Wednesday, September 22, 2010

The Jackoff Show

Before much of what I've written about previously happened, I came out to two girls named Jill and Tracey. We were just friends and would pal around together, often going out to dance. Jill was a lesbian, not necessarily butch but she never really wore feminine clothes. Jill had the hots for Tracey. Tracey was very feminine, girly, and mostly straight although later she "dated" other girls. I came out to Jill first. By coming out, I'm referring to my crossdressing. I guess because she's gay I figured she would understand, and she did. We often went out for drinks, and we would notice the same women together. Over time, there were other aspects of my sissyness that I would reveal to her.

While we had become close friends, Tracey had no interest in me romantically. She was younger than me, and she had boys that she would date. We often talked, and she confided in me about them. I guess it was a form of cuckolding to hear about her dates. I tried to encourage her to give me all the details about what she did with her boyfriend. I secretly wanted her to tell me how he fucked her real good so I could know that I couldn't provide her with the satisfaction her boyfriends gave her.

Somewhere along the line, I told Tracey about my crossdressing, too. Jill was a bit of a gossip, and I figured she had told Tracey anyway. She was fine with it, and we'd often talk about clothes and things, just like two girlfriends. The three of us would often hang out at my place before or after dancing, and I'd often relax into something more comfortable. They both thought it was cute that I'd be wearing girls jeans. They knew I wore feminine underwear most all the time, and they'd see my pantyhose on my ankles or they'd see my bra through my shirt. It was fun to hang out with the girls. Sometimes they'd gently tease me about what I was wearing.

Jill was a bit of an instigator in trying to get things naughty and sexy. My theory is that Jill thought that if everybody got turned on, maybe she could get into Tracey's pants. I also found Tracey attractive, so it was a weird triangle.

Once, Tracey ordered a nightgown as a gift from one of my many lingerie catalogs. When it arrived at my place, Jill teased and suggested that maybe I should model it for them. Tracey agreed, and I went into my bedroom, put the nightie on over my pantyhose, walked shyly out into the living room and did a couple twirls for them. I was going to take it off right away, and they both encouraged me to leave it on for awhile. This was very arousing, wearing a silky full length nightgown and pantyhose in front of both of them. After some time, I was standing in kitchen talking to Tracey when Jill came up behind me and pulled up the nightie above my waist. Tracey stood there grinning while looking at my very hard dick encased in control top pantyhose. After about 20 seconds (seemed like an eternity), I acted embarrassed and pulled the nightie back down.

Over time, little teasing events like this eventually led up to one night in particular when Jill and Tracey asked me to put on a little lingerie show for them. "We want to see more of your collection," they said enthusiastically. It was almost as if they had schemed this. Since they had seen me in a nightie before, I put on one of my own and modeled it for them in the living room. “That’s OK, but let’s see something sexier!” My next trip out of the bedroom was more revealing. I have tons of stuff, so it could have been a very long night. Each time, they encouraged me to wear more and more revealing things for them. I thought I had reached their limit by wearing sheer panties, but they were trying to goad me into the full monty. So I finally came out wearing a bra, garters and stockings and my only pair of crotchless panties.

“That’s much better!,” they gleamed. I was actually embarrassed now, and I felt objectified as a woman would be exposed in front of group of men. They had me walk around for them, and whenever I tried to cover my dick, they told me to take my hand away. I was sticking straight out, and after a short while, I started to lose my hardon. “Don’t let it go soft!” Both of them were enjoying looking at my hard dick. I stroked it to get it hard again. “Yeah! We want a REAL show now!” I couldn’t believe this. I was standing in front of these two women wearing sissy clothes and rubbing myself.

One thing I learned rather quickly is that it is very difficult to maintain an erection in front of an audience. They were clearly enjoying the show, and they made it clear they wanted to see me masturbate in front of them. I felt embarrassed stroking fast as I normally would, and yet it felt so sexy to stand in front of them stroking while they grinned and watched.

I knelt on a stuffed chair and tried to concentrate on the feeling. Eventually, they turned their attention to a music video on the TV and gave me a bit of a break from the performance anxiety I was obviously exhibiting. I was relieved for the break but felt puny because I couldn't entertain them enough to keep their attention from the TV. I felt like the little boy wanking in the corner while the adult girls watched TV, ignoring me.

After what seemed like a very long time with them looking away, I finally got up to the edge, and started making noise like I was going to cum. They returned their attention to me. I’ll never forget the amused look on Tracey’s face as she turned her attention back to me smiling and watched as if I was an entertainer.

I started to get nasty. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!” Tracey grinned and coyly replied, “Yeah, fuckin’ cum.” I moaned and started to scream as I shot my wad. I felt as though I needed to show the goods, so I came proudly into my hand while they watched the puddle build. Both of them laughed as I shuddered and gave out that last sigh. They finally gave me a round of applause, and I must have turned bright red. The inevitable post-orgasm shame of wearing the clothes came over me, and I was in a hurry to run back to the bedroom and get more decent.

When I came back, they both told me it was great fun for them. I was still a bit embarrassed. Tracey asked, “You really like to masturbate wearing women’s underwear, don’t you?” I admitted I did. “You obviously enjoy it!” The rest of the night was light. They assured me they enjoyed the show and didn’t make me feel like a complete pervert.

Believe it or not, dear sissies, this really did happen. What may be even harder to believe is that there is a Part Two to this story. Sorry this has taken so long to write, but now that I’ve set the stage, hopefully I can write the second half a little quicker.

11 comments:

Sissy Slut Michelle said...

Didn't you want to lick your own cummies for them ?

JamieLin said...

How pathetically humiliating! Your meager dick couldn't captivate them long enough for you to finish. They passed the time watching Prince, Wham or Michael Jackson videos. They castrated you without a scalpel. Best of all they made you luv it. Absolutely exquisite!

Little Pantyboy said...

JL,

You're right. While I felt relieved that they looked away so I could regain my groove, it did feel like they were going, "Bo-o-o-o-o-o-ring! Let's watch TV." And then finally it was like them saying, "Are you finally ready?"

I need to add a few lines to the story because I felt so insignificant during that moment. It was like I was the errant little boy in the corner wanking off while the big girls watched TV and ignored me. Oh, you're cumming now? How interesting.

You're right. It was pathetic.

Stay tuned for Part II.

Anonymous said...

Oh how wonderful, wish it were me. x jayne

Weave said...

Oh my! What a sexy story... I just came in my panties!! Hope you write part II sometime! :D

Patsy said...

Your story is very sexy and believable. I've had similar experiences jacking off in front of women while dressed in a little nightie.

Chrisissy said...

Would love to have these types of friends!

Dolly S. said...

I take the opposite approach - enforced chastity - and there are many different styles - I've been 'locked in' for 32 days straight. I've gone on 3 day weekend trips with a woman (friend, not 'pro')locked in a severe full stainless st. chastity belt - I don't even know if SHE brought the key. I didn't have one.

scur said...

That was nicely written. I felt it all. You said part two was on it's way ?

Anonymous said...

I never saw part 2 - can you complete it?

Anonymous said...

I never saw part 2 - can you complete it?