Date: Thu, 06 Apr 2006 10:50:42 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: California Dreamin', Part two

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.


                          California Dreamin'
                       (Bisexual, TV, Urination)
                         by Amber Fountaine


                              Part Two


	"My God! I think I've married a nympho-maniac," Lester moaned at
Daffy's suggestion that he might want to return to their room for more sex.

	Marge laughed and told him, "I always thought that's what all you
men wanted."

	Daffy looked confused and embarrassed. "You're always talking about
eating me for dessert. I thought that's what you meant."

	Marge put her hand on Daffy's arm and told her in mock seriousness,
"Well at least we know why you married him."

	Then Daffy saw the humor in her misunderstanding and laughed too, telling
Marge, "Well he is good - but don't get any ideas." Then she remembered
something and asked Marge, "You were talking about rumors, did you know that
there was a rumor at one time that you were a lesbian and that you dated all
those football guys to cover it up and the reason you never went out with
one more than once or twice was so you wouldn't have to make out with one of
them?"

	"Really?" Marge countered, acting surprised. In fact, she had been well
aware of that rumor and how it had been started.

	"Really," Daffy told her. "Then when you began dating Dennis and started
going steady and all and everyone knew you had to be fucking him . . ." She
sort of trailed off when she got a look from Lester and realized she might
be going a bit too far in the honesty direction.

	Marge smiled and told her, "Yeah, that's true. Dennis did love to fuck."

	Lester couldn't take any more. "All right ladies - and I use that term with
some trepidation, considering the current conversation - I'd like some apple
pie for dessert. Make that, 'with ice cream'. Anyone else?"

	Daffy made a face and told him, "Oh pooh. Look who's being a prude." Then
she jumped up and told them, "I'll get it. Margie, how about you?"

	Marge shook her head, "No thanks. I try not to eat in here more than once a
week and discovered the hard way to stay away from the dessert line. The
pastry chef here is world-class in my opinion."

	"Well we both need to loose some weight," she told Marge, elbowing Lester's
shoulder and nodding in his direction at the same time. "And pie and ice
cream isn't gonna help. But we can start on that next week."

	"Yeah, you should eat all you want on your honeymoon," Lester joked and got
another elbow for his efforts

	As soon as Daffy was beyond hearing, almost as one, Marge and Lester asked
about Dennis, and then laughed about it.

	"You first," Lester told her.

	"I really haven't heard a word." Then she gave him a detailed explanation
about what had happened, first with her laughing at his proposal and then
her remark that afternoon at her house.

	"I suspected it was something like that. He didn't appear to be overly
sensitive, but all of us in the geek group got teased a lot. It didn't
bother us if it was from 'Joe Average' but if someone we cared about did it,
it hurt. My folks moved about then too. Dennis had their new address and he
sent that card from Germany to me at their house. But when I wrote back to
the address on the envelope, my letter was returned undelivered."

	"He didn't say what he was doing or anything?"

	"Nope. Just a card and it wasn't signed. I figured he had intended to put a
letter in the envelope and forgot. And then my folks moved again and the
post office won't forward mail after six months, so if he did send another
card or letter or anything, I wouldn't have gotten it."

	Marge could see Daffy on the way back so she quickly asked, "How much have
you told Daffy about the things you did - we did - in high school?"

	Lester flushed and told her, "Nothing. I don't do that any more."

	"Not even one little pricky-pooh to suck on?" Marge teased. "Don't you miss
it? I'll bet you think about it."

	Lester didn't answer, as by that time Daffy was only a few steps away, but
the flush had become a full-blown blush and that was all the answer Marge
needed to reach her own conclusion. She'd have bet anything that Lester's
'anymore' probably didn't go back much further than a few months, when he'd
started seeing Daffy. She'd seen a lot of cocks sucked by both men and women
in the last ten years and she was sure she could tell the difference between
someone that did it because it was expected and someone that really loved
doing it. She was certain that Dennis and Lester both belonged in the latter
group. You don't give up something you love.

	But with Daffy at the table and unaware of Lester's previous sexual
preferences, she didn't pursue any details of Lester's activities during the
ten year period before he had hooked up with Daffy. And in another way, she
was sort of disappointed too. While Daffy might be an airhead, she still had
a great body, even if she had put on a few pounds, and Marge had to admit,
at least to herself, that she'd been sort of hoping the two had a more
liberal attitude about their sex lives. That might have been because she
hadn't had sex in a few weeks. She was horny!

	Instead they discussed careers and Daffy commented on being surprised Marge
hadn't gone into something to do with Art. "You were so good! Do you still
draw or anything?" Daffy asked.

	Marge smiled and thanked her. "I still get into it some," Marge told her.
"The ambition sort of comes and goes." Then, with her previous thoughts in
mind, she decided to test the waters. "The last time I got in the mood, I
was doing nudes in charcoal, but I lost my models and the mood passed before
I found someone else to pose."

	"I wouldn't imagine you'd have a hard time finding someone to take off
their clothes in this town," Daffy commented.

	Marge agreed. "That's true enough. But I prefer to use people I know. I
remember when I was in college and we'd have models pose for us and everyone
would draw like crazy and nobody said a word. Posing can be boring and doing
artwork can be too. It's a lot more fun if you know each other and can talk
while you're doing it." She didn't want to explain the real reason was that
using people she knew almost always led to great sex.

	Then she acted like she'd gotten a flash of inspiration. Sitting up
straight and full of excitement, she asked Daffy, "How about you? Would you
like to pose for me? You've got a perfect figure for it."

	"Me?" Daffy asked, slightly stunned. "You don't think I'm too fat?"

	"Not at all. Think about the women you've seen in paintings and statues.
Not a single one was skinny. Men prefer women that have a few extra pounds -
right Lester?" She didn't mean to put Lester on the spot, but she remembered
how Lester had been fascinated by Connie's bigger, fuller body, and how he
hadn't been able to keep his hands off it when given the opportunity. She
suspected Lester probably hoped Daffy would put on a few more pounds or at
least keep the ones she'd gained.

	"I think you're right," Lester told them. "I think she has a perfect body.
And I'd love to have a painting or drawing of Daphne to hang in the bedroom
of our home. Do you have a studio or something?"

	"I wish," Marge said frankly. "I use the sun porch of my house. We've got a
few hours before we loose the light if you'd like to try it."

	It took a few more tries before they got Daffy to agree, but once she
decided in favor of the idea, she became the most enthusiastic. Since the
three couldn't fit in Marge's Corvette, and Lester hadn't gotten a rental,
Marge commandeered one of the hotel limo's to take the three of them to her
house west of town. On the way, she explained one of her rules.

	"When I have nude models, I always work in the nude. That's another reason
I only use friends. It makes the models more comfortable and relaxed and
natural looking." Then she told Lester, "If that makes you uncomfortable,
you can watch TV in the living room."

	"You mean I'd have to be naked too?" Lester asked, surprised that he'd be
covered by her dictate.

`	"No. It means Daphne will be nude and I will be nude. How relaxed could we
get if we're both nude and you're standing there with your clothes on like
some lecherous pervert." Then she acted like she'd had another brainstorm.
"Maybe you could pose too. In fact, I've never done a couple and I've always
wanted to."

	Daffy giggled. "I've never done a couple either and that might be fun - but
you mean in a picture." Then she blushed at her misunderstanding while
Lester looked at her with eyes that had opened in more ways than one.

	Marge smiled at them both, thinking that with a few glasses of wine or the
Champagne, this might work out just fine. "I'll get us something to drink
and you two can decide how you want me to do you."

	Daffy giggled again at the 'do you' part and looked at Lester with those
big eyes of hers gleaming. Marge had seen that look before and knew from
experience that there was a lot of events in Daffy's past that she hadn't
let Lester know about yet. She didn't know what Lester was going to do, but
the last thing she saw before entering the kitchen was Daffy unbuttoning her
blouse.

	By the time she got back, it had gotten even better. Daffy was down to a
pair of panties that barely covered a neatly trimmed bush. And all Lester
had on was his tighty-whities and they were no help hiding his erection. But
what really made Marge smile was what Daffy was doing. She was squeezing
Lester's hard cock through the material and telling him, "I love it when
it's like that and I'll bet Margie will too."

	"Margie will what?" she asked, like she had no idea what they'd been
talking about.

	"Mister Shyness here," Daffy answered, indicating her new husband, "got his
dick hard when I started to undress and now he's changing his mind about
being in the painting with me."

	The bulge in Lester's slacks had been visible when they'd gotten out of the
limo and Marge was surprised Daffy hadn't noticed. She decided not to
mention that. "Lester, what's the matter with you?" Marge chided him.
"There's nothing wrong with having an erection. In fact, it would look wrong
if you didn't. You just got married to a gorgeous girl like Daphne - you're
supposed to be excited when you see her naked! It wouldn't look natural if
you weren't hard. You said you wanted to frame it when I'm done and hang it
in your bedroom. So it's not like everyone that visits your home is going to
see it."

	When she didn't get a response, she sat the tray down and told them, "I
hope you both like Champagne. It's a little early in the day for me to have
anything stronger." Then after she'd handed each of them a glass, she took a
sip of hers and decided to have some fun at Lester's expense. Going back to
their previous topic, she said, "And besides Lester, it's not like I haven't
seen it before." She paused just long enough to get the look of panic on
Lester's face, then she pulled him out of an explanation he wasn't ready to
tell Daffy about. "In fact, every male model I've ever used, going back to
when I took Art in college has gotten a hard-on while posing. Of course in
college we were told not to notice and that was a joke."

	"You mean because it turned the girls on?" Daffy asked.

	"Sure it did. Two-thirds of the class were young women, most of whom had
just discovered how much fun they could have with a hard cock. And the third
of the class that were male were almost all gay. They were more interested
in playing with hard pricks than the girls were. A few of us girls used to
joke about how every time we had a male nude model, the male students got
big bulges in their pants and almost fell asleep when it was a nude female."

	Lester was beginning to suspect that Marge had some plan in mind behind
this whole modeling idea and by looking her in the eye and smiling, he let
her know he approved. But it was Daffy that provided Marge the opening she
needed.

	"Did any of the girls get turned on when you had female models?" she wanted
to know.

	"A few of us did," Marge told her, letting the implication of her saying
'us' hang out for either of them to pick up.

	Daffy was the only one to respond. "Wow," she said between swallows of
Champagne, finishing the glass with the last one.

	Marge followed suit, finishing her glass too and telling them with a
giggle, "I guess I should have used bigger glasses." Then she left them
alone for a few minutes while she went to her bedroom to undress. On the way
back, she stopped in the kitchen to get the bottle of Champagne and an
insulted jacket to put it in. When she got back out to the sunroom, she
found Daffy and Lester, standing as before, with Daffy holding Lester's
erection. Lester had one arm around Daffy's shoulder and his other hand was
cupping one of Daffy's breasts. Only this time her panties and Lester's
jockey shorts had disappeared.

	She paused to admire the good looking couple, creating a portrait in her
mind that she'd later transfer to her canvas. It was exactly how she
intended to paint them, but she wasn't about to tell them that yet. "Well it
looks like you got him ready," Marge teased. "But I'm not sure if it's to
pose or if you had something else in mind."

	"I can't help it," Daffy confessed. "I mean Les isn't the first guy I've
been with - God knows I wasn't a virgin even when we were in high school.
But I think he's got the most beautiful cock and I can't keep my hands off
it." Then she noticed Marge was now naked too. "Oh my God! You really
haven't gained a pound."

	Thank you," Marge told her. "But it looks to me like you're just the right
weight for your size. You were sort of skinny back at Canoga. But I remember
thinking your breasts were gorgeous - and they still are - even better than
I remember."

	"I like your breasts too," Daffy responded, breathing huskily, her eyes
glazing with lust. "And I love the way you trim your pussy."

	"Thank you," she replied, blushing slightly as the two stared at her neatly
trimmed bush. "I like the way you keep yours too. Does Lester help you? I
see his pubic hair has had some help." She didn't mention that it had
obviously been completely shaved off.

	"That was me," Daffy said, giggling. "We were playing in the bathtub about
a week ago and - I can't tell you what he wanted me to do - it's our little
secret. Anyway, I told him if he wanted to look like a baby I should shave
off all that big boy hair and he let me."

	Lester blushed even more and tried to avoid Marge's knowing smile. Then he
asked what sort of pose Marge wanted - sitting or standing or what and how
long would they have to sit still. "If it's gonna be more than a few
minutes, I better go . . . . uh, use the bathroom first."

	Marge noted that Lester had avoided using the word 'pee' in front of her
and was sure she knew why. Undoubtedly he still enjoyed piss play as much as
he had back in high school. And if she was reading Daffy right, he was still
into diapers as well. She suspected his shaved crotch was what he'd been
nervous about letting her see and not that he'd had a hard-on. She needed a
few minutes alone with Daffy and told him, "Back the way we came in, down
the hall to your right and it's the first door on your left. Take your time.
I haven't decided yet how I want to pose y'all."

	As soon as Lester was gone, Marge said to Daffy, "This may sound like a
silly question, considering you've already agreed to pose in the nude and
we're all already naked, but are either of you camera shy? The reason I ask
is, people don't pose for portraits like they used to where you had to come
back for a few hours over a period of several days. I want to pose you a
couple of different ways and take a picture of y'all from several angles for
each pose. Then I'll use those pictures to work from while you two are gone.
It'll be a few weeks before I can finish a painting. Or if you'd rather just
have me do a quick pencil sketch . . . .?"

	"Oh, a painting would be awesome! I thought you were gonna do one of those
drawings like they do at carnivals and festivals and stuff. Do you have a
Polaroid so we can see the pictures?"

	"Better than a Polaroid. It's one of those new digital cameras that doesn't
use any kind of film. I can store the pictures in my computer and either
email you a copy or print them and send them to you." She didn't mention
that it had been a gift from a gentleman friend that had been in town for an
electronics industry convention. She'd slept with him every night of the
convention and when he left, he'd given her some of the new products his
company had been demonstrating.

	Then she switched to the subject she was sure she could get Daffy to reveal
to her. She was certain that Daffy was one of those people that thought a
secret was something you could tell to only one person at a time. So in a
soft, conspiratorial voice, she told Daffy, "Funny you should mention
something about Lester wanting to look like a baby. I remember how jealous
he was of Dennis when we got Dennis to wear diapers and be the baby for the
Cheer Squad Christmas skit."

	"Gosh, I never made that connection." Daffy's eyes were wide with
amazement. "He told me that sometimes he likes to wear diapers and that he
had friends when he was younger that used to wear diapers for fun and that
they'd gotten him to try it too. I thought he meant real young, like in
elementary school or something. The little weasel is holding out on me."
Then in an equally conspiratorial voice, she told Marge, "I think he and
your old boyfriend used to have sex together. We were talking about things
we'd done and things we liked to do and when I told him I liked to have sex
with other women sometimes, he admitted he'd had sex with other guys. But he
said it was mostly a long time ago and he didn't do that any more."

	Marge could tell that Daffy was doing some serious thinking and didn't
interrupt her with a response. Daffy was looking over Marge's shoulder, out
one of the windows of the sunroom at some object in the distance as her mind
whirred.

	Then all of a sudden, realizing what she'd just said, she smiled and looked
at Marge. "Does it bother you or surprise you that I admitted that I like to
have sex with women too?"

	"Not at all," Marge answered, stepping closer so that their breasts were
brushing each other and each could feel the firmness of the other's nipples.
"I guess we have that in common. I wasn't too active with other girls in
high school like y'all suspected, but my roommate in college was just like
us and we slept together almost every night." Then she put an arm around the
small of Daffy's back and pulled Daffy tight against her, their tits now
crushed together and their pubic mounds were grinding on one another with
growing need. They'd just begun to kiss and might have wound up sliding to
the floor if they hadn't heard Lester flush the toilet. Instead they broke
their embrace and Marge whispered, "Don't tell him I told you, but he and
Dennis both wore diapers and definitely liked to suck each other's cocks. I
hid in Dennis's closet and watched them do it. It wouldn't surprise me a bit
if he wouldn't love to see you and me get it on. Can I assume you'd be
willing?"

	Daffy was grinning ear to ear and nodding when Lester walked in.

	Lester wasn't anybody's fool. One look at the two women and he knew
something was up. "What are you two planning that I don't know about?" he
asked suspiciously.

	Marge replied quickly so that Daffy didn't spill the beans. "I was just
asking Daffy if y'all are camera shy. I need to take some pictures of you
two so that I have something to work from after you're gone. If you really
want to have me paint you, it will take a couple of weeks or longer in my
spare time and I imagine you both have to get back to work."

	When Lester saw the logic in that. He nodded in agreement and Marge got her
camera.

	"First, I want to get some shots of you two standing together in a couple
of positions." Then Marge began moving them one way or another, taking a few
shots, and them repositioning them again. Each time, instead of giving them
verbal instructions, she mostly used her hands to push them together or pull
them apart or turn them in a certain direction. In the process, she brushed
her stiff nipples across both of them several times and 'accidentally'
brushed up against Lester's renewed erection until it was as hard as it had
been before he went to pee. One time she told them, "No. Your feet are still
wrong," and dropped to her knees to place their feet where she wanted them.
This time she 'accidentally' brushed Lester's cock with the side of her face
and smiled up at him. She already knew exactly how she intended to have the
portrait turn out and it was all a subterfuge for her to play with their
bodies, making each of them more randy.

	"Now let's take a few of you two sitting down." Marge pulled out a small,
armless chair from the corner of the room. "This chair won't be in it. If I
decide to do it this way, the chair will become a rock on the beach or
something like that. Since you're both in the nude, I'll most likely put in
an outdoor background. Let's start with Lester sitting down facing straight
ahead and Daffy, you sit in his lap with your legs to his left."

	When they'd moved as instructed and Daffy sat in his lap, she giggled and
said, "I think he's trying to fuck me."

	"Lester, behave yourself," Marge said in mock repugnance. "Even newlyweds
take it out once in a while."

	"It's been out for a couple of hours," he countered, grinning, "and that's
long enough."

	Marge ignored him and had them move their arms in different poses, shaking
her head when at one point Lester had cupped both of Daffy's tits in his
hand. Then she told Daffy to turn in the other direction. Daffy made it half
way.

	She'd swung her right leg out and across both of Lester's legs so that she
was straddling both of his. That's when Lester's erection popped out from
under Daffy, almost looking like Daffy had suddenly grown a very short, but
thick cock. Her slit was completely hidden by Lester's drooling prick.

	He wasn't the only one that was sexually agitated. "Hmm, I can feel how wet
you are," he groaned in her ear.

	Daffy used one hand to press his prick against her slit, hunching her hips.
Then she could wait no more. She lifted slightly and guided Lester's cock
into her juicy hole. If either of them was bothered by Marge's presence,
they didn't show it. Daffy moved her hands to the tops of Lester's knees,
and at the same time, Lester slid down in his chair. Within seconds of
starting, the two were fucking up a storm.

	Marge continued to take pictures, stopping only long enough to put a new
disc in the camera. After taking a few more shots, she put the camera down
and pushed Lester's legs apart, moving down between them and wondering if he
remembered the time she'd done the same thing when he'd been fucking her
friend Connie. Then, just as she'd done back then, she began to fondle his
drawn up balls with one hand and caressed Daffy's tits with the other, while
using her tongue to lick Lester's cock and Daffy's clit. The extra
stimulation was all it took to push both of the horny newlyweds over the
top. Lester thrust up into Daffy with all his might, at the same time
holding her down by the hips and grunting as he flooded Daffy spasming pussy
with his cum. Daffy grunted too, only her orgasmic sounds more closely
resembled an owl hooting.

	As Marge waited patiently for the moment when Lester's spent cock slipped
out of Daffy's hole and she could lick up the mingled juices of their sexual
coupling, cleaning them both with her tongue, she once again thought of
Dennis and how he loved to lick cum from a fresh fucked pussy, preferably
hers. She'd had sex with dozens of men since she last saw Dennis but none of
those men had shown Dennis's enthusiasm for licking cum from her cunt. If
Dennis were here right now, she thought with a knowing smile, he'd be right
beside me ready to lick up the cream she could see beginning to ooze out of
Daffy's pussy.

	Then she got hasty and impulsive. She reached behind Daffy's butt and
pulled her forward a couple of inches, causing Lester's cock to break free
and unplug Daffy's cream filled pussy. Marge's tongue was right there to
catch every bit of the white frothy mixture. She got most of it with a
couple of quick swallows and then began to probe deeper, making short side
trips to nibble on Daffy's clit. It didn't take much probing or many side
trips before she heard Daffy hooting like an owl again, enjoying another
orgasm from Marge's stimulation.

	Since she'd just been thinking about Dennis, it was only natural for her to
think about Connie too. Between the two of them, they had accounted for
almost all of her teenage sex. If it were Connie she was eating to orgasm,
she'd be getting a face full of hot pee right now. As Daffy's hooting
subsided, she went back to Lester's prick and slowly began to recover as
much of the flavor of their mingles juices as she could, sliding the whole
softened member between her lips so she could bath it with her lips and
tongue. He was damn near hard again before she came up for air.

	"Do you do that for all your models?" Daffy asked with her silly giggle.

	Marge looked up at the two smiling faces and nodded. "That's the other
reason I prefer to use people I know."

	Daffy stood up then and pulled Marge to her feet and into an embrace. When
she broke it, she asked, "If you've got enough pictures, maybe you could
show us your bedroom? I owe you one." Then she turned and shared a smile
with Lester and when she turned back, told Marge, "We both do."

	Marge was happy to lead the way, feeling certain that the trio would be
sharing her bed for the rest of the weekend.


*  *  *  *  *  *  *


	Dennis had guessed the couple he was going to visit lived close to him in a
suburb southwest of Salt Lake City because of their phone prefix and that
had proven to be true. When they'd called back, Betty introduced herself,
had given him their address, and it had turned out to be within walking
distance - if he hadn't had on a diaper. With a diaper as thick as the one
Dennis was wearing, walking became a waddle and was best kept to a minimum.

	In this case, the minimum had included a stop to pick up a 12-pack and then
the short walk from their driveway to the front door of their house. He
really didn't know what to expect when he rang their bell. In addition to
the 12-pack in one hand, he'd brought an overnight case with his lone
baby-doll nightie and some extra diapers, with the expectation that they
would probably want to sissify him too. He wasn't sure he'd be spending the
night. It was Thursday and they both might have to be up early for work. Yet
Betty had remarked that he should plan on spending the evening in Georgie's
wet bed. He had no idea if she meant for a few hours this evening or all
night. Either way, it gave him a lot of possible scenarios to think about.
But there was no way he could have expected the sight that greeted him when
the door opened.

	"Hi," Betty said, then over her shoulder, hollered, "Georgie, PP is here to
see you."

	He'd expected, in all the scenarios he'd dreamed up in the last few hours,
to see Betty dressed in some sort of dominant attire - like leather lingerie
or something along those lines. Instead, she had on a simple housedress and
apron. She appeared to be as typical a 'lady-of-the-house' as Dennis had
ever seen. That surprise was easily eclipsed by Georgie.

	Dennis had envisioned Georgie to be sissified and attired in something like
the baby-doll nightie Dennis had brought in his bag. Instead, Georgie had on
an outfit that reminded Dennis of an old Shirley Temple movie. In addition
to the short mauve dress with white trim and big puffy sleeves, Georgie had
to be wearing a dozen pink petticoats and the bottom of his lacy, bloomer
panties were visible too. His hair was fixed in two little pigtails, one
over each ear. His pink lipstick, rouged cheeks, and painted fingernails -
big girl makeup - didn't detract at all from his little girl appearance.

	"You really look cute," Dennis told him.

	Georgie smiled and looked down and Betty had to prompt him. "Say 'Thank
you' Georgie."

	Georgie almost whispered, shyly telling Dennis, "Thank you."

	Then Betty told Dennis, "PP - If you want to play with Georgie, you'll have
to stay and play here. She's being punished for wetting the bed again last
night and I'm not allowing her to go out to play."

	Role-play was new to Dennis so all he knew to do was nod in agreement. He
lifted the overnight case to show her he'd come prepared and then the
12-pack and was about to ask where to put it, when Betty stopped him in his
tracks.

	"I expected you'd like to dress like Georgie is dressed. Don't you want to
be a sissy for the weekend?"

	He wasn't sure how to answer. He wasn't sure what to answer. For the best
part of ten years he'd been denying to himself that he was a sissy at heart.
He'd gone in the Marines because they had the reputation of being the
toughest of the services - proof to the world and especially Margie that he
wasn't a sissy. For the entire time he'd been in the Corps, he'd ignored the
urge to wear lingerie or diapers and felt guilty whenever he'd masturbated
while fantasizing about that. But Margie had been right about one thing,
there were plenty of cocks for him to suck. He was far from the only jarhead
that had a jaw that ached for man-meat.

	And if he was honest, he had to admit that it wasn't a coincidence that the
second day he was out of the service, he'd found himself taking a shortcut
through the lingerie section of a large department store. He'd told himself
several times that lingerie had nothing to do with his shopping trip that
day, that he'd just been looking for civilian clothing. But all he'd come
home with to show for his day at the mall had been two pair of panties and a
nightgown.

	During the few weeks between his separation and going to work for his
uncle, Dennis had lived at home. By then his sister had bloomed into an
attractive, well built young teen and after catching Dennis wearing panties,
had given him one of her old training bras, providing him with the first bra
he'd worn in years. And not long after that, while spending those two weeks
with Taylor, he'd acquired a baby doll nightie to wear to bed when he sucked
Taylor's cock.

	So at thirty years of age, Dennis decided it was time to quit lying to
himself, and anyone else too, about where his heart was really at. Again he
held the lady's overnight case in front of him. "I . . I'd love to be a
sissy for the weekend," he managed to admit to Betty, say the words aloud
for the first time. "But all I have to wear is lingerie. I brought a nightie
and some panties that fit over my diaper."

	Betty smiled at him and told him, "I thought as much. Georgie works at BYU
and has to worry about his reputation. He comes up here to play because
sometimes he likes to go out dressed as a big girl and we don't want to risk
running into anyone that might recognize him. I suppose you have a similar
problem?"

	"Not really," Dennis told them as they sat to talk and relaxed with each
other. "Not that bad anyway. I work for my uncle in the computer industry -
our local offices are in that tall glass and white marble building near the
University in town. I couldn't go into the office dressed in diapers or drag
or anything like that. But I don't go out dressed like that, so I don't
worry about it. I mean, even if it got back to my uncle, he wouldn't tell my
folks and as long as I didn't piss off a client, he probably wouldn't say
much."

	"Would you like to dress up like Georgie and spend the weekend with us?"
Betty asked again to be sure.

	Dennis looked at her and smiled. "Yes, definitely."

	"I can tell you have on a big, thick diaper. Is it wet yet?"

	"Wet, but not real wet. And I'm wearing plastic pants over the diaper. It
won't leak."

	"Good. I just checked Georgie and she's gonna need a change about the same
time. So in the meantime, why don't you tell us all about how you got to be
a sissy."

	Dennis never hesitated. From the moment he'd told her that he'd love to be
a sissy - confessing aloud for the first time - it had been like a huge
weight had been lifted off his chest. He began in the beginning, telling
Betty and Georgie about how he'd been a young bedwetter that continued to
enjoy wetting himself in other ways into his teens and how he'd learned
about gay sex with a couple of his school friends and how his first
girlfriend got him to try wearing diapers again and dressing as 'Denise'.

	Then he described how Margie had encouraged 'Denise' to continue having sex
with the two boys, plus her girlfriend Connie, including several three-somes
and a few four-somes and that caused Betty to raise her eyebrows and ask,
"Are you sure you're not making this up? If what you're telling us is true,
you've had more sexual adventures in your teens than most adults do in their
whole lives."

	"You're probably thinking like I did back then," Dennis answered. "If it's
this good now, when I get to be an adult, it'll be even better. Only it damn
sure hasn't turned out that way." Then he told her how his dad had gone
bankrupt and about Margie teasing him and going in the service.

	"Was she right about that?" Betty interrupted. "Were there lots of nice
cocks for you to suck?"

	Dennis nodded and blushed as images of those beautiful stiff and drooling
dicks flashed across his mind. Both Betty and Georgie were several years
older - not as old as his parents, but close enough that he almost felt like
he was confessing things to his mother. "Not in basic, but yeah, after that,
there were a few." Then he told them about his experiences in the Marines,
going to work for his uncle, running into Taylor in Colorado and how that
got him back in diapers once again. He finished up by telling them there'd
been a few girlfriends and some anonymous cocks here and there, "But that's
what I meant. Compared to my senior year of high school, it's all been
pretty boring. I guess I had more fun in any one month with Margie and
Lester and Taylor and Connie, Margie's neighbor, than I did in over ten
years since then."

	"I'm surprised you let this Margie get away. When guys like you and
Georgie, or my ex, find a woman that enjoys sharing their fetishes, you
don't usually let go."

	Dennis knew she was right. He considered it to have been one of the big
mistakes of his life. But he wasn't going to go into all the details and
explanations. Besides, he had a question too. "Why did your ex get away?"

	Betty smiled, almost sadly. "He was quite a bit older than me and," she
paused, using one hand to point up and told him, "He went to the big playpen
in the sky."

	Then she went on to tell Dennis about discovering how her boss liked to
dress in women's clothes and thinking that might be fun and how it had led
to a relationship and then marriage. "He had grown kids that weren't too
thrilled about him marrying a woman half his age, but we couldn't tell them
why we were so happy together. After he died, they were going to contest the
will - he left me this house and enough stock in his company that I wouldn't
have to work. I sat down with his daughter and showed her an album of
pictures of Victor dressed as 'Vicki'. I told her I had another album of
more explicit pictures of her dad with me and other guys, but she didn't
want to see it. His daughter had suspected her dad was into that for years,
even before her mom had accused him of it in their divorce. The boys had
sort of ignored their mom's accusations, considering it as typical divorce
mud slinging. So when I showed her what a great time I'd had with her dad
while he was alive, she thanked me for being there for him and went to the
other kids and told them to drop it."

	Then she put an arm around Georgie's shoulder, hugging him to her. "One of
the things I shared with Vicki was a fondness for other young sissies, like
Georgie here. Vicki found this little cutie on the Internet just a few
months before he died. The wetting and diapering thing was new to me, but
it's turned out to be a lot of fun. She was a real help to me through it all
- and still is."

	The drinks Betty had fixed had definitely taken the chill off the blowing
blizzard outside, and as she'd planned, loosened the lips of her guests as
well.

	"You're lucky to have each other," Dennis told them wistfully.

	We think so," Georgie said, looking at Betty in the same way she was
looking at him and that made Dennis feel like an intruder.

	"So you're not married?" Dennis asked. He'd assumed they were but now it
sounded to him like Georgie was also visiting. "When I ran into you
yesterday, I thought sure you were."

	"I guess sometimes we act like it," she told him. "And we've talked about
it. Georgie spends the night here more often than he does at his house."

	Georgie had been mostly quiet up to then, smiling and nodding in agreement
with Betty. But he had his own opinion on the subject of marriage and wasn't
going to let and opportunity pass to express it. "She's already agreed to
marry me. But she wants to wait a full year from when we buried Vic."

	"Would another month kill you?" Betty asked Georgie. Then she told Dennis,
"He wants to run off to Vegas and get married. It's not like he can't spend
as much time as he wants here."

	Considering the missed opportunities in his life, Dennis had an opinion
too. "I think you ought to do it. How would your husband have felt about you
marrying Georgie after he was gone?"

	"It was his idea," she said without hesitation. Then Betty thought about it
and nodded. "I don't know. Maybe you're right. Vicki always told me I was a
natural mate for a sissy male. He had a bad heart since long before I met
him and he used to tell me if anything happened to him, I should find
another sissy to keep me happy. And I guess he knew his time was short.
After we met Georgie, he used to tell me that Georgie would make an ideal
sissy husband if he wasn't around."

	"Yeah," Georgie piped in. "Vicki used to tell me that too. I think the
world of Betty. I can't imagine loving anyone more. But sometimes she can be
so God damn hardheaded."

	"Little girls that curse get their mouths washed out with soap," Betty
chided him sternly, but they could all tell she was teasing.

	When they'd finished laughing, Dennis suggested, "Why not now? This
weekend? You could catch a plane in the morning - assuming they're still
flying in all this - and be in Vegas and married by lunch. The only hard
part might be getting a flight back Sunday evening."

	Georgie looked at Betty with as pleading a face as had ever graced the
continence of a child. It wouldn't have surprised Dennis if Georgie had
begged, "Please, please mommy. Pretty please." But he merely looked at her
with those eyes that beseeched approval and waited for Betty to answer for
both of them.

	Betty grinned at Dennis in response, and then looked at Georgie. One glance
was all it took for her to know what Georgie thought of the idea. Then she
did it a second and third time, looking back and forth between the two
sissies while she tried to think of a good reason to say no. When she
couldn't come up with one that she knew would hold up, she decided to leave
it to fate.

	Turning back to Georgie, she told him, "Before you start packing your
overnight case sweetie, we ought to find out if the planes are still flying
like Dennis said."

	Dennis spoke up, glad to help. He had a strong romantic streak and the
situation appealed to him. "Most of the work I do for my uncle is with a
support team and we travel a lot. That's why I can office just about
anywhere in the company. We always meet wherever the customer's offices are
at to do our work. I use a travel agent that can get me flights when
everyone else says they're booked. I'll call her for you."

	He had to reach Nancy on her cell phone since she was a time zone ahead and
it was after office hours. When he told her he needed two seats to Vegas
with a return on Sunday, Betty tapped his shoulder, shaking her head.
Holding up three fingers, she whispered, "You're going with us or we don't
go."

	That gave him a moment of pause, but in an instant he agreed. He'd already
committed to spending the weekend with them. What difference would it make
where they spent it? He liked the idea and told Nancy, "Make that three
seats and two rooms wherever you can get us in."

	Again Betty shook her head and this time held up one finger as they both
smiled at Dennis. Dennis smiled back and told Nancy, "Make that a suite if
you can find one and put it on my card. It's a wedding present."

	They both looked at Dennis with awe. "You don't know us at all," Betty told
him. "You're nuts to spend money on us like that."

	He realized there was a lot of truth in what she'd said and questioned his
own motives. Thinking out loud, he told them, "Look, five or ten years ago
I'd say you were right. And you would have been. But maybe I've been going
through some sort of early change of life or something. You're right about
me liking to be a sissy and I think that maybe even five or ten days ago I
would have argued with you about that. But I did a lot of thinking since I
ran into you in that store. I was probably thinking about it before then and
didn't want to admit it. Walking up to you and giving you advice about
diapers was completely out of character for me. But there was something I
saw in the two of you that made me want to help you. I could tell that
Georgie was a man that liked to be sissified and I wanted to meet another
guy that enjoyed that. It's nice to know that there are other guys like me
and I'm not some sort of outlandish freak just because I like to wear ladies
lingerie and piss in my diapers.

	"So I guess I was hoping even before I spoke to you, that y'all lived
somewhere close enough that we could become friends. And now that I've seen
you again and talked to you and all, I know we will be friends - probably
very good friends - and I like to do things for my friends."

	They started to argue that good friends or not, it was still too much and
Dennis stopped them. "I told you how much I enjoyed the things I did in high
school. You've told me how much you like to do the same things now. So let's
not argue about it. You've got more important issues to decide." Looking at
Betty, he asked, "Do you know what dress you're going to get married in? I
know that's important to a woman. And what about Georgie? Is he going to
wear a dress too? Remember you're going to Vegas and I suppose if he wants
to wear a dress he can."

	"What about you?" Betty countered. "If Georgie and I both wear a dress,
shouldn't you?"

	Dennis stammered for an answer. "I . . uh . . . haven't ever gone out . . .
as Denise . . . uh . . . I don't go out . . .  anywhere . . only at home I .
. only have two nighties and . . . "

	Betty cut him off and gave another of her ultimatums. "But you'd like to
I'm sure. And so would Georgie. So we all go as women or we don't go at
all." Then she teased Dennis, using some of his own words. "Remember Denise,
you're going to Vegas and if you want to wear a dress you can."

	Georgie got a laugh out of that and Dennis did too. Still he might have
argued, but his cell phone rang and he answered it. After a brief
conversation, he told her he'd call right back and then told Betty and
Georgie, "She says the weekend before Valentine's Day is NOT the time to be
looking to go to Vegas at the last minute to get married. But like I said,
she's good. She got us a suite downtown and three seats on a morning flight,
returning Sunday evening. She said they're canceling and delaying flights
here right now, but it should be back to normal by our takeoff time of
10:45. She also warned me that there will be people looking to get our seats
if we're late and to check in no later than 10:00 - earlier if we can make
it."

	Betty nodded. "They're probably overbooked. It takes an hour to get to the
airport from here under normal conditions and more if it stays like this and
it'll take you little girls a while to get dressed so . . . I think we
should figure out what we're going to wear and get it packed and then get
you girls to bed." She could see the concern on Dennis's face and told him,
"If you're worried about clothes, we have plenty for you to choose from.
Vicki had quite a wardrobe that I'm sure will fit you. But I'm not sure
about your hair. It looks naturally curly and it's long enough to style but
we don't have time . . . unless . ." She stopped talking to grab the phone
and punched in a number from a handwritten list by the phone. While it rang,
she asked Dennis, "Is there anything you need from your house?"

	Dennis wasn't sure how to answer and when she started talking on the phone,
it gave him a moment to think. He suddenly realized how impulsive he had
been. His overly friendly gesture had resulted in trapping himself into
going out - and not just out in public for an hour or even for the night,
but out of town on a plane trip - as 'Denise'. As much as the idea excited
him, it also scared him. He'd often thought, usually while spending and
evening in lingerie, about what it would be like to go out for a night on
the town in drag. But he'd never come close to a fantasy about traveling as
Denise.

	And what about the reservations? Nancy said she knew of a chapel in Vegas
where some friends had been married and that she would call him back with
the name and number. He'd had no idea what their last names were and was
supposed to have the names for the plane reservations by then. He hoped he
could get around that by using their first initials so there was no
indication of sex. Normally, when a sudden trip was thrown at him, all he'd
need to grab would be socks, underwear, and a change of clothes, but Betty
had said she had everything he'd need. He wouldn't be carrying any male
clothing and that was scary too. So that left only one thing. "I need to
have my neighbor feed my dog and pick up my newspaper," he finally answered
when she hung up, "I can call him to ask him."

	"Good, you can call him on your cell phone on the way to Maggie's. Maggie
is waiting on us. Lucky for us that Thursday night is the night they stay
open late." Then she turned to Georgie. "We're going to Maggie's to get his
hair done. Do you want to go like that? Maggie had been dying to see you in
one of your sissy outfits. She said she's just finishing combing out her
last customer and already had the closed sign on the door when I called."

	Georgie smiled and nodded shyly. That earned him a big hug and a kiss on
the cheek from Betty. "You sissies are so much fun. I feel like a little kid
myself - like a little girl playing with dolls. You're just like dolls. I
get to dress you and you even wet when I tell you. Then I get to change you
and  . . . that will have to wait until we get back and let's just hope the
streets stay open. Just because the planes can take off and land doesn't
mean we can get there to get on one." With that, she hustled both of the
boy/girls out the door.

	Two hours and some later, they were back and Dennis was a changed man - or
in this case - woman. From the minute Maggie had finished combing him out,
he'd looked at himself in every mirror or piece of glass that would show his
reflection. She'd trimmed his curly hair only slightly and then styled it in
a very feminine way, assuring Dennis that all he had to do was wash it and
comb it like he normally did, "If you don't want to keep it like that,"
she'd teased. She'd also flirted outrageously with both of the sissies,
offering several times to change their wet diapers, Dennis especially, and
had assured 'Denise' that 'she' was welcome in her little shop anytime,
hinting at the fun they could have if he were her last customer and they
didn't have an audience.

	So they were all sexually aroused by the time they got back and that
presented a problem. "I know my little Georgie," Betty told Dennis, "and
she's just dying to get inside your soggy diaper. You can't believe what a
licking I get if I pee in my panties first and she's just as wild about
sucking wet pee-pees. BUT I also know that if we get started doing that,
we'll be going at it until after midnight. And to be on the safe side, we're
gonna need to leave here by eight, eight-thirty at the latest. So I think
the thing to do would be to go to bed now, and I'll sleep in the middle and
hope you two don't drown me. But first, I want all of us to pick out the
clothes we want to wear or take with us."

	Dennis didn't know where to begin or how to go about it and it didn't take
Betty but a minute to realize that and do the picking for him. She had him
strip down to just his diaper and plastic panties, fitted him with a bra and
pads, and then told him he should try on a few things, explaining mix and
match would work best and that he should pick one dress for the wedding
ceremony.

	At first he felt a little strange about trying on clothes that he knew had
been worn by Betty's dead husband. That passed quickly as Betty began with
lingerie, something that had excited him for years. She had him put on a
slip before trying on dresses. Then with that selected, she picked out a
garter-belt for him, stretching it around his waist above the diaper to be
sure it would fit. It had been over ten years since he'd done anything like
this, back when Margie had dressed him much as Betty was doing and Dennis
wondered to himself how he had managed to keep from doing this sooner. He
was really enjoying himself.

	For much of the time that Betty was helping Denise assemble a small
wardrobe, Georgie had been nearby, looking at Denise like a hungry dog would
look at a pork-chop. Betty hadn't said anything, but she'd noticed. After
she'd put together a small array of slacks, skirts, and blouses for Denise,
explaining to him how they could be worn in any arrangement, she told Denise
to leave on the padded bra and get into his nightie.

Then she'd seen much the same lustful look on Denise's face during the much
shorter time it took for Georgie to put together the clothes that he wanted
to take. "Okay girls," she told the two men, "I've been watching you two
drool over each other. It looks like I have a choice of sleeping with one
eye open or letting you get a taste of each other."

	Turning to Denise, she confided, "She was just like that with Vicki too. If
the two of them didn't get enough dicks in their diet, they were impossible.
I think the both of you are going to need some nice, creamy, cum in your
bellies to get to sleep tonight. So while I run out to the garage to get the
suitcases and pull out what I need to take, you two can play. You can pull
your diapers down but don't take them off. You'll have to keep them on until
morning."

	That said, she was out of the bedroom, leaving Denise with no idea what to
do next. But Georgie knew exactly what to do.

	Pushing Denise back on the bed, the older sissy offered to show Denise the
procedure for having sex in a wet diaper. He needn't have bothered. Denise
could remember how he'd done it in his teens, but kept his mouth shut and
let Georgie have his way. Georgie worked the front and sides of Denise's
diaper down far enough so that the waist in front was just below Denise's
cock and balls. And once they were exposed, Georgie wasted no time filling
his mouth with piss flavored prick, pausing occasionally to lick droplets of
pee from Denise's ball sack. Betty had watched them begin, and once her
soon-to-be sissy husband was contentedly sucking cock, she smiled and went
about her business.

	Denise would have liked the feeling to last forever, but that was a
physical impossibility as aroused as he'd become. He would have filled
Georgie's mouth with cum before Betty was halfway down the hall if he hadn't
pushed Georgie off his prick to tell him, "Let me try it."

	Georgie moved up over Denise, then lay beside him, letting Denise up so he
could move down between Georgie's legs. Denise had a slightly easier job of
pulling down Georgie's diaper since it was one of the disposables they'd
bought at the store where they'd met. He loosened the top tabs of the
diaper, folding them back like they'd been when they came out of the
package, then worked the diaper and ruffled pantied down to mid-thigh.
Georgie's sweet little cock glistened with piss and Denise dove right in,
getting most of Georgie's rigid five-inch erection in his mouth on the first
try. Denise admired Georgie's hairless crotch first with his eyes, and then
with his tongue, licking every bit of it. When he was sure he'd gotten every
drop of flavor, he gave Georgie a mini golden shower.

	It wasn't the first time Georgie had been peed on, but it surprised him
just the same. When Denise had asked if it mattered if the sheets got wet,
he'd assumed that Denise was talking about their soggy diapers coming in
contact with the bedding. But then Denise had raised up on his knees and
quickly pointed his still exposed prick at Georgie's prick and let go with a
short burst of hot pee that splattered all over Georgie's crotch and belly.

	Betty returned just in time to see Georgie react to being peed on by
swiftly sitting up and trying to get Denise's cock in his mouth. It appeared
to her that he managed to get one good swallow before Denise's bladder ran
dry and she could see the disappointment on his face.

	"I've got more if anyone is thirsty," she offered, quickly forgetting her
earlier dictum about not letting things go too far. She really did need to
pee, she rationalized, and there was no sense in letting the sissies have
all the fun. As she shed her clothes, as quickly as possible without ruining
anything, and joined the soggy set of sissies on her bed, she decided there
would be plenty of time in the morning to pick out what she'd wear while the
sissies were cleaning up.

	Not that she had ANY intention of letting the two of them get in the tub at
the same time!


To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com