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   MRWADE45.STY                                      BY MASTER WADE



                              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.