Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims.
April's Showers (Bisexual, Urination, TV) by Amber Fountaine
Chapter One
It began as an innocent conversation - if a conversation about sex, by three people in the middle of having sex, can be innocent.
"My god April, y'all are better than any porn stars ever thought about being. I oughta get a friend of mine to tape you two," Rich said between clenched teeth. Then, a few moments later, he asked, "Would y'all like to make an amateur video?"
He was probably surprised to hear us both giggle about that - assuming he could figure out that we were laughing and not grunting. Neither of us was in a position to carry on a conversation at the moment.
Rich had just finished filling April's beautiful shaven cunt with an awesome load of cum and I - cum slut that I am - was enjoying every drop I could coax back out with the tip of my tongue. It's a toss-up as to whether I enjoy eating April's fresh fucked pussy more than she enjoys having me do it. Sure, she's the one that has an orgasm or two while I'm licking and sucking that sweet mingled mix of sex cream. But a cum slut like me can have waves of passion course through him, in much the same manner as an orgasm, when her orgasms cause those precious hidden drops, buried too deep to reach with my tongue, to come squirting out.
As for April, she's just as passionate about licking clean a cock that's given her so much pleasure. We both love that erotic combination of pussy juice and cock cream. That's what had caused Rich to make his remark about April being, "better than a porn star," and was the reason why April couldn't answer either. We might be a little lax by most standards in the morals department, but we were both raised with good manners and knew you weren't supposed to talk with your mouth full.
Besides, we were in no rush; we could always talk later. We knew that Rich wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere. We'd made sure he had plenty of time before we'd started. I assumed at first that Rich lived someplace in the same apartment complex that April and I had moved into a few weeks earlier. This was our first 3-some with Rich, something that April and I had determined was going to happen going back to earlier that day when we met Rich down at the pool.
"Andy, that guy's a HUNK," April had exclaimed, trying to divert my attention from the book I'd been pretending to read. I had known exactly who she was talking about. I'd spotted him before April and had come to the same conclusion.
There had been a dozen or so people around the pool that day, including a few kids, an elderly couple, two teenage girls sunbathing with their tops undone and three guys of about the same age as the girls and who were about to douse them with ice water. While the teen's shenanigans held some promise of entertainment, it had been the blond haired guy with the light blue eyes, a color that matched his well-filled, powder blue Speedo, that had been the object of my attention since he'd walked up about thirty minutes earlier. And apparently, April had come to the same conclusion.
April was the perfect partner - in bed or out - for a bisexual cross-dresser like me. We shared the same taste in food, clothes, kinky sex, and potential bed partners. That's the reason I'd married her.
I'd met April at a swinger's party in Atlanta two years earlier and she'd been impressed by my ability to seduce the guy she'd set her cap for before she did. It had been no small feat, considering he was her date.
Twice a year this swing group had a costume party that was held to allow the participants the opportunity to act out any fantasies they might have. They called it a costume party but for most of us, it was more like a fetish smorgasbord with several ladies in leather, guys in lingerie, a few in diapers and some dragon ladies thrown in the mix for variety. For the two previous parties, I'd gone to the first as a hooker - I love dressing slutty - and to the last one as a girl scout. I didn't sell any cookies but I sure consumed a lot of creamy cookies before the night was over.
For the third party I'd decided to regress even farther and had dressed as a little girl in a very short dress with petticoats, a thick diaper, and a ruffled diaper cover. April, who I didn't know at the time, had chosen a very similar outfit, but without the diaper. She had ruffled panties and petticoats showing under her shorter dress and was supposed to be Bo Peep. The only thing that spoiled her little girl look was an eye-catching cleavage. Her date, Frank, was dressed as George Washington.
The three of us had arrived at about the same time and a few minutes later, Frank and I had walked up to the bar together. He'd opened the conversation with, "What a cute little girl you are. Who's gonna get to change your diapers sweetie?"
"Well I'm looking for a father-figure and you just might do," I'd teased. When he'd smiled at that, I'd added, "If George Washington is really the father of our country, he must have a helluva cock!" It was the sort of sexual banter that made up most of the conversations at those kinds of parties.
He'd grinned even bigger at that, lightly pinched my cheek and had told me, "Give me a minute to take this drink to my date and I'll meet you in the hall bathroom and show you how ol' George kept the country pacified. I'm betting a cute little girlie like you loves to suck on big boy pacifiers."
Was that ever the truth! A few minutes later, he'd been sitting on the edge of the bathtub and I was on the bathroom floor, kneeling between his legs slurping down as much of his big 'pacifier' as I could handle. I've never been romantically attracted to a man, but I sure love sucking a cock and Frank had a nice one, about 7 inches, not too thick, and with a head like a small red apple. In short, it was a cocksucker's dream and I was in dreamland.
That's when April had tracked us down. Non-pulsed at being caught, he'd told her there was more than enough for two little girls and he'd been right again. She dropped to her knees beside me and after passing Frank's cock back and forth a few times, she paused to say, "I'm April."
So now we like to tell our more open-minded friends - the ones that know how kinky we can get - that we met while rubbing noses and trying to suck the same cock. Knowing us like they do, it's easy for them to picture that. And for every one else, like our parents, we say that we met at a party while bobbing for apples. That's close enough, has a sort of romantic spin to it and they like that story a lot more than they would if we told them the truth.
After sharing Frank's cock and cum load, April informed us that she hadn't really been looking for us, that she'd come in to pee and we'd been in such a rush we'd forgotten to lock the door. I let April know that I'd love to drink her pee if she was into that sort of thing and she'd winked and told me she might go for it later.
The week after that Atlanta costume party, I met April for a long lunch, and as turned on as we got, it had been a good thing that we were in a crowded restaurant. We spent the whole leisurely lunch hour talking about the party, all the things we'd enjoyed, even discussing the piss play we'd eventually gotten into, and she had me explain how I came to enjoy wearing women's clothes and wetting diapers.
Later that night I got a call from her asking if I'd be interested in dressing like a woman and joining her for a 3-some. I'd certainly wanted to see April again and had assumed the three-some would be with Frank, the same guy she'd been with at the party. No problem there! I'd been geared for sucking some more of her friends cock, but instead she'd had a girlfriend waiting, a lesbian that wanted to try sex with a man and April had decided that a she-male type like me was the perfect choice.
Over the next few weeks, we segued from casual sex partners to good friends to the realization that, intentionally or not, we had become romantically involved. Because of past events in both our lives, it was hard for either of us to use the "L" word. But it happened and along the way, we didn't let our love for each other stop us from taking turns picking a man or woman to share one of our beds. After several months, since we were spending almost every night together, it was obvious that we should share the same residence and if we were going to do that, then didn't it make sense to go ahead and get married? We sure thought so!
Our unique sex life didn't stop after the wedding. Even the move from Atlanta and that circle of swinging friends didn't stop us completely. But it did slow us down a bit and spending more time with each other - especially with us still being newlyweds in our opinion - sure wasn't a bad thing either. April had harbored an interest in piss play since puberty and I was the ideal partner to try all the things she'd only fantasized about. I quickly began to think of her as, 'a bladder with two legs'. And while I might have teased her about it, I damn sure wasn't complaining! Starting with the party where I met April, experimenting with piss play had become a big part of our sex lives.
Finding the right guy to share our bed was another mainstay of our sexual activity from the beginning of our relationship and after we married, April began having me spend more time as 'Amanda Moore' than as Andy Martin, my given name. She began coaching me on feminine mannerisms and the fine points of makeup and dressing and encouraging me to go out with her, dressed as Amanda, to go shopping and for dinner dates. She literally brought me out of the clothes closet or as she preferred to tell our friends, "I drug him out in drag."
After a few of those non-sexual excursions to bolster my confidence, we went out bar hopping with the intention of finding us a man and it had been much easier than I had thought. That became our favorite way of getting our extra bed partner. When we moved to Dallas, we decided to keep our more lascivious, lustful activities a secret from our neighbors, and had been doing all our kinky fun either in the privacy of our bedroom or at the home of an old and trusted friend. To our neighbors, we were just the normal young married couple. Spotting Rich at the pool had caused us to quickly, and mutually, alter that strategy when he told us he was visiting and not a resident. Some 'hunks' you just have to make an exception for.
After I was sure that I'd gotten every drop of Rich's cum from between the swollen lips of April's pussy and that she was orgasmed out for the time, I crawled out from under her and joined her between Rich's legs. She was leisurely licking the length of his still firm cock, stopping occasionally to squeeze out a drop of cum that would puddle momentarily in the slit of his cockhead before she'd stick the tip of her tongue out to dab it away. She looked so sexy and I was very proud of her. I'd taught her that trick. We kissed and let our tongues fight for the flavor in each others mouths and then she pulled back and pointed Rich's cock at my lips. How could I refuse?
While I worked the thick eight inches of Rich's cock into my throat, April responded to his earlier remark and told him of our one and only experience in front of a video camera. We'd shown him some snapshots of the two of us in a variety of sexual scenes, our usual technique for introducing a prospective new bedmate to the things we like to do. From there, we'd usually go on to show a videotape or two, including the one with us in it. But that hadn't been necessary with Rich so we hadn't had an opportunity to show him our fifteen minutes of stardom in a porno tape and explain how we happened to be in it.
That taping had occurred back in Atlanta before we were married. We'd still been in the dating phase of our relationship when her sister visited for a few days and I was told to dress as 'Amanda', pick up a few bottles of wine and a couple of pizzas and join them for a slumber party. Ginger, April's sister, seemed to have no problem at all with her sister being involved with a guy that dressed as a woman. Ginger had acted like it was an everyday sort of thing. Since she'd just graduated from college in California, maybe it was to her.
By three in the morning, we'd finished four bottles of wine, what had been left in a bottle of vodka, and wiped out most of the baggie of great weed that Ginger had brought with her. We'd also totally destroyed any inhibitions we might have had about discussing the events of our sexual past.
Our conversations had danced around the topic of sex several times, but when I went to finish one of the bottles of wine and had put about an inch of the end of the bottle in my mouth, April started laughing and said, "Gin, look at that slut. She'll put anything in her mouth and suck on it." We'd been sitting on the floor in our nightgowns and the two of them rolled on their sides laughing uncontrollably. It had been pretty close to the truth so I laughed too.
Then Ginger had suggested that she'd like to see two guys having sex and April had pulled out a small stack of photos from a couple of our adventures. In most of them, I was licking dick, dressed in diapers or lingerie or both. Ginger loved them, but what really got her excited had been when she came across the pictures of me laying in my bed in a nightie with April standing over me, peeing on the mound in my panties - and in my mouth. You could tell from the smile on my face that I loved 'April's Showers'.
"Oh shit April," she'd exclaimed. "I didn't know you were still into that pissin' stuff. No wonder you picked a guy in diapers for a boyfriend."
Now normally you'd think I'd have been embarrassed about the pissin' and diaper remarks. But what had made me blush at the time was Gin's remark about me being April's boyfriend; like there was some sort of romantic involvement. I guess in the back of my mind, I'd been hoping for our relationship to become romantic and not just recreational sex, but had been reticent to ever mention it on my own. Ginger had continued to babble, but I had concentrated on April, trying to determine her reaction to Gin's remark.
After a moment, April had turned to me and with those blue eyes that could melt glaciers, had asked me, "Do you want to?"
All my thoughts had still been on that 'boyfriend' remark. Hoping that was what she was talking about, I told her, trying not to seem too committal, "Might be fun."
Boy was I in for a surprise. While my brain had been tuned out - locked on that 'boyfriend' thing - they'd been talking about Ginger having a video camera in the trunk of her car and how if April could get one of those guys with me in the photos to come over, she'd make a tape of us in action that we could watch whenever we wanted. The entire conversation had taken place six feet in front of me and I hadn't paid any attention to any of it.
So I had been caught completely off guard when they both jumped up; April to go to the phone to call Frank, and Ginger to go out to her car. Frank, I found out, had called several hours earlier and had wanted April to come over. She'd declined since she already had Ginger and me on her 'activity' planner. She was hoping he was home and still horny in the middle of the night.
An hour later, I'd had the lens of Ginger's video camera six inches from my left cheek and six of Frank's seven inches of turgid manhood moving in and out of my mouth and throat.
"Smile for the camera," Ginger had teased me.
"Don't worry about him smiling Gin," April had told her. "When he's got a cock in his mouth he never stops smiling. It's just hard to tell because he's sucking so hard."
"Yeah, I can tell he'd make a great fluffer," Gin commented.
At the time, I had no idea what a 'fluffer' was, but I knew it had to be a compliment of some sort and smiled just a little more.
All total, Ginger must have shot almost an hour of videotape, but not by herself. We all took turns handling the camera at some point, since Ginger wanted in on the hot, sexy action too. After I'd gotten Frank stiff as stone and drooling pre-cum, Gin had me work the camera while she went to work on her sister. I'd known April was bi, we'd shared a cum filled cunt as far back as the party where we met, but for some reason it both surprised and excited me to find out she'd been having sex with her sister for years. And then to watch them do it was awesome. Maybe that's why my efforts with the camera hadn't worked out too well - I was probably breathing too hard. Fortunately, Frank had lots of experience with one and he'd taken over.
There were lots of climaxes of the moaning and groaning, physical kind, but the one from a cinematic point of view had been when the two sisters, standing tit to tit, pube to pube above me, let their cum filled pussies drip in my face and then let go with a combination of their warm amber streams, drenching my face, the top of my nightie, and the bed for two feet around me with hot golden piss.
When Ginger left, she took the tape she'd made with her, promising to send us a copy. She did and we really enjoyed popping it in the VCR from time to time to show some of our friends. But the really big surprise - at least it was for me - happened a few months later, just before we married, when Ginger sent us a copy of a tape called "Kinky Bi Amateurs". We'd become porn film stars.
Not that we could prove it though, without the unedited tape to compare it with. The "Kinky Bi Amateurs" tape had been compiled from three or four other tapes similar to the one we'd made and then edited so that you couldn't tell who the people really were. In fact, it had been cut and spliced in such a way that it was about half way through our fifteen-minute portion before you discovered that one of the girls - me - was really a guy.
That's when I knew that Ginger had shot the whole thing with the intention of using it like that. At no time had she tried to get a shot of someone's face. In the scenes where I was sucking cock, for instance, the camera was always over one of my shoulders. Frank had a small tattoo of a rose on one cheek of his ass and she'd managed to avoid any camera angles that made that identifiable. And April, it turned out, had been in on the whole thing.
Ginger, she explained, like several of her classmates, had worked her way through college by working in the porn industry that was big in the area. Ginger had done a few, small, on-camera scenes, but mostly had worked behind the cameras, starting as a fluffer; which I discovered was what you call someone that sucks the male stars to get or keep them hard between scenes. After graduating, Ginger had gotten a regular kind of job but had kept up with her contacts on the west coast and picked up some extra money when she came up with video clips the studio could use.
"How come Ginger got paid and we didn't?" was my first reaction.
April had laughed at me. "Because then we wouldn't be amateurs," she'd lightly explained.
So while I might have been upset at first to find out I'd been used, any displeasure I felt was gone in minutes when I realized I could honestly tell anyone, assuming I'd want to, that I had been in a porn film. And April felt the same way. It was another item to add to the ever-growing list of sexual things we'd tried.
Rich's reaction to our story was another surprise. I was almost hurt when he didn't ask to see the tape we were talking about or the longer, unedited original. He just smiled smugly. I hate it when people do that!
Several times in the past, when we were trying to seduce or introduce a potential bed partner to our unusual sexual interests, we'd used the "Kinky Bi Amateurs" tape in some way. With Rich, that hadn't been necessary at all! It was almost as if he was the predator, stalking April and me instead of the usual, other way around. We'd invited him to our apartment after determining that he had the rest of the day and all weekend to party and without sex once being mentioned; he'd dropped his Speedo the minute he was in the door.
"I think this is what y'all are after." he'd said, standing naked, grinning, and with his cock offered to us in the palm of one hand.
It was and I had, shedding my bathing trunks and dropping to my knees to take his cock in my mouth. When he'd said, "Y'all," and looked directly at me, that was all the assurance I needed to be certain he understood we both wanted him and I wanted to be sure I got my licks in, so to speak. April had been just as quick to get out of her bikini and join me. Not that we were in a rush. We seldom rushed sex and our poolside conversation had determined that Rich was available and had no plans. However, there's something so wildly exciting about that first taste of a new cock that April and I both enjoy. So after that initial hurry to get a sample of our new friend's offering, we'd settled back to our more usual, leisurely pace. We'd spent over two hours sucking and fucking during that first round. Both Rich and I had cum twice and I'd lost count of how many orgasms April might have had. She could easily be the poster child for 'multi-orgasmic'.
Then, from the looks and signals I was getting from April, it was time to introduce Rich to our kinkier side. We just had to determine whether we should let him watch us in person or maybe show the tape and check his reaction. But Rich pretty much made our decision for us.
"I need to get up and pee again," he said softly, letting us know he'd like to have his cock back for his own use.
April and I grinned at each other and as if by mutual, tacit consent, decided we might as well find out right now if Rich would be staying two hours or two days. He'd managed to make it to the bathroom once before we could stop him, right after we'd started our afternoon sex-capade. We weren't about to let it happen again.
"Go ahead," she whispered to me, passing me his cock. As she moved up beside Rich, dragging her nipples across his thighs, belly, and chest as she went, I locked my lips around Rich's cock-head.
"You don't have to get out of bed to pee in this house," she explained to Rich. "We both love piss and I promise he won't miss a drop.
"I kinda thought so," Rich told her, grinning. "Me too." Then without expanding on the 'me too' part, told her, "It looked to me like you peed in his lap down at the pool today."
Rich's pee was beginning to start in spurts so I didn't dare let myself smile and miss any of it. April answered for both of us, nodding and grinning. "You should have been paying attention a few minutes earlier, before I peed in his lap," April told him. "When he was standing behind me rubbing lotion on my shoulders, he was pissing in his panties and letting it run down my back and the crack of my ass."
I glanced up at Rich's face to see if he'd caught on to what April had said or the way that she'd said it and after just a brief moment of confusion, his face broke into a big grin.
"You know," he answered, speaking slowly and reflectively, "Earlier today I saw a cute redhead in a white flowered sundress get into a car just like Andy's and I wondered. But I decided it was probably his sister and just wishful thinking on my part."
'Two days and with a little luck, maybe two weeks,' I thought as I swallowed the last drops of Rich's pee. 'Anyone that will piss in my mouth AND thinks seeing me in drag is 'wishful thinking', has got to be our kind of people.'
"So you think Andy's cute dressed as Amanda?" April asked, to be sure.
"Gorgeous," Rich answered. "I wish I could look that hot."
'Two months,' I decided in my mind. 'Maybe we should even think about getting a bigger apartment. No, bad idea. We'd never get to work. Probably all loose our jobs. So maybe there's more to that story he gave me about being a swimmer in college.'
One of the first things I'd noticed about Rich, after the blue eyes and the well filled blue Speedo, was that like mine, his body was nearly hairless. I was never as hairy as most males, but my hairless condition was still more the result of constant attention with a razor and depilatories. In my first conversation with Rich, I'd remarked about his smooth, hairlessness and he'd explained that it was something he'd started doing on the swim team in college and had continued mostly out of habit. Since he could swim the length of our apartment pool in about two strokes, it gave credence to his explanation.
"How about you?" he'd asked, catching me off guard. "You're as slick as I am."
I should have been expecting it. "Just lucky," I'd lied. If he didn't believe me, he at least hadn't said anything. April checks me over when I'm done shaving just to be sure I haven't missed a spot so I didn't have that to worry about that.
But now that it was out of the bag that I loved to dress up as 'Amanda', I was sure 'just lucky' wouldn't fly any longer. I'd drained his balls and his bladder so, reluctantly, I let his cock slip out of my mouth and moved up to join them in conversation.
'Might as well go straight to it,' I thought as I cuddled against Rich, opposite of April. "We're about the same size," I began, looking him in the eye. "Would you like to dress up with me sometime?"
Rich hesitated to answer just long enough to make me worry a little bit. I was concerned that maybe I'd moved a little too fast or had guessed wrong. But when he finally answered, for the first time in my life I felt like kissing another man on the lips.
"I have to tell you," he said sheepishly, "when I wear girls clothes, it's baby girls clothes and I wear diapers. I don't go out as a woman like you do."
It was time to show Rich why we had a two-bedroom apartment.
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