I’m always up for helping others explore their sexual feelings and fantasies-whatever they may be. It became apparent that The Lovely Chris’s brother (and sole supplier of cock to me) has a panty fetish, but I wanted to find out in what way, what he might be hiding from me (for whatever reason) and where it might lead.
Panty smelling? Well yes, of course. I suspect most men/boys enjoy this, and why not? They enjoy our scent of their fingers and cocks, so why wouldn’t they enjoy smelling our panties too? I know I've always adored smelling other girls undies.
But I sensed there was more something heartily desired yet unspoken. I’ve watched Allan jack off using my panties many times but only recently did Miss Brain give me the slap round the face I so richly deserved along with, “You’re watching, but you’re not seeing, you dumb bitch.”
So I focused on seeing. Smelling me got him almost instantly hard and brought him really close, but when he actually came he would whip the panties from his face to just behind his balls. More accurately, he’d move the very centre of my wetness to immediately behind his balls and instead of almost frenzied jacking off, his movements became almost gentle almost, dare I say, clitoral.
The penny dropped-he wants to wear them. Moreover, he wants to be ‘feminised’. Ah, but this can be a big thing for a guy. A big thing to admit to, and a bigger thing still to share.
Answer? Take the decision away, make it mine. One lazy afternoon I was watching him making love to my panties, and yes, I chose those words deliberately. I picked the precise moment when he began to move them from his face and, half whispering, half speaking, my words pregnant with desire, I uttered, ‘“Please….for me…put them on?” I nailed it…even down to the slight upward inflection at the end.
He faltered but I was right there, gently taking them from his hand and slowly helping him step into them. I made sure the damp patch was right behind his balls and the tip of his cock was slightly above the waistband. Then I buried my head between his legs and inhaled noisily remarking, “Ohhh. You’re so wet! Your cunt smells heavenly. I (false hesitancy) I…I want to lick you out. I…I've never done that to another girl before. Be my first?”
Again everything, from tremulous hesitant virgin in my voice was exactly right. I sucked through my panties and probed with my long tongue.
It was never going to take long before he was pumping semen onto his tummy.
Afterwards we curled up together as girls do when they’ve just had sex and the truth came out. Allan had been using his sister’s panties for this kind of thing…to fulfill a part of his sexuality he thought to be inexplicable and unshareable.
Does he want her? No…maybe…yes, sometimes his masturbatory fantasies extend to them having sex and fates conspired now and then. A couple of times they’ve had to share a bed together, his sister sound asleep, Allan rock hard all night not daring to go to sleep for fear of her noticing.
But that’s a sidebar to Allan feeling feminine sometimes. So, over weeks which became months, we experimented with more female clothing. Pantyhose, even bras. Going for a walk with him wearing my used panties and pantyhose under his jeans and one glorious occasion when briefly, in the depths of my woodland, he wore my biggest summer dress.
Oh don’t get me wrong, he’s all male, and he can fuck me into oblivion, and yet….there is this softer side, this wonder of what it’s like for a girl.
Author:Wetgirl2 | Category: Crossdressing
