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, and the experiences of others he has met.
Brian's Bags
Chapter 2
Normally, when Brian's diaper supply was running low, he'd set his alarm for three in the morning and go to Mega-Mart to get what he needed. For the year and a half that he'd had his own apartment, he'd been wearing and wetting diapers almost every night. On his days off, he'd be diapered as soon as he got home from his classes.
In addition to working 40 hours a week, he was also carrying eleven hours of college work. Solitary pleasures, like soggy diapers, were by far the easiest to fit into his schedule. There weren't too many things you could do at the same time and Brian had discovered that wetting a diaper and studying were two that went together very well. As a result, a package of 20 diapers would last him about two weeks. If he bought two packages, he might make it a month, but the only place he went out in diapers was to the store and for that reason, he didn't mind making an extra trip.
He didn't live that far from Mega-Mart and got a thrill of sorts by walking over there in the middle of the night in a soggy diaper to buy his supplies. And if the diaper he had on was leaking a little as he walked through the store; that was even better. He seldom ran into other customers, just the store employees that restocked the shelves. But it was exciting just the same. Then he'd go back home, jack-off a time or two, and maybe get another hour or more of sleep before he had to be up for his eight o'clock class.
But this night had been different than any that had ever preceded it. It had been different before it had even started, since in this case, it had started a week earlier.
In some respects, it started as usual. He'd put on a diaper and started wetting it as soon as he got home from work. By the time he'd gotten in bed, it was soaked just the way he liked it. But then, because of nervous energy and the anticipation of seeing Ruth again, he hadn't been able to get to sleep. He'd had the alarm set for three and had finally given up on the idea of getting any sleep around two. He'd gotten up after deciding to wait to jack-off until he got back home.
Then as he was about to walk out, he'd remembered her remark the previous week about the pads, and not knowing how big a package those came in, decided he might ought to drive. And if he was going to drive, he didn't want to wear a diaper that was already beginning to leak. So at the last minute, instead of wearing a pissy diaper as planned, he'd changed into a dry one, driven to Mega-Mart, and waited in the car listening to the radio until 3:45.
Now, a few hours later, he was waiting in anxious anticipation again so he could call her at 8:00. "She never said a word about what her husband does or what hours he works or if she even lives with him any more. I was so damn busy telling her all of my life secrets; I never asked the questions that might save my life. What am I supposed to do if he answers the phone when I call? Should I hang up or ask for Ruth? What if she gave me a bogus number and this is all a big game? It's probably a direct line to the police station. Some damn cop, maybe even my dad, is going to answer the phone, 'Pervert Hotline'. For that matter, I don't even know if I wrote it down right. Shit, it's only 7:30.That has got to be the slowest moving clock in the history of time!"
Then, when 8:00 AM finally arrived, it took Brian several more minutes to work up the nerve to dial the number.
"Is your husband home?" weren't the first words out of Brian's mouth, but he definitely got them in on the tail end of his first sentence and it gave Ruth a chuckle.
"I told you not to worry about him. No, he's not here and he wouldn't care if he were. How's the pad working?" she asked. "Nice and wet for Ruthie?"
"Uh, fine," Brian told her, caught off guard. He hadn't expected her to ask anything about his love for wetting himself so quickly. "I've wet a few times and it really helps. Thanks for the idea." Then he began with some of the questions he'd never asked while they were having breakfast. "How come you wear diapers - if you really do?"
"You don't believe me?" she teased.
Brian didn't realize, since he couldn't see her face, that he was being teased and quickly apologized for doubting her word. Then he explained, "It didn't look like you were wearing a diaper a while ago."
"Well I was," she told him. "And I still am. It's getting nice and thick and wet right now because I'm peeing in it while I'm talking to you. Does that turn you on?"
"Uh huh," he almost whispered.
She continued to titillate him. "Is your cock getting nice and hard for Ruthie?"
He nodded and then realized she couldn't see that over the phone. "Yes," he told her.
"Maybe I don't believe you. I think you should show me. Do you still like to wear girlie clothes? You told how much you used to like to do that when you were younger but you didn't say if you still did it."
"Sorta," he answered. He explained that he did have a pair of panties he'd picked up at a party a few months earlier and liked to wear them sometimes when he wasn't diapered.
"Just so you don't feel so nervous, my husband is working out of town for the rest of the week. So why don't you come over and visit with Ruthie and you can run around in just your diapers. And if you want, I'll give you a cute nightie to wear with them - you can be my little sissy for the day - Okay?"
Brian couldn't say no. With finals coming up, he should really be in class. But his mind was blocked with thoughts of Ruth and him in wet diapers and what that might lead to. "Okay," he answered like a robot and wrote down her address.
Then he decided to put a second diaper over the first. He'd lost the piece of plastic he sometimes used to cover the seat when he had to drive and knew his diaper might leak. As an alternative, he'd discovered that poking holes in one diaper and adding a second not only felt better, it looked more obvious that he was wearing a diaper when he went out. With the addition of the second diaper, plus the pad, Brian felt like a baby with all that material swelling between his legs, causing him to almost waddle as he walked.
In a day of surprises, Brian wasn't taken back at all when Ruth answered her door topless, wearing nothing but a diaper and ruffled panty diaper cover - and a big warm smile. But it did take his breath away.
"You like?" she asked, turning around 360 degrees to try to get him to quit staring at her breasts. "If you're a good boy, I'll get you some panties like these to wear over your diapers when we play."
He nodded, since it was hard to speak when you can't breathe. But his mind was working as fast as ever. 'I guess Joanie is right,' Brian thought as he fought the temptation to stare at Ruth's tits; glad that she'd turned to lead him into the den of her house. 'Joanie says that boys get too excited when they see girl's tits and that's why she always keeps her top on. I'm about to cum in my diaper just looking at Ruth. I don't think I've ever been this nervous in my life.'
Ruth led him into a den at the back of the house and pointed at the couch. "Have a seat and I'll be right back. Oh," she added as a second thought as she was walking out of the room, "let me start the tape for you." Then she turned on the TV set and slid a tape into the VCR.
Brian waited anxiously as the standard "The FBI is gonna get ya if ya copy this tape" intro went by and the movie began. He suspected, when there weren't the regular big screen titles and credits, or a lion roaring or a world turning, that this wasn't a customary movie. But it started innocent enough with a couple inviting another couple in for a dinner party. The dinner and dinner conversation quickly progressed to playing board games and sexual innuendos and just as quickly, the two couples were playing some sort of board game version of strip poker.
The two guys were obviously cheating somehow, passing each other signals or something, and the two ladies were quickly naked while the two guys were winking at each other and stroking what appeared to be giant erections through the material of their pants. The next time one of the ladies lost, the guy that had won instructed the other guy's wife, who it appeared had lost, to give him a few minutes of cock-sucking as his reward. That confirmed Brian's rapidly growing suspicion that he was watching a porno tape.
He'd seen a tape like this at a party one of his college friends had hosted, but unfortunately, he hadn't gotten to watch much longer than the first few minutes. Joanie, his date for the party, when she realized the nature of the tape, had demanded that they leave. Gray Collins was noted for having some pretty wild parties and Brian had been amazed that Joanie had agreed to go at all.
Brian was watching the action on TV so intently that Ruth had to move directly in front of him to get his attention. Even then he ignored her and tried to look around her. On the TV, the two women had gotten bored with the board game and were moving into a '69' position, something Brian had only seen in magazines. He all but pushed Ruth out of the way in his effort to not miss a bit of the on screen action, then realized she was trying to give him something.
"Here," she told him. "Take your shorts and shirt off and put this on and we can be twins."
Tearing his eyes away from the TV, Brian quickly took off his shirt and pushed his shorts down over his diaper and off his legs. He took the short pink nightgown she offered him and noticed that Ruth had put one on that was very similar. 'As horny as I am, it's probably a good thing she covered up those tits. Not that you still can't tell they're fantastic with that thin nightie on.' Then, because it had a ruffled, scoop neckline, front and back, and no label, he couldn't figure out which side of the gown was supposed to be the front.
"I can tell you really don't do this a lot," she said laughing and took the gown back from him. "Hold your arms up."
Brian complied and Ruth let the gown slide down his arms, and then told him, "Now stand up."
Again Brian did as he was instructed and the nightie fell into place with the bottom edge covering about half of his thick, wet diaper.
Then Ruth knelt in front of him and held open a pair of matching pink ruffled panties and had him step into them before she pulled them up his legs and worked them over the bulge of his diapers. When the panties were in place, she rubbed the front of his diaper to tease him and almost immediately, she heard Brian grunt, groan, and moan and knew what those sounds meant.
"I didn't realize I turned you on so much," she taunted him as he recovered from his unexpected orgasm. "We'll have to teach you a little more about controlling yourself. If you're going to be my little sissy girlfriend you have to act more like 'Brandy' and less like a horny young boy. But that's all right, there's more for me there I'm sure," she added, patting the front of his diaper again.
Brian didn't want to tell her that it hadn't been just because of her that he'd lost control. Not that she didn't have him incredibly turned on. It had been thoughts of Ruth that had kept him at a feverish degree for a week.
What she didn't realize, and he wasn't going to tell her, was that with her kneeling down, he'd been able to watch the action on the TV and what had set him off was a scene that was his favorite fantasy. One of the guys had begun sucking the cock of the other while the two ladies watched and cheered. That - and her touch - had been all it took to push him over the edge, adding cum to his already soaked diaper.
Yet even with his excitement temporarily under control, he knew she was right about there being more there and sooner than he might have thought. As he continued to watch the blond actor suck the cock of the curly dark haired one, he was certain he'd be ready again very shortly. He could feel his cock, never quite shriveling as it often did, beginning to harden again.
Ruth saw that Brian was mesmerized by the porno tape and sat beside the younger man as she began a running commentary about the on-screen action, making remarks like, "That looks like fun," and "Wouldn't it be neat if we could find someone to do that with us," and "I like the way they all keep their pubic hair trimmed short," and "I'll bet you'd like to suck on that cock wouldn't you?"
Brian, for his part, didn't exactly answer, giving her grunts and nods of the head and not letting her distract him from the hot bisexual action of the videotape.
"Think you could suck one that big?" she asked and when all he did was shrug in response, she told him, "I'll be right back."
In a moment she returned, carrying what looked to be a large, lady's overnight case, sat it on the coffee table and began pulling things out of it. When she pulled out a plastic or rubber dildo, easily twice the size of his cock and bigger than either of the two on the TV screen, she had his attention.
"I don't suppose either of the two you told me about sucking were this big. Let's see what kind of cocksucker you really are." Waving the giant phallus in his face, she teased him. "Think you could get the head of this in your mouth?"
Again he shrugged, not sure exactly what he was supposed to do at this point, but ready to try almost anything. He took the fake plastic dick in his hand and wiggled it and squeezed it, amazed at how lifelike it felt. Then with her urging him to go ahead and try it, he opened his mouth as wide as possible and took in the head and a couple of inches of plastic prick. After holding it there for a moment to prove to her that indeed he could do it, he let it slide out from between his lips and handed it back to her.
"What do you think?" she asked him, looking for his opinion.
"It's okay I guess," he told her. "But the taste . . . it's not as good as a real one."
"Yeah, but it feels like a real one when I have it inside me. That gives me an idea." Deftly she reached into his lap and pulled out the front of the waistband of his diaper. Then she took the dildo, pushed it into his diaper, twirled it around and squeezed it through the wet material. When she was satisfied, she pulled it back out and presented it to Brian again, this time glistening with a mix of his piss and cum. "Bet you like it better now," she told him as she held the head to his lips.
Again Brian opened his mouth to take in the plastic cock and again she was right. Adding the flavor of piss and cum from his diaper gave the fake prick an essence he enjoyed very much.
The smile on his face and the glint in his eye told Ruth as much as a full confession from Brian. But before she invested too much more time on the diapered young man, she had to be sure he could meet her needs too. Grabbing a couple of the toys off the coffee table she told him, "Follow me into the bedroom. You told me you didn't think your girl friend ever had an orgasm when you ate her pussy. I know an excellent way to find out if it's her problem or if you're doing it wrong." She was half way across the room when she realized Brian had stood to follow her, but he was dawdling, dragging his feet so he could see what was about to happen in the scene on TV. "Don't worry about the porno tape sweetie. I've got more - well really they're Ben's - and you're welcome to come by and watch them any time."
When the phone interrupted their lovemaking, one long, hot, sweaty, hour or two later, they'd answered all their questions. Poor Joanie, it appeared, had a problem. Ruth had enjoyed several orgasms because of Brian's sexual skills; several mini-orgasms orally, one that burst her bladder and produced a gush of hot piss in his mouth, another during intercourse, and a 'grand finale' that left them both drained - literally. What he lacked in experience, he more than made up for with enthusiasm. And with experience, which she'd said she'd be more than happy to provide, he could only get better.
He lay in the wet bed reliving every moment while Ruth took care of the phone call.
For Brian, it had been the greatest event of his lifetime and it wasn't over yet. He'd been trying, unsuccessfully to be sure, to have sex with a girl for over five years. So far, the girls he'd dated either dropped him because he was 'too aggressive' or if he behaved like a gentleman, they'd loose interest because they thought he lacked confidence. He'd tried just about everything except tracking down a whorehouse. And since he wasn't too keen on that idea, he'd grown to enjoy his solitary, piss-laden pleasures.
And it had always been too far fetched for him to even imagine a real woman might want to enjoy his kinky perversions with him. Brian loved to wet his diaper until it leaked, and then lay in his bed, soaking the sheets. Sometimes after both the diaper and the sheets were soaked, if he had to pee some more, he'd push his diaper down to expose his prick and piss up in the air, letting the hot amber urine splash all over him. He almost always aimed for his mouth, pretending it was some girl or guy that was pissing on him and making him drink their pee. That he might actually do that someday was beyond his wildest dreams. After all, how could he expect to get a woman to try something that kinky if he couldn't even get them to have regular sex with him.
And then there had been Ruth.
"My diaper is so wet, I'll bet you're gonna love the way my pussy tastes," she'd told him as she'd pulled him down on her bed with him to begin their morning of sexual adventure. His bed at his apartment had a waterproof mattress cover and automatically, he'd checked hers and had been pleased to find she also had a plastic cover on her mattress. Then they'd rolled around on her bed for several minutes, kissing and cuddling and whispering sexy things to each other. Suckling the big nipples on her breasts had been awesome in itself, but when she'd pushed him further down her magnificent body, the real fun had begun.
She'd pulled the tapes loose on her disposable diaper and Brian had discovered her to be just as wet and just as tasty as she'd promised. With Joanie, after a few licks, she'd stop him and tell him, "Okay, that's enough." Ruth never stopped him, instead she was crying for more. A few times she gave him a break and sucked his cock until he was getting too close to cumming again and then let him resume his oral attentions to her neatly trimmed pussy.
And when she did suck him, she had never taken his diaper off like he'd assumed she would. Instead, she'd stretch it over his hips and work it down past the base of his cock and seemed to really enjoy the flavor of his piss soaked peter. "My pissy Popsicle," she'd called it, licking the length of it.
Then when she'd finally demanded - almost forced him to fuck her - she'd been incredibly wild, almost turning intercourse into a rodeo event. When he'd exploded his load of cum inside her, he'd been out of breath and wanted to roll off of her and rest. But she'd kept him on top of her and inside of her and locked in position with her arms and legs as she enjoyed what seemed to him to be tremors of pleasure. He readily gave in and would have stayed inside her for the rest of his life if possible
"Ready for your next surprise?" she'd asked.
At that point, Brian had been ready for anything and had told her so. Relaxing her grip on him, she'd again pushed him down her body and he'd readily dove face first into her erotic folds of flesh, relishing her flavor. He couldn't believe how great his cum tasted mingled with her juices. The cum he'd tasted up to then wasn't nearly as good.
The taste of her fresh fucked pussy, a heady and erotic mixture of their piss, his cum and her own exotic juices, had been the most erotic, alluring and fascinating thing he'd ever imagined. He'd developed an addiction for the combination from the first taste and in trying to get as much of it as he could, had her getting aroused again in no time. He was enjoying it so much he had barely paid attention to the gouge of her fingernails in the back of his head or her cries and moans. Then she'd begun to pee.
When he'd been eating her before they fucked, he'd thought she might have leaked a little pee and instead of bothering him, he'd enjoyed it. He'd assumed, since she'd told him she had to wear diapers and had eventually learned to enjoy it, that she hadn't been peeing on purpose, that it had just been her leaky bladder giving him a little added treat.
But this had been different. Instead of a trickle, there had been a couple of very brief squirts followed by one long, hard, continuous gush that Brian had valiantly tried to swallow. 'As if I had a choice,' he thought smiling to himself. 'She had a death grip on the back of my head and if I hadn't swallowed as fast as I could, I would have drowned!'
By the time she'd finished, Brian, the nightgown she'd put on him, and a good portion of the bed sheets had been soaked with her pee. His piss soaked gown hadn't stopped her from pulling him up to cuddle with her for several minutes as she rested between orgasms.
Then she'd started on him again and he remembered thinking, 'Now she's down there licking my cock clean and waiting for me to pee in her mouth. I don't think I can. For one thing, she's making me hard again. And I've been wetting my diaper every time I felt like I might be able to pee so I don't think there's anything in my bladder. But I'm damn sure not going to stop her.'
Unfortunately, there was an intervention he couldn't have anticipated.
To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com