Forced To Wear Her Panties: A Sissy's Descent

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I marvelled at what a wonderful way it was to spend the time on a rainy day, and I was really starting to enjoy myself again when Clare’s voice, very close to my ear, said, “What are you doing wearing my knickers?

I really think they looked a little girlish but they felt really good and made my feet look smaller, not that they were really big or anything. I couldn’t go fishing in that weather, so I said I would stay at home and read the set book from school, which I’d been told to read in the holidays. As soon as I was free the 5th of June, Mom and Dad were off to New York and London and who knows where else. Just feeling her wonderful soft cotton knickers in the drawer gave me a massive erection, and I could not stop thinking about trying on some of them. Of course, I also learned how to set a proper table in the process, clear it and load the dishwasher.I was really enjoying myself and this time I planned to make it last as long as possible before having the next climax. All I noticed was that my skin seemed to be a little smoother and clearer and after a few weeks I did feel a bit mellower about dressing decent and staying clean. Suddenly I almost jumped out of my skin and my heart stopped as the bedroom door opened, and there in the doorway staring at me, was my mother, with my sister Sally peering right behind her! Clare was a normal girl underneath, but she went along with her parents’ wishes, because it was to her advantage. Here I was, caught by Clare while masturbating and wearing her knickers, and with a extremely stiff hard-on to make matters worse!

I thought I was supposed to be on vacation and here I was employed for no wages as apprentice housekeeper and laundress. I started ‘borrowing’ Sally’s knickers when I was just twelve, and soon developed a strong compulsion to do so. So after a few minutes I started masturbating in some of her knickers again, and again I caught the cum in my own soft underpants. That was when I learned how to stoop from my knees rather than from my waist when I spilled something on the kitchen floor. It must have been about 2 or 2 ½ inches but it was a blocky heel and I had no problem walking in them.I wrapped a pair of my own white cotton underpants round my erection and within seconds my cock was exploding into them. Her knickers were just about my size, nice and snug without being tight, and they appeared to be perfect for showing off my rampant erection for Clare couldn’t take her eyes off it. Wearing girls’ knickers, having a hard on in them, and being masturbated by a girl, was definitely my kind of excitement!

Every morning I wanted to heave but after about five days, it went away and I felt fine and my hair and skin never looked better.There were two boys, both of whom had been caught in the act by their parents, and had been warned about the appalling consequences (short sight, insanity and hairy palms being mentioned! They had, let me see, anise, black cohosh, castleberry, fenugreek and licorice root and eye of newt and lizard tongues for all I knew. It was creamy and smelled nice and sank into my skin and lo and behold, soon my teen aged acne was gone. I read for a while, but soon gave into temptation, and carefully chose another pair of Clare’s knickers. I had been right on the critical edge of having the orgasm, and I was intensely embarrassed to be caught with such a rampantly erect prick, as well as actually wearing Sally’s knickers.

When she had shown me exactly how to do it as she liked it, she sometimes had more than one orgasm, and seemed to love having them more each time. I looked forward to these trips as Clare and I were fond of each other, like cousins, and her parents were very kind. She seemed fascinated by the growing wet patch in the front of her knickers as my spunk soaked into and them and spread over their soft cotton. That situation rapidly evolved and she had me wearing dressier clothes around the house like she did and certainly whenever we went out. I really think I was walking a little differently, especially in the slightly built-up heels but I found I really liked the higher ones better for some reason.After it was over I was careful to fold the knickers and replace them in the drawer, trying not to make it obvious that I’d been wearing them. It seemed to be getting very full and thick lately but maybe that was just because of the conditioners. The other knickers were more conventional but equally devastatingly attractive to my trembling head, and I loved each and every pair of knickers that I could find, wherever they were! I pulled down the girls’ knickers and carefully wrapped a handkerchief round the head of my penis before pulling up the beautiful knickers again.