Auntie Pen’s Princess And The Blue Moon - Sex Stories

Auntie Pen’s Princess And The Blue Moon

... while marveling, not for the first time, at the engineer who created nylon and at the mills that wove it.

Brian arranged the panty waistband so it could be rubbed against his glans, fore and aft against the enpurpled ridge. He threw his right leg over the edge of the bathtub beside the commode, opening his thighs wide to the overpowering feeling as his anus, his perineum, and his scrotum reveled in the luxury of the silken strokes until he couldn’t continue the teasing torture and grasped his cock in the panty folds and jerked himself with a purpose.

‘Oh, oh,’ he thought, nothing could be more natural, nothing more honestly divine than to release himself into the garment, to stain it with the transforming joy that was making him groan, softly, but aloud in the toilet stillness.

He had originally planned to cast the panties aside before he released his load but now he knew that to be impossible.

Feeling free, Brian completely draped his erection in the fabric, and not until he felt the rush beginning in his probing penis did throw the knickers aside after all.

Gasping as the garment slid to his ankle Brian shot his semen in platinum spasms across the moonlit chequered tiles.

Finally, minutes later, his breathing subsided and he was able to commence his clean-up and return softly to his bedroom.

Constance Billings answered her telephone on the first ring, indeed she was sitting next to it and still staring at the moonlight reflecting off the French doors of her neighbor’s library beyond her own back garden wall.

“Well, what do you think?” Auntie Pen said excitedly.

“The young man is as beautiful as you promised,” Constance replied candidly, “and I feel I can now go forward with my plan for Christopher.”

“I’m glad, Connie,” Pen replied.

“Yes, let’s discuss this over elevenses, shall we? Should I send White around with the car?”

“Thanks, but I’ll walk.”

“See you then, Penelope,” the older woman rang off.