by Penny Birch
By the time we finished it was quite obvious that it was going to happen, and we went straight upstairs, catching a last curious look from the Americans as we went. In the room we locked the door behind us and drew the curtains on the windows looking out to the front, throwing everything into a pale pink-orange light.
‘So what’s the deal?’ Monty asked, sitting down heavily on a bed.
‘We’d like you to play a game with us,’ I told him, ‘like your role-playing games, only very naughty. You’re going to potty train us.’
‘Potty train you?’
‘It’s simple,’ I explained. ‘You’re supposed to teach us to use a pot instead of going in our nappies.’
‘We don’t have a pot.’
‘Use the loo,’ I went on. ‘You can make us pose on it and all sorts of rude things. If we do pee our nappies you’re to change us, and spank us too. Don’t forget to spank us.’
‘I won’t. Count on it,’ he answered. ‘Do I get to fuck you?’
‘Sure.’
‘Up your arseholes?’
I glanced at Gabrielle.
‘If it amuses you,’ she told him. ‘We are yours, to look after, to chastise as you think necessary, to treat as you please. Please do not be too rough, but if I should cry while my bottom is being spanked, you are not to stop.’
‘Me too,’ I added.
‘So none of these stop words?’
‘Well, yes,’ I said, ‘but we’ll try very hard not to use them.’
‘I do not need such a thing,’ Gabrielle said.
‘Are you sure?’ I asked her. ‘He can be pretty filthy.’
She shrugged.
‘You’d better get your dresses off then,’ he said. ‘Shoes too.’
Gabrielle responded immediately, reaching down and peeling her dress up and off. Monty licked his lips as her titties came on show, nodding to himself in satisfaction. I followed Gabrielle’s example, stripping quickly, kicking off my shoes. Shaking my hair out, I stood bare in front of Monty, Gabrielle beside me, both nude but for our nappies, with his piggy eyes feasting on our bodies.
‘You both need fucking,’ he said, ‘but playtime first, as that’s what you want. So, what to do while we wait for all that cider to work through? You’ll tell me when you’re going to wet, won’t you?’
‘A little more in role, please,’ I suggested. ‘You’re supposed to be our nurse.’
‘Nurse?’
‘Well no, I suppose not. What then?’
‘Actually, I don’t really feel comfortable about you playing babies. Couldn’t I be a wicked uncle who’s forced his sixteen- and eighteen-year-old nieces to go around everywhere in nappies?’
‘Yes please, perfect,’ I answered eagerly, then glanced at Gabrielle, who shrugged and nodded. ‘This will be naughty, believe me,’ I told her.
‘I will try,’ she said, ‘but I would still like to be trained, or something, so I am punished when I wet myself.’
‘Leave it to me,’ he smirked. ‘This is the deal. I’ve told you I’ll fuck you if you take your nappies off, so you’ve got no choice but to go to the toilet in them. When it happens, I’ll use it as an excuse to punish you.’
‘Yes please!’ I repeated. ‘Say yes, Gabby darling, please?’
‘Yes,’ she said firmly. ‘It is different, but maybe I should try harder to learn.’
‘Right, outside, you two.’
‘Outside?’
‘On the roof, I said. I want you to feel exposed.’
‘We will be!’
‘It’s quite hidden. Now out there, do as you’re told, or does my cock go up those little virgin cunts?’
‘No, please, but couldn’t we put tops on, at least, just in case?’
‘No, it’s a warm day. I think you can go in just your nappies.’
I went to look out of the window, and sure enough, there was an expanse of flat lead roof with red tiles sloping up beyond it. Either end looked out over fields but, if anyone did see, they would be too far away to realise we were in nappies. They would see that we were topless though, and that’s the sort of showing off I’ve never had a problem with.
So I climbed out, Gabrielle following me. The lead was still warm from the sun, the air too, and I stretched, just luxuriating in my nakedness. It felt so daring, so rude, standing on a rooftop, nude except for my nappy, especially with so little chance of really being caught. It wasn’t going to be long before I wet myself either, because the cider was already getting to me, making my bladder tense if not yet painful. Monty looked totally happy, just watching from the window with a big grin on his face and his hand on his crotch. I could tell he was erect, but he didn’t seem in any hurry to get it out. I put my arm around Gabrielle, on the slim curve of her hip, and she returned the gesture.
‘I’m sure the pig wants us to wee in these horrid things, just to make us feel even more awful,’ I said.
‘I do not mind, actually,’ she answered. ‘It feels nice, comforting, but I don’t want that horrid cock of his anywhere near me.’
‘Nor do I!’ I assured her. ‘You are a pig, uncle Monty, to make us go like this.’
‘I’ll take you into town like that if you don’t mind your language,’ he said. ‘Titties bare and all.’
‘Pig! Oh, Gabby, I need to pee. I’m not sure I can hold on much longer. Hold me.’
She took me in her arms, folding me in until our bodies were pressed together, chest to chest. I could feel the pressure in my bladder, but I held back, letting the moment build. It was my first wet nappy, in well over twenty years anyway, and I wanted to enjoy it. Gabrielle was holding me really tight, and stroking my neck and hair, my back too. I kissed her, on the mouth, again, and we were snogging, holding on really close, really lovingly as I felt my pee start to come. I pulled back, letting her watch my face as the pressure grew and at last I let go.
‘Oh God, I’m doing it, Gabby. In my nappy. Cuddle me.’
I stood still, the warm pee flowing out of my body, down between my pussy lips and around the tuck of my bum, soaking into the nappy. Gabrielle held on tight, kissing and stroking me, and whispering into my ear, murmuring soothing words in French, calling me her pet and her sister and telling me not to be scared. I let it all come, flowing out into my nappy, until the material felt warm and soggy around my pussy and bum, with the same heavy feeling I’d had when I messed in my panties.
‘I’m full,’ I said as it finished. ‘Feel it. Then you.’
Her hands went down immediately, cupping the sagging bulge of my wet nappy in her hands. She began to go down, kissing my neck, my breasts, my tummy, then the front of my nappy, nuzzling her face against it. I held her head against myself, letting her nuzzle and feel my bum and the pee-soaked pink material encasing it, until at length she sat back on her heels, looking up me, ever so sweet, with her big grey eyes behind the glasses.
‘My turn,’ she said. ‘I can’t hold it any more. Watch me.’
She tumbled over, turning her back to me with her bottom stuck out and her knees apart, looking back over her shoulder. I sank down to get a better view, slipping a hand between my legs to feel the weight in my own nappy. Gabrielle’s eyes met mine, then closed.
‘I can feel it coming,’ she said. ‘This is lovely. It is coming out, now. Watch me, watch me do it, Tasha.’
Her mouth came open in a low sigh and I heard the hiss of her pee as she let it out. The back of her nappy quickly began to bulge, growing heavy with piddle, and as a familiar scent caught my nose I realised that wasn’t all.
‘Oh you’re not!’ I said. ‘Gabby!’
She just nodded, and sighed again, clenching her bottom, then relaxing once more. In the window Monty was watching, his eyes round, his hand on his crotch, rubbing at a very obvious erection. Again Gabrielle squeezed, and I saw the bulge in her nappy grow bigger, and once more, so that the load began to pull the nappy down her hips, exposing the very top of her bottom cleft.
I just had to touch, so
I cupped my hands beneath her bottom, feeling the weight of the load in her nappy, lifting it, and squashing it against her bum and up over her pussy. She moaned in pleasure, sticking it out, and I felt it start to swell once more as another piece came out.
‘That’s all,’ she said. ‘Now you’ve got to do it, Tasha, the same, for me.’
‘Cuddle me, then,’ I demanded. ‘I’ll try.’
She turned immediately and came into my arms, our breasts squashed together, our mouths meeting, opening, to kiss, hard, our tongues twining together. I was stroking her neck and back, and her hands went lower, touching my nappy, one hand slightly down it, to caress the little V at the top of my bottom crease. I came in closer and her hand slid down further, between my cheeks, to tickle my anus. I let it relax, wondering if she wanted me to do it in her hand, but she pulled back, kissing me on the nose.
‘Just do it, now,’ she whispered.
It was more than I could resist, and I knew I could manage. I leaned into her, my head to her chest, my arms tight around her. She put a hand to my neck, stroking my skin and my hair, the other going down again, along the curve of my spine, on to my nappy, cupping my bottom. I shut my eyes, sighing, and as my mouth came open so did my bumhole, slowly, pushing out, spreading around the head of a fat, hard piece of dirt. I nearly came as I did it, just from that feeling of utter, glorious wantonness, the dirty, irresponsible delight of doing my business in my nappy instead of a toilet. There was more too, and all the time Gabrielle held me tight, cuddling me and whispering to me, until I’d done it all, and my nappy was as heavy and soggy and filthy as hers.
We went on cuddling, stroking each other and kissing, again and again letting our hands stray to the obscene bulges in each other’s nappies. I was revelling in it, and I could tell she was too, in no hurry, just enjoying the sensation of having each other to hold with dirty nappies on, full nappies, heavy with pee and dung, squashy and wet around our pussies and up our bottoms. Not just that, but we were on a rooftop, bare to the sky, breasts showing, so open, so exposed.
Only when a light aeroplane went overhead did we stop. Not that they could have seen anything, except maybe two topless girls snogging, which was enough to send me into a fit of mischievous giggles as we broke apart. We stood up, grinning at each other, her eyes full of mischievous delight, mine too. We’d really done it, together, and now we were going to get punished for it, spanked and fucked by dirty old uncle Monty, which was just what we deserved. He was still at the window, only now he had his cock out, erect, his balls too, bulging from beneath his shaft.
‘Sluts,’ he said. ‘Little dirty sluts. Inside, both of you. You need changing, then spanking, after that it’s time to pop your cunt cherries.’
‘Pig!’ I spat, but I climbed in at the window willingly enough, with only a little discomfort as I sat on the ledge and squashed the mess up into my crease.
‘Bathroom floor,’ Monty ordered. ‘Gabby first.’
She went, very meekly, her head hung as she walked to the bathroom. Lying down on the shiny pink floor tiles, she put her hands behind her head and her knees up, waiting. Monty took a fresh nappy, and the packet of baby wipes we’d brought, and followed her in. I watched from the door as he changed her, my own load hanging heavy in my nappy, feeling utterly humiliated and aroused to the point where I could hardly hold myself back from frigging.
First he pulled the tabs free at either side of her nappy, then pulled her legs up, holding her by both ankles, then one so that he could peel the nappy away from her pussy. It fell away, landing on the floor with a squashy sound, and I could see everything, a real mess, all over her pussy. I pinched my nose, making a face at her, and she stuck out her tongue in reply.
Monty made fast work of her, wiping her pussy clean before lifting her by the ankles to get at her bumcheeks. He left her hole until last, polishing the little ring until it was pink and glossy, then poking a finger up for good measure. She took it all without flinching, even while he was feeling around up her bum.
Personally, I couldn’t stop giggling, despite the smell, until he turned round to remind me that I was next, which shut me up. He was going to do to me what he’d just done to Gabby, to see my dirty bum, and clean it too. The humiliation was unbearable, just thinking about it, and then she was up, sent into the corner with a smack on her bottom, and he was nodding to the floor.
I got down as he put her dirty nappy into a plastic bag, and adopted the same vulnerable position she had. My breathing was low and heavy, my stomach fluttering as he turned to me. He pulled the tabs open, one by one, peeling them loose. He took my legs, lifting them, which squashed my load up my pussy, making me cry out in surprise and disgust.
‘Big baby!’ Gabrielle chided, obviously familiar with what had just happened to me.
I barely heard her, because he’d dropped one leg and was pulling at my nappy, lifting it, letting it drop, and it was all showing, the whole revolting mess, all over my pussy and bum, and pretty smelly too, with Gabrielle holding her nose and giggling. Monty had the wipes, and was pulling my legs apart, spreading my dirty pussy. He touched me, dabbing at me, on my pubic mound, on my sex lips, and into the groove between them, right on my clit, once, twice, three times, and I just came.
It hit me so suddenly, and so hard, a really intense orgasm, built on my exposure, my humiliation, the whole dirty game, everything coming together in one glorious climax. Fortunately he had the sense to keep dabbing at me, rubbing my clit until I’d had enough and moved my hand down to push his away, after which I just lay still, letting him manhandle me as he pleased, cleaning my pussy, my bum, and fingering me in both my holes as well. He saw my cane marks too, and commented on them, but I told him Gabrielle had done it and she had the sense to keep quiet.
We went into the shower after that, together, soaping ach other as he watched, tugging at his cock, which had gone limp while he was changing our nappies. It had been good, wonderfully good, but it wasn’t over, as neither of them had come. That was how I’d wanted it, although it had been accidental, but in any case I was sure still to be expected to play. He was hard again by the time we finished our shower, and gloating over our naked bodies. We held on to each other, pretending to be afraid.
‘Now a spanking for both of you,’ he declared. ‘Side by side, over the bath, both of you, now!’
We scampered across, quickly positioning ourselves over the bath, bums lifted high, and legs together, our pussies showing in the mirror behind us. He came around, brandishing his cock.
‘Get your backs in, I want to see those arseholes,’ he ordered. ‘That’s better. Boy I am going to enjoy fucking you two. Right.’
He closed in, his podgy hands going to our bums, fondling us, his fingers everywhere, including up our pussies. Both of us were soaking, and I could hear the little wet noises as he poked and probed.
‘Bitches on heat,’ he said. ‘Taste yourselves.’
His hands came forward, sticking two fingers, wet with slimy white pussy juice, right under my nose, another two under hers. I sucked automatically, tasting my juice, and watched Gabrielle from the corner of my eye as she did the same. He stepped back, pulling his fingers free, and again I felt his hand on my bum, this time with the palm flat against my cheeks.
An instant later he hit me with a swat that sent me sprawling across the edge of the bath. I squealed in pain and surprise, but it didn’t stop him, his hand twisting hard in my wet hair as he forced me down, smacking me again and again. My control went instantly. Screaming, kicking and thrashing, I was beaten firmly, my bum turned to a burning ball of tender flesh, until at last I burst into tears and he stopped, as suddenly as he had begun.
I staggered upright, my mouth wide, rubbing at my poor bottom, just in time to see him take Gabrielle firmly around the waist. I knew she had a low pain threshold, and sure enough, from the first smack she was howling, and in tears almost immediately. He didn’t care, he beat her well, his big, heavy arm going up and down like a p
iston, spanking and spanking as she howled and kicked and struggled, tears streaming from her eyes, begging and pleading for him to stop, of which he took not the slightest piece of notice. In the end he stopped when his own hand started to get sore, leaving her to slump down, sobbing, with her bottom a rich, deep pink all over, just like mine.
I gave her a cuddle as he recovered his breath, and helped her up. She was still crying, but she didn’t complain, just turning her back to the mirror to inspect her bottom. He grinned at her expression as she saw what had been done to her, and held out his cock.
‘Cunt time,’ he announced gleefully. ‘Which one wants her cherry popped first?’
‘Do me first, you beast,’ Gabrielle answered. ‘Leave her alone.’
‘You’re both going to get it,’ he said, ‘right up, or else I’ll use your arseholes. Tell you what, you can choose. You first, Gabby. What’s more precious, your cherry or the old chocolate starfish?’
‘I can’t take that,’ she said. ‘Not in my bottom.’
‘Cunt then,’ he said. ‘Over the bog, backwards, I want to watch you piss, and I’m going to fuck you while you do it. Can you do it?’
Gabrielle nodded, and I watched as she mounted the loo, clutching the cistern, with her red bum stuck out, her back curved in to make a real show of herself, pussy and bumhole both flaunted. Monty was stroking his cock, which was nearly back to erection. I took it, pulling at the thick shaft as we watched Gabrielle. She was looking at us too, back over her shoulder, her mouth slightly open, her pale eyes half-lidded.
Her pee started to come, drips, a little gush, a stream, splashing into the water beneath her. Monty moved forwards, my hand slipping from his cock, taking her firmly by the hips. His gut squashed out against her trim buttocks, the expression on her face changed and I knew he was in her, his big, ugly cock moving in her neat little pussy, in and out, jamming her against the cistern with each push. Her pee was still coming too, running off his balls as he fucked her, splashing on to the toilet seat and floor.
