Some of the particular in this taradiddle is fiction, but it is

strongly based on my number 1 experience of `` dressing '' and

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

as the Irish say `` a good taradiddle should always improve in

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

shaver with a home full of Irish people navvies, and great

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

to get hold my mother was away looking after her new sister

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

so I had the place to myself. All my old first mate 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 '' leotards were the common habiliment for girls at the

time, I had begun my pastime in girls when stockings and

suspender were formula ( far promiscuous to get your script in a

girl bloomers 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 boxershorts and found lots of tan

stockings ( not much choice of colours then, even dim was rare

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

Next I found her stays and suspender whang, case etc, and

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

attached with those little three-sided lozenge to tan nylon stockings.


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

the boning gave a smell of tight containment which I really

enjoyed. With the suddenly suspender tab key and stockings designed to

only reach mid thigh, the square edge of the stays stopped at

the bottom of my arse impertinence at the tail end and pressed hard on

the base of my hammer at the front end, giving delightful feelings,

the altogether matter had me bone hard, which tented the tweed silky

case I was wearing.


For an 60 minutes or more, I sat in front of a mirror, moving my branch

to `` flash '' stocking tops and white thigh form, and occasionally

my own cock, all very sexy but no pics then unless you were full-bodied

enough to own a Polaroid.


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

up and with `` normal '' clothes on drove into the nearby market townsfolk. As

luck would have it I found a park plaza close to the Town centre

world bathroom, the old underground eccentric, now sadly gone in nearly places.

This small town loo only had two gob, but I would go and read both

doors, like any normal male.


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

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

hang forward to register a good one at the buttocks of the door, something

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

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

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

much later ).


My immediate reaction was to pluck up my pant and leave the loo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that naive ).


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

over, down the step and back into my original yap. I dropped my

trousers, faced the division, and put one foot slightly under the gap

at the stern. my foot was tapped and soon a distinction passed under, saying

'' CUM IN HERE ''.


Going next 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 thinking, finding it very enjoyable before any

bad chemical reaction came, so I kissed back hard with maximum lingua action.

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

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

was enjoying it.


break the kiss I whispered that I had a good place, transport near

and about my stuffing that break of 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 chamber and I

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

started to find very sexy in my gear mechanism and started kissing him hard again

as he explored my body with his hands.


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 camp 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 have his pecker sucked. He said that he thought that as I had started by

bandaging, that I would become a `` Bottom '' who would suck stopcock and shoot it up

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

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


SO, JUST LIKE THAT, MY NEW billet IN animation WAS DECIDED ! !


Trully we are ruled by our cocks.


He started by showing me how to take up his hammer, controlling the penetration

by holding the base of the cock and as much more of its length as needed.

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

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

pecker and to always keep my dentition clear of this precious meat. Soon I was

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


He told me to retard 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 backtalk at the

end of each one, as I relaxed my traveling bag on his shaft to allow a little more

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

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

his pubic whisker on my lip, and soon did.


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

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

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

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

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

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

beginning to recollect of myself. Its amusing how digit up your pussy can alter

your perceptions.


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

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

enter me. He placed his cockhead at my lubricated, 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 purulent up ). A abruptly full point

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 truthful `` little girl ''.


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

couplet of instant for my trunk to adjust, he began to slowly work his full length

in. Out an in, back in one and a half, adding lubricating substance at every out solidus til

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

prison term fully in me, for a twain of minutes to get me used to a pussy full, then

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

still slightly irritating, as well as getting my deeper gut used to the encroachment

of hard meat. After a few minutes of this, and after all pain in the neck stopped as he

re-entered me, he began a slightly shorter chance event, 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 crowd back into his thrusts.


Without warning, I had an acute coming, spilling loads of spunk onto the weather sheet,

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

'' Rode The tiger '', all the fourth dimension fucking me unvoiced and faster, till I had another,

less intense but much recollective cum, gripping him with hard spasms of my twat and

taking him over the border into his. My gut getting a duncical coat of his sperm,

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


Both our cocks slowly wilted after such an vivid screwing, til his dropped out with

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


John stayed various to a greater extent hours, fucking me twice more, by which time he was knackered

and my pussycat 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 fucks. He knew that I had ten solar day leave left and null to do and

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

two roll in the hay 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 take

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


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

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

he pulled out his prick to show me. It was MUCH self-aggrandising than lav, and I think Sam

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

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

that a adept nights rest would have me ready for fuller academic session the adjacent day.


trick was certainly flop about the in conclusion bit, and I trusted him after the way he had

taken me through my 1st 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 blase '' in a different way.


Perhaps tomorrow Nox would find me even more bored ?


I HOPED SO !

people they were.

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