Molly Ch 06 Playtime

Inside the girls' change room and toilet, it was clean and minimal. The smell of the bodies that had, just half an hour ago, been changing in and out of various sports gear was light in the air, and only a few scuffs and discarded papers littered the floors. We were alone. Molly standing in her pee-drenched, blue shorties and me with my cock pressed hard against the inside of my pants. Between us I had let Molly's unzipped bag rest on the floor, the diapers sitting proudly on the top.

Molly bent down and undid her shoelaces, I watched her skillfully unwork the strands and loosen them. Now unfastened, she threw away her teenage persona and gleefully kicked them off like a child, before beckoning, "change me, daddy."

The daddy was new. It took me by surprise, but I liked hearing it. Stepping over the bag I immediately reached for the base of her crop top and pinched the fabric at the bottom firmly. As Molly lifted her arms up in the air, I lifted my own hands dragging her top easily over her minimal chest, leaving her pert breast bare and chalky white in the fluorescent light. Admiring her almost flat chest and soaked, tight shorties, my eyes drifted down her body. I noted the glistening line of her cameltoe seated in the wet fabric, the glistening lines down her legs where drops of pee still made their way towards her white ankle socks.

I unfastened my pants without breaking my gaze. I slid my t-shirt off my body and then adapted my teacher voice to the new daddy role.

"Help daddy take his pants off princess," I asked halfway between a question and a command.

In reality, I still couldn't believe what was going on, and part of me was still waiting for some penny to drop, and for this to somehow not be my current reality. I wanted this reality so much. I wanted Molly so much.

It was a reality. Molly obliged, undoing my zipper and pressing against my hard cock before sliding her thumbs between my hips and my underpants. As she slid them down my legs my cock sprung out, nearly slapping her face. She giggled and said. "Oh daddy, it looks like you're proud of your little girl."

"I will be sweetie," finding my tone and place. "But we're going to have to get you out of those wet shorts and clean you up first."

Taking Molly's hand I led her over to one of the benches. "Lay down like a good little girl," I offered.

She immediately crouched to sit on the bench, swinging her legs around and laid down with a childish smile. I went back and collected one of the diapers from the bag noting her grey tracksuit underneath. As I approached the bench. I again admired her milky skin, and soaked in the moment knowing that there was about to be nothing between our naked bodies at all. Up to this point, fabric, phone screens and cameras had each been a thing which allowed a slight distance, a disconnect between us. In this moment, in the next instant there would be nothing.

That instant was indeed a blur. There was nothing that I can recall between her laying there with her damp shorts on and my face finally buried in the sweetness of her pussy. She writhed and moaned, her fingers forking their way through my salt and pepper hair and pressing me into her slippery mound. The hair around her pussy was soft and supple. It disappeared into the combination of her juices, piss and my saliva.

Momentarily I was brought back to reality when she said, "Oh daddy, I love the way you clean my pee pee area." She was playful and seductive. I got the impression that although she seemed to not be too experienced, that she had been rehearsing this in her mind.

"I need to make sure that I cannot taste any more pee before we get you into your little diaper," I offered. "I had better make sure that your little bottom is clean too."

With vigour I lifted her legs into the air. She met the mood by reaching down and spreading her cheeks to give me proper access to her arsehole. My tongue found its place inside her sphincter as I pushed my way inside her. The taste of her fresh taint was delightful, and although I had been in bliss when I tasted her messy panties, her hole was nothing short of the most delightful experience of my life. If i didn't have to breathe, I would happily have lived between her taught cheeks.

Eventually however, the thought of encasing her within a diaper was too much, so I removed myself from my position between her thighs and cheeks and unfolded the diaper. She lifted herself up to allow me unfettered access and promptly lowered herself, perfectly positioned to be diapered. Although tight, the child's diaper clung to her as though it was made for this stunning 18 year old baby.

Her diaper on, she sprung up and jumped a bit while looking at herself in the mirror. When she turned back to me, her look was one that conflated innocence, passion and debauchery. "A baby needs a pacifier daddy. I need something to suck on."

In a moment she was crouched down and sliding her mouth over my hard cock. It was amazing and the sight of a slight, milky little Molly dutifully serving me drew me closer and closer.

I asked, "are you ready to swallow like a big girl?"

She didn't stop. After only a moment I convulsed and sent pools of cum into her mouth. Unrelentingly she continued to suck and pump my cock until there was not a drip left, then she slid up my body and sat on my lap, letting me feel her diapered bottom resting on my cock. We kissed combining the taste of her taint in my mouth and my cum in hers.

"That was amazing," I confessed with a tone of exhaustion.

"I like it when you show me how to be a big girl, daddy," Molly whispered into my ear. "But I also want to show you how I can still be a little diaper girl too."