From: an444982@anon.penet.fi (Darian Alexander)
Reply-To: an444982@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: STORY: Wetting My Panties (mmmmmmf, not w/s)
Date: Sun, 26 Nov 1995 22:19:20 UTC
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Message-ID: <222307Z26111995@anon.penet.fi>
A version of this was originally written for a female friend who
expressed an interest in mild bondage/submission and the attention of
multiple males.  So, I guess, it has a female readership in mind.  I hope
she enjoyed the original and I hope this one brings someone a moment of

amusement....

   WETTING MY PANTIES - A NIGHT AT A PARTY
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   I'm not sure why I agreed to play in the game at the party, but I had
done so and luck would have it that I ended up losing.  It was a stripping
game of sorts and I must admit that I thought I had won since at the end I
was the only participant who was still wearing anything, but I guess I
hadn't really understood the rules.  Being a good sport about these things
and more than just a little curious about what was going to happen next, I
agreed to submit to my punishment for losing.

   The first thing I had to do was take off my jeans since I hadn't lost
them during the game.  This meant that I was now down to my white nylon
nearly see-through panties.  Taking them off wasn't an imposition since the
rest of the players were completely nude and they were not being especially
bashful about their state of undress.  My own shyness at removing my bra
had in fact disappeared more than an hour ago.  I had concluded as the game
progressed that watching others willingly taking off their own clothes gets
rid of a certain amount of shyness in a person.  Seeing other women's
breasts made the thought that others could see mine less troubling.  In
fact it was just a touch exciting since I knew mine were worth seeing. 
Seeing even more that just breasts served to remove even more inhibitions
as the game progressed to its inevitable end.  Nevertheless, I made it
through the game without taking anything else off.  Now, however, it was my
turn or so it seemed.  I reached for my panties, but one of the players
motioned for me to keep them on.

   I was led into one of the bedrooms and while we made our way out of the
living room, where the game had been played, someone asked me who I wanted
for a partner.  I wondered what this meant but, instead of asking about it,
I mentioned Darian, someone I had met earlier in the evening.  He was the
only person I could think of since I suddenly fully realized that the woman
who had invited me to the party in the first place had told me partway
through the game that she was leaving -- with the man she had hoped to meet
up with, I will quickly add!  Now, it appeared, if there was some trusting
to be done, he was going to have to be the one I would put my trust in.

   In the bedroom, I was directed to spread myself out on the bed and,
after I had done that, I was told that I was going to be tied up.  At that
moment, Darian appeared in the room with my jeans and the other clothes I
had left in the other room.  Noting this small comforting thought, I

   quickly concluded that I would not object to the suggestion of being
bound to the bedposts.  I was assured that the bindings would be secure,
but not painful.  Once tied up, I had to agree that this was the case.

   "We're not going to tie your feet but it would be better if you spread
them farther apart," I heard a voice say.  In response, I widened the space
between them to the point where I felt truly spread-eagled, a phrase that I
never thought would apply to me.  "That's good," the voice said.

   I was now confused since the position of my legs was not a natural one
for the removal of my panties, something I was expecting at any moment.  I
even asked about this.  One of the men who had been playing the game, I
realized that I had forgotten his name, replied by climbing onto the bed.

   He had his jeans back on but, once positioned between my legs, he
quickly pulled down the zipper, brought out his cock and started massaging
it into a very impressive erection, "You're not taking them off.  We want
you to wet your panties for us."

   "No," I protested, jumping to the wrong conclusion, "I'm not going to
pee in my panties for you.  No way!"

   "Don't worry.  That might indeed be interesting to see, but that's not
what we had in mind.  You'll see what we mean soon enough.  Lie back and
enjoy it.  I'm even willing to bet you'll enjoy what's about to happen."

   My head was on the pillows of the bed and I could see very well over my
impressive but now flattened breasts.  The sight of his cock, protruding
from his jeans, made me already begin to enjoy what was happening and I
began to feel damp between my legs.  So that was what they meant, it
suddenly dawned on me as I watched the manual manipulation of the erection
in front of me.  Obviously, I was going to fulfil their desires.  I
wondered if some of the women were going to perform for me too!  Perhaps I
had indeed won the game after all.  There's losing and then there's losing.

   I could image having a large wet spot for them very soon.

   "I like your tits...they're beautiful.  I've loved seeing them and now
I'm going to love cumming on them..." The man began to speed up the
stroking of his organ of eruption.  "I hope you like looking at men's
cocks," he added.  "You're going to see a lot of them." I hadn't really
thought of it before, I had to admit to myself.  I decided to play along.

   "Only if they're really hard!  Like yours...  Am I going to see
everyone's?"

   "Only the cocks without cunts with them..." was the reply.  A bit crude,
I thought but what the hell.  "But you'll get all the cum...whenever they
cum..."

   Suddenly, he moved forward, straddled one of my wide-spread legs and
aimed his shooter at my breasts.  He started spurting and produced a
torrent that sprayed over what I knew were the largest, and possibly the
most admired, breasts at the party.  I fleetingly remembered the general
approval when I had been the first in the game to be forced to take off my
bra.  The man squeezed as much out of his cock as he could.  Then he leaned
over and kissed me on the cheek.  A nice touch, if I do say so myself.

   He climbed off the bed and a second man replaced him between my legs. 
He was completely naked and was already erect.  Out of the corner of my
eye, I had seen him massaging his penis in preparation for getting onto the
bed.  He wasn't the only one doing this.  I had to admit that I was quite
enjoying seeing several erections proudly protruding through the unzippered
jeans in the room.  Men should pull them out more often, I thought.  All
men should have to bring it out from time to time, I philosophized with my
hands bound to the bedposts.

   The second cock was longer than the first one, but the length of time to
produce a creamy display on my breasts was considerably shorter.  After a
second kiss on the cheek, a third cock appeared between my legs.

   While he was doing his self-massage, a nude woman came into the room and
handed Darian something I didn't recognize at first.  But she quickly
filled me, "Here's a condom of cum for you, my dear.  How many have you had
so far?"

   "I guess yours will be the first," I said.

   "The first of many," she smiled, "Everbody's begining to make out now
that the game is over.  You'll be getting them all." She handed the condom
to Darian.  Holding it tightly, he brought it to my mouth.  I instantly
knew what I was supposed to do.  I opened my mouth and began sucking
tentatively on the used condon that only moments ago had been inside this
woman's cunt, to use the term mentioned earlier.  I discovered that I
actually liked the taste of her lubricating juices that still remained on
the condom, a reaction I wasn't quite expecting.  Darian pulled it away
from my mouth and promptly squeezed the contents onto my boobs.  I watched
him work at getting every drop of semen out and onto me.  While he was
still doing this, the third man on the bed came to the desired conclusion
and added his creamy substance to the mixture accumulating on me.

   "How many am I going to get?" I wondered aloud.

   Darian responded, "Probably at least one from every cock at the party,
either directly or via the used condom route.  Some will be doubles, I'm
sure.  I'm sure some guys will want to unload onto you directly, regardless
of who they've come with." I smiled at the choice of words.  Another woman
brought a condom into the bedroom.  Behind her was a man holding his
contribution to the cover-me-in-cum exercise.  Darian dutifully squeezed
the contents of each condom onto my boobs after letting me first have a
quick taste of each one.  He also began smearing a small sample of semen
over my lips so that I could taste the male contributions to what was
happening.  I will say that a couple of the condoms didn't have the same
female taste as the others and I wondered where they had been.

   I realized that, while not everyone had been playing the game I had
lost, there were a lot of people at the party...  I tried to keep count to
the mixture of semen on me.  At one time I could firmly state that I had
seen ten cocks climb onto the bed between my legs and send their cum-juice
across my breasts.  Some cocks had more shooting ability than others.  Some
cocks had produced an oozing flow while some shot their wads much farther
with semen sometimes landing on my neck and on my chin.  But, so far, I had
been spared an outright facial.  Perhaps that would come later.  Darian was
spreading the sticky stuff smoothly and gently around my breasts, paying
particular attention to my naked nipples, now permanently erect, or so it
seemed.  I lost track of how many packets of semen were poured over me. 
Darian mentioned that the seconds had begun to arrive.  It struck me that
everyone now seemed to be naked in one way or another.  One man whose cock
had been sticking out of his jeans earlier was now kneeling between my legs
without anything on.  People kept coming into the bedroom to see how the
semen mixture was accumulating on my increasingly slimy and slippery boobs
which only Darian was allowed to touch.  I found the running commentary
around the bedroom distracting and I finally lost count of how many men had
joined me on the bed.  Perhaps, I thought, there was even a tour of cunts
by the more adventuresome cocks taking place in the living room.  I didn't
know and I didn't really care.  Darian had been piling the used condoms on
the night-table by the bed and the pile seemed to grow without stop...

   But the flow finally did end.  When it did, Darian untied my hands and
carefully assisted me in sitting up slightly.  Cushions were thrust under
me to support me at a comfortable angle.  It was good to be able to move my
arms again.  But I didn't have much time to stretch them for I could see
what was happening.  The semen started sliding down me, heading toward what
I was still wearing.

   I could hear Darian's voice instructing me, "Now it's time to really wet
your panties.  It's what we've all been waiting for."

   By now there was quite a crowd in the room, both male and female.  I
knew what was expected and needed no further encouragement.  I started
scooping up the flood of orgasmic juices and, holding open my panties with
my other hand, started depositing the semen where I could easily image
everyone wanting it.  I slopily spread the multi-textured creamy syrup over
my pussy that had already contributed its own anticipatory wetness to my
undergarmet.  As I swept it all off my breasts, down my abdomen and onto my
cunt, giving my panties a semen-soaking I could never have imagined
possible, Darian whispered in my ear that I was truly creaming my panties
and that he had just creamed in his jeans watching me do it.  Once the
messy mixture was mainly where it was meant to be, he told me to get both
of my hands in my panties and do whatever I wanted.  And I did just
that...as I massaged myself, I could hear the slurping and sloshing of the
smoothest, milkiest lubricant my pussy could ever had wanted.  And I showed
everyone in the room what a woman looks like when she cums and cums and
cums...

   As for Darian, I ultimately politely asked him if he would take me home
that night.  Once we alone at my place, I had him finally take his cock out
of his jeans and, when he did, I'm sure you will believe me when I say that
I wasn't wearing my panties or anything else, for that matter.  The
end........ 

==================================================================== 
Since this is my first attempt at a posting something to alt.sex.stories,
comments are probably more than welcome.  Non-anonymous comments can be
sent to na444982@anon.penet.fi.  Anonymous ones can go to
an444982@anon.penet.fi, since that's the way this works, I'm told.  Thank
you.  Darian