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The Legs
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I'm no goddess or fashion model when it comes to looks. I'm fairly tall
and have large breasts and nice legs, and I somehow have a sexy
appearance that really attracts men.
Ever since my 38C breasts were fully developed, boys would whisper and
smirk about "stacked" girls. They were always dropping pencils to look
up my dress and standing over me to look down my blouse.
It was always an embarrassment to me, until I was in college, and Bill
Chandler, the star quarterback, asked me to be go out with him. For the
first few dates he was terribly aggressive, always trying to get me into
bed, and I was totally cool and literally terrified. A kiss, maybe two,
and that was all. No petting, period. The more he begged, the cooler I
got, and the more he wanted me.
One day, we were studying in his dorm room, and as always, I had just
pushed him away. He was lying on his bed, reading and pouting. I was
at his desk working on algebra. I had my legs crossed, and out of the
corner of my eye I could see Bill staring at my swinging foot.
I don't know why, but something just came over me. Just to see what
would happen, I pretended to keep working, but I reached down and
innocently pulled the hem of my skirt more than halfway up my thigh.
Absently, slowly, I rubbed my leg as if I had an itch. Bill looked
hypnotized. I had on black leather high heels, cut low on both sides,
and Bill barely breathed as I kept swinging my foot and stroking my
exposed thigh.
"Bill?" I asked sweetly.
"What?" he snapped, coming out of the spell that my legs had put him
under.
"What are you staring at?" I asked.
"Nothing," he lied.
"Do you like my legs, Bill?"
"I love your legs, Donna," he said, shifting his position uncomfortably.
"They're awesome."
"You know, Bill, honey," I began. "I might let you touch me a little, if
you'll do one thing for me."
"Like what?" He was interested but suspicious.
"Kiss my shoe," I said.
He looked at me, and I smiled wickedly. I was sure there was no way he
would.
"No way," he said, picking up his book and trying to make believe that
he was reading it.
"Come on, Bill."
He didn't look up.
"Look at me, Bill," I commanded.
He glanced up for just a second and saw me extend my leg straight out,
with my skirt so far up my thigh that it exposed most of my stocking
top. I sat up straight in my chair and arched my back so that my boobs
almost popped the buttons on my blouse.
"All you have to do is kiss my shoe, and you'll be surprised at what
could happen."
Again I smiled devilishly at him, and I kept my leg extended, with the
toe of my high heeled shoe pointed as straight as I could, knowing that
it would make my leg look shapelier.
Bill stood up. I could see a huge erection in his pants, and it made me
feel really good. He moved closer, but still he hesitated. I flexed my
foot, easing my heel out of the shoe. The rapier spiked shoe just hung
there from my toes as I pointed my foot straight out. I knew Bill was
powerless then, and sure enough, he bent over and briefly kissed the toe
of my shoe.
I leisurely pulled my skirt up to my panties, displaying to tops of my
nylon stockings as I recrossed my legs.
"Take a good look, Bill," I said. "If you want more, you'll have to do
better than that."
In an instant, Bill was on his knees. I felt his strong hands sliding
lightly over my filmy nylons, sculpting the curves of my legs. He
tenderly removed my stiletto-heeled shoes and started petting my
stockinged feet. I covered my mouth, afraid I'd scream, as Bill bent
over and began kissing my nylons, working his way from my toes to my
ankles, to my calves.
Bill's lips were caressing my knees, heading for my crotch. I had to
make a decision. Filled with boiling lust, I just pulled my panties
aside and exposed my vagina. Grabbing my tightly stretched garter
straps for support, I raised my knees and wrapped my legs around Bill's
head as he buried his tongue in my drooling cunthole.
His tongue was like a wild, passionate finger searching inside me. I
could feel the tip of it wiping my slippery walls, slithering in and out
of me like a miniature penis. As I shut my mouth tight to keep from
crying out, he started lapping at my clitoris hard, carrying me to an
unbelievable orgasm.
"Lick it, Bill!" I gasped. "That's so good, baby. Oh, my God!"
Squeezing his head between my nylon-covered thighs, I pounded my feet on
his back, helplessly trying to hold back the screams that would have
shaken the quiet dormitory.
When I finally opened my eyes, Bill was sitting on the floor at my feet,
leaning back, bracing himself with both arms. He was so horny I could
see the immense hard-on sticking out at the front of his pants.
Casually, he got up and sat on the bed. I got up to join him and
practically fell over. My knees were like rubber.
When I sat down beside him, he reached over and kissed me vehemently.
The next thing Bill did was to slide his hand inside my dress and cup my
right breast. He moaned a little when he found my soft skin. I was as
nervous as hell, and a little frightened of what was to follow.
Bill slid my dress off my shoulders and exposed my breasts to the cool
room air. Instantly, my nipples became erect and began to tingle. He
lowered his head and began kissing my breasts and sucking on the
nipples. I was so excited, I began to shake. I held on to his head and
pulled him close to me as he kept on licking and sucking on my aching
nipples.
The next thing I felt was one of his hands going up under my skirt. His
talented fingers pulled my panties down and off. I was so excited, I
just sat there and trembled as Bill rubbed my hungry pussy and continued
to gnaw on my nipples.
Then, in a slow, rather gentlemanly sort of way, Bill suggested we get
undressed. I began to undo my dress, but he stopped me. He said we
should get to feel more comfortable with each other by undressing the
other person. I agreed and stood up.
The top of my dress was already pulled down to below my breasts, my
chest heaving with each breath. Bill moved behind me and unzipped my
dress the rest of the way, letting it fall to the floor. My bra was
already around my waist, and he unhooked it and threw it aside.
I was left standing there in my stockings and shoes and nothing else. I
was sure of the effect they'd have on Bill. The nylons were ultra-sheer
and a very sexy suntan color. The shoes had the highest heels of all my
shoes, and were otherwise barely there, dark leather contrasting with
the gossamer nylon.
Bill slid his hands over my strong ass, and down onto my thighs as I
reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. I quickly undressed him,
caressing his fully erect prick with both hands as soon as I could.
I had never sucked a man's penis before that night, but I knew what I
was supposed to do. I went to my knees and began to lick his energetic
shaft. I was surprised that it was at the same time rock-hard and yet
very soft. I opened my mouth wide, and slipped the head between my
lips. I used my tongue to caress the ample head while my hands explored
Bill's dangling balls.
I wanted to do a good job giving head, and I was so turned on, I would
have done anything for Bill. Straining to open my jaws as wide as
possible, I slowly moved down his shaft, trying to take as much of his
organ into my mouth as I could. The head of his cock hit the back of my
throat, causing me to gag. Tears came to my eyes, and I started to
cough.
"You're doing fine, Donna, honey," he reassured me. "Take it all the
way down to the base. Yes! That's the way! Take all of it in your
mouth."
Quickly regaining control, I began to move up and down on Bill's knurled
manhood. I knew I was pleasing him when he began to groan and move, his
hips rocking back and forth, thrusting more of his cock into my mouth
with each stroke. I was loving every minute of it when Bill reached
down and put his hands on either side of my head, lifting my head away
from his rod.
"God, you're so beautiful, Donna," Bill said. "I've got to make love to
you."
"Yes, I want you inside me," I whispered. "Please, Bill! Oohhh, how I
need it, how I need you!"
He gently guided me back to the bed, and positioned the head of his cock
against my dewy cunt lips. With a gentle shove, the head of his organ
entered my tight canal. There was a moment of pain, followed by utter
ecstasy. Ever so slowly, Bill began to slide his rod in and out. At
first, he moved less than and inch with each stroke, but he gradually
increased his movements until he was stabbing the entire length of his
shaft into my grasping canal with each stroke.
"Yessss. I love it. You're so good," I cried. "Don't stop! Don't
ever stop. Make me come. I love it!"
His pace quickened, and before I knew what was happening, I orgasmed
again and was totally lost, as spasms of joy racked my body. As the
glow subsided, I realized that Bill was still fully erect and fucking me
like crazy.
Suddenly, he pulled his prick from my pussy and crept up the bed until
his cock found my mouth. I kissed the dripping purplish head, tasting
my own come on his cock. I licked the sensitive underside of the head,
and when my tongue touched him there, he jerked spasmodically.
I finally slid my mouth and tongue over the head and immersed his cock
as deeply into my mouth as it would go. His hips gave an involuntary
thrust into the hot, wet softness of my mouth.
I had barely begun sucking when he spurted. There was a lot of semen,
and I was shocked by the peculiar taste. Loads of come, hot and thick
and strong, flowed into my mouth. I knew what I wanted to do, and so I
closed my eyes and swallowed, again and again, until his prick became
soft in my mouth.
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