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Everyone is 18.

Carson's eyes fluttered open. He couldn't see anything through the sudden darkness he encountered. A heavy, soft weight against his face, he began to squirm. A pungent scent he knew well but still didn’t enjoy filled his nostrils and mouth. After getting his bearings, he started to remember what had happened. Or rather, what was still happening.

It was after the last class of the day when Carson hung out with some friends near the parking lot. Paul, one of his more outspoken friends, made a joke about Rachel when the group spotted her walking past. Rachel mostly kept to herself, her few friends being nerds. And everyone in the school knew she had a cock. It didn’t matter to most, but jocks are jocks. Carson followed his friend's lead, cracking more jokes and taunting the girl. Ordinarily, she would have walked right past them without even blinking an eye.

As Carson lay there, the back of his head aching against the rough concrete sidewalk, he couldn't even remember what he'd said. Whatever it was, it had set Rachel off. He could picture her eyes blazing as she screamed at him. Rachel took Carson completely by surprise when she grabbed him and threw him to the ground. None of his friends so much as lifted a finger to help him as the disgruntled girl did the unthinkable. She lifted her skirt, and Rachel sat her diapered rear end down on his face. Once the padding squished into his face, she grunted and pushed a load into her already soaked diaper.

Carson could only pick up bits and pieces of what was being said around him. His sight was blocked by her white and purple Lavender. His touch was focused on the warm and squishy diaper on his face. His sense of smell and taste was drowning in wetness and mess. All he could hear was the muffled sound of laughter coming from every direction. His initial shock now entirely worn off, Carson tried to wiggle and fight his way free from the suffocating plastic and cloth. His fingers dug into her thighs as he desperately tried to push her off. Rachel lifted some of her weight off his face and repositioned the diaper back onto his face. Her last attack was to let out a deafening fart, even with the padding it was thundering. He would later wonder how much louder it would have been without the diaper. She laid back on his face and smothered him once again.

The first words Carson could make out with any clarity were Rachel's. "Kiss my piss!" she demanded in a loud, angry tone. The laughter grew around him. Despite Carson's best efforts, and all the squish of the mess, her all-encompassing buttocks wouldn't budge. But Carson knew there was no way in hell he'd follow her command.

"Kiss it!" she insisted, angry and completely serious. "I'm not letting you up til you kiss my dirty diaper, you fucker!"

Carson's arms flailed desperately. Rachel easily kept him captive under her. She was a big girl. Nearly six feet tall and thick. The bulk of her extra pounds went to her large breasts and hips. It was hard to breathe under her, his nose pressed snugly against the Lavender. The oxygen he did get was tainted by the smell of her mess. Carson refused to give in. A teacher had to come by and stop this. He couldn't understand why his friends hadn't done so already.

Rachel impatiently started to rock her hips, riding his face with her backside. The laughter around Carson became even more deafening. He could think of nothing more than getting this crazy girl off of him. Whatever it took, he frantically decided. Carson breathed in what little air he could and then pursed his lips; he reluctantly pushed his face further between her cheeks. He pressed his lips against the plastic and kissed it.

Finally ending his humiliation, Rachel lifted off of him. Her saggy and soggy diaper ran over his face as she stood up. "You should think twice about what you say to people, asshole, or you'll be kissing this again," she told him, adjusting her skirt.. Carson choked and gasped for fresh air. He was mortified when he noticed almost the entire school surrounding him. The fact that they all had camera phones aimed at him made it that much worse.

Rachel walked off in the direction of her car. The crowd eventually dispersed, exchanging jokes about the incident. Carson realized Paul, who'd promised him a lift home, was nowhere in sight. He stood up on weak legs and walked home alone.

Carson ran upstairs when he got home. He went straight for the bathroom and turned the shower on. Undressing, he dropped his own diaper in his designated pail. As the water warmed, he started, brushing his teeth. Carson swore he could still smell her, her ass, her load, on his face. In the shower, Carson tried to forget it. It was the most humiliating experience of his life.

Stepping out of the shower, he could still smell everything. He dug around in the cabinets for something that looked like cologne. He rubbed it under his nose and went to his room. He turned his PlayStation on and zoned out. Naively, he hoped this whole ordeal was over and done with.

After an hour, he realized his lack of protection and slipped on a pull-up. His mother would kill him if he peed on the carpet, again. He wandered to his computer and opened the internet. Without thinking, he went to Facebook and started to panic. The thing he wanted to forget seemed to be all anyone talked about. They were making fun of him, taunting him for what Rachel had done to him. Pictures and video of the incident were everywhere. He accidentally put the video on and turned it off immediately with a sick feeling in his stomach.

A knock at the door came not too long after. It was his mom asking him if there was something wrong and whether he'd be down for dinner. He lied and said there wasn't, but that he wouldn't. Carson spent the evening moping around his bedroom, not wanting to face his mother and too afraid of what else he might find online.

The doorbell rang just before seven. A couple minutes later, there was another knock at his door. "Carson, there's someone here for you," his mother told him.

"Tell them to go away," he replied, not wanting to see anyone.

"It's a girl. You sure?" his mom asked him through the door.

Carson perked up a little bit. It could be Lindsey. He'd completely forgotten the date they'd made for that night. Maybe she'd been trying to reach him. His mother told the visitor he'd be right down as he slunk down the stairs. He slipped on shorts and a tank top. His mother went back into another room. Carson opened the slightly ajar door. He found Rachel behind it instead of Lindsey.

His face soured. He wondered if she was there to stick her dick up his ass and make the humiliation complete. She was the last person he wanted to see tonight. "Here to finish the job or just to gloat about ruining my life?" he asked her somberly.

With a soft sincerity in her voice, "I'm here to apologize," she informed him. Her body language couldn't have been more different from when he'd seen her last. Rachel nibbled on her bottom lip and told him, "I'm really sorry."

"Oh," he responded. Needless to say he hadn't expected an apology.

She ground her heel into the bottom of her shoe and continued, "I shouldn't have done what I did. I lost my temper."

"Uh-huh," Carson replied in a subdued manner. He sighed, "It's all over the internet. I'm a huge freaking joke."

"Yeah," she said remorsefully, "I saw that." Neither of them knew what to say. A few seconds passed before Rachel followed up her last sentence. She said, almost to cheer him up, "They're making fun of me, too."

"But they always do that."

Rachel frowned at his insensitive remark. "Doesn't help that they have me filling my diaper on video now to poke fun at.”

"Oh yeah, I saw those comments." Carson unexpectedly smirked, "I guess you could be called worse things than Mrs Messy." He couldn't believe after he'd said it that he was actually making light of the situation.

"True," Rachel giggled. "Well, I told my mom I'd be home by now. See you at school. And again, I'm really sorry," she stressed. Her eyes were drawn to his stomach. He wasn’t ripped but he kept himself in shape for track. Her eyes kept drifting until she saw his pull-up waistband. He pulled his shorts up trying to hide it.

“Oh, someone’s a big kid now.” She smiled and winked at him. He blushed and then panicked about blushing.

Rachel turned and walked back to her car. Carson's eyes were somehow drawn to the sway of her hips as she walked. Her bubbly butt bounced seductively in time with her steps. He shook it off.

Carson was already regretting his decision to go to school the next day by first period. Yesterday's incident was on the tip of everyone's tongue. They made fun of him behind his back, and even right to his face. It seemed to make no difference. Considering the plethora of video evidence in existence of his humiliation, you'd think they'd actually get what happened straight! Carson heard jokes at the beginning of the day about how Rachel had smothered him with her great big butt until he'd passed out. Some other kids were passing it around school that Rachel made him lick her ass and then jerked off on his face. In short, their vicious taunts spared him no humiliation.

Carson spent the day like a pariah. When lunch rolled around, he found himself shunned by his friends and forced to eat at a table all by himself. He stayed that way until Rachel, who usually ate outside with her small group of unpopular friends, sat down across from him at the previously empty table with her lunch tray.

"What do you want?" he grumbled.

"Okay, I wasn't going to say anything... but I'd take your dessert if you don't want it," she replied cheerfully.

"Take it," Carson told her. He waved it away with his hand.

"Sweet." Rachel took the extra large chocolate chip cookie from his tray and picked off some of the chocolate chips, popping them into her mouth. She sat there so happily. Carson, on the other hand, had become more embittered after enduring insults all day from his classmates.

"Looks like she's taken Carson as her bitch!" someone called out. Carson looked behind him and saw an entire table was making fun of him. "He's gotta give her his dessert or she'll sit on his face again!" another one cackled.

Carson's eyes shot back to Rachel's. He expected to find her just as embarrassed. Instead, she seemed unaffected. "This doesn't bother you?" he asked her with bewilderment.

"I don't let it." Rachel took a sip from of her soda. "Morons say what they think they're supposed to say. And this school is full of those."

"I can't believe I'm getting advice on not letting this bother me from the girl who shoved my face in her shit," he bellyached.

"You're right, you are! That's funny." Rachel chuckled, her plush lips curving into a grin.

Her upbeat attitude became a little infectious. Carson tried to block it out. Then he asked her something he'd been wondering about. "You know, with everything that happened yesterday, I couldn't even remember what I said to you that started all this. What was it?"

"You called me fat," Rachel told him, face suddenly gloomy.

"What?" Carson was close to spitting out his food at her revelation. "That's it?" he asked in disbelief. "I mean, people are always making fun of you for having... well, uh, you know the body part I mean."

"I get what you mean," Rachel replied. "It's just that any girl like me who chooses to live this way knows she's going to encounter a lot of people who have a problem with 'it' and her. Like I told you, I chalk those comments up to idiocy." The pretty girl put her napkin down over her food and bit her lower lip. "So yeah," she said thoughtfully.

Carson was already kicking himself for what he was about to say. This was the girl after all who'd placed him in this predicament. He couldn't stop himself. "I'm sorry I called you that," the apology came out of his mouth.

"That actually means a lot. Anyway, I need a change before class. If you're still eating lunch alone tomorrow, I hope you'll let me eat with you again." She touched his hand with hers.

"My friends won't even be seen with me," he lamented.

Rachel stood up and winked at him. "You know what they say about friends who bail on you. Not really friends..." she grabbed her tray and left. Once again, Carson's eye tracked her shapely behind as it swayed. Somehow the taunts he heard didn't seem quite as loud anymore.

The next few school days went about the same way for Carson. His friends, and the school at large had ostracized him, but Rachel ate lunch with him every day. They were actually starting to become good friends. It was on the day after their third lunch that she offered to drive him home. Carson accepted. Neither he nor Rachel paid any attention to what was being snickered about around them when he got into her car.

Their ride back to his house was a pleasant one. They talked about school and music, movies, and a lot of things in between. Carson spent nearly the entire ride looking over at her. He'd been unable to force his eyes off of her sizable cleavage the last two times they'd had lunch. His eyes focused in on her pretty face, then lowered to her chest and even at her butt. Because she was sitting, her shirt rode up her lower back. It left just enough of her skin exposed to allow Carson a glimpse of her diaper. It was plain white, probably because she had to change at school.

Rachel parked next to the tree lawn in front of his house and turned to Carson, noticing the goofy expression on his face as he stared at her. "What?"

"Hmm...?" he responded coyly.

"What's that face for?" she inquired.

"Oh, uhhhhhhhh, I’m wet?" he replied unconvincingly.

"I believe that," Rachel grinned slyly. "So I'll see you tomorrow. And save me your dessert!" she demanded playfully.

"Sure thing," he smiled back at her.

Carson was starting to get out when she called to him, "Hey..." he turned back around and she lunged at him. Rachel pressed her wet lips to his and kissed him, softly at first, then more passionately. He found himself kissing her back with matched intensity, his arms instinctively wrapping around her. The kiss broke and they both laughed nervously. “See you," she winked at him, licking her lips.

Carson stepped out of the car. He was relieved to find his legs still worked properly. It wasn’t until he got up to his room that he noticed he actually was wet.

Carson didn't mind his predicament as much anymore. More surprisingly, things started to improve at school. Classmates weren't laughing behind his back as much. He went into the weekend feeling a lot of better about everything. Carson and Rachel communicated online almost nonstop that weekend.

Carson's Monday morning classes passed quickly. Later on, he walked with his lunch through the cafeteria to an empty table. The familiar voice of his friend Paul yelled out to him, "Sit over here, Carson." He spun around to where Paul sat at a table with a lot of their friends. Carson finally decided with a little more insistence from his old friends that he'd sit with them only until Rachel showed up.

"Sure is a lot better than having lunch with you know who," Paul laughed. The rest of the table broke out into laughter with their own little jabs. Carson laughed too, mostly out of discomfort. He watched the doors for Rachel throughout the entire lunch period. When he didn't see her, Carson was disappointed, but he decided she must have just ended up eating lunch outside.

Carson went through his afternoon classes still wondering exactly why Rachel hadn't showed up for lunch. He realized something he'd been slowly discovering, that he liked talking with and being with her more than with his old friends. It wasn't until the end of the day that he ran into her.

Carson walked faster to catch up with her and said, "Hey, I didn't see you today."

In a snippy tone she replied, "Didn't look very hard either."

"What's wrong?" he grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her from walking away.

She pulled her arm free and told him, "I saw you eating with Paul and the rest of them. Guess they'll finally be seen with you."

"It wasn't my decision to eat with them," he tried to defend himself. "Well, I mean it was, but..."

Rachel told him coldly, "I get it. Things go back to normal. You can have your old life back. Good for you." She seemed more agitated when she added, "I saw you guys laughing together. Were you sharing all the things I've told you about me with them? They'll be able to make fun of me much more efficiently from now on! At least help them come up with some new jokes. I already know my ass is big enough to have its own license plate."

"That's not true," he shook his head. "I didn't tell them anything. And your ass is perfect by the way," he admitted. "I was just biding my time for when you showed up. So I could eat with you. I didn't even touch my dessert because I was saving it for you, I swear," he told her sincerely.

She gave him a hard look, divining whether he was telling the truth or not. Her face softened and she said, "Oh," her expression saddened, "I overreacted. I just saw you with them and thought..." Carson grabbed her hand and squeezed it. He smiled and then they kissed, ignoring the people around them.

Their lips parted and Rachel asked him with a mischievous grin, "My mom won't be home for a couple hours. Wanna go back to my house?"

"Uh-huh," Carson answered breathlessly.

"Good," she ran her tongue over her soft lips and then kissed him again. Then she led him by the hand to her car.

Their lips mashed together on the couch in Rachel's living room. Carson could feel her nipples stiffen and poke against his chest. That wasn't the only thing which had stiffened and pressed against him, of course. Despite there being an inch or two of extra fabric and padding between the two, he could feel her member pressing against him. Rachel moaned into his mouth while his tongue chased hers. Their joint desires fed a palpable sexual energy which filled the room. It was a natural progression that their hands would start to explore each other. The only time their lips untwisted was for the momentary capture of breath.

Both of Rachel's hands moved slowly down Carson's back. Meanwhile, he soon had one handful of her warm breast and the other squeezing her neck. His cock was so hard that it began to throb against his soaked diaper. He wanted to change but didn’t want to stop. She traced with her lips from his jaw to his ear, "I've been bad. Jumping to conclusions about you I shouldn't have. I wanna make it up to you," she whispered huskily.

"Oh yeah?" he responded, hoping he could mask his excitement.

"Yeah," she swirled her tongue around his outer ear.

"Well, would you--" he started to ask.

"Would I change you?” She gripped his diaper through his jeans and could easily tell he was soaked.

A spasm of excitement rocked through Carson. "I was going to say let me see your boobs," he confessed quickly. "You, you'd change me?"

Rachel nodded her head with an ear to ear grin. "But there is a catch," she said quickly.

"A catch... huh, what catch?" His imagination ran wild with images of her cleaning his penis and ass. He somehow managed to get harder than he already was.

"You have to change me first.” She smiled a wicked smile.

"Is that the rule?" he asked her with a smirk.

"The rule I made up right this second. Yes," she kissed him playfully.

"Oh, so it's official then," he joked.

"Yeah-huh! So is it a deal?" Rachel enticed him further by taking his hands and rubbing them all over her padded butt.

She was warm, at least soggy but probably not messy. He got off her and she led him to her bedroom upstairs. He never took his eyes off her hips and thighs as she swished up the stairs ahead of him. Once in her room, she spun around.

“This is it.”

It was an average 18-year-old girl’s bedroom, about the samesize as his. Unlike him, she kept her diaper pail in her room.

“The supplies are in the top drawer of my dresser” she casually mentioned as she took her skirt off. Today she wore an ABU Kiddo.

“Do you have a thing for ABU?” He mentioned. His eyes were on her diaper now. It was definitely sagging but didn’t look like a major incident.

“I like them. They’re cute and comfy. What do you wear?”

He blushed. As casual as everyone was about their diaper use, he had never found himself in a conversation about his diaper choice.

“M4s mostly. I don’t like to be flashy about it.” He continued digging through her drawer picking out powder, wipes, and a green PeekABU

She sat up a little. “What was that pullup you were wearing the other day?” He froze. “Because it looked pink. Was it a pink pullup?”

He turned to her, with supplied in hand. “Yeah, I wear girls goodnites sometimes when I get home. I want to be potty trained one day. I’m not good at it and I always end up missing my urges, but there’s a part of me that wants to never have to wear diapers again.”

She layed back. “I don’t worry about it. Most girls never end up potty trained, why should I be any different?”

He got on his knees and spread her legs. Taking off her diaper, he was relieved that there was nothing brown. Then he finally saw her penis. It was smaller than his, which gave him some amount of relief. He started to wipe it off when it wiggled. She put her hands over her face, furiously blushing as she became erect.

He laughed as he continued to clean it. He had never touched another dick in his life, he never thought of himself as anything other than straight, but here was a girl with a penis asking him to change her diaper. It wasn’t the romantic story he thought he would have but it was the-

“Focus! I’m cold and you’re gonna end up with a rash if you don’t get out of that diaper.”

He stood up. She was technically right. His last diaper was changed this morning after track practice. He didn’t like changing at school so he just stayed wet until he got home. But he didn’t go home today, he was bound to end up with a rash. So, without thinking, he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them along with his very soggy diaper.

He saw her smile widen a little once she saw his cock. He was hard, she was hard.

“Finish cleaning me and we can work on...that”

He got back on his knees and took a fresh wipe to the rest of her area. He leaned forward and kissed her when he was finished. She kissed back and, without warning, flipped him on his back.

There’s erections were right next to each other, and she reflexively pushed hers against him. She moaned as he leaned up and took off her shirt. Her bra was plain white and cotton, and you could easily she her nipples stabbing through the fabric. He unhooked it and pressed his face into her chest. She pushed his head towards a nipple and he took it into her mouth.

“Good boy, just like that.” she cooed at him while rubbing his hair softly. He felt dizzy as even more blood filled his erection.

She pulled away, kissed his head, and pushed him onto his back again. She stood up, moved between his legs, and took him in her mouth.

"Fuck yes." He moaned. He had never felt anything this wonderful. She was sucking on the head while squeezing the shaft. If this was head, he couldn’t wait to feel what actual sex was like.

After a minute, she stopped. She stood up, and walked out.

“Give me a bit” she said in a rush.

He stood up and looked around her room. Posters of various singers and rockers lined the walls. On her bed was a binder. He flipped open the cover, it was drawings of girls and boys in diapers. She was really good. Towards the back, one had his name. He was sitting on a plastic potty, with a pullup around his ankles. The pullup was shaded slightly and he looked frustrated. He grabbed a pen and added a caption, ‘failed again’.

He felt her arms wrap around him and her lips on his ear.

“Okay, I’m ready now.”

He turned around and started kissing her again. She pushed the binder away and fell back on the bed.

“You really want this? I don’t have a condom.” He asked, giving her once last chance to back out.

"I can’t get pregnant dumbass. Just don't tickle me," she warned with a girlish giggle.

Carson admired her body quietly. It was like a piece of artwork. Surely somebody's masterpiece. Round and inviting, both big cheeks made his mouth water. Then his eyes zeroed in on the deep, long crack of her ass.

"What's taking so long?" Rachel asked him impatiently. "Second thoughts? You don't wanna do it anymore?"

Carson had lost track of time for a minute there, marveling over every beautiful inch. To answer her question, he shoved his face between her cushy butt cheeks. Then he licked, with his tongue starting nearly at her balls, all the way up the length of her crack. Rachel's body tensed. She developed goosebumps as Carson flicked his tongue in short strokes up and down her crack. He used two fingers to pry apart one of her globes and couldn't resist kissing the rose-colored skin on the inside of her cheeks. Carson soaked in her warmth, bringing his tongue ever closer to her tiny hole.

He swirled his tongue and licked in circles over the smooth, soft flesh. Finally arriving at her asshole, he touched the tip of his tongue to the tiny opening. Rachel took in an anticipatory breath. Carson laid his tongue flat against her hole and gave it a long lick. She moaned as his tongue hardened against her entrance and gently eased its way inside.

"Mmm, I like this. You're hitting just the right spots. I like it a lot!" Rachel straightened her back.

Carson pressed his lips to her butthole and gave the wrinkled skin a kiss. Next he concentrated his tongue on her hole, fucking her with the stiff tip. Rachel's body dug into the bed as she tried to push him deeper into the tight orifice. Carson continued to munch gently on her opening, teasing it into allowing more of his tongue inside.

Carson thought of how he'd ended up here, with his head between the great big bubbly cheeks of this beautiful girl's ass; his tongue fucking her little opening. The same ass which had made him a laughingstock at school. He pulled his tongue out and planted his lips right on the ring of her asshole. Carson loudly kissed her there with his fingers tweaking her nipples.

"Mmm..mhmm... ahhh, hey!" she whimpered. "That tickles."

"Oh really," his voice vibrated through her body, tickling her again. Carson brushed his lips to her more lightly and with more speed, purposely causing laughter.

Rachel's legs bounced around on the bed. "Stop or I'm so gonna kick you," she threatened lightheartedly.

Deciding he'd tortured her enough, Carson went back to the pleasure of licking her asshole. A few minutes passed before he took one of his fingers and pressed it to the tight wrinkle. Going slowly, he slid it past her sphincter. He diligently licked around his finger. Carson gently worked her tight hole, feeling her insides stretch around and mold themselves to his finger.

Rachel let out a grunt. Her cock throbbed and twitched in the air. Carson's teasing finger made her desire something else up her ass. “Fuck me already!”

Not needing to be told twice, Carson took a tight grip around his throbbing member and pressed the tip all over the crack of her ass. The warmth and softness caused trickles of pre-cum to leak from his tip.

"If you don't fuck me with that stick right now, I'm gonna take mine out and show you how it's done," she moaned out her warning.

Carson took her offhanded remark to be just that, but nonetheless he slid his pipe between her inviting cheeks. Rachel's hole flexed closed hard when his mushroom-shaped head pressed against it. The more he pressed the more it started to open and blossom for him. Carson grabbed a handful of her fleshy butt and slowly drove his cock head into her willing wrinkle.

"That's more like it..." Rachel's voice cut off as his dick made its way deeper inside her.

"Oh, man..." Carson's cock could get used to the incredible warmth it was experiencing inside the walls of Rachel's ass. He let it sit in there, accustoming himself to the indescribable sensations.

Rachel was the one to start slowly humping his dick with her ass. "Do I have to show you how to fuck, Carson? Move those hips!" She urged him on.

Carson took her lead and started to slide his cock around inside her. He pulled partway out and then enjoyed the delicious resistance her straining pleasure hole put up when sliding back into her. Rachel grunted and held on tightly to the bedspread under her.

"Uh-huh. Fuck me, Carson. Yeah, fuck me. That's it, butt-kisser," she breathed.

"Making fun of me?" he smiled, his cock now plunging in and out of her.

"Yep." Rachel's bubbly cheeks clapped together around his cock when he bottomed out inside her. "But I'm making it up to you."

Rachel's ass enveloped every inch of his cock. Her walls stretched around it. Carson's took a hand off her hips and pulled at one of her full tits. He breathed in hard, expending all his energy on his now rapidly thrusting hips.

"This feels amazing, Rachel," he told her.

"Doesn't feel so bad from my end either," she wiggled her naked bottom at him. Her cock was slapping on his stomach. God, this felt good.

Carson had been with a couple girls in the past. It hadn't been like this. Their pussies couldn't match the feeling of Rachel's ass. And, to tell the truth, his feelings for those girls couldn't match the way he felt about Rachel. The realization sent a pleasurable shock through Carson's body. It shot through his cock like a rod getting hit by lightning. "Holy fuck," he muttered.

Rachel's moans made the experience even more satisfying. Carson thrust harder, wanting to make the gorgeous t-girl cry out for him. "I'm really... I'm fucking you..." he told her. His cock was harder than it had ever been. A need for relief was soon building up inside him.

"You better believe it! Mmmmmm." Rachel reached behind herself and spread her cheeks, giving Carson an obscene view of the action.

Carson pumped into her tight hole with a depraved fervor. Both of them were sweaty and breathing heavily. Rachel's body was even more beautiful to him, even sexier with a sheen of sex-made sweat. Carson knew he couldn't last much longer. Not like this. Not with her hole clinging and her body moving in unison with his the way it did.

"Oh fuck, Carson. This feels so goooood," she crooned. '

Carson grunted in response. Then he said, "I'm gonna cum -- I swear I'm gonna cum any second!"

"Do it now! Stay inside me," she told him, humping her delectable backside at him with more authority.

Rachel's own cock started to shoot between the couch cushions when she felt the first burst of semen blast off inside her. She'd have to clean the couch before her mom got home, but it was worth it. Carson could feel her insides tense around him. He had this thought that she might be cumming too, and that turned him on even more. He held onto her for dear life, filling her asshole with his seed.

Carson gasped for breath. Rachel, her backside full of cum, had a little more composure. She gave a contented sigh and said, “Wow, that was amazing”

Carson laid his chest down on her back. "Yeah." He kissed her neck. "Doing anything with you is." It was the first time he'd consciously thought that he was glad this had all happened. He was glad, thankful even, to the forces that be, that this incredible girl had grabbed him outside school and sat her diaper down on his face. Maybe it didn't have to be in front of the whole school, he chuckled to himself, but this was the first time he found himself okay with it.

"I better get you home if I'm going to clean this place up before my mom gets home," she told him. Rachel got out from under him and stood up. Her legs were more wobbly than she'd expected. Carson grabbed her hand and helped steady her. "Woah, I'm a little more sore than I thought," she winked at him.

As she walked towards the door, he grabbed her wrist. “Wait, I never finished changing you.”

She smiled, and laid back down for him. He quickly and expertly taped her back up, just in time to see some cum start to dribble out of her hole. She put on fresh clothes, and he pulled his jeans and shirt back on. He stayed diaperless, praying he wouldn’t ruin her car seat.

The two shared another passionate kiss in the car before he got out at his house. "So we're gonna eat lunch together tomorrow. You better wait for me this time," she told him.

"I will," he assured her, sneaking another kiss from her afterward. "I'm not stupid. I know I won't be able to do that again if I blow you off."

“Damn right you wont. Besides, I still owe you a change. Pack something you want to be seen in” He blushed as she put her fingers through his hair. He kissed her again and got out of the car.

That night and the following day saw Carson walking on air. He texted Rachel when he first woke up and eagerly awaited seeing her at school. Lunch couldn't come soon enough. When it did, they sat together. They shared a new closeness now. The kind that only comes from an intimate butt-fuck. Carson didn't so much as glance at the table where his old friends were seated. His mom would be at a conference all night so he asked Rachel over and she immediately accepted.

It wasn't until the end of the day that anything went wrong in Carson's world. He'd thought about Rachel and what they'd done the day prior throughout all of his afternoon classes. Carson was so distracted with her that he didn’t feel himself needing to poop until it was pushing into his diaper. He made it into the bathroom, cleaned off, and stepped out just in time to see Rachel heading for the exit.

Rachel waited for him very nearly in the same spot where she'd thrown him to the concrete and made him kiss her diaper. Carson licked his lips as his eyes scanned over her body. How could he not have noticed this superb beauty for what she was in the past. How blinded he must have been. Carson's cock had a mini-seizure at the thought of plunging into that stunning butt again.

"It looks like you're not exactly Mr. Pure Intentions anymore," Rachel giggled, her eyes darting to the front of his pants.

“Huh?” he replied confused.

She patted his crotch and felt his boner, along with his lack of padding.

“Where’s your diaper?” she asked like a mother would.

“I spent all day thinking about you and not my bathroom needs. Forgot to try and hold everything and had to change out of it right after last period. Besides, I bet you’re just as hard underneath your skirt.

Rachel blushed. "You do that to me," she said. Once he got close enough, she grabbed him by his shirt and planted her luscious, full lips on his. Carson was so engrossed in this kiss that he hadn't noticed Paul and a bunch of classmates he used to call friends show up behind them.

"Back to the scene of the crime, huh?" Paul's words broke their kiss.

"Shut up," Carson replied sharply.

"You're the biggest faggot in school, Carson, you know that?" A couple of his friends laughed around Paul.

Carson was about to say something, but Rachel beat him to the punch. "Shut up about him!" She half-growled, half-screeched at Paul.

"Guess we know who the man in the relationship is," Paul chuckled. "Letting your girlfriend fight your battles for you. Rachel wears the pants and Carson wears the skirt and diapers." This didn’t make sense, as they all were still using diapers. But that didn’t matter, his words earned him a few more laughs from his cronies.

"I said shut up!" she warned him again.

"Or what?" Paul grinned.

Rachel gritted her teeth.

"Look at her!" Paul implored his friends. "What are you gonna do? Sit on my face? I bet Carson likes taking it up the ass as much as you like giving it. You freaks."

This wasn't going to stop. Carson knew he had to step in, but Rachel acted too quickly. She clenched her hand into a fist and slugged Paul -- hard. He fell backwards into his friends. They let him drop to the concrete. Rachel moved like she was going to punch him again and Carson grabbed her. The general consensus from Paul's group of friends, as Paul lay there dumbfounded, trying to bring himself back to full consciousness, was that Rachel was crazy. They quickly fled.

Carson gave the group one last look and then ushered Rachel away before a teacher showed up. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Rachel answered, holding the hand she'd hit Paul with.

"Sure you're okay?" Carson inquired again as they got into her car.

"My hand hurts a little bit is all. I think he really does have a pile of rocks where his brain should be."

Carson laughed in response. Then he said with concern, "We'll put some ice on it when we get to my house. You still wanna come over?"

"Of course. Who else is going to put a fresh diaper on you?"

Carson tried to process what had happened. He had to figure out this new feeling he had. Rachel had stood up for him. She'd protected him from an altercation. Carson wondered if this is how a girl feels in a relationship. Safe and protected, like their partner could handle anything. It was a nice feeling. Really nice.

Back at Carson's house, he attended to Rachel's hand with an ice pack. She'd have a bruise, but not too bad.

"Satisfied? I'm okay -- really."

"Mmmhmm," Carson softly hummed. He ran his fingers gently over her inflamed knuckles. Carson leaned down and kissed her hand.

"I know what'll make me feel better," Rachel smiled. She used her other hand to lift his head, "Let's pick up where we left off before we were rudely interrupted," she kissed him. Rachel's tongue slipped between Carson's lips and seduced his tongue into locking together.

"You're so concerned about my hand," Rachel told him in between kisses, "It hasn't caused me half the pain my sore bottom has. The first time is the worst. It's going to be easier next time," she told him.

"That was your first time?" Carson asked, their eyes connecting.

"Uh-huh," she shook her head.

Carson's lips latched onto hers. His hands rolled down her back.

"So you can't stick that sweet cock of yours inside of me for a little while, but we could try some other things."

Rachel kissed his neck and wrapped him tighter in her arms. Carson felt so secure there. He wanted to translate into words what he felt so he could tell Rachel what she had come to mean to him. But as they passionately embraced, Carson began to realize that maybe the way to communicate that wasn't through words.

"What other things?"

"I bet I could get you off with my mouth. What do you think?" she placed her lips back on his.

Carson's voice cracked when he asked her, "Would you... like a blow job?"

Rachel stared at him in disbelief. "You mean like you do the blowing? You... you'd do that? Are you serious?"

"I want to make you feel good," he smiled. "You made me feel so good yesterday. Now it's my turn to 'do' you -- right?"

"Yeah, I guess so," she said, still trying to discern whether he was serious.

"Unless you don't want me to..." he said shyly.

"No!" she nearly jumped. "I do. I want you to!" Carson started to laugh at her reaction and she did the same.

"Can we do this some place besides the kitchen?" he asked softly.

Rachel nodded her head and let him lead her to his bedroom. The girl couldn't really hide her excitement, but she didn't want to scare Carson off or make him feel uncomfortable about it. "How do you wanna do this?" she asked him.

"Why don't you just lie on the bed and I'll do the rest?" Her question had given Carson some control back. He was surprised by how unafraid he was. Carson wanted to do this. He wanted to make Rachel feel good. It really was his turn.

Before she laid on the bed, he unbuttoned her jeans. The fell into a pile and he was face to face with another plain white diaper. He pushed his nose into it and smiled.

“It’s okay,” she said “I’m only wet...right now.”

He ignored the foreshadowing phrasing and pulled the tapes off. Once she was naked in front of him, and he was eye level with her dick, she laid back on his bed.

Long, hard and throbbing, her cock stood straight up. The flared head had a reddish purple hue to it. The very tip glistened with a pearl of strong-smelling pre-ejaculate. Beneath, two very large testicles were encased in a smooth, hairless sac. She must have been really full. Carson involuntarily gulped. The air was thick with the smell of sexual arousal.

Carson's fingertips were the first to graze Rachel's aching shaft. He elicited a moan from her lips with the very first touch. Things seemed to be happening in slow motion for each partner. Carson tentatively closed his hand around the teenage girl's shaft.

"It's so warm," he whispered in almost too low of a voice for Rachel to hear.

Carson's face was five or six inches away from her cock as he started to stroke her. He tenderly rubbed a mixture of the pre-cum her tip was producing and his spit along the length of her shaft. Their eyes met as he gave her throbbing penis pleasure.

"Suck it," she implored him, softly at first, and then more loudly. "Please suck it or I won't be able to last. I need to feel your mouth. Do it," she moaned. "Put it in your mouth. Suck me dry."

Carson never broke eye contact as his head dropped. His lips hovered over her over-sized tip. In the blink of an eye his tongue had snaked out and lapped up the excess pre-cum there. Carson swallowed the flavorful liquid and then let his ripe lips brush her mushroom-shaped cock head. He kissed it.

"That really feels wonderful," her eyes shut, "Now close your lips around it before I end up busting all over your face," she warned.

Carson's lips barely stretched wide enough to accept the big head between them. His lips closed down around the throbbing tip of her cock.

"Oh... fuck yeah," she said with a hard breath.

The first-time cock-sucker didn't stop there, he forced his lips to sink lower around her cock until he'd taken around a quarter of her hard dick in his mouth. Carson swallowed hard around it, causing the surface of his tongue and roof of his mouth to smother her womanhood. Rachel shuddered with an intense pang of pleasure.

The girl could hardly contain the pleasurable feelings she now had. "You're really sucking this girl's cock. It feels better than anything on Earth, Carson!"

Determined to give Rachel the royal treatment, Carson, slowly at first, bobbed his head around her cock. Her very large, very hot prick, gave his entire body a warm feeling of excitement and satisfaction.

Carson readily sucked down the pre-cum her tip leaked and then coaxed out more. Rachel's hands came to rest on Carson's head. She applied a light pressure to the back of his head, sending more of her girly fuck meat into his mouth a quarter of an inch at a time. Her toes curled at the tireless work of his tongue.

"Oh god, you really have that cock deep," she moaned. "I can almost... I think I'm all the way at your throat."

Carson suppressed a gag. He could tell from the inflection in Rachel's voice that she'd like to go down his throat. He relaxed his muscles there and then carefully accepted more cock meat between his lips. Rachel's toes snapped on the bed, her body writhing in response. Carson's eyes watered, but he didn't let that stop him as more of her cock disappeared.

"Yes, yes. I'm in. Oh fuck! Your throat is so tight." Rachel's head lifted off the bed. She looked down past her breasts to Carson's reddened face and the bulging cock shoved in his mouth. "And the view I have is absolutely perfect." Her face beamed with a smile.

Carson stopped the teasing of her shaft with his tongue, he focused his energy on hard, vacuum-like sucking. He could tell by Rachel's cock swelling thicker and her increased moaning that she was getting close. Every contraction of his throat, every cheek-caving suck brought her closer. His hands sought her balls and rubbed them.

Breathing hard, she told him, "I'm gonna cum. You're gonna fucking make me cum! You're fucking amazing!"

Rachel's balls churned. Her legs tensed and her cock stiffened in Carson's throat. Nothing could prepare him for the young girl's incredible load. He nearly did gag when the first volley shot at light speed straight to what felt like Carson's core.

More spurts followed. Thick ropes of potent cream filled Carson's stomach. All he could do was try to keep up with the flow. Carson swallowed frantically. Rachel held his head tighter. Her heels dug into the bed. Her cock jerked.

"Swallow it. Shit, you're swallowing it! Mother of..." Rachel's eyes clenched shut as she struggled for breath.

The stream of semen slowly subsided. Carson dislodged her prick until he was ever so gently sucking on just the tip. "How was that?" he asked with a sly smile, a string of pearly ejaculate still connecting his lips to her cock.

"Life-changing," she said without a hint of levity in her voice. "I'm never jerking off again. That was... that was beyond words," she grabbed Carson by the arms and lifted him up on her body, then planted her lips on his in a steamy, sperm-tinged kiss.

"I feel the same way," he told her with a grin when their lips parted.

"But..." Rachel said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye, "It really doesn't make us even. You see, I bottomed for you, and until you do the same for me, we won't be even."

Carson's grin grew even wider. "This is true, and it looks like you also owe me a blow job then. I'm ready when you are."