she walked like a model walking down the catwalk. First her white blouse fell, then she undid the buttons of the hot pants and let them slide down her long legs onto the floor.
Only dressed in her white bra, white panties and short socks, she crawled back into bed, snuggled up against me, one leg bent over my legs.
She stroked my crotch again.
"I noticed what you wanted to do on the bus," she continued, playing with the button on my pants with one finger.
"I know exactly what you want."
I still didn't know what to say. She picked up one of her Converse next to me. Then led him to her nose, closed her eyes, and smelled the inside.
She seemed to be enjoying it.
"I bought it especially for you and I've already run in," she whispered on.
"You know about it?" I asked, slightly incredulous.
"Of course. I saw how you kept looking at the other girls' shoes. Don't think about it, it's okay. I can understand it."
She ran her index finger around in the sneaker.
“To be honest, I prefer that to what I hear from the other girls. I mean, stuff with ropes, masks, and anal sex. Nah, that's not my thing, I think. "
But now I started brooding. Who had such a BDSM inclination in our school - and above all, does that tell everyone hot and cold?
She tore me from my thoughts again. "Come on, do what you want with your shoes, I want to see it! I know you're just waiting for it! "
"Honest?"
"Yes, show me!"
I did as I was told, took the white Converse shoe that was lying next to me and carefully approached my nose. She is watching the whole thing very carefully, even though I hadn't even started. She also picked up a shoe, we both now had a pair of sneakers in our hands.
Then I literally inhaled the scent of the shoe. Madness! There was a subtle smell of sweat, but above all aromatic, flowery, slightly of new shoes. A mixture of different smells, none of which stood out - it was just very pleasant. A fragrance that you would like to smell all day, like a good perfume.
She also smelled the sneaker, just as intensely as I did. I was fascinated. She was the first one I saw like this.
Then I unbuttoned my chinos with one hand, the other hand still with the shoe on my nose. I couldn't get enough of the smell. She had to like it too, you could feel it somehow.
I threw my pants on the floor next to the bed, then my shirt. So I was just lying in boxer shorts. My erection was already clearly visible, despite the black fabric over it.
Eventually my underpants also landed on the floor. My stiff penis was ready for what was to come.
She opened her eyes again and looked at him, almost surprised.
"Have you ever seen one up close?"
"No, I'm still a virgin," she said after a short pause. "May I touch it?"
"Yes, go ahead!"
She carefully grasped my member. At the first touch he twitched slightly, her fingers were slightly cold. She began to slide my thumb along my glans. It feels good.
"Do you like it?" I asked jokingly to break the silence.
"Yes, but, but I don't think it fits ..."
"Don't worry, we only do what you want and what you like."
I pulled my foreskin back a bit and ran the sole of the Converse over the now rather damp glans.
She watched very interested again. Like a student to his teacher. Finally she put the shoe between her legs and began to run the sole of her white panties along her vagina. She closed her eyes and moved more rhythmically, more intensely. A small moan escaped her.
I went a step further, was about to slide my penis into the shoe when she sat up again.
"Can I do this?"
I just nodded in surprise.
She crouched on my thighs and took the Converse from my hand. Then she embraced my manhood and gently inserted it into the shoe.
"So? Does it all come in? ", She asked with raised eyebrows.
"Yes, everything," I grinned slightly while she stuffed my testicles into the shoe too. It was easier this time, she was size 40. That was quite tall for a girl, but again, given her height, it was proportional. She even tied the outside of the laces like she was actually putting him on.
She lay down next to me again and began to slowly and carefully move the shoe up and down with my member in it. It felt very good. She increased the pace, first faster, then slower again. I came closer to climax while sniffing the other shoe again. Just before I came, I gently pushed her hand aside and turned it around so that I was on top of her. The penis still in her shoe.
I ran my hands down her waist, she clearly enjoyed it. Then, with a surprising movement, I began to undo her bra. The clasp unclipped and I pulled the straps off her shoulders. She covered her breasts lightly with her hand, she was probably embarrassed.
But it didn't have to be. Her breasts weren't that big, but I preferred small ones anyway. They were a little smaller than my hand, with small, delicate nipples. I gently pushed her hands aside and kissed the right breast. Then I slowly began to circle her nipple with my tongue. I felt her body move. She liked it. Then the other breast. And again change.
Then my tongue wandered deeper and deeper, towards her hip. On the way I kissed her belly again and again, the navel, until just before her panties. I walked slowly on, slowly pulling the slip with my fingers until I saw her wet vagina. The slip flew to the floor next to my pants.
She really wasn't that big, with short labia and a small clitoris. But it was damp, very damp. It even glittered a bit if you looked closer. She blushed in the head and wanted to push me away, but I decidedly put my tongue on her vagina and started licking it. The muscles of her body tensed and relaxed with pleasure.
I lay down completely on my stomach, the sole and toe of the Converse pressed against my member, which was now even stiffer than before, and began to stimulate me through the shoe with hip movements.
Meanwhile, my tongue circled her labia, I gently sucked on her clitoris. The closer I got to the entrance, the more I felt her pleasure.
I got faster, more rhythmic. She was nearing a climax. I inserted my tongue into her, first very carefully, then with circular movements.
She clawed my head and pulled something on my hair. She sat up straight and whispered in my ear:
"I want to feel you"
This time she turned me around. She undid the Converse's laces and slowly pulled it off me. There were already a lot of damp traces from the pre-cum in the shoe. Without detours she licked the visible ones with her tongue and put both shoes back on. It looked incredibly sexy, her thin body with her perfectly matching breasts, no hair far and wide and only her white socks and Converse.
She leaned up to me and kissed me passionately on the lips. I returned the kiss.
Then she took my penis in her mouth. At first only the tip, but she was already licking my glans in her mouth with her tongue. It felt great! She began to suck and take more and more of the length in her mouth. Sometimes I could feel her teeth, but because of the sheer lust, it didn't matter.
She leaned up to me again - without letting go of my penis - and kissed me again, this time more intensely and with her tongue. I was only too happy to return the kiss one more time.
"Do it," she whispered to me.
Then I turned her back on her back. My best piece approached her moist, virgin vagina. With the glans I first moved her labia up and down, our juices were already mixed. She clutched the bedspread. She signaled to me that she was ready. I leaned over to her, kissed her, and penetrated her. Careful. Centimeter by centimeter. She groaned. A mixture of pleasure and pain.
It was tight - very tight.
I quickly noticed how I had pierced her hymen. Her face twisted a little in pain, she closed her eyes. Then I was completely in her. With the whole length. She relaxed again while I just stayed inside her.
"All good? How are you? "I asked.
"Works again. Now give it to me! ”She whispered with a sweet smile.
I slowly pulled "him" out of her again. There was some blood to be seen. But that didn't matter. With careful movements, I penetrated her again - carefully, emotionally. She moaned. I gave her time to get used to the feeling, then I got faster. My testicles clapped her tailbone.
Then I let her take control. I turned on my back, she sat on me. She maneuvered me into her with one hand. When I was completely in her again, she paused for a moment and kissed me again with a smile. Then she started riding me. Rhythmic and fast. Just crazy. I grabbed her bum.
It got faster, but then I stopped it. I held her up and thrust into her with quick, hard, and most importantly, unexpected movements. She clutched the bedspread tightly again with pleasure, I didn't stop and got faster and faster, my muscles were already cramping. Then she groaned, her heart beating fast. She gasped for air.
She had an orgasm. Your first.
She slipped from me and was now lying next to me, obviously out of breath. Then she laughed again and kissed me.
"Thank you!" She laughed, gasping for breath.
She knew what I needed now. She sat at the end of the bed and took my penis between the soles of the Converse, moving it up and down. She gave me a shoe job. And what a one! She must have practiced it beforehand, it was impossible.
With one foot she held my member tightly, with the other she stroked the glans, then both at the same time alternately. I begged for a shoe with the flick of a finger. She opened the right one, took off her socks and shoe. She gave me the Converse, it was really warm inside and the scent was again very beguiling.
She slipped the socks onto my penis and rubbed it with my hand. Her socks felt warm too. In the meantime I smelled the Converse, the scent never left my mind.
Shortly before my climax I grabbed her again, lay the shoe next to me and penetrated her again, doggystyle.
This time my testicles clapped against her clitoris in time, which she enjoyed very much. She shifted her hips lower and was now flat on her stomach.
Through her sweet, well-formed buttocks I penetrated her further and further. We both got closer to climax.
To my surprise, she took another Converse and buried her nose in it. The moaning was now muffled by the fabric of the shoe.
I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. "I'm coming!" I stammered out. She rolled onto her back, the shoe still on her face.
"Come inside me. You're welcome."
She didn't have to tell me twice, I was already that close. Bump into it a few more times - and I literally exploded inside it. For several seconds it just pumped out of me, everything into her.
She put the shoe aside and smiled. I stayed inside her while she kissed me passionately.
Then I slowly pulled "him" out of her. She licked it again with her tongue. My juice started running out of her again. Without further ado, she sat down over a Converse and caught all the sperm.
Finally we were lying in bed, naked, arm in arm, happy, tired and content. Antonia, me and your white Converse.
End of chapter 5.
In addition, you could choose where to go. There were different cities in Europe to choose from. I didn't really care which one I would take because I had already visited them all “privately”. So I simply chose it based on which other people would go with it.
There was the group of the “cool” - those who mainly hung out with Marie. Then the "silent ones" - that would be Tamara, Sabine (despite their changes), etc.
The "extravagants" around Leonie and Ines. And the rest. I'll call it the "normal" or the "average".
The group was really just boys - and a handful of girls. Including Antonia (name changed).
It is difficult to describe her, she was blonde, neither particularly beautiful nor particularly ugly. She was thin but not athletic and not very feminine either. She was big. Yes, that was actually the only thing that really stood out about her. Her approx. 1.85 m were only really big compared to then. In short - it was very average.
But what was special about her was the fact that she was one of the only girls among the girls neither to have a boyfriend nor to have sex in any other way. Even Jana had meanwhile had a partner and there were stories of loving hours even during class with her and other guys. So normal everyday school life.
My friends always wanted to persuade me to do something with Antonia, but something in me just didn't want to. Sure, she was nice and, as already mentioned, not ugly, no. We got along quite well, you could almost say we were friends. But I was missing something. But I couldn't say exactly what it was.
On the day of the final choice of the travel destination, of course, I chose the "average" ones, as this is where I least expected discussions and arguments.
So it started soon afterwards - to Amsterdam (changed location).
The bus pick-up location was a large gravel parking lot within walking distance of the school. We all stood in a row next to our suitcases. It was 3:40 am or something like that. Everyone yawned, nobody got a word out.
Then the bus came, or better said the van. It was a minibus, just suitable for the 18 people we were. A couple of the guys sprinted to be in the back row. I let them run confidently, I wanted to sit in the middle anyway, so I could see the road well.
I finally found my place in one of the front rows, with Antonia and another girl sitting in front of me. It was far too early, so I tried to sleep as best I could, but it worked for a maximum of one or two hours.
I woke up and checked my watch. Almost 6 a.m. It was already light outside, but we still had a few hours of driving ahead of us. I rubbed my eyes. I probably wouldn't go to sleep anymore. But when I opened my eyes again, I hardly trusted them.
White short converse.
Antonia actually wore white Converse. Usually she never had “fashionable” shoes, always simple no-name sneakers or comparable, inconspicuous pairs. I took a closer look. She had crossed her shoes backwards so that I could see them under the seat directly from the row behind her. They weren't new anymore, they've definitely been walked around the edges of the sole.
There were generally few girls who wore Converse in my grade. Unfortunately. Even Sabine had left her wine-red Chucks at home after a few weeks. Except for Jana, she and her black sneakers were inseparable.
Anyway, I should have noticed if Antonia was wearing Converse. That had to mean she wore them mostly at home or on special occasions. But why now?
I continued to philosophize as I stared hypnotically at the soles of her white shoes. The journey went on like that until we arrived at the youth hostel.
When unloading, everyone had again taken way too many bags and things with them. Everyone was laden like pack donkeys - at least that's how we felt. I took my two suitcases - one of which was actually just liquor - and put them in the lobby. Then I went back to the bus to get my jacket that I had left on the seat.
The girls were still busy packing up and unloading all their things. So does Antonia. She had stowed her bags in the upper compartments above the seats, which opened and closed like an airplane.
"You, can you help me quickly?" She asked me when she saw that I was only holding my jacket in my hands.
"Sure, give me what you can't wear."
"Thank you!", She accepted my answer with thanks and immediately began to stack my bags on top of each other. First an elongated, then a rounded Adidas sports bag with a long, open zipper.
While I carried the bags towards the lobby after her, I risked peek inside the bag. Again I could hardly believe my eyes!
Blue Converse!
And what kind of! Expired, faded, the laces black in places and the sole on the heel also black rubbed off from being worn a lot. Where did she get the shoes from? In any case, she had never wore them to school, I would have noticed.
We had to stop, another bus had just arrived and there was a pretty big queue in front of the lobby. I took advantage of the moment and lifted the bag higher so that I could sniff the blue shoes with my nose. They smelled sweaty, cold, used. Nevertheless, something reported in my pants. I would have loved to have done it right here.
But I could not.
Not yet.
I looked down at the white Converse she was wearing. White socks, dark hot pants. And legs that are miles long. She caught my eyes. I had to defuse the situation.
"Um, nice shoes!", I pointed with my eyes at her white sneakers.
"Oh, thank you!", She smiled and blushed slightly. "But actually they are my sister's."
That explained my guesswork from the bus ride. "You wear them better than they do," I winked. She became more embarrassed and turned around when the doorman asked to continue inside.
A few hours passed, and then it was evening. We boys actually had the plan from the start to throw a room party every evening. Since we also had the only triple room among all the double and single rooms, that was also an option.
So also on this first evening. We invited everyone to our place, there was vodka, beer, wine, everything you needed to have a good hangover the next day.
Of course everyone came too, including the girls. And Antonia. While the others wore either slippers or just socks, she wore her white Converse. It was actually clear that we would not leave the hostel under any circumstances, especially not after the first drinking games.
We started with the first round of vodka pretty soon, then the second, third, fourth ...
By midnight most - if not to say actually all - were really drunk. All the other boys were back in their rooms, the other two girls were just leaving.
Antonia lay next to me on the large double bed (there was only a bunk bed on the wall and a small bathroom in the room). She wore a white, light, somewhat see-through blouse through which you could see her bra, also white. In addition, she had combined her black hot pants and the white Converse with matching socks. It was very fashionable for her. Otherwise you never saw her like that. She too had had a good drink, like everyone else.
I hadn't even realized how long her legs really were. I myself am not exactly short at 1.80 m, but she still had a lot longer legs, at the ends of which the white Converse shone.
She noticed how fascinated I was by the sight. At least that's what I believed, because she loosened herself from my arm, which I had gently placed around her shoulder. I don't remember why I did that.
"Nice and warm in here, don't you think?" She said to me, sitting upright in bed.
"Now that you say it, yes!" I actually hadn't noticed until that moment. The room had a huge picture window, but it couldn't be opened, probably for security reasons.
She stretched and grabbed her shoelaces, pulling loop after loop to loosen the ****. Then she pulled the heel and pulled the shoe off her foot. First one, then the other.
I savored this sight every moment. She leaned over me and put the sneakers on the bed next to me, as if they were looking directly at me, with the white tip facing me. Then she looked at me mischievously and expectantly.
What just happened
I did not know it.
The only thing I knew was that my pants had to bulge again. She looked me in the eye with shimmering, large pupils.
"You like that, don't you?" She finally whispered. She stroked my crotch with her hand. Easily, but still she had to feel my excitement clearly.
"Oh yes, you do!"
She got up, went to the door, and locked it from the inside. On the way back to the bed, she walked like a model walking down the catwalk. First her white blouse fell, then she undid the buttons of the hot pants and let them slide down her long legs onto the floor.
Only dressed in her white bra, white panties and short socks, she crawled back into bed, snuggled up against me, one leg bent over my legs.
She stroked my crotch again.
"I noticed what you wanted to do on the bus," she continued, playing with the button on my pants with one finger.
"I know exactly what you want."
I still didn't know what to say. She picked up one of her Converse next to me. Then led him to her nose, closed her eyes, and smelled the inside.
She seemed to be enjoying it.
"I bought it especially for you and I've already run in," she whispered on.
"You know about it?" I asked, slightly incredulous.
"Of course. I saw how you kept looking at the other girls' shoes. Don't think about it, it's okay. I can understand it."
She ran her index finger around in the sneaker.
“To be honest, I prefer that to what I hear from the other girls. I mean, stuff with ropes, masks, and anal sex. Nah, that's not my thing, I think. "
But now I started brooding. Who had such a BDSM inclination in our school - and above all, does that tell everyone hot and cold?
She tore me from my thoughts again. "Come on, do what you want with your shoes, I want to see it! I know you're just waiting for it! "
"Honest?"
"Yes, show me!"
I did as I was told, took the white Converse shoe that was lying next to me and carefully approached my nose. She is watching the whole thing very carefully, even though I hadn't even started. She also picked up a shoe, we both now had a pair of sneakers in our hands.
Then I literally inhaled the scent of the shoe. Madness! There was a subtle smell of sweat, but above all aromatic, flowery, slightly of new shoes. A mixture of different smells, none of which stood out - it was just very pleasant. A fragrance that you would like to smell all day, like a good perfume.
She also smelled the sneaker, just as intensely as I did. I was fascinated. She was the first one I saw like this.
Then I unbuttoned my chinos with one hand, the other hand still with the shoe on my nose. I couldn't get enough of the smell. She had to like it too, you could feel it somehow.
I threw my pants on the floor next to the bed, then my shirt. So I was just lying in boxer shorts. My erection was already clearly visible, despite the black fabric over it.
Eventually my underpants also landed on the floor. My stiff penis was ready for what was to come.
She opened her eyes again and looked at him, almost surprised.
"Have you ever seen one up close?"
"No, I'm still a virgin," she said after a short pause. "May I touch it?"
"Yes, go ahead!"
She carefully grasped my member. At the first touch he twitched slightly, her fingers were slightly cold. She began to slide my thumb along my glans. It feels good.
"Do you like it?" I asked jokingly to break the silence.
"Yes, but, but I don't think it fits ..."
"Don't worry, we only do what you want and what you like."
I pulled my foreskin back a bit and ran the sole of the Converse over the now rather damp glans.
She watched very interested again. Like a student to his teacher. Finally she put the shoe between her legs and began to run the sole of her white panties along her vagina. She closed her eyes and moved more rhythmically, more intensely. A small moan escaped her.
I went a step further, was about to slide my penis into the shoe when she sat up again.
"Can I do this?"
I just nodded in surprise.
She crouched on my thighs and took the Converse from my hand. Then she embraced my manhood and gently inserted it into the shoe.
"So? Does it all come in? ", She asked with raised eyebrows.
"Yes, everything," I grinned slightly while she stuffed my testicles into the shoe too. It was easier this time, she was size 40. That was quite tall for a girl, but again, given her height, it was proportional. She even tied the outside of the laces like she was actually putting him on.
She lay down next to me again and began to slowly and carefully move the shoe up and down with my member in it. It felt very good. She increased the pace, first faster, then slower again. I came closer to climax while sniffing the other shoe again. Just before I came, I gently pushed her hand aside and turned it around so that I was on top of her. The penis still in her shoe.
I ran my hands down her waist, she clearly enjoyed it. Then, with a surprising movement, I began to undo her bra. The clasp unclipped and I pulled the straps off her shoulders. She covered her breasts lightly with her hand, she was probably embarrassed.
But it didn't have to be. Her breasts weren't that big, but I preferred small ones anyway. They were a little smaller than my hand, with small, delicate nipples. I gently pushed her hands aside and kissed the right breast. Then I slowly began to circle her nipple with my tongue. I felt her body move. She liked it. Then the other breast. And again change.
Then my tongue wandered deeper and deeper, towards her hip. On the way I kissed her belly again and again, the navel, until just before her panties. I walked slowly on, slowly pulling the slip with my fingers until I saw her wet vagina. The slip flew to the floor next to my pants.
She really wasn't that big, with short labia and a small clitoris. But it was damp, very damp. It even glittered a bit if you looked closer. She blushed in the head and wanted to push me away, but I decidedly put my tongue on her vagina and started licking it. The muscles of her body tensed and relaxed with pleasure.
I lay down completely on my stomach, the sole and toe of the Converse pressed against my member, which was now even stiffer than before, and began to stimulate me through the shoe with hip movements.
Meanwhile, my tongue circled her labia, I gently sucked on her clitoris. The closer I got to the entrance, the more I felt her pleasure.
I got faster, more rhythmic. She was nearing a climax. I inserted my tongue into her, first very carefully, then with circular movements.
She clawed my head and pulled something on my hair. She sat up straight and whispered in my ear:
"I want to feel you"
This time she turned me around. She undid the Converse's laces and slowly pulled it off me. There were already a lot of damp traces from the pre-cum in the shoe. Without detours she licked the visible ones with her tongue and put both shoes back on. It looked incredibly sexy, her thin body with her perfectly matching breasts, no hair far and wide and only her white socks and Converse.
She leaned up to me and kissed me passionately on the lips. I returned the kiss.
Then she took my penis in her mouth. At first only the tip, but she was already licking my glans in her mouth with her tongue. It felt great! She began to suck and take more and more of the length in her mouth. Sometimes I could feel her teeth, but because of the sheer lust, it didn't matter.
She leaned up to me again - without letting go of my penis - and kissed me again, this time more intensely and with her tongue. I was only too happy to return the kiss one more time.
"Do it," she whispered to me.
Then I turned her back on her back. My best piece approached her moist, virgin vagina. With the glans I first moved her labia up and down, our juices were already mixed. She clutched the bedspread. She signaled to me that she was ready. I leaned over to her, kissed her, and penetrated her. Careful. Centimeter by centimeter. She groaned. A mixture of pleasure and pain.
It was tight - very tight.
I quickly noticed how I had pierced her hymen. Her face twisted a little in pain, she closed her eyes. Then I was completely in her. With the whole length. She relaxed again while I just stayed inside her.
"All good? How are you? "I asked.
"Works again. Now give it to me! ”She whispered with a sweet smile.
I slowly pulled "him" out of her again. There was some blood to be seen. But that didn't matter. With careful movements, I penetrated her again - carefully, emotionally. She moaned. I gave her time to get used to the feeling, then I got faster. My testicles clapped her tailbone.
Then I let her take control. I turned on my back, she sat on me. She maneuvered me into her with one hand. When I was completely in her again, she paused for a moment and kissed me again with a smile. Then she started riding me. Rhythmic and fast. Just crazy. I grabbed her bum.
It got faster, but then I stopped it. I held her up and thrust into her with quick, hard, and most importantly, unexpected movements. She clutched the bedspread tightly again with pleasure, I didn't stop and got faster and faster, my muscles were already cramping. Then she groaned, her heart beating fast. She gasped for air.
She had an orgasm. Your first.
She slipped from me and was now lying next to me, obviously out of breath. Then she laughed again and kissed me.
"Thank you!" She laughed, gasping for breath.
She knew what I needed now. She sat at the end of the bed and took my penis between the soles of the Converse, moving it up and down. She gave me a shoe job. And what a one! She must have practiced it beforehand, it was impossible.
With one foot she held my member tightly, with the other she stroked the glans, then both at the same time alternately. I begged for a shoe with the flick of a finger. She opened the right one, took off her socks and shoe. She gave me the Converse, it was really warm inside and the scent was again very beguiling.
She slipped the socks onto my penis and rubbed it with my hand. Her socks felt warm too. In the meantime I smelled the Converse, the scent never left my mind.
Shortly before my climax I grabbed her again, lay the shoe next to me and penetrated her again, doggystyle.
This time my testicles clapped against her clitoris in time, which she enjoyed very much. She shifted her hips lower and was now flat on her stomach.
Through her sweet, well-formed buttocks I penetrated her further and further. We both got closer to climax.
To my surprise, she took another Converse and buried her nose in it. The moaning was now muffled by the fabric of the shoe.
I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. "I'm coming!" I stammered out. She rolled onto her back, the shoe still on her face.
"Come inside me. You're welcome."
She didn't have to tell me twice, I was already that close. Bump into it a few more times - and I literally exploded inside it. For several seconds it just pumped out of me, everything into her.
She put the shoe aside and smiled. I stayed inside her while she kissed me passionately.
Then I slowly pulled "him" out of her. She licked it again with her tongue. My juice started running out of her again. Without further ado, she sat down over a Converse and caught all the sperm.
Finally we were lying in bed, naked, arm in arm, happy, tired and content. Antonia, me and your white Converse.
End of chapter 5.
5年前
