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Gene thought that it would be an average night of chilling at the local bar with his buds. They'd sit and chat about their lives, watch a few of the sports games playing on the tvs and, of course, drink. Except for Gene, he liked to stay sober and away from those kinds of beverages. He didn't dislike his friends for taking shots, just wasn't what he wanted to do. Regardless, he had another fun time at the bar until late in the evening.

See his friends drive off with taxi cabs or other designated drivers, Gene found himself alone outside the bar. It was a pretty slow night to begin with, so the only cars in the lot were the couple of ones owned by employees working inside. Zipping up his jacket, Gene fished around his the keys in his pocket, grumbling as he felt them get caught inside it. So focused on this challenge, he didn't pay attention as the clicking sound of high heels started coming towards him.

Finding someone bump into his backside, he turned around to face them, only to meet empty air. The sound of someone tapping their foot was audible right in this spot however, so he looked down. There he saw a shapely Caucasian woman's lower half, wearing thin black pants, brown strapless heels, a golden anklet and a black purse someone not falling off her midsection. "W-w-w-what the hell?!" He muttered, stumbling back and falling on his rear. The legs still tapped their dainty foot on the sidewalk impatiently as he struggled to stand. 'Did the guys give me alcohol when I wasn't looking?' He pondered, wiping sweat from his brow.

However, he was completely sober and this was in fact real. Poking the legs confirmed this, which seemed to be a gesture the legs decided to reciprocate. Turning around, the legs started grinding their plump posterior against Gene's groin. His biology betrayed him, causing blood to rush south, pitching a tent within seconds. This was the reaction the legs wanted, so they tapped Gene's hip with their foot and started walking to his car. As they did, Gene was mesmerized by the sight. The thin fabric of their pants showed off the black thong the legs wore, getting more moist with each second it was wedged between their cooch lips. Swaying their hips sensually with every step, Gene became hypnotized with each peek at their soft soles. Heart rate increasing, Gene declared, "Fine, you can come home with me!" He ran to his silver car and helped the legs inside like a gentleman, before getting in the driver's side and heading off.

Leading the legs into his humble abode, Gene tried to be a good host to his unexpected guest. Taking her purse off for her, he found that the strap was a rather tight elastic, explaining why it didn't slip off with every step the legs took. Curious as to who's legs these were and who invented a purse perfect for just a lower half, he was drawn back to the legs impatiently tapping their foot. "Uhm, I think I know what you mean?" he slowly said, setting the purse back down and helping the legs upstairs.

The legs sat on the edge of his bed, holding up their feet in front of Gene, who undressed completely. "What? You want me to do it for you?" he inquired, but got not response or gesture from the legs. Sighing, he knelt down and slowly slipped off the brown heels, giving him a perfect view of the size 9 feet in front of him. Unable to resist, he held the feet in his hands and gave them multiple kisses. He wasn't sure why, but he felt somewhat subservient to these legs. At least, that feeling was growing stronger since he entered the room.

A bit sad, he stopped the kissing of the lotioned soles so that he could peel the tight pants off the now sweating legs. It would seem his worship of their feet had the effect of turning them on even more, so he made the process slower to tease the lower half. All that remained now was their thong, nestled between wet lips that were practically eating it up, hungering for something proper to go between them. This time, he furiously slid the thong off; now they were ready. Or they would be, except he shoved his face between the lower half's spread legs. Moving his face around like crazy, he made the legs shake from his attack on their shaven cunt. His tongue worked its way around and into every spot it could reach of their sensitive part, making the legs even more desperate for his rod to be sheathed inside.

Gene could hold out no longer either, finally standing up and plunging his full length into the legs with one thrust. Immediately, their interior tightened and coiled around, locking his shaft inside and daring to never let it be taken out. The insane muscle control the legs had nearly made Gene's knees weak; alas, he held out and started to pump his hips.

To say it was pleasurable would be a gross understatement. Gene had completely lost himself to the act of pounding this naughty lower half. Each inward thrust made his whole length go back inside, making his back twitch with each hot ridge his rod rubbed against. "This is what you wanted, right?" He asked, holding onto the legs' hips to reach maximum depth. Standing up, he carried the legs around, doing small hops with some thrusts to give extra pleasure to his half bodied lover. Grinning, he placed themselves both back onto the bed, pressing himself against the legs. "You took my virginity, you realize. A secret I've had hidden from the guys for years, so I thank you for that." Gene happily said, the pounding he gave making the legs' feet swing about in the air over his shoulders.

The wet slapping sounds echoed back off the room's walls, reminding Gene every time that this was real. He really was making love to a disembodied female lower half, and he freaking loved it. There were so many positions he could try with a half bodied lover, but that would have to wait until next time, for he was nearing his end. "As thanks, I'm gonna give every drop of my stuff to you. What do you say?" He said between heavy breaths. The lower half replied by locking its legs around his hips, telling him not to pull out, but to pump them full.

Nodding, Gene smiled and gave a few final, rough thrusts, each one causing his tip to poke the legs' cervix. "Here it comes." He moaned with the last one, tip and cervix kissing one last time. The legs tightened up like a crushing vice grip as Gene arched his back, busting a huge load into the hungry womb of his newfound companion. The legs locked around seemed to constrict and the cooch tightened more, as if to milk him for all he had. With their dainty toes scrunched, the legs finally came down from their divine climax. Slowly, they released their hold, falling to bed in exhaustion. Still feeling his heart racing, Gene slipped himself out of the legs' hole, giving himself a moment to breath. He noted not a single drop of his stuff leaked out, meaning the legs were definitely addicted to it.

Finding himself needing to brace against the wall due to his own exhaustion, Gene hobbled to the bathroom to go get cleaned off, leaving the doors open so the legs could come join him when they got some strength back. Observing his flush red face in the mirror, Gene smiled proudly at himself. "She's a keeper." He whispered, giving the reflection a wink. Hopping into the shower, he got the water all nice and warm and proceeded to scrub himself. About halfway through, the legs opened the shower curtain with their foot, stepping inside. The relatively small space had their jiggly rear cheeks entrap Gene's rod between them. They was they shook it about got it back in action; with a light tap to their booty, Gene held onto their hips and shoved his length back inside, pounding the legs in the shower for a good long while.

Now fully clean and with the legs full of his warm spunk, Gene brought the legs to his bed with him. The legs lay with their feet on the pillow next to Gene's face and their booty against his bare groin. Resigning himself to this admittedly comfy position, Gene held the soft soles against his face and fell asleep, dreaming of happy times with the lower half he had just screwed.

Upon awaking, he found the legs were still real, so he got out of bed before them. Getting dressed in a bathrobe, he head downstairs to start up some breakfast. Along the way, he passed by the lower half's purse; curious as to what a pair of legs would need in it, he opened it up to find it full of a couple unexpected items. A few changes of shoes and clothes were inside for the legs; practical at least. Aside from that was an empty pocket book that only contained a golden card inside. There was no name or expiration date on the card and the numbers seemed to change every time he blinked. Rubbing his eyes free of sleepiness, he placed the pocket book back inside and kept fiddling around.

This time he found a marriage certificate inside, with his name on it in his signature and a wedding ring, which he eventually discovered to be fit perfectly for his finger. Knowing he never signed such a thing, he found the legs' name was simply "Gene's wife". He definitely never met a woman that got him to sign these papers, meaning that some strange supernatural occurrence had led to him being married to just a pair of legs. Behind him, he heard the sound of his now lower half wife walking down, wearing nothing but their brown heels from the night before. "Sorry for going through this, but I needed answers." He apologized, holding up the marriage certificate. "I assume this ring is mine, but what about you?" The legs held up their right foot with a gold anklet one and shook it lightly. Smiling, Gene got down on one knee.

"Since it's official, I promise to make you the happiest woman on this Earth. But, I think we should give you a proper name. How does Alyssa sound?" He asked. The legs jumped up and down joyfully, happy that the one they love has accepted them completely. Gene, wrapping his arms around their hips in a deep embrace, gave the area above his wife's cooch a kiss. It tickled her a little, the reaction garnering a chuckle from the now taken Gene. "Welcome to our new life." He said, his beaming smile brightening up the room.

Gene and Alyssa spent the rest of their days together, loving each other whole heartedly. Stranger still, Gene discovered his wife's odd golden card never ran out of funds or produced any bills from each usage. He could even withdraw cash from whatever account it was connected to and never have any repercussions. Taking it as just another miracle to this already amazing encounter, he made sure to treat Alyssa right. They always got along and did everything together. She even joined Gene and his buds on their bar nights, the guys strangely accepting their friend's new lower half wife as normal instantly. They never attempted to get between her or Gene either, which further solidified the already strong relationship between them.

Gene hoped his single friends could find loves of their own in similarly miraculous ways. Until then, he always wished for it at night, right before making sweet love to his lusty leg wife. There was magic in the air every night they were together, making Gene glad he was there outside the bar on that one fateful evening. They were the perfect husband and wife couple.

The End

Description
Gene thought that it would be an average night of chilling at the local bar with his buds. They'd sit and chat about their lives, watch a few of the sports games playing on the tvs and, of course, drink. Except for Gene, he liked to stay sober and away from those kinds of beverages. He didn't dislike his friends for taking shots, just wasn't what he wanted to do. Regardless, he had another fun time at the bar until late in the evening.

See his friends drive off with taxi cabs or other designated drivers, Gene found himself alone outside the bar. It was a pretty slow night to begin with, so the only cars in the lot were the couple of ones owned by employees working inside. Zipping up his jacket, Gene fished around his the keys in his pocket, grumbling as he felt them get caught inside it. So focused on this challenge, he didn't pay attention as the clicking sound of high heels started coming towards him.

Finding someone bump into his backside, he turned around to face them, only to meet empty air. The sound of someone tapping their foot was audible right in this spot however, so he looked down. There he saw a shapely Caucasian woman's lower half, wearing thin black pants, brown strapless heels, a golden anklet and a black purse someone not falling off her midsection. "W-w-w-what the hell?!" He muttered, stumbling back and falling on his rear. The legs still tapped their dainty foot on the sidewalk impatiently as he struggled to stand. 'Did the guys give me alcohol when I wasn't looking?' He pondered, wiping sweat from his brow.

However, he was completely sober and this was in fact real. Poking the legs confirmed this, which seemed to be a gesture the legs decided to reciprocate. Turning around, the legs started grinding their plump posterior against Gene's groin. His biology betrayed him, causing blood to rush south, pitching a tent within seconds. This was the reaction the legs wanted, so they tapped Gene's hip with their foot and started walking to his car. As they did, Gene was mesmerized by the sight. The thin fabric of their pants showed off the black thong the legs wore, getting more moist with each second it was wedged between their cooch lips. Swaying their hips sensually with every step, Gene became hypnotized with each peek at their soft soles. Heart rate increasing, Gene declared, "Fine, you can come home with me!" He ran to his silver car and helped the legs inside like a gentleman, before getting in the driver's side and heading off.

Leading the legs into his humble abode, Gene tried to be a good host to his unexpected guest. Taking her purse off for her, he found that the strap was a rather tight elastic, explaining why it didn't slip off with every step the legs took. Curious as to who's legs these were and who invented a purse perfect for just a lower half, he was drawn back to the legs impatiently tapping their foot. "Uhm, I think I know what you mean?" he slowly said, setting the purse back down and helping the legs upstairs.

The legs sat on the edge of his bed, holding up their feet in front of Gene, who undressed completely. "What? You want me to do it for you?" he inquired, but got not response or gesture from the legs. Sighing, he knelt down and slowly slipped off the brown heels, giving him a perfect view of the size 9 feet in front of him. Unable to resist, he held the feet in his hands and gave them multiple kisses. He wasn't sure why, but he felt somewhat subservient to these legs. At least, that feeling was growing stronger since he entered the room.

A bit sad, he stopped the kissing of the lotioned soles so that he could peel the tight pants off the now sweating legs. It would seem his worship of their feet had the effect of turning them on even more, so he made the process slower to tease the lower half. All that remained now was their thong, nestled between wet lips that were practically eating it up, hungering for something proper to go between them. This time, he furiously slid the thong off; now they were ready. Or they would be, except he shoved his face between the lower half's spread legs. Moving his face around like crazy, he made the legs shake from his attack on their shaven cunt. His tongue worked its way around and into every spot it could reach of their sensitive part, making the legs even more desperate for his rod to be sheathed inside.

Gene could hold out no longer either, finally standing up and plunging his full length into the legs with one thrust. Immediately, their interior tightened and coiled around, locking his shaft inside and daring to never let it be taken out. The insane muscle control the legs had nearly made Gene's knees weak; alas, he held out and started to pump his hips.

To say it was pleasurable would be a gross understatement. Gene had completely lost himself to the act of pounding this naughty lower half. Each inward thrust made his whole length go back inside, making his back twitch with each hot ridge his rod rubbed against. "This is what you wanted, right?" He asked, holding onto the legs' hips to reach maximum depth. Standing up, he carried the legs around, doing small hops with some thrusts to give extra pleasure to his half bodied lover. Grinning, he placed themselves both back onto the bed, pressing himself against the legs. "You took my virginity, you realize. A secret I've had hidden from the guys for years, so I thank you for that." Gene happily said, the pounding he gave making the legs' feet swing about in the air over his shoulders.

The wet slapping sounds echoed back off the room's walls, reminding Gene every time that this was real. He really was making love to a disembodied female lower half, and he freaking loved it. There were so many positions he could try with a half bodied lover, but that would have to wait until next time, for he was nearing his end. "As thanks, I'm gonna give every drop of my stuff to you. What do you say?" He said between heavy breaths. The lower half replied by locking its legs around his hips, telling him not to pull out, but to pump them full.

Nodding, Gene smiled and gave a few final, rough thrusts, each one causing his tip to poke the legs' cervix. "Here it comes." He moaned with the last one, tip and cervix kissing one last time. The legs tightened up like a crushing vice grip as Gene arched his back, busting a huge load into the hungry womb of his newfound companion. The legs locked around seemed to constrict and the cooch tightened more, as if to milk him for all he had. With their dainty toes scrunched, the legs finally came down from their divine climax. Slowly, they released their hold, falling to bed in exhaustion. Still feeling his heart racing, Gene slipped himself out of the legs' hole, giving himself a moment to breath. He noted not a single drop of his stuff leaked out, meaning the legs were definitely addicted to it.

Finding himself needing to brace against the wall due to his own exhaustion, Gene hobbled to the bathroom to go get cleaned off, leaving the doors open so the legs could come join him when they got some strength back. Observing his flush red face in the mirror, Gene smiled proudly at himself. "She's a keeper." He whispered, giving the reflection a wink. Hopping into the shower, he got the water all nice and warm and proceeded to scrub himself. About halfway through, the legs opened the shower curtain with their foot, stepping inside. The relatively small space had their jiggly rear cheeks entrap Gene's rod between them. They was they shook it about got it back in action; with a light tap to their booty, Gene held onto their hips and shoved his length back inside, pounding the legs in the shower for a good long while.

Now fully clean and with the legs full of his warm spunk, Gene brought the legs to his bed with him. The legs lay with their feet on the pillow next to Gene's face and their booty against his bare groin. Resigning himself to this admittedly comfy position, Gene held the soft soles against his face and fell asleep, dreaming of happy times with the lower half he had just screwed.

Upon awaking, he found the legs were still real, so he got out of bed before them. Getting dressed in a bathrobe, he head downstairs to start up some breakfast. Along the way, he passed by the lower half's purse; curious as to what a pair of legs would need in it, he opened it up to find it full of a couple unexpected items. A few changes of shoes and clothes were inside for the legs; practical at least. Aside from that was an empty pocket book that only contained a golden card inside. There was no name or expiration date on the card and the numbers seemed to change every time he blinked. Rubbing his eyes free of sleepiness, he placed the pocket book back inside and kept fiddling around.

This time he found a marriage certificate inside, with his name on it in his signature and a wedding ring, which he eventually discovered to be fit perfectly for his finger. Knowing he never signed such a thing, he found the legs' name was simply "Gene's wife". He definitely never met a woman that got him to sign these papers, meaning that some strange supernatural occurrence had led to him being married to just a pair of legs. Behind him, he heard the sound of his now lower half wife walking down, wearing nothing but their brown heels from the night before. "Sorry for going through this, but I needed answers." He apologized, holding up the marriage certificate. "I assume this ring is mine, but what about you?" The legs held up their right foot with a gold anklet one and shook it lightly. Smiling, Gene got down on one knee.

"Since it's official, I promise to make you the happiest woman on this Earth. But, I think we should give you a proper name. How does Alyssa sound?" He asked. The legs jumped up and down joyfully, happy that the one they love has accepted them completely. Gene, wrapping his arms around their hips in a deep embrace, gave the area above his wife's cooch a kiss. It tickled her a little, the reaction garnering a chuckle from the now taken Gene. "Welcome to our new life." He said, his beaming smile brightening up the room.

Gene and Alyssa spent the rest of their days together, loving each other whole heartedly. Stranger still, Gene discovered his wife's odd golden card never ran out of funds or produced any bills from each usage. He could even withdraw cash from whatever account it was connected to and never have any repercussions. Taking it as just another miracle to this already amazing encounter, he made sure to treat Alyssa right. They always got along and did everything together. She even joined Gene and his buds on their bar nights, the guys strangely accepting their friend's new lower half wife as normal instantly. They never attempted to get between her or Gene either, which further solidified the already strong relationship between them.

Gene hoped his single friends could find loves of their own in similarly miraculous ways. Until then, he always wished for it at night, right before making sweet love to his lusty leg wife. There was magic in the air every night they were together, making Gene glad he was there outside the bar on that one fateful evening. They were the perfect husband and wife couple.

The End