Dirty Diapers, Dirty Sheets
Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 12:59 am
Sorry to keep my legions of fans waiting. I know you've all missed me, right? No? Oh well. Here's a new story.
As I lay in bed, eyes shut tight against the inevitability of waking up, I could hear her stirring next to me. Suddenly, I felt some pressure as she rolled over on top of me. Eyes still closed, I mumbled at her, still half asleep.
"Sweetheart, was time is it? It can't be much past---"
But my grieving lips were abruptly stopped by a long, deep kiss from the beautiful girl on top of me. She continued to kiss me as I took her face in my hands, slowly moving them down her neck, across her shoulders, and down her back, before finally stopping at the diaper fastened snugly around her waist. I patted her bottom and then slowly wedged my hand in between her crotch and mine, her diaper and mine, to feel if she was wet. All I felt was my burgeoning erection, so I asked her, in between her passionate kisses,
"Honey." Mmm. "You didn't..." Mmm. "Wet..." Mmm. "During the night?" I finally finished.
She pulled her lips away from mine to answer. Disappointed, I opened my eyes.
"I guess not," she pouted, adding to the adorableness that her diaper already lent her. Then her face lit up. "I really have to go now, though!" she exclaimed, starting to roll off me.
"Uh-uh," I chided, catching her before she rolled off of me completely. "I want you to do it just like this."
She hesitated for a moment, and then, seeing the spark in my eye, beamed with enthusiasm, settling in all the more vigorously than before. Grinding her crotch into mine, she closed her eyes and I took her hands, squeezing them tightly down at her sides, as she concentrated on the task at hand.
At first, there was nothing but silence, but soon, I heard a steady hiss and felt the warmth through my diaper as it spread through hers. After what seemed like two full minutes, her eyes snapped open again. "All done!" she grinned, as I kissed her on the forehead.
"My turn," I said mischievously, as I rolled over, pinning her underneath me and causing her to giggle. My tireless erection made it difficult for things to get going, but soon I was wetting my diaper with a force to match that with which the girl beneath me had just soaked hers.
"Good job, babe," she said, reaching down to give my aching member a quick rub and to feel the wetness of both our diapers. As she did so, she let out a quick, dainty girl fart, causing her to blush. "Excuse me," she whispered, embarrassed of her flatulence.
I kissed her quickly, a nonverbal "it's okay." "I guess we know what that means," I said, giving her a knowing look.
"Oh yes," she replied with a cheeky grin.
I rolled off of her to allow her to get up. She rolled over onto her stomach and rose to sit on her knees, facing the side of the bed, with her back to me.
I moved in close behind her, touching my chest to her upper back and moving my right hand around her to her stomach. I placed my other hand on her now rather damp behind and began to rub her stomach with my other hand. As I rubbed, I planted small kisses up and down her neck and across her shoulders. I felt her stomach muscles tense, and soon she was grunting with all the might her tiny body could muster. Suddenly, I felt a new warmth in the back of her diaper and a light, but constant pressure as her poop emerged and began to fill the seat of her diaper. Still grunting, she bore down with a renewed vigor, forcing the rest of the first wave of waste out of her and into her waiting diaper. Bearing down hard again, she was treated to a second wave of soft, thick poop that filled out the gaps in her diaper that had been left by the first round of poop. Tensing once more to be sure she was empty, she quickly relaxed, panting from the effort. Still kissing her neck and shoulders, I moved my right hand up to fondle her breasts. My left hand pressed up and forward, pushing the warm, mushy poop into her behind, an action which she responded to by grinding her butt into my hand, further squishing the poop throughout her diaper. She looked at me over her shoulder and smiled shyly.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, placing her right hand over mine to help me fondle her own breasts, and her left on mine, to help me in making her behind caked further with her own mess.
"That looked like so much fun, I think I'll have to do the same," I teased, lowering myself to sit on my knees, just as she had done.
She turned around to face me, pushing me back a bit to make room for her to lie in front of me. Pulling the front of my diaper down, she took out my still rock hard erection.
"I want you to mess your diaper while I blow you, sweetheart," she said in an ironically innocent voice.
I wasn't about to object, so I just smiled and nodded my agreement as she took my throbbing erection in her mouth. Closing my eyes, I reached out my hands in front of me until they found my girlfriend's thoroughly soaked and bulging diaper. As I began to rub her mess into her rear, I worked on making my own mess in my own diaper. Gritting my teeth, I tensed my stomach muscles and was immediately rewarded with an explosion of poop in the back of my diaper. Meanwhile, my girlfriend was getting just as worked up as I was due to my squishing her mess all over her ass. Moaning as she worked expertly on my member, I could tell she was nearing orgasm. I still felt a little full, however, and grunted again, bringing another round of warm, mushy poop into my diaper, coating my butt in a thick layer of waste. At that moment, the load in my diaper and the blowjob I was receiving became too much for me and I began to cum in my girlfriend's mouth, from which was issuing a moan that signaled an orgasm of her own. I became more vigorous in my rubbing of her messy diapered butt and we reached our climax simultaneously in a flurry of wet, messy, diapered ecstasy.
Collapsing next to each other, I took her in my arms as we lay on our sides and curled into the fetal position, her inside of me.
"What time is it?" she asked dreamily.
"Who cares?" I replied, kissing her neck a final time before we both drifted off to sleep.
As I lay in bed, eyes shut tight against the inevitability of waking up, I could hear her stirring next to me. Suddenly, I felt some pressure as she rolled over on top of me. Eyes still closed, I mumbled at her, still half asleep.
"Sweetheart, was time is it? It can't be much past---"
But my grieving lips were abruptly stopped by a long, deep kiss from the beautiful girl on top of me. She continued to kiss me as I took her face in my hands, slowly moving them down her neck, across her shoulders, and down her back, before finally stopping at the diaper fastened snugly around her waist. I patted her bottom and then slowly wedged my hand in between her crotch and mine, her diaper and mine, to feel if she was wet. All I felt was my burgeoning erection, so I asked her, in between her passionate kisses,
"Honey." Mmm. "You didn't..." Mmm. "Wet..." Mmm. "During the night?" I finally finished.
She pulled her lips away from mine to answer. Disappointed, I opened my eyes.
"I guess not," she pouted, adding to the adorableness that her diaper already lent her. Then her face lit up. "I really have to go now, though!" she exclaimed, starting to roll off me.
"Uh-uh," I chided, catching her before she rolled off of me completely. "I want you to do it just like this."
She hesitated for a moment, and then, seeing the spark in my eye, beamed with enthusiasm, settling in all the more vigorously than before. Grinding her crotch into mine, she closed her eyes and I took her hands, squeezing them tightly down at her sides, as she concentrated on the task at hand.
At first, there was nothing but silence, but soon, I heard a steady hiss and felt the warmth through my diaper as it spread through hers. After what seemed like two full minutes, her eyes snapped open again. "All done!" she grinned, as I kissed her on the forehead.
"My turn," I said mischievously, as I rolled over, pinning her underneath me and causing her to giggle. My tireless erection made it difficult for things to get going, but soon I was wetting my diaper with a force to match that with which the girl beneath me had just soaked hers.
"Good job, babe," she said, reaching down to give my aching member a quick rub and to feel the wetness of both our diapers. As she did so, she let out a quick, dainty girl fart, causing her to blush. "Excuse me," she whispered, embarrassed of her flatulence.
I kissed her quickly, a nonverbal "it's okay." "I guess we know what that means," I said, giving her a knowing look.
"Oh yes," she replied with a cheeky grin.
I rolled off of her to allow her to get up. She rolled over onto her stomach and rose to sit on her knees, facing the side of the bed, with her back to me.
I moved in close behind her, touching my chest to her upper back and moving my right hand around her to her stomach. I placed my other hand on her now rather damp behind and began to rub her stomach with my other hand. As I rubbed, I planted small kisses up and down her neck and across her shoulders. I felt her stomach muscles tense, and soon she was grunting with all the might her tiny body could muster. Suddenly, I felt a new warmth in the back of her diaper and a light, but constant pressure as her poop emerged and began to fill the seat of her diaper. Still grunting, she bore down with a renewed vigor, forcing the rest of the first wave of waste out of her and into her waiting diaper. Bearing down hard again, she was treated to a second wave of soft, thick poop that filled out the gaps in her diaper that had been left by the first round of poop. Tensing once more to be sure she was empty, she quickly relaxed, panting from the effort. Still kissing her neck and shoulders, I moved my right hand up to fondle her breasts. My left hand pressed up and forward, pushing the warm, mushy poop into her behind, an action which she responded to by grinding her butt into my hand, further squishing the poop throughout her diaper. She looked at me over her shoulder and smiled shyly.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, placing her right hand over mine to help me fondle her own breasts, and her left on mine, to help me in making her behind caked further with her own mess.
"That looked like so much fun, I think I'll have to do the same," I teased, lowering myself to sit on my knees, just as she had done.
She turned around to face me, pushing me back a bit to make room for her to lie in front of me. Pulling the front of my diaper down, she took out my still rock hard erection.
"I want you to mess your diaper while I blow you, sweetheart," she said in an ironically innocent voice.
I wasn't about to object, so I just smiled and nodded my agreement as she took my throbbing erection in her mouth. Closing my eyes, I reached out my hands in front of me until they found my girlfriend's thoroughly soaked and bulging diaper. As I began to rub her mess into her rear, I worked on making my own mess in my own diaper. Gritting my teeth, I tensed my stomach muscles and was immediately rewarded with an explosion of poop in the back of my diaper. Meanwhile, my girlfriend was getting just as worked up as I was due to my squishing her mess all over her ass. Moaning as she worked expertly on my member, I could tell she was nearing orgasm. I still felt a little full, however, and grunted again, bringing another round of warm, mushy poop into my diaper, coating my butt in a thick layer of waste. At that moment, the load in my diaper and the blowjob I was receiving became too much for me and I began to cum in my girlfriend's mouth, from which was issuing a moan that signaled an orgasm of her own. I became more vigorous in my rubbing of her messy diapered butt and we reached our climax simultaneously in a flurry of wet, messy, diapered ecstasy.
Collapsing next to each other, I took her in my arms as we lay on our sides and curled into the fetal position, her inside of me.
"What time is it?" she asked dreamily.
"Who cares?" I replied, kissing her neck a final time before we both drifted off to sleep.