by Amber K
This is my first entry since I received this journal
book four birthdays ago. I've had repeating dreams as of
late, concerning an ex baby-sitter of mine and an event
that took place. These dreams have now been lasting for
months and I feel I need to get my feelings down on
paper. In doing this, I have hopes that I will
understand the unexpected resurfacing of these events.
My baby-sitter's name was Amber Kurwitz and she used to
watch me when I was between 10 and 12 years of age.
Sometimes she would come to my parents’ home while other
times I would be dropped off at her house where she
lived with her mother. Mostly I got along with her,
though she could be overly bossy at times. The biggest
problem I had was her need to go out of her way to put
me in emotionally uncomfortable positions. Such as
making me get undressed in front of her in order to toss
my soiled clothing in the washing machine ... or walking
in on me when I was taking a shower or bath and
preceding to talk to me whilst seeming to give my naked
body the once over ... and sometimes twice or three
times over. She would also make comments about how much
I was growing ... you know ... down there. As it was, my
family never really had an outspoken policy in the
issues of sex, thus I was rather shaky about the subject
being addressed. I knew the mechanics of it all, but was
instilled with the opinion via my parents, that it was
shameful. All in all it just plain embarrassed me!
Towards the last year of my contact with Amber she
developed a new trait in our situation. She began to
become more physical with me in the ways of
roughhousing, wrestling and tickling. Amber, being six
years older than myself, also had me beat in size. I've
never been much of an athletic sort and being rather
short (even for my age) I was easily overpowered by her.
One thing that has consistently daunted me throughout my
life is reoccurring spells of claustrophobia. It
wouldn't always strike, but on occasions it would hit me
hard and I would react in a very panicky manner.
One year, on Halloween night, I was to spend the night
at Amber's house while my parents went to parties. She
took me trick or treating; we carved pumpkins and
finally settled down to watch horror movies ... the
normal holiday fare. Amber was nursing a bottle of wine
throughout the evening and became more intoxicated as
the night wore on. She became more boisterous ...
laughing louder and making comments as we watched the
movies. I was having just as much fun so I didn't really
The movie Halloween was nearing its conclusion.
Following the scene in which Michael Myers, wearing a
sheet and a pair of glasses from his last victim ...
pretends to be his next victim’s boyfriend, Amber
excused herself to use the bathroom. After a few minutes
I noticed a white blur of movement in my peripheral
vision. I glanced over in fright to see a ghostly
apparition barring down on me. Of course it was only
Amber clothed in a sheet, but the effect in the darkened
living room, lit only by the bluish light of the
television, nearly sent me into a fit. After the initial
shock I of course realized it was her ... mostly because
I noticed the lit scent of her perfume as she hovered
over me moaning and wailing.
I punched her in the knee, good-naturedly of course, she
laughed and called me a 'brat' ... and that is when
everything began to go wrong. My dreams usually start at
She yanked the sheet off of her head and slapped it over
me like a huntress using a net to capture her prey.
Before I could move, she had her arms and legs wrapped
around me, and the sheet tightly stretched across the
length of my body. I literally couldn't move an inch. At
first it was OK ... then she started tickling me. Before
I knew it I was in a blind panic! Her legs kept my arms
imprisoned to my sides and her fingers roamed my prone
body finding every ticklish, vulnerable spot. I did my
best to buck her off, but the full weight of her body
was upon me. I began to hyperventilate and was able to
take one gasping breath and let out a shriek ... "GET
OFF ME YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!"
As if it had never happened the tickling had stopped and
she leapt up and ripped the sheet off of me. She stood
above me scowling down. An important side note is that
my mother was death on swearing. I men DEATH! If I so
much as ever breathed the word “shit” or “damn” ... it
was off to the basement with my father and his razor
belt. I even got punished once for saying “darn”. The
image of Amber telling my folks I called her a “fucking
bitch”, when they came to pick me up in the morning,
sent me into a panic once more.
I was still recovering from the hyperventilating and
only able to wheeze out ... "Don't tell...don't tell ...
She began to smirk at me and told me to stand up. I of
course complied. She walked me into the bathroom. She
sat me on the toilet and began to run a wash cloth under
the faucet. She kneeled down in front of me and began to
wipe my face with the hot cloth. I closed my eyes and
was soon soothed and able to breathe freely.
After she stopped she took me by the hand, led me into
the kitchen and sat me at the table there. She busied
herself by opening another bottle of wine as I sat in
silence ... head hung low. At this point I heard the
sound of Mrs. Kurwitz's car pulling up the gravel drive.
"Come on." Amber said and walked back into the living
room. I sat on the floor next to the coffee table and
she opened the door for her Mom.
In came Mrs. Kurwitz dressed in a French maid outfit
showing ample cleavage and a lot of leg. Any kind of
half-nakedness at the time made me extremely
uncomfortable so I glued my eyes to the TV. Amber's Mom
said her greetings and hurried into her bedroom to get
out of her costume. She returned 10 minutes later
wearing a pair of cut off sweats, a Rolling Stones
mid-rift T-shirt and a pair of house slippers. She put
her feet up on the coffee table and let out a long sigh.
She then began to talk with Amber about her night of
dancing and carousing with her friends from work. While
she spoke she rubbed her slipper covered feet together
... at points slipping one foot out to rub along her
ankle before reinserting it. And let me tell you ... her
feet stunk. I mean bad! It was almost like vinegar in
its potency ... and it was all around me in a cloud of
I believe I wrinkled my nose ... I'm not sure ... but I
did move away from her feet giving them a leery sideways
glance as I did so.
Amber saw this and made an issue. "Kevin, are you
insinuating that my Mother's feet smell bad?"
"Oh ... I'm sorry Kevin, sweetie," Mrs. Kurwitz giggled.
"They must smell awful! I didn't even think about it."
She then put her feet on the floor.
"You didn't answer my question, Kevin!" Amber said
"They’re kinda smelly," I said in a low tone.
Amber gasped in what seemed to me like mock indignation.
"That's really rude!"
"It’s OK, Amee," Mrs. Kurwitz said.
"No, Mom, he's been up to nothing but trouble tonight
... isn't that right Kevin?"
I once again hung my head.
"He called me a b-i-t-c-h when I was only trying to play
around ... right Kevin?"
Mrs. Kurwitz gasped and looked at me in a half
questioning half stern manner ... a look I think only
Mothers have perfected.
"I was deciding whether or not to tell his folks or just
think of a punishment myself."
"Well, I would suppose that any disciplinary matters
should be handled by his parents and not us, Amee."
"Don't tell my Mom!" I whined.
"So what'll it be, Kev? "
"Just don't tell my parents ... please!"
"You have to learn some manners, Kevin. That's quite
obvious. You can't call woman bitches and it’s very
impolite to tell people they smell ... especially when
you are a guest in their home.
"Come here and sit between us," She patted the couch. I
hesitantly got up, not knowing what to expect and
approached the spot she had indicated. I sat between
them and immediately felt like a spectacle ... both
woman seemed to tower over me ... their heaving breasts
were just at eye level and they were both staring
intently at me.
Now that I was away from Mrs. Kurwitz's feet I noticed
another smell on her. She had obviously been drinking
more than Amber had. I recognized the smell of whisky
... just like my father would smell in the evenings.
"Now Kevin ... this is taking a bit of thought. I don't
believe in violence so I won't spank you."
A knot of stress seemed to slip away with that comment.
"I can't ground you or take away privileges other than
when I baby-sit you which is too sporadic for it to
count. All I can't think of is making you do something
"He could clean your room," Mrs., Kurwitz chimed in
good-naturedly, "I can't think of a more unpleasant or
arduous task." She giggled.
"I have another idea, Mom."
With that, Amber leaned forward and snatched the slipper
off her Mother's left foot. She held it up so I could
"Since you were so rude to my Mother about her feet ...
I want you to smell her slipper."
I couldn't believe what she was asking. I was so
embarrassed! I looked to Mrs. Kurwitz thinking this all
had to be a big joke. She returned my look with mild
shock and slight curiosity.
"Well?" She said ... as the corners of her mouth
twitched as she attempted not to grin.
I looked back at Amber and then at the slipper.
"Do what I tell you and your folks will never have to
She raised the slipper up and slowly placed it on my
face. With the heel part at my chin, my nose and mouth
fit perfectly, completely burying the lower half of my
face inside the hot confines. I attempted not to breath
for a second or two.
"All right Kevin. Start sniffing. I need to hear you."
I took a big sniff and nearly gagged. It was worse than
I could have imagined! This woman had the strongest
smelling feet ever! I tried to instinctively jerk my
head away, but Amber pressed the slipper more firmly
over my face ... pressing my nose into the toe section
of the stinky thing.
Now Mrs. Kurwitz was openly laughing and covering her
"Oh Amee ... that's horrible! It’s so cruel! Let the
poor little guy alone!"
Even though she said it ... it didn't sound to me like
she meant it. It seemed that she was getting some kind
of perverse pleasure out of her daughter forcing me to
suffer her horrendous foot odor! My watering eyes rolled
in her direction to see that my assumption wasn't far
from the truth. She was seductively biting on her pinkie
nail and licking her upper lip as she watched. I watched
as her finger trailed down to her breast and I could see
that both nipples were fully erect and poking out like
beacons from her Stones T-shirt. She unconsciously
flicked one of them with her wondering hand. My eyes
followed her hand as it continued to roam down until it
nested in her crotch.
My eyes snapped back to Amber as she changed position on
the couch, leaning more towards me. Her free hand now
rested on my crotch. She began to chant a single word
into my ear. At first I thought it was my imagination,
but I soon realized to my horror that with each "SNIFF"
that she chanted ... she applied pressure on my penis
with her fingers. And against my will, my little twelve
year old cock began to harden, despite Mrs. Kurwitz's
foul foot stench that was at present having its way with
After what seemed like an eternity she removed the
slipper. As she pulled it away from my face, I could she
dark sweat marks in the shape of a foot arch and toes on
the innersole of the slipper. An unconscious shiver ran
through my body at the site of it and the lingering
aroma still residing in my nostrils.
"Time for the real thing, maybe?" Mrs. Kurwitz said to
I groaned as she lifted her foot and wiggled her toes.
Her foot was so immense. It was easily the size of my
whole head. I then understood why my face fit so well
into the opening of her stink-slippers. Before I knew
what was happening, Amber was pulling me onto my back.
She placed the back of my head against her crotch, and
hooked both legs over my shoulders restraining my arms.
I glanced up into her smiling face and back at Mrs.
Kurwitz just in time to see her gigantic feet descending
towards my face.
A second later I was in the dark beneath the soles of
both feet. Again I held my breath for as long as I
could. I began to see swimming spots in the darkness
behind my closed eyelids. My head began to feel light
and dizzy ... and without meaning to, I took a huge gasp
of breath through both nose and mouth. BANG! It was like
an explosion! I’d filled my lungs to capacity with the
strongest ordure known to mankind! Mrs. Kurwitz’s
monstrous feet! I heard them both began to coo and laugh
... though it seemed at a great distance.
Those feet began to rub themselves back and forth on my
face. Then the heels pressed down on my mouth ...
sealing it. My nose was then pressed against the stinky
soles. My nostrils flared with each sniff of burning
torture! My entire body began to spasm and then it
relaxed. Her feet had won! I was beaten! I couldn't
move. All I could do was lay there and smell her stinky,
moist feet ... let them and their stink have their way
with my nose.
My brain began to sort the smells while I lay in the
forced darkness. There was a touch of musty leather from
her high heels ... an intensified foot stink from being
trapped in her stockings all night. Just a touch of
perfume ... and then the mule kick of her own personal,
beyond reason foot reek! I could also smell the
slightest scent of the stink-slippers which seemed to
have their own specific stench. As I laid there
helplessly smelling ... I began to think of those
slippers as a place for her feet to ferment at the end
of a day. Her feet would sit there in the dark, moist,
stinky confines and grow more smelly and more smelly!
Then even more horror! I felt cool air on my penis and
balls as my pants were unzipped and my cock taken in
hand. I'm unsure who it was ... though I'm almost
positive it was Mrs. Kurwitz ... but the hand began to
manipulate my penis into an erect little pole. Their
giggling lessened and was replaced by deep breathing and
almost inaudible moans. I then felt Amber's toes and
soles on my throbbing little penis. I wasn't even aware
she had removed her shoes, but it was an unmistakable
feeling of my little cock being forced to fuck her toe
I then heard Mrs. Kurwitz speak:
"You were the one he called a bitch, Amee. So how 'bout
The feet were then removed from my face and I gasped in
gouts of fresh air. My eyelids felt almost glued shut
with Mrs. Kurwitz's foot sweat and toe jam. My head was
jostled as Amber got up. I then opened my eyes to see
them switching places. I tried to get up, but in my
weakened state I only managed to lift my head and fall
back again. Mrs. Kurwitz was far less gentle than Amber
as she jammed my head into her crotch. I could feel the
dampness and heat on my neck from her pussy. She too
locked her legs over my arms and her feet dallied on the
head of my cock. Once again I saw a pair of feet lower
onto my face as the giggling started anew.
In the brief moments before Amber's feet touched down,
time seemed to stretch out. I had now idea how her feet
were going to smell. Would they be as bad as her
Mother's? I couldn't image more than one human being on
this earth having feet as stinky as those of Mrs.
Kurwitz! But, what can I say ... like Mother, like
daughter. They were two of a kind! Though, instead of a
vinegary stench ... it was a pungent, acrid, Soy Sauce
type stink. Her feet were much smaller though they still
covered the essentials ... being my nose and mouth.
Mrs. Kurwitz seemed to be writhing as if she couldn't
get comfortable. Then it dawned on me that she was
rubbing her privates on the back of my head and neck. I
was completely humiliated! To make matters worse, she
soon began to knead the flesh of my penis with her toes.
I then heard Amber speak in a breathy voice.
"Ohh, Mommy ... your feet are sooo stinky."
As Amber's feet moved across my face I then caught a
glimpse of her. She was doubled forward, grasping her
own Mother's foot with her nose buried between those
stinking toes sniffing away lustfully! Her own Mother!
She was willfully sniffing the smelliest, stinkiest feet
I could image! Either Mrs. Kurwitz wasn't aware or was
too aroused to care ... but she continued to grind
herself on my head.
Around this time, Mrs. Kurwitz gasped and her hips began
to buck violently against the back of my head. This
caused my face to be more forcefully smothered into the
sweaty flesh of Amber's stinky soles. Thank goodness the
bottoms of her feet were extremely smooth and callous
free, albeit reeking … else wise I probably would have
suffered facial abrasions. I was unaware of what was
occurring at the time, but I know now that Mrs. Kurwitz
was in the midst of an orgasm! Her gyrations subsided as
did the kneading of her toes on my still erect penis.
Mrs. Kurwitz then cleared her throat in an uncomfortable
"Excuse me, sweetie," she said and climbed out from
underneath my head.
She exchanged a sheepish look with her daughter and
announced that she had to work in the morning and should
get some sleep. Much to my confusion I had a vague
feeling of disappointment. Don't get me wrong, both of
their feet were the most torturous hell that I've
experienced to this day. But something deep down inside
of me was aroused by the whole situation ... even being
forced to smell their hideously smelly feet,
My eyes followed Mrs. Kurwitz as she left the room. Then
I felt a hand begin to fondle my cock and balls. I
looked back at Amber and noticed that not only had she
removed her shoes and socks, but her shorts and
underwear as well. She was busily playing with herself
as she touched me. This unexpected sight was so
shockingly erotic that I was intimidated and couldn't
move or say a word.
"Punishment isn't over with yet, Kevin."
She then began to climb on top of me. I was terrified
near to tears. I'd never seen a nude woman before ...
and certainly not a woman's genitals ... and now a very
wet looking vagina was descending upon my face. In an
instant it was darkness again. My nose and mouth were
once again smothered ... this time inside of Amber's
box. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands and
began to grind on my face. She paid close attention to
smashing her clit against my nose and brow.
She then turned around and yet another horror presented
itself. With both hands she reached back and spread both
of her ass checks. I had a clear view of her light-brown
anus. She began to sit and I watched in horror as her
puckered asshole neared my face. I could see the muscles
working ... it tightened and relaxed as it came closer
and closer. The smell was light at first but became more
pungent as it neared. And then my nose was inside!
She wiggled her hips, grinding my nose deeper and deeper
still. Then, she leaned forward, which forced my mouth
to press harder onto her vaginal lips leaving a space of
maybe three centimeters between my nose and her asshole.
This blocked my passage of air through my mouth and left
only my nose from which to gain oxygen. Of course the
air I breathed was mingled with the aroma of Amber's
asshole. She once again began to tighten and relax her
anus as I was forced to smell the bittersweet scent.
I imagined what the scene must look like, her on top of
me ... my penis jutting up ... me smelling her ass ...
and I again found myself assaulted by a flurry of
conflicting emotions. I felt ashamed and humiliated but
more turned on than I'd ever felt. Deep down I wished
that Mrs. Kurwitz would return and force me to smell her
asshole. I wanted to feel the warmth of her vagina
again. I could tell I was close to cumming. All these
images swirled in my head and then Amber's mouth closed
around my penis. She sucked hard, encircling the base of
my little prick with her full, wet lips. My hips
involuntarily thrust forward.
"Not so fast little man..." she cooed.
She climbed off of my face and stood up. I now felt very
small and naked. My little penis bounced to the beat of
my heart and looked very insignificant. I once again
felt deeply ashamed. How could I have thought all of
"Come on ... time for bed, Kevin."
And with that, she grabbed her garments and walked down
the hall to her room. I slowly got up in a daze and
pulled up my pants. I hovered in her doorway as she
turned down her bed. She was still naked from the waist
down and I couldn't help but stare.
"Come in and shut the door."
This I did.
"Tonight I think you'll share my bed. I don't feel like
making up the cot ... it's too late."
She then removed her top and bra. I had a brief glimpse
of her breasts before she bounded into bed and under the
"Well, come on ... off with those clothes. You're not
going to wear shoes in my bed."
I complied ... once again feeling humiliated. She of
course watched me undress and asked were my erection had
gotten off to. I climbed into her bed and felt very
small lying next to her. Our naked hips touched and she
felt so warm and soft. I could feel her gaze on my face
and I began to blush furiously. I could smell something
vaguely unpleasant but it was too faint to tell what it
was or from whence it came.
There wasn't much time to contemplate the mystery odor
... before I could move, Amber had climbed on top of me.
My limp penis pressed against her vagina. It felt hotter
than I would have imagined ... almost fevered. My vision
was obscured by her breasts and I couldn't see her face
as she spoke to me. Once again I was left felling almost
"Come on ... get hard for Mommy."
The use of the word Mommy shocked me and made me very
uncomfortable, yet my penis responded instantly and
began to grow. She was so wet that as my erection grew
... I effortlessly slipped inside the hot, wet folds of
her pussy without either of us having to move. I now had
the realization that I was no longer a virgin. Then I
wondered what constituted losing one's virginity. Was it
only the fact of initial penetration or did climax need
to be reached? Then she began to fuck me and I lost all
trains or thought.
Even though my mind was lost to the moment ... I could
still sense that phantom smell. My face was pressed
between Amber's heaving breasts. My nose picked out her
perfume, sweat and a light body odor coming from her arm
pits ... but underlying all was the faint stink. I guess
she heard me sniffing and began to giggle.
"We got you trained ... you can smell them can't you?
That eager to have them back, huh?"
She then reached underneath the pillow behind my head. I
turned to look and saw her pulling out one of Mrs.
"No ... " I moaned.
I tried to thrash about and get out from underneath her,
but Amber only ooed and ahhhed. It seemed that my
frenzied movement felt good. Once again my vision was
obscured between her breasts, but I could hear her
sniffing loudly above me. I craned my neck back and
looked up to her face. Her nose was buried in the
slipper and she was sniffing and moaning.
She then looked down to see me and smiled. She pulled
out the other slipper concealed beneath the pillows and
stuffed it between her breasts. She leaned forward
forcing my nose and mouth once again into the dark,
stinking confines of those hideous stink-slippers. I
suddenly felt the fool for actually believing earlier
that the situation had been arousing. Once again faced
with this inhuman odor I was stupefied into submission.
Amber continued to ride me. As she sniffed her Mother's
slipper in ecstasy, I was forced to suffer the other.
This entire event only last maybe five minutes ... but
as soon as I was sniffing the aroma of that slipper
again, time seemed to stretch out. Wave upon wave of
foot stench invaded and assaulted my nostrils. Mrs.
Kurwitz’s stinky foot smell had its way with my nose as
her daughter had her way with my body. And then it
happened. I could feel all of my muscles tensing and my
little cock quivering. Then I was shooting gouts of
semen into Amber's pussy. She continued to ride me as
she herself began to cum. Her orgasm lasted longer than
mine and my oversensitive member was forced to continue
to pleasure her.
Finally she finished and rolled off. I lay there gasping
air as she giggled to herself next to me. As I began to
"No, you don't. Your head goes down there."
She flipped my body around until my head was at the foot
of the bed under the covers. Her smelly soles and toes
once again found my nose. She then cupped my face with
her stinky feet.
"Now we can get some sleep," she said.