Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2011 11:07:39 +1000
From: Frilly Panties <fpanties@gmail.com>
Subject: Wexford Ladies Panty Club [TG cd tv]

November 14th, 2011
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Subject: TV, Crossdressing, panties

                       ~~~~ The Wexford Ladies Panty Club ~~~~
                                         Author -  Frilly Lover

                                                  Part - 01

This is really only suitable for lovers of panties. If you have no interest
in lady's panties - read something else: however, if panties turn you on,
then you may enjoy this story..

DISCLAIMER: This text file contains material of an adult and explicit,
sexual nature. If you are uncomfortable reading material of this kind,
please delete this file immediately. Under no circumstances is this file to
be read or possessed by persons under 21 years of age.

Chapter-01

Paul Telford had a dark secret, an embarrassing aspect to his otherwise
'normal' personality - Paul was a panty freak. For as long as he could
remember his panties fetish was something he had lived with, but at times
had tried desperately to eradicate.

His interest in ladies panties had grown from mere curiosity to an overwhelming
sexual obsession that had culminated into him wearing panties when at home and
gathering a huge collection of panties for use during his daily masturbation
sessions. Women's magazines, newspapers even letterbox f  with was so
overwhelming that he was unable to even look at a newspaper advert for lingerie
without feeling a familiar twinge in his groin. Before the advent of the
Internet, Paul used to think that he had an individual mental problem that he
dared not admit to even his closest friends.

 When he bought his first computer and joined the Web he was astonished to
 discover that millions of men shared his panties perversion. Not only did they
 admit to being panty freaks, they even posted pictures of themselves wearing
 their favourite panties. Paul's panty obsession became even stronger and he
 spent many happy evenings sitting at his computer masturbating over the photos
 of bulging cock-filled panties. The outline of a hard erect cock proudly
 jutting out a pair of silky frilly panties caused many ejaculations and soon he
 was actually buying panties from those specialised underwear vendors who
 encouraged their male customer's panty habits.

The apparent anonymity of bulletin boards gave Paul an idea. He would post a
message looking for a another panty freak who shared his interest. After several
revisions he finally posted his message.

 "25 year old bisexual transvestite. Slim built, smoker,  UK resident. Seeking a
 panties loving person for fun times. Age immaterial. - Phone (979) 2235 7655 or
 email <pantyfun@hotmail.com> No commercial propositions."

The weeks went by but no response. Paul was beginning to think no one was
interested - then 4 days later he finally got his only reply.

 "Dearest Pantyfun
        We are a mature aged couple in our early 40;s with a small  family.
        My partner  is a worthless sissy girly panty slave who no longer
        satisfies me. If interested  we have a spare room and would
        welcome visitors.  Please phone 8865 4432 for further details.
        (South Kent region)
Kisses
Panty  Anne"

That very same evening he telephoned. A friendly voice answers *Hello, Anne
speaking"
"Panty Anne this is 'pantyfun'. Thanks for responding to my advert"
The voice softens "You got my note darling. I'm so pleased our age didn't
detract you. What should I call you?"
"I'm Paul. It's nice to contact you. I was getting concerned that nobody was
interested"
 "We are both panty lovers and love meeting others who share a similar interest
Your accent sounds like the West County?"
 "Yes, I'm in Appleford near Taunton" Her voice turned sultry as she
asked "So darling, - are we to understand that you swing both ways?"
Paul became somewhat concerned that he was talking to a virtual stranger
about his most secret hidden desires but after only a moments hesitation
he blurted out "Yes any orifice gives me pleasure. Panty Anne I really love
wearing ladies panties"
"That's what we like to hear. Darling. I'm going to call you Paula if that's ok
with you"
Paul started getting excited as he heard his favourite 'femme' name
being used. "Tell me sweetie - are you wearing panties as we speak?"
Paul's cock started to swell. "A pair of Warner's white satin panties with
cream coloured frilly lace edging"
"They sound divine... darling are you hard? I bet you are rubbing it right at
this moment. I'm wearing a pair of old fashioned pink nylon panty briefs and
full cup underwired lace bra."
"Uuugh panty Anne you sound so sexy. I always get very aroused talking
about panties"
"That wasn't the question - I want you to tell me if your cock has a hardon?"
 "Darling my panty covered penis is fully erect and I'm playing with it"
 "Mmm... I'm visualising you rubbing your panty bulge. We can't wait to
 meet you"
 "Panty Paula I have lots and lots of panties that you could try on.  My sissy
 husband, Celia, does all the household chores so I have lots of spare time
 on my hands. We need a special type of person that can 'give and take' - if
 you get my drift.. You sound ideal. What size waist are you?"
Paul was somewhat surprised by the question but answered "I'm about a 34
and 5' 8" with dark blonde hair"
"You sound so yummy - my pathetic husband only has a 4" cock... hang on a
minute..." The phone was placed on a table and Paul heard Anne shouting
"Celia you sissy slut - come and talk to Panty Paula".
Paul heard the phone being picked up then a high pitched effeminate voice
simpered in his ear "Hello Panty Paula, I'm Sissy Celia - Panty Anne's husband.
 I'm told that you might be visiting us soon. It will be lovely having another
 panties lover. Anne can be very demanding and what she wants, she
usually gets"
"Sissy Celia it's so thrilling for me to be able to openly discuss the pleasures
of panties. My panty fetish has had to be kept secret for so long"
"Sweetie darling we are all panty freaks in this house and all of us have no
secrets or inhibitions. I can't wait to meet you in person. Now, I'll give the
phone back to panty Anne"
"Paula sweetie let's organise a weekend and see how we go from there"
"I'd love that. The first week next month would be perfect for me. It will probably
 take me about 4 hours drive. How does that suit you?"
"Sound's like real fun - I'll email our address and the instructions for getting
here. We're only about 5 miles from Wexford village."

When Paul hung up the phone he was amazed at how stiff his erection had become.
That was the first time he had ever spoken openly about his secret panties
perversion and he found it extremely stimulating. He kept thinking about the
woman and her sissy husband and his arousal culminated in a sticky dark stain on
the front of his nice clean panties.

Chapter-02

Paul worked for one of the major Insurance companies as a claims assessor.
Although the work was rather boring at least he didn't have to confront irate
customers. His was a back office job that demanded logical thought and
concentration. The building had a number of pretty secretaries but he was more
captivated by the girl's underwear rather than her personality. He was entranced
by the girls who wore white nylon blouses because the thin fabric often showed
an outline of their bra. He liked the view of tight skirts with panty lines or a
lacy slip hem that sometimes peeked out beneath a dress.. Few women wore slips
but some of the more mature workers remained locked in the fashion of
yesteryear. Paul was uncertain if his co-workers suspected he was gay because he
seldom flirted and kept very much to himself. His slim build and clean shaven
face had a slightly effeminate look. The older women were married and the
younger ones preferred the more rugged looking masculine men. Paul didn't really
mind what the other's thought of him.

Every night he returned home alone and for fear of unexpected visitors, he
always waited until after 8 PM before transforming into his alter ego. Once
dressed up, he revelled in the sensual feel of the soft silky underwear and
flouncy petticoats. After dinner Paula could always be found glued to his
computer screen, rubbing his panties and masturbating over photos of other
transvestites..

A few days after his phone call he received an email with the promised
instructions and address. The message had a couple of photos attached. Paul eyes
widened as he looked at the first picture. It showed a somewhat chic looking
woman a friendly smile wearing a tight red satin dress. He was surprised and
pleased to notice that her breasts were small compared to other mature women.
She sat with legs crossed and he noticed a hint of the stocking tops . Anne
obviously had a penchant for make-up and used lots of lipstick, eye-shadow and
mascara. Her best years may have passed but she certainly held her age well.
Paul always felt more comfortable with mature women. Young girls frightened him
by their directness and probing questions.

The other picture showed a mature man dressed up in a schoolgirl tunic complete
with white ankle socks and a pigtail wig. Just like his wife, sissy Celia's face
was almost obscured by the heavy make-up. Celia stood facing the camera with a
coquettish grin holding up the front of his pleated school tunic and displaying
his black lace garter belt, seamed nylon stockings and white ruffled satin
panties. The prominent bulge in the crotch of his panties was proof positive
that he was enjoying being photographed. Rather than early 40's Paul guessed
both were more likely to be in their mid to late 40's but this factor didn't
detract from the excitement he felt from looking at their pictures and the
anticipation of actually meeting them both. After a formal request, Paul's boss
had allowed him a week's leave in part compensation for all the extra overtime
he'd put in when they were short staffed during Baxter's absence. Reliability
and a compliant attitude had always served him well

The night before he was due leave for Wexford the phone rang rather late at
night. It was Anne "Darling - just checking that everything is going as we
planned?"
"Panty Anne I loved your photo darling - really sexy!! Your husband
looked so alluring in his schoolgirl outfit. I liked the panty bulge. Everything
is going as arranged - no problems. I should get to your place around 11, unless
the traffic is really bad."
"We are both looking forward to meeting you in
person - remember, there's no need to bring anything special... Celia has been
out shopping for you and now we're all organised." A slight pause then she added
"You could bring a few extra bottles of wine - it might be thirsty work and I
hope we won't have any time for shopping"
"Will do... white or red?"
"A few of
each." Then a another pause and she added with a smile "I do hope everything
fits. I'm sure you'll find everything pleasantly pleasing"
"This is so thrilling
for me - I can hardly believe my luck at finding such a nice understanding
couple who shares my special interest"
"Panty Paula I can hardly wait to see you
in your new panties. I get so horny watching grown men being transformed into
screaming sissy transvestite panty sluts."
"You're making me hard again. I'll
see you both tomorrow - bye bye for now"

Next morning Paul opened his car's boot and loaded his suitcase. His car was
less than 5 years old but last week he had had it serviced. The last thing he
wanted was a breakdown en route. This was Paul's first break for more than a
year. A few last minute checks that his house was secure and he was ready to go.
The engine roared into life, he donned his sunglasses and switched on some
music. It was early summer, the weather was perfect and the roads were free of
the really heavy traffic so he made good time. A few miles from his final
destination he remembered to pick up a half case of mixed wine and a spare
carton of cigarettes. As the car drew closer to the address Paul couldn't stop
thinking about the actual meeting and just how easy it had be to meet such
perfect partners.

The house was larger than he expected. It was a double storey brick building
with several rooms that looked like later extensions. He guessed that it
couldn't be more than 10 years old. The garden was tidy, a large lawn surrounded
by flowering shrubs. The double garage doors were fronted by a gravel expanse
large enough for several vehicles. Overall it looked no different to the other
homes visible in the distance. As his car slowed to a stop a side door opened
and Anne appeared with her arms wide open. Anne looked very sexy in full face
make-up and wearing a dark grey wool skirt, dark orange silk blouse, black
stockings with grey high heeled sling backs was absolutely stunning.

Chapter-03

They greeted each other with a tight lengthy embrace. "Sweetie darling you do
indeed look absolutely yummy. C'mon Paula let's go inside and get you changed
into something more suitable" Anne grasped Paul's hand and led him inside. "Give
Celia your car keys and he'll get your things and organise your room"  Celia was
attired in a frilly French Maid outfit - A long grey wig and black silk dress
complete with ruffled petticoat, fishnet nylons and a crisp white frilly apron.
He teetered in his black patent leather heels and simpered "welcome panty
darling". Celia leaned forward and planted a long lingering kiss. Paul could
taste his lipstick and smell his fragrant perfume. He handed over his keys and
Celia minced out to the car.

The room was furnished with two leather sofas, a large bookcase and flat screen
television mounted on the wall. Several comfortable looking chairs and a large
oak coffee table gave an air of muted opulence - expensive without being
extravagant. Soft classical music played in the background and the warm
afternoon sunshine filtered into the room.

Anne poured two glasses of wine from a bottle in an ice bucket on the table. She
sat down and lit a cigarette and motioned Paul to the chair opposite. "Sit  down
panty Paula - you don't mind me calling you that? Paul is such a masculine
name". "Darling panty Anne it makes me so excited when you use the 'panty or
'panties' word". "Talking of panties - what do think?" and with that she spread
her knees apart in a most un-ladylike manner. Paul couldn't avert his eyes from
Anne's crotch and lemon yellow satin panties. He kept staring at her stocking
tops and the upskirt view of her panties. Anne smiled "Nice eh??"
"Lovely!! I'm
thrilled that you're so comfortable showing your panties. Most women are
embarrassed to even mention their underwear, especially when talking to a man."
"Darling... be honest now - you're not a 'real' man, you're simply another girly
little sissy panty freak just like my sissy slut husband. While we're waiting
for Celia you can tell me more about your panties fetish. How long have you been
dressing up?. How did it all start?"

The memories flooded back and Paul felt relieved to finally explain his fetish
to another person. For to long he had been silent and the words rushed out.
"Like so many other transvestites I started very young. When I was still at
school I always remember the day when I was walking home and I found a pair of
panties on the roadside. It was obvious that they had been tossed out of a
passing car, probably stolen by a bunch of teenagers. I don't know why, but I
picked the panties up and put them in my pocket When I got home a note from my
Mum said she had gone shopping and as usual my dad was still at work. He was an
electrical engineer and often worked abroad I must have been about 14 years old.
Anyway... I went up to my room then I remembered the panties. I changed out of
my school clothes and lay on the bed holding up the panties to examine them.
They were a cream coloured and somewhat dirty from lying in the road but I will
always remember how smooth and silky they felt..."

Anne was listening intently and he noticed her hand had slipped between her
legs. "Don't mind me darling... go on with the story. It's so exciting"

"... although I'd seen panties in the shops, this was the first time I had ever
touched them and the more that I fondled the panties the more excited it made
me. Soon I was lying with the panties covering my face and I was jerking off my
stiff little weenie. When I'm horny my brain seems to go to sleep and it never
occurred to me that they could be covered in germs or disease, anyway, I pulled
the panties over my head so that the panty gusset covered my nose and mouth.
There was a faint smell and when I licked the cotton gusset it made me spurt my
cum like a fountain. That was the most powerful ejaculation I'd ever had. A few
days later I washed the panties and used them many times during masturbation. I
even tried them on. After that experience I was hooked."

Anne stood up then came over to where Paul was sitting. She put her arms around
his neck and  gave him a long passionate open-mouth kiss. As their tongues
entwined he could feel her soft hand gently massaging his rampant dick, then she
cupped his swollen ball sac and as she gently squeezed he heard a throaty voice
whisper in his ear "darling, your lovely panty story really turned me on. I do
hope you enjoyed staring at my frilly knickers. Celia gets really excited
looking up my dress. He says that the upskirt panty view is even more
stimulating than actually wearing the panties"
"Panty Anne your panties looked absolutely gorgeous. I would love to kiss
your panties?"
"Oh darling we're going to have lots of panty fun together but first you will have
to look more like a sissy slut. Celia will help you to get dressed."

Once again Anne takes my hand and leads me to the stairs. She climbs the stairs
ensuring that I can look right up her skirt. Not only was she wearing satin
panties but also a nice white corset.

By the time they reached the room, his cock felt like a steel rod. Anne
opens a door and tells me "Celia will take care of you now". In this room, a
large queen sized bed was covered in various items of underwear; slips,
camisoles, several bras and he noticed a lovely peach camisole.  Celia, still
dressed in his frilly French maid outfit, was bending over a chest of drawers
transferring the contents of Paul's suitcase into the drawers. Celia's pantied
bottom was a mass of frilly white lace framed by his gorgeous chiffon layered
petticoat and lacy white suspender belt.
"Paula, I hope you approve of my choice of undies. Some of them are new and some
are ours. I'm sure you find something nice to wear"
Paul is so horny that he walks over to Celia and rubs his hand over Celia's
frilly ass. Celia sighs with pleasure and starts wiggling his soft round ass
cheeks. Paul pushes the petticoat further up and admires the soft feminine
looking hips, exposing the most delicate alluring pink panties that he had ever
seen. Paul noticed the panties covered an exquisitely feminine lace garter belt
holding soft black, lace top, fishnet stockings. Celia turns around, grina, them
asks, "Aren't they pretty? I adore wearing frilly knickers"

Paul could only nod as he suddenly found himself in a trance, staring at the
pretty feminine bulge growing in Celia's panties Smiling broadly Celia pulled
down the front of his panties to reveal a tiny boyish sized erection devoid of
all pubic hair Grinning lasciviously he giggles "It's not very big is it?"
"ir's
just so sweet" then added "... and so deliciously sissy" Paul's hand
automatically reached out to fondle the little stiff penis half covered by the
panties. Celia again sighed with pleasure and started thrusting his hips forward.

Then abruptly stops and pulla up his panties saying "This won't do, Anne will be
angry if we are late - now let's get you undressed. Choose one of the bras and a
pair of panties then I'll fix up your face." Paul peeled off all his clothes.
Unconcerned by his nudity and his bobbing penis, he selected a delicate pair of
lime green silk French knickers and matching satin underwired bra. He popped a
pair of silicone breast forms into the bra cups and immediately he felt the
exquisite sensation of his bra straps digging into his shoulders. Celia gazed
longingly at Paul's burgeoning panty tent. "Paula darling - good choice
sweetie!! Come and sit over here at the dressing table".

On goes the foundation followed by painted nails and powder then the eyelashes,
eyebrows and finally the lips - bright red creamy lipstick generously applied.
"How do you like your hair - blonde brunette or we have some Anima coloured
wigs."
"Lets go with that long hair wig with the fringe" It had taken almost 30
minutes but he we almost ready. A white nylon half-slip, black lace suspender
belt hooked to dark tan nylons and a pair of white stiletto heels. He tried on a
couple of dresses and opted for a black and white pattern square neck dress with
a wide belt. The final touch was the jewellery - dangly ear-rings and  a string
of pearls followed by a generous spray of perfume.

Chapter-04

Celia simpers "let me look at you darling... mmm Anne is sure to be pleased...
turn around" Paula swivels around and then unexpectedly he feels Celia's arms
encircling his waist.  Celia moves closer and presses his stiff little cock
against the cleft of Paula's buttocks. He coos "Oh sweetie you look so
beautiful!" Paul is overwhelmed by emotion. At last he can be himself - his real
self. Already hard as rock from the silky feel of his new undies, Paula turns
around and deliberately hikes up his skirt and half-slip. Paula flutters his
eyelashes and smiles "Oooh yes my love... let me feel your hardness. I adore
your little girly cock"
With skirts slip and petticoat rucked up, both men crush their swollen panty
bulges together so that only their frilly silky panties separate their
erections. Celia's hot little cock seductively slides up and down Paula's
throbbing hard prick. Paula sighs "Mmm... sweetie this is so much better than
wanking off by myself" Celia simpers "I really love cock especially a panty
covered cock" Paula's hands are groping the frilly ruffles covering Celia's
pretty panty clad bottom while Celia is fondling Paula's lacy silk bra cups as
their steel hard cocks twitch around inside their frilly panties. Both men are
gyrating their hips and squashing their erections together.

The excitement of wearing such lovely undies and the erotic feel of Celia's
little boyish penis and frilly lace petticoat is like a dream come true.
Suddenly he hears Celia squeal "I'm cumming darling", his little sissy cock
spurts out a load of cream making a wet stain in his panties. Unable to hold
back Paula's cock stiffens then erupts. He squirts out huge gobs of spunk that
not only wets his own panties but soaks into Celia's panties. "Uuugh I'm sorry
sweetie but I just couldn't stop"
"Sweetie we must change our panties - please
don't tell Anne. She wanted to milk you first." Paula kissed Celia "My lips are
sealed"

Both men remove their soiled panties ensuring their softening cocks have no
tell-tale drips. Paula loves the erotic sensation of pulling the panties up his
nylon clad legs and then the exquisite pleasure as snuggles his genitals into
the silky fabric. "I'm ready now. Let's go" Celia puts his arm around Paula's
waist and they head back downstairs.

The clatter of dishes and cutlery can be heard above the music.. A voice calls
out "I'm in the kitchen. What took you so long? Celia you little slut get in
here and do your job" Celia sighs, raises his eyebrows the swishes out to the
kitchen just moments before Anne appears. She feasts her eyes on Paula's outfit
"now that looks much better. I like the make-up and wig. Was that your efforts
or Celia's handiwork?"
"I haven't had much experience with make-up so Celia did
most of the work"
"Yes, he can be quite useful. C'mon you sissy little faggot,
we have time for a few drinks before my other guests arrive"
"Other guests??"
"Yes darling, I've invited a few select lady friends to our monthly meeting of
'The Wexford Ladies Panty Club' we take turns using each other's homes. This is
my month. My lady friends are so looking forward introducing themselves to my
newest panty slave. Panty Celia will show you what to do later" Paula was
puzzled by the word 'newest', which would indicate that he is not their first
weekend guest.

Anne is lounging on the sofa and pats the space beside her. "sit yourself down
and I'll explain about or special little club." Paula seats himself in the soft
leather sofa. "don't be so demure, let your panties breathe" and with that she
lifts her leg and drapes it over Paula's knee pulling it open. Their nylon
stockings whisper as nylon glides against nylon. Anne slips her hand over
Paula's panty bulge and caresses his panty-covered cock. "you are so naughty for
making me so excited." They both light a cigarette and pour a glass of wine

"The club was started some time ago. The high cost of membership and a monthly
fee for those who attend a meeting ensures we have a very small but select group
who share our mutual interest. Due to our seating arrangements there is a
maximum of 7 guests per meeting and the meeting organiser is sadly ineligible to
compete. We play a game called 'Panty Prelude' and the prize is 24 hours with
you as their willing and compliant little sissy panty slave. Whatever they
desire or demand you will be forced to comply....
" Paula was astonished "Forced?? Me??  You must be joking. What happens
if I refuse?"
"Now darling, don't be like that. Did I forget to mention that Celia may have
misplaced your car keys and your street clothes. I really don't think you want
to go home dressed like that and even if you found some cash, public transport
in this area is unreliable at best."
 Almost sobbing he wails "That's blackmail and kidnapping!"
"Don't be silly precious. You arrived here by your own volition and you are
perfectly free to walk out the door any time you please. .. but if you
stay, I'm almost certain that Celia's memory will return."

Despite his sense of being tricked, Anne's constant stroking had produced
another raging erection and when all said and one he wasn't exactly unhappy
about becoming a panty slave for a day. Anne's leg slid up from knee to upper
thigh. Her red nail varnished fingers danced the length of his erect prick. She
pulled his panties waistband down exposing the head of Paula's throbbing penis.
It was obvious that practice makes perfect and he was certain that Anne expert
wanker. "Panty Anne I'm sorry darling. I'm such a namby-pamby - I should never
have complained. I trust you to know what's best for me"
Anne smiled and continued "That's more like it. You're my sweet little panty
darling... now don't you worry your little head, you'll enjoy it - I promise and I'm
sure that you'll do me proud".

Chapter-05

A clock chimes and Anne glances at her watch "Goodness me how time flies. My
guests are due to arrive in less than 30 minutes. I'll get Celia to show you
what to do" Then she whispers in Paula's ear "Sorry to leave you like this" as
she gives a final squeeze on his rampant cock.

As sissy Celia teeters back into the room, he hears a car coming up the
driveway. Celia takes his hand and leads him down the hallway into a n expansive
back room with French doors that lead out into the back garden. The room had a
fitted plush wool carpet but was rather sparsely furnished, a bar with a couple
of stools, a small cupboard and a very large rectangular oak dining table
surrounded by 8 straight backed chairs.  Celia covered the table with a lace
tablecloth that hung down to chair seat level then he placed little brass
plaques engraved with the numbers 1 to 8 in front of each chair.

As Celia explained, the rule were simple and easy to remember. "When they start
their game you are not allowed to speak apart from saying 'correct' or
incorrect'. Your task is to make one of the ladies climax because whoever
squirts first is your 24 hour date. Now get under the table and stay there until
the meeting ends. Take these" - he hands Paula an assortment of sex toys, a
small torch and a bottle of iced water. "You won't meet any of the guests until
the game ends - and only those who choose to remain. Some guests prefer privacy.

Paula crawls under the table and immediately notices that each chair has a
number attached to the inside edge of the table. Despite the lace tablecloth it
was quite light and the soft carpet had a thick underlay which made his knees
sink into the plush pile. He hears a chatter of voices and the sound of
orchestral music mainly violins, then as the guests are seated he is surrounded
by a sea of knees, stockings and heels. The music volume is turned down and he
listens to Anne addressing the group. "Ladies... our mystery guest tonight is a
virile young 25 year old sissy panty freak who has agreed to service the winner
for 24 hours.

For the benefit of any new members, 'Panty Prelude' is a simple game where our
mystery guest attempts to pleasure one of you into a climax - whoever erupts
first - wins. The alternate way to win is by correctly guessing 3 times who is
currently being serviced but you cannot nominate yourself and as organiser, I'm
excluded. You can only take a guess when you are holding the deck of cards. A
wrong answer gets a black mark and 3 black marks removes you from the game as
does peeking under the table. Sissy Celia will keep score - can you all see the
board?". Celia stands beside a whiteboard with the numbers 2 to 8 with 6
horizontal boxes for right or wrong answers.

"When you get the cards cut them once then flip the top card. If it is the
joker, Sissy Celia will happily give you lots of extra stimulation until such
time as the cards comes round again. Any questions before we begin?" a slight
silent pause then Anne continues" Okay ladies charge your glasses, if you need a
refill, just raise your hand. Let the 'Panty Prelude' game begin - good luck!

Chapter-06

Under the table Paula hears glasses chinking and the music volume increase. He
is astonished to see all the legs being spread open revealing a cornucopia of
various coloured panties, slips and stocking tops.

The guests were spaced far enough apart so that their knees never touched their
neighbour's.

Paula's cock almost explodes on the spot. He thought he was in Panty Paradise.
Never in his wildest dreams could he imagine seeing such an orgy of panties in
real life... but his pleasure increased dramatically when on closer inspection
he discovered some of the panties had the familiar bulge of cock. Eager to get
started he selected number 5 who was wearing a dainty lacy white frilled pair of
panties. Crawling between the splayed legs he started kissing the panties and
felt a cock start to stir. His hands fondled the stockings as his lipsticked
lips encircled the now throbbing cock. He sucked it greedily licking his tongue
over the glans and bobbing his head up and down the shaft.

The guests were smoking, chattering and sipping their wine as the deck of cards
moved around the table. Number 7 has been looking intently at the other guests
and after cutting the card takes a guess "I think it is Number 3"
"Paula is that correct?"
"incorrect" Celia marks the first black mark against number 7.
Meanwhile Paula moves over to number 7 to reward her for trying. He finds a
lovely little sissy sized cock and is pleased to see how wildly it throbs as he
wanks the shaft. Popping it in his mouth he opens his blouse and rub his lacy
bra cups against number 7's black seamed nylons.

Number 3 has a hairless moist cunt. After licking and sucking her clit he slides
one of the vibrators inside and listens to the soft purr. He grabs her foot and
rubs it against his horny hard cock then he removes a stocking and starts
licking and sucking her toes... then he moves to Number 8's cock and for more
wanking and sucking.

As the afternoon progresses, the wine has the desired affect and the guesses
become wilder and wilder until number 4 is evicted and half an hour later is
followed by number 3. Number 7 finds the Joker and Paula can see Celia's feet
next to the chair. At the moment number 7 is sucking on Ceiia's little girly
cock as he coos with delight.

Paula has no idea how long she has been under the table but her panties are
covered in gooey white spunk from 2 ejaculations. She takes a mouthful of cool
water then sticks another cock between her lips. Gobbling and wanking the 4
remaining dicks, inwardly, he's hoping that he can make at least one cock spurt.
Cunt sucking and fucking comes 2nd behind the pleasure of a pantied cock.
Although he is becoming tired his efforts increase.

The laughter and giggling makes it almost impossible for the remaining guests to
pick out who is being pleasured. Two them only need one more correct guess and
one has a single wrong guess before they join the 3 other in the lounge room. He
hears a squeal as another joker is fond. When Celia's feet moves to that chair,
Paula is delighted that it is one of the cock guesta and although he has no idea
what Celia was doing he stuffs the rock hard cock deep in mouth then uses one of
the vibrators against the balls. He rubs his fingers up and down the veined cock
shaft. Number 5 is busily gobbling on Celia's little dick and Paula is sucking
his cock like crazy... suddenly he feels his mouth being filled with hot creamy
white cum. Number 5 squeals with delight "I won!! I've won...!! I've spurted my
cum" Anne asks "Paula is that correct?"
"Correct" Anne stands up and in a slightly slurred voice "I declare Number 5 to
be the winner of this month's 'Panty Prelude'. Paula, you may come out now and
once you've changed I'll introduce you to your new owner"
Paula crawls out from underneath the table with a mix of relief and regret that
panty paradise will now be just another memory. Panty Anne claps her hands
and the others join in the applause.
"Well Done panty Paula!! That was an amazing performance Now pop upstairs and
get changed." Paula was indeed a right mess. Her dress was all rumpled and
stained, her face smeared with lipstick, her mascara had run and the once
coiffured wig looked like a bird's nest. As the guests retire to the main living
room, Paula runs upstairs for a shower and change of clothes.

Feeling drained but happy with past events, he pads into the shower and lets the
warm water wash away his tiredness. Once clean and dried spray his more intimate
areas with Eau De Cologne  After careful thought, he decides to opt for Celia's
'schoolgirl' look as his 'going away' outfit.

First he searches for a wide white satin suspender belt. As he straps it around
his waist notices the delicate satin bow in the middle. Next, he discovers a
lovely pink & white satin lace full length pair of panty briefs. He likes
feeling the panties covering his entire bottom and the higher waist makes for a
more comfortable fit. A nice frilly satin bra is filled with the silicone breast
forms then he attaches a pair of black seamed stockings. Although not as adept
as Celia, he applies his make-up, eyeliner and lots of ruby red lipstick.
Holding his hands up, he checks the nail varnish for any chips. A long sleeved
white nylon blouse and a striped school tie goes perfectly with the pretty navy
blue pleated miniskirt. A pigtailed wig with large satin bows, knee length white
cotton socks and shiny high heeled black patent leather hoes completes the
outfit. As he stares at his girly reflection his sexual vigour returns with a
vengeance. A few drops of perfume and he is ready to meet his new owner.

As he enters the main room all the club members, including his hosts, are in the
midst of a sexual orgy. Lying half-naked on the floor, two guests are giving
each other a 69'r.  Other couples are jerking each other off or busily fucking
the few real women in the group. Half-empty wineglasses are balanced on empty
chairs, clothes and underwear are scattered around the room. Anne is bent over a
sofa with a large cock pumping her arsehole and her naked  breasts wobbling with
each thrust.

Unsure whether to join in, Paula lights a cigarette and fills a glass with wine.
No sooner has he took a sip than his skirt is pulled up and he feels a hand
rubbing his cock filled panty bulge. A laughing voice remarks "You're a naughty
little girl. Schoolgirls are not permitted to smoke. It may stunt their growth"
Paula turns around and sees a hazel green eyes with black rimmed round
spectacles gazing into his eyes. "Hello. I'm Kandy Apple but you may know me
better as Number 7. Yes sweetie. meet your new owner." Kandy's fingers delve
into his panty gusset then back to his hard shaft. He is wearing a flared
pinafore dress with a long blonde hair "Panty precious... uugh  you feel good,
Obviously smoking hasn't stunted your growth. Seriously though, we can leave
very shortly - all the group members cannot leave until they have all been
milked bone dry. I'll just say goodbye to Anne and let her know we're off. This
is my 1st win for over 8 months. It will be fun"

The End  (for now)

To Be continued...
Part 2  ('24 Hour Panty Slave') work in progress

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