Fourth of July

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.

Fourth of July

Part Two

by Amber Fountaine

Had the boys been allowed inside the house during the time they were out in the backyard having their own discussion, they would have heard at least part of Susan's plan for the rest of their weekend, the coming week, and possibly longer.

"Great!" Susan almost screamed in the phone to her friend Jill. "I was sure if you asked, they'd let you. I know when my folks go out, they're usually in a lovey-dovey mood when they get home. Your mom and dad probably jumped at the chance to have the house to themselves tonight."

With the boys in the backyard, Susan had moved from the living room to the kitchen phone, while Jill had been gone to ask her parent's permission to do her babysitting for the evening at Susan's house. She was raiding the refrigerator, nibbling on some of the party leftovers, watching the boys out the back window, and listening on the phone as Jill made her lewd comments about what her parents might want to do that night without children in the house. Considering what they might get into with the two boys, Jill's parent's plans were sure to be bland in comparison. Susan smiled at that thought - then almost dropped the phone.

"Oh shit Jill! You wouldn't believe what those perverts are doing now," Susan said, interrupting her friend. "They just walked off in the grass next to the pool and peed in the panties I gave them to wear and . . . . . . Oh my god! Now they're rubbing their cocks together through the wet panties like we do when we . . . . Shit! . . . . . I'm gonna go stop them - you hurry and get over here! We can go to the store later."

If ever a little girl fit the definition of 'precocious', it was Judy, Jill's baby sister. She was old to still be in diapers - something Susan could sympathize with - but way young to be able to talk with a vocabulary that rivaled her teenage sister. One thing for certain, she was cute as a button in her little short dress and ruffled diaper cover. And the repartee she had with the boys had all of them laughing.

The boys had been allowed to put on shorts over their wet panties, mostly because of Judy's presence. Judy had a habit of repeating things to Jill's folks that as often as not, Jill would just as soon not be mentioned. Jill didn't want to have to explain why Susan's brother and his friend were running around in pissy wet panties. It hadn't taken the youngster long to realize the boys were taking orders from the younger girls and ask why.

"How come you let her be the boss?" Judy asked Sid when he'd jumped to do Susan's bidding.

Instead of giving an answer - he could hardly tell a pre-schooler, "because my sister has a picture of me having sex with my buddy," as truthful though it may be. Instead, Sid had tried to deflect the question with, "Aren't you a little old to be wearing diapers?"

"Aren't you a little old to be looking at my underwear," Judy had countered, sending them all into laughter.

It also gave Susan and Jill the perfect opportunity to put the plan they'd concocted into motion.

Jill began by telling them, "I don't think you two ought to be teasing my little sister about wearing diapers after what I've heard. Seems to me like both of you should be in diapers too."

"I think you're right," Susan chimed in, like the idea had just occurred to them, instead of when they'd been on the phone and she'd seen the boys wet themselves. "Looks like when they've been drinking beer they can't control themselves. We probably shouldn't be letting them sit on the furniture."

Jill coaxed her little sister. "What do you think Judy? Do you suppose we ought to put those dirty old boys in diapers? Maybe if we dress them up like little girls they'll learn how to behave and play nice like you do?"

Judy acted like that was the greatest idea she'd ever heard. "Yes! Yes!" she said with the enthusiasm she normally used only when asked if she wanted an extra serving of dessert. "Mommy said she wasn't happy 'cause the boys were gonna be here. If we made them be little girls, that would make her happy too."

"I'll bet you're right!" Jill told her and gave Judy a hug. She loved the way her little sister showed enthusiasm for anything. But she didn't want Judy to run home and tell their folks about the boys being put in diapers, even if she did think it would make their mother happy. "It will have to be our secret Okay? If we tell mommy and daddy we made the boys be little girls, it would make them happy. But then they'll tell the boy's mommies and daddies and the boys will get in trouble. We don't want the boys to get in trouble. We just want them to behave and act like good little girls. If mommy and daddy ask if the boys behaved, we'll tell them they did and not say it was because they were dressed and behaved like little girls. Okay?"

Judy smiled up at her big sister, glad to be part of the older girls plan, and told her with a conspiring grin, "Okay."

Susan had been quietly watching it all, then turned to the boys. "Okay?" Susan asked them without smiling. They'd been sitting quietly too, but grinning like it was all some big joke, and she wanted them to understand that she and Jill were absolutely serious.

Rob looked at Sid who seemed to have suddenly lost both color and speaking ability. Yet Sid wasn't giving any indication that he wouldn't go along with the girls plan. So Rob turned to Susan and told her, with a shrug like it was no big thing, "Sure." Then he nodded at the little girl and told Susan, "But I really don't think any of her stuff is going to fit us."

"Of course not," Susan explained. "That was never our intention. We had been thinking about taking you shopping to get your own things anyway. Then when I saw you pee in your panties, we deci . . . ."

"They peed their panties?" Judy interrupted, asking gleefully.

"I told you they were bad boys," Jill told her sister. "They dress up in girls clothes anyway so we're going to train them to be good little girls like you."

Judy seemed to love that idea and Susan continued, " We decided that instead of dressing you sissies like big girls, we would put you in diapers and treat you like little girls and see if you can behave yourselves that way. And don't worry about where we'll get things for you to wear. There's a medical supply house near the hospital that has adult rubber pants like the one's mom had to get for Aunt Mildred when she got out of the hospital. We can make big diapers for you out of that stack of old towels mom keeps in the garage."

Then as an aside to her brother she said, "And I know dad gave you a bunch of money to use while they're gone this coming week, so don't even try to tell me you don't have any money. If you two behave, we won't have to tell mom and dad what we spent it on."

His sister knew him well, Sid thought, as his mouth opened and closed wordlessly. He didn't think his sister had known about the money and not having any money was exactly the excuse he was going to use. "Okay," he finally agreed softly.

"Yes Susan," she reminded him and waited, smiling now, for him to repeat it.

Then the girls debated among themselves as to what the boys should wear for their shopping trip. Susan wanted to put them in bras, knowing that Sid sometimes wore one of hers. Jill pointed out that baby girls don't wear bras and if the sissies wanted to become big girls they'd have to earn the privilege. The only thing they agreed on right from the get-go was that the boys, now to be called Bobbi and Cindi for the rest of the week, would have to remain in the wet panties until they could put them in diapers.

"No sense in letting them wet anything else," Susan pointed out. "But I do think they should wear blouses instead of t-shirts, don't you? And I'll bet mom has some extra sandals that will fit them too. We can wait until we get back to paint their fingernails and toenails."

"Me too! Me too!" Judy chanted, wanting in on the dress-up fun and getting a big smile and approval from the older girls.

Not surprisingly, the boys seemed to have lost their smile. In their opinion, this was quickly turning into something much different than they'd hoped for. They'd assumed the girls would make them go down on each other in front of them and they were okay with that - excited about it actually - but they didn't want to show it. And if the girls wanted them to wet themselves or each other, they were more than willing to do that too. Even the prospect of being dressed in girl's clothes seemed exciting -including this new business about diapers and little girl clothes. That didn't seem to be too bad of an idea and in fact seemed to offer some interesting possibilities - especially if the girls did the diapering. After all, if it turned the girls on, there was always the outside chance they'd get laid. Sid lusted for Jill as much as Rob was in heat for Sid's sister.

However, doing any of it in front of the little girl seemed to ruin all of it for them since they knew for sure that Jill would never permit them to do anything sexual in front of her. To the boys, doing something sexual was the whole purpose in doing any of this stuff in the first place. As long as sex was involved in some way or form, almost anything could be made to seem like fun. Now, with little Judy around, the fun seemed to be going out of this weekend in a hurry.

Jill seemed to realize Sid's reluctance was based on Judy's presence and she got a sudden and enthusiastic change of heart from Sid when she told him, patting his cheek, "If you're a good little girl Cindi, after we take Judy home tomorrow, we'll let y'all play some big girl games."

That made Judy giggle. Not because she had an inkling of what her sister was hinting at, but because she thought it cute that Sid was being called Cindi. She pointed at Rob and asked, "What do you call him?"

"He's 'Bobbi' when we make him our little girl," Susan answered her.

"Are we going to take 'Cindi' and 'Bobbi' to the store now and are you going to buy something for me?" Judy was proving that females are quite possibly born with a shopping gene that can exhibit itself at an early age.

The shopping trip was successful in everyone's opinion. The boy's major fear had been getting caught by a school friend who might enjoy spreading the word that Rob and Sid had been seen buying lingerie for themselves. But the only school friend they'd run into was at the Medical Supply house. The boys had been embarrassed at first when they found out the young lady that came to help them was someone from their high school graduating class. But she had been very discreet about it, helping each of the boys select two pair of plastic pants large enough to cover a thick diaper, and had gone out of her way to assure the boys that their secret was safe with her, telling them that she would be happy to help them with any of their future diapering needs. "It's sort of depressing to sell this stuff to old people that have to use it," she told them with a wink. "It's a lot more fun to sell it to customers that you know are going to enjoy it."

Sid hadn't been too happy at first when the girls had insisted he pay for some things for Judy out of the money his dad had left in his trust. He had hoped to have quite a bit left over at the end of the week that he could put in his pocket and take to college with him. But the little girl was so cute about it all and looked precious in a sundress that she let 'Cindi' pick out for her. That had eased the pain somewhat, especially when Judy gave him a big hug in the store.

One surprise for both boys had been the cost of a pair of panties. Neither boy had ever been shopping for panties and assumed, since there was less material and work involved in the construction, that a pair of panties should naturally cost less than the regular men's briefs they normally wore. But one pair of panties that 'Bobbi' picked out for himself cost more than Rob's mom had paid for a whole package of Rob's underwear. And a pair that Sid picked out for 'Cindi' had been only a few cents cheaper. "They make some that are plain and cheaper, but you wouldn't like them," Susan had explained.

In all, the girls had each of the guys pick out two or three pair of bikini or hip-hugger panties in their regular size and one pair of briefs, that were a couple of sizes larger, to wear over their diapers and plastic pants. They would have loved to find some ruffled diaper covers like Judy had on, but Judy's were in the largest size available for toddlers and nowhere large enough for the boys needs. In addition, each boy had to select a short nightie or baby-doll nightgown and both boys had selected a baby-doll style with matching panties. Judy had been so complimentary of the way that the boys would look in their new nighties, that it had been the boys that suggested getting a similar nightgown for Judy.

So before the trip was over, well after dark, they'd been in and out of over a dozen stores, mostly divided between two shopping malls, and the boys had pretty much enjoyed their first experience into the world of shopping both as and for a woman. "We'll come back later for your bras and slips and stuff when you prove you're old enough to wear them," Susan had told them, finally concluding their shopping expedition.

And fortunately for Rob and Sid, who were concerned about the way Judy kept insisting that the boys try on all their new things as soon as they got home, she fell asleep in the car on the way and was barely awake when Jill changed her and put her to bed in Sid's' room. Sid didn't protest at all. The first thing the boys thought of, with Sid's bed occupied, was that now they'd have to sleep with the girls in Susan's room. They'd been sporting big-time hard-ons for the whole shopping excursion and had been concerned how Judy might react to seeing that, or to who or what she might say about it if she did. Now all they had to worry about was what Susan and Jill were going to say or do about the boy's obvious excitement.

There was another problem too - they both needed to pee. While shopping, the boys had ducked into a men's room to relieve themselves before the girls could stop them and they'd been chewed out for doing that. They'd been told not to use the bathroom again without permission and they were going to need permission very soon. They'd asked once already and had been told to, "hold it." That had been a while back and they were beginning to wonder how long they were expected to do that. All the beer from earlier was still coming out - or trying to. Sid had suggested that the girls might want them to wet themselves again and Rob had doubted that would fit in the category of 'holding it'. They didn't have long to wait after Judy was put to bed to find out.

After checking a second time to be sure Judy was asleep, Jill told her friend, "I think it's time we got our other little girls ready for bed too!"

Susan was ready for her suggestion, having already brought in a large stack of the white bath towels that her parents kept for when they had parties at the pool. She led the grinning but nervous boys to her room, telling them, "If our little girls behave and play nice with each other, we'll let them stay up and watch some TV."

In the few minutes that Jill had been left to entertain 'Cindi' and 'Bobbi' in the den, Susan had done a quick makeover on her room. Gone from the dresser were most of the accoutrements of a high school girl, replaced instead with a stack of towel/diapers, baby powder, oil, diaper pins, and plastic pants. The bedspread had been removed and the top sheet turned down and on each pillow was one of the baby doll nighties.

"Shouldn't we go pee first?" 'Cindi' asked his little sister and got the reply he'd halfway been expecting.

"Little sissy girls go pee-pee in their diapers. That's why little sissy girls have to wear diapers to begin with," she told him, squeezing his cheeks. "So they don't keep wetting their cute little panties. Now take off your blouse and shorts and lay on the bed and let Jill get you ready for night-night."

Bobbi was glad he wasn't going first. He had no idea what he'd tell his folks if he was to come home unexpectedly and wearing Susan's clothes, but the way the girls seemed to be making it up as they went along, running out the door might be the better option if they got carried away diapering Cindi. He watched cautiously as Jill sat on the bed by Cindi's legs and slowly began pulling off Cindi's panties, after first rubbing her finger in the slick damp spot of pre-cum near the waistband. "Our little sissies seem to like wearing panties," she commented to no one in particular.

"And peeing in them too," Susan added with a smirk and watched the two sissies glance at each other.

To speak or not to speak; Cindi was torn with indecision. Finally he thought of a way to make his remark and to do it without making it seem like a barb that might make the girls mad. "Don't all girls like to pee in their panties and wet the bed?" Cindi asked, feigning innocence.

Now it was Jill and Susan's turn to exchange quick glances. Jill, knowing where Cindi's remark was coming from, that his remark was about the pee play she and Susan enjoyed, smiled at her friend and told her, "I think he was asking you."

Susan, also aware that Cindi was making an oblique reference to the girl's wetting, made an attempt to put on a stern face to reprimand her brother. However, just as she was about to speak, she lost it and broke into a tight-lipped smile. "Yeah, around here I guess they do," she said, trying hard not to laugh. Then she turned her attention to Bobbi and began to help him out of his clothes in preparation for his diapering, at the same time watching Jill pull two of the towels in place under Cindi's butt. 'Cindi's cock was now fully exposed and Susan wanted to see Jill's reaction.

Both Susan and Jill were technically still virgins, a fact that would have completely surprised the boys had they been told. They knew that the boys were probably aware of the shared intimacy between the two teenage girls and from some of the remarks her brother had made, assumed the girls were having sex with boys as well. That was not the case.

Susan had been the more adventurous of the two, having fondled several boys' cocks and jacked off two. She had promised to give her boyfriend Tom a blowjob - and maybe more - this weekend. As yet, Jill hadn't worked up the courage to try anything like that and it was the reason Susan was watching her so intently. She knew her friend had never touched a real, full size cock prior to briefly holding Rob's this afternoon. Susan could sense her combination of arousal, fright, and confusion.

Jill was trying to seem very nonchalant and disinterested as she powdered Cindi's crotch. Susan knew however, that Jill was anything but indifferent to the cock in front of her and with a certain sense of pride, couldn't help but notice once again that her brother had a nice one. She was watching and wondering if Jill was going to have the nerve to actually play with it and in a way, was somewhat disappointed when Jill suddenly pulled away and began folding the towel/diaper so that there would be four layers of material in the front and down through the crotch. Noticing that Susan was watching her, Jill, the more experienced baby sitter, explained, "Boys - even sissy boys - need extra material in the front because that's where they wet the most."

Jill's act of dispassion was wasted on Susan. One look at Jill's face told Susan that Jill was more turned on than at any time she'd ever seen her and she'd seen her turned on many times. While technically they considered themselves virgins, neither girl had a hymen thanks to the probing and playful fingers of the other. They'd progressed over the last couple of years from fingers to a fondness for certain phallic shaped fruit and vegetables that had nothing to do with their nutritional diets. The technicality was that neither had ever had a real cock inside them.

So part of the plan they'd briefly discussed, and that was still very much open-ended, included the possibility of having sex with the two boys sometime this weekend. Susan had almost promised Tom that they'd do it this weekend and had been very disappointed by his canceling their date. In a way, she still wanted him to be her first, but at the moment, Bobbi or even her brother 'Cindi' might be an acceptable substitute. It looked like they'd have the two sissies to play with all weekend at least, and probably until the end of the week, if they wanted. With that picture of the boys stashed away at Jill's house, they were definitely the ones in charge.

As Jill pinned Cindi's diaper in place and pulled the plastic pants up his legs, Susan finished removing Bobbi's clothes and was happy to see that Bobbi's cock was also a beauty. Like her brother, Bobbi was circumcised and his swollen erection had a nice, large, almost purple, helmet-shaped head to it. Also like her brother's, it was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Kneeling before him to help him step out of his panties, she couldn't resist the temptation to lean slightly forward and give the end of his cock a quick kiss, catching and tasting some of that pre-cum as she did.

She heard Bobbi groan and her brother gasp and it gave her an idea. Leaving Bobbi standing naked by the bed momentarily, she picked up the gown that they'd gotten for Cindi and gave it to him, handing Jill the matching panties so she could pull them in place over his diaper and plastic pants. Then she told them, "Too bad we didn't think to get a pacifier for my sissy little sister. I wonder if we can find anything else for her to suck on?"

After pretending to look around the room for something, she turned back to the smiling trio and said, "Oh, I forgot. Sissies only like to suck on each other." Then she pushed Bobbi closer to the bed and in the direction of her reclining brother.

The boys smiled at each other, knowing full well what was expected of them, and they were both eager and ready to comply. They had been certain this would be part of the girl's plan and each was secretly looking forward to it. Cindi rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow. With his other hand, he guided Bobbi's cock to his mouth. Like his sister had done, he lapped up a long string of pre-cum, kissed the head and tongued the pee slit, and then he took as much into his mouth as possible. From there, with no experience other than the brief time with Rob earlier, he began to give his friend a blowjob.

Be it beginners luck or natural instinct, Cindi was quickly rewarded with a mouthful of cum from the spasming cock of his friend, long before his lips felt numb or his jaw ached, two characteristics of a prolonged blowjob that both boys would become familiar with before the end of the week.

With Bobbi's cock semi-deflated for the time being, Susan proceeded to get him into his diapers, plastic pants, and nightie. The gown Bobbi had picked came with matching panties, but unlike Cindi's that were a baggy bloomer style, the panties that came with Bobbi's gown wouldn't fit over his thick diaper. So Susan emptied out the bag of lingerie and put one of the oversize panties on him instead. While the colors didn't match, they didn't clash either.

Jill, after again showing Susan how to fold the towels into diapers, had led Cindi off to the kitchen to help fix something to curb their teenage appetites, leaving Susan alone with Bobbi to finish his conversion to a sissy baby girl.

"Was Cindi good?" Susan asked after a few minutes of silence.

Bobbi knew what she meant, debated a moment about pretending to not understand, and then gave that up, telling her, "Uh, yeah. He was."

"Do you guys do that a lot?" she asked.

"First time today," he answered, getting a look of disbelief. "Really," he emphasized. "We've - you know - fooled around with each other and stuff, but when you took that picture this afternoon - that was the first time I ever did that. And when he did me later, it was the first time he'd done it that I know of," he explained.

Susan was clearly surprised by this information but believed Bobbi was being sincere. She knew boys his age were much more apt to brag about doing things they hadn't done than they were to admit they were really totally inexperienced. Pressing her advantage, she put her hand on the thick front of the sissy boy's diaper and applied a slow rubbing pressure. "Have you ever gone down on a girl?" she asked, watching the surprised look on Bobbi's face.

Bobbi returned her smile, trying to think of something eloquent to say. After drawing a blank in the eloquent department, he finally told her honestly, "No, but I'd really like to." After letting her think about that for a minute, he asked her, "Do you like it when your boyfriends do that for you?"

"Kinda personnel don't you think?" she replied, sidestepping the question. Then she decided his honesty deserved hers. "None of the guys I've dated wanted to," she told him, some of her smile disappearing in the process.

With the most sincere look she'd ever seen on the face of a boy, he told her, hesitating and blushing as he spoke, "I'd love to . . . eat your pussy if you'll show me how. I know I'm not your boyfriend but . . . . I won't tell anyone if you let me."

Susan was really touched by his offer and horny enough that she debated momentarily about shucking her clothes and sitting on his face right this moment. But she'd been playing 'hard-to-get' with boys since the days of her first training bra and old habits were hard to break. "That's sweet," she told him, meaning it and gave him a quick kiss that surprised him. "You keep being that sweet and I just might let you."

Then she thought about something he'd said earlier that was hanging in the back of her mind. "When you came in the kitchen this afternoon, after I saw Cindi pee on you, you said you'd 'wished it had been me'. Did you mean you wished I had been the one that peed on you instead of Cindi?"

She watched Bobbi's face as he blushed, looked her in the eye, and answered, "Yes." That caused a flush of excitement in her that ran head to toe. Then before she lost her self-control, she jumped up and pulled him to his feet next to her. Pointing at the mirror on her dresser, she told him, "See how sweet you look." She watched as he spun slightly, making the short nightgown flair out to show the thick, panty-covered diaper beneath and the smile it inspired on the sissy boy's face. This time she surprised them both when she impulsively gave him another kiss.

As inexperienced as he was with girls, Rob or 'Bobbi' seemed to understand the look of dilemma that was on Susan's face. She'd been responsible for turning him from Rob into Bobbi and now as Bobbi, she didn't know exactly how to respond to him - as a boy or girl. Part of her seemed to want to react to him with reserve as she'd done so often in the past - or would with any other boy. But as Bobbi, he was more like her girlfriend Jill. At the moment, as horny as she was, she wished he really were a girl.

Unlike Jill however, Susan's new 'girlfriend' had a very nice cock; just the thought of which was causing her panties to be as wet as she knew Bobbi's diaper soon would be. That thought reminded her of why she and Jill had decided to play dress-up games with the boys. Gathering her composure and pulling Bobbi by the hand, she led him in search of the other two.

They found them in the kitchen, putting together a snack tray from the earlier party leftovers, and popping some popcorn. "This is my big baby Bobbi," she told them. And then as she twirled Bobbi in front of her, asked them, "Doesn't she look cute?"

"Adorable," Jill told her and Cindi added, "A real sweetie," teasing his friend.

"MY little sweetie has already wet her diaper," Jill said, almost proudly, pinching Cindi's cheek and speaking more to him than the others. "Looks like she's a real little piss pants."

"This one is just as bad," Susan told her, indicating Bobbi. "I suppose we'll have to let them sleep in my bed tonight in case they wet the bed," It was the never ending teasing the boys would have to learn to endure for the next few days.

"Oh I don't know if that's such a good idea," Jill questioned. "You know how much they like to play with each other's pee-pees and go wee-wee on each other and do nasty things with their mouths. They're liable to be up all night and not get the rest a little baby needs."

The two sissified boys grinned at each other, both of them wondering if the girl's teasing was just teasing or an indication of what was expected of them. Hopefully, the latter, they each thought privately.

Bobbi was thinking, 'I'd rather fuck the shit out of Susan. But it sounds like they want us to sleep in Susan's bed and do all the things that Cindi says - God I'm already beginning to think of Sid as Cindi - that Cindi says that Susan and Jill have been doing. Wetting the bed and each other and sucking cock all night doesn't exactly sound like punishment to me. I hope they do make us do that.' Bobbi didn't know that Cindi was thinking much the same thing.

A few minutes later, the sissy boys had a chance to talk between them regarding their activities so far at the hands of the girls. The girls had sat them on the couch to watch TV, explaining they'd be back shortly and that they were to behave and not get the couch wet. "What do you think?" Cindi asked as soon as the girls were out of hearing. "I'm starting to like this wet diaper thing."

"Fun so far," Bobbi told him. Then he decided to do a little teasing of his own. "You give good head," he said smiling. "We should have been doing that all along like you say the girls have been doing."

"You're probably right," Cindi answered. "A bunch of times when we jacked off I wondered what it would be like to do each other. You give good head too."

"We should make great roomies when we get to State. Do you think we could get away with dressing like this too?" Bobbi asked.

"I don't know how safe that would be. I heard that sometimes they search the dorm rooms for drugs and stuff. How would you explain having nightgowns and panties?

Bobbi thought for a moment, acting as if deep in serious thought, then said, "I guess I'd just tell them they were yours." Then he quickly ducked the punch he knew was coming.

Cindi grinned and passed on the jab. Then, trying to be serious for a moment, Cindi asked, "What about the diapers? I . . . thought it was kind of silly and I didn't think I'd like it . . . sort of baby bullshit . . . but it feels kind of neat to be sitting here pissing in my pants . . . I know you must love it."

Bobbi's first reaction, always ready to defend his masculinity, was to deny Cindi's accusation. But he knew that was useless, and besides, why bother? Cindi had just admitted he liked it too. They were long past any chance of denial. Back when they'd tried lots of different ways of pissing on themselves and each other, Rob had told Sid many times that his favorite was pissing in his pants or putting on three or four pair of underwear at a time and wetting them and wearing them to bed that way.

So instead of trying to deny that he loved it, he smiled, leaned back in the couch, and half closed his eyes as he let loose the long warm flow of hot piss he'd been holding for what seemed like hours. The smile on his face got bigger as the diaper got wetter. There was more than enough pee to fill the front of his diaper. "Think so?" he finally answered with a smirk as he finished emptying his bladder.

The girls had been gone long enough that the sissy boys were beginning to worry about the order they'd been given not to wet the couch. Both had diapers that were getting very wet and not enough experience to know how wet they could get before their diapers leaked. The TV was on, but neither of them were watching it. Instead, they debated between them as to what the girls were doing for so long and with their hormones raging overtime, came to the conclusion they were probably having sex; in this case oral sex. In a way, they were right.

From the moment they'd left the boys, telling them to keep themselves entertained - within limits - the girls had been talking about sex. To be more specific, they were discussing how far they intended to go with their newly acquired, two-legged sex toys in the other room. Susan had pretty much made up her mind that Rob or 'Bobbi' was going to get fucked, whether he liked it or not, sometime in the next couple of days. Unless her boyfriend Tom came to his senses and realized that she was more important than working overtime, Tom was NOT going to be her first. And if he did, just maybe she'd fuck both of them. At the same time, her brother's cock had all but mesmerized Jill.

"I can't BELIEVE it got so big and hard," Jill said for the umpteenth time.

Laughing, Susan told her, "What did you expect? We've been teasing them all day."

"It didn't look that big in the picture you took," Jill answered.

"Maybe because half of it was in Bobbi's mouth and the picture was from a different angle. They look a lot longer when you're looking at them from the bottom." Then she added with a fiendish grin, "There's another possibility too."

When Susan didn't explain right away, Jill had to ask, "What's that?"

"Well maybe Cindi thinks you're a lot sexier than Bobbi and you turn him on a lot more. Ever think that you might be the reason he was 'so big and hard'?" Susan watched the smile on Jill's face get wider, then told her. "He might want to fuck you as much as you want to fuck him."

"I never said I wanted to fuck him!" Jill protested as Susan moved in closer. "What I said was . . . .Oh shit!"

Jill never got to finish making her excuse. They had stripped down to just their panties, debating between panties and t-shirts or nighties to further tease and torment the boys. So when Jill had tried to deny being turned on, it had been a simple matter for Susan to cup the wet crotch of Jill's panties with her fingers. Even with the material in the way, Susan's touch had almost brought Jill to her knees.

Susan finished Jill's statement for her as she continued to play with her fingers in Jill's well-lubricated panty crotch and they rubbed titties. "What you said was, that you were ready to get fucked. I was watching you when you were putting Cindi's diaper on him and you were about a heartbeat away from mounting him. And don't tell me your panties got wet from peeing in them. Your pussy is so wet you could slide a fence post in there."

Jill just sort of blushed and laughed at herself, knowing everything Susan had said was true. "Know any cute fence posts?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

"No, but I know where we can find a couple of cute guys. And I think they're even cuter dressed as sissies, don't you? And the best part is, they'll do whatever we tell them and they have peckers that are as hard as fence posts"

Then Susan stepped away from Jill, went to her dresser and asked again, "Nighties or t-shirts?"

"How about just like this. They've already seen us running around the pool naked. And you know how much we like to rub titties. What do you think the guys will do if we do that in front of them?" Jill asked with a giggle and a jiggle of her tits.

"Probably poke holes in their diapers from the inside. But I think if they're wearing wet diapers, we should have on wet panties - don't you?"

It wasn't until Susan was leading her by the hand to the bathroom, that Jill caught on to what Susan had in mind. "Yeah," she told Susan as Susan pushed her into position on the toilet seat. "You're right. No sense in letting the guys have all the fun."

The girls had done this many times before, so Jill knew to keep her legs together as Susan, facing her, straddled her legs and the toilet. Then Susan sat on her thighs and worked her way forward and Jill couldn't resist taking Susan's bare breasts in her hands. When Susan had moved as close as possible, she began to empty her bladder, letting the hot pee flood her panties and run down the front of Jill's to pool momentarily between Jill's thighs. From experience, Jill knew to part her thighs slightly so that the warm piss would leak into the toilet instead of running out on the floor. By the time Susan finished peeing, the panties of both girls were wet with Susan's hot piss.

"You need to go?" Susan asked hopefully when she'd finished.

As Susan moved to a standing position, still straddling Jill's legs, Jill told her, "Not right now." Jill had another urgent need on her mind and buried her face in the warm wet crotch of Susan's panties. She was trying to pull Susan's panties down when Susan stopped her.

"We better not get started doing that right now either," Susan told her friend and lover. "Let's go check on our sissy sex toys and maybe we can give them a taste. Bobbi seems to like boy piss. If I don't do anything else with him, I want to give him a taste of mine. And I'm sure that brother of mine would be glad to taste yours too."

"We going to keep our wet panties on?" was Jill's only question.

"For the time being," Susan said with a gleeful smirk. "Keeps the flavor in. Maybe we'll use the guys - give them a taste of pussy pee - and if not, we can always use my bed and play with each other."

Jill had no problem with that idea and gladly followed Susan to the den.

Had the girls taken a few more minutes to pleasure themselves in the bathroom, they might have caught the boys doing much the same thing. Already horny as a toad, sitting around in wet diapers had made matters worse and they were just about to use the excuse of checking each other's diaper to see who was the wettest, when the girls walked into the den.

"Miss us?" Jill asked, startling the guys.

For some reason neither of the sissies could reply. Nor could they even look the girls in the eye. Their vision seemed to be focused much lower.

"Bobbi, what's the matter with you? You act like you've never seen my tits before," Susan teased. "Didn't you get a good enough look this afternoon?"

Before Bobbi could stammer out an answer, she plopped down on his lap, sitting sideways, so that the tits he'd been staring at were now inches from his face. There was something else he noticed as she sat sideways on his lap. He could tell the seat of her panties was damp. "You're wet," he finally managed to say.

Without acknowledging his remark, Susan took Bobbi's hand and placed it on her tit. Automatically, Bobbi began to caress her breast and gently pinch the nipple, getting a very positive response from Susan. Then with his mind distracted as she'd intended, Susan deftly snaked her free hand down the front of Bobbi's diaper and squeezed his cock momentarily. Withdrawing her wet hand, she told him, "You're wet too," and rubbed her hand on his face.

Jill hadn't quite known exactly what Susan had meant by her remarks about, 'playing with the boys". But watching Susan in action, she was beginning to understand it was a combination of teasing and tormenting, giving the boys a moment of pleasure and then putting them in their place. Susan had let Bobbi fondle her tits and then turned around and rubbed her hand, wet with piss from Bobbi's diaper, on Bobbi's face to remind him who was in charge. She wanted to do the same thing to Cindi, but wanted to be original too.

"I need to sit down," Jill said and noticed that Cindi pulled his hands out of his lap to offer her a seat. Instead she looked at Susan and winked, telling her, "Shouldn't our babies be playing on the floor?"

"That's true," Susan confirmed, going along with whatever her friend had in mind. "Babies usually aren't allowed up on the furniture." Turning to Bobbi she told him, "Why don't you two crawl over there in front of the TV so the grownups can sit down."

Bobbi decided to remind her again, "But you're wet."

"No problem," Susan told him as she stood and pulled Bobbie to his feet. Then she quickly stepped out of her wet panties and rubbed the wet material on his face, telling him, "Now get down on the floor and play with your friend."

The two sissies did as they were told and crawled to the indicated spot, all the time looking back over their shoulders to watch Susan take off Jill's panties before the girls sat down, cheek-to-cheek on the couch. The boys tried to pretend they were watching TV, but knew they were on eye level and only a few feet away from two naked pussies. There was no way they could keep themselves from stealing glances toward the couch.

"Watch TV and not us," Jill told them and Susan added, "If y'all can't behave, we'll put you to bed."

It took a ton of will power, but somehow the boys managed to concentrate on watching TV; though neither could have told you the next day what program they had watched. They may have been looking at the TV, but with two naked girls in the room, there was no way they could make their minds think of anything else. At one point, Jill got up and brought the tray of snacks to the boys, squatting down momentarily between the boys and the TV with her knees spread wide and nearly causing the boys to choke.

While she was doing that, Susan turned on the small table lamp next to her, and Bobbi, moving so the glare of the lamp was off the TV screen, noticed he could see the girls sitting behind him in the reflection in the dark areas of the screen. Using the TV set like a poor quality mirror, he was able to watch the girls snuggle together and then drop a hand in each other's lap. When he saw the girls slide down in the couch so that their butts were almost off the edge and spread their legs, there was no way he could help himself from disobeying their orders. He turned completely around to watch the girls finger each other and Cindi did the same.

With their eyes nearly shut as they enjoyed each other's ministrations, both girls had enjoyed minor climaxes before either realized they had a very attentive audience. Jill was the first to regain breath control and her voice. "We told you two to watch TV and not us and if you didn't we'd put you to bed."

Joining the chastisement, Susan told them, using the words she and Sid had heard so many times from their dad, "We tried to treat you like young adults but you wouldn't listen."

"Too bad we don't have a bottle we could give them so we could put the babies to bed," Jill said to her friend.

"Maybe we should give them something to eat instead. But it can't be anything that's very filling. We don't want to have colicky babies," Susan mused aloud. Then, when Jill nodded slightly in agreement, Susan pointed at Bobbi and crooked her finger. "Crawl over here," she told him. "I heard the remarks you guys made this afternoon when we were skinny dipping about 'eatin' hair pie'. You two haven't been very good but we're not mean. We wouldn't put our babies to bed hungry. So each of you is going to get a small slice of 'hair pie' before you go to bed."

By that time, Bobbi had crawled between her legs and had his face inches from her crotch, literally panting for pussy. "Eat!" Susan told him simply and he did so, ravenously.

"You too" Jill told Cindi, pulling his head forward to hold his face hard against her swollen nether lips until he got the message.

Satisfied with the intensity of the boys' appetite, the girls rolled toward each other slightly, so they could kiss and fondle each other's breasts. >From years of practice, they knew exactly how the other liked to have her tits played with and her nipples tweaked. Up to now, the only tongues that had ever touched either of their pussies had been the tongue of the other girl. The style of the boys, much more insistent, was entirely new and exciting and in moments, the girls had peaked and started again. After each had climaxed a second time, they pushed the pussy hungry boys away.

The girls stood and each grabbed one of the sissies by the hand, dragging him to his feet and toward Susan's bedroom. The boys offered no resistance at all. They didn't know what was in store for them next, but as long as it involved two naked girls and a bedroom, that was good enough for them to follow eagerly.

Had the boys been thinking with their big heads instead of their little ones as usual, they'd have realized that if the girls wanted to get laid, there were much easier ways to go about it than to go through all the business with taking them shopping and putting them in diapers and lingerie. They soon learned.

"Which one is the driest? Jill asked.

To answer that question, Susan had to check the dampness of both boys' diapers. Usually, that can be done with just the tip of one or two fingers. But Susan chose to stick her whole hand in first Bobbi's and then her brother's diapers. "Cindi, I think. I can't tell for sure," Susan said with uncertainty, giving her friend an invitation to check the diapers herself to confirm her opinion.

Just as Susan had done, Jill put her whole hand down the front of each boy's diaper and while she might supposedly have been checking to see who was the wettest or driest, like Susan, she didn't pass on the opportunity to fondle both hard dicks.

"I think you're right," Jill said, lying. It really felt to her like Cindi's diaper was wetter, but she intended to use him anyway. "Normally, we put our babies in dry diapers before bed, but since you two can't behave, you'll just have to learn to sleep in your wet diapers." Then she turned to Cindi and pushing him back so that he was sprawled on the bed, she said, "And as added punishment young lady, I have something for you."

He looked at her with uncertainty, wondering if maybe she intended to use a belt or paddle on his bottom and was further confused when she got on the bed too.

Straddling his legs, she pulled his plastic pants down to his thighs, exposing the damp front of his diaper and then moved to straddle the diapered boy's crotch. Slowly, she lowered her bare pussy until she was just touching the damp, terry, diaper material. Cindi had raised his upper body on his elbows in an effort to see what she was up to and felt and heard the hiss of her pee before he could see anything happen.

Susan smiled in appreciation of her friend's ingenuity as she watched the wet spot grow in her sheets around her brother's diapered butt. She and Jill never wore diapers, but many times had wet the bed and each other before cuddling in the wet sheets and sleeping in each other's arms. She wondered how the boys were going to like it and if they'd get as turned on as it almost always made her and Jill.

She and Bobbi watched in awe as Jill, still dribbling piss, moved up Cindi's body and settled on Cindi's mouth to give him her last few squirts of hot pee. Susan reached to feel the soggy front of her brother's diaper and then leaned forward to briefly rub her face in it. She smiled at Bobbi as she licked her lips and Bobbi surprised her by imitating her actions, rubbing his face in his friend's soggy diaper and then licking his lips.

"You like the taste?" Susan whispered, getting a nod and a big smile in response. So she pulled down the front of Cindi's diaper to expose most of Cindi's turgid cock and told Bobbi, "Taste that."

Bobbi was more than willing to 'taste that' as he moved between Cindi's legs. Using the wads of piss wet diaper as a chin rest, he guided his friend's erection to his mouth, taking as much as he could and holding it in his mouth to savor the flavor. After soaking in a wet diaper for over an hour, Cindi's cock had taken on the added zest of a piss marinade and Bobbi loved it. When Susan asked him if it was good, he never stopped sucking, instead he answered by vigorously nodding his head. Bobbi was so into sucking on Cindi's cock, that Susan had the front of Bobbi's diaper down and his cock in her mouth before he realized what she was doing.

Since the beginning of puberty and his first masturbatory experiences, Rob had jacked off to many different fantasies. Wearing girl's clothes and sucking his friend's cock had been in the mix several times. But never had his fantasies included wearing and wetting a diaper or getting a blowjob at the same time he was giving one. The feeling of having a mouth full of cock at the same time Susan was sucking his was incredible. He had an even more incredible surprise coming.

As Susan sucked, she had seen from the corner of her eye that Jill was reaching behind her to play with Cindi's cock, her efforts thwarted by the fact that most of Cindi's cock was in Bobbi's mouth. But she knew her friend intimately and could read her mind and she was certain that Jill wanted to get that cock inside her. No way was she going to let her friend be the first to get fucked. This plan was moving MUCH faster than either girl had expected - or maybe, had admitted.

Moving with haste, she repositioned Bobbi on the bed next to Cindi and Bobbi was the most surprised of all when she mounted him and took most of his length inside her. Somehow it felt like his dick got even harder as she rose up slightly and then settled all the way to his pubic hair. It was truly the most incredible experience in a day full of incredible experiences.

"They're fucking," Jill said to no one in particular when she realized what her friend had done. She'd been sitting on Cindi's chest, fondling his cock now the Bobbi was out of the way and debating in her mind if she was going to do it or not. She had been about to tell Susan, "I will if you will." But when she turned, she discovered Susan was already doing it.

With no reason for further delay, Jill moved back down Cindi's body and mounted Cindi just as Susan had mounted Bobbi. This was the first time hard hot male meat had been in either of the girl's virgin pussies. But they fucked like experienced pros. They were in a way.

This was the same position they'd used when they'd taken turns one night at Jill's house with a cucumber. One girl would lie on the bed holding the cucumber like she had a cock and the other girl would mount it and then move up and down on it. That experience served them well as the girls got into a rhythm that caused the bed to rock and the rocking motion added to the fucking motion to everyone's enjoyment.

All too soon for the girls - they could have enjoyed this new sensation for hours - the guys, in spite of having both cum earlier, couldn't hold back a second longer. When Cindi muttered, "I'm cumming," Bobbi joined him in filling a girl's pussy with his creamy seed and that left four teens with very happy, but puzzled looks on their faces.

Every discussion of sex that any of the four had ever had - and there'd been many, many of them - had entailed fucking, foreplay, and - most important for the boys - how do you get to do 'it'? Never had any of them heard a word about what you're supposed to do when you get done fucking. It was like a troop of mountain climbers making plans to climb Everest and never considering how they were going to get back down once they'd reached the top. All movement on the bed, other than some heavy breathing, had stopped and the foursome sort of gazed at each other with a, "what now," look on their faces. They'd reached the top and weren't sure how to get back down.

Susan, who over the years had almost as many sexual fantasies of her brother, as her brother had of her, again made the first move. "You know how much these sissies like to lick up each other's cum," Susan said to Jill, giving Jill a hint of what she had in mind. "I think we should let them."

Jill caught on instantly. They'd often talked about how someday in the future, when they both had boyfriends and were fucking, how great it would be to get together after their dates to lick cum from each other's fresh fucked pussy. So in a flash, they'd swapped boys to sit on the other's face; Jill giving Bobbi her cum filled pussy to lick as Susan moved into position over her brother's face to feed him Bobbi's cum as it leaked out of her pussy. When they were certain the boys had gotten every possible drop and then some, the girls grinned at each other and Jill gave them their next command, "Okay, that's enough. Now you sissies clean up each other."

Susan and Jill almost had to get off the bed in order for the boys to move into a 69 position to lick each other's wet, deflated cock. Both of the boys had the side of his head laying on the other's damp diaper as they licked and sucked the soft slimy man meat into their mouths.

So intent was Bobbi on savoring every possible bit of tang and aroma from his friend's cock that he barely noticed his own prick was being given the same treatment. The sensual mix of pee, pussy, cum and cock assailed his taste buds and filled his nose with a sexual bouquet. Having cock in his mouth increased the pleasure ten-fold. Cindi, lost in her own sensual heaven, agreed completely.

"They look like they're using each other's diapers for a pillow. Think we ought to make them sleep like that?" Jill asked Susan.

"Using each other's dicks for pacifiers just like big babies," Susan commented, ignoring the fact that Jill had told them to do it.

"Your bed is pretty wet," Jill said. "Wouldn't make much sense to change them if we're going to make them sleep in it."

"No, I guess not." Susan told her as she moved again to lay on her side behind Bobbi. "And if we sleep in my folk's bed, we'd have to shower."

From Susan's tone of voice, Jill correctly assumed that Susan had no intention of either showering or sleeping in any bed but the one they were already in. Nor was she surprised when Susan put her head over Bobbi's shoulder and took a turn sucking on her brother's cock.

"Well if we're all going to sleep in the same bed." Jill suggested with a smirk, maybe we should get a pitcher of beer."

Susan paused to look over at her friend and grinned. She knew Jill didn't particularly like the taste of beer, but that it ran right through her and she was sure that's what Jill was thinking. She was watching her friend's cute little ass walk out of the room when Bobbi, forgetting who was supposed to be in charge, rolled over on top of her and gave her the longest, wettest, most enjoyable kiss of her life. She returned it with equal passion and could feel both his hardening cock and his wet diaper on her thigh. Then she remembered the big stack of towels and the extra plastic pants on her dresser.

"I suppose the only way we can keep you guys from trying to fuck us all night is if Jill and I put on diapers too," Susan told Bobbi. It was an awfully lame excuse and one she was sure the boys would see through, but she wasn't about to admit how much she wanted to try wearing and wetting a diaper like the boys were doing. Since they'd first mentioned putting the boys in diapers, Susan had been trying to think of a good reason why the girls should be diapered too. She had been the one to suggest each boy needed two pair of plastic pants while shopping. The boys hadn't caught on at the time, but Jill had given her a knowing look.

Susan and Bobbi were looking lovingly into each other's eyes and Cindi was watching them, not at all surprised to see there was a romance blossoming between the two and thinking, 'Tom sure fucked up this time.' Jill was in the back yard filling a pitcher with beer, not knowing she was moments away from being diapered for bed just like her sleeping little sister. But the thought going through all four minds at that moment was exactly the same, "This is going to be an awesome summer."

"I'm surprised Susan and Jill aren't here to see you two off," Rob's mom told the boys as they got in Sid's well packed car to leave for college. "I guess we won't see you guys again until Thanksgiving."

"My sister is over at Jill's house and I think they were going somewhere with Jill's parents," Sid told Rob's mom, wondering why Rob hadn't offered their carefully planned excuse.

Jill's folks had gone out of town for a quick trip before school started and they had taken Judy with them. Jill was supposed to go too, but at the last minute had come up with a great story about registration at her High School and how she had to help in the office for extra credit in her business class. So far, the only one that had come close to catching on to what the four teens had been up to for the last few days was Sid's dad, who had been wondering why all the spare towels they used for pool guests seemed to have disappeared. It was a simple matter of mathematics, but he couldn't know that.

It took two towels to make a diaper, times four diaper loving teens, made eight. Plus another eight for the teens to wear while the first eight were in the washer and dryer. The washer and dryer at Jill's house had been going almost non-stop since Jill's folks had left to visit Jill's aunt two days earlier.

Tired of sneaking out of the house at night, as they'd done for the last couple of nights, the boys had told their parents that they'd decided to leave for college a couple of days early so that they could get moved into the dorm, check out the campus, and find a place for Sid to keep his car parked. Freshman weren't allowed to have on-campus parking permits.

"I almost wish we weren't leaving for school at all," Sid told Rob as they headed down the street toward the new Interstate Highway. Actually they'd be making a turn as soon as they were out of sight and heading for Jill's house, where he'd be hiding his car in their garage for the rest of the week. "I really like being 'Cindi' a lot," he told his friend for the hundredth time since the 4th of July.

It had been a truly wonderful summer; a long, hot and VERY wet summer no matter what the weather. Any time the four of them could get together, usually at least once a week at someone's house, they became an amorphic tangle of arms and legs, diapers and lingerie, and almost always, on very wet sheets. The exceptions were the times when they went to the lake or to Sid's uncle's hunting cabin and did their sexual cavorting outdoors. And considering everything else they did, Sid, or more often 'Cindi' and Susan, had decided that incest, at least orally, was a minor moral infraction. Sid often woke to feel Susan's lips on his morning erection and for the privilege of wearing Susan's pissed in panties to bed, would gladly drink down as much of her morning piss as he could swallow. Almost daily the two had found some way to orally tease and/or pleasure the other. Both Jill and Rob tried to stay over at Sid and Susan's house as often as possible and it was a wonder they never got caught in one of their erotic threesomes or foursomes.

And where the girls were very familiar with each other's bodies, the boys were much newer to homo sex. For all four it had been a learning experience with the guys teaching the girls the fine art of sucking cock and the girls demonstrating the proper technique for giving a woman oral orgasms. They'd concluded that anyone could fuck, but giving good head was an art form that should be practiced and developed as often as possible.

"This is stupid!" Susan said, shortly after the boys had arrived and they'd headed for Jill's bedroom. She pulled Bobbi's sucking mouth out of her brother's soggy diaper. Bobbi had been sucking Cindi's cock while Jill had been eating Susan's pissy wet pussy before Susan suddenly stopped them. "We can do this after the guys leave. I like the way it feels when Bobbi fucks me with his wet diaper on and it slaps me in the butt. We should be spending all our time doing things we can't do when they're gone."

"Yeah, that's right," Jill chimed in. "I can eat her pussy any time and you two guys are gonna be roomies and can suck each other all you want. The reason we went on the pill was so we could fuck. And since it's my house, I make the rules. I want Bobbi to fuck me and Cindi can fuck his sister."

It was the one thing they hadn't tried as yet, promising only to think about it after the girls went on the pill. They'd had oral sex numerous times in the last two months but had never broken that particular taboo.

Bobbi watched as his friend slid his well-prepared cock into his sister's equally ready pussy, fucking his sister for the first time. Bobbi had grown to know what Sid was feeling, having fucked Susan dozens of times that summer. And he sort of had an idea what Susan must be feeling since the girls had insisted on watching the boys fuck each other a couple of weeks back.

Bobbi thought about what Jill had said, musing to himself, 'I guess Jill is right. Sid can fuck me any time and I can always count on him to feed me his cock. It's only right that he should get a farewell fuck from his sister. If it hadn't been for her . . .' Then he watched the two move together lustfully. He glanced down at Jill who had moved into position with her legs spread to receive him, but like Bobbi, had paused to watch the other two.

When Jill looked up at him and smiled, Bobbi pushed the front of his diaper down to release his cock, glistening with piss, and aimed it where Jill wanted it the most. Bobbi thought as he plowed into one of the sweetest pieces of pussy he would ever have, 'Too bad we can't have this kind of sex when we get to the dorm. Wouldn't it be wild if all the guys in the dorm were into this." Even as he fucked a pussy, his imagination was fantasizing, thinking of dozens of guys, naked or wearing lingerie or diapers and all soaking wet with piss, lined up for a turn at Bobbi's cock hungry mouth.

It was a pleasant thought, but . . . . 'Never happen,' Bobbi thought as his spasms sent a load of cock cream into Jill's cunt. A minute later, he heard Cindi grunting, doing the same thing to his sister. 'Or could it . . . .'? That question hung in his mind as he moved off Jill to lick the cum from Susan's cunt and Cindi's cock. As he savored their mixed liquids, Jill moved over Susan's face to feed her Bobbi's load of cum. 'Look at all we've done in just the last two months. College will last four years . . ."

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