Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2008 17:44:56 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wet Panties, Chap. 2

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play,
diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please
the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences
of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been
made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers
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				Wet Panties
			    by Amber Fountaine

				Chapter 2.

	"She wanted that cream," Roni read aloud from her book, "every
delicious drop and continued to suck the stiff shaft as spasm after spasm
of his thick white baby batter ricocheted off the roof of her mouth."
	Roni looked up to see what effect her words had on me and she
didn't have to look very high. My stiff little prick was sticking out at
least an inch over the top of the panties she'd given me to wear. Smiling,
she grinned at me, let the hem of the nightie fall back in my lap, and then
went back to the book.
	"Ronda was proud of herself; proud that her first blow job had been
so successful. She intended to swallow that jism but first she wanted to
collect it all in her mouth so she could savor the rich, erotic taste. She
continued to suck, and used her hand to milk out another few globs, at the
same time continuing to excite herself with the hand in her panties. Then,
with unexpected suddenness, her orgasm hit her, causing her to shudder from
the force of it. She let the wilting prick slide from her lips to gasp for
air, swallowing the load of cum before she'd intended, almost choking from
her effort to swallow and breathe at the same time. Even more unexpected
was the warmth of her piss as her bladder began to let go, flooding her
panties and the rug beneath her where she'd knelt to suck Don's dick. Her
very best orgasms were the ones she had when that happened; when that
scalding hot pee seared her pussy lips. But it had never happened in front
of anyone before now and she worried how Don would react."
	Roni put the book down. "See what I mean? It sounded too hot not to
try it."
	I was speechless and nodded to agree. It was easy for me to see how
Roni had wanted to identify with Rhonda, the woman in the story. I'd never
thought of pee as being sexual, but then again, I was a male. I was pretty
sure a man could never pee and cum at the same time, and in a few years,
thanks to a course in college, would learn why. But apparently, from what
Roni had said, a woman could and I was fascinated by that notion. I was
even more beguiled by Roni's admission that the story in the book was what
had enticed her to try it, and that like me she often masturbated. I was
totally unaware that girls had any desire to do that. This morning's
effort, before I'd woke up, had been her third and most successful attempt
to pee and orgasm at the same time and the reason for the wet panties that
had led to everything that had happened since.
	I wondered why Roni was telling me all this and where she was going
with it. Like any teenager, I was anxious to learn anything that didn't
involve sitting in a classroom, and if sex was part of it, you could
multiply that interest a hundredfold. What had happened earlier, in the
bathroom, after I'd picked up her wet panties, had been pretty straight
forward, even if it was a bit unusual. I'd given in to lustful urges; a guy
thing if you will. What had happened since then was more the feminine way
of doing things; circling slowly and weaving a web of entrapment. Was I
being entrapped? It was something to think about.
      After reporting to her room after my quick shower, she'd given me
another pair of panties to wear; a yellow string bikini that barely held my
cock and balls when I'd been completely soft. Then she'd begun a story
about herself, and her mom, that I wondered if my dad knew about. Not that
I intended to tell him. Roni had made it very plain that if we could trust
each other and share our intimate secrets, she'd teach me things that I
might be years from learning on my own. While she never came right out and
said, "sex," her insinuation had been plain enough for me; follow her lead
and I'd be way ahead of the other guys at school.
	She'd started off our information exchange, going first and telling
me about her dad being a part-time actor and full time drunk and how he'd
taken off for who knows where when her mom had divorced him so that he
wouldn't have to pay alimony or child support.
	So I'd told her how my mom had run off with a guy she'd worked
with, and Roni and I had gone on from there. Over the next thirty minutes
to an hour - I had no idea of the time as I'd been too busy looking at her
gorgeous tits to look at a clock - we'd sat on her bed, talking about our
past. When the conversation had gotten sexier, and my arousal more obvious,
she'd decided that maybe we should wear more clothes. She'd put panties on
when she'd put a pair on me and at first that's all we'd worn. Trying not
to notice her beautiful bare breasts was like standing on the edge of the
Grand Canyon and only noticing the scraggly shrubs around the parking lot
when there were so many more beautiful vistas to view. She'd suddenly
decided that being bare-breasted in front of me wasn't a good idea.
      So she'd gotten us each a bra to wear, telling me, "This is one I
out-grew last year. Aren't you glad I kept it?" She'd shown me how to put
it on and realizing that I'd been on the verge of protest, she'd told me
about how her mom had miscarried what would have been a little sister, then
had her tubes tied, and how she'd always wanted a sister to talk to and if
I could pretend to be her sister, we could have so much fun. If it meant
more mornings like this one, I'd have agreed to anything and had told her
so, letting her adjust the bra to fit me. Then we'd talked about her
lingerie and I'd admitted that I loved the way she looked in those cute
little nighties. She'd responded by telling me that in that case, maybe
she'd better not put one on, if I found them that exciting. However she'd
said that I should wear one and after getting me into one that sort of
matched the pink bra and then had gotten me larger pink panties that could
contain my growing stiffy, she'd covered herself with a large t-shirt that
really didn't cover all that much. It barely came below her waist so that I
could enjoy the view of her pretty panties and was thin enough that I could
easily make out the lacy designs on her bra.
	Then, if that makes any sense, after dressing us so that we
wouldn't become too aroused, she'd started telling me how she'd thought
maybe her dad had been bisexual and how that wasn't at all unusual for
Southern California - or anywhere else for that matter - and how she'd
caught him with a guy in their hot-tub. I hadn't seen where that
necessarily made him bisexual, but when she'd explained that they were both
naked and sitting on the side, shoulder to shoulder with their arms around
each other, I'd had to agree with her. That had made me think of Chris and
being naked with him and fondling his cock, but before I could ask her
opinion of that, she'd asked about our hot-tub and why we kept it covered
and didn't use it.
	I really didn't know why. I knew my folks had used it a few times
right after it was put in, but not long after that my mom had taken off and
if my dad had ever used it with any of the women he dated, it had been late
at night after I was in bed. So I'd told her we could use it any time she
wanted, and how the cover opened like a clam shell and I'd hoped, seeing
the gleam in her eye, that maybe she'd want to get naked again and go try
it. But that had made me think of Carlotta, who should have been downstairs
already, and the wet spot in Roni's sheets.
	My dad had hired a moving service to bring Jean and Roni's things
to the house and they'd used some large, heavy plastic bags for
something. Roni had kept a couple of the bags, split them open, and had
used one under her sheet to keep the mattress from getting wet. I'd asked
where she'd gotten that idea and she'd told me her dad had a bunch of old
porno novels that he'd left behind and when her mom had found them and
thrown them away, Roni had pulled about a dozen from the trash and hidden
them in her room. She'd told me that most of the books were about bisexuals
and TV's and that her favorite had a woman in it named Rhonda that was
always looking for exciting new places and ways to finger herself. She'd
talked about how the woman in the story had learned to love to wet herself
and Roni added that she'd been trying some of the same things.
	As much as I hate to admit being that stupid, when she'd said that
some of the books were about TV's, I'd honestly thought she meant
television and had wondered about the connection. But instead of asking,
I'd been more concerned about Carlotta coming to our rooms and finding us
dressed as we were and what might happen if she found that Roni had wet the
bed - on purpose.
      Roni had laughed at my concern and told me that her mom had fired
Carlotta the previous Friday, that she'd been aware that my dad had been
banging the maid from day one, and had waited for the end of her two-week
pay period to can her.
      That had come as a surprise to me and I didn't know whether to be
proud of my dad or feel sorry for him or both. But with the Carlotta
problem solved, I'd been about to suggest a trip to the hot-tub when Roni's
cell phone had rung and she'd gotten into a conversation with Jennifer, her
best friend who was gone to Colorado for a month. Roni had paused long
enough to ask me, "Can you fix us some breakfast?" and then had gone back
to the phone, explaining that she'd been talking to `Kayla', a new
girlfriend that, "lives sort of next door."
	I have to admit that I'd been pleased to be described as Roni's new
girlfriend and while surprised to be called Kayla instead of Kyle, I'd also
taken to the name immediately. So I'd fixed us each a bowl of cereal, about
the extent of my culinary skills, and carried them back to Roni's room. She
was still on the phone, saying things like, "I miss you too baby," and
making me wonder if she was still talking to Jennifer, or Jim, the college
boy she'd had over the night before.
	But I had refrained from prying, suspecting that if I did, she'd
eventually tell me more than if I asked. That had proved to be right as
we'd gone back to talking about sex before the cereal was gone and she had
offered to let me see the books that had been her dad's and were now the
source of her sexual inspiration.
	The first one she'd handed me had been, "She-Male Secrets". They
were cheap paperback novels and dated back in the 60's and 70's. I
suspected they may have been from when her dad was not much older than
us. He'd used the books to masturbate in his teens and now his teenage
daughter was using them for the same thing. But I had to wonder about the
subject matter. Had her dad been interested in guys that dressed as women?
Was Roni interested in guys that dress as women? Was Jim, the guy that had
come by the previous evening, more appealing to her dressed as Jamie? Twice
she'd called me Kayla. How far did she want to go with me being her sister?
Those thoughts had been scary and exciting all at the same time.
	I'd still been mulling all that over in my mind, scanning through
some of the books she had hidden in an overnight case, when she'd told me
she wanted to read me the story that had gotten her started peeing in her
panties and her words had been hypnotic.
	After reading me the section where the woman pisses in her panties
while climaxing and giving a blow job, Roni put the book down and told me,
"See what I mean? It sounded too hot not to try it." Then she added, "She
does that two or three more times; like it's no big thing."
	I had to ask, as she hadn't yet admitted to things she'd done with
other people. "Have you tried it with Jim?"
	"Shit no!" she told me, surprised that I might think she'd really
do it.
	"Why not?"
	That was a good enough question that it was obvious she didn't have
an answer right away. After thinking about it a moment, she told me, "I was
afraid of what might happen if he started telling everyone at school."
	"But you'll be going to a different school now," I reminded her.
	"That's not for sure," she told me. "You're dad promised me a car
and I might use my grandma's address to keep going to the same school."
	That would be sad news for Chris. He'd been trying to get to know
Roni thinking it would do him a lot of good to know a senior that was as
gorgeous as Roni. I wasn't sure how that would help, but I thought it sure
couldn't hurt. Then it hit me that she was saying that she wasn't against
trying it, but not with someone that might tell her friends. I thought of
the perfect volunteer for the job, but couldn't come right out and suggest
she try it with me. For all I knew, maybe she hadn't really done anything.
	As cautiously as possible, I asked, "So you've blown him, but not
wet your panties while you did it?"
	She grinned and looked at me. "Jealous?" When she didn't get a
response from me because I was trying to figure out how she meant it, she
went on. "You sure seemed to like the taste of your cum. I was watching you
remember? How many guys have you sucked so far?"
	With all the conversation over the last hour, I'd forgotten she'd
watched me shoot cum on her panties and lick it off. And she had to have
noticed there was nothing tentative about the way I did it. I'd slurped up
every drop like it was what I lived for. Still the question of me sucking
off guys had stunned me and she read that wrong too.
	She laughed and teased, "What's the matter? Can't remember them
all?" When she saw the pained look on my face, she took a different
tack. "Hey," she said, putting her hand on my thigh intimately. "Don't let
it bother you Kayla. If you were straight we couldn't be having this
conversation. I think it's cool that you like to be a sissy."
	I didn't think it was cool at all. Especially the part that she
thought I had any interest at all in being a sissy. Again my brain split in
half with one part wanting to protest and the other telling me to keep my
stupid mouth shut. As long as she thought I was her sissy, make-believe
sister . . . well, I didn't know what it might lead to, but telling her I
had no interest in doing that would lead to nowhere and fast. Again I
thought of Chris and the overwhelming urge that I'd had when I'd held his
cock in my hand and of all the thoughts I'd had since then. I'd tried
several times to catch him in a similar situation so I could see his cock,
watch him play with it, and maybe . . . maybe I really did want to do more.
	So I told her the truth. "I haven't sucked anyone," I told
her. "But I've thought about it." Then I went on to tell her the whole
story of how I'd held Chris's cock and then watched him jack off and how
I'd been thinking about it a lot since then.
	"I'll bet you have," she teased. "I'll bet Kayla has all kinds of
stuff like is in these books in her computer."
	That was a suggestion that made me wonder. I'd been to a few porn
sites, but not that many and usually by accident. A lot of the guys at
school joked about how easy it was to just click on the button that says
you're 18 or older when there's no way for them to verify it. My problem
was that all three computers in the house and the one printer were all tied
together somehow and my dad had told me that he could monitor the one in my
room from his computer. I explained all that to Roni and she laughed.
	"Maybe, but I doubt it. I'll ask Jim. He works after school and
this summer at a computer shop and knows all that stuff. I think your dad
just told you that to make you afraid to look at porn."
	I thought she meant she'd mention it to Jim the next time she saw
him, but instead, after checking the time, told me, "He's at work," and
called him.
	After explaining to Jim what I'd told her, he got me on the phone
and told me to go to where the computer and printer were in the den and
what to look for. Then he had me explain what was hooked into the back of
my computer and assured me that there was no way my dad could monitor what
I was doing. He told me he'd double check it for me the next time he came
by to see Roni, but he was 99% sure my dad wasn't checking on what I was
looking at, that like Roni had guessed, he'd just told me that to scare me.
      Then he wanted to speak to Roni and it was obvious from what Roni was
saying that he wanted to know why she was so interested in helping me to
look at adult porno sites. I heard her tell Jim that I was curious, like
any boy my age, would have to find out sooner or later, and she didn't want
to have to answer questions for me. Then she reminded him that he was
supposed to sell my dad whatever it was going to take to get her laptop
going so she could use it in her room.
	When they finally hung up, I was anxious to go to my room and get
on the internet and check out some of those sites that I'd been afraid to
go to, but I didn't want to end my time with Roni. I wasn't sure if I'd
have to give back the clothes I was wearing if I went to my room by myself,
and to be honest, I really liked the way I was dressed. So I suggested,
since her laptop wouldn't connect yet, that she use my computer if she
needed to.
	She thought about that for a moment and then told me, "Sure. Why
not? Your dad said to use the one in the den any time I wanted, but we can
both use yours for now."
	I booted it up for her and then let her sit at my desk. "How about
you?" I asked. It had been nearly thirty minutes since she'd asked me how
many cocks I'd sucked, but she knew that's what I was talking about.
	"A few," she answered turning to grin at me briefly. "Including
Jim. And before you ask, yes I've been fucking guys for two
years. Including Jim." Then she gave me a huge smile and winked. "I think
you'd like Jim. He's got a nice one."
	Again I had to stifle back a protest and stood beside her while she
checked a couple of email accounts. All the while I was wondering if she
really intended for me to somehow become involved with her friend Jim and
how he might feel about that. She hadn't said anything to make me think
he'd want another guy's sexual attentions, but maybe she was saving that
for another time. Then, as she finished checking her messages, she told me,
"You should have one for Kayla." She opened a few more pages and just as
she asked, "What name would Kayla like to use?" the doorbell rang. Since I
was used to having Carlotta there during the week, I didn't pay any
attention to it. But Roni turned to me and said, "One of us has to answer
the door."
	"I can't go!" I told her, realizing she was right, and mortified by
the idea of answering the door in panties, a stuffed bra, and a nightie.
	"Then I guess I'll have to. I'll get rid of whoever it is," she
added, moving toward the door.
	I sat down at my desk and looked at what she'd been doing. She was
on a page for opening a Hotmail account and had typed in the name,
"Kaylacumslut" for a user name. I kind of liked the idea of having a
feminine persona to play with on the net, but Kaylacumslut seemed a bit too
. . . obvious. I tried a few that turned out to have already been used,
like `Kaylacutie' and was about to see if `Sissy_Kayla' was available when
Roni said behind me, "What do you think?"
	Not turning around, and assuming she meant the name she'd been
working on, I told her, "We don't know for sure that I'm a cum slut. I'm
gonna try Sissy Kayla." But even as I answered, I'd heard Chris say, "Wow!"
and I knew she hadn't been talking to me. She'd been asking Chris what he
thought of how I looked and I would have loved to kill Roni on the spot.
	Roni hadn't been gone long enough to have given Chris a detailed
explanation but she must have given him some indication of what to expect
because he moved to stand next to me without ever asking a thing about the
way I was dressed. As he stood looking down at me, I couldn't help but
notice the bulge in his shorts and wondered if that was because of me or
the way Roni had been dressed when she answered the door. Roni was standing
behind Chris, winking at me, and doing something with her bra. She had both
hands up under her shirt and then she was pulling the shoulder straps out
through the sleeves. All of a sudden, she pulled the bra out from under her
t-shirt, having taken it off without removing her shirt. I wouldn't have
thought that was possible and if Chris hadn't been standing there making me
speechless, I would have asked her how she'd done that - or why. However
when I saw how her nipples poked at the thin material of the old t-shirt, I
was pretty sure I knew. She intended to get Chris worked up and get me
laid.
	She proved that by rubbing her tits on his arm to move past him and
telling him to bring in the chair next to her dresser. We'd left her book
collection scattered on her bed and he was sure to notice. Since all the
titles mentioned `bi sex' or `TV' this or that, or `She-male' something or
other, if he'd had any doubts about me, that would end it. He was sure to
think, considering the way I was dressed, that the books were mine. There
was one brief instant before he got to the bedroom door, when I could have
jumped up, tried to deny it all, and blame it on Roni somehow forcing me to
do it, but that moment passed and as I look back, I'm sure Chris would have
never believed it any way.
	Chris did as Roni told him, taking the long way around by way of
the hall instead of cutting through the bathroom, even though both doors
were half open. So it wasn't necessary for Roni to whisper, but she leaned
over my shoulder to tell me, "I think your friend has the hots for you."
	"I think he has the hots for you," I countered. "You're what he
talks about all the time. Ever since the day he saw you in your bikini I
think he's been jacking off thinking about you."
	"And you've been jacking off thinking about him?"
	She had me there. I looked up at her and smiled. "Sometimes," I
admitted sheepishly.
	"Well here's your chance. Don't blow it."
	Her choice of words made us both laugh, since me blowing Chris was
exactly what we were both thinking about.
	"What's so funny," he asked, walking in with the seat from her
dresser in front of him. That wasn't the chair that Roni had meant but
Chris had wisely picked the bench that was wide enough to seat two - if
they sat very close. Maybe Chris was smarter than I'd given him credit.
	Instead of answering Chris, Roni asked him, "Do you ever look at
porn on the net?"
	Chris nodded. "Yeah. Sometimes," he admitted.
	"Would you believe Miss Kayla never has. Why don't you show us some
of the things you like to look at."
	I could tell that made Chris nervous, but he wasn't about to pass
on a situation that was becoming more sexually charged by the minute. I let
him take my seat and watched the growing bulge in his shorts as he began
pulling up web sites that showed blow job pictures, some of them with cocks
spurting on girls' faces. After a few minutes, he was breathing raggedly
and his hands were almost shaking. That's when Roni moved in for the kill.
      The next time he opened a picture that showed a woman with a cock in
her mouth, Roni asked him in her most seductive voice, "We could put some
lipstick on Miss Kayla and have her do that for you. Would you like that?"
	Again I felt like I should protest, but just as quickly it passed
as I began almost praying that Chris would say yes. He turned to look at me
and nervously said, "I'd like that if it's okay with her."
	"Oh I'm SURE it's okay with Sissy Kayla," Roni told him. Then she
laid it on even thicker. "Just before you got here she was telling me how
much she wanted to suck your cock and how pretty she thought it was and how
much cum you shoot. She's been wanting to do that for you for weeks now."
	While part of that was true, and I had admitted it to her, she'd
exaggerated it to the point where it sounded like that's all I'd been
thinking of, night and day. I was still looking at Chris and he was looking
at me and neither of us knew what to do next. Roni did.
	"Miss Kayla. If I were you I'd help your friend get undressed
before he changes his mind." Then she addressed Chris. "Chris, it might be
easier if you stood for a moment so she can get your shorts off. I'll be
right back."
	I wasn't sure where Roni was going, but understood that I was
supposed to get Chris undressed and not to begin anything until she got
back. When he stood, I helped him out of his t-shirt first and then took
the chair to sit in front of him and undo his shorts. When they dropped to
his feet, I hooked my fingers in the waist of his underwear and pushed them
down, leaning forward to get them past his knees, and felt his cock rubbing
the side of my face. It took all the willpower I could muster not to turn
my head and open my mouth. Any reluctance I might have had earlier was
totally gone at that point and I was every bit as eager to suck Chris's
cock as Chris was to get a blow job.
	"You really want to do it?" he asked just to be sure.
	I never got a chance to answer. Roni was back in a flash and in her
hand she held a tube of bright red lipstick. She hadn't been joking about
making me look like the woman in the picture on the computer monitor. She
knelt down in front of me and how she ignored Chris's cock, inches from her
face, while she put the lipstick on me is something I'll never know. I
stared at it lustfully the whole time.
	"There you go," she told me when she was satisfied. I would have
loved to go look in the mirror to see how I looked, but she told me, "Now
you're ready to give that pretty prick a nice big kiss."
	I'd been ready well before she put the lipstick on me, but I didn't
say anything. Instead, I didn't waste another moment. I leaned forward
enough to kiss the head of Chris's cock, and then reached out to pull him
to me so I could take it in my mouth. I had absolutely no idea how to give
a blow job, but I didn't let a little thing like that stop me. As the old
saying goes, what I lacked in experience I made up for with
enthusiasm. However the second or third time I took it deep in my mouth, I
used my teeth the wrong way, causing Chris to flinch. Roni stopped me, took
one of my fingers in her mouth, and showed me how to cover my teeth to keep
from hurting Chris. I had my other hand around the base of Chris's prick so
I pointed it in her direction, offering her a chance to suck it too, but
she declined.
	"Maybe some other time," she told us. "I want your first one to be
all yours."
	So I set to work - if you could call anything so pleasurable
`work'. I licked and sucked and paused to kiss the cock head each time a
small string of pre-cum appeared. Roni told me later that I didn't just
suck his cock, I'd made love to it and she was right. The more I sucked,
the more I loved sucking and while I wanted to taste his cum, I was torn by
the knowledge that once he'd shot off, he'd be taking that cock away from
me. But I didn't let that stop me when he told me he was going to cum. For
just a moment I thought about pulling off to slow things down, but my need
for his cum was greater. Only when I'd tasted his jism, feeling his cock
pulse and flood my mouth, would I be a successful little cocksucker. When
he warned me a second time, I pause for just an instant to look up and say,
"Please," and then got it back in my mouth just in time. I think his first
shot glanced off that dangly thing in the back of my mouth and went
straight down my throat. After that, I closed off the back of my mouth and
let the rest of his cum cover my tongue and fill my cheeks. It was like no
experience I could imagine; ten times better than my fantasy.
      Maybe Roni was right, I thought as I savored the taste of his
cream. Maybe I should use that other name after all. Maybe I really was,
`Kaylacumslut.' I knew the two people smiling at me would certainly agree.

To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com