(Brian has written about some of his early knickers-experiences, and the story has been edited by Rosemarie.)
It was in the early 50’s when I was at secondary school and my cousin Sheila was at grammar school, that we two cousins used to visit each other and have fun times during our school holidays.
I loved to watch Sheila and her friends doing their handstands against a wall. Sheila usually tucked her skirt into the waist-elastic of her knickers when she was doing this and gave us all a good, long look at her gorgeous knickers. The girls’ knickers of the early fifties were rather like adult women’s directoire knickers. However, instead of the lovely, long knicker-legs of their mothers’ and aunties’ knickers, the girls’ knickers had shorter legs that gripped their smooth, milky thighs well above their knees. Sheila had told me that there were various knicker-leg lengths available, but she preferred her knickers to have their elasticated legs about three inches long during the summer months. Then, that previous winter she had been very excited to show me that she was wearing the longer-leg knickers that she and her mother had chosen from their local underwear shop while I had watched, very red-faced, on that very embarrassing but memorable day, from behind one of the many, nearby underwear-mannequins.
I had then watched her mother choosing some lovely, pastel-coloured Directoire Knickers for herself, with Sheila and the lady behind the counter excitedly helping her. As they held up each pair of knickers my heart leapt and thumped furiously while I studied every detail of those heavenly knickers. I adored their long, elasticated knicker-legs, and their long, kite-shaped knicker-gusset so much that I almost passed out with joy and heart-thumping arousal. Now and again the ladies would peer around to make sure that I was nearby, but they made no attempt to hide their knickers from me, and judging from the pitying smiles on their faces it was almost as if they wanted me to look at their knickers, and expected me to feel inferior and submissive to their superior underwear. I was confused by all the conflicting emotions coursing through me, but of one thing I was sure, I adored their knickers and could think of nothing else but their knickers.
Eventually I was smilingly given the paper packages of knickers to carry for Sheila and her mum, and by the time we arrived at their house I was almost in a trance. My thoughts were all knickers-thoughts as I handed over the correct packages of their knickers to Aunty Enid and Sheila. When they went off to their bedrooms my head began to fill with wonderful visions of the two females pulling up each pair of those wonderful knickers that I had earlier watched them choose so carefully and lovingly.
It was the beginning of a life-long adoration of women’s knickers and girls’ knickers.
The lads who played with us used to have little bets on what colour any girl’s knickers would be that day and we used to find out by getting the girls to do handstands for a bet of a toffee or a piece of chocolate. Some of the girls used to keep their toffees up their knicker leg, so it was quite a thrill to win a toffee off a girl knowing it had just been near her pussy!
I was not sure whether Sheila had started her holidays, so one day I took a ride over to my Aunty Enid’s to find out. I was very much hoping that Sheila would be at home as it was quite a while since I had seen her, and besides, I was longing to see her knickers again. I had been remembering when we had last been on our own together at her house and she had let me feel her tits as she was thrilled that they were growing bigger.
It had not been long before that wonderful occasion that we had played the exciting game “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine”.
Sheila had pushed me back onto her bed and after a few minutes struggle she overpowered me and quickly sat on my chest. With her skirt over my face I could see nothing but part of her white-knickered bottom. I couldn’t believe how quickly she had my summer shorts off over my feet and I heard them land in the distance. She obviously liked my underpants because there was silence for a moment while she looked at them and my throbbing cock lying semi-hard under their y-front.
“Hmm, nice white underpants,” she murmured, running her fingers all over them.
Then she slipped her fingers in through their soft little entrance and within a few seconds she had slowly taken my semi-hard cock out of the front of my soft, white, cotton underpants and was fondling it with some curiosity. Then quite quickly it had fully stiffened in her hand and she had been startled, and then very thrilled with it. I stared as she raised her skirt up to show me a long glimpse of her knickers. Then to my amazement she had begun to tell me how to slowly take down her knickers. She was wearing a wonderful pair of her full-fitting, white knickers. They were her summer knickers with their shorter knicker-legs, and with their lovely, puckered knicker-elastic holding them snugly onto her long, smooth thighs. I was spell-bound, trembling and very aroused while she held onto my stiff, throbbing cock, but I managed to slide my hands up to the elastic-waist of her knickers. I moaned and gulped with emotion as I began to slowly ease down her knicker-elastic, bringing her soft knickers with it.
“Oooh, my knickers,” she gasped, gently squeezing my throbbing cock. “That feels wonderful. Go on Brian, hold my lovely white knickers,” she blurted. “Look at my knickers. Take my knickers down a bit more. I want you to take my knickers down, Brian. Go on, further down, more. They feel wonderful coming down my legs, Brian”.
By that time I, too, was gasping, but with confused excitement and with the feel of her wonderful, soft knickers in my hands.
“Look at my pussy, Brian. Do you like what you see?” she gasped in a strange voice.
I couldn’t say anything, and just gazed between the tops of her well-spread thighs where her lovely white knickers were just peeling away from her open pussy.
“Oh Sheila, it’s beautiful,” I gasped, staring at its protruding shapeliness now uncovered except by the thin covering of her pale, wispy hairs.
“You are the very first to take down my knickers and look at my pussy,” she whispered sexily. “Take a good, long look at it as you will have to earn the next look at it,” she smiled and squeezed my throbbing cock.
I stared closely at her lowered knickers and at her pussy, but when I went to press my lips to her pussy-lips she pushed my head away, saying sharply, “No, but you can pull up my nice, soft knickers for me, and you must pull them up properly, too”.
I dare not say anything as she was squeezing my cock surprisingly hard, and I let out a little moan as I started to ease her knickers slowly up over her thighs, and then I watched as her beautiful, pink pussy disappeared into her white knickers. She moved her thighs a little as her knickers found their way onto her pussy, and she moaned, “Mmmm, yes, Brian, I love your hands on my knickers. You may kiss my lovely knickers before you pull them right up, yes, yes, kiss my knickers, Brian,” she moaned again, and I could tell that she loved having her knickers fondled and played with, just as I loved to see and kiss, and fondle them. I adored her knickers more than anything I’d ever seen before, and I almost sobbed as I buried my face into her beautiful, white knickers and blurted, “Oh Sheila, I love your knickers.”
She responded by whispering, “That’s good, Brian as I love to have my knickers fondled and loved, and taken down and pulled up again and again,” and she writhed her body with the pleasure of having her knickers being pulled slowly right up to her waist. She then told me to hold up her skirt and watch how she liked to have her knickers pulled up properly. I did so and watched enraptured as she lowered her knickers down to her thighs and started to pull them up again. I could see that anything to do with Sheila’s knickers was a pure art, and she spoke in a very excited whisper as she explained all about the pleasures she enjoyed with her knickers. With the last gentle snaps of her leg-elastics, and a final caress of her knickers, she told me to look and learn, and then to lower her skirt-hem to cover her wonderful, white knickers.
“Mummy will be here in a minute,” she whispered as she finally managed to put my stiff cock away into the softness of my white underpants. Her face was very red when, giving me a penetrating stare, she lifted her skirt well up and did a slow twirl right around so that I could look at her beautiful, big white knickers all the way from their gently-gripping knicker-leg elastics up past her rounded bottom and the wonderful bulge of her pussy, right up to their puckered waist-elastic firmly gripping her waist. She blushed as she allowed me to stare at her knickers for a few glorious, unforgettable moments, before quickly dropping her skirt to cover them. Then, both very red-faced, we quickly scuttled downstairs just in time to see her mum approaching in the distance.
It was a Friday afternoon when I went on my bicycle to see if Sheila was at home. Aunty Enid told me that her daughter was on her last day at school and would be home early ‘if I wanted to stay’. I eagerly accepted her offer and my Aunty made a drink and gave me a piece of cake whilst I waited. Shortly though, I felt the need to go to the bathroom and asked my Aunty if it was ok to go upstairs.
“Of course you can,” she said. “You remember where it is, at the top of the stairs”.
I was soon in the bathroom, with the door shut. When I came out I noticed that there was a linen basket on the landing that I had not noticed on the way to the bathroom, and there, dangling over the top was the silky leg of what must be a pair of knickers. Everything was quiet and I assumed my Aunty was still downstairs in the kitchen, so, with my heart thumping, I pulled the silky item of underclothing out of the basket and saw that it was indeed a pair of big, silky, pale blue Directoire knickers. My eyes suddenly went misty and I trembled all over.
The knickers felt slightly warm to my touch as I gently fondled that beautiful item of ladies intimate underwear. I soon realized that the knickers were too big for my cousin Sheila so assumed they must be my Aunty’s knickers. Their knicker-gusset was slightly moist and stained through being worn recently, and I could not resist lifting the knickers up to my nose and inhaling the wonderful, womanly odour they gave off. Then I buried my face into them and was immediately immersed in knickers-heaven, quite forgetting that Aunty Enid could appear at any time.
I had always had a deep fascination about ladies knickers. It was always the done thing to try to see up the skirts of our lady teachers at Junior School, to see what colour of knickers they were wearing that day. Being wartime and then just afterwards when I was at Junior School, the teachers were usually wearing the heavier sort of directoire knickers. However, there was one rather well-to-do lady who nearly always wore shiny, silky knickers. She always wore a different pair of pastel-coloured knickers each day, and sometimes she wore a pair of pure-white knickers, which some of the girls liked the best of all. She was a stern but friendly teacher, and seemed to enjoy sitting on the front desk where we could all easily see up her skirt, and we gazed in awe at her beautiful, well-displayed knickers. Sometimes we saw her stocking-tops and suspenders, especially through her thin, white knickers.
I had seen many pairs of knickers in various ways, but until this moment I had never actually held a pair of women’s directoire knickers in my hand.
The lovely, pale blue knickers felt absolutely heavenly in my hands and just as I took in another breath of the womanly aroma of the previous wearer I was shocked to suddenly hear the angry voice of my Aunty who had just walked out of the front bedroom.
“Just what do you think you are doing with my knickers, young man?” She stared at me, and then at her knickers. “Do you always go around sniffing at women’s worn knickers and handling them like that, you nasty little boy?”
I was too shocked and stunned, and much too frightened to do anything, so I just stood there, transfixed, and still holding my Aunty’s big, very personal knickers to my face with both hands.
I tried to get out my apologies, but I had been caught red-handed and could do nothing except to stammeringly repeat several times that I was sorry. My face was red with embarrassment and even at fifteen years old I was nearly in tears.
“I shall be telling your mother as soon as I see her, and let her deal with you,” she snapped.
“No, no, please don’t do that,” I begged, tears now streaming down my face. “Please Aunty, don’t tell my Mother. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” was all I could manage to stammer.
My Aunty looked at me long and hard, and then she stared at her knickers still clutched to my face as I tried to hide behind them.
After a few, very long moments she said, “Very well. If you are prepared to take your punishment from me, then I might decide to forgive you, and not mention it to your mother”.
My face must have shown my enormous relief, so she went on, “However, Brian, I shall never be able to forget that you stole a pair of my private, intimate knickers from me, and worse still, you actually had your face buried deep into my knickers. Goodness knows what you would have done with them if I had not come upon the scene in time to rescue them, my best directoire knickers, from your wicked activities”.
She continued to stare at me and at her knickers, and then asked, “Are you sure that you want to take your punishment from me?”
I almost sobbed into her knickers as I blurted, “Yes, Aunty”. I expected that she would give me a spanking, and make me do some extra chores in the garden, or something, and I knew I could take a spanking to escape my Aunty telling my mother.
“Are you sure?” she asked, and as I began to become aware of how important her knickers were to her, I gasped, “Yes, Aunty, I will take your punishment if you are not going to tell my mother. Please don’t ever tell her,” I implored, tearfully.
“Very well. Now take my knickers from your face and hand them to me.” As she took them from me I suddenly felt much more vulnerable than when I was clutching her knickers, and I trembled with fear and emotion. I needed to be holding her wonderful knickers, but she held them just out of my reach.
“Give me your tie,” she ordered in a very no-nonsense voice.
My trembling fingers managed to take off my school tie and she snatched it from me. Before I had realised it, she had quickly bound my wrists firmly together in front of me. Then I watched, amazed, as she took the belt from her dressing gown that was hanging over the banister railing, and expertly tied me, around my waist, to the strong, old banister post. I was too scared to struggle and just stood there, very red-faced as she ‘lectured’ me about how a lady’s knickers were very personal and private, and that naughty boys should not look at ladies knickers in any circumstances.
“But you appear to like smelling Auntie’s knickers, so I am going to make you smell them for as long as I think fit, young man,” she murmured as she took her silky blue Directoire knickers in her hand, and then, taking hold of their elastic waistband, she held them up and gazed at them very thoughtfully. She looked at them all over, front and back, and holding them even higher she looked closely at their legs, and then their leg-elastics one by one. Examining her knickers seemed to take an age and I’d never imagined that a woman would be so entranced by her own knickers. It was almost as if I was not there, especially when she pressed them to her face. Then she said from behind her knickers, “Hmmm, this is a pair of my best knickers as I thought. Well, Brian, if you damage them at all you will have to suffer a further punishment, after which you will come with me and buy me some more knickers from your pocket money,” she said in a firm, thoughtful voice.
I quickly blurted, “I would never hurt your knickers, Aunty, I promise that I’ll never, never do anything to hurt your knickers,” and I almost sobbed with emotion as she gazed at me saying the word ‘knickers’ so emotionally. For a moment her face went soft and loving again, and she whispered to me as if in great confidence, “It’s good that you will respect my knickers, dear. I don’t have enough of these lovely silky knickers even now, so I would be very upset if you did anything at all to hurt them. Promise me you will take care of my knickers, dear,” and she looked into my red, embarrassed face as I blurted, “I’ll take care of your knickers, Aunty. I’ll always care for your knickers,” and another little sob of ‘knickers-emotion’ burst from deep inside me.
Even in my confused state, I was aware that her voice went soft and low each time she said the word ‘knickers’, and now she seemed to like repeating ‘knickers,’ almost to herself while she attended to my humiliation. She arranged her knickers until she had the elastic of one leg open. She then slid the elasticated leg over my bound hands and started to carefully pull their leg up my arms until they were fully encased from wrists to shoulder in her silky knicker-leg. I was too stunned and confused to say anything at all, and just watched her with a mesmerised look on my face as she leaned down, undid my belt and let my trousers slide to the floor. “Well at least you are wearing nice, white cotton underpants,” she murmured thoughtfully. “Y-front underpants, too. That’s good, as we now have some nice, white underpants to look at, don’t we, Brian?”
I was so embarrassed that I stared at the floor, unable to say anything but, “Yes, Aunty”.
I had never felt so vulnerable and humiliated in my life, and then it suddenly occurred that she had said “We will look at your underpants, and not ‘I’, and I trembled as I remembered that Sheila may arrive before I was released from Aunty’s knickers. Would she really allow her daughter to see her cousin in such a shameful and humiliating situation? And then my whole, disbelieving attention became focused on what Aunty was doing, for she was opening out the waist-elastic of her knickers. Then she pulled her knickers carefully up over my head and shoulders until my face was up against their damp, double-thickness gusset. The other leg of her knickers was now above my head and she gave this a couple of twists, and then she doubled the elasticated end of the leg back down over my head and let the elastic snap down so that it was securely around my neck.
“Oh Aunty,” I gasped, and gave a little sob of shame and humiliation. But I got no more sympathy from her, and instead she pressed her knicker-gusset all over my face with a little giggle of pleasure.
“Now young man, you can breathe in the smell of my nice, blue knickers until your cousin Sheila gets home. Perhaps you won’t want to smell Aunty’s knickers any more after a few hours in your knickers-prison,” she said ominously, touching and stroking her knickers here and there.
“I have to go out for a while, so I’m leaving a note for Sheila, explaining to her what you have been doing with my nice big knickers. She can let you out when she thinks you have been punished enough”. Then she added, “I’m hiding your other clothes so that Sheila will be able to keep you under her control in your underpants. She, too, likes white knickers and white underpants, so I’m sure she will enjoy looking at your nice, white Y-front underpants,” and then, standing close behind me, she put her hands on my underpants waist-elastic and gently eased my pants up a bit, before feeling them all over. “Mmm, yes, such nice, soft underpants, but I shall have a proper look at them when I get back”.
From within my knickers-prison I pleaded with her not to let Sheila see me like this but she said it was part of my punishment. I felt her putting my leather belt around me with the buckle at the back, and pull it tight, and I knew that it must have been looped through the wrought iron eye on the post. Now I was really vulnerable to Sheila’s attentions and I prayed that she would be late after all.
Soon, I heard Aunty Enid go out of the house and I was left wondering what excuse I was going to have to give to my Cousin to explain the predicament I was in. The stillness of the empty house let me concentrate on the wonderful knickers-aromas in which my face was unavoidably immersed. I was a secure prisoner of a pair of my Aunty’s gorgeous, blue, directoire knickers, and there was no escape. The sensations started to make my cock harden and I was soon aching with a rampant erection inside my exposed, white underpants, but I dared not even try and wriggle free and escape my punishment. I instinctively knew that the penalty for escape would be very serious, so I tried to steel myself for the awful humiliation that I was convinced would soon consume me from top to toe.
It must have been about 15 minutes later when I heard the door open and after a little while the unmistakable footsteps of my cousin Sheila coming upstairs. It was impossible to see through the double gusset of the knickers inside which I was securely imprisoned, so I could only feel her presence beside me. Nothing was said for a couple of minutes as she examined me all over. Then, “Who’s been a naughty boy then?” she crowed at me. “Been sniffing at dirty knickers, have we?” Then she rubbed her hand over her mum’s knickers pushing the wet knicker-gusset up against my face.
Sheila was two years older and also somewhat bigger and stronger than me.
“Getting a sexy thrill out of this are you Brian? Is it giving you a stiffy?” and with that she grabbed at the front of my exposed, Y-front underpants making me yelp like a puppy.
“My, we have got a hard-on in our underpants, haven’t we? She gave my cock a squeeze and said, “You just stay there thinking about what is going on around you, and all you can do is hear and not see anything”.
I heard her go into her bedroom nearby and after a few moments she said sexily, “I’m undressing, Brian. I’m going to take off my uniform. I’m taking my blouse off now, and now I’m taking off my skirt”. I heard her give a little giggle when she said, “Now I’m stood here in just my knickers and brassiere, Brian. Bet you wish you could see me, don’t you? I bet you would just love to see my stiff nipples poking through my brassiere, and my bottle green school knickers sticking to my hot, moist cunt, don’t you?”
Of course I did. I could see her in my mind’s eye in just her nice, white bra and a pair of her full-fitting, regulation, bottle green school knickers, and my cock was throbbing stiffly at the thought. But I couldn’t touch it and managed instead to rub it against the post. “Ooooh,” I moaned, and gasped at the touch of my soft cotton underpants against my rigid cock and aching balls.
Sheila was going on, “I’m taking off my bra and jiggling my tits in front of you. Want a suck, cousin? Sorry, you can’t, can you!” she teased. “Now I’m sliding my knickers down my legs and pulling my cunt open for you. It’s all wet and sticky after running from the bus stop and now seeing you undressed and exposed in your white underpants. Oooh, cousin, dear, I can see your Y-front underpants, and here am I with my knickers down on my thighs. You could see my hot, open cunt if you did not have mummy’s knickers over your face. How would you like that, cousin Brian? You could have taken my knickers down for me like you did before, but I’m going to have a wash now, and give my cunt a special playing with before I put on a fresh pair of knickers, Brian. Will you watch me playing with my fresh, white knickers, cousin? They are lovely knickers to play with, and now I have my knickers over my face like you. Mmm, they are gorgeous knickers, and now I’m having a wash of my hot cunt”.
I could hear the water running and my head was filled with wonderful images of my cousin playing with her cunt with her knickers over her head.”
I let out a moan of desperate frustration, and my cock twitched and throbbed terribly.
“Please Sheila, come and let me go now. I want to see your knickers and things,” I groaned, but she simply giggled and said, “Oh no, you don’t get free until I say so”.
The toilet flushed and then a few moments later she was beside me again. “I’ve still got my knickers on my face, but I can see through my knicker-legs. They’re my short-leg knickers, Brian, but I’ve brought my school knickers for you to touch,” and suddenly in my hands I could feel what were definitely the warm softness of her knickers. I clasped them lovingly, hardly able to contain my joy, and I longed to see them. But that was not to be, and when she came closer I wondered if she had really stripped off or was she just teasing me.
Then she took her knickers back. “I want my nice school knickers,” she murmured, and then she raised my bound hands up and placed them directly on her tits.
“Ooooh,” I moaned with surprise and joy, and yes, they were naked and she let me feel them for a few seconds before taking my hands down between her legs and rubbing them up and down her hairy pubes. I tried to slip a finger into her but she pulled away saying “Naughty boys don’t get treats”.
There was silence for a few moments, and I was confused. Then she put my hands high up onto her face and I felt the unmistakable feel of her soft knickers covering it. “There”, she said, “I told you I have my knickers over my head and face. I often do that in bed and pretend that you are kissing me through my knickers, Brian. Would you like to kiss me through my lovely, white knickers, Brian?” she asked, her voice low and sexy. “My knickers feel so nice on my face. Here, feel my knicker-legs hanging from my face, Mmmm, they are such lovely, soft white knickers, Brian. And now I want to put my knickers on”.
I listened and heard the slither of her knickers coming off over her head, and then she leaned against me for support to step into their elasticated legs. “Mmmm, these are such lovely knickers,” she murmured as she pulled them slowly up, and I remembered when I had watched her pulling up her knickers the year before. I heard the snaps of her knicker-elastics and then she stood up and put her arm around my waist and rubbed against me. “Mmmm, I can feel your lovely white underpants rubbing against my knickers, cousin dear. Underpants and knickers rubbing together, lovely white pants, look, Brian, look at our lovely pants touching and rubbing,” and she writhed her body all over my bottom and wherever she could get to me, and then I felt her hand on my cock through my underpants. “Oooh, cousin dear, your cock is so stiff and hard. What a pity you can’t touch it and play with it,” she teased. “Now I have my knickers on I’m going to put on my lacy bra”.
While she did so, she went on about how sexy her knickers felt and how they were a snug fit on her cunt. “Mmmm, I do love to feel my knickers hugging my cunt,” she said, sexily, and it looks so nice in these white knickers. Mmmm, white knickers and white underpants look wonderful together, Brian. What a pity you can’t see them,” she teased. “Now I shall go and look at myself in the mirror and rub my cunt through my knickers; it’s itching for a nice deep rubbing. I have my used knickers to play with too, and mmmmm, they do smell nice,” and as I heard her breathing them in, my cock was so stiff and throbbing that it almost hurt with its every movement against my soft, teasing underpants.
I was in an incredibly exciting daze, and becoming somewhat disorientated, too, but hearing the heavy breathing noises from her bedroom I could imagine what she was doing, and I moaned in frustration. If it was not for my Aunty’s wonderful knickers over my face I would have gone mad, but taking in deep breaths through her wonderful knicker-gusset occupied me until suddenly Sheila was beside me, and stroking my underpants all over. She said nothing but I could feel that she really did love my soft, white underpants. And then I felt her releasing the two belts that were holding me securely to the post. Suddenly I was free from the post, and, holding the strong waist-elastic of my y-fronts, she led me into her bedroom. She guided me to lie back on her bed, while still holding onto my underpants waistband. I had already felt that she liked holding my underpants, and then I could feel her breath as she leaned over me. “Mmmm, I can see your nice, white, Y-front underpants,” she murmured, fondling them around their wide, white waist-elastic. “Did mummy make you undress so that we could see what underpants you are wearing? Mummy likes white cotton underpants, and I do too. Are you embarrassed that I am looking at your exposed, white, Y-front underpants, Brian?”
Luckily for me she did not make me admit that I was very embarrassed indeed, but, blushing crimson in my knickers-prison, I heard her murmuring almost to herself; “I do like your underpants, cousin Brian. They are lovely and soft, just like my knickers, mmmmm, yes, I love seeing our white knickers and underpants together,” and she slithered around so that our pants were pressing together. “Oooh, ‘pants to pants’ look lovely together, and I felt her hands caressing and fondling her knickers and my underpants, causing me to moan with pleasure. But she ignored me, and instead got up and knelt astride my legs. She must have been staring at our pants, and then said, “My, you have got a nice, big, hard cock inside those nice underpants, ” she said as she carefully traced the little seams of the inverted Y of my pants. “Y-front underpants,” she murmured. “I love to see a pair of pure-white Y-front underpants and play with them, so you’ll just have to lie there and take it,” and she wriggled her knickered bottom onto my thighs, trapping them against her very securely. I could even feel where the softness of her knicker-legs ended and the smoothness of her hot, naked thighs began, and it all felt so wonderful that I moaned with pleasure, even though her gentle fingers playing with the front of my underpants were becoming almost too much for my throbbing cock. Soon I felt her fingers exploring the little Y entrance to my pants and then I gasped into Aunty’s knicker-gusset as the tips of her fingers at last touched the naked flesh of my cock.
“Oooh, it’s going to be fun getting that stiff cock of yours out through the front of your lovely pants, but I shall do it in the end,” she murmured while she twisted my cock to one side to make a start. Then very cleverly she eased the waist-elastic of my pants away until the rounded head of my cock started to enter the little ‘cock-place’, as she smilingly called it. She carefully re-arranged my underpants elastic onto my tummy, and then began to draw the stiff shaft of my cock slowly, bit by bit out, through until the whole length of my rampant cock was all outside of my underpants, and I let out a long, groaning moan of intense pleasure. Then she wriggled forward a bit, and said ‘”Your cock is very close to my open, wet cunt, cousin dear. I bet you’d love to thrust it inside, wouldn’t you?” and she wriggled a bit more. I could feel her warm, soft knickers on my cock, and I was moaning as I tried to thrust it at her knickered cunt, but she pulled it away and started to slowly wank my cock, drawing her hand gently up and down its full length, saying, “You seem to love the feel of women’s and girls’ knickers so much, I have a surprise for your cock”.
I could not see anything as my head was still enveloped in her mum’s long, silky blue Directoire knickers, so my imagination was running wild wondering what she had in store for me. She was still sitting on my thighs, facing me, and with her strong expert fingers she bent my cock back slightly, and then I felt something soft and silky brush the tip of my cock as it slid up her thigh. Suddenly, as she held my cock against her thigh, I felt the elastic of her knicker-leg snap against it, and my cock was securely trapped inside her knicker leg. My rampant cock was actually inside my cousin’s lovely, white knickers! My head was trapped inside her Mother’s silky directoire knickers, and my cock was trapped inside her silky-feeling knickers. I nearly passed out, overcome with emotional and sexual arousal, but I managed to thrust my cock up inside her knickers so far that I felt it touch her hot, juicy cunt. She quickly grabbed it from going inside, and instead, she rubbed her hand up and down the whole length of my cock through the softness of her knickers.
“How does that feel Brian, with your head inside my mum’s knickers and your cock inside mine? Which one of us would you like to stick your cock into? Do you fancy my mum’s big, juicy cunt or my tight, young cunt?” She seemed to like saying those naughty sex-words.
I was much too overcome to answer coherently, and I heard myself yelling that I wanted her cunt and her mum’s cunt, and their knickers, and within a few more seconds of her expertly wanking hand I cried out as my cum began to flow up my cock, and the first big spurt burst into her knickers. On and on it spurted until it was jerking, empty and exhausted along her wet thigh. She let me lie there for a few moments before getting up and taking down her wet, sticky knickers. “Stay there while I wash your cum off my leg,” she ordered in a bossy voice.
By the time she had returned I had recovered a bit, and was sitting up. She removed her mum’s knickers from my head and released my hot, blushing face. Then I was stunned to see that she had no knickers on. “Oh Sheila,” I gasped. “Your cunt is beautiful, and —–,” But she immediately ordered me off to wash myself, saying, “Silly boy, you have blown your chance of getting your cock in there, now that you have cum so quickly. Never mind, you’ll know not to pinch my mum’s knickers next time.”
While I was washing I suddenly realised that Aunty Enid had hidden my clothes, and I could not get dressed. I felt terribly embarrassed having to return to Sheila’s room with my underpants on full display, and she made great fun of me. She was just pulling a fresh pair of white knickers up under her skirt, and took her time fondling them out of my sight, except for some frustrating little glimpses, and already my cock was stiffening in my pants.
She noticed, naturally, and made fun of it and my exposed Y-front underpants. It was even worse when she handed me her mum’s knickers and told me to hold them and look after them until she said I could put them down. “Come on, hold her knickers up properly by their waist-elastic so that we can see them,” she teased, and I dared not disobey in case my Aunty should punish me in front of Sheila. Besides, my cousin seemed to have a strange power over me and I dared not disobey her, either.
She dragged me downstairs and into the garden, and all the time I was holding up her mum’s long, blue directoire knickers. I loved them, but that made it all the more embarrassing as Sheila knew that I loved her knickers and her mum’s knickers, and I was feeling more and more shamed and humiliated as the minutes passed. She kept drawing attention to my ridiculous state of undress, while she emphasized that she was fully dressed. She made me walk around so that she could watch my underpants and see my stiffness inside them as the softness of my pants teased the swelling end of my cock.
“How shameful you are, cousin Brian, walking around in your underpants,” she gloated. “Mum will enjoy watching you, and she will enjoy seeing that you are looking after her lovely knickers so well. Come on, hold her knickers up higher so that the neighbours can see a naughty boy in his Y-front underpants”.
I was suddenly afraid, very afraid, and lowered Aunty’s knickers down to cover my underpants, not aware that I looked even more ridiculous like that. Sheila immediately yelled at me, “Hold mummy’s knickers right up for me or you will have them over your head again, and I think she will cane your underpants for you”.
And that is how I was when Aunty Edith arrived home, still walking around my wicked cousin, with Aunty’s knickers held neatly up in front of my face where I was forced to study their frontal detail from their waist-elastic to their elasticated legs.
“Well, Sheila darling, you have done well to keep the naughty boy in order,” she said approvingly. “I hope he gave you some amusement?” she asked, and my cousin whispered at length in her ear.
“Really?” she asked. “Well I never, what a good idea,” and she looked approvingly down at the front of my underpants. “Well, he seems to be stiffening in his nice, white underpants again, but I suppose he should get off home now.
While Sheila fetched my clothes, Aunty Enid spoke softly to me. She took her knickers gently from my hands, saying, “Next time you want a pair of my knickers to play with you must ask me, but there will always be a forfeit to pay, dear. I shall certainly take away your outer clothes again, so be warned!”
The experiences have stayed with me ever since, and I still love the sight and feel of Directoire Knickers.
Brian Suffers More Directoire Knickers Discipline
(Brian has written more about his early knickers-experiences, and the story has been edited by Rosemarie.)
A few weeks had passed since my Aunty Enid had caught me with her directoire knickers to my nose. On that momentous occasion I was feeling their wonderful softness and inhaling their intoxicating, womanly aromas. My Aunty had punished me by tying my hands together and securing me to the banister rail. She had pulled her recently-worn knickers up my arms, and then she had deeply humiliated me by taking down my trousers and exposing my underpants. However, as soon as she saw my nice, white, Y-front underpants I knew that she liked them and that was a big thrill. Soon she had pulled her knickers over my head so that my face was totally imprisoned inside her knickers, and she had left me there for my Cousin Sheila to find me in the most embarrassing and humiliating situation I’d ever known. Sheila had further embarrassed and humiliated me, and during the time since that incredibly dramatic experience I had thought of little else, but I had still not been able to face up to either going to see my cousin Sheila or return to apologise to my Aunty.
It was not until the end of the last week of the long, school holidays that I finally plucked up the courage to visit my Aunty and Cousin to face up to what I had been caught doing on my previous visit.
I cycled up the next day, full of apprehension of what to expect and as I knocked at their door I again recalled what my Aunty had said to me just before I left on that last occasion. She had told me that that the next time I wanted to play with a pair of her knickers I must ask first. Quietly and meaningfully she’d added that if I wanted to play with her knickers there would also be a forfeit to pay! So maybe I would not be given the frosty reception that I had sometimes feared during my fantasising. My Aunty opened the door and to my relief she smilingly said, “Hello Brian, we haven’t seen you for a while”. She peered at my embarrassed-looking face and then asked, “What is the matter, dear. Are you still embarrassed about what happened the last time you came?”
My face turned hot and red, but I had to reply, and managed to say, “Yes Aunty, I am embarrassed but I am very sorry and wanted to tell you that I was sorry for what I did to your lovely knickers.” I was amazed how easily I managed to say the revered word ‘knickers’ to her. During the whole cycle-trip I’d been practising saying ‘knickers’ in different ways and it had only become more and more embarrassing. But now, seeing my Aunty’s sexy, smiling face and the way she was stroking her hips rather expressively through her dress, the word ‘knickers’ just slipped naturally out. I couldn’t help thinking that but for her thin, cotton dress she was directly stroking her wonderful, silky knickers and other intimate underwear, and then, looking more carefully at the thin, clinging material I could easily see the outlines of the puckered elastics of her knicker-legs where I knew that their leg-elastics were gently gripping her thighs. When I looked up at her face she was gazing thoughtfully down at me. Then she smiled knowingly and said, “You had better come in then, and we can talk about it all in comfort.”
Aunty poured me a drink of her delicious, homemade lemonade and we sat down in the front room.
“Now, Brian, dear. What were you saying about Aunty’s knickers?” she asked, and casually pulling the hem of her dress up her stockinged leg she affectionately fondled one of her knicker-leg elastics. I’d seen so many women do that, including my school-mistresses, that I was sure that women enjoyed showing glimpses of their knickers. Now I couldn’t help seeing that she was wearing silky, white directoire knickers, and my face went very hot and red again, but my pulsating cock gave me courage and I managed to speak reasonably clearly, “I am very sorry for what I did on my last visit, Aunty,” I said. “I promise I will never touch your knickers again and I am really sorry.” I’d rather exaggerated my apology, but maybe I was just longing to be forgiven and hoping to hear her talk about her knickers.
“Oh, but I think you do want to touch my knickers again, dear,” she retorted. “You really enjoyed touching my knickers didn’t you? Well, didn’t you?” she repeated, staring intently at me.
Somehow I again managed to say, “Yes, Aunty,” and she went on, “Sheila has gone out for the day, so we can talk about knickers for as long as you need to, and then we can get to the bottom of this obsession of yours without interruption.” Then she asked me very directly, “You do want to get things sorted out, don’t you, Brian?”
As she was demanding an honest answer, and as I was longing to be as close to her knickers as humanly possible, I quickly blurted, “Oh, yes please Aunty,” and my trembling brain wondered what could possibly happen next.
She thought for a moment, and then said, “Well, come over here close to me and we will talk about knickers for a while”. She opened her knees quite wide apart and patted her stockinged thighs. Now I could see part way up under her skirt and my heart thumped loudly as I stared at her white, silky-rayon knickers. She made it obvious that she wanted me to kneel between her open legs whilst we were going to talk, so I moved out of my seat and carefully knelt between her open legs. She hitched her skirt a little higher as I did so and I could see how the shiny, white gusset of her knickers was stretched tightly against her crotch, clearly outlining the shape of her pussy. Putting her hands on the sides of my face she re-directed my gaze from her knicker-gusset to look into her eyes. “See, you were looking up my skirt at my knickers then, weren’t you?” she asked.
Red-faced, I could only nod my head in guilty agreement and she went on, “A lady’s knickers are very private and personal, and they are to be seen or touched only by the males that she wants to see or touch her knickers. They are not for naughty, inquisitive boys to molest in a disgusting manner, and not to be sniffed or wanked into.”
This last expression shocked me as I had never expected my Aunty to use such a word as ‘wank’. I thought only boys said such words when talking amongst themselves, and sometimes with naughty schoolgirls. However, I was going to get even more of an eye-opener before this knickers-discussion was over.
“I wasn’t going to wank into your lovely knickers Aunty,” I protested, but she cut me short, saying, “I don’t know what you were going to do, do I? What you have to understand is that any lady’s knickers are private and personal to her alone. I’m going to put this in clear language that we both understand. A lady’s knickers sit nicely and snugly against a lady’s cunt, dear, and they make her feel safe and secure. Now, if I were to want you to wank in my knickers, it will be I who does any wanking off of the boy or man who I want to wet my lovely knickers. Is that clear, young man?”
I was stunned to hear her say such ‘rude’ words, but could only say, “Yes Aunty”. I was still very shocked that a mature-aged woman even knew such naughty sex-words, let alone would say them to me.
“Now, tell me what you liked about my knickers so much that you had to take them and fondle them,” she demanded.
I gulped down some much-needed air after listening to her amazing revelations. Then I began to tell my Aunty how I had felt when I had handled her knickers on my last visit. Once I’d started and then saw the soft, interested look on her face, the words poured from my heart with enormous relief, but also causing my cock to stiffen in my underpants. “Your knickers looked so beautiful hanging over the edge of the linen basket, Aunty, so lovely and blue and so silky-looking that I just had to feel them and hold them and love them. Your knickers seem to be nicer than the cotton knickers that my Mum wears all the time, and your knickers are like the silky knickers that Sheila sometimes wears.” Suddenly I realised that I had let slip that I had seen Sheila’s knickers and my face went beetroot red.
“Oh yes,” she said. “I know all about you looking at Sheila’s knickers. You get her to do handstands against the wall so you can have a good, long look at them, don’t you? I also know what happened just before I came back that day you were being punished. You and Sheila were playing around with each others knickers and underpants weren’t you?”
I could only nod and hang my head in shame at this. I did not think Sheila would have told her mother about such intimate things we did.
“Sheila likes your nice, soft, white Y-fronts. She thinks you look very sexy in them, and I like soft, white Y-front underpants, too,” she added in a voice that had become husky and low. Her face looked so delightfully flushed and sexy that my heart went out to her, and my cock throbbed almost painfully in my underpants.
She paused awhile, thinking, and continuing to look me straight in the eye for several moments before she asked in the same, low, husky voice, “Do you like the knickers that I am wearing today, Brian?”
I looked up at her and in a quiet voice I said, “Yes Aunty, your knickers look just as silky and soft as the blue ones you left upstairs”.
She smiled and stroked my hair, and then hugged me to her. Her soft breasts pressed reassuringly against me as she said softly into my ear, “Would you like to touch my knickers?”
I immediately trembled all over and buzzed with excitement as I answered that I would love to touch my Auntie’s beautiful, white, directoire knickers.
“Then you must ask me properly if you can touch them, Brian dear,” she whispered in my ear. “I want to hear you say the word ‘knickers’ again. I like the way you say ‘knickers’, dear,” and her face was flushed and looking very desirable.
I cleared my dry throat and then said as calmly as I could manage, “Please may I touch your knickers, Aunty?”
She looked thoughtfully down at me and said, “Yes dear, you may touch my knickers, but I told you the last time that if you asked to touch my knickers there would be a forfeit to pay, didn’t I? Well, I like forfeits, and for your forfeit this time you must first show me your Y-front underpants, and only then I will let you touch my knickers.”
“Oh Aunty,” I blushed with embarrassment as now that I knew that she liked my Y-front underpants I also knew that she would be looking very closely at them, and she would see that my cock was stiff and standing upright in my soft, white pants. But I was so turned on by everything that I stood obediently up in front of her as she directed, and started to undo my shorts. She immediately took my hands away and said, “I shall do that. I like to see a man’s private, white underpants slowly exposed to my gaze, so just stand there and put up with it.”
With that my Aunty slowly undid my shorts, slid them down my legs, and quickly guided my feet out of them. She then took the hem of my shirt in her hands and raising it up she removed it over my head. I was now standing in front of my Aunty in just my white Y-fronts and brown sandals.
Slowly she leaned forwards and put both of her hands on my underpants, starting at their wide white waist-elastic and fondled them all over for a while. It felt wonderful and very sexy, too, but my cock did not swell much as I was so nervous. Then her hands moved around to my bottom and started to gently rub my bum-cheeks with both hands in little circles. For a while she kept gazing at the front of my Y-fronts where the cute little Y-shaped seams were moving and bulging again as the sensation of her hands caressing my bottom was beginning to cause my cock to be come harder. Suddenly she slapped my bottom and said, “Stop getting excited, I do not want you getting all hard just yet. Think about something to take your mind off what I am doing to you.”
I tried, but of course it did not work very well, but somehow my cock did not fully erect inside my Y-fronts while she continued to rub my bottom in little circles. She then moved one hand to the front of my white underpants and started to trace the path of the Y on the front of them. She still continued to squeeze my bottom at the same time as she traced the Y pattern at the front. “My, my, you are getting a big boy now, aren’t you?” she said in that low, husky voice. “I do love the feel of white cotton underpants, especially these Y-fronts. Your Uncle Bill used to wear soft, white, cotton Y-front underpants all the time, and I do miss fondling and touching soft underpants so much.”
Then, taking my hand in hers she placed it onto one, elasticated leg of her white Directoire Knickers. “You are a good boy, really, so you can fondle Auntie’s knickers now while I play with your lovely, white underpants.”
“Oh thank you, Aunty,” I whispered in awe of her intimate attention, and my hand caressed the puckered-elastic hem of her knicker-leg, smoothing it and lifting it slightly to let it settle back in place on her brown-stockinged leg. I dropped my other hand down to play with her other leg, doing the same sort of things with that knicker-elastic. She took one of my hands and began to slide it up and down the leg of her lovely, white knickers, each time sliding my hand a little higher. Soon, I began to feel the thicker welt of her stocking-top, and then higher to feel her suspenders.
“That’s right, dear, you feel all along Aunty’s legs, and rub them both nicely for me,” she whispered. “I haven’t had my legs stroked for years, and you are doing it so nicely. You seem to have a natural touch for a woman’s knickers,” she smiled affectionately. All the time she was watching the bulge grow in my Y-fronts, and soon she took her free hand and cupped my balls in it. “Oh my dear, your balls feel lovely in your soft underpants,” and she started to gently lift them up and down with a little jiggling motion that girls do so well. “My, your cock is growing nicely now, dear, and it is time that I had a good look at it,” and without waiting she started to insert her fingers into the little Y-slot of my underpants. “I love to do this,” she murmured almost to herself, and slowly she eased her fingers through the little slit of my Y-fronts until she could cup my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Lovely, lovely,” she murmured softly. “They feel heavy and full of baby-making juice. We shall find out just how much is in there shortly, but first I want you to do something for me.”
“Yes Aunty?” I asked innocently, but my voice was low with arousal as my cock and balls were feeling wonderful. She took hold of one of my hands and moved it from where I was caressing the lovely, silky leg of her beautiful, white directoire knickers and slid it gently onto the double thickness area of the wide-spread gusset of her knickers. I could hardly believe it but my hand was now right on the crotch of her knickers, right on her hot pussy.
“There, dear, rub there for me now,” she told me. Then after a few moments, “Rub a little harder so I can feel your fingers through my knickers, dear. Use your fingers to explore what’s hiding inside there.”
My heart was pounding. Could this be true? Was it all a dream? But her silky knickers felt wonderful and through them I could feel the mound of her pubic hair covering the bulge of her cunt. My fingers were pointing downwards and I rubbed a little lower with each stroke. Then my middle finger suddenly slipped naturally into a hot, moist, slit-type opening and I felt my Aunty’s knickers going all wet and gooey. “That’s right,” she gasped. “Rub there. Play with it. Rub harder, rub faster, faster”.
Now my dear Aunty managed to free my erect cock from the confines of my soft Y-fronts and it was sticking straight out into the cool air while she gazed at it. “What a wonderful cock,” she gasped, thrusting her whole cunt area forwards against my hand. “It looks so big and stiff sticking out of your lovely, white underpants that I shall play with it while you play with my juicy cunt,” and she fondled my stiff cock as if she had not seen one for a very long time. Soon she was rubbing it up and down over its full length, and every time she slid her hand downwards she unrolled my foreskin, and when she moved up again she rolled it back over my knob end. I could hardly believe it but my Aunty was wanking me off!
Somehow I managed to concentrate enough to obey her orders, “Frig my twat harder, Brian, faster. Yes, yes, yes.” She was almost screaming as she arched her back, and pulling me forward by my cock she forced my knob-end right into the gusset of her lovely, silky Directoire Knickers. I stared down at it as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around me, forcing my cock to push the gusset of her knickers well into her cunt, which must have been wide open inside her knickers as her legs were spread so wide around me. Then she put her other hand down to her knicker-gusset at the front and started to play with something inside it. It must be her clitty, I thought, but I knew so very little about clitties that I watched with curiosity as her fingers and thumb were holding onto something poking out into her wet, silky knicker-gusset. Then she began to rub it very expertly, and for a few glorious moments we thrust together to and fro until I knew that I couldn’t hold on much longer. I knew that I was going to cum soon and felt it building up as it always did.
“Come for me” she suddenly cried as she continued to wank my cock hard, and suddenly I could hold back no longer. A little scream burst from her mouth and at the same time I started to shoot my spunk into the silky gusset of her knickers. Then she screamed again and she reached her orgasm at the very moment that I spurted an enormous jet of cum onto her knickers. I gasped and groaned unstoppably, “Owooooooh, aaarghh! as my cock continued to jerk into her knickers with the longest cum I’d ever known. Finally it stopped and for a moment Aunty opened her eyes and looked down at her knicker-gusset. Then we both collapsed forward against each other, both out of breath, and began to rest awhile in silence.
After a few moments of gently hugging together, we had recovered a bit, and my amazing Aunty said, “That’s the first time anybody has had their cock anywhere near me for far too long. I really, really, enjoyed that, Brian, dear.”
I managed to say something like, “It was wonderful, Aunty,” but my brain was too befuddled to say or do much at all. When we finally pulled apart she looked down at her knickers again, and I watched her gently ease them out of herself. My hard cock had pushed her knicker-gusset in between her lovely, full, cunt-lips and her knickers had naturally remained there.
“Goodness, look at all that spunk you have squirted over my knickers, and the inside of my knickers are just as wet with my cum as well. You are a randy little lad, aren’t you, Brian?”
I was quickly recovering and spoke so freely that I surprised myself when I said passionately, “Yes Aunty, and it’s all because I love your knickers so much. I have seen your lovely knickers for months and longed to touch them, but I never dreamed that I would ever get to doing things like this to your wonderful knickers. It was so lovely, Aunty. Thank you for letting me do what we just did.”
Aunty smiled happily and then confided, “I must go and change my knickers as these knickers are so wet and sticky. You can come and choose a fresh pair of knickers for me”
My heart leapt with joy and surprise for it seemed to me that I might even be going to get the chance to watch Aunty change her knickers.
“Oh, yes please, Aunty. Can I really choose what colour knickers you will wear?”
“Of course you can, dear, but first we have to clean you up, so come here.” With that she pulled me to her and to my utter amazement she started to lick and suck my cock. It felt strange and wonderful, and her tongue seemed to know exactly what to do as my cock tingled and began to grow longer again. When it was finally clean of cum, she dried it with a hanky and sprinkled some talcum powder over it. “There, that will make it feel nice,” she murmured, and slowly and carefully tucked it back into my Y-fronts. She spent a few moments stroking and fondling my Y-fronts into place, murmuring, “Your underpants are so soft and white and lovely, dear, and so nice to look at, but it’s time to go upstairs, and she stood up. With my cock nicely throbbing with her expert touch on my underpants I went to retrieve my shorts but she stopped me saying, “Come upstairs in just your lovely Y-fronts so that I can watch your bottom jiggle as you go,” and she made me go up in front of her so she could watch my bottom in just my lovely, white underpants.
As we went up the stairs she told me that my cousin Sheila was intending to go on a school field-trip during the next half term holiday. “Sheila will be away for the whole week,” she said with some excitement in her voice. She explained that she did not like being at home on her own, and asked, “How would you feel if I asked your Mum and Dad if you could come and stay for the week here with me? We could really enjoy ourselves, couldn’t we?”
I could hardly believe my ears, and blurted out, “Will I be able to see your knickers again, Aunty?”
She let out a little laugh and said, “Yes, of course you will see my knickers, dear, and during the week I will teach you how to wash and iron my knickers and your lovely soft, white, cotton underpants, too. I’m sure you will enjoy seeing our knickers and underpants hanging everywhere, and there will be some of Sheila’s knickers, too.
My heart was thumping with excitement and I said how much I’d love to spend a full week with her.
“Good, I’m sure that they will be very happy for you to help me out,” and she said she would have a word with my Mum and Dad.
She led the way into her bedroom and after showing me her big, four-poster, double bed she then pointed out the matching pair of large, bow-front chests of drawers where she kept her underwear. She smiled at me and watched my reaction as she opened drawer after drawer, and I’d never seen so much lovely, soft underwear and some very intimate-looking corsetry, too. Another drawer was neatly laid out with stockings and suspender belts. I’d never dreamt that there could be so many suspender belts in one house, and they all looked strong with lots of suspenders on each, wide suspender belt. She saw me looking somewhat overwhelmed and said softly, “Most Aunties love having lots of new underwear all the time, and I’ve collected my underwear since I was a school-girl of Sheila’s age. Sheila loves knickers and things, too, as you know,” she smiled knowingly at me, and I blushed awkwardly.
Then she returned to the two drawers I’d observed were full of her knickers, explaining that the first one had all of her older knickers starting from when she was a girl. “I have knickers and panties of all sorts in there, and even a few pairs of lovely, soft white underpants, too,” she blushed. “Girls like to experiment with all sorts of underwear, just as Sheila does,” she added, closing the drawer. She opened the one above it. “These are the knickers that I have been wearing since I have lived alone,” she explained, and when I glanced up at her face it was radiant with pride and pleasure, and a little red with excitement, too. I realised that she had not shared her knickers with anyone but Sheila for a long time and my heart went out to her. “Oh Aunty,” I whispered. “I do love your knickers, and you, too,” I added self-consciously. My cock was stiff and throbbing in my underpants and I suddenly felt determined to give her as much love and pleasure as I could.
Most of her knickers were neatly folded into little piles in the drawer and I guessed that there were at least fifty pairs of knickers altogether. On the top were a few pairs of knickers that were spread out a bit and it looked as if she had been searching through the little piles for some particular knickers. She seemed to read my mind, because after we had looked silently at her knickers she murmured, “Yes, dear, my knickers are in quite a state, aren’t they?” and I whispered back, staring at her in awe, “Yes, Aunty, and now I love your knickers even more than before”. It didn’t make real sense but she knew what I meant, and murmured in a low, sexy voice, “I understand what you mean, dear. My directoire knickers are beautiful to me wherever they are, and if they become a bit untidy, well, it’s nice to spend some time rearranging them, and we can do that when you are staying here. We can lift all of my knickers out and spread them all over the bed like I usually do”.
I looked up in surprise, not realising that women liked their knickers so much. Whilst I’d many times seen both my mother and my sister sitting amongst all their knickers quietly arranging them, I had not realised that their knickers meant so much to them. Now my Aunty was rather flushed and emotional, but she continued, “Then we can look at each pair of my knickers and decide which pile we’d like to put them on. I often change my mind and start all over again, and we can do that, too, if we want to.” She looked a little embarrassed at that, but went on, “These lovely, elasticated knickers are so nice and big to fondle that sometimes a whole rainy afternoon can be spent with them,” she smiled, and there was a look of flushed anticipation and contentment all over her face.
I, too, felt a little emotional, as well as having a raging stiff cock, and I couldn’t help putting my arms around her and kissing her hot, moist neck, exclaiming, “Oh Aunty, you are so wonderful. Can we really have all your knickers on the bed?”
She patted my bottom, and said, “Yes, of course, dear, as long as you are good and do exactly what Aunty tells you to do”.
My mind immediately went to her wonderful, hot cunt and how she’d shown me how to fondle it and pleasure it through her knickers, and I said, “Oh yes, Aunty, I’ll do anything to please you, anything at all,” and I put my hand down and stroked her knicker-leg elastic through her dress.
She smiled, flushed and happy, “Good lad, now you can go through this drawer and choose a nice, fresh pair of knickers for me to wear for the next hour or two. I sometimes want to wear a different pair of knickers after a while, dear, especially if the weather changes,” she said, smiling at my surprised face. “Perhaps I will ask you to help me, when I do, but now find me a pair of knickers that you think I would like to wear”.
While she was in the bathroom I fingered through her knickers in that drawer. There were loads of knickers, all colours and even a few different styles, some of which I had never seen before. I was spoilt for choice and while Aunty Enid was taking off her sticky knickers and washing herself, I finally settled on a pair of lemon-coloured directoire knickers which looked almost brand new. I really hoped that she would love my choice and I waited excitedly, stroking my cock until she returned.
I had also selected a second pair of knickers but I could not make my mind up about them. They were a pair of silky, black knickers that were not like Directoire Knickers at all. They were like short pants, but with lovely deep lace around the bottom of their short legs. I was holding them up to have a good look at them when my Aunty came back into the bedroom. She saw me holding up her black knickers and reached over and took them from me. “Not those knickers, Brian. They were Uncle Bill’s favourite knickers and only to be worn on special occasions, when he wanted to give me a real treat.”
“They are pretty Aunty,” I said, “but they don’t have any knicker-elastic around their legs.”
“No, they are not supposed to have elastic around their legs, dear. These are French Knickers and they have a very special use which some day I might just show you if are a good boy for your Aunty.”
I stared at her, wondering what she meant by that remark? I wondered if I would find out when I came to stay for a week. Then she interrupted my thoughts by asking me to show her which knickers I had chosen for her to wear right now. I picked up the lemon-coloured knickers by their waist-elastic and held them up for her to look at, and her face immediately lit up. “Oh yes, Brian, they are gorgeous knickers, and I do love that lemon colour for my knickers”.
Brian Suffers Yet More Directoire Knickers Discipline
(Brian has written more about his early knickers-experiences, and the story has been edited by Rosemarie.)
The day arrived when my cousin Sheila was due to go away on the week long field trip to France from school and I was to stay with my aunty Enid for the whole of the time Sheila was away on her trip.
I arrived at my aunt’s house just after teatime and a couple of hours before Sheila was due to leave on her trip. My Aunt and Sheila were checking that Sheila had packed everything she needed for the trip, “Have you packed some sanitary towels, you know you are due to come on mid–week?” my Aunt asked Sheila. “Yes, mum I haven’t forgotten,” replied Sheila. “Alright then, it’s time we went to catch the bus to your meeting place in town and you can get organised with the rest of your class for your train journey,” my Aunt said.
So we all three walked down to the bus stop to go into town. I carried Sheila’s suitcase for her and when the bus arrived my aunt and Sheila started to go upstairs as I put her case in the luggage space under the stairs. As I climbed the stairs to follow them I looked up and saw that Sheila had not reached the top yet and as looked I could see up her flared skirt and saw that she was wearing tan seamed stockings. As she lifted her leg to climb each step I could see the white suspender straps being revealed with each step she took, and as she took the last step I saw that she was wearing white briefs that gripped her bottom tightly. I had never seen Sheila wearing stockings before and I found it to be quite exciting to see these flashes of suspenders gripping her stocking tops with each step she took. I had never seen her wearing briefs either, she always wore her school type knickers with the short legs or sometimes her longer legged Directoire Knickers. I felt the rush of adrenaline go straight to my groin and by the time I reached the top of the stairs my erection was evident to anyone who looked in that area.
Sheila and I sat a couple of seats behind my aunt; Sheila noticed my bulge and softly said, “What have you got a hard on for? I bet you were looking up my skirt coming up the stairs weren’t you?”
“Yes,” I had to answer;, “I have never seen you in stockings before and you have got white briefs on too.”
“Well it’s going to be warm in France and I do not want to get too hot down there do I?” she replied, “Mum got them for me from a Mail Order firm where she gets our knickers from sometimes. They feel nice and soft as well as being a snug fit. I am starting to like these better than my old school knickers.” I put my hand on her thigh and started to slide her skirt up so I could have a quick look and maybe a feel at her stockings and suspenders but she stopped me and said, “Don’t, somebody might see. Wait until we get to the Railway Station then I might let you see and touch.”
We finally arrived at the Station and got off the bus after collecting Sheila’s suitcase. As soon as we got into the Booking Hall we saw that a lot of Sheila’s classmates and their parents were already there before us. I was left aimlessly wandering about as Sheila went to greet Amy, one of best her classmates and Aunty Enid was chatting to a lady called Joan who was Amy’s mum. As I hovered near Aunty Enid I overheard Joan saying that she had got her daughter some briefs from the same firm that Aunty Enid had used to get briefs for Sheila. Then I heard her say, “As they are going to France I got her a couple of pairs of French Knickers as well. They will let a bit of fresh air circulate up her skirt, they will be alright as long as she keeps away from the randy French schoolboys, they do give easy access don’t they? I got some for myself and hubby cannot wait for me to get home as I am wearing them now. I bet I am in for a good time when he gets me home.” Aunty Enid agreed that probably she was and added she was a lucky woman to have a man at home. Joan said she was sorry Enid did not have a man at home, but Aunty Enid told her that her nephew was staying whilst Sheila was away. Joan said “Lucky you, having a toy boy to play with.” I was interested to hear what plans Aunty Enid had in store but just then Sheila called me over. “Let’s just hide behind the News Kiosk a moment. I have something to tell you whilst mum is busy talking.”
We sort of hid at the side of the Kiosk and Sheila put her arms around my neck and gave me a hug. I put my arms around her waist and gave her a squeeze, sliding my hand down to have a feel at her cuddly bottom. “You can have a quick feel of my suspenders now if you are careful nobody sees you.”
Using my hand that was hidden away from any bystanders I slid my hand under the hem of her skirt onto the bare flesh of her thigh and found the side strap of her suspender belt, feeling the tautness of the strap as it held her stocking in place on her leg. I fingered the strap finding the clip fastened to the welt of her stocking, my cock was growing more and more erect as my fingers explored these new sensations and I slid my hand around to the front of her thigh and located the front suspender strap. I played with this for a few seconds before I chanced my luck and slipped my hand onto her white cotton briefs, feeling the swell of her cunt between her thighs. As I touched her bulge she slightly opened her legs and I could cup her fully in my hand. The material felt just like my own Y–front underpants material but thinner and softer. I could feel the springiness of her pubic hairs through the lovely fabric and almost came there and then. I had to steel myself to control my urge to cum.
There were no legs to this type of knickers and no elastic either, so I was able to slip a couple of fingers inside them and actually touch her pussy. She moaned softly as I did so and quietly whispered in my ear “Frig my twat Brian, frig me, lover boy.” I slipped my finger between the swollen lips of her cunt and felt her love juices running onto my finger. After just a minute she backed away saying that was enough or she would have had an accident and have screamed out loud. As we parted she whispered in my ear, “I have left you something that will keep you happy under my pillow, look for it when you get home and go to bed.” I tried to ask her what it was but she said I must wait to see or it would not be a surprise.
It was then time for the girls and their teachers to go down to the platform to get on the train, which was to take them on their trip. Aunty came to look for Sheila just as we were emerging from our secluded spot by the side of the kiosk. “Hello” she said, “what have you two been up to again, you naughty pair. Not misbehaving in public I hope.” Sheila told her mum that we had just had a goodbye kiss that was all, but the expression on my Aunt’s face showed that she thought otherwise. We all said our last goodbyes and wished them a safe journey then went to catch our bus back home.
The bus came as soon as we reached the bus stop and when my Aunt and I were seated and had paid our fares, my Aunt took my hand in hers and smiling at me raised it to her face. She sniffed at my fingers and then smiling at me said, “I knew you were doing more than just kissing goodbye. I can smell Sheila’s pussy juice on your fingers, you randy boy. Well from now on, until you go back home, you belong to me. I do not want to smell anybody else on your fingers only me. You will do whatever I ask of you. Is that clear young man?’
I told my Aunt that it was clear, but wondered what was in store for me when we got home. Would it be Directoire Knickers imprisonment again for having had a feel at my cousin’s pussy or did she have something else planned?
When we got back to my Aunty’s house it was quite late but she said we had best have a cup of cocoa to help us sleep after the trip to see everyone on their way. As we sat and had our cocoa my Aunt asked me whether I had enjoyed seeing Sheila off? I said I was a bit sad, as I would not see her for a week and how much I liked playing games and having fun with Sheila. Aunty then said “ I noticed Sheila was taking her time when we were going up the stairs on the bus and that you were looking up at her as you came up the stairs. What did you see?”
“Nothing Aunty” I lied. “Oh yes you did, didn’t you?” she pressed. “Come on, if we are going to live together for a week we have to be honest and open with each other. So come on, tell me what you could see when you looked up Sheila’s skirt on the bus.”
I blushed as I said, “I saw her stockings Aunty.” Aunty smiled at me and continued, “And what else did you see, did you see her suspenders? Those lovely new white suspenders holding up her new stockings.” I opened up and decided to push the boat out when I replied, “ Yes Aunty, I saw her lovely white suspenders holding up those lovely silky stockings. I also saw her white knickers Aunty, they were not her usual knickers, they were more, well, very small and brief. They were clinging to her bottom like a second skin.”
“I am glad you saw them, I was hoping you would and it has made you all excited seeing them, hasn’t Brian?” I nodded in agreement. “Well you see, it will be a lot warmer in France than it is here and I didn’t want her to have to go without knickers to keep cool. So I bought her those knickers, which are called Briefs, because they are so brief in design. Also Sheila is growing into a big girl now she is almost a young woman and it is time for her to stop being girly and start being more womanly and mature. It is time to stop doing handstands against the wall for young boys and start learning more womanly ways of entertaining any male friends she may encounter in future.”
Somewhat saddened by this I asked “Does that mean I cannot play with Sheila anymore?”
“It is time you stopped playing childish games and started playing grown up games, which can be a lot more fun once you know how to play them,” she replied.
“But I don’t know any grown up games to play with girls, I said.
To which my Aunty replied with a wink and a knowing smile, “Starting tomorrow your Aunty Enid is going to teach you some grown up games to play. Now off to bed with you, it’s late and past your bedtime. I will be up in a while. I have to clear up a few things before I come up. You can sleep in Sheila’s bed tonight, don’t forget to go to the bathroom before you go to bed.” With that she gave me a big kiss and a hug and made me go to bed.
As I was climbing the stairs I remembered that Sheila had said there was a surprise for me under her pillow. I went to the bathroom first and whilst doing what I had to do I wondered if I should check the laundry basket to see if there were any of Aunties or Sheila’s knickers in there, but remembering what had happened the last time I went in there I decided it would be better not to do anything that would get me in Aunty’s bad books.
I went into Sheila’s bedroom and undressed to my white Y–front underpants, then remembering what Sheila had said as she left on her trip I lifted her pillow to see what was the surprise she had told me would be there. There, lying under her pillow was a pair of her bottle green school knickers all neatly laid out so that I could see the legs were wrinkled and the gusset was slightly soiled and wrinkled too. Sheila had left me the school knickers she had worn that day at school. Oh my, I would be able to touch and feel her still slightly warm knickers all week before going to bed. I picked up the lovely soft bottle green school knickers and felt their softness, and my cock started to swell with excitement as I fondled them. I just had to smell Sheila’s aroma on them and pressed them to my nose to breathe in that lovely womanly scent of ‘just worn’ knickers. I had left the bedroom door open and did not hear my Aunty bob her head in to see that I was settled in, until I heard her say, “I see you still have a thing about knickers, don’t you? Where have you got those from? Oh I know, Sheila left them for you under her pillow, didn’t she? She dropped me a hint she might leave you something to play with while she was away.”
I jumped with shock and surprise to hear her voice, but then realised she was not angry or annoyed with me, more like amused at what I was doing.
“Why don’t you try them on?” she asked.
“I, I, I don’t like,” I stammered back to her in reply.
“Go on try them on. You and Sheila are about the same build so they should be a good fit on you. Go on, try them on or are you afraid you could lose the smell of Sheila if you do? I know what would be better than you wearing those ones, how about a pair of mine?” After saying that she went off into the bathroom and a couple of minutes later came back with a pair of white nylon Directoire Knickers. “Come Brian, let’s play some grown up games. Some men just love to wear ladies underwear, not just in the bedroom, but at work also under their own male clothes.”
I didn’t know what to say as although I had seen and touched knickers before I had never ever worn any. My Aunt threw the white Directoire Knickers on the bed and putting her hands on the waistband of my Y – fronts pulled them down to my ankles and off in one swift motion. Grasping her knickers in her hand, she gathered them in such a way that they were right for me to step into with first one foot and then the other. When both my feet were in her knickers she pulled them up and settled the waist elastic around my middle, then she started to arrange them so that the legs were slightly gathered around my thighs, the gusset was snug around my bottom and my cock was settled to one side, even though it was tenting the beautiful white nylon of the Directoire Knickers I was now wearing.
“How do they feel, lover boy? Nice and silky against your lovely cock? Do you want to sleep in those tonight?” she asked in a voice that had now gone husky. “My goodness, you do look sexy in my knickers, Brian. Give me a big cuddle.” She pushed me backwards onto the bed and we both cuddled each other together. Her stocking clad leg moved over mine and she parted my legs with it as she started to move over me. “Let’s cuddle knickers to knickers,” she said as her hands pulled up her dress to expose her own pink Directoire Knickers. We moved against each other for a while, our knickers sliding easily over each other until my Aunty said, “Your cock feels much bigger than it did a few weeks ago, do you want me to make it cum in my knickers? Do you Brian, do want me to hold your lovely hard cock through your knickers and make you shoot your spunk inside them?”
I could only reply, “Yes please Aunty, yes do it, do it.” So Aunty started to rub my cock back and forth, up and down, while wrapping the lovely silky white nylon around my rampant prick. “Hold Sheila’s knickers against your face and imagine that it is Sheila who is holding your cock.” She almost commanded me. “Go on smell Sheila’s pussy scent in her knickers Brian, can you smell her, and can you feel her hand wanking your cock?” I could smell Sheila’s cunt, I could feel Sheila’s hand and I spurted and spurted and spurted load after load into the lovely white nylon cocooning my prick. I was so exhausted then, that I fell asleep there and then, not waking until morning.
When I awoke the next morning I was just covered with an eiderdown which Aunty Enid must have covered me with as I could not remember covering myself up. I was still wearing Aunty’s white Directoire Knickers and holding Sheila’s bottle green school knickers in my hand. I placed Sheila’s knickers back under my pillow and went to the bathroom to clean myself up and place Aunty’s worn knickers in the laundry basket. I came out of the bathroom stark naked just as Aunty Enid came out of her bedroom.
“Good morning,” she greeted me as I tried to cover my nudity with my hands. “Now don’t be shy, after last night there is no need to be shy with me. How about a ‘Cardi and knickers only’ breakfast? You go and put your Y – fronts and a jumper on and am going down like this.” She was wearing a pair of blue knickers and a pale blue long cardigan. So I went to get dressed, as she had suggested. We had our breakfasts together, and then I started to do the washing up. As I was facing the sink washing our plates and cups, Aunty Enid came up behind me and started to rub her hands over my underpanted bottom. “I just love to see cute little bottoms in nice white underpants, you have a lovely bottom. I just have to touch it,” she said as I continued to wash up the dishes. “Did you sleep well after last night?” she asked, continuing her circular rubbing of my bum. “You certainly shot a lot of spunk for your Aunty didn’t you?” I told her that it was the most exhilarating moment of my life to be brought to such a thrilling climax.
She brought one of her hands around to the front of my Y–fronts and cupped my balls in her hand. “My, my, your cock is growing big again, is that because it likes my hand holding it?” she continued as she fondles my almost rampant penis. I was now in an excited frame of mind and turned from the sink to put my arms around my Aunt and kissed her full on the lips. I moved one hand down to her bottom and lifting her cardigan began to squeeze and caress her bottom over the top of her knickers. My aunty carried on kissing me as I did this and almost before I knew what I was doing I had put my hand down the top of her knickers to caress her bare bottom. “Oh, that feels nice,” she said as her hands left my bottom and moved to the front of my underpants. “I want to feel him,” she gasped, and in a second had pulled my cock free of my underpants to hold it. I was in a high state of excitement as I too moved my hand round from her bare bottom to the front and cupped her sex in my hand, I let a finger slip between the puffy lips of her pussy and slipped it up and down her slit. Her legs opened up for me and I pushed two fingers deep inside of my Aunty’s love hole.
“I have got to have him, give him to me now, come on Brian, fuck me.” She pleaded, so I pushed her back to lie upon the kitchen table and pulled her knickers down to her ankles. As I rose up again she grasped my cock firmly and spreading her legs wide around me positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt. “Push him in now, push him in all the way I want to feel your balls banging against my arse. Fuck me Brian, FUCK ME NOWWWWWW,” she wailed. I slammed my cock into her all the way in, then out again until just my bell end was inside her, then all the way back in again. I could feel her twat juices running down and off my cock. This was my Aunty I was fucking, a dear relative, but I did not care, I was having my very first fuck. The first time my cock had been inside a female vagina and it was great! I could not have stopped not even if I had wanted too, I was too far-gone. A few more thrusts of my seven inch young cock and I was filling my Aunties love hole with my baby-making seed.
It took us both a while to recover from this steamy session, after which my Aunt said we must get on with our work. “We have to do our washing, you fill the sink with hot water while bring the washing downstairs. You can wash the underwear and I will do the machine washing.” My Aunt sorted out the various piles of items to be washed and gave me a pile of knickers, bras and slips to be hand washed.
“Wash them carefully using that toilet soap so they smell nice and fresh, remember not to wring them just squeeze the water out after you have rinsed all the soap away with clean cold water. Then they can be hung outside on the line to drip dry,” my Aunty told me, “and be sure to pay special attention to the gussets and make sure they are properly clean.”
It took me about an hour, hand washing the pile of knickers, slips and bras, before I could make a start hanging them on the outside washing line. There must have been twenty pairs of my Aunties and Sheila’s knickers as well as six or seven bras and half a dozen underskirts. They looked really beautiful hanging there blowing in the warm breeze and shining in the sun. My aunty hung the other clothes out to dry, school skirts and blouses for Sheila, skirts, dresses and tops for Aunty. When we had finished my Aunty put her arm around me and said, “You enjoyed handling all those knickers, didn’t you Brian? Do you realise we have done all that hanging out of the washing still dressed in our Cardi and knickers, well, jumper and Y–fronts for you?” I told my Aunty I did not mind, as I just loved handling all those knickers.
Later that evening we sat talking and we got around to discussing more grown up games we could try. My aunty told me about how some ladies like to wear men’s underpants instead of knickers and said that was one of the things she enjoyed doing sometimes, and that she had sometimes gone out shopping wearing underpants beneath her skirt or dress. She told me how some ladies like to play domination games with their men and make them wear ladies underwear and dresses then make them act as maids or servants for an evening. She looked at me and said, “You enjoyed wearing knickers last night, didn’t you? You didn’t feel embarrassed, you really enjoyed being girly didn’t you?” I had to agree that wearing those gorgeous knickers had turned me on and that I would not object to wearing them again if my Aunty wanted me to do so. My hand was resting on her thigh and I was feeling the elastic on the leg of her knickers underneath her skirt. “I love touching your knickers too, Aunty,” I replied, slipping her skirt up her leg a little so that I could touch her knickers properly and not through her skirt. My Aunty smiled back at me and gave me a big hug, “Alright then, you can touch my knickers but in return for my letting you play with my knickers, one day soon, you have to agree to be a girl for me and wear only girly clothes. No underpants, you will wear knickers, no trousers or shorts, you will wear a skirt, no shirt or jumper, and you will wear a blouse. I might even think about making you wear a pair of nylon stockings if I can find a suspender belt to fit you. If we do this, please do not think that what happened between us this morning is going to happen again. It has got to feel right to do things like that, having sex is a beautiful thing between two people who are very fond of each other and should not be taken lightly. Do you understand what I am trying to tell you Brian?”
“Yes, Aunty I understand. What we did this morning was pure lust by both of us and not love, wasn’t it?” I answered her and she nodded in agreement. We had a big cuddle before going to bed, with me stroking Aunties knickers and she fondling me through my Y-fronts.
The next day we did the ironing and Aunty showed me how to stretch the legs of the Directoire Knickers over the ironing board so that the legs could be ironed right down to the elastic to get all the creases out and how to iron the gussets to get the crease out as she said, “We girls do not like crinkly gussets up against our lovely pussies, we like nice smooth soft material against snug against them.”
Afterwards we put all the freshly ironed clothes away in the various drawers and wardrobes, and then Aunty suggested we have a tidy up of her knickers drawers. So we spent two hours sorting all Aunties’ knickers into different piles, such all pastel shades into one pile and dark colours into another and so on. It was lovely to be able to handle and fondle all those beautiful knickers whilst talking about them with my Aunt. She told me how much both her and Sheila adored their knickers and were so proud of having so many pairs each and so many different types as well. She explained that some types like the thicker cotton ones were great in winter but too hot in summer, so they then wore thinner cotton or nylon and rayon ones. Sometimes they liked to wear briefs but both of them preferred the Directoire style the best.
That evening as we sat and chatted, and I idly played with her knickers legs, my Aunt told me that her friend Joan was going to call possibly tomorrow and said that if I was good I might just get a glimpse or two up Joan’s skirt and be able to see what type of underwear she preferred to wear. “If you do get to see up Joan’s skirt, I want you to tell me all about it later,” she said. “You never know, you might just get to touch her knickers too.” We chatted about lots of other things and just before going to bed Aunty again mentioned our conversation of the other evening when we had talked about my wearing girly clothes one day instead of my own. “Would you still like to try?” she asked, “I noticed how much you enjoyed washing and ironing our knickers and helping me tidy up my knickers drawers.” She said that as my hair was long I could pass as a girl and I would not be noticed in a crowd. I said that I would like to experience what it would be like to be a girl for a day, but did not fancy going into town whilst in girl’s clothes. My Aunty laughed and said “We will see what you think after you have worn knickers and skirts for a couple of hours, you might feel you never want to wear boys clothes ever again.”
So we kissed goodnight and went to bed, me looking forward to fondling the knickers Sheila had left for me whilst I drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning I found that my boy’s clothes had gone and in their place were some girl’s clothes. My Aunty had obviously decided that we should play a grown up game, so I started to get dressed in what she had chosen for me to wear. I found a pair of silky soft short legged white knickers I knew they must be a pair of my cousin Sheila’s knickers, but they were not her school ones, they must have been a pair of her weekend ones when she got more dressed up as they were satiny, not cotton. I stepped into them and drew them up my legs to snuggle the elasticated waist in place then rearranged the short elasticated legs in place with a bit of a pucker in the legs. Next I found a small white underskirt. Did I step into it or pull it over my head? I tried to step into it but it was too tight to go over my hips, so I knew that it must go over my head and then drop into place, which it did. I stroked the material over my chest and then my hips; it felt so smooth and silky. When I stroked around my hips and thighs the underskirt slid smoothly over the top of my shiny white knickers, what a wonderful feeling it was. I then found a white blouse which I put on like a shirt followed by a pleated black skirt which when I had put it on saw it only came half way down my thighs. I guess it was one Sheila wore before she outgrew it. Lastly there were pair of white ankle socks and a pair of low-heeled slip on shoes which were a little small but which I could get on my feet. The heels made me a little taller but tended to make me lean forward, so I had to lean my shoulders back to keep my balance and this stuck my chest out. I looked in the mirror over Sheila’s dressing table and was shocked to see that I looked like a younger version of Sheila. I turned to look at myself sideways; apart from being flat-chested I really did look like a girl. I then looked down at my legs and my shoes to see what they looked like, and as I did so I caught a flash of white in the mirror. Looking again at the mirror and bending slightly as I did when I had looked down at my shoes I saw that my skirt rose up and showed not only my white underskirt hem but a good expanse of my satiny white knickers as well!
I went downstairs to show my Aunty how I looked and she had me turn around a few time so she could have a good look at how I looked. “I think everything is just perfect,” she told me, “a little glimpse of girly knickers is just fine. They are not on blatant view but it’s just when you bend over like a boy that they show, so you will just have to learn how to bend down like a lady and bend your knees so you crouch down and not bend over from the waist. So do a few practice bends for me to see how it should been done.”
I did a few knees-bend-crouch as though picking something up that I had dropped until my Aunty was satisfied I could do it correctly. We had breakfast and then did the house work, I was doing the dusting, and several times Aunty would say, “You are flashing your knickers again,” and I would do a knees-bend-crouch to hide my pretty panties from view. Although my Aunty also flicked my skirt up every now and then, and stroked my bottom over my knickers, giving it a squeeze and telling me I was looking sexy in my girly clothes. I was really enjoying being a girl for the day for my Aunty and was learning to control my cock from rising to erection whenever I felt my slip and knickers slipping over my legs and genitals.
As we had our lunch my Aunty said I had performed very well as a girl and as a reward, as well as getting used to female domination, she told me we were going to go into town to do some shopping and she would buy me my own knickers to wear whenever I visited her in the future. Although I was thrilled to hear that I was to get my own knickers to wear, I was in two minds about being seen outside in my girly clothes as I felt the skirt was too short to wear to go to town, as I was afraid of showing my knickers to other shoppers. Aunty compromised by saying I could wear a longer skirt but only if I wore stocking and suspenders, but I still said I did not want to go shopping in town with her. Aunty then shocked me by saying in a very stern voice, “While you are staying with me, you will do as you are told. I told you when we were coming back home after seeing Sheila off on her trip that you were mine to do with as I pleased, so you will go into town dressed as a girl with me or you will be sent home and that will cause something of a problem for you with your mum and dad, won’t it Brian? For the rest of today you are going to be called Bryony, as I cannot call you Brian in front of other shoppers, can I?”
I looked at her not knowing how to take this order from my Aunty but decided discretion was the best thing in the circumstances and nodded in agreement. “Good,” she said, “now we have got that sorted we will go and get you ready to go out and meet the world as a girl. Upstairs with you now.”
My Aunty started to dress me in fresh clothes to wear for our trip into town. After removing my blouse, skirt and underskirt, she put one of Sheila’s brassieres on me and padded it with a couple of silk scarves and told me to put my blouse back on again, when I had done so, she gave my new breast a quick feel and said they looked and felt real enough. She then proceeded to fasten a suspender belt around my waist and feed the straps down the inside of my knickers to dangle from the legs. It was one of Sheila’s which she had grown out of and was a snug fit around me.
“I don’t think that will slide down on you, it should be alright” she said, as she tugged down on the straps. “Now for some stockings for you.” She went off into her bedroom and came back with a bundle of things in her hands. First she held some light coloured stockings against me, then shook her head and picked up some darker browny-coloured ones with very dark brown thick tops. She nodded her head and rolling them up showed me how to put one on.
“Now you try the other one,” she told me. I rolled the other stocking as my Aunty had shown me and rolled it up my leg. “Very good” she said, “now fasten the welts of your stockings to the suspender clips and tension the straps to keep your stocking taut.”
I tried, but struggled a little to get the clips to fasten so my Aunty did it for me and adjusted the straps to pull the stockings up tightly. The feel of the stockings on my legs was a fabulous feeling for me; I just loved the pull of the suspenders against my stockings for the very first time. “I don’t think those knickers go with the outfit I have in mind for you,” my Aunty said. “Take those white knickers off and put these on.” She held out a pair of see-through black nylon briefs. “I was saving these as a special surprise for Sheila but she will never know that you have worn them before her.”
I slipped out of my white knickers and stepped into the black nylon ones my Aunty handed to me. They felt so slippery as they slid up my legs and my thighs to snuggle and caress my bum and my cock and balls. They felt so good that in seconds I mounting a raging erection. “Behave yourself and put this skirt on,” my Aunty ordered me, handing me a pleated tricel black skirt. “It was one of mine but was a little too short for a person of my age, but should be ideal for you today.”
I stepped into the skirt and fastened the button on the waist then pulled up the zip. The skirt came down to level with my knees and my Aunty Enid said it looked fine on me. It certainly felt fine but with the feel of the see-through briefs and the swishing of the pleated tricel skirt I could not control my erection from tenting out the front of my skirt.
“Well you can’t go out with a cock so excited, we will have to do something about that now, won’t we?” she said looking me straight in the eye. “ Yes, I suppose so,” I mumbled as she pushed me backwards to fall onto my bed. She lifted my skirt up above my waist and as her hands came down she gripped the waist elastic of my knickers and pulled them down to my knees. “My, you are big and hard Bryony,” she said, her voice all husky, “we don’t want to make a mess of your nice clothes, what can I use? Ah yes these will do.” As she took hold of the pair of white knickers I had just discarded, she knelt on the bed at the side of me and wrapped them around my cock. She started to rub my cock encased in the white satiny knickers and at the same time she flipped up her own skirt to expose her blue wide legged pantees. My Aunty Enid then swivelled around so her bottom was facing me and lifted her leg over to straddle my head. The gusset of her pantees was just above my mouth and nose as she continued to rub my penis with the satiny knickers she had wrapped around me. “Come on, Bryony, come for Aunty, shoot your cum in Sheila’s knickers, come for Aunty. Can you smell my cunt juices in my pantees? Can you? You can lick there if you want.” I could smell my Aunty’s aroma as I pushed my nose up into her crotch then started to lick as well. I fired off very quickly in this situation, spurting and spurting four or five times before I was emptied of my spunk. “Look at the gusset of my pantees, I will have to change them before we can go out.” complained Aunty, and off she went to her bedroom.
After a clean-up it was time to go, so we caught the bus into Town. I was wearing a Windjammer top as it was not a hot day but it was quite pleasantly warm enough to have to wear a short coat. Aunty took me into a department store and found the lingerie department. She asked the assistant to show her some knickers in my size and had me tell her which I liked. I chose some briefs in pink with pretty flowers on them and some blue pantees with cuff legs and some embroidery on them. Aunty was happy with my choice and bought them for me. We looked around at other shops on the main street and it was here that a gust of wind blew my skirt up behind me and held it there as I tried to find it behind me. Because I had both hands in my Windjammer pockets I could not get them out very fast so it took a few seconds to get them free, giving everybody quite a while to enjoy my unfortunate situation. I heard some lads laughing at my predicament as I was showing my entire bottom in my black see – through knickers, my suspenders and my stocking tops. Aunty only laughed and said, “Now you know what we ladies have to put up with to satisfy the likings of our men folk.”
We had shopped for over an hour and then I was desperate to use the toilet. Aunty took me back into the department store and up to the toilets, taking my arm she guided me straight into the Ladies saying, “You can’t go into the Gents dressed like that, can you Bryony?” So I had to use the toilet in the Ladies and got embarrassed as I came out of the cubicle to see other ladies in there, all adjusting their stockings and knickers before going out again. Aunty Enid told me my seams were not straight and had me lift up my skirt to adjust my suspenders to my stockings before we left.
We then went into a café to get something to eat instead of making tea when we got home. I sat against the window, facing the counter and as my Aunt was ordering, I noticed the man behind the counter kept looking over at me as he took Aunty’s order. When she had ordered and turned to walk back to our table I saw her face darken and a scowl cross her brow. As she got up to me she said, “Shut your legs, you are supposed to be a girl. I could see right up to your knickers then as I walked back, what would that man behind the counter think? You are a tart flashing at him like that, keep your knees together under the table or you will get a smacked bottom when I get you home young lady.”
I had not realised that I was sitting as a boy normally sits, with my knees apart, and was unaware that I was showing way up past my stocking tops to my knickers to the man behind the counter. When we had finished in the café we caught the bus back home. I was looking forward to trying on the knickers Aunty had bought for me, but when we got home my Aunty said that because I had been flashing my legs in the café I could not try them until she decided that I could. She then said, “Naughty girls get a smacked bottom for letting their skirts blow up in front of boys, and sitting with their legs wide apart is very naughty indeed. Get yourself over my knee right now Bryony. It’s time to teach you what happens when little girls do not behave properly.” Saying that she pulled me across her knees to lie face down over her legs with my bottom up in the air. Holding me firmly in position with her left hand in the middle of my back, she started to rain smack after smack on my bottom. After about twenty smacks, which hurt quite a lot, she stopped and lifted up my skirt to expose my knickers and continued to rain spanks upon my bottom. The thin knickers were no protection at all and my bottom began to smart under the torrent of spanks that were falling upon me. Again after twenty or so more smacks she stopped and in one quick movement had pulled my knickers down to my knees. She carried on spanking me for what felt quite a few minutes, which had me crying in both pain and shame.
When my Aunty finally let me get up she made me stand in front of her holding my skirt up to my waist, so she could look at my reddened bottom. “Yes,” she declared, “that should teach you to behave like a lady when next we go out with you dressed as Bryony. Well, young lady, are you going to say sorry for your behaviour or not?”
I sobbed that I was sorry and would try harder to keep my legs covered the next time.
“Right” she said, “Turn to face me and lift up your skirt, I want to see what effect that spanking has had on you.”
I turned to face my Aunty and bent to take the hem at the front of my skirt and gathering it in my hands started to slide it upwards along my thighs.
“No, no, no” my Aunty almost shouted at me, “Not like that. When told to display yourself to me, you will grip the hem of your skirt at the knees and in one movement you will lift your hands to your shoulders and keep them there until told to release. Now, display yourself to me.”
I bent forward to grip the hem of my skirt at each knee, and then lifted both arms up to my shoulders. In fact my skirt was covering my face so I could not see Aunty except through the material of the Tricel skirt. I knew she could see my knickers around my knees, which left my cock and balls framed by my suspender belt and suspender straps holding my stockings exposed to her view. I knew that my penis was at least semi – hard as I had found the spanking had somehow excited me. I felt my Aunty’s hand grip my cock and give it a squeeze. “I see you enjoyed that more than you should have, young lady. Next time if I have to punish you it will be the strap or the cane. Now pull your knickers up and go and wash your face,” she told me.
I went up to the bathroom and washed my face and as I was coming down and was near the bottom of the stairs the doorbell rang. “See who that is please. I think it might be Joan calling to see me,” Aunty said.
I was apprehensive at opening the door dressed as I was in my girly attire but as I had been out around town I thought it best to as I had been asked. I only opened the front door part way to see that it was indeed Joan who was calling to see my Aunty.
“Come in Joan,” my Aunt called out, and Joan went straight into the lounge without seeing me half hidden behind the front door. Joan and my Aunt kissed and embraced each as they were life-long friends, as I later found out. I continued to stay in the hall and wondered if it would be best if I went upstairs to change back into my boy’s clothing, so I called out to my Aunt, “Just going upstairs to change, won’t be long.”
“Oh no. Just hang on a minute,” my Aunt called back. She then started to tell Joan how I liked lady’s clothes, especially knickers, and that she had made me dress in Sheila’s clothes and taken me into town today.
“How marvellous,” Joan replied. “Men have to be kept in their place and something like that will make your nephew appreciate us women better as he grows up. Let’s have a look at him then,” she continued.
“Bryony, come in here please. Joan wants to see how nice you look, ”my Aunt called out to me. My face had redden at hearing this, but after the spanking I had just had, I felt that I had better do as she asked. Joan and my Aunty were seated together on one of the settees in the room and I went in and stood in front of them.
“I see you have given him a girl’s name as well,” Joan said.
“Yes, I couldn’t call him Brian while out in town dressed like that, could I?” my Aunty said. “Turn around Bryony, and show Joan how nice you look in your girly clothes.”
I did a quick spin around in a most embarrassed fashion, causing my skirt to fly outwards and upwards.
“No” my Aunty said sternly. “Turn around slowly, so that Joan can have a proper look at you. You have nothing to be ashamed of, you look very nice in that outfit.”
So I did a slow turn around so that they could both have a good look at me in my outfit. “Well, Bryony, I must say that you do look the part. You could pass for a girl anytime, ”said Joan. “Do you like wearing girl’s clothes and have you enjoyed wearing them in town today?”
“Yes Miss Joan, I have enjoyed wearing them for my Aunty, and my Aunty has bought me some lovely knickers of my very own to wear when I come to stay again, ”I replied very politely.
“Oh, has she now?” Miss Joan said, “and are you wearing some pretty knickers now. I could see you were wearing stockings when you spun round just now. Can I see your knickers please Bryony?”
I looked at my Aunty as I said, “Aunty says girls ought not to show their knickers to other people.”
“But I am not ‘other people’ am I? I am Enid’s friend. We share lots of things, Enid and I, so come on lift up that pretty flaired skirt and show me what pretty knickers you have been wearing all day.”
“Go on Bryony,” said Aunty Enid, “you know how to display your knickers when ordered, so display your knickers to Miss Joan right now, or else you what to expect, don’t you?”
Knowing I would get another spanking if I refused, I bent over to hold the hem of my skirt at each knee and then lifted my arms up towards my shoulders as Aunty had made me earlier. Had she shown me how to do this knowing that it was likely that this moment would arise during Miss Joan’s visit I wondered, as I stood there with my skirt raised showing my stockings and suspenders as well as my knickers exposed to my waist?
“Well, well, those are pretty knickers indeed. I can see that you do like them your girl clit is standing up already. Oh Enid, may I touch it?”
“Well, yes you can, but he has been told that his cock is mine whilst he is staying here, but saying it is you, my dear friend, I am sure he will do as I ask. Let Miss Joan feel your cock, Bryony, and maybe she will let you see her knickers later.”
I moved nearer to Miss Joan with my skirt still in the display position, and felt her hand stroking my now rampant penis through my silky black knickers and then cupping my balls as well. I stood there for a few minutes until I felt I would soon be exploding my cum into her hand when my Aunty said, “That’s enough, maybe more later. Alright Bryony, you can drop you skirt now and go and try your new knickers on, then come and show Joan and myself how they look on you.”
I went upstairs to try on my new undies and as I was unwrapping them and deciding which to wear first I could hear my Aunty talking to Joan and telling her that I had a fascination with lady’s knickers. I heard say that she had caught me sniffing her own knickers a few weeks ago and how she had punished me, and how she knew that Sheila and I had played with each other’s underwear. When I had decided which knickers to wear and was coming down the stairs Aunty was telling Joan how when we were sat watching the T.V. or just talking in the evenings how I would run my hand up and down her thigh and fondle the elasticated leg of her Directoire knickers. As I entered the room Joan was asking if my being dressed as a girl today was a punishment but Aunty replying that it was a treat for me, not a punishment.
I stood in front of the pair of them again and said, “I like these knickers Aunty, and they fit really well and hug my bum nicely.”
Joan said, “Well don’t just stand there, show us what you have decided to wear then.”
I displayed myself to both ladies as before, with my skirt well and truly lifted up to my shoulders. Both of them had to have a feel how well they fitted me, with a squeeze of my cock and a fondle of my balls as well as my bottom. They agreed that the pink briefs were a good fit on me and told me to go and try on the next pair. I went back to my room and changed into the blue pantees, these were a little slacker fitting than the Briefs and the legs hung a bit loose at the top of my thighs. I again displayed to my Aunty and Joan and was again subjected to a good feeling of my privates by both of them.
I was asked which ones I liked best and said that I liked them both, but preferred the slacker fit of the blue pantees. The ladies agreed that they too preferred these to the briefs. My Aunty then told me to sit down between them and as we talked I absentmindedly started to fondle Aunty’s thigh and slid her skirt up so that I could feel her knickers leg.
“You see what I meant about his fondness for knickers now Joan,” said my Aunty. “Bryony, why don’t you ask Joan if you could see her knickers? You see mine lots of times every day, I am sure she would let you if you ask her nicely.”
I looked questioningly at Aunty Enid, but she nodded her head to me in confirmation. I turned towards Miss Joan and asked her “Please Miss Joan, may I see what kind of knickers you like to wear?”
To my delight she replied, “Of course my Dear, but I am not going to ‘display’ like you did for us, if you want to know what I am wearing under my skirt come and kneel before me and find out for yourself.”
I looked at my Aunty and she smiled back at me, so I knelt down in front of Miss Joan as she spread her legs so I could get between them and slid her bottom down on the settee so she was nearer the edge of the seat. I began to run my hands up and down Joan’s legs over the top of her skirt, as I ran my hands higher each time I felt the ridge of the top of her stockings and the bumps of her suspender clips. As I felt these, my cock was rising up inside my blue pantees and tenting the front of my skirt. My Aunty said quietly, “I think you should remove your knickers before you get too far,” and she reached over to put her hands up under my skirt and pulled my knickers down to my knees and then off altogether.
My Aunty was knelt behind me now and whispered in my ear, “Push her skirt up and feel her legs properly.”
I pushed Joan’s skirt to expose her legs to my gaze all the way up to the bareness at the top of her stockings and continued to feel her lovely legs. Joan then lifted herself up and tugged her own skirt all the way up to her waist exposing to my view a beautiful pair of white nylon French Knickers, through which I could see the shape of her cunt but no sign of any dark pubic hair, even though she was a brunette.
“Joan keeps herself shaved down there,” my Aunty whispered in my ear. “Her hubby likes her to have a little girl look when he is shagging her, as she has only got tiny tits as well.” I ran my hands all over those wonderful French Knickers and then I boldly slipped one hand over to cup her shaven pussy.
After a few moments of doing this Joan was moaning quietly and the crotch of her knickers was getting wet. “Lick the crotch of her knickers Brian, she will love it, I promise you,” my Aunty said softly and huskily, and pushed my head down to Joan’s knickers gusset. I licked the sweet smelling gusset and then sucked the gusset into my mouth to taste the flavour of this beautiful woman. As I released it from my mouth Aunty reached around and pulled the crotch of the lovely French Knickers to one side showing me her beautiful shaven pussy the lips of which were peeling apart due to my stimulation. Auntie’s hand again pushed me forwards to kiss, lick and suck on Joan’s naked cunt.
“Oh yes Brian, lick my cunt please, stick your tongue up inside me,” Joan almost shouted out loud. I continued to do as both of us wanted and needed until my Aunty pulled my away from that wonderful haven and said, “Joan, I think you had better get into the classic French Knickers fucking position before you both come too quickly.”
My Aunty helped Joan to her feet and turned her around to face the settee then put Joan in a kneeling position so she was in front of me and lying face down over the settee seats. In the meantime I stripped off my skirt. Her luscious bottom, covered by the gorgeous white French Knickers, was right in front of me and I stroked the globes of her bottom as my Aunty took hold of my cock in one hand and pulled the gusset of the wide-legged knickers to one side exposing Joan’s intimate parts to my gaze.
I looked up at my Aunty who smiled back at me and asked, “Are you ready for this?” I nodded in reply. Aunty pulled me forward by my erect rampant penis, putting my knob end up against the entrance to Joan’s wet pussy and with the hand she had been using to hold the French Knickers gusset to one side, gave a big push on my bottom forcing my cock all the way into Joan’s cunt. Joan gasped out loud as my full length filled her tight love box. “My God that feels big inside me,” she squealed.
Using both hands on my hips Aunty worked me backwards and forwards so that she was controlling my actions. “Go on Brian, fuck her hard with a proper cock. Does that feel nicer than your hubby’s pee-wee, Joan darling?” she asked of Joan.
“Oh my God yes, it feels longer and fatter than my Fred’s little dickie.” She gasped in reply.
I pounded away for what seemed ages until I could feel my spunk rising ready to spurt out into Miss Joan’s receptive pussy, just as I was ready to fill her love hole she squealed “I’m coming, I’m cominnnggggg.” And I blasted my sperm into her at the same instant.
We took a while to recover from that coupling and then Aunty Enid asked us both separately how we had enjoyed the session. I said that it was the nicest shag I had ever experienced and how I had found the sight and feel of those French Knickers so exhilarating. Miss Joan told Aunty that she had felt filled with my penis fully inside her, a feeling she had not had for a long while. Aunty went on to tell us both her first experience of sex wearing French Knickers, when they lived in the old house and my Uncle was alive, he had caught her leaning through the bedroom sash window, talking to a neighbour, with the lace curtains over her head. She told us how he had gone behind her and lifted her skirt up to her waist and pulling the crotch of her French Knickers out of the way, he had shagged her while all the time she was trying to hold a conversation with the neighbour below on the pavement. She added to me that that was how she came to be expecting my cousin Sheila.
The rest of the week passed quickly with my Aunty and I having cuddle each evening and we made love on a couple of occasions. Then it was the Friday evening and Sheila came home. It was late when she arrived so my Aunty said it was too late for me to go home and I was to sleep another night in Sheila’s bed, Sheila and my Aunt would share Aunty’s bed.
Lying in bed, before I went to sleep I could faintly hear Sheila and my Aunt talking in the next bedroom through the thin wall. Sheila was saying that she had not had sex because of it being her time of the month but that Amy had had sex with two boys. Sheila was saying she did not want to lose her virginity to just anybody, she wanted it to be with someone she knew and trusted.
I heard my Aunt say to her, “Well, next time Brian comes to stay why don’t you lose it with him? You like him don’t you?”
“Yes I do like him. Would you mind if I had my first sex with Brian mum?”
“No, I would not mind at all, just let’s wait and see, shall we?”
I went home next day; wondering and pondering if I had heard correctly last night or had I already fallen asleep and dreamt it!
