Two Guys in Panties

Chapter Four: Tom Learns the Game

"You have good-looking legs, girl," Tom said in the car. "I hope you don't mind my calling you a girl."

"Au contraire," Candy said. "The nylons make me feel like a different person. She deliberately squirmed around on the seat and without using her hands eventually caused her skirt to ride up so far it revealed the tentpole in her panties.

"Hope you don't mind looking at my tentpole," she said, reaching over and fingered Tom's bulge while she brazenly fingered her own.

Tom wasn't sure he'd be able to make it back without cuming in his pants. Once inside the house, Candy took the bull by the horn, so to speak, grabbed Tom, and pushed her bulging groin against his, and rubbed her skirt against him. She couldn't believe she was being this bold. It was as if some outside force were controlling her, compelling her. Hard-on power. Joyful power. They were both laughing to beat the band.

Somehow by itself Tom's hand found itself sliding down her skirt, pulling it up from behind handful by handful with Candy letting him do it. When he had it bunched around her waist, he ran sensitive fingers over her silky ass, almost gasping for breath it was so exciting. When he caressed her panty-covered ass they were both goners.

Their cocks were now in charge of mission control. She groaned and pressed closer, reacting to his fingers on her pantied ass, and grabbing his hardening bulge. Her groans seemed to be wired directly to his cock. The more she groaned in sexual ecstasy the harder his cock got.

"Candy, what's happening?" Tom said. "Slow down and be careful. I'm on a hair trigger and may explode at any moment."

Candy smiled a sort of secret smile and said, "I don't know Tom, what's happening?" She sat in a chair, spread her nyloned knees, and drew him to her. She brought him standing between her silky legs, letting her skirt rise over her stocking tops, fingering the bulge in his pants. Giving it a squeeze she said, "I love it that you get a hard-on just looking at my stockings. Do you like my garters and my panties? And look at that huge tentpole pushing out the silkiness. I'm as eager as you are, Tom, but if you want to pull that trigger, you'll have to play a little game. I'm sure you'll enjoy it ever so much. So will I. Tell me you trust me enough to say that you'll play even without knowing the game. I'm serious. This is no tease."

Standing there, feeling his cock bulging beneath her fingers and between the nyloned legs of a beautiful woman, Tom was terribly confused. All he knew is that it felt wonderful as she massaged gernails. He kept looking at the tentpole in her pink silk panties. He was at a knife edge. "Oh, Lordy, Candy. That's so good, but I'm going to cum soon."

"Not till you play the game. I want you to dress up like me before you cum. Are you up for a little crossdressing?"

"Is this what homosexuals do?"

"How should I know?"

"Ok, I'll put on feminine clothing, but nothing kinky, right? I mean if it looks so good on you it can't be all that bad on me."

She grabbed his hard-on and led him to the bathroom. "It will take an hour or so to transform you, but believe me, you will never regret it. And you'll love every moment of the transformation. Relax and try not to think that you want that semen shooter of yours to explode immediately. It's a game."

Not too surprisingly, Tom played the game without protest.

Later she slid her hands up his stockinged legs under his slip and skirt and ran them around his silky ass. Then she lay on the floor, made him spread his legs over her, and made sure the tentpole in his panties was properly positioned, telling him he looked perfect in his panties. She got up and placed a large mirror between Tom's legs and he got excited as he looked up his own skirt, swishing it back and forth so he could see different views of his pink silk panties.

"Great view, isn't it Tom?"

"I can hardly breathe."

She made him lie on the bed and stood over him so he could look up her skirt. Then she told him he would have to obey her commands.

"Nothing kinky, is there?"

"You are fully dressed as a woman and looking straight up my skirt, and you want to know if there is anything kinky?"

"O.K., no questions asked. Command me, Candy."

"Keep looking up my skirt, lift yours above your waist, lower your panties and take these panties, a pair of Helen's favorites, and rub them slowly on that fierce stiff cock of yours. Let me see you masturbate, Tom. Cum on, f-k my wife's panties."

It took only a few strokes of Helen's silk panties on his cock, and Tom was shooting hot spurts of semen into them. Every jet of it was more intense than the last. Tom gasped. He had rubbed silk panties on his cock before, telling himself that every man her, but this was his first cross dressing orgasm and he couldn't believe his cock was staying hard. Strangely enough, he felt only joy and not a twinge of guilt.

Candy, still spread-legged over him, was fingering her own tentpole. "You didn't waste any time, did you, Tom? Wait till I show you how to triple the pleasure by delaying the jet spray and being more deliberate. If you start wearing silk panties you'll have a daily erection when you put them on. Promise me you'll start wearing silky panties."

"Try and stop me," said Tom, "But now I have a command. I want to watch you masturbate as you stand over me and look up your skirt.Two can play this game, you know."

"I hoped you might see it that way," Candy said. "I want you to take Helen's panties home, wash them, and wear them when you come over tomorrow. Would you mind terribly wearing my wife's silky panties?"

Tom just groaned in ecstasy.

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