Cum Filled Panties Ch.4
Jessica Ming has been my sisters friend for years. Sarah was a year
older than her, but they met in fourth grade when their girlsout troups
combined. Since then Jessica has become well known to my family. She and I talk
every once in a while, but it is well understood that she is Sarah's friend. The
difference in social circles as well as the fact that she's a senior established
a distinct gulf between us.
I saw her in spanish class every day that week.
The next friday came slowly. I spent the week learning to be my sisters
maid. It was a task I'd fantasized about, though not with my sister. She made me
wear dresses, and clean up after her. When I had completed my homework, and
tasks, she would have me wait on her. It was a time of mixed emotions. She
didn't humiliate me in public again, but waiting on her exposed me to her praise
for obedience, as well as her disdain for my perversity.
Friday went much in the same way the week did, but when late evening
came, she had me bring up the cage for our old dog Pimples. As per her orders, I
placed it in her closet, then took off my dress so she could lock me inside
"This is to be your bed from now on." She told me. "Even when the parents get
back." She then stood and turned away.
She didn't say a word to me, but she left the closet door open. I
assumed my sister would go to bed soon because she got undressed, which was a
little while after she put me away. She left the room in her underwear, and came
back with the phone. She paced the room clad in white satin panties and bra. The
same satin she'd found me in. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She was lost in
conversation.
The angle was wonderful, I hated to realise. Her steps graceful, I
didn't want to admire. Her hips swayed alluringly, I tried not to notice. Her
breasts bounced with her stride, I failed not to see.
After a painful amount of time, her conversation ended. Two hours by the
clock.
Her back to me, she faced her dresser. She removed her bra, and bent to
retrieve a t-shirt. I knew it was wrong, but I could not stop myself from
following the sinuous curve of her hips. After she stood to pull the black shirt
over her head, she turned to the closet. She looked down at me.
I knew she knew that I'd been watching her. I knew she knew my eyes even
now kept drifting down to the white satin panties. I cringed as she stood over
me, her hand on the door. I looked right back up at her. My glance unwillingly
looked right up the soft, shimmering cloth over her pussy.
I finally found her eyes. They were looking at my erection.
"You are a sad man, Michelle." There was no mask to her disgust. I was
crushed by her disdain. She was right. I was pathetic. Somewhere inside I found
that I'd hoped she'd been doing this because she had some attraction for me. Now
it seemed she was just proving what a horrid thing I was becoming.
It was fitting for me to sleep in a dogs cage. The door closed, and the
lights went out. It took me a while to sleep. Not for the space, the cage was
fairly comfortable. But the thoughts, I couldn't avoid them. The look of disgust
said it all. Sarah thought I was attracted to her.
I had the feeling that she'd still taunt me with it. The strongest part
of my soul welcomed it. I started to question if Sarah really did love me, or if
she was just fooling with me. If she just enjoyed the power she'd found over her
brother.
The night was long in passing. I knew, though; I would make up the lost
sleep, Sarah always sleeps in on weekends.
I woke when the closet was opened. Bright morning light flared about me.
Sarah stood in the open door just looking down on me. When I could see I looked
up at her. She was wearing a skirt, and stockings. I could see right up it. The
panties were blue cotton, with white moons.
I didn't recognise the pattern. When I finally looked up at my sister,
the first thing I noticed was that it wasn't her.
Jessica Ming looked down on me with absolute shock.
There was no way to hide my shame. My wrists bound behind my back made
it difficult to pull the blanket over my head. Failing that I managed to reveal
the bra I was wearing. Franiclally I tried to hide in my cage.
I was panicked. When it occured to me that I couldn't hide form her gaze
I just lay there face down praying that I would not live another moment.
Jessica knelt close to the cage. "When you told me about this, I didn't
believe you." Her voice carried very close to my ears. I dare not look up. More
tears leaked out as I buried my face into the pillow.
"Yeah, he is a real pervert. Last night Michelle couldn't stop staring
at my ass. He had a hard on the whole time." I willed myself out of existence,
but only tears dribbled from my eyes.
"You call him Michelle?"
"Oh yeah, he likes that name, don't you, Michelle?" Sarah was sitting on
the bed. "Here's the key." The clink of metal jangled Jessica's hand. "Get him
up, its already getting late." Sarah began bustling about the room.
Jessica looked at me for a time.
"Come on Michelle don't cry." She unlocked the door. "Come on, we get to
play today." She held my leash, I felt it tug. I resisted. I had no will to
rise. How many people had she told?
Her fingers deftly carressed my hair. "Oh come on, are you going to tell
me you don't like me?" Another tug at my neck. "You want to know something?" She
leaned close. "I had a fantasy about this."
My curiousity tugged harder than the leash. "Quite elaborate actually."
Her hand found my cheek, and carressed my jaw. Despite myself I found I was
looking into her eyes. Interesting to note that I had a clear view up her skirt.
I didn't see it. Her words held me like a glove. Her face flushed.
"I actually had a small crush on you. But I figured you for a straight
and narrow kind." She was moments from my skin, her eyes held me tighter than
the cuffs. "I kinda still do have a crush, I guess." Her eyes faltered for a
moment. I could not move away, nor could I move any closer, there was no gap
between us but for our breath.
The leash was taut in her hand. Bewilderment flashed through my
thoughts. Her words didn't fit my situation. "I now know I can have you the way
I always wanted you." She pressed her lips on mine. She held me like that for
longer than I can recall. It ended too quickly.
When I could think again, I rose from my prison, and followed the
commands she gave through the leash.
Sarah explained that ever since a fateful game of truth or dare, they'd
both known of each others similar proclivities, and had decided to work together
to explore them. The first thing that came to my mind was lesbians, but they
quickly disabused me of that with a smack to my ass.
When I entered high school, and Jessica had gotten to know me, she
developed the small crush that she still had, but both she and Sarah didn't
think I could go for this kind of sex. It wasn't until Sarah had found me a week
ago that they got together to plan how to put the two of us together. Sarah
mentioned that she still expected me to be her slave, but they had agreed that
she would share me with Jessica until she tired of me.
While this explanation was given, I changed into my brown flowered
dress.
I stood before my sisters computer while Jessica watched Sarah's
slideshow of my humiliation. Sarah liked to show me the pictures she'd taken of
me, and the ones she'd been adding all week. Holding my leash, Jessica kept me
close, while fondling the bulge in my crotch.
Once again the image of me with cum on my face confronted me. "Who's
jizz is that?" Jessica asked.
"Jason's" Sarah replied. She gave her a brief explanation of the events.
"Didn't he break up with you?"
"It was kinda mutual, I figured that he wanted me to put out. When I
told him that it simply wasn't going to happen, he told me that he loved me and
that he cared so much, but needed to know just how much I love him. I told him
"Not that much." He then said he'd break up with me. I told him It didn't matter
to me if thats what it takes for him to love me."
I heaved a great sigh. I didn't care hat they were talking as though I
didn't exist; I wouldn't have to do that again. I felt Jessica's hand reach up
under the skirt to grab my dick. It is a thrilling feeling to have somone reach
up your thigh like that. I wondered if thats how girls felt. "You seem to enjoy
the idea of eating Jason's cock. Maybe I could fool around with him, and then
make you take my place." She seemed to be joking.
"Please no, I don't like it." I begged as she stroked me while watching
my humiliating week unfold. This was different from submitting to my sister. I
was really enjoying it.
"I have to go now." My sister said to me. "Take care of him." She said
to Jessica. She then gathered her purse and left. A little later I heard the
garage door open, then close.
During the rest of the slideshow, she spoke to me of her fantasy in
general terms. It had not consisted of crossdressing, but the reality of it, she
said, she found more exctiing. "I still can't believe you like this." she added.
When the slideshow began to repeat she stood and led me to my room.
I was surprised that despite her being less than five feet, she seemed
tower over me using slight, silent commands through the leash. I was still
floored by the idea that she liked me, and wasn't disgusted by this. She locked
my leash around a rung in the head board. With her hand she sat me down on the
bed. The skirt tented.
She kissed me again, the force of it pushing me to lie down. On my back,
Jessica climbed up over me to lie down next to me. We kissed more. She held my
head, and I lay close to her breasts. I wanted so much to touch them. The cuffs
rattled. One hand reached under my skirt again. This time she caressed my leg.
She seemed to enjoy the agony of my anticipation. She didn't touch my
dick again. She held her hand their, softly touching me, heightening the
tension. Her lips, and her touch. I could feel my body tense, ready to climax.
All she needed was to touch it. Deftly she played my body like a piccolo,
shrilly holding my note.
She leaned in once more to kiss me, pressing her lips intensely. She
drew even closer, pressing her breasts to my chest. Her knee came between my
legs, and pressed my dick between her leg and mine. It was a touch, but it did
not send me over the edge. The tension grew through her masculine gesture. She
rose and removed her shirt. She didn't have a masculine body.
She didn't kiss me again, my face was directed into her cleavage, and I
willingly buried my head in it. Her breasts weren't huge by any means, but they
were ample, and round beneath her light blue bra. Her arms entwined me as I
wished mine could do the same to her.
She grabbed my hair, directing my mouth under the cups that supported
her. She turned her body, and I followed rising to be over her, but the leash
jerked me back. I leaned back then, straining against the taught chain, hoping
to gain ground to renew my assault on her body.
Instead she came to me, burying her head in my cleavage. I fell back on
my wrists, there was pain, but I didn't notice. She straddled me as she licked
my nipples, the tent going right up under her skirt.
Time passed, our positions shifted often. I found myself between her
legs, the panties I'd seen before were now over my head like a hat, a damp spot
at my crown. My tongue flicked about her damp lips, the darkness of the cave of
her skirt surrounded me. I teased. I enjoyed what I was being forced to do this
time.
I had not done it before, but in my limited experience, I'd learned to
be deft with my fingers. My tounge lashed out just as well, and the memories of
my hand fed the sensations of my mouth. My tongue flicked in and out of her.
Before long, her legs began to squeeze my head between them, her hands
pressed against the cloth of her miniskirt over my head. Her hips bucked and
she let out a moan. Her body shuddered hard, her legs twisted, my head caught
between them. She cried out as I continued to lick her through the sensation.
Her body settled after a time.
We lay together, she continued to fondle me, but half hearted, her small
body wrapped my own, the panties still on my head. She leaned up and kissed me
again, long. Her hand then took up a more spirited rythem. Befor long I moaned,
and a hot shot of cum arked out. she aimed it at my legs, and sure enough it
landed there. She continued to stroke me until my dick started going soft. I
never had it so good.
She left to get a tissue, and returned to clean me up. Again she lay
against me, fondling. She seemed tired, and I felt tired. "I only ever got that
when I touched myself." she said to me quietly. "Touching myself was never that
strong."
"Well, you finally met someone who did it right." I shifted my pained
neck.
"Arrogance from a slave? I think I'll keep you." She laughed softly.
"Your mouth is wasted on cocks, Michelle." she yawned. Her head rested above
mine on the pillow, mere moments away. I was on my side contentedly wrapped in
her body. I felt her breath on my brow become slow and even. I leaned closer to
her enjoying the warmth of her comfort.
Somehow, she'd used my most degrading and humiliating moment and given
me strength. The pain of my sister's nickname softened for a moment.
"Mistress..." I whispered as the warmth of Jessica's arms drew me below
conciousness where she'd gone before me.
