Once a Slut Always a Slut

Still I was wavering then he said,

“Listen, my sister was out last night and came back pissed as a fart as usual!– she’s dumped her clothes on the floor in her bedroom – she’ll never know if they are worn again – she’ll put ‘em straight in the wash!”

Knowing the kind of clothes she wore my penis flicked at the thought of wearing her used underwear and the fabulous high heels she strutted around in.

“OK but you’ll be getting dressed as well?” I had weakened and given in.

“Yes! Of course, come on let’s do it!” Paul’s response was enthusiastic and convincing.

We made our way upstairs and sure enough in Rachael’s bedroom there lay a pile of clothes thrown in the corner. Paul began taking his clothes off and I followed suit so that soon we were both down to our boxers – it was then that I realised that I had forgotten that I shaved my legs on a regular basis.

“You look pretty smooth on the leg front Charlie?” Paul said questioningly – I flushed up and replied,

“Yeh! I don’t have a lot of body hair really.” Which was generally true but my legs did look particularly smooth and glossy.

He glanced back at the pile of clothes and started to root through them. He produced a pair of black silky knickers which had a cotton gusset. The white cotton was stained and he sniffed them;

“Coo! God knows what she’s been up to the tart – fucked by anything that moves I shouldn’t wonder – go on have a smell of these!”

I took them and held them to my nose; the smell was not unpleasant but it was slightly fishy and the gusset was damp.

“Put ‘em on Charlie – go on!”

My boxers were off in a flash and I had slid the knickers on without even giving it a second thought. I pulled them up tight trapping my engorging prick and pulling my manhood under and in between my legs to avoid it erecting out at the front.