Wrong House (Chapter 3)

Even though it was unnerving to be planted at such a vulnerable position where Amelia could so easily slam her heel back down and grievously injure me, I was immediately stricken with bug-eyed jaw-hung awe over the sight and atmosphere which greeted me there. I could’ve guessed based on the woman’s more-buxom build compared to her sibling, but Amelia’s soles were noticeably meatier in girth, thicker and puffier, but not quite husky either, creamy smooth and rife with even more wrinkles than the ones decorating Renee’s bare arches. Not to mention, while I was stored in this narrow space between this sandal and the bottom of her foot, I could immediately sense the pleasantly stuffy heat generated from her slightly-curvier body, and caught a whiff of the titanic visitor’s unique scent. In contrast to Renee’s cocktail of eucalyptus oil and vanilla lotion aromas, Amelia’s foot had an earthier tincture: an expected combination of damp leather mixed with loamy sweat and what I could’ve sworn smelled like cinnamon. Even while I was still moderately worked up from that last involuntary orgasm at my owner’s foot, especially considering how far I’d fallen, it was impossible not to feel compelled by the sultry aura of this second giantess’s objectively stunning foot.

“Oh yes, you certainly are,” Amelia concurred in a syrupy voice of full-blown flirtation. Her fingertips nudged at my shoulders and hips, adjusting my placement upon her sandal, and I quickly realized her intention. A moment later, she had me lying the opposite direction I’d been placed against her sister’s foot, with my body’s upper half angled face-up below the densest squashiest province of her sole, while my crotch was oh-so-conveniently placed right below her bulbously thick toes. Her tone momentarily changed, as she spoke to Renee instead of me: “How fast is he? You know, after he’s already had a good time?”

“Not that fast. Believe me, I’ve tried. You’ll have to give him a minute,” my owner said. Naturally she didn’t give this advice out of sympathy for me, but rather because she had indeed legitimately attempted before to make me cum again within sixty seconds of the last genuflected toe-licking climax at her feet, and she knew that it was physically impossible to force me that soon. Still, I couldn’t help but blush, and though I was still feeling the last tingles of the previous orgasm wash over me, I had a feeling – while gazing longingly up at the luxurious crease-pliable texture of Amelia’s undersole – that she’d get what she wanted from me in short order.

“Well, that’s all right. I wouldn’t want it to be over too soon, anyhow,” Amelia replied. “Half the fun is in the buildup. Maybe even more than half. I’m sure we can all agree on that. Are you listening to me, horny boy?”

“Yes!” I called out from her sandal below.

“Sure you are. Now, while we wait for that insatiable little thing between your legs to cool back down, tell me something. Do you like what you see there, under my foot? And don’t forget what I like you to call me. As much as you can.”

“Y-Yes I do, Aunty.”

“Of course you do. Now what do you think when I do this?” Upon asking the question, Amelia provocatively scrunched her toes. This not only caused the clay-like undersides of those digit shafts to knead down against my legs and loins, but also caused her foot’s entire arch to deepen and the already-numerous wrinkles lining that sizable pad of sole flesh to increase their rippled frequency.

“It’s… b-beautiful, Aunty!” I sputtered without guile. This wasn’t an exaggeration just to please her, either. It really was a work of art to me, and the sensation of her toes toying with my lower body was just a bonus. Already my body was speeding up my recovery turnaround, itching to hug myself against Amelia’s mouthwatering foot and pay it the proper animal-lusted respect I now felt.

“Little flatterer. As if you even needed to say it. The way you’re quivering down there right now, your body’s practically shouting the answer for you!” the giantess declared. “I’m glad you can appreciate this. It’d be such a shame if you were just too scared of how powerful we are, and how meek and precious and easy of a pet you are, to actually enjoy the gift we’re giving you. Here’s a harder question, now. I know you think my foot is beautiful, but is it MORE beautiful than your Mommy’s foot? Better answer the right way, now, or somebody’s liable to be upset with you!”

For a second my heart stopped in my chest, feeling metaphorically more cornered and constricted than if Amelia had abruptly smash-flattened her sole back down against the sandal and buried me beneath her full body weight, even though she did no such thing in reality. Still, even without being able to see either my “Mommy” or “Aunty” right now, since the visiting giantess’s rosy dimpled sole mass filled up my whole field of view, I could feel both of their attentions trained upon me. Usually the correct answer was so clear – suck up to my titanic owner, or be punished – but it was tough to find the right words, when stating any definitive opinion would risk offending the other woman. Shivering now from jumpstarted anxiety as well as reawakened libido, for a moment I perspired and gasped, feeling more vulnerable than ever. Particularly when Amelia’s smushy toes clutched even more closely around my legs, allowing my member to slip right into the doughy space between her two largest digits, while the ball of her foot dipped lower, until it was held close enough over my face that I could see the individual details of pores and gridlines in her skin, plus feel the palpable swelter of her entire behemoth foot.

“T-They’re… both… b-beautiful!” I finally yelped as a last-ditch panicked cop-out. “In their… own… w-ways! Please, Aunty. M-Mommy. Yours are the m-most beautiful feet I’ve ever s-seen in the whole world! J-Just don’t… please… I d-don’t want…”

Before I could do any more aimless stammering, both giantesses burst out into raucous laughter above. Their thunderous feminine guffaws added to my tension at first, but I soon realized that once again they were only having fun at my expense, and weren’t really about to torment me further based on which of them I claimed to favor. The answer didn’t really matter to them. This was a relief, but also a pulse-pounding reminder of who was in charge here and how little my feelings mattered, so long as they were amused. Just as dismally, I couldn’t even hold a grudge against either of them, since my imagined perspective of them was too superior now to even feel sorrow or anger over the things that Renee and now also her sister Amelia had done to me. They were simply above me in all ways. My nerves were jarred, but my body was still jazzed up and itching for more so-called gifts. So when Amelia’s sole finally descended just low enough to immerse my face against a spongy expanse of her sole, but without pressing down hard enough to hurt me or limit my oxygen, I let it happen with total acceptance. My cock was already fully hard again in the decadent grasp of her toe flesh, and pulsating to be touched further, as her digits tremored and flexed around it. And my lips were automatically smothered into prime make-out position against her massive foot by the presumptive dark-haired giantess’s own delicate actions.

“Show your Aunty exactly how you feel about her beautiful feet now, horny boy,” Amelia commanded in a voice that was at once godlike and sexually hypnotic.

Who could argue with that? I instantly began planting desperate kisses against the overhanging island of the giantess’s beefy cushioned arch, but quickly graduated to gliding my tongue along the river-like furrows making up the ever-shifting patterns of her sole. Meanwhile, her toes got busy with the rest of me, expertly splaying and balling and fondling over my junk with such precision that it was almost difficult to believe this was the first time she’d ever erotically handled someone my size under her foot. Maybe it wasn’t. Amelia applied just the right degree of pressure, holding me down against the stage of her leather sandal and softly grinding me in a manner that offered plenty of tasteful yielding sole flesh to lap upon while having my gyrating midsection caressed and coveted toward one of the fastest orgasms of my life. Yet it was also in contention for being the most euphoric. Not that I’d ever have the courage to admit that to Renee. Wriggling up a storm below Amelia’s foot, groaning with effort in between kisses and tongue-slakes on her immaculate sole, and about to lose my mind from the ecstasy of my hard-on sliding up and down between her toes, I was utterly powerless to resist the inevitable head-spinning finish that she had determined for me – all to the booming tune of both giantesses’ condescending snickers and self-aggrandized coos.

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THE END (for now)