School Days ( I didn't write this ) - Sex Stories

School Days ( I didn't write this )

... further. At last reaching the bedroom, the boy, now almost quivering, broke free and rushed into the bathroom to hide his embarassment. "What is it? sweetheart" responded Carolyn, hurriedly following the boy into the bath. There she found the boy, his cheeks ablaze, covering himself with his hands as best he could. "Darling, don't be embarassed" the maid said softly. "Did your lacy little nightie do this?" she asked. Moving his hands from their position, she let her fingertips glide over the front of his gown, her nails barely brushing his now engorged penis. Her eyes noting the tentlike bulge, she teased "It seems our little Christine enjoys being a precious little girl, doesn't it?" Near fainting as she reached beneath the hem of the babydoll and caressed his throbbing malehood, the boy had to grab the edge of the sink to keep from falling. "Oh Chrissy, look what you're doing to your frilly little panties; if it wasn't for this, I'ld think you were sweet young girl". Moaning softly, the boy, now a captive to the maid's intoxicating caress, surrendered to the rush of pleasure. His body sheathed in delicate silk, his feet shod in pom-pomed satin slippers, and his pantied and swollen penis gently milked by Carolyn's enveloping fingers seemed ready to explode. "You like your little panties? don't you, sweetheart? cooed Carolyn. "You want to be a sweet little girl, don't you?" At that, the young boy's penis shuddered and released its pent up excitement into his pink panties. ...

... Christopher stood quivering, for the second time since his arrival, Carolyn had excited him to the point of sexual climax, this time, however, he had erupted into the silky pink panties he had been f***ed to wear after forgetting his own clothes back at the academy. On the verge of collapse, the scantily dressed maid helped the embarassed boy to the padded bench opposite the tub. "You do look precious, Chrissy, but you really needn't blush. It's plain you love your pretty nightgown and panties; I'ld find it even more unusual if you didn't". The teenager looked up into the maid's eyes quizically. "What do you mean?" he asked. "It's just as Mistress said" she went on, "Boys are so deprived, never able to dress up in pretty dresses and nighties like girls. Forgetting your suitcase has given you an chance to see just how nice wearing silky frillies can be." "But I'm a boy! I shouldn't feel this way" he answered ashamedly. "Don't be silly, honey" she said slowly lowering the now stained panties down his legs. "There's no reason boys shouldn't be able to feel pretty like their s****rs." Taking a soft washcloth, she carefully washed the boy. Not since early c***dhood had anyone seen him so intimately, though considering the occurances of the last day, there was little left to feel embarassed about. Both Carolyn and her mistress had treated him with a kindness and love he'd been without since leaving for school at summer's end. "Come along now, Chrissy; let's find something especially ...