Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2008 12:31:30 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Mall, 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
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				 The Mall
			    by Amber Fountaine

				Chapter Two

	The sales lady smiled at me and then asked Roni, "Where did you
find this little sweetie? Does Jen know you've found a new friend while
she's gone?"
	"Kayla is my new sister," Roni explained, putting her arm around my
waist. "My mom just married her dad and we discovered we like some of the
same things."
	"Then I'll leave you two alone to look at nighties and I'll see if
I can find where we put those ruffled panties. You know your way around
here. Call me if you need anything and . . . please . . . no more dressing
room incidents . . . okay?"
	"Sure," Roni told her.
	My curiosity was killing me. As soon as the woman was out of
hearing I asked Roni, "What was all that about? What happened?"
	"I told you that Jen and I get hot for each other when we go
shopping. You don't need to know the details."
	I persisted. "That lady caught you?"
	"No. It was a different woman. The lady that just spoke to us is
Jennifer's cousin Roslyn. She taught Jennifer a lot of the things that Jen
taught me. Now tell me. Which of these colors do you like best?
	Roni was holding up two short nighties and they were both pink; one
a pastel and the other a brighter pink. I wouldn't have picked either. "My
favorite color is blue," I told her.
	"Wrong answer. Kyle's favorite color is blue. Kayla is a sissy and
sissies dress in pink. Since you can't decide, we'll take both of them."
Then she moved over to one wall where there must have been a hundred
different kinds of panties, grouped according to size and style, in small,
pull-out shelves. "We need to get you enough so that you can wear panties
every day to get used to the difference. And you need to get some that have
more material than most of the ones I wear to keep your uh . . . things
from hanging out. You could never wear a few of the ones I wear."
	Mid-day, mid-week, was a slow time and we had the whole side of the
store to ourselves. She kept up a running dialog on panty style as she
browsed until finally finding what she was looking for. "Like these," she
said, showing me some panties that she thought would work for me.
	By the time the lady that had greeted us had returned, we had a not
so small pile of panties and other lingerie stacked on the counter near the
register.
	"These are the only two I could find," she told us, holding out the
panties with the ruffled rear. "They should be enough bigger than your
usual size so they'll fit nicely over a thick diaper. If you like these and
want more let me know. And I do know we have some baby-doll nighties coming
in that have matching bloomer style panties that would be darling worn over
diapers. Maybe you could take a picture wearing them that way. Would you
believe we had a man come in here a week or so back and bought three sets
and that was exactly what he wanted them for. He said there were several
others in the area like him and that he'd be glad to tell everyone where he
got them. I mean we have guys come in here all the time to buy lingerie and
you can tell that a lot of them are buying it for themselves and not some
fictitious wife or girlfriend - like that guy that was in here the last
time you and Jennifer came in. But that was the first time I've had a man
tell me he wanted to dress like a baby girl. Do you girls pretend to be
babies when you're in diapers?"
	I was speechless and Roni just shook her head before answering,
"No, we just like to wear `em and wet `em."
	Roslyn smiled and nodded. "I see. And then you have fun changing
each other I suppose?"
	"Something like that," Roni told her, returning her smile.
	Roslyn sort of giggled and commented, "It might be fun."
	She was about to walk away when Roni stopped her. "Uh, Roslyn
. . . you reminded me of something. Kayla is a little shy about asking, but
. . . would you happen to have any more of those breast forms like that guy
bought when we were here a few weeks ago? Kayla is kind of slow in
developing."
	Roslyn looked at both of us much closer, then stared at me a
moment. "Yes. I do. I wondered about that. They're kind of expensive. Will
one set be enough?"
	"Yes please."
	She looked at us both again, then disappeared to the back of the
store, returning shortly with a box about the size of a cigar box, but when
you opened the lid, there were two silicone breast forms for filling a
bra. "Will these do?"
	I found myself excited by the idea of having such life-like tits
and was almost gushing when I told her, "Oh yes." It had never occurred to
me that I should get something like these to fill my bras. But that raised
another issue. Turning to Roni, I asked, "Will these fit in those old
training bras you gave me?"
	"Probably not. Let's pick out a couple of bras for you to wear with
these that will go with some of the panties."
	By then, Roslyn was sure of her suspicion and told us, "You two are
DEFINITELY not to use the dressing rooms. Is that understood?"
	Considering the insinuations that Roni had made about how she acted
in shopping mall dressing rooms, that was sad news. But since Roslyn didn't
seem at all upset about me being a boy dressed as a girl in a lingerie
shop, I was at least content for that.
	By the time we left that shop, taking the bags with us because Roni
liked the idea of me walking around with two big pink and black bags that
said, "Sinful Secrets" on one side and "Lingerie for the Playful Lady" on
the other, we'd spent close to two-hundred dollars and neither of the bags
weighed a pound, in spite of being full. It seemed to me that the cost of
lingerie per ounce must be right up there with precious metals.
	Our next stop was a store that specialized in clothes for `Juniors'
and that seemed funny to me. I knew a few guys in school that were Juniors
and one of them used Junior for a nick-name. A girl could have exactly the
same name as her mom and still not be a junior, yet clothes for young women
were `junior' sizes. Go figure. Roni picked out several skirts and blouses,
a few of which she said we could both wear, and at last we went to a
dressing room together.
	My excitement at that prospect ended when I discovered that the
dressing rooms didn't have doors, only curtains. However Roni took the
opportunity to put one of the new bras and the breast forms on me - the
other part of the reason she wanted to take our lingerie packages with us -
and I was fascinated by the change they made in Kayla's appearance. Again I
was grateful for the panty-girdle that hid my excitement.
	By then, we were several minutes late for the time we'd told Jim
and Randy we'd meet them. However Roni assured me, with the promise of sex
in their future, we had no worry that the boys would leave without us. Late
or not, I had one problem to deal with first. "Roni, I need to pee," I told
her as we headed for the rendezvous point.
	"I was wondering if that might be a problem."
	"So . . . where should I go?"
	"I'd suggest a bathroom."
	"Funny. I mean should I go to the lady's room? What if someone
realizes I'm not a girl?"
	"I suppose they might arrest you and hold you for your parents to
come get you, but I don't think they'd throw you in jail."
	That thought put me in a panic! I had worried about being yelled
at, but the thought that I might get thrown in jail . . . or have to get my
parents to bail me out . . . The only alternative was to use the men's room
but . . . I was in girl's clothes. "I can't go in the men's room like
this."
	"Why not? You're really a boy and that's all that's important. They
can't say anything about the way you're dressed."
	"But then everyone will know I'm not a girl."
	"To bad we didn't stop and get you some diapers first. Then you
could just wet yourself."
	"I'm serious!" I told her, the pressure building as we spoke.
	"If you need to go bad enough, then go right in there," she said as
we approached the public restrooms. "The girl's side has cubicles but
remember to sit. Or use the boy's side. There aren't a lot of people here
today. Maybe no one else is in there."
	At the end of a short hallway, just off the food court area, there
was a wide opening with an entry to the men's area to one side and the
women's to the other. Still not sure what to do, I seriously considered a
trip to the lady's side, but chickened out at the last second, turning to
the men's side instead. There wasn't a door, just a wall you had to walk
around, so tentatively, I entered, looking around as I went, and felt great
relief that there was no one in sight. Rushing to a urinal, I had my shorts
undone after some initial confusion about the zipper and hook being
backward from my usual boy's clothes. Girl's clothes would take some
getting used to. Then I had to push the panty-girdle down and out of the
way with one hand so I could use the other to get my prick up and out to
pee. However, just as my piss flow reached full strength, a man came out of
one of the toilet stalls behind me. Standing as I was, I hoped he couldn't
tell my fingernails were painted or that I was wearing feminine clothing
and that he would wash his hands and leave. However about the time I
realized he hadn't flushed a toilet, he rushed to my side.
	He put a hand on my shoulder and whispered, "I've been waiting all
day for a sweet thing like you. Let's go back in there."
	Turning to look at the man, I discovered he had his cock out and
his swollen prick filled one hand with plenty left over. However much I
might have wanted that prick under different circumstances, the situation -
a public place and a strange, older man, like the kind my mom had tried to
protect me from - caused me to panic. Without thinking about the
consequences, I used the hand that had been holding down the waistband of
the panty-girdle to push the strangers hand off my shoulder. As a result, a
considerable amount of piss continued to flow into the panty-girdle before
I realized what I'd done. Then the guy used the hand that I'd pushed away
to grab the hand I'd pushed with and put it on his dick.
	"Don't tell me you sissy types don't want a real man's cock. This
one is just waiting for you to put your sweet sissy lips on it. Go ahead,
take a taste."
	Even as I tried to pull away, my fingers were acting on their own,
curling around the man's prick to get a good feel of it. That caused a big
glob of precum to ooze from the end and for some reason that caused my
panic to reach its peak. Since it appeared to him that I'd gladly taken his
dick in my hand, he released the hold he had on my wrist and I all but ran
from the men's room. It never occurred to me until I saw the look on Roni's
face that I hadn't fastened my shorts and that the front was wet with piss.
	"What happened to you?" she asked and before I could answer, she
told me, "Fix your shorts."
	Hastily zipping up the shorts and hooking the waist, ignoring the
looks of disapproval I got from a couple of passing women, I told her about
the man that had come up to me and how he must have been waiting in one of
the stalls for someone and how his cock was already hard like he'd been
jacking off or something. I was nervous and scared and unsure if we should
run out of the mall before the man turned me in and all Roni did was laugh
when I expressed my fear.
	"Don't worry silly. Do you really think that guy is going to go to
security and tell them the kid he tried to molest in the bathroom is really
a boy dressed as a girl?" Then she giggled some more and told me, "If you
intended to wet your panties anyway, you didn't have to go in there to do
it."
	My mouth was open to protest that I'd had no intention of wetting
myself, but I realized she was teasing and that protesting was
pointless. Since we were almost to the food court, I suggested that we get
there quickly so I could sit down and my wet shorts wouldn't be
noticeable. I was grateful that Roni agreed and even more so that the
shorts weren't wet enough that Jim and Randy noticed. However I should have
known that Roni wouldn't let it remain a secret.
	"We'd have been here sooner guys but Kayla had to stop to piss in
her panties."
	If there was any reasonable way to respond to something like that,
I didn't know it. I just sat down and let the three of them have fun at my
expense for a few minutes. When they seemed to run down, I asked, "Are we
going to get anything to eat?"
	Roni kept the teasing going. "You'll have to wait until we get home
to get what you want to eat. Unless you want to go back to the men's room
and find your new boyfriend."
	Of course that led to Roni telling the guys about my men's room
encounter - her distorted version of it that made it sound more like I'd
tried to seduce the man - and that led to another round of teasing about
Kayla being such a slut. Of course Jim and Randy continued to remind me
that between them they had all the cock I needed for one day and that I
didn't need to be soliciting sex in the men's room. Somewhat calmed by
then, I had to agree.
	"Tell you what," Roni told us, using an expression her mom used all
the time, "There's one more store we need to go to for Kayla, and then
we'll pick up the packages at the stores we've already been to and head for
home. It shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes. You guys wait here
and we'll be right back."
	There was a look on Roni's face that I knew meant she had something
wicked on her mind and I was 99% sure it involved Kayla. But I had no
choice but to follow her, wet shorts and all, as she headed down one wing
of the mall to a drug store. I was somewhat confused, but let her lead the
way until she found the aisle she was looking for and stopped in front a
large area of incontinence supplies of all sorts. That alone was
embarrassing, but almost immediately, one of the store clerks, a woman that
looked surprisingly like my mom, came around the corner and since we seemed
to be bewildered by the large amount of options, offered her assistance.
	"My sister," Roni began, making it up as she went, "hurt herself
doing gymnastics and her uh, bladder leaks, uh, like a lot. They gave her
some little pad things but they don't really help. My mom got like really
freaked when she had another accident and sent us to find something."
	That caused the woman to look at the front of my shorts and she
seemed really embarrassed to discover they were wet. I suppose she'd
assumed we were kids looking to pull some sort of prank. Sensing the nature
of the emergency, she turned to one of the shelves in front of us. "Well we
have these `Super' pads like these," she said quickly, pulling out a
package, "Or the `Ultra' like these." She handed the two packs to us to
look at. "If that isn't enough, you'll have to go to some of the diaper
style. Either the ones you pull on like panties or the regular diapers like
baby diapers but much bigger."
	Roni moved past me to look at the diapers, pulling out a couple of
packages to read the backs. Then she asked me, "What do you think Kayla?
Maybe we should get both? The doctor said it could be a month or more."
	I just nodded, afraid to speak, and blushed when the woman told me
she hoped I got over my injury quickly. Roni chose a package of the
thickest diapers, rated for overnight use, and the thickest pads too. After
she'd put those on the card too, she put the pads in on top of one of the
lingerie bags and had me carry the bag of diapers, with the label plainly
visible, declining the cashiers offer to put the diapers in a larger, plain
bag.
      Suddenly, for the first time that day, I considered the consequences
of running into someone I knew from school while carrying bags of lingerie
and now adult diapers too. I was getting another panic attack and begged
Roni to hurry out of there. Of course she misinterpreted my reason.
      "Mmm, sounds like Miss Kayla is anxious to get to those two cocks
waiting for her back at the food court. Sure you don't want to stop back by
the men's room for another quickie before we go?"
      It was pointless to argue. However I did tell her my fear was that
I'd meet someone from school the longer we lingered at the mall and she
understood the consequences of that.
      "I was trying to think of someplace I could put one of those diapers
on you. Some malls like the one near where we used to live have a family
bathroom where you can take a baby to change it. But I don't think this
place does. I suppose we can wait until we get home and you've taken care
of your obligation to the guys."
      That put my mind at ease and back on a subject that was becoming near
and dear to my heart. I thought of the cock I'd held in the men's room - a
full grown, man's cock, the head swollen and almost angry looking from need
of relief. While I had panicked when I'd had the chance, I was now sure
that had to be the same men's room that I had read about on the internet
and . . . maybe the same man?
      Or were there others like him of assorted ages and appearance, all
with hard cocks that needed the attention of a cum slut? He'd had no way of
knowing I'd be in that men's room so it wasn't really me he was waiting
on. There had to be others, maybe many others; men with hard cocks that
needed attention and other men - and boys - that were willing to take care
of those hard cocks. I began to think of ways that I could do that. I
couldn't leave the house dressed as Kayla and ride my bike or walk through
the neighborhood. But I could wear some of my sexy new lingerie under my
regular clothes and show it off to any men that seemed interested. Or wait
in a stall like that man had done and keep my toenails polished and wear
socks and sandals to the mall and then take the socks off so my pretty
painted toes were visible. That should tell anyone looking that there was a
sissy waiting there. Were there laws about that kind of thing? Chris's dad
was lawyer and he'd know but no way was I going to ask him. Nor could I get
Chris to ask his dad, unless . . .
      There was a lot to think about; not just the things that had happened
over the last couple of days, but all the things that might happen in the
future. It was incredible how much my attitude had changed in so short a
time. By the time we'd collected the guys and the guys had helped collect
the packages, I was anxious indeed for that future to get started,
beginning with Jim and Randy. When at last we were headed home, I didn't
wait for Randy to make the first move. I put my hand on Randy's thigh and
gave it a squeeze and he moved closer to feel my fake tits. We were damn
near making out by the time we pulled in our driveway and Roni was sitting
in front, turned in her seat, to watch. She'd coached me to go slow and
believe it or not I was. She might not have thought so, but since I'd have
gladly taken Randy's cock out in the mall parking lot to start sucking it
there, groping for it through his jeans was showing significant restraint
in my opinion.
      I thought the restraint would end the moment we were back home,
however Roni sent the guys to the den again while she told them she'd make
me ready. That was almost a joke. I was so ready by then . . . well, I
don't know how else to put it. Partly it was to please Roni, who seemed to
get great pleasure from the idea of having a sissified, cock-sucking
step-brother - even more if she got to watch. But there was also my own
pleasure involved.
       Watching Chris jack off had aroused thoughts of his cock and all the
things I might do to please him. Holding it, stroking it, and . . . yes,
kissing and sucking it had all gone through my mind. Then Roni, her books,
and my sissification had all combined to give my first experience with
Chris all the more significance. The simple act of sucking his prick had
pleased three people at once. Chris of course; when he'd cum in my
mouth. That was easy to understand. However I'd gotten some intense
pleasure I couldn't fully describe when I'd felt his cock swell and go off,
coating my tongue with his jism. And Roni, who hadn't been physically
involved, merely a spectator, had gotten some sort of vicarious
gratification, much like a teacher gets from watching a pupil excel. Chris
had been basic training which I'd passed with flying colors. Today, I was
graduating to a higher level in both my sissification and
. . . bisexuality. I hadn't given that much thought - how I would classify
myself now that I'd sucked Chris's cock and was eager to suck others. I was
still just as enthusiastic to do anything and everything with Roni that
she'd allow. Yet at the same time, like those guys in Roni's books, I
wanted the thrill of making other men hard and causing them to shoot out
their cum in uncontrollable passion - preferably in my mouth.
      I pondered those and other similar thoughts as Roni picked out
lingerie from our shopping trip and I began to dress in it. Of course I was
hoping she'd want to help me take care of my own very engorged and stiff
prick, but again that was postponed with a hint of fun for later and left
semi-exposed without the panty-girdle. She'd insisted I needed a
garter-belt and stockings. My cock wasn't quite long enough to stick the
head under the garter-belt so there was about two inches of it sticking up
and out over the lacy top of my panties. The matching bra and breast forms
fit nicely under the short, babydoll nightie - a nightie that was almost
long enough, but not quite, to hide my exposed cockhead.
      "Don't worry," Roni told me in a soft, sexy whisper. "It's good to
let them see how excited you are to be dressed like a sissy and ready to
take care of her men." Almost cruelly, she stroked the underside of my
prick with one finger. "You're all hot and bothered - your cock hard as a
rock - because you know their cocks are hot and hard and waiting for you to
suck." Then she put the same bright red lipstick on me that I'd worn to
suck Chris and told me, "Go get `em sissy."
      After Roni's remarks, I half expected they'd both be naked, as ready
as I was, but they were fully dressed and milling around anxiously when I
walked in the den. Randy looked me up and down and grinned, nodding his
head in approval. Jim was more eager to get started. "Who do you want to do
first?" he asked.
      Before I could answer, Roni, who'd caught up with me, told them,
"Both. We were talking about it and she wants to do you guys at the same
time."
      That was news to me. We'd never had that conversation and I turned to
look at her.
       Wearing what I'd best call, `high-healed house shoes,' my journey
from the bedroom to the den had been slow and careful. When I turned to
look at Roni, I discovered my tentative trek from the bedroom had given her
time to shed her blouse, bra, and shorts and put on one of the
nighties. She'd also added some of the bright red lipstick. I thought it
looked especially sexy on her.
      Surprised by her suggestion, Jim and Randy had first looked at each
other, then when Randy began to untie his shoes and take his pants off, Jim
quickly followed. "Shirts and shorts too," Roni told them when they'd
hesitated after discarding their jeans. Soon both boys were completely
naked, standing shoulder-to-shoulder and the object of my affection was
standing out on each of them too. My backseat adventures with Randy must
have been as enjoyable for him as he had pre-cum leaking from his piss
slit. I didn't want to risk any of that delicious dick dribble being wasted
so I fell to my knees in front of both of them, took Randy's cock in my
left hand and Jim's in my right, and licked the head of Randy's, then gave
the head of Jim's a kiss.
      "That's my girl," I heard Roni mutter.
      With sudden inspiration, borne of Roni's remarks that she suspected
the two of being more intimate than they admitted, I asked them to turn
toward each other, thinking also of how it had felt when Chris had rubbed
his cock against mine. I acted as if I was trying to get both cocks in my
mouth at the same time, and I did intend to try that, but first, as soon as
the two swollen knobs were close enough, I began to rub them
together. Immediately, and instinctively, without any further instruction,
Jim and Randy pushed closer together, rocking their hips to increase the
friction of one prick against the other. I turned to see if Roni had
noticed how natural their action had been and she had. She smiled, nodded
and winked at me. Jim noticed that and pulled back.
      "I thought you wanted to suck us?" he asked, acting gruff and as if
I'd pulled some sort of prank on them.
      Not wanting to lose the mood, I leaned in, engulfed the head of his
dick, and began sucking it, letting my lips slide up and down the engorged
shaft. Then I looked up at him and said, "I do," before turning to do the
same for Randy.
      For the next ten minutes - fifteen minutes - time was immaterial to
me; I went back and forth between the two boys. When one would get close
enough that he tried to fuck my face, I'd back off and work on the
other. Occasionally, I'd glance up and it seemed to me that Jim was always
watching me suck while Randy was more interested in what Roni was doing
behind me. Randy was definitely smitten by Roni and Jim, who had `been
there and done that' and had seen Roni naked, wasn't nearly as interested
in the gorgeous, lingerie clad girl.
      Suddenly, I felt Roni kneel behind me and then move up to where she
was leaning in over my left shoulder and I could feel her pressed against
my back. When I pulled off of Randy's cock to move to Jim's, Roni took
Randy's in her mouth for a moment. It would have been longer, but a moment
was all Randy could stand before he would have shot his load and Roni had
something else in mind.
      "There's a way we can all enjoy their cum," she whispered in my ear.
      I was all for that - whatever it was. I was in a position to know
that both boys were very close to filling my mouth with their cock cream
and I was more than ready to accept every delicious drop. However Roni had
something else in mind entirely.
      Looking up at the guys, she told them, "I want both of you to cum in
me. Would either of you like to fuck me?"
      I didn't see how that meant we could all enjoy their cum, but I
didn't question Roni's suggestion and both boys enthusiastically agreed
that fucking her was a great idea. Roni had told me that Jim had a `nice
one' and I had to agree. But there was nothing wrong with Randy's prick
either. It was only slightly smaller and still half again as big as mine. I
doubted in the dark, with both to suck as I'd been doing, that I could have
told the difference.
      When Roni moved from behind me, I turned to see what she had in mind,
assuming she might want to go to her bedroom. But instead of standing,
she'd laid back on the rug and with her feet in the air, was pulling off
her panties. She was ready to fuck and now! However she wasn't so ready
that she was going to give the boys a free ride.
      "First you have to thank Kayla," she told them, looking at them
between her spread legs as she fingered her slit.
      I knew what she meant and from the looks on the faces of Jim and
Randy, they did too. Randy was grinning and Jim looked panicked. Quickly
Jim said, "Thank you," hoping that was what Roni had meant. It wasn't.
      "No," Roni told them. "I want you two to thank him the same way he
thanked you for giving us a ride to the mall." Then to be sure they knew it
wasn't an option, she added, "No `thank you' - no pussy."
      Randy never hesitated. I was sure he'd have reciprocated without the
deal that Roni offered. I'd sensed that he was a kindred soul from the
moment we'd met earlier that day. At the same time that Jim was trying to
formulate a protest, Randy was dropping beside me, taking my prick out from
under my nightie, and then pushing me back next to Roni so he could lay
between my legs and suck me.
      "I see that Randy wants to be first," Roni said for Jim's benefit.
      Reluctantly - at least he acted that way - Jim dropped down too and
waited his turn, striking out when he offered to lick Roni instead.
      "You've never volunteered to do that in the past," Roni told him. "I
always have to ask you to do it."
      "I'll do it when I finish here," Randy quickly offered.
      "I don't expect either of you to make Kayla cum," Roni told them. "I
just want to be sure that neither of you ever say anything to get my sweet
sissy sister in trouble."
      I'd never given that a thought. Fortunately, Roni had. If both boys
took a turn sucking my cock, they could hardly go around telling anyone
that I'd sucked theirs. Then Roni was reaching to grab Randy's arm to pull
him over to her and in seconds he'd gone from sucking me to fucking
her. Jim watched for a moment, disappointed I suppose because Roni hadn't
fucked him first. Then with nothing better to do, he took Randy's spot
between my legs and after a tentative lick or two, began giving me a blow
job that was every bit as good as Chris's had been. I had to stop him in
less than a minute and that was just in time to hear Randy grunt and get
our attention as he planted his seed as deeply as he could thrust inside
Roni's pussy.
      When Randy moved to pull out, Roni spoke to me. "Kayla, remember I
said there was a way we could both enjoy their cum?"
      At almost the same moment, Randy's semi-deflated prick popped into
view, covered with frothy cream. I knew she meant for me to lick it clean,
but in my effort to crawl across her to get to Randy, I saw what looked
like a teaspoon of jism appear at the lips of her pussy and I never went
any further toward Randy. Without a moment of hesitation, I stuck out my
tongue to catch that cream just as it was about to run down between her ass
cheeks. I continued to lick, sticking my tongue as deeply as possible into
her slit in hopes of finding more.
      I might have spent an hour at it, but after a couple of minutes, and
upset to hear how much Roni was enjoying it, Jim pushed me out of the way
so he could enter her. The sounds that Roni made when I'd been licking her
rose to a new level as Jim fucked her. They seemed to spur us all to
action. Jim had pushed me off in Randy's direction and Randy never
hesitated to take me in his arms, using one hand to rub me through the
nightie, play with my padded tits, and then hold and stroke my cock before
moving down to suck it. When Jim shot his load in Roni, I was shooting mine
in Randy's mouth and from the way he smiled and licked his lips when I'd
finished, I'm sure it was a taste he enjoyed.
      Then, when Jim rolled off of Roni, Randy beat me to her pussy, avidly
licking up his friend's fresh sperm and causing Roni's moans and groans to
become shattering screams. Not to be left out, I went around to where Jim
was laying on his back and licked his cock, getting as much of the flavor
of their sex as I could, my sucking action keeping him from getting soft. I
was thinking we might start over, but again, Roni had an agenda of her own.
      "We better get cleaned up before my mom gets home," she suggested and
I swear, the guys got dressed nearly as quickly as they'd undressed. After
some quick trips to the bathroom, which Roni kept me from joining, they
were out the door almost as fast, not wanting to chance being caught. I
wasn't sure what the rush was all about, but I knew Roni had to have her
reasons. I asked as soon as the guys were gone.
      Roni looked at me, surprised I didn't understand her
intention. "Don't you want to call your friend Chris? You were worried
about him before we went to the mall. Or has Kayla had enough for one day?"
      I'd probably had more than enough - especially for one day. But she
was right about Chris. I had been concerned that I hadn't heard from him
and called to learn that he'd gone to his cousin's house after the game and
would be spending a few days with him. I wondered why Chris would want to
spend time at his cousin's when he could get a blowjob if he stayed
here. Then I wondered if maybe Chris's cousin had anything to do with my
previous assumption that Chris had some experience in that area that he
hadn't told me about. I had to accept the possibility that Chris's cousin
was much more adept at sucking cock than I was - what with all of my two
days of experience.
      I suppose the disappointment showed on my face because when I walked
back in the den, Roni asked, "Not available?"
      I shook my head and told her about Chris being gone a few days.
      "Well, don't let it get you down. I'm sure we can find you a pretty
little peter to play with until Chris gets home. Try some of those groups
we joined for you - I mean for Kayla."
      I shrugged indifferently. There was plenty of time to look at those
places on the net after supper. I was considering making myself a sandwich
or something when suddenly Roni told me, "I know what will cheer you up! We
could both have some fun. Follow me."
      We went to her room where we'd dropped all the bags from our shopping
trip. I expected she'd want to try on some of the clothes and an impromptu
style show did sound like fun. But the bag she grabbed was the bag of adult
diapers. Holding it up and looking at me, she asked, "I'm ready to try
them. How about you?"
      I wasn't sure where the fun or cheering up came in, but I couldn't
help but grin just the same. And there certainly wasn't any sense in
getting on one of those sissy groups where they all wore diapers if I
hadn't tried it. "Yeah," I told her. "Let's do it. I didn't go pee when the
rest of you did. We can wear 'em and wet `em and tell everyone on the
internet how much we enjoy them."
      Roni's grin matched mine as she opened the package and unfolded the
first diaper. "If we put one of the pads inside the diaper, it should hold
a lot," she opined. "Is that what you had in mind?"
      "Sounds good to me."
      A few minutes later, with us both in diapers and a pair of the
panties we'd bought to wear over them, we were at my computer again and
that's when I saw the note on my desk. When Randy had gone to use the
bathroom, he'd gone in my room and written me a note on the pad on my desk
and left it for me to find. He didn't mention it in front of Jim and when I
read it, I could see why.

      "Call me - I want to talk to you about Roni and some other things."

       Under that it had his name and phone number. I showed it to
Roni. "See. I told you he had the hots for you."
      "Me? Now what do you suppose those `other things' are? I'm thinking
it's really Kayla that turns him on."
      That was fine with me. She'd sort of offered to share Jim with me and
had set it up so that I got to blow him earlier. If she started seeing
Randy, I had a feeling she'd be okay with sharing him too. And if sissified
guys were the kind Roni liked, I felt Randy was by far the better choice
for her. I had an instinctive feeling that Randy would gladly allow Roni to
sissify him and that he might already have tried some of the things I was
just learning about. As I peed in my diaper, soaking it good on the first
go, I wondered how Randy would react to seeing me in diapers or even
wearing them too. I set the note back on my desk and asked Roni, "Do you
think Randy would wear diapers with us?"
      "There's one way to find out," she answered grinning at me. "Call him
and ask."


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