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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 emergency-stop rope. Together we pulled the safety bar down and put our skis on the narrow footrest.
″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, they′re women′s pantyhose. They have feet and a French-lacy panty design at the top.″
My throat thickened and I swallowed hard.
″Remember that, you′re wearing women′s silky nylons – no pretending otherwise.″ Her cheeks rose with a smile. ″You can admit it. You like the way they feel, huh?″
I absolutely loved the feel – and the naughty little secret – but couldn′t say it out loud.
She placed her thickly gloved hand on the thigh of my ski pants and slid it to my crotch. ″It′s okay Sweetie. Everyone has a little kink. I′d be disappointed if you didn′t. Besides, yours is cute – not too weird – but just enough.″
My throat thickened and despite the cold, I blushed.
″And of course, the pantyhose are yours now – since you came in them.″ She stared at 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.
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.
We rode to the top in silence. Two specific thongs of hers 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 mouth went dry.
All day we raced each other down the slopes challenging each other to ski harder and faster. Every ride up the lift 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 to the top that she didn′t remind me how girly her pantyhose were, how kinky I was and how much she adored it.
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 a short sweater that barely covered my belly and the lacy-top pantyhose.
We ate soft cheese with hard crackers; the heavy, red wine went right to my head. As I opened the second bottle, I glanced at myself in the wall mirror. Though the wine had pushed judgment to the back of my mind, I still mentally 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, unsure what she meant, but both apprehensive and eager to find out.
Marlene smiled and gave me a mischievous feline smile before she crossed the room and curled up beside me on the loveseat. She slipped her had inside the pantyhose and rolled back my foreskin so the nylon rested directly on my thickening plum. Carefully, she slipped her hand out, making sure I was completely exposed. With the tips of her fingernails, she drew circles on the nylon as she stared at my twitching cock.
My breathing was short, sharp and shallow.
Using her thumb, she rubbed my cock-hole making it weep. 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.″
As she positioned herself, 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 bounced on my face. I kept my tongue raised for her; I could barely breathe. Her moans came louder and faster. I 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 short straps used for keeping pairs of skis together.
″Kinky boy who likes to wear pantyhose and get face-fucked. Mm, I never would have suspected ′Mr. Innocent′ would be into this kind of thing – except for this.″
Soft fur tickled my throat then my chin and cheeks and nose. I smiled reflexively.
New Year′s Eve we had both made vague resolutions to do more interesting things in the upcoming year. Travel had been mentioned and the following week – as a sort-of joke – I had given her a fox-tail butt plug. The plug was medium small so as not to be intimidating and the tail was soft and thick and puffy; silver with a white tip and 18 inches long. I had told her at the time I was dying to see how foxy she was. Now, I was sure she would show me.
She ran the tail over to my naked chest, with extra time on my nipples, before running the furry tail between my legs. I dripped.
″Spread your legs and don′t move.″ Marlene pulled the pantyhose away from my crotch.
I heard a snip and a tear. Pressure on my cock eased.
She had cut a long slit and let my cock spring free and straight into the velvet heaven of her mouth. Sucking and caressing and rolling and tugging my balls made me drip like a faucet. She brought me to the edge, again and again. I was in ecstasy but badly wanting release. 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 caught me by surprise. 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.
″Make it easy on yourself and relax,″ she cooed.
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 the plug, pushed hard and took my anal 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 and removed my blindfold. Stepping back, Marlene circled me, looking me up and down. I felt her stroke and tug the fox tail; my cock bounced freely. A side glance to the full-length 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 sweet hot juice. I want to feel your cum inside and then running down my leg … and one of us is going to lick it up.″
Her words got the attention of both my heads.
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, placed my hands on her breasts and bent over. She groaned, reached between her legs and pushed my cock 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 her pussy gripped my cock for the third time, my knees ached and my thighs were on the brink of exhaustion. Building deep in my root, my load forced 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, they′re women′s pantyhose. They have feet and a French-lacy panty design at the top.″
My throat thickened and I swallowed hard.
″Remember that, you′re wearing women′s silky nylons – no pretending otherwise.″ Her cheeks rose with a smile. ″You can admit it. You like the way they feel, huh?″
I absolutely loved the feel – and the naughty little secret – but couldn′t say it out loud.
She placed her thickly gloved hand on the thigh of my ski pants and slid it to my crotch. ″It′s okay Sweetie. Everyone has a little kink. I′d be disappointed if you didn′t. Besides, yours is cute – not too weird – but just enough.″
My throat thickened and despite the cold, I blushed.
″And of course, the pantyhose are yours now – since you came in them.″ She stared at 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.
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.
We rode to the top in silence. Two specific thongs of hers 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 mouth went dry.
All day we raced each other down the slopes challenging each other to ski harder and faster. Every ride up the lift 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 to the top that she didn′t remind me how girly her pantyhose were, how kinky I was and how much she adored it.
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 a short sweater that barely covered my belly and the lacy-top pantyhose.
We ate soft cheese with hard crackers; the heavy, red wine went right to my head. As I opened the second bottle, I glanced at myself in the wall mirror. Though the wine had pushed judgment to the back of my mind, I still mentally 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, unsure what she meant, but both apprehensive and eager to find out.
Marlene smiled and gave me a mischievous feline smile before she crossed the room and curled up beside me on the loveseat. She slipped her had inside the pantyhose and rolled back my foreskin so the nylon rested directly on my thickening plum. Carefully, she slipped her hand out, making sure I was completely exposed. With the tips of her fingernails, she drew circles on the nylon as she stared at my twitching cock.
My breathing was short, sharp and shallow.
Using her thumb, she rubbed my cock-hole making it weep. 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.″
As she positioned herself, 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 bounced on my face. I kept my tongue raised for her; I could barely breathe. Her moans came louder and faster. I 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 short straps used for keeping pairs of skis together.
″Kinky boy who likes to wear pantyhose and get face-fucked. Mm, I never would have suspected ′Mr. Innocent′ would be into this kind of thing – except for this.″
Soft fur tickled my throat then my chin and cheeks and nose. I smiled reflexively.
New Year′s Eve we had both made vague resolutions to do more interesting things in the upcoming year. Travel had been mentioned and the following week – as a sort-of joke – I had given her a fox-tail butt plug. The plug was medium small so as not to be intimidating and the tail was soft and thick and puffy; silver with a white tip and 18 inches long. I had told her at the time I was dying to see how foxy she was. Now, I was sure she would show me.
She ran the tail over to my naked chest, with extra time on my nipples, before running the furry tail between my legs. I dripped.
″Spread your legs and don′t move.″ Marlene pulled the pantyhose away from my crotch.
I heard a snip and a tear. Pressure on my cock eased.
She had cut a long slit and let my cock spring free and straight into the velvet heaven of her mouth. Sucking and caressing and rolling and tugging my balls made me drip like a faucet. She brought me to the edge, again and again. I was in ecstasy but badly wanting release. 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 caught me by surprise. 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.
″Make it easy on yourself and relax,″ she cooed.
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 the plug, pushed hard and took my anal 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 and removed my blindfold. Stepping back, Marlene circled me, looking me up and down. I felt her stroke and tug the fox tail; my cock bounced freely. A side glance to the full-length 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 sweet hot juice. I want to feel your cum inside and then running down my leg … and one of us is going to lick it up.″
Her words got the attention of both my heads.
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, placed my hands on her breasts and bent over. She groaned, reached between her legs and pushed my cock 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 her pussy gripped my cock for the third time, my knees ached and my thighs were on the brink of exhaustion. Building deep in my root, my load forced 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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