Posted by Gee on June 01, 2009 at 08:45 [71.237.184.150]
My unanswered question lay heavy in the air. She looked at me through lowered lashes and blushed.
“Come here,” she said as she reached around my neck to pull my lips to hers. Her thighs and nether lips were still sticky from our earlier coupling. She pressed her legs to mine sharing the wetness that still oozed from her slit. My spent member pulsed to life. As I lay her back onto her bed, I pressed into her once again. Her slippery tunnel gripped me.
“When you asked that question, it felt like you released something inside my head,” she whispered. “I’ve just cum and I feel like I have to cum again.” She arched her back rocking her pelvis into my crotch. She gasped. Her vaginal muscles quivered along my sensitive rod pulling me along with her. Sooner than I wanted, I jetted my release into her.
She looked at me with a sly smile. Her stomach tightened. Her wetness welled up between us and poured down her legs and abdomen. She cupped her hands between us into her crotch and wiped up her stomach to coat her pert breasts. She strained again. “Oops. Oh, well,” she said. “Dirty sheets are dirty sheets.”
“All I asked was ‘do you have any erotic fetishes?’”
“Yes, the answer is ‘yes.’” She grinned and squirmed in her mess. Rolling her eyes back in her head, she came again.
“Can I help?” I asked feeling a little overwhelmed seeing how easy she was getting off.
With a pleading look in her eyes she nodded.
“What would you like me to do?” I pulled out of her and sat back on one hip.
She gazed at me through wisps of her tousled blond hair. She seemed to come to a decision and let out a long breath, “Wet me.” She reached over and aimed my cock at her. “After that you can clean me up and put me in my diapers.”
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. “I’m speechless.” I really didn’t know what to say. It had always been a dream of mine to have a girlfriend who got off on diapers. I had known Hailey for two months and had never had a hint that she was a diaper lover. Of course, I expect that she didn’t know that I was one too. Or maybe she did. “What brought this on?” I asked.
“It takes one to know one.”
“One what?”
“A diaper lover.” She grinned up at me as she reached to slip her pee-wet hand over my erection.
“Sorry, my plumbing doesn’t work when I’m hard.”
“We’ll just have to make it go down, won’t we?” She palmed the length of me. Her hand became a blur as she jacked me.
My balls felt squeezed from my recent cummings. It was almost painful to give up my load once again. She caught my jetted issue and rubbed it over her nipples. Her eyes twinkled. “Ok, now try.”
My body went limp and I collapsed on the bed. Hailey cupped my receding member. I held my breath and pushed to squirt a little onto my stomach. My abused prostate felt like it was still blocking me up.
She circled her finger in my pee and brought her hand to her mouth. She licked the wetness. “Yummy.”
I looked down at myself to see the dam break. The stream scalded its way up to my chest. Hailey directed the flow to her abdomen with one hand while slipping the other along her rosy slit. Washing the stream over her breasts she gritted her teeth and came again.
“Oh, God,” she exclaimed. “Pee just makes me hot.”
My flood subsided into a trickle as our pee puddled into a hot pool beneath us. “What about the mattress?”
“My bed has had a plastic sheet protecting it for forever. It’s my little secret. I have never been dry at night. Even when I stopped wetting the bed in my sleep, I still did my business in my bed before I got up. My mom never knew that I could have been dry at night. I got so that it became my every-night ritual. I would pee myself, jill off, and then go back to sleep. Now, when I sleep, I pee. I’d wake up to a deliciously wet bed and then when I got older to a wet and soggy diaper. Diapers and pee are my addiction. It is so erotic and fun, I don’t ever want to quit. Besides, I don’t think I could go dry at night anymore.”
The odor of her “oops” was starting to be noticeable. “I vote for a shower for the both of us. You get the water started and I’ll scrap the damage off of the sheets and dump them in the wash.”
“Yeah, that got me started in diapers. I peed myself and occasionally pushed too hard leaving a little gift in the bed. Now when it happens, the diapers hold the mess in with my pee. I don’t mind an erotic pooh now and again either. Without diapers, it’s just a bigger mess to clean up. My mom finally put me in diapers to keep the mess to a minimum. She diapered me until I was about 13. I fell in love with wet diapers. I think she finally suspected that I got off on diapers and wetting. She could probably see my vagina get wet from my excitement at being diapered. I know my nipples got tight. She didn’t shame me but just shook her head and handed me my diapers and plastic pants. Then she said I was old enough to change myself. Diapering myself every night became an erotic ritual. I tried to go without a few times and with wet bed linen as a result, I realized I had to wear them every night. I suppose that my body felt secure in using my diapers for their intended purpose and forgot how to stay dry. I am soaked every morning.”
The full force of the smell hit me when Hailey rolled out of bed. As she scampered to the bathroom I could see a little bit of the mess slipping down one shapely leg. “Pick up anything I leave behind.” She winked at me from the door as she spread her legs. Nicely formed stool split her cheeks and plopped onto the tiled floor.
“Hailey! You know bad little girls get spanked.” She laughed as she disappeared into the shower stall. I took the waded sheets and picked up her droppings. I pealed it off into the toilet to flush it down. “Do you have any air freshener in here?”
“Turn the fan on. It’ll go away.” Hailey peeked from behind the shower curtain. “Get in here as fast as you can. I need someone to wash my back.”
I wiped off with the ball of sheets to keep from dripping on the floor. After I started the wash, I stepped into the shower to find Hailey leaning into the hard spray. I soaped her back and slipped my hands around to cup her pliant breasts. She was a good two hands full with nicely budded nipples surrounded by pale pink areoles. She leaned into me as she rubbed her ass against my erecting pole. The grit from her browned cheeks washed over my cock. I lathered her bottom, tickling her anis and puffy pudendum with my fingers. She spread her legs to accommodate me. I directed the shower stream over her vaginal lips and ass to wash away the brown bubbles. Once clean, I pressed my fingers along her slit to feel her hardening bud. She leaned into my hand as I slipped up and down, in and out. Reaching under her bottom, I was able to slip one finger into her puckered poop hole. She had to be a cumming machine as she wrapped her arms around my neck to jolt against my busy fingers. She lingered against my mouth as her tongue sought mine.
“Oh, that was good. Let’s get on to the next event, diaper boy.”
“What makes you say that?”
“What do you think a nosy diaper wearer would look for in someone else’s closet?” Her grin split her lovely mouth from ear to ear. Biting pensively at her full lower lip, she cocked her head at me. “Diaper time, big boy.” She felt my poor shaft coming yet again to attention. “See, you get tuned on just thinking about it.”
It was my turn to blush. “I don’t have my stuff.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got enough for both of us.” She grabbed a towel and ruffled my hair.
I took the towel and fluffed her hair as I pulled her head to mine. I kissed her on the end of her nose. She turned her mouth and tilted her head back meeting my lips with an open-mouth attack. Our tongues squirmed together as we dried each other off. We sidled to the bed in a busy embrace.
“Wait. Let me get my ‘stuff.’” She pulled open the dresser drawer revealing her stack of white and off-white diapers. The vinyl pants were in a rainbow of colors. “What color would you like?”
“You can surprise me.” I looked at the pile of waterproof pants thinking that most of them were stained with dedicated use.
She picked out a clear plastic pair. “This will do nicely.” She pealed up two still mostly white cloth diapers. “Butt on the bed, my soon-to-be-diapered friend.” Hoisting my ankles, she lifted my butt off the bed. Stuffing the diapers under my raised bottom she lowered my legs onto the cushioning fabric. She pulled the tail through my legs and measured the length for fit around my waist. There was a noticeable hump in the front of the diaper. My little soldier peeked its head out of the top of the diaper. “This won’t do.” She lowered the edge of the diaper exposing my pulsing length. She lifted the shaft up to examine the offending appendage. “I’ve tried shrinking it with a hand job but it keeps coming back.” With no warning she inflicted a painful finger snap on the head of my cock saying, “Let’s try something different.”
“Ouch! Wait ‘til it’s my turn, you little minx.”
“See, it went down.” She quickly pulled the edges of the diaper together and pinned them flat against my stomach. Taking the vinyl pants she held them to my waist. “Might be a little snug around the waist.” She fed them up my legs to the diaper bulk. “Butt up, honey buns.” I lifted my bottom as she pulled them into place popping the elastic against my stomach. She ran her hand around the seams checking for any flagging fabric. Slapping me on the padded hip, she said, “My turn.”
I sat up and pulled her over my diapered lap. A quick swat left a white hand-print on her buttocks. “Sorry, but you had that one coming.” She pulled away from me with a gasp. She put one hand to her bottom to message the sting away.
“Ouch!” Her eyes were welled with tears. Then she just started bawling like a two year old.
I was taken aback. She was crying sincere tears. Sobbing, she glared at me. “Nobody has ever spanked me before.” Real tears rolled down her cheeks. I pulled her up to me and kissed her salty lips. “Sorry, I said, ‘sorry.” I murmured against her open mouth. She returned my kiss with a manic fervor. She sucked hard at my tongue painfully nipping at its end. She bit down on my lip as the thought occurred to me that I could loose body parts to this lady. I broke away and look down at her.
She grinned back at me through her tears and said, “Get busy. I can’t believe how hot that made me. Even hotter than knowing you were going to diaper me.”
I laid her on the bed and spread her legs where her hand had taken up residence. I licked her hand covering her naked, hairless pussy. She relaxed her fingers allowing my tongue access to her engorged clit. I kissed her hands sucking gently on her fingers. She grabbed the back of my head and ground my mouth to her sex. I lapped at her bud and pressed my tongue into her slippery vaginal opening. She used my nose and face to explode into her orgasm.
I wiped off her copious juices and looked down on her erotically spent body. I pressed the towel to her swollen vaginal lips to soak up her dripping fluids. Lifting her bottom, I place the diapers under her rounded buttocks. I pulled them tight around her steamy cunny and pinned them into place. Having chosen the pink vinyl pants, I snapped them around her shapely hips. In less time it takes to tell I had her encased in her infantile, yet erotic bundle of diapers and pee proof plastic pants.
“Come here.” One finger beckoned to me while her other hand slipped down the front of her diaper to satisfy once again her aching need. I lay down next to her on the cooling rubber sheet. She tucked her head into my neck and sighed. “I’m home.”
I wrapped my arms around her letting her find a comfortable space for her sweaty breasts against my chest. Her hand humped under her diaper. She sighed with one orgasm and promptly began chasing another. My rock hard cock pressed up against her padded diaper feeling her frantic self manipulation. The aroma of pee filled the air. I knew that soon I would have to take things into my own hands but for now I just enjoyed the adrenalin rush of my erotic predicament. Yes, I was home, too.
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