The Gentlemen's Panty Club Pt. 03

Melanie gave my balls a harder squeeze, which elicited an "oh fuck, yes" from me.

"Do you like me crushing your nuts Joey?"

"Oh God, yes! It hurts a little, but it's so very exciting!"

"Hah! I thought so. My asshole ex husband loved having his balls abused, and I enjoyed it too, busting his boys."

Melanie pulled her hand out of my underwear and addressed Bridgette.

"A lot of men want the woman to be in control, to have power over them. I think Joey wants it too."

My fiancé replied, "I'll keep that in mind. Maybe you can give me a few pointers when we meet later for happy hour?"

"I'd be happy to. Even thought my marriage was shit, I did learn a few things about men."

She turned to me, "Are you happy with this outfit Joey?"

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and grinned.

"Hell yes, Melanie. I absolutely love it!"

We all agreed that the items Melanie had chosen were perfect for me, and so our shopping trip to Victoria's Secret was deemed a success.

I left Bridgette with the car, so she could keep her date with Melanie, and I took a taxi home.

Chapter 2

My first Gentlemen's Panty Club meeting was scheduled for the following Saturday evening, starting promptly at eight pm. My father warned me that tardiness was not tolerated. The doors to the meeting room would be closed and locked at exactly eight o'clock. The rules of the club were strictly enforced.

I arrived a half hour early, and I thought I would be the only member there, but I was wrong. Already, there were six distinguished looking gentlemen standing in the common area. Two were wearing three-piece business suits, three wore stylish sport coats, and one was wearing black clothing with a stiff white collar indicating he was a cleric of some sort. There was also one stunning looking older woman, wearing a white satin blouse and a short black leather skirt with black leather boots. Norma Roberts, president of the Gentlemen's Panty Club. She recognized me and came over to greet me.

"Hello Joey. It's so nice to see you again. You really impressed me at your initiation. You exceeded my expectations."

She took a few seconds to look at me from head to toe.

"So, are you excited, Joey? You should be, you know. It's a privilege to be a member of my club."

I was a bit nervous as I replied, "Well, uh, Madame President. It's nice to see you again, I...uh...yes, I am excited, um..."

She seemed amused by my fumbling.

"That's ok Joey. Oh, you can call me Norma for now. It's only during the actual meeting that you must address me as Madame President."

"I see. Ok then, Norma, I'm glad I didn't disappoint you at my initiation."

She smiled warmly at me, and then reached out with her hand and rubbed my cheek.

"You really are a sweet man, Joey."

I felt my cheeks getting warm.

She looked at her watch and announced, "Gentlemen, please enter the meeting room and take a seat at the table. We will start in five minutes.

We filed into the room, the same room where I had my initiation a few weeks earlier. The stage had been removed and replaced with a very large conference table, about twenty feet long and eight feet wide.

After everyone took their seats, our president closed the doors, locked them, and took her place at the head of table. There was a Macbook computer on the table in front of her, which she opened.

"Alright then. Let's begin, shall we?" There are three items of business on the agenda, and then I'll introduce our speaker for this evening."

She stood up and faced me. "Joey, please stand."

I did as instructed, but I felt very self-conscious. I so wanted the other members to like me!

"It's my pleasure to introduce our newest member. Joey, tell us a little about yourself."

I looked around the room, scanning the faces of the other members. There were about twenty members present. Most of them I would consider middle aged, but a few were older gentlemen, probably in their mid fifties to late sixties.

I took a deep breath and began.

"Hello everyone. My name is Edward Joseph Mason the fourth, but I prefer to be called, Joey. I assume you all know my father, Edward the third? Right, well then. I'm thirty-five years old, and I've been wearing panties daily for the last fifteen years. But I knew I had an attraction for women's underwear when I was a boy. I have accepted the fact that this is a fetish for me, but I am very happy to have this fetish. I'm really looking forward to getting to know all of you, and sharing my thoughts and feelings with you, about my attraction for panties. Thank you."

Our President spoke next, "Thank you Joey." Then she started to clap for me, and the other members joined in. I took my seat, and I felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off of me. Now I could relax.

"The next item on the agenda is the matter of the yearly club dues. Your dues must be received by the last day of this month. The amount is $1,500. Any member's dues that are received after the due date, will be assessed a late fee of $20,000. If, after thirty days, your dues are still delinquent, your initiation video will be posted on ten of the most popular social media sites, and your membership in the Gentlemen's Panty Club will be terminated. I hope my message is crystal clear, gentlemen. Does anyone have any questions?"

She scanned the member's faces, and they all shook their heads.

"The next item is the yearly charity auction, which will be held on the twenty-fourth of next month. Our goal is to raise $100,000 for a yet to be determined charity, something very deserving I'm sure. All members are expected to support this effort."

An elderly member raised his hand and asked to be recognized.

"Madame President. May I offer a suggestion?"

She looked him in the eye, "Of course, Sir Robert."

"Madame President. I believe it would be much easier to accomplish this goal, if each member was assessed their share of this $100,000 to be added to their yearly dues. It seems much simpler to me, and I propose that we should take a vote on this right now."

Our president smiled back at him, and then scanned the room.

"All of you who agree with Sir Robert's proposition, please raise your hand, now."

I looked around the room, and every single hand was raised. I raised my hand.

She smiled.

"The result of the vote is unanimous. A special fee will be added to the yearly dues. Thank you for your suggestion, Sir Robert."

She looked at her computer.

"The last item concerns our next meeting. The sunshine committee has planned a special activity. Well, I guess you could call it a game really, that of course, involves your knowledge of panties. For this game, five of the women associates of the club will donate their favorite pair of panties, and these panties will be a bit odorous. Each member will have three minutes to inspect each pair of panties. The women who donated the panties will be in the room as well. The object of the game is to guess which woman wore that panty."

I was fascinated by this idea, and excited too, as my penis was stirring. I've long had a fantasy where a woman I don't know gives me her dirty panties, and she watches me while I look at them closely, and hold the gusset up to my nose, taking in her scent. The more I thought about this image, the harder my dick became. I looked around the room and many of the other club members seemed excited about this as well. Two men had their hands under the table, and they appeared to be rubbing themselves.

The room was silent. Our president scanned the member's faces for a full minute, and she seemed quite pleased with the result her announcement was having on them.

"Now, I would like to introduce our speaker for tonight. He's a distinguished long time member of our club. Please welcome his Excellency, the archbishop of the diocese of San Francisco, Charles Dodson."

There was a polite round of applause, as the older gentleman wearing black cleric's garb stood up. He looked towards our president and smiled warmly at her.

"Thank you Madame President, for your kind words, and may I also say, thank you for all your efforts in leading our club. We do appreciate it."

He looked around the room for a few seconds, smiling at the other members.

This evening, I would like to share my story, of how I discovered my fascination with women's underwear, and how I began wearing pretty panties on a daily basis.

I grew up in a devout Roman Catholic family. My heritage is Irish, you see, on both sides of my family. I whole-heartedly embraced my faith as a boy, as I was convinced that my reward in heaven was assured.

Things were going quite well for me, until I reached the age of puberty. My body was changing, which I liked, as I wanted to be like my Dad, whom I loved and respected. But there was one problem, I started noticing the girls, and how they were changing too. I started having strange feelings for them, and some very disturbing thoughts about them as well. I found myself thinking odd thoughts, like what their breasts would feel like? I thought it would be nice to lick and suck them. But even worse were the thoughts I had about what was between their legs, and how different they were "down there" from boys. I also noticed than when I had these thoughts my penis would grow and get hard, and I liked this very much, but I was also ashamed. I knew deep down that these thoughts and feelings were wrong, that good Catholic boys should not think about these things.

But the Church provided me a solution for my guilty feelings. I could go to Confession and tell the Father of these nasty thoughts, and he would give me a small penance, and he would absolve me of my sins! Just like snapping my fingers, and I was returned to a state of grace.

This worked quite well until I reached my senior year in high school. I attended a boys college preparatory. The depravity of my thoughts had increased and I started touching myself in a sinful manner, spilling my seed, which I was supposed to save for Holy Marriage.

I became very depressed, but I found another solution. I decided to become a priest. I thought to myself, surely as a priest I wouldn't have these thoughts ever again. I entered the seminary, and four years later I was ordained a Catholic priest.

I was assigned to a small parish, where I would assist an older fellow, Father George. I believe at that time he was sixty-six years old, and his age was catching up to him. He had painful arthritis in his joints.

He was a nice enough gentleman, but he seemed a little off to me. Sometimes he would say or do inappropriate things. For example, the way he looked at our housekeeper, Mrs. Madison. She was a kind motherly type of woman, around fifty years old, and a widow. She was a little on the plump side, with large breasts and thighs, and a very nice big round bottom which Father George liked to pinch when he thought no one could see.

I particularly remember one event. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was writing my sermon for the Sunday mass. I was trying to remember a quote from the Bible, but I couldn't get it right, so I sought Father George's help. I walked upstairs to his bedroom. His door was open so I stuck my head in. I didn't spot him, but I did notice that the light was on in his bathroom and that the door was ajar. I heard the voices of Father George and Mrs. Madison coming from his bathroom!

"Does this help George? You poor man; is your arthritis troubling you today dear?"

"Oh Susan, that feels wonderful. You do have a knack for taking the pain away."

The door was open about six inches and I peeked inside. What I saw shocked me. Father George was lying down in the bathtub with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. Mrs. Madison was sitting on the edge of the tub wearing only her panties and bra. Her housedress was on the floor. One of her hands was wrapped around the old man's penis, which was rock hard, and she was gently stroking it.

Father George said, "Can you put some hair conditioner on the helmet, Susan? I like it when your hand is slippery. It feels like a wet cunt."

"Of course I can, George. Would you like me to grip you harder? Like a young girl's tight little pussy?"

"You know what I like Susan."

"Yes I do. Here you go dearie. Just relax and let me help you."

I watched as Mrs. Madison applied a generous amount of the hair conditioner on his cock, and doubled the pace, furiously stroking the old man's penis.

Thirty seconds later it was over.

"Thank you again Susan. You were sent by heaven."

"You're very welcome George."

She retrieved her dress off the floor and stood up. I was terrified of being discovered, and so I quickly made my escape. That night when I was alone in my bed, I thought about what I had seen, and I found myself feeling excited about it, and I spilled my seed again.

The next day I deliberately avoided Father George. I was confused. Should I confront him? Should I tell his superior about what I'd seen? Would his superior believe me? What if he denied it and Mrs. Madison backed him up? I felt deeply depressed, and so I went to bed early that night, and I took a bottle of Irish whiskey with me.

I stayed up half the night, drowning my sorrows. Eventually I passed out sitting in my lounge chair next to my bedroom window.

Mrs. Madison awakened me the following morning around 10:30am.

"Are you alright, Father Charles? It's not like you to sleep this late, and you didn't even sleep in your bed."

"I'm fine Mrs. Madison. I guess I stayed up late, thinking about my next brilliant sermon."

She reached down beside my chair and picked up the empty whiskey bottle. She gave me a disapproving look.

"What's wrong Father? You can tell me." She gave me a motherly look.

"I would like to help you, Father."

I wondered if she would help me like she helped Father George, but I decided it would not be prudent to ask her.

"You're a kind woman, Mrs. Madison, but please don't worry about me. I'm fine."

After that things soon got back to normal. I was in the habit of going to Father George to hear my confession once a month, but now I was hesitant.

A few weeks later something happened that would change my life forever. It happed at Sunday mass. Father George was the official, and I observed from the choir loft in the back of the church. There was no choir for this mass, and so I had the loft to myself. I found I could concentrate on my prayers when I was by myself, and I liked looking down on the congregation from above.

This was the last mass of the day, and the congregation was small. I noticed two young women sitting in the back of the church. They were whispering and giggling about something. I recognized them, as they had graduated from our girl's high school the previous year, Jenny Cunneliff and Janice Cockburn. They were best girlfriends and had known each other since they were children.

When it was time for Holy Communion, Jenny walked solemnly up towards the altar, but Janice stayed in her seat. After receiving the host and wine, Jenny walked back slowly to the back pew where Janice was waiting, with her hand, palm up, on the cushioned pew seat. I continued to watch as Jenny carefully eased herself down onto the pew seat, onto Janice's hand, in a half sitting, half kneeling position. Her hand was right up her girlfriend's skirt, and I could see Janice gently rubbing her bottom, and between her legs. Jenny closed her eyes and said her prayers like everyone else.

They remained in this position until the end of mass. During this period Jenny acted strangely at least three times. She appeared to whisper something in an involuntary manner and she would bite her lower lip and then smile. All this time her eyes were closed. I couldn't be sure, of course, but I believed she was having small orgasms.

I felt ashamed of myself for spying on them, but I was powerless to stop myself. It was very exciting for me. My penis was quite stiff, and for a moment I considered unzipping my trousers and rubbing myself, but I decided against this, as I was wearing my black cleric's clothing, and I knew any white spots would be noticed. I made a mental note to always carry a handkerchief with me.

On the following Wednesday evening, I was back in the church to hear Confession, as it was my turn to hear and forgive the sins of the faithful. I made myself comfortable in the confessor's cubicle, and opened the little sliding window to hear the first confession. I could smell her perfume.

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It's been two months since my last confession."

"Tell me your sins, Miss."

She proceeded to list the usual trivial stuff, using profanity, thinking unkind thoughts about others, having "unclean thoughts" and other twaddle. These "sins" were so insignificant, that I didn't think it was even worth bothering with Confession, but then she told me a sin that was much more interesting to me.

"Last Sunday at Mass, my friend masturbated me. I am sorry for these sins, and the sins of all my life."

I knew immediately it was Jenny Cunneliff. After last Sunday I started thinking of her as "Jenny Cuntlips."

"Miss, please provide the details of this last sin, as I need to understand what happened, to give you an appropriate penance."

"Oh Father, it's too embarrassing!"

"All the more reason to release you of this burden, my child."

She talked for five minutes, telling me everything that happened to her, giving me every detail about how Janice had touched her, where and how many fingers went up her, and how she had touched her special spot, driving her wild with pleasure, and making her cum four times in a period of fifteen minutes.

I had my head up against the privacy screen so I wouldn't miss a single word of her tale, and the palm of my hand was rubbing the bulge in my trousers.

When she was done, I wanted to ask her more questions, but I didn't want to make her suspicious of my motive.

"When these things happen, it's important to confess them."

To let her know that I recognized the gravity of her sin, I gave her a few extra Hail Mary's and Our Father's, and told her to "go in peace and serve the Lord."

When I was in bed that night, I thought about Jenny and Janice, and once again I spilled my seed. In fact, this became a nightly habit for me. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen at Mass, and about the details that Jenny provided in her confession, so every night before I want to sleep I jacked off to completion. Occasionally I would wake up in the morning with an erection, what the lads in high school referred to as "morning wood," and invariably my thoughts would turn to Jenny Cuntlips and more of my seed would be spilled.

Of course, I did feel guilty about this. Imagine, here I am, a Catholic priest, behaving is such a sinful and shameful manner, but the thing is, it felt wonderful, and I enjoyed it! The following weekend I went to the drug store and bought two bottles of personal lubricant. I also wanted to buy a vibrator, but I couldn't find anything suitable in the store. I noticed an older woman standing behind the pharmacist counter. She looked over at me, and our eyes met.

She smiled at me, "Can I help you find something Sir?"

She had surprised me and I fumbled for an answer.

"Well, yes, um, I mean of course. I'm having some muscle pain, and I was hoping to find something I could use to massage it."

She nodded her head, "Yes Sir, we carry a very nice body massager. You can find it halfway down isle 5. It's called the "Magic Wand."

I thanked the woman and walked to isle 5. I picked up the box that contained the device and read the cover:

•The Hitachi Wand has been around for nearly 30 years

•Heavy duty motors and 2 Vibrating Massager speeds

•Includes a speed controller for varying vibrations