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                              Legs, Legs, Legs!
   
   
   
        I'm  proud  to say that Monica is the most accomplished leg slut I 
   know.   I'm  proud  of  that because she's my wife-slave-slut, but also 
   because  I  taught  her  most  of  the  techniques that she now uses so 
   wonderfully  to  tease men and women and make their cocks rock hard and 
   their pussies drip with juice.
        If  you've  read  any  of my stories, I'm sure you're aware that I 
   love  long  nipples  and  nice  tight asses.  But nothing quite gets me 
   going  like  a  pretty  pair  of  legs and a woman who knows how to use 
   them.   Using  them correctly isn't as easy as one might think.  I know 
   lots  of  women  with  nice  legs,  but many of them have alot to learn 
   about how to really use what they have.
        One  girl I knew who taught me most of what I know about how women 
   can  use  their  legs  to  their advantage was a gal named Cindy that I 
   grew  up with.  She was cute as a button when she was a young girl, and 
   that  cuteness  later  matured into great beauty as she got older.  She 
   was  a  lovely  woman  inside  and out, but it was the way she used her 
   legs through the years that is the focus of this story.
        Believe  it  or not, it was in Sunday School that I first began to 
   be  enchanted  by  Cindy's  legs.  We were in a class together when she 
   was  fourteen  and I was twelve.  She'd begun to wear stockings by that 
   age  and in those days most mother's made their daughter's wear dresses 
   to  church  every  Sunday.  This was in the pre-pantyhose days when the 
   "good"  girls  wore  girdles whether they needed them or not, simply to 
   avoid  having  to  wear the sexier garter belts.  Nothing was much more 
   frustrating  than trying to make it with a girl who didn't want to give 
   up  her  girdle,  let me tell you.  I spent far too many nights rubbing 
   hot  pussies through the stiff covering of a long legged girdle to suit 
   me.
        Cindy  was  a good girl too.  But luckily for me her mother wasn't 
   about  to  make  her  wear  a girdle.  Let's face it, the girl was tall  
   and  slim,  and  it  just  didn't  make sense to make her wear some old 
   girdle.   It  would  be  another 20 years or more before she'd have any 
   need for anything like that.
        Maybe  it came naturally to her, I dont' know, but Cindy moved her 
   legs  in ways that other women never even dreamed of moving them.  They 
   were  long  and  extremely  shapely,  and to watch her cross them was a 
   thing  of  beauty,  even when she was fourteen.  She would move them so 
   fluidly  and if you listened hard you could hear the swish of the nylon 
   as the upper leg moved slowly and sensuously against the lower one.
        She  would  cross  them, and then turning her foot to the side and 
   tucking  it  over  to  the  left, she would place her other foot behind 
   that  one,  crossing  her ankles as well as her knees.  Invariably when 
   she  did that her dress would stand out a bit at the sides, and sitting 
   across  the  room from her I could almost always steal a glimpse of her 
   garters and the tops of her stockings.
        The  thing  about  Cindy  was that she knew I was watching her and 
   she  knew  I  was  seeing  up  her  dress and she knew I was loving her 
   beautiful  legs,  and  she  would  just  simply  smile and continue her 
   show.   I wish I had a dime for every time I masturbated thinking about 
   her legs and the sexy show's she put on for me on Sunday mornings.
        By  the  time  I  got  to high school, Cindy was going steady with 
   another  guy.   We  were always friends, but in those days going steady 
   was  the  rule  and  if you weren't the first guy to get hooked up with 
   someone  you were just out of luck.  Still, there was never any secrets 
   between  Cindy  and  I  about my desire for her, or for her interest in 
   keeping  that  desire  strong.   I'd  walk  by  her  in  the  congested 
   corridors  of  the school and let the back of my hand brush against her 
   thigh  so  that  I  could feel her garter through her dress.  She would 
   simply  pause,  letting  me  feel as long as I dared and then smile and 
   walk  on,  helping  me  cover up our little teasing routine by dropping 
   her books to cover my hand as I touched her.
        We  lost  touch  after her graduation from high school as she went 
   to  college.   I'd  see  her occasionally at church when she would come 
   home  to  see  her parents, and if I was lucky I'd get another leg show 
   from  time  to  time.   But  those  opportunities  became more and more 
   scarce as I went to college myself.
        It  was  after  my  graduation  from  college  and my return to my 
   father's  grocery business that I was once again able to see Cindy from 
   time  to  time.   She  had  married  her high school sweetheart by this 
   time,  and  I  had  married  mine  as  well.   But  she shopped for her 
   groceries  in  our store, and I made sure that I always was the one who 
   carried  her  groceries  to  the car for her.  I wasn't about to miss a 
   chance to see her swing those long legs into the car.
        The  view  got  even  better with the advent of the mini-skirt and 
   the  invention  of pantyhose.  No one has ever looked better in a mini-
   skirt  than  Cindy  did.  She was twenty five years old at the time and 
   in  the  prime  of her life as far as her body was concerned.  Her legs 
   had  never  looked better, nor had the rest of her body.  When she came 
   in  the  store  with  a mini-skirt on she was the focus of attention of 
   every man in the store.
        We  continued to play our little teasing game, of course, and when 
   I  would  take  her groceries out I'd always be sure to put them in the 
   back  seat  on  the  driver's side so I could hold the door for her and 
   watch  her  get  in.   I  made no secret of my admiration for her legs, 
   commenting  to  her on how beautiful they were and how much I loved her 
   in  the short skirts that were the rage of the day.  She ate it all up, 
   and  was  always  very  free  in the way she swung her legs and let her 
   skirt ride even further up when she got in the car.
        I  eventually  grew bolder and bolder with Cindy as our flirtation 
   continued,  and  before  long  I  was sliding her dress up with my hand 
   even  further  after  she had entered the car, so that I could see even 
   more  leg.  She always scolded me and pulled it back down, but not once 
   did  she  ever try to stop me until I had slid it up as high as I dared 
   and had a good look at her.
        She  had  a small child, a daughter, and before long was expecting 
   her  second  child.   It was difficult for her to handle getting out as 
   often  as she liked with the first child so little, and of course I was 
   eager  to help her in any way I could.  One day she called and asked if 
   I  would mind bringing her a box of pampers on my way home to lunch.  I 
   didn't  mind at all, of course, and I eagerly awaited the arrival of my 
   lunch hour that day.
        When  I  got to her house and rang the doorbell, she greeted me in 
   lovely  blue dress that did little to cover the long and beautiful legs 
   that flowed from her hips to the floor.
        "Oh,  thanks!",  she  said warmly with a big sexy smile.  "Come on 
   in...you  don't  know  how much I appreciate your bringing these by for 
   me.   I've  just  now  gotten  the  little  one asleep.  Sit down for a 
   minute, if you have time."
        I  sat  in  a  chair  in  the  living room, watching as she poured 
   herself  onto  the  couch  across  from  me,  crossing her legs in that 
   wonderfully  familiar  way.  When she had crossed them her hand fell to 
   her  lap  which  unobtrusively  resulted in her hem being raised a good 
   four or five inches more.
        She  began  to  talk  to me about the trials of motherhood, and as 
   she  spoke  her  hands  began  caressing  those  long  legs  which were 
   mezmerizing me as she talked.  I was nearly in a trance.
        "You  really  do like my legs, don't you?", she said with a smile, 
   awaking me from my reverie.
        A  bit  embarassed  to  be caught staring so intently, I laughed a 
   nervous  little  laugh  and  replied,  "You know I do.  I've never seen 
   anyone  with more beautiful legs than you have.  They've excited me for 
   at least ten years now."
        "Come here", she said, patting the couch beside her.
        I  walked  across the room, feeling my cock growing hard inside my 
   pants.   Much  more  and  it would be obvious how excited her legs made 
   me.   I  sat  next  to  her on the couch and felt Cindy take my hand in 
   hers and place in on her thigh, a good six inches above her knee.
        "I'm  glad  you  like  my  legs so much.  I love for men to admire 
   them, and I love to show them off.  Do you like the way they feel?"
        My  cock  was  now  straining at the front of my pants.  I'd never 
   been  harder  or hotter in my life.  "Oh, Gawd, Cindy.  I've dreamed of 
   touching  them, more times than I can tell you.  They feel wonderful!", 
   I said, breathlessly.
        Cindy  removed  her hand from mine and taking the hem of her dress 
   in  her  hands  began to slide it upward until she had raised it nearly 
   to her waist.
        "Touch  them all you like.  Touch them anyway you like", she said, 
   her  own  breathing   now  affected  by  the passion she was feeling as 
   well.
        I  slid  my  hand  up  her  thigh,  all  the  way  to her panties, 
   caressing  her  soft  skin  and sliding my hand over the sides to touch 
   every  inch of them.  She watched my hands at first, but soon slid down 
   on  the  couch  to  lay her head back against the back of the couch and 
   uncrossed  her  legs,  letting them fall open slightly.  The blue dress 
   had  now  ridden  up to her waist, exposing her white bikini panties as 
   well  as  every  inch of the legs that had been the object of my desire 
   nearly half my life.
        Sliding  off  the  couch  and  kneeling  in  front of her, I began 
   kissing  her  legs  just above the knees as my hands continued to adore 
   them.   She  let  them fall even further open, until her pantied crotch 
   was  now  fully  exposed to me.  As I kissed her opened thighs I looked 
   at  her panties and watched as they grew stained from the leaking juice 
   that  was  now pouring from her cunt.  What was at first a small circle 
   had  widened  until the damp stain now ran completely across the crotch 
   of  her panties.  My nostrils were filled with the smell of my favorite 
   fantasy girl's sex.
        The  closer  I  got  to  her  crotch  with my kisses the wider she 
   opened  her legs, until finally I began to lick at her cunt through the 
   wet  panties  that  tried  so valiantly to hold in her juice.  Her hips 
   jerked  as  my tongue licked across the silky fabric, stroking her hard 
   clit that pushed against it from the other side.
        Cindy  reached  down  with  one hand and pulled the panties to one 
   side,  exposing  her  now  dripping wet fuck hole to my eager mouth and 
   tongue.   Her  left leg now rose and she placed it on my shoulders, her 
   right  leg  following  suit  as  she  pressed her pussy hard against my 
   mouth.   Her  hands  now  moved to my head and she moaned sexily as she 
   ground her hot pussy against my mouth.
        I  was  in  heaven.   I  loved  the  feel  of  her silky long legs 
   gripping  my  head, and the smell and taste of her wonderful fuck juice 
   as  it  poured out into my mouth.  I could have eaten her for hours and 
   never  have  grown tired.  But in a very short time her orgasm overtook 
   her,  and she began coming against my face, hunching her hips at me and 
   tightening  and  releasing  those  precious legs against the side of my 
   head as she came.
        When  her  legs  had  fallen  away  from  my shoulders I nervously 
   looked  at  my watch.  I had to go...I was going to be too late getting 
   home  for  lunch,  if  I  didn't   hurry.   "I  have  to get...that was 
   marvelous,  Cindy.   I  don't  know how I can thank you enough for what 
   just happened."
        "Don't  go.   Not  yet",  she  said, reaching out for me as I rose 
   from  my kneeling position in front of her.  Keeping her legs open wide 
   and  her  dress  pulled all the way to her waist, Cindy began unzipping 
   my  pants  and  fishing  my  still  rock  hard  cock out of its prison.  
   Leaning  forward  she took it into her mouth and began to feed more and 
   more  of it into her.  Before I knew what was happening she was fucking 
   her  mouth back and forth on it, giving me the best blow job I had ever 
   had.
        As  I  looked  down at her sucking my cock her beautiful long legs 
   were  splayed  to  either  side  of her head, framing the action of her 
   lips  on  my  dick.   I placed my hands on her head, running my fingers 
   through  her  hair and pumping my cum-filled dick into her mouth as she 
   eagerly continued to suck on it.
        In  no  time  at  all I could stand it no longer, and the hot fuck 
   inside  me erupted into her mouth in huge gobs.  She lovingly swallowed 
   it  and when she had milked me dryl, licked her tongue around her lips, 
   eager to get every little drop of my cum.
        She  lay  back  on  the  couch, leaving me to put my now limp dick 
   back  into  my  pants  and  ran her hands along the insides of her soft 
   thighs as she smiled at me.
        "You  can do that again, you know.  Anytime you want.  My legs are 
   yours,  to kiss or touch or see any time and any way you like.  You can 
   pull  my dress up and see them whenever you like, and any time you want 
   to  come  by here and kiss them, just call and let me know.  Thanks for 
   bringing  the  pampers.  I have an idea I'm going to be needing alot of 
   them from now on", she said, smiling.
        She  did need alot of pampers in the days to come.  And I did take 
   advantage  of  her  offer.  Every time was as special as the first.  To 
   this  day  when  I think of legs, I think of Cindy and the way she used 
   hers to drive me crazy all those years.
        It  gave  me great pleasure to teach Monica many of the techniques 
   that  Cindy taught me, and when I watch her cross and uncross them, and 
   pull  her dress up just the right amount to make mouth's water all over 
   the room, I breathe a little thank you to the girl of my youth.
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