Some of the contingent in this story is fiction, but it is

strongly based on my first experience of `` dressing '' and

the import. I think of it as `` enhanced truth '', for

as the Irish say `` a in effect story should always improve in

the telling ''. For the record I spent various year as a

child with a star sign full of Irish navvies, and great

Back in the later 1960 's I came home base on leave from the Army

to find my mother was away looking after her untried sis

who was ill. My founder had disappeared when I was a baby

so I had the place to myself. All my old mates were working

during the day and pussywhipped by their wives/girlfriends in

the evening.


By day three I was bored silly and, although the dreadful

'' mania killer '' tights were the usual wear for girls at the

time, I had begun my interest in fille when stockings and

brace were normal ( far light to get your mitt in a

fille knickers with those ).


I knew mother wore `` sus '' as I had watched her clipping on

stockings and loading her bra 's as long as I could remember.

So I rummaged through mothers draftsman and found plenty of tan

stockings ( not much alternative of colour then, even contraband was rarified

and regarded as too sexy for day to day wear ).

Next I found her corsets and gallus belts, slips etc, and

soon sat in a deep, boned white girdle with the four suspenders

attached with those fiddling triangular chit to tan nylon stockings.


These had very little stretchiness in them so once attached they and

the boning gave a smell of slopped containment which I really

enjoyed. With the brusque suspender tabs and stockings designed to

only reach mid second joint, the square edge of the stays stopped at

the bottom of my arse brass at the rear and pressed hard on

the al-Qaeda of my stopcock at the strawman, giving delightful feelings,

the whole thing had me bone hard, which tented the Theodore Harold White silky

gaffe I was wearing.


For an time of day or more, I sat in movement of a mirror, moving my legs

to `` flash '' stocking tip and Edward D. White thigh flesh, and occasionally

my own putz, all very aphrodisiac but no pics then unless you were robust

enough to own a Polaroid.


After wetting my thigh and stocking tops with my own cum, I cleaned

up and with `` rule '' clothes on swarm into the nearby market townspeople. As

lot would have it I found a park seat close to the Town heart and soul

public lav, the old underground character, now sadly gone in to the highest degree places.

This pocket-size township loo only had two maw, but I would go and learn both

doorway, like any normal male.


Soon I was sat in a snare reading the dirty stories, still at that

stage mainly hetro, with the odd gay one and zero TV story. As I

bent forward to read a thoroughly one at the bottom of the door, something

touched my shoe, and looking down I saw a clenched fist giving the wanking

signboard and then wiggled a center finger. I understood the wanking bit

but at the time Did n't sympathize the finger ( I found out not very

much later ).


My quick response was to pluck up my trouser and leave the loo

and sit in my car, while I sorted my thought process out. I adjusted my

mirror to watch the ( only ) loo entrance. while I watched I tried to

sorting out in my own creative thinker what had just happened. I decided that there

must be a spyhole in the segmentation and I had flashed my bare arse to

the early trap when reading. The wanking bit I understood, but that

fingerbreadth wiggling had me. I even considered that there was a offspring missy

in there, wanting to swap a hand job for a pussy fingering ( yes I was

that uninitiate ).


After ten bit no-one had entered or left the loo and I walked back

over, down the steps and back into my pilot bunker. I dropped my

trouser, faced the partitioning, and put one infantry slightly under the gap

at the bottom. my foot was tapped and soon a short letter passed under, saying

'' CUM IN HERE ''.


Going succeeding door took only a momment, and the door was locked behind me.

I found a 50ish man who put his cock in my hand and started stroking

mine. As we faced each other, he leant in and started kissing me, which

I started returning without mentation, finding it very enjoyable before any

bad reaction came, so I kissed back backbreaking with maximum tongue action.

His disengage hand started groping my backside and soon I found out what the

wiggly finger meant and did. He had some lubricant on and I found I

was enjoying it.


Breaking the kiss I whispered that I had a good berth, transport near

and about my dressing that morning. He told me his name was John the Divine and

I told him mine was Michael Soon we were driving to my home

both stroking the others cock. Once place we went to the chamber and I

put on the corsette and stockings from the morning. As he got defenseless. I

started to sense very sexy in my gear and started kissing him punishing again

as he explored my eubstance with his mitt.


On the drive up I had asked him to instruct me about man to man sex, so

when we finished kissing we lay on the bed and he stroked me as he

told me that he had started when in a Prison-of-War ingroup for several years.

Quite a few of them had taken to it and he 'd relish it ever since,


He started by saying that he was a `` Top '' who did the fucking and expected

to feature his cock sucked. He said that he thought that as I had started by

Dressing, that I would get a `` Bottom '' who would suck pecker and get hold of it up

my arse. I had not thought any of this through, but when I immagined myself

in both roll, my prick stiffened as I thought of being a bottom.


SO, JUST the likes of THAT, MY NEW lieu IN life-time WAS DECIDED ! !


Trully we are ruled by our cocks.


He started by showing me how to fellate his cock, controlling the penetration

by holding the stem of the peter and as much to a greater extent of its distance as needed.

I learned to unclothe back the foreskin from the helmet with my lips and to

push the tip of my lingua into his pee-slit. to slide my tongue under the

cock and to always keep my teeth shed light on of this preciously meat. Soon I was

really getting into it with my head bobbing up and down over his groin.


He told me to slow down, as he wanted to pop my cherry, so I started to

do one `` bob '' every five seconds or so, keeping him deep in my mouth at the

end of each one, as I relaxed my travelling bag on his cock to leave a little more

in each clip. As I started to gag a little, he told me to try swallowing

as his cockhead entered my throat, which helped, and I really wanted to feel

his pubic fuzz on my rim, and soon did.


All this kept him nice and tough, and got me used to having a cock in my

mouth and pharynx for extended time period. Meanwhile, he was fingering ( that wiggle

again ) my bunghole with some lubricant ( by the end of the sitting I was

using his description, and calling it my `` pussy '' ). One, two, then three fingers

entered my kitty-cat to their full length, stroking in and out and bout and round

to prepare me for my first fucking, always momentous for a `` girl '' as I was

beginning to think of myself. Its funny how fingers up your puss can change

your perceptions.


John then asked me to kneel on the edge of the bed, arse in air and head up down

into a pillow, while he stood on the floor behind me at just the in good order hight to

enter me. He placed his cockhead at my lube, and still slightly dilated,

pussy, pushing firmly forward and telling me to try to act as if I was pushing

a turd out ( which, perhaps counter-intuitively, opened my twat up ). A unawares stop

of pressing, and then his cockhead just slid through with an in or so below

the helmet, I was no longer a virgin, but part way to being a true `` girl ''.


I experienced some slight pain, but his preparation had done the job, and after a

duad of transactions for my trunk to correct, he began to slowly work his full length

in. Out an column inch, back in one and a one-half, adding lube at every out fortuity til

the hair that had tickled my Kuki-Chin, now tickled my cheeks. Again he paused, this

time fully in me, for a couple of minutes to get me used to a cunt full, then

slid fully out, but straight back in again, working the entrance muscularity, which was

still slightly irritating, as well as getting my deeper bowels used to the intrusion

of strong meat. After a few minutes of this, and after all painfulness stopped as he

re-entered me, he began a slightly scant cam stroke, still going fully in, but leaving

his cockhead in all the sentence. He speeded up his strokes and said `` now we are really

fucking '' as I began to, quite naturely push back into his thrusts.


Without warning, I had an intense orgasm, spilling loads of punk onto the tack,

corsette and stockings, and thrashing about moaning. He gripped my rosehip hard and

'' Rode The tiger '', all the time fucking me arduous and faster, till I had another,

less intense but much longer cum, gripping him with hard cramp of my kitty-cat and

taking him over the edge into his. My bowels getting a thick covering of his sperm,

enough to make several sister if I had had the right on equipment.


Both our cocks slowly wilted after such an intense nooky, til his dropped out with

a lenient `` plop '', and his punk flowed out of my twat and joined that on the sheets.


John stayed several more hours, fucking me twice more, by which time he was knackered

and my pussy was a bit sore ( before he left he annointed my pussy with a balm to

get it prepare for the next day ). That came out of our talking as we kissed and

fondled between fuck. He knew that I had ten days leave left and zilch to do and

that I wanted more lessons in sex. He told me that after today, he might only make out

two fuck tomorrow, but that I deserved more ( I agreed ). So he would come `` tenish ''

with a couple of his `` Top '' champion, to continue My `` initiation ''. They would also land

some nicer ( that is to say sexy ) apparel for me to wear.


Rather than make me take him back to where we had met, he used our phone to call

one of those friend, Sam, to pick him up. he came in briefly and after founding,

he pulled out his cock to show me. It was MUCH bigger than Johns, and I think Sam

and I would let fucked there and then, had not St. John intervened, saying that I had

been fucked enough for the first day and could be damaged or put-off by more. But

that a good nighttime rest would sustain me ready for fuller sessions the succeeding day.


John was certainly correctly about the last bit, and I trusted him after the way he had

taken me through my first measure in mano-a-mano sex so I waved them on their way.


As I lay in bed and just before sleeping it occoured to me the I had started the

day very drill and finished it `` very bore '' in a different way.


Perhaps tomorrow night would chance me even more bored ?


I HOPED SO !

people they were.

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