5 comments/ 64661 views/ 8 favorites Panty By: _Savannah_ I can't believe I'm doing this. What was I thinking? What was I drinking, for that matter? As bright ideas go this has got to be one of my more insane, yet deliciously wicked ones. Staring at my reflection in the full-view mirror I can see the panic struggling to get out; yet, that in itself is an incredibly wonderful torment. I am standing there completely bare for my critical gaze; only impossible four-inch silver stilettos decorate my over-heated flesh. Before I can cave into cowardly retreat I grab the barely-there lacy thong, ice-blue with a deep pink trim, and slowly slide them on. Juice from my throbbing cunt delicately dampens the crotch. Next I grab a deep blue halter dress; only, it really isn't a halter, or a dress. The wispy satin and lace confection embraces me; over firm, full breasts, across my almost-flat abdomen; then, a little struggle…it settles over a pair of full hips and a generously rounded derriere. The hem flares into a gentle ruffle halfway down my thigh. Every curve, perfect and not-so-perfect, is highlighted by the dress. One delicate, gravity-defying spaghetti strap ensures my breasts retain their voluptuous pout. With shaking hands I pick up the silver and turquoise choker; I shudder as I slide the clasp shut. The sound pierces my confidence temporarily, until I notice the aroused look on my face. My pupils are dilated to twice their size; the sea-green irises are almost incandescent. My heart is pounding as I turn away from my image. On the way out of the apartment I grab up the beaded bag on the hallway table. VOLCANO'S As I expected the club is crowded with college kids; and again I question my sanity. I am thirty-four, not some 20-something college nymphet. What makes me think I can compete with the tan beauties swarming the dance floor? The bouncer at the door stamps my hand and tells me to move along before I can make my escape. Uncertainly I stand to the side, my frantic gaze searching…what the hell am I doing? A small rush of juice escapes the edges of my thong and slides down my thigh. For some reason it calms me, and purposefully I make my way to the bar with a slow stride. The music is loud and hypnotic. At the bar I order a rum and coke; in for a penny…, I think to myself. After paying I turn to look at the activity on the floor. Much as I'd expected, young hard bodies pulse and grind against each other in a frenzy of socially acceptable matings. This is what I came for; not entirely, of course, but it's a start. I let my eyes drift over the couples; the twisting and pounding mass excites me, and I feel yet another rush of juice flow from the sensitive folds of my pussy. I keep looking, waiting, watching; sooner or later I'll find… Him. He's the one. Not too tall or short; nor too muscled or thin. His clothes are simple yet fit his firm body perfectly. White t-shirt, a heavy-duty pair of tan pants. His black hair is casually ruffled, as if he'd just woken up. His heavy-lidded gaze roams the writhing mass from the edge of the dance floor. One hand rests on his hips, his head tilted up next to the man with him. He shakes his head negatively in response to the man and walks away, skirting the edge and slowly making his way nearer the bar. Almost in a trance, I plot a course that will take me directly in his path. And I'm there, standing in front of him. He stops as he notices me in his way. Chocolate brown eyes trace a slow path from my stiletto-encased feet, to the top of head crowned in a vibrant red mass of hair. His hand reaches out, latches onto mine, and he tugs me onto the floor. He pulls me tight against him, slowly aligning our bodies from shoulder to knee; my breasts squash against his chest and we both moan at the contact. His head bends toward my head; his tongue rasps along my neck, trailing up to my ear. "Cotton candy", he whispers. I lift my head and look at him questioningly. With a grin he pulls my hips closer into his, and I realize he was asking me if….. "Smooth", I purr back at him. With a harsh groan his arms tighten around me and we begin to move. It's everything I'd fantasized it would be. There is now a steady flow of juice coming from my cunt; his erection burns my flesh through our clothes. Grinding, pumping, grasping, writhing; we join the mass of bodies, participating in the sexual mating there on the dance floor. My breath grows labored as I near my orgasm; his uneven panting tells me he is close, as well. The music stops. We stop. A bead of sweat trails down the side of his face, trying to disappear into the top of his shirt. On tip-toe I quickly lap it up. His hands tighten momentarily on my wrists before gently letting me go. "Drink?" he murmurs. "Please" I croak back at him. As we reach the bar, a wicked though enters my head. I tell him my choice of drink and excuse myself to the ladies restroom. In an empty stall I sit on the commode, taking care of business. After making sure every last trace of the pungent fluid is soaked up I stand. Quickly I step out of my thong, being careful not to let any of my juices to touch my fingers. I wad the material in my hand before exiting. The bathroom is surprisingly empty; I wash my hands at the sink before once again wadding my panties into the palm of my hand. I wend my way through the crowd back to the bar; back to him. He hands me the drink, brushing his body against mine. Instant meltdown. I shudder at the contact. I take a fortifying gulp; then another, and yet another. He notices, of course; his wicked grin mocks me. Until…I hold up my hand and open it, letting the thong hang from one finger. It is a blatant offering. His eyes pop; he looks around frantically but then… His hand reaches up, snagging the material by the crotch. A deeply inhaled breath at the feel of my wetness on them; he rubs the material between thumb and forefinger. Quickly he pushes them into one of his pants pockets. Holding my gaze in his own he swipes his tongue across his finger and thumb. I moan at the erotic display; having never seen my pussy he tastes me in full view of a crowded room. Urgently he grabs me by the arm, pulling me away from the bar and back onto the dance floor. His hands grab me by the hip; his hard dick throbs against me and he lifts one of my legs to circle his own. The Latin beat allows for such intimate positioning. The material of my dress has risen, and my bare mound now caresses him through his pants. I notice he's chosen a darker corner of the floor. Carefully I reach down with one hand and slide his zipper down. His breath whooshes out. Is he shocked? Turned on? Daringly I grab him by the shaft, lifting myself on tip-toe as far as I can and slide down the length of his cock. "Oh, fuck yesssss" he hisses, and I can only agree. We repeat the motion again and again, frenzied and frantic for closer contact. My pussy juice smears his hot flesh; we come closer and closer to the head penetrating my opening; but I hold back. I crave the torment of only allowing so much, of the excruciating tease of his flesh against mine. His hands are greedy now, squeezing my butt cheeks rhythmically, pulling me tighter and tighter against him with each gliding upward and downward motion. I slam my face into his chest as I explode; my cream gushes out, coating his dick. "Damn, baby..." he pants. "Fuck, I need to be inside you." I bob my head frantically in the positive. Once again he grabs me by the arm, this time leading me to the back of the club near the restrooms. We find a recessed alcove. He pushes me back against the wall, lifting me. Automatically I wrap my legs around him; I gasp, noticing that his dick is still hanging out. Before I can appreciate how turned on he must have been to not bother doing himself up, he pushes his dick full into me. Gasping again, I grab at his shoulders and squeeze my legs tighter around him. "Awww, shit, you're so hot, so fuckin' wet. Damn, you're gonna squeeze my dick off." I giggle at the imagery, but then I can only moan as he thrusts, and thrusts, and thrusts. People are passing us in the dim hallway; over his shoulder I notice a few have stopped to watch. I can't believe how incredibly turned on I am, knowing that they're watching me be fucked. I come. Hard. He pulls out; before I can whimper in disappointment he turns me around, facing the wall. His hands spread my cheeks, and then he's there again, spearing my needy flesh with his dick. One hand grabs a mass of my hair, pulling my head back. The other grips my hip, holding me tight as if afraid I might try to pull away. I don't want to pull away; I press my ass back. In my mind's eye I can still see our audience. I imagine them, men and women, masturbating. Hands stroking dicks and frigging clits. His hand trails downward and now squeezes one breast through the fabric of my dress. His fingers tease and pinch my nipple; I almost scream at the intensity of my orgasm. "Shit, yeah, that's so fuckin' good…come for me again, baby, one more time" he demands. I feel his hot cum as it explodes inside, coating the walls of my vaginal passage. With one last shudder, one last hot cum, I collapse against the wall. His body, heated and sweaty, rests against mine as we try to regain our composure. Raucous applause and cheers erupt behind us, and I can only smile in contentment. Startled my new lover rushes to close his fly but it's too late. Everyone's already seen it. Only slightly embarrassed myself I pull the hem of my dress down, checking that my nipples aren't hanging out, and brush my hair back from my face. I reach up, slowly trace my tongue across his lips. "Keep the panties" I murmur. And walk away. Panty Bandit His wife worked second shift at the supermarket, the kids were in bed, and there was nothing on television. Jason sat at the computer surfing the web for pornography. Tired of the same old stuff, up skirts and down blouses, albeit, his favorites, he wanted something different, a video, perhaps, instead of photos but he had watched every up skirt and down blouse video, already. In error, he typed in down panties videos instead of down blouse videos and up popped a site, a Japanese site. He scrolled down dozens of videos and stopped at a link to one that interested him. He opened the link, pushed play, and a Japanese man, a modern Ninja type man dressed in a hooded sweatshirt ran down the street behind unsuspecting women wearing short skirts. The video aroused more than Jason's interest, it aroused his excitement. Immediately, his cock stirred and, involuntarily, he reached down and touched himself through his jeans. Although the entire sequence of events on the video lasted only a few minutes, in those few minutes, he saw a dozen women's panties, ass cracks, and when they turned, and they always involuntarily turned from their assailant, he saw their black bushes. The forbidden in the premise that men not violate a woman in public stretched Jason's moral boundaries. Unable to remove his eyes from the screen, he watched the video in amazement. A videographer followed the attacker videotaping the assaults. Over and again, as if he were watching it for the first time, the attacks sparked the same level of arousal in Jason. He played the video again and again watching it with excited interest stopping at the critical points, each time, for a clearer view of the pornographic display of exposed body parts. Excitedly, he searched the web for similar types of videos, but there were none. Unable to find another, he typed in Japanese pulling down top videos and, sure enough, what he searched for popped up. There, the same attacker appearing as the panty bandit appeared as the blouse snatcher, too. Over and again, he watched this same Japanese assailant run up to unsuspecting women wearing tube type tops without bras beneath, reach out his hand as he passed by them, and pulled down their tops exposing their tits. Again and again, he replayed the video, stopping and starting it, each time, staring at Japanese women's tits. When he tired of watching that video, he returned to the panty bandit video and watched his assailant lift the Japanese women's skirts as far as their shoulder and pull down their panties. He unzipped himself, pulled out his cock, and stroked it to the image of the videos. Masturbation temporarily sated his lustful desire but, within a short while, he looked for more. Unfortunately, there was no more to see. He saved the videos to his personal favorites and played them over and again later that night before retiring to bed. Later, in bed, unable to sleep, he replayed the videos in his mind thinking of that man running up behind unsuspecting women and either lifting up their skirts to expose their panties and pulling them down or running up from the front of them, reaching out his hand, and pulling down their tops and exposing their tits. He thought, only in Japan could something like that happen and could someone like that get away with it. If I did that in this country, I'd be arrested for attempted rape, lose my house in a civil lawsuit, my wife would divorce me, my children would hate me, and all my relatives, friends, and neighbors would think me a pervert. I'd be on the sex offender's list, along with rapists and child molesters and would spend the next twenty years bunking with some fat man who thought me cute (yuck!). Then, he thought about his moral friends knowing full well that it was every guy's fantasy to witness a woman exposed against her will. He imagined a woman held by her arms while another man removed her clothes. A guy would be lying if he said that seeing a video like that would not make him horny. I dare you ladies. Ask your man if that type of video is of interest to him. Sure, he will deny it but pay close attention to his eyebrows and his eyes. If, when he answers you, his eyebrows involuntarily go up and his eyes blink, then he is lying and he is a dirty dog like the rest of we guys. Still, irregardless of the penalties, shame, disgrace, and what he would lose if he were caught, his penis took complete control of his brain. Okay, I heard that resounding yell of triumphant encouragement coming from all the male readers of this story, as well as painful sense of distain and disgust coming from all the women reading this story. Hey, it's just a story, fiction. Get a life. This is a porn board, after all (lol). Okay, now, let's heat up this story. The next day, Jason called his best friend Brain and, together, they watched the panty bandit video and the blouse snatcher video. Over and again, the two friends watched the videos stopping and starting them. Jason could tell from his friend's silent reaction that he wished he was alone and could jerk off right now. He laughed at the vacant stare that Brian had on his flushed face while watching the videos play over and over. After filling up an hour and a half with two three-minute videos, the men looked at one another and, at that point, there was no turning back. Their penises had erased all sense of reality from their moral fabric. The decision was made. Jason would play the role of attacker while Brian videotaped the sexual assaults. Both men ran track in high school some years back and still jogged regularly, so they knew that they could easily outrun anyone chasing after them. Only, unlike watching a video, the danger of doing it yourself was real and not imagined, as it was on video. Not only could they be arrested, but they could face an angry mob of outraged men chasing after them and be party to a vengeful boyfriend, father, uncle, brother, and/or husband. Still, their penises quickly removed that nightmarish scenario from their brain replacing it with visions of cotton covering round, white asses, silk caressing bushy, trimmed, or shaved pussies, and satin hiding away the forbidden bits and pieces from their lustful eyes. Then, there were the tits, small tits, big tits, round tits, tubular tits, sagging tits, and, of course, there were the nipples, brown nipples, pink nipples, puffy nipples, hidden nipples at rest, and erect nipples ready for action. Ah, life is good when you are a horny guy with lots testosterone. They had to pick their spots carefully and preplan an escape route, along with an alternative escape route should something go wrong. Hit and run was their strategy. Without hesitation, they had to do the dirty deed, videotape it, and run away with nary a look back. The videotape would capture the moment. There was no need for them to stop and witness the action. This, of course, was not Japan where they could turn down a side street and disappear in a mob of similar appearing Japanese men who possess the same hair color and similar height and body composition. Can you imagine a police line up in Japan? "What did he look like? He was 5'6" with black hair, about 130 pounds, and yellow skin." Brian had red hair for God's sake and Jason was 6'2, a head taller than the average 5'9" American man. They decided that the downtown business district after rush hour was the best place to try it. Like hungry lions watching and waiting for a straggling antelope to lag behind the herd, they waited for a woman alone who had worked late at the office and who was wearing a short skirt. The next day, they headed downtown with their horniness, brazenness, and camcorder. They scoped out the best place to wait, a dark doorway with a portico overhead blocking the view of them from the office windows above. They did not have to wait long for the downtown business district to rid itself of suits and skirts. The coast was clear, as clear as it was if this was a holiday or a Sunday. They heard the click, clickitty, click, click of high heals on cement before they spotted her. A mature woman in her 50's but certainly a MILF candidate, she walked alone across the street. The gentle breeze that blew lifted her short, pleated skirt above her thigh disclosing that she was not wearing pantyhose, just panties. Perfect. The hunt of the hunter and the hunted was on in the city's concrete jungle. She carried a briefcase in one hand and a large pocketbook in the other. They waited unnoticed until she passed. Brian focused the zoom lens of his camcorder on the woman's round derrière, as Jason ran out. He wore his Reeboks, the ones with the thickly padded soles that hardly made any noise when he ran. Had he worn his Nike's with the thin, hard soles, she would have heard him approaching. As soon as he neared almost within reaching distance, she turned, but it was too late. He had her skirt up and her panties down to her ankles before she could even react to him running by her. Still, in a wild haymaker swing, she grazed him with her swinging handbag knocking his hat off his head. Notwithstanding, it was a textbook panty pull down. Later, the video showed that after she swung her handbag, she squatted, put her handbag and briefcase down on the sidewalk before standing, then, bending at the waist, she pulled up her bright white, silk panties. Clearly, the video showed a great view of her ass and the top of her dark brown, bushy pubic hair when she turned at the waist to confront her attacker, and when her thighs parted enough for her to bend and retrieve her undergarment, the close-up video revealed a another view of a bushy clump of dark pubic hair between her legs. When Jason met up with Brian at the car, they hugged one another with glee. "Wow! That was fucking awesome!" "But, Dude, she got your hat." "Yeah, I know, and that was my Boston College Eagles hat." "No, Dude, you don't understand, now she has your DNA." "You watch too many CSI shows. The police aren't going to expend their money and on this lowly type of crime." "Yeah, I guess, you are right." Little did they know that the woman's son was a newly appointed Assistant District Attorney and that he would make it his personal vendetta to put these guys behind bars. Jason and Brian were beside themselves with excitement. Over and again, they relived the event laughing like school boys over the excitement of it all. They could not wait to do it, again. Jason could not wait to jerk off over today's event. Once at home, he relived the panty pull down. He stroked his cock to the thoughts of running up behind her, lifting her short, pleated skirt up against her back exposing her bright, white cotton panty, then reaching his fingertips in the elastic of her waistband and, in one quick swipe, putting them down to her ankles. He saw her ass crack close up and when she turned at the waist to confront him as he sprinted by, he was awarded with a great glimpse of her bushy, brown bush. They planned another outing for tomorrow. They would do more than one panty pull down and look for women wearing tube type tops and without wearing bras. Then, once they filled the tape with dozens of panty pull downs and tube top pull downs, they would sell it to a porn site for thousands of dollars, or so they thought. Not wanting to go to the same doorway on the same street, in case the woman reported the incident to the police, they had to find another location and found one outside the mall where customers cut through a hole in the fence to walk home. Generally, the women who used the cut through were locals who walked instead of drove to the mall. They waited in their car watching from a distance the fence where the woman cut through. It was not long before their patience was rewarded with a woman wearing a very short flared skirt. Brian lowered the car window, focused the zoom on the woman's ass, and began rolling while Jason ran into action. Just before the woman could reach the opening in the fence, Jason reached her, lifted up her skirt nearly up to the back of her neck exposing ivory laced panties, and pulled them down. Only, he stopped surprised to see, not a round, firm ass but a wrinkled, old ass. That was when the woman turned and smiled at him. Damn, from the back she looked like a hottie but as soon as she turned around, he saw his mistake. She was old, really old. "Wanna fuck?" she said smiling a toothless smile "She was older than my grandmother," he said to Brian later in the car. Brian did not answer, he was too busy laughing. While making their get away, they spotted another girl wearing a short skirt. They pulled up a couple blocks in front of her and Jason got out and waited in the doorway ahead for her to pass. When she did, he ran up behind her and lifted her skirt and pulled down her panty. "Yuck! Oh, my God! I'm so sorry, lady." He ran around the corner to the car and Brian followed behind him. "Dude, what happened?" "That lady was injured or sick or something 'cause when I pulled her panty down, she had a big bandage full of blood." Brian laughed. "Moron, she had her period is all." "Gross. Now, my hands smell like fish." On the way home, before they reached the highway, a tall, slender girl was walking alone wearing pants and a tube top. They stopped the car behind her, Brian focused the camcorder, and Jason sprinted out toward her. Just as he came up behind her, she turned and he reached out both hands pulling down her tube top. "What the fuck is that?" He stopped and looked down on the ground startled while she took a step forward and gave him a long legged kick in the balls. "Pervert!" She picked up her silicon falsies, inserted them back in her top, and walked away. Jason ran back to the car hunched over and holding himself. In the car, he clutched himself in pain while Brian laughed. They drove further into the city where the young crowd hung out at the bars and outdoor cafés. There are lots of women who duck in the alley to relieve themselves because they are either too drunk to hold it or are unable to wait in line for the privacy of the ladies restroom. He spotted her. Not only was she wearing an extremely short skirt, nearly the width of a wide belt and when she walked wiggling her, oh, so round ass, clearly, you could see the bottom of her red panties, but also she was wearing a tube top. There is a God and he is on their side tonight to supply me with a double whammy. Again, Brian stayed in the car with the engine running shooting out the driver's side window while Jason sprinted toward her. She never knew what hit her. Jason pulled down her top from behind and when she turned to confront him, she had these perfectly formed C cup tits, definitely a silicon boob job, but, still, they were exquisitely spectacular tits. In a flash he lifted her skirt from the front and pulled it down to her knees. Instead of squatting down as the other women have done on the video, she just stood there holding up the hem of her skirt in her hands and smiling. "Well, Honey, you want some of this?" Jason looked down to see a cock bigger than his. Suddenly, Aerosmith's song, the Dude was a Lady railed through his head and Jason beat a hasty retreat launching himself in the rear passenger door of Brian's screeching car with Brian in the front seat hysterically laughing. Their brief sexual assault experimentation failed miserable and when the police were at Jason's front door three weeks later with enough DNA evidence to arrest him, he received a permanent place on the sex offender's list and a year's probation. The judge, district attorney, the jury, and even the woman who Jason pulled her panties down, the one who knocked off his hat, took pity on him when they viewed the video tape and played it in court. There was nothing sexual about it. It was a riot. Panty Boy The first installment telling the tale of a young man's fascination with ladies underwear, his family and his sexual development. As always, I reserve all rights and warn you that it is vaguely incestuous and certainly a bit fetish oriented so if that's not your cup of tea, stop reading. Comments and helpful criticisms are always welcome but the anonymous, insulting ones get referred to my coven! Many, many thanks to BonnieBrea for editing and advice that absolutely improved the story! You bet!! P.S.- No character under 18 is sexually involved in any way in this tale. ************************ ************************** "JAMES FITZPATRICK DAVIS!" Mom practically shouted even though we weren't more than a few feet apart. The warning bells sounded loud and clear in my head. The only time she referred to me by my full Christian name was when the axe was about to fall. From the looks on the faces of my two sisters, Sally (just fifteen months older than me) and Maggie (almost a year older than Sally), the cause had to be related to them and that could mean only one thing..... It all started just a short while ago. I discovered how I could sneak a peek of my older sisters while they changed clothes or dried off after a bath. The bedroom door has enough space under it to allow me to slip a mirror underneath, giving me a reflection of their charms. Foolproof, I thought with a snicker. Since there was no way they'd ever see the tiny sliver of mirror while preoccupied with clothes, hair or make-up, I could stare at them forever. Timing, of course, was everything because I had to get the mirror under the door after they'd showered but before they got dressed. I discovered the trick accidentally during my 18th birthday party. Some friends and I were playing laser tag and I figured that using a mirror to peek around a corner would give me a decisive advantage. Worked, too! Worked just as well under a door which let me catch them preparing an ambush and turn the tables. Nailed 'em both, the nerds! That night, I saw my sister, Sally, dart from the bathroom to her bedroom clad in just a towel after a shower. When I saw the light come on under her closed door I remembered catching my friend Josh (what a nerd!) at laser tag by looking under a door... BINGO! Instant inspiration! I experimented a bit and decided that looking under my sisters' bedroom door would be far better than trying to see through the steam and weird angles of the bath. After that, I regularly staked out the bathroom, waiting for either Maggie or Sally to shower. After an unlucky few days, Sally ducked inside and I heard the sound of the shower running. Just like every girl, she took forever to finish while I waited, nervously spinning a small mirror and dreaming about what I would to see. I hoped for a look at her naked-- my first nude girl! At long last, my sister opened the door, releasing a torrent of steam, and went to her room. Moving as quickly as I could while remaining quiet, I slid the edge of the mirror under my sister's door. What I saw took my teenage breath away. There was Sally, just fifteen months older than me, standing in plain view wearing a thin lace bra and matching thong panties! Heart racing and blood pounding, I watched her adjust the cups and run a finger along the back of the thong to reseat it in her cleft while my dick went from calm to rampant in a nanosecond. It was the first of many successful peeks at my next elder sis changing clothes or in her underwear. I had to make chances to get inspiring looks at Maggie, older than Sally by eleven months and just finishing her last year at St. Brigid's High. Because she was an active teenager and home unpredictably, it took more planning and luck to see her undressed and I never got more than a single brief shot of her unmentionables until the Christmas holidays. But on the day after Christmas, she treated me to a fine present! Wearing a see-thru bra and tiny lace panties, she was swaying to the radio as she finished her hair and make-up. Next, I delighted in a prolonged striptease show as she tried on four outfits before finally deciding on a skirt and sweater combo. Unfortunately, she never quite turned the right way for me to see her nipples, except in profile, nor stood in a way to reward me with a solid look at the front of those lace panties! Nonetheless, I certainly had no illusions about the size, shape and firmness of Maggie's boobies after that. The girls tended to take their sweet time about changing but getting a "decent" look at them naked-- or even nearly so-- had been next to impossible. I caught them in bras and panties many times, but only briefly before a dress or a sweater cut off my view of their "unmentionables." The best chance was always after a bath when they tended to sit facing the vanity mirror and comb out their hair, clad in just a bra and panties, giving me longer look than I could get during a costume change. I did get a very brief look at the sides of Sally's boobs once when she changed bras and of both girls' buns when they changed their panties at bedtime. But I never got a real, full-frontal nude shot of either one. Not for a long while, anyway. It was precisely this urgent hope that was playing out as I voyeured my sister after a bath. I had just turned eighteen and it was spring break. Maggie and Sally were both home-- a rare thing now-- but Mags had just returned from a visit to friends and Sally had been out shopping with Mom. My chance came when Sally decided to clean up for a movie date. I listened to the shower stop and waited silently around the corner from her room for the door to close after she left the bathroom. Sally dropped her robe just as I got into position and there it was-- a first view of my naked sister! Not a frontal view, alas, but she was very naked and I could see her small breasts from the side and her taught bottom as she fished for underwear in a dresser drawer. She mumbled something under her breath with a curse, something about always seeming to lose certain pairs of panties whenever she came home, but I didn't really catch it. I watched her lean over to pull a pair of blue panties up her legs, the backside view enticing. There was only the briefest flash of the treasures between her legs until the panties covered her. However, much to my delight, she then sat before her vanity, combing out her hair. I got an eyeful of her bare breasts reflected in the vanity mirror while she stroked her tresses, the first time I'd actually seen her nipples! Combined with the memory of the flash of dark cleft between her thighs, I was breathless with excitement! Unfortunately, my rising cock demanded attention at the same time and this was the cause of my current predicament. As I shifted around to stroke myself, the mirror scraped along the wooden floor. Sally turned quickly at the noise and must have seen the edge of the mirror before I could pull it away as she stormed to the door. I had barely gotten to my feet when the door flew open and she was glaring at me. It took no more than a nanosecond for her to piece the puzzle together and she pulled her robe tightly over her boobs to storm off and find Mom. My Mother was pissed, naturally, and my two sisters were furious too. They knew, of course, that I'd been trying to get a look at them naked. They also knew that it had become a bit of a game between the three of us-- a game they knew, however, they must never actually let me win. But this time, Sally knew what I'd seen and that meant that I'd crossed the line. As I took my medicine with my two sisters screaming about my perverted desires and invasions of their privacy and modesty, all I could see or think about was the shape of their nipples under their shirts and the way Sally's titties had looked in her mirror. I snapped back to reality and attention when Mom finally chimed in. "James Fitzpatrick," she said, shaking her head wearily. "What am I to make of this and do with you?" "Son, for two or three years I've been aware that your libido has been growing out of control. I know, for instance, that you now regularly snitch panties from the hamper and use them to masturbate." She looked at me with a hint of a smile and added, "Did you think I wouldn't guess why our panties stuck together like they'd been glued? Or think I wouldn't wonder why my panties, or the girls, always seemed to show up that way after going missing for a few days?" Shit! That was a secret I thought I'd been able to keep. From the looks on my sister's faces, I had-- from them at least-- but clearly not from Mom who made the announcement to the three of us with a tone of resignation and disappointment. I guess I should have considered that the woman who did the laundry would see and smell the evidence of my personal fun when she put the wadded-up panties into the washer. I learned later that she washed her lingerie by hand so my little deception hadn't been very deceptive from the very first time I used a pair of her panties to get myself off. Unhappily, I also realized that using their panties to masturbate was only part of my reason for taking them and hoped Mom wouldn't guess what other use I might have for those frilly undies. "Jim, I know about teenage males and their sexual urges. I really don't mind that you've used my soiled underwear to satisfy yourself or I'd have said something sooner. But using the girl's panties like that is different. Have you thought what might have happened if they decided to reclaim a pair of their undies after you had pleasured yourself in them? It's a small chance, true, but what would we have done had Sally or Maggie come up pregnant-- by their own brother?" My sisters turned bright red and Maggie gasped and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door and making certain I heard the lock click. She emerged shortly after with a pair of red bikini panties in her hand which she threw to the floor at my feet. I recognized them as a pair I'd found enticing last night and almost snitched from the hamper. Apparently, both she and Sally did sometimes reclaim used panties for whatever reason and my careless, thoughtless sex drive had put them at risk. I was ashamed of myself and my behavior and told them so. Then realized that, even as I said it, I was wearing a pair of Sally's panties under my slacks! Damn! And I was getting aroused and leaking into them even as Mom chewed me out. Double damn! "Jim, I know it's been awkward for you in a house with three women. I am aware that the absence of a male role model might alter your libido. So, I know you've been secretly wearing our undergarments for quite some time and I've found our nighties tucked under your bed, along with some bras and even complete outfits of mine. You obviously wear women's clothes on occasion, not merely our panties under your slacks. May I assume it's only at home and only when your sisters and I are out?" Red-faced with embarrassment, I nodded my agreement. "Given the increasing frequency that our under things have been going missing, I'll bet you're wearing a pair of panties that belong to one of us right now, aren't you?" All I could do was nod in continued humiliation. I was caught red-handed and red-faced. "Drop your pants and let's see." I gaped, mouth wide open in shock, at my Mother's command. Drop my trousers here? Now? In front of her and my sisters? No way, I thought to myself- no f-ing way! But, she read me like a book. "Yes. Here and now, Jimmy," Mom said in that tone that accepts no arguments. She nodded toward my belt and ordered, "Drop trou!" Fumbling in shame, I undid my belt and the buttons on my jeans and let them fall to the floor around my ankles. Sally's panties were french cut and very frilly, with a mesh of fine lace along the edges and barely enough material to cover my bottom cheeks. They were a pale pink and small enough that the head of my hard cock was sticking out at the waistband, not that it mattered since the panties were so sheer that nothing much was left to the imagination. I remembered how excited I'd been to slip them up my legs and over my hips when I put them on. "They look cute on you, Jimmy," Sally whispered. Maggie also looked pensive, as if she was seeing me in a completely new way as well. I was just plain embarrassed but my dick had a mind of its own and refused to go soft, despite the humiliation and exposure. "Yeah, they do, don't they...." Mom added quietly. "We've all got things to do right now but I think we all need to sit and talk later. Jimbo, go fetch all of the clothes you've been hiding in your room and drop them in the laundry-- but I want you keep wearing Sally's panties though. They really DO look cute on you!" As I stumbled off to gather up the clothes that I'd been using in my fantasy life, the three of them gathered in a conspiratorial huddle and went into Mom's room and closed the door. That night, after the dinner dishes were cleared, the four of us sat around the kitchen table for a chat I dreaded in every way imaginable. It didn't help that Mom insisted that I wear just the panties and a T-shirt to dinner. I spent half the meal trying to keep my dick under control and the other half squirming to reposition it having failed to keep from being constantly rigid throughout dinner. Damn it! I liked the way the silk panties felt around my penis and buns... but having a permanent hard-on around the house would be a major issue for everyone, I figured, if sheer panties were all I got to wear. Mom began talking, finally. "There's nothing wrong with a healthy curiosity about the opposite sex. All of us have it... and I do mean ALL of us," she emphasized, pointedly including herself. "You're eighteen now, son, and I know you've had some experience with girls in your classes in school and I know that both Maggie and Sally gave up being virgins awhile back, shortly after going off to college in both cases." That got a pair of red faces from my sisters! Hah! Secrets of their own! "For years now, we've pretended around the house that nothing was changing and that no one was growing up. Foolish of me, in hindsight. What I propose is that we reset things a bit and allow ourselves to be more natural around each other. What I mean is that we'll start to live without the inhibitions that have been making Jimmy creep around for a cheap shot of his sisters and made you two girls into cock teasers in reply." Maggie and Sally stared at our Mom like she was speaking in tongues and shifted nervously in their seats. Clearly, Mom had struck home with both observations and I began to see how true her announcement was. The girls had been flashing me glimpses of flesh or lingerie off and on- which they had to know was driving me crazy with lust. Their games had been provoking me to ever greater exertions to get a better look than they were offering, a vicious cycle that Mom proposed to end. "We can't have that. None of us. Jimmy goes off the college this fall and you two girls are halfway through college now. Sooner or later you'll stop visiting regularly, getting your own places and jobs, starting families and so on. While I can still enjoy all of you around the house, I want to make sure we stay healthy around each other, especially when it comes to something as tantalizing and exciting as the opposite sex. So, we'll stop making nudity, underclothes and sex such a big deal around the house...." Mom paused and seemed to gather her courage a bit, swallowing hard and taking a deep breath. Obviously, she was very nervous about whatever she intended to say next so my siblings and I sat with curious expressions on our faces and plenty of questions on our minds at her suggestion. Finally, Mom seemed to find her courage and concluded her little talk in a very soft voice. "....starting now." With that, Mom rose slightly up off her seat and reached under her robe and nightgown. My sisters and I watched in rapt attention. Slowly, and with nervous embarrassment, we three saw our Mom pull her panties down her legs and off. With a shy grin, she handed them to me. "There you go, Jimmy. Now you won't have to sneak into the hamper later to find them." Smiling, she got up to leave the room, calling back over her shoulder, "Hey, anyone want to watch a movie?" I was sitting in a T-shirt, still wearing the silk panties I'd nicked from Sally, holding the panties my Mom had just taken off. I felt how warm and wet they were when a sudden inspiration driven by overwhelming lust hit me. I lifted them to my nose and took a deep sniff of the heady aroma of woman and perfume that permeated the wet crotch panel while my two sisters watched in wide-eyed fascination. Giggling, Maggie said, "Gosh, Jimbo, that is soooo wicked.... but I am SO turned on seeing you do that with Mom's panties! I'm sorry I lost it earlier with you 'cause I know what a rush it is to smell fresh pussy." Suddenly ashamed at the implications of her comment, Maggie reached under her sweatshirt and fumbled with her bra. "I've always hated wearing these things," she said as the shirt came up to expose her boobs covered by a padded bra designed to add a cup size or two. I got a really good look at her assets, however, when the bra came loose and she worked the straps down her arms and off. Was it my imagination or were her nipples hard! Was that from the chill in the air or from excitement? Maggie took her time getting the bra off before she pulled the shirt back down to cover her breasts. She set the bra down in front of me much like Mom had done with her panties. Sally just stared at me as I continued to sniff Mom's panties while fingering the cups of Maggie's bra with the other hand. She and I had always been close, probably because we were so much alike, so I knew something was churning behind her green eyes. She was wearing a thick, terrycloth robe belted loosely at the waist with a nightgown visible underneath. I remembered that this nightie was nearly transparent in the right light. I'd worn it myself once or twice when she was away at school so I knew what it could reveal if the lighting was right. Sally licked her lips. "I'm just so hot, Jimmy. All this-- you, Mom, now Maggie-- all of you have made me get so heated up. So... hot..." she whispered as she stared off into the distance. Slowly, Sally began untying her robe and let it slide down her arms until it gathered around her hips. She stood between me and Maggie and reached out for Maggie's hand and I discovered that the light in the kitchen was very "right". The gown basically disappeared and put every bit of her feminine charms on full display in front of me. For the very first time, I got an unobstructed, clear and close-up frontal view of my sister wearing almost nothing at all. Her beautiful tits stood out high and firm on her chest, the nipples hard points that pushed out the thin fabric into small tents. I let my eyes drift down, taking in the sight of my sister as near to nude as she could be while still technically clothed. Lower down, I saw that Sally wasn't wearing any panties and just as clearly saw that she shaved. Sally's sex was completely bald! I could see the lips of her sex and the tip of her clit peeking out of its hood at the top. The lighting made her protruding lips and long slit obvious through the nightie. My sister had to realize the show she was putting on... Surely, Sally was aware of how little she was leaving to my imagination in that nightgown. From the faint scent of musk and hint of wetness around the lips of her sex, I was convinced that Sally was both quite aware of the degree of exposure and was also very aroused by her exhibitionism. Maggie groaned softly and finally took Sally's hand, standing and giving our sister a quick kiss on the lips before they both walked off into the den after Mom, still holding hands. I needed a few minutes to calm down. Inside Sally's panties, my dick was leaking pre-cum and was rock hard, conditions that I thought I needed to resolve before venturing out into the den myself. Panty Boy 18 I recently turned 18, the age when I could legally enter an adult only chat room. The web sight that I had been visiting for a year has rooms open to all ages. Now I wanted more. All ages chat about sports, rock music, and movies was becoming dull. I'm a frail boy of 116 pounds, and very little muscle. Some would even say I look a lot like my sister. The head shape is an exact match and facial features are very close. Maybe it's just my girlish features or perhaps a brain anomaly but I love to cross dress. I generally wear Jacquelyn's clothes. My sister is always happy to provide an outfit. Jacquelyn had always been supportive. Maybe it was because she did wish I was her sister. Maybe it was just because I gave her nice gifts for her birthday and Christmas. In any case I felt gratitude for the support. One evening, not too long ago, I went on the PC and logged into the site's adult chat section. I wanted to be dressed. "Jackie, do you have anything I can wear. I'm going on line." My sister nodded. "I think I have something for you Stephen, and it would look very pretty on you." She brought out for me a Covington belted silky stretch blouse in the colors orchid smoke, white, black. "I love this!" "You're welcome to it." This is really awesome I thought. "Should I wear some mascara?" "I would," she replied, "with some earrings, and lipstick." I put on the blouse, a pair of my own denim shorts since they fit better than hers and a pair of her high heal shoes. "Stephen let me put some makeup on you. You'll really look pretty." Jackie began applying her makeup to my face. She began with my eyes, applying eyeliner then red lipstick. She applied a base, brushed it out and a flesh tone make up. It all blended in. "You look so pretty!" In her clothing I could pass very easily. In fact so easily that I actually had gone out in public and was mistaken for female. At a high school dance during my senior year Todd James had asked me to dance. Since I am attracted to boys I accepted but then had to, for safety reasons, refuse him a date. A chat room name change meant that I had to delete the existing program and reinstall. I did this and chose the screen name "Panty boy 18" The first thing I did was make a profile that held nothing back. It read, "Panty boy 18, membership date October 11, 2007." "I am a boy who loves to dress fem. I love to meet new people. Sex with that special guy would be great if it ever happens for me. I love heavy metal blues music, movies, and a good book. I am 18 years old." Recently I had the occasion to go out dressed. This time was really fun. As it turned out I had been chatting with New York Boy since my first night on line. After four months of small talk he wanted to meet. "That would be great." Excited, I rushed to tell Jackie. "He wants to meet me!" "Really, who, where?" she replied. "In the park. Should I go dressed? He 's bi." " I think you should go dressed. He's never seen you in your boy clothes. Why start now?" My preference for boys was something I could only admit while drag. Someday I might be more bold, more open I thought but not now. Saturday afternoon was sunny and warm when I came out to Central Park and waited. I looked around at the scenery there. I knew how I would recognize him. He came up that path that served sometimes as a dog walking trail. He was just what I expected to see, a guy five foot ten, wearing a Yankee ball cap. He came walking along and called my name or at least the name I gave him in chat. "Hello Stephanie," he said. "Hi Mark," I replied happily. He approached to hand reach distance. "I think it's cool that you came dressed." I giggled. He flirted placing his hand on my lower back. We walked and talked. We engaged in a friendly chat about movies, music, rock bands, sports. He talked about playing baseball and watching it. In my life time I had only watched it. I also enjoy figure skating and talked about that. We talked about his brother, my sister, his friends and my friends. What was surprising was our apparent age difference. He looked to be close to thirty and I am 18. Still, I wanted to have sex with him. I wore the Apostrophe 3/4 sleeve jeweled knit top, with slacks and Apostrophe Tress red shoes. Under the blouse there was a bra. I had on some C cup false breasts that I had just purchased at a cross dress specialty shop. We had walked a few more feet then he took me in hs arms. He pulled me against his body. For the next several seconds as passions welled up inside me we kissed with open mouth. "You look fucking hot in those clothes baby. You can be my bitch!" Beautiful intelligent thing causing hard-on I thought. My own cock was starting to stiffen and throb. "I would love to be your bitch." We kissed again. The chat moved on to deeper things. "Have you ever been with a girl?" "No," I said, "I prefer boys only." He pulled me close again and again we french kissed. His hand went down to my buttocks and his other hand went to my crotch. "We should go some place private." "Name the place babe," he said. "My bedroom," I answered. Some time later in semi privacy of my bedroom I pulled off my top, the bra and my false breasts. He opened my slacks and pulled them down then pulled down my panties. His hand closed around my penis and my hand closed around his. My tongue slid across my upper lip then the lower lip as his member stiffened. Going to my knees I licked him from the head down to his large balls and back before closing my lips around his throbbing man meat. As my tongue continued to work him my lips slid slowly down the shaft. He moaned softly and whispered to me. "Babe suck my big cock! Suck me!" It was heaven. If heaven really exists this is it I thought. I lay on my side with one leg up over him as he pushed his cock inside me and hammered me with it. I moaned softly. The sensation was indescribable pleasure. My muscular friend continued hammering me with his cock for a few more minutes. "Don't stop!" When he finally finished he rolled onto his back just to rest. I lay my head on his chest. Gently he placed his arm around my shoulder. Panty Boy "Come on, Jimmy," I heard Mom shout. "You probably think you need to let something soften up before you join us.... but I promise you that's not necessary." Does every mother have that kind of intuition to read minds? I took a few minutes to get my runaway hormones under control so I wouldn't spurt at the next sight of a nearly naked female. Shortly, I stood up and re-adjusted myself as comfortably as my condition and Sally's sheer panties allowed, and walked into the den. When I arrived, Sally was curled up on the sofa next to Mom, hugging her favorite pillow in a bid for some modesty. Maggie came in shortly after I plopped into a chair across from Sally and Mom. She had changed into a threadbare flannel nightgown that buttoned all the way up the front but had neglected to fasten several at the top. I got a peek at her breasts down to her nipples when she leaned over to grab the TV remote. Mom sat on her heels, her robe split open so her nightgown was visible but she was still more or less modestly covered with her knees firmly locked together. I volunteered to make popcorn and fetch some beer while Maggie put "Basic Instinct" into the DVD player. "Jimbo? I have an idea," Mom offered with a questioning tilt to her head. Curious, I stopped and looked over at her, a question of my own in my uplifted eyebrow. "I know you love wearing a nightgown or women's undies with a slip and change into them when the girls are away and you think I won't catch you. Why not enjoy the feel of that soft silk while we watch the show?" My breath caught in my throat and I glanced over at my sisters for their reactions. Sally grinned and shifted her legs, giving me a flash of that smooth pussy before her modesty insisted that she close her knees. Maggie leaned over to let me see her titties-- she knew what she was showing and made no secret that she was deliberately flaunting herself. Was it to encourage me? I wanted to do it-- badly-- to finally be able to wear frilly women's clothes openly, without the fear of being caught and teased mercilessly for wearing their sexiest clothes. The final decision was easy when Mom added, "Come on, baby. We can have a slumber party and all wear our nighties to watch the movie... Let's all be girls tonight, little Jamie." There it was. The last bit of transformation for me to join in their girl-time as another... "girl." The feminine version of my name they'd teased me with since god knew when-- but calling me Jamie, under these conditions and given all we'd talked about earlier, was the final clue that Mom approved of what I secretly loved to do. I skipped off to change. Panty Boy and the Landlady's Daughter For as long as I can remember I've enjoyed the company of girls and women to that of men; probably because I was brought up by a single mother with three much older sisters. We weren't quite 'outsiders' in our small town but my Mother and eldest sisters Joan and Susan had what you would call 'reputations' as 'party girls' and even Karen managed to get pregnant at 17 and had a second 12 months later. As my Mother never failed to remind me I 'was a mistake' hence the 15 year age difference between Joan and I and 10 between me and Karen. Growing up in a house full of women and being a pretty boy, and I mean very naturally pretty can be both a blessing and a curse; and having a slightly effeminate and artistic approach to life has meant that from puberty everyone I ever encountered presumed I was gay. I'm not. By the time I was 18 my sisters had all left home and my Mother was quickly deteriorating into a drunken mess; so I chose to go to an Art School about 40 miles away meaning I had to stay in student accommodation and eventually share flats; usually with girls as the boys 'thought I was gay!' I had a room all of my own of course but while they understood my need for privacy; their doors were rarely locked; giving me ample opportunities to accidentally see my roommates in their skimpies or occasionally naked. As this was the early 1970's casual sex was nearly out of the question; but I could have been on the England Masturbation team as I was cranking them out 2 or 3 times a day. As I was in a good place 'mentally' for the first time in a long while, my locked bedroom allowed me to occasionally indulge in my most secret passion; dressing in lingerie. For the most part I would buy nylon knickers from a market stall; pretending that they were for 'my girlfriend' but occasionally I would borrow a pair or two from the communal wash basket and when I discovered a shop in the centre of town that sold old fashioned nylons my ensemble was complete for an evening of DIY fun. Eventually I left College at 21 and got a job; moving from shared flat to shared flat; rarely allowing me the comfort to indulge in my passion; until a friend of my boss suggested a B & B just outside town; but on a direct bus route. It was owned by a larger than life woman called Cindy Lamont who had been a Showgirl and a dancer in her youth; and her daughter Avril. The Mother and Daughter couldn't have been more unalike if they'd been strangers. While Cindy was a big buxom, bottle-blonde who smoked like a trouper and swore like a navvy; Avril was quite studious and very slight by comparison with hardly any bust but a gorgeous arse; plus she was elfin faced and tended to wear tight jeans or Capri pants with T or Polo shirts. As a long term guest I was allocated a small box room next to the kitchen and the Mother and Daughter. It was the perfect arrangement for me as my clothes were washed and ironed; my bedding changed weekly and I'd never eaten so well. On occasions I helped with the breakfast and dinner service; but generally kept myself to myself; until the weekend when I would dress as close as I could the Thin White Duke who I resembled in skinny stature and coupled that with the foppish hair of Bryan Ferry. Life was an absolute blast and I soon indulged in buying panties and nylons again so I could masturbate into a frenzy 4 or 5 nights a week as I listened to my musical heroes on my Walkman. Avril; who was two years younger than me took every opportunity she could to attract my attention, talking about music and the clubs that I went to; often asking what did the girls wear; but I think that the crowd I was hanging around with intimidated her so I never actually asked her to join us. Just as I never had a girlfriend Avril seemed too intent on her Night School studies to bother with boys; unlike her Mother who had a number of 'Gentlemen Friends'; at least two of which were married. I got the feeling that her Mother's sexual antics embarrassed Avril; but nothing was ever said out loud. Avril's bedroom was opposite mine and I shared a wall with Cindy's bedroom which gave me unlimited access to her loud verbal noises as she got a good seeing to by one of her lovers. As the long hot Summer slowly slid by my hormones were raging and I was buying new nylon panties every couple of days to add to my collection that I kept in a suitcase under my bed along with my porn stash; which was becoming quite deviant after I'd discovered a shop that sold Continental magazines. I can't remember the exact date; but I do know it was a Tuesday evening and I was lying on my bed listening to Let's Stick Together by Bryan Ferry which I'd bought the week before while lying on my bed wearing a pair of yellow nylon knickers, a white frilly suspender belt and a pair of nude 7 Denier stockings. I'd already had one quick wank and was now reading the naughty letters section of a dirty magazine while alternately tickling my dick through the panties while stroking my nylon covered legs. It must have been about 10 pm as the headboard in the room behind me was banging against my wall and Cindy was moaning and groaning as a fat Greek hairdresser fucked her like a bitch on heat. I was soon so engrossed in my magazine and wanking I wasn't aware that I had a visitor; "What the FUCK?" I called out..."What are you fucking doing here?" I questioned the shadowy figure standing next to the bedroom door. "This isn't what it looks like...how long have you fucking been there?" I was now desperately trying to cover myself with my hands and the magazine. "Sshh." Avril whispered as she put her finger to her bright red lips. "What the fuck..." I didn't finish my sentence as she went "sssh" again and placed her finger to her lips. She now slowly moved to the bed and sat beside me; stroking my hair to calm me. As I went to speak again she put her finger to my lips and smiled. Her fingers spread across my jaw and she gently eased me back so I was resting on my pillow and headboard. Without a word Avril ran her small hands along my stocking clad thighs then a finger touched my shrunken cock. The pretty girl playfully scowled as she tapped my thigh and motioned that I should straighten my legs. Unsure of the etiquette in these situations I did as requested; although I was dying a thousand deaths through embarrassment. As she slowly caressed my legs Avril studied my cock through the translucent material. Even though I'm quite skinny I'm pleased to say that my cock has always been more of a 'shower' than a grower' so encased in the yellow knickers it still looked a reasonable; so much so that when she ran a finger along it, it twitched making her raise her eyebrows and smile. I went to speak; but Avril scowled again and shook her head before leaning forward and kissing my dick, then glancing sideways at me and winking. The tiny nymphet then ran her tongue along my curled up member as her hands stroked and caressed my legs. I was still in a daze so my cock wasn't moving for anyone or anything; but my landlady's daughter persevered kissing and licking; even nibbling my nylon covered foreskin and ball bag until blood began to flow and my cock started to swell. It only took Avril another couple of minutes to get it quite stiff again and she had to adjust it for me; but kept it inside the panties. After giving my balls a hefty shake she stood up and pulled her polo shirt over her head allowing me a look at her tiny tits and abnormally long pink nipples; which she held between her fingers and tugged; making her close her eyes and bite her lips. A second later she had slid out of her Capri pants and was standing before me wearing just a pair of see-thru pale blue panties that did nothing to hide a very luxurious bush. With a big smile and another raise of the eyebrows Avril lay alongside me on the bed and immediately began licking my dick and balls again as she curled a leg across my stomach; so I could see how wet her knickers were. As a confirmed wanker I'd never experienced anything like the feelings she was creating in my genitals as she slobbered over them and sucked my knob through the nylon. Feeling that I should do something too I placed my hand on the inside of her thigh; but she immediately turned to face me and shook her head. Baffled, I was soon digging my fingers into the mattress as her tiny fingers wrapped around my shaft and rubbed up and down furiously forcing my panty covered cock into her mouth, where it was met with a willing tongue that licked and slobbered all over it. "Oh God...I'm cumming!" I gasped when I felt that tingle in my bollocks. Avril's wanking became even faster as my dick now poked out of the leg hole, and she shuffled forward as gush after gush of spunk splashed onto her tiny tits as I let out an almighty sigh and a groan. Squeezing the last drops onto her stiff nipples like an expert Avril had a cheeky smile lighting up her pretty face. Satisfied that I was spent Avril slowly and lingeringly rubbed my cum into her tits as if it was a special lotion, before rising to her knees then straddling my chest and shuffling forward until her minge was inches away from my face. "My turn." She whispered and waved for me to move down the bed; as I did so she raised her legs until she hovered above my face. Her sopping cunt was only an inch or more from my nostrils and it smelt as sweet as Tupelo Honey as she lowered her nylon covered twat onto my face. I knew from my magazines what was expected but I'd never done anything like this in my life; as Avril slowly rubbed her hot wet cunt backwards and forward over my nose and mouth as she gripped onto the brass rail above my bed. I think we both went to Heaven and back several times in the next few minutes as I tried to lick her flesh through the saggy knickers; but she was intent on bringing herself off without any help from me; slapping my hands away when I tried to grab her arse. At one stage I was so engrossed in trying to stick my tongue up her hole I swear that I forgot to breathe for a minute and when Avril began getting closer and closer to her orgasm it felt like she was pissing into my mouth and when it came I thought that she was having a convulsion as she began shaking while pressing her cunt and clit against my mouth and nose. It could have been barely a minute before she dismounted my face and flopped across my chest like a spent force. We lay in silence for five mutes or more and even though my cock was stiff again, I was more than happy just cuddling her. When she'd got her breath back Avril got onto all fours and gently kissed the tip of my cock before rolling off the bed and peeling off her soaking knickers and draping them across my dick, before getting dressed in silence before giving my dick another squeeze and leaving my bedroom. The next few days were odd as I never got the opportunity to speak to Avril on our own and I think she deliberately engineered it that way. Then on the Sunday afternoon as we passed ion the hall she stood in front of me and grabbed my balls as she smiled and looked me straight in the eyes as she raised her eyebrows. I hoped that I'd got the right message and was lying on my bed wearing a new pair of sheer stockings, black satin suspender belt and black frilly knickers when my bedroom door slowly eased open.