Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 06:11:27 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: "April's Showers", Chap. 5

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18 or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers,
cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the
author's whims.

April's Showers (Bisexual, Urination, TV)

by Amber Fountaine


Chapter 5


"I can't believe how similar our past was, at least as far as there being
two girls is concerned," Rich told me. "There weren't any parents involved
in my cross-dressing - at least not helping - just my two sisters. I can't
even imagine any of my other relatives, male or female, offering to help in
any way. Not that I'd want to wear any of the things my Mom wore or that I
remember any of my Aunts wearing."

"But you said you liked wearing your sister's clothes," April told him,
giving him a funny look. "Compared to your sister's clothes, what your mom
wore probably looked like old lady clothes to you. I'll bet if someone
offered you those same things today, now that you're older, you'd jump at a
chance to wear them."

"Maybe so," Rich conceded. "My sisters liked to make me be their little
sissy and their clothes worked a lot better for that. But I'll bet my
sisters still wear way cooler things than my Mom. My sisters would love to
wear an outfit like Amanda has on but I can't picture my Mom in that at
all."

They both looked at me standing next to the table as I refilled the juice
for my two big babies. I know my Mom and my Aunt both had clothes like the
sexy lingerie I had on and I had no problem at all picturing my Aunt, Mary
Sue, dressed this way; in fact I'm sure she still did. But even though I
know my Mom had owned things like bustiers and garter belts, like Rich, I
couldn't picture my mom in them either.

"So when did you and Mark finally get around to sucking each other?" Rich
wanted to know. "That's where you were lucky. I didn't have any cousins that
wanted to experiment with sex."

"What makes you think that was so inevitable?" I asked, trying not to laugh.

"Well you already said that you thought it was going to happen sooner or
later and it sounds to me from what you've already told us that he was
probably fooling around with his buddy. So I'm probably gonna fall out of my
chair if you tell me you didn't."

April chuckled and told him, "You don't have to worry about hurting yourself
- or the floor. There's a lot more to his story. He's just now getting to
where Amanda began his, 'see cock - suck cock' lifestyle."

"Remember what I said about little babies that use bad language?" I
mockingly scolded her. "Especially little babies that try to make Aunt
Amanda sound like a slut to our guests."

"Would that be the same guest whose cock Auntie Amanda has already sucked?"
she asked, trying to act innocent. "Beginning with the moment the door was
shut? And probably can't wait to suck again?"

Boy was she right on the money there! Of course I couldn't tell her that.
'Aunt' Amanda had a reputation to protect. "That's enough young lady! I will
not stand for that kind of language in my home." My efforts to act stern
were getting a laugh from both of them. My career as an actor was very
definitely limited to cross-dressing and piss play in amateur videos. And
while we didn't have a camcorder set up, it was time for me to finish this
scene.

Pulling down the front of my panties as I moved next to April, I told her,
"I believe you know how we wash out the mouths of little girls that get
'potty mouth'." Then to Sissy, sort of as an aside, I said, "You can tell
she just hates the way we punish her."

April had her mouth open waiting impatiently like a baby bird in a nest. So
I dangled my worm in front of her face and with little effort, began to pee,
letting it out in spurts to give her time to swallow and then let her have
one shot right between the tits. Her cleavage is way too inviting a target
to pass up when we're doing any sort of piss play. Then Sissy got us both
laughing so hard we had to stop.

He was sitting on his side of the table saying, "Cocksucker, mother fucker,
Aunt Amanda is a cum sucking whore, shit, piss, pussy, cum . . ." He
couldn't keep a straight face either, just repeating a sort of liturgy of
foul words.

"Okay for you Sissy," I said with any pretext of parental guidance long
since gone. "We'll punish you too." Sissy didn't have the cleavage to aim at
that April did, but in between mouthfuls, Sissy got one spurt of hot pee
down the front of his nightie anyway.

With the 'punishment' completed - in other words my bladder was dry - April
urged me to complete my story. "Tell him about Mark and the party now."

Sissy looked at me as he wiped some stray drops of my piss from his cheek.
"You had a party with Mark?" he wanted to know.

"Not exactly. He . . ." I had to pause. I could tell I was about to get
ahead of myself. "Let me just start over where he caught me in his bed in a
nightgown."


* * * * * * *


Mark was even more enthusiastic than his mother had been about the crazy
plan to fool Chuck into thinking I was a girl. And he bought the story that
the reason I was wearing a nightgown and diapers was to practice for the
coming weekend. Of course he wouldn't be Mark if he didn't act a little put
out about something.

"I hope you're not planning on leaving all your fag clothes on my desk - are
you?" he asked.

He really had a way with words. "No, if I'd known you were coming in tonight
I wouldn't have left them there at all. Your Mom suggested I borrow one or
two of your gym bags to put it in when you got home."

"That diaper isn't going to leak all over my bed is it?"

"No, it's barely wet." Then for the girls amusement, I asked him,"Want to
feel?"

"Screw you," he told me, becoming indignant. Then he got around to what was
really bothering him. "How come you get to go to the lake with them and I
don't?"

"Not my decision. You'd have to ask Rachel," I answered. "But for one thing,
you weren't here. And I get the impression that Rachel isn't too happy with
you."

"If some jerk asked me to suck their dick in front of a bunch of people at a
party, I wouldn't be too happy either," Candice commented, letting us know
what had really happened between the two.

It pretty well confirmed my opinion that Mark had all the couth of a
cockroach. And on top of it, I almost laughed to think he'd called her a
prude. He was so damn stupid I was beginning to feel sorry for him.

When Mark made no effort to deny Candice's criticism - which was very
'un-Mark' to begin with - and just sat on the end of the bed, bleary eyed, I
realized he'd been drinking. Not to the point where he was slurring his
words or tripping over his own feet; but he'd definitely had a few beers or
something. "I gotta get to bed," he said to no one in particular.

I doubted, with Melanie and Candice still in the room that he'd get naked
and crawl across me like he'd done before he'd gone to the coast with Marsh.
But I wasn't taking chances. "Go ahead and crawl in," I told him. "I need to
go talk to Candice."

That was a surprise to Candice but she was smart enough to figure I had
something in mind and indicated I should follow her to Melanie's room.
"What's the deal?" she asked as soon as we were out of Mark's hearing.

"What are we gonna do if Mark starts whining to go with us to your Aunt and
Uncle's lake house?" I asked Candice but addressed both girls.

"Did he invite you to go to the coast with him and Marsh?" Candice asked,
knowing full well he hadn't.

"The only reason you got invited was because you're going as a girl to piss
off her cousin," Melanie reminded me. "No way Mark would allow us to dress
him up like that."

I decided that if Mark did try to wheedle an invitation, those were two
pretty damn good reasons to tell him no.

"Don't sweat it," Melanie told me. "First thing in the morning I'll talk to
Mom and that'll take care of that.

"You nervous about sleeping with Mark?" Candice astutely surmised.

"No not really," I lied. "I think he's been drinking and he'll probably be
asleep with his clothes on by the time I get back in there."

"Mmm, I don't know," Melanie teased me. "You look awful hot and he might be
really horny. I don't think I'd sleep on my stomach if I were you."

As if they had to remind me about that! But I could tell they were grinning
and having a good time at my expense. I thought a little turn about would be
fair. "Yeah, you're probably right. If I was anywhere close to being as good
as you two, I'd just go back in there and give him some head and get it over
with. I don't suppose you'd want to show me how you do that again?"

I'd tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't do it and it got me a punch
in the ribs from Candice and Melanie called me, "You shit." Luckily, our
cutting up didn't wake Melanie's Mom And Dad.

When I got back to Mark's room, he was in bed on his side and appeared to
have gotten undressed. And as I'd hoped, he also seemed to be out like a
light. But I got a helluva surprise when I pulled back the covers to get in
next to him.

Mark had gotten undressed, as the pile of clothes by the bed indicated. But
then he'd put on one of the pair of panties that I'd gotten to wear over my
diapers and had left laying on his desk. And not only was he awake, but he
was playing with himself through the material of the panties.

"Got something going with Candice?" he asked as I got in bed, trying to
ignore what he was doing with his hand.

"Just friends," I answered tersely, hoping we wouldn't get a conversation
going at this late hour.

"Bull shit dude. I'll bet you're fucking her."

"Mark, I just met her."

"So what. I'll bet she'd suck your dick. Runs in the family."

I knew what he was alluding to and wondered if something like that really
could run in a family and if so, was it genetic or cultural conditioning. I
was debating about asking him if he'd really tried to get Rachel to suck him
off at a party and decided that wasn't a subject that we should continue to
discuss. Then I felt his hand on the front of my diaper. And he wasn't just
checking to see if my diaper was wet. He was confirming that my dick was
hard.

Earlier that day I'd crossed a line when I not only allowed myself to be
dressed in diapers and lingerie, I'd encouraged it. Now I was quickly
approaching another boundary and I guess I approached it so quick, I found
myself on the other side of it before I knew it. One second I was thinking
from the position of, 'how far should I let Mark go,' and the next my
thoughts were totally on, 'how far can I go before Mark stops me.'

He was to my left and using his right hand to play with my cock through the
material of the panties and diaper. That was the same hand he'd been using
to play with himself when I'd climbed in bed so I tried to feel his cock
with my left hand. But with him almost against me, I couldn't get my arm up
high enough to do that. Without another thought, I rolled into him and used
my right hand to squeeze and stroke his very stiff prick and felt the damp
spot where pre-cum had moistened the front of the panties.

And then I don't think I ever stopped moving. I began doing things that I'd
only heard or read about or seen in the porno tapes my dad had borrowed for
an employee's stag party. As I played with Mark's cock, I sucked and licked
on his nipples, causing him to moan and groan. Most of what he was
whispering was inaudible, but it was still music to my 'wannabe' female
soul. At that moment, I was a woman, he was my man, and I was going to make
him so happy he'd never want another women in his life - ever.

When he put pressure on my shoulders to push me down in the bed, it was
completely unnecessary; I was already committed and headed in that
direction. More than crossing a line, I'd given myself the freedom to
explore a side of my sexuality that I think all men have and are conditioned
to hide as if it's so terribly shameful.

I kissed and nibbled and licked the length of Mark's shaft through the nylon
material and then pushed the panties out of the way to do it again. I
remembered how good it had felt when one of the girls had fondled my balls
through the nylon crotch of my panties and did the same for Mark. I know he
said 'yes' but it came out sounding more like the steam from my mother's
pressure cooker. I think my oral foreplay was teasing myself as much as it
was Mark and in one swift movement, I reached the point I'd been both
dreading and looking forward to. I took Mark's cock in my mouth as far and
as deep as I could before I felt like I would gag, closed my lips tight
around it, and sucked as hard as possible as I let it slide back out. And
then I did it again - and again.

How many times my head bobbed up and down on the length of Mark's cock I
have no idea. I wasn't trying to keep track. I do know that there was never
any pretext that Mark was making me suck him off. I was sucking his cock
willingly, willfully, and with the expectation of receiving his cum being my
only reward. And I'm sure if I'd kept track of the time, it didn't take all
that long for me to be rewarded.

I'd never noticed before when we jacked off together, that as Mark got
closer and closer to cumming, his nuts seemed to get smaller and smaller and
almost disappear. When his cock began to pulse and his cream began to fill
my mouth, I could barely tell he had two balls.

Then I had another decision to make: swallow or not. Mark had used his
fingers to taste both his cum and mine so I knew he wasn't put off by the
taste and might even enjoy it. But I wasn't ready to try something like
Candice had done to me earlier. Maybe sometime later in the summer - I
already knew we'd be doing this again and often - I'd try giving Mark a kiss
with a mouthful of his cum, but for now, I was content to enjoy it all to
myself.

My first ever blowjob - which I'd given that is - must have been exceedingly
successful as Mark seemed to close his eyes and drift off to sleep. He
wasn't any more contented at the moment than I was. My head was on his left
thigh, his softening cock was in my mouth, and his right leg was hooked over
my waist and as I slowly swallowed my gift, I decided I'd never been in a
better position in my life.

And the evening wasn't over yet. I was still in the same position with his
cock in my mouth when he roused a short time later.

"I gotta get up and pee," he told me.

Just like Mark to never think to say 'thank you for the wonderful blowjob'
but since that's what I expected of him, I wasn't surprised. As we moved to
untangle ourselves, I got another idea that had been in my mind since the
first day I'd put on one of Mindy's diapers. "Pee in my diaper," I told him.

That was just a kinky enough idea that it appealed to Mark immediately. We
couldn't do it lying in bed, so we tried kneeling, but Mark couldn't seem to
get his piss flow started. So then I tried sitting on the edge of the bed,
holding my nightie out of the way and the front of my diaper open, while he
stood in front of me and pissed into the opening I'd created. That worked
and worked so well that before he was finished, I knew my diaper was about
to leak. I wished I'd added one of those pads like the girls had told me to
do.

Before I'd gone to bed, the girls had also joked about putting the plastic
cover on the mattress, since I was certain to wet the bed. I hadn't wanted
to because it would have meant taking the time to take it back off again
before we left in the morning so that Mark wouldn't find I used it. Now,
because I didn't want to take a chance on the bed or the rug getting wet,
there was only one place for the rest of his piss to go. Again without a
second thought, I took his wilted cock in my mouth and urged him to finish
peeing that way.

With his cock back in my mouth, I looked up at Mark and saw the look of
surprise change to a big smile of pleasure. As he filled my mouth with his
pee and I began to swallow in hopes of keeping ahead, he told me, "Marsh
would never do that." It pretty much confirmed that he and his buddy Marsh
had been swapping blowjobs just like the girls had intimated.

"You like the taste of my pee?" he asked when he'd finished.

I'd been swallowing too fast to think about the taste but took a moment to
savor what remained in my mouth and told him, "Yeah, it's cool."

He pushed me back in the bed and lay down with me, returning his hand to the
front of my diaper, much like we'd started several minutes earlier. Only
this time, after rubbing me through the diaper for a minute or so, he slid
his hand inside to hold my stiff, wet cock. Then he told me, "Let's see how
your pee tastes."

I was going to tell him that I didn't need to pee yet and that most of the
pee in the diaper was his, but before I could get the words out, he'd pushed
the diaper down and was sucking my dick. It didn't seem like the right time
to argue a moot point. Whether it was the excitement of the moment, or his
greater experience at sucking cock, I'm not sure. But it didn't take him
nearly as long to suck me off as it had taken me to do him.  And I thought
he'd cum pretty quick.

When I woke up the next morning, my first thought was that it had all been a
dream and that I was still dreaming. But his arms around me were very real.
He had me trapped between him and the wall, facing the wall, and other than
the fact that it was daylight; I had no idea of the time. When I turned to
try to see over him at the clock on his desk, my hand 'accidentally' landed
on his erection. There was enough light in the room that I couldn't miss.

I heard him mumble, "Mmm, yes," as I began to play with his cock and that
was all the approval I needed to help myself to another serving of 'Mark
meat'. 'What a way to start the day,' I thought as I feasted on Mark's
manhood, going much slower, but more ardently than I had earlier. I could
tell from his shrinking testicles that he was close to cumming again, when I
heard what sounded like a muffled giggle.

Glancing diagonally across the room, I saw the bedroom door was open about a
foot or so and Candice, Melanie, and Rachel, smiling like crazy, were
watching me intently as I sucked on Mark's cock. The way their heads were
stacked in the doorway, it looked like three teenage girls playing the rolls
of Larry, Curly and Moe. There wasn't any sense in stopping at that point -
I'd very obviously been caught sucking cock - so fighting back laughter, I
gave the best performance I could imagine.

Melanie had been calling my name softly in an effort to wake me without
waking Mark, they explained later in the car on the way to the lake. Then,
when I partially woke and immediately went down on Mark, Melanie had called
the other two to watch. After Mark had filled my mouth with cum, I'd winked
at them with some of his cream dripping from the corner of my mouth and
they'd silently shut the door and waited a few minutes to knock. Acting as
if they'd just got up, they'd pretended they were totally unaware of our
cock-sucking activities and never said a thing about it until I was alone
with them in the car. Then they teased the shit out of me.

"Didn't take him long to turn you out," Rachel started.

I wasn't familiar with the term and had to have it explained to me. It had
never occurred to me before that car ride that girls talked as much about
sex and in more detail than boys. Mandy had a lot to learn.

"If you like Mark's cock, you'll love Chunk's," Candice told me.

"Does Mark know you're two-timing him?" Melanie teased.

"Better not tell Chuck that you're Mark's girl," Rachel joined in. "I think
he could be the jealous type."

"I can see the headlines now," Melanie quipped. "Girly-Boy Killed in Gay
Love Triangle."

There were several things I could have said and questions I could have
asked. Like how the girls were so sure of Chuck's cock size. And I'd never
had a chance to talk to Mark about his wearing a pair of my panties to bed.
That certainly fit with Melanie's remark about Mark getting into her
lingerie drawer and I really wanted more details on that. But for most of
the ride I kept my mouth shut and let them have their fun.

More than the padded bra and panties, more than the hairdo and makeup, more
than the cute shorts set I'd gotten from Mary Sue, it was the tummy full of
Mark's cum that made me feel like I was now really 'one of the girls'.


* * * * * * *


The 'good part' never failed to have an affect on me and April pointed it
out to Sissy. "She is SUCH a cum-slut! Every time she tells this story she
gets that look on her face. I sure hope you're ready to feed her again."

"That is an awesome story," Sissy told me. "I was a little older when my
sisters got me to dress up as Sissy all the time. But I didn't have my first
experience with another guy until after I'd left home."

"Were you dressed as Sissy?" I asked.

Sissy shook his head. "Nope, not the first time. When I said it happened
after I left home, I meant right after. I was driving to the West coast and
had stopped for gas and to use the restroom and walked in on two guys
playing with each other's pricks. It was probably less than an hour after
I'd pulled out of my driveway at home."

"What happened?" April asked.

"I couldn't stop staring at their cocks and they motioned me to come to them
and I did and when one of them told me to 'suck it', I never hesitated."

"Amanda would understand that," April told him.

She'd seen me lock eyes with a cock-head and never waver or so much as blink
until it was in my mouth. I guess for those of us that really like cock,
those one-eyed snakes are truly mesmerizing. "How many more stops did you
make heading west?" I asked Sissy.

"I was on IH 20 and stopped here in Dallas the second night." Then after a
pause he added, "And spent two nights."

April and I both laughed at that and waited for him to continue.

"I stopped at a cheap motel on the east side of town and when I checked in
the desk clerk told me that if I brought a guy back to my room from the
club, I'd have to pay extra. Two thousand miles of highway, at least two
hundred motels, and I make my first stop at a motel that's next door to a
gay bar. Go figure."

"I'm confused. You said the second night, but it was your first stop.
Where'd you spend the first night?" I asked.

Sissy laughed. "One of the guys at the place I stopped for gas was a trucker
and I followed him to where he was going and spent the night with him in his
sleeper. Kinda funny I guess. Here I was in this big rush to get away from
the small Georgia town where I'd spent all my life and when I finally hit
the road, I didn't get more than a hundred miles the first day. I'd gone
further than that on school bus trips."

"Maybe you didn't get far in distance, but it sounds to me like you went
pretty far in other ways," April teased.

I'd put a frozen pizza in the oven, the nachos having long since
disappeared, and was getting it out to cut it as I thought about what April
had said. I was from Atlanta, a big Georgia town but had felt the same way,
moving completely from a suburb on one side of town to another across town.
And April was from a small Georgia town and had told me she couldn't wait to
get out of school and find a job in Atlanta.

Suddenly it hit me like a two-by-four between the eyes. All the wheels on
the mental slot machine lined up at once. I turned to look at the two of
them seated at the table . . . and suddenly I was sure. April saw the look
on my face and knew I'd finally figured it out. It was about time; I'd been
given enough clues.

"He's Dickey," I said to her softly, hardly believing it yet.

She was already grinning from ear to ear but somehow that smile, like
Sissy's got even bigger.

********

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