The Gentlemen's Panty Club Pt. 03

•A powerful Wand Massager

Yes, this was perfect! That night I used the massager to stimulate my penis until I was rock hard and pre cum oozed from my slit, and then I applied the lube, and I stroked my shaft with both hands, fast and hard, until I spurted a large quantity of my seed onto my stomach. I slept like a baby that night.

This behavior was repeated every night for the next few weeks. I'd lost control over my actions, and the more I abused myself, the guiltier I felt. During the day I was moody and quiet. I felt like I was drowning in guilt.

Mrs. Madison noticed the change in my demeanor.

"Are you alright Father Charles? You seem so quiet lately."

I looked into her face. Her look of concern was so sincere. She reminded me of my loving mother, whom I missed dearly since her demise ten years earlier. I felt tears forming in my eyes and my throat choked up.

"Oh Mrs. Madison. I'm so miserable and sad. I don't know what to do!"

She walked over to me and rubbed my cheek.

"Oh you poor man. Tell me what's troubling you. It always helps to get these things out in the open. I'm sure it can't be so terrible."

"I'm a failure as a priest. I've failed my church and I've failed my God."

"Nonsense Father. I'm sure you must be exaggerating. Have you gone to Confession?"

"That's the problem. I feel the need to confess my sins, but I can't confess to Father George. He would never understand."

She looked into my eyes.

"Well then, if you can't confess to Father George, then I think you should confess your sins to me. I've been hearing George's confessions for many years. I'm a good listener, and I'm also very sympathetic."

She looked back at me, and her demeanor was calm and relaxed.

"Father George confesses his sins to you? I don't understand."

She took a few seconds to compose her thoughts.

"This started five years ago. At the time, the nearest priest lived many miles away. George still felt the need to confess, so we made an arrangement, where I would be a surrogate for the priest. In Confession, you're really telling your sins to God. The priest is just a surrogate for Him."

What she said seemed so sensible to me. Maybe this could work. I could rid myself of my guilt, without involving Father George! I was intrigued.

She smiled at me. "Why don't you go take a nice hot shower, and think about what you want to confess. I'll meet you in your bedroom in two hours, and I'll hear your confession, and then, I promise, you'll feel much better about yourself."

This was so exciting for me. Finally, there was a solution to my problem!

"I'll do that. You're a kind woman. Thank you Mrs. Madison."

"You're very welcome Father Charles. Would you mind calling me Susan? We're going to be friends now, and Mrs. Madison sounds so formal."

I looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Very well. I'll see you in two hours, Susan."

I was so happy I felt like skipping to my bedroom. I closed my door and stripped off my clothes. Then I knelt on the floor and prayed, asking for help in making an honest and true Confession. I stepped into the shower, and thought of my past sins, and how they'd be washed away soon. I put on my clothes and sat in my lounge chair, waiting for her.

To pass the time, I read a few of my favorite verses from the Bible. One came to mind that seemed appropriate: Isaiah 43:25 "I, even I, am he who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake, and remembers your sins no more."

This was so inspirational for me! God would forgive and forget my sins, like they had never happened!

A little while later she knocked on my door. I felt my pulse quicken.

"Come in, Susan."

She opened the door and entered my bedroom.

"Are you ready Charles?"

"Yes Susan. I'm ready to confess my sins."

She nodded, and then closed the door behind her and locked it.

I stood up and offered her my comfortable lounge chair. I sat on my bed, facing her.

"Well, first of all Charles. I'm very glad you've decided to let me help you. I can't stand to see someone suffering when it's in my power to help them."

"Thank you again, Susan. You're very kind. Should I kneel?"

She looked back at me for a few seconds, and then she smiled, "My method of hearing Confession is not what you're used to. When you're confessing your sins to me, you will be naked."

I panicked!

"Don't be upset, Charles. This is how I hear Father George's Confession. We find it's easier for him to be completely honest when he's nude. It strips away all his inhibitions."

I was shocked, but then I remembered how comfortable they were together, when he was stretched out in his bathtub while she rubbed his prick. Her request seemed reasonable, but I was afraid. Other than my mother, no woman had ever seen my penis.

"Go on Charles. Take your clothes off, so we can start."

I felt my face turning red with embarrassment.

"I can't Mrs. Mad..., I mean, Susan. I'm afraid you'll think my penis is disgusting, and filthy."

My face plainly showed my distress, but when I looked at her she laughed, "You silly boy. I will not think your penis is disgusting. I'm sure you have a very nice prick. So let's not waste any more time, Charlie my boy. Take those pants off. Now Charlie."

I was frozen with fear. I stood like a statue, looking at her.

She gave me a mischievous look, "Maybe this will help you?"

She pulled the hem of her housedress up over her knees, and opened her big thighs a few inches. My eyes focused on her legs.

"Do you like looking up women's skirts, Charlie?"

Then she opened her legs a little more, giving me a full view of her white cotton panties. I was mesmerized, staring at her crotch, and thinking about what was behind that thin strip of cotton that covered her vagina. My penis stirred to life in my trousers. She focused her eyes on my growing bulge.

In a stern voice she said, "Do what I asked you, Charlie."

I had to surrender to her, to do anything she asked of me, as long as she let me look up her skirt. As quickly as possible I stripped off my clothes and threw them in the corner. My penis was fully erect now.

"That's much better my lad. Now, kneel in front of me and tell me your sins. Start with the small sins first."

"Bless me Susan, for I have sinned. It's been six months since my last Confession."

"Tell me you sins, Charlie."

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.

"I have unclean thoughts about women. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help myself. I think about their breasts, and their nice pointy nipples. I think about fondling their big tits, and sucking them. When I have these thoughts, I stroke my penis and spill my seed."

She nodded her head and smiled warmly.

"Come sit on my lap Charlie. I want to give you a hug."

I stood up and sat down in her lap, in the fetal position, with my head resting on one of her huge breasts. She reached down with one hand and stroked my face with her palm.

"There there, my lad, please continue."

"I think about their cunts, a lot! It's a mystery to me, but I know I want to look at it closely, and smell it, and taste it, and put my prick inside of it, and fuck it as hard as I can, until I explode inside of it."

She giggled, "You're a sinful boy. Sit up Charlie, so I can get comfortable."

I did as instructed. I watched as she unbuttoned the front of her housedress. She reached down with her hands and pulled her cups up, revealing her bountiful bosom to me. I was in awe!

She sat back and pulled my face back to her left breast. I looked at her right breast, and the juicy pink nipple, as she reached in with her finger and thumb and pinched it, making it hard as a bullet.

A few seconds later she stuck her hand down her panties and rubbed herself. The white cotton fabric obstructed my view, but I believe she was rubbing her clit with the tip of her middle finger. I turned my face towards her breast, and took her nipple into my mouth. I licked it with the flat surface of my tongue, and then I opened my mouth as far as possible and sucked her greedily, and she continued touching her special spot.

She moaned with pleasure, and I doubled my efforts. I wanted to please her, and I wanted her to cum! I closed my eyes and concentrated on giving her pleasure. I'm not sure how long this lasted, but my jaw and tongue hurt, but I didn't care a wit! Thankfully, her happening occurred a few seconds later.

"Oh fuck, yes, that's it Charlie, suck my tit, you bastard! Oh! Fuck! Yes!!

Her legs began to quiver, and I could smell her wet cunt. After a few seconds her body relaxed.

She took a deep breath and giggled, "You have a gift, Charles."

I looked up at her sweet face and smiled, "I like pleasing you, Susan."

"Please continue with your Confession."

I felt like a little boy talking to his Mommy. I knew whatever I said to her, she would love me unconditionally. I felt happier than I ever had in my entire pathetic life!

"I watched you helping Father George. He was prone in his bathtub, and I saw you sitting on the edge of the tub in your underwear, jerking his prick, and I saw his spunk shooting out of his cock, and coating your hand with his white cream. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself from watching. You were so kind to him, and he seemed so happy."

She kissed the top of my head, and then reached down with her hand and rubbed my rock hard cock with the palm of her hand.

"I can be kind to you too. Would you like that Charlie?"

"Oh yes Susan. That would be lovely!"

"I'll give you a nice rub, while you continue telling me your sins."

She made a tight ring around the head of my cock with her thumb and index finger, and then very slowly she stoked down the entire length of my shaft. My penis tingled with the delightful sensations.

"I watched two young women doing naughty things during Mass. One of them had her hand up her friend's skirt, and was rubbing her bottom and sticking her fingers inside her panties, and then sticking them right up inside of her. I saw this with my own eyes! Then, a few days later I heard her Confession, telling me all the details. I've been thinking about it a lot, and every night when I get into my bed, I stroke myself to completion."

I knew she was excited, as she was taking short shallow breaths, and she doubled the speed of her hand strokes. I felt my testicles being drawn up to my body as my prostate began to spasm. I felt my anus contract and I knew I was ejaculating in her hand. It all felt so wonderful. My body felt weightless, like I was floating in outer space. After about ten seconds I regained my composure.

"Do you feel better now Charlie?"

"Oh Susan! I do! Thank you for your kindness!"

I got up and retrieved a towel from the bathroom so she could clean her hand, and then I sat on my bed, facing her.

"I am sorry for these sins, and the sins of all my life."

She looked back at me for a few seconds. She was thinking.

"Are you fascinated with women's cunts?"

I giggled, "I am Susan, though I'm ashamed to admit it."

She got a serious look, "For your penance say ten Hail Marys and ten Our Fathers."

Then she stood up and pulled her dress up to her hips.

"Take my underwear off."

I knelt on the floor in front of her, and reached up with my hands. I grabbed the elastic waistband and yanked her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and sat back down. She made no attempt to hide her hairy pussy.

"Smell the gusset."

I held her panties up with both hands so the crotch was hanging down. I felt the crotch with one hand and it was soaking wet! I held it up to my nose and inhaled deeply, taking in her woman's scent. I was enthralled! All my life I had wished for this opportunity, to examine a smelly pair of women's panties while the owner watched me. I could feel my penis stirring to life again!

"I want you to put them on Charlie."

One of my other secret desires was to wear women's panties, to feel them on my skin, and to admire myself in a full-length mirror.

I quickly put them on. The damp crotch felt cold on my testicles, but I was so excited I hardly noticed. I was fully erect as I stood in front of her. She examined my for a full minute, moving her head from side to side, looking at me from different angles.

Then she looked at my face and smiled mischievously, "You will wear my panties for the next seven days. You will only take them off to bathe. I don't care how you use them during the week, and you can spunk in them, as you like. One week from today I will hear your next Confession, and at that time you will return my panties, and they will be clean and fresh. If you give a sincere Confession, I will give you another pair of my panties to use as you see fit."

This was even better! "Thank you Susan!"

With her hand she indicated for me to kneel in front of her. I closed my eyes and said the words of the Act of Contrition. Then we both made the Sign of the Cross.

She stood up and looked down upon me, "Your sins are forgiven. Go in peace and serve the Lord."

She opened my bedroom door, and left me alone to do my penance. I felt at peace, like I was new man!

From then on, I went to Confession every week, and I looked forward to it. After a few months Mrs. Madison told me I could keep her panties, and I cherished them. When my next birthday came, she took me shopping for panties of my own. That was thirty years ago. I've been wearing women's underwear every day since then.

In conclusion, I'd like to state: wearing pretty women's panties makes me happy, and I will never wear boring men's underwear again! Thank you all for listening to my story.

The Archbishop took his seat, and there was an enthusiastic round of applause from the audience.

Our president stood and addressed us, "That was a very inspiring speech, Your Excellency. Thank you so much for sharing your personal experience with the club. Does anyone have a question for the Archbishop?"

I raised my hand and she nodded at me, "Your Excellency, what became of Mrs. Madison? Are you still in touch with this marvelous woman?"

The Archbishop looked over at me, "Well, she's doing quite well, and she's still my housekeeper and loyal assistant. Father George retired a year after my first Confession to Mrs. Madison, and soon after that he was stuck by lightening while playing a round of golf. I was appointed pastor of his parish. My career progressed nicely, as I was elevated to Monsignor five years later, and bishop ten years after that. Mrs. Madison stayed with me all this time. Every Christmas, she gives me a pair of her panties as a present. Age is catching up with her, as she's now seventy-five years old, and she'll retire next year. I have already made arrangements for her to live comfortably. In the meantime she is training her replacement, a favorite daughter of hers, whom I like very much."

Our president stood, "That concludes the formalities for tonight's meeting. I look forward to seeing all of you at our next meeting in three weeks."

The club members all stood and started breaking up into small groups and chatting. There was a cocktail bar in one corner of the room, and Sir Robert took his position behind it, as he had volunteered to act as the barman tonight.

When I stood up, Norma approached me, "Joey, may I have a word with you in my office?"

"Yes, of course Madame President."

I followed her to the office, which was at the back of the meeting room. When we were inside, she closed the door behind her. There was a coat rack to the left of the door, and hanging from it was a white terry cloth bathrobe, which she handed to me.

"It's a tradition for new members to model for the other members. I assume you're wearing something special?"

I accepted the robe and placed it on a chair.

"Yes Norma, the manager at Victoria's Secret helped me find something. "

She smiled at me, "That's very good, Joey. Melanie does have an eye for these things. Let me see, please."

I nodded and began taking off my suit jacket.

"I'm very excited. I do hope the members will like me."

A few seconds later, I was standing in front of her in my white lingerie consisting of silk bikini panties, lace garter belt and stockings, and a very feminine white camisole.

She took her time, examining me from head to toe, "You look lovely in white Joey. I particularly like the very transparent silk panties. I can clearly see your cock and balls."

She reached out and rubbed my penis with the palm of her hand.

"Your cock is beautiful Joey. You should show it off."

The touch of her hand felt wonderful. She continued rubbing me, and thirty seconds later I was fully erect.

"Ok, I think it's time to meet the members of the club. Are you ready?"

My eyes were closed and I was very distracted, "Ready for what, Norma?"

I was ready to orgasm in my new panties!

She pulled her hand away and laughed, "Let's go."

Over the next hour, Norma introduced to every member of the club, and for each one I would open my robe and show my outfit. Everyone agreed that I looked very nice, and they complemented me on my taste in women's underwear. I was on a first name basis with everyone, and I felt very comfortable. I had a new group of close friends.

I couldn't wait to go home and share this news with Bridgette. As I put my key into our front door and opened it, I heard women's voices coming from the den, which took me by surprise, as Bridgette had said she'd planned on spending a quiet evening alone, reading a romance novel she was enjoying. I tiptoed towards the door and listened.