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Pantyboi Sex was now, nearly every night. And one night, after getting both of us worked up, rubbing my tiny cock against her ass and sliding it between her legs against the outside of her panty covered vagina, she asked, "Want to try something new, Pantyboi?" I wasn't going to turn anything down at this point. "Yes, whatever you want, sweetheart." "Would you like to try on my panties?" Now, I can't say the thought had never crossed my mind during the last several weeks, but I didn't want to spoil what we had, so I hadn't pushed it. And again, I was worried how she might react. But here she was suggesting it. In fact, the way she batted her eyes when she asked, I knew it would be okay. "Does my Pantyboi want to wear my panties?" She playfully asked again. "You know Larry, I know you've thought about it." I knew she was just trying to tease me a little more. "Yes, I have." I admitted. "Saaaay it." "Yes, I've thought about wearing your panties." "And so, you want to wear them?" "Yes, your Pantyboi would like to wear your panties." "Say pretty please." I was like putty in her hands, at this point. I was so excited. "Pretty please, may your Pantyboi wear your panties Mistress?" She reached down beside the bed and held up several pairs. "Which ones does my Pantyboi want to try?" It was an easy decision. One of them was my favorite pair, a deep pink pair. The front panel was a solid triangle with a small thread at the rear that exposed the buttocks. They had a wide lacy waistband, too, which I thought made them extra sexy. I had always loved seeing them on her. Now I was going to get to wear them myself. I pointed to the chosen pair. I was giddy with excitement. "Ooooo, such a pretty pair. My Pantyboi has excellent taste. She crawled to the foot of the bed between my feet. She knelt there holding them up for me to see. "And someone is excited about trying on her first pair of panties, I see." A small puddle of precum lay beneath the tip of my twitching little cock, as undeniable evidence. I caught her use of the feminine pronoun, however, when I lifted my feet and felt the first tickle of the delicate fabric, I all but forgot about it. As Melody slowly slipped the panties over my ankles, I felt a tingling. She held them there. They felt so soft and silky. She just watched my face, which was wrought with a mixture of emotions. Then, centimeter by centimeter, she slid them up my calves. The tingling I felt when they brushed over my ankles, turned to a throbbing. She was enjoying my torture and grinned at me. I involuntarily closed my eyes. She paused again as they passed over my knees. I opened my eyes and pleaded with her to continue without words. The anticipation was excruciating. She resumed. As they caressed my thighs, the throbbing became a pounding in my head and in my heart and in my loins. I lifted my hips off the bed and she pulled the panties all the way up. When she snugged them around my hips the pounding drowned out any and all thoughts. And as she finally pulled the front up, encasing my precum-dripping tiny penis, the pounding triggered an explosion. No other stimulation had been required. I flooded them with cum. Cum squeezed out the waistband and oozed through the fabric of the front panel and cum flowed down around my small balls. At the same time, a memory popped into my head. I was three or four. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something felt familiar. "Oh my! Has my pretty gurl soiled her panties?" She giggled. There. I was no longer her Pantyboi, I was her gurl. And I felt so gurly, except for the gooey mess I had created, wearing panties for the first time. I was speechless, though, and couldn't form any words to say how I felt. I could definitely feel myself blushing. Melody then stuck her fingers in the cum that had squirted out the waistband onto my abdomen. She smeared it and traced a cummy heart with an arrow through it on my belly, then proceeded to lick it all up. I watched her dip her hand inside the waistband and pull it out covered in cum, again. She rubbed some on her lips as her tongue snaked out and licked around and in between her fingers, before sliding them in her mouth and sucking them clean. I found my mouth watering. I felt an urge to taste it for myself. Somehow she was reading my mind. Or it may have been the look of longing in the expression on my feminine fface. She slid her fingers inside the panties again. Pulling them out, she held the sticky glob close to her lips again, pausing, tempting, teasing me. "Oh! I'm sorry, would my little gurl like a taste? Does Lari want some cum?" Never in my wildest fantasies several months ago, would I have ever seen us here in this place. But she was leading and I was more than willing to follow. I knew what she wanted to hear. "Yes, pretty please. May your gurl have a taste of cum?" "That's what I wanted to hear," she cooed. She held her hand out. I took her by the wrist and lowered her goo-covered fingers towards my face. I did what she had done, before. I rubbed them on my lips, smearing the yummy fluid across them. The odor wafting up to my nose from so near, was musky and perfect. I parted my lips and swirled my tongue around her fingers, tasting it. I then hungrily plunged them into my waiting mouth and sucked and swallowed every drop, licking my lips when I was done to get every delicious ounce. Then one day, while Melody was applying her makeup, as I stood behind her rubbing my crotch against her derrière with my arms wrapped around her waist, on a whim, I reached down and picked up an open tube of lipstick from her vanity. Looking over her shoulder in the mirror, I puckered up, as I'd seen her do a thousand times, and proceeded to paint my lips with the creamy, red stick. I don't know what made me do it, but I loved the way it felt and liked, even more, how I looked. She stopped what she was doing and just watched my reflection in the mirror. A smile spread across her face, as I slowly, smoothly, applied the lipstick, opening my mouth in an "O" to get the corners. When I was finished, I set the lipstick back down on the counter and pursed my lips and rubbed them together. I then blew a ruby colored kiss at the mirror. "Well, what do think?" I asked, winking at her. "Not to bad ... for a first try. The color suits you." She replied without batting an eye. "You like it?" Her reply was simply to turn around in my arms and pull me into a smooch that turned into an oral assault, tongues intertwining, lips pressed tightly. I thought she might suck my tongue down her throat at one point. Finally, she stopped and pulled back. Needless to say, my handiwork had been badly smeared. We were both panting staring into each others' eyes with a hunger. Then without a word, she grabbed my hand and practically dragged me into the bedroom and pushed me onto my back on the bed. "Scoot!" She pointed towards the headboard. I followed her orders. She stripped off her panties, climbed onto the bed and straddled me. Bending over to resume our kiss, she lowered her bare, swollen pussy onto my panty covered thin shaft and began fucking herself, sliding up and down, humping me. Her wetness was intensifying by the minute, soaking my pink panties, as she ground herself against my hardness with almost all of her weight. We both began sweating profusely and groaning and moaning as our climaxes built. It didn't take long. We were both so turned on, within minutes, she was screaming, "Oh fuck! Oh God! Oh fuck!" Our passions melded. Our desires synced up, while orgasms rocked her body, and I filled my panties with a large load of cum. She collapsed on top of me while we both tried to catch our breath. When she rolled off of me, she laid on her side propped up on her elbow and laughed. "You should see yourself." "You're a sight, too." I joined in her laughter. "How's my girl feeling?" "She's feeling thoroughly fucked." "No, I mean about what she did," she asked. "Oh, you mean the lipstick? You don't think it was too much?" "What do you think?" "I think you liked it." "I DID. But how did it make YOU feel sissy boi?" "It made me feel ... pretty." The memory from my childhood reappeared. It was of a little girl. "You are pretty." She kissed me. "Do you think you would like to go further, you know, like with other things." It had begun to occur to me that I might like to take our experiment further. "If you're okay with it. I wouldn't mind trying other stuff." "Tell me what you'd like. Say it." "Your gurl wants to try other things. Like maybe makeup, or more pretty lingerie such as some of your camisoles or nighties, maybe even ..." I hesitated, "dresses." "That's my gurl." "You don't mind that I'm not the man you married?" I asked, afraid of how she might react. "Darling, you will always be the person I fell in love with and married, regardless of what you wear or how you look. And have you not noticed how much I enjoy having you as my gurlfriend? I love this side of you. My only regret is that it took us so long to realize it." "Yeah, but I'm not sure." "Lari, my darling," she looked me in the eyes. "We'll never do anything you don't want to. Although I may challenge you and push you, if I think you're resisting, when it seems like you want to go further, but are scared. Just remember, though, I'll always be right here, to support you. Hmmm, it seems a little strange to call my giulfriend Lari. I thought about it. It resonated with my long-repressed memory. "Yeah. I like that. Let me hear you use it." "Lari, my love, be a sweet sissy boi and lick my pussy," she stated seductively. My tiny clitty twitched. "Yes. That's it." Lari sounded right. I went down on her, licking her labia, sucking up her juices and my cum until she pushed my head away. "Mmmm, that was nice, but I need your strap on dildo inside me. Now!" Of course, afterwards, I pulled her up so she could lower her cunt onto my waiting mouth. When she was licked clean, she slid out of bed and opened her lingerie drawer and selected two pairs of clean panties with respectively matching baby doll tops. She tossed me an outfit to sleep in. I was thrilled by the new feelings created by the top as it caressed my body and rubbed my sensitive nipples. I knew I was going to like this. |
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Nice mmm 
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I am sure the lace felt great!
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