Panty Boy Gets Lucky

'YOU FUCKING PERVERT!'

God she was angry. Her cheeks glowed and her eyes bored into to me. Her name is Lou and she lives next door. I hadn't wanted to let her in, but she was banging on the door and shouting and I was terrified of what people might hear.

As soon as I did, she pushed me hard in the chest with both hands. I staggered back and ended up sprawling on the stairs. She followed me in and slammed the door behind her. I looked up at her angry face, scared at what was coming next. Lou is older than me. At least ten years. Maybe more. I wasn't really sure. Her face looks older and her frizzy hair is obviously bottle blonde. But her body is well toned from working out. She is bigger than me. Most people are to be honest. I'm slim and weedy.

She was towering over me now. Her hands on her waist, elbows out wide. God, she actually has guns. Her biceps looked three times the size of mine. She was wearing a faded denim skirt. Her legs were bare. A black sleeveless T-shirt with some goth-style metal band name on it stretched over her sizeable tits.

'Get up panty boy and give me my fucking underwear back you thieving pervert.'

She reached out her tattooed arms and pulled me to my feet. She was way stronger than I was. She held me in front her for moment, two fists full of my sweatshirt. I thought she was going to lift me off my feet but she just let go and I grabbed the stair rail for balance.

'I know you've got them you moron. I've got a bloody security camera.'

My eyes were like saucers and my mouth fell open. Oh my fucking god.

'I. I'm really sorry Lou.'

'Don't you fucking 'sorry Lou' me you pervert. Go and get them now.'

I stood there. I couldn't move. The world had stopped.

'Go on pervert. Get them now and give them back.'

'I'm so sorry Louise. Really sorry. I'll bring them back.'

'GET THEM NOW!'

'I can't.'

'What?'

She slapped me. I was so dreading what I knew was coming next that I didn't even think to avoid to blow.'

My left cheek stung.

'I can't.'

I was tearing up now and red-faced. Not just where she'd slapped me. Total humiliation was a second away.

'You can't?'

She stared at me. I couldn't say it.

'You're bloody wearing them aren't you?'

My face was so hot it must have glowed bright red. She grabbed my sweatshirt with both hands again and kneed me in the balls. I cried out. The pain was sharp and terrible, spreading up from my groin. I wheezed in a long strangled breath. I wanted to bend over to ease the spreading pain but she held me up straight. She walked me backwards into the front room.

Her face was fierce. Red from the exertion. But it seemed like I was having some out of body experience. Physically, my face stung and my balls we're going numb with the pain. But my brain was just taking in how she looked. She was magnificent, Iike some warrior queen in a video game. She pinned me against the wall with her left hand. Her right hand went to my waist where she pulled open the button on my jeans. She yanked at the zip then pushed them down to the middle of my thighs.

She looked down, still pinning me to the wall with her outstretched arm. I was wearing her red knickers. She looked up.

'You are in so much trouble you panty boy pervert.'

'I'm sorry Louise. I didn't mean to take them.'

'Didn't mean to take them! You were in my garden. You took them off the line, but you didn't mean to take them? You think I was born yesterday?'

I gabbled.

'I just wanted to see what they were like. To touch them. They came away from the washing line and then I heard a noise. I thought someone was there. I panicked and jumped back over the fence. When I got back inside I realised I still had them. I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry.'

'You didn't know what to do, so you put them on? Like that was the only place to hide them? You perverted little prick.'

'I'm sorry.'

'You're going to be a lot more sorry when I've finished with you.'

She grabbed a chair from the dining table behind her and spun it round, then sat, pulling me down across her knee as she went. My sweatshirt slid along my back to my armpits. She pushed my jeans down to my knees. Her skirt had ridden up as she sat down so I could feel her firm thighs underneath me. Her left hand grabbed the back of the knickers and pulled them hard into my crack, exposing more of my buttocks. Then she got started.

God she was strong. She really meant it too. Her right hand crashed into my buttocks, left right left right. The pain was incredible. Each impact stung like an electric shock and each blow built a burning heat. As her arm slammed down each time she gave a little grunt, like a tennis player. I was soon sobbing with the pain. My bottom was so hot and sore.

But the sheer physicality of it thrilled me, being held in place by her grip on the knickers pulled tight into my crack, rubbing over my hole. For a brief moment, after each blow, her hand was wrapped round my buttock. My cock was mashed against her firm thighs. The end of it had popped out of the knickers and the elastic waistband pressed against the sweet spot just below the head.

I was so busy trying to process all these sensations that it took me a moment to realise when she finally stopped. Her hand rested on my burning right buttock, adding to its heat. Then she slid it gently down onto my thigh. I could hear her breathing heavily as her hand explored my right leg. I wondered if she was just getting her breath back before starting to spank my thighs as well.

'Fuck me panty boy, you've got smoother legs than I have. Are you shaving them?'

'Yes.'

I gasped the word out in a short breath. She slid her hand across to the back of the left thigh and back up to my bottom.

'Are you using skin cream too!'

'Yes.'

She was quiet for a moment and I wondered what she was thinking as she looked down at me across her lap.

'Your bottom's pretty red. Go and get the cream.'

She pushed me off her lap onto the floor. My jeans were round my ankles now so I kicked them off and ran upstairs to my bedroom. A few minutes ago I wanted her to stop and leave. Now I was rushing back because I didn't want her to change her mind and go. But she was still sitting there when I returned. She took the cream and guided me back across her lap. I heard her unscrewing the lid and sniffing the contents.

'Bit boring.'

A dollop of cool cream landed on one buttock and I felt her pull hard at the knickers again. This extra tug was more than they could take and they gave way at the gusset.

'Whoops.'

She giggled and pulled the loose back panel out of way, tucking it under the waistband. She started to spread the cream out, gently coating my whole bottom. It was bliss. I wondered if she would stroke it into my crack as well. Did I risk opening my legs a bit to encourage her? I didn't dare. The powerful feeling that she was in charge was overwhelming.

With my bottom fully coated she began to knead the flesh of my buttocks. Her grip started to get quite firm and my skin hurt. I gave an involuntary wriggle and her creamed-coated hand slipped. Her thumb sank down and along my crack, passing briefly across my hole. I groaned out loud.

'Oh. panty boy likes that does he?'

Her hand withdrew completely from my bottom and I, well, I guess I whimpered.

'Listen to you panty boy, such a needy little slut.'

She had both hands on my bottom now and pulled my buttocks apart. I could feel fresh air on my crack, on my hole. I gasped and wriggled. I couldn't help myself.

'You need to shave here too panty boy. This hairy crack ruins the look.'

Her hands slid down and between my thighs, pulling my legs apart. The fingers and thumb of her right hand searched for my balls, then two fingers trapped them in my sac and pulled them away from my body. It was too much. No one had ever handled me anything like this. I lost control. My pelvis bucked up and down. She tightened her grip on my balls, but my cock didn't care. All I could think of was humping away on her thigh and cumming. I barely lasted five seconds before my cock exploded. Cum pulsed out of it as I rocked up and down.

I couldn't remember ever cumming like this. The spasms went on and on. The end of my cock felt buzzy and fantastic. Louise was only holding me by my balls now, and I was squeezing her hand between my thighs as the muscles in my groin clenched up to chase the last sensations of my orgasm before I finally stopped and draped myself back down over her thighs. I was breathing so hard. That had been incredible. I had never been so turned on in my life. She still had hold of my balls, but her touch was softer now, rolling them round between her fingers and thumb.

'That was quite a performance panty boy. What a desperate slut you are. But now I've got your nasty spunk all over my thigh and that's not nice at all.'

She released my balls and pushed me onto the floor. I picked myself up and knelt in front of her legs. I studied my cum on her left thigh. Some of it was still blobby and white, some was beginning to run down between her legs.

'Don't just stare at it pervert. Grab your shirt and wipe your disgusting spunk off my leg.'

I stared at her thigh. I didn't want to wipe it. I wanted to do what I'd seen in so many porn videos, the ones that excited me the most. Could I do it? I didn't dare look at her face. I didn't want to see her disgust. I leaned forward. I was already beyond embarrassment, so I stretched out my tongue and started to lick up my cum.

'Fuck. You are so messed up.'

I felt the fingers of both her hands lace into my hair. I thought she was going to jerk my head away and I started to lick faster. But she just held me.

'Fuck that's hot. Go on then panty boy, lick up your cum and eat it.'

She parted her legs and twisted my head so I could get the drips running down the side of her thigh. The taste wasn't new to me. I had tried it before on my own. It wasn't a great but I didn't care how it tasted. Kneeling at her feet, licking it from her body was intoxicating. When the cum was all gone I gazed up at her. She looked hot, sweaty, on edge.

Then suddenly she scooted forward on the chair and pulled my face into her knickers. They were purple with a lacy front panel. And they were wet. I could feel her hot pussy through the material. She smelt fantastic. It was strong and sweaty. I had never gone down on a woman. I wanted to lick her, taste her. But she wanted something more urgent.

She gripped the back of my head, holding it still, and started stroking her pussy vigorously up and down over my face. My nose was pulled up and down, stretching one way then the other. It rasped over the wet material, down over her pubic mound, her clit, and in between her lips. Then it was squashed back on itself and dragged back up in reverse. I wished she would let me lick her, taste her, but she just ground herself harder and harder against by face.

She lifted her legs onto my shoulders, carefully positioned the bridge of my nose at the top of her slit and began rapid small jerks against it. The jerking got faster and faster until she let out a long groan and her thighs finally relaxed their grip.

We were both still for a few minutes. I could have stayed there forever, my head between her thighs and my face resting against her soaked knickers. I was flaring my nostrils as I breathed in her musky scent. Eventually she opened her thighs and pushed me down to the floor. Her feet guided me down further until I was lying flat on my back. One bare foot pressed down on my chest, the outer edge of it just touching my throat. The other was on my groin, squashing my semi-soft cock underneath. It felt like she was a predator asserting dominance.

It felt good. Actually, it felt fantastic. The idea that I was her prey or her plaything was hot. I swept my tongue round the outside of my lips, savouring what little I could of her sour sweaty taste. My bottom was still sore, making the carpet feel really rough. But I didn't care. I had stolen her property and she had punished me for it. She had handled my body however she wanted, showing me who was in charge. Despite all the pain, that felt so good. It felt like something that I needed.

As I thought about it all, my cock started to harden. She laughed and started to rub it with her foot. In an instant it was hard again, lifting off my body. I wondered what she would do next. Was she going to make me cum again? She wasn't. She kicked it. Hard. It slapped against my body and back up. She kicked it again and sniggered. Then she stood, stepping across me.

'No more of that panty boy. You've already had a lot more fun than you deserve.'

She retrieved her shoes, then stretched her hands down to me and pulled me to my feet. I actually swayed like a giddy young animal standing for the first time, so she leaned me against the wall.

'That was interesting. Very informative. Perhaps we should do that again sometime. Seems to me that a sick pervert like you could do with a bit of control in your life. A bit of discipline. Stop you getting into serious trouble.'

I was thrilled by the idea this could happen again. My hard cock weaved around in front of me.

'I'll think about it.'

I smiled and almost babbled something silly about love or devotion but was saved by my lack of energy. Everything I had left seemed to be packed into my rigid cock.

She slapped my cock sideways.

'My decision though. I only said I would think about it.'

I managed to squeeze some whispered words out.

'Of course. Thank you. Sorry about the knickers.'

'What? Stealing them? Or the state of them now?'

'Stealing them. Well, both.'

She stepped back and looked down at the tattered material hanging round my waist.

'You didn't get a lot of wear out of those did you?'

She smiled, then reached her hands up under her skirt and wriggled out of the purple pair. She leaned forward, hung them on my cock and left.

'See you around panty boy.'