THE FIRST FOOT YEARS
                             by ff
                                
     Even as a little girl I remember liking the feel of my bare feet
against people's skin. 
There were a few incidents.  But it was definitely as a teenager that
the connection between my
feet and sexual dominance broke through.  That incident I remember
clearly.  An analyst friend
of mine told me my story sounded like a classic unresolved trauma, some
negative stuff I needed
to work through.  As I lay him on the ground and stood barefoot on his
chest, I explained to him
that negative, positive, or neutral stuff in my past didn't matter now.
 I was happy the way things
have turned out and accept myself pretty well.  He groaned his
agreement when I walked down
to his crotch and posed for him.
     Bobby was on the Junior Varsity football team.  Dark and stocky,
he had just enough curl
in that black hair of his to turn the head of all the cheerleaders.  I
was on what they called the
"yell team", not a full-blown cheerleader, just another freshman
wannabe.  But Bobby that
special Fall had just broken up with his girlfriend, and he was
"shopping around."
     He dated thirteen girls in five weeks.  Most of them, well, there
was a certain amount of
bragging that went on in the girls' locker room.  Soon, the girls were
calling him "The Virgin-
Breaker."  Through some miracle, I became girl number fourteen.
     He took me to a drive-in movie on our first date.  About twenty
minutes into the movie,
he made his move.  It was so daring, I thought, right in the middle of
a crowded drive-in.  He
reached over   and down   and grabbed my foot!  It was so weird and got
me so excited.  
     Slowly, he took my left foot and removed my shoe.  He took forever
as he sensuously
peeled the sock off.  Bobby grinned as he ran his index finger up the
middle of my sweaty sole. 
My toes curled reflexively.  Then he lifted the foot to his face. 
     I loved the feel of his tongue sliding down my bare sole.   The
more I tried to suppress a
shudder from the tickle-reflex, the more the ecstasy built inside me,
until I came like an
earthquake just as he was nibbing on my little toe.  
     Unbelievably, he did the whole thing again with my right foot! 
Only slower!  God, I still
quiver with the memory!  That was his warm up.  We left the movie
before it ended, winding up
in the wooded hills of our local "make-out alley."  That's when he took
me.  I gave him my
virginity without a second's hesitation.
     When it was time to leave, however, he refused to give me my
underwear back.  He said
he wanted to keep it forever, to always have a part of me.  I felt
kinky and romantic all at once. 
It was nice thinking that he'd have an intimate piece of me like that.
     Well, I was just another one night for him.  He went out with
Janice, the senior
cheerleader, after that.  They became steady.
     That's when the trouble began. Janice was a jealous bitch.  She
made Bobby do
something as a "tribute" to her love.  What he did was bring to school
all the panties he had
collected and auctioned them off in the gym.  The panties had name tags
on them.
     I learned about it when the little pecker John Dewey came up to me
displaying my own
underwear, boasting how he'd only paid fifteen bucks for them!
     The football team played a big game that evening.  And after the
big game there was a
big party at Janice's house.  Her parents were conveniently away.  Lots
of booze in unmarked
bottles. I didn't drink any.  Instead, I waited for Bobby, love of my
heart, to leave alone (Janice
had long since passed out on the couch with several Varsity players for
company.  I think bobby
was feeling a bit hurt and betrayed.  It was perfect.)

     Bobby stopped by a fence and struggled comically to unzip his fly
and take a much-
needed piss.  I walked up behind him as he finished and spun him around
by his arm.
     "Hi, Bobby."
     He was so drunk his finders actually tangled in the holes of the
fence.  That gave me an
idea.  I took off my shoes as he watched and then used the laces to tie
him to the fence.  He
giggled as he watched, completely blitzed.  His dick was still hanging
outside his fly.
     Then I stood back, and kicked him as hard as I could in his balls.
     "Ooofff!"  I  remember loving the sound as it came out of him.  I
kicked him severall
more times.  
     "This is for selling my panties, you sorry fuck!"
     "Ooofff!"
     I spread my toes as I kicked, and quickly discovered that this
allowed me to land the ball
of my foot squarely on his hanging sack without hurting my own toes.  I
had done it at least half
a dozen times before realizing Bobby was crying something to me:
     "Please. . ., please . . ., I'm sorry, . . . don't Fendra, I beg
you . . ."
     The words electrified me.  I felt tingly all over.  There was a
very comfortable warmth
inside my crotch.  The sight of Bobby blubbering under me was the first
super-erotic moment of
my life.  It was delicious.
     "You want me to stop?"
     "Yes, please!" he begged.
     "All right."  
     He relaxed, then I kicked him again, laughing this time.
     The knot of my shoelace had finally come loose during the beating
and his right arm now
hung down to the wet ground.  I walked up and undid the other lace and
Bobby dropped to the
mud. It was easy to flip him over in his condition.
     "Now," I said, planting my butt down firmly on his stomach.  "It's
time you ate some shit
like you made me do.  Only I'm going to make you do it more for real."
     I placed my filthy foot on his face, working my heel into his
mouth.
     "Lick it clean."
     When he didn't react fast enough I bounced up an down on his
stomach, landing down
closer to his crotch with every bounce.  He got the message.  His
tongue came out and I got my
first foot wash.  It was heaven.  I made him clean between my toes   I
still shiver at the memory
of the sensation.  He did both my feet thoroughly.  Even, hungrily. 
Bobby was a totally
committed slave right then.
     I dried the saliva by rubbing my feet all over his face.  And then
I got a really wicked
thought.  I pivoted my self around his stomach, bobby's groans guiding
me all the way, and
scooted back so I ended up sitting pretty much on his neck with my back
to his face.  Down by
my feet I could see the bulge in his shorts were his swollen balls were
recuperating. They were
button fly jeans.
     I wedged my feet down the middle of his partially open fly and
spread them to the side. 
The last buttons popped open one by one.  The outline of Bobby's dick
and balls lay down at my
feet.
     "One more thing before I leave you, Bobby."
     I rubbed my soles back and forth along his shaft.  Then I dug my
toes down into his
underwear and rubbed some more.  I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed,
laughing and giggling 
in time to Bobby's moans  until I felt something warm and gooey between
my arches.  I rubbed
furiously a few more times then, and was treated to a large white
puddle that formed on his
abdomen.  I bent forward and buttoned his pants back up, patting them
down firmly on the wet
part.  It made a wonderful stain that everybody would be able to see.
     "See ya around, Bobby,' I said at last.  Standing up, I walked a
couple times on his balls
for good measure.  Then laughed as I went to get my shoes and go home.
     Bobby tried several times to get me to go out with him after that.
 But I turned him down.
I no longer felt the same thing for him.  And better still, I had found
all new sensations in me
that could give me the same kind of heart tingle that other girls were
experiencing with their
crushes.  New and better.  From now on, my kind of Crush would be
accompanied by helpless
groans.
     I loved what I did to Bobby that day.  Before long, I began
looking for new victims.
It was easy.