Diaper Day Care # 7 "Foursome"

by Pulsar

Hi, this is Sydney again. As you recall a few days ago, my good friend Corey and I got spanked my our moms in the grocery store, and in front of each other. It stung and burned like fire but they made us cum at the end of our spankings. But after that, I'll mention that I had another sleep-over with Trang (my new girlfriend) at my house. We did the same thing like before, making out and such, and the orgasms were great.

And after another sensuous weekend with my new-found girlfriend, I returned to school on clouds, feeling that I had everything I needed in life, now that I had Trang. I no longer heard snobby Cloe's voice in the afternoon as I waited for the daycare bus. I just got on. When Corey got on at her stop, she sat with me as always. But Trang's school was the last stop and the three of us would squeeze into one seat.

Once we arrived and had shed our school clothes for gown and diaper, we raced down the hallway for the fourth-grade room. However, something struck us all. We weren't quite sure how to react. There outside in the hallway by the door stood Morgan talking with a new girl and her mother. I nearly froze. For this girl was quite crippled. She leaned against a walker on skinny legs with feet turned in somewhat. She stood in the school gown with a diaper about her slender body, smiling up at Morgan with a warm grin as she spoke to both mother and daughter in her soft soothing voice.

And so we simply walked past and entered our room to start our routines of playing board games on the carpet, or running around doing cartwheels, summersaults and such. "Well... I guess we're getting a new girl," I said quite solemnly.

"Yeah," mumbled Corey at a loss for words.

As for Trang, she stared nervously from the room into the hallway as the three of them talked for a few moments. Morgan rested her hand on the crippled girl's shoulder as she spoke what I assumed were reassuring words to them that she would be in good hands.

"Well uh... you think she'll like it here?" I dared to ask.

"I don't know I... I hope so," mumbled Corey. "She probably needs a lot of... of... y'know, special help."

"Yeah," I agreed. "I... I wonder what happened to her."

"Maybe she was born that way," said Corey. "But... you know how mean some people can be. So she probably has a hard time finding kids to hang out with."

I could have cried as I considered her overall situation. Corey was right! I DO know how mean some kids can be, and often kids like that girl in the hallway are just completely ignored, if not snickered at behind their backs.

But soon the girl's mother left and Morgan guided her into the room. She leaned on her walker and somewhat shuffled her feet as she forced herself inside a room full of strangers. But Morgan rang her familiar bell. "Okay girls! On the carpet! Pacifiers!"

We knew what that meant. It meant 'sit down and shut up!' only Morgan wasn't the kind who would talk that way. And on cue, we raced to the carpet, sat down and obediently put our pacifiers in our mouths. "Everybody here and listening?" asked Morgan once the room was silent.

"Good. Now girls, we do have a new girl to our group. Her name is Stacy! Remember how you felt your first day here so let's treat her like we'd want to be treated and welcome her."

And so, everyone in unison said, "Helloooo Stacy!"

She looked out at us with blushed cheeks of apprehension, yet grinned big as a nervous reflex. But Morgan continued. "Now Stacy has some special needs, and I'm depending on you all to be good to her. I've been talking with her and her mother and she's a very sweet girl and bright too! She makes good grades. So let's make her feel warm and happy here. Can you do this?"

"Yeeesss, Nanny Morgan," we replied like zombies in group-think.

"Okay, girls, we appreciate your attitudes," replied Morgan. "Now let's give her a chance to get to know everybody before we start our group time."

And so, Corey bolted from the floor immediately and approached her. "Hi, I'm Corey," she said with her trademark sweet voice and glowing smile I knew so well. "You can come sit with us."

And soon, Corey helped the new girl Stacy down to the floor. She somewhat plopped down on her skinny crippled legs flat on the carpet in our midst but Corey supported her. I smiled within, for I still admired Corey to no end. She was the most pure-hearted person I had ever known, and perhaps would ever meet. "Hi Stacy," I said bashfully. "I'm Sydney." I waited for Trang to say something, but she was at a loss for words. Not that she was rude; she just was just the type who didn't want to say the wrong thing. "...And this is Trang," I continued. "She's just shy."

Stacy gave us all a bashful toothy grin. "Hu-hu-hu-hu-Hi!" she said with a stammer, perhaps related to her condition.

Finally, Trang smiled and waved to her, although she kept her pacifier in her mouth. But I tried to keep the conversation going. "So, you like to play 'Clue?' Or would you prefer 'Monopoly?' We can do 'Go Fish.'"

"Whu-whu-whu- whatever you wa-wa-wa-want!" replied Stacy.

And so, we played on the floor for a while. Corey was her usual sweet self, bonding immediately with Stacy. Right away, Corey revealed to her that she was a 'full-timer' without any shame or shyness whatsoever. Stacy grinned upon the news, replying, "me-me-me me too!"

I guess I wasn't surprised. If she had some problem affecting her walking and her speech, then I guess it could have attacked her bathroom functions too. I cried inside for her. And I could see Corey felt bad for her too. But she was so relaxed around her. I guess finding another incontinent soul her age seemed to really make her feel good.

When the day was over and the mothers had arrived to pick us up, Corey assisted Stacy to her feet and walked beside her. First thing she did when her mom arrived was to introduce her to Stacy. Trang and I stood by as Corey's mom smiled upon her. "Hi Stacy!" she said. "I see Corey's done it again and made another friend!"

And all Stacy could do was to stammer her replies. But Corey's mother paid it no mind and patiently listened. And soon Corey was begging her mom to allow her over for a sleep-over. "Well, we'll have to ask her mother, sweetie," she said. "But Stacy, we'd love to have you."

Soon enough, Stacy's mom arrived, and my mom right behind her. We all started talking about the 'new girl.' My mom looked sadly upon Stacy regarding her condition, yet she then smiled at her all the same. "Hi, Stacy. Oh my, you've got such a pretty smile!"

And after a few minutes of chit-chat among the moms, Stacy's mother was almost in tears. "Well, it's so nice to meet you all. As you can see we've NOT been happy at the other places, but now I... I know I've brought her to the right place."

"Well, I felt the same way with my Syd," said Mom.

And so we all went to change back into school clothes, but keeping our diapers on of course. And as I buckled myself into the car, I gazed out the window as Corey walked with Stacy all the way to their van. I broke into chills as I watched her kiss Stacy on the cheek and give her a big hug. Yes, I still had strong feelings for Corey, my first Sapphic crush. But at this point, I was happy for Stacy. A tear may have escaped my eyes, but I was very happy seeing how good Corey was to her. I was wondering if perhaps Corey had found love.

And so the week passed. Come the weekend, there came the inevitable sleepover, which our mothers had come to expect. And by Corey's design and charm, we all wound up over at her place Friday night in a 'four-way' gathering. Yes, it was me, Trang, Corey and her new-found friend Stacy. Somehow, I was the first to arrive. I took my bag to Corey's room, but not before my mom handed over a bag of diapers to Mrs. Callahan, telling her she hoped it was enough. Corey only giggled, but I settled in her room and we sat on the bed to gossip. She was in her long tee that covered her diaper when she was standing.

But it was no secret she had it when she sat down on the bed with one knee bent and the other leg hanging off the side. Therefore, I took a deep breath and slid down my denim skirt and kicked off my shoes, thus leaving myself in nothing more than a tee and diaper. It was still something to get used to, but I have to admit it was quite a liberating feeling, as if my body had just been freed. And so we talked things over as our moms sat in the kitchen chatting away. But soon there came a knock on the door and we both raced to see who it was.

There stood Ms. Ho with Trang hiding behind her. "Hi Trang!" gleamed Mrs. Callahan. "Glad you're here!"

"C'mon, Trang!" coaxed Ms. Ho. "Go play with your friends."

And so she emerged with a shy smile on her face, and two pigtails dangling on each side of her head. "Oh my, she is such a doll!" said my mom.

"Oh yes, she sure is!" agreed Mrs. Callahan. "Girls, why don't you take her stuff to the bedroom.

"Okay, c'mon, Trang," coaxed Corey. "Let's go!" And soon, we were unrolling Trang's bedroll and digging through her satchel to see what she had brought. And it didn't take long before she too sat with us giggling, in nothing but her shirt and diaper. And as I've said before, she often preferred the company of her pacifier, mainly as an excuse not to talk.

We had broken out the deck of cards when suddenly, there came yet another knock at the door. Instantly, we bolted up, knowing it had to be Stacy. We arrived just as Mrs. Callahan opened the door. There stood Stacy, leaning on her walker with her mother at her side with her bag. "Hi Stacy!" gleemed Mrs. Callahan. "The girls have been waiting for you."

"Stacy!" cried Corey. She hardly gave her a chance to enter before she seized upon her and hugged her, lifting her off her feet.

"Corey! Be gentle!" scolded Mrs. Callahan.

"I'm not hurting her, Momma," she assured.

Stacy's mother grinned as she watched Corey's antics, but said nothing about it. But Mrs. Callahan put her arm around her. "So, how've you been, Ginger?"

"Busy, but just fine!" replied Stacy's mom.

"Well, come sit down for a cup of coffee," coaxed Mrs. Callahan. But she looked at Stacy as she grinned speechless in our company. "Oh Stacy, you sure have the prettiest smile! You sure are a doll!"

"Th-th-th-thank you-you-you," she stammered spastically, as if speaking took every effort she had.

"Oh, bless her heart!" lamented my mom.

"Now girls, why don't you help her get settled in, but please BE GENTLE!" coaxed Mrs. Callahan.

"Yes momma," assured Corey.

And soon the four of us were sitting on the floor of Corey's bedroom, in nothing but shirts and diapers. Stacy leaned against her bed as we played cars, her skinny legs spread apart to help hold her up. She would giggle along with us, causing her bright rosy cheeks to puff out, yet she hardly said a word. I guess she was embarrassed about her stuttering speech. I felt really bad for her.

Eventually, Corey pulled her over to her, where she could recline against her. She sat between Corey's straddled legs, leaning against her. Occasionally, Corey would kiss her cheek or nibble her ear, causing Stacy to giggle with her trademark bright smile.

And eventually, we started to gossip about people we knew, from either school or the daycare. After all, talking about people behind their backs is what we did best! But we weren't too mean, honest! We asked Stacy a few questions and sat patiently as she struggled to speak, but suddenly, as she seemed to get hung up on a word, she began to cry.

"Oh Stacy!" said Corey as she wrapped her arms about her. "Don't cry!

We're supposed to have fun here." And with that, she slowly swayed from side to side to comfort her.

But Stacy covered her face, as if to hide from the world. And so Trang and I scooted over closer to engage in in 'group-hug.' She calmed down somewhat, but still sniffled and wiped her eyes. I tried hard not to tear up, and I could see Trang wiping a tear or two. But Corey, bless her soul, simply rocked back and forth, softly humming for a few moments. "C'mon Stacy, let's have some fun," she whispered.

And so Stacy reached out for her backpack she had brought and produced a small dry-erase whiteboard with a marker. And on it, she began to write a message. She wrote quickly, yet when she showed us, it revealed rather pretty and prissy handwriting. 'I can't talk well,' it said.

"Oh Stacy, we're not gonna worry about that," replied Corey. "We all can still have fun together."

And so she erased and wrote again, 'People laugh at me.' "Well, some people are just jerks!" snapped Corey, "but we'd never do that, you should know that. We love you!" And with that, she kissed her on the cheek again.

And so Stacy began to write again, this time taking longer and writing in smaller letters, filling up the board. 'You are the nicest girls I've met. Thank you for inviting me here.' And of course, she included a little smiley face at the end.

"Aaaaw!" we all said.

Finally, I just had to speak out. "Uh, Stace! You can talk to us all you want. You don't have to write everything."

But she scribbled another message down in her prissy writing. 'This way is easier sometimes. It's hard not being able to talk normal.'

"Well, okay," said Corey. "Whatever you want, honey! But you're not any less normal than we are! And we'll love you all the same!" And with that, she giggled and nibbled on her ear. Trang and I then giggled too as poor Stacy didn't know how to handle Corey. But then suddenly, she began to cry again. "Oh Stacy, what is it now?"

And of course, Stacy scrawled another note on her board and showed it to Corey. "I'm crying because I'm happy now," Corey read aloud.

"Awwww!" we all said.

"Hey, I know! We'll all write notes instead of talking. Sorta a truth or dare game in writing!"

"Yeah!" agreed Corey and Trang. But just then, Corey's mom came into the room. "Girls! Why don't you come eat your supper now. It's fresh out of the oven!"

"Pizza!" gleamed Corey.

"No, not pizza!" replied Mrs. Callahan. "You girls have had more than your share of junk food! We've got baked chicken, potatoes, rolls and carrots!"

"Aw mom, that's not slumber party food," protested Corey.

"Well it's good food for your little growing bodies! Now let's go girls!"

And so we stood up, and then pulled Stacy up on her skinny legs. But Corey reached down and picked her up like a groom carries a bride. Poor Corey staggered about, yet managed to carry her to the kitchen table.

"Corey! For Gods' sake be careful! You're gonna hurt both of you!"

"OH, I got her, Mamma!" assured Corey. All the while, Stacy hung on with an arm around her neck with a wide grin. But soon she sat her down in one of the chairs. "There you go Stacy."

"Now girls, I've got cookies in the oven... for AFTER you eat your dinner," declared Mrs. Callahan.

"Even the carrots?" I asked.

"Especially the carrots!" assured Mrs. Callahan, playfully hitting me on the head with a potholder. "You've never seen a rabbit with glasses, have you! They're good for your eyes."

And so we at our dinner cooked by Mrs. Callahan, and helped clear the table. Naturally, we didn't ask Stacy to get up and help, but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she really wanted to do her part. But we enjoyed some cookies, fresh out of the oven before we all went back to Corey's room. And of course her mom called out from the kitchen, "Now girls, you tell me if you need to be changed! I don't want you all sitting around in wet diapers! Got it?"

"Sure Momma!" cried Corey from her room. And so we finally began our note-writing, which made for a quiet evening. We started off writing questions about our being in diapers and such. Finally, I dared Trang to take off her shirt. I mean, it was no big deal because none of us had breasts yet. Then we started daring each other to kiss everyone with the tongue, things like that.

But eventually, we all went back into the kitchen for more cookies. Then, we watched a little TV while sitting on the floor. Naturally, Stacy reclined into Corey and likewise, I held Trang in the same manner. But eventually, Mrs. Callhan told us it was time for bed.

"Mom, it's kinda early for bed on a Friday night!"

"Yes I know. And I know that when you send a bunch of girls to bed at a slumber party, they don't sleep right away too! They stay up and talk and giggle and have pillow fights! So I'm sending you to bed now so you kids will fall asleep at a decent hour!"

And so we all made our way back to Corey's room. Soon, Mrs. Callahan came in with a bottle of baby oil. "Okay girls! Who's wet?"

"I'm not" I boasted. "Wait... yes I am! I forgot that I had peed while watching TV."

"Oh Sydney!" groaned Mrs. Callahan. "You're such a pistol! And what about you, Trang?"

"Mmmm, I think so," she replied.

"And Corey, I know you've got to be wet by now!" added Mrs. Callahan.

"And Stacy, I promised your mother I'd keep you dry! So let's get to it, girls! On the bed!"

And so we climbed up on Corey's bed, after helping Stacy up there of course. And one at a time, we had to lay their holding our knees as Mrs. Callahan ripped our wet diapers free from our growing bodies. I went first, and I could feel my already-hard clit start to tingle once exposed to the outside air for all the world to see. I bit my lip as I felt that cold baby wipe rub all over my crotch and gently teasing my throbbing bud. It almost seemed as if Mrs. Callahan was teasing me on purpose. But she said nothing as she wiped me clean and then powdered and oiled me. And finally she secured a clean dry diaper in place.

Then she moved on to Stacy, noisily ripping the old diaper free of her lanky body. Stacy held her skinny legs up by clutching her bony knees as Mrs. Callahan wiped her clean. Yet she gasped as that baby wipe went down in her crotch. "Is it too cold, honey?" she asked.

"N-n-n-no," stammered Stacy. Poor girl, I could tell she wasn't used to having strangers change her diapers.

"Just relax and we'll have you all clean and fresh," continued Mrs. Callahan. And thus she wiped again, Causing Stacy to flinch and moan as her tiny little clit suddenly popped up from under the hood. "Ooops! Got a little excited, didn't we?!" chuckled Mrs. Callahan. "Oh well! Just means you're a growing girl!" And soon she had a fresh diaper on her as well. "Okay, sweetie, you're ready for bed."

Next she changed Trang. And I wasn't the least be surprised to find those little lips already flushed a rosy red and puffed out. Trang sighed and cooed as Mrs. Callahan slowly wiped down her crotch. "Feeling a little sensitive today, Trang?" she asked as she applied the oil.

Trang held her teeth closed as she clenched her eyes shut. Yet she smiled embarrassingly. "I guess so," she mumbled.

"Well, it's only natural," Mrs. Callahan casually replied.

And finally, she moved on to Corey who had waited nervously for her turn to get changed. "Oh Corey, this diaper is heavy!" she exclaimed.

"You could have told me before."

"Yeah, but we were all busy having fun," protested Corey.

"Well, that doesn't mean we shouldn't keep you clean, honey," replied Mrs. Callahan as she wiped her down with the baby wipe. But soon she had her own daughter in a fresh diaper.

And so we all bedded down on the floor with blankets and pillows. Corey plugged in her nightlight as the rest of us snuggled down, now only in our diapers. The apartment was warm so we didn't bother to wear our tee shirts to bed. And seeing all now in place on the floor, Mrs. Callahan turned out the light. "Now girls, I know you like to stay awake and giggle and such, but you still need your rest, so keep it down."

"Sure mom! We will," assured Corey.

And with that, she closed the door. And there we all lay on the floor under some blankets, yet nestled together with all that bare flesh-on-flesh. Needless to say, by now my clit was painfully throbbing beneath my diaper. I basked in the glow of Trang's body heat as we snuggled with our cheeks touching. "Oooh, this is... nice," I whispered.

Trang giggled as we rubbed our cheeks into each other. And soon, our lips spontaneously met and we kissed passionately. I slowly but surely reached down and gently squeezed her buttocks as we kissed. She let out a guttural moan as she threw her leg over my waist. "Oh, Trang! I wanna do stuff," I whispered. Yet Corey and Stacy were right there.

However, we finally broke off our kiss, which allowed me to quickly look to see if Corey or Stacy had noticed. However, Corey hadn't even paid attention to us. And so I lay there holding Trang in silence as we eavesdropped. I could hear a rubbing sound, and it seemed as if she were rubbing Stacy's back or something. Then, I heard a faint whisper of , "I love you, Stacy," softly come from Corey's lips.

And so, I turned to face Trang again. "I love you, Trang," I whispered in her ear. "You're soooo cute!"

Once again, she softly moaned as she squeezed me real tightly against her petite body. But then I felt her hand slowly run down my ribs, and into my diaper. The sudden sensation of her skinny fingers down there made me gasp loudly.

Suddenly, Corey giggled. "Are you two having fun?" she asked.

"OH, well... uh... Trang kicked me," I said.

"Huh, uh!" replied Corey in disbelieve.

Then, in the dim light, I could see Stacy propping herself up to curiously see what we were doing.

"Wha-wha-wha're they doing?" she asked quietly.

"They're having their usual dirty fun," replied Corey with a smirk. And even in the dim light of the bedroom, I could see that naïve Stacy was somewhat confused. "But y'know, Stace," continued Corey, "I can uh... y'know... show you what they're doing. I mean, why should they have all the fun?"

"What are-are-are-are we g-g-g-gonna do?" asked Stacy.

"Ssssssh!" said Corey with a giggle as she wrapped her arms around her. "Oh, uh... just relax," she said. "I'm gonna do something that will make you feel really, really, REALLY good!"

By now, both Trang and I were so entranced that we stopped our own making-out to watch our two companions. We watched as Corey slowly began to give Stacy little 'peck' kisses down her flat chest and stomach, all the way down to her diaper. "Now, first thing we do is get this diaper off," she said softly. And so she very slowly ripped the tape free and pulled the diaper back to expose that skinny waist.

Corey then continued to kiss her all about down there, until we could see her gently stick her tongue out to find that tiny throbbing clit.

"Oooooh!" gasped Stacy as her eyes clenched shut. "Oooooh, aaaahhh!"

We watched as Corey gave a few more kisses and licks before gently raising those skinny legs up as if to get her diaper changed. "Does that feel good?" whispered Corey.

"Mmmmmm," mumbled Stacy as she nodded her head and smiled bashfully, her eyes still tightly shut. And as Corey continued to work her tongue between those legs, Stacy began to squirm about. "Oooooh! Oooooh! Aaaaah!" she moaned as she took Corey's head in her hands.

Corey gently ran her fingers up and down the sides of Stacy's skinny thighs as she continued to slowly caress that tiny bald pussy with her tongue. Naturally, my hand was down between my own legs, as was Trang's, as we watched the passionate spectacle. And in spite of the naughty play, Stacy still looked so sweet and innocent just lying there as Corey pleasured her. And I felt she deserved every bit of it. And so finally with my free hand, I reached out and began to sooth her hair. It felt like satin in my hands. "Just relax Stacy and enjoy it," I mumbled just slightly above a whisper.

And then Trang reached out and bashfully touched her rips, as if testing the water. But soon she was gently caressing her flat areolas. Then, she reached out and took one of Stacy's hands and held it.

And naturally, Stacy was in Heaven. She sighed and moaned, writhed and squirmed about in place as we all gave her our attention. Yet Corey dutifully continued to work her down below. We lost track of time, but after a while, Stacy's moans grew louder and faster. Soon, she was crying out and nearly gasping for air. By now, we could all detect that faint 'girl scent' from her drooling little cunny. Stacy's mouth now hung wide open and her eyes were tightly shut as she gasped out loud, "Aaah-uhh, aaah-uhh, aaah-uhh!" continuously. And soon she let out a shrill shriek before falling silent, now desperate to breathe. Trang yelped as Stacy squeezed her hand tightly. I knew she was cumming! Her body jolted as a powerful orgasm struck her like lighting. She made a slight gurgling sound as the pleasure overcame her. I could even hear the faint sloshing sound of juice as Stacy oozed onto Corey's face.

And after several seconds of her contractions, she finally drew in a large breath of air, which finally allowed her to exhale a long, "Oooooooh!" as she began to calm down. And so Corey then crawled up next to her and held her tight. "Oh, Stacy!" she said. "Your legs may be crippled but that cute little pussy of yours works just fine!"

Trang and I broke out into giggles. Corey was not one to talk dirty, at least never in public, even when others would do so. But it was fun to watch her let loose in the passion of the moment. And watching cute little innocent Stacy have a huge cum was a thrill beyond description. And so Corey craddled her like a child as they lay side by side, nibbling her ears all the while. "You like that, Stace?"

"Oooh, oooh, oooh, yeah," whispered Stacy. "That-that-that-that felt sooooo g-g-g-good!"

"Of course, It was supposed to," replied Corey.

And being that my clit was tingling and throbbing painfully by now, I turned to Trang. "I really think we should fuck right now!" I whispered in her ear, hardly ever having said the 'F' word before. Instantly, Trang pushed me to the floor, all her bashfulness gone. She mounted her naked body onto mine and began to thrust hard against me, her little clit now rubbing against my own. "OOOH! Ooooh!" I moaned. "Oooh yes! Ooooh yes! Fuck me hard, Trang!" I cried out.

Trang moaned in a high shrieks as she thrust against me. I reached around and squeezed her little bare buttocks hard, forcing her firmly into me as I thrust back from the floor. It took a few momments for us to get a perfect rhythm, but once we were in sync, it felt soooo good! I was vaguely aware that our naughty play was being watched by Corey and Stacy, but at this point, I didn't care. In fact, it seemed to make it all the more fun. "Oooh yes! Oooh, yes! OOOOH YESSS!" I cried out as the pleasure built up. I could hear the faint smaking sound of our cunny juices as Trang banged me hard. Her squeaky shrieks of pleasure played like music in my ears. "Oooh Trang! Oooh Trang, I loooove you!" I cried out.

Now she was not one to talk during love-making, but she kissed me on my lips as she squeezed me with her arms wrapped around me, hanging on for dear life. Her squeaky moans only grew louder as she forced her pelvis against mine harder, and harder. Once again, we lost track of time, but soon I knew I could no longer hold back. I could feel the orgasm building up inside, like butterflies in my tummy. And soon, I knew I would burst. "Oh yes! Yeeeesss!" I cried. "Oh God, Trang, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" I gasped as I passed the point of no return. And that special moment between that point and the accual burst lasted pleasantly longer than I had expected, when one feels completely peaceful and euphoric as they enjoy the infinate pleasure.

But then I burst. It felt like a freight train had hit my stomach and pussy. I felt as if my whole body had blown wide open. "Oooooh Gaaawwwd!" I cried during my explosive orgasm. And just a second later, Trang shrieked like a banshee as she too erupted. I felt a small warm squirt as she came right on me.

And though we kept thrusting against each other, we helplessly gasped for air as we enjoyed and endured our respective orgasms. Finally, we caught our breath and our orgasms faded. Trang somewhat slid off of me and collapsed to the side trying to breathe. Once she stopped panting and could talk again, she leaned to whisper in my ear. "Sydney, you're a great fuck!" she said.

Instantly, I burst into giggles, never having heard shy little Trang talk to dirty. "So are you, my little lez doll!"

And so we basked in the afterglow for a few moments. But when we looked over next to us, we found that Corey and Stacy had traded positions. There lie Corey on her back with knees bent and open, as Stacy had her head wedged between those thighs, licking away. "Oooooh! Oooooh!" moaned Corey as she ran her fingers through Stacy's hair. "Ooooh, yesss, Stacy. I love you!" Trang and I held each other tight as we watched Stacy pleasure Corey. We waited a while as Corey's moans grew to cries of ecstasy. And finally, she came violently in an explosive orgasm. She beat her fists on the floor as her body jolted with each contraction. And of course, they held each other tight afterward. "Oh God, Stacy! You make me feel soooooo good," said Corey as she soothed her new lover. "Oh, I love you."

And so before drifting off to sleep, we put our diapers back on, for we knew that we might wet the blankets if we slept with no protection.

We helped each other secure the tape and such. "Smells like pussy in here," Trang suddenly said, causing us all to giggle.

"Gee, I wonder why," I said.

"You girls are sooooo dirty!" said Corey.

"Oh, and you're not?" I said. "I just watched you cum in Stacy's face!"

Corey smirked and covered her face. "Well, we uh... we 'made love.' That's not bad."

And after another round of giggles, we snuggled down and drifted off into a content dreamy state.

I don't know exactly when I fell asleep, cuddling Trang in my arms, savoring the silky-smoothe texture of her naked flesh. But I remember waking up sometime to the sound of crying. At first I wasn't sure if it was a dream or real. But soon I realized Stacy was crying something awful. "Stacy! What's wrong? Are you okay?" Corey asked in a near panic.

I finally opened my eyes, now distressed over it, although I could have used some more sleep. "What's wrong with her?" I asked as Trang too began to stir. The room was still dark so the sun had yet to rise. But Corey craddled and pampered her all the while.

"Shhh! Try to tell me what's wrong? Does it hurt anywhere?" But all poor Stacy could do was cry and stutter in gibberish. Alas poor Stacy. Talking was hard enough for her, but talking while crying was impossible. "Go get my mom!" Corey finally ordered in desperation.

And so I sprang up from the floor and ran out of the bedroom, across the living room and into Mrs. Callahan's master suite. I nervously approached her as she slept and gently shook her. "Mrs. Callahan! Mrs. Callahan! Stacy's crying!" I said. "I'm sorry to wake you, but there's something wrong!"

Mrs. Callahan sat up and yawned. "Oh no, honey! You did the right thing," she said, although half-asleep. And so she forced herself out of bed and I followed her out of the room. And though it was still dark, both the moonlight as well as the street lamps shining in through the living room window revealed she wore nothing but a tee and panties. The thirty-something single mom still had a youthful body, long firm legs and perky buttocks that swayed as she walked.

Once in the room, she knelt down and took Stacy in her arms. "Honey, what's the matter?" she said, trying to sound awake and alert. But all Stacy could do was cry. Her efforts to form words proved to be in vain. By now, Corey was nearly in tears herself, unable to console her dear friend and new lover. "Do you need a change?" asked Mrs. Callahan. Stacy nodded. "Corey, turn on the light, dear. That nightlight isn't quite enough. Trang, can you get the diaper bag?"

And soon Mrs. Callahan had Stacy lying on the floor with the plastic pad under her. She raised her skinny legs up into the air and Corey took hold of them by the knees. And once she had ripped the front of the diaper free, we could all smell that rank odor. "Oh Stacy!" gasped Mrs. Callahan. "Looks like you had a sour tummy!" And so she seized upon some paper towels and began to wipe her down. "Oh goodness! You've got a nasty rash! No wonder you're so upset! But we'll get that taken care of." And so Mrs. Callahan cleaned her up gently and carefully. Her poor bottom was nearly glowing red and small blisters peppered her cheeks all over. Her little puckered rectum was swollen and puffy. But Mrs. Callahan handled that raw flesh ever so delicately. Then, she gently applied the cream all over, painting that bottom white. "There, honey. That'll stop the hurting. You'll feel better anytime now."

And soon Stacy stopped crying. Her face was beet red too. Not only had she been in terrible pain, but I think she was totally ashamed and embarrassed. But soon Mrs. Callahan had her wrapped in a fresh diaper, now clean and dry. "Oh, bless your heart! You poor thing!" she said as she hugged her. "Now why don't you try to get some more sleep and you'll be fine in the morning."

And so, she stood up and took the bag full of the discarded wipes and dirty diaper with her. She turned out the light, once again leaving us in the dark, save the glow of the nightlight. Corey snuggled up to Stacy again as we all settled back down on the floor. "I know exactly what that's like," she said softly to her. "Happens to me sometimes.

Totally sucks!"

And whereas she had been crying before, Stacy let out a slight chuckle. And so I drifted off to sleep again with my arms and legs entwined about Trang, savoring the warmth of her body heat. There was just something about falling asleep next to another person I can't describe. It was a feeling I wanted for the rest of my life. And though I was only nine years old, I knew I wanted that person to be Trang.