You spend the time waiting for Jen with Nichole's feet on your face while she sits on her bed watching TV. When you hear the doorbell ring, you both jump up, and Nichole runs down the stairs to answer it. A minute later they both come up, Jen still fully dressed in workout clothes, and is clearly exhausted. She sits down on the bed and orders you to remove her shoes. You do while Nichole sits on the floor next to you, looking on.
You reveal Jen's wet, dirty, sweaty cotton socks that used to be white, but through tough workout have been turned a strange off-white color, almost gray. They looked like they had just soaked in water for several days, but you know the real story. The socks surrounding the size 5 feet have been soaked with fresh sweat. Jen instructs you to lay down with your head on the ground at the foot of the bed.
She stood up with both feet on your face, causing the socks to let out streams of sweat that ran down all sides of your face. Jen and Nichole both laughed as this was happening, and the one thing you notice more than the sweat is the difference between Nichole's huge size 10 feet on your face and Jen's petite size 5 feet. Jen sat back down on the bed. She removed her socks and laid them gently on the bed next to her. She then removed the rest of her clothes and threw them in the corner of the room. "Okay, now let the fun really begin," she said, "Nichole, get down and lay next to this little piece of garbage."
"But I've never worshiped someone else's feet, just had mine worshiped..." she trailed off. "When have I ever let you down before Nichole? Trust me, you'll enjoy it." Jen retorted. It's clear to you she's been around feet a lot more than anyone else you've ever met. Nichole slowly gets down on her back and lays next to you, your heads only a few inches apart.
Jen bends over with her hands behind her back and tells you and Nichole to open your mouths and close your eyes. You both do so and you feel moist cotton being shoved into your mouth. You instantly realize that its her sweaty sock in your mouth and you can already feel yourself starting to get hard. You heard Nichole gasping and grunting next to you and then Jen trying to relax her and telling her to just breathe. She then tells you to both open your eyes and you find her foot hovering about an inch above your face.
The feet pass back and forth above your faces like a pendulum, with even, methodical motions. After a few dozen passes, and Jen telling you to bite or chew on the socks several times, she instructs you to spit out the socks, which she throws into the corner with the rest of her clothes. "Now begin to work," she said, waiting to see what you would do with her feet. You take your foot, the right one, in both hands and begin to lick it all over, replacing the salty sweat with saliva.
Nichole watches you for a time then apprehensively begins to do the same. After a few minutes of worship, she begins to lick harder and faster, and you notice her groaning while her movements become more erratic. "Oh this is phenomenal!" she moans as you continue at your steady pace while she speeds up more and more, getting savage with the foot. She then sticks nearly the whole foot in her mouth, all but a small portion of the heel. She groans loudly and you look over to see come dripping from her pussy. She removes the foot from her mouth, gasping.
"I never knew something like that could be so pleasing," she murmured with a dazed look in her eyes. "You have no idea," Jen said, smiling from above, "Now let me get down there and give your feet a go." "Sure," Nichole replies, "But I really would like some one on one time with your feet and you can have the same with mine. Does that sound good?" "It does," Jen says with an alluring smile on her face, "I'm sure the little shit over there won't mind sitting out a round," she says, pointing a finger to you as you are standing up.