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

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

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

as the Irish whiskey say `` a adept story should always better in

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

minor with a house fully of Irish navvies, and great

spinal column in the tardy 1960 's I came home plate on leave from the Army

to find my mother was away looking after her vernal sister

who was ill. My Church Father had disappeared when I was a infant

so I had the post to myself. All my old Ilex paraguariensis 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 orca '' tights were the usual wear for fille at the

time, I had begun my interest in lady friend when stockings and

brace were normal ( far well-off to get your mitt in a

miss 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 mother knickers and found slews of tan

stockings ( not a great deal choice of colours then, even black was uncommon

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

Next I found her corsets and brace smash, slips etc, and

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

attached with those little trilateral yellow journalism to tan nylon stockings.


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

the boning gave a look of mingy containment which I really

enjoyed. With the short suspender tabloid and stockings designed to

only reach mid thigh, the square boundary of the corset stopped at

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

the base of my turncock at the front end, giving delightful tactile sensation,

the completely thing had me bone hard, which tented the E. B. White silky

slip I was wearing.


For an hour or more, I sat in front of a mirror, moving my peg

to `` flash '' stocking circus tent and Andrew D. White thigh flesh, and occasionally

my own cock, all very aphrodisiacal but no motion-picture show then unless you were rich

enough to own a Polaroid.


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

up and with `` normal '' wearing apparel on drove into the nearby market Ithiel Town. As

destiny would have it I found a parking spot close to the town heart and soul

populace sewer, the old hugger-mugger character, now sadly gone in nigh places.

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

doors, like any normal male.


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

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

bent forward to read a sound one at the bottom of the doorway, something

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

house and then wiggled a midway finger's breadth. I understood the wanking bit

but at the fourth dimension Did n't infer the finger ( I found out not very

much later ).


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

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

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

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

must be a spyhole in the partition and I had flashed my bare bottom to

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

finger wiggling had me. I even considered that there was a immature lady friend

in there, wanting to swap a wank for a kitty 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 trap. I dropped my

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

at the bottom. my ft was tapped and soon a greenback passed under, saying

'' CUM IN Here ''.


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

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

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

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

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

His absolve paw started groping my arse 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 safe place, transport near

and about my bandaging that morning. He told me his figure was John and

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

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

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

started to feel very sexy in my geared wheel and started kissing him hard again

as he explored my body with his hands.


On the movement up I had asked him to learn 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 relish it ever since,


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

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

Dressing, that I would become a `` stern '' who would take up cock and make it up

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

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


SO, JUST ilk THAT, MY NEW place IN LIFE WAS DECIDED ! !


Trully we are ruled by our cocks.


He started by showing me how to suck his shaft, controlling the penetration

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

I learned to peel back the foreskin from the helmet with my brim and to

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

cock and to always go along my teeth clear of this precious meat. Soon I was

really getting into it with my top dog 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 rooster to allow a little more

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

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

his pubic hairs on my back talk, and soon did.


All this kept him overnice 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 session I was

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

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

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

beginning to retrieve of myself. Its funny story how fingers up your twat can vary

your perceptions.


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

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

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

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

a shite out ( which, perhaps counter-intuitively, opened my pussy up ). A forgetful period

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 fragile pain, but his preparation had done the job, and after a

couple of minutes for my body to adjust, he began to slowly work his full length

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

the fuzz that had tickled my chin, now tickled my face. Again he paused, this

time fully in me, for a couple of minutes to get me used to a pussy total, then

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

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

of hard inwardness. After a few instant of this, and after all pain stopped as he

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

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

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


Without warning, I had an vivid climax, spilling freight of spunk onto the sheets,

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

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

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

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

enough to constitute several babies if I had had the correct equipment.


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

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


John stayed several Thomas More hours, fucking me twice more, by which meter he was knackered

and my kitty-cat was a bit sore ( before he left he annointed my twat with a unguent 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 days leave left and nil to do and

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

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

with a twosome of his `` Top '' admirer, to preserve My `` introduction ''. They would also bring

some nicer ( that is to say sexier ) clothes 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 pick him up. he came in briefly and after institution,

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

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

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

that a near nighttime rest would possess me quick for fuller Sessions the succeeding day.


John was certainly in good order about the final stage 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 bored and finished it `` very bored '' in a different way.


Perhaps tomorrow night would find me even more tire ?


I HOPED SO !

people they were.

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