SENIOR PROM, Part 3

That night I finally fell asleep around seven in the morning while Joan
spent the night struggling to breath in Lisa's ass. I was awakened at 10:00 by
Lisa who woke up and called to me. She casually said, "Slave, go buy me
somebreakfast," and then gave me her order. I replied, "Yes, Princess Lisa,"
and bowed down, kissed her feet once each (as were the new rules), and got
dressed and ran to get her breakfast. When I returned with everything, I saw
Lisa still sitting on Joan's face and now using the remote control to switch
t.v. channels. She told me to set it up on the table and then finally got off
of Joan's face after about six hours. Joan took her first giant breaths since
Lisa began farting on her the previous night. She fell to her hands and knees
from pain and exhaustion and was crying and rubbing her neck. When Lisa saw
this she told her to lay on her back under her table and when Joan did, Lisa
just rested her bare feet on the top of Joan's face and ate like nothing was
wrong. She then ordered me to kiss her feet while they were on Joan's face.
This was very wierd for me and Joan. I had layed on top of Joan and kissed her
many times before, but now I was doing it with someone's bare foot in between
us. I could see Joan's crying face between Lisa's feet but didn't care. This
was the first time that I was not only kissing Lisa's feet, but worshipping
them also.
     Shortly after Lisa finished eating, the rest of the "clique" walked in
and told me and Joan to get their stuff ready for the beach. We got up and
followed the girls while carrying six beach chairs and bags all by ourselves
as they casually walked ahead of us. Once in place, we were told when to come
and pick them up from the beach and we left and waited. This was one of the
first times that me and Joan spoke in weeks, as she told me how horrible the
pain was in her position that she spent the night. She cried about how
terrible Lisa's asshole smelled and all the while I kept wanting to tell her
that it is really our honor to be able to serve these queens. But I quietly
said not to worry and that it would all be tiresome to them pretty soon. 
     When it was time to pick them up, me and Joan went and followed them back
to the motel carrying all the chairs. Mellisa stopped the others and said,
"Hold on. This is a very clean motel. No going in the rooms with all that
filthy mud on your feet. Ewww." The girls just shrugged and said O.K. and sat
down. Terry was the first to snap her fingers and point to the floor so we
started there. I then learned that five years ago, Terry and Joan both liked
the same guy and Joan wound up with him and rubbed it in Terry's face very
much at the time. Terry reminded Joan of that while we were licking mud and
dirt from the soles of her feet. She told Joan, "I don't think any guys will
want a girl that cleans feet do you, Joan?" Joan had to reply, "No, Princess
Terry, I don't think they will." When we finished cleaning every bit of grimy
mud off Terry's feet, she askd Mellisa, "Mel, you don't want me going in with
wet feet do you," with a wink. When Mellisa said no, Joan was ordered to lay
her face sideways by the door while Terry stood full weight on her head and
slowly wiped her feet clean. She said to Joan, "Now tell me how much of a
loser you are and how great I am," and Joan said," I am the biggest loser in
the world, Princess Terry, and you are so great." With that Terry let out one
big laugh and grinded her feet into Joan's face before getting off and going
in. After that, we cleaned the other five pairs of feet and, oddly enough, all
five other girls chose Joan to use as a doormat instead of me. 
     We were allowed to return to our room while they showered and later went
out but it was not a long rest. Apparently while they were out they came up
with a game to play. They went to the local gym and took and aerobics class
and purposely wore sneakers with no socks. When they got back we were told of
the rules to the game. Me and Joan would both be blindfolded and kept on our
hands and knees. All six pairs of shoes would be placed in the center of the
room and we were to crawl to each girl one at a time, smell their feet for one
minute, then crawl to the pile and smell the sneakers. After this we were to
grab a sneaker in our teeth and crawl it over to who we thought the rightful
owner was. If we got it right, we just put it back in the center and tried to
make another match, if we got it wrong, the girl we brought it to would get to
spit directly in our face and we had to kiss her sweaty foot and beg for her
forgiveness until we got it. I went first. After spending a minute each
inhaling their sweaty foot odor, I was ready to pass out. when I went to the
sneakers, they all smelled the same. So I just took a shot. I bit on one pair
and carried it over to the first pair of feet I could find. It was Michelle's
feet, but not Michelle's sneaker. I lifted my head when she said, "No, no,
no." Then Michelle lifted my blindfold, looked into my eyes and spit directly
into my face from about two inches away. I thought I would have an orgasm
right there. I could never believe how good it would feel. When she said to
kiss her horrible smelling feet I thought I was in heaven. She made me humble
myself and kiss them for ten minutes beacaue it was Joan's turn to smell
everyones feet and take a try at the sneakers. I kept saying, "I am so sorry
Princess Michelle. Please forgive me. I promise to learn the smell of your
feet. Thank you for the honor of letting me smell them." In the middle of
this, Joan made her rounds to Michelle and was sniffing Michelle's left foot
right next to me as I was kissing the other one while Michelle just sat and
joked with the others about how badly everyone's feet stunk up the room and
what it must be like to actually have to kiss them. Without my blindfold I
could see out of the corner of my eye that Joan had bit into Terry's sneaker
and actually brought it over to the right person by sheer dumb luck. I saw
Terry's face grimace and she actually cheated. As the other girls were
laughing at Terry's bad luck, she lied and said, "Wrong shoe loser," anyway.
Then I watched Terry grab my bowing girlfriend by the hair and pick her head
up off the floor. Joan would have feel if Terry wasn't holding her hair. She
hung there like a cat that someone had grabbed by the back of the neck. Terry
kept filling up her mouth with spit and letting it fly in Joan's waiting face
about ten times. The other girls let out a collective, "Ewww," with every
spit. When her mouth was dry she throw Joan's head to her stinking feet and
said, "Bitch, you better really beg for my forgiveness or I will walk on your
face for an hour." My first orgasm in my pants came when I saw my very own
girlfriend kissing her arch enemy's sweaty feet and begging for mercy.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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