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. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met.
April's Showers (Bisexual, Urination, TV) by Amber Fountaine
Chapter 9
Cuddled in bed with Rachel was like a dream come true. I couldn't have been more nervous if I tried. I'm sure Rachel had to be sound asleep before I allowed myself to begin breathing normally. It was so very unlike being in a bed with Mark and Mark had made me nervous enough. But at the same time that it made me nervous, it was also very different and incredibly exciting. I'm amazed I ever fell asleep - but it was even better waking up.
If we hadn't had a bedroom on the East side of the house, I would have never known it was close to daylight. I'm not sure what woke me, but I had a moment of panic when I realized my face was covered in hair. But it was sweet smelling hair, unlike anything I could remember and as the wheels of my brain began to turn, I remembered I was in bed with Rachel. My face was in Rachel's hair, we were both lying on our sides facing the same direction and I was pressed up against her back with our legs twisted together. I had one arm pinned between our bodies and the other draped around her chest and my hand . . . was full of tit! Not my foam rubber tits - this was real honest to God female tit! And she was holding that hand in place!
Like the previous evening, I quit breathing, afraid to so much as blink. Part of my brain was screaming for me to get back, move away quick before you get caught. I came within a heartbeat of jumping out of bed to get back in the other one before remembering Rachel had asked me to join her. Then another part of my brain was telling me to stay were I was and enjoy every new moment of it.
I discovered something about myself that morning that would live with me forever: There is nothing in all of creation that is better than waking with a woman in your arms. For a fifteen year old, that's an awesome discovery.
As lust overtook fear as my major motivator, primal urges moved to the top of the stimulation heap. It was almost daylight by the time I'd finished getting my hand free to explore both of Rachel's tits and then stealthily slide down inside her very wet diaper. And that made me aware for the first time that I needed to pee very badly and that the sheets beneath us were already damp.
I tried to pee laying on my side and for some reason, couldn't do it. In order to roll on my back, I'd need to free my hand from Rachel's diaper and it took a lot of will power to get my fingers out of the folds of her pussy. I was working my hand out, moving slowly and letting myself enjoy a feel of her pubic hair when she stirred and said softly, "Mmm, feels good, don't stop."
Huge predicament! If I stopped, she might come full awake and discover it was me. If I didn't stop, she would definitely come full awake and discover it was me. The way I figured it, either way I was caught so why not get caught doing something worth the trouble. So I eased my fingers into her crotch again and she murmured, "Yes, right there."
I had no idea I was playing with her clit. Actually, except for a few references to it's existence that I'd seen in magazines, I had no idea what a clit was. But she seemed to enjoy what I was doing, so I kept doing it. Then she scared me again when she began to whisper softly, letting me know she knew it was me.
"Mandy, I know you know how to use your mouth on a boy. Do you know how to do it to a girl?"
I had no clue as to how long she'd been awake or at what point she'd been awake enough to realize it was me. I was so busy worrying about those things that I shook my head no before it occurred to me that it was still mostly dark in the room and that I was laying behind her. Shaking my head when she couldn't see me made about as much sense as giving sign language to a blind person. I had to think about an answer I could give out loud. I opted for the complete truth.
"No, but I'd like to know how," I told her, almost whispering in her ear. I couldn't be any more honest than that unless I added that I'd been fantasizing about eating hers since the moment I met her. Did I mention she was gorgeous?
She turned into me then, almost rolling over on top of me so that her face was inches from mine. I could feel the heat from her wet diaper against my thigh as she told me, "You can't tell anyone, especially Mark, and you can't do anything a boy would do."
I knew that was her discreet way of telling me to keep it in my pants - or in my case in my diaper and panties. Dipping my dick was the only thing I could think of that a boy could do and a girl couldn't. There was enough light to see her face and her eyes were boring into me with a sense of urgency. I nodded, not knowing what words were appropriate for this sort of situation. 'Yes,' seemed weak and less than adequate. 'You betcha,' seemed too flippant. Yet I felt like words of some sort of an answer was necessary, so I told her, "I'll be glad to just be your girlfriend."
I guess that was what she was waiting to hear because she rolled on her back, centering herself in the bed as I gave her room, and then she moved up toward the headboard slightly so that she was almost sitting up like she was going to read. Then she spread her legs and pulled me between them and began pulling loose the tapes that fastened her diaper.
When both sides were loose, I thought she'd take it completely off and toss it somewhere. Instead, she bent her knees and spread them and let the front of the diaper fall between her legs, exposing her beautiful wet pussy to my admiring gaze. Suddenly I wished I'd spent more time watching porno tapes or whatever it is a guy was supposed to use to learn about this. Eating pussy I decided was not natural.
Fucking is natural. Tab C goes in slot P - simple. Sucking cock is natural. At least it had been for me. You just put it in your mouth like a huge fleshy Popsicle and start licking and sucking. But as a teenage amateur, I had no idea where or how to begin eating Rachel's pussy. "How do I start?" I had to ask her. As much as I hated to sound like an idiot, I decided it was best to follow her instructions and do it righ,t than to fake my way and never get a second chance.
"You like pee so much, start by licking everywhere I'm wet."
That made sense to me and it was the last complete direction she had to give me. Everything else was more like single words. "Here," "there," "more," "lower," "again," "harder," were some of the recognizable instructions that filled my ears when she didn't have them completely covered with her hands, thighs, or both. She used my ears much like a horsewoman would use reins. The pad inside her diaper had been swollen with pee and made a great, squishy, erotic chin rest when she had me make long licks from the bottom to the top of her slit.
Several times she called me Mandy, a couple of times she called me Andy, but it was the other names that slipped in there that caught my attention. I thought maybe she was Jewish the first time I heard her say what I thought was, "Oy vay." but then after she'd said it a couple of times, I realized she was saying the name, "Yvette." I knew she had a friend by that name. She also moaned out, as I began to listen more closely, a 'June' or 'Joan' and not surprising to me, mentioned Candice a few times over the thirty minutes or more that she had me working between her legs.
I had heard about a woman's orgasm being the female equivalent of a man getting his cum, but didn't know what to expect and I guess I was waiting for her to squirt something. When she made me stop and she hadn't sprayed me with anything, I figured I'd failed at my first attempt. But she thanked me profusely, kissing and licking my face, which surprised me, and assured me that I had indeed given her three nice orgasms and several minor ones. So I changed my mind. Eating pussy was natural.
"You like playing in a wet bed?" she asked as we cuddled shoulder to shoulder and she played with my padded bra as if they were real tits. I decided, before answering her, that I had possibly earned the right to fondle her tits in the same way and was grateful when she didn't stop me.
"I wouldn't want to do it every night, but it's kinda fun."
Then she surprised me again by putting her hand on the front of my diaper and telling me, "You're not as hard any more. You must have cum while you were eating me."
I didn't think she was right. I remember I'd absentmindedly been humping the mattress through the wet diaper and thinking at one point that I was close, but after letting out part of the pee in my bladder, I'd been able to concentrate entirely on eating Rachel. Her touch was making me rock hard again.
"You really enjoy wearing diapers don't you?" she asked, somewhat needlessly at that point since she could feel for herself how much I was enjoying it. When I added a superfluous nod to the obvious, she admitted, "Me too. I didn't think I would, but it felt great; especially when I wet it. I wonder why more adults don't try it?"
As a young teen with little experience, I could only guess at an answer. "Maybe for the same reason more guys don't try having sex with each other."
Rachel looked at me, not getting any connection, so I explained, "Well it seems like if guys try it, they like it. But most of them are afraid to try it even though they know it will feel good."
"Maybe so," she said as she thought it through. "I wonder if Chuck got as much fun out of his diaper?" She asked, raising herself to one elbow.
Now that was a thought I could get into, literally. "Don't know," I told her grinning back at her mischievously as I got to my feet, anxious to see if my super soggy diaper was going to fall off. "But I know how to find out."
"I'll go with you," she told me, reading my mind again and getting up to follow me.
Since Chuck had mentioned getting up early and the sun was now easing above the horizon, it wouldn't have surprised me to find him up and out of bed. But as we tiptoed into his room, he seemed to be fast asleep. Rachel went around one side of his bed and motioned me around to the other. Working together, we slowly pulled back the sheet he was sleeping under. There was a big wet spot under his butt where the diaper had leaked. Bolder than me, Rachel put her hand on the front of his diaper and told me in a whisper, "He's got a hard on too. Then she lifted the waist of the diaper and panties and very gently tugged it down so that most of Chuck's erection was visible. "Go ahead," she told me with an impish grin.
I didn't see how he could be sleeping through this, but didn't hesitate to obey Rachel. The way she was licking her lips, I might not be given a second chance. Hooking my fingers under his cock to lift it at an angle, I put as much in my mouth as I could, confirming my assumption that piss flavored prick would be every bit as great tasting as piss flavored pussy.
I'd been at it for a couple of minutes when I heard Chuck say, "Oh Rachel, you're such a great cock sucker."
I froze, though it shouldn't have surprised me that Chuck would wake up at some point. I glanced up at Chuck's face to see his eyes closed and a big grin on his face, like it was all he could do to keep from laughing.
"You wish," Rachel told him, sitting on the opposite side of the bed from me. "Don't you recognize Miss Mandy's magic mouth?"
"So you didn't make a complete lesbian of her after all - that's good," he told her.
There was something going on here and I wasn't in on it, but what was more important to me, I had Chuck's cock in my mouth and he wanted me to continue, so I did.
Then I got yet another surprise when I heard Rachel say, "Let me try it." I assumed she wanted a turn licking his dick and I almost got hit in the face with her knee as she swung across him to straddle him and guide his cock inside her. The wet nightie she had on barely came to her ass and it hadn't occurred to me that she hadn't bothered to put anything on in place of the diaper. She was virtually naked from the waist down and must have been planning to fuck him all along.
After a few minutes, I could tell by Chuck's breathing that he was about to cum and he confirmed it by asking, "Do you want me to pull out?"
"No," she told him, "I'm on the pill. But Candice isn't so if things get wild later, don't let anyone fuck her without a rubber. I made sure she brought some with her."
Then he was thrusting up into her with such force that neither of them could speak until he'd finished. When he was drained, Rachel fell forward onto his chest and moved so she could stretch her legs out straight. That caused Chuck's cock to slip out of her hole and I was treated to the sight of his slick, cum covered cock and her flared pussy lips, with his cum beginning to leak out. With neither thought nor instruction to guide me, I forced my head between them and began to lick both of them clean of any foamy cock cream. I was becoming addicted to the stuff and if anything, it was more delicious mingled with Rachel's flavoring.
But the biggest surprise so far came when I had finished and they had rested. "My turn," Chuck said and again I guessed wrong. I thought maybe he was going to take a few licks at Rachel's delicious twat cream. Instead he ripped the front of my diaper down, almost destroying the panties. After dropping the diaper and panties off the end of the bed, he took every inch of my rigid prick in his mouth in one gulp. He was good - very good - and I came much quicker than I ever had before.
Rachel told him that she had suspected he knew my true gender and asked him when he'd figured it out. He told her about Mark's call and asked if she hadn't noticed my condition when we'd arrived at the lake. "I don't know what y'all were talking about or did in the car, but you already had Mandy as hard as a horn dog when you introduced him to me. I didn't know whether to shake his hand or his hard-on."
"What happened when you left in the truck yesterday?"
I smiled at Chuck and Chuck smiled at Rachel telling her, "Let's just say that if y'all had some kind of contest going, Mandy won."
"Candice knows." I felt I should tell them that, then offered my opinion, "But I don't think she'll say anything to Melanie."
"How does she know?" Rachel asked me suspiciously, thinking I might have something going with her sister. Occasionally, Rachel was a typical, protective older sibling.
Grinning and shaking my head, I told her, "She tricked me like she said you tricked her. There really wasn't anything on the collar of my blouse."
"I think that trick must be in the Bible someplace," April told us. "I remember playing it on Ginger and I'm sure she passed it on to someone and I don't even know who pulled it on me. Probably someone at Davis High School."
Sissy nodded. "I spent a lot of time in gay bars for a while and it's almost a given. If two guys happen to go to the men's room at the same time, when they come back, somebody is going to accuse one of them of having cum on his collar and even if they didn't do anything, someone will usually fall for it."
"I'd think in a gay bar, most of the people would already have a stain on their collar," I suggested. The few times I'd been to a gay bar, there'd been oral sex in the bathroom on a regular basis. One place, which was all male, used the Lady's room for that purpose. Before I met April, I'd camped out in that Lady's room a couple of times and my all time record for cocks in one night had occurred there.
Talking about that morning when I first developed what would become a lifelong taste for pee flavored prick and pussy, had made me acutely aware that I had one of each sitting across the table from me. "Anyone need a change?" I asked.
"I've been expecting that," April told Sissy. Then she turned to me and said, "Stand up."
When I'd gotten to my feet, April told her brother, "You'll notice that some things don't change. He's still a horn dog. Any time he's having a hard time getting a hard on, all I have to do is remind him of that morning with Rachel and Chuck."
All I could do was smile in acknowledgement. What April had said was both true and obvious. My erection had climbed out over the top of my panties and I'd tried to discreetly put the head of it under the front of the bottom of the bustier so it wouldn't be noticeable. But standing had cause the bustier to lift up and my cock had popped free, standing proudly before me. Sissy must have gotten just as turned on by my sexy story, had the same reaction as I to the sight of cock, or both, and quickly moved to my side, dropping to his knees, and engulfing my hard prick.
April let us enjoy ourselves for a moment, then told us, "Okay you two. Aunt Amanda - can't you control your babies better than that?"
"I think Baby Sissy is doing just fine," I told her. "You know babies love to suck on pacifiers and she's being a REAL GOOD baby."
"I want you to be a real good Auntie and finish the damn story before you start fucking the audience."
Sissy couldn't suck and laugh at the same time and thought it best to follow his sister's wishes. Reluctantly he went back to his chair and I sat down in mine. "Yeah, I guess she's right. You're just now getting to the second day. I'm beginning to think this story is going to take two days just to tell. When do the cops show up? And when did Mark show up? And you never told us about Mark getting into his sister's stuff or what he was doing with his friend."
"Alright, first things first. I had to give you all the background of what happened before we went to the lake. Now . . . . . at the point where I stopped, Melanie and Candice were still asleep and Rachel, Chuck and I were sitting on Chuck's bed comparing notes. Chuck had told Rachel he'd known all about our scheme. Rachel knew that Chuck and I had fooled around and had been working on some idea to get even with the girls since the day before. We knew Candice knew I'd sucked off Chuck but she didn't know he'd returned the favor. And Melanie didn't know anything other than she was a total bust at seducing older boys."
"Tell him what you didn't know," April prompted.
I looked at Sissy and told him, "I didn't know that Chuck had come in the guest room to wake Rachel and me and that Rachel had told him to wait in his room for a while and pretend to be asleep when we came in. She suspected we'd fooled around and wouldn't have any trouble convincing me to go with her to Chuck's room. She hadn't expected me to lead the way."
"Okay," Sissy said, nodding. "I'm with you so far. But what about Mark? You made it sound like he was going to be a big part of this."
"Well he was and he wasn't. He was the funniest part probably. And he was a little smarter than I'd given him credit. He knew Mary Sue wouldn't let him take a car and drive to the lake for no reason. So he came up with a pretty good plan by himself. My mom and his mom were sisters. But he also had some cousins that were the kids of his dad's brother and sister. And one of those cousins, a girl named Nora, happened to think football star Mark walked on water. She also happened to have her own car. So Mark called her and they put together a story. Nora showed up at the DeSpain's Sunday morning all disappointed about Melanie not being there. She told Mary Sue that Melanie had promised to help with something and when the phone number to call Melanie at the lake turned up missing, they sold Mary Sue on Chuck going with her to the lake to find Melanie."
"Does this girl get fucked and put in diapers too?"
"Not for a few weeks," I told him. "It was a great summer and I need to finish this part about the lake first.
"Please do. My diaper is soaked and I'm looking forward to you changing it."
"Now that ought to speed this up!" April teased. "Besides, he's almost to a very important part."
"You still planning to play some sort of trick on us girls? Rachel asked Chuck after we'd finished comparing notes.
"Wouldn't you agree you deserve it?"
"Probably," Rachel said. "But now I'll know to be on the lookout."
"How about if you're in on it?" I suggested.
Rachel thought about that, debating whether to side with the girls or against them. It wasn't difficult for her to choose in favor of being in on the joke and it did give her a chance to protect her sister somewhat. "Okay," she said, "what are we gonna do?"
"We don't know yet," I told her. "But the code word is 'fishing'. If Chuck or I mention fishing, we need to talk in private."
"Speaking of fish, do you know what my favorite kind of fish is?" Chuck asked us. When we shook our heads, he said, "I'll show you." Then he dove face first into Rachel's crotch.
For a second or two, it looked like Rachel might stop him. But before the words could form and escape, she was getting too much pleasure to stop. Instead, she shifted slightly so that she could lie back in Chuck's bed much as she had when I'd eaten her pussy in our bed a short time earlier. We were dressed nearly alike, wearing only the tops of our short nighties so she had no problem putting her hand in my lap and holding my cock, beginning to stroke it.
When she began to pull on my cock roughly, I was about to protest when I finally figured out it was a signal. Using my cock like a leash on a pull toy, she kept urging me closer until she was able to put my cock in her mouth. I straddled her shoulders, letting her feast for as long as she wanted. When she sensed I was close to coming again, a lot faster than I would have thought possible after Chuck's excellent blowjob, she pushed me back and told me, "Now it's your turn."
Looking over my shoulder, I saw that she'd used one of her hands to let Chuck know to get out of my way. He'd moved out from between her legs to give me room and I worked my way back, ready to give her pussy another good licking. She stopped me half way and I looked at her, confused.
"She wants you to fuck her you idiot!" Chuck told me, laughing at my naivet‚.
I looked at Rachel and she nodded, smiling. "You want to don't you?"
I shoved my cock in her so quick that the first thrust had the hem of my nightie with it. The second effort I got it right, with the nightie out of the way. I couldn't believe that I was actually getting to fuck the woman of my dreams. Well at least most of my dreams, thoughts and fantasies of the last 48 hours or so. Did I tell you she was gorgeous?
I'd like for you to believe that I gave Rachel the best sex of her life. The truth is she tolerated and I think expected me to be overly quick and overly excited. It was after all, my first piece of pussy. And as proud as I was that it had happened with a girl like Rachel, I couldn't help but think, in a purely egotistical way, that no matter what else Mark said or did that summer, I had one I could hold over him. Unfortunately, I also knew I couldn't tell him.
If you're wondering why I was thinking of Mark at a time like that, you should know I was also thinking about my parents, Mark's parents, the type of furniture in Chuck's room, why the steering wheel in the ski boat was on the right side, the pet turtle I'd had as a child, the elementary teacher who'd given me the pet turtle and at least a dozen other things to try to keep from cumming too quick. It didn't work.
When I'd finished, rested momentarily, and about to go down on Rachel again, Chuck told me, "Let me try it. My girlfriend knows I'm bi but I've never thought to try tasting my cum after I've put it in her. You really seemed to like licking out mine awhile ago, so let me try yours."
After he'd licked both of us, Chuck looked at me and asked, "It is good - where'd you learn to do that?"
Smiling at him and Rachel both, I told them, "Right here in this bed about 15 minutes ago. Rachel is the first girl I've ever done anything with."
I think Rachel knew I'd been a virgin; at my age it would have been surprising if I hadn't been. But Chuck had another surprise for us.
"You're way ahead of me Mandy. I didn't have sex with a girl until about six months ago - in this same bed."
I think Rachel and I were equally astonished that Chuck had been a virgin that long. Thinking about it though, if the girl's description of the shy and overweight Chunk had been accurate, it might not have been his choice at all.
"I'm getting an idea," Chuck told us, smiling. "How would Mandy like to loose her virginity?"
Mandy's virginity was history in my book but then I got to thinking he meant letting someone fuck my ass and voiced my concern.
"You can if you want to," Chuck told me. "I've tried it and it's not bad at all if the guy doing it isn't too big. Johnny likes it sometimes and so does Sam, but we all like oral better. But that's not what I was thinking. Sam denies liking to dress as a girl but every time he has any sort of excuse like a costume party or when we went to Mardi Gras in February, he does it. He says he borrows his sister's clothes so he doesn't have to waste money on a costume. So I'm thinking I'll call him in a minute and catch him before he leaves to come up here and I'm betting he jumps at the chance to dress as Samantha. Everyone will be in on it except Candice and Melanie and they're the two that came up with the idea to fool me so I think it's only fair."
Rachel approved since it wouldn't hurt anyone and the younger girls probably did deserve to have their prank backfire. I liked the idea even if I did find it all a bit confusing. The part about another guy being there in girl's clothes appealed to me. Then the phone rang and it was Lisa, Chuck's girlfriend. I nearly dropped my teeth when he told her he was laying in a bed he'd wet and just used to have sex with a boy and a girl and I could tell it didn't bother her at all.
That, I decided on the spot, was the kind of girl that I wanted to marry too. It took me nearly another fifteen years, but I did.
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