Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2006 03:14:20 -0500 From: Amber Fountaine Subject: "Maggie May", Chap. 3 & 4 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. 3. The tour or Maggie's house began in the living room and Billi Sue loved what she'd done with it. His house had a living room suit, and like the living room itself, it was seldom used. Maggie had converted hers into a huge home entertainment center with everything from a big screen TV to three sofas and some beanbag chairs. Her living room was meant to be lived in. She turned on the stereo, selected a couple of CDs from a large collection in a floor to ceiling cabinet, and filled the house with music, explaining there were speakers in some of the other rooms in addition and it was all hooked together. Kathy showed him a similar cabinet filled with DVDs and VHS tapes and he noticed many of them seemed to be porno of the woman-to-woman type. Discreetly, he didn't say anything. Confirming part of his suspicions at least, Maggie told him. "You should feel honored. We never have male guests. Except for the builder, some repairmen, and the two guys that installed the TV and stereo system, you're the only man that's ever been allowed in this house. It's the main reason we're so used to running around like this." Even as she was saying that, they walked past a large mirror near the hallway door and Billi Sue automatically checked his hair and makeup in the mirror. "Were any of them dressed like this?" he asked Maggie, laughing as he did so. "Nope," she giggled. "You're the first there too. I suppose we could make it a requirement." "Fine by me," he quipped. "I don't think there's any other guys around here that dress like this. That should sort of lock me in." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he thought, 'Oh shit. I hope she doesn't take that to mean I'm ready to be locked in the dungeon.' His dungeon theory was growing in his mind like a rampant cancer. He felt like a mouse being toyed with by two cats. Maggie stopped and looked serious for a moment. "I really shouldn't let you look, but . . ." Then she explained how she'd pulled up the name of 'Billi Sue Walters' on her computerized customer files by ZIP code and had noticed not just one, but several on each database with a local ZIP code. It was something that she'd never had any reason to check before. "Let me think about that. You might have some friends with mutual interests living within a few blocks of you. Who knows?" Then they continued the tour. Maggie pointed to the end of the hall and explained, "That was originally supposed to be two bedrooms with a connecting bath. I had him change it to one big bedroom with a giant bath. What was supposed to be the master bedroom with it's own bath is now Kathy's room." They passed the door to Kathy's room without stopping. Then Maggie explained why there were two doors going into her room, "This one on this side takes you into one end of a huge walk-in closet. That way you can bring clothes in from the cleaners or the laundry room without having to go through the bedroom." Kathy put her hand on Billie Sue's shoulder and brought her mouth close to his ear. "Sometimes on weekends she really likes to sleep in late," Kathy whispered for further clarification. They went through the other door and Billi Sue was amazed. It was like a honeymoon suite he'd once rented in New York to celebrate the biggest contract he'd ever landed. As they moved through the room to admire the bath, Kathy started to open a door off to one side and Maggie stopped her. "NO," is all Maggie said As he watched them exchange glances, he decided that must be the door leading down to the dungeon. He didn't know of a single house in the area with a basement, so he knew it probably wasn't true. But he was still keeping that 'dungeon' suspicion to himself. At his house, he had a sliding door in that location in his workout room and it opened out on to his pool. Then they came back out through the dressing room and the walk-in closet to the hall again and went to Kathy's room. Billi Sue marveled at how closely Kathy's room resembled the one he called Billi Sue's room at his house. If he were to take all the furniture from Billi Sue's room and put it in Kathy's room, they'd be nearly identical with the exception of the bed. Billi Sue had a canopy bed and Kathy's room was furnished with a tall four-poster bed. Everything else, from the dresser to the dressing table to the pattern on the drapes and the color of the rug, was nearly the same. Well there was one other small difference. Billi Sue's room had a giant playpen in one corner for those times when little Billi Sue's friend had visited and wanted to play with her dollies and stuffed animals. He explained all of that very briefly to the ladies. Once again the ladies were exchanging glances and silent signals on him. "Does Billi Sue ever wet her bed?" Maggie asked with a grin. "Sometimes," Billi Sue admitted. When he saw both sets of eyebrows go up, he laughed and told them, "Okay, most of the time." "So does Kathy," Maggie said with a leer to the younger girl. "But usually she has help." Moving to the side of Kathy's bed, Maggie pulled down the covers and there was a very noticeable stain on the sheets. Holding her hand out to Kathy, she asked softly but firmly, "Ready?" It was asked as a question but stated more as an order to, "get ready." Billi Sue watched the two naked women in silence, understanding now why they'd never bothered to dress. Kathy lay in the center of the bed, her feet hanging off the end and her head a couple of feet from reaching the pillows. Her shoulders seemed to be dead center in the middle of the stained sheets and Billi Sue was beginning to suspect what was about to happen even before Maggie climbed on the bed and straddled Kathy. There'd been several times in his past when he'd been in Kathy's position himself. And back at his house, there were similar stains on Billi Sue's bed sheets. Unfortunately, he'd put all the stains on there himself. It had been quite a while since he'd had the kind of kinky help Kathy was about to get. He was in total awe as he saw Maggie's pee begin to stream out all over Kathy's face. Then he remembered Kathy's earlier remark at the pool about knowing she'd get her hair wet anyway. He was sure now that he knew what she'd meant. He nearly stopped breathing when he saw Maggie lower herself to Kathy's mouth and begin filling it with her pee. Deciding to join them surreptitiously, Billi Sue released a strong piss flow of his own in his diaper. He was almost finished when Maggie turned to him. "Want to try it?" she asked. He had no idea how she meant that question, and was still too stunned to ask. Did she want him to piss in Kathy's mouth too? Or did she have more piss of her own left and was she asking if he'd like a taste? It didn't really matter; the answer was the same. "Yes," he told them and then nodded his head in case his weak voice hadn't been heard, at the same time wondering how she could possibly know this was something he'd always wanted to do. He moved to a spot next to the bed and awaited further instructions. It was Kathy's turn to say, "No!" Looking up at Maggie she pleaded, "I want the rest of yours and he can have mine." Maggie nodded her head in agreement. "Okay," she told the woman beneath her. The she turned to Billi Sue. "Get down between her legs and get ready. When she lets go, she REALLY lets go. Try not to let any get on the rug." Then she once again lowered her pussy to Kathy's gaping mouth and left Billi Sue to do her bidding. As Billi Sue followed instruction, moving between Kathy's splayed legs, he thought, 'My God what a gorgeous cunt'! He sort of assumed he should wait until she started peeing to get closer, but there was no way he could resist burying his tongue in that beautiful pink pussy. She was responding very favorably to his oral technique when he tasted the first of her piss. 'Delicious'! he thought as he licked and swallowed. Then the dam broke. Try as he might, swallowing all he could and as fast as possible, he couldn't keep Kathy's pee from going everywhere. He was almost certain she was having an orgasm at the same time but he was too busy to try to find out and Maggie's pussy muffled any remarks that Kathy might be making. By the time Kathy was finished, Billi Sue's wig was soaked, as was everything he was wearing from the waist up. The crumpled bedding at the foot of the bed was also soaked with piss, but it looked as if he'd been able to keep the rug from getting wet. He glanced up at Maggie and was happy to see she was grinning at him in approval. "Ever done that before?" she asked. "Yes," he told her honestly. Then, deciding his answer had made it seem like he had dozens of women willing to piss in his mouth, he hedged a bit. "I knew a few guys out in the valley that were into piss play." They seemed to be taking a short break so he told her briefly about his trip to San Francisco and his first piss play with an adult male. He decided this wasn't the time to volunteer information about women like Francine. Shortly after moving to the Silicon Valley region, he'd joined a group for TV's & TS's and through them had made the acquaintance of a guy like himself - a bi cross-dresser that enjoyed piss-play and that happened to live in Oakland. 'Billi Sue' and 'CindiLynn' arranged to spend a weekend together at a hotel in San Francisco and the guy had introduced him to adult water sports and some of the hot piss action in the area. For three whole days and nights, not a single drop of pee had been wasted down the toilet. It was incredible. Since then he'd found several other guys that would indulge him, but except for Francine, most of the women that were willing to try just couldn't seem to get into it. He couldn't help but wonder how long Maggie had been into piss play too. "Did you used to like to do this when I knew you before?" he asked. "No, not with a boy," she told him, laughing. Then she explained, briefly as he had done. "My older sister Pam and I tried it a few times and I don't even remember whose idea it was. But after we'd done it a few different ways Pam didn't want to do it anymore. When I got to college, my roommate wanted to do it ALL the time. She was pure piss crazy. She'd wet herself anywhere and everywhere to the point where sometimes it freaked me out. We called her, 'Crazy Alice'. When I got married I tried to get my husband into it a few times, but he thought it was too kinky and nasty. So I forgot about it until I was taking care of my dad and he needed to wear diapers." "You wear diapers too?" Billi Sue asked, his excitement evident. "Calm down," Maggie told him. "You'll find out everything you need to know soon enough. But for the moment, let's just say this is your lucky day." Kathy, who had been listening silently, was up to mischief of her own. Somehow she'd worked one foot up under Billi Sue's skirt and was rubbing the bulge in the front of his diaper with her toes. She told Maggie, "I don't know about that. I'm thinking this might be YOUR lucky day. You ought to feel the front of his diaper." Feeling the front of Billi Sue's diaper suddenly appealed to her and Maggie told him to lie down next to Kathy on the bed. As soon as he was lying beside Kathy, Maggie flipped his skirt up to reveal his panty covered, plastic pants and diapers. As Kathy had suggested, Maggie felt the unmistakable bulge of his hardness through the diaper and then went for the real thing. He was wearing a panty cover over his plastic panties and she pulled both down, past the tops of his thigh-high stockings Not bothering to unpin the cloth diaper, one she recognized as having come from her catalog. She just pushed it down out of the way too and held his firm, drooling erection in one hand. She intended to taste Billi Sue's piss soaked cock, but didn't get a chance. One moment she was staring at the swollen purple head of Billi Sue's cock and the next moment all she could see was the back of Kathy's head. "Slut!" Maggie teased her young friend, not all that surprised by her actions. Kathy raised her head for a moment. "Early bird gets the worm!" Kathy said in reply. "And this is SOME kinda worm! Looks like enough for both of us." Maggie knew an invitation when she heard it and moved to join Kathy. Then they took turns passing Billi Sue's steel hard, drooling shaft back and forth between them for a while. Billi Sue had no idea where he was getting the self-control. He'd nearly cum several times and somehow had held back but wouldn't be able to last much longer. One of these vixens was going to get a mouthful of cum at any second. Then Maggie asked Kathy, "You planning to ride this horse?" "Can I?" Kathy answered with a question. "It's your party. That's why we brought him here. I'm sure our sweet little sissy slut here had plans of fucking me. But I'll bet he won't mind if you go first." That was all the 'okay' Kathy needed to move into position, straddling Billi Sue's thighs, his wet diaper bunched beneath her ass. With Maggie helping by holding Billi Sue's cock at attention, Kathy settled down on it, a third of the way, two-thirds of the way, and then finally enjoyed the feeling of being completely filled with cock. She was motionless for a moment or two and then began a rocking, circular movement as if checking to be sure there wasn't some extra little bit of cock available that she hadn't used. Satisfied that there wasn't a single smidgen of space inside her left unfilled, she began lifting and lowering herself. "Good?" Maggie whispered in Kathy's ear. Oh God yessss," Kathy answered with clenched teeth. "Help me." Billi Sue didn't know exactly who or what Kathy meant. He'd fucked in this position before and wasn't aware of any particular way, with a woman on top and in control, that he could help. But apparently Maggie understood and had been the one who Kathy had been spoken to. For an instant, Billi Sue had thought Maggie intended to move into position over his face but instead she swung around to straddle his legs behind Kathy. He felt her pull the panties and plastic pants further down his legs and then she wedged herself between Kathy's ass and the thick wet wad of diaper material. He had his hands on the bottom of Kathy's ass cheeks and felt Maggie spoon herself behind Kathy in such a way that Maggie's thighs were beneath Kathy's. Then Maggie began to raise and lower herself, acting as a lift for Kathy, so that Kathy's weight was being lifted by Maggie's legs and not her own. Kathy threw her head back on Maggie's shoulder and went along for the ride as Maggie brought her hands to Kathy's breasts and squeezed, pinched, and manipulated those perfect conical mammaries. Billi Sue felt Kathy tremble in what he hoped was the beginning of an orgasm because that was all he could take. His cock fired like a repeating cannon, shooting multiple ribbons of his sperm into Kathy with such force that he was amazed it didn't pop out her ears. It was as incredibly intense as any cum of his life and he wondered, as his senses of sight and sound and hearing returned, if maybe he'd passed out for a moment. "Good?" Maggie whispered again. "I don't know why I waited," Kathy told her. "Move up. The sissy bitch loves his cum and it's my turn." Billi Sue actually smiled with pride at being called a 'sissy bitch' by Maggie. He was more than happy to be her 'sissy bitch' or anything else she wanted. He felt Kathy lift herself off of him and decided that if Maggie wanted, she could have, 'Ms Margaret's Sissy Bitch' tattooed on his ass if it would make her happy. But there was no way he thought he could get it up again in two or three minutes. After that fantastic fuck, it might take two weeks. Then once again some of his senses were lost to him as Kathy lowered her cum filled cunt to his face, giving him back the cream that he had given her just moments before, now mixed with her own. He loved the taste of it and apparently Maggie did too as she went to work cleaning their combined juices from his cock with her tongue just as he was using his on Kathy. It was a whole lot closer to the two minutes than the two weeks when Maggie climbed on him. Had someone used a stopwatch on the sexy trio, they would have found that it took Maggie just over five minutes of talented tongue and lip magic on Billi Sue's cock to get it ready for it's next performance. It was the first of two miracles. As Maggie mounted him, Kathy gave him more than a mouthful of her golden nectar. He would have bet anything that she hadn't a drop of pee left after the drenching she'd given him and the bed just a few minutes earlier. But he was glad she did and he sucked at the small hole, nestled between clit and cunt, that was the source for her warm womanly wine. He was sure it couldn't happen that fast, but as he thrust with renewed vigor into the woman on his cock, he envisioned it as Maggie's piss being recycled through Kathy's system and given to him second hand. Being in bed with two women, fucking them both and drinking their pee was a fantasy that Billi Sue - actually Navy Seaman William Wilson at the time - had tried to fulfill years before when his ship had made port in the orient. The sucking and fucking part had worked out okay, but neither of the two prostitutes could pee in his mouth for him. The few women he'd been able to convince to try it since had been equally as unsuccessful. He'd enjoyed piss play with several men, going back to his teens, but had given up on it ever happening with a woman of his own. The only outlet for his piss compulsion that he'd been able to share with a woman regularly had been with a friend's wife in an ongoing affair that had lasted for years when he'd lived on the west coast. Until tonight. And while he'd enjoyed several great sexual escapades with other men while dressed in diapers, drag, or both, having that sort of experience with a woman was just too far fetched for him to consider. He'd had a few experiences, none of them particularly successful, cross-dressing to some extent with a woman after his initial fun as a teen with Maggie. But except for Francine, none of the women since Maggie had been encouraging and he hadn't dared to mention diapers to any of them. So he thought the odds of finding a women receptive to his fetishes were higher than winning the state lottery. And with two women . . . . absolutely impossible. Until tonight. The best part, he decided as Maggie reached her second or third orgasm and he willed himself to join her, is that they are nowhere close to being done for the night. He worried that he might not live long enough to make it to the dungeon. After Kathy had drained the last drop of her pee into Billi Sue's mouth, she laid beside him on his right and reached up with her right hand to fondle one of Maggie's tits. Billie Sue had used his left hand to fondle the other tit and tease the hard, fingertip size nipple. Then Kathy had leaned her head over his and kissed Billi Sue with incredible passion. "You've made my 'unforgettable experience' truly unforgettable. No way I could ever forget this," she'd whispered. Adding another, "Thank you," and then she'd taken the wet blond wig that had been hanging half off his head anyway and tossed it on the nearby bed table. Maggie's movements were picking up in tempo and intensity and having just cum shortly before, Billi Sue was able to provide her a nice long fuck while he tried to make sense of Kathy's remarks. Kathy's kiss and comment became clear to him a short time later when all three were cuddled in the pissy wet sheets. Kathy had been playing with the breast forms through Billi Sue's wet bra, slip, and blouse, and remarking on how real they felt and Billi Sue was explaining about the different types available. Maggie interrupted and changed the subject completely. "Happy Birthday sweetheart. I told you he was good at deflowering women." Maggie was speaking from one side of Billi Sue to Kathy on the other. "Was he ever!" Kathy replied. "Thank you both. This is the best birthday present of my entire life." They'd pulled his diaper back in place, so Kathy squeezed Billi Sue's cock through the wet, soggy material to indicate what she considered her 'birthday present' to have been. "Deflower?" Billi Sue asked, disbelievingly. He remembered Kathy's earlier comment at the pool about how she liked to slip off to relax by becoming a slut. "I know what you're thinking," Kathy said, her face inches from his, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "I've had a lot of men stick their dick in my mouth or cum all over me and I've let several women put all kinds of things inside me. But for your information, you're the first man to fuck me with a real cock and it was great." "Thank you," he whispered, proud of what he'd done with his manhood, but reverting again to his Billi Sue voice. Then a thought occurred to him and he turned to Maggie. "You really were too?" "YES"! she answered, punching his side. "Did you think I'd lied about that"? she asked needlessly, since it was obvious he did. Billi Sue flushed and thought, 'Oh shit I've stepped in it now'! Then he tried to explain. "Well . . . uh . . . I always thought virgins were supposed to be so hard to penetrate and I didn't have any problem at all when we did it so I thought you just wanted me to believe that. Guys that age all want girls to believe they're not virgins when they are and girls all want guys to believe they are virgins when they're not." Both ladies snickered. There was a generation between them but some things never change. "Blame my mom," Maggie said and enjoyed seeing Kathy's and Billi Sue's eyebrows go up. "I kept telling her to buy smaller Zucchini." They all laughed at that easy to understand remark and Billi Sue turned to Kathy and asked, "You a vegetarian too? You didn't seem to have much problem." "Don't eat the salad in this place," Kathy whispered loudly. "It tastes kind of fishy." After the laughter had died down she added, "Really, you ought to blame her for that." Kathy indicated Maggie and explained, "If you ever decide you want to be fucked, I'll be happy to give her a recommendation." "Speaking of salads and recommendations Ms. Housekeeper, weren't you supposed to be fixing supper for all of us?" Maggie asked, suddenly feeling famished. "I made a casserole and it's in the oven and ready to eat when you are. The salad is tossed and ready in the fridge. If I recall, you were the one that said to 'play it by ear'. I'm sure ready to eat any time you say." Billi Sue looked at Maggie and echoed Kathy's affirmation of hunger with a succinct, "Me too." "Should we eat like this and brave the mosquitoes at the pool or shower and eat at the table?" Maggie asked. "I vote shower," Kathy said and got another, "Me too," from Billi Sue. "Let's all use mine," Maggie suggested. Kathy literally leapt off the bed. "Last one in is . . " "Is a soggy sissy baby," Maggie interrupted and finished as she too jumped up to follow Kathy. "No problem there ladies," he replied to the now vacant doorway. "I'll be your 'soggy sissy baby' or your 'sissy bitch' or 'Cum Slut Sally' or anything else you want. If this aint heaven, I aint dying." He speaking to himself, left alone by the fleeing females, and hurried to catch up. He rolled out of the wet bed and hurried to once again follow those two beautiful asses and four gorgeous ass cheeks. In Maggie's spacious bathroom, the ladies undressed the 'soggy sissy baby' completely for the first time. Except for the fact that his body was shaved, hairless from the eyes down including all his pubic hair, Billi Sue looked like a regular guy once his smeared makeup was removed. That is, if you didn't notice the pink polish on his finger and toe nails. Soaping each other in the shower had nearly led to more sexual shenanigans, but Maggie had curtailed that. It wasn't until they were out and drying off and Maggie mentioned dry diapers that Billi Sue remembered that he'd left both his overnight bag and diaper bag in the car. He'd thought it would be presumptuous to show up at Maggie's door with an overnight bag in hand, though he'd brought it just in case. And if he did spend the night and she had planned for him to stay diapered, then he'd need extras and had covered that contingency with the diaper bag. It was close to dark and Maggie didn't have any real close neighbors, but he asked what she thought of him running to the car in a towel anyway. "Not at all necessary," she answered. "I think we have everything you need right here. Leave the towels and follow me." Then she took his hand to lead him, as Kathy took his other hand to be towed along, and the naked entourage headed for the mysterious, double locked door that he'd noted on their earlier tour. Billi Sue smiled, sure that at last he was going to get to see the Dragon Lady's dungeon and thought, 'Break out the whips and chains boys, here comes the 'Sissy Bitch' for his first lesson.' Once through the door, there was a step down to the floor level of the small, add-on sunroom. What made him stop suddenly and almost get knocked over by Kathy, a step behind him, was the view. From the waist up, the outside walls and ceiling were all the kind of tinted glass that varies with sunlight. So with the sun almost down, the glass was nearly clear and offered a beautiful view of the river. Even though Maggie's address was on 'River Bend Rd.', Billi Sue hadn't realized how close she was to the river. When they'd been sitting out at the pool, the view of the river had been hidden by a combination of shrubs and privacy fencing. Or maybe, considering how they ran around naked, it hid the pool from the river. But as beautiful as the view of the river was, the interior of the room was what gave him pause. It was set up to be a nursery; a nursery for VERY large infants. Maggie gave him a tug and pulled him all the way into the room behind her. "I told you that you'd find out everything you needed to know soon enough." Then she shifted her gaze back and forth between them. "Who's first?" Billi Sue was still too stunned to answer again. These women seemed to have a knack for leaving him speechless. So Kathy spoke up. "I'm not that hot on etiquette and protocol. But I'd assume that either the guest or the lady of the house should go first and if it's ladies first, than a real lady ought to outrank a 'wannabe'." Maggie smiled and moved to the large crib in the center of the room and after letting down one side to just below the waist high mattress, hopped up in it. Then she swung her legs up to assume the position of a baby about to be changed. "Does Billi Sue have one of these in her room?" she asked, rolling her head to one side to look at him. He shook his head and told her, "No she doesn't and I LOVE it. It looks like someone built a crib and frame to fit a twin size mattress." The inside walls on either side of the entry door and steps were mostly covered with built-in drawers and cabinets. Kathy knew just where to find everything she needed to diaper Maggie, as Maggie explained, "It's a hospital mattress. Waterproof. Seems like some people around here like to wet the bed a lot," she teased. "I had it built by a company in California and advertised it in a few of the 'ABy-Baby World' catalogs. But in a year's time I only sold one - it's about $1500 with mattress and shipping - and I deleted it. But if you want one, let me know." "After the wonderful birthday present I got, maybe I should get one for his birthday," Kathy said as she began to put thick cloth diapers and ruffled plastic diaper covers on Maggie, using hands that showed the skill of practice. In moments she was done and helping Maggie down off the crib. "Next," she said, smiling at Billi Sue as the two women helped him into the crib. In next to no time, they had Billi Sue in thick diapers and ruffled plastic panties and then it was Kathy's turn. Kathy was also quickly diapered and it was plain to see that she was as familiar with getting diapered as putting one on someone else. Nor was Billi Sue surprised when Maggie gave Kathy's clit a quick kiss before applying the baby powder. In spite of the age difference between them, there was a very strong and noticeable romantic bond. While Kathy went to her room to get a bra she thought would be a perfect fit for Billi Sue, Maggie explained his earlier question about it really being Kathy's birthday. "She'll be twenty-two Monday. We'd planned to go to Dallas for the weekend - her folks live in a Dallas suburb - and go out to some clubs and stuff Saturday night and then let her visit her folks on Sunday and fly back. We might still do that if you want to go." Billi Sue was amazed that Maggie was willing to change plans that included celebrating the young woman's birthday based on whether he would or could participate. "Count me in for whatever you decide," he told her sincerely, as Kathy returned with Billi Sue's breast forms and a pink, stretch lace bra. Then Kathy opened the small closet full of tops and cute little nighties, all neatly hanging for easy selection. Maggie picked out little t-tops for her and Kathy and a pink nightie for Billi Sue that would hide his bra. Satisfied with their unusual diner attire, she then herded the group toward the waiting food. 4. Billi Sue tried not to stare at the women's tits. He was really trying to pay attention to the food in front of him, but was having little or no success, as his eyes seemed to continually drift to the thin material covering the women's breasts. He was picking at his food as his mind drifted. 'What the hell is the matter with me'? He thought. 'I just saw those tits completely naked not more than ten minutes ago. And what's up with my cock? I just fucked them both and I can feel it getting hard again in my diaper. And the way they're downing those big glasses of tea makes me think they have something in mind for desert that isn't fattening. There's got to be a reason why they didn't take the wet sheets off of Kathy's bed.' "You don't like my casserole?" Kathy asked him. "Or aren't you hungry?" He and Maggie had gone to lunch together again, earlier that day. So she knew he should be as hungry as she was and it was his thoughts that were ruining his appetite. "I think something's bothering you," she told him. "We've been to lunch twice and I know for a fact that you're not shy with a fork." Billi Sue had to chuckle at her reference to his repeated trips at a pizza buffet at lunch. Loosened up, he asked, "Why me?" "Why not you"? she threw back at him. "Doesn't it look to you like you're perfect? At least for what we like to do? I think it's astounding that the same guy that fueled a lot of my fantasies over the last twenty-some years appears out of nowhere and not only is he still into some of the things that caused those fantasies, he's gotten into everything else I've learned to enjoy. Did you think - twenty years ago - that you'd ever get back into wearing diapers?" Billi Sue thought a minute, shook his head, and told her, "No." "Neither did I. I would have told you that you were nuts if you suggested it. I guess I've always enjoyed pee more than some, but I never thought about wearing a diaper so I could wet myself. Even ten years ago or eight when my dad needed to wear them, I didn't think about doing it myself at first. I probably changed my dad for a year before I decided to try wearing one myself. "Even more ironic is that we both moved back here and went into business at about the same time and we're both in the Chamber and go to meetings occasionally and we've never run into each other. "And something else. Why, after meeting Kathy, did I not think until today to look in my databases for customers right here in Millburg"? she asked him, obviously not expecting an answer when he couldn't possibly give her one. Instead he chose to get Kathy involved. "So how did you meet Kathy"? He asked, not really caring which of the two answered. "Just lucky," Maggie said, reaching to squeeze Kathy's hand. "Very lucky," Kathy echoed. "She probably saved my life." Billi Sue was astounded by that remark. He assumed Kathy didn't mean that Maggie had rescued her from a gang of terrorists or anything like that, but he couldn't picture this gorgeous woman, quite possibly a member of the next Olympic team, to be the sort that would need rescuing of any sort, and told her so. At Maggie's insistence, Kathy told Billi Sue her story. * * * * * * * Kathy's parents were the type that were both supportive and demanded perfection. In Kathy's case, she thought they could have been a lot more supportive and a lot less demanding. There was no way she could take her brother's place. Her older brother, who all through high school had been all-state everything in two or three sports just like his father, had been killed in a freak boating accident the summer before he was to begin his college scholarship. Kathy had been ten at the time, loved to dance ballet, and the only sport she enjoyed was swimming. She'd taken to the water like it was her natural environment back when she was still in diapers and at her parent's insistence, had taken up competitive swimming as soon as she was eligible. Prior to that, she'd thought of diving as the quickest way to get in the water. It was at one of her early swim meets that she saw the divers compete and realized it was what she wanted to do more than anything else. To her mind, it combined the grace and beauty of ballet with her love of the water. Unfortunately, it wasn't something that thrilled her parents. "Name the top three seeds in the country in diving," her dad asked as soon as she went to him to explain what she wanted to do. Of course she couldn't and he used that as an example of why, in his opinion, diving was not a competitive sport, and therefore, not worth the effort. "No one pays to see divers. If you like bouncing around on your feet like you do at those silly damn dance classes, you ought to take up tennis - or maybe golf. Those gals make millions." So any money that was spent on lessons was spent on tennis and what little instruction she got in diving came from older friends and swimming acquaintances. They were also the ones to introduce Kathy to a whole new kind of 'water sports' and sex that she never knew existed. She was barely ten when her mom had given her all the regular 'birds and bees' information and what she could expect after she got her period and warnings about what would happen if she ever let any boy play with her 'down there'. And it happened just like her mom had promised. First there were the monthly periods and cramps and hygiene issues. Then when she began to develop up top, the boys were after her like flies after honey. Even before she was old enough to date, boys were finding ways and excuses to get their hands on her. While she continued to play tennis and take lessons from a local pro to please her parents, she spent most of her free time with people she knew from swimming; especially one older girl that also liked to dive named Cissy. Her mom had warned her about letting boys play with her 'down there' but had never indicated there was anything wrong with girls playing with each other in that way. When Cissy gave her a story about how girls could make themselves feel good and not get in any kind of trouble like they would with boys, it dovetailed completely with what Kathy's mom had told her and she was happy to let Cissy show her how. By the time Kathy figured out that what she was doing with Cissy was supposed to be terribly wrong, Kathy was enjoying it too much to quit and could only laugh at the girls her age that were becoming boy crazy. Girls, at least the right kind of girl, were a lot more fun. At fifteen, her parents had reluctantly let her became a member of a swim team that traveled to UIL meets all across the state. She was at one of those meets in Austin, Texas, when the other team members initiated Kathy. "Would you like to become an Official Member of our Water Sports Club?" one of the older girls asked her and naive Kathy immediately had told them yes. So they had her lay down in the grass next to the motel pool and close her eyes while they all stood to straddle her body. Then almost as one, two girls and three guys began to pee in their bathing suits and let it splash on Kathy. If one of them hadn't moved forward to try to pee in Kathy's face, she might have never guessed the source of the warm liquid. A group of college kids had been at the pool before them and had left around dark, leaving dozens of beer cans, many of them still half full. At first that was what Kathy assumed they were doing - pouring the hot stale beer on her. But when it got in her nose and mouth, she knew it was pee. And to Kathy's surprise, instead of screaming or hollering or trying to get out of the way, she smiled and enjoyed it. Later in their room, Cissy and the other two girls asked her why. "I don't know," Kathy told them honestly. "It just made me all tingly inside." A short time later the girls asked if she'd like to repeat her initiation and Kathy had been glad to lay on the floor of the bathtub while the other girls took a turn peeing on her. Later Kathy learned that the 'Water Sports' initiation was a ritual that predated any of the current club members and no one knew for sure how long back it had started. But from then on, Kathy was part of any initiation and if a new member, male or female, showed any sign that the ritual didn't upset them, Kathy quickly became their very close friend. Boys, she discovered, were much more likely to enjoy the water sports ritual and want to experiment with piss play in private, than the girls. She also discovered that all boys didn't necessarily want to fuck as her mother had told her. Most were more than happy to settle for getting off with her help in some other manner. As Kathy matured, so did her abilities at hand jobs and giving head. By the time she started college, she'd decided that being sprayed with a young man's cum was almost as much fun as being sprayed with piss. Her learning to become a 'slut' was another of those somewhat innocent adventures that took an unexpected turn. Kathy had learned to appreciate all the male staring that went on anytime she was in her swimsuit at a meet. She knew those men, mostly married and the fathers of other girls at the meet, were imagining what Kathy's body would look like if she were naked. Kathy used that to her advantage. When she was on the platform or board and about to make her dive, she would envision herself to be naked with all the men and women lusting for her body. Those thoughts caused a thrill of excitement in Kathy that she put into every dive she made and it paid off handsomely in the form of medals and trophies. Unfortunately, medals and trophies were not an item that could be used to buy food or put gas in her car. In her freshman year of college, her team went out of town for a meet and stayed at a hotel just a few blocks from what all the guys called a 'titty-bar'. Apparently all the guys had been planning to visit the titty-bar well before they got there and challenged the girls to go with them. A few of the girls declined but Kathy and another girl took the dare. Since they kept calling it a titty-bar, Kathy expected the girls to be topless, but hadn't expected to find the girls wearing only the most miniscule of g-strings. Kathy had to keep her pubs trimmed, but these gals she decided, had to shave completely and that thought alone excited her. Then one of the guys she was with paid for a lap dance and Kathy had another shock. A young lady, no older than herself, sat on the guy's lap and rubbed her pussy on the bulge in the guy's pants until he shot cum in them. It took all of ten minutes and the girl had collected $50.00 for doing it. Kathy was VERY impressed and found a way to discretely talk to one of the girls about how she got into dancing there and was given a name and number to call. Two weeks later, Kathy went back for two nights over a weekend and made over $700.00. It was incredible. From then on, as Kathy's contacts grew, several times a semester she would take off to some big city within a three or four hour drive, to dance in a club on Friday and Saturday nights, and be back at school Sunday night with plenty of time to study for her Monday classes. Then after class on Monday, she would go to the bank and exchange the huge piles of one and five dollar bills for twenties, fifties, and hundreds. Two years later, when she decided to buy a new car, Kathy had flown to Las Vegas with a friend, coming home jubilant with a story about hitting a slot machine for $25,000. Her parents had believed every word. That's about the time that Kathy discovered there were other branches of her exhibitionism for her to explore. She'd made a friend that told her about the private parties she worked where guys paid her $500 to $2000 to put on a kinky sex show with another girl. Sex with the customers would earn big tips but wasn't required and Kathy wanted to know what kind of kinky sex was involved. "Easy stuff," the girl told her. "If we have sex together - you know, eat each other's pussy - we can split a grand plus tips. But if we do stuff like pee on each other and fuck each other with dildos, we can split up to five grand in one night!" Kathy would have done it for free! * * * * * * * "That's how I met Margaret," Kathy concluded. "At one of those parties." "Wipe the grin off your face you sissy bitch," Maggie told Billi Sue. "I was AT the party, not performing with her." Then she had to grin too. "A guy I know at one of my distributors invited me to go with him to a party where there would be a sex show and it turned out to be Kathy and her friend. When they started peeing on each other I came in my panties. Before she left I got Kathy's phone number and we became friends. Simple as all that." Billi Sue was certain that it hadn't been as 'simple as all that' but wasn't about to argue. At some point the two had developed a very close bond. Kathy's narration had done wonders for Billi Sue's appetite. "More?" Kathy inquired, pointing at his empty plate. "Please," he answered. "It was all delicious." Then he added with a wink, "And the salad was fabulous. Who made the tangy dressing?" "Sorry to disappoint you but it came from a bottle in the fridge," she said smiling, remembering her earlier remark about eating salads. Maggie asked for more too and while Kathy was getting it, Billi Sue asked Maggie, "So you saw her show and decided to get to know her better?" "I think I wanted to know her a lot better from the moment I saw her, but it was really about business at first. I was looking for models - especially female models - that would be willing to pose for the catalogs. I'd discovered that male models are pretty much willing to pose any way you ask them. But female models can be very touchy about doing any posing that might be considered sexual. They all seem to think that any minute Hollywood is going to find them and make them a star and they don't want a shady past or pictures to haunt them. So finding models willing to pose with a strap-on dildo or in diapers is NOT easy. "Anyway, when I spoke to her, she seemed interested and I was amazed to find her intelligent too. You'd be surprised how many of those girls that think they're going to be stars couldn't spell 'star' if you spotted them the consonants. So I told her I'd send her a copy of the current catalogs and she could decide for herself if she was interested in posing for either one or both. "Well, she hadn't worn a diaper since she was an infant, but when she saw the catalog, she wanted to try it right away and called me to tell me. We met again a few weeks later and I brought her some clothes and diapers and things to try and, well . . . . .we became lovers. If you'll go back to the new catalogs that just came out and you probably have at home, you'll find Kathy in there several times. Only a couple of the shots show her face, but I'd think by now you might recognize the rest of her." Kathy returned with refilled plates of food and then did the same for their iced tea glasses. For a few minutes they ate in comparative silence and then Billi Sue's curiosity got the best of him. It didn't look like they'd volunteer any information unless he asked. So he did. "You said you got the idea for the medical supply business from your dad's wet diapers or you were in wet diapers or something like that. How did you get the other two catalogs started? And if you needed kinky models, why didn't you try to find the roommate from college you said was so crazy?" Maggie finished the food in her mouth and told him, "I did." Then she took another fork full of the casserole and enjoyed the confusion her non-answer had given him. Billi Sue knew he was being toyed with and laughed, waiting her out. "What I mean is, I did try to find Crazy Alice several times over the last few years and no one knows what happened to her," Maggie finally explained. "I wondered, after I'd tried wearing diapers and wetting myself, if she'd ever done that. She was always trying some new way or place to wet herself. I figured she had to be the only one in the world that might have tried peeing in diapers for fun besides me. I never found her, but I sure found out I was wrong." "Found out how?" Billi Sue persisted. "Maybe I should start in the beginning too." * * * * * * * Maggie's divorce had been done without any involvement on her part. Being what she considered a 'good Catholic', she'd refused her husband's request for a divorce. So he took off with half the money in their bank accounts, and left her the two cars, and the house and everything in it. He also took his secretary. Some time later, she received notification in the mail that he'd filed for and received a divorce in the State of Nevada and a letter from her now ex-husband explaining that he and his new bride, now three months pregnant, would be living in Northern California or Oregon and wished her well. For the first month Maggie blamed her ex-husband for her problems. The second month it was the church's fault. The third month she blamed all her marital problems on her mother for ever letting her believe all that Catholic mumbo jumbo in the first place, and then her mother had died and Maggie had no one to blame but herself. When she was notified her mother was gravely ill, she flew home not expecting it to be for a funeral. She could tell her dad was not taking the loss well at all. He barely talked to any of the kids and only Maggie had been able to coax and coddle him like a baby to do anything. Left alone, he'd sit by himself in his bedroom - and that was if he even got out of bed at all. But he'd insisted he'd be all right by himself and sent everyone home after the services were completed. Maggie had been home about a week, trying to decide whether to go back to school and get her degree or try to enter the job market again when she received another emergency phone call. Her dad was near catatonic and wouldn't respond to anyone. After doing all she could by phone and talking with all the doctors she knew to talk to, Maggie reached the decision to put her house on the market, sell one car, and head for home to see if she could help her dad. There didn't seem to be anything physically wrong with him, he'd just totally lost the will to live and refused to function as a normal human being. The first time Maggie had to change her dad's wet diaper, Maggie was much more embarrassed than her dad. And her dad was red as a beet. She had to keep reminding herself that she'd studied to be a nurse at one time and if she'd continued into that profession, she'd have had to do this many times. And just because the wrinkled weenie that she had to clean each time had been the one to help create her, it shouldn't make any difference. But it had been months before she could be that clinical about it. Her dad never could and wouldn't tell her when he was wet, trying to put off the embarrassment of having his youngest daughter, his "Princess", hand wash his genitals. Then one time she teased him about liking to be in wet diapers and that being the reason he wouldn't tell her. He denied it of course, but it got him talking, a feat in itself, and it got her to wondering if just maybe it was true. She remembered how much her roommate, Alice, had liked to pee in her panties. She knew a lot of men were into all sorts of things that might be considered kinky. So why not her own father? Maybe, if she didn't think of him as her father, he was just an ordinary man with the same idiosyncrasies as any other man. Maybe his loss of bladder control wasn't entirely age related or psychological as the doctors assumed. And maybe peeing in a diaper really did feel good. That thought nagged her for days before she finally had the nerve to try it. She'd just come back from a supply run and had unloaded the Suburban into separate piles for the others to pick up. That's when she discovered that one of the bags of diapers that she'd gotten for her dad was the wrong size. Strangely - maybe subconsciously - she'd picked up one bag of diapers that would fit her. That night, after she knew her dad was in bed asleep, she wore a diaper again for the first time since her bed-wetting, childhood years. Many times over the years since that night, Maggie had wondered just how much affect her early bedwetting had on her later, adult interests. She knew as the youngest and last child in the household, she wasn't pressured to grow up as much as her older siblings had been. She remembered that Pam had wet her bed one time and it had been treated like a catastrophe. Yet when Maggie reached the same age and beyond and still wet the bed, her parents smiled, told her she'd outgrow it, and put her in diapers like it was the normal thing to do. She couldn't recall that she had ever wet her diapers on purpose or even enjoyed them, but she couldn't remember that she'd disliked them at all either. And if diapers had helped to extend her reign as the "Princess," could she have somehow developed a desire to wet herself too? Could it also have played a part in her becoming an avid fan of the piss play Pam introduced her to years later? The diapers had surely played a part in her and Pam having sex. Pam was only four years older but had been the one responsible for getting Maggie into her nighttime diapers and Maggie had loved the way Pam would oil and powder her 'tissie'. Later, when they were teens, sharing a bedroom and after-dark secrets, Maggie reveled to Pam how good she remembered that feeling had been. Pam told her they could still do that and that a lot of grownup girls made each other happy that way and that they didn't need any oil or powder or diapers to enjoy it. She also explained that once a 'tissie' had hair on it, it was called a 'pussy'. So for the next several months, if one or the other weren't flying the 'red' flag, they'd cuddle together in one of their beds at night and play with each other's pussy. Then Pam, by then a high school junior, had told Maggie that a friend of hers at school had a boyfriend that liked to kiss her on the pussy. "How come"? Maggie had asked astonished. "Because it's supposed to feel really, really good for the girl," Pam said, drawing her in and after a few minutes of meditation, Maggie had asked, "Does it have to be a boy that does it for it to feel good"? Pam wasn't sure so they decided to find out. They discovered that a boy wasn't really necessary at all. Pam's next revelation had been that two girls had been caught peeing on each other in the gym shower and another round of experiments had been initiated. Maggie had often noticed the taste of pee on Pam's pussy so why not try a larger quantity? Made sense to her. Soon, the girl's before bed baths were preceded by before bath golden showers with a little pussy tasting mixed in. That lasted for several more months and then Pam had gotten completely crazy over a new boyfriend and left Maggie to her own devices. That's when Maggie discovered her brother Richard was wearing Pam's panties and other things and having some fun of his own. It hadn't taken much to coerce him into doing his cross-dressing and masturbation for Maggie's enjoyment and that had continued for several months before Pam had caught them and stopped it. But the sight of her brother's cock had fascinated her and Maggie went looking for a boyfriend of her own. Unfortunately, homely, flat-chested girls don't get much response from guys. All 'Maggie May, plain as day' got for her efforts was ridicule. It almost turned her against boys forever and might have if it hadn't been for 'Wee-Willie Wilson'. * * * * * * * "You're not serious," Billi Sue said. "Are you telling me you might have become a lesbian if I hadn't had sex with you after graduation?" "I don't know for sure," Maggie answered, "but I think there's a good chance of it. Think about it. The only sex I'd had was with my sister and I loved what she'd do to me with her tongue. According to the girls at school, most guys wouldn't do that, but Billy Wilson was rumored to be very good at it. I'd gotten super turned on by seeing my brother dress up in lingerie. That was supposed to be something very weird and unusual, but guess what? Billy Wilson was supposed to like to do that too. So to my way of thinking, the only boy in the whole school that had any chance of making me enjoy sex with a boy was Billy Wilson." "And you both grew up to like diapers and lived happily ever after," Kathy said, trying to be funny. But instead of laughing, Maggie and Billi Sue locked eyes, looking as deeply into the others soul as they were suddenly looking into their own. Billi Sue was stunned to realize that Kathy may be young, but she was absolutely right. There would never ever be another woman as perfect for him as Maggie May and she knew it and she knew that he knew it. And that would explain why his ears were ringing and why he couldn't breath. He knew he should say something, but his mouth wasn't working either. Maggie's thoughts were very similar. 'When she gets a dive completely perfect she calls that "nailing it" and I think the minx has nailed it again. There isn't a man alive more suited for me than the big sissy baby sitting across the table from me and I think he's thinking the same thing. He's waiting for me to say something and I haven't any idea what to say. Wouldn't the gang at the office love to see the Dragon Lady utterly speechless. God I wish he'd quit staring. But I'll be damned if I'll look away first.' Kathy saved the moment from becoming too serious too quickly. "Boy I can just see the wedding announcement if you two got married," Kathy told them. Then she acted like she was reading from a paper. "The bride looked stunning in a white lace diaper cover and the groom was especially handsome in his calf length dress. After toasting the wedding party with glasses of warm piss, the happy couple departed for their honeymoon at the 'Happy Tots' nursery. You gotta send me an invitation." By the time she finished, Kathy had both Maggie and Billi Sue about to burst with laughter. Billi Sue used the opportunity to quickly change the subject to something safer and saw the relief on Maggie's face. "You didn't tell me how you got the other two companies going out of your medical supply business. I mean I can almost see how you could segue into vibrators and from there maybe to dildos. But how did you come up with the ABy-Baby stuff"? "I didn't," Maggie told him. "One of my customers did." To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com