A few folks asked for more after my other story so I’ve got a bit of time. Some of this is fact, other bits are my imagination to make it more fun for the readers.

Stan, by asking me to wear mums pants which felt satiny and smooth compared to boring old y fronts stirred my interest in women’s undies and clothes so I took to trying them on when alone making sure ‘no spillages’ on clean ones. Then I tumbled on the laundry basket used ones which meant I could freely wank in those without any worry.

Stan and I continued to sort of f hang out together without any mention of sexy stuff. We spent time walking, playing football, cricket etc to keep from being bored. I guess after a couple of weeks or so we were playing cricket, just me and him on the playing field. Some of you might know how bowlers polish the ball on their trousers well Stan was in shorts pretending to polish the ball before bowling but instead of the side of his trousers he was ‘polishing’ it on his crotch and the effect on his cock was plain to see. ‘Let’s go’ he said.

Back at his house, everyone out, he dropped his shorts and pants and told me to suck him. I knelt and did as ordered and, gasping, he fucked my face. His hard and oh so smooth and hot cock in my mouth was electrifying.

After a while he stopped and took me upstairs telling me to strip naked as he removed his remaining clothes. On the bed, he ordered. My mind was on women’s undies so I said ‘just like this? Or…. ? Stan tumbled what I meant and told me to wait.

Moments later he can back with a pair of pants and also a full length slip. I think I must of gasped. I took the pants, put them on them found how to put the slip on which was satiny smooth over my body. Lie down, Stan ordered and just as before I lay on my stomach and Stan climbed between my legs and fed hid rock hard wet cock up the leg of the pants and nestled between my crack, held tight by the pants, and started to frantically fuck my crack. In no time at all he was shooting his load inside the pants.

We tidied up, don’t know how he dealt with the cum soaked pants and dampened slip. I dressed and went home. Stan had been in charge and control and never bothered about my needs. I didn’t care that much, I liked it that he wanted to do things to me and that I got to wear women’s undies at the same time. Fortunately, when I got home the house was silent so I rushed upstairs to the laundry basket, stripped naked, got out a pair of mums pants and wanted myself off thinking about what had just happened and what might happen next.