She pushed up on her left palm, and
used her right hand to hold Peter’s
hard cock beneath her. She then
slowly settled onto it, easily, as she
was wet and he was still wet from
her mouth. She started to move up and down on it slowly, moaning,
and keeping an eye on the running
Jack over Peter’s shoulder the
whole time. And Jack ran, thinking he could get
away. But as he looked behind him,
he could she that Katelyn put her
stocking covered foot right behind
him, dragging it closer…closer…
closer. When right behind him, she raised it slightly, and let it settle
down on Jack. She didn’t press
hard, but firmly enough that though
he was caught under the fabric
between two of her smaller toes, he
couldn’t move. She continued to ride Peter, progressively harder,
sliding all the way up and down on
him. As she did, she started to curl
her toes on her right foot gently,
until she could feel the tiny Jack
picked up and held by her toes. He was wrapped in the nylon, squeezed
gently between her toes. She slowly
started to curl them harder, and
harder… “Oh, Jack, I want to ride hard until
you pop!” she exclaimed frantically. “It’s Peter!” Peter said, but not
really caring, he was fucking her as
hard as he could now. Of course,
Jack knew who it was meant for,
and started to panic, constricted
between her toes, hardly able to breathe now. He tried to scream,
but couldn’t. He thought of
Bobby’s fate, and knew his own too
(though the only consolation was
he would not be digested, and
become part of that body). “I’m cumming!” Katelyn screamed.
“God!” she yelled, and Peter could
feel her vagina constrict around his
cock, undulating on it. She was
having an intense orgasm now,
wave after wave coming over her, and she curled her toes as hard as
she could until…pop! She felt a
liquid sensation seep through her
stockings, and onto her toes, and
knew Jack was gone. Her body
tightened every muscle it had, and her orgasm peaked… Peter collapsed onto the bed, totally
spent. “Wow, Katelyn, that was
unbelievable!” “You don’t know the half of it,” she
said. “But let’s go again!” “Wow, you do have a lot of energy,
but I just can’t right now.” he
replied. “Well, I’ll be hungry for you later,”
she told him coyly. And with that,
he rolled over on the bed to fall
asleep. She, however, was not even
close to being done with her fun.
She still had Brian, of course, and he would be taken care of in due
time. But Steve was her more
immediate concern. While Peter slept, Katelyn walked
out to the kitchen. She turned the
light on dimly, and put her foot up
onto the chair, so that her thigh
was parallel to the ground. She
lifted the stocking top off of her leg slightly so that she could pull Steve
out. As he became freed slightly, he
tried to dart away from her
approaching fingers. But she just
giggled, and moved her gigantic
fingers towards him like pinchers. “Mmmm, keep running Steve. My
mom used to yell at me for playing
with my food when I was little, but
she’s not around here now.” That sent a panic into Steve, and he
struggled in her fingers as she
pulled him out of her stockings. She
set him down onto the chair, and
raised her foot slowly over him. He
feared for his end, but she merely brought it down close so that he
could see the remnants of a stain
that had been Jack.