*Nearly a year has passed since I woke up finding the legs of four girls standing beside my bed followed by their bare feet in my sink and their heads in a box in front of my door. We had much fund in the following days and I can easily consider them as the best ones of my entire live. But as quickly and magically they appeared, they vanished again two days later and although Hibiko, the craziest and most perverted of them all, promised me to explain me everything later, I still don’t know, where they came from, or why they were even here. Why me and not any other guy?
Well, with all these questions in my mind, I carried on. Lived my life as before, but could never forget those delicious soft soles.
Then came a time, when I left the house and moved to another place in another town, because of several reasons. The house itself was old, but still in a good shape. With the help of my friends, I could finish moving within a few days and was going to spend my first night in my new residence.
I heard rumours about ghosts haunting the house, but instead of being afraid, I was just excited, but nothing happened for many hours and so I fell asleep.
I couldn’t sleep long, before something woke me up. The sound of steps was coming from the other room. Finally a sign of a ghost, I hoped, quietly moved out of the bed and took my flashlight. The wind howled outside as I sneaked towards the door and slowly opened it. Still I heard the steps, but couldn’t see anyone. So I walked into the room, looking for anything visible.
I was just to give up, as I suddenly felt something warm touching my heel. Slowly I turned around and what I saw would have scared other people to death, but as I have seen similar things before, I was more happy than scared. The detached bare foot of a young girl was behind me. The girl itself wasn’t visible.
Instantly I remembered Hibiko and her friends and hoped that this could be a sign of their return. Although it definitely didn’t belong to them, as I knew them better than the map of my hometown. Its skin was paler than anyone, who I have ever seen, which I kinda liked, because I like my feet pale, if you know what I mean. I grabbed it to investigate it further and recognised that even her soles were perfect white and showed just a small sign of pink.
You bet that I couldn’t resist and take it to my bed instantly, as my cock was already hard as stone. I laid on my back and held it near to my face. Her soles were a little bit dusty and so I didn’t hesitate and cleaned her soft sole with my tongue. It was soft as a cloud and tasted like cotton candy.
If I offer a cleaning service it’s a complete service and so I didn’t stop at her soles. I licked between her toes and sucked on them like lollipops, while rubbing my golden tube. Suddenly I realised something shocking. Both of my hands were holding the foot, so who was playing with my pink snake?
With a glimpse of my eye I caught a gracile female hand, as white and pale as the foot, grabbing it. Whoever the owner of the foot was, she definitely joined the game, but the hand stopped at the time I stopped licking her ped.
Within a second the TV in front of was switched on and displayed a strange video. It looked like it was made with an old video camera. The film-maker went through some old looking corridors and after a few minutes I realised that it were the walls of my house. Then he put the carpet in the living room aside revealing a hidden door into the basement. He climbed down a ladder, at least I supposed he did, because it was too dark to see anything and when the picture was bright enough again, illuminated by some old looking lamps, I could clearly see blood on the walls. Now I really felt uncomfortable.
The video stopped for a moment, just as I felt a cold wind inside the room and a distant voice calling me:
“Come! Help us!”
Well, “us” would mean that they are more than one ghost. Still I was curious enough to investigate further and look for this hidden door. To my great surprise it really was there just under the carpet in the living room. As the film-maker I opened it and climbed into the tunnel with the bloody walls. Immediately the lights went on, showing me the way. I totally forgot putting on clothes and so I was really cold. At the half of the way I suddenly heard the sound of bare soles touching the ground behind me and as I looked back a beautiful young woman blocked the tunnel. Although she was completely naked, having only toerings on each of her toes, the cold didn’t seem to bother her.
“Who are you?”, I asked.
Before answering the girl came nearer, put a finger on my lips and pointed towards the other end of the tunnel. A sign that I should carry on. Confused I agreed and went forward till I finally entered a much bigger room. It didn’t really look, as I expected. I thought about a chirurgic table, skeletons or something horrible. Instead it was like a second living room, even better than the real one. A red carpet, comfortable pillows on the floor, a bookshelf and a fucking whirlpool!
I couldn’t believe my eyes, but as a familiar sound reached my ear everything was getting clearer.
“How do you like it?”
It was definitely Hibikos voice, but I still couldn’t see her. Suddenly someone behind me held his hands in front of my eyes and as he or she removed them I could see Hibiko and the other japan girls sitting nearly naked on the pillows. Beside from some jewellery, there was nothing on their perfect bodies. Their positions made me laugh. They had formed a foot-worship circle. Chichi was worshipping Ryoko, Ryoko sucked on Namis toes, Nami was just licking Hibikos soles and Hibikos head rested on Chichis bare soles.
“Come sit with us! Your new friend, will join us too!”
“Oh girls! Where have you been!”, I asked them while walking to them and sitting down in their middle.
Immediately Chichi and Nami sat down each on one of my legs and started to rub their bare feet against my crotch. While Ryoko started detaching her limbs and Hibiko and the ghost girl sat down beside him.
“Well. We had some things to manage, but now we’re back. A nice choice for your new home by the way!”
“Oh, yes. Did you all this?”, I asked, but negotiated.
“Nope it was all Amy’s idea! She liked you from the first day you entered her house, but was too shy to show you. That’s when we came in and told her about your fantasies! It turned out that you both like the same things.”
I turned around and looked into Amys cold blue eyes. She looked so perfect, better than any girl I’ve met before. It felt completely unreal and I got lost while looking at her face.
“So Amy. Looks like were stuck together now! I hope there won’t be any problems between us. Can you speak?”
I just had to ask, because she had been so quiet till now. Again instead of answering directly she stood up, walked behind me and sat down right behind my back. I wasn’t sure what would happen until I felt her perfect white feet resting on my shoulders.
“Only if you caress my poor feet from time to time!”, she suddenly said and I accepted immediately.
While the two girls were still rubbing my cock, I sucked on Amys toes, inhaled her magical aroma and licked the dirt from her dusty soles. Then she grabbed my head with her bare soles, pulling me back until I was lying flat on the floor. Although she was a ghost I could still feel a pressure, as she trampled on my face. It was like paradise and the other girls made it even better. Two put one foot in one of my hands, while one gave me one of the best footjobs ever.
So I enjoyed having Amys soles on my face, Namis soles on my cock and tickling both Chichi and Ryokos feet.
Five minutes of pure joy, but nothing lasts forever and so we all sat there exhausted. Just Amy was as fresh as always. A benefit of being a ghost I suppose.
“So are we going to do such things more often?”, I asked into the round, hoping for a positive answer.
“The girls will vanish from time to time, but I’ll stay here with you forever. Every hour, every minute, just because I can’t leave the house nor am able to sleep.”, Amy told me.
“Well, ok. Can you say it in a way, which isn’t scary?”, I joked and they all laughed with me.
"Better! I'm going to show you what I'll give you!", she responded and the japanese girls quickly vanished, as Amy gestured them to leave.
Excited I waited for an action, which then was Amy suddenly summoning ghostly chains out of nowwhere.
"Chain me! So much that not even a ghost can escape!"
"You don't have to ask me twice!", I told her and told her to sit down.
The chains were already held tight on her ankles and wrists by steel cuffs. I crossed her arms behind her back and guided the chain connected to her left wrist under her right armpit and up to her neck. After wrapping it around the fragile looking neck, I did the same with the other chain. At this time I was glad that Amy was already a ghost, because I would have been to afraid to do such things to a living person. But still it looked real. The chain around her neck was so tight that she couldn't move her arms without having breathing problems.
Until this point I didn't even knew that ghosts need to breathe. (What happens when they can't? Become more dead than dead?)
Finally I helped her to lie on her flat stomach. I wapped the chains connected to her ankles a few times around the tight of the opposite leg and then connected it to the chains on her back with a suddenly appearing padlock. Amys feet were now bent at ninety degrees, leaving her bare soles exposed.
"Tight enough?", I asked.
She couldn' really speak, but it sounded like "Yes!" and "Do it!". I exactly knew what she meant and started tickling her vulnerable soles. Her ghostly body was shaking, although being shackled so tight. As a professional tickler I tried to find every vulnerable spot, but I had to get her feet completely naked first. So I put each toe in my mouth, one after another, and sucked on them until I got her toeringss off and could spit them aside.
Finally I started at her heels, went to her soft soles, to her arches, the gaps between her toes and finally the toes themselves and I can say: Her soles are definitely the most ticklish spots. I tickled those for many minutes, and Amy was cringing on the floor.
After a few minutes of intensive tickling I noticed her getting slippery between her legs and now I was definitely sure that I had to learn a lot more about ghosts.
"Carry on!", I heard her voice in my head and as she wished, I carried on, but now I didn't stop at her feet, but tickled every possible spot. From the armpits to the the neck, but never found a spot as ticklish as her soles and so I returned to them.
"Finish it!", she told me suddenly and again I knew what she ment.
I rolled her on her back, leaned over, looked into her wonderful eyes and finally put my dick into her vagina. Many times and each time I could see the satisfaction in her eyes....
Later it turned out that Amy wasn't an ordinary ghost. Although being pretty dead, she could still feel like a human, which means that she also still has the same desires as she had as human, just a little bit more twisted.