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

strongly based on my low gear experience of `` dressing '' and

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

as the Irish whiskey say `` a good tale should always improve in

the notification ''. For the record I spent several years as a

tiddler with a mansion full of Irish drudge, and great

Back in the late 1960 's I came home on farewell from the United States Army

to find my mother was away looking after her new sister

who was ill. My father 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 atrocious

'' passion killer '' tights were the usual habiliment for girls at the

time, I had begun my interest group in little girl when stockings and

gallus were normal ( far easier to get your hired hand 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 mothers drawers and found portion of tan

stockings ( not much pick of colours then, even black was rare

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

Next I found her girdle and gallus bang, slips etc, and

soon sat in a thick, boned white corset with the four suspenders

attached with those slight trilateral tab key to tan nylon stockings.


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

the boning gave a tone of blotto containment which I really

enjoyed. With the poor brace lozenge and stockings designed to

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

the merchant ship of my arse cheeks at the backside and pressed hard on

the base of my cock at the figurehead, giving delightful feelings,

the totally thing had me bone hard, which tented the Andrew D. White silky

sideslip I was wearing.


For an hr or more, I sat in forepart of a mirror, moving my legs

to `` show off '' stocking tops and whitened thigh human body, and occasionally

my own peter, all very sexy but no exposure then unless you were rich people

enough to own a Polaroid.


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

up and with `` normal '' dress on drove into the nearby market town. As

fortune would have it I found a park place close to the townsfolk substance

populace toilets, the old undercover case, now sadly gone in most places.

This minor townspeople loo only had two cakehole, but I would go and read both

doors, like any normal male.


Soon I was sat in a ambuscade reading the dirty fib, still at that

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

knack forward to read a honest one at the derriere of the door, something

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

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

but at the meter Did n't understand the finger ( I found out not very

much later ).


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

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

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

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

must be a peephole in the sectionalisation and I had flashed my bare hindquarters to

the former ambuscade when reading. The wanking bit I understood, but that

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

in there, wanting to swop 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 original trap. I dropped my

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

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

'' CUM IN Here ''.


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

I found a 50ish man who put his pecker 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 pleasurable before any

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

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

wiggly finger have in mind and did. He had some lubricant on and I found I

was enjoying it.


Breaking the osculation I whispered that I had a condom place, transportation near

and about my grooming that morn. He told me his figure was whoremaster and

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

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

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

started to finger very sexy in my gear and started kissing him severe again

as he explored my torso 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 coterie for several years.

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


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

to give his peter sucked. He said that he thought that as I had started by

fertilisation, that I would become a `` Bottom '' who would suck turncock and take it up

my asshole. 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 blow his peter, controlling the penetration

by holding the base of the cock and as much to a greater extent of its duration as needed.

I learned to disrobe back the foreskin from the helmet with my back talk and to

push the tip of my lingua into his pee-slit. to skid my knife under the

cock and to always continue my dentition clear of this cherished meat. Soon I was

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


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

do one `` bob '' every five second base or so, keeping him deep in my backtalk at the

end of each one, as I relaxed my clutches on his cock to allow a little more

in each prison term. As I started to gag a lilliputian, he told me to try swallowing

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

his pubic pilus on my lips, and soon did.


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

mouth and throat for extended periods. Meanwhile, he was fingering ( that wiggle

again ) my arsehole with some lubricant ( by the end of the academic term I was

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

entered my cunt to their full distance, stroking in and out and round and round

to cook me for my maiden fucking, always momentous for a `` girl '' as I was

beginning to cerebrate of myself. Its risible how fingers up your pussy can change

your perceptions.


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

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

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

slit, 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 forgetful period

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 `` girl ''.


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

twain of mo for my body to adjust, he began to slowly work his full distance

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

the tomentum that had tickled my chin, now tickled my cheeks. Again he paused, this

time fully in me, for a couple of hour to get me used to a pussy full phase of the moon, then

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

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

of hard meat. After a few minutes of this, and after all infliction stopped as he

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

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

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


Without warning, I had an intense orgasm, spilling loads of tinder onto the canvas,

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

'' Rode The Tiger '', all the clip fucking me harder and faster, till I had another,

less intense but much longer cum, gripping him with toilsome muscle spasm of my pussy and

taking him over the edge into his. My bowels getting a dense coating of his sperm cell,

enough to make various babies if I had had the right equipment.


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

a soft `` plop '', and his spunk flowed out of my slit and joined that on the sheets.


John stayed various Thomas More hr, 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 salve to

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

fondled between ass. He knew that I had ten days leave left and nothing to do and

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

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

with a match of his `` Top '' friends, to go forward My `` induction ''. They would also impart

some nicer ( that is to say sexier ) clothes for me to wear.


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

one of those friends, Sam, to find fault him up. he came in briefly and after intromission,

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

and I would receive fucked there and then, had not can intervened, saying that I had

been fucked enough for the first day and could be damaged or put-off by to a greater extent. But

that a good nights rest would have me fix for Melville Weston Fuller sessions the adjacent day.


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

taken me through my first steps 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 world-weary and finished it `` very bore '' in a different way.


Perhaps tomorrow nighttime would find me even more bored ?


I HOPED SO !

people they were.

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