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Story title : Panty Slave Initiation

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Panty Slave Initiation (Four Chapters)
by David Lacy (address withheld)


Chapter One
***********

My name's David. Like most young boys, I learned the joys 
of masturbation at an early age. I couldn't help what 
comes natural. But what came after that, well, I'll let 
you decide.

After about six months of jacking off in my room, I 
became more brazen. I was almost fourteen when my parents 
went out on the town and left my just-thirteen sister 
Kelly and I alone for the first time without a 
babysitter. I was supposed to watch over her, and not let 
her stay up too late, but she ended up watching over me.

I told her she could stay up until 9, but she had to get 
her pajamas on now. Then I went into my bedroom and took 
off all my clothes and just put on a bathrobe. The rest 
of the evening I watched TV and played games with Kelly, 
secretly excited with being naked underneath my bathrobe. 
Sometimes the folds of the bathrobe would part when we 
were sitting on the floor, and I would be slow to close 
them back up, but I was never really naked, and Kelly 
never said anything, so I thought my secret game was 
safe. My erection was getting harder (and harder to 
hide), so I finally sent Kelly to bed at 9:30.

I then rushed to my room, stripped off my bathrobe, and 
began touching myself, stroking my cock and remembering 
all the excitement I felt earlier that night. Then Kelly 
surprised me by opening my bedroom door, and seeing me 
naked, asked me what I was doing. I half-heartedly tried 
to cover up, but my mind was going a thousand places at 
once. I couldn't decide what I should do, or wanted to 
do. 

I said, "I was doing something private", and that she 
should go back to bed and not tell Mom and Dad what she 
had seen. "You will understand when you're a little 
older."

"I'm thirteen, just like you", she replied. "Besides, I 
wanna watch. If you don't let me, I'm gonna tell."

"OK," I said, "but you got to take your underwear off 
first. It's only fair. You've already seen me naked, and 
you didn't knock first, so I should see you the same 
way."

"Just for a second," she said.  "Tell me what you were 
doing."

So, at the tender age of fourteen (almost), I got to tell 
my sister all about sex; jacking-off all the while and 
staring at her open pussy as she sat cross-legged three 
feet away from me.  She may have heard what little I 
knew, but that night is when I learned about 
exhibitionism. I was confused by all the thrills, but I 
didn't want it to end. I must have played with myself for 
an hour while she watched. And I loved watching her 
watching me. I don't know what else would have happened 
if we hadn't heard the car in the driveway.

 Kelly rushed to her room, and I jumped up, getting ready 
to turn off the light when I saw her underwear still on 
the floor. I grabbed them, snapped off the light, and 
dived into bed. My heart was pounding, partly in fear of 
getting caught, partly from the excitement of being 
caught by my sister,  partly in the thrill I got of doing 
something so "naughty" while Kelly had watched, and 
finally in the uncertainty of what would happen next.

For the next hour I kept my eyes closed. I couldn't 
sleep. I was just listening, wondering what would happen. 
Would Kelly say anything? I didn't know. Finally the 
house grew quiet. Then I realized Kelly's underwear was 
somewhere in my bed. I had to get rid of them before 
morning, or at least hide them somewhere.
But in the meantime.

Oh, what a night that was. Exhibitionism, panty sniffing,  
(almost) endless masturbation, and more mixed emotions 
than I could handle.

Which made the next days all the more confusing. Kelly 
didn't say ANYTHING about what had happened. Just like it 
never happened. 

Here I am, a budding exhibitionist, and nobody's 
watching. 



Chapter Two
***********

Kelly never told. 

She never said anything to me, but sometimes she would 
give me a secret smile when I came out of my bedroom 
after beating off for a while.

At first, I thought she was afraid of getting caught, but 
now I'm not so sure. 

For a while, she would sneak to my door and stand in the 
hallway while I was jacking off, not knowing she was 
there. Then she would open the door just a little, and 
watch. Just enough to let me know she was watching.

I liked this. For the most part, anyway. There where a 
few close calls when Mom came down the hall and Kelly ran 
to her room, leaving my door open and me buck-naked on 
the floor with a hard dick in my hand and my mind 
elsewhere.  It was still exciting to do it while she 
watched, but it wasn't the same as that first night. And 
Kelly doesn't open the door that often, so the thrill was 
more in the past memories.

We're older now; we both just got driver's licenses.  
Kelly's developing a fine figure, with oh so soft 
breasts. I wish I could touch them, stick them in my 
mouth. Or eat her pussy, I'd love to do that. But I 
haven't been able to tell her.

Kelly's been on a few dates, and I hear she's a tease. I 
can believe it. She still opens my door once in a while, 
but not very often. Last time she did it, she had just 
come out of the shower. She opened my door, then opened 
her robe. What a glorious sight. I stroked harder than 
ever. She never said a word, just smiled. I rubbed myself 
raw that night, and then had to give myself a rest for 
the rest of the week.
 
I go out once in a while, even had a girl friend or 
three. I've had sex with them, eaten their pussies, and 
shared many intimate moments with them, but I couldn't 
bring myself to tell them of my really hidden fantasies. 

I'm becoming obsessed with pussy. I'm afraid I'll do just 
about anything to get it, and I'm not sure where that 
will lead, so I hesitate. No one knows, except for Kelly. 
And I haven't told her all my fantasies, yet. But I think 
she has a few of her own.

Seventeen is a wonderful age. I have a car, so I can get 
around, and I've discovered the X-rated Drive-in movie. I 
go there every Friday night, sometimes alone, sometimes 
with a date, but I go EVERY Friday.
 
At first, I was somewhat shy about being at such a place. 
I wanted to masturbate to the movies, but I didn't want 
to get caught by someone going to the refreshment stand. 
So that first night I just enjoyed the movies and 
pleasured my self at home the rest of the night with 
memories of what I had seen earlier.

But the thrill was too great. The next time I went to the 
drive-in I wore shorts and a tee shirt. Within half an 
hour I was naked from the waist down, and stroking in 
time to the movies. The driver's window was down 'cause I 
was so sweaty, and the windows were steamed up. I still 
kept an eye in the mirror for people walking by, but now 
I was hoping a couple of girls would wander by. Boy, 
would I give them an eyeful. Sometimes they'd scoot on 
by, and sometimes they would linger. 

"Poor boy, all alone?" one pair asked me. "We're going to 
get sodas to wash down all the come we sucked out of out 
boy friends cocks. Shoot off for us, please." 

How could I refuse? One of the girls stood right next to 
my car door, and raised her skirt just enough to show me 
that she wasn't wearing any panties. I stuck my nose 
right in her crotch and sniffed. And kept on stroking. 
She grabbed me by the back of the neck and rubbed my face 
with her cunt lips. Oh ecstasy! She even let me take a 
couple of licks, but then said, "Gotta go now. Lover. 
Maybe we'll meet again. You lick real good. Bye."

My heart was pounding, and my cock was throbbing. What 
could top this?

I was soon to find out!

There's a certain unwritten etiquette about drive-in 
masturbation. Usually there's an empty space between each 
car. Sometimes a guy will park on my passenger side, but 
I'm not interested, so eventually he'll go away.

That night was different. I was still recovering from the 
soda pop girls when a couple pulled up right next to my 
driver's side. A high school couple!  I was stroking 
again. The girl slid over to my side to get the speaker, 
and then slid back. After a minute, she was back by my 
window.

"Excuse me," she said. "Our speaker is broken, and I was 
wondering if you could turn yours up a little bit. 
Otherwise we'll have to move somewhere else, and I kind 
of like it here. I'm here with my fiance, and I'm afraid 
he's the jealous type, but I think we can still have fun 
together."

"I'll be glad to share", I said. "My name's David."

"I'm Dawn", she replied. "You come here often?"

"Every weekend."

'How about tonight?' she smiled.

I hesitated. "My dick's sore, and my shirt's wet, but I'm 
not through yet." I answered.

"Maybe you need something softer," and with that she rose 
up off the seat and pulled her panties off from under her 
sundress. And threw them in my window. "We'll talk later, 
I'm going to fuck my date first."

She slid back over and unzipped his pants. I could see 
her play with his dick as he rubbed her breasts.

I wrapped her panties around my dick and keep in time. 
Dawn was watching me, so I held them up to my face, and 
sniffed her womanhood-scented panties. She lifted up her 
skirt, climbed on top of that cock, and began to fuck. 
All the while she rested her head on his shoulders, and 
watched me. I was so delirious, I couldn't keep my eyes 
open; but every time I looked, I knew she was watching 
me. 

"I thought that was you," I heard over my shoulder. 

"Oh no", I thought. "I forgot to check the mirrors." 
There stood Kelly, watching me again. I wasn't about to 
stop, but she reached in and grabbed the panties out of 
my hand.

"These yours?" she asked. "I know they're not mine."

"They're mine," Dawn said, "but he can keep them if he 
wants to," the entire time still fucking her fianc‚.  

"I'm Kelly," she replied. "And this is my pussy whipped 
brother, but I guess you've already met." With that she 
held Dawn's panties in my face and said, "Don't stop yet, 
David."

Then she slipped Dawn's panties over my head, arranging 
them so I could see out of the leg holes, and reached in 
to grab my cock. Leaning in the car, she began to jack me 
off. 

"Like this?" "Go ahead, tell your friend what you think 
of her panties."

The aroma was just too much.  " I love pussy," I replied. 
"I'm going to keep these, and never wash them; and I'll 
sniff them every day as I jack off."

Kelly kept pumping on my dick. Sometimes rough, sometimes 
gentle, somehow I wasn't surprised she knew what she was 
doing. 

When I was about to come, Kelly whispered in my ear, 
"Raise up, so your friend can see you come."

I was in her control. Anyone watching would have seen my 
cock in the window.  I wasn't about to stop now. I shot a 
big load of cum in Kelly's hand.

"That's a good boy," Kelly cooed. "Rest a minute, I'll be 
back."

My heart was pounding, I was breathing hard, and every 
breath reminded me again of Dawn's panties still on my 
face.

Dawn had moved back to my side, and was watching 
everything with interest.
Kelly talked with her for about 15 minutes, but I 
couldn't make out what they were saying.

Then Kelly turned to me and said, "David, I did come here 
with a date, so I got to go. Make sure you thank Dawn for 
her panties. Now go buy them both some drinks." And with 
that she was gone.

I struggled back into my clothes and went to the 
refreshment stand. When I came out, I had a hard time 
finding my car. It was where I left it, but Dawn's was 
gone. When I climbed in, I saw a note on the windshield. 
"We'll meet again" is all it said.



Chapter Three
*************

Kelly is so coy at home. She acts like nothing ever 
happened. She still peeks once in a while, but now she 
mostly throws her panties in my room when I'm not around. 
I have to rush home to get them before Mom finds them, 
but I also rush home to play with them. Sometimes I even 
put them on. The feel of silk and lace is a new high for 
me. I wonder what Kelly has in mind next.

I was soon to find out.

Kelly told me not to make any plans for Friday night. I 
spent the week in frenzied anticipation. When Friday 
came, I found out that our parents were going to the 
movies! After they left, Kelly peeked into my room. I was 
jacking off, wearing her silkiest panties. The feel of 
the silk against my balls, and lace on my legs gave me an 
incredible hardon.

"I thought you might like those," she said. "I'm going to 
take a shower. I want you to go to my room and find the 
lingerie you like best. If you're wearing it and 
masturbating when I come back, I'll let you keep it."

I rushed to her room. I knew where she kept her nighties, 
and I knew just the one I wanted. She had the flimsiest 
lace-covered babydoll outfit.  I'd seen her wear it 
several times. It was thin enough for me to know she 
shaved her pussy, and was very feminine. I shuddered as I 
pulled it over my head. I climbed on to her bed, and 
pulled my panties down to my ankles. The feel of the 
silky material excited me so. I laid back in 
anticipation, and was soon rubbing the material all over 
my body.

Kelly was taking her time. It had to be the longest 
shower she ever took. I was timing my strokes to her 
arrival, having to stop several times, 'cause I didn't 
want to come prematurely. Finally the doorknob turned. 
There stood Kelly, and her best friend Leanne.

"See, what did I tell you," said Kelly. "David can't help 
it. He'd make a perfect pussy slave."

I was shocked. And excited. I couldn't stop. I looked 
both girls in the eyes, and stroked faster. The girls 
came into the room, and sat down on the bed with me.

"Would you like to be MY pussy slave?" asked Leanne.

"Yes," I groaned. The thought of being a slave to this 
red-haired beauty was just too much. "Command me!"

"That babydoll looks nice on you," Leanne replied, "and 
you may keep it; but if you're going to be MY slave, you 
have to dress like I tell you. I brought something else 
for you to wear. Slow down, I don't want you to come 
yet."

She grabbed the panties from my ankles and gave me a 
garter belt and nylons. The belt had little red roses on 
the front.

"Put these on." She commanded.

With both girls watching, I fastened the belt around my 
waist and rolled the nylons up my legs. I hooked the 
nylons to the belt, and made the garter straps as tight 
as I could. The nylons felt great against my legs.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" asked Leanne. "If 
you're going to be my slave, you must answer me 
truthfully."

"Yes, Mistress, " I said shamefaced and excited. "I can't 
help it. It makes me feel so aroused."

"That's alright, " Leanne cooed. "You're doing well, and 
deserve to be rewarded. Now scoot down to the edge of the 
bed, and hang your head over the side, face up."

My cock ached, it was so swollen. The babydoll brushed 
against it and I shuddered. So far I liked this game. It 
took every ounce of will power not to come all over 
Kelly's pink sheets. I moved to the side of the bed in a 
trance, my eyes blurred from the excitement. I had obeyed 
my new Mistress's first command, and now I was to be 
rewarded.

Leanne hopped off the bed, and unfastened her skirt. 
Underneath, all she was wearing was crotchless panties. 
Her red pussy hairs glistened. The hair was so fine, I 
could easily see her pouting pussy lips. She turned 
around and backed up to the bed, sitting down on my face.

"Now I'm going to teach you how to please me," she said. 
"Lick me, eat me, until I come in your face."

I grabbed her hips, and pulled her down further onto my 
face. The taste, the aroma, the feel of Leanne dancing on 
my face was making me insane. I licked, as if my tongue 
had a mind of it's own. Leanne squirmed and pressed down 
harder. "Yes, mistress, this is what I need," I thought 
to myself.

Then Leanne came. It was a taste of heaven. I spewed come 
all over my frillies, and Kelly's bed. Leanne's pussy was 
slick with come. I let go of her hips, so she could get 
up, but she just slid on my face more.

"I'm not through with you yet," she cried. "Now lick me 
clean."

More pussy licking?  Oh yes! I didn't want it to stop. My 
tongue was very tired, but I wasn't going to stop; not 
yet. Leanne's pussy slid all over my face, covering me in 
her sticky nectar. I licked for about ten more minutes, 
sticking my tongue deep inside her. I wanted every last 
drop. Finally, Leanne slid to the floor, panting. She 
reached up and tweaked my stiff and sore nipples under 
the gauzy material.

"I think this will work," she murmured.

I was giddy with excitement. BOY, did I like this! I 
didn't want it to stop, ever! What had I gotten myself 
into? After a few moments, I got up, and started to 
remove my sticky nylons. I knew my parents would be 
coming home soon.

"Wait," said Leanne. "The night is far from over. I've 
got one more lesson for you tonight. I want you to go put 
sweat clothes and sneakers over your girlie clothes. 
We're going to go visit Dawn."


Chapter Four
************

Strange sensations flooded my brain. I sat between Kelly 
and Leanne in the car. I was wearing a sweat suit, but 
the sensations on my skin were of lace, silk, and nylon.

"David," said Leanne,  "you pleased me well. I asked if 
you wanted to be my slave and you said "Yes". I want to 
know if you were serious, or just caught up in the 
moment; so I will ask you once again: "Would you like to 
be my pussy slave?"  Before you answer, remember this: if 
you so "No", we will have fond memories, but this will go 
no further; if you say "Yes", I expect you to obey me 
completely, and always answer me truthfully. If you ever 
change your mind, all you have to do is say the secret 
word, "Pinocchio", and this will all end, forever.
What is your answer?"

"Yes, " I whispered.

Kelly drove us to a section of town I'd never been to 
before. We went to a subdivision of new small houses 
crammed together on narrow streets. There were few 
driveways, and everyone else parked on the street. It 
must have been a mess getting out of there in the 
morning.

The girls led me to a little yellow house halfway down 
the block. So this is where Dawn lived! Kelly knocked on 
the door, and some girl I'd never met before open the 
door. There was a party going on. There were food and 
drinks out, and presents stacked on the table by the 
wall. There were ONLY girls there; about eleven of them, 
including Dawn.

"Hi David," yelled Dawn, "come in; we were waiting for 
you."

"David," said Leanne, "this is Dawn's batchlorette party. 
I told her that you would help serve the food and drinks, 
so that we girls can enjoy the party. Now say hello to 
Dawn, then go help out in the kitchen."

I made my way over to where Dawn sat; a little self-
conscience about being the only guy at an all-girl party, 
and greatly self-conscience of my frillies caressing my 
skin.

"Hello Dawn," I said. " I'm glad to meet you again.  
Kelly didn't say anything about your party when she 
brought me over here, or I would have brought a present. 
I hope I'm not intruding."

"Don't worry about it," grinned Dawn. "I asked Kelly to 
bring you. I was just telling the girls how we met, and 
they all wanted to meet you."

My face was turning red. I wanted to run away, but 
strangely enough, I wanted to stay, too. 

"Girls," Dawn continued, "we WANT David to join our 
party, don't we?"

"Yes!" they all chorused; "We want you to join us."

"See," said Dawn. "You can be just one of us girls. Now 
please go help Lisa in the kitchen, so you both can get 
back out here sooner."

Confused, dazed, and secretly thrilled, I scampered out 
of the room. 

I found the kitchen, manned by a short cute blonde 
cutting up green peppers. Tomato sauce was simmering on 
the stove; five bowls were sitting by the sink, each 
covered with a small hand towel, and a large array of 
liquor bottles sat on a table by the door.

"Hi," said the girl. "I'm Lisa. You must be David. Dawn 
said you'd be here to help. I'm in the middle of making 
pizzas, and I could sure use a hand. I'll tend bar and 
cut up the veggies if you'll roll out the dough. Pizza 
pans are under the sink. Let me get you a drink first, 
though. You look like you could use one."

A drink; I probably could use one indeed. I took a deep 
breath; my head was still
reeling from all that had happened so far. I nodded my 
head and took the amber-filled glass from her hand.

"Thank you.  I'll get right on those pizzas."

We chatted about several things as we worked; where we 
went to school, (Lisa and her friend Amy had both 
graduated the year before), future plans, Dawn's wedding, 
and favorite places in town. (I didn't mention the drive-
in.) I found out that this wasn't Dawn's house, Lisa and 
Amy shared it.  Lisa was busy with drinks, filling snack 
bowls, and chatting with her friends as they came by, and 
I stuck the pizzas in the oven, washed dishes and 
glasses, and wiped the counters. Working in the kitchen 
had given me a few moments to regain my composure and 
reflect on what had happened so far; and I liked it.

Soon the pizzas were done.  Lisa and I took them into the 
living room and set them down wherever we could find 
room.

There weren't enough chairs, so I leaned against the 
wall. 

Dawn was opening gifts, and the girls were making risque 
comments about lingerie and wedding night sex.

"David," said Leanne, "we want you to enjoy the party. 
Come sit on the floor and take your shoes and socks off. 
You've been standing for at least the last hour."

My shoes AND socks? I hesitated. If I did that, they 
would see my nylon-covered toes! Then I thought of all my 
previous exhibitionist fantasies. Here I was the only 
guy, with eleven or twelve girls who had already heard 
about Dawn and me at the drive-in. They already knew!

Leanne was challenging me to live out a fantasy I had 
never considered. Masturbating for a room full of girls 
who WANTED to watch me!

I shivered with excitement, and slowed did as Leanne 
asked. The girls giggled, as the shiny nylon became 
apparent.

"What did you think of Dawn's wedding lingerie?" asked 
Leanne. "Do you like it?"

"Yes." I replied. "It's very sexy. I'm sure it would look 
good on her."

"David," continued Leanne, "why don't you show Dawn the 
type of lingerie YOU like."

I couldn't stop.  I shivered with excitement as shyly I 
took off my sweatshirt. The babydoll had bunched up 
around my shoulders, and when I smoothed it out, my 
nipples ached. The girls smiled and gave me all the 
encouragement I needed to slip off my sweat pants. In 
addition to the nylons and garters, Leanne had given me 
her crotchless panties. I was flush with excitement. My 
dick was stiff and standing proud. All the girls were 
clapping and whistling. I was naked and dressed at the 
same time; and I was enjoying it.

"Now," said Leanne, "it's time for me to give Dawn my 
present.  David, masturbate for the girls, and don't stop 
until you cum."

Leanne handed me a jar of Vaseline. I slowly smeared it 
all over my throbbing cock, letting each girl see me 
revel in the silky softness.

I stroked. Watching all the girls watching me. I stroked 
to each girl, slowly at first, then adding a few quick 
strokes; giving each one eye contact, and a smile. They 
were all watching me. I wanted them all to see me 
masturbate. I wanted to watch them watching me. Watch me 
jack off until I came. I wanted to watch them watch me 
cum. I was in paradise. I played with my nuts, stopping 
to regain my breath. The girls were cheering me on.  Some 
of them were flashing their panty-covered pussies at me. 
I didn't want to stop, but I didn't want to cum, either. 
I just wanted it to last as long as possible. I slid my 
fingers to the base of my cock, pressing the skin into my 
groin, making my cock stand out farther. The girl sitting 
on the couch in front of me, Amy, grinned. I smiled back. 
Then I started stroking again, faster. I still remember 
that smile. I came. I shivered. I caught my cum in my 
open hand and smeared it back on my still throbbing 
shaft. My cum was a lot silkier than Vaseline, so I 
stroked for a few minutes more. My cock was super-
sensitive. My cum, silky at first, felt like the lingerie 
caressing my body.  The more I stroked, the stickier my 
cum became. Then I stopped, exhausted, spent.

Dawn walked up to me and raised her dress, to show a 
shaved pussy underneath. Then she placed her leg on my 
shoulder, grabbed my head, and ground it into her pussy. 
I lapped and sucked on those sweet lips. She pushed me 
down to the floor and sat on my face. My head was covered 
by her dress, so I just closed my eyes, and enjoyed the 
sensations. Soon my face was just as wet and sticky as my 
groin.

Dawn crawled off, to be replaced by another shaved pussy, 
Kelly's. Tired as I was, I licked her as best I could, 
but mostly I just let her smother me and slide all over 
my face.

Other hands were caressing my body, stroking my cock. I 
got semi-hard again.  Lisa brought out a bowl of soapy 
water, and several girls proceeded to give me a sponge 
bath and helped dry me off. I just lay there, totally 
exhausted, and totally exposed, with no desire to cover 
up.

Finally, Lisa and Amy helped me to the couch, and made me 
sit between them. Lisa handed me a drink. Then Lisa and 
Amy each took one of my nylon-covered legs and hooked it 
over one of theirs, leaving me still fully exposed, my 
nylons rubbing against theirs. They asked if I wanted to 
stay for the night, but I guess I'll have to ask Leanne 
first. 

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sun, not thinking about adult situations.  

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