'Amber Fountaine' stories are intended for both male and female enjoyment and contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity. They are not deemed suitable (by governmental authority) for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include straight, gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play, 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.
Sunday
In spite of drinking more champagne than Rick had ever had in his life, Sunday morning was nowhere near a repeat of Saturday. Except for a few things. It felt like the bed was wet again, and he was wearing a diaper and nightgown. But this time, Marcie was really Marcie, and when he reached to cup a tit in his hand, there were two to choose from. He got the usual purr of contentment from her as he snuggled in behind her.
He debated getting up. His mind was as rested, alert and active as ever, but his body yearned for more rest and that brought a smile to his face. Never in his life had Rick been a physically active person. His few attempts at things requiring any sort of athletic skill had usually ended in comical defeat. Then he grinned at his own joke as he thought, "But 'da feet' worked good last night!"
Not like the time when his college roomie had talked him into going skiing in Colorado over the Christmas break. He never could keep both feet pointed in the same direction and had never made it off the beginners slope. He finally gave that up when complete strangers began videotaping his efforts in hopes of coming up with winning footage to send in to a TV show. He'd tried water skiing with equal success. The parents of Sam, one of his high school blow-buddies, had a place at the lake and a ski boat and Rick had been assured it was as easy as riding a bicycle. He didn't recall bike riding as being all that easy and water skiing was a damn sight more difficult. He'd swallowed half the lake before he convinced his friends he was much better use to them either driving the boat or sitting up front watching for other boats and skiers on the lake.
And his prior efforts at dancing had also been less than successful. He remembered one girl in high school that had told him that some people take a while to get the hang of it and it would come to him some day. "Yeah," he thought with another grin. "Like about ten years later!"
Then he thought about all those efforts realistically. Last night, when Marcie had drug him out on the dance floor the first time, he'd been like the proverbial clown with two left feet. And the second time hadn't been a whole lot better. But he'd kept trying at her urging. The champagne had helped to loosen up his usually stiff attitude, as well as his equally stiff body. And because he did keep trying, this morning it felt like he had a sore body, because at some point he had gotten the 'hang of it' and had begun to enjoy himself very much. So much so that for the last half of 'The Ball' he'd seldom sat down. He couldn't help but wonder if any of those other comical attempts of his past would have turned out better had he just loosened up and had a little more perseverance. He had Marcie to thank for pushing him to try until he succeeded. In fact, he had Marcie to thank for a lot of things and hugged her closer.
"You couldn't possibly be horny again already," she murmured - but wasn't complaining. His initial shyness about morning sex had disappeared months ago and she assumed that's what he had in mind.
"Mmm, just thinking about how much I love you," he whispered back. Then he wiggled his diapered crotch against her diapered butt and realized he really did have an erection hidden down inside that soggy wad between his legs. Then it occurred to him that the bed really shouldn't be wet. He remembered waking up once about daybreak when a storm had passed through, almost getting out of bed to go pee, and then realizing that wasn't necessary, before cutting loose in his diaper. But that hadn't been enough to make it leak. And he doubted he'd wet in his sleep. That meant Marcie must have wet hers so much that hers had leaked. For some reason that thought did make him horny and he snuggled as close as possible, enjoying the wetness of his diaper pressed against her ass and the two layers of nylon - his nightgown and hers - that slide sensuously between them as he rubbed his chest against her back.
Marcie knew what he was thinking and rolled over to face him. "Unless you want to waste it on a quickie," she whispered, nose to nose, "you better hold that thought until after we get back. We're supposed to be next door in about 30 minutes."
Rick wondered for a moment how she knew what time it was. He could see the clock radio on the table next to Marcie's side of the bed and it was blinking 12:00. He remembered that it had been a storm passing through that had woke him earlier when he'd wet his diaper and that the lights were still out when he went back to sleep. Then he realized that his back was to the bedroom door and she was looking past him into the living room area and could see the battery powered clock on the wall. It was so like her to have thought of those things.
He remembered the approaching storm being mentioned at the table last night and talk of how the power often went out and that the cost of backup generators for the Community Hall and L building had set the golf course construction back a year. That had led into a discussion of the 'good old days' of Hidden Pines when the power went out for days instead of minutes or hours and other anecdotes of Hidden Pines history.
He also recalled that Don and Diane, and Dave and Kristi, and the other couple at their table, Pete and Frieda, all a generation older than he and Marcie, had all referred to Marcie as 'our little girl'. Rick had been wondering just how long and how often Marcie had been coming to Hidden Pines and from bits and pieces of their conversations at the table, as well as comments from Diane, Kristi, and Frieda on the dance floor, Rick had finally come to the conclusion that all of the older people at the table had been a founding member of Hidden Pines, as had Marcie's parents. He'd gotten the impression from their comments about the good old days, that they'd all been members of a commune someplace and that they'd gotten together to start the Hidden Pines nudist resort as a sort of commune in the nude with guest privileges.
Rick was glad they had. And even gladder that Marcie's folks had been involved and had raised her like they had. Marcie had promised that Rick would get to meet them soon and he intended to thank them when he did. He loved Marcie - loved everything about the way she walked and talked and thought and acted - and he loved the effect she'd had on him. His analytical brain pictured a graph beginning with the day he met her as the start of a time line and the changes she'd brought about in him as a slow, but ever increasing slope that had taken an almost vertical rise this last weekend. He nearly laughed aloud as he thought about the shy nerd that had found flimsy excuses to hang around her office, compared with the guy that had sucked and fucked her friends while running around naked at a nudist resort for the last two days. He couldn't imagine what his reaction would have been if Marcie had taken him to Hidden Pines when they'd first met. Now here he was, less than a year after that fateful day when she'd walked in his new office and introduced herself, laying in a wet bed, pissing in a wet diaper without hardly thinking about it, and wondering what new sexual adventure she had in store for him for the day. He didn't have to wonder long.
She took his chin in her fingertips and turned his face to hers. "Earth to Spaceman Rick. Does 30 minutes mean something else on your planet?"
He smiled and kissed her. Then he told her, "Nope. Just thinking about what a lucky guy I am to have you."
"Damn right you are!" she said, then gave him a kiss too. "But if we don't get stirring pretty damn quick, Don will be chewing our soggy asses for being late."
"Are we taking a shower together?" Rick wanted to know, his lascivious motivation written all over his face.
But even as he asked, and before Marcie could answer, they heard a knocking on the door between the units and Marcie jumped up first to answer it. As soon as she was out of bed, Rick looked and the bed wasn't near as wet as he'd thought. She was wearing the gown that he'd worn the night before and he had on the one that 'Wanda' had worn. He could see a slight discoloration in the area of his gown that was damp, but although Marcie's had to be wetter, you couldn't tell by looking. He decided to follow Marcie, just in case it was Don doing the knocking, and he had to laugh at himself when he realized he was hoping to catch another look at Don's cock. He thought again of a book he'd had as a child that had an illustration of a boy with a plum stuck on his thumb and how much Don's cock had immediately reminded him of that long ago, nearly forgotten illustration.
Instead, it turned out to be Diane, offering them coffee if they hadn't started yet. It was Diane's subtle way of making sure they were up and about. Both Rick and Marcie readily agreed to the invitation. Then Marcie motioned for Rick to follow her and together, they went into the cabin next door. Rick noted that Diane didn't seem at all surprised to see Marcie in diapers and of course he knew that just about everyone had seen him that way, so he hadn't expected any reaction from her because of the way he was dressed. He'd also had on a nightie when he'd spoken to Don and Diane the morning before, so that was nothing new to them either. What did surprise him was when they got to the kitchen of the other unit and found Don already at work on their breakfast. Don had on a diaper that was as thick or thicker than Rick's and obviously, it was wetter. It was all Don was wearing and the discoloration in front was evident.
Rick knew that Don was the one that was supposed to be responsible for the serving staff being required to wear diapers and Rick could understand where Don might feel the need to wear one while preparing a meal for others. But it was apparent to him that Don had put that diaper on well before breakfast, probably the night before, and had been wearing it and wetting it for some time. And he was also obviously pleased to see that Rick was attired as he had been the previous morning.
"Well, I see that we do have something else in common," Don said with a smile as he stopped chopping up vegetables long enough to motion toward Rick's diaper. "Once you get started wearing these things, you don't want to quit."
Rick had mixed emotions about it all and wasn't sure what to say. For one reason or another, he'd come to a nudist camp and then spent half his time in diapers - wet diapers. And the more time he spent in them, the more he liked it. Better yet, he seemed to be among people that enjoyed it too and that meant Rick was free to enjoy this new delight. But while he was happy to see Don in diapers and note that they were very wet, he couldn't help but be saddened that he didn't have access to that big purple plum.
Marcie grinned at them both and asked Don, "So when do I collect my bet? You said noon Saturday and it's almost noon on Sunday."
Don looked up again and smiled at them both. He looked back and forth from Marcie to Rick, then told her. "I believe this might be the first time I've ever been happy to lose a bet."
Rick stood quietly, knowing he must have something to do with the bet, but not knowing how or why he was involved.
Don sensed that and came to his rescue. "She bet me you were a keeper and I bet you wouldn't last a day. The last two guys she brought out here never made it through the weekend. When she told us the guy she was seeing was a book-buster with a PhD, I just knew you'd beat feet within a day. She didn't tell us you were engaged until after we made the bet and she swears she didn't know you'd be into any of this stuff." Again he paused and used the back of his hand to indicate Rick's diaper, then continued. "Until Fabian got to playing with your cock and talking about diapers with you Friday night and you jumped in eagerly. She told us you couldn't wait to get in a diaper and piss in it."
Rick grinned back at him and laughingly told him, "She'd telling the truth. I'm sure what she told you has to be true, 'cause I didn't know I was still into any of this either. I can't remember that it was ever any part of a fantasy I had. And I know I had never said anything to Marcie about things I did in my teens and earlier. Before Friday night I hadn't worn a diaper in over twenty years or a nightgown in close to fifteen. I was as surprised as anyone, to sit at a table with four guys, find out that three of us liked to do that, and then actually do it again. She's right about that. When I had the chance, I jumped at it."
"But you must have said something or done something to let her know you were bi - even if she didn't tell us."
Rick, surprised he wasn't blushing, looked at Don. He was sure that the way he was always licking his cum out of Marcie whenever they fucked had to have been a give-away, but he told Don, "Not that I know of. Like I told Diane last night, she sure seems to know me better than I know myself."
"That's our girl. I remember the time her mom . ."
"Hey!" Marcie interjected. "Didn't we have enough of this 'I remember the time' stuff at 'The Ball' last night? I know I did."
Diane had been off to one side, fixing two cups of coffee. "Me too," she told them. "I think it's amazing that a man who can barely remember birthdays and anniversaries can remember the silliest things from years back like they happened an hour ago."
Marcie looked at her and nodded, then told her, "Maybe because he's trying to forget he owes me a hundred bucks."
Don laughed and told her, "Just like a woman to always be thinking about money. I should have known when you doubled the bet that I was being set up. You don't bluff. Can I send you a check?" Then he raised his arms and glanced down at his soggy diaper and got a laugh when he added, "I don't have my wallet with me at the moment."
"A check is fine," Marcie grinned and told him, then tried to enhance the deal. "Unless of course you'd like to go double or nothing on the engagement."
"Oh hell no!" Don told her. "I'm not going to throw away another hundred bucks. If you're willing to bet on it, this boy's goose is caught, cooked, and served."
Yet again, Rick couldn't help but think of the changes Marcie had brought about in him. Six months ago he'd have been embarrassed just to be in the same room where someone was referring to him - and that would be fully dressed. Now he was standing there in diapers and a nightgown, while they talked about his personal life, and instead of embarrassed, he felt . . . proud. Yet again he understood that there may have been some question in people's minds, including Marcie's, as to whether or not the engagement would culminate in a wedding, and he was prouder still to realize that now Marcie was willing to bet that it would. He knew that he'd sealed the deal for himself by responding as he had to the events of the last two days and used his free hand to pull Marcie against him, almost spilling her coffee. He wanted to make some verbal response to Don's remark to let them know he was enormously happy to be, 'caught, cooked, and served,' but he still wasn't used to this type of banter and hugging Marcie was the best he could do. She realized that, and after swapping the coffee cup to her other hand, reached up to affectionately stroke the back of Rick's neck.
Then she looked at Don and asked, "Isn't there some kind of old saying that goes, 'What's good for the goose is good for the gander'?"
"Yes there is," Diane told her. "And I for one think you two are good for each other." Then she raised her coffee cup as if making a toast.
The others raised their cups too and then Don asked Marcie, feigning a hurt look on his face, "How come you always look at me when you're talking about 'old'?" He nodded towards Diane and said, "Ask her how old she thought I was when we got home last night."
"Oh he was definitely acting like a young bull," Diane told them. "But if he doesn't loose a few pounds pretty damn soon, he's not getting on top again! Some of our cattle don't weigh as much as he does."
"I see he was acting young enough you had to diaper him," Marcie teased.
Rick could see where this conversation was quickly headed toward sexual banter and he still wasn't completely comfortable with that, especially with folks that were old enough to be his parents. Maybe after a few drinks, but not over morning coffee. And not on a Sunday morning when he knew his mom and dad would be in church. Rick had had a near puritanical upbringing and there was only so much Marcie could change in less than a year.
So changing the subject, he asked Diane, "You have a cattle ranch?" He had no problem picturing Don in boots and hat and sitting on a horse like a cowboy. And he had to smile when he pictured Don like that, in ONLY boots and hat.
Marcie answered for her. "She's talking about the cattle here. Most of the food we serve here is raised or grown here. Remember right after we turned off the highway, that I pointed out some cattle and said they looked healthy? Well that's part of the property that goes with this place and some of those cattle will be sold and some will end up in the kitchen meat locker. And that big plowed area on the other side of the road is where we grow some of the veggies. What the deer don't eat, we do."
"A lot of what we do sell," Diane added proudly, "We sell to members to put in their freezer at home."
"Speaking of deer," Don said, talking to Rick. "Do you hunt? We have a few deer blinds and the members draw to use them. The rule here is that half the meat stays here and half they can take home."
"I've never hunted," Rick admitted. In fact, he'd never so much as held a BB gun in his hands. He had nothing against hunting, just had come from a family that never hunted. So he changed the subject to something more important to him. "But I would like to be a member. I really like this place."
"Most people do," Don said proudly. "and don't worry about a membership."
Marcie cocked her head, put one hand on her hip, and finished for him, "It comes with the package."
"Mighty nice package," Rick said without thinking. He was getting the hang of this type of conversation too.
"Most of the agricultural stuff is up front," Don told him. "I need to go check on some things later. If you want to throw some clothes on and come with me, you're welcome. We normally dress any time we go up front now. Years back we had a gate at the highway and you could stand naked at the gate and not see a car go by all day. But since they opened the national forest to camping, it's changed things."
Rick was about to accept when Marcie interrupted. "I think Fabian has some things he wants to show Rick this afternoon."
Once again it seemed Marcie had his social life planned for him and Rick wasn't complaining. He could just imagine what Fabian wanted to show him, and apparently everyone else could too, because they were all giving him a sly, knowing smile. If anyone had any doubts, they disappeared when Marcie told Rick, "Remember you said it was okay for 'Fawn' to teach you how to be a cabin boy?"
Rick almost blushed when he asked her, "I thought he was supposed to teach Wade too?"
"He is," Marcie told him. "You didn't give me time to finish." She waited a moment then told him, "Miss Rhonda and Miss Wanda are both supposed to get trained together this afternoon, and y'all are supposed to do both of these cabins. Don's a messy cook - but his food is great - and guess what? You little sissies get to clean it all up!"
Don added with a wink at Rick, "In that case, I think I'll wait 'til later to get my diaper changed too."
Don might have expanded on that and Rick might have asked if he hadn't, but at that moment the doorbell rang and Don told them, "I guess I better get back to work. Sounds like the rest of the group is getting here."
Diane went to the door and Rick turned to Marcie. "Should we change or get dressed or undressed or what?"
Don answered for her as he went back to dicing some onions, "House rules here are, 'There ain't no rules' so do whatever you want. I think you look fine like that."
"You would," Marcie told him, then added, "You diapered old fool."
"See what I mean?" Don smiled and said to Rick. Then he looked at Marcie. "There you go with that 'old' shit again. Just because you tricked me into betting against a sure thing doesn't make me a fool."
Marcie was about to make a retort, but was beat to it. "Who's a fool?" Pete asked as he led Frieda into the room.
"Our little girl is making fun of the old man again," Don told him. "The little shit beat me out of a hundred bucks on a rigged bet and now she's gloating about it." While his words might have sounded like he was complaining, the way they came out between his chuckling made them sound a lot less convincing.
"Dumb ass," Pete told him. "You haven't won a bet with her since she was stupid enough to bet on Joe Montana because she thought he looked cute. She was what - maybe fifteen then?"
"I don't think she was that old and believe it or not, I have won a few since then," Don muttered. "Damn few."
Like the night before at 'The Ball', Rick could see how Marcie must have been the darling child of the whole camp while she was growing up and why she got along so well with an older group. And though he tried not to stare, he couldn't help put think once again that Frieda's low slung, pointed tits reminded him of a ski jump. He loved her German accent too. They further connected because like him, she wasn't one of the founders of the commune that became Hidden Pines - although she'd married one.
Pete had been one of the original commune members and had been drafted just before the draft had been eliminated. He'd met Frieda while stationed in Germany and had flown back to Germany to propose to her a few years later. By then the commune was in its last years as a commune and most of the original members had gone. Since most of the commune members walked around naked all the time, it had been Frieda, on her first visit, that had made the suggestion of turning it into a nudist colony and charging guests for admission. They'd all laughed at her idea to begin with, but after Pete and Frieda had gone home so that Pete could enter the family dry cleaning business, the now older and more responsible commune members began to see the financial opportunity in Frieda's suggestion. Hidden Pines had grown from there.
Over the next couple of hours, there were over a dozen people that came by Don and Doris's cabin to have brunch. Some sat and ate at the table or the counter or off of trays in the living room, but a few, like Rick, stayed in the kitchen to talk to Don. Rick could easily see how or why Don had been the original cook for Hidden Pines. He wasn't using anything unusual, just the standard menu items for a brunch type meal, but he had the skill to serve it on plastic plates and still make it look and taste like a fine restaurant had prepared it.
During the course of their conversations, Rick was able to learn that the area of Hidden Pines toward the road, where the cattle and fields were, was mostly a mesa and referred to as 'up front' and had been the original commune property. There was a farmhouse up there somewhere that was now lived in by the one paid ranch hand and his wife. His wife had been the woman at the desk when Rick and Marcie had check in. The eight-hundred acre area that was a combination of thick pines and open meadows had been added about a dozen years back and the place had been growing in size ever since. "Hidden Pines, as a business, leases the entire property from the owners for the amount of taxes on the property plus one dollar," Don told him. "And then the members pay five-hundred a year dues and lease cabins or rent rooms from Hidden Pines. All the profit goes back into improvements which generate more revenue. So no one is getting rich, but the living is easy and it's a great way to live."
Rick had to agree with that, and told Don how much he looked forward to spending his time away from work with Marcie and her friends at Hidden Pines. And almost before he knew it, Marcie was reminding him that some of those friends would be knocking on their door in a very few minutes. It was time for 'Rhonda' to go to work!
Don teased him. "You mean you're not going to stay and change my diaper for me?"
"He'll be back," Marcie told Don. "As 'Rhonda' and he'll be glad to change your diaper and do anything else you want." Then she turned to Rick and said, more than asked, "Isn't that right Miss Rhonda. I've seen the way you've drooling over Don's dick ever since we got here. You're just dying to get that cock in your mouth aren't you. I've been surprised every time I've walked back in the kitchen to not find you two rolling around on the floor."
Rick could only smile and nod at her, and Don, and then followed her to their cabin.
Almost as soon as the connecting door was closed behind them, Rick asked her point blank, "It really doesn't bother you to see me have sex with a guy?" While he was sure of the answer, considering the last two days, he still wanted to hear it put in words one more time.
"Sweetie," she began, as she led him toward the bedroom, "I think by now you've figured out that I was raised around here. I was born in that farmhouse up by the highway. There were several of us kids born here. Dave and Kristi's boy, Dave Jr., is a now a Major in the Air Force, went to the Air Force Academy, and has an engineering degree. Not as fancy as your degree, but not bad for a kid that was home schooled through the eighth grade. Fabian was born in his parents cabin and was a couple years behind me in school all the way through college. Now he has his own cabin and lives here year around. And while our parents never flaunted sex in front of us kids, they made no effort to hide it either. I was just as likely to walk in on my mom eating pussy or my dad sucking cock as I was to find them in bed fucking each other. I'd had sex with boys and girls before I started public school and discovered that most of the public school kids had never tried sex at all, much less with someone of their own sex. They were fascinated by sex - it was all they ever talked about - but talk about it was all they did.
"So no, not only doesn't it bother me, it makes me hot! I love seeing you with a cock in your mouth, especially when we shared one. And just so you know, if you haven't figured it out already, if you hadn't turned out like you have, I'd have lost that bet and you'd have gone home without me and with my engagement ring would be back in your pocket. Is that plain enough?"
That was EXACTLY what Rick had wanted to hear. He was sure he still had things to learn, and becoming a 'cabin boy' or 'French Maid' as Fabian had suggested, was just one of them. But he was more than willing, and somehow, while it didn't seem mathematically possible, he was falling more in love with Marcie by the minute. He might have given her a more physical demonstration of that love if they hadn't once again been interrupted by someone at the door. 'Sometimes,' he thought to himself, 'the punctuality around here is a pain in the ass.'
Fabian had collected Wade on the way and Gail had come along too, explaining that she wanted to watch, since 'Wanda' would be helping out around the house a lot more in the future and that Paul had already requested that Wanda show up at their house early the following weekend to perform her chores before the men went off to play golf. She also told them that, "Paul says that if Wanda does a good job, he might let Wanda wear a dress to the golf course and play off the women's tees."
Wade told them he didn't think 'Wanda' was quite ready for a trip to the golf course, but wasn't ruling it out for the future and was looking forward to wearing the maid's dress that Gail had promised to find him.
"So where do you want to start?" Marcie asked Fabian.
"Well, I guess I need to become 'Fawn' first and I can show them how to put on makeup while I'm doing that. I suppose Rhonda can wear what she has on, and Wanda put some things in my case that she can wear."
For the first time they noticed that Fabian had brought a lady's overnight case with him.
"Sounds okay except for one thing," Marcie told them. "My diaper is very wet and whoever cleans me up is going to get their makeup ruined."
They all smiled as they could easily envision how that could happen. Fabian thought for a minute and asked Rick, "I suppose you're wet too?"
"Very."
Looking back at Marcie, Fabian told her, "Okay, we'll have Rhonda clean and change you and Wanda can clean and change Rhonda and I'll diaper Miss Wanda, if that's what she wants. Might be a good idea. Sissy clitties are too easy to get at in panties - we'll never get any work done if we don't hide them in diapers."
Everyone seemed to be nodding, acknowledging that to be true, until Rick reminded them, "We don't have any more diapers."
"Not a problem," Marcie said as she went to and through the connecting door to the unit next door without bothering to knock. In less than a minute she was back with a brand new bag of super thick adult diapers, much better than the ones they used at the community hall, confirming Rick's suspicion that Don loved wearing diapers and it wasn't just a part time thing with him. "He said it's our wedding present," she said to Rick. "He must be getting generous in his old age."
Fabian took the package, held it up in admiration, and told them, "It really is a nice present. You can't buy these at the store."
When they got to the bedroom, and Fabian noticed that the sheets were stained and still slightly damp, he teased them about already having fun that morning. Marcie explained that the dampness was from earlier that morning, but that most of the stains were from two nights before, when the two sissies had played together in the bed after he'd left Friday evening, and again when Rhonda and Wanda had woken up wet the next morning. "I shouldn't have to explain that to you," Marcie teased Fabian, "As often as I've seen you wet the bed."
"How about you just get your wet ass on the bed before I have to tell your fiancé‚ about the time you wet your sleeping bag so bad your dad . ."
"Me!" Marcie interrupted. She had just crawled onto the bed and flopped over to face Fabian. "You and Gary spent the night together in that bag and pissed all over each other. Then you conned me into getting in the bag and wetting it some more and I got caught."
Rick and Wade were laughing at the two. "How old were you?" Rick asked Marcie.
"Mmm, I think that was either the Thanksgiving weekend or Christmas weekend before I had my first period. They were just starting to build these newer cabins and when a lot of the adults were out and wanted to party together, us kids got to camp out."
"So what did your dad do?" Rick asked.
"Paul had found some surplus Army sleeping bags and had bought like a boxcar full of them. He rented them out to campers during the winter months. It gets pretty damn cold at night, especially up front, but down here in the valley area the trees cut down on any wind and when the suns shining, everyone can still walk around nude. Anyway, instead of drying out the bag and having Paul clean it, my dad put the bag in a plastic bag and I had to sleep in it every night. It never did dry out."
"That's because you kept pissin' in it every night," Fabian told them and it must have been true, because Marcie didn't deny it, just smiled and assumed the position to have her diaper changed.
Rick knew that position well. He'd never seen Marcie in a diaper before this weekend, but almost every time they made love, at some point, usually just before they fucked, Rick would approach Marcie's prone body by crawling up between her raised and parted knees. Out of habit, Rick buried his face in Marcie's crotch, this time covered with a squishy, wet diaper.
Gail had been standing quietly to one side and commented to Rick, "You might have better luck if you took her diaper off first. That's the way I'd do it."
They all glanced at Gail and could tell from her flushed look and stiff nipples that she'd gladly take over for Rick if he'd get out of the way. And while they would all like to watch the women make love again, that would have to wait for later. If they let the women get started, the men would either join in, or be all over each other, or both - and they all knew it.
"Just take this one off," Marcie instructed. "I'll think about wearing a diaper later."
"Yes ma'am," Rick answered with a grin, as he began pulling on the diaper tabs. Quickly he had both diapers undone and pulled the wet pair of diapers out from under her butt. He was trying to ignore her pretty pussy, glistening with pee, and not wanting to take a chance on someone telling him he couldn't, he dove back in face first.
Again it was Gail that made the first comment. "Give him a minute, and if he doesn't stop on his own, each of you grab a leg and pull him out."
Rick could tell from Marcie's reactions that he was getting her hot and if he didn't stop on his own - and soon - that she wouldn't want him to stop. So before his minute was up, he backed off and helped Marcie to her feet, pausing to kiss her passionately before taking her place on the bed. This time it was Wade's turn to help Rick and he began instantly almost jerking the diapers off of Rick. Then as Rick had done to Marcie, Wade began licking Rick's crotch, cleaning up the droplets of pee that were in his pubic hair and all around his nut sack. When he took Rick's cock in his mouth, Wade felt hands grab his ankles.
Before they could begin pulling, Wade let the stiffening meat slide out from between his lips and looked back over his shoulders at them. "Don't I at least get a minute?"
"Nope," Gail told him. She took the damp face cloth that Marcie handed her and passed it on to Wade. "Use this, and clean his WHOLE crotch - not just the part you love the most."
Wade followed orders, deviating only once to kiss Rick's cock head, and he did that so quickly that his team of instructors didn't have time to say a word. Then Fabian handed him one of the thick diapers, telling him that he only needed to use one. When that was in place, Wade helped Rick to his feet and took a turn on the mattress, letting Fabian diaper him.
With both of the 'sissy-maids-in-training' diapered, Fabian opened the overnight case and handed Wade a large pair of panties, a bra, and a lady's slip, all of which Wanda put on with well practiced ease.
Marcie took off the nightie she'd been wearing and handed it to Rhonda. "Put this on for now and rinse out the one you were wearing. You can wear it when it's dry and then rinse out this one. We'll go shopping for more lingerie for you when we get back to town. I like the way Wanda's diaper looks with panties on over it. We'll get you some to wear over diapers and without diapers. Like that idea?"
Rhonda blushed and nodded, whispering softly, "Yes ma'am."
With Wanda's lingerie gone from the top of the overnight case, Fabian put the things he intended to wear on the corner of the bed and then took the case to the bathroom so he could use the large mirror that was behind the sink. He told Rhonda and Wanda to watch what he did, and then follow each step. Marcie and Gail, with their arms around each other, stood behind the sissies to watch too.
As Fabian transformed himself into Fawn, demonstrating that you always start with a clean shave, even if you'd just shaved 30 minutes earlier, Marcie softly told Gail, "He used to get in the girl's stuff when he was a kid. We gave him the name 'Fawn'. I thought he'd quit when he got to high school and didn't know how much he was into it until college. I was as surprised as anyone to find out he was performing in drag shows."
"I did quit in high school - until my senior year," Fawn told them as he began to make up his face. "That's when I got into the drama department and the old urges started coming back. And you-know-who," he added, pointing at Marcie's image in the mirror, "suggested I take theater as a minor in college. So I don't know why she should be surprised."
Rhonda and Wanda were so intent on watching Fawn that they didn't notice Marcie and Gail step back into the tub. But Wanda recognized the hissing sound first and spun around, letting out a gasp when he saw his wife on her knees, lapping at the flow of Marcie's piss. That got Rhonda's attention and he turned to watch too.
Exasperated, Fawn complained, "How am I supposed to teach these two anything when you ladies keep interrupting my class?"
"I'm almost through," Marcie told him with a sarcastic grin as her flow fell off to a trickle.
"You could use us for that," Fawn reminded her.
Gail turned toward their audience, grinned as she licked her lips, and told them, "We will."
With the show over, at least for the moment, Fawn had each of the two sissies repeat what he had done, shaving and applying foundation. He repeated the procedure as he completed each step, finishing with a quick coat of lipstick. By the time they were done with their first lesson in makeup, all three were sexually excited, as evidenced by the bulge in the diapers of Rhonda and Wanda and Fawn's erection. So as he grabbed his lingerie off the bed and began to put it on, and asked Marcie where she wanted them to start, she gave him a pleasant surprise.
"Well, one thing I expect Rhonda to learn how to do, is help me when I bring home a man. So before you step into those panties, why don't we have her help me take care of this." As she'd been speaking, she stepped closer to Fawn and had wrapped her fingers around Fawn's prick. She felt it twitch in her grasp and knew Fawn was more than glad to follow her suggestion.
So was Rhonda. If you counted Saturday morning as a separate day from the events of Friday night, this would make three days in a row that Marcie had encouraged him to suck cock while she watched or joined in. He decided once again, as she sat Fawn on the edge of the bed and then positioned them between Fawn's spread legs, that if this was what being married to Marcie was going to be like, he'd be willing to take their wedding vows immediately. 'Well maybe not immediately,' he thought with smug satisfaction. 'I got to taste his cock Friday night, but I didn't get to taste his cum.'
Yet even as they passed Fawn's prick between them, taking turns sucking it like they'd done with Wanda Friday night and again briefly Saturday morning, Rhonda's thoughts yo-yoed between sucking cock and their wedding day. When it was his turn, he spent all his thought and energy on pleasuring the prick between his lips, but when he passed it to Marcie so she could take her turn, his mind immediately switched to thoughts of how much he loved her and the undecided questions of where and when they'd wed.
Several times that morning, while having brunch with Don and Diane and their friends, someone had asked him or Marcie those same questions. He was leaving that up to Marcie and that had been his standard answer, passing the buck to her. Her standard answer, "We haven't decided yet," hadn't given him a clue as to what she had in mind. A few had suggested having their wedding at Hidden Pines and Rick had gotten the impression that happened two or three times a year. He had to assume there was a minister or judge that didn't mind performing weddings at a nudist colony and then had to wonder if the minister or judge got naked too.
His nuptial thoughts were interrupted when Marcie pulled off of Fawn's cock and shoved it at Rhonda. The first gush of jism hit Rhonda's cheek, but his mouth was already half-open and he quickly got the spurting head between his lips so that he was able to catch all the rest. A rush of pleasure, almost like a mini-climax, went through Rhonda's mind and body as the cock in his mouth released all that tangy-sweet man cream in diminishing jets. When Fawn's spent cock slipped free, it was instantly replaced by Marcie's tongue, as she shared the flavor of Wanda's semen with her sissy fiancé‚.
Fawn was up off the bed and had on his panties, bra, and short, frilly, housedress before Rhonda and Marcie broke their kiss and got up off their knees. Wanda and Gail had been standing quietly to one side watching it all. When the show was over, Gail asked Wanda, "Think you can learn to share a cock and suck it that good?"
With as serious a face as Wanda could muster, he told her, "Gee, I don't know. It would take a lot of practice."
"You shit!" she responded, laughing as hard as the rest and poking him in the side with her elbow. "Let's see you and Rhonda get this place cleaned up and THEN we'll talk about finding you a prick to practice on."
"I like to start in the bathroom," Fawn said, jumping into the conversation to get them back on track. "If you start in the bathroom and work your way out through the bedroom and living room and then finish in the kitchen, it leaves the kitchen free to work out of until last."
Marcie and Gail nodded and agreed that was what they did too and while they would have liked to help supervise, there was no way five people could get in the bathroom at once and get any cleaning done. They'd have to let Fawn do all the supervising for now and he did that from the doorway. So the real ladies moved to the living room and continued their conversation from two nights before. Gail had started at Mid State in the fall of the same year that Marcie had graduated and they were still coming up with names of mutual friends and acquaintances.
It was several minutes later when Rhonda's head popped up in the bedroom doorway and asked about clean sheets and mattress pad and what to use on the area rugs.
"There's a laundry room near the pool, on the back side of the snack-bar, with two washers and two dryers. If they're not busy, you can wash them there. You can get change out of a machine at the snack-bar. I have extra sheets in the closet, but I don't have an extra mattress cover, The way you've been wetting the bed, I suppose I should get one."
There was near panic on Rhonda's face that seemed to delight the ladies. He looked at Marcie and said, "I can't go to the laundry room like this - can I?"
The ladies looked at each other, smiled and shrugged, and stringing him along, Marcie answered, "Why not?" When Rhonda didn't answer; just stood in the doorway with his mouth open, Marcie reminded him, "You walked all over the place yesterday in a diaper and frilly apron. What's so different about wearing a diaper and nightie?"
Rhonda realized that there probably wasn't all that much difference, but still it seemed like a lot to him. Yesterday he'd had an excuse, although a flimsy one that Marcie had made up, and Marcie had walked around with him. And yesterday they'd never had to walk through the pool area, always walking around it. Today he was sure the pools were packed with people and besides, he hadn't been wearing makeup when they'd been delivering food. While he hadn't done his eyes to the extent that Fawn had, his lipstick was just as bright and he was sure the fact that he was wearing makeup would be visible from a distance. If he had to walk through the crowd at the pool - mostly a younger crowd that he was sure would say something - he'd be laughed out of Hidden Pines forever.
Before Rhonda could completely panic or break into tears, Marcie came to his rescue. "Alright you big sissy. We'll do the laundry - on one condition. Sometime in the next thirty days you have to wash clothes at a Laundromat, here or at home, dressed as Rhonda."
Rhonda thought again about his Aunt Beth, the woman that had sparked his interest in diapers in his youth, and her never ending collection of old sayings; in particular the one about 'jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire.' He had a sinking feeling that agreeing to Marcie's deal might be getting him out of a small dilemma and into a bigger one. At the moment, he didn't see that he had a choice and agreed. Marcie told him to pack the mattress pad and all the sheets and towels in the pillowcases and that she and Gail would go do the washing.
Then she got another inspiration. "Y'all are supposed to be doing the cabin next-door too. Knock on the door and tell Diane you need to strip their bed and pick up any towels that need to be washed."
Before Rhonda had interrupted them, the girls had finished talking about Mid-State and Blosse Hall and were discussing the guys and their attitudes and abilities in the cleaning department, and how Wade was a big help to Gail around the house, but that Rick was a total loss. "I thought he was a neat freak the first time I went to his apartment," Marcie had told her. "His apartment was that neat and clean. But I found out he can't wash his own clothes. He has a woman come in and clean his place and do his laundry for him. And he drops his clothes - even his socks and underwear - off at the cleaners." So while Rhonda was next-door, gathering more laundry, Marcie explained that her volunteering them to do laundry was out of sympathy for the bed sheets, which may or may not survive an attempt by Rhonda to wash them.
Don and Diane were still entertaining the last of their brunch guests and Rhonda tried not to blush as he endured their snickers and remarks as he collected the other couple's dirty laundry. Rhonda had left the connecting door open, so some of the remarks about his attire were heard next-door. Soon he was back and there was a large pile on the floor in the living room in front of the girls. That's when Wanda made a huge mistake by teasing Rhonda about being embarrassed when he'd gone next-door. He should have known that when Gail led with a compliment, there'd be a hook in it someplace.
"Don't be so smug Miss Wanda," Gail told him. "You are very good at helping me clean house and you could probably teach Fawn a trick or two. But it's not very lady-like to tease your friends. So since you don't need any lessons in cleaning, but could definitely learn to be more respectful, I think you should help us carry that pile of clothes to the wash room."
Wanda knew his wife and knew from the tone of her voice, more than by her choice of words, that he'd really stepped in it and that she was serious. She wasn't mad yet, but she would be if he argued and that was pointless, since she always won. So with the outcome predetermined anyway, he told her, "Yes ma'am," and began gathering the dirty laundry into a manageable load. He wound up with a large pile tied together in a bed-sheet while the ladies each carried a much smaller bundle in a pillowcase. All the while he kept reminding himself that no one at Hidden Pines knew him. The lone exception Paul and Arlene and they'd think it was funny and would hear all about his maid training anyway.
As soon as they were gone, Fawn instructed Rhonda to make up the bed later, when Wanda and the ladies got back, and to finish sweeping and dusting in the bedroom, showing him how when his technique needed improvement. The whole time he worked, cleaning the cabin, Rhonda's thoughts were divided between sex and Marcie - and of course, sex with and without Marcie. Dressed as he was, and with Fawn near by and dressed as he was, thoughts of sex were kept constantly in the forefront. But at the same time, there were the hundred and one questions that kept popping up in his mind as he worked and wondered about Marcie and what all she might not have told him yet. The cabin itself was a prime example.
When they'd checked in Friday afternoon, Marcie had done all the talking and completed whatever paperwork was involved and it had seemed to Rick that it wasn't much different than checking in at a hotel or resort anywhere else. He'd assumed at the time, that they'd been given cabin 6B as a random choice. But it had quickly become obvious to him that Marcie visited Hidden Pines quit often and as he cleaned, he confirmed his growing suspicion that this was her permanent cabin. The food in the pantry wasn't left by previous guests as he'd first assumed. Instead, it had been stocked by Marcie and that's why she already knew what was in there and in the refrigerator. That suspicion had been further confirmed by finding her toiletries in the bathroom and some of her clothes in the closet and dresser. That led him to conclude that she probably leased the back of Don and Diane's cabin from them - or from Hidden Pines - on a year around basis.
Remembering that Fawn, or Fabian, was supposed to have his own cabin, Rhonda asked, "You have a cabin here too, don't you."
Misunderstanding the purpose of the question, Fawn told him, "Yes, but you don't have to clean it too." Then he added with a lecherous grin, "But Miss Rhonda is welcome to visit any time."
Rhonda thanked him for the offer, adding, "I suspect that may well be in Marcie's plans for the future. What I was wondering is . . . obviously Marcie keeps this place year around. But I didn't know about it until just this weekend . . . . do you lease these cabins or own them or what? I mean, I don't care . . . whatever the deal is I want her to keep it. I've really enjoyed this weekend and the people I've met here."
"And the things you did with the people you met here?" Fawn teased, rubbing the front of his panties suggestively.
Rhonda knew there was no use denying they were two of a kind. "Especially the things I did with some of the people here," he told Fawn in a way that Fawn was sure to understand that he was the 'some of the people' that Rhonda was talking about. Then they quickly went back to work before they gave in to the temptation they both experienced whenever there was a nearby and available cock.
As they worked, Fawn explained that he'd inherited his cabin, one of the oldest on the property, from his dad when he'd been killed in a construction accident and his mom had remarried to a man that couldn't accept the Hidden Pines lifestyle. "My dad, and some of his crew, and some of the men here, built what is now the entry hall and most of the original cabins," he said proudly. "And I built the rest."
Rhonda tried to picture Fawn, dressed as he was, with a hardhat and tool belt and nearly burst out laughing. But somehow he held it in and asked, "By yourself?"
Fawn assumed that was what Rhonda was trying so hard not to laugh about and told him, "No, I didn't mean single-handedly. My mom inherited the construction company and didn't want anything to do with it. I'd just started my junior year and couldn't afford to stay in school without my dad's help anyway, so she turned it over to me. Marcie made it sound like I was doing drag shows full time, but it was only once a month. The rest of my free time I worked with my dad and had been since I was old enough to hold a hammer.
"Anyway, to answer what I think you were asking originally, Hidden Pines is run by a board of sorts and the members are sort of like a co-op. Some of the original members have died or dropped out, and the ones that had cabins mostly passed them on. There were two of the original cabins that were not much more than shanties and they were torn down and replaced with cabins that are leased. Even some of the rooms in the L building are leased year around. We built three new cabins this summer and will add three more next year. My crew - not me by myself - can completely finish a cabin from scratch in a month. The hard part is getting in the utilities and septic system. There's six foot of topsoil in the meadows and about six inches up here where the buildings are. Below that is rock and the rocks keep getting bigger the deeper you dig. We have to dynamite to put in a septic tank. There's a waiting list to get a cabin, so we stay busy."
Along with everything else he'd learned, that would explain why Marcie had put so much significance on his acceptance of Hidden Pines and the lifestyle of the people here. He could understand where she'd be more inclined to give up on him than on giving up her cabin lease.
By the time Wanda and the ladies returned with the clean sheets, Rhonda was nearly through in the kitchen and that didn't take long, as they'd hardly used it. So as soon as the bed was remade and they all got to hear about Wanda being flirted with in the laundry room by a man with obvious interests in sissies that wore diapers, Marcie suggested, "Shall we begin next door?"
Rhonda knew, more than anyone of the rest of them, what that would mean. At least he thought he did. He'd been fascinated with Don's cock since the day they arrived and Don had picked up on it and let him know it was his for the asking. Earlier Don had told them he'd leave his soggy diaper on until the sissies had a chance to change it for him and while Rhonda had been collecting dirty laundry, Don had reminded him again that he had a piss soaked cock waiting for Rhonda. If Rhonda hadn't learned a single other thing this weekend, he'd learned that pussy was good and cock was good and piss soaked pussy and cock were the best!
And if Rhonda had any doubt about what Don had in mind, they went away when the first words out of Don's mouth were, "It's about time. I thought this damn diaper was going to fall off of me before you got chance to change it. I was just about to come over there."
It sounded to Marcie, Fawn, Wanda and Gail, that Rhonda had a previous commitment to change Don's diaper, so Marcie pointed at Don's bedroom door and told Rhonda, "Get to it!"
In response, Rhonda looked at Marcie and asked, "Don't you want to help?" He was sure, after the way they'd shared Fawn's cock earlier and the short conversation about sharing cocks that had preceded it, that Marcie would want to join him.
Instead, she told him, "Not this time," but led the group that followed to watch. There was one woman still visiting after brunch that followed to watch as well, and she made some remark about being surprised that Marcie and Fawn weren't diapered. Rhonda didn't catch it all, but did make a mental note to find out more about Marcie and Fawn's diapered experiences.
Since the bed hadn't been remade, someone . . Don? . . . Diane? . . . had thought to throw a beach towel on the bed in preparation for Don's diaper change. With obvious practice, Don assumed the changing position in the middle of the towel and when Rhonda stood to one side to begin removing Don's diaper, Marcie poked him in the shoulder to get his attention and then shook her head. So Rhonda climbed on the foot of the bed, up between Don's raised thighs, and resumed his task. It was clear to him what everyone expected and as soon as the front of Don's very soggy diaper was free and between Don's legs, Rhonda went to work, licking and sucking just as he'd done to Wanda the previous morning and to Marcie, earlier that day.
Yet again that weekend, he confirmed some earlier thoughts. Licking Don's piss soaked crotch was fantastic, and when he took Don's big purple cockhead in his mouth, Don's cock seemed to spring straight out of his crotch, just as Rhonda had imagined it would. When he was sure Don was completely hard, he backed off to admire Don's stiff prick and it stood straight up. Looking at it from the side, the head didn't look to be abnormally larger than the shaft. But looking up from between Don's legs, or down, as Don would see it himself, it reminded Rhonda of the water tower in the business park at work. The head seemed to be twice as wide as the long, slender shaft of Don's cock.
As Rhonda went back to work, lavishing that beautiful cock with all the oral pleasure he could muster, relishing the flavor of Don's pre-cum, simultaneously sucking and licking the soft, sensitive, underside, Don moaned his appreciation and before long, announced that he was, 'getting close'. That was Rhonda's cue to increase the suction and the speed of his bobbing head. He'd been fondling Don's ball sack with his free hand and almost immediately, he felt Don's nuts draw up, the sack shrivel, and Don groan that he was cumming. That was old news to Rhonda by a millisecond. He'd already felt the head of Don's cock swell and begin to twitch in his mouth.
Rhonda held Don's cock softly between his lips long after the last spurt and looked from the corner of his eye to see if Marcie wanted to share it. When she saw his inquisitive glance in her direction, she knew what he was thinking and told Wanda, "Why don't you two sissies share it."
Rhonda understood that to mean that he wasn't to swallow Don's gift, but to hold it for Wanda. It felt strange to Rhonda to be kissing another man and that almost made him laugh. He didn't feel at all strange sucking a guy's cock, swallowing his cum and piss too, but swapping spit and cum with a man made him uncomfortable. However, he was sure it was something he'd get used to.
Yet the biggest surprise of the day - and probably the whole weekend - came from the lady in the back of the room that Rhonda hadn't met yet.
Rhonda and Wanda had divied up the cum and had swallowed it and Rhonda had gone after another small stream that had leaked out and was running down the underside of Don's cock. When Don asked, "Wanna wash that down with some pee?" Rhonda merely nodded and put the head of Don's cock back in his mouth and waited. It was just as Don's pee turned from a trickle to a flow that Rhonda heard the woman in the back of the room remark, "She sure picked the right guy to be your son-in-law."
Rhonda had swallowed almost all of Don's piss before it occurred to him that the woman had to be talking to Diane, and that she had to be talking about him. And if he was about to become Diane's son-in-law, then the cock in his mouth belonged to the man that was about to become his father-in-law. And the only way all that could come about was if Don and Diane were Marcie's parents.
It had been so apparent and yet he'd missed it. The identical asses on Diane and Marcie. Diane's comment on the dance floor at 'The Ball' about knowing Marcie since the day she was born. Marcie's part of the cabin being an obvious addition to the part where Don and Diane lived. Marcie's remarks about him meeting her folks sooner than he expected. He remembered Friday night when they'd been playing the board games and Fabian had started to make some remark about Marcie's folks and Marcie had shut him up. Fabian had said enough that Rick should have caught on then, but he hadn't because he'd been so nervous about taking his turn at 'Facts & Fantasies'. Earlier today, Don had started to say something about her mom and Marcie had shut him up. She must have known her dad was trying to give it away so he could win the bet.
He knew he had to be blushing as he raised his head to look at Don and then Marcie.
Don and Marcie both grinned back at him. "I knew you'd figure it all out sooner or later," Marcie said. "A little sooner would have saved me a hundred bucks."
When Rhonda looked up at Don again, Don told him, "I win one every once in a while, although in this case, we broke even. We had another hundred riding on you figuring it out without anyone saying anything and it took Mary giving it away. But I think Mary is right. Marcie picked the perfect guy. We're gonna LOVE having you in this family."
Rhonda smiled and gave his future father-in-law's cockhead another kiss. He was going to love his new in-laws more than anyone.
That concludes this chapter. Adding a chapter for Monday is possible if you'd like for me to continue. As always, comments are appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com