SUMMARY: Fantasy story.  Two male crossdressers who share a fetish for wearing women's underwear panty-poop together before having oral sex.  Told from the past tense viewpoint of "Janie", who is one of the participants.

"Kara", as I shall call her here, is a reasonably average guy by day, but anything but an average woman by night.  If anyone knows how to create the illusion of being a woman, she does.   Out about the town at night, at the theater, or at the mall on the weekends, it would take a skilled eye to figure out that Kara was not what she seemed to be.  An expert with wigs, Kara knew how to disguise her facial profile, especially her forehead, and after completing over 900 hours of facial electrolysis, she had no male facial hair left.  No five o'clock shadow to give her away after a long day. 

Kara does not go for a sexy outer look, but instead dresses like other women do in the place or enviroment where she plans on being while crossdressed.  During the week, nondescript "A frame" dresses, and on the weekend, Kara is known for wearing jeans and a blouse.  But underneath, she dresses as a total sex kitten, even when in male mode. 

Kara and I have been sex partners for awhile now, getting together just about every weekend and when possible during the week to wear lingerie and hi-heals together and engage in a rare sexual fetish we both share.  We are both "panty-poopers".  There is nothing I enjoy more than the sensation of being dressed head to toe in sexy feminine underwear and releasing the contents of my bowels into the seat of my panties while being sexually stimulated.   And the sensation is twice as pleasurable when I'm doing it with another person.  I'm very grateful to have Kara in my life to share this with. 

Last Friday, Kara and I wound up at my place after playing hookie from work and spending the day on the town together, both of us in girl mode.  We were read by a group of young teenage girls who giggled at us, but otherwise no one thought we were anything but what we appeared to be, and the day was uneventful.  We went clothing shopping together, for women's clothes obviously, and bought ourselves some special lingerie for the evening's special activity.  Kara got herself a lace trimmed bra & high-cut brief set in turquoise, and found a garter belt and stockings to match.  I bought a camisole and hipster panties in hot pink, and by some good fortune the lingerie shop had a garter belt to go with it, but unfortunately, not the stockings.  So I purchased a pair of black thigh-high stockings instead.  On the way home, Kara spotted a pair of turquoise pumps at the shoe shop, and sure enough, they were in her size so she grabbed them to go with her new panty-poop outfit. 

We ate dinner out at a fine restaraunt that is known to be "T" friendly.  Even though both of us were passing quite well, it didn't matter there because the staff was quite familiar with crossdressers and knew who we were.  By the time we were finished with dinner and dessert, we were both quite primed, with our bowels rumbling.

The drive home seemed like an eternity.  We both have been letting out little puffs of aromatic scents from our bums, so we kept the windows down to keep the car from smelling up.  Kara lets a loud one rip, I smile at her and we both laugh aloud.  I'm as hard as a rock anticipating what is to come, and glance over at Kara's lap and see that her cock became "un-tucked" and is bulging up the front of her leggings.  When we finally reach my place, my bowels are so primed I'm about to explode.  "Let's hurry Janie, I can't hold much longer," Kara mumbles to me as we pull into my driveway.

We enter my place and Kara goes straight to the guest room to change while I proceed to my bedroom.  In private, we change out of our clothes and into our new panty-pooping outfits.  In spite of Kara and I being lovers for what seems like eternity, we have only seen each other naked but one time, and that was during the first week of our relationship.   The experience turned us into "men" for a moment, and spoiled the fantasy of us being lesbian lovers, so ever since then we always change and bathe separately. 

After about 20 minutes, we meet again in the hallway by the entrance to the bathroom, I embrace Kara and we share a deep throat tongue twirling french kiss.  We move into the bathroom just in case of a spill, and inspect each other's outfits.

After a whole day of wear, Kara's breast forms irritated her chest, so she donned her turquoise bra without them; the underwired bra cups draping from her clean shaven flat chest.  Her skin was baby smooth down to her six-pack flat tummy, where her lacey turquoise garter belt sat just below her navel.  Her soon to be poop filled stretch satin turquoise panties, cut high on the leg, set underneath her garter belt and contained her now throbing, erect, rock hard cock.  Beneath her high-cut panties and lacey garter belt, the bare skin of her upper thighs was as baby smooth as her tummy, ranging down to the lace tops of her turquoise stockings.  Then her stockings took over the whole way down into her matching women's size 13 turquoise pumps with 4-inch stelletto heals.  In contrast to her removing her breast forms, she keeps the shoulder length brunette wig she was wearing for our day on the town, framing her face in a manner that makes me want to kiss her deeply.

I donned my hot pink outfit without my breast forms as well.    My camisole draped over my shaven chest, stopping just above my flat but not six-pack tummy.  Just below my navel was my hot pink garterbelt with lace trim with my soon to be poop filled hot pink satin panties underneath it, followed by the clean shaven skin of my upper thighs.  Black lace top stockings and women's size 12 pumps with 3-inch heals in patent black completes my outfit.  My naturally long brown hair was pulled into pig-tails, tied with white ribbon, hanging over the front of my shoulders.

Two adult men, wearing sexy women's lingerie, about to make their panties all dirty and sticky together.  It's our own special routine and we love it.  It doesn't matter how many times we have pooped panties as a sexual act together in the past, each time we do it together the arrousal for both of us is unrelenting and intense, and gives both of us total and complete sexual satisfaction. 

My eyes browse Kara's body, starting at her shoes and working their way up her body, admiring the way her sexy lingerie complements her otherwise male body.  "Damn you look so good Kara."

She looks in my eyes, then her eyes roll down my body to my shoes, then back up again. "So do you hon."

She smiles back at me, and with a warm expression on her face asks "Do you want to go first or should I?  I've been waiting all week for this!"

"Your call, but not until I kiss you once more." Looking deeply into Kara's big brown eyes, I first place my hands on her hips, then move her towards me. She places her arms around my neck, then we place our lips together, open our mouths wide and twirl our tongues together. The tip of her rock hard cock presses against the tip of mine through the fronts of our soon to be poop filled panties as the stickiness of our pre-cum moistens the fabric at that very spot. "Breath deeply and relax my dear," I say to Kara. "Don't cum yet, we just got started."

Kara turns around and places her hands on the vanity, and spreads her legs apart at a 45 degree angle, placing her high heal clad feet at a comfortable distance on the floor. I stand directly behind her and position my right hand on her bum at the point where her brown delight will become united with the strech satin fabric of her brand new turquoise panties.  Just looking down her back at her while she's wearing lingere like this would be enough to get me off.  Her high heals really flatter the shape of her legs, then to top it all off with stockings and garters would make her any pornographer's dream come true, in spite of her having a man's body.  Only if the world would know just how grateful I am to have Kara as my panty pooping sex kitten.

Kara breaths deeply and that familiar crackling sound that every veteran panty pooper knows starts eminating from her bum, along with little puffs of aroma.  I feel a little push against the fabric of her panties, then allot of pressure as the firm yet greasy mass of her beautiful brown sexiness mates with the seat of her turquoise panties. With my fingers, I guide her poop into her panties, shaping it as it comes out.

"Janie! I'm shitting my panties!!!" Kara says gleefully.  "This feels so nice..."

"Shall we trade places?  It's your turn now!"  Kara clenches her anus shut, cutting off the flow of greasy brown poop to the seat of her panties.  She gets behind me while I stand in her place with my hands on the vanity.  I spread my stocking clad legs at a comfortable angle, with my feet, clad in my black patent high heals, spaced comfortably apart from each other. 

I relax and it doesn't take any effort for my bowels to get moving, since I'm quite ripe and would soon burst anyway if I would try to hold it much longer.  My muscles spasm and the feeling of the solid brown mass moving between my cheeks sends a shot of hormones through my system, making me breath heavily. 

Kara looks in my eyes and smiles through the mirror above the vanity.  As my solid brown sexyness hits the seat of my hot pink panties, Kara positions her fingers on the outside of the panties at the tip of my torpedo shaped BM, helping me deliver it into my panties like a mid-wife helping a mother deliver a new baby to the world. 

"Don't hold any back, I'm going to finish mine while you do yours" Kara says softly.  Realizing that we are both now pooping our panties in unison sends another shot of hormones through my system, sending tingles up my back and making me quiver as the sensations of poop flowing into the neither regions of my panties lights me up like a fireworks display.  Slowly but surely, we both finish our bowel movements together, completely emptying the contents of our rectums into our no longer brand new panties.  Kara blows on the back of my neck, then in my ear, then she kisses the back of my neck in a sexy, seductive, and lustful manner, with her mouth wide open, caressing the back of my neck with her tongue.  "Janie.... You are such a hottie.  I love you, you sexy thing..." 

I turn around and am now facing Kara.  She presses her mouth to mine and we both open wide and twirl our tongues together yet another time while the tips of our rock hard dicks once again  bump together from beneath the moistened fabric of the fronts of our panties.  I feel the warm, sticky feeling of my BM extending from my anus the whole way to the base of my cock, loving the way the sensations of sticky shit feels when pressed up against my crotch and wedging my gluteal cleft wide open, held firmly in place by my hot pink strech satin panties. 

"Kara.  Sit on the toilet please."  Kara abides by my wish, lifts the toilet lid and sits down on the toilet seat with her shit filled turquoise panties still very much on.  I get on my knees in front of her and as she spreads her stocking clad legs, I notice traces of brown appearing on her skin just to the outside of the elastic leg openings of her panties, on the insides of her legs.  I pull the front of her turquoise garter belt up slightly, just enough to pull the wasteband of her panties down, just enough so I can pull her throbbing cock, coated with sweat and pre-cum, out between the top of her panties and her garter belt. 

I take half the length of her cock into my mouth and start rubbing it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, going back and forth with a gripping motion.  It doesn't take long for Kara to start moaning softly.  Her cock starts to spasm and I taste the salty flow of her semen entering my mouth in little spirts.  Her sperm swishes around in my mouth for a moment before I swallow.  

Kara moans deeply, then sighs.  Her big "O" is over and now it's my turn. 

We trade places and I pull my panties up so the poop is tight against my anus and crotch before sitting on the toilet seat.  I focus on the way my lingerie feels on my body, the way my black stockings make my legs itch.  I place my feet flat on the floor and feel the way my legs are shaped by the height of my patent black high healed shoes.  My hot pink camisole feels wispy over my chest and my pink garterbelt tugs gently at my waste, pulling at the tops of my black stockings.  Last but not least, my hot pink poop filled panties, the way they lay across my pelvis and my glutes.  The way they hold the warm, sticky, greasy brown mass in place, pushed against my anus and my crotch.  It's no wonder why my cock hurts so good. 

By this time Kara is on her knees in front of me and is pulling my cock out between the top of my panties and the underside of my garter belt, exactly like I did to her a few minutes ago.  My cock throbs with intense pressure to the point of being painful, followed by spasms.  I breath deeply trying not to scream.  "Oh fuck Kara!  Oh fuck this feels good!  Kara doesn't say a word as my semen fills her mouth.  She swallows delightfully. 

Kara stands up first, then I follow.  "Turn around Janie, let's see the damage!"  I look over my shoulder into the mirror behind me and see a brown patch in the center of the back of my hot pink panties, just above where the crotch panel is sewn in.  My brown sexyness didn't soak through the whole way, but it sure did push it's way between my legs, the panties' crotch taking on the rounded shape of my BM.  Kara's turquoise panties were in about the same shape as mine, brown patch in the back and poop the whole way to the base of her cock, causing the crotch panel of her panties to sag from the weight of the shit. 

Kara flashes me a wicked grin.  "Let's watch a movie Janie.  I'm still horny and don't want to change."  "Sounds like a plan," I replied. 

I keep plastic sheeting around for ocassions like these, and threw plastic over the sofa in the TV room with towels over the plastic, as well as plastic over the carpeting.  We spent more than three hours together in our poopy lingerie before showering and changing, although we didn't pay much attention to the movie.  We were too busy going down on each other and mashing the poop around in each other's panties.