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Pantyhose
By Ricky
It was an unusually warm Saturday evening in fall and my
boyfriend and I were strolling through the park at
twilight, enjoying the last red rays of the sun as they
brought out the color on the trees. We sat on a secluded
bench as the darkness fell, touching each other gently and
kissing. In the silence of the woods the kisses turned
passionate and soon Mike's hand was sliding under my skirt
and tracing the outline of my bush through my pantyhose.
His other hand began to unbutton my blouse and was soon
caressing my breast.
In a fog of delight I lay back against the bench and felt
his fingers pry the cup of my bra from my breast and caress
my nipple. A few more buttons and my right tit hung free of
my bra, exposed to the world. My lover thoughtfully covered
it with his warm lips and began to suck. His tongue danced
circles around my flesh and flicked over my stiffening
nipple. Soon he settled into a steady rhythm, nursing at my
breast like a baby. I spread my legs further and felt his
hand slide sensuously down my thighs and brush across my
cunt lips. I began to wiggle on the bench as his fingers
traced my clit, but the layers of pantyhose and panties
were in the way. I pulled my skirt higher and was trying to
drop my pantyhose when Mike took his lovely lips from my
breast and dove for my crotch. Before I could do anything
his finger hooked into my hose and he tore a gaping hole in
them. With a tug the thin strip of my panties was torn away
and he plunged his finger into me and began to stroke.
For a second I was pissed off, those pantyhose weren't
cheap, but the waves of pleasure washing from my cunt
quickly diverted my attention. He brushed aside my curly
hair to expose my clit. No sooner had it been uncovered
than Mike's hot tongue began to lick it. With his finger
pumping into me and his tongue gliding over my clit I felt
the waves of orgasm begin to build. The cool caress of the
autumn wind contrasted with Mike's hot and passionate
breath on my crotch and I could feel our mingled juices
dripping down my slit and slowly cooling as they flowed
down my body. Now his finger was sliding out of my vagina
and following the slippery trail of our wetness to play
with my asshole. I slid foreword on the bench to give him
room and his finger, so deliciously drenched from my love
liquid insinuated it's way into my ass. Before he could go
very far I felt myself being lifted by orgasm and strained
mightily not to shout my joy for fear I would attract
attention. I twisted and ground and grunted as Mike drove
his finger deep into my ass and sucked deeply at my
quivering clit.
Before I could come down Mike tore open his fly and plunged
his wonderful prick into me. The bench was the perfect
height and he was able to impale me on his pole while
comfortable resting on his knees. I opened my eyes and
watched in the dim light as his outline shifted each time
he drove his prick into me. It was wonderful, I was in
heaven as he fucked the devil out of me, his manhood
splitting me asunder with each stroke, then pausing for the
merest second before pounding his prick into me again. I
couldn't believe it but I felt my cunt again fill with
pleasure and I slipped over the edge, cumming once again as
he began to groan and fill me with his sperm. He drove
himself as deep as he could into me, then froze as his
penis pulsed and filled me with the last drops of his love
juice while he reminded motionless. With a sigh he
collapsed, pulling his peter from my cunt and cradled his
head on my lap. I kissed his head and we rested a moment
before rearranging our clothes to make a modest retreat
from the park bench. We had been very lucky.
As we walked to the car I could feel the juices dripping
out of me, occasionally landing on my legs with a cool
sensation. With the release of sex my anger returned and I
was again pissed that my underwear was in shreds. Mike, the
SOB, (he was an SOB now) laughed it off and told me to buy
new underwear. Okay, if that's the way he wants it he's
going to learn a lesson, I'll buy some new underwear
alright.
The next morning I warned Mike not to be late for dinner,
because I had something special in mind. I spent that
Sunday afternoon shopping and cooking while Mike watched
Football at a friend's place. When he returned I greeted
him dressed only in my panties and hose. As his eyes
widened I undid his belt, dropping his pants as I shoved
the door closed. His face broke into a grin as I removed
his shorts, but then I led him to the couch and disabused
him of the idea he was going to be laid. From the shopping
bag I took a pair of yellow lace panties and a pair of
queen size pantyhose.
"Okay, bastard, you're going to put these on and wear them
all day, at home and at work, until Friday. If you wreck
them or put runs in them that's too bad, you go out and get
more, and you won't have a prayer of getting laid until I'm
over my mad."
The look on his face was priceless. I picked up his pants
and shorts and left him sitting on the couch in disbelief
as I walked into the bedroom. I threw his pants in the
hamper and returned to the living room, where Mike was
still naked and holding the yellow panties before him. I
took them from his fingers and dropped to my knees. Picking
up his feet I slipped them on, sliding them up to his
thighs. Before he could protest I handed him some dark
pantyhose and told him to put them on. I was getting
nervous, as his face had frozen in a truculent expression,
but suddenly he began to laugh and he tore open the
package, asking me to help him put them on. In no time at
all we were clad only in pantyhose, and I led him to the
dinner table and filled him with his favorite foods.
When we made ready for bed he returned from the shower and
tried to get into bed. I stopped him and said, "You wear
those things 24 hours a day, until Friday or you're cut
off. The only time you can take them off is in the shower
or if you're fucking me." I retrieved the bag from the
living room and proceeded to fill his underwear drawer with
lacy panties and pantyhose, enough to get him through the
week if he were careful.
He looked kind of cute the next morning, putting on a shirt
and tie while wearing pantyhose. When he was dressed you
would never know about his unconventional underwear. We
kissed good-bye and went off to work. I was tempted to call
him several times that day, to see how he was getting on,
but restrained myself. He arrived home just a few minutes
after I did and began to strip as he walked in the door.
Without a word he unbuttoned my dress and lifted it off,
then slipped the snap of my bra and it fell to the floor.
With one quick motion my panties and hose were at my feet
and he picked me up and draped me ass upward on the couch.
Before I knew what was happening he had spread my ass
cheeks and driven his prick into my cunt. I lay there
amazed as he pounded his meat into me. Nothing like this
had ever happened before, where did this lust crazed stud
come from? Just as I began to relax enough to enjoy being
fucked he cried out and filed me with cum.
As his now flaccid prick slid out of me I felt his hands on
my tits as they hung beneath me. His strong, warm fingers
began to massage them, playing with my nipples and swirling
around with delightful attention. So I closed my eyes and
abandoned myself to the feelings. He leaned over and began
to kiss me. His passionate lips covered my neck with
kisses, sending a shiver through my body. His fiery lips
traced a path of ecstasy down my spine as he continued to
caress my breasts. When he reached my ass he quickly
flipped me over and spread my legs as I lay on the couch.
Soon he was sucking my clit, his talented tongue stroking
up and down over me, driving me wild. He probed my slash,
sliding around my pussy lips, darting into me and then
tickling my clit again. After a while Mike began to attack
my vagina, sucking long deep, drawing out the cum he had so
recently filled me with. I lay there for a long, delicious
time, reveling in the sensations of being thoroughly eaten
out, until I came with a rush, bucking almost off the
couch. I lay there dazed in the afterglow as Mike sat
beside me and held me tight.
He finally let me go and told me that he had never been so
aroused as he was that day. The feel of wearing pantyhose
was completely unexpected. Whenever he was not involved in
his work the sensation of pantyhose holding his prick and
balls close to his body drove him wild. No wonder he had
wasted no time screwing me as soon as he got home. I
laughed and told him it was quite all right with me if he
came home horny for the rest of the week, I didn't mind a
bit.
Brother, was he horny. For the rest of the week we screwed
more often then the proverbial rabbits. By Friday he no
longer tore my clothes off as he walked in the door. As we
lay reading in bed I felt my left nipple grow warm as he
rolled over and began to suck. I let my book drop and
closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. His tongue drew
circles around my tit, playing with my nipple, then darting
back and forth before pulling me deep into his mouth. I
felt his hand begin to squeeze my other breast, pulsing and
pressing in time to he licks. His pantyhose clad legs began
to caress mine, a sensation that sent shivers up my spine.
He lifted his head and murmured, "I'm almost sorry it's
Friday, I really liked wearing these things."
Before I could comment he returned to nibbling on my
nipples, and I was too distracted to answer. His hand began
to brush lightly over my crotch, teasing my curly hair and
making promises of pleasure to come. I felt the soft caress
of his nylon clad legs stroking me sensuously from my toes
to my knees. He worked his finger ever so gradually into my
slit, pinching my cunt lips as he went, sucking my tit in
time to his pinches. He filled me with one, then two, then
three fingers, wiggling them around in my cunt, stretching
me open from the inside. The heel of his hand descended on
my clit and he began to rub. With each tiny motion of his
hand he pressed down on my clit, building up my desire, his
fingers in my cunt stretching me with each stroke. My world
was centered on my crotch as he rubbed furiously, driving
me toward ecstasy. I felt his mouth lift from my breast and
a cool breeze crinkled my nipple as he blew on it. That
sent me over the edge, I bucked and drove myself into his
hand as he kept up his rubbing, plunging his fingers deeper
into my vagina.
Suddenly I was empty, and I felt his weight shift beside
me. Then I was full again as his prick filled me. I could
feel his stockings caress me as he twined his legs around
mine, and then he began to pump into me like a madman. The
feel of nylon sliding over my thighs as he fucked me was
indescribable, each time he drove my body upwards as he
slammed his meat home brought a new thrill of desire. I
came again, but still he kept on hammering me with his
dick. I reached out and grabbed his ass, feeling the
waistband of his pantyhose halfway down his ass and pulled
him down into my yearning love tunnel as hard as I could.
With an animal grunt he stiffened and held tightly to my
crotch, exploding deep within my cunt and filling me with
his cream. A few more pumps and he collapsed over me,
breathing like a demented bellows. He barely managed to
pull up his underwear before we fell asleep.
The next morning I got a surprise as I came out of the
shower. Mike was sitting at my makeup table, still in his
pantyhose, trying on one of my wigs. I couldn't resist and
said, "Hey, not bad for a guy. Want to try on one of my
bras and go the whole way?"
He jumped about a mile in the air and turned beet red. I
went over and gave him a big hug and kissed him, running my
hands through his wig.
"I know it seems kind of crazy, but I really don't mind if
you want to try it."
He was still speechless, so I picked up the bra I had lay
out before my bath and put it around him. Of course it
hadn't a prayer of fitting, he's about 50 pounds heavier
and a foot taller than me. Still, I held the ends behind
his back and complimented him on how he looked.
"Come on and get dressed. We can go shopping this morning
if you want and get one that fits."
So that's how I ended up buying a bra for my boyfriend. It
seemed rather silly when we got to the store, but the
memories of the previous night and the deliciously wicked
feeling of doing something so shameless carried me through.
After a visit to the outlet mall we found a dress to fit
him and a pair of very cheap shoes, so cheap I bought a
pair for myself. We returned home where I stripped him and
led him into the bathroom, where I shaved his legs. After
all, if they were going to be visible beneath his hemline,
they ought to be shaved. I don't know why he fussed about
shaving his underarms, but he did until I threatened to
shave him bald if he didn't cooperate. I did let him do his
own face though; he's had lots of practice. Besides, his
blonde beard is so light shaving is not much of a chore for
him.
I felt like I was 10 years old again, playing dress up with
my friends. I got out the dress-up clothes and helped Mike
put them on. We had splurged on matching garter belts and
patterned stockings, so I helped him roll them on, then
slid some pretty blue panties over it all. I was stuck for
a bit trying to figure out what to put in the flapping,
empty cups of his bra, but some cloth tied around a baggie
of sugar did the trick. His "tits" even bounced a bit when
he moved. I had to reach high to drop the dress over his
head and helped him zip up the back. With my wig in place
he looked rather good if I do say so myself. Of course I
couldn't let him outdo me so I put on my finest, a low cut
under-wire bra with lots of cleavage showing, crotchless
panties so I would be ready for anything and the sheerest
blouse I could find with a long skirt.
I only giggled a few times as we ate lunch together. Mike
was still a bit embarrassed, but he made no move to take
the clothes off. In fact, I noticed a distinct bulge under
his skirt toward the end of the meal. The afternoon was a
bit of an anticlimax, I'm afraid. After all the action of
the morning, just sitting around the place doing the usual
Saturday things seemed, well, boring. So about four o'clock
I suggested we go out to dinner. Mike readily agreed and
started for the bedroom.
"Where do you thing you're going?" I asked. "I didn't say
anything about changing before we went out." That stopped
him.
"You're kidding, I can't go out like this. No way!"
That's what he thought, but I was having too much fun to
stop. "A bit of makeup to hide the obvious and we will go
to someplace with low lights and have a wonderful time
enjoying dinner, then take a stroll through the park."
He was torn, he really wanted to go out in his new clothes,
but was scared silly to do it. I was having the time of my
life, I had never gotten a better payback on revenge. To
think this had all started with a pair of torn panties.
With a little more fussing I persuaded him to do what he
wanted to do, and we went out.
I'm sure the waitress twigged to what was going on, but she
was the perfect hostess, with only an appraising glance at
Mike when she thought she wasn't being watched. We left the
restaurant and strolled into the park where the whole thing
began, soon finding the bench we sat at last Sunday.
After a minute I whispered in Mike's ear, "You got the
nerve to fuck me right now. I mean right now, right here!"
In response I felt my blouse being unbuttoned and his warm
hands fondled my breasts. With the deep cut on my bra my
tits were hanging out in no time at all. His hands roamed
freely over my breasts, starting that old familiar feeling
running as I enjoyed his touch. He leaned over and started
to kiss my nipples, but I reminded him he was wearing
makeup; he would have to be satisfied with hands and prick
tonight. With a murmur he courteously slid his hand under
my skirt and plunged his fingers into my cunt without any
preliminaries. I was pleased at my forethought in wearing
crotchless panties, and could hardly wait to feel his cum
dripping down my legs. Perhaps he was worried about being
caught fucking me in a dress, but he went right to work on
my clit, rubbing and stroking just the way I like it.
I came in no time, and he lifted his skirt, dropped his
panties and plowed his swollen member deep into me on that
perfectly raised park bench. This time I kept my eyes open,
watching his fake tits bounce as he drove his dick into me.
It was sexy as hell fucking in the uncanny silence of the
park. He was so feminine on top and nothing but male below.
He said nothing, keeping his silence but when I felt him
start to slide in and out with less friction, I knew his
cum was filling me and he had found his release. He rose
and demurely smoothed his shirt, then sat next to me. I
stuffed by tits back into my bra, buttoned up my blouse and
adjusted my hemline, and we sat there for a few minutes
before we strolled home.
When we got there Mike smeared my thighs with makeup while
I sucked his beautiful cock under the tent of his dress. I
just love being able to run my hands over his nylons while
he sucks my clit!
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