Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2006 07:27:27 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aprils Showers, Chap. 11

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual
sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of
18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and
bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other
fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters
in these stories are fictional, but are based on the author's true
experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met.

My apologies for not finishing this series earlier. If you haven't read the
previous chapters, please do so before beginning this one.


                              Chapter 11
				(Bisexual, Urination, TV)
				   by Amber Fountaine


	If my mouth hadn't been full of Sam's pretty clitty, I would have hollered,
"Oh shit!" Somehow Mark had shown up and someone must have told him that
we'd gone down to the lake. We could hear him on the dock, probably looking
in the boat for us. That was the kind of intelligence I had come to expect
from Mark.

	Chuck's ski-boat was barely big enough, height-wise, to hide a full-grown
Chihuahua. If you stood up in the boat, your knee would be higher than the
side of the boat. So that's the first place good old, bright-as-a-board Mark
decides to look, expecting to find two grown teens. Actually, the boathouse
was the only place on the entire lake-end of the property that two people
could escape being seen in the daylight and I knew that even Mark could
figure that out sooner or later. So reluctantly, I left Sam short of the
satisfaction I'd nearly provided him - and me too, I have to admit - and
while Sam straightened his dress, I opened the door and went out to see what
Mark had on his mind.

	"Over here dip-shit," I told Mark as I appeared from behind the boathouse
and laughed when I scared him enough to where he nearly fell off the dock
and into the water.

	"Where the fuck were you?" he asked, pissed because I'd scared him and he
thought I was hiding from him. He was about to say something else sarcastic
when his face changed and in a softer, kinder voice said, "Oh - Hi."

	I knew that meant that Sam must have stepped out behind me. "Mark," I told
him, "This is my friend Samantha - but we call her 'Sam'."

It's not often you can make Mark speechless and I was enjoying every second
of it. There was no doubt from the look on his face that he believed Sam to
be a very pretty young lady. And even an oaf like Mark could figure out that
if we were in the boathouse when the boat was obviously tied to the dock, we
had to be doing something that we didn't want anyone to see.

	"Oh - Hi," Mark repeated, sounding about as intelligent as I expected.

	"You must be the sexy man she was telling me about," Sam said in a very
seductive voice.

	I was nearly pissin' my diaper again! I knew Sam had to be fishing in the
dark, but there was absolutely nothing 'she' could have said that would have
left Mark more bewildered. He was trying to beam with pleasure at being
called a man yet at the same time, he had no idea how much I might have told
Sam about the fun we'd had in bed before I'd left his house. He loved the
idea that I might have referred to him as 'sexy', but was afraid I might
have mentioned our having sex. In truth, I hadn't said a word and while
Chuck had taken Sam aside right after Sam arrived, their private
conversation had lasted less than a minute - not nearly long enough for
Chuck to have given Sam any of the information that Chuck knew about Mark
and me.

	So Mark was standing there, dumbfounded by it all and not knowing to say
yes or no and looking to me for some sign. It was my turn to have some fun
at Mark's expense. "I didn't tell you the best part," I said to Sam, but was
watching Mark's face out of the corner of my eye. "He's hung like a horse."

	"How nice," Sam commented softly, never breaking eye contact with Mark.
Then she looked him up and down and asked, "Will you share him with me?"

	I was sure Mark had shown up with the hope of getting laid. But never in
his wildest fantasies had he expected things to move this quick. I was
eating it up. I could just imagine how his ego was crying for him to protest
that it wasn't my place to decide if he got 'shared' and at the same time,
those two little brain cells that were way in the back of his head, and used
only on rare occasions, were telling him to keep his mouth shut or he was
going to screw things up.

	Sam and I were both staring at Mark, as we continued to converse with each
other. "Oh, I suppose," I said. "But what about Johnny?"

	"You're right, thanks for reminding me. If Johnny finds out this guy is
hung like you say, you and I won't have a chance. He and Chuck might keep
him for themselves. I think we ought to find out what kind of man he is
right now."

	I was loving it! "Markie, honey," I began. "Do you think you'd like to let
us show you the boathouse?" I thought he'd scream when I called him 'Markie'
but he must have bit his lip, so I went on. "Sam and I were just in there
and commenting on it being a nice place to get away from the crowd."

	Mark was still speechless, so I stepped toward him, took his hand, and
effortlessly led him to the boathouse door. Once inside, I led him into a
corner and stopped, giving Sam time to shut the door and join us. We backed
Mark into the corner and with one of us on each side, began to run our hands
up and down his body. When Sam commented, "Mmm, small for a horse but very,
very nice," I knew he'd gotten his hands around Mark's cock and Mark wasn't
protesting a bit. So I used my hands to undo Mark's shorts, then worked the
shorts and his underwear down to his knees, dropping to mine in the process.

	"Don't start without me," Sam said, breaking the kiss he was giving Mark.
Then Sam quickly joined me to give Mark the same kind of two-on-one oral
attention that Melanie and Candice had given me a couple of nights earlier.
And in my opinion, I think Sam and I did a better job. Maybe because of the
practice I'd had that morning when Rachel and I had worked on Chuck's cock
together. Sam and I took turns mouthing Mark's cock, occasionally working
the sides as a team.

	"He's close," Sam whispered to me, between licks.

	"You take it. I've tasted him before and you'll love it." I looked up at
Mark as I said it and Mark was beaming proudly. There was a lot of summer
left and it wouldn't hurt to make a few points with Mark. And there was no
better way to do that than by stroking Marks's ego.


                                  * * * * * * *

	"So Mark didn't tell his sister and Candice that Samantha was really a
Sam?" Sissy asked.

	"Mark didn't find out until later," I told him.

	When he had a puzzled look on his face, I explained, "While we were doing
Mark, Sam and I were sort of facing each other on our knees. I slid one of
my hands under the skirt of Sam's sundress thinking he'd want me to finish
what we'd had interrupted and I was going to use my hand to get him hard
again for when we finished with Mark. But he stopped me. I realized then
that Sam didn't want Mark to know yet."

	"But Mark was the one that gave away your plan to Chuck so he should have
known that you didn't have anyone fooled."

	"He knew Chuck wasn't fooled. But as soon as Mark and Nora had shown up and
introduced themselves, Chuck was quick to give Mark a wink and tell him that
the 'other girl you're looking for is down at the lake.' So Mark assumed
that Chuck had decided to play along with the joke and that none of the
girls were aware that Chuck was wise to the original plan."

	"Yeah, you're right. I should have been taking notes. But I think I'm with
you so far." Then Sissy looked at his sister and asked, "How many times did
he have to tell you this story before you had it all down?"

	April smiled and told him, "I understood it all the first time."

	Sissy looked at me and grinned. "Having a naturally devious mind must be a
big help."

	Agreeing probably wasn't the smartest thing I could do, but I had to.
April's devious mind was just one of the things I loved about her. I still
didn't know how long she'd known about her brother's visit or how long she'd
intended to keep me thinking Rich was a stranger we'd picked up at the pool.
So I nodded and told him, "She does enjoy her pranks."

	"Don't worry about my pranks," April teased. "Worry about finishing this
story before dark. I'm about ready for bed - if you catch my drift."


                                  * * * * * * *


	With Mark's immediate needs satisfied and Sam willing to wait, the three of
us walked back up to the house to see what the rest of the gang was up to.
On the way, Mark seemed to notice how I was dressed.

	"You look cute today Mandy," he told me. "And I guess you've been a real
piss pants. I see they've got you in diapers again." Then he noticed the
front of my blouse and shorts were still wet with Sam's piss and asked, "How
did you get all wet?"

	I didn't think I could tell him that Sam had pissed on me without giving
away Sam's true gender. I figured a woman couldn't have wet the front of my
blouse like Sam had done. So I reverted to sarcasm. "Look behind you Markie.
That big shiny thing with the ripples is a lake." I was beginning to
understand how to talk to Mark. I suppose if Sam hadn't been there, he'd
have had some sort of comeback. But he didn't want to seem any dumber for
having overlooked the obvious - like a lake full of water - and kept his
mouth shut.

	Rachel didn't. As soon as we were in the house she noticed my wet blouse.
"What happened to you?" she asked, handing me a can of beer. "Spill a
drink?"

	Deciding to have some fun and push my luck, I told her, "No. Mark pissed on
me."

	Mark was opening his can of beer and turned, looking at me like he couldn't
believe I'd really said that.

	Rachel could tell I was having fun even if Mark couldn't. She decided to
join in the teasing. "Mark, how many times do I have to explain to you that
girls don't like to be pissed on unless they ask?"

	We had him going so I pressed on, acting upset. "He tried to get me to suck
his dick just like he always does and I wouldn't do it - so he pissed on
me."

	Rachel put her hands on her hips and shaking her head, told him, "Mark,
Mark, Mark. You've just GOT to learn some manners. One of these days you'll
wave that thing at the wrong young lady."

	I was enjoying seeing Mark in the situation I'd created and every time he
looked in my direction, he had daggers in his eyes. Sam had gone to stand
between Chuck and Johnny and they both had an arm around 'Samantha'. While
Mark may have wanted to say something about what had really happened down at
the boathouse or reveal my true identity, he was quiet. He didn't want to
piss Chuck off by giving me away - if for some reason Chuck wanted the girls
to think I still had him fooled. For the moment, Chuck, Sam, and Johnny were
watching with a look of amusement on their faces and Mark wisely wanted it
to stay that way. He wasn't about to risk getting his ass kicked by the two
bigger, older boys. Although if he'd thought about it, he was probably the
biggest and strongest boy there.

	Rachel seemed to be enjoying Mark's discomfort even more than I was. This
situation seemed to be perfect payback for whatever scene he'd created that
had caused them to quit dating and she was making the most of it. Melanie
and Candice were also amused by it all. Only Nora, who I hadn't met yet,
seemed to be concerned for Mark.

	Apparently Mark had told her at least a portion of what was going on as far
as the original joke was concerned. But when it came to sex, Nora seemed to
be as ignorant as I had been before arriving at the DeSpain household. Nora
hadn't a clue about the recreational side of sex. And as I was to find out
later in the summer, she had heard of gay sex, but didn't think any sort of
a 'normal' acting or appearing person would do anything like that. She was
still of the opinion that all gay men pranced around like fairies. So when
she spoke in Mark's defense, it made perfect sense to her. "Mark knows that
Mandy isn't really a girl," she told us.

	In Nora's opinion, that completely exonerated Mark from trying to get his
cock sucked by someone he knew to really be a guy. As far as she was
concerned, Mark would never turn to another guy for something like that. She
couldn't understand in the slightest why all the rest of us, for one reason
or another, found that so funny and started laughing. So when she added, in
a huff, "I'm serious!" We laughed harder.

	Then, really upset at being laughed at and not understanding at all why
Mark wasn't trying to defend himself from my wild accusations, she told us,
"Y'all are vulgar. I'm going to wait in the car." If she'd added a hand on
her hip or stuck her nose in the air as she trounced off, we'd have probably
fallen on the floor. But I noticed, mad or not, she took her beer with her.

	"Who was that?" I asked Mark.

	"Nora. She's a cousin too," Melanie explained for the silent Mark. Then she
turned to Mark. "Why'd you bring her? What if we'd all been naked or
something?"

	"She's not as big a prude as you think Mel," Mark began to explain.

	But before he could go on, his sister changed the subject, asking, "Who
invited you two anyway?"

	"I did," I told her, jumping in quickly before Mark or Chuck answered and
it gave away our whole charade. Down at the boathouse I'd wondered about the
reason for Mark showing up. Chuck had said they'd talked, but hadn't
mentioned inviting Mark. But if he had, and the girls realized Chuck and
Mark had talked, they'd be pretty sure Mark would have given away our game.
Of course, knowing Mark, there was always a good chance that he'd just
decided to invite himself all on his own. And if that was the case, then
Mark and Melanie could wind up in a hassle any minute.

	So as much as I hated being in the middle, I spontaneously took the blame.
"I thought there were too many girls and not enough guys," I said, making up
the first excuse I could think of. Then I acted jealous. "But I didn't know
he was going to bring another girl with him."

	Rachel definitely had the quickest mind in the bunch and caught on to what
and why I was covering for Mark's intrusion. "Aw, Mandy has a thing for
Mark."

	"And she doesn't want to share Mark's thing," Candice quipped, joining in
the teasing.

	"Oh yeah she does," Sam said softly and maybe unintentionally.

	That remark raised some eyebrows and before anyone could start asking
questions, I suggested to Chuck, "Why don't you give Mark and Nora a ride in
your boat?"

	Chuck was watching me, trying to figure out why I'd jumped in the middle,
had taken the heat for inviting Mark, and now was changing the subject. But
all he said to me was, "I just got the grill going. Why don't you take them
for a quick run to the dam and back and I should be done fixing lunch by the
time you get back."

	"Can I go?" Candice asked.

	"Fine by me," Chuck told her, then turned to me. "But no more than six.
There's extra floatation gear in the boathouse. Everyone has to be wearing a
ski vest or something."

	"I'll stay here and help Chuck," Melanie volunteered, giving some of us
another smile as we saw through that. Melanie wasn't giving up on landing
Chuck.

	Coaxing Nora out of the car was a snap when she was told we were going for
a ride in a jet boat. That I was put in charge of the excursion filled me
with teen-age pride and I could tell it made Mark a bit jealous. Then
Samantha and Rachel decided they wanted to go too and we were off.

	We weren't gone long, but it was long enough for me to use my very recently
acquired sexual awareness to notice some of the mutual attractions in the
small group. To begin with, Candice had insisted on sitting up front with me
and almost immediately had turned in her seat to put her feet in my lap.
That was fine with me. I was captivated by Rachel, but saw Candice as the
one I was most likely to have the most fun with over the course of the
summer. As she played with the front of my padded crotch with her toes, she
gave me added hope when she told me, "Wish I'd worn a diaper. Bouncing in
this boat makes me want to pee."

	I was sure Rachel had enjoyed what we'd done that morning and might want to
repeat it sometime, but she wasn't likely to want to be seen as dating a guy
two years younger. However the fun we'd had that morning must have given her
some thoughts and inspiration and a change of attitude with regards to what
she would have previously considered and dismissed as 'sissy type' guys. We
were barely away from the dock when I'd noticed Rachel and Sam with an arm
around each other's shoulder. That left Nora to pair up with Mark and Nora
seemed to have had that intention anyway, considering she had a hand in
Mark's lap.

	Melanie was wrong again assuming that Nora was a prude. On the run back
from the dam to the dock, Nora had worked Mark's cock out of his shorts and
was openly playing with it to the enjoyment of Rachel and Sam. Fortunately,
I had Candice to help me look out for other boaters, as I was spending a lot
of time looking over my shoulder or in the rear view mirror. I was very
tempted to extend the boat ride to see how much farther things would go, but
Chuck had said, "short ride," given me the responsibility, and I wanted to
show him I deserved it.

	It had been Sam's idea that we should be as quiet as possible on our return
and we grinned at each other, knowing 'her' suspicions were probably
correct. As we neared the house, we smelled the unattended hamburgers
burning. We entered the house silently through the open, sliding glass door
to discover a scene straight out of a porno movie.

	Melanie was naked and on the couch on her hands and knees. Johnny and Chuck
were also naked and much too busy with Melanie to worry about the burning
burgers. Johnny was pounding his dick into Melanie doggie style and Melanie
had finally managed to get some of Chuck's cock; in this case, so far down
her throat she had to be gagging. They had a rhythm going that made it look
like Johnny was shoving her toward Chuck and Chuck was pushing her back
toward Johnny. From the side it looked like Melanie was a chicken on a
bar-b-q skewer; like there was one, big cock between Chuck and Johnny and
she was sliding back and forth from one end to the other. Each of us, for
our own reasons, had to stop and stare, or admire, the sexy tableau.

	Chuck, Melanie, and Johnny each acknowledged our presence in some
combination of a smile and wave. Then, as if in slow motion, we, the
audience, began to move.

	Mark moved closer to the couch and Nora went with him, staying a step
behind. We heard Mark remark, "Oh shit Mel, that's awesome!" Slowly Mark
dropped to his knees beside the couch until his face was just a couple of
feet from his sister's bare butt. Then he made a typical 'Mark remark' by
telling his sister, "He's fucking your ass." Like she couldn't tell . . . .

	Melanie pulled her mouth off of Chuck's cock long enough to turn and ask,
"You like it, why shouldn't I? Do you want to try it?"

	Mark nodded in the affirmative but didn't make any other move and I
couldn't help but wonder how Melanie had meant her question and how Mark had
taken it. Did Mark want to fuck his sister's ass and had done so before? Had
Mark had his own ass fucked and told his sister he liked it and she was
suggesting he try letting Johnny fuck him? Melanie had made several
insinuations that Mark and Marsh were into that kind of intimacy. His 'yes'
indication had to mean something like that.

	Then Nora knelt beside Mark and extended a hand to cup one of Melanie's
hanging breasts, causing Melanie's mind to return to sex and ending the
short conversation.

	I was so wrapped up in watching the scene at the couch that Candice nearly
pulled me off my feet when she took my hand and jerked it. Turning in her
direction, I saw that Sam was leading Rachel toward the stairs and that
Rachel had been trying to get my attention without hollering at me. Rachel
had Candice in tow and Candice had finally had to grab me to get me to turn
away from the scene at the sofa.

	Even after I realized that Rachel intended for the four of us to go
upstairs together - and what that might mean - I was still reluctant to
leave the scene at the couch. Getting fucked in the ass or fucking someone
else's ass was about all I could think of that I hadn't tried in the last
few days and I really wanted to see what Mark did. But from somewhere deep
inside my brain, I was getting reminders that I'd be sharing a bedroom with
Mark for the next several weeks - assuming they'd been joking about moving
me in with Mindy - and that this might be my best or only chance to get
something started with Candice. That didn't keep me from looking over my
shoulder all the way up the stairs.

	Any chance that Rachel intended to pair off alone with Sam evaporated
quickly when we reached the upstairs hall. "I've got a surprise for you,"
Rachel whispered to her sister, pulling her in the direction of the two
bedrooms we'd used that morning.

	"I think your bed might still be damp," I reminded Rachel, earning a funny
smile from Candice. Rachel smiled back at me too, understanding, and opened
the door to Chuck's room to discover that at some time, Chuck had stripped
his bed. So she turned and led us into the guest room that she and I had
shared. Right away Candice noticed we'd shared one bed, that the second one
was untouched.

	"Aint you the stud," Candice whispered in my ear. "Not many guys get to
sleep with my sister. Think you can handle all three of us?"

	I suppose I could have given an explanation that sleeping was mostly what
we'd done - at least in that room - and that the sexual odds weren't as
skewed as she thought. But before I could say anything, Sam had reached the
bed. The covers were still thrown back to let the sheets dry and he was
patting the large stained area in the center of the bed to see how damp it
was.

	"Not too bad," Sam commented. "And I know Miss Mandy won't mind."

	"We were both wearing diapers and they were both very wet . . . ," Rachel
began to explain and then stopped, realizing that anything else she said
would be more incriminating. Then it occurred to her to wonder how Sam would
know I wouldn't mind the sheets being wet with piss. "You help him get the
front of his blouse wet earlier?"

	"He's almost as bad as I was at that age," Sam teased as he slipped out of
his sundress.

	As Sam's dress hit the floor, I thought Candice's jaw would too. "Oh my
God! She's a boy!"

	"More like a man," I said aloud what I was thinking as I admired the bulge
in Sam's panties, remembering how good it had tasted when I'd sucked it
briefly at the boathouse. I was staring at Sam's pretty yellow panties,
Candice was watching me watch Sam, and Rachel was watching all of our
reactions.

	Seeing me stare at the front of Sam's panties, Rachel needlessly announced
for Sam and Candice's benefit, "Mandy loves to suck cock."

	"I know," Sam told her. "He sucked me for a while and then Mandy and I
sucked Mark down at the boathouse when he came looking for us."

	"We saw him sucking Mark before we left to come up here - remember?"
Candice reminded her sister.

	"He sucked off Chuck yesterday and again this morning," Rachel added.

	"Oh no," I camped, acting surprised and shocked. "Does all that cock
sucking make me a cock sucker?"

	"Let's find out," Candice told me, getting involved by tugging me toward
Sam and then helping me out of my shorts and then my blouse. This summer,
that I was so SURE I'd hate so much, just kept getting better and better.

	Sam had noticed the packages of diapers and pads on the dresser and when he
saw me standing before him in the panty covered diaper, he asked, "Have all
of you been wearing diapers?" Before I could tell him that some of us had
and some hadn't, he added, "That's how I got started."

	I would have loved to hear him finish that, but Candice wasn't interested
in how Sam got started, only in right now and how he finished. Rachel was
helping undress Candice as Candice was pushing me to my knees in front of
Sam. I began by rubbing my face in the lump in the front of Sam's panties
and then used my fingers to hook the waistband and free Sam's erection. I
admired it briefly, than put it where it belonged - in my mouth. It was the
third I'd had in as many days and in my opinion based on just those three,
they were all different, all beautiful - and all delicious!

	My enthusiasm for sucking cock must have been apparent because Candice
commented, "He's really going to town on that thing."

	"He's just as good at eating pussy," Rachel told her, swelling my ego.

	"So am I when I get the chance," Sam hinted. "Or so I've been told."

	Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rachel, now naked, move around behind Sam
and looking up, saw her hands reach under Sam's arms to cup his padded bra,
fondling his tits as though they were real. I wondered what Candice was
doing until I felt her kneel behind me and do almost the same thing, playing
with the nipples on my chest. I could feel her bigger, harder,
breast-mounted nipples stabbing me in the back. The temptation to turn and
mouth one was about to get to me when I heard Rachel suggest something even
better.

	"If you still need to pee, put him in the center of the bed and sit down on
his face so you can piss in his mouth."

	I was pretty damn sure who Rachel was talking to and about - at least I was
hoping. I remembered Candice's remark about needing to pee when we'd gone
out in the boat. When Candice pulled me away from Sam's prick to push me
toward the bed, and I saw the lustful look in her eyes, it was yet another
dream come true.

	So far, in the last couple of days, I seemed to get as much pleasure from
sucking a cock as the suckee got from my efforts and I wanted to be able to
do just as well if not better with the ladies. In the short time - barely
measurable in days - since Candice and Melanie had worked together to give
me my first blow job, I'd spent a good deal of that intervening time
thinking about returning their favor. In my estimation, I 'owed them one'.
Earlier that morning, when for the first time in my young life Rachel had
allowed me to dip my tongue in her slit, my thoughts had been on learning as
much as I could from Rachel so that when and if the opportunity occurred for
me to payback the younger girls, I'd be ready to do a superior piece of
work.

	And not only did Candice intend to let me lick her sweet pee-hole, she
intended to let me drink from it as well. Rachel had allowed me to taste her
pussy and her pee. Now her younger sister was going to let me do both at the
same time. Maybe some if not most boys my age, and grown men too, would have
been disgusted by the idea of a woman using his mouth for a urinal, but I
damn sure wasn't! I gladly and anxiously took position in the middle of the
piss-dampened sheets and smiled up at Candice as she excitedly straddled my
face and lowered her pretty pussy to my lips.

	There was a moment when I wondered if she intended to pee first and then
let me lick her or if she'd want me to lick her for a while and then she'd
let me have her pee. Someone else made the decision for us. I think maybe
I'd gotten one long lick, the length of her slit, when she literally had the
piss scared out of her. It was like being hit in the face with a water
balloon. No way could I swallow it all.

	Candice wasn't the only one so startled that their bladder gave way. I'm
sure I must have wet my diaper some more too and Sam and Rachel were equally
as shocked when the police siren went off almost right beneath our bedroom
window. If we hadn't opened the windows earlier in the day to air out the
bedroom and help the sheets dry, I'm sure the glass would have shattered.


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