"Hey, wait, what's going on...?"
Caught off guard by the sudden rough treatment, I scrambled upward, trying to escape from Miki's foot.
Wait a minute! What's this about? What happened to the fellatio?
Was I being a little too obvious? Did she see through what I was trying to do?
I never expected to be literally trampled... No, I wasn't mentally prepared for this...
"Why are you trying to escape? Didn't you want to feel good?"
"Ah, no, I just... not with your foot..."
"Hmm? Isn't my foot enough? If you wanted it in your mouth, prove it by showing me why my foot won't do."
With that, Miki continued to rhythmically press down on my cock with her foot.
Prove that my foot isn't enough? Does that mean I'm not supposed to react?
I don't even need to be told that. Besides, there's no way a pervert like me would actually feel anything from being stepped on...
"U-Understood... You stepped on it and made it so stiff..."
Let me clarify: it wasn't stiff because you stepped on it; it was already stiff. Just to avoid any misunderstandings.
I offered this excuse, but honestly, whether it was a hand or a foot, the swollen penis straining against my pants felt just as good.
What struck me for the first time, being stepped on in the crotch by a younger, beautiful girl, was that it wasn't half bad. Surprisingly not bad at all.
To be honest, I'm an unashamed foot fetishist.
After faces, my eyes gravitate straight to feet.
Though along the way, breasts and buttocks do get their share of attention too. Ah, buttocks are hard to resist.
Anyway, Miki's feet were flawless, pure white, and perfectly proportioned in length and width—truly divine.
The only complaint I had was that Miki's skirt was rather long, which was a real shame.
As if she could read my mind, Miki slowly pinched the hem of her skirt and gave it a fleeting lift.
The pure white panties at the base of her long, slender legs were completely exposed.
Seeing this, I gasped, and Miki smirked wickedly.
Ahh~ So erotic. She's definitely a bitch—a total bitch.
"Ugh, did that get you excited? You're rock-hard now..."
Instantly, my erection swelled further, and my sensitivity increased.
Her foot ground against my entire shaft, and my penis twitched, growing harder and harder as it pulsed.
...Damn it. I thought I'd never be able to come just from her feet, but at this rate, I might climax embarrassingly easily.
As usual, my premature ejaculation is a real problem.
Though she's stepping on me, her force isn't particularly strong, and her movements are slow and gentle.
But as my arousal builds, even this is more than enough to create overwhelming pleasure.
No, this won't do. If I embarrass myself and come here, my pussy and mouth will be out of reach again.
I need to prove that my rock-hard penis doesn't even twitch at something as trivial as a foot.
Squish, squish, squish...
But contrary to my will, my rock-hard penis, having been waiting for this stimulation, is already trying to expel the accumulated semen.
At this point, it doesn't matter whether it's been three days or a week.
I vaguely remember reading somewhere that sperm replenishes to full capacity in about three days.
So it's irresistible. I've already lost the battle against the overwhelming urge to ejaculate.
If I came like this, it would be all kinds of awkward with the pants and underwear and everything.
Enduring the waves of climax crashing over me, I couldn't help but cry out:
"Ah, ah! Wait a minute..."
"Even for a notoriously fast-cumming cock like yours, coming through pants is just too much."
Just then, the stimulation stopped, and Miki's legs separated from my groin.
I let out a relieved sigh, narrowly escaping disaster.
Did she give up on using her legs? Well, it wasn't impossible at all.
"Then shall we take them off?"
As I slightly raised my upper body, I saw Miki reaching for my pants.
Is this finally the eagerly awaited fellatio time?
Overjoyed, I eagerly lifted my hips to help Miki pull down my pants.
With a forceful whoosh, my pants and underwear were pulled down together, revealing my erect penis, which sprang out with a whoosh of its own, trailing a thin thread of fluid.
"Ugh, the skin again..."
It's retracting now, but still...
I can't exactly live with it peeled back; it's too painful.
So... for fellatio, I really have to pull it back, huh?
I washed it thoroughly last night with high expectations, so it shouldn't be dirty...
But if it spurts again when I pull it back, I'll never show my face again.
As I steel myself, a sudden intense pressure assaults my penis.
"Ugh?!"
I let out a strange sound.
This is Miki-chan's oral pussy...? No way.
She's stepping on it again. Why? Did she just want to step on it barefoot?
Miki skillfully wedges my shaft between her thumb and index finger, trying to move them up and down.
But she seems to be struggling, unable to get it just right.
Her efforts to move her toes are surprisingly erotic. It seems her feet aren't to be underestimated either.
"Ugh... Fine!"
Finally, as if realizing it was futile, Miki began pressing the swollen base of her finger against me.
The arched penis was squeezed between her abdomen and thigh, and she rubbed the entire shaft from the base to the root of the glans.
Her fingers, coated with the overflowing pre-cum, glistened as they slicked the entire length of my cock.
"It's dripping so much... How's that feel?" Miki asked with a triumphant grin.
Even she must know there's no need to ask. The overflowing wetness speaks for itself.
The friction through my pants was already intense, but this direct stimulation is unbearable.
The penis pressed against her stomach.
As the shaft and underside of the glans were rubbed and squeezed, the urge to ejaculate surged instantly.
This sensation... it's reminiscent of something. That's it! It's exactly like floor masturbation...
The irrational pleasure driving me toward climax was becoming unbearable. Just as I was about to tell Miki to stop—
"Miki~? Hey, wait a minute!"
A sudden voice from a third person made me flinch and jerk my head up. The door stood half-open, as if inviting someone in.
Matsuri stepped into the room, froze mid-step, and stared wide-eyed at the scene.
I'd completely forgotten—Matsuri had come home with us.
"Ah, Matsuri-chan~!"
As usual, Miki turned around and waved, acting as if they'd just happened to bump into each other on the street. But this was hardly the case.
Matsuri didn't leisurely wave back. Instead, she stomped over to Miki.
"Hey! What are you doing?!"
"I'm stepping on this."
"I can see that!"
"Hmm? You want to join us, Matsuri-chan?"
"N-no way... I said I wouldn't... Wait, what the hell are you even doing...?"
Matsuri glanced down nervously, completely frozen in place.
Her brother was moaning in pleasure as his friend stomped on his crotch.
If I were in my younger sister's shoes, I'd definitely be grossed out by this situation.
Even I, pretending to remain calm while being watched like this, would have gone insane by now if not for everything that's happened over the past week.
This whole mess is Miki's fault, not mine. That's the only way I can maintain any sense of self.
Seeing Matsuri's reaction, Miki removed her foot from his crotch and offered an excuse.
"Listen, I told him no masturbation, but he just broke the rule!"
"N-no masturbation...? Oh."
"Hmm? What?"
"U-um, no, it's nothing."
Matsuri turned away, acting as if she wasn't involved.
No, it's her—the culprit is her! It's all her fault that I...
That's right, it was all because of her that I lost Miki-chan's mouth and pussy.
Now's the time to expose her. It's time to bring the truth to light.
"It's... it's her! She forced me to masturbate..."
"W-what?! S-stop making these ridiculous accusations!"
Ugh, she's the worst. Trying to play innocent.
Fine, then I'll spill everything.
"She said it was an order or something, and she made me..."
"S-shut up! Shut up, you bastard!"
Suddenly, Matsuri shoved Miki aside and stomped hard on my crotch.