Pin-Up Girls In Nylons

I suspect that my nylon fetish began when I saw my saw my first Gil Elvgren pin-up girl. If there was some event earlier in my life that established a permanent erotic connection between my libido and nylons, my early encounters with pin-up girls certainly reinforced and “hardened” that connection.

Comic books and “dime novel” covers were everywhere, and this illustration would definitely have caught my attention then, just as it does now.

What kinds of things piqued your interest in nylons when you were younger?

Karyn Again

Karyn Again

Yesterday,  when I posted about Karyn, I had been looking for this photo. It was part of a photo set that she did for us at Clippette, and also appeared on her blog. Not long after we published the photo set, she flew into Boston for a foot fetish event at which she was the featured guest, and I offered to be her livery service. I wasn’t able to attend the event, but having lunch together and getting the chance to know her as a person was a wonderful experience. I dropped her off at the airport after her event, and as we hugged outside the entrance to her terminal, she whispered “I’m wearing nylons.” Sweet memory!




When Stocking Vixen and I founded Backseam, we had no idea that there were so many other men and women out there, all around the world, who had a particular fetish for nylon. Nor did we realize that in many cases, their nylon fetish was not their only one.

Karyn, who was one of our original contributors, really opened our eyes to how multi-dimensional a nylon fetish can be. Karyn also has a foot fetish, and she was able to build a website and business based on how nicely those two fetishes play together. And there are a lot of people with foot fetishes.

We never imagined that layered hosiery would be especially sexy for a nylon fetishist either. Until Karyn demonstrated that it is.

Emily’s Home, Part 2

Emily’s Home, Part 2
(Part 1 available here)

frontI was on my back, my arms over my head, bound to the headboard with a leather belt Emily wrapped around my wrists. Quick, but effective bondage. Emily looked down at me, at my body, at my chest, covered with a satin camisole. “You thought you were going to tease me, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted, almost blushing, not caring.

“Well it worked. But I’m turning the tables on you, Sara. Tease me? All I could think about since last night was getting my hands on you, touching you, kissing you. Now you want to tease me? Like you’re going to be in charge?” She said this resting on my thighs, below my tap panties, resting on my stocking tops.

“Fair is fair,” I retorted.

“Yes it is. But I’m not the one tied to the bed, am I? I don’t think I’m the one that is going to be teased tonight, my pretty.” She ran a finger over my chest, between the breasts I had, down to my stomach, touching the soft camisole.

“Emily, I…I had fun when I got home a couple of weeks ago, I just wanted to do the same for you,” I answered, feeling as if I needed to defend myself. What was wrong with that? With wanting to give her the same thing she gave me? I enjoyed her seduction of me, I just wanted to seduce her.

“Do you think I’m mad at you?”

“I…I’m not sure.”

“Mad at you? Mad? Sara, I’m so incredibly turned on right now I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.” Her fingers traced their way down my stomach, lower. I jerked at the sensation, feeling the energy from her soft touch shoot through my stomach, to my loins.

I sucked in a quick breath. “I thought you were mad,” I whispered

She leaned down, her real breasts pressed into my breast forms. She whispered in my ear. “I’m going to tease you, sissy. You wanted to excite me? You did. Now you’re going to deal with it. Ready?”

I had a vision of her touching me, fucking me, and I wanted it. Now. Terribly. Instead, Emily climbed off me, stood up, just looked at me.

“What,” I asked, wanting her touch back.

“You want me, don’t you? You want me to touch you?”

“Yes, of course yes.”

“Hmmm, think about how badly you want me to touch you, sweetie. You thought you were going to tease me? No, Sara, no. Think about how bad you want me. I’ll be back in a little bit. You just think about me.”

I almost laughed. My plan had been to seduce Emily, to tease Emily, to make her want me so badly that she was wild with desire. I’d kind of had that effect on her. Only, I’d driven her wild enough that she turned the tables on me. I was the one being teased. I was the one who was now wild with desire. Fuck, I wanted her back in here NOW.

I noticed the clock when she left the room. 7:48. I watched it.




Fuck, what was she doing? I wanted her. I needed her. “Em,” I called out very softly.


“Emily,” I called, louder.


I realized that I had been erect in my satin tap panties since she left the room. I was so excited, so outrageously horny, it was not funny.

8:12 Emily walked back into the bedroom.

BackMy eyes widened seeing how she was dressed. “You’re not the only one with a secret outfit to wear, sweetie.”

Emily. My dear Emily. My dominant Emily.

I looked at her, her legs in black nylons, her heels, her bare skin, her covered skin.

I looked at her arms, wrapped gently in black gloves that went over her elbow.

I looked at her and felt a soft moan escape my from my lips. An hour ago I’d been the one in control, in power. Now, I was weak, helpless, at her mercy.

“I want to make you suffer. I want to make you beg,” she said, moving to the end of the bed by my feet. She lifted one of her legs up onto the bed, touching her heel against mine, her stocking covered foot against my stocking covered foot. “Do you want me to fuck you, is that what you want?”

I was pulled my arms, tugged at the belt holding them over my head. I wanted to get up, grab her, throw her on the bed, ravage her. I forgot Sara. The boy part of me began flowing, yearning. “Yes, yes,” I groaned, tugging again.

A wide smile spread over Em’s face. “Well you can’t. Not now. Not yet. You don’t want it enough, you don’t want me enough.” Emily climbed up onto the end of the bed, on her hands and knees, looked me in the eye. “You want me so badly, don’t you?”

“Fuck, Emily.” I felt my organ twitching, rubbing against the satin.

“You’re not a man today, not dressed like that. You wanted to be a woman. You wanted to be pretty. You wanted to seduce me. You picked Sara. If you were a man, I’d untie you and let you fuck me, but you’re not a man, you choose to be a woman. You picked soft, satin, pretty, feminine.”

I was panting. It had been mere minutes since she walked into the room, yet already I was panting. The site of her, the smell of her, the feel of her, pushed me, engaged me.

She lifted one of her legs on top of one of mine, rubbed it back and forth, nylon covered leg touching nylon covered leg. “You could have been a boy for me today, but you picked sissy. You wanted to be a woman. Women touch each other like this. Women are soft, seductive. Men fuck women, women make love to women. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To feel this, to feel my leg touching yours?”

She fucking knows what that does to me. She totally fucking knows what the feel of our mutually nylon covered legs touching does to me. It makes me melt. It makes me swoon. It makes me feel nothing but feminine feelings. She fucking knows that she’s making me think like Sara, not a boy. She knows.

“Confused, sweetie? Can’t decide if you want to fuck me or if you want to make love to me? Boy or girl? Male or sissy? Which are you today?”

“You’re not playing fair,” I said, eyes closed.

“I know. I’m going to get worse, that’s what’s so bad for you.” She was back on her hands and knees, crawling seductively up the bed, lightly blowing and kissing my stocking, my leg, upward, until she was at the edge of my tap panties.

“You know, Sara, how much I love making love to another girl, how much I love the soft feel, the tenderness,” she said, looking me in the eye, kissing the inside of my thigh, licking lightly the satin panties. “It’s so different than fucking a man.” Emily moved her hand up, lightly touched the outline of my penis in the panties. “A woman is so tender, so gentle, a man so hard, so violent. I so much love having another woman.”

“Do remember the last time you tried to fuck me, like a man. You know, as a man?”

“Emily,” I said, sharply, almost, not quite, yelling.”

Emily ignored me, reached into my panties, wrapped her soft hand around my erection. “What did I say? You remember, don’t you?”

“Emily,” I gasped, her hand touching me distracting me from the thoughts forming in my mind. “That…that’s not fair. We hadn’t

“I know, I wasn’t playing fair then either, was I? I just couldn’t resists, Sara, I couldn’t make myself stop.”

We both knew exactly what she said. We both knew exactly what happened the last time we screwed like a man and woman. She didn’t play fair then. She was mean. She tormented me.

The last time, I was on top of her, after spending an hour licking her. She was so sensitive. I was on top of her, teasing her, trying to make her beg for me to enter her. I was rubbing myself on the outside of her lips, over the wetness, pushing just the tip into her. “You want me to beg for it, don’t you,” she asked, shaking as another orgasm crashed through her.

“Yes,” I whispered that last time we screwed.

She was clenching her teeth, looking me in the eye. It was like it was a contest, who would blink first. Would I blink first and push myself into her or would she, would she beg me. Who would surrender. Who was stronger?

We were having a test of wills. She knew I wanted to feel her, to feel her warmth all over me. She knew I was close to forgetting about her and pushing myself in, thrusting. I knew she was close to needing it, needing to be filled. Who would surrender? Who would give in?

Emily’s eyes shook. Her mouth opened. I felt the corner of my mouth turn up. I knew I’d won. She was about to give in, about to tell me, to beg me to enter her.

Then she spoke. “Maybe I’d beg,” she panted, “if you weren’t so small.”

I felt my arms shaking. No, no. This isn’t fair. I was winning. She knew. She knew!

“I’d beg if you were a real man.”

That was too much. Without even thinking, I shifted ever so slightly, shifted, and pushed myself into her and we both moaned, both shook and on the second thrust, I exploded, could not hold back for even another second.

“So small,” she said, having another mini orgasm at the same time I exploded.

I thrust, a third deep thrust, then stopped. “You…you came already,” she asked. “That was so fast.”

I shook, her words humiliating me, exciting me.

“You remember last time, don’t you,” she asked me again, bringing me back to reality, to the present.

“Yes,” I swallowed.

“We’re not going to have a repeat of that, I’m going to make sure of that…”

(To be continued…)


Drive-in Movies

I was sixteen and so was she. It was at the time of life when drive-in movie theaters were at the peek of their popularity and, by those of us who went to them, they were more popularly known as ëpassion pits’. What else could we do. We were to young to have a place of our own; we were to young to rent a motel room and it was just more comfortable in a car rather than on the ground on a blanket.

Betty and I had been dating for only a short time but we had been into some very hot and heavy petting sessions and, getting permission from her parents, we went to the drive-in on a Friday night when they were showing three shows. That is why we needed her parents permission because three features meant we would not be home until about two or three in the morning. That gave us plenty of time and I, for one, intended to take full advantage of it.

Betty, who was part American Indian, was no raving beauty by a long shot. She did have a very attractive face and, although her body ran toward being on the heavy side, she did have a very nice pair of tits. Being Indian, she had long black hair, and dark brown eyes and a round face with wide, full lips that were a pleasure to kiss. Let’s face it, I was no leading movie star type either. In the weight department we were pretty well matched and I had dark brown hair and blue eyes. The only thing that set me apart from most of the guys I ran round with was the fact that I had a cock that was a full and honest ten inches long when it was fully hard. I guess you could say that was my one and only saving grace.

Now, if you have ever been to a drive-in, and I realize there is a whole new generation of kids that don’t even have a clue as to what I’m talking about, you know you arrive, find your parking spot, get you peanuts, popcorn, soft drinks and whatever else you want from the snack-bar and then wait for the twilight to set in so the pictures can begin.

To pass the time, for the little kids, there is a playground up front that has swings, see-saws, merry-go-round and jungle gem. For the older kids there is radio music piped through the car speakers so you can listen to your favorite music and the patter of you favorite DJ.

This particular Friday night, Betty and I were running a little late and didn’t have long to wait before the movie started. Of course the trailers came on first so you could see what was going to be there next weekend and previews of what will be coming up in the weeks to come. Next came the news reel, news that was many days old but always interesting to watch. That was followed by the cartoon(s) and then the main feature began. Usually, by the time all of that had finished playing, it was dark enough so you could really see the picture on the screen … if that is what you came there for.

Some of the earlier stuff was really pretty dim because of the twilight setting. Once the picture started that is when you and the girl you were with, if you were with a girl, could start to snuggle up together and start getting it on.

Generally, if you asked a young couple what the picture was about at a drive-in, they could give you a pretty good description of the first fifteen minutes of the feature and after that, forget it.

As I said earlier, Betty and I had been dating for a little while and were to the point in our relationship were kissing was automatic and she didn’t mind when I would move my hand around and caress her tits while our tongues were doing a snake dance in each others mouths. In fact, Betty liked my hand on her tits so much that, if I took to long in getting to them, she would take my hand and put it on her tit and start rubbing it up and down across her nipple.

The one thing I liked about Betty was the fact that, even though sweaters were the big fashion thing at the time, when we were on a date, she wore a blouse that had as few buttons as possible and made access to those twin mounds as easy as possible. The only bad thing was, there was no way she could leave home without wearing a bra and, in those days, the front closing bra’s were very few and far between with high school girls. So, I became very adept at unhooking a bra with one hand.

Even though we had been dating for awhile and I had become very familiar with her tits and the way she wanted me to caress and suck them, her pussy had been off limits. I hadn’t even touched it, much less fucked it but, for some reason, I had the feeling that tonight was going to be different … at least I was hoping it would be different.

Even though it wasn’t really dark enough yet for heavy petting, I already had her blouse unbuttoned and was caressing her left tit through the thin material of her bra. The nipple was as hard as a rock and about the size of a dime a quarter of an inch long. I was kissing her and gently squeezing her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. When we released the kiss I was hugging her and her mouth was right at my ear when she said, ‘Why don’t you unhook my bra so you can really play with it.’ Needless to say, you don’t have to make an invitation like that to me twice.

So, I reached my hand round and found the hooks of her bra and folding it over, unhooked each one, one at a time. Still hugging her, I slid my hand back around to the front and under her bra and began squeezing her nipple once again. Her mouth still at my ear, she said, ‘I wish it would hurry up and get dark, I can’t wait for you to suck it. I just love the feel of your mouth on my nipples. You make them feel so good and they get so hard they just ache. It also does other things to me that also feel wonderful.’

Now I’m the kind of guy that likes to hear things like that. I’m also the type that likes to hear a girl talk ëdirty’ and go into detail about things like that. Not wanting to loose the thread of the moment, I asked Betty point blank, ‘What ëother’ things, honey?’

Looking a little embarrassed, she said, ‘Well, you know, when you suck them, …

‘When I suck what?’ I said.

‘You know, when you suck my … (here she whispered in my ear as if someone would hear her) … when you suck my tits, it makes me all wet between my legs.’

‘Oh, you mean you start to sweat between your legs?’ I said, trying to look very serious.

‘No, silly, I mean ‘it’ gets wet and starts to leek and gets my underwear all wet, too.’

‘When ‘it’ gets wet? What is ‘it’ that gets wet?’ I asked, still trying to look serious.

‘You know perfectly well what ‘it’ is, my vagina,’ she said.

‘I’m just a country boy, honey, and I don’t know them big city words,’ I said. ‘What, pray tell, is a ‘vagina’?’

‘Oh, you’re impossible,’ she said. You know what I mean by the word ‘vagina’, that’s my pussy. When you suck my tits my pussy gets all wet and makes my panties all wet, too. Now do you know what I’m talking about, country boy?’

‘I knew what you were talking about all the time, honey, I just like to hear you say the words. Hearing you talk like that does things to me between the legs, too,’ I said.

Now it was her turn. ‘What does it do to you when I use the words tits and pussy,’ she asked.

‘Well, for one thing, one of the more important things, it makes my cock nice and hard,’ I said.

‘Does your cock hurt when it gets hard like that?’ She asked.

‘Normally, no, but, cramped up behind this steering wheel like this, it sometimes does hurt a little,’ I replied.

With a little smile on her face, she asked, ‘Is it hard now?’

Looking into her eyes, I said, just before I kissed her, ‘Why don’t you find out for yourself.’

The kiss started out gentle but increased in passion by Betty being the aggressor. Our tongues were like two live fighting things and my hand was squeezing her full breast and rolling that long, hard nipple between my fingers.

That was when I felt her hand slide down my side and over to my crotch and stop on my cock, which was only about half hard at this point and was creeping down the inside of my left thigh. Her hand was tentative as it began rubbing and squeezing my semi-erect cock. As she continued to rub and squeeze, her hand became more aggressive and it felt marvelous.

This was the first time she had ever felt my cock on purpose. Other times when we had been necking it had brushed her arm or leg, but this was the first time she had ever been aggressive enough to actually touch it.

When we released the kiss, Betty again whispered in my ear, ‘It’s so big!’

‘Why are you whispering, honey, no one can hear you except me,’ I said in a normal voice. ‘It’s not as big as it gets yet … but it’s getting there. You keep rubbing and squeezing like that and I’ll have a raging hard-on in no time … then what will you do with it?’ I asked.

Also speaking in a normal voice, Betty said, ‘If it gets much harder in those tight jeans, it must really hurt.’

I put my hand on her knee right at the hem of her skirt (her bare skin felt warm to my touch. This was in the days before girls started wearing panty hose at the age of twelve. I knew there wasn’t anything under that skirt except a thin pair of panties) and said, ‘Well, when it gets a little darker and if it gets much harder, I just may have to take it out and let you play with it right.’

With that I kissed her again and began sliding my hand up leg under her skirt. The higher I went the warmer her skin became and when my hand was resting on the top of her thigh, I moved it over between her legs and she parted them a little so I could continue my journey up to her crotch and could feel her pubic hair through her panties. Her cunt was really warm and I began rubbing my finger up and down the lips of her pussy.

She broke the kiss and took hold of my arm and said, ‘Oooh, you’re gonna make me all wet and I hate sitting here in wet panties.’
I looked at her and said, ‘I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you lift up and I will slide under you and sit on the passenger side of he seat and then I won’t be cramped up behind the wheel and, while we’re doing that, you can slip your panties off and then they won’t get wet. You know you want me to suck your tits and you say that makes your pussy wet and that will get your panties wet. This way I can get you as wet as you want to get and you will still have dry panties to go home in.’

‘I can’t take my panties off,’ she said.

‘Why not?’ I asked.

‘Someone will see,’ she said.

‘If you look at the cars on either side of us you will be able to see all the way through,’ I said.

‘I really doubt there will be anyone watching to see if you take your panties off. Since we can’t see anyone, I am guessing that the panties are already off in those cars.’

Betty took a quick look at each car and it was true, there were no heads to be seen in either vehicle. ‘Well, lets wait until it gets a little darker before we switch sides … just don’t feel my pussy until then and maybe I wont get wet,’ she said.

We continued necking and I was squeezing her inner thigh just as close to her pussy as I could get without actually touching it and she continued to rub and squeeze my cock, but not as vigorously as before. After about fifteen minutes Betty said we could switch places now and, as she lifted up, I slid under her and while I was doing that she quickly reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees before sitting back down.

She immediately snuggled into me and finished taking off her panties and I took them from her and put them in the glove box. She looked up at me and, as she stretched up to kiss me, she said, ‘Now you can play with my pussy.’

Our lips met and my hand touched her cunt at just about the same instant. As we kissed my fingers were running up and down the swollen lips of her pussy and she was already pretty wet. She actually jumped when my finger slid over the top of her swollen clit and she clung to me even tighter.

I gently parted those soaking wet pussy lips and inserted the middle finger of my right hand and shoved it as far up her cunt as I possibly could. Then I began to finger fuck her, drawing my finger almost all the way out and then shoving it back in to the hilt and wiggling it around inside her. When we broke the kiss, I kissed my way down to her tits and took her hard nipple into my mouth and began to suck it like it was a lollipop.

I would gently chew on it and run my tongue around it and treated it just like it was a straw. All the while my finger was doing a number on her cunt and had developed into two fingers working away at that warm, wet hole.

‘Yes!! Yes!! Suck my tits just like that,’ she said. ”Your fingers are making my pussy awfully wet, honey. It feels wonderful! Oh, God! I want to feel your cock in my hand, honey, take it out so I can play with it!!’

I withdrew my hand from her cunt and, with her skirt bunched up around her hips, I could see all that pubic hair covering her pussy. Not just a little patch around it, not this girl, she had hair covering the whole lower part of her body … lots and lots of hair.

When my hand was clear of her pussy, her hand took its place and began rubbing up and down over her clit and between her pussy lips. As I unzipped my jeans and was trying to get my hard-on out in the open, I said,

‘That’s it, honey, keep it warm and wet for me. I like watching you play with yourself, Go ahead and stick your fingers in it for me while I get your play toy out for you.’

Smiling at me, Betty stuck three of her fingers up her cunt and raised her ass off the seat as she began fucking herself. ‘It feels good,’ she said, ‘but it feels a lot better when you finger fuck me. Hurry up, I like the feel of your fingers better.’

With that my cock sprang out of the open fly of my jeans and it was standing up in all its glory. Betty’s eyes got big and round as she looked at it. ‘Shit! It’s so big!’ She reached out a tentative hand and wrapped it round the base of my cock and began squeezing it.

Then she put her other hand around it above her first hand and there was still quite a bit a bare cock sticking out. Slowly she began an up and down motion, using only one hand and she was jacking me off.
I was again feeling her pussy and sucking her tit as he played with my tool. Her hand felt great wrapped around it and I was thinking ahead to the possibility of getting it into her hot, hot pussy.

Not bothering to whisper any longer, Betty said, ‘Your cock feels wonderful! It’s so damn big I cant even make my fingers touch, even if I stretch them trying to get around it. Have you ever fucked a girl with it?’

I’m a truthful kind of guy and I answered her question the way I would want my questions answered. ‘Yes, I’ve fucked a girl with it … as a matter of fact I have fucked several girls with it.’

‘Were you able to get all of it in?’ She asked.

‘Yes, I got all of it in and, in a couple of cases, the girl even asked for more but, just so you will know, all of them went away from the experience happy and told me I could come back for seconds any time I wanted.’

‘Now it’s your turn,’ I said. ‘Have you ever fucked a guy before?’

‘Only one,’ she said. ‘It was about a year ago and it only happened one time. He popped my cherry and about ten seconds after that he dropped his load in me and that was the end of it. I never did get off, at least not with his cock in me. He was so apologetic about taking my virginity that he didn’t touch me the rest of the evening. I finally ended up going to the bathroom and finger fucking myself until I came … but I’m sure it was not the same feeling as having a cock make me cum.’

The sexual activity had come to a halt as we talked. I still had my fingers up her cunt and she was still holding my cock in her hand but, for the most part, we were just talking.

Finally I told her to lay down in the seat with her head against the drivers side door. She did as I asked and then I slid off the seat onto the floor and moved her legs so I was between them and, before she realized what I was about,

I had my head up between her legs and my tongue was licking her pussy and working all around her hard little clit. I though she was going to come unglued as I began to eat her pussy. She reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled my face harder against her cunt and was making all kinds of sounds deep in her throat and she was bucking her hips up into my face.

I latched onto her cunt, darted my tongue into her fuck hole and then began sucking her cunt. It only took a few seconds of that action before I was rewarded with an orgasm so hard from her that I could fell her love juice flooding the inside of her cunt. I continued sucking her pussy until I had most of that juice in my mouth.

When her orgasm began, she couldn’t hold back the words any longer. ‘Oh, God!! I’mmmmm Ccccuuuummmmiiinnnggg! Suck it! Suck it! Suck my pussy! Oh, FUCK!’

Then she was grunting and groaning until her orgasm subsided and she lay still on the seat. I moved her legs around and got back up on the seat and pulled her up to me and held her close while her breathing returned to normal.

When she was back to normal, she said, ‘What did you do to me?’
‘That, my dear, is known as ëeating pussy’, ‘I said. ‘I may be wrong, but it appeared to me that you liked it.’

‘I LOVED IT!’ She said. ‘I’ve never had that done to me before and I didn’t know what to expect but it felt wonderful. I’ve masturbated a few times and cum that way but, it was nothing compared to what you just did to me.’

She said, ‘I have to go to the bathroom, give me panties so I can go.’
‘What do you need your panties for. All you’re going to do is walk to the bathroom, go into the stall, close the door pull up your skirt, sit down and pee. Then you will drop your skirt and walk back to the car. Why do you need panties?’

‘I just do. Please give them to me,’ she said.

‘Okay, but you have to promise to take them off when you get back,’ I said.

She agreed so, I got her panties out of the glove box and she slipped them on and I let her out so she could go. As I got out, I couldn’t help but look in the car next to us and, in the back seat, all I could see was two wide spread white shoes bouncing up and down.

Without saying anything, I took Betty’s arm and when she looked at me, I motioned to the back window and her eyes got big and round again and she took off for the bathroom. I got back in the car and waited for her to return.

It seemed like she was taking forever to take a piss and get back to the car. She finally made it back and I let her in. My cock was completely soft now and we would have to start all over again. I put my arm around her and gave her a welcome back kiss and said, ‘Okay, time to hand them over.’

Betty looked at me and said, ‘I don’t need to take off my panties now, you’ve already made me cum.’

‘Hey, you promised,’ I said.

‘Well, I said that to get my panties back,’ she replied.

‘Okay, if that’s the way you want to be about it,’ I said. I then turned to sit in the seat properly, took my arm from around her, folded my arms across my chest and started watching the movie. It lasted about ten minutes when she said, ‘Okay, you win.’

She reached under her skirt, skinned her panties down and off and handed them to me. I immediately placed hem back in he glove box. We commenced necking again and it was no time before I had her bra undone, her tits out and was sucking on them with three fingers up her cunt.

It also wasn’t very long before she started rubbing and squeezing my cock again. When we broke a long kiss, Betty looked at me and said, ‘Why don’t we take your cock out so I can feel it get hard in my hand. I complied with her wishes and pulled it out for her. It was still petty soft and she said,

‘It is much easier to hold when it’s like this. Do you mind if I kiss it?’ For an answer, I just put my hand to the back of her head and gently pushed it toward my cock.

I felt her lips touch it tentatively and she began planting light kisses all over the head of my cock and down he shaft and, to my amazement, she opened her mouth and took the head of it in and started sucking it. She only did that for a little while and then lifted her head up and said, ‘It taste so good, I could suck it all night.’

‘If you want to suck it some more, honey, it wont hurt my feelings at all. I like the feel of it in your mouth,’ I said.

With that she dipped her head down and really began sucking my cock. It was hard to believe she had not sucked cock before, because she was doing such an expert job at it and my ole cock was rising to the occasion in grand style.

The harder it got, the less she was able to get in her mouth. she would take in as much as she could before she started to gag … but she managed to get about half of it in before that happened.

That was when she started jacking me off at the same time. As her mouth would come down on my cock, her hand was jacking up on it and it felt like she was getting much more in her mouth than she actually was. It really didn’t matter that much, because it felt marvelous having her suck me like that.

I finally had to pull her off of it because I didn’t want to cum in her mouth … I wanted to cum in her cunt. She really didn’t want to let go of it but, with a little effort, I was able to get her to let go.

‘What did you do that for?’ She asked.

‘Well, to be honest, honey, I didn’t want to cum in your mouth. Even though your mouth felt wonderful, I would rather shoot my cum all over your pussy when I cum … what do you think of that idea?’ I asked.

‘On it okay … not in it, because I don’t want to take the chance of getting pregnant. If it’s one thing I don’t need it’s a baby,’ she said.

I reached over and found the seat adjustment control and the seat slid as far back as possible. I got on the floor on my knees between her legs and pulled her ass to the edge of the seat and began rubbing my cock against the lips of her pussy. I was able to rub it from her asshole to her clit and we were both enjoying it greatly.

Each time I ran it up her cunt the head would part the swollen lips and it was getting wetter and wetter … her pussy and my cock. Finally I paused with the head of my cock parting the lips of her pussy right over her fuck hole. That is when I stopped and pulled her face to me and gave her a very passionate kiss and she responded by putting her arms around me and pulling me to her. When she did that my cock head pop into her cunt.

‘Oh!’ she gasped. ‘Oh, God! It’s in me, honey. Your cock is actually in my pussy. Oh! Oh! Oh, God, it feels wonderful!’

I started pulling it out of her and she made a little whimpering sound and I fucked it back into her a little ways. She made a sound like a little kitten that has just been give a warm bowl of milk. That is when I started fucking it in and out of her but only using a couple of inches of rock hard cock meat.

Her feet came up and she braced them against the dashboard as I was slowly fucking her. Little by little I was inching more and more of my cock into her pussy until I had it all the way in. Once I had it buried to the hilt in her cunt, I stopped my fucking action and asked her how it felt in her.

‘Oh, Jesus,’ she said. ‘It feels like I have a fence post shoved up my pussy. It feels like the head of it is going to come out my mouth at any minute. It feels wonderful. Now fuck me!! Please fuck me!! I want to feel that marvelous feeling as it goes in and out.’

I began fucking her again, very slowly as all ten inches came out and went back in. Her pussy was very tight around my cock and each time I would withdraw it, it felt like her cunt was trying to suck it back in. Gradually I began to increase my pace and it wasn’t long before I was really fucking it into her nice and hard. With her feet brace the way they were, she was pushing toward me each time I fucked into her and we met with a bone jarring crash that rocked the car and caused the seat to make a sound like it was coming loose from it runners. I was really pounding it into her and she was loving it.

In the position I was in I was looking her right in the eyes and she was looking back at me. Her lips were moving each time I fucked my cock deep inside her, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. I couldn’t hear her, but I could read her lips and each time it went in she was saying … FUCK!

Her pussy was really milking my cock and I could tell she was getting close to cumming. I know I was and I didn’t want to take it out and cum on her cunt hair like I told her I wanted to. I wanted to have my cock as deep as possible inside her when I cut loose with my load of hot, white, cum.

I began squeezing her tits and took a nipple into my mouth and began sucking it. Betty was shaking her head from side to side and she was becoming more and more audible.

‘Oh, God! Fuck me, honey! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! So I did. My cock was moving in and out of her and I was sucking on her tit just as hard as I could.

Suddenly, Betty grabbed me around the neck and began squeezing me.

‘Oh, Jesus Christ! I’mmmm Cummmmiiinnngggg. She held me in a grip like a vise. She took her feet off the dash and wrapped them around my waist and held me deep in her pussy as I felt her creaming all over my hard cock.

It was then I felt my own cum boiling out of my nuts and starting the trip up my cock shaft. I told her I was going to cum and whether she didn’t care or didn’t hear me, I can’t say, but my cum erupted from my cock and shot deep into her pussy and bathed the insides of her cunt.

Spurt after spurt after spurt of cum left my cock and entered her pussy. She was meeting me grunt for grunt as we both came at the same time.

Finally our breathing settled back to normal and my cock was going soft in her pussy, I straightened up and slowly pulled my cock out of her. As I did, there was enough light from the movie screen for me to see the cum run out of her cunt and form a puddle on the floor in front of us.

Betty reached down and took hold of my cock and said, ‘I loved the feel of this in me and it was fantastic when we both came like that, but I hope you were firing blanks because it felt like you shot enough cum into me to make a dozen babies.

I got back on the seat beside her and snuggled up to her and asked her when her period was due. She said a it was a few days away. I said the only thing I could say. We’ll just have to wait and see what happens. We’re like the old country boys. Go out Saturday night and sow their wild oats and go to church on Sunday and pray for crop failure.

Betty was smiling as she said, ‘I’m really sorry we went all the way … even though I loved every second you were fucking me, you’re going to expect it ever time you take me out from now own. I will probably let you fuck me whenever you want because I love the feeling it gives me and the feel of your cock inside me. But, for now, my pussy is sore, I’m tired, I’m happy, I’m completely satisfied, I’ve been more that well fucked and I want to go home and go to bed. Please take me home.’

I took her home, kissed her goodnight and went home a happy camper. Betty was right though. We did fuck every time we went out after that and it wasn’t always just my idea either.

There were times when she was extra horny and the minute she got in the car she would say, ‘Let’s don’t mess around town tonight, lets just go someplace and fuck … I want to feel you in me.’

Being the obliging fellow I am, I would do my best to comply with her wishes.

There was one night we were riding around with a friend in his convertible, there were six of us in the back seat. Betty and the other two girls were sitting on boys laps and Betty managed to get my cock out, get it hard, slip her panties to the side and put it in her pussy.

We were riding through town and messing around and she managed to fuck me until we both came and not a person in the car knew we were fucking … at least I don’t think they did.

There was another time when we went out in the country, spread blanket on the ground and that night I managed to fuck her four times before we both had to call it quits.

I had a lot of fun with Betty, but, it only lasted about three months when her family moved out of town. She promised she would write but, I never heard a word from her after she left.

We were very lucky in all of our sexual activity. The night before she left we fucked twice and, when I pulled my cock out of her well used pussy the second time it was covered with blood as her period was just starting.

So I know she was not pregnant when she left.

I have often wondered what ever happened to her and I often think about our night at the drive-in movies.

-Johnny Hayden
(April 2001)

Her First Set of Stockings

Introducing something new to someone you care about, even love, can be a tricky business fraught with danger. Having long appreciated the female leg clad in sheer nylon it was something that had been on my mind for sometime during my relationship with S.

S was my first love – perhaps my most intense love – as first love often must be. And as S and I both were experimenting and learning our respective roles as each others’ friend and lover we fell into this wonderful exploration with passion and an open-mindedness that young adults have and hope to never loose.

But how to broach my interest and passion in stockings? S was a farm girl more comfortable in jeans, a wool sweater and an anorak than fine lingerie and stockings. Luckily circumstances were to prevail that would conspire to help create a wedge from which I could leverage my passion for stockings in a manner that would benefit S and certainly benefit me!

The wedge, as it were, was S was to become as she put it “corporate cookie.” Though this term was meant with some derision as in her wildest dreams S never thought she would be dressing in corporate attire for any job, less a career. But as happenstance would have it she got a job as a sales manager for a marketing firm specializing in supporting the arts and she was required to upscale her wardrobe from the comfort of cotton to that of nylons, dresses and skirts and appropriate footwear.

Since this was a summer job one of her first complaints was the discomfort pantyhose created in the humidity that southern Ontario is apt to experience due to its geographic proximity to some of the largest bodies of freshwater in the world. Even with the benefit of air conditioning S hated the tactile feel of pantyhose.

This was my chance.

One weekend I gathered my courage and took her down to Rosalind’s, a fine lingerie shop in my home town. The proprietor, Rosalind, was a breath of fresh air in lingerie retailing. She had a passion for and a deep knowledge of her well selected stock and she handled each customer with understanding and enthusiasm. Knowing that S would immediately feel at ease with Rosalind I took S downtown on some other pretense and when we were about to pass the lingerie store suggested we go in to look around.

Somehow my apprehension disappeared, and for what at that time was unusual, I took the initiative and opened the conversation with Rosalind when she greeted us and asked us if she could help us with anything.

Taking the proffered bait I offered out that ‘we’ were looking for some stockings and a garter belt. Rosalind in her way and without missing a beat asked if this was for “pleasure or for every day wear.” I could have kissed her. It was obvious to me my intent and I am sure S knew what too but Rosalind’s comment, with its implied humor, broke the ice nicely and S, being the assertive woman she was, made it known it was for every day wear.

Rosalind selected some eminently practical and non-frilly garter belts and showed them to us and even mentioned about the one she was recommending that the small rosette in the center of the belt was “sexy” and suggested S try it on. S went into the change closet and then emerged after sometime with the statement that the garter belt was fine and now it was time to select some hose. Inside I was beaming and expectant for the time S would first wear them.

A selection was made. A pair of taupe and grey stockings with no adornments like reinforced toes or heels – that would come later – and we paid for our purchase. Well, I gladly paid, and off we went.

As it turned out S was a stocking convert. As long as we were together she never wore pantyhose to work or for any time she wanted to wear a dress or skirt and she knew that like Pavlov’s dog, any time she covertly revealed to me that she was wearing stockings an appropriate response could be guaranteed from me!

Rosalind was guaranteed a return customer as well. I would often drive from Toronto to buy lingerie for S and Rosalind would always preface our dealings with, “Is this for you or for S?”

—by Eric