How I became who I am part 2
Part 2:
We moved between my sophomore and junior year of high school, we now lived in the country. I didn't have much time to get into the nylons and have a good pull very often because I was now responsible for getting my little sister on the bus each morning and into school, NO MORNING ALONE TIME. I did get a few times to myself and made the most of them. As soon as I felt the coast was clear I hit moms dresser and grabbed either the stockings or pantyhose, dad's Playboy and the vibrator and had a grand time. My poor little cock was continuously rock hard and it seemed to spew like a firehose when I came.
I did become more open during high school and began to date. I especially like dates where a dress was appropriate because in the 70's a dress or skirt meant nylons. I got my fair share of stink finger but never seemed to be able to close the deal. I finally managed to hook up with a nice girl that had a fairly loose set of morales. I took her to a fried chicken dinner in town with my parents then dropped my parents off for Saturday night mass. There was only one thing on my mind and that was pussy. Off we went down a country road to a nice dark place. There wasn't a lot of time so fore play was a quick squeeze and tickle. I had a condom and I meant to use it. As this was my actual first time I will admit that I was a bit over excited and it did not last very long. Thankfully the condom held, looked like the must have been a quart of cum in it. It was time to drop the young lady off and get back to pick up. Mom & dad. Except, the roads were snowy and there was nowhere to turn around. I ended up backing up a mile or so to the girls house, a very slow process, and was about 30 minutes late picking up my parents. Dad was raging and as soon as hit sat down in the car exclaimed "What's that smell?" My young lady was a bit pungent and now they all knew. Nothing was said but, they knew.
My next sexual adventures took me straight into marriage and fatherhood. I was dating the girl that would be my wife when I joined the military. While home on leave after boot camp I was not so careful and we were blessed with a c***d. Of course we married and moved off to live the military life. This did not curb my desire for lignite and nylons. My wife was a church goer so every Sunday morning she would get all dressed up for church, dress heels and nylons. I couldn't keep my hands off of her after she was dressed. My goal each Sunday before church was to catch her fully ready and then have sex. This mean I was all up in her dress, rubbing her legs and pussy through the nylon. When I could get her to play along my real goal was not only to fuck her in her pantyhose but co come of them and her church clothes. I am getting hard right now thinking about that. My cock would explode on her and I loved every second of it. I also set her up to be a bit slutty. She probably knew but never let on. I bought her some very skimpy, very red panties and she had some nicely tight fitting white pants. Man they were hot when seen through the white pants.
I still had the need to wear and masturbate so, whenever she went out I raided her drawers and put on her pantyose. I have no idea how I got them on as she was a size A and I was a B going on Q. But I would get them on, go to the window and watch for her to return so I didn't get caught. That poor woman wore a lot of chummed up pantyhose.
As the story goes in the military, she divorced me, found a guy with a bigger cock that didn't wear her clothes! So that will conclude my part 2. In the next chapter I will begin to share with you my fuller realization that I have the "Nylon Gene" and just cannot resist wearing nylons and now, panties.
Think I will play with myself for a few minutes before anyone else shows up for work.
Happy wanking!
We moved between my sophomore and junior year of high school, we now lived in the country. I didn't have much time to get into the nylons and have a good pull very often because I was now responsible for getting my little sister on the bus each morning and into school, NO MORNING ALONE TIME. I did get a few times to myself and made the most of them. As soon as I felt the coast was clear I hit moms dresser and grabbed either the stockings or pantyhose, dad's Playboy and the vibrator and had a grand time. My poor little cock was continuously rock hard and it seemed to spew like a firehose when I came.
I did become more open during high school and began to date. I especially like dates where a dress was appropriate because in the 70's a dress or skirt meant nylons. I got my fair share of stink finger but never seemed to be able to close the deal. I finally managed to hook up with a nice girl that had a fairly loose set of morales. I took her to a fried chicken dinner in town with my parents then dropped my parents off for Saturday night mass. There was only one thing on my mind and that was pussy. Off we went down a country road to a nice dark place. There wasn't a lot of time so fore play was a quick squeeze and tickle. I had a condom and I meant to use it. As this was my actual first time I will admit that I was a bit over excited and it did not last very long. Thankfully the condom held, looked like the must have been a quart of cum in it. It was time to drop the young lady off and get back to pick up. Mom & dad. Except, the roads were snowy and there was nowhere to turn around. I ended up backing up a mile or so to the girls house, a very slow process, and was about 30 minutes late picking up my parents. Dad was raging and as soon as hit sat down in the car exclaimed "What's that smell?" My young lady was a bit pungent and now they all knew. Nothing was said but, they knew.
My next sexual adventures took me straight into marriage and fatherhood. I was dating the girl that would be my wife when I joined the military. While home on leave after boot camp I was not so careful and we were blessed with a c***d. Of course we married and moved off to live the military life. This did not curb my desire for lignite and nylons. My wife was a church goer so every Sunday morning she would get all dressed up for church, dress heels and nylons. I couldn't keep my hands off of her after she was dressed. My goal each Sunday before church was to catch her fully ready and then have sex. This mean I was all up in her dress, rubbing her legs and pussy through the nylon. When I could get her to play along my real goal was not only to fuck her in her pantyhose but co come of them and her church clothes. I am getting hard right now thinking about that. My cock would explode on her and I loved every second of it. I also set her up to be a bit slutty. She probably knew but never let on. I bought her some very skimpy, very red panties and she had some nicely tight fitting white pants. Man they were hot when seen through the white pants.
I still had the need to wear and masturbate so, whenever she went out I raided her drawers and put on her pantyose. I have no idea how I got them on as she was a size A and I was a B going on Q. But I would get them on, go to the window and watch for her to return so I didn't get caught. That poor woman wore a lot of chummed up pantyhose.
As the story goes in the military, she divorced me, found a guy with a bigger cock that didn't wear her clothes! So that will conclude my part 2. In the next chapter I will begin to share with you my fuller realization that I have the "Nylon Gene" and just cannot resist wearing nylons and now, panties.
Think I will play with myself for a few minutes before anyone else shows up for work.
Happy wanking!
7 years ago