Call Me Pantyhose

It started on a Saturday afternoon, shopping at the bulk store with my wife, Jenny. We had married right after college, and she was my first and only girlfriend. Jenny was always quite curvy, but she's gained a few pounds in the last five years, and now she would have to be described as "chubby" or "thick" but still very cute.

We were in the frozen food section when I suddenly saw a face I had been trying to forget for many years. Kathleen Cox. My middle school bully! She had been so cruel to me back then, but I hadn't seen her since graduation.

I could tell by her clothes that she's a nurse, and I'll admit she looked hot in her purple scrubs and white Crocs. Kathleen was always busty, and this uniform was a tight fit. Her thighs looked so luscious, and her hips were swinging seductively as she walked toward us.

I recognized her wicked smile as she approached. Kathleen walked right up to Jenny and me with a big grin and a friendly greeting as if we were old friends. "Well, hey there, Pantyhose! Long time no see. How have you been?"

All I could muster was, 'Hi Kathleen...this is Jenny... my wife." Then I stayed quiet while Jenny and Kathleen chatted for several minutes. They hit it off right away, laughing and joking. Finally, Kathleen said, "Well, I'd better go. Nice meeting you, Jenny. Here's my number. Good seeing you again, Pantyhose." Then she left.

On our drive home, the dreaded question came. I knew it would. "JJ...why does she call you Pantyhose?" I stuttered... "Well, Jenny...see, Kathleen was kind of a... uh...a bully back in middle school. She gave everyone cruel nicknames."

Jenny laughed. "Sure, but people change, honey. That was so long ago. She seems really nice now. But... why did she call you that?" The truth was Kathleen had all the girls at school calling me "Pantyhose." The whole thing had been a misunderstanding, but the unfortunate name stuck.

It was the first day of grade six. That morning my mom laid out my outfit and gave me the wrong socks. Instead of white cotton socks, she gave me black polyester socks. No big deal, I thought. You can barely see my socks except for a one-inch gap at my ankle. No one will even notice.

Boy, was I wrong! In second period Kathleen saw my thin polyester socks and shouted, "Oh my god, are you wearing pantyhose?!" Everyone laughed! I was humiliated. "Pantyhose, pantyhose! JJ's wearing pantyhose!"

And that was all it took. For the next seven years, all the girls in my class called me "Pantyhose." No one would date me. I never even kissed a girl. I certainly never had sex. Not until I went away to college and met Jenny.

As we're driving home, I'm telling my wife this embarrassing story, and I realize that I'm rock hard! My little four inch cock is throbbing in my pants. My face turned red with embarrassment. I just hoped Jenny wouldn't notice that the shame was turning me on.

*******

That night in bed, Jenny initiated some action. She climbed up on top of me, and we started kissing. We touched each other all over while we made out. Then she slid down and started licking my cock and sucking my balls. She was driving me wild, and if she didn't slow down, I was going to cum.

She licked my little member from taint to tip and then looked up at me, right in the eyes, and said "I bet you'd look sexy in nylons." I was stunned. "What?" She repeated, "You would look sexy in nylons. I might have a pair for you...wait."

Jenny jumped up, went to her dresser, and opened the top drawer. She pulled out a brand-new package of sheer nude pantyhose. "Jenny, I never wore pantyhose! They were socks!" She laughed, "Come on, babe. You have such gorgeous legs; I know you'll look sexy, and I bet you'll feel good too."

My small cock was twitching, and I just wanted her to get back in bed. I've never had any inclination to wear lingerie before. But this seemed to be what she wanted, so reluctantly I agreed. Jenny helped me slide into the silky smooth hose and kissed my rigid little dick as she pulled the waist up over it.

She looked me over. My slim, hairy legs and short, stiff cock were now squeezed into the flesh-colored nylons. "You look hot, babe!" she proclaimed. "Now lay down, I want to sit on your face!"

That was a common mode of lovemaking for us. Lots of oral and hand stuff. Jenny had discovered when we were dating that penetrative sex makes me cum too fast. But it's ok, I love eating her pussy, and I love how she teases me slowly with her hands.

So I laid down on the bed, and Jenny straddled my head. I've always loved this view of her thick thighs, her plump ass, and her pink pussy lips. I savored the sight while she slowly lowered her labia onto my mouth.

I eagerly lick, kiss, and suck her flesh while she moans and writhes. When Jenny wants me to suck her clit, she presents it right to my lips. When she wants me to tongue her ass, she pulls her cheeks apart and grinds her balloon knot on my mouth. I always obey.

While she rides my face, she occasionally caresses, rubs, or just squeezes my dinky cock and nuts. Jenny knows just how to tease my tiny dick to keep me excited without letting me cum too quick. When she reaches orgasm, she'll stroke me hard and fast so that we finish together.

This time was no exception. She teased my throbbing little cock through the smooth nylon until she climaxed, and I blew a sticky load in the pantyhose. I must admit that cumming in nylons felt different. My hot load tickled as it dripped down my shaft. I felt deep shame mixed with intense pleasure.

We snuggled for a while and fell asleep. I wore the pantyhose all night. My crotch was crusted with semen. My face was coated in Jenny's juices. I felt completely satisfied. Jenny whispered, "You're such a good little pussy licker. Goodnight, JJ."

*******

Sunday morning I woke up a little embarrassed. I took a shower to wash off all the love fluids. I had to peel the crusty nylon off of my skin, but I was surprised to find that...I liked it. It felt... good. The soft synthetic fabric against my skin felt exciting.

Jenny was watching from bed and smiled. "Good morning, Pantyhose. Have fun last night?" I was really hurt to hear my wife call me by that nickname. Years of trauma flooded back. Kathleen is laughing at me. But I answered "yes" as my body shivered with shame and excitement.

Later, I told Jenny I was uncomfortable being called Pantyhose. But she felt strongly that I should reclaim the name, that it would be empowering. She went on, "And you can wear pantyhose when we make love... and if you shave your legs, the nylon will feel even better against your bare skin!"

"I don't know, babe... shave my legs?" But Jenny assured me that we would do it together. "You'll look so sexy, and it'll feel so good," she insisted. She helped me use her lady razor to shave my legs.

Jenny also shaved my crotch and butt. I was tingling all over now. My shorn ball sack was so sensitive to her every touch, I moaned and whimpered in Jenny's hands while she applied more shave cream and shaved my ass.

My wife's soft fingers exploring my newly hairless anus was too much. I closed my eyes and grunted "Jen..." as her finger teased my asshole, and I had a powerful orgasm, spilling a thick load in her palm.

We kissed while she rubbed the sticky spunk all over my small shaft and my freshly shaved balls. I was totally hairless from the waist down, and her every touch was like lightning up my spine. In that moment I would have done anything she asked.

*******

Monday morning, I was getting dressed for work when Jenny stopped me. "Wait...what are you wearing?" I had on my usual khaki slacks and button-up shirt for the office. She unzipped my fly and saw my briefs.

She put on a sad, pouty face. "I think you need to wear your pantyhose, baby." I couldn't believe what she was suggesting. "You mean, to work?" I thought that was just for our intimate times. "But you look so cute," she replied. "I want you to wear your pantyhose all the time."

"Please, baby?" she begged. So I quickly took off my pants and underwear, and she gave me a fresh pair of black lace-patterned hose. The nylon felt amazing on my smooth skin! Every pore lit up with excitement. Pulling on my slacks over the stockings felt even more thrilling. Jenny said, "Have a great day, Pantyhose," as I ran out the door.

All day long, I could feel my pantyhose under my clothes. The shame felt so good, I had an erection most of the day. Every time I shifted in my seat, my sensitive, hairless skin was reminded of my nylon secret. I had to really focus and sit still to avoid ejaculating in my pants.

I didn't know it, but Jenny and Kathleen were texting and talking all day, becoming fast friends. Bonding over similar interests and trading embarrassing stories about me. Kathleen howled with laughter when she learned about my below-average penis. Jenny bragged that I made up for it by eating her out so enthusiastically.

Kathleen related how her boyfriend was the strong, masculine type who refused to eat pussy. She was fine with his macho attitude because he has a monstrous cock and great stamina. Jenny felt mildly jealous, and her pussy gushed just hearing about Kathleen's well-hung boyfriend.

*******

I raced home from work, my pecker aching with desire. Jenny was waiting for me, wearing only a pair of white thigh-high stockings. We lay in bed kissing and moaning; Jenny let me finger her wet pussy until she neared climax.

Our nylon-wrapped legs tangled together. Jenny gripped my little cock beneath my pantyhose. I plunged my fingers deep into her quivering cunt. She cried out in ecstasy as she came, and I flooded her fist with a huge load of hot jizz.

Then my wife did something unexpected. She brought her semen-soaked hand near my face and whispered, "Now be a good little slut and eat it all up!" as she covered my mouth! My moans and wimpers were muffled as I licked her hand totally clean.

My face was wet with my own salty seed. I was humiliated but so excited. It was my first taste of sperm, but I really liked it! I told her I hoped she would feed me more cum soon. Jenny laughed, "Oh, don't worry. I will, Pantyhose."

******

Tuesday morning I shaved my legs again. I wore purple pantyhose under my work clothes, and the smooth material and secret shame kept me excited and alert all day. Any time a female coworker walked past my desk, my hard little dick would strain against my gusset.

Back at home I searched my wardrobe to find that Jenny had removed all of my male socks and underwear. She filled the space with pretty panties, pantyhose, garters, and stockings of every color.

"What's all this, Jen?" I inquired. She explained that from now on I was only allowed to wear women's undergarments. I should embrace the name "Pantyhose" as my true identity and accept my new sissy slut lifestyle. She, of course, would be my mistress.

I was shocked... but also aroused. Pantyhose? My wife wants me to cross-dress now? It made sense; I was already completely submissive in the bedroom. But wondering how far she might push made me nervous. I was surprised and a little afraid, but my boner showed that I was totally on board. Of course I agreed.

*******

Wednesday Jenny helped me shave all my body hair from the neck down. She dressed me in pink silk panties and white thigh highs with garters. I looked at myself in the mirror and could not see who I was just a few days ago.

That evening my beautiful wife told me, "You'll never guess who I had lunch with today. Your old school friend, Kathleen!" I objected, "Kathleen was NOT my friend! She was a bully!" Jenny tutted, "Oh, stop it. Don't talk like that. She's very sweet."

My objections no longer mattered. Jenny and Kathleen were becoming close friends and chatting daily now. I could see no point in arguing. Jenny has a new friend, and I have a new role in her life. I am Pantyhose. Jenny's slave. Her cum-eating sissy slut.

Later, Jenny sat on my face and let me eat her pussy and ass to wild pleasure. She pressed her anus to my open mouth, insisting that my tongue explore the complex folds of her rectum. She was so excited I had to tap on her thighs a few times to remind her that I needed to breathe!

When she was fully satisfied, she turned her attention to my little pecker. Two or three quick strokes were all it took to make me shoot several pearly ropes all the way up my chest. She scooped up all the spunk and fed it to me. I was ashamed but ate every drop and loved it.

Jenny smeared the last bits of semen on my lips. She kissed me and sighed, "Good night, Pantyhose. You're such a good little sissy cum slut." I felt ashamed, embarrassed, but secure and safe.

*******

Friday night Jenny planned a special surprise to really humiliate me. When I got out of the shower, she dressed me in a red teddy with matching stockings and a pair of white kitten heels. I felt so deeply defeated and ashamed, but my poor little cock had never been harder. Jenny smiled and kissed me deeply.

I moaned. Jenny instructed me, "Pantyhose, you're going to be my obedient slut tonight." She continued, "My new friend is coming over, and it will be your job to serve us, to please us, and to entertain us. Is that understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." I answered sheepishly. My wife looked into my eyes and assured me, "Good boy. This is going to be so much fun!" She had me wait in the bedroom while her guest arrived. Finally Jenny called me to join her in the living room.

My heels clicked slowly down the hall, and I heard two women laughing. It was Jenny and Kathleen sitting naked together on the sofa. I stood in the doorway and watched them kissing and fingering each other.

Kathleen, my middle school bully, who made my younger years absolute hell... was in my home... finger-fucking my wife. And they were moaning and passionately kissing. This was so crazy, but I was too aroused to care.

*******

Kathleen laughed when she saw me. I felt so small, body on full display, shaved smooth, and wearing red lingerie and white heels. "Hey there, Pantyhose. I always knew you were a true sissy." Jenny laughed too. That really crushed me.

Jenny turned toward me, spread her legs, snapped her fingers, and pointed down to her beautiful wet pink pussy. I complied by getting down on all fours and crawling to her. Putting my head between her thighs, I licked and sucked her clit.

Jenny's gash was already hot from being fingered. Kathleen watched me eat out my bride and slowly rubbed her own clit in a small circular motion. Jenny reached her first climax, a strong orgasm, then pointed to Kathleen's pussy.

This was a new low. Eating the pussy of my old arch nemesis while she kissed my wife with an open mouth. I was devastated, but my heart raced and my little dick throbbed. A tear rolled down my face, mixing with the funky pussy cocktail.

Kathleen made me lay on the couch so she could sit on my face. Jenny cheered me on while I plunged my tongue deep in Kathleen's asshole. The taste and smell were strong and different from Jenny's. I had never been with anyone else. I didn't know there was such variety.

Kathleen teased me relentlessly and called me "Pantyhose" and "Sissy Boy" while I rimmed her ass. I orally pleased both women for what seemed like an hour. But no one was touching my poor little dick! My swollen balls felt full and ached for relief.

Jenny finally pulled my teddy aside and let my erection spring forth. Kathleen burst out laughing, "Oh my god! Pantyhose has a little tiny clitty!" That was it. I felt like I was back in the sixth grade. I began to cry.

Lying on the sofa, sobbing, Jenny took pity on me. "Ok, Pantyhose. You've been a good sport. Let's get your rocks off." Kathleen commanded that I sit upside down on the sofa. She wanted my legs over my head. My white kitten heels were up in the air.

Jenny and Kathleen sat on either side of me, smiled at each other, and asked if I was ready to come. Jenny gently rubbed my scrotum and teased my anus. Kathleen wrapped her hand around my pathetic little bone. Being only the second woman to ever touch my dick, it wouldn't take long to finish.

My little shaft twitched in her grip. Kathleen pumped exactly one time, and I came all over my own face. Squirt after squirt of hot white jism splashed on my face and in my mouth while my beautiful wife and my middle school bully laughed at me.

"Oh god, Pantyhose. You're such a loser!" exclaimed Kathleen. "But what a good little cum slut," added Jenny. They kissed each other and laughed. Then Jenny said, "Wait till you see what we have planned for tomorrow." They both laughed at me.