An Evening's Pleasure in Plastic Panties

My cock continues to eject pulses of thick, hot sperm still with no direct stimulation from my hands which now are clamped one on my buttocks the other on my belly over my nightie. My knees are spasming in time with the waves of orgasm rushing through me so that I buck and bob and groan as I ejaculate, jetting my sperm over and over into my lovely plastic panties.

I call out now, "My panties, oh my panties, oh so good, oh yes so good!" To hear my voice uttering that magic word aloud sends me higher still as the crescendo of my orgasms crashes over and through my being, tearing me apart, delivering me to another plane where my eyes see only blazing light and colour, my voice becomes one long desperate groan. Such intensity cannot naturally be long sustained and the cycle of climax following climax begins slowly to wane.

I sink to my knees as the final waves of semen pulse into my panties, face against the carpet, clutching my frilly pantied bottom with both hands now, still bucking and twitching as the spasms slowly begin to subside but racked occasionally by breathless flashes of higher intensity as little by little, the waves drain gradually away. Groaning and gasping I bow my head and murmur to myself about my panties and how good it is to be a panty boy.

The evening is young yet and I have only begun my tale of masturbating in plastic panties, there is more fun to come, oh yes certainly but I'll leave that till the next instalment if there's to be one, this writing lark takes rather a long time.

I hope some of you enjoyed this tale, let me know if it appealed. I don't by any means imagine it will strike a chord with everyone, but at least I enjoyed writing it. It's the endlessly varied way in which we can take our sexual pleasure that makes us such sexy and lovely little things.

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