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Masturbating in Panties

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By Jay Pierpont I decided to masturbate in my little pink panties this morning. They're light silk, bikini style. I'm slender so I can buy women's sizes that fit me. I slipped them on my nude body and began petting myself in front of my full-length mirror for a few minutes. Sometimes I like to begin by flicking my tongue in and out of my mouth, like a serpent. I have always enjoyed women doing this for me, just at the point of orgasm. My penis hardens when I see myself doing this in the mirror. Itıs so much fun to see it enlarge inside my panties. It wants to be petted. I resist this, knowing that the longer I make this last, the more I'll enjoy the final gushing of sperm. I turn around and view myself in the panties from all sides. Now I push my erection down between my legs under the panties and close my legs together so that it looks like I have a woman's pussy. I glance up at my face as I flick my tongue in and out of my mouth, teasing my mind. My pubic hair shows darkly beneath the translucent panties. Now my cock needs attention badly. I slide it out from under its captive panties and I touch it. My cock head emerges from its foreskin. It rolls back around the neck of my shaft. My penis crown glistens. I take one fingertip and run it under and around my mushroom crown. I trace the swollen veins of my stiffened cock, I want to continue doing this, to move to fast stroking, but I resist. I put my penis undercover again, under the soft, silky panties. But no, it demands I stroke it. I respond. I quickly jerk it out and jerk it off, strongly, quickly, again and again. I count the strokes, as fast as I possibly can up to 80. I stop, knowing if I go further, I will cum. I want it to last. I relax a minute, looking over my slim, taught body in the mirror. I sit down on the floor and lie back, spreading my legs. I'm transformed into a woman. My mind moves into the femininity of myself and away from my penis' cries for more attention. I raise my legs high, bending my knees, raising my pelvis to the mirror, grinding my pubes toward the mirror, humping in the air. I stand up and see the large wet precum spot I've felt seeping into my panties. I reach down to touch my precum and lift it to my mouth, sucking in the salty slickness. I can resist no longer. I slowly pull my panties down just enough so my penis pops up, springs straight up out from my panties. I admire it in the mirror. It is pulsating, synchronized to beats of my heart. I hold it with both hands, moving closer to the mirror, savoring its length, width, hardness and the deep dark reds and purples of my crown. With my right hand, I slowly grasp this wondrous cock just under the head and pump some clear precum out on my other hand. I lick it from and concentrate on its muskiness, the hint of sperm to cum. I drop my panties and wrap them around my shaft. I hang them on my cockhead and remove my hands. The panties dangle from my erection. I sway my hips to watch my panties swing from my cock. Next, I wrap the panties around my penis and jack the panties up and down my shaft, slowly at first then squeezing harder and jacking faster. My cock can no longer take this foreplay. It pleads me for orgasm. I drop the panties and lubricate my hardness with precum from the tip of my penis to all over my tight ball sack. It's so slick now, so needful. I begin to stroke and stroke and stroke and stroke and stroke and stroke and stroke, loving every second, stroking harder, slower, jerking faster; going from lighter squeezing pressure to harder squeezes, up and down, up and down my pleasure mast, up and down and down and up until, my muscles contract and finally release in a series of spasms. I gush, gush, gush ropes of foamy sperm. My ejaculations splash all over the mirror. Finally, I relax, falling to the floor. My hands move to my cock and gather the last remaining cum from around my cock head. I taste it. I scoop jism with my hands and lift them to my hungry mouth and, at last, I eat. Finally, I lick up the last of my meal and my hunger is satisfied. Temporarily.

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