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I remember like it was yesterday. Eighth grade and the puberty hormone pot was boiling over. At the time I didn't understand this sort of thing.
After you've finished reading, you might want to return to the DailyDiapers Story Index. This is a work of fiction. Early next morning the girls were all still asleep and were all wearing soaking wet diapers. Gina had put on her plastic pants as she was the heaviest wetter and she had peed so much she literally peed right through her diapers from the pleasure she felt from Belle Sucking on her E cup breasts. She slipped her hand underneath the diapers and found her soaking clit and rubbed herself furiously until she had a couple of orgasms. After cumming twice, her bladder was again full so she just wet herself again and her moans from her overstimulated clit and her wetting woke up Belle who wasted no time latching onto a breast for her morning milk.
The lubrication inside my plastic panties takes the sensations of masturbation to new heights and I'm breathing heavily and occasionally emitting litttle gasps of pleasure as I work my hard member through my panties and settle now to a near continual coaxing of my cock and balls. I have to restrain myself however, as I've still not finished dressing yet and want to postpone my orgasm till I'm complete. I continue to pleasure myself though, bringing myself to the warm breathless brink again and again but easing off each time crisis approaches, the waves subsiding from near final intensity to merely hugely erotic surges of nerve impulses coursing through my belly and groin and a leakage of clear slippery seminal fluid into my panties adding to the slipperiness within.. In this way I can have a series of mini-orgasms, my tension peaking and draining again over and over as I play in my plastic panties. After each near eruption I draw back, resting for a moment before resuming a gentle caressing of the rest of my body through my nylon undergarments. This process can continue for an hour or two until I feel I'm in danger of being unable to control the peaks of my pleasure. At this point I desist from touching myself for several minutes as I know the addition of my final erotic piece of apparel may otherwise cause me to come without any additional stimulation. The last touch to my outfit is a big frilly pair of rhumba panties. Soft silky nylon in the same colour as my suspenders, nightie and plastic panties. These panties which I've also seen advertised as "pettipants" are wonderfully frothy, with five or six rows of ruffled lace all around the front and back and a big wide ruffled lace trim to the legs.