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.
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