Posted by Gee on April 25, 2000 at 13:40
This story has spread over a couple of archives, so here it is in its entirety. More to come when I have time.
MAKING THE BEST OF IT
Candy was alone in the exercise room. She was well into her routine so that the sound of weights clinking through the old gym had begun to set into a musical rhythm. She strained against the bar arching her back off the bench just like she had done dozens of times. She grunted as she reached the top of her press. A trickle of urine dribbled from between her labia to dampen her ass checks. "Damn, I'm leaking again."
She lowered the bar onto her flattened breasts. She closed her eyes and lay her head against the pad. "I might as well enjoy it." She relaxed her bladder and could hear her pee hiss into her gym shorts. The wetness darkened an ever-widening patch over her crotch and buttocks. She could feel the hot urine scald her inner lips and tickle her clit. It washed over her cunt and dripped past her puckered ass hole and then soaked into the fabric. The urine wicked its way up the back of her tank top, wetting the bench, then dripped onto the floor. The puddle grew as she let the golden flow buzz over her erotic center. She groaned as she realized that she was passing the point of no return and would have to masturbate to a numbing satisfaction. She squeezed her legs together to stop the flow of urine from her overfull bladder.
She quickly toweled up the puddles on and around the bench. She wiped her crotch and ass and felt her cheeks flush as she rubbed her throbbing button. I've got to cum or I'm going to bust, but I don't want to do it here, she thought. She needed her privacy and playthings to do herself right.
Candy made her way from the gym to her apartment in a brain fever of her arousal. She spread a newspaper on the car seat so that she could focus on her hot wet cunt and not to have to worry about stained cushions. She had slipped one hand into her shorts and gently massaged her burning clit. Now, I have to drive home without wrecking the car, she thought.
She fumbled with her keys as she attacked the door lock. As she opened the door, she danced from one foot to the other. She was sobbing with her need to release her cum as she tore off her wet clothes. The need to heighten her pleasure while coming pressed at her. She had to get into her diapers. She pulled the curtains shut.
The pressure to crumble into an infantile oblivion was building to a crest. "I can't cum yet. I'm not prepared." Little squirts of pee dribbled down her long naked legs as she fought to hold back her climax. She pulled open the drawer of her stash and grabbed two diapers and plastic pants. She tugged the plastic pants up to her thighs and laid the diapers in the crotch. She pulled the plastic pants over her ass and cunt. Wrapping the diapers around her waist under the transparent material, she was able to pin them on. She snapped the plastic pants into place tucking the exposed tags of cloth into the elastic around her legs and waist. Sighing with relief, she let the dam go.
The wet heat of her urine jetting into her diaper made her knees sag. She cradled her breasts in her hands and plopped onto her bed. She let the hot pack of her diapers soak against her cunt and ass. The vibration of her pee washed over her sensitive cunt as she rolled her budded nipples between her fingers. The forecurser of her cum jolted through her body.
She strained her bowels against the tight diapers squeezing the hot load through her crack. She could feel the tension of the lump pull the diapers across her cunt. She reached behind her to caress the load under the plastic and diaper. As she flattened her hands against her ass, she pressed the hump onto her ass cheeks and spasmed again in her pleasure.
She sat up and relished the feel of hot shit squishing between her legs along her sensitive labia. She lifted the waist of her plastic pants and diaper and admired her smooth cunt lips coated with her brown issue. She wiped the soggy diaper over her clit cleaning the crack of her cunt. She then trapped her slippery clit in her fingers and slowly worked herself to the edge of another mind-blowing climax. Her whole body shook as she neared her crest. What delicious depravity, she thought. The pack of her diapers snuggled over her cunt and ass as she released her mind-bending waves of her pleasure.
She cleaned herself and arranged two more diapers over her throbbing cunt. The plastic panties snapped securely into place covering her infantile bundle of erotic pleasure. She placed one hand between her legs and the other found its way to her sucking mouth. She rubbed the tender roof of her pallet as she formed her tongue to the length of her thumb. The last thought she had before she drifted off to sleep was that she was secure in her voluntary incontinence.
In the morning she awoke wet and cleaned herself in the bathroom. Before she could take a quick shower she added the diapers and plastic pants to the diaper service pail. Tomorrow was service day so she would have to remember to put the pail out. She had tried disposables but had found them less than erotic. Besides, she had to throw them away in the garbage and they tended to take up all of the room in her garbage can. Candy placed her pail of used diapers and pants in the hall every week. Then a fresh package of clean diapers and plastic pants was delivered with a pail filled with a clean rinsing solution. The billing was handled by mail.
Stripping the last of the fine hair from around her cunt she tossed the razor onto the counter and pressed her naked lips between her fingers. Her clit throbbed deliciously under her fingers.
A clear fluid welled from her pussy lips dampening her hand. It was so slippery. Her fingers dove deeply into her vagina spooning out more of her hot wetness. She slathered it up her cunt to her belly button. The lather from the shaving cream mixed with her juices and foamed up with the frantic motion of her activity. Her hand blurred across her clit as she felt the tension build in her pelvis to a sharp focus. Her bladder ached to release through the increasing tension under her hand.
She tossed her tangled tresses in the pillows with the need to wet. “I can’t wet my sheets,” she cried. “I have to diaper myself, now.”
Candy grabbed the diapers from the nightstand lifting her shapely bottom from the sheets. Tucking them around her hips she was able to pin them against her pelvis. She tugged the plastic pants up her legs to snuggle her erotic bundle to her hips. Feeling around the elastic legs and waist she was able to tuck in the diapers to secure her pending dampness.
She stretched her legs into the covers at the bottom of the bed and pressed her hands to the front of her diaper messaging her infantile bundle over her throbbing sex. She stared past her pert nipples to the whiteness hugging her bottom. It started as a hot tickle deep in her abdomen. It buzzed up her urethra to spurt into the fabric snuggling her cunt. Warm wetness spread sensuously over her cunt and poured along her ass cheeks. With the realization of her soaked condition she spasmed with her climax in the used diapers. The come rolled and shook through her while she felt the last of her urine squeeze between her nether lips.
She pulled the elastic away from her belly and reached under the sensual dampness of her diapers. Her labia were slick with her urine and lubrication. Her cunt seemed to suck her fingers deep inside her. She strained against her hand to feel a dribble of pee slide over her puckered anus. She cupped her cunt and caught the wetness in her hand. Smearing the issue over her tits she reveled in the sensation of her infantile depravity.
With hands messaging her breasts she pressed an exploratory push to her bowels. “Oh, what a lovely dump I have inside me.” She smiled as she considered her state. “Dirty diapers are dirty diapers. I might as well enjoy myself.”
She snuggled her hand under her butt and situated herself to feel the expanse of her movement. “Here it comes,” she said. The hot load pressed against her sphincter. Her shit pierced her ass hole and spiked her hand through the diaper. It mashed into the limited space and spread hotly over her ass. Her bowels evacuated in a rush popping into the tight diaper.
“Oh, shit,” she said. “I mean, oh, shit. I didn’t realize I had to go so badly. These diapers won’t hold it.”
She lifted her butt load off the bed and crabbed her way to the edge of the sheets. The aroma hit her as she spotted the brown stain where she had lain. Easing off the bed she could feel the shit escaping down her legs. The pretty white plastic pants were brown around the leg openings. She could feel the shit press up the front under the diapers and part her cunt lips over her vaginal entrance. The shit felt like a cock pressing its way into her cunt. She pressed experimentally on the load over her cunt. It slipped further up her snatch awakening a niggling need to come again.
She stood with her legs spread to compress her diapers around her ass while she frigged her bud under the saturated diapers. Her tits bounced in time with her jerking hips as she worked her pee and shit to a frothing lather. She gritted her teeth as she came and came.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror she peeled the plastic pants down her legs dragging the dark stain with them. The diapers were sagged around her hips stained with use. Yellowed with pee and darkened with shit the diapers did their duty. She smirked at herself in the mirror with a warm satisfaction. “A shave and a shower was all I wanted, but I out-did myself tonight.”
Candy scrubbed herself in the shower and efficiently douched herself on the bidet. Her innards tingled with cleanliness as the tepid water scoured her cunt.
She gathered the baby powder, diapers and plastic pants as she made her way back to bed. She changed the sheets with a practiced utility of motion dumping them in the wash.
Laying herself on the bed she spread her legs and generously powdered her wetting area. The diapers were centered under her bottom and pulled through to be pinned to her hips. Clean plastic pants were tugged over her diapers to complete her nighttime attire. She snuggled into the clean sheets, stuck one hand into her diaper against her naked labia with the other hand cupping her tit to roll the nipple between her fingers.
She relaxed and could feel the tension of the day slip away from her. She sighed as she fell asleep to the warmth of wetness trickling through her fingers into her secure diapers.
Candy’s Need (Making the Best of It) Part II
Candy was on her third iced tea when she heard the door chime. “Who could that be at this time of morning?” She glanced at her soggy diaper windowed through the dew of her clear plastic panties. “I can’t answer the door.” She pulled her tee shirt down over her crotch and raised her voice. “Who is it?”
The closed door muffled the sound of a girl’s voice. “Service collector.”
“The diaper pail! I forgot to set it out in the hall.” She padded her way through the kitchen. “I’m not decent. Could you come back in a few minutes and catch me later?”
“Sorry, I’ll have to skip you and come back next week.”
Candy knew her pail was full and wouldn’t last another day, let alone, a week. “OK, I’ll hand it to you.” She opened the door a crack and spied a very pretty lady wearing bulky work coveralls. Her blond hair was tucked up under a baseball cap with the diaper service’s logo of a happy baby in a large diaper. “It’s in the bathroom.”
The lady smiled and pushed the door open. She stepped inside. Seeing Candy in her tee shirt and diaper she blushed. “Sorry, I thought you meant for me to come in.”
Candy reddened and pulled her tee shirt to cover her diaper. Her bra-less nipples tented against the thin tee shirt material making her more revealed than covered. “I have to put this one in the pail. I’ve been lazy this morning and haven’t changed yet.”
“Can I? I mean, can I help.”
“It’s a little personal, don’t you think?” Candy backed towards the bedroom. “We haven’t even met.”
“Oh, that’s OK. I’m Ann. Besides, I’m a user too.”
“Hi, Ann. What do you mean, a user too?”
“Diapers.” Ann zipped the coveralls down the side exposing a shiny white panty. “See. What you’ve got on is nothing I haven’t seen every day on myself.”
“But Ann, diapers are very sexual for me. I would be too embarrassed.”
With a gleam in her eye she said, “You do me first, then I’ll do you.” Ann pulled off her hat and shook her long blond hair out in a golden cascade. She slipped the straps of her coveralls over her shoulders and let the coveralls drop to the floor.
Candy saw a very shapely girl about 5 feet 4 inches tall with long flowing hair. There was a noticeably used diaper hugging her hips. Above that there was a tee shirt torn off under her ample breasts doing little to hide her erecting nipples. Candy’s lips were dry and her voice was coarse with her sudden arousal. “You will have to come in to my bedroom. That’s where my stuff is.”
Ann stepped out of the clothes bunched at her feet. “Lead the way.”
Candy gathered diapers and plastic pants from the closet and turned to find Ann pulling her tee over her head. Ann smiled on seeing Candy’s hesitation.
“I like to be naked when I’m changed.” Ann lay back on Candy’s rumpled bed while cupping her breasts. She absently rolled her nipples as she watched Candy stare at her.
“How wet are you? Should I use a changing pad?”
“You better get a pad. I have to finish a job I was starting a little earlier.” Ann winked at Candy and proceeded to tense her stomach muscles. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back under her half masted lids. A polite fart was followed by a massive crackling sound as the bottom of Ann’s diaper ballooned out. The leg openings darkened around her thighs as the front of her diaper bulged upwards. Ann was writhing on the bed as a familiar hissing issued from her. “That feels so good. Come touch me.”
Candy slipped the changing pad under Ann’s buttocks just in time to catch the first drips of her overflow. She palmed the pillowed mass careful not to squeeze it out onto the pad. Ann had other ideas. She pulled Candy’s hand tight against her cunt causing the brown load to ooze out the drip guards around her thighs.
Candy was surprised to feel her diaper warm in response to her unconscious wetting. Her cunt lips were fairly swimming in her own urine from a night soaking, a leisurely wake up wetting, and finally an apparent pavlovian response to someone else’s wetting.
Candy slowly extracted her hand from Ann’s. “I’m the mommy for the moment. Let me clean you up.” She carefully separated the plastic panties from Ann’s waist and folded them over the diapers. The steam of hot urine tickled Candy’s nose. She pulled the panties up Ann’s upraised legs spreading as little as she could of the copious dump. “Hold these. I need two hands for this mess, my naughty little girl. You should tell Mommy you have to go poop.” Candy undid the pins first from one side and then the other. She exposed Ann’s puffy nubile lips to the open air. Ann reached for her cunt which Candy quickly caught. “No, no. Dirty. Mommy’s job.” Candy wiped Ann’s crack with the wet diapers. She wiped up each leg until most of the brown lumps were removed. Baby wipes followed as Candy scrubbed the white skin of Ann’s bottom. She took a fresh wipe and slathered it up Ann’s naked cunt opening the pouting lips for a concentrated cleaning. Ann’s stomach muscles jumped each time Candy passed the wipe over her clit.
“Oh, Mommy.” Ann arched her head back into the pillows. She rocked her hips forward and back in time to the wiping motion. Candy placed her finger in Ann’s puckered opening and slid her thumb into her vagina. Ann pressed her pelvic bone down on the busy digits as Candy touched her tongue to Ann’s clit. Candy flattened her tongue and sucked the clit between her lips. Ann strained against Candy’s mouth leaking a salty stream down over the probing hand. The forgotten plastic panties dropped with a wet smack onto the floor at the side of the bed. Ann caressed Candy’s head by running her fingers through her dark hair. Ann grabbed Candy’s tee shirt and pulled it up and over her head.
Ann cried out as she felt her release. “Oh, yes, Mommy.” She pulled Candy up her body with her hands cupping Candy’s face. She licked Candy’s mouth to taste herself then probed her lips for her slippery tongue. Candy teased Ann with a sloppy wet lick herself then gently trapped Ann’s tongue with her teeth.
Ann massaged Candy’s diapered bottom while Candy mashed Ann’s bouncing breasts. Dark hair tangled with blond as the two rolled over one another. Ann stopped and reached into the front of Candy’s diapers. She was bathed in the slippery wetness of Candy’s arousal as she split the soft lips of her cunt. Ann went down the crack passed her vaginal opening and delved a finger into her anus. She stretched the opening to the length of her finger, retreated, and then placed two in, retreated, then placed three in her bottom.
Candy cocked her head and looked at the dreamy expression on Ann’s face. With Candy’s sphincter stretched open, very little straining was necessary to fill Ann’s hand with the sought after prize. Ann smiled and squeezed her hand against Candy’s cunt pressing the load up her crack into the vagina and over her clit. Candy grunted again against her bowels and pillowed Ann’s hand deep in her used diapers.
Ann felt for and found Candy’s clit under the sloppy mess. Candy humped her hand in time to the electric strokes. Candy shook through her cum as Ann kissed and laved her breast with her tongue.
Candy shuddered as Ann placed her relaxed and sated diapered bottom on the changing pad. Ann caressed the flattened titties with one hand as she felt the bulk of her diapers over Candy’s bottom with the other. “Catch your breath. I’ll change you. Then you can do me.”
Ann pulled the entire bundle down Candy’s legs. Luckily most of the pooh stayed in the diaper. She wiped her tight bottom and long legs. “How tall are you, Candy? These legs go on forever.”
“I’m 5’ 9” with 36-inch inseams. Sometimes I think I’m all legs. My breasts aren’t that big either. I’m a 34 C cup.”
“You are perfectly proportioned in my eyes. What is your hip size? I take you for a 36.”
“Maybe a little bigger in my diapers.”
“Do you have to wear them?” Ann carefully wiped the crease between Candy’s labia and legs. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“Ann, after today, I want us to be close friends.” She sucked in her breath as Ann held her nether lips open to clean them thoroughly.
Ann smoothed Candy’s hair along her pretty cheek. “You’ve got me, honey. Friends it is.” She smiled. “No attachments on my side. I’ve got a husband, but he doesn’t know that I like to play diapers.”
“How’d you get into them, anyway?”
“I have a lot of adults on my service. I got to thinking that there had to be some kind of an attraction. I didn’t realize that it would be an addiction.”
Candy smiled a lopsided smile. “Me too. I’m hooked.” She lifted her bottom to let Ann explore her cheeks. “Why not introduce your husband to your game? I can’t think of a better way to get to know someone.”
“I’m chicken. He’s such a straight guy. He likes fucking the old fashioned way, with him in charge.”
“Change the rules. Have an accident. In your pants I mean. Or in bed. Let nature take its course.”
“He might freak.”
“So? What have you lost? I’m here if you want a friendly ear. See what happens.”
Ann placed two folded diapers under Candy as she lifted her hips to accommodate her. She pulled them through her crotch cushioning her cunt against the fabric. She tugged each side tight and pinned them around her pelvis. Plastic pants rustled up her legs to finish the packaging. “Your supplies are out in the hall. I’ll make sure you have some extra to handle a visit or two from me.” She bent over and kissed her belly button. Her hand lingered over her erotically diapered bottom. She said, “Now me.”
Candy returned the favor of carefully bundling Ann in a fresh diaper and plastic panties. While Ann climbed into her coveralls and torn tee, Candy dipped her fingers under her banded waist to her leaking cunt. “Ann, I can’t stop this and I don’t want to. I am totally hot all the time with my diapers on. Why would I want to stop?”
“You got my vote. I’m the same way.”
“Ann, how would your husband go for a couple of hot diapered babes?”
“Let me break him in with a couple of accidents; then we’ll see.”
End of Part II Any suggestions?
Candy’s Need Part III
Candy woke to a hot dampness around her sex. She smiled to herself as she dipped her hand down the front of her diaper feeling the slippery wetness of a used diaper. She parted her nether lips and squirmed her finger to the bottom of her vagina. Hooking her pelvic bone she was able to spray her urine into the palm of her hand. God, that feels good, she thought. I am so soaked.
A hot leg startled her. It rubbed over her thigh and compressed her hot plastic pants to her pelvis. A pair of lips nibbled at her ear. “Morning.”
“Ann, you gave me a fright. I forgot you spent the night.” Candy stretched and ran her hand over Ann’s diapered bottom, touched her slim stomach, and cupped a pliant breast. She teased the nipple to a turgid point.
Ann arched her back and grunted as a hiss of urine bathed the inside of her diaper. “I tried your idea of having an accident in front of Bill. At first he yelled at me for getting his car seat wet. Then when we got home, he helped me clean up but almost gagged when he saw my panties full of poop.”
Candy licked first one nipple then the other. Flinging a leg over Ann’s middle, Candy pressed her plastic covered wet diaper against her pelvic mound. Her urethra buzzed with her release. The flood heated her diaper to an erotic squishiness. Candy’s clit throbbed as she mashed against Ann’s bottom. “Did you warn him that you were going to have an accident?”
Ann shook out her tangled blond tresses and propped the pillow under her head. “Here’s what happened.
“After dinner I suggested that we catch a movie. I hadn’t peed all afternoon and was fairly bursting to go when we got there. I held it as best I could. I only let a couple of gushes go to relieve the pressure at the show. Since I was wearing dark blue jeans, I didn’t think any body could see what I had done.
“Anyway, on the way home I did the pee dance. He hurried as much as he could. When we got caught in traffic, I let go. I cried and said I was sorry I was wetting my pants. He was appalled.
“It felt so good, I maybe went a little far. I pooped a log while I was coming. I was in heaven. The clean-up was messy. I smeared the poop down my legs on purpose. That’s when he gagged. I said that I was little sick to my stomach to explain the dump. Then I did it again in my panties in my sleep.” Ann winked. “Both number one and number two.
“He said he woke up to the smell and made me clean it up by myself. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. I made sure he saw my shitty and saggy panties as I went to the bathroom. When I was in there, I could hear him masturbating. I peeked through the crack and could see him humping my wet side of the bed. I made a bunch of noise with the water for a couple of minutes then came back to bed, clean but naked. He had pulled off the sheets. His face was flushed and he was hiding his cock in the wet sheets.”
“I went up to him and took the sheets away from him. It was sticking straight up and bouncing. I knelt down right there and put it in my mouth. I could taste my pee on it. It was delicious. He came in about two strokes. I said that I was really ashamed of myself and that I was going to use some protection at night until my accidents cleared up. While I was telling him that I would just get supplies from my diaper company and use them for myself, his penis got hard again. He pulled me down on top of him and jammed it right in. He filed me up with come. While I was lying on top of him, I let a little dribble run between us. I had to diaper myself after he left for work so that I could come.
“He left on a business trip yesterday which brings me to how I was able to spend last night with you.”
Candy combed Ann’s blond cascade away from her face. “I’m glad you did. I needed someone to lick my clit.” She grinned as she slid the bundle of diapers and plastic pants down her legs. Ann spun around in bed straddling Candy between her thighs. She brought her head down to Candy’s cunt and kissed her lips. Then she tongued the slit to a slimy juiciness that ran down the crack of her ass. Candy added to the wetness with a trickle of urine. Ann lapped it up. Ann reached under her to find her puckered ass hole. She reamed the bud with her lube and pee, then dipped into her bowels.
Gasping through her come, Candy inhaled Ann’s diapered scent while working the wet diaper over Ann’s urine-glazed buttocks. She massaged the cheeks running her fingers into the crack of her ass. Ann strained and poked a hot turd into the palm of Candy’s hand. Candy felt the sticky hardness of it as it slipped back into her puckered hole. Candy tugged the diaper up to cover her bottom. Ann pushed again tenting them up in front of Candy’s face. Ann pinched her sphincter cutting off her first effort. She pushed again and slid another log beside the first. Candy touched the bulge and lovingly mashed it into Ann’s crack.
Ann reached into the front of her diaper and parted her cunt lips exposing her clit to her anxious fingers. She humped and grunted through her orgasm filling her diaper with wave after wave of shit. Ann rolled to her back panting for breath. Candy traced the curves of her breast while she calmed her breathing. Ann covered Candy’s bare hairless pussy with her hand and smiled as Candy jetted a hot jolt of urine through her fingers. It found its way to Candy’s bottom making a puddle of acrid cozy warmth between her cheeks.
Candy’s Need Part IV
The plane had arrived 20 minutes early. He had time for a beer before Ann would be there to get him. He was still in a daze from hearing her suggestion that she would wear “protection.” It had only been a couple of accidents. Anyone could have an accident in his or her pants. Gads, we are only human.
I can’t believe how hot thinking of Ann in diapers makes me. He absently gulped his beer as he fished for his wallet. She is seriously thinking of using diapers to bed. I’m having a hard time analyzing my feelings since it gives me such a rush. His erection was growing at the thought making him uncomfortable. I have got to get off so I can think straight.
Bill pulled this bag out onto the sidewalk. There was Ann. She spotted him and waved. Bill tossed his case in the back and ducked in on the passenger side. Ann was blushing and trying to hide a self-conscious smile. Bill studied her, cupped the back of her neck through the dark blond hair, and then kissed her. “Hi.”
She licked her lips and nervously shifted her bottom. “Well, aren’t you going to ask?” The traffic thinned and allowed her to move out into the exit lane. She wheeled into place and accelerated up to speed. Bill still had his hand behind her head. He pressed his other hand over her pelvis. He smiled as he took her hand and placed it on his tented pants.
“Oh, is that a question or an answer?” She gripped his length and squeezed. She teased him with a quick pull then went back to the steering wheel.
She was wearing a cut-off T-shirt with no bra. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the thin fabric. Her skirt pulled up her thighs revealing a shiny white bulge between her legs. Ann saw where Bill’s eyes were and spread her legs for a better view. The diapers were bulked behind a frosty white pair of plastic panties. Was it his imagination or where the diapers yellowed with apparent use?
“Do you need a change?” Bill rubbed his hand over Ann’s flat stomach. She sucked in her tummy allowing Bill to dip his fingers under the waistband of her skirt and into her plastic panties. The cotton was hot and damp clear up to the waist elastic. He worked his hand into the diaper and across her pouty nether lips. They were slippery and swollen with arousal. Ann fluttered her eyes.
“Careful, I have to drive. You can change me to dry diapers when we get home.” She brushed his sensitive member. “After we take care of that.” Ann’s smile sparked with mischief as she release a jet of urine over Bill’s fingers. He gulped and pulled out of Ann’s pants.
Bill closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and groaned as he pumped his ejaculate into his pants. Ann cupped her hand over the spreading wetness and felt the final pulses of his climax.
“It looks like someone could use a little protection.” She traced the wet spot on Bill’s pants. “I have some in your size at home.”
“Sorry, Ann. I didn’t mean to loose control. But you are so incredibly hot with those diapers on.”
“Now you know how I feel. I am so turned on when I wear these that I just glow. I don’t know exactly what it is, but the security and comfort plus doing something naughty make a powerful combination. It is so sexual to get away with peeing and pooping my diapers around people who don’t even suspect. I was afraid that you would think I was a baby and freak.”
“You are my baby. And I will change you and take care of you the best I can.” Bill ran the back of his hand along her cheek.
“I’ve been hiding my diapers from you. Why do you think I got a job with a diaper company? I have access to an unlimited supply of naughty little girl diapers and plastic panties. The tough part was hiding nighttime diapers. I had to wait until you went overnight on your job. I finally wet myself in frustration the other night to see how you reacted.” She glanced at Bill to see that he was still staring at her packaged pelvis. “And then the daytime accident. You passed although I had a scare when you gagged. But you helped me clean up my big poop that first time.”
Bill leaned over and kissed the side of her cheek. He brushed across her budded nipples and cupped one orb from under the T-shirt. “If we don’t get home soon, I’m going to have another accident in my pants.” His erect penis was visible under the fabric of his dress pants.
“I’ve been saving this for you.” Ann lifted one cheek off the car seat. She strained and turned red as a familiar popping sound came from her pants. The elastic darkened around her legs. She settled down on her bottom and wiggled comfortably into her pillow. She sighed as she gazed down the road. “Now I’ll be worth changing.”
In the entryway Bill unsnapped Ann’s skirt and watched it flutter to the floor. The T-shirt flipped easily over her head fanning her blond hair over her face. He parted the curtain and kissed each fluttering blue eye in turn. She pressed her breasts against him as she pulled out his shirt to expose his chest. She rubbed her hard nubbins against him. He reached to her bottom and pressed the bulge into the crack of her ass. She met his fondling with a fresh bubble of pooh. He molded the lump and gently pushed it into the crease as well.
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He threw a towel down on the bed and placed Ann in the middle of it. She dipped a hand down her diaper to flick her clit. Bill pulled the plastic pants from around her hips as she allowed him to ease them down her legs. He held them to his nose while Ann watched intently. Bill pressed his hand against the soaked bundle of diapers to feel the heat of Ann’s urine. He undid the velcro flaps and turned down the edge exposing Ann’s steamy naked labia. The lips were puckered and swollen revealing their pink innards. The poop was tucked against her cheeks coming up to her vaginal crease. Ann tightened her tummy muscles and arched a fountain of pee into the air. Bill tucked the diaper over her spray and let the heat of it caress his hand. The hissing of her release lasted a few seconds. He moved the diaper down and watched as the dribbles from her shinny cunt subsided. He reached under her grabbing the back of the diaper and pulled the wet cotton through her ass cheeks catching most of the brown mass in the diaper. He folded the wet diaper and wiped at her stained bottom as Ann lifted her self up from the towel. He folded the diaper again and wiped down through her spread lips making sure to keep any feces out of her vagina. He held the wadded diaper up and raised his eyebrows.
“In the diaper pail, silly. It’s right here by the bed.”
Bill opened the lid and winced as a cloud of ammonia hit him in the face. The pail was half full of very used diapers and stained plastic pants. He had only been gone a couple of days. She must have diapered herself the minute he walked out the door. He added the used one to the pile and closed the lid.
The stack of clean diapers was in plain sight on the dresser. An open drawer was filled with fresh plastic pants. He grabbed one of the diapers and a blue pair of plastic panties. Ann raised her hips as he placed the hourglass shaped diaper under her bottom. Ann absently fingered the material as Bill pulled it into place under her. “Wait, there is one more thing.” She leaned over and pulled a baby wipe out of the container on the bedstand. Bill took it from her and bathed her wetting and pooping area with it. He worked it over her puckered ass and came away with a stained wipe.
Bill dropped his pants and underwear in one piece. His cock was at full attention. As he unbuttoned his shirt, Ann glided her hand up and down the pulsing shaft. He bent to kiss first one breast then the other. He painted a stripe of saliva over her belly button and down to her puffy lips. They parted with a slippery ease. Ann sucked in a gasp of breath as he passed his tongue over her clit. He dipped to her vagina and then back to her clit. He circled the nubbin and then flattened his tongue to lave the expanse of her dripping flower. She cried out as she grabbed his head and pressed his mouth to her sex. She bucked her hips against his mouth and tongue as she came. He tasted a trickle of urine as Ann calmed. A putt of gas escaped her anus as a bubble of poop plopped onto the diaper. Bill picked it up with the used wipe and cleaned her bud in one motion.
Bill spread her lips with one hand and guided himself to the quivering opening of her sex. She pressed her hips to his driving his member to the hilt in her velvet scabbard. His long strokes squished out copious amounts of her lubrication.
The sound and smell of wet sex permeated the room. Bill crushed into Ann as he spasmed his release. Ann came again as she felt his hot seed scald into her. Bill brushed the hair out of her face and formed his lips to hers. She met his tongue thrust with her own.
The tangle of tongues echoed the tangle of sex. Ann felt a hardness begin to spread within her. Bill was erecting without ever having completely softened.
He began to glide forward and back rippling over her clit.
Ann let her mind fog with her constant cumming. My husband is fucking my diapered bottom, she thought to herself. And he loves me using my diapers. Why did I wait so long to let him know I liked to wear and use diapers? Her eyes rolled back in her head as she once again succumbed to the pleasure of his wanton need. Have I got a story for Candy, she thought as she felt herself losing consciousness.
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