How old were you the first time you wore panties? Howold First-Time
#81
Posted 02 February 2007 - 12:58 PM
#82
Posted 02 February 2007 - 01:44 PM
Not sure how many Moms would buy them but I bet a lot of the Dads would ... LOL ... and I agree those would be some very interesting parties.
Make it part of the proper way to educate your son about girly things ...
#83
Posted 02 February 2007 - 02:53 PM
Kim xxxx
#84
Posted 02 February 2007 - 08:09 PM
I was a proper little perve, even had this one girl regular. We would always go on the same building site and play.
This one time she said she had to go to the bathroom for a number 2, and so we searched and could only find a soil pipe sticking up from out the concrete, she couldn't wait, dropped her knicks and squatted over it. Well being nosey I found it irresistible and lay on the floor looking up at her ass. It wasn't a sex thing, I was just so damn curious.
In class I would sit next to a girl and have my hands up her skirt, and I would give girls names according to how my finger smelt. It was the one girl Susan Mann who I was really wanting, Had a big crush on her, but it never happened
Age of 11 till 15 I wasn't interested in girls at all, but around 15 I was experiencing attraction towards cocks, and knowledge that their were men out there who enjoyed seeing mine
#85
Posted 05 February 2007 - 11:19 PM
I suppose my FIRST real time in panties was when I was 4 or 5 and persuaded my next door neighbour to "swap clothes" in the back garden. She had a lovely blue and white striped dress but I cannot remember the panties, although I know I made her strip NAKED like me to "do it properly". We were seen, and her mum sent her to bed (it was middle of the day), but I was told not to do it again and left outside to play. So Jill's mum let her out, if I was going unpunished her daughter wasn't going to be made to suffer. We promptly ran back behind the garden shed and stripped again, but didn't get caught this time. It wasn't sexual, I remember looking at her little hairless pussy and then at my little cock and just being happy that I had something she didn't.
As a child of that age (4 or 5) I remember always being fascinated with underwear on washing lines. I pulled a pantie corselette off a washing line once but could find nowhere safe to put it on so threw it away. (The hedges in the garden had been cut down and my den was now too exposed).
My next sexual encounter revolved around a boy, Duncan, one year younger than me who lived at the end of my street. We were playing outsied on our bikes and I can stilll remember trying to make him eat rowan berries from a nearby bush. I had been told that they were poisonous and I actually wanted him to eat them and die so I could strip his body and play with it and put his clothes on. He never ate the berries, (He knew they were poisonous too), but I certainly got to play with his body over the next 10 years, until I was 17 and he was 16. We started playing with each others genitals in his garden and then progressed to his house. He was a late child, his sisters were already dating when he was born. His dad died when he was about 9 and his mum went out to do a cleaning job in the evenings, leaving him and me in his empty house to do whatever we wanted...every night of every week for some years.
Back to the panties, I got a paper round at age 12 and LOVED being out in the dark mornings and evenings. That's because I could watch washing lines for "good" items of underwear to steal. I didn't want to be a thief, but my desire to get the clothing was far stronger than any moral teaching I'd had. I still remember the adrenaline rush I got as I touched a wet black cotton bra and panties hanging out early one morning. I got a hard-on just climbing the small fence to get near the washing line, and then pulled the clothes pegs off and stuffed the damp washing into my newspaper bag over my shoulder. I ran home faster than ever when I finished my round that morning and went straight to the bathroom and stripped naked. My young inexperienced hands fumbled behind my back for ages trying to fasten the bra, I'd never seen a woman fasten one, then spin it round her body before putting the straps over her shoulders, so I struggled with trying to fasten bras behind my back for years. Eventually, success! What a lovely feeling of cold damp cotton on my young body. And then, the panties! Black cotton, with a thick lined gusset/crotch. When I pulled them up my legs and the coldness hit my cock and balls I was in heaven. I wore the panties ALL day at school, they dried out on me quickly, but of course I couldn't wear a black bra under my white school shirt. The bra was my "special" garment only for wearing at night in Duncan's house, when we would play cock games with each other.
He was my willing sex partner at whatever I suggested. And I loved female underwear. I dreamed of having a complete set of garments for both Duncan and myself to play in but that never happened. We did both wear bras and panties and sucked each others cocks. I had dry orgasms until one day, my "first" ejaculation came with Duncan and we were both amazed at this sticky white fluid I had just produced. A few months later and Duncan too was cumming , so now we both had oral sex with each other and although I always swallowed his spunk, he never could bring himself to swallow mine. Around this time we began trying to have anal sex with each other, but sadly our little penises were just too small to reach into our anuses. I was a year older than Duncan, so my cock was always bigger than his. I can still remember the feeling of pleasure as I pushed my cock between his arse cheeks, with our bras and panties on, standing in his bedroom one summer evening, and just feeling the tip of my penis getting surrounded by the ring of his anus. We engaged in all sorts of sexual "toy" play and stuffed pencils into each other's bums, then pulled our panties up and stroked each other's cocks and buttocks through the panty material.
Sadly, we had grown apart by the time our cocks would have been big enough to really arse fuck so I never did get to deflower Duncan, nor he me. But back to panties...
In my mid teens I had a friend, Neil, who lived in a strange three storey house. I say strange because they kept EVERYTHING. The house was an aladdin's cave, newspapers stacked on the stairs. Old wardrobes, full of clothes on the landings. And best of all... for me...his big sister's room was full of her clothes, even after she had left home. If I went round to visit him, his mum or dad just let me in and said, "Go on up, I don't know if Neil's in." his room and his sister's were on the top floor. And when he wasn't in, I pretended to be waiting for him in his room but I would creep next door to his sister's room and borrow a lovely pair of yellow cotton panties and a fabulous white pleated cotton mini skirt. Off to the bathroom down one flight, and dress up and wank wank wank in bliss. Once, when he came home, I was so busy wanking I didn't even let him know I was there, and I crept back to his sister's room wearing the skirt and panties. Then I stripped in her room, put my own clothes back on, placed hers where I found them, though in that house, no-one would have noticed if I had put them anywhere different, and I just crept downstairs and then stomped back UP stairs, up to his room and pretended to Neil that I had JUST arrived.
I'm all hot and horny now, let me know if you want to read more of this, I've enjoyed sharing it with you.
Love and kisses, Mandy XXX
#86
Posted 09 February 2007 - 08:19 PM
Papers piled high on chairs yes, but these people were filthy, filthy filthy, if there was panties lying around I would not of given them a second glance. There was catfood in every room, and you had to literally squeeze sideways between stuff in boxes and chests.
Their bed was stacked on top of Tea-chests with a ladder up to the bed, they appologised for the state of the place, excuse given was they were in the process of moving, which was bullshit, they were just hoarders.
I actually bought it, but I spent days fumigating the place, and I wasnt happy until I replaced the bathroom and the kitchen.
#87
Posted 10 February 2007 - 03:58 PM
Later I started wearing them for myself aged about 12. Probably my sister's again but I did have access to old clothes my Mother collected for charity and took panties from them. Soon after that I took panties off the clothes lines of the neighbours and wore them. I didn't masturbate as I didn't know how. I wore them to school and nearly got caught once when I forgot we had physical education class and realised I had to change in front of every one. I later got into wearing pantihose too which developed into full blown crossdressing by time I was fifteen.
#88
Posted 19 February 2007 - 02:37 PM
Will continue next time
#93
Posted 19 December 2009 - 02:21 PM
Then a long gap until I was in my 30's when I started trying on my wife's panties... and have never looked back since
roberta xx
#95
Posted 25 December 2009 - 07:06 AM
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Posted 25 December 2009 - 06:26 PM
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Posted 07 January 2010 - 11:47 PM
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