A Juicy Treasure

​Hello there again, here’s the final part of my older stories of Emily’s adventures. Next story will be a completely new one again. As you may have noticed there’s a character called Mae in Emily’s stories, this is also the name of a character in my story series ‘A Shared Pursuit’ (of which I published the first part a while ago). I’m not sure yet if this is the same person, maybe in the future I will connect them somehow but for now you can treat them as two different people. Enjoy! 

- VC

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There they were. This long awaited pair of shoes was making their entrance into Emily’s, already broad, shoe collection. A box with red printing got into her hands.

She opened the lid, excitement racing trough her body. They were covered in crinkly wrapping paper. The first glance of a crisp white fell upon her. It made her shiver. Brand new white beauties. Mae will like these ones, I’m sure.

Emily proceeded and now they were there, in her hands. Brand new True White Vans sneakers. She had been thinking about buying them for quite a while now.

Ever since that adventure with Mae and her friends, her shoe collection had been expanding rapidly. Her inner sneaker freak had been awakened that night. She had been focused on shoes ever since and her urge to possess more of them was abundant.

Her black Old Skools, that were drenched that very night, had never been cleaned since then. Afterwards, she had been wearing them a lot, always thinking about the intense creaming they’d received that night. For many nights after, she’d been spoiling herself wearing them.

Thinking of Claire licking them, Mae caressing them.

The multiple cumshots that guy sprayed on and inside those shoes when the night progressed.

Everything was so fresh in her mind, always dazzling her into a lustful, delusive masturbation session.

Emily spent nights wearing her shoes in bed.

Sleeping with them.

Waking up the next morning with her warm, moist feet still inside. It had become an addiction. As she had been expanding her collection, every pair of shoes she got had been under the sheets with her, countless times.

And now, about a year since she drank too much of those Campari Cocktails, after about a year of collecting shoes, her first Vans Slip-Ons were a fact. Virginal white ones. Ready for some juicy sessions. There must be something about a pair of Vans that made her buy new ones every time again.

But all this time, she had been keeping this passion for herself.

She looked at her feet. Another pair of sneakers she adored. These black Chucks have barely been of my feet the past week. That drench in the lecture room was the moment she’d totally breached a barrier.

Reinvented her sneaker passion.

Milking out this guy without any feeling of embarrassment. Totally indulging herself into his cock without any second thought.

That was the trigger. She was ready for more.

With these new Vans she was going to kick it off. Hit it to the next level. With the box in her hand Emily walked over to her bed.

She grabbed her Converse and pulled her feet out, still a bit moisty, and put them on the floor. Lying there, unlaced, yellow spots all over the white rubber and laces. White strokes visible on the black canvas. She pressed her feet on top of them. Squishing the Canvas and rubber. She looked at her feet, buried into those hot sneakers.

She liked her feet. Such a pity I always have to put them inside some shoes. Altough she always wore her shoes sockless, Emily cared well for her feet. She used various lotions to condition her skin and polished her toenails frequently. They looked beautiful. Time to shove them into these virginal Slip-Ons.

She grabbed the pristine Vans and smelled. Deeply inhaled. She gazed upon them for a while, admiring the beauty of the fabric and rubber. Caressing the materials.

Already fantasizing about everything she’d do with them. A quick naughty lick over the rubber sides. Still a bit cautious to be discovered, as if somebody been watching her.

Eventually she slipped her feet inside and engulfed her feet with the neatly knitted canvas. They embraced her feet like lovers. Putting on her shoes had something so sensual. Like putting a nice cock into a juicy pussy. My juicy pussy, preferably. She noticed a tingle in her belly, traveling down, between her thighs. Damn these shoes are so hot. I feel so sexy. Can’t wait to have a nice load into these. She imagined her toes already had some wiggly cum in between them.

That thought ignited something.

She let herself fall onto her back. Sticking her feet right into the air. What a pleasure for the eye. Rotating her feet gave her a perfect view on how lovely those Vans looked on her.

I wish some guy was here to cream them up. That would be a nice start. Baptizing these shoes with a load of cum.

She bit her lip and felt her pussy tingle.

Quickly she was daydreaming. Letting her hands caress her body. Traveling over her nipples. She rubbed her feet together, the rubber making squeaky noises. A warm wave went through her body.

There it was again.

That intense shoe focused horniness.

Her hands traveled down to her privates, disappearing underneath her panties. Her head went fuzzy and her thoughts were yet again lost into pervy shoe wetness. Her mouth slowly fell open without her realizing it.

Her fingers went on their way to her pulsating clit. Her body already to a boiling level. All because she slipped her bare feet into those damn hot Vans.

Salacious thoughts entered her mind. She began rotating her fingertips along her clit. Focused on the fresh new canvas shoes wrapped around her feet. Her head was melting. Fantasies ran wild.

‘Baptizing these shoes with a load of cum...’ Echoed trough her head…

She closed her eyes.

Emily was all alone. Wet feet. Sticky body. Glowing hot skin.

Sportswear laying beside her on the bench. She must have been working out or something. Wearing only panties now. What I need is a nice refreshment.

She put her hair up, some stubborn curly hairs escaped. She stroked them behind her ear, unclothed herself and walked butt-naked over to the showers.

Butt naked? Not really.

Suddenly she remembers. Her brand new white slip-ons. They felt so natural on her feet she didn’t even notice she was wearing them. I’ll keep them on, I want them to get all wet. How come she was so bloody horny?

The showering room was all empty but filled with steamy air. Hot beams of water spraying out of every shower. Like if Emily walked into a hot spring.

Just before she wanted to step under the gushing water, she heard a voice.

‘Are you going to leave those shoes on pretty?’ Echoed trough the splashing sounds.

Emily turned her head. Behind her stood a sporty guy, and why didn’t it surprise her…

He was fully naked.

To her own marvel, she was perfectly calm. Did the burning horniness inside her cause this?

‘Do you want me to? Do you want to see them getting all wet?’ She asked. ‘I actually like the idea of the white canvas being all drenched.’

‘Oh girl I like that too, I really do. Those little shoes seem to be part of you, beautiful.’

Emily turned around. Fully exposing her tight body to him. ‘Oh boy, all my shoes look well on me, I can assure you.’

‘Then you have to give me a look into your closet once. Because this sight is second to none.’

‘Hmm, we’ll see about that.’ She played.

Her skin was still shiny. Glints of light ran over her body. Reflecting the dim lighting.

‘Will you show me how wet they can get?’ He asked.

‘Sure, why not. But only if you’re going to show me something in return.’

He gazed with awe how she just took a step back, right into a jet of water. ‘But I guess that’s not going to be a problem.’ Gushing all over her body. Trickling along her most intimate body parts in an instant. All down to her feet. At first, the sound of little drips hitting the fresh white canvas. But soon they were getting all wet.

He didn’t move a muscle.

She turned her body left and right, shoveling her feet over the tiles. The sounds of squeaky rubber bounced the tiled walls. And with every squeak, his dick went harder.

‘Hmm, that’s what I was aiming for...’ Her pussy went fuzzier. ‘And now it’s aiming at me.’

Her body gleaming, fully wet.

Hypnotizing.

Rays of warmth pulsated trough her.

‘Is it because of my little Vans, getting all wet?’

She closed her eyes. The sound of gushing water seemed to merge with the feeling inside her. Streams of horniness...

A touch. Her nipple. And the other one as well. A hard muscle touching her leg. A hand on her butt. Another two hands massaging her neck. A second dick pressing her butt. She opened her eyes again.

Suddenly there were three guys. Caressing her body.

‘Oh well, I see you’ve invited your friends.’

A fourth guy walking in. His hand shoveled down to her belly, down to her pussy. A fifth. All coming for her. To enjoy her. Five pair of hands, traveling all over her body.

Her pussy being treated gently. The water still gushing. Cocks rushing.

‘Wow this couldn’t get better!’ She laughed ‘Are you all here to treat my drenched Vansies?’

Emily couldn’t hold it. ‘Well let’s get to it then. Can’t let all these nice cum-sticks waving around here aimlessly!’ She grabbed a random dick and wrestled her hand around it. It instantly went twice as hard. She started thrusting. Her fingers rubbing the shiny tip.

The hand caressing her clit started rotating. A second one came from behind and a finger entered her pussy.

‘Oh yeah, shove it in boy, rub my insides.’

She started moaning softly and the guys were becoming wild. One of them couldn’t hold himself and grabbed her tits. He kneaded them firmly.

‘Suck my nipples.’ She commanded. And so he did.

Her clit being treated, her insides rubbed and her nipples a nice sucking. Five guys treating her gently, but she was in command. Like a volcano near eruption a deep and intense horniness bubbled inside her.

‘I need this to go on forever.’

‘We’re not gonna stop Emily, never, we’re going to make you cum a thousand times.’ The first guy said, as if he spoke for all of them. ‘Just like we are going to cum a thousand times inside you.’

‘And what about my little slipons?’

‘We will cum in them a thousand times more.’

‘Lift me up.’ She whispered.

Her legs swung into the air instantly. ‘Your pussy’s so inviting. We all want to take a look.’

‘Then enter.’

And so he shoved it in, from behind, big, deep and hard. A wave of pleasure entered her body. He started pumping. She looked another guy in his eyes and gestured him.

She pointed at her shoes. ‘Come over here, I know what you came here for. They want their part as well.’

With her legs up in the air her feet were completely free. Two guys grabbed each of her feet. Like it was meant to be so, they started rubbing their cocks along the bottom of her Vans.

‘Yes! That’s what I’m talking about! Rub them, caress them, fuck them, show them what taking virginity means.’

Two throbbing cocks rippling along the waffle soles. All in the same rhythm as that cock pushing his way inside her.

‘Oh you won’t have to tell us a second time.’ He answered willingly. ‘We’re going to cream up those cuties so bad.’

It was like one guy was fucking her, but five times in a different way, simultaneously.

Emily was rubbing her feet faster along those cocks. Soon they were already starting to look very juicy. Another one of those guys steps over and starts rubbing his dick as well.

Before she knows, four cocks are giving those shoes a nice rubbing. One guy the rubbery white sole, the other one rubbing the wet canvas top. All of them caressing every inch of those shoes.

The temperature was rising. The thought of big creamy loads being unleashed upon her new slip-ons was making her even hotter.

In an instant one of the guys humping her soles decides to lift her foot out of the shoes. But he leaves her toes inside, just her heel slipping out, to make some room.

Lovely, just what I was expecting to see next.

‘Some space over there is free now, I hope you understand what that means?.’ Emily teases. While still being fucked roughly, that cock seems to get harder and go deeper with every thrust. ‘Fill that space up! My little Vans are craving for it!’ She moaned.

And so the guy did, his cock slid inside her little slip-on. Her smooth foot sole was gently rubbed by his juicy glans. While at the same time his shaft was pressing itself firmly into the shoes’ soft footbed.

‘Oh yeah this is what I mean! Fuck my feet, fuck my Vans, deeper and deeper! I want to feel the tip of your cock between my toes!’ She moaned louder.

The second guy didn’t hesitate for a moment and did the same thing. Lifted her other heel out and shove it in.

‘Mmm, guys this is… a dream coming true.’

Two guys fucking her brand new Vans, while she was still wearing them. But she didn’t realize this could even get better...

This was the moment where her own fantasies caught up with her.

Things she couldn’t even imagine.

In both of her hands she suddenly holds another pair of the same shoes, white Vans Slip-ons. But it seems it’s not just another pair, it are duplicates of them, her own.

Four shoes, but actually one pair.

The fresh sneakers that were fucked on her feet right now, were also in her hands.

‘This... What? What’s happening? How can this be?’ She stutters.

Things seem to shift as Emily realizes she’s lost herself in her fantasies.

‘What the... This is... This is amazing!’

Before she even knows she shoves them on a pair of dicks.

‘Now I can treat all of you with my little shoes!’

Holding the shoes she feels the warmth trough the canvas, the warmth of throbbing cocks rippling themselves inside. The heat of blood rushed muscles spreading trough the surface. It was so hot inside, as if there were two dicks inside her shoes now, and the same for the ones on her feet.

Multiple dicks fucking my slip-ons, how could this get any better?

‘What a treat guys... I don’t know what’s happening but I don’t care. I love it. Keep on going, I want you to fill them up all simultaneously!’ She moans.

The other guy just keeps on fucking her like a tireless stallion.

The feeling... It’s heavenly. It is like the feeling of that big cock thrusting inside her is melted together with those other cocks fucking her shoes. She couldn’t place it.

Her shoes feel as if they are her pussy. Part of her. But at the same time her pussy feels like her shoes as well, it’s amazing how juicy it is. Being pumped deeply by this cock.

Rubbery, wet, canvas pussies, craving for cum. All these feelings together ran as waves all over her body.

She’s laying there on the hot bathroom floor. Her nipples rock hard. Her pussy soaking wet. Her feet sweaty and soppy. Her slip-ons wet and luscious.

But then, it suddenly all dissolved.

She opened her eyes. The guys seem to have left her. They were gone. She took a look around her. She felt like floating in the air.

On the shower floor, in an instant, multiple duplicates of her white Vans seem to be scattered around.

Dozens of them.

Hundreds of them.

All spread underneath her on the wet floor.

The guys all standing there in a row, jerking themselves off with more of the same shoes, hers. She’s awestruck.

They can all cum inside the same pair of shoes simultaneously?

My Vansies are going te get so creamy!

There she was laying in a bulk of her own sneakers. Horniness thunders trough her body like lighting, it takes over in hallucinating forms. A deep climax inside her belly is boiling to the max.

As her deep orgasm is crawling it’s way outside, Emily looks up at the showers. Still gushing hot water. Her eyes grow.

The shower head she’s looking at seems to be changing form. The other ones started deforming as well. Slowly they turn into huge cocks. What the hell!

They seem to be attached to those guys. They had grown into giants, their stiff shower dicks pointing towards her. And her shoes.

This is going to be it.

This is the last drip she needed. As she starts orgasming deeply, the water coming out of those shower-head-dicks changes into thick, creamy cum. Big creamy love fountains. Spraying gallons and gallons of cum, all over Emily.

She gets completely covered up while she’s having one of the deepest orgasms in her life.

More and more cum landed all around her.

Over, inside, under all the scattered shoes around her. Thick dots of cum splattering all over her shoes. Clinging in between the rubber and the canvas. One big, wet, white tsunami, and Emily laying there in the center of it all, totally worn out. Totally covered by a big, warm, steamy blanket of hot cum...

That’s when she awakes. Shoes still on her feet. Just one beautiful pair, and aside from the moistness of her feet, they are dry. It all had been an erotic fantasy, mixed with a dream, mixed with a masturbation session. But oh boy it was good. She was a bit dazed by how good it was, still in a whirl of lust. Emily couldn’t remember when she exactly orgasmed. Or maybe she continuously came all night through. All she knew she was still extremely horny this morning.

She focused on her feet, wrapped by that brand new but already damp white canvas.

I really want that cum inside them, all of it. Damn there was lots of it...

Later that morning Emily was sitting in college. You would expect her still wearing her Vans, but no, not anymore. They were somewhere else now. On the way to the university she’d come up with a plan.

A plan to get her new Vansies all drenched up and deflowered. Just like in her orgasmic dream.

Right now Emily was overthinking her plan wearing her beautiful black low Converse again, the ones we know so very well.

Am I going to do this? Taking this risky step, with the chance of getting exposed as some kind of freak. But she was so eager to get those shoes creamed up. That dreamy session from last night had become an obsession. She was thinking of them, laying there in that locker.

Cum, cum, cum, was als she could think of. In them, over them, under them, everywhere.

And what of it? What if she would get exposed, her secret out in the open, so what? Again she thought of the guy she had forced to cream up the Chucks she was wearing now.

That guy didn’t say anything to anyone right. And what about Louise and Kimmy, you met them right after, they should have noticed right? You were late, you were all sweaty and blushed, and your shoes must have caught their eye, all wet, covered in dirty white stuff.

But they didn’t say anything.

And what about that guy last summer, at the party? And Mae, and Claire. No one had ever said a word about anything. So maybe she could go a step further. Maybe this was the right time to do this.

She wrote a short message on a small piece of paper.

Locker 116 32113 Don’t leave them clean.

And she quickly wrote another fifteen or so more, with the exact same message. She looked up, and searched for her first target.

I’m very curious how this is going to turn out.

When she had arrived at her locker this morning, she’d taken all her stuff out and put it in her bag. Looked around if anyone was there, slipped her bare feet out of her Vans, took a quick sniff and put them inside her locker. The smell, new and moisty. She was already late so she quickly shoved her bare feet in her Converse, tied them up, and set off to her first block of the day.

Now she was sitting here, still hesitating. She scanned the room one last time.

Which of the guys are most likely to...

Lesson was nearly over. It was getting critical now. The route she was going to take was in her head. She stood up. With a hasty pace she walked past the desks. Her heart pounding in her throat.

Piece by piece she slipped a note onto a table as she passed every desk where a boy sat. Hoping nobody noticed it was she who put it there.

Messages delivered.

There was no way back now. Her blood still rushed through her veins when she walked the corridor.

Now I need to be patient. Whatever is going to happen, if something is happening at all. Hoping any of them noticed the note. Understood the message. Willing to walk over to her locker.

Fifteen pieces of paper, if they all did as she asked them, her Vans were going to be quite drenched. It was going to be a happy trip walking home for her. Nice squishy feet in her bed tonight. She decided to concentrate on that. Trying not to worry about everything that could go wrong.

As the day proceeded she was constantly with her Vans in her mind. Squashing in her head every urge to get over to her locker. See if anything happened.

But also expecting every moment to be encountered by some of those guys. Asking what the hell she meant with that note. But it didn’t happen.

Finally it was around half past five. She was trying not to hurry.

Waiting for everyone to leave. She was excited and afraid at the same time. Doing her best to relax she almost crawled along the hallways, on her way to the locker room. Her feet softly fondling the inside of her Converse.

She took a peek into the locker room. A shock went through her.

There was still someone at her locker. She looked again. He didn’t notice her. He was just closing her locker. Well that's at least one of them.

Luckily he left to the other side, leaving the locker room empty.

She couldn’t imagine this was happening. She snuck in and went over as quick as she could, to the ‘cum closet’.

A soft beep, followed by the lock clicking open. And the reveal. The result of a day’s waiting. A day full of visitors. A wave of horniness overwhelmed Emily. The same wave she felt last night. The sight was... unmatched.

What she sees inside that locker exceeded all of her expectations. Her poor white Vansies. They were completely creamed up.

Totally covered by god knows how many loads. A huge mess. A thick pool of cum was on the bottom of her locker and her shoes were still dripping.

You probably know that Vans Slip-ons have that nice faux leather collar around the edge. Just like Old Skools have. She couldn’t imagine it was possible but her shoes were filled all the way up to that collar. Totally filled.

Like two canvas buckets of cum standing there before her. The glistening of the liquid. So fucking wet.

God this was so hot. This was very much more than she had hoped for. And the smell, musty, warm, making her wild.

As she thought of it, this couldn’t have possibly come from just fifteen guys. This was way more. This looked more like fifty loads to her. The guys must have passed through her notes among each other.

There are a lot of sneaker freaks in here!

This was the moment she had been waiting for. She slipped off her Chucks and carefully grabbed these cum dumpsters out. Such a pity, so much of it was already spilled on the bottom of her locker.

She carefully puts her Vans on the bench behind her and grabs her Converse. Can’t leave all this juice just lying around here, unused.

Carefully she shoves her hand along the bottom of the locker, all of the spilled cum ripples to the front. She keeps her Converse tightly under the edge of the locker and in a single move all of the cum rolls down into her shoes. A waterfall of creamy goodness.

We’ll let them absorb that for a moment.

And she puts her Chucks on the bench as well.

She takes a seat, carefully lifts up her Vans again, trying to not spill any of it. She shoves her feet into those moisty pits of luscious liquids, in the same movement she lifts up her legs, almost lying on her back. And there it goes. A wave of cum starts rolling down.

Streaks of thick white cum painted a stripey pattern on her legs. Held back by nothing but soft, glistening skin.

Emily’s in ecstasy. The feeling of that warm juice flowing down her legs makes her almost cum for herself. Her panties all wet. She lets the cum flow and flow and her legs are almost completely covered.

The thought of it. More than fifty loads, fifty different guys. All for her. She can’t wait to expose herself. Parading through the school’s hallway as if nothing was going on.

Her legs, feet, Vans drenched in cum. A blush on her cheeks. Her pussy as wet as it will ever be.

Probably leaving waffle patterned footsteps all over the hallway floor. All the way home. One could follow the cummy footsteps and end up at Emily’s bed.

Be sure to have your balls filled...