Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2009 20:41:30 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ledge Falls Park, 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
and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the
author. Please read the disclaimer on Chapter One to get the background on
this series.


				   Ledge Falls Park
				  by Amber Fountaine
					Chapter Two

	When Jean said, "Let's talk about that," I knew exactly what she
wanted to talk about: me, her step-son Kyle, dressing as Kayla. I'd had a
moment of panic when Roni let me know she'd told her mom about my dressing
as a girl, but Roni had assured me her mom was `cool' with it. In fact Roni
had assured me several times that her mom was very open-minded about things
like that and that as long as I didn't lie to her, everything would be
fine.
	"You'd really love my mom if you got to know her," Roni had told
me, "and she'd love to get to know you better too - as Kyle or Kayla. I'm
sure she'd help you be Kayla if that's what you want and she'd be more help
to you than I can be."
	I hadn't pursued that with Roni because I didn't want to become
Kayla, at least not all the time. I liked being Kyle. But being Kayla once
in awhile was fun too. And there was the sex thing. I was now up to four
cocks that I'd sucked and each one was a huge thrill. I knew for sure, now
that I'd actually tried it, that I wanted to do it again - and often. I
wondered if I might hit a dozen, or even two, by the time school started
back. What's more, I enjoyed doing it as Kayla, not as Kyle, because . . .
	Well, I didn't know how to explain it for sure. It seemed to me
that if a guy named Kyle sucked a cock, that was just plain queer and Kyle
didn't want to be a queer. But if `Kayla' sucked a cock, that was
. . . different. I wasn't sure exactly what the difference was between
being a boy sucking a dick and being a boy that's pretending to be a girl
sucking a dick, but I was clinging to some sort of . . . deniability in
there somewhere. One of the characters in one of Roni's fuck books had
commented that he didn't think he was queer because he only wanted to suck
a cock when dressed as a girl. I think I was probably trying to do that
too.
	Could I explain any of that to Jean if she asked? She was sitting
across from me, smiling in an understanding way, and I kept remembering
Roni urging me to be honest with her mom if this moment ever occurred. I
just hoped and prayed that Jean didn't connect this girly stuff with sex
and begin questioning our sexual activity.
	When Jean had come in, I'd slowly slide my chair back where it
belonged. Prior to that, I'd moved over toward Randy so he and I could
fondle each other's bulging crotch under the table. Earlier at the park,
Randy had cum in Marty's ass, but I hadn't cum at all - so far that day
anyway - and had been hoping to do so as soon as we were done eating. Jean
getting home early had ruined that idea.
      However my moving my chair back where it belonged gave Roni room to
pick hers up and sit where I'd been and she was able to hold my hand and
Randy's too as her mom began to talk to us. That was a big help, her
holding my hand. In many ways, except for the sexual ones, I found my
feelings toward Roni to be almost maternal. And I could see where she'd
gotten that from her mom. As Jean began talking to me, she sounded so much
like Roni had, when Roni and I had our first intimate conversation that
morning Roni had caught me playing with her panties.
	"Kyle," she began, "or Kayla - I really don't care which one you
want to be - I'm not going to ask you any embarrassing questions. For one
thing, with Roni and Randy here, you might not give me an honest answer and
honest answers are important to me. Roni can tell you that."
	I thought about telling Jean how Roni had already stressed that
point, but decided to wait before volunteering any information. Roni was
squeezing my hand, almost as if to say, "I told you so." It sure seemed
like she was right; that her mom was indeed a `cool' lady. So I decided to
venture a response. "I promise to always be honest," I told Jean. Then I
glanced at Roni and she was absolutely glowing.
	"Thank you," Jean told me. "And I promise to never do anything to
embarrass you if you won't do anything to embarrass me."
	"Okay," I told her, nodding my head, then wondered exactly what it
was I was agreeing to. "Like what?"
	"Well . . . like . . . If you want to dress as Kayla, that's all
fine and good with me. I'll even help you all I can. BUT . . . If I have
someone from work or a friend over that you don't know and doesn't know
about Kayla, then I expect you to dress and act like Kyle - and a very well
behaved Kyle at that. Is that fair?"
	Before I could agree, Randy muttered, "Shit, I wish my mom would
make me a deal like that."
	I laughed and so did Roni. I think that made Randy realize he'd
spoken aloud what he'd been thinking and he blushed again.
	Jean smiled at him. "I'd appreciate if you wouldn't use that
language but I can understand how that might have slipped out. I also
understand Kayla has been dressing up as our new maid. Have you been doing
that too?"
	Randy was surprised that the conversation was now about him instead
of me. "No Ma'am. No, I . . . haven't really done it a whole lot. I'm not
even sure I really want to. I . . . I don't know. It seems sort of . . ."
	"Exciting?" Jean offered.
	He knew she meant sexually exciting and again he blushed.
	"Definitely exciting," Roni chimed in, her hand now in Randy's lap.
	I think my heart might have gone from pounding to a dead stop at
that moment. Having Kayla out in the open was way over the top of any
experience I'd ever had talking to an adult. If we got off into talking
about sex - and `Kaylacumslut' got mentioned, I was willing to forgo ever
breathing another breath. I got lucky. Jean stuck with talking about
cross-dressing.
	Jean laughed. "You kids," she mocked. Then she got sort of serious
again. "I think both of you guys might be surprised to learn how many other
boys - and men too - enjoy what you've been doing. My brother used to wear
my clothes when we were your age. I don't know if he still does, but it
wouldn't surprise me. Roni's dad did too. He never admitted it, but he
couldn't put my clothes on without me knowing and he never realized
it. He's not a big man, but still two sizes bigger than me."
	Then she looked at me. "And it wouldn't surprise me at all if your
dad hasn't tried it at some point in his life. I've never asked him. He's a
lot more effeminate than most men - you both are. Neither of you are overt
about it, but it's there and I think women can sense it - maybe more than
other men. Do you know what Roni told me the first time she met you?"
	I had an idea, but shook my head. "No, what?"
	"I don't remember her exact words, but it was after your dad had
proposed to me. She got all excited and said, `Hot damn mom, I finally get
to have a little sister.' Now as a matter of my own curiosity, had you
dressed as Kayla before you did it with Roni? Or did Roni get you to do
it?"
	I felt Roni squeeze my hand. I knew I had to be careful answering
this so that her mom didn't get the impression it was something Roni had
coerced me to do. "I never did it before y'all moved in, but as soon as I
found some of Roni's things to put on, I did. And she caught me at it. I'd
been thinking about it for a while."
	Jean nodded. "Good. Like I said, I appreciate the honesty. I also
understand that you both like to wear diapers too. Whose idea was that?"
	I knew I had to take the lead on this one. I was the only one that
could give an honest answer without the potential of getting Roni in
trouble. "The internet," I told her. "My friend Chris and I talked about
guys that dress like girls and he told me he thought there were a lot of
guys that liked to do that and I'm pretty sure he knows I'm one of them. He
told me there were these e-groups on the internet for guys that did that -
he called them `sissy clubs' - and I found a few. I found out a lot of guys
that are sissies like to wear diapers too." I felt so flushed I thought my
ears were on fire. How I was able to talk I don't know. But I went on. "I
was surprised there were so many guys that did that too. So I asked Roni
about it and she didn't think there was anything all that strange about it
and she said she'd help me if I wanted to try it. And Randy said he wanted
to try it too. So did Chris, but he hasn't been home since we first talked
about it."
	Jean nodded again. "I'm going to assume that little Miss Helpful
there," she said with a smirk and indicating Roni, "assists you guys
getting those diapers on and off and I'm not ready to hear the details of
that. Let's just skip that for the time being. What I can tell all three of
you is this: what you're doing may or may not become a part of your life
when you're older. You may outgrow it and then, maybe not. If it's
something you feel you have to do, then do it. If you feel like giving it
up, then give it up. Don't give it up just because you think no one will
understand or it makes you feel weird or strange. Give it up only if you're
tired of it and don't want to do it any more. At the same time, don't
expect everyone to want to do it with you or even understand why you might
want to. It's a matter of personal choice and everyone's choice should be
respected.
	"Kyle, any time you want to dress as Kayla, it's okay with me. And
if you get some sort of thrill from wearing diapers, then go for it. I'll
see to it that your father either accepts it or . . . well just don't worry
about your dad. He isn't nearly as straight as you think. He loves that
strap-on as much as Roni's dad did.
	"Randy, the same goes for you. If this is something you want to do,
then you're welcome to do it here. If you want me to speak to your parents
for you I will. I have no problem with you being . . . do you have girl's
name you like to use?"
	Randy was blushing bright red again, but he managed to mutter,
"Rhonda."
	Roni and I both grinned. Randy had admitted he liked lingerie. But
he'd never told either of us that he liked to call himself Rhonda. To me,
that indicated he was a lot more into it than he'd let on. I wondered how
long he and Jim had been blow buddies and how often Randy might have been
Rhonda for those occasions. I had a very interesting chat coming up with
`Rhonda' when Jean was done with us.
	Then Jean asked me, "Who did your hair like that? Roni?"
	I nodded. "Yes ma'am. She said if I'll let it grow a little more
she can style it for me so that I could wear it like a boy or girl."
	"Where did you get that idea?" Jean asked Roni. "From your dad?"
	That confused me. I didn't think she'd ever seen her dad dressed as
a woman and I'm sure the look on my face told her that.
	Roni explained to me, "What mom means is that my dad used to wear a
pony tail a lot of the time. He said most of the stage hands and film crew
guys wore their hair that way. A lot of them used to be roadies or
something. But mom and I think he may have had other reasons for wanting to
have long hair."
	I tried to remember how the man at the park that I now knew was her
dad had worn his hair and if he might very possibly have worn a pigtail. I
hadn't paid that much attention when they'd been far away and when we saw
them later up close, I'd been paying more attention to the front of their
pants, looking for any tell-tale clues of their activity.
	"The main point I want to make," Jean said, taking back control of
the conversation, "is that I know it's normal for you to want to experiment
and that you really need to experiment to find out what you want to be and
do in life. Believe it or not Kyle, your dad agrees with me. We'd much
rather you did your experimenting here where it's safe than someplace else
where it isn't."
	I was sure she was talking about Ledge Falls Park and I was also
sure I wasn't going to ask to be certain. There was a more important
issue. "My dad knows I've been dressing up as Kayla?"
	"Not that I'm aware of. Unless he caught you doing it before he
left. He didn't say anything to me if he did and I haven't said anything to
him since I've found out. Do you think he might have seen you?"
	"No," I told her and then realized that I had to be careful. I'd
given Jean the impression that I'd been wearing Roni's clothes since they
moved in and if that were true, then there was a chance that my dad might
have caught me at it. "No I don't think so. I've never done it when he was
home." That was totally true. I just didn't add that I'd never done it
before he left on his current trip.
	"Well, speaking of getting dressed, I need to. We're hosting an
open house at work this evening and I wanted to dress a little nicer for
it. That's why I came home early - to change. I'm glad I did and we had a
chance to talk." Then, just as quickly as she'd entered and surprised us,
she was gone to her bedroom to get ready for her evening activities.
	"Wow," Randy said, speaking for all of us.
	Roni responded, "Yeah, you're right. I knew she wanted to talk to
Kayla, but I sure hadn't expected that."
	"Did you know about what she said about your uncle?" I asked.
	Roni shook her head. "No. I don't think so. I can remember my folks
making a few remarks . . . but I didn't catch on to it. Did you know your
dad likes my mom to use a strap-on?"
	It was my turn to shake my head. I knew my dad must be submissive,
but I didn't understand it. "Why would a grown man want a spanking?" Randy
burst out laughing and Roni was right behind him. I realized I'd said
something dumb, but didn't know what. "Okay, ha, ha, ha. What's so funny?"
	Randy told me, "It's not a strap like you'd use to give someone a
spanking." Then he couldn't say any more for laughing again.
	"Come on," Roni told us. "Let's go to Kayla's room and we can show
him."
	I definitely wasn't into getting any kind of spanking, but they'd
indicated spanking had nothing to do with it. When we got to the door to my
room, Roni told me to get the computer on and open to the e-groups and
she'd be right back. So I did, and while we waited, I opened the group of
So-Cal bi's where I'd seen the reference to Ledge Falls Park. Randy and I
looked at some of the messages - then I got an idea. I composed a short
message, saying I'd had a great time with `Miss Marty' at `LFP'. Anyone
that was aware of Ledge Falls Park would know what LFP meant and regulars
would probably know `Miss Marty'. That's what Carl and Ken had called the
guy and Carl had said he could have her any time, meaning he must hang out
there all the time. Roni came in just as I was about to send the message so
I showed it to her first.
	"Good idea. Great idea really. The only people that will understand
that will be people that live right around here and you've given them proof
that you know what the action is there."
      In this group, I was signed in as sissy_kayla, the same name I'd
given Marty. That reminded me that I hadn't checked either of those email
accounts since the day before and went to the sissy_kayla account first.
	I wasn't surprised to see that I'd already received an email from,
`martythemouth' and another invitation to a party on the Fourth of July,
which was Sunday. The invitation said that since all the parks would be
full of `regular' people, everyone was invited to get together at Marty's
house. The party was described as BYOB, and a pool party with bathing suits
optional. Then at the bottom, it said, "Poppers and protection provided." I
had no idea what that meant, but before I could ask something else got my
attention. Oh boy did it get my attention!
      I nearly choked when I saw that the address was only a block away on
the next cul-de-sac over. Brandon Knowles had been my best friend in
elementary school and had lived in at that same address before he moved and
I'd started running around with Chris. If it wasn't for the cliff that
jutted out behind our house, our back fence would have been part of Marty's
back fence too. However there was a thirty foot ridge, a finger-like rock
outcrop from a larger mountain to the North, which prevented that from
happening.
	Not long after we'd moved into the neighborhood, Brandon and I had
climbed up that cliff several times. When Brandon moved, I'd shown Chris
how to get up there. That was before my mom found out and forbade me to
ever do it again. But I knew how to get up there. "We don't have to go to
the party," I told them. "I know how to get up on that cliff and we can sit
up there and watch everything." I was thinking more of after dark than in
the daytime when they could see us watching. The email had mentioned Monday
being a holiday and that anyone that wanted to `sleepover' was welcome, as
long as they didn't intend to get any sleep.
	None of us had given any thought to the upcoming holiday. We were
out of school for the summer so to us, every day was a holiday. But before
we could discuss that, Roni showed us what she'd gone to get.
	"Here," she said, shoving one of her dad's old fuck books in my
face. "This is what my mom was talking about."
	It was one of those pocket porn novels, titled, "Having Her Way
with Miss Wanda," and showed a guy, with long hair and made up like a girl,
in garter belt and hose, bent over the back of a couch, and a woman wearing
a fake cock about to fuck his ass. I could see that the fake cock had
straps that went around the woman's waist and upper thighs and knew
immediately what a `strap-on' really was. I did feel kind of dumb. "So you
think your dad and my dad both liked to have your mom use that on them?"
	That earned me another laugh from the two of them. "Sweetie," Roni
told me. "I have no idea if my mom made them suck it or fucked them with it
or both. But I know if they both liked it, they had to be doing something
like that. Did your mom keep anything like that around here?"
	I shook my head. "No. I don't think so. But I guess she could
have. I never went in their room. Did you know your mom had one and used it
on your dad?"
	"I knew she had it," Roni said. "But I thought it was for when one
of her girlfriends stayed over."
	Another bombshell of information. I began, "Your mom is . . ." Then
Roni interrupted me.
	"Why does that surprise you? It's no wonder I'm bi if both my
parents are. Maybe there's a gene for that for all I know."
	"Oh wow," Randy muttered. "I didn't know that. Jim never said
anything about you being bi. He used to say you'd fuck anything, but he
never said that included other girls."
	Roni didn't seem at all worried about Randy finding out she was
bi. Considering she'd watched Randy suck cock, I could understand why it
wouldn't worry her for him to discover that. He asked her, "So that's the
reason you like guys that are . . . that dress as girls?"
	"Part of it," she told him. "That and the fact that guys like you
two don't act so fuckin' macho that it makes me sick. Jim wasn't bad if it
was just him and I together. But if there was another guy around, he liked
to act like a prick. That sweetie," she said, putting her hand on Randy's
chest, "is why he's out and you're in. Learn from Jim's mistakes."
	I was scanning through the book that Roni had handed me. It was
about a guy that had been driving drunk, ran off the road, and damn near
killed him and the woman he was dating. They'd both survived, but her face
had been scarred and suddenly this beautiful woman couldn't get a date. So
she'd made a beautiful woman out of the guy that had been driving, had him
go out and pick up men, and when he got the guys home, she'd have sex with
them when they were too hot and bothered to worry about her looks. Part of
Wanda, the cross-dresser's responsibility, was to perform oral sex on the
both of them before and after they'd had sex, and the only way he was
allowed to get off was when she strapped on a dildo and fucked his ass. I
set the book off to one side of my desk in hopes that Roni would leave it
with me and I could read it cover to cover later. I was already having a
fantasy of Roni borrowing her mom's strap-on and taking Miss Kayla's
cherry. If it was good enough for my dad, it was good enough for me!
	We looked at the computer for over thirty minutes while Jean got
showered and changed, and the three of us were steaming hot when we finally
heard what we'd been waiting for.
	"I'm leaving. Should be home around nine or so," Jean hollered to
us on the way out. Roni responded with a, "By mom," and we had clothes
coming off even before we heard the front door slam shut. Just to be sure,
Roni went to the window where she could see her mom actually drive off but
by the time she turned around, I had Randy's cock in my mouth. That big one
of Carl's had been nice, but I'd already concluded that I liked doing it
for a friend better. It seemed to me like giving a buddy a blowjob had to
be the nicest thing you could do for a friend. And I had a suspicion that
Kayla was going to have a lot of friends like that in the near future. At
least I sure hoped so.
	"Cock-hog!" Roni told me. "My little sister is a fuckin'
cock-hog. We're supposed to share you slut." Then she put her head next to
mine and whispered, "I've got something I'll bet you'd like even more."
	Thinking sure she meant her pussy, I nodded my head without taking
Randy's now fully stiff prick out of my mouth. I sucked it for a few more
seconds, and then let it slip out. "Be happy to eat your pussy," I told
her.
	"Good, you can do that too. Let's go to my room."
	"Why not right here?" I asked, patting my bed right behind me.
	"Because the cover on my mattress is a lot better than the one on
yours. Yours might be okay with a leaky diaper, but mine is a lot heavier
and I have to pee really bad."
	We followed Roni to her room, two panty clad sissy boys, eager to
do Roni's bidding. I let Randy go ahead of me so that as we passed through
the bathroom, I could pause just a moment to put on more lipstick. In this
case, I knew what she wanted was to sit on my face while I ate her pussy
and she peed in my mouth. I thought of lipstick as my official badge of
sissy-dom and the perfect taste to meld the others. I was beginning to
enjoy that more each time we did it and wondered, when I got older, if I'd
ever be able to have a relationship with a woman that enjoyed that as much
as Roni. At the moment at least I sure hoped so. It didn't seem possible to
me that there could be that many women in the world that might be happy to
give me their piss. But you never know.
	As I moved into position on Roni's bed, I discovered that earlier,
instead of changing her sheets like I'd thought she'd gone to do before
we'd left for the park; she'd merely pulled the bedspread over the wet
sheets from the previous day. There was a strong aroma of urine that I
found stimulating, like that Ledge Falls Park Men's room, only more so,
knowing I was lying in her pissy sheets and about to get drenched with more
of her sweet nectar.
	"Kayla didn't cum earlier," Randy mentioned as Roni got in position
above me. "Want me to take care of her?"
	Nice touch, I thought as I waited to see what Roni would
say. Rather than just suck me off while I took care of Roni, he'd asked,
letting Roni know that he accepted her being in charge of our sexual
activity.
	"Play with his sissy pee-pee," Roni told him. "But don't let him
cum. I want to do it with you."
	I had a brief moment to think about that and the pleasure that
awaited me - talk about motivation to do a good job! Then Roni was grinding
her pussy in my face as I licked and nibbled on all those delicious,
delicate folds of female flesh, sucking on the nub of her clit as she'd
taught me, and giving her the bliss that only oral sex can provide.
	Trying to ignore what Randy was doing so I could concentrate solely
on Roni was impossible. He was nibbling on my cock through the nylon of my
panties so I decided to surprise him. Roni wasn't the only one that needed
to pee. I heard him mutter something that sounded like, "Oh shit," when he
realized I was pissing in my panties, then it sounded like he was giggling
about it. I let out only enough pee to take the pressure off my bladder and
then went back to concentrating on making Roni happy. And Randy, bless his
soul, went back to licking my prick through the pissy wet panties.
	Roni was getting good at timing her orgasm and her bladder release
at the same time. I really envied her ability to do that. I was still a few
years from learning why men can't do that and women can. Like the woman in
Roni's favorite book, Roni was getting so she could do it almost every time
and the orgasms she had that way were best done with no one else in the
house. I'm sure someone in the den or kitchen could have heard her.
	When she finished, I was sure all traces of the lipstick I'd just
put on were gone and my entire face, as well as the sheets beneath my head,
were splattered with the pee I wasn't able to swallow. But there was no
doubt from the look on Roni's face that I'd done a good job and after a
brief moment to catch her breath, she joined Randy to thank me. Getting a
blow job is heaven. Having two people blow you at the same time - well
there just aren't words to describe it. It's not like doubling the pleasure
- more like squaring it.
	I don't know which of them took my cum. They'd been passing my
prick between them from the moment they'd pulled down the front of my wet
panties. Some of Roni's piss had gotten in my eyes so I'd closed them until
we were finished and I could get up and wipe my face and wash out my
eyes. That required a quick trip to the bathroom and when I walked back in,
they were sitting next to each other on the side of Roni's bed. "Which one
of you took it," I asked.
	"Does it matter?" Roni shot back.
	"Nope. Thank you both."
	"If you really want to know, there's a way you could find out."
	I looked at her suspiciously, knowing she had something in
mind. "How is that?"
	"Kiss both of us and see which of us tastes like cum."
	That really gave me pause to think. I'd had four different cocks in
my mouth in the last couple of days, had fantasies of many more to come,
and yet I was reluctant to kiss another boy. I suppose I thought of sucking
cock as just another way to enjoy sex, while kissing a boy was
. . . queer. But maybe that's what sissies were supposed to do. I seemed to
be more of a sissy than Randy, but he was still obviously a sissy, sitting
there with her, wearing panties. So why not? Why not find out if it was
something I might like? I moved to them, gave Roni a deep, tongue dueling
kiss, and then did the same with Randy. It seemed to me that I could taste
cum in both their mouths and told them so.
	Roni laughed. "You're right. You shot off in Rhonda's mouth, but
she was nice enough to share it with me. She's gonna be my new best
girlfriend."
	"What about Jennifer?" I asked her.
	"Oh shit. I need to call her. Thanks for reminding me." Then she
looked at us. "Jennifer is still my best girlfriend. But Rhonda will be my
best sissy girlfriend. And you," she added when she saw me begin to pout,
"Will be my very best sissy sister!"
	I smiled at that."Can Rhonda be my sissy girlfriend too?" I glanced
at Randy to see his reaction to my calling him Rhonda and suggesting he be
my sissy girlfriend. He was four or five years older and might feel
insulted, but I needn't have worried. He was grinning happily, glad to be
considered part of this strange circle of `girlfriends' that Roni had
described.
	"Maybe," she told me. "But what about your friend Chris?"
	Between my maid duties, and being Kayla, and Roni and Randy - or
Rhonda as Roni now called him - I'd completely forgotten about Chris. Roni
wasn't the only one that needed to catch up on some phone calls. I'd
promised Chris that I'd call him at his cousin's house and keep him posted
on all the sexy things I'd been up to.

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