Cum Filled Panties

For years I had kept a very private secret. I had run the gauntlet emotionally because of it too. Sometimes forcing myself to abstain, thinking it wrong, bizarre, even disgusting as many would see it. But eventually, I'd give in to the urge, usually resulting in a frenzy of activity in order to satisfy what I believed then to be an absurd form of sexual pleasure and gratification.

Looking back, I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment or reason why this particular fetish of mine as I came to understand it had even come about. I considered myself a normal teenage kid in every way, and enjoyed the simple exploratory pleasures that everyone did. But I had taken it one step further than that perhaps, which became for me an obsession, but one in which I could neither deny myself, nor wanted to, even though I tried over and over again without success to keep from doing it.

I didn't have a thing for my sister either, though she was certainly attractive and had the attention of several boyfriends who fell all over one another vying for her attention. But I discovered because of that, I did have a thing for her soiled panties, that for whatever reason inflamed my desire and need to masturbate myself with them until I came adding my own sticky discharge to the stains she had herself already placed there.

I had come home late from a date, frustrated as usual at the time, a little light petting permitted that did nothing more than arouse and excite me to the boiling point, where I stayed without any sort of release or pleasure to conclude that. Something I once again knew I would satisfy later in my own bed.

Stacy, my older sister by three years had just turned twenty-one and though still living at home while she attended a nearby university, had been given pretty much free-reign to come and go as she pleased, and to basically do whatever she pleased now as well, since mom and dad considered her an "adult", though still treating me like a small child in comparison the way I saw it.

Arriving home from my very frustrating date, I saw that one of Stacy's boyfriend's cars was parked out front of the house. As I walked by the side of the house towards the back door, which is the way I always entered the house, I glanced down through the basement windows, having to stoop over in order to do so. Sure enough, I could see the dim light in the den, though even at this angle I couldn't see much of anything else, but knew damn well that's where Stacy and her boyfriend where. Mom and dad having long since retired to bed as it was late even on a Saturday night for them. Obviously, Stacy had once again taken advantage of her new adult status, inviting her newest boyfriend over for some heated 'heavy-petting' as opposed to my barely getting a hand on a boob through the bra she was wearing kind of petting.

I slipped into the house as quietly as possible, and though my own bedroom was upstairs just down the hall from my parent's bedroom, I had no intention of going there, not at the moment anyway. Just as quietly, I then proceeded downstairs towards the den.

For a while now, my father had been remodeling the downstairs basement, specifically so my sister could have an even bigger bedroom than the one she had upstairs next to me, which was now a sitting room for my mother, though I never saw her 'sitting' in it. Another justifiable reason in my mind at least, to hold a bit of animosity towards my sister for that, amongst other things. As such, though the den itself was finished, the one wall separating the den from the laundry area remained framed, but still open. Making my way down the hall, I then entered into the unfinished still under construction portion of the laundry area, which was as usual, darkened with the only light coming from the one dim table lamp that was on. I carefully made my way over next to the furnace and water heater, crouching down between the two as they stood side by side, leaving me an unobstructed view of the couch directly across from me where my sister and her boyfriend sat, at the moment busily engaged in some of that very heavy petting I had as yet to enjoy for myself.

And sis had reasonably nice tits too, which were certainly interesting to see, but again, being my own sister, it wasn't her that I was interested in, not really. Bob, Brad, or Billy, whatever the hell his name was, sat completely naked on the couch, though his jeans remained wrapped around his ankles on the floor where they had just finished pushing them off to. Stacy still wore a pair of bright red panties, though nothing else, as Bob, Brad, Billy, or Butt-head sat fondling her tits, his rock-hard cock begging for attention, which for the moment, Stacy was obviously neglecting, enjoying the attention he was giving her tits with his mouth, along with the hand that now reached over, cupping my sister's groin as she sat there next to him.

It was seeing that which had aroused me beyond measure. Stacy's boyfriend, fingering her pussy through those red panties, knowing that she was 'juicing' them as he did so, pressing his fingers into her wet split, smearing her essence, her arousal into the crotch of them before finally teasing her enough that she finally slipped them off, tossing them off to one side.

I wasn't interested in watching them fuck, which they now began to do. And besides that, I wasn't too keen on getting caught watching them either, with Stacy's newfound adult status, I had no leverage on her whatsoever, so telling mom and dad that she had caught me spying on her while she and her boyfriend "messed around" as she called it, would have had me doing dishes for months.

I slowly backed out of the room, glancing off to one side as I did so at the pile of laundry waiting to be done, saw another, almost identical pair of my sister's panties to those she had just taken off, sitting on top of the pile, and hurriedly grabbed them on my way out of the room and then back upstairs to my own.

I made it safely back into my own room of course, closed and locked the door, then hurriedly stripped, jumping into bed holding my sister's panties in hand. I carefully examined the crotch, saw the telltale stain of her female secretions, and then placed her soiled panties over my cock and began to pleasure myself. I enjoyed the feel of the silk-like material as it caressed my prick. Another reason I enjoyed masturbating myself with them. But I also had the mental stimulus of soon adding my own spunk to that of my sister's, though again it wasn't the fact that it was my sister's fluids in the panties I held, but only that it was female cream that I was adding my own with. Again, not something anyone would certainly ever understand, accept, or approve of. It was a decadent, bizarre, weird desire of mine that I knew my parents would lock me up, and throw away the key, should they, or anyone else ever find out.

My thoughts were of my then girlfriend, the brief encounter where she had allowed me the simple touch of her almost too small boobs, through the confines of her bra of course, gave me only a hint of hopefulness at furthered and continued explorations. But it wasn't even that, that I was thinking about then as I stroked my cock happily with my sister's panties. But it was the thought of Janet, my girlfriend, being aroused, which I was reasonably sure she had been, thus leaking a little anyway, and then going home afterwards, tossing her own now soiled panties in the laundry, and perhaps even masturbating herself afterwards while thinking about the way her tits had been stimulated while I'd touched them.

I came hard, the pleasure exquisite as I pumped off my fuck-juice into my sister's twice now soiled underwear, and fell pleasantly asleep.

#

As was usually the case on Sunday mornings, everyone slept in. And though I had done a little of that myself, it was still early yet in comparison to everyone else's Sunday habit as I made my way downstairs once again, not as sneakily quiet this time, as I knew my sister would be likewise sound asleep in the privacy of her new much larger bedroom. I dropped the pair of panties off back into the dirty clothes pile I had taken them from, not at all surprised to see the new addition, which now sat on top of the pile. Almost immediately, I felt my erection growing, quickly lifting the reasonably fresh pair of my sister's red panties, inspecting them, and delighted to see the salty outlined stains of her previous evenings encounter. Immediately, I unzipped my jeans, releasing my rock-hard cock, and placed this new pair over my prick, immediately pumping a fresh morning's cream into them before adding them back into the pile.

If it had just been this, just the rubbing off into a pair of panties, or even the occasional bra or sexy camisole, maybe it wouldn't have been considered all that bizarre or decadent an act should I ever be found out. The problem was, it became even more than that, though this too had come about unexpectedly.

I think I owe our past President Bill Clinton, and his "Never did anything with that woman" friend of his, Monica Lewinsky, a big thank you. Hearing how they had discovered her soiled dress hanging in her closet, with his cum stains on it, sent shivers of unexpected delight coursing through me when I heard the news. I had sat in my bedroom later on that evening thinking about it, the thought of somehow doing that myself, and getting away with it more arousing than I had ever realized it could be. The problem was how, where, and whom?

And the answer to that one presented itself the following weekend.

I had gone to the mall with my girlfriend. Graduation was just a couple of weeks away, and Janet was anxious to pick out a new dress, along with a plethora of matching accessories along with some sexy underwear, though I knew without even asking, I'd probably never see her wearing, except on the hanger as she removed them. Taking them into a nearby dressing room to try on while I stood outside feeling nervous and more than a little silly while waiting for her, I glanced about and realized the store wasn't very busy at the moment, and the only two clerks who seemed to even be working were both up front at the register helping one other customer.

My window of opportunity wasn't a big one, but it was an opportunity to do something that I had for the past week now been thinking about. Once again glancing about, ensuring that it was reasonably safe, I sauntered over to a clothing rack that held a variety of rather sexy and somewhat revealing negligee's, a couple of which Janet had actually thumbed through, teasingly commenting on earlier, and then taking one of them with her to try on. I knew that she would be a while inside the dressing room she'd gone into judging by the number of items she had taken in with her, none of which I knew I would see her model for me, so there was no fear or worry about her coming out and asking for my opinion.

I was also, already fully erect, my prick throbbing with eager anticipation. I then pretended to thumb through some of the items on the rack we'd just gone through, keeping an eye out on the front counter, which was also conveniently situated next to the door so I could also see the arrival of any additional customers who might come in and head back towards me. Unzipping my jeans, I hadn't worn any briefs beneath them, going "commando" as it was called, quickly unleashing my prick, grabbing the garment in front of me, one which had a nice soft slippery feel to it, and wrapped it around my prick, thus stroking myself as I stood there, keeping an eye on everyone, along with a peripheral glance towards the dressing room where my girlfriend was.

The excitement I felt was unbelievable. The added danger perhaps of getting caught, doing what I was doing as I stood there with the clerks occasionally looking my way. Seeing me as I continued on with the pretend nervousness of being a single guy waiting around in a woman's lingerie store, was just enough to keep them at bay, as they no doubt took pity on my being there, having to wait patiently for my girlfriend as she tried on things that even they no doubt somehow knew I would never see.

I felt the first delicious surge of pleasure racing up the length of my cock, I wanted to watch this however, not just wanting to off load my spunk into the material as I jerked off, but watch it as it splashed against it, soaking the material that had so teased and delighted my prick with the feel of it. So aroused as I was, I truly hadn't expected the volume or intensity that came as I did, standing there watching my spunk as it soared from the head of my prick, splashing against the black satin like material of the nightgown I still held, though holding it away from my cock, seeing ribbon after ribbon of my spunk splashing against it, the contrast of my white sticky semen clinging to it sending even greater shivers of delight coursing up and down my spine.

"Well? What do you think?"

I jumped. I'd been so engrossed in my pleasure, watching my spunk as it hit and clung to the material I'd stood holding, jerking myself off against, that I hadn't heard or seen Janet as she actually emerged from the dressing room briefly, though not quite stepping all the way out. She had indeed surprised me in more ways than one. She was in fact wearing this same sexy camisole nightgown that I had just finished relieving myself against. It covered her just enough, hiding away the real interesting bits, that she had for whatever reason, decided to give me a tantalizingly teasing taste of how she looked in it, without giving anything away.

"Hot!" I told her. "You look damn fucking hot!"

She had smiled at the hot part, which is probably where I should have left it. But she quickly tossed me a disapproving look at hearing the "F" word as she called it, and immediately disappeared back inside the dressing room, which is actually what I needed and wanted her to do as I quickly put my prick back inside my jeans zipping up, then casually repositioned the now very soiled, very sticky garment I'd been fondling back in amongst the others, and soon after as casually as possible, sauntered away though standing closer now to the actual dressing room, once again appearing bored and uneasy at having to stand around there.

Moments later Janet came out, and much to my chagrin, had chosen not to purchase the same black camisole she'd just modeled for me. There was a brief momentary fear that one of the clerks would too soon discover what I had done, remember it was me, and then of course all hell would break loose no doubt.

"Here, hang this back up for me," Janet said handing me the sudden discard, which I was only too happy to do for her. We soon reached the register, Janet paying for the few items she had chosen, and we left with several "come back soons" and quickly headed off to the food court for something to eat.

It had also been our intention to take in a movie, so while eating we discussed a number of shows that were playing, finally coming to a consensus of one we both wanted to see. It was a recent release, and a very popular one, so we knew it would be crowded, which it was after we had purchased our tickets and gone inside. Forced to take seats much higher up than I would have preferred, we settled in to watch the movie.

We had taken a couple of available seats in the middle of an upper row, Janet going in ahead of me of course, sitting down, as I then did, next to a rather good looking middle aged woman who was there either with her husband or boyfriend. We smiled politely at one another as I scooted by, taking my seat next to her. And as good as the movie was, I couldn't help but occasionally glance at her, fantasies of cumming on her, or rather cumming on the outfit she was wearing, suddenly filling my mind, as well as the blood in my prick as I sat there, a full blown erection making it almost uncomfortable for me to even do as the movie finally drew to an end.

With the credits rolling, the theatre remained dark as everyone stood and attempted to file out, it was a congested mess with so many people there. Janet and I slowly followed behind the couple we'd been sitting next to, everyone watching their feet more than anything else, trying to see the dimly lit guides on the floor directing everyone out. Jacket in hand as I barely moved, almost tip-toeing behind the other couple, I managed to unzip my fly, my cock already springing forth though I hid it well enough with my jacket, balancing it against myself as my hand rapidly began stroking my prick, we moved a few steps, once again waiting as people converged, halting our progress, my hand slippery against the head of my cock, just jerking the head really, though I very often produced and brought about a rather quick orgasm this way whenever I needed or wanted to. And under the circumstances, I needed to do both. I felt the sensation of orgasmic delight racing up the length of my prick, moving my jacket off to one side briefly, saw the first shot of my spunk as it flew from the head of my prick, splashing against the pair of jeans the woman in front of me was wearing. I watched as yet another hit near the same spot on her ass before thrusting my still spending prick back inside of my own jeans, though zipping them up now was out of the question. I merely held my jacket in front of me, soon after taking a different path the moment one became available to us, and led Janet out a different way as we left the theatre.

"Good movie!" Janet said, "really exciting wasn't it?"

"Oh yeah, damn exciting," I agreed as we left the mall and headed back out to the parking lot.

By the time we arrived at the car, I was no longer erect of course, holding open the door for Janet as she climbed in. As she did, she glanced over, saw my zipper was down and giggled.

"Hey baby...your zippers down," she informed me still giggling over it. "I wonder how long it's been like that?" she wondered aloud.

Once again, I feigned a bit of embarrassment, quickly zipping myself up, and then walked around to my side of the car getting in. I soon after drove Janet home, dropping her off as she had evening plans with her parents, and then drove home myself, though I once again unzipped my jeans, released my prick, and stroked myself off once again during the drive, enjoying and reliving the memories of both of my unexpected encounters. I knew then even as I did so, that I would do so again, and was already trying to envision of where and how I might go about doing just that.

#

We weren't rich, not by a long shot, but my parents were well enough off that it allowed my mother to hire in a woman to do some general house cleaning twice a week. It was one of her few real luxuries the way she saw it, as she hated to do house cleaning, or laundry, though Stacy and I were also supposed to handle our own. Carlotta was in her mid to late forties, a fairly attractive woman that had been working for my mother for several months now. I got along reasonably well with her, and one of the reasons I really liked her was because though she was the "maid" as mother referred to her, she didn't really act like one, not really taking any guff from anyone, going about her business of cleaning which she did thoroughly. But I admired the fact that she could do that with an air of confidence about her, often chasing either my mother or father out of the way if they happened to be there while she cleaned. Though she did have one annoying habit which I didn't care too much for, was knocking yes, one knock on my bedroom door, and then stepping in whether I'd invited her in or not. A locked door meant no cleaning, and though I would have preferred her not even coming in to do that, since I wasn't very good at doing it myself, mom had insisted that I allow her in at the very least once a week. And as I had already missed the first attempt, I didn't dare miss another.