I mentioned it in my post last night, and thought it would be unfair to tease you all and not post it. So, here is my story about "Missy".

BEFORE I CONTINUE: This story is much more graphic than my other stories I have posted. I see no need to censor my experiences, but I want to warn the reading public that if stories of a intensely sexual nature disturb you, please do not read this.

AND for the brave who continue (grin), I hope you appreciate that I try and make these life experiences a little more readable than the typical "Ohh- Fuck me with your big studly 12 inch cock. I love it in my young tight virgin ass..." cheese that fills the Internet. Hustler letters never did anything for me but make me ashamed for the male race. I figure that if you (the reader) have the intelligence to use a computer, I don't need to dumb things down for you. I refuse to spell it C-U-M. And, in my young life, I have never used "bad porno dialogue" in any of my sexual encounters. So, why should I add it to a real life story? (And I would love to see opinions about this. Pro or Con.)

With this said, I present:

**MISSY**

In retrospect, I think the band Pursuit of Happiness hit on right on the head in their song "I'm an Adult Now" when they sang "I can't look at young girls anymore, people will think I'm some kind of pervert. Adult sex is either boring or dirty, young people can get away with murder."

It seems that some of my best experiences happened before I was even 23. (I'm 26 and engaged now. I still have my fun, but it is with the same girl. Besides, it somehow seems less 'forbidden').

Missy was a elfin girl, with the perkiest breasts I ever saw. She was quite flighty, and seemed to change her weekly crush between me, a friend of mine, and John Taylor of Duran Duran. She would call me on the phone, and then after saying hello would say nothing. A bit of an airhead, Missy was, but she was soooo cute. (Very Katie Couric-esque...)

She and I had made out on occasion, but nothing severe. And she usually threw herself at me but would set limits as to what we would do. Usually it was just kiss. Besides, for some unknown wonderful reason, I was having more than my share of wild crazy experiences with many girls. (With and without footsex). I dunno, perhaps because I was very much like John Cusack in high school. Girls were just not threatened by me, and I was (and still am) a comedian, so I may not have pulled the jock-watchers, but I fared pretty well. (I still do, but being engaged kinda put an end to anything but voyeuristic experiences.)

Our High School had a fund raising ten mile walk every spring. The walk for our junior year was held on a beautiful Friday. After the walk, I was in the cafeteria - lounge area, and there was Missy. She called me over, and I sat with her while she said very little. She then complained of aching feet from the walk. Ding! I had been dying to see these feet ever since I met her. I had even once been so crazy as to pull of her shoe one day, (acting like it was a joke), but she was wearing little footie socks, so I didn't get to see any toe. But I thought at the time that I saw bright polish underneath. (As much as you may think I am into black nail polish, My downfall lay in bright, bright colors.. Yum.!)

I told Missy she should rub her feet if they hurt. She took of her shoes, and through her socks, began to rub her feet. I offered to do it for her. (Remember, she had a crush on me, so it wasn't that tough to make her happy.) I grabbed her itty pixie feet and was amazed that they were barely bigger than my hand! And what did I see coming through the frayed top of her socks? Yes! Bright, bright red nail polish!

After rubbing her feet for a few minutes, I asked her if she liked it. She said yes, and just laid back and enjoyed it. Our behavior wasn't that odd to others, for there were a few other couples exchanging foot rubs or individuals rubbing their feet after the ten mile walk. I asked Missy if she wanted to go somewhere a little more private. I explained that I didn't mind doing this (rubbing her feet) but I wanted to be alone, and not worry about being kicked out of the lounge in ten minutes when the school day officially ended. She followed me to my friends van. (Yes readers of the "Mary" story, it IS the same van. Why do you think I am still friends with this guy? <grin>)

Joe (owner of the van) was in band and would be at practice for a few hours. I knew he kept the back door unlocked, so we popped inside, and I then locked it. Missy sat on one end, me on the other, and I continued to rub her feet. I started to slowly pull of her socks, and she protested. I told her it was easier to rub her tired feet that way. She agreed and helped me pull them off. Ohh! What perfect little feet. Of all the feet I have been with, I think that these are still the ones I think about when I am in the shower. Small, but not pudgy. Just perfect little tan feet with bright red nail polish on them.

I kept rubbing those perfect feet as Missy told me that it felt good. I knew Missy well enough to know when she was getting horny. She rarely spoke, but when she was getting exited, she spoke a bit more. I asked her how she would pay me back. She jumped out of her seat and started to kiss me. I kissed her back, and I kissed her back HARD. I had an erection that was becoming painful. I knew that I was not going to be happy if we just made out for a while. I knew I needed a release. I started to feel up and down her back and she just grinded into me the whole time. I put my hands up her shirt and undid her bra, fully expecting for her to end it at that. NO! She helped me remove her bra (Yet keeping her baggy t-shirt on. Find me a man who could do that magic trick...) I played with her pert breasts. Her nipples were like pencil erasers. Fat, nubby, and hard. This was getting good! I almost forgot about her sexy feet!

This went on for a while, until I decided it was safe to try for the next stage. I started to inch my hands around her waist. Missy grabbed my hands, and I figured that I was done. But instead she placed them on her crotch. Wow! Missy may have been a quiet girl, but when she wanted something, she wasn't quiet about it. I placed my hands down her silk shorts, past her skimpy underwear, and I discovered the other little fetish I have. - A shaved pussy! I practically ripped her shorts off, and Missy only hesitated a second before helping me. I HAD to ask why she shaved herself. She said it was easier to tan that way. She said that in the spring and summer she shaved it off every few days so that she wouldn't worry about any hair sticking out a bikini. Good enough answer for me! I pulled off her shirt, and there she was in her full naked glory!

So there we were, me fully clothed, her fully naked with her beautiful, pouty, and bare pussy and such perfect little red toes. I asked her if I should get undressed. She didn't say a anything so I started to take off my shoes and pants. When I got to my underwear, I grabbed her hand and asked her to take them off. She pulled them down, and then grabbed my dick. I started running my hand up and down her leg from her pussy to her toes and back again. I then spread her legs and started to eat her. I could feel her legs and feet stroke my back as I did this. I was hoping she would come quick, otherwise I might come into the rug if the van!. She started shaking and moaning, and when it was over she told me that it was the first orgasm she had with anyone else. (She had told me previously that she masturbated about every other day.)

I asked her if she wanted to do the same to me. She put her head down, waited about thirty seconds, and just as I thought that she wasn't going to do it, she started to give me the wettest sloppiest blowjob I had ever had. (Another first I found out later.) I spun her around to 69, but she wasn't the right height. So, I bent her knees and started sucking her toes and fingering her oily pussy while she sucked me. There I was getting a great blowjob (damn good for a first effort), sucking these perfect little toes that were squirming in my mouth and against my face and in my hand, and finger fucking the hottest little pussy. I was ready to come in an instant. I told her I was going to come, and she kept sucking. I started coming ion her mouth, she backed off and kept using her hand on it and I came all over her face. She looked up at me, chest heaving, and I knew that we were NOT done.

I caught my breath, and then laid her on her back. I proceeded to use all my manual tricks to give her as many orgasms as I could until she begged me to stop. I then started fucking her mouth by straddling her head, but after a few minutes I could tell she didn't like it, so I started fucking her tits. And then I had to fuck her!. I slid down and entered her. She just shuddered while I rocked back and forth on her. I leaned back and had her sit on my lap and lifted her petite frame up and down for a while. When it was time to come again, (And no lectures about Birth control or STDs please. I was 17 and ignorant. I would not recommend this without protection)I put her on her back, and pulled a move I had only seen in porno films. I lifted her legs up, and then, adding my own twist, I brought them together right in from of my face and started sucking as many of her ten perfect toes that I could. I came HARD.

When we were getting dressed, Missy did not seem to be her normal quiet (almost nervous) self. she mentioned how much she liked it, etc.. But once she was dressed, she went back to being a bit mousy. We had a few other encounters after that, but NOTHING as exiting as the first time.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go and lie down. Wow. I was there, and it still excites the hell out of me.

Hope you liked it. Let me know- DW