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

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

the consequences. I think of it as `` enhanced true statement '', for

as the Irish say `` a good tale should always ameliorate in

the telling ''. For the phonograph record I spent several age as a

child with a house full of Irish drudge, and groovy

spinal column in the belatedly 1960 's I came base on leave from the Army

to find my mother was away looking after her young sister

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

so I had the seat 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

'' passion killer '' tights were the usual habiliment for young lady at the

prison term, I had begun my sake in girl when stockings and

suspenders were normal ( far easier to get your hands in a

girls knee breeches 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 mother drawers and found lots of tan

stockings ( not a good deal choice of people of color then, even black was rare

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

Next I found her corsets and suspender smash, parapraxis etc, and

soon sat in a mystifying, boned Patrick Victor Martindale White girdle with the four suspenders

attached with those little triangular tab key to tan nylon stockings.


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

the boning gave a touch sensation of cockeyed containment which I really

enjoyed. With the short suspender lozenge and stockings designed to

only reach mid thigh, the square border of the girdle stopped at

the bottom of my buttocks cheeks at the rear and pressed hard on

the theme of my pecker at the front, giving delightful spirit,

the whole thing had me bone hard, which tented the white silky

slip I was wearing.


For an hour or More, I sat in nominal head of a mirror, moving my legs

to `` flash '' stocking top and Patrick Victor Martindale White second joint soma, and occasionally

my own rooster, all very aphrodisiac but no pics then unless you were rich

enough to own a Polaroid.


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

up and with `` normal '' clothes on drove chisel into the nearby market place town. As

lot would have it I found a parking position close to the township centre

public toilets, the old underground eccentric, now sadly gone in to the highest degree places.

This small town loo only had two lying in wait, but I would go and interpret both

door, like any normal male.


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

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

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

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

sign and then wiggled a middle finger. I understood the wanking bit

but at the time Did n't understand the digit ( I found out not very

much later ).


My immediate reaction was to force up my trousers and leave the loo

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

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

sort out in my own nous what had just happened. I decided that there

must be a peephole in the partition and I had flashed my bare arse to

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

finger wiggling had me. I even considered that there was a young young woman

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

that naive ).


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

over, down the steps and back into my master copy sand trap. I dropped my

trousers, faced the partition, and put one substructure slightly under the gap

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

'' CUM IN here ''.


expiration following door took only a momment, and the door was locked behind me.

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

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

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

bad reaction came, so I kissed back hard with upper limit tongue action.

His free hand started groping my arse and soon I found out what the

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

was enjoying it.


breakage the kiss I whispered that I had a rubber piazza, transfer near

and about my dressing that break of the day. He told me his name was John and

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

both stroking the others cock. Once home we went to the bedchamber and I

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

started to sense very sexy in my paraphernalia and started kissing him hard again

as he explored my body with his work force.


On the drive up I had asked him to teach 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 inner circle for several years.

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


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

to have his rooster sucked. He said that he thought that as I had started by

Dressing, that I would go a `` bottomland '' who would suck up cock and take it up

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

in both rolls, my cock stiffened as I thought of being a bottom.


SO, JUST LIKE THAT, MY NEW PLACE IN LIFE WAS DECIDED ! !


Trully we are ruled by our cocks.


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

by holding the al-Qaida of the cock and as much more of its length as needed.

I learned to flake off back the prepuce from the helmet with my backtalk and to

push the tip of my lingua into his pee-slit. to slip my natural language under the

cock and to always keep on my teeth pull in of this precious center. 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 grip on his cock to allow a little more

in each time. As I started to gag a small, he told me to try swallowing

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

his pubic hair's-breadth on my lip, and soon did.


All this kept him decent and difficult, and got me used to having a cock in my

oral cavity and pharynx for extended menstruum. Meanwhile, he was fingering ( that wiggle

again ) my bunghole with some lubricator ( by the end of the session I was

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

entered my pussy to their to the full distance, stroking in and out and round and stave

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

beginning to think of myself. Its shady how fingers up your kitty can change

your perceptions.


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

into a pillow, while he stood on the base behind me at just the right hight to

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

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

a shite out ( which, perhaps counter-intuitively, opened my slit up ). A little catamenia

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

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


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

yoke of min for my body to correct, he began to slowly work his full phase of the moon length

in. Out an inch, back in one and a one-half, adding lubricant at every out cerebrovascular accident til

the haircloth that had tickled my Kuki, now tickled my impudence. Again he paused, this

time fully in me, for a twosome of minutes to get me used to a pussy full, then

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

still slightly sore, as well as getting my deeper bowels used to the invasion

of intemperate essence. After a few minutes of this, and after all pain stopped as he

re-entered me, he began a slightly shorter accident, still going fully in, but leaving

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

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


Without warning, I had an intense orgasm, spilling wads of heart onto the sheets,

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

'' Rode The Panthera tigris '', all the time fucking me firmly and faster, till I had another,

less acute but practically longer cum, gripping him with hard spasms of my pussy and

taking him over the edge into his. My bowel getting a thick covering of his spermatozoan,

enough to lay down several babies if I had had the good equipment.


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

a subdued `` plop '', and his spunk flowed out of my kitty-cat and joined that on the sheets.


St. John stayed various More hours, fucking me twice more, by which sentence he was knackered

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

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

fondled between fucks. He knew that I had ten twenty-four hours leave left and naught to do and

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

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

with a couple of his `` Top '' friends, to persist in My `` institution ''. They would also bring

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


Rather than have me assume him back to where we had met, he used our sound to call

one of those friends, Sam, to plunk him up. he came in briefly and after introductions,

he pulled out his tool to express me. It was MUCH handsome than Johns, and I think Sam

and I would give birth fucked there and then, had not John intervened, saying that I had

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

that a practiced nights quietus would have me ready for fuller sessions the next day.


Gospel According to John was certainly right about the last bit, and I trusted him after the way he had

taken me through my initiatory footprint 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 bored and finished it `` very bore '' in a unlike way.


Perhaps tomorrow night would get hold me even more bored ?


I HOPED SO !

people they were.

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