Posted by skids on August 13, 1999 at 11:17
This is part 5 in a series of stories. Please read the earlier parts, all of which have been posted this month, in order to get the flow of the story-line. Comments posted to the board or sent via email are welcomed - it’s the only positive feedback we story creators get for the effort involved.
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The sun rose on Sunday morning with a glorious red sky and a brisk wind - but none of the four girls in the house saw it, they were sound asleep. At noon Elizabeth stirred, rose, and went down to the kitchen and made some coffee. A combination of the smell of the perking coffee and the light streaming in through the windows woke the others and they too straggled down from their rooms.
After a full breakfast the girls got dressed and began once again to prepare for their coming final exams for the semester. And, with a few breaks during the afternoon to snack and to walk outside a bit, they did. By dinnertime, though, they were tired of thinking, memorizing, organizing, and reading. They ordered Chinese food from a local shop which delivered it promptly. They wolfed it down (studying is hard work!) and decided to take in the 10:00 pm movie at a nearby theater. That left a few hours available. What to do? What to do? Hmmm.
Elizabeth asked Cynthia and Claudia whether they had ‘really gotten into’ the subject of their report in the Human Sexuality course, cross-dressing.
They looked at one another and laughed. "Of course!".
Cynthia explained "Like our report said - most ‘official’ cross dressers are men. Guys who like to put on pantyhose or panties, a bra, a dress, stuff like that. Some like the really frilly stuff that no woman in their right minds would actually wear! These guys aren’t gay but just like to pretend to be girls for a few hours. Some of them have wardrobes worth an awful lot of money. Kind of strange to think about them getting all hard and erect and keeping it in panties! But, when you think about it - the whole unisex movement in clothes lets women wear clothes that make them look like men if they want to."
"Except underneath" Claudia jumped in. "Face it, most of us have to wear a bra to be comfortable."
"I don’t." said Elizabeth. "But you’re right. We can go the sports bra route or regular bra, but one way or another, we need them for the support."
Claudia continued where she left off. "Women who would like to pretend to be boys for a few hours can’t get much excitement out of wearing jeans or a man’s shirt because it’s so normal. Soooo, we thought about it and decided to go after some boys underpants!"
Cynthia picked up the story. "We could have just gone down the department store and bought a package of new ones, but what would be the fun in that? So, on a Thursday night we went over to the laundramat right off campus and while we did our laundry we waited for a cute guy coming in to do his. Since guys seem to wait to do their laundry until they’ve worn everything about 5 times (even socks and underwear) there were about 3 times as many girls as guys in the laundromat so we had to wait and wait. Finally, just before we were ready to give up and go home, a nice looking guy who was probably a senior came in with a huge bag of stuff and claimed a couple of washers. He asked us to keep an eye on it while he went back out to the car for another bag! While he was gone we looked in the bag he left behind and pulled out a couple pair of his briefs and stuck them under our clean stuff in our baskets! He came back in with the other bag and then sorted it. He took 4 washers and put all of his whites in one (a guy who knows how to do laundry right - weird!). He asked us to watch his stuff again - he had the quarters he needed but left the soap in the car. Claudia opened up the washer with the white load and found two more pairs of briefs and stuck’em in our basket! We left soon after that. I wonder if he ever realized that he ‘lost’ 4 pair of underwear???"
"I loved the fact that we got them before they were washed because this guy had pee stains all over the fronts of these briefs. Guys just dribble the last couple of drops into their pants instead of wiping when they go I guess. There some stains in the bottoms also but not fresh ones - like he doesn’t always wipe too good. A man after my own heart I think." Said Claudia. She continued "We took them home and took off our clothes and put them on. They fit kind of weird. They feel really different from panties, even the cotton ones. I don’t know what turned me on most - that they were dirty (but not quite as dirty as mine usually get), that they were boys briefs and not panties, or that we had taken a chance in stealing them. Whichever, we both got very wet just putting them on and modeling them for each other! We’ve used them a couple of times since then and we ALWAYS have good sex together when we do."
"We brought them along" said Cynthia, with a smile. "Want to play???"
They did. While Cynthia ran up to her room to dig them out of her suitcase the other girls began to pull off their clothes. "I like being a girl" said Elizabeth, "but I often resented the boys getting special treatment just because they were boys. There were times when I wanted to be a boy. I’m getting wet just thinking about this!"
"I can’t figure out how boys can walk at all! They’ve got that penis and their balls hanging there in front getting in the way" said Elaine. "Their briefs must support it some but still - it doesn’t seem like they should be able to do it, but they do!"
"None of these has been washed yet, take your pick!" said Cynthia on her return. Claudia claimed the dirtiest pair. Each of the other girls took the pair closest to them and examined them. "Cool!" They tried them on and began to model for each other. They were ordinary white briefs, "Fruit of the Loom". On the ladies they looked sexy and fantastic - but then almost anything did! All the girls right hands were straying down to rub their pussies through the briefs. All of them shaved ‘down there’. The rough cotton material gave them an entirely different feel. "I like this!".
"I’m going to poop in mine!" said Elizabeth. "Anyone want to join me?"
The other girls wanted to hold off on the pooping for the next day ("I want to do a whopper poop tomorrow" said one) but they gathered around Elizabeth to share her experience with her.
They caressed her tiny breasts, ran their hands along her inner thighs and bottom. Elizabeth was increasingly excited. She was so wet that when one girl pushed the briefs into her vagina with a probing finger they stayed. She signaled the others to ease up. "Can’t go while you all are getting me so excited. Let me fill these properly first and then let’s get it on!"
She stood with legs apart. One fart and then another left its fragrance in the room. Concentrating. Soon she bent slightly at the waist and put her hands on her knees. "Here it comes, it’s going to be a good one!" she told the others - as if there were any such thing as a bad poop!
As the tip of her poo came out she held it there to enjoy her anus being held wide open. Elaine touched the poo through the briefs, rubbing fresh skidmarks on them. She pulled back the waistband of the briefs to admire the long dark marks now there. "Let’s save this pair this way!" She quickly pulled off the briefs she had on and then tugged down Elizabeth’s, took them off, and put on the other pair. "Hurry" said Elizabeth, "I’m losing control here."
Almost as soon as the replacement pair were pulled into place they were filled by a large, firm, and earthy smelling poo. The girls came together in one clump. Hands on their own pussies through their briefs, fingers exploring Elaine’s naked body, mushing the poo all over Elizabeth’s bottom and fingering her as well.
As they all neared climax they paired off and lay 69 fashion on the floor. The rubbing of rough cotton on pussies now gave way to the soft lapping of tongues on clits as they tugged the briefs to the side. Elizabeth was far too dirty to tongue but her partner (Elaine) had two of her fingers up her messy butt hole and the other hand alternately soft and hard rubbing her poopy clit while Elizabeth madly licked Elaine’s sopping wet and hairless puss.
Wave after wave of climaxes and shouts filled the room. Then a contented quiet, soft caresses and hugs. The smell of Elizabeth’s poop and the briefs still on two of the other girls reminded them that they had been very naughty. They didn’t care. As she lay there fully spent and snuggled with her friends Elizabeth wondered "How will we top this tomorrow?" Slowly a smile crept across her face and an idea took shape. Stay tuned!
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