The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy.
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When I was a senior in high school I had a girlfriend named Misty. It was one of those marching band relationships where a really cute color guard girl hooked up with a brass player for the season. Misty was a really sweet person with a great smile. Being a senior, she was in her fourth year of color guard and quite good with a flag. Her beautiful straight brunette hair always fell luxuriously about her shoulders and her shapely legs were wonderfully toned as well as very flexible.
Misty was also a very popular girl at school, especially in her guard uniform. The outfit was a one-piece, black sequin dance costume with silver sequin trim and solid black guard shoes. The attached skirt was about the same length as what the cheerleaders wore, but as Misty was the tallest girl in the color guard, her skirt tended to appear just a little bit shorter than everyone else's.
Misty also had the tendency to attract attention while stretching out before a performance. On many occasions guys would secretly watch Misty as she stretched her legs by placing them one at a time on the rail of a nearby fence, or slowly falling into a split on the track (she was the only flag girl who could do a full split). Little did she know she was giving every guy in the stands a hard on.
Or did she know?
I had always wanted to find out if Misty's "sweet girl" personality was genuine or just an act. Maybe she got off on "innocently" teasing every guy in the school. Or maybe she actually wanted to do something wild but wouldn't admit it to herself. Either way, I wanted to find out how to get Misty really turned on, and then see how far she would go once I got her motor running.
One Friday evening, about an hour before the band was to meet for a football game, I arranged to meet Misty in the high school courtyard to take some pictures of her. It was a great place to do photographs because there were lovely trees and flowerbeds there and it was far enough away from the stadium that I knew no one would be around.
Misty perched herself on a low brick wall surrounding a flowerbed wearing her color guard warm-up suit over her guard uniform. She flashed her sweet smile at my camera while I took several pictures of her in cute poses. After a few minutes I lowered my camera.
"Okay, Misty, take your clothes off," I said.
Misty raised her eyebrows and put her hands on her hips.
"I meant your warm-up suit," I corrected myself.
Misty smiled and unzipped her jacket revealing the top part of her form-fitting guard uniform which hugged her breasts so well. Then she hopped off the wall and slid her pants down, revealing her skirt and those incredible legs of hers. Tossing her warm-up suit aside, Misty hopped back on the wall and posed for several more pictures.
"Hey Misty," I suggested, "lets do a picture of you in that split you do."
"Here on the wall?" Misty asked.
"Sure, why not?"
Misty looked at the dimensions of the wall as she hopped down.
"It may not be wide enough, but I'll try. Let me stretch out first."
Misty walked over to a fence and grabbed it for support, stretching her legs by lunging slowly from side to side. Then Misty placed her right leg on the top of the fence and leaned closer to it in order to stretch, caressing her leg up to the bottom of her skirt. She flung her hair back as she rocked her hips back and forth against the fence.
My cock was hard just watching her. Did she know what she was doing to me? Misty brought her right leg down and repeated this performance with her left leg, sighing with what one could only call pleasure as she caressed herself and pumped her hips against the fence.
"Wow," I said enjoying the view, "you look like you're enjoying that WAY too much."
Misty opened her mouth in surprise at my statement and gave me a playful slap on the wrist. I smiled as Misty finished stretching and walked over to the brick wall once again. Stepping up onto the wall, Misty stood with her legs as far apart as she could go without losing her balance, and then began falling slowly into a split.
Misty smiled sweetly as she eased her way down.
"I'm losing my balance, I think I may need your help."
I walked over to Misty and placed my hands on her hips to balance her as she slid further down. Misty placed her arms on my shoulders and giggled cutely as her legs spread further apart. There was a lovely intimacy between us as I kept Misty from falling while she concentrated on lowering herself down, our bodies just inches apart from each other.
Finally, with my help, Misty's hips came to rest on the brick wall with her flexible legs completely spread apart. My girlfriend was in front of me in full center splits wearing her sexy color guard outfit and posing for my camera. It was a fantasy every guy in the school would have wanted to come true.
Misty put her hands on her hips and smiled as I backed away and began taking pictures again.
"How's that?" Misty asked cutely between pictures.
"Wow," I replied in awe, "you look amazing...and that split is really hot."
Misty blushed and smiled sweetly.
"You know," I began, "you did appear to be enjoying yourself."
Misty raised her eyebrows.
"Excuse me?"
"When you were stretching out," I replied, "you were practically feeling yourself up and humping that fence at the same time."
"What?!?" Misty's mouth fell open in shock. She looked a little insulted, but I noticed she wasn't denying it either.
I decided to go for it.
"Oh come on, Misty," I said putting down the camera and walking over to her, "don't pretend you've never done it before."
Misty's voice grew soft, already anticipating the answer to her next question.
"Done what?"
"You know," I gently placed my hand on her ankle and began slowly sliding it up her shapely leg, "explored yourself."
Taking Misty's hand, I slowly guided it up underneath her skirt. Misty opened her mouth in surprise and quickly pulled her hand away.
"No," she put her hands on her hips, acting slightly offended, "I've never done that."
"Yes you have," I replied unconvinced, "all girls do, they just don't like to admit it."
Misty closed her eyes and moistened her lips as I slowly glided my hand up her inner thigh, pushing up Misty's skirt in the process. My gosh her legs were incredible. Misty's entire body tensed up in anticipation as I moved my hand underneath her skirt.
"Oh," she whispered in short, quick breaths as I gently touched Misty's pussy through the attached panties underneath her skirt. A thousand conflicting thoughts raced through Misty's mind as I began slowly and methodically teasing her pussy with small circular motions of my hand.
"No please...ah...don't...do this...to me...oh!" Little surges of pleasure caused Misty's hips to jump repeatedly, her body reacting involuntarily to the pleasure it was receiving.
"Ummmmmm..." Misty laid her head back and sighed repeatedly as the sensation built. I responded by slipping my hand under the fabric into Misty's panties and thrusting two fingers into her warm moist pussy.
"OH!!!" Misty gave a girly yelp, suddenly experiencing a new level of pleasure, and torture as I rapidly pumped my fingers back and forth inside her depths. Her body responded traitorously, the walls of her pussy giving way and allowing my fingers to probe even deeper. Misty knew that she had lost control of her body.
I now owned it, and her.
Completely out of control, Misty took her hands and held my head, whipped her hair back, and gave me the longest, deepest, kiss I think I'd ever seen. I responded by pushing a third finger into her, our kiss muffling her squeals of pleasure. Misty rocked her hips back and forth on my hand, desperate to pull more pleasure from me as she longed for the release of an orgasm.
Turning my fingertips upward I quickly found Misty's spongy G-spot and began rapidly stroking it over and over.
"OHMYGOD!" Misty gasped, flinging her head back as I absolutely tortured her most sensitive pleasure spot. I smiled to myself, loving being able to control her body with just my touch.
Misty's hips were pumping up and down on my fingers like a machine. Her balance was amazing, holding her center splits while she humped my fingers in quick thrusts, her arms wrapped around my neck for support.
Seeing my girlfriend in the throws of ecstasy and agony, edging closer and closer to release was insanely hot. Every twitch of my hand pulled the most wonderful cries of pleasure and torture from Misty's beautiful voice.
"I'M COMING!!! OHGOD I'M COMING!!!!" she threw her head back, violently bouncing up and down on my hand as she felt her pussy begin to clinch down on my probing fingers.
Suddenly, just as Misty's body was about to explode into wonderful orgasm, I pulled my hand from her pussy, leaving her unfulfilled and panting in frustration.
Misty opened her eyes, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air.
"Why?" she managed to ask between breaths.
I smiled at her.
"I'm calling your bluff."
"What the heck does that mean?" Misty panted, "come on, finish me off!"
I shook my head, gently taking her hand and gliding it up under her already hiked-up skirt.
"If you want to come, you'll have to do it yourself."
Misty gave a small whimper of protest.
"I don't do that...I'm a good girl."
I placed my hand under her chin.
