Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18 or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met.
Art, Chap. 2
by Amber Fountaine
Dennis was getting very frustrated. He was scheduled to call Margie that night at 7 pm, had put together a list of questions for her, and then Lester had called at 6:45.
The first few minutes of the conversation had been fine. That was all it had taken for Lester to thank Dennis for the great blowjob and for them both to confirm they'd each put on a diaper earlier in the day and had been wetting it. As a result, they'd both come to the conclusion that wet was wonderful! But after a couple of minutes of superlatives about how great it was to be able to pee in your pants and walk around, even in front of their parents, Dennis was paying more attention to the list in his hand than he was to Lester.
Twice now he'd tried to finish off the conversation, politely telling Lester he had to go. And twice Lester had told him, "Okay, I'll talk to you at school tomorrow and you can tell me about . . . ." Then he'd started discussing whatever they were supposed to talk about the next day.
There were still several minutes before Dennis's scheduled call to Margie and he was sure she wouldn't be upset if he called a little late. The biggest problem was complying with his parent's rule about 15 minute conversations, with a 30-minute break between them. If he could get Lester off the phone quick enough that he could wander through the house for a few minutes after they hung up, his parents might not count Lester's call. But if he talked the whole 15 minutes, like it seemed he was going to . . . .
He decided to cut him off in mid-sentence. "Lester, I HAVE to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Goodbye." Before Lester could make any reply, he disconnected and headed for the kitchen.
"Great supper mom,"
Mary Benson looked at her teenage son and wondered what was going through his mind this time. "I'll be sure to tell the folks at 'Pizza Hut' that you approved."
"But you made the salad and breadsticks. They were great."
"Thank you. I guess I can still chop vegetables with the best of them. As to the breadsticks, you'd better drop a note to 'Pillsbury' and thank them. The 'Doughboy' gets the credit for those."
Dennis knew that conversation-wise, it was a little thin. His dad was working late and he had to give his mom the impression that he'd hung around the kitchen for a while before getting back on the phone.
Knowing the compliments were motivated by something else, his mom took a stab, but guessed wrong. "Does this mean you need my car for a date this weekend?"
"Oh, no. But thanks for the reminder mom! I better get out my little black book and make some phone calls."
He had to smile to himself when she didn't respond about him already being on the phone. Sometimes when he was able to pick up the phone on the first ring, his folks didn't realize he'd received an incoming call.
"Don't get too full of yourself," she cautioned, watching him turn to go. At the same time, she was happy and proud that her son had finally broken out of his social shell and, without hurting his grades, had become comfortable with the opposite sex. She wouldn't have been so happy and proud had she known he'd rushed home from school that afternoon so he could suck his best friend's cock.
He was almost to the door when she noticed something that made her ask, "What did you sit in? There's a wet spot on the back of your warm-ups."
Thinking quickly - he was sure his diaper had leaked and he definitely couldn't tell her that - he responded, "Must have spilled some of my coke when I was chasing the cat off my desk." He kept moving as he said it, hoping she bought the story and didn't call him back. He knew he had to be blushing and if she looked him in the face and asked, he'd be telling her the whole story. He almost didn't breath until he was behind his bedroom door.
"Shit!" he said aloud, but softly, as he exhaled. Then he sat down at his desk and looked at his notes for his call to Margie to see if he'd forgotten anything. They were in outline form, like it was homework.
- Ref. to girl's clothes - 'Denise'?
a. Panties? 2. Xmas skit? 3. Which Connie?
a. What did they do?
b. Wet the bed?
c. Wear diapers?
d. How often?
After reviewing each question in his head, he added a number 4 and the word 'Date?' She probably already had one and most likely it was with Chad again. If so, he probably would need his mom's car if they doubled since Chad drove an old pickup to school. He had no idea who to call. He'd been seeing Rachel off and on since she'd gone out with him on his first date. Neither were that interested in the other, but they weren't seeing anyone steady and a date was better than staying home and watching TV. Maybe the 'geek group' should have a party like Taylor had suggested.
That got him thinking about Taylor King. Taylor was one of four boys on the cheer squad and in Dennis's first period trig class. Margie had told him several times that of the four boys on the cheer squad with her, Taylor was the most likely to be gay and that the two of them should consider getting to know one another better. He knew that her idea of 'better' meant Taylor and him having sex. But Dennis had been having a hard time reading Taylor. One day he was sure Margie was right and the next he wondered. This last week was a good example.
Friday morning before class, Taylor had come up to him and started a conversation about the coming weekend. Taylor talked about his folks having a party and that he'd have to stay home for it. All through the conversation, Taylor had a hand on Dennis's arm or shoulder, touching him somewhere. None of the 'geek group' did that - and they were supposedly all gay. But Taylor did it all the time when he was talking to Dennis. Then Taylor had asked if Dennis's group of friends ever got together to have a party and put it in a way that made it sound like he'd like an invitation if they did.
Dennis had been a little surprised by that and had asked, "If we did, would you like to come?"
Taylor had smiled, winked, squeezed Dennis's arm and answered, "I love to come."
Dennis had caught the very intentional double-entendre and as usual, told Margie about it during their third period Art class and got her normal response.
"I told you - the guy's hot for your body," she'd smugly replied.
So at that moment, Dennis had had to agree with her. It looked to him that Taylor was seriously interested in having some boy-boy sex play with Dennis. But Monday, Tuesday, and again this morning, Taylor had all but ignored him. Dennis was hoping that Taylor might become his number three, the third boy that Dennis would suck, and earn him the right to become Margie's number three. Assuming Marge intended to go through with it. She'd come incredibly close that afternoon. He grabbed a pen and added a number '5' at the bottom of the list and after it, # 3 ?
He reviewed the list one more time and then dialed Margie's number, wishing he had his own phone like she did, and decided he'd start by discussing number 4, their date plans for the weekend, and then segue into the other things.
"Chad is history," she told him.
"But I thought you liked him?"
"I thought I did too until he tried to make me suck him last weekend and then told his friends that I had. You saw what happened."
They'd been in his mom's car, out at the park by the water canal. Officially it was called, 'Parker Park', but was more commonly referred to as, 'Park-Park' and was the make-out spot of choice for most of the Canoga students. He'd been busy in the front seat when he'd heard Margie say, "Don't," and had unwrapped himself from Arlene long enough to look back and see Chad's cock sticking up out of his fly and his hands behind Margie's head, trying to push her down on it.
Chad had stopped trying to force her, and almost begged. "Damn, you like playing with it - why won't you suck it? Irv said you sucked him and you were great."
"Irv is full of shit," she'd told him. "I never even played with Irv's."
Dennis had wanted to intercede on Margie's behalf, but for one thing, Chad was one of those football players that Margie liked to date and was about half again Dennis's size. Fortunately, he hadn't had to, but had watched clandestinely - so that Arlene wouldn't catch on that he was more interested in watching the action in the back - as Margie had jacked Chad's cock. Margie had known Dennis was watching though and teased him about it later.
"Okay," Dennis told her, clearing his thoughts and getting back to the present, "If you're not going out with Chad anymore, who are you going to draw into your web to take his place?"
"For a genius, you can be awfully dumb. Who did you ask or have you?"
"I haven't yet. It's been a couple of weeks since I asked Rachel. Probably her."
"That's what I figured. Too bad, so sad, she has a date."
"Really? Who with?"
"Chad," she told him and he could tell she was grinning, just from the tone of her voice.
"I can tell you're heartbroken. Your idea?"
"Yep."
"Why?"
"God, you can be SO dense. Try to follow this Mr. Genius. I got rid of the guy I was dating. I convinced him he should take out the girl I knew you'd probably ask. Now I don't have a date and you don't have a date. Have you figured it out yet?"
Dennis was incredulous. The only thing that made sense to him was that she wanted him to ask her out. He couldn't believe it but it had to be. Yet they were supposed to be friends only - her rule. She'd even come up with the pseudo girlfriend thing, calling him 'Denise'. There wasn't a woman in the world he'd rather go out with but . . . . .
She got tired of waiting for his response. "Did you pass out?"
"Nearly," he answered honestly. He wondered if she could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Then he asked, still not believing the obvious. "You want me to take you out? On a date?"
"Yes, thank you. I'd love to go out with you."
He knew he hadn't really asked her, but he wasn't going to argue that point. His main concern was, why the sudden change. Why would the girl he considered the most beautiful in the school want to go out with him? He suspected she wanted to go somewhere that she knew Chad would be to make him jealous. Or that she had some other plan that required his help. He was dubious that she'd tell him, but he asked anyway. "Why?"
"Maybe I'm tired of going out with some self-centered jock that just wants to get laid, while I'm watching all these girls have a great time with a really nice guy like you."
That sort of made sense to Dennis, but like she'd said, maybe. He suspected that it had more to do with her being 'out of work'. They'd joked about the Canoga Cougars not making the playoffs and the basketball season not being underway yet, and how the cheer squad was out of work for a couple of weeks.
"Your afraid to ask aren't you?" she said, mistaking his silence.
"No. Well yes . . . I mean . . . . Margie, will you go out with me this weekend?" He'd almost choked getting it out.
"Silly, I already said I would. I thought we were done talking about that. I meant about our deal. Remember what I said I'd do if you let me watch you suck Lester?"
It hit him like the proverbial ton of bricks. That's what he'd been thinking of before dinner when he'd decided he needed to make a list. The list was still in his hand. He wondered when he'd crumpled it and didn't realize his hands had gotten sweaty until he noticed the slight blurring of the ink.
He remembered and remembered vividly. He'd been walking with her, out to the gym for her after-school-practice, and almost out of the blue she'd told him she wanted to watch him do Lester. He wasn't so sure Lester was willing to have someone watch them and her final statement on the subject had been that if he let her watch while he sucked off Lester, then she'd let Lester watch while he ate her pussy. He'd jogged most of the way to his house to call Lester and beg for his help in the deal.
Trying to be as calm as possible, he asked, "You want to let Lester watch me eat . ."
She cut him off. "Let's leave him out of it. Lester doesn't have to be there. That was supposed to be so Lester would let me watch. But he didn't know I was watching y'all this afternoon so he doesn't have to be part of it."
"Okay," he answered, for lack of a more intelligent reply. Normally, if they doubled, it was for the Friday night game and whatever party they might go to later. Usually she had a date for Saturday night too. He wasn't sure which night she preferred, so he asked, "When?"
Coyly, she told him, "We don't have practice tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay," he said again, sounding stupider all the time. "I meant which night do you want to go out?"
"Either one. Both or neither. I just want to tie you up for the weekend."
Her image had changed quite a bit in Dennis's mind over the last few months. She was no longer the sweet, pixie-like goddess of goodness that he saw in the halls the prior year. From their first day of Art class together, he'd begun to realize she was human with all of the human characteristics, good and bad. And as she'd revealed her sexual side to him, hinting that she liked things he would have never imagined, her using the term, 'tie you up' immediately conjured up images of him tied to a bed.
"You're not really going to tie me up are you?"
She giggled. "No silly. I mean I want you to be available all weekend. I have a really big surprise for you." Then before she could say anything else, he could hear clicks on the line and she told him, "I'm getting another call. I'll talk to you in class tomorrow."
Dennis felt like screaming to the whole town. But the only person he could possibly tell was Lester and he'd hung up on Lester just a few minutes earlier. Somehow he'd have to hold it in and start making plans. First thing he had to be sure of was that he had his mom's car to use.
She was finished in the kitchen and watching TV so he sat on the couch beside her, waiting for a commercial. Then before he could ask, she turned to him, smiling. "So what is it that's kept you sitting there for five minutes squirming?"
"I need to use your car this weekend," he burst out, then remembered to say, "Please."
"You weren't this excited the first time you went out. Special girl?"
"VERY special," he told her.
She watched him for a moment, studying her son, then told him, "It was bound to happen sooner or later."
"What?" he asked nervously, fearing she meant some sort of scheduling conflict that would ruin his weekend.
""Don't panic!" she told him, then pulled him to her to give him a hug. She smiled proudly and told him, "Unless I'm very mistaken, my little boy is all grown up and has fallen in love."
Some of the guys in the geek group had teased Dennis about being in love with Margie and Dennis had blown it off, knowing such a thing wasn't possible. Hearing it from his mother, who didn't even know the girl's name, was a much bigger indication of how little he knew about himself and the rituals of love. Even as he began to balk at her suggestion, he knew she was right. So instead of protesting her opinion, he blushed instead.
She continued to watch him, thinking out loud, "Seems like it wasn't that long ago that I was changing your diapers. Now you're almost full grown and will be going off to college in another year."
Dennis missed the part about college, his brain having locked up when she mentioned diapers. Was it just a coincidence? Could she possibly know he was wearing one? Was she giving him an opportunity to explain himself without her asking?
"Yes, you can use my car. Now let me finish watching this program."
He got as far as the end of the couch when she stopped him. "Does this special girl have a name?"
"Margie."
"Must be very special indeed if talking to her can make you sit in a puddle and not notice. Or do I need to start changing your diapers again?" She was just teasing her son and had no concept of how close she was to the truth.
But Dennis did and had never excused himself so fast in his life. He was glad his mom had dimmed the lights to watch TV so that she didn't notice his blushing. As soon as he got to his room, he looked at his butt in the mirror and the small wet spot had grown to almost cover the seat of his pants. He'd been wetting the diaper while talking to Margie with the intention of telling her about that and then when the conversation turned to taking her out, he totally forgot about his soggy diaper.
The following morning, he found out who had interrupted his conversation with Margie. Taylor came up to him before trig class. "I was talking to Margie last night and she told me you have a date with her." When Dennis smiled and confirmed that it was true, he went on. "That ought to make a few guys jealous of you and at least one guy jealous of her." When Dennis didn't pursue that, he told him, "She told me some things about you that got me thinking. She said you told her you thought I was coming on to you and that it excited you."
Dennis jaw dropped and he was about to dispute Taylor's statement, but Taylor stopped him before Dennis could say a word, putting his hand on Dennis's shoulder and telling him, "It's okay. The reason she told me that was because I told her I was the guy that was jealous of her and that I wished I could go out with you. Then she asked me what my lucky number was and I told her 'three' and she said I should make a point to tell you that. She said that's your lucky number too and that you'd understand how important it was that we both have the same lucky number. Are you into numerology?"
"Sort of," he managed to answer, glad the teacher had walked in and it was time for everyone to take their seats.
His second period class was much further from the Art room than Margie's so she was already seated at the table when he got there. He wasted no time with preliminaries. "What did you tell Taylor?"
Margie smiled and tried to make him realize he'd spoken so loud that the whole class was waiting for her response. "Maybe we should wait until later?" she softly suggested.
When Dennis saw that there were a dozen people waiting for Margie to answer his question, he had to concur. He had to wait 30 minutes before Ms. Ford finished her lecture on the subtleties of color patterns and other abstract stuff he couldn't follow. Margie could look at the big chart with the color wheel and envision it as a pallet. He saw it as a light spectrum and could tell you the frequency and the formula for how to calculate the wavelength. Where she saw style and form, he saw the simplest way to build it. So usually the lectures that bored him were the ones that Margie gave her most attention. Eventually, Ms. Ford opened it up for the class to discuss it amongst themselves.
Dennis opened his text and propped it up like he was about to show something in it to Margie and asked her, "Okay, what did you say to him?"
"Him who?" she responded, having a little fun.
"Taylor. He said you told him a bunch of stuff about me."
She all but ignored his question. "Old news," she said before getting to what she considered most important. "I have a huge surprise for you. Do you ever spend the weekend with a friend? Or at least overnight?"
"Not in a while, but I have."
"Can you think of someone or someplace you could use as an excuse to be out of pocket for a day or two? Especially overnight?"
"Maybe. I'd have to think about it. Why all the mystery?"
She couldn't hold it in any longer and it came out in a gush. "My brother quit his new job and joined the Army and my mom and dad are driving him to wherever it is he's going for basic training. They're leaving this afternoon and won't be home until late Sunday. My friend Connie is coming over. If you want to join us, you're welcome to spend the weekend or as much as you can."
Dennis stretched his creativity to the max and over the next few hours, came up with a plan that might work. If he got caught, he'd be grounded for life and maybe longer, but spending the night with Margie had to be worth any risk he could imagine. He'd never lied to his folks and hoped he wasn't putting it on too heavy in order to make it work.
He started with his mom, since he knew getting her involved and her approval, would make his dad's okay a snap. "Big problemo mom," he started. "I was supposed to take Margie out Saturday night, but I completely forgot the Science Club field trip is this weekend."
"So take her out Friday night," Mary Benson suggested.
"I wish it was that easy. She's got a date Friday night. So it's either her or the field trip. I already paid for the trip, but I'd rather go out with her."
"Is she that important? Aren't you supposed to be the president of the club next year? There are more weekends then there are field trips. Take her out the following weekend."
Dennis let her come up with several suggestions, hoping she'd hit on the right one and he wouldn't have to suggest it himself, and finally, she told him, "Why not ask this Margie if she can go out with her Friday night date on Saturday night and you take her out Friday night. If she really wants to go out with you and you explain the problem, she should be able to help."
"Yeah, that would work!" he told her, getting all excited. "If we went out Friday night, I could leave with the club on Saturday morning! Thanks mom!"
He almost did cartwheels on the way to his bedroom to call Margie and got an even bigger surprise from her than he'd hoped.
"Great!" she told him. "That works perfect. Now we can see that movie that's starting this Friday night and you can come over the next morning. Connie has a date too, so she can't come over until after that and the guy she dates would never understand about what we like to do."
"Which Connie are you talking about?" Dennis asked, remembering that was on his list from the previous evening. "I don't know any Connie that you're friends with at school."
"That's because the Connie that I told you about is Connie McCormick. She lives next door and goes to Saint Agnes. Think 'Denise' would like to dress like a Catholic schoolgirl in a little pleated plaid skirt and white blouse? Connie hates her uniform but I'll bet 'Denise' would love it!"
He'd been trying to find the list while he'd been talking and decided he must have thrown it away. But he remembered that her taunting him about wearing girl's clothes and calling him 'Denise' had been at the top of the list. Every time he went to her house, he was expecting that she'd want to make him dress as a girl and while he'd dreaded the idea at first, he'd come to be disappointed that she never had.
He had another concern at the moment. "What does she look like?' His dad had a friend with a last name like that and they had a daughter about Dennis's age that went to a catholic school and looked like a cartoon dancing hippo. If it was the same girl, that might ruin everything.
"Well, of course she's not as beautiful as me - but she thinks she's prettier. She's bigger than me - about your size I'd say and unless you've secretly been lifting weights or something, I'm sure we can dress you in some of her clothes. And I've got a couple of nighties that I'm sure would fit you. Even over a thick diaper. And you'll drool all over yourself when you see her boobs. I'm sure her bras are too big for you. She calls them, 'boulder-holders' for a good reason."
Images from the previous afternoon flashed through Dennis's head. One in particular, of Margie emerging from his closet wearing only a sexy pair of panties, had been burned in his soul and would last a lifetime. "I think you have the most beautiful boobs ever," he said, completely serious.
"Thank you. You don't think my nipples are too big and ugly?"
"I wish I could spend all day sucking on them," he told her as he rearranged the stiff prick in his pants. He was tempted as always, to pull it out and play with it while he talked to her.
"Good thing I have two of them. That's the same thing Connie said." Then she went on to tell him how Connie was supposed to stay with her while her folks were gone and how the 'no boys' rule had been stressed several times and was definitely to be followed, which meant that this time she would seriously have to dress him up like a girl just in case Connie's parents happened to notice him walk by a window or something and how she'd told her mom that Connie might bring a friend and Connie had told her folks that Margie might have a friend from her school staying over too so that each parent thought the other girl was bringing a friend and how it was all going to be so great!"
It occurred to Dennis that his presence, as the third party, had been explained in advance and obviously well before Margie had bothered to tell him. But he didn't mention it. Instead he asked, "You're really going to dress me up as a girl? And put me in diapers too?"
"Sure. I know you'll love it. Wouldn't you like to wear a diaper to bed and wet it?"
"I did last night. I didn't take off the diaper you put on me until I got ready for school this morning."
"Did it leak? Did you wet the bed?"
"A little," he told her. "It was already leaking before I went to bed."
"I left you some extras. Why didn't you change and put on two before you went to bed. If you wear two or three, you can wet a lot and with three, you waddle like a baby when you walk. Connie is going to try to get enough so we can all wear diapers all weekend. Unless you'd rather just wear my panties? Would you like to get into my panties?" she teased.
Which is exactly what he told her. "You're a tease."
"Maybe I am and maybe I'm not. You'll just have to decide for yourself when the weekend is over."
"But you're really going to make me dress as a girl," he asked yet again. She'd been saying things like that since the first time he'd gone to her house after school and she'd probably called him 'Denise' a hundred times since then. At first it hadn't appealed to him, but the reason it had been at the top of the list was that he'd begun to wonder if she'd ever go through with it. If he were to be completely honest with himself, he had come 180 degrees and was looking forward to being dressed as a girl.
"Dennis," she began, sounding unusually serious. "The whole time you're at my house this weekend, you'll have to look and act like you're girl. If Connie's mom comes over to see how we're doing, you're gonna have to sell her that you're my girlfriend. If she figures out you're a boy and tells my parents, I'll be old enough to vote before I'm allowed to date again. I think you can pull it off if you try, but if you don't think so, then let's not even try."
Dennis thought about it from a different angle. As long as he could remember, there'd been some boy in the neighborhood or at school that had teased him about being a sissy and a little girl. If he had a dollar for every time that had happened he'd take Margie out for a steak dinner every weekend until they graduated. Even among the 'geek group', he'd been teased about sitting like a girl or holding a glass like a girl. But there was a world of difference from being teased about being a girl and actually being able to pass as one.
"I want to do it," he told her, trying to be equally as serious. "But I don't want to take a chance on getting you in trouble. I . . . . You mean . . . . a lot to me."
"Let me worry about it. All you have to do is whatever Connie and I tell you and you'll do fine."
He let it go at that and promised to call her later. His conversation with her had gone past the 15-minute limit by nearly double. Besides, he'd heard his dad come in and it was time for the second part of his act to go on.
After a quick hello to his dad, he rushed in to tell his mom, "You're a genius. Your idea worked perfect. The guy Margie had a date with for Friday night really wanted to take her out Saturday. But I already had a date with her for then, so that's why he asked her out Friday night instead. He was glad to swap date nights and now I can take her out Friday night and go with the club for the rest of the weekend. Thanks."
"Wait a minute. I don't recall you mentioning that you'd be gone all weekend. Where are you going?"
"I'm not sure. I wasn't on the committee for this. Danny, Bobby and Harold set it all up with Mr. Watson. We're going to a planetarium at some university and then out in the mountains to look at stars all night. Oh, that reminds me I'm supposed to come up with some plastic." Then before she could ask any more questions he might not have an answer for, he scooted off to talk to his dad.
"Pops, I need a favor."
"Pops?" he responded, raising his head and his eyebrows. "Where did that come from? Let's not get too big for your britches."
"Okay, dad, I need a favor."
"Well naturally that would depend on the favor. This is NOT a good time to ask for money, or a car, or anything that costs money."
"Oh I don't need money. I need a piece of plastic. Actually I need two pieces of plastic. I know you usually have some in the garage."
"Yeah, I should have a roll of that stuff we use for siding. How big a piece do you need?"
"Big enough for a ground cover - whatever that is."
"You're going camping?"
"I guess. Mr. Watson said the only thing he needed to come up with by this weekend was two big pieces of plastic for ground covers and I told him I'd ask you because I knew you had some."
"Remember the time your Uncle Mac and I took you camping? A ground cover was what you call the plastic tarp I put under our tent. How big are the tents?"
Dennis shrugged. "Don't know. There are six or seven of us from the Science Club, plus Mr. Watson, going up in the mountains to look at stars."
"Then I'm going to make a guess that you're using two four-man tents. If the tents are 8 foot square, two pieces, 10 x 10 should work. How soon do you need them?"
"By Saturday morning."
"Okay. Ask tomorrow if two pieces that are 10 foot square will work and if he says yes, I'll cut them out for you tomorrow night."
Dennis couldn't hide his excitement. "Thanks pops - I mean dad."
Norm Benson was amazed to see his son excited about going camping. Maybe there was hope for him yet. The last time he'd taken Dennis camping the boy had acted more like a girl. Maybe this weekend would make a man out of him he thought hopefully. He would have been VERY disappointed to know how far he was from the truth.
"Everything is cool on this end," Dennis told Margie a few minutes later. "I even came up with an idea for getting a couple of pieces of plastic from my dad." Then he told her the whole story he'd given his mom and dad.
"That is so cool!" she told him. "That gives me an idea too. We could strip my brother's bed down and put the mattress on the floor in the den and camp out in there."
Before they hung up, Margie had hinted at other surprises and continued it the next day at school, making poor Dennis more anxious and eager every time they saw one another. All Margie had to do was wink at Dennis and the modest young man would blush - and get an instant hard on. He was counting down the hours to the weekend much like he had the minutes, a few months earlier when Margie had first invited him to her house.
There was one bit of logistics that he still needed to cover in order to make it work. He had to get from his house to Margie's on Saturday morning and it had to appear to his parents that he was leaving on a Science Club field trip. He'd planned to get Lester to pick him up but Lester had gotten himself grounded for two weeks for something he'd done and didn't want to talk about. The other members of the geek group that Dennis felt like he could trust either had some other commitment or didn't have a vehicle. He planned to hide one of the pieces of plastic in his room and carry the other, with a change of clothes so he could walk if he had to. But then one of his parents might volunteer to drive him.
Margie came up with a solution. "Have your mom drop you off at school and I'll pick you up there. The band is having a toy drive combined with a bake & barbecue sale Saturday morning and I'm supposed to be there anyway. There'll be bunches of people coming and going. Just put everything in a backpack and tell her you'll call if you need a ride home Sunday."
Dennis decided that maybe he should have a surprise of his own for Margie and he pulled that off Friday night. They were about three-fourths of the way through the movie Margie wanted to see when Dennis suddenly slumped down in his seat to where his butt was nearly off the edge, held the position for a minute or more, then as he sat back up, he grinned at Margie and whispered, "I hope it doesn't leak."
She knew immediately what he'd done and smiled at him, sharing his secret. She tried to concentrate on the movie, but Dennis, who was now sitting smugly in his seat like nothing had happened, had made concentration impossible for her. She dropped a hand in his lap and squeezed his crotch, finding the bulk she'd expected. "Did you wear all of them at once?" she whispered.
"Just two. I have two left." Then he dropped a hand in her lap and began to feel around.
"What are you doing?" she hissed.
He whispered back. "Just checking to see if you wore a diaper too."
"You know damn well I didn't - you pervert. You just want to play with my pussy." But while she acted like she was offended, she made no effort to stop him and even spread her legs slightly, waiting until she felt herself getting aroused before lifting his hand and putting it back on the chair rail.
Dennis had expected there might be a make-out session in store for him after the movie. When Margie insisted he take her straight home instead, he got even more excited, thinking sure she intended to invite him in. His disappointment was obvious when he got her to her door and a three way conversation with Connie evolved instead.
Connie had seen them pull up. She'd been teasing Margie about being Margie's chaperone for the weekend and had decided to have some fun. She watched their distorted images through the peephole and as soon as she saw them lean in like they were going to kiss, she flung open the door and spoke in a stern voice with one hand on her hip. "What have I told you about kissing on the first date?"
The surprised couple separated instantly. Margie knew it was Connie having fun, but Dennis had met Mrs. Bradley only once - and briefly. He'd never met Connie and wasn't absolutely sure there hadn't been some giant change in plans. In the dark doorway, the woman barking at them could easily have been Mrs. Bradley. But when both girls started giggling, he realized someone was playing a joke.
And they weren't done. Margie decided to carry the joke a little further. "Well gosh," she camped. "He's already played with my pussy. Shouldn't I at least thank him and give him a good night kiss?"
Connie continued to act stern but was having a hard time keeping a straight face. "Oh, well in that case, as long as he plays with mine too, I guess it would be alright."
Dennis stared at Connie, wondering if she might possibly be serious. Finally Connie told him, "SO KISS her you dummy." But by then, they were all laughing too hard for anyone to be romantic.
Margie gave Dennis a peck on the cheek and told him, "I'm sure you've figured out that this is Connie."
"I was sure hoping it wasn't your mom."
Connie quipped to Margie, "I guess that means he doesn't want to play with your mom's pussy."
"ALRIGHT! That's enough. Let's not go there." Margie told them.
Connie smiled at her. "Isn't that sort of what I said? He doesn't want to go there."
Margie grabbed the door out of Connie's hands, shutting it in her face. "You better go," she told Dennis. "She only gets worse."
Before Dennis could respond, there was a muffled voice through the door saying, "Last night in bed you said I was getting better!"
"See what I mean," Margie told him. "I'm supposed to help with the bake sale or barbecue or toy drive or whatever it is at 8 am. And we're supposed to be done by noon or so, but I could probably leave at any time. I've got the use of my mom's car so come find me after your folks drop you off." Then she gave him another peck on the cheek and a pat on his padded butt. "And keep your diaper on," she added. "I want to find you wet when I get you home."
Saturday morning, Dennis's dad thought of something that hadn't occurred to Dennis. He had to leave early to get to the job site and came to Dennis's room first, almost catching Dennis in his soggy diaper. "I got out your sleeping bag," his dad told him. "It's on the couch. It'll be cold in the mountains."
"I think Mr. Watson was supposed to be bringing all that stuff," Dennis told him, thinking quickly. If his mom dropped him off at school with a backpack, he was sure no one would notice. But if he were carrying around a sleeping bag, it would be hard to explain.
"Take your own," his dad said with authority. "I bought you a real good one and you've only used it the one time."
"Yes sir," he told him, glad at least that he'd gotten into his warm-up pants before his dad had come in his room.
He had another moment of panic when he got to school and his mom decided it was cold enough that he should wait in the car for the others. Dennis dodged that bullet by explaining he was over an hour early because Margie was supposed to be there with the rest of the cheer squad. His mom had responded with a nod and comment about 'should have known' and then told him to have a fun weekend. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, Dennis was on his own for over 24 hours without any adult supervision.
But he still had to find something to do with the cumbersome sleeping bag and wondered if there was a chance he could get into the part of the building where his locker was at and stuff the bag in there. He knew it would be tight, but it was worth a try. He got help from an unexpected source.
Taylor had his hand on Dennis's shoulder before Dennis ever saw him coming. Dennis nearly jumped out of his skin. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. What's with the sleeping bag? I thought you were spending the weekend with Margie? You decide to go camping instead?"
He could have asked how Taylor knew about his weekend plans, but he could figure that out on his own. It wouldn't have surprised him if Margie had told Taylor everything they had planned and wondered if Taylor knew Dennis was still in his soggy, overnight diaper. But instead of getting into a discussion about all that, he explained, "My folks think I'm going camping. My dad insisted I take my own bag."
"You'll look silly carrying that around with you. I know Margie thought she could leave early, but they just told us we have to stay until noon. Want to stash it in my car?"
Dennis could see that Margie was on the far side of the gathering of students, parents, and faculty. Any suggestion that would keep him from having to walk through the throng with a backpack in one hand and a sleeping bag in the other was a great idea to Dennis. "Yeah, sure. I'd really appreciate it."
"Mmm," Taylor teased. "Maybe later you can show me how much."
Dennis knew exactly what Taylor was hinting and surprised them both. "Sure, I'll be glad to," he said, leaving them to walk in silence to Taylor's car, each thinking his own thoughts.
Later, as Dennis whiled away the time, mingling with students and family that were there for the event, he noticed that he got a smile and wink from Taylor as often as he did from Margie. Twice as the morning wore on, Dennis had to excuse himself to use the boy's room, certain that the diaper he had on, the same one he'd peed in at the movie the previous night and a couple of times after that, wouldn't hold another drop. He discovered that diapers were not designed to allow a person to use the toilet instead of the diaper. Each time he managed to get it done, but with difficulty, and when his bowels began to rumble, he knew he had a real problem.
There'd been some stigma to overcome, being a 17-year-old boy wearing a diaper, but once past that, Dennis had discovered wearing and wetting a diaper was really enjoyable. But no way was he about to take a dump in one - especially if he was going to have to wear it for a while. And he was sure if he took off the diaper he was wearing in order to sit on the toilet, he'd never be able to get it back in place to where it would stay on him. Not only were the tapes on the side starting to pull away and tear from when he'd had to push the waist down so he could pee, the absorbent material inside the diaper was starting to crumble up from being wet and Dennis walking around so much.
He was weighing his options when he saw Margie, followed by Connie, making a beeline for him. As soon as she was within hearing distance, she told him, "Let's go before they change their minds."
"I thought you weren't going to be able to leave early?" he asked as they hustled him toward the parking lot.
"I reminded Mrs. Gaston that we had to be at school early Monday for skit rehearsal so she said any of us involved in putting on the Christmas skit could leave if we wanted."
"Do I have to be there? You said that was going to be the big favor I owed you and you've never said anything else about it."
Connie joined the conversation. "Y'all are doing a Christmas skit? Please tell me it's not another nativity scene. St. Agnes does the SAME skit every year. They even laminated the scripts so they could use them over again and again."
"What we're doing is a parody on the nativity scene. It's gonna be really funny."
"Why do you need me?" Dennis asked. "I took a semester of speech but not any drama."
"No acting necessary. You're going to be the baby. All you have to do is walk around in a diaper, lay in a crib for two scenes, and that's it."
The thought that he'd have a good reason to be able to wear a diaper in front of the rest of the student body excited him. It also reminded him of his problem. "I really have to go!"
"That's what diapers are for," Connie told him. "To see how wet you can get."
The girls thought that was humorous but lost their smiles when he told them, "Does that include messy diapers?"
That caused both girls to screw up their faces and make some version of, "Eewwh, no,"
"Then you better hurry."
Margie didn't break the speed limit, but she used every mile-per-hour she was allowed and in just a few minutes, she was pulling into her garage with Dennis kneeling on the back floorboard.
Margie and Connie laughed when Dennis took off like a shot and he made it to the bathroom that was between Margie's room and her brother's with barely a moment to spare. The wet diaper was still around his ankles when the girls followed a minute or two later. He was startled to have them walk in on him, but so relieved - in every sense of the word - that he just sat there wondering what they were up to.
At first, they pretty much ignored him, talking about Connie's date from the previous evening as they began drawing a bath. Dennis assumed the bath was for one or both of them and wondered how long he could get away with sitting quietly to one side, observing. He was smarter than that, but in the presence of females, even the smartest of men can loose it.
While Connie was trying to find Margie's box of bubble bath, Margie turned to Dennis. "Alright Miss 'Denise', time to get you started on your weekend."
Dennis looked from one to the other and suddenly felt a tremor of trepidation. He wasn't sure if it was caused by the gleam in their eyes or the little pink razor in Margie's hand. Connie helped him pull off his sweatshirt without his having to get up and Margie helped by untying his shoes so she could remove them, his sweatpants, and the soggy diaper. Then he asked what had to be one of the all-time stupidest of questions, considering he was now naked and the girls were still fully dressed.
In a rather meek voice, he said, "You want me to get in the tub?"
"Trust me," Connie told him, "It's a lot easier to shave that way."
"Shave what?"
"Your legs mostly. Your arms too I suppose - and definitely the hair under your arms," Margie told him pulling him to his feet.
Connie added, "And you might as well get those two or three hairs between your boobs."
Then the girls had to laugh as Dennis automatically dropped his hands to his genitals. They weren't sure if it was a sudden show of modesty or fear of loosing what little pubic hair he had. It still seemed funny to them. "You afraid we might shave it off?" Connie teased.
"What about gym?" he asked, realizing how different he'd look in gym shorts and naked in the shower.
"You'll have a good excuse. The Christmas skit - remember? You're going to play baby Jesus. Babies don't talk, so all you have to do is stand around in a diaper. Won't that be cool? Getting to wear a diaper in front of the whole school and having a good excuse so no one will be able to tease you about it?"
Dennis seriously doubted that he wouldn't be teased - no matter how good the excuse. The idea had excited him when she told him earlier, but now that he'd had time to think about it, he wasn't so sure. "Why not use one of the cheer squad? Like Taylor? Or Calvin? He's smaller than I am."
Margie looked him in the eye and in a slightly sterner voice than she'd been using, reminded him, "We have four men on the squad and four men's roles. We needed one extra guy and you promised me a big favor so I told everyone you'd do it."
Connie asked, "I thought you weren't doing the nativity thing?"
"We're not - exactly. Instead of Bethlehem, we're setting it in a LA barrio. Taylor does a great Mexican accent and he's going to be the father, 'Jose'. I'm going to be 'Marisa', the mother, and the wise men are going to be people trying to get them to buy Christmas junk instead of things they need for their family. Calvin is going to be a store manager at Wal*Mart and instead of bearing gifts, he's going to have some discount coupons and . . ."
"I get it," Connie told her. "Humor with a message."
"Right. One of the girls wrote the script and it's hilarious." Then she turned to Dennis. "Now all we have to do is get baby Jesus ready for rehearsal." She used the Spanish pronunciation, 'Hay-Zeus'.
By then, Connie had the foaming bubble bath whipped into a lather and after testing the water one more time, Margie told him, "In.
Surprisingly, Dennis was able to endure the whole bath and shaving thing without popping a boner and didn't feel the first pangs of excitement until after they had him back in diapers and were putting bloomer style panties on him.
Margie explained. "These go with the nightie you'll wear tonight. But they look cute over your diaper and we can't have Denise running around with her diaper showing."
Dennis doubted he'd be doing any running. Connie had brought a whole armload of diapers and they'd put three on him at once, puncturing the inner two so he could begin peeing in them. His walk was more of a waddle and running was definitely out of the picture. Then they'd dressed him as 'Denise', complete with a padded bra, put makeup on him, and combed his hair out in a feminine style. A few hours later, he'd settled comfortably into his role as one of the girls and his excitement was growing. But the girls were still wearing the clothes they'd had on that morning. He'd visualized a weekend of wild non-stop sex and so far, the closest they'd come to it was Connie rubbing baby powder on his crotch while Margie teased her about enjoying it too much. They'd talked at the time about diapering each other, but hadn't said when. So when the movie they'd been watching was over, he asked.
"I thought both of y'all were going to wear diapers too?"
Margie looked at Connie and asked, "Before we go eat or after?"
Connie gave her a shrug. "Either is fine. Before would be cool. That way we can all sit there pissing in our diapers and none of the other people will know why we're smiling big time."
Dennis came full alert. "Sit where?"
Margie calmed him down with a smile, hug, and explanation. "At supper. Don't panic. We're not going anywhere we might run into guys from school."
"Maybe 'Denise' would love to run into some guys," Connie teased. "Or have some guys from school run it into her."
Margie shook her head. "Don't be silly. 'Denise' already has a date for tonight."
Dennis looked at her. "She does?"
"Of course. You were in such a rush to get here and get dressed as 'Denise' that you left all your stuff in Taylor's car. He's bringing it by at 7."
Dennis was aware that Margie knew the real reason for the rush had nothing to do with his desire to dress as 'Denise', but let that go. He knew she was teasing him again. There was something bothering him more than her implication. For some reason Dennis was more worried about Margie getting in trouble, than he was about Taylor seeing him dressed as a girl in diapers. He was beginning to see Taylor as a kindred spirit. "I thought your folks had said you weren't supposed to have any boys over here. Are you going to dress up Taylor too?"
Margie nodded and explained. "True. But my mom has met Taylor and the first thing she asked me was if he was gay. So I don't think she's too worried about him to begin with. I told her Taylor might have to come over this weekend to practice our lines for the skit and if we couldn't do it here, I'd have to go to his house. She thought here would be better - if Connie was going to be here. I told her Connie would and would probably bring a friend of hers from school. My mom thinks all girls at a Catholic school are pure and chaste and that Connie is a good influence on me. So Taylor has been pre-approved."
"I AM a good influence," Connie interjected. But she couldn't keep a straight face when she asked, "Who taught you to eat pussy?"
Margie put her hand on her hip, cocked her head like she was about to scold her friend, and then with a big grin she couldn't hold back, told her, "That is NOT what we were talking about. Besides, I'm still a virgin and you're not!"
It was the main topic in Dennis's mind. FINALLY they were getting around to at least talking about sex and before the subject changed, Dennis quickly asked Connie, in a shy, feminine voice, "Will you teach me?"
Connie smiled at him. "You have a date and besides, Margie's told me how much more you love to eat boys instead of girls."
Dennis was about to object, but Margie did it for him. "We don't know that's true yet. We know she's a good little cocksucker - but we still have to find out how much she likes to eat pussy. If she's a good girl and does what we tell her, we can find out for sure tonight."
To Dennis, the implications were clear: behave today - eat pussy tonight. He supposed that was almost like being married. In addition, he could see that much of this weekend had been planned well before any of it was mentioned to him, as well as his involvement in the skit, which probably went back as far as his admitting he'd worn diapers at a much later age than most kids. Knowing what he knew now, he felt sure that there would have been an excuse of some sort for Taylor to come over that night, even if he hadn't left his things in Taylor's car.
It had never occurred to him at the time, but it would have been simpler for Connie to meet him when his mom dropped him off and have Connie take him to Margie's car to put away his things. He could see now that running into Taylor had been no accident nor had Taylor's remark about 'showing his appreciation'. However it played out, Dennis was sure that Taylor already knew he was coming over to get blown by 'Denise' with Margie and Connie watching. And if he thought about it, Margie's brother suddenly joining the Marines one day and leaving the next day seemed bizarre. Margie probably knew about that weeks ago too.
Leaving was always an option, but one Dennis never considered. Not because he'd have to leave dressed as 'Denise'. What kept him firmly in place was his growing desire to do all the things that Margie and Connie had implied were in store for him - Taylor included. Smiling at the girls, he asked, "Who gets diapered first?"
They exchanged grins and Connie offered, "I suppose we could give him a little taste of things to come."
Margie shook her head. "Do they teach bad puns at St. Agnes?" Then she turned to Dennis. "Come on sweetie. I did promise you that. But you only get one minute now. Later you can have as long as you like. In fact, you and Connie can take turns all night long if you want."
Connie put both hands on her hips and asked, "What about me?"
"Oh I'm sure your pissy pussy will get lots of attention." Then she turned to Dennis, explaining, "She loves to have her pussy licked after she's wet her panties - or a diaper. We both do."
Dennis had to smile at that and it gave him an idea. "Then shouldn't I taste both of you now, before you put diapers on, so I'll be able to tell if you taste better after you've peed?"
Connie grinned and told her, "Now I know why you love this guy," making Margie and Dennis both blush. They'd been dancing around the 'L' word and neither had the courage to comment.
In Dennis's opinion, the minute apiece the girls allotted him had to be two of the shortest minutes ever recorded. Connie went first and almost immediately gave Dennis a compliment. "For a boy, he's pretty good." He was much more interested in impressing Margie, but almost as soon as he began, she told him, "That's enough." He was afraid he'd done something terribly wrong and they'd both assured him that wasn't the case.
"We have a long night ahead of us," Margie told him, blushing for some reason, "And we don't want to get too excited too soon."
He was allowed to help powder them both and that had been fun. He'd dumped an extra big puff of the baby powder on Connie's red muff and almost turned it white before spreading it around her crotch. So when it was Margie's turn, she took the baby powder away from him, but did allow him to rub it around.
Supper turned out to be an incredibly exciting experience for 'Denise'. He'd managed to talk them into going to 'Sonic' so he could stay in the car, but they'd run into a couple of guys that Connie knew. He suspected at first that had been planned too, but when they turned down Connie's offer to jump in back with 'Denise', he realized it wasn't a part of the plan and was disappointed. Then he'd begun to loose confidence that he was passable as a girl and suspected the guys had either knocked him off as a boy or thought him too ugly as a girl.
For the full hour between the time they got back to Margie's house and Taylor's scheduled arrival at 7, 'Denise' paced and fretted and checked her appearance a dozen times, just like a real girl having her first date. Margie and Connie continuously bolstered his confidence, telling him how cute he looked. They'd decided to change him into one of Connie's school uniforms and the lacy, ruffled, bloomer panties were very visible under the pleated skirt any time Denise twirled. As a result, he spent a good part of that hour spinning in circles and looking in the mirror.
They debated as to whether Denise should answer the door, and decided, just in case Connie's folks happened to be watching, that Margie should do it. So Denise was sitting demurely - or as close as he could come to demurely, considering how nervous he was - and was introduced to Taylor like they were strangers.
"Taylor, this is my friend Denise, the girl I said that's been wanting to meet you. Isn't she just as cute as I told you she'd be?"
"Yeah, she's hot," Taylor said, staring at Dennis.
Dennis beamed with satisfaction, seeing the look of lust on Taylor's face. It wasn't like either boy was worried about seducing the other. They both knew what they were there for. What made Dennis so happy was seeing the look of pure animalistic sexual craving on the other boys face. He'd seen a glimmer of it a few times, like that morning in the parking lot, but never like this. He almost jumped up and ran to shake the other boys hand.
Then, what was supposed to be a simple handshake became a hug and the hug became more passionate, with the two grinding against one another.
"Shit, I think they're gonna get it on right here," Connie commented.
Margie laughed but the boys, still hugging, ignored them. Instead, Taylor told Denise, "You really do look good. I thought you might look funny with make-up, but you don't. You really, really look good."
"Thank you," Denise said, in as feminine a voice as possible. "You look good too."
Connie slid behind Denise and whispered loudly, "Good enough to eat?"
The boys weren't sure who she was talking to so they both smiled and nodded, without ever breaking eye contact. Dennis wondered if Taylor could feel how hard he'd gotten and decided, because he had on a diaper, that Taylor probably couldn't. But he was sure that every time they twisted so that 'Denise's' bare thigh was between Taylor's legs, he could feel Taylor's stiff excitement.
Margie didn't want them moving too fast and told Dennis, "Denise, model your outfit for him. Show him how cute you look."
Dennis knew that was a cue to spin and show off his panties. But not before he was able to get a quick feel, dropping the hand he had around Taylor's waist and letting it brush across the bulge in the front of Taylor's slacks, confirming that Taylor was every bit as excited about this 'date' as Denise.
The girls let Denise spin and twirl and bring them cokes to drink, all the while making comments about how cute and sexy she looked. Then, deciding not to waste any more time, since Taylor was only allowed a two-hour visit, Margie suggested, "Denise, wouldn't you like to show Taylor how much you appreciate his looking after your things for you?"
'Denise' was seated between the two girls on the couch and Taylor was across from them at an angle in Margie's dad's chair. After a quick look around at everyone, Denise rose and moved slowly to kneel in front of Taylor. Taylor never hesitated to make things easier for Denise, and undid his belt-less slacks at the waist while Denise worked on unzipping the fly. Denise got a surprise when he saw that Taylor was wearing panties.
"Recognize them?" Margie asked from over his shoulder. Denise had been concentrating on getting to the source of the bulge in Taylor's slacks and hadn't noticed that both Margie and Connie had followed and were kneeling just behind him. "Those are just like the panties I had on the other day when you licked my pussy. I told Taylor how much you liked that and he thought it would be a cute idea for him to wear panties when you licked him. So I told him where to get them."
By that time Dennis was so turned on that he would have been glad to lick Taylor, no matter what he was wearing. And he was amazed that some of the excitement came from his being dressed as 'Denise'. Sucking Lester had been fun, but not much more than a sexy substitute for mutual masturbation. Dressing as Denise and sucking Taylor's cock was the real thing. Pure, lust driven sex! As he began licking Taylor's panty crotch and worked his tongue along the nylon-covered shaft, he shuddered with excitement, almost cumming in his diaper. When he got up above the waistband of the panties and his tongue made contact with the pre-cum leaking from Taylor's cock head, it pushed 'Denise' over the edge.
He dropped one hand in his lap to squeeze his diaper-covered cock, as it spurted wads of jism in his soggy diaper. As he filled his diaper with cum, he held the head of Taylor's cock in his mouth, savoring the feeling. He could barely breath, but it wasn't because the prick between his lips was choking him. Dennis had never ejaculated as quickly or as strongly as he had just done. When his own spasms ended, he let Taylor's cock slip from between his lips while he caught his breath. His lust for sucking cock had waned considerably now that he'd cum, but in the length of time it took for his breathing to return to normal, so did his desire to please the boy in front of him and his audience behind him.
Margie helped, whispering in his ear, "Did my sissy baby make cum-cums in his diaper? Now you have to help your boyfriend make cum-cums too." Then she used her hand to pull the waist of Taylor's panties down further, so that his entire cock was standing proudly before them, and then pointed it at Denise's face. "Don't stop until you can show me a big puddle of his cum on your tongue."
While his lust may have ebbed momentarily, his glazed eyes had never stopped staring at the other boy's cock. With or without Margie's urging, he would have gone back to that beautiful phallus, it's head glistening with saliva and pre-cum, to finish it off.
He resumed slowly, grazing the piss slit with his lips, kissing the head but never parting his lips. Then he stuck out his tongue, like a snake tasting the air, only in this case, his tongue was used to taste the pearls of pre-cum he squeezed out of Taylor's prick. Then he surprised everyone but himself when he swallowed the whole thing. He'd almost done that to Lester a time or two, and he could tell that Taylor was slightly smaller, so he was certain that if he could fight off the gag reflex, he'd be able to take all of Taylor's cock in his mouth. He was right and it earned him a gasp of amazement from Margie and a 'Wow," from Connie. Taylor grunted and muttered something that sounded like, "Oh shit."
Dennis had to back off to breathe, letting the cock slip from between his lips while he took a gulp of air, then he did it again, taking all of the prick in his mouth, adding suction, and then letting it slowly slide back out. Then he began alternating between those deep sucks and several smaller ones, using the shorter ones to breathe through his nose while he flicked his tongue around the sensitive underside of Taylor's erection. He managed several of those cycles before Taylor lost control and his jism flowed in massive spurts.
Dennis wasn't sure how much cum Margie expected to see on his tongue so he was careful not to swallow or spill any. He held the cock head between his lips and slowly milked Taylor, wanting to squeeze out every precious drop. Then when Taylor fought to pull away, he let him go and turned to Margie on his right and opened his mouth as wide as possible.
Her face beamed with approval as she asked, "Taste good?"
Dennis nodded and smiled back.
"Then go ahead and swallow it - you sexy slut."
He did - several times. The lingering flavor was so strong that he wasn't sure if he'd swallowed it all the first time.
Then in another move that surprised them all, Margie leaned in closer and kissed Dennis, forcing his lips to open with her tongue so they could share the flavor. The two began to kiss so passionately that Connie and Taylor were forgotten until several moments later, when Taylor, who'd managed to stand and pull his pants up without disturbing the kneeling love-birds, said, "I've got to go pee and get going. I told my folks I'd only be gone an hour."
Margie remembered what had happened between Lester and Dennis when Lester had been leaving and had wished she could have seen it. This was her chance. Speaking to Taylor, but looking Denise in the eye, she said, "You can pee right here. Use her mouth or her diaper or both."
Taylor looked down at them. He'd had many more experiences with other boys than Dennis, but had never heard of anything like Margie was suggesting. It sounded weird - but in a way, exciting too. He felt funny pulling his cock back out. He hadn't been at all embarrassed to expose himself for a blowjob, but for some reason he blushed pulling out his prick to pee. He wasn't used to wearing panties and Margie helped again.
Dennis also remembered the incident at his front door with Lester and how it had surprised him at first, but had turned him on when he thought about it later. Yet he remained frozen in place until Margie spoke to him.
"Go ahead. But try not to get the rug wet. I don't know how I'd explain that one to my folks." Then she turned to Connie, saying, "Help me hold her skirt out of the way."
From their positions on each side of Denise, they were able to hold up the hem of his skirt with one hand and pull out the waist of his diaper and bloomers with the other. By the time Taylor was able to get his piss flow started, he had two holes to aim it at: Denise's gapping mouth and the space between his belly and diaper.
Using his fingers to pinch off the flow, Taylor was able to alternate between the two places with very little missing the mark. He'd pee in Denise's mouth, stop, and while Denise swallowed, would shoot a stream into the front of his diaper. Then when Denise opened his mouth again, he'd give him another mouthful. By the time Taylor's bladder was drained, they could all see the head of Denise's cock rising up like a small animal crawling from it's hole.
Under more normal circumstances for him, Taylor might have kissed Denise goodbye. But he was still confused over his first experience with piss play and kissing the mouth of someone that had just drank his pee didn't appeal to him. Merely shaking the other boy's hand seemed out of place too. So he stroked Denise's cheek, thanked him for the great head, and in moments was gone.
When the three were alone again, Margie turned to Denise and whispered huskily, "I've GOT to learn to suck like that."
Denise grinned and nodded and without saying a word, held up three fingers, his grin becoming more of a smirk.
Margie caught the implication immediately. She grinned back and nodded in agreement. She was more than ready to fulfill her part of their bargain - and more. Then she held up her hand and extended just one finger, enjoying the look of surprise and amazement on her sissy slut's face as he figured out what she was implying.
To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com