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You know the drill, if you are under 18 you need to ask your mother if you can read this because it has sex and other adult stuff in it.
Don't Rip the Pantyhose by Ricky
It was a 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. OK, if that's the way he wants it he's going to learn a lesson, I'll buy some new underwear allright.
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.
"OK, 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 laid 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 dressup 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 underwire 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 ino 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!