Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2006 03:14:20 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
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