KARA AND JANIE #2 - BLACK PANTIES & BROWN LUST

SUMMARY: Fantasy story. Two male crossdressers who share a fetish for wearing women's underwear panty-poop together before enguaging in mutual masterbation and deep throat french kissing. Told from the past tense viewpoint of "Janie", who is one of the participants. This is the follow-up to my first story, Garter Belts and Panty Poop.

Keywords - MM, TV, CD, copr_, scat

There is nothing I love more than being with Kara. Although we are both technically male, when we are together it feels like we are more girlfriends than boyfriends. You see, Kara and I are both crossdressers, and have been so since a childhood. Kara and I also share an odd but rather harmless kink. We are both "panty poopers". To explain it... Well, if you read "Garterbelts and Panty Poop", you already know what's going on.

A few weeks ago, Kara moved into my new home with me. When designing my house, I had the contractors build an "unfinished storage area" on the 2nd floor. After the contractors were finished with their part of the job and paid in full, I proceeded to use that space to build myself a secret "panty pooping room" that only Kara and I know about. It is an intimate enviroment, but is plenty large enough for the two of us along with special furnishings I had designed to enhance the panty pooping experience when I built it. The room is kept dry and at an even 68 degrees year round so it's never too hot or cold, and each one of us has our own shower and private changing area immediately adjacent to our special room.

One special feature of our panty pooping room is that it's shaped as a "heptagon", which is a seven sided polygon. (A stop sign is the most common example of a polygon.) Each side is mirrored so that regardless of which mirror one looks at, the eye can see every point in the room via mirror to mirror reflection. That makes the whole experience even more arrousing, because Kara and I can look at the action as it's happening in the back of our panties.

The ceiling is dome shaped, somewhat like the inside of a planetarium, and has adjustable, dimable lighting mounted where the ceiling meets the walls, so it's never too bright or too dark. When building the room, I installed a small music system as well, but use it mostly for playing some relaxing atmospheric background sounds, like recordings of ocean waves or rain falling since music can be distracting while Kara and I are having panty poop sex together.

There is a small urinal device in the room for us to pee in, but no proper toilet of any kind. Instead, the floor is sloped towards the center, where there is a wide drain in which any poop that may spill our of our lingerie can easily be hosed down. There are two special chairs, each with a padded back covered with white vinyl for easy cleaning along with a white "clamshell finish" toilet seat, with nothing but open air between the underside of the toilet seat and the floor. The chairs employ the "public restroom" style toilet seat that are completely open in the front; their structure being a "U" shape. The chair frames are made from galvanized pipe, so they are open on the sides and back as well.

Kara had to work late at the office to get the week's project done. It was Friday night and the last thing she wanted was to have to go back into the office Saturday morning, so she called out to have dinner delivered to her office. I saved what I was planning to cook for Saturday, and instead had two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on whole wheat bread and a cup of chicken soup for dinner. And that just suited me fine. PB&J and whole grain bread does the trick when I want to get my system going!

After I finished filling my gut with all the ingredients needed for my body to produce a sizable movement of firm yet greasy brown lust, I primped myself for the night's activities. I picked out a favorite pair of panties; a high waste brief which is cut high on the sides in royal blue with a lace trimmed waste band; then pulled out the bra that goes with it. I slip into my blue bra & panties, insert my breast forms into my bra, and sit down in front of the mirror to do just a little touch of make-up. But not too much make-up since Kara has a habit of french kissing me on both the back and front of my neck as well as deep throating me with her tongue as we fill our panties together. No point in doing an all out face job when the make-up would be smeared off anyway. Plus foundation tastes nasty!

I put my natually long hair up in a bun, throw on my white terry cloth robe, and start to dig for a pair of shoes to go with my bra & panties when Kara pulls into the driveway. By the time Kara got home from work, she was obviously quite horny as she grabbed me and kissed me passionately within seconds of walking through the door while she was still dressed in her office suit and tie. "I hate drab. Maybe I ought to start living as a woman then I wouldn't have to wear these damn neckties all the time." She paused for a moment. "Janie... I'm going to go get changed. I'm quite primed and will burst in not too long."

Kara goes to our bedroom and not but a minute or two later walks out again wearing nothing more than a dazzling microfiber underwire bra & bikini panty set in a shiny charcoal black (almost gray) and a pair of patent black medium-heal pumps. Both her bra and panties had this orange embroidery in the design of flowers on the upper half of her bra cups and the front hip insets of her panties, along with a little orange bow on the front of her panties at the waistband, directly below her navel. And her bra & panty set was brand new with the tags still on them.
Kara hasn't yet had time to don her wig and breast forms, and the cups of her padded underwire bra hang bouncing on her chest. The arrousal of looking at her hairless and hunky male body beneath some of the sexiest lingerie I've ever laid my eyes on knocked the wind out of me.

"You like my undies?" Kara asked with a wicked grin. She could see clearly that I was turned on by what I saw. "I found these on the rack at Macy's the other day and thought you might like seeing me in them. And I thought you might like to wear them as well."

Kara handed me a Macy's bag, and in it was an identical bra & panty set, in the same charcoal black color with the same orange embroidery, in my size. I looked in the bag and my heart started pounding. In a few minutes we will both be wearing matching bras & panties and will be sharing some serious fetish pleasure together.

"Janie... Go change," Kara orders. "I'm both stressed and really fucking horny. And my gut's about to explode. So let's get it on."

By this time my bowels were in about the same shape that Kara's were, and I could have dropped the big one right there if I wanted to. I rushed quickly into the side room while Kara proceeded to the bedroom to finish her dressing. Once in the side room, I shedded my white robe and blue bra in rapid-fire manner while clenching my anus hoping not to loose it in my blue panties. I took off the royal blue panties that I intended to do this night's mess in last incase I had a spill, then pulled my new charcoal black panties up over my butt as fast as I could. I put on the matching bra, which took a moment to snap in the back due to it's "hook & eye" closure, then placed my forms inside my bra.

Then I walked into the hallway and to our bedroom. "Kara? May I come in? I need my shoes." The door opens and from behind it a hand reaches out with my pair of patent black pumps with 3 inch heals.

"Kara? What is taking you so long?"

"I'm painting my nails Janie!"

"....ugh.... I'm about to explode!"

"Just give me a moment dear. Let me finish my nails."

I placed my feet into my patent black pumps, then start dancing around the hallway in hopes that I don't loose it before Kara gets finished with her nails. It's the same dance that every parent with little children is familiar with; the dance youngsters do when they are desperate to use the loo.

Kara exits the bedroom. She is wearing her brown bob-length wig and no make-up other than some eyeliner and her nails painted dark red for the weekend. And her breast forms fill out her bra nicely. Down below, her rock-hard symbol of manhood makes it's presence quite visible; bulging under her panties. She motions to me to come to her, and she cuts the tags off of my brand new bra & pooping panites. Then she hands me the scissors and I return the favor.

I stare straight at Kara with a wanton, lustful look. "C'mon girl! Let's shit these panties!" Kara and I both move upstairs to our specially designed "panty pooping room". Kara closes the mirrored door behind us and aligns our two special pooping chairs so they are facing each other. "Oh God Janie... This has been a stressful week for me. I'm so ready for this...."

Kara's breaths are deep and relaxed, and I could tell that she wasn't as urgent as I was. I was still clenching my anus as tight as I could get it, but my gut spasmed and a little shot of hard dry poop pushed it's way between my cheeks, accompanied by the loud ripping noise that accompanies the passing of gas. "OOPS!" Kara chuckles. "You're in worse shape that I am! You're going first!"

I walk over to the urinal, pull my throbbing cock out over the wasteband of my panties, and attempt to empty my bladder into the urinal as to not make a wet mess everywhere, but it was useless. I was too hard. So I sit down on my chair backwards, with my panty covered gluteal cleft placed squarely in the center of the open area at the front of the toilet seat, still clenching my anus as tight as I could. I lean my chest onto the chair-back with my clean shaven legs spread, one on each side of the chair, and my patent black hi-heal clad feet placed sqarely on the floor.

My sweet Kara sits on her chair behind me, with her legs spread one on each side of me, and lovingly places her hand on the seat of my panties. Without me saying a word, I relax my sphinster muscles and a solid firm chunk of brown sexyness effortlessly works it's way through my anus, caressing the sides of my gluteal cleft as it slides out of my rectum and into the seat of my panties. By this time I'm so charged that I have to stiffen my pelvic muscles to keep from orgasming too soon, which in turn adds a bit of force to my bowel movement.

"Keep it comin' Janie. Keep it comin' my sweet," Kara whispers from behind me. She blows air on the back of my neck, which sends chills down my spine. With the mound of poop building inside my panties, Kara uses the tips of her fingers on the outside of my panties to guide my torpedo nosed intrusion of brown lust to it's final resting spot between my legs, changing it's shape to better fit the inside of my panties. And there is plenty of brown lust to go around because by the time I've completely emptied my bowels the poop is spread from my anus to the base of my throbbing, rock hard cock.

"Let's switch now. I'm about to burst," Kara says with a hint of urgency. We both stand up and face each other and she sits down backwards on her chair. I follow her lead and sit down. We are now oriented exactly opposite of how we were sitting before. She breaths deeply and she contrats her adominal muscles, putting force behind her BM; making that familiar "rice crispies crackling sound" that is all too familiar.

In anticipation of what's to come, I focus my eyes on the seat of Kara's panties, watching for the first sign of motion. A tent starts to form at the center-bottom of the seat of her pretty charcoal black panties as her brown lust mates with the silky, shiny microfiber spandex fabric. As the tent turns into a bulge, I could tell that her poop was firm and heavy. I grab the bulging shape on the outside of her panties and start rubbing the fabric back and forth between my fingers until the shiny black fabric turns a pastey brown at that spot.

"Janie? What are you doing?"

"I'm making a brown spot with my fingertips in the back of your panties."

"Push it down baby. I want to feel it between my legs...."

I oblige Kara's wishes by pushing down on the outside of her panties and directing her poop towards her crotch. She breathes deeply and flexes her adominal muscles, and effortlessly pushes a second round of brown lust into her panties, right at the spot where I worked her poop through the panties a moment ago. By this time my dick is like a nuclear missle, ready for launch.

"I'm finished pooping in my panties Janie."

"Turn around then. I can't hold my cum much longer."

Kara stands up, pulls her chair so it's front is directly touching mine, and re-orients herself on the chair to face me. We angle our legs so our knees do not bump into each other, permitting us to get closer. She stares into my eyes with a warm smile, then looks down at my rock hard dick, standing erect from beneath the front of my panties. "Shall we cum in our panties tonight Janie?" Before I could answer, she leaned towards me a bit, reaching with her fingertips into the crotch of my poop filled panties. Now the tips of her fingers were "poo sticky" with my poop like mine were "poo sticky" with her's.

"You're loving this I can tell Janie."

"Now what makes you think that my dear Kara?"

"I love hearing such sweet scarcasm from you Janie."

With the tips of her "poo sticky" fingers, Kara starts to masterbate me through the front of my panties, rhythmically rubbing my cock back and forth. At the same time my sweet Kara has her other hand on her own dick, working it in a syncronized manner with mine. It doesn't take long for me to cum in my panties; the front of them becoming sticky as my scrotum is drained. Kara follows suit, breathing deeply as she finishes her big "O".

We both stand up, push our specially designed pooping chairs away, and face each other. "I love you Kara." She embraces me and we place our mouths together and we share our trademark tongue twirlling french kiss. And it's a long one. Inspite of the two of us orgasming like rocket launchers, we are not done yet.

Kara looks into my eyes and says with a wicked grin, "Turn around girl and let me see the damage!" I oblige her request, facing opposite of her, then bending over with my fanny high in the air.

"Oh my Janie you dirty girl! You really did it to these panties! If they weren't so expensive I'd say we would have to throw them out they are so caked full of your poop brown."

I look at Kara in the mirror and start to laugh. Panty-poop sex can be so relaxing....so totally relaxing like right now. I haven't felt this good in ages.

"Okay Kara. It's my turn to see your's again."

I stand up to face my sweet Kara as she turns around like I did, with her fanny pointing out towards me. There was now a solid column of pastey poop brown running straight down the center of the back of her shiny charcoal black microfiber panties, running from just below the wasteband the whole way to her crotch, then underneath to the base of her cock. I state with confidence, "Don't worry about washing these out Kara. They'll come clean then we can poop in them again! If I can get my white satin garter briefs clean, then these will wash out too. Besides, these panties are a real fucking turn on by themselves I'd hate to throw them out."

Kara turns around and faces me. We place our hands on each other's hips and pull at our panties' waistbands, tugging at them gently, which in turn packs our brown lust up tighter against our skin. Kara starts running her fingertips up and down my spine, sending that tingling feeling all over my body that lets me know that I'm getting arroused again. My dick comes back to life, and I can tell that she's hard too when we rub the cum saturated fronts of our poop filled panties together.

I look up at the ceiling and Kara starts to kiss my neck, open mouth style, massaging my adam's apple with her tongue. She then looks up and I return the favor. We do this back and forth to each other for a couple of minutes. By this time my poop is starting to cool off, and I'm really savioring how the poop feels being wedged between my glutes and between my legs while my sweet Kara and I french kiss each other on the neck, facing each other while wearing high-healed shoes, bras, and our poop filled panties.

We open out mouths wide and deep throat kiss each other, twirling our tongues together like helicopter propeller blades blowing in the wind. "MMMMMmmmmmm....." We both hum under our breaths as we kiss each other, breathing deeply. By this time we are grinding our bodies together in a rhythmic motion, grinding our groins up and down like a couple who is sleeze dancing at a nightclub.

My sweet Kara pulls back for a moment and reaches for my rock hard cock and starts to masterbate it through the front of my panties and I grab her's and do the same.

"I'm about to cum again my dear."

"Me too Janie..."

.....more to come.....