Bikini Boy

It couldn't have been more than 45 minutes later that I was hard again thinking about my little escapade. I dug out my hidden feminine treasures and felt their silkiness again as well as the dampness of my cum upon them. The fragrance of my own cum on the feminine scented panties was overwhelming and I stripped again and slid the cum soaked satin panties up my legs. Their feminine softness and slight dampness produced another hard on of unimaginable rigidity. I was so hard and horny that it was nearly painful.

I pulled out the Playboys and other girlie mags I had found in the box in the basement. I jacked off furiously in the panties and with whatever other silky undergarment I had draped over me, or that I had to rub in my face, savoring the scent of feminine satin and lace and admiring the sultry nude or panty clad women with the magazines laid out before me. I jacked off hard and bucked up and down, cumming all over myself in a no less powerful explosion, but perhaps not quite as much cum. Breathless, I lay there till I thought I heard voices, so I scampered to wipe my mess off with a cami, and got dressed and composed before I had to deal with my mother or sisters. I was elated and frightened inside, but I could not wait to go to bed that night to again pull out my forbidden cache of silky feminine apparel and magazines. I jacked off again in the panties when I went to bed and again waking in the middle of the night to wank my sore but aching cock to another numbing orgasm.

Over the next few weeks I slipped into another world. My discovery of jacking off while wearing panties and lingerie consumed nearly my every waking thought for weeks. I vacillated between guilt and fear over my behavior to pure lust and curiosity about all under things silky and feminine. I dressed in panties; stockings, slips, camisoles and bikini swim suits to pursue my lust for feminine under things. Every chance I could I would sneak a different pair of panties to my room to jack off in.