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At the loading area, Marlene and I stood together but twisted away from each other. The chair came along, we grabbed the outer bars and swung up over the safety rope. Together we pulled the bar down and put our skis on the narrow foot-rest. I looked forward and we had at least ten minutes before we reached the top.
"So?" With scarf over her face and goggles with mirrored lenses, she was muffled and inscrutable.
"What?"
"Are the pantyhose keeping you warm?"
"You mean the tights you loaned me?" I thought for a second and realized my ass was not cold. "Yes, they're working."
"Good. And Baby, I told you, they're not tights. They have feet with dark toes and a French lacy panty design at the top."
My throat thickened and I swallowed hard.
"That means they're women's pantyhose -- no pretending otherwise." Her cheeks rose with a smile. "Admit it, you like the way they feel, the way they massage your legs." She placed her thickly gloved hand on the thigh of my ski pants and slid it to my crotch. "It's okay Sweetie, you can admit it. Everyone has a little perv. I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
Discomfort forced a little blush.
"And of course, they are only yours now -- since you stained them with your cum." She twisted toward me. "Is that spot still wet?"
My chest thumped. "Yes." My voice cracked.
"Huh. Well," she sighed. "I'll have to think about what we should do about that." Marlene let her words hang.
My blood thundered in my ears.
"I'm trying to think whether I should have you wear a thong or boy-shorts to keep you from making a mess. I mean each has its advantages. Maybe the first time, the thong would be a bit too much -- riding up your ass crack -- it might make you squirm." Marlene put a finger to her lips. "Though that could be a good thing."
The more she talked the hotter I got. My head swam and my neck was damp with sweat. I wasn't sure whether she wanted me in her underwear with the pantyhose over or under them or whether she was going to tie me up or blindfold me.
Two specific thongs came to mind: one, a stretchy, high-rise leopard print. If she let my balls hang out, she could probably pull them high enough to cover the head of my cock. The other, a low-cut, lacy pink and green with a girly swirly would be a very tight fit. Maybe that's what she wanted. The idea of the skinny part of her thong wrapped around my nuts caused me to moisten my pantyhose with another hot dollop of pre-cum. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but I wanted it. I imagined Marlene's crazy fuchsia-and-tangerine striped boy-shorts which covered only about half her broad, round ass before they wedged into the deep crack of her cheeks. If she chose those, my cock would be trapped against my hip and leaking like mad. I lied to myself I hoped there weren't pictures involved. I was too afraid to ask. She seemed to have plenty of ideas without my suggestions. My chest was heavy with anticipation.
All day we raced each other down the slopes challenging each other to ski harder and faster. Every ride up on the chairlift Marlene asked me about the pantyhose: were they warm enough, too loose or too tight, if my cock was comfortable, if they rubbed the wrong way -- or the right. Her hand always rested on my thigh. We had no ride on the chairlift that she didn't remind me how slightly kinky I was to be wearing her very girly pantyhose.
At the end of the day we went back to our room at the lodge and stripped off our cold weather outer wear. I had laid out my sweats and started to remove the pantyhose when I heard a sharp "Hey!"
I turned.
"Keep those on!"
The edge in her voice caught my attention and assured my compliance.
So, we changed: Marlene stripped naked then put on wooly socks and a double-sized sweat shirt that stopped mid-thigh. I had only an old ski sweater that stopped above my hips and the French panty-hose.
We ate soft cheese with hard crackers; the heavy, red wine went right to my head. After we opened the second bottle of cabernet, I stole glances of myself in the wall mirror. Though the wine had pushed judgment to the back of my mind, I still uncomfortable wearing pantyhose. I liked the feel silky feel against my skin, and they were warmer than I had imagined but the French-cut lacy panty design ... My cock poked at my thigh and I dripped.
Marlene shifted and d****d her short, thick legs over the arm of the chair. "Nice view." Marlene swirled her cabernet. She nodded at my glass. "Drink up." Her tone was firm. "You'll need it."
I drained my glass without question.
Marlene smiled and gave me a mischievous feline smile before she crossed the room and curled up beside me on the loveseat. She pressed her palm and wrist against my cock and balls. I inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly. The warmth and pressure of her touch through the nylon amplified every contact with my pulsing cock. Sliding down, she put her head on my thigh and then licked my tip through the pantyhose. I trembled with pleasure.
"Mm, you taste good Baby."
"So do you."
"So you want to taste me?"
"Badly," I whispered.
"Mm." She pulled me up off the couch, pulled my sweater over my head and shoved me in the center of the chest. I fell on the bed.
She giggled and rummaged through the ski bag. Bandana in her hand she crawled over the bed, covered my eyes and tied the blindfold in place. "Hands over your head -- and keep them together."
The bed rose and sank with her hands and feet and knees. The heat from her thick, shapely thighs warmed my ears. Her hefty ankles pinned my arms in place. Marlene's musky scent and enveloped my face.
My mouth watered in anticipation.
She wiggled until the tip of my nose tickled her asshole and my tongue was in her wet folds -- tangy and delicious. Moaning, she rocked back and forth using my face for her own pleasure. She brushed her fingernails up and down my cock and balls making me tremble. The dark nylon kept my erection pressed against my belly. Warm pre-cum dripped.
Marlene's moans came louder and faster. She bounced on my face. I could barely breathe and was afraid she was going to break my nose but I was secretly proud of being able to satisfy her with my mouth. A short sharp yip, quivering thighs and extra tang on my tongue betrayed her orgasm. When she dismounted, I heard her breathing heavily.
"Don't move."
I heard her feet on the floor and more rummaging and wondered what she was up to now.
The rip of Velcro and the feeling of rubber on my skin told me she had bound my wrists with the ski straps used for binding pairs together.
"Kinky boy who likes to wear pantyhose and get face-fucked. Mm, I never would have suspected an innocent looking guy like you would be into this kind of thing -- except for this."
Soft fur tickled my throat then my chin and cheeks and nose. I suppressed a smile. Two months ago, as a sort-of joke, I had given her a fox-tail butt plug. The plug was medium small so as not to be uncomfortable or intimidating. The tail was soft and thick and puffy; silver with a white tip it was 18 inches long. I had told her at the time I was dying to see how foxy she truly was. Now, I was sure she would show me.
"Sit up." She pulled on my restraints and helped into position where she removed my blindfold. Plug in hand she twirled the tail wiggling her hips like a stripper.
I chuckled.
She blew me a sultry kiss and got out a bottle of lube and a pair of scissors.
Panic seized my heart and my balls shrank.
"Spread your legs and don't move." Marlene stepped between my thighs and carefully cut a long slit in the crotch before letting my cock spring free and straight into the velvet heaven of her mouth. Sucking and caressing and rolling and tugging my balls was bringing me to the edge, again. I heard the click of the lube cap.
In my mind, bent over with her fuzzy fox tail swinging from her firm plump ass, Marlene was stunning. She placed my hamstrings on her shoulders and held my knees while she sucked. There was an audible plop when my cock popped out of her mouth. Before I could say a word, she ducked and twisted flipping me face down on the bed. Confused, I heard the lube tube fart.
The cold chill of K-Y on my asshole sent a horrible thought through my head. I barely had time to think. My legs had only started to close when they met with her hips. I started to clench and she slapped my ass hard.
"Relax Baby."
She smacked me hard again. Through the sting, I felt her push hard against my asshole. I took a deep breath and focused on relaxing. Marlene grunted, wiggled, pushed with her shoulder and took my virginity.
I clenched my jaw and shut my eyes again but the hot sting of tears trickled down my cheek. I wiped my face on the bedspread. My asshole was on fire.
"Now there's a pretty picture." She slapped my ass. "Ever since you gave this to me I wondered what you would look like with a fox tail."
She rolled me on my back and helped me to me feet. Stepping back, Marlene circled me, looking me up and down. I felt her stroke and tug the fox tail and my cock twitched. A side glance to the mirror on the wall showed me in profile from the waist down. Toned masculine thighs in sheer pantyhose, eager cock bouncing out the front and furry tail hanging from the back.
I was my own porn picture.
"Holy fuck are you hot! I never even imagined you in pantyhose and a tail!" Marlene stripped off her sweatshirt and stood wearing only her socks. She pushed her heavy right breast to her mouth and sucked on her thick nipple while masturbating wildly with her left. Letting out a moan like a freight train, her dark hair whipped about like a frantic hurricane. Her eyes rolled and she fell to her knees. She plunged forward, impaling her face on my cock. She pushed hard, making her eyes water as she pumped my fat head into the back of her throat. Mane wild and mascara streaking her face like a rock star, she stood and put my still bound arms over her head. "Fuck me Baby. Just fuck me until one of us falls on the floor. Then get the bottle of wine and fuck me again. I want you -- your delicious cock inside me filling me with your cum. I want to feel your cum inside and then running down my leg … and one of us is going to lick it up."
Marlene turned around, facing away from me, my wrists together, and her plush rump pressing against my wet hard on. With the rip of Velcro, she released my wrists and placed my hands on her breasts. She groaned, reached between her legs and got my cock lodged inside her.
I rocked my hips forward and slid deeper.
She reached between our legs and grabbed my tail plug and rubbed it against my balls. My cock was so hard it ached. Her cunt's contours snagged every curve of my cock. I felt her Marlene cum once and let go of the tail. I kept pounding, my fingers embedded in her fleshy hips and watching her plump ass jiggle.
The tail of the plug caressed my nylon legs keep me violently erect but the plug itself inhibited me from cumming. When I felt her pussy grip me for the third time and my knees ached and my thighs were on the brink of exhaustion. Building deep in the root, my orgasm forcing its way upward to the surface like volcanic lava. I grabbed her hips and pumped her for all I was worth. I felt every hot ounce pushing through the core of my throbbing cock until I exploded inside her.
Quickly, I pulled out turned her around and put her mouth on my pole for a couple of secondary shots in her mouth. Pressing on her shoulders she knelt before me and the rest of my cum went on her face and hair and nose and mouth.
And when I was spent Marlene rubbed her cummy face against my pantyhose and while she fingered the tip of my cock.
"Oh BA-BY!" Her dark eyes penetrated my soul. And I breathed a huge sigh of contentment.
A woman, the woman, I found deliciously, achingly sexy had an amazing kinky side -- experimental, non-judgmental with a dash of dom.
It sounded like a recipe for personal disaster -- and I was ordering off the menu.
"So?" With scarf over her face and goggles with mirrored lenses, she was muffled and inscrutable.
"What?"
"Are the pantyhose keeping you warm?"
"You mean the tights you loaned me?" I thought for a second and realized my ass was not cold. "Yes, they're working."
"Good. And Baby, I told you, they're not tights. They have feet with dark toes and a French lacy panty design at the top."
My throat thickened and I swallowed hard.
"That means they're women's pantyhose -- no pretending otherwise." Her cheeks rose with a smile. "Admit it, you like the way they feel, the way they massage your legs." She placed her thickly gloved hand on the thigh of my ski pants and slid it to my crotch. "It's okay Sweetie, you can admit it. Everyone has a little perv. I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
Discomfort forced a little blush.
"And of course, they are only yours now -- since you stained them with your cum." She twisted toward me. "Is that spot still wet?"
My chest thumped. "Yes." My voice cracked.
"Huh. Well," she sighed. "I'll have to think about what we should do about that." Marlene let her words hang.
My blood thundered in my ears.
"I'm trying to think whether I should have you wear a thong or boy-shorts to keep you from making a mess. I mean each has its advantages. Maybe the first time, the thong would be a bit too much -- riding up your ass crack -- it might make you squirm." Marlene put a finger to her lips. "Though that could be a good thing."
The more she talked the hotter I got. My head swam and my neck was damp with sweat. I wasn't sure whether she wanted me in her underwear with the pantyhose over or under them or whether she was going to tie me up or blindfold me.
Two specific thongs came to mind: one, a stretchy, high-rise leopard print. If she let my balls hang out, she could probably pull them high enough to cover the head of my cock. The other, a low-cut, lacy pink and green with a girly swirly would be a very tight fit. Maybe that's what she wanted. The idea of the skinny part of her thong wrapped around my nuts caused me to moisten my pantyhose with another hot dollop of pre-cum. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but I wanted it. I imagined Marlene's crazy fuchsia-and-tangerine striped boy-shorts which covered only about half her broad, round ass before they wedged into the deep crack of her cheeks. If she chose those, my cock would be trapped against my hip and leaking like mad. I lied to myself I hoped there weren't pictures involved. I was too afraid to ask. She seemed to have plenty of ideas without my suggestions. My chest was heavy with anticipation.
All day we raced each other down the slopes challenging each other to ski harder and faster. Every ride up on the chairlift Marlene asked me about the pantyhose: were they warm enough, too loose or too tight, if my cock was comfortable, if they rubbed the wrong way -- or the right. Her hand always rested on my thigh. We had no ride on the chairlift that she didn't remind me how slightly kinky I was to be wearing her very girly pantyhose.
At the end of the day we went back to our room at the lodge and stripped off our cold weather outer wear. I had laid out my sweats and started to remove the pantyhose when I heard a sharp "Hey!"
I turned.
"Keep those on!"
The edge in her voice caught my attention and assured my compliance.
So, we changed: Marlene stripped naked then put on wooly socks and a double-sized sweat shirt that stopped mid-thigh. I had only an old ski sweater that stopped above my hips and the French panty-hose.
We ate soft cheese with hard crackers; the heavy, red wine went right to my head. After we opened the second bottle of cabernet, I stole glances of myself in the wall mirror. Though the wine had pushed judgment to the back of my mind, I still uncomfortable wearing pantyhose. I liked the feel silky feel against my skin, and they were warmer than I had imagined but the French-cut lacy panty design ... My cock poked at my thigh and I dripped.
Marlene shifted and d****d her short, thick legs over the arm of the chair. "Nice view." Marlene swirled her cabernet. She nodded at my glass. "Drink up." Her tone was firm. "You'll need it."
I drained my glass without question.
Marlene smiled and gave me a mischievous feline smile before she crossed the room and curled up beside me on the loveseat. She pressed her palm and wrist against my cock and balls. I inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly. The warmth and pressure of her touch through the nylon amplified every contact with my pulsing cock. Sliding down, she put her head on my thigh and then licked my tip through the pantyhose. I trembled with pleasure.
"Mm, you taste good Baby."
"So do you."
"So you want to taste me?"
"Badly," I whispered.
"Mm." She pulled me up off the couch, pulled my sweater over my head and shoved me in the center of the chest. I fell on the bed.
She giggled and rummaged through the ski bag. Bandana in her hand she crawled over the bed, covered my eyes and tied the blindfold in place. "Hands over your head -- and keep them together."
The bed rose and sank with her hands and feet and knees. The heat from her thick, shapely thighs warmed my ears. Her hefty ankles pinned my arms in place. Marlene's musky scent and enveloped my face.
My mouth watered in anticipation.
She wiggled until the tip of my nose tickled her asshole and my tongue was in her wet folds -- tangy and delicious. Moaning, she rocked back and forth using my face for her own pleasure. She brushed her fingernails up and down my cock and balls making me tremble. The dark nylon kept my erection pressed against my belly. Warm pre-cum dripped.
Marlene's moans came louder and faster. She bounced on my face. I could barely breathe and was afraid she was going to break my nose but I was secretly proud of being able to satisfy her with my mouth. A short sharp yip, quivering thighs and extra tang on my tongue betrayed her orgasm. When she dismounted, I heard her breathing heavily.
"Don't move."
I heard her feet on the floor and more rummaging and wondered what she was up to now.
The rip of Velcro and the feeling of rubber on my skin told me she had bound my wrists with the ski straps used for binding pairs together.
"Kinky boy who likes to wear pantyhose and get face-fucked. Mm, I never would have suspected an innocent looking guy like you would be into this kind of thing -- except for this."
Soft fur tickled my throat then my chin and cheeks and nose. I suppressed a smile. Two months ago, as a sort-of joke, I had given her a fox-tail butt plug. The plug was medium small so as not to be uncomfortable or intimidating. The tail was soft and thick and puffy; silver with a white tip it was 18 inches long. I had told her at the time I was dying to see how foxy she truly was. Now, I was sure she would show me.
"Sit up." She pulled on my restraints and helped into position where she removed my blindfold. Plug in hand she twirled the tail wiggling her hips like a stripper.
I chuckled.
She blew me a sultry kiss and got out a bottle of lube and a pair of scissors.
Panic seized my heart and my balls shrank.
"Spread your legs and don't move." Marlene stepped between my thighs and carefully cut a long slit in the crotch before letting my cock spring free and straight into the velvet heaven of her mouth. Sucking and caressing and rolling and tugging my balls was bringing me to the edge, again. I heard the click of the lube cap.
In my mind, bent over with her fuzzy fox tail swinging from her firm plump ass, Marlene was stunning. She placed my hamstrings on her shoulders and held my knees while she sucked. There was an audible plop when my cock popped out of her mouth. Before I could say a word, she ducked and twisted flipping me face down on the bed. Confused, I heard the lube tube fart.
The cold chill of K-Y on my asshole sent a horrible thought through my head. I barely had time to think. My legs had only started to close when they met with her hips. I started to clench and she slapped my ass hard.
"Relax Baby."
She smacked me hard again. Through the sting, I felt her push hard against my asshole. I took a deep breath and focused on relaxing. Marlene grunted, wiggled, pushed with her shoulder and took my virginity.
I clenched my jaw and shut my eyes again but the hot sting of tears trickled down my cheek. I wiped my face on the bedspread. My asshole was on fire.
"Now there's a pretty picture." She slapped my ass. "Ever since you gave this to me I wondered what you would look like with a fox tail."
She rolled me on my back and helped me to me feet. Stepping back, Marlene circled me, looking me up and down. I felt her stroke and tug the fox tail and my cock twitched. A side glance to the mirror on the wall showed me in profile from the waist down. Toned masculine thighs in sheer pantyhose, eager cock bouncing out the front and furry tail hanging from the back.
I was my own porn picture.
"Holy fuck are you hot! I never even imagined you in pantyhose and a tail!" Marlene stripped off her sweatshirt and stood wearing only her socks. She pushed her heavy right breast to her mouth and sucked on her thick nipple while masturbating wildly with her left. Letting out a moan like a freight train, her dark hair whipped about like a frantic hurricane. Her eyes rolled and she fell to her knees. She plunged forward, impaling her face on my cock. She pushed hard, making her eyes water as she pumped my fat head into the back of her throat. Mane wild and mascara streaking her face like a rock star, she stood and put my still bound arms over her head. "Fuck me Baby. Just fuck me until one of us falls on the floor. Then get the bottle of wine and fuck me again. I want you -- your delicious cock inside me filling me with your cum. I want to feel your cum inside and then running down my leg … and one of us is going to lick it up."
Marlene turned around, facing away from me, my wrists together, and her plush rump pressing against my wet hard on. With the rip of Velcro, she released my wrists and placed my hands on her breasts. She groaned, reached between her legs and got my cock lodged inside her.
I rocked my hips forward and slid deeper.
She reached between our legs and grabbed my tail plug and rubbed it against my balls. My cock was so hard it ached. Her cunt's contours snagged every curve of my cock. I felt her Marlene cum once and let go of the tail. I kept pounding, my fingers embedded in her fleshy hips and watching her plump ass jiggle.
The tail of the plug caressed my nylon legs keep me violently erect but the plug itself inhibited me from cumming. When I felt her pussy grip me for the third time and my knees ached and my thighs were on the brink of exhaustion. Building deep in the root, my orgasm forcing its way upward to the surface like volcanic lava. I grabbed her hips and pumped her for all I was worth. I felt every hot ounce pushing through the core of my throbbing cock until I exploded inside her.
Quickly, I pulled out turned her around and put her mouth on my pole for a couple of secondary shots in her mouth. Pressing on her shoulders she knelt before me and the rest of my cum went on her face and hair and nose and mouth.
And when I was spent Marlene rubbed her cummy face against my pantyhose and while she fingered the tip of my cock.
"Oh BA-BY!" Her dark eyes penetrated my soul. And I breathed a huge sigh of contentment.
A woman, the woman, I found deliciously, achingly sexy had an amazing kinky side -- experimental, non-judgmental with a dash of dom.
It sounded like a recipe for personal disaster -- and I was ordering off the menu.
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