her foot, and a pair of lips brushed across her instep. Another hand took her second foot—a tongue swished over her toes, and she giggled.
"Alana, you have the most beautiful feet." It was Hari, who she could tell was the toe-licker. "I worship them with my tongue." He matched words to action by sucking her little toe into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
She gasped a little, feeling each movement of his warm and inviting mouth send shivers to her pussy, which was beginning to show its approval of what Hari was doing by getting quite hot and wet.
He continued his kisses, feather-light around her foot, then stopped, moving her foot to rest on his body."Alana, I have placed your foot on my body. Can you tell me where?"
She thought for a second and wiggled her toes. "On your chest?"
"Very good."
Hari's suckling tongue had moved to her next toe, and he was stroking the valley between them with long, sensual laps.
"Where is your other foot now?" asked Sami, distracting her.
"I—wait a minute—" Trying to shut off the sensory input from Hari and concentrate on her other foot was hard.
"It's—um…I can't be sure. Oh. I feel your beard. Is it on your neck?"
"Good girl."
Hari began to accompany his licking with a gentle running of his hands up and down her calf.
"Where is your foot now, Alana?" Sami asked again.
"At this point, I don't even know if it's still on the end of my leg, for heaven's sake. How can I tell when Hari is distracting me?" she grunted in response to a particularly strong tug of Hari's tongue.
"You must focus, sweet one. Allow your senses to embrace whatever information they are receiving. Let each part of your skin be receptive and open your mind to the images your body is sending to your mind. We are deliberately flooding you with information—you have the skill to sort it out—now focus." Sami moved her foot yet again.
She tried to obey. Relaxing the muscles in her shoulders, she grasped the tassels firmly and let her mind flood with sensation. The texture of Hari's tongue, rough in some places, smooth in others. The feel of Sami's hand beneath her heel as he held her foot against his body.
Alana found, to her amazement, that she could indeed experience both pleasures without losing her mind.
"My foot is against your upper arm, Sami. I can just barely feel that large vein that crosses your muscle there," she murmured, amazed at herself.
"And now?"
She smiled. "Dead giveaway, Sami. No matter what Hari's doing, I know that's your cock."
She heard Sami's gentle laugh, echoed by Hari.
"She is doing far too well at this, my brother," said Hari. "Let's really challenge her..."
Alana chuckled, then gasped as someone, Hari she supposed, brushed her breasts and did something to the beads at the bottom of her necklace. Now it was holding her breasts up—almost like some kind of ancient beaded bra, but the beads had started pressing into and rolling across her nipples. It was no longer a caress, but a definitely erotic arousal.
"Oh boy," she groaned, knowing that it would only get worse if she moved too much. Her hands gripped the tassels even tighter.
"Where is your foot now?" asked Sami.
She flexed her foot and wiggled her toes, but could feel nothing but firm flesh.
"Um—I need a clue," she confessed, seriously distracted by the amazingly sensual treatment her nipples were undergoing.
"Very well," said Sami, moving her foot a little.
She felt the flesh dip slightly beneath her sole then rise again.
"My God," she breathed. "That is Hari's butt. My foot is on those gorgeous buns."
"Excellent, Alana," laughed Hari. "See how sensual your feet can be?"
"Mmmm." She murmured in agreement, thoroughly enjoying exploring the two bodacious buttocks with her toes. When she slid into the crevice, however, Sami moved her foot again.
"Now we move on, Alana," he said, ignoring her little pout of disappointment.
"Would you release the tassels, please, turn over onto your stomach, and
"Alana, you have the most beautiful feet." It was Hari, who she could tell was the toe-licker. "I worship them with my tongue." He matched words to action by sucking her little toe into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
She gasped a little, feeling each movement of his warm and inviting mouth send shivers to her pussy, which was beginning to show its approval of what Hari was doing by getting quite hot and wet.
He continued his kisses, feather-light around her foot, then stopped, moving her foot to rest on his body."Alana, I have placed your foot on my body. Can you tell me where?"
She thought for a second and wiggled her toes. "On your chest?"
"Very good."
Hari's suckling tongue had moved to her next toe, and he was stroking the valley between them with long, sensual laps.
"Where is your other foot now?" asked Sami, distracting her.
"I—wait a minute—" Trying to shut off the sensory input from Hari and concentrate on her other foot was hard.
"It's—um…I can't be sure. Oh. I feel your beard. Is it on your neck?"
"Good girl."
Hari began to accompany his licking with a gentle running of his hands up and down her calf.
"Where is your foot now, Alana?" Sami asked again.
"At this point, I don't even know if it's still on the end of my leg, for heaven's sake. How can I tell when Hari is distracting me?" she grunted in response to a particularly strong tug of Hari's tongue.
"You must focus, sweet one. Allow your senses to embrace whatever information they are receiving. Let each part of your skin be receptive and open your mind to the images your body is sending to your mind. We are deliberately flooding you with information—you have the skill to sort it out—now focus." Sami moved her foot yet again.
She tried to obey. Relaxing the muscles in her shoulders, she grasped the tassels firmly and let her mind flood with sensation. The texture of Hari's tongue, rough in some places, smooth in others. The feel of Sami's hand beneath her heel as he held her foot against his body.
Alana found, to her amazement, that she could indeed experience both pleasures without losing her mind.
"My foot is against your upper arm, Sami. I can just barely feel that large vein that crosses your muscle there," she murmured, amazed at herself.
"And now?"
She smiled. "Dead giveaway, Sami. No matter what Hari's doing, I know that's your cock."
She heard Sami's gentle laugh, echoed by Hari.
"She is doing far too well at this, my brother," said Hari. "Let's really challenge her..."
Alana chuckled, then gasped as someone, Hari she supposed, brushed her breasts and did something to the beads at the bottom of her necklace. Now it was holding her breasts up—almost like some kind of ancient beaded bra, but the beads had started pressing into and rolling across her nipples. It was no longer a caress, but a definitely erotic arousal.
"Oh boy," she groaned, knowing that it would only get worse if she moved too much. Her hands gripped the tassels even tighter.
"Where is your foot now?" asked Sami.
She flexed her foot and wiggled her toes, but could feel nothing but firm flesh.
"Um—I need a clue," she confessed, seriously distracted by the amazingly sensual treatment her nipples were undergoing.
"Very well," said Sami, moving her foot a little.
She felt the flesh dip slightly beneath her sole then rise again.
"My God," she breathed. "That is Hari's butt. My foot is on those gorgeous buns."
"Excellent, Alana," laughed Hari. "See how sensual your feet can be?"
"Mmmm." She murmured in agreement, thoroughly enjoying exploring the two bodacious buttocks with her toes. When she slid into the crevice, however, Sami moved her foot again.
"Now we move on, Alana," he said, ignoring her little pout of disappointment.
"Would you release the tassels, please, turn over onto your stomach, and
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