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Bossed into panties - Part 3 Chapter 8: Maid in trouble With recent events praying heavily on his mind, Peter drove to Lucy's house in a bit of a daze, barely noticing the journey. He really didn't want to go but he knew there'd be trouble if he didn't, and right now he couldn't see any easy way out of their blackmailing antics. Lucy opened the front door and beckoned him in. "Good, you're on time. Come on then, don't be shy. My parents are out for the evening so we won't be interrupted" she giggled. Peter hardly thought that was anything to be pleased about. In fact, it sounded quite ominous. Reluctantly he followed her into the living room where he found three of her friends waiting for him, plus Sophie, her five year old niece. Lucy introduced her boss but it was pretty obvious they knew all about him. "So, this is the little cutie-pie that likes to play dress-up" Tessa smiled, looking him up and down. She was a sexy looking black girl with plenty of attitude, a reputation for chasing men, and a loathing of wimpy white boys like Peter. There was something about her. It was strange but Peter immediately knew he fancied her. Maybe it was her sassy attitude, or maybe the very full rounded bottom that he was attracted to. He never could understand why black girls seemed to have the sexiest asses. Given his current dilemma and the way in which she'd just addressed him, you would have expected him to be at least a little apprehensive of what lay ahead but instead, he simply reverted to type, ogling her bum and her ample breasts moving about inside the white T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples stuck out like little black corks. A girl with big boobs has to have nice firm ones to go without a bra, he mused. She was also wearing a clingy white skirt that ended around mid thigh and moulded itself to those round fleshy buttocks. He wondered what colour knickers she was wearing... oh how nice, they were little white ones and... he could just make out the sexy panty lines... bikini style, not too big and not too skimpy either... very nice indeed! "Don't you dare look me over like that... like some piece of meat" she spat. "Jesus, he's checking out my knickers." she said, tugging at the hem of her skirt. "You dirty sod. If my boyfriend catches you doing that, he'll skin you alive." Peter gave her a filthy look but said nothing. Never mind her boyfriend, she looked like she could handle herself if she needed to, he thought. He certainly didn't fancy mixing it with her anyway. "So, would our cutie-pie like to be prettied up by a nice black girl eh?" she goaded him. The girls giggled as he shifted nervously from one foot to another. All apart from Sophie who wouldn't have understood, and in any event, was still engrossed in her book and barely even acknowledged him. "Sophie, don't be rude. Aren't you going to say hello to Peter. Go on, say hello, sweetheart" Lucy prompted. The little girl looked up, clearly disinterested. "Hi" she said in a quiet voice, sounding bored. "Peter's going to be a bridesmaid just like you Sophie. He's come over here to see his dress." Peter looked at her in shock. "What!!" The other girls in the room were all sniggering, trying to restrain themselves. It took a few moments for it to register with Sophie, then suddenly she was interested. Her face lit up with a broad smile. "Boys can't be bridesmaids!" she announced with a little giggle. "Well, most bridesmaids are girls but there's really nothing to stop a boy from being one if he wants to, is there girls?" "And he does SO want to" Tessa added. Oh yes, he's going to make the sweetest little bridesmaid. Mummy won't recognise her little darling once we've finished with him, will she girls?" She walked around, checking him out from behind. "Mmmm, nice tight ass. How cute is that?" she purred, fondling his bottom, "nice rounded buttocks... a girl's bottom! Just perfect for putting into girl's panties" she chuckled. "Get off me!" he demanded, pulling away. "Mmm, I think I'm going to have me a pretty little bridesmaid before the night's out" she roared with laughter, licking her lips. "Honestly Tessa, control yourself" Lucy giggled. "Now then Peter, I expect you want know about your responsibilities, don't you?" Lucy continued. Peter said nothing, sighed and looked away. Another one of their stupid little games he thought. Best let them get it over with. "Pay attention now. First of all, you're going to help me send out all the invitations, but that's the easy bit. After that, you'll need to get together with the other girls to organise the lingerie shower. Of course you'll be coming to that along with all my girlfriends. And if you're a very good boy, I might even let you model some of it for us. That would be fun wouldn't it? Then we've got a full wedding rehearsal to go to, and on the day, you'll be helping me with my dress... bet you'll enjoy that bit won't you?" she laughed. "Oh and then at the reception, you'll need to dance with each of the groomsmen." She giggled at the fraught look on his face. "That's right, you're going to dance with the boys. Oh, you're going to enjoy that. A couple of them are really dishy, though there's one who's a right animal... hands everywhere." she laughed. "I'll be amazed if he doesn't try to make out with you." Whilst Lucy had been busy explaining everything, Sophie was obviously thinking it all through. "Will he have to wear a dress then?" she asked, suddenly looking more interested and putting her book down. "He'd look really FUNNY in a dress." she laughed. Peter looked at Lucy with a pained expression and began to shake his head. "Well of course he'll have to wear a dress, darling. He'd look pretty silly as a bridesmaid in a man's suit wouldn't he?" Sophie was laughing out loud now. "Is he going to wear a dress like mine?" she squealed. "Is he... is he? Can I help to dress him... pleeeeease." "CERTAINLY NOT!" Lucy replied, looking serious. "Ohhhhh." she groaned in a disappointed voice. "Well, can I see my dress then Auntie? I've been waiting ages. Can I see it now?" "Yes dear, I think we'll all go upstairs and you can get changed. Peter, you lead the way. Top of the stairs, turn left and it's the first door." Peter was rooted to the spot but the black girl made another grab for him and that stirred him into action. He reluctantly made his way upstairs and opened the door into Lucy's bedroom where he came face to face with her two teenage nieces, Christine and Carol, who were to be the other two bridesmaids. They'd already changed and were in fits of giggles, trying to figure out how to walk and sit down demurely in their long skirts. "I expect you remember Christine, don't you" Lucy said, introducing them. Christine gave him a little smile. Peter knew he'd seen her somewhere before and it suddenly clicked. Lucy had brought her to work last summer as part of a schoolwork experience project. He'd been totally against the idea of some kid hanging around the office for a week but Personnel had overruled him. He was furious, and unfortunately for Christine, had decided that her work experience would consist of nothing more than photocopying and filing. She was a bright girl and was bored silly with the mindless tasks he'd given her, but worse than that, he completely ignored her every day and generally made her feel like she was just in the way. "Um yes, yes I think I remember" he replied, glancing at her furtively and feeling very uncomfortable that she knew who he was. "I certainly remember you" Christine grinned. She'd waited a long time for this moment and she was so looking forward to the next couple of hours. Lucy was quite taken aback at the girls in their long dresses. "My God, you two look drop dead gorgeous. Those dresses make you look so sophisticated and mature. I'm going to have to keep an eye on you at the wedding, I don't want any of the girls complaining about you stealing their men, do I?" she laughed. "Now, do you remember I told you about Peter being one of the bridesmaids?" Christine chuckled. "We could hardly forget something like that could we? I can't wait to see him dressed." she laughed. "And you're still OK about helping him with the dress?" Peter looked horrified. "Oh, you bet. He was SO helpful with my work experience, it's the very least we can do isn't it?" "Yeah, we're so looking forward to getting our new bridesmaid into his pretty little dress. He's going to look really cute once we've finished with him" her sister laughed. "Oh that's good. He'll obviously need some help and I'll be busy on the day, so if you can take care of him that'll be a huge weight off my mind." Meanwhile, Sophie had seen her dress hanging up and was dying to try it on. "It's my favourite colour Auntie. I love pink, isn't it pretty?" "You'll find the petticoat and other things on the bed Sophie. Why don't we go next door and you can try it all on?" she suggested. The little girl was already rummaging through the explosion of frothy, lacy underwear laid out on the bed and quickly came across a pair of pink and extremely frilly panties. "Oh what are these? I'm not wearing these Auntie, they're all frilly... ugh" she screamed, holding them at arms length. Calm down Sophie..." "They're frilly baby's knickers and I'm not wearing them... NO, NO, NO!" she screamed indignantly, stamping her feet in protest and heading toward a full-blown tantrum. "Ssssh darling, they're not for you sweetheart" Lucy tried to calm her down. "Look, these are yours" and she gave her a pair of white cotton knickers. They weren't completely plain but neither were they fussy. There was just the merest hint of pink lace around the legs. "See, they're OK, aren't they?" "Hmmm, yes I suppose so" she replied, her face looking like thunder but sounding a little more reassured. "But who are these for then" she asked, holding the mass of pink nylon frills at arms length, as if they had a nasty smell. It was all going perfectly and this was the moment that Lucy had been looking forward to all day. "Well, they're not mine darling. A bride always wears white lingerie under her white dress. And I think Christine and Carol have got their knickers, haven't you girls?" "Yes, we're all in white underneath" they replied in a smug voice. "So... let's see now" Lucy smiled, taking the knickers from her niece and looking round the room. "Who have we got left? Who could they be for? Who would like to wear a pair of little girl's pink knickers ... pink frilly ones to be precise, under their dress? I wonder..." Lucy deliberately took her time, teasingly glancing from one smiling face to another as she toyed with the rows of frills. "Who do you think Sophie... mmm?" The girls were all trying to stifle their giggles, some more successfully than others. Tessa gave Peter a wicked smile, then bent down and whispered in Sophie's ear. The little girl's face broke into a broad grin as she turned to Peter. He was dreading what was coming next. She seemed to take an age... then... "HIM!" she squealed. "Make HIM wear them Auntie, make him wear the frilly knickers under his dress, PLEEEASE can he wear them." she begged. Lucy laughed out loud and approached Peter with the panties. "Well I don't know. It is a nice idea Sophie. Do you think they'd suit him dear?" she teased, holding them up to his waist. "Oh yes, yes" she screamed, jumping up and down. "But sweetheart, they're very frilly and so girly, and Peter isn't exactly a girl is he? I mean, it would be very embarrassing for a boy to have to wear such girlish knickers wouldn't it? Now you don't want him to feel all embarrassed do you?" "Yes, yes, make him wear them Auntie, please make him", she screamed. "Mmmm, well perhaps you're right. He would look rather cute in pink frills wouldn't he? Right, that's settled then, we'll let you wear them Peter. They'll help you feel all nice and girly under your dress... won't they Sophie?" she teased him. "Oh yes. You're going to look so S W E E E E E T." Sophie drawled, revelling in his embarrassment. "Oh yes, so S W E E E E E T." Tessa echoed in a childlike, mocking voice. He wished the ground could swallow him up, his mind frantically searching for a way out of this total humiliation. "Look, I'm not going through with this charade so you may as well stop, right now" he spluttered in desperation. "What... and lose your precious job for the sake of wearing a silly dress. No, I don't think so" she replied, quickly dismissing his protest. Christine and Carol were loving it, and really getting into the swing of ridiculing him. "You'll have to be careful if it's a windy day. You don't want your skirts blowing up... or you'll be showing all those frills off to everyone... yeah, and then you'll have all the boys chasing you" Christine laughed. "Yeah, like at school the other day" Carol complained. "I had half the boys in my class after me when this stupid cow told some guy I was wearing red lacy knickers under my school skirt." "Well, that is what you were wearing for God's sake... and they were satin with fancy lace across the front. Anyway, it was just a joke." "A joke, huh! They waited for me after school and held me upside down while absolutely everyone walked past. I was SO embarrassed. All those horrid boys, making fun of my knickers. One of them even tried to pull them down for Christ sake. You wait, I'll get even with you for that!" "Oh Carol, you poor thing. That was a terrible thing to do, Christine" Lucy said. "Well... she deserved it. She wears these really short skirts and she's always flashing her knickers at the boys." "I AM NOT." Carol complained. "YOU ARE SO." "Girls, girls! Can we have this discussion another time please? We haven't got all night, and my parents will be home. We'll take Sophie next door while you two get Peter into his dress, OK?" "Oh but I want to help" Sophie replied. "Can't I help put his knickers on?" she giggled. Lucy looked angry now. "Right that's it young lady. Let's have you next door this instant" and she picked her up and asked one of the others to bring Sophie's clothes with her. "Remember girls, any trouble, the merest peep out of him, just give us a shout, OK?" "Fine. You're not going to be any trouble though are you?" Christine smiled at him. Peter found himself alone with the two teenagers. He knew Christine was sixteen and guessed Carol to be a few years younger, maybe thirteen. In fact she was fifteen, but at just four feet ten inches and so petite, it was easy to see why people thought she was younger. Christine, on the other hand was a tall, well-developed girl. She seemed very mature and self assured, quite cocky in fact. "That's your dress" Christine broke the silence, pointing to the wardrobe. Peter stared opened mouthed at the dress hanging on the door. At first sight it looked like theirs but then he began to realise it was a much younger style, almost the same as Sophie's dress. He took in the details, aghast at just how juvenile and girlish it was. For a start, it was quite short, the full skirt would end up about three inches above his knee. The short and puffy sleeves were made of a soft translucent material, gathered by a pretty white ribbon tied into a bow, and decorated with fancy lace frills that matched those around the sweetheart neckline. There was a lot more of the frilly lace down the bodice and then the satin skirt flared out from the gathered waist, with a floaty pink chiffon overlay on top. This had four rows of white frills, individually edged in pink lace, the last one decorating the hemline. To finish off, there was a broad white satin ribbon that would undoubtedly tie into a large bow at the back. His face was crimson. He shivered. The thought of wearing such a juvenile dress was making him feel quite faint. Carol took it down and held it in front of him. The whole thing was ultra girlish and she couldn't wait to see him in it. "Your very own little bridesmaids dress. Not many guys get the chance to do this, do they? Aren't you the lucky one eh? Now come on, you'd better get undressed, we've got lots to do" she giggled. Peter stood motionless. He knew there was no real choice but he couldn't bring himself to undress in front of the two teenagers. Christine looked annoyed. He was going to be trouble, she could tell. "Aunt Lucy..." she yelled down the hallway. "OK, OK. Give us a chance for God's sake." he protested. Self consciously, he turned round and pulled his shirt off. There was a little gasp, a giggle and some whispering from behind him. He slid his trousers down and there was another giggle. He turned round. "Ooooh, nice underwear. Pretty, pretty!" Christine exploded with laughter. He'd forgotten that he was still wearing the pale blue satin camisole and panty set and cursed under his breath. "Behind with the laundry, are we?" "Pardon." "I guess you ran out of boxers and had to borrow your girlfriend's stuff." "Er, yeah. Something like that" he mumbled, feeling both ashamed and annoyed at the same time... As they teased him about his embarrassing underwear, he glanced uncomfortably at the frothy items on the bed... just waiting for him. His heart missed a beat as he surveyed the pile of silky, frilly, lace trimmed girl's underwear. "Come on, those as well" Christine smiled, pointing at his female underwear. "We've got some much prettier things for you to try" she added. He gave a long sigh as once again he turned round and slid out of the camisole and panties, then turned reluctantly to face them, his hands strategically placed to hide his embarrassment. He was completely nude, stark dripping NAKED, and there was a definite certainty that they were about to dress him in the most shameful of GIRL'S UNDERWEAR waiting for him on the bed. He looked at the frothy garments with trepidation. They weren't simply items of underwear, they could only be described as lingerie. And not just any old lingerie either. This was the prettiest, the frilliest, and the most girlish lingerie that any little girl had ever worn... yet it wasn't a girl that would be wearing it. It was destined for him... a boy! The girls giggled at his discomfort. "That's better. OK, I'll toss the coin, you shout" Christine told her sister. "Heads" she called. "Yesss, it's heads!" Carol yelled gleefully. Peter looked puzzled. "That means I get to dress you." she proudly explained. "Oh great!" he muttered. Trust the younger of the two girls to win! And not only was she young, but she looked so sweet with that angelic little face and long blonde hair. The thought of being put into that frilly dress by a cute little girl younger than his sister, made him shiver with fear. He just knew that this was going to be the most embarrassing day of his life. "Nice legs" Christine complimented him. "Hardly any hair at all" Carol added. "Have you shaved them specially?" she asked with a grin. "Look. I'm just not very hairy OK? Nothing wrong with that is there?" he replied, sounding annoyed. "All the guys I know are real hairy" Christine responded. "Me too" Carol agreed. "They look so much more manly don't they?" "Well this is one guy that isn't... I mean isn't hairy... OK?" he repeated. "OK, OK. Keep you hair on" Carol giggled, and then realised what she'd said and burst out laughing. She then began the task of gathering up the legs of the sheer nylon pantyhose ready for him to step into. "Aren't we going to paint his toenails first" she queried. "No you bloody well aren't" he replied, quickly. "Now, now. That's not very ladylike is it?" Christine berated him. "We haven't got time today, but we will for the wedding. Remind me to get some nice pink nail varnish Carol." "OK." She was now ready with the pantyhose. "Normally, you'd wear these over your panties, but your gorgeous little frillies are simply too precious to be hidden so we're going to put these on first" she explained. "Sit down pretty-boy and I'll slip them up your legs for you." Reluctantly he sat down, carefully maintaining his hands firmly over his nether region. He was literally squirming at the thought of what she was about to do. "Sit still, for God's sake. Come on, I won't bite" said Carol. She gradually worked the pantyhose up each leg before telling him to stand so she could pull them up the last few inches to his waist. "Oh, don't be such a baby." He still had his hands covering his private parts as she tugged the sheer nylon well above his waist. There was no- where for him to hide his shame now. The girls could see he understood his predicament when his shoulders suddenly slumped in submission. "Now the socks" she said, guiding his feet into a pair of childish, white ruffled ankle socks. "Oh yes, very cute. OK then, shall we put your pretty little panties on now, Peter?" Carol inquired, her voice heavily laced with juvenile sarcasm. "Now listen, you two" he began. "That's far enough. You've had your fun, so just back off. Everyone involved in these stupid little games is going to be in for a hell of a time once I'm through with them. If you stop now, I'll be lenient, OK?" He was bemused. For a moment it was if they hadn't heard a word he'd said. Then Christine looked him in the eye and slapped him so hard across the face, he nearly fell over. He couldn't have anticipated it. No girl had ever hit him like that before. He was stunned and with his face stinging like crazy, was about to complain when she suddenly slapped him again, only harder. "Shut up" she said in a controlled voice. Now he really was scared. "One more word out of you and I'll call Aunt Lucy and tell her you were trying to touch me up." Carole smiled as if nothing had happened. "Pass me the knickers." she asked her sister. She took them eagerly and held them up in front of him, making sure he had a good look at what was coming. "It's time for little bridesmaids to step into their pretty little knickers, and you're such a lucky little bridesmaid to have such dainty little undies to wear aren't you? They're just the darlingest little knickers aren't they? You can say bye-bye to boring old boy's pants, and hello to satin, frills and lace!" she laughed. She held them open at his feet but he still couldn't bring himself to step into them and she had to literally force his feet into the legs. "What's a matter with you?" she said, struggling a little. "It's not your first time in knickers is it? We saw what you were wearing earlier, didn't we? Mind you, I suppose they were ladies knickers... grown up's panties, whereas these... oh these are so precious" she giggled mischievously as she slipped the frilled nylon up to his thighs. "Your very own pair of little girls' knickers... gorgeous pink frilly knickers for our gorgeous little bridesmaid. You know, this gives me an idea how I can get even with those damned boys at school. I'd like to see their faces if I could get them into some frilly panties like these, that'd teach them to mess with me" she mused. She was deliberately taking her time getting them up round his waist to prolong the agony. "Hey Chris, did you see the way Sophie reacted when she thought she was going to have to wear them?" "I know, mind you I'm not surprised." Christine giggled. "Even Sophie's too grown up for frilly knickers now... but then if he's not used to girls' stuff, he's got to start at the beginning hasn't he? Do you remember having to wear knickers like that when we were little? I hated them... all those frills sewn in across the back... the stitching used to make my bottom all itchy." Carol giggled at the thought. "Yeah I remember... and there's nothing worse than scratchy knickers." She made sure they were pulled up nice and tight and fitted snugly into his crotch before releasing the elastic and letting it snap loudly around his waist. To Peter's relief, the knickers didn't feel at all scratchy. Instead, the exquisite feeling of the silky satin and gossamer thin nylon gliding over his flesh was enough to make his penis harden. "Oh doesn't he look a darling? All pink and embarrassed, how cute. Isn't he a good little boy, letting me dress him in girl's knickers?" Carol observed. "I know. I can't think of many guys that would let you do that." Christine teased. "Right, you can take your hands away now Peter, they're spoiling the line" Carol said, fussing over the panties, and straightening each row of frills. He was shivering with fright as she touched him, yet he couldn't stop her either. He was loving it! Her hand was brushing the front of his panties, gently touching his penis through the lacy frills. "You can have all sorts of little girl dreams in these can't you" she mocked. He flinched. She was so close to the truth, if only she knew! "Mmmm, something's stirring in here." she taunted, and ran her slender fingers up and down the bulge at the front as if she was trying to gauge its size. She'd never touched a boy down there before but she'd secretly watched her sister one night doing the same thing to her boyfriend and been fascinated at the way it had rapidly grown in size in her expert hands. "Hey, he likes this, Christine" she giggled enthusiastically. "Well of course he does you idiot!" she replied, annoyed that her little sister was getting fresh with him. "Here, let me. You're too young for this" and she practically shoved her out the way. Carol was furious that her sister always treated her like a little girl but she knew deep down that she was probably getting out of her depth. "I'll show you what they like, what they really, really like, shall I? But don't you dare tell Mum OK, or you're in BIG trouble. Right then, let's see what we have in here shall we" and she started to ease the waistband down. "Look, what do you think you're doing?" Peter panicked and tried to push her away. "Uh, uh. You want me to get everyone back in here... tell them how you've been trying it on with me and Carol, mmm?" He looked very sheepish. He knew she would too. "That's better. Now then, I'm going to give you a nice wank. I've never known a boy that didn't like a girl doing that for him. You know you want me to don't you?" she whispered as she slipped both the panties and the pantyhose down to reveal his swollen manhood. "Oooh yes, I think you're a little excited aren't you." "Look, he fancies me" she giggled to her younger sister. "You fancy me don't you Peter? You do don't you, I can tell." she teased, taking hold of his penis. He winced with a desperate anticipation as his manhood twitched in her hand. "Do you know, I was terrified of you when I was working at your place last summer. I remember how you had me doing all that filing in your office. I was bent over so long my back was killing me. And all you could do was sit there and stare up my skirt, you bad boy. You couldn't take your eyes off my knickers could you, dirty sod? Anyway, now I know why you were so interested in my panties. You're just a big sissy really. You couldn't wait to get your pink panties on, could you?" She was stroking him, nice and slow. "Mmmm, is that nice? Oh yes. You boys just love to have a girl wank you, don't you?" she said dreamily, gently moving her fist up and down his shaft, watching his face as his breathing quickened and his eyes closed in bliss. "He's getting quite big" Carol said excitedly, observing the growth in his penis. "Huh! I wouldn't exactly call that big." Christine said with derision. "Come on pretty boy... nice and slow... ooh yes, doesn't that feel nice... mmm, that's it Peter, make it stand up for me... show me what a big boy you are inside your panties, that's right." She turned to her younger sister. "Now watch carefully Carol. When you get a serious boyfriend, you'll need to know how to do this to do to keep him happy." "Why?" "Well otherwise he'll be trying to get into your pants at every opportunity and you can't have that. Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen" she laughed. "Look, I'm starting nice and slow and working right up to the tip. That's the sensitive bit, so nice and gently over that and then down again to the base. Easy isn't it? Then you can start to work it a little harder, then a bit faster, and then you just keep it going till they shoot. "Oh let me do it" Carol insisted, dying to take over from her sister. Christine hesitated. "Well alright but remember, not too fast. Feel how hard it is now." "Mmmm." Carol took his swollen penis in her hand yet easily managed to stretch her tiny fingers around it. Slowly and deliberately, her delicate little fingers continued to manipulate him just as her sister had instructed. "How's that?" she asked her sister, ignoring his gasps. She was learning quickly now, and with a level of expertise that belied her experience she suddenly slid the foreskin right back. He took a sharp intake of breath and Carol felt his penis throbbing, the blood pounding beneath her touch. She looked into his eyes and smiled. She knew she could do anything she wanted to him now. He was completely under her control and she was loving it. Peter moaned as she deftly pulled the foreskin back down the shaft stretching the skintight before she started an upward stroke to bring the foreskin right over the tip of the glans. She squeezed the end before pushing the soft skin back down the shaft again. "Mmm, do you think he's ready now?" she giggled. "Nearly" Christine replied. "Here, let me show you" she said, taking over again and picking up the pace. Peter was in heaven and dying for them to finish him off. But the two teenagers were oblivious to his needs and carried on chatting about the techniques of boy wanking, in a practical and quite detached manner. "So how often do you need to do it?" "Depends. Maybe five or six times a week. More, if you've got yourself a really horny guy." "Do you do it for that new guy you're dating?" "Of course." "Five or six times a week?" Carol persisted. "More like every day" Christine replied. "He's so horny, he's always trying it on." "Jeez. Every day! So, what do you do if that doesn't... you know... satisfy them?" "Well. Next stage, you pretend they've got an ice cream down here, and put it in your mouth" Christine laughed. "Noooo! How gross! And after that..." "Well, you have to let them shag you properly, but not too often or they get complacent." "Are you gonna pretend he's got an ice cream?" she asked. "Huh, you must be joking. I'm not even going to let him cum, it's far too messy. But you get the general idea" and she suddenly stopped her manipulation. He groaned as she removed her hand leaving him in limbo, then yanked his underwear back up, struggling to get his hard-on back inside his knickers. Peter gasped, panting for breath in frustration. "Bad boy! Look what a state you're in. We'll have to get your girlfriend to finish you off later won't we? Now then, let's continue with getting you ready shall we?" Deflated, he resigned himself to the next stage of his humiliation. At least he was used to the next item. It was a white satin camisole that Carol slid easily down over his chest. "You won't be needing a bra, your dress is a bit too young for that... maybe next time we'll have a big girl's dress for you and a pretty bra to go underneath eh?" she teased. Christine had the petticoat all ready for him. "Listen to this" she said, shaking it out. It rustled beautifully. "We'll be able to hear wherever you are in this." she laughed. He looked at in dismay. "What's a matter? Don't you like the petticoat, sweetheart?" she asked. "There are six layers and God knows how many yards of silky material. Sylvia's even added a lining of super slippery satin so it won't feel scratchy against your legs. Wasn't that thoughtful of her?" she smiled, handing it to Carol. "My goodness, all these pretty layers. Oh it's simply divine isn't it? There's no chance of any VPL under this little lot." she laughed, admiring the way it flared out. "And it'll also hide that nasty bulge at the front, won't it?" She held the petticoat to his waist, prolonging the agony as Peter let out another deep sigh. "OK, OK, I can see you're tired of waiting. Let's get you petticoated then." She held it open for him but once again, he couldn't bring himself to step into it voluntarily and once again she had to guide his feet. As she pulled it up his legs, he began to realise just how full it really was and the effect it was going to have on the dress. The slippery satin brushed over his legs as Carol pulled it tight around his waist and tied it behind with a big bow. "Ooh that's lovely." she cooed, fluffing out the layers and swishing it sensuously across his thighs. His penis was reacting, as he knew it would and he was at least grateful that the volume of the petticoat was hiding his shameful reaction. Ironically, the girls appeared to sense what was happening. Maybe it was the heavier breathing, his sweaty palms, or the glazed look in his eyes. Either that or they just guessed that he was experiencing all those unfamiliar, feminine, sensual feelings. "So, what's it like to be wearing such a gorgeous petticoat? Feeling nice and girlish are we? That's good. It's nice to see a boy who's not afraid to show his feminine side isn't it Christine? Like you said, I can't imagine any other guys letting us dress them up in girls' knickers and frilly petticoats." Christine sniggered. "Well, none of my boyfriends would anyway. I like a guy who's a real man... a man who wants to get into my panties... not wear them" she added thoughtfully." "So you haven't got Kevin into any of your stuff then" Carol laughed. "Jesus, he'd kill me if I even hinted that he try a pair of my knickers" she replied, "let alone a petticoat. Oh my God what a thought!" she collapsed with laughter. Peter felt such a sissy. He looked highly embarrassed and was such an adorable shade of red as they continued to fuss round him, making minor adjustments to the length of the petticoat and ensuring it played around his thighs as much as possible. It was making him squirm and they knew it. "OK. Here comes number two" Carol informed him, holding another frothy creation of lace and frills. Peter looked aghast. "What? Oh God, not another one. What the hell do I need another one for?" he asked in despair, breaking his silence. The girls spluttered with laughter at his little outburst. "The first one was just a base petticoat, silly... to hold the skirt out and give the dress the right shape. This is the one that really counts though, the one that shows, and that everyone, and I really do mean everyone... is going to see. Every gust of wind, every little movement, whenever you walk up stairs or sit down... you'll be showing all these frilly layers of gorgeous lace under that dress. That's why it's so pretty, you idiot." Peter looked shocked and shamed at the thought of people seeing him in such utterly girlish, frilly petticoats and he struggled to fight back the tears of embarrassment "Listen, when a girl wears pretty lingerie, it's not just about making her feel good. Girls wear cute underwear to attract the boys, stupid. We all do it. You're so na?ve about all this aren't you? Listen, when you find a guy you fancy, you make sure he gets a nice look up your skirt. Not too much mind, just enough to get him interested, then you simply reel him in. They're suckers for it, works every time! They just can't resist an eyeful of frothy lace under a skirt... surely we don't have to explain that to YOU! Come on now be honest. Every time you see a pretty girl, I bet you look at her tits, then her ass, and then you're looking up her skirt, checking out her panties... right?" He looked suitably embarrassed and looked away. "See!" she laughed. "You're all the same... well, maybe you're a bit different. You're not content with just looking at a girl's knickers are you? You seem to want to wear them as well don't you" she mocked. She turned her attention back to the petticoat. "Just, look at it, isn't it adorable" she said, holding it up for him to appreciate. "You'll have all the boys straining their pants when they see you in this" she laughed. "And rest assured they will see you in it too, I'm going to make damned sure of that" she added mischievously. "I know this really hot guy and I'm going to get you off with him at the reception." Peter looked aghast. "Mmm, just imagine all those soft frilly layers of chiffon and organza tickling your thighs as some good looking boy twirls you round, with everyone watching your petticoats flaring out to reveal those cute little knickers underneath." He looked at the petticoat in horror. It was the epitome of girlishness. It consisted of alternating layers of pink and white fluffy nylon attached to a three inch wide band of pink ribbon at the waist. Around the hemline, there were lots of fluffy feminine girlie frills, white on the pink layers, and pink frills on the white layers. The edges of the frills were decorated with white satin ribbon and the whole thing was simply dripping in extravagant lace and tiny pink satin bows. His heart was pounding like crazy as they eased it over his head and let it float down over the silky chemise until it settled round his waist and foamed out over his hips. Once again, they tied it behind and teased out the layers until the whole ensemble was standing out from his waist at right angles, which pretty much reflected the state of his penis, thankfully well hidden underneath. "Wake up sweetie" Christine laughed at his trance like state. "Dreaming of that nice boy I was telling you about?" she enquired with a smile. He winced as he returned to reality. "Yes I thought so" she teased, "bet you were enjoying the thought of him fighting his way through all those petticoats weren't you?" "Shut up! I don't want a boyfriend and... and... I don't even like boys" he exploded. "I'm going to be married in a few weeks." "Ooooooh! Touchy aren't we" she teased. It's Debbie isn't it, that you're marrying. We'll have to make sure Debbie gets to see you in your pretty little dress then, won't we? She'll be amazed to see what a pretty bridesmaid you make. Maybe after that, she'll insist on you wearing a bridal gown to your wedding, hmmm?" "Huh! That's shut him up." Carol laughed. "I guess he's ready for the dress now" she announced, and carefully slipped it from the hanger. The beautiful pink satin appeared to shimmer and glisten as she held it up and undid the satin buttons down the back. "Hands up sweetheart," she prompted. Reluctantly, he lifted his arms and they slipped his hands into the sleeves and pulled the dress down over his head and into place. "How sweet. See the way he obediently lifted his arms, just like a little girl being dressed by her mummy" she giggled. They quickly did up the buttons at the back and spread the skirt out horizontally over the froth of massed petticoats. Finally, Christine threaded the sash through the tiny loops and tied it tightly, cinching his waist with a large girlish bow at the back The dress appeared to have finally taken all the fight out of him, as he just stood there fidgeting with his hands. Carol stood back to inspect him. "Oh, he looks adorable" she squealed. "Come and have a look" she said, taking his hand and leading him over to the mirror like a small child. The petticoats rustled prettily with the frou-frou of the skirts, every step reminding him of his girlish state. He couldn't really believe what he was seeing. What had they done to him he thought, as the tears began to trickle down his face. Under the tears, a deep crimson blush crept over his flesh as the absurdity of the situation finally dawned on him. The tears stopped and his mouth felt dry, his heart beating like a steam train. Instinctively, he ran his hands over the gossamer like satin bodice, and the filmy chiffon overskirt that floated on the sea of froth below, until he reached the frilly hem. "Oh my God!" he spluttered. It was his first bridesmaids dress, but it wasn't like any adult bridesmaids dress he'd ever seen. It was so frilly and girlish, and he was wearing it! He couldn't believe how ridiculous he looked... and at the same time, how excited he was! His entire nervous system was working overtime, tingling with pleasure. His head was spinning with so many conflicting emotions... embarrassment, shame, guilt, elation, excitement and arousal. But it was the feeling of arousal that was so overwhelming, throbbing through his veins like a river about to breach. Whilst he was in a trance like state, they were busy behind him, fussing with his hair. "It's so long. Shall I pull it back in a ponytail?" Carol asked her sister. "Here, let me do it" Christine replied. He'd been so enthralled, he'd hardly noticed what they were up to. "Oh pretty, pretty" Carol clapped her hands with delight, as she watched her sister tie two pink satin ribbons around the bunches she'd created. "Oh the boys are going to be all over you" she giggled. "Oh bloody hell!" he muttered, checking out the cute floppy bows in his hair. He'd been completely transformed, and only just in time, as Lucy and her friends walked back in. "Oh, he's wearing his dress Auntie", Sophie shrieked. She danced around him, the skirts of her dress flaring, showing teasing glimpses of white foaming petticoats beneath. Peter tried to grab her as she spun round him pulling at his skirt, but all of a sudden she grabbed the hem and dived underneath. "Oooh, he's wearing them" she roared with laughter. "Sophie... Sophie. Get out of there this instant" Lucy demanded. Peter was struggling in vain to get hold of her and the other girls were doubled up with laughter. His petticoats were all over the place, leaving them in no doubt whatsoever as to the frilliness of his underwear. Finally, Lucy managed to grab hold of the giggling little girl and Peter quickly pushed his skirts down. "Mmm, cute panties," Tessa mocked him. "That's it, get your petticoats back into place, then I can have a go at getting your skirts up. That little frilly bottom is very tempting, it's giving me the hots" she giggled. "I told you he looked too cute for a guy didn't I?" Lucy mused. "I can't wait to see him at the church, all dolled up. Once we've got a wig on him, and done his make-up, he'll be the cutest little bridesmaid... won't you sweetie? Hey, maybe I should invite Debbie along to the wedding, what do you think? Oh I'm sure she'd want to come if she knew you were going to be there... as one of the bridesmaids. She'd love to see you in your little dress, wouldn't she?" she said pinching his cheek. "Yes, that's what we thought. Oh you've simply got to" Christine smiled. He looked down at himself and realised he was even standing like a little girl now, with his sweaty hands clasped tightly in the folds of his shimmering skirt. The blood was rushing to his cheeks and he guessed he did look rather sweet and demure. "Oh what's a matter then? Don't you want us to make you into a pretty little girl for your fianc?e?" His face flushed deep crimson at the thought of Debbie seeing him in that shameful frilly dress. "Oh God is that the time?" Lucy said, checking her watch. "We'll have to drop Sophie off on the way or we'll be late. Right then Carol, will you take Sophie downstairs and get her into the car whilst you two... well you know what we discussed" she winked. Without warning, Christine and Tessa grabbed his arms behind his back and secured his wrists with some Velcro. "Hey, cut that out... stop struggling" Christine warned him. "There, she's all done "Tessa laughed. "Our little cutie-pie is all ready to rock and roll" she said, standing behind him with her arms wrapped around his waist, pressing her tits into his back. "Get off me" Peter demanded. "Oh what's a matter sweetheart, not afraid of a little black girl are you?" With that, her free hand disappeared into the mass of lace under his skirts. He wriggled as she fought her way through the numerous layers. "Oooh, what have I found" she giggled. "Tessa, what on earth are you doing under there?" Lucy giggled. "She's trying to feel him up" Christine smiled. "You might have trouble finding it though" she laughed. Under the cover of his pouffy dress, Tessa was exploring the frilled panties. She'd found the lacy elastic around the legs and her fingers slipped underneath. Once again Peter tried in vain to shake her off but she was inside the panties now and feeling his penis through the nylon pantyhose. "Girls, you won't believe what I've got in my hand right now... ooooh yeah, this is a cute little sausage isn't it?" she laughed. "Hey, I can do anything I want up here, can't I? I guess this is what a guy feels like when he's got his hand up a girl's skirt" she said stroking him gently. "Tessa, you'll have to stop that. Look at his eyes rolling, you'll have him doing it in a minute" Lucy sounded more serious. "OK, OK" Tessa reluctantly agreed and let his skirts drop before releasing him. "I guess we need the gun loaded for the main event, eh?" Peter looked up. "Look! What's happening? Where are you taking me" he asked with a nervous, almost pathetic voice, and wondering what she meant by 'the main event'. "Just a little drive to a friend of mine to complete your transformation, and on the way we'll stop at Auntie Anne's to drop Sophie off. Don't you worry your pretty little head. By the end of the day, you'll know what it is to be a real little girl" Lucy told him. Before they left, his feet were pushed into a pair of pink satin ballet slippers with long pink ribbons that tied around his ankles and Lucy took some photos of their cute bridesmaid, to add to the growing collection. Peter didn't like the sound of what was coming but he had no choice now. They bundled him into the back of her car with his hands firmly secured behind him. Lucy's friends sat either side whilst Sophie, who'd changed back into a T-shirt and jeans, decided to sit on his lap. In fact she could have chosen anyone's lap but she wanted to see what it was like sitting on his mountain of petticoats. As they set off, she settled herself down facing the front, knees resting on the seat either side of him, with his skirts ballooning up in front of her. She was in a tricky mood though. She just couldn't resist it. Stretching forward, she grabbed the hem of his dress and a handful of petticoats. "Look at me" she giggled, humming the tune from the can-can and swishing the frothy layers from side to side. "Stop that" Lucy giggled, as she watched in the rear view mirror, though joining in with the tune. Lucy's next little game involved falling forward onto the pile of springy petties, glancing behind and smiling at him, then slowly raising the hems until she could see up his skirts. "I can seeeee them... I can see your knickers" she giggled with a beaming face, and then carefully smoothed everything back into place. Peter was powerless to do anything to stop her, and when he looked at the other girls for help, they merely laughed at him and urged her on. Sophie couldn't stop giggling, and moments later she looked round at him again and repeated the charade. She kept it up for the entire journey, never tiring. It was a great game for a mischievous little girl and he was completely at her mercy. Fortunately for Peter, it wasn't long before they reached Sophie's house where her mother was waiting outside with Sophie's eight year old brother. Sophie got out and one of the girls passed her the bridesmaids dress, carefully arranged within its clear plastic protector. Peter was glad to see the back of her but far from pleased by the welcoming party. Sophie's mother was in her late twenties, and wore a pale blue top and a short pleated skirt. Peter was surprised how young she looked considering she already had two children. "Look mum, he's in the back" Sophie announced. "He going to be a bridesmaid and he's wearing the same dress as mine." "Nooooo." "And he's wearing girl's knickers under the dress. They're pink" she added for clarification. "And they're very frilly" Tessa reminded her. "Yes they are. Lots of frills all over them" Sophie agreed. "Really?" the young woman laughed and put her head through the window for a better look. "Hi there girls. Oh how pretty. He's a bit shy isn't he Lucy? Is he really going to be a bridesmaid then? Cute dress!" she laughed. "I know people will think I'm mad but I SO want him to be there, and somehow it just seemed better that all the bridesmaids looked the same" she said, maintaining the charade. Sophie's brother, Billie, was keen to see what all the fuss was about too. "Mum. I wanna see, let me see" the little boy demanded. "Sssh Billie, be quiet while I'm talking." "Well, he certainly makes a pretty bridesmaid doesn't he?" she smiled, looking him over. "I bet your Mummy would be so proud if she could see you right now," she teased, pinching his reddened cheek. "If I was your Mummy, I'd be buying you lots of pretty little dresses to show you off in." "Mum...mum... lemme see... mum..." the little boy insisted, tugging at his mother's skirt. "Mum, can I see." "Billy, will you stop that and be quiet... RIGHT NOW" she said in a firm voice. Lucy then explained about Debbie. "Peter's engaged to this girl at work. I suppose I'll need to invite her to the wedding won't I, even if he feels a bit embarrassed about it." "Oh well of course she'll have to come. My goodness, won't she be surprised to see her darling boyfriend in a pretty dress?" "Mum. I wanna see. I wanna see that man in a dress. Let me see" Billy whined. "Look I've told you" she warned him again. "One more word, and you're going to your room." "Now then. I can never resist this" she giggled, almost apologetically. "There's something about little girls and frilly dresses" and she stuck her hand through the window and began to lift the hem of Peter's dress. He flinched and looked away. "Oooh look at those pretty petticoats, how gorgeous... now where are those knickers?" she teased, peeling back the layers. "Mum... is he really wearing girl's knickers... mum... let me see..." the little boy demanded, yanking his mother's skirt. Suddenly a button popped and there was the unmistakable sound of ripping material. Her smiling face changed in an instant. She recoiled and grabbed her skirt to prevent it sliding down any further. "Boy, are you in trouble now" Sophie told her brother with more than a hint of satisfaction. "Er... sorry Mum." Little Billie suddenly looked very sheepish. "Right that's it" she fumed. "If you're so keen to see what a boy looks like in a bridesmaid's dress, I can arrange that for you right now. She picked him up like a sack of potatoes and hauled him kicking and screaming toward the house. "Sophie, take your bridesmaid dress and petticoats inside and find a nice pair of white tights for your brother. We'll need some of your shoes as well. He's going to get the works" "Noooo" the little boy struggled, noticing the curtains being drawn in the neighbour's houses as the whole street turned out to see and hear what all the fuss was about. Sophie's eyes lit up. "And knickers?" Sophie added hopefully. "What about some girl's knickers?" "Nooo, I'm sorry Mum, please..." Billie cried, struggling frantically. "Yes of course sweetheart. Some nice pretty knickers." "What about those pale blue ones... with all the yukky frills and white lacy bits?" "You mean the ones you refused to wear?" she laughed. "That's a bit mean, making your brother wear something you won't. Well, you choose sweetheart. Whichever ones you'd like to see your brother wearing... in fact, whichever pair you'd like to dress him in" she replied noting the look of horror on her son's face. Would you like to dress him up, Sophie? Make him look all pretty and girlish. Would you like that sweetheart?" "Ooooh can I? Oh yes, he'd look really cute with all those frills under his petticoats" she yelled excitedly. "Noooo, please Mum," Billie cried in shame, as their neighbours hung out of their windows, laughing at his predicament. The pleading, almost pitiful look in his frightened blue eyes would have melted most women's resolve, but his mother was all too used to his antics. "What's a matter Billie? Don't you want your sister to dress you up all nice and make you into a pretty girl? Surely you don't want me to do it, do you? Now then, once we've got you looking all sweet and angelic, we'll invite your little girlfriend from across the street, and Keith and Alan from next door, and maybe some of your friends from school." Poor little Billie was in tears. "Won't they be amazed to see what a well behaved and pretty little girl you are in your bridesmaid's dress... and Sophie can show them all your gorgeous, frilly little girl's underwear. Maybe Lucy will want another bridesmaid at her wedding... now there's a thought" and she disappeared inside the house with poor Billy tucked under her arm, yelling and screaming in protest and his legs thrashing about. Peter wasn't sorry to see them go and breathed a sigh of relief as Lucy drove them to the other side of town. Chapter 9: A very 'personal' trainer Lucy parked the car outside her cousin's house. A hunky young man in a flimsy tracksuit opened the door and ushered them in. Peter was gutted. He recognised the man immediately. He and Debbie were trying to build up their fitness and had begun some training sessions. Ron was one of the personal fitness trainers at the local gym and had been assigned to them to oversee their progress. "Well, well, this is a surprise" he smiled, surveying Peter in his ridiculously girlish dress, "fancy meeting you again... and that's such a pretty dress you're wearing" he smirked. "Do you know each other?" Tessa asked. "I'm doing some fitness sessions with him and his girlfriend... the one with the big tits" Ron laughed. "My God, I bet she'd freak out if she saw him in that little lot" he said. "OK, well you know why we're here?" Lucy checked. "Sure I do. Like I said on the phone, anything to help" he laughed. "Just take him up to the bedroom, girls. I'll be there in a minute." As they disappeared upstairs, Ron and Lucy had a brief chat. "You managed to get the dress I asked for and everything" he asked in a quiet voice. "We had it all made specially." "And the petticoats..." "And the frilly petticoats" she smiled. "Panties?" he queried. "Yes, yes, and the frilly panties" she added with a smile. "Jesus, you like your frills, don't you Ron?" she laughed. "Always have done. Can't explain it, they just do something for me." Peter was pushed into a large room with a king size bed. The girls made a few sarcastic comments and Tessa tidied his make-up a little. "Now, you be a good little girl with that nice young man. Don't you be leading him on now" she told him. Peter's hands were still secured and he couldn't stop her feeling under his dress and grabbing his penis through the silky panties. "Nice looking young man isn't he?" and then she whispered in his ear "did you see the bulge in his track suit? You know what that is don't you sweetie?" and she squeezed his penis as if to emphasise the question. "That's a REAL man's cock isn't it? I prefer a nice black guy myself but he's got a good body, I'll give him that. I wouldn't say no to a length anyway... how 'bout you pretty boy?" she laughed. "Take your hands off me you cow" he demanded. She was undaunted, running her hand up and down his penis. "Oh yeah, he's gonna mount that cute little girlie ass of yours, and show you what it's for" she burst out laughing. By now, she was vigorously stroking his rock hard penis up and down. "Oh yes, you're definitely getting interested, you're getting nice and hard down here aren't you?" she laughed, removing her hand and straightening the skirt. "You be good now Peter and don't do anything we wouldn't. Any problems, just yell out." "Yeah, we'll be listening right outside the door" they laughed. He was suddenly alone and afraid, trembling at the thought of what lay ahead. After a few moments, Ron walked in with a big smile on his face. Peter looked away in embarrassment and shame. "Yeah, I remember you alright. You and your girlfriend... Debbie isn't it?" He especially remembered the young girl. She had the most amazing tits he'd ever seen and he'd found it difficult to keep his eyes off them, the way they moved around inside her tight fitting little vest. Yes she was some girl, yet... he also remembered thinking how cute her boyfriend was. Slim figure, long blond hair and a soft featured face combined to give him a nice feminine look... just the way he liked them... and with a 'feminine looking boy' inside a 'pretty dress'... he just couldn't resist. It was no hardship at all, doing this favour for his cousin, Lucy. Yes, he was going to enjoy extending this young man's personal training to a new and extremely personal level. "Look, you don't understand. I'm being blackmailed... by Lucy and her friends at work" Peter finally broke the silence. "You don't need to get involved in this. In fact, if you just untie me I'll forget I ever saw you today. There could even be a nice little reward in it for you" he suggested. "Really?" Ron laughed. "Oh I intend to be amply rewarded but not in any way you have in mind. I'm going to let you have an intimate and very personal training session and after today, you won't be able to get me out of your sweet little head. Now shut the fuck up or I'll be telling your girlfriend what a pretty little girl you are when you're all dressed up" he threatened and tied a stocking round his head to gag him. "Maybe she knows all about your little dressing up fetish huh? No? No, I thought not. OK, let's get you all comfortable shall we." Ron pushed him roughly back onto the bed causing his petticoats to balloon up in a sea of pink and white frills. Peter struggled, but with his arms secured behind his back it was easy for Ron to hold him down. At the same time, his hand was working its way up inside Peter's skirt, teasing the inside of his nyloned thighs. Peter was beginning to understand just how it felt, to be a vulnerable girl at the mercy of a strong and sexually charged male. The hand was tickling the inside of his thighs. He was being groped, like some teenage girl with a randy boyfriend on top of her. He kicked his legs, about the only thing he could do to put up any resistance as Ron continued to feel him up. "Now now, there's no need to act the little virgin" Ron laughed. "I bet you've had fantasies about something like this for ages... but probably never had the balls to admit it." Peter was sweating profusely as he continued to struggle, moaning softly into the nylon gag. "Mmm, nice" Ron commented, sweeping the short satin skirt and many layers of petticoats back onto Peter's chest in a big pile. "Yes, very nice" he muttered, as a pair of shapely, nylon clad thighs were exposed, followed by the sight of lace, frills, and yet more frills. He broke into a broad smile. "Wow, just look at you in those panties" he laughed. "They really got you all prettied up didn't they?" His powerful hand brushed across the front of the panties, exploring, teasing and then unashamedly feeling the goods inside. Peter tensed up as the young man blatantly felt him up. Strong fingers traced the length of his penis, squeezing gently as they reached the tip. Peter looked away and tried to think of something else, anything to avoid any sign of a response. Ron revelled in the tension he was creating. "Let's have a little look shall we" and his hand dipped inside the waistband and slid the girlish knickers down to the top of Peter's thighs. "Oh yes, nice pantyhose." They were completely sheer, and the gossamer thin nylon hugged every contour of his boyish equipment. He liked that. Most girls wore tights with sheer legs but pant sections that hid the interesting bits. These were much more sexy and Peter's swollen penis looked really cute, all curled up inside. He gently touched the plump sausage and smiled when it twitched and began to stiffen. "Oh it's definitely interested in coming out to play isn't it?" he teased. Peter concentrated his thoughts on things at work to take his mind off what was happening and prevent any sexy thoughts travelling south. It was a ploy that should have worked, but today his penis had a mind of its own and Ron was encouraged by the response. He wrapped his hand around the boy sized equipment and began by gently rubbing it through the filmy nylon. Peter looked up at him, wide eyed and frightened. He was still struggling as his cock began to show his true feelings. It was imprisoned within Ron's fist. He was pulling up and down on it as if he were milking a cow. Leaning over, he whispered in Peter's ear "relax pretty boy, you're as tight as a bow aren't you? I can feel how frustrated you are. When was the last time you had it... mmmm? Is she keeping you short... saving herself for the wedding eh? I bet she just wanks you off instead, doesn't she? Yeah, and I bet she's nowhere near as good as me. I'm gonna give you the best fucking hand job you've ever had. Then if you're a good girl, I'll let you feel the length of my cock up that tight little pussy of yours. Bet that sounds good" he laughed as a bead of sweat ran down Peter's brow and he mumbled into the gag whilst shaking his head. "And don't give me any of that shit about your girlfriend, or fianc?e, or whatever. I saw you at the gym... staring... both of you... ogling my crotch. Neither of you could keep your mind off my cock could you. She'd be real sick if she knew you were going to get it first though wouldn't she, pretty boy! Now, you just lie back and enjoy it like a good girl." Ron quickly yanked the frilly panties right off but left the pantyhose shackled round Peter's ankles leaving him totally exposed, whilst making any more resistance completely futile. Peter struggled as best he could and tried to yell into the gag as Ron worked his little penis with his powerful, bare hands. He was intrigued by its size. "You won't do her much damage with this" he laughed, "in fact she probably won't even feel it after I've been inside her." Peter looked up in horror. "That's right pretty boy, she's next for a good seeing to" he quipped. By this time, Peter was fully erect and close to a climax but every time he reached the point of no return, Ron gripped him tightly until the moment passed. He was an expert in prolonging the agony. Peter was overcome with frustration but was told he'd have to wait. "When you're good and ready you'll be begging for my cock up your ass. Then, if you take it like a good girl, I'll maybe let you cum, OK?" Peter squirmed and mumbled some more into the gag. Ron laughed, "yes I know baby, I can see you're gagging for it." He then pulled his tracksuit bottoms off. Peter looked up at the virile young man's erect cock and plump hairy balls hovering above his naked loins. It was a view that most girls savoured immediately before their boyfriends mounted them, and Ron was determined to make sure Peter had a good long look at what was coming his way. Peter shivered at the size of the man's cock, it looked huge in comparison to his own pathetic specimen. He was muttering and shaking his head violently at the thought of the damage it could do. "Can't wait can you sissy? Don't worry, not long now." Ron pushed Peter's thighs hard back against his chest, forced his knees apart and pushed down on his legs. Peter's bottom lifted at least six inches off the bed, leaving him perfectly positioned to be mounted by Ron's turgid cock. Nevertheless, he still splayed Peter's legs a little further apart, until his male vagina was forced