Some of the detail 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 truth '', for

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

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

child with a family full of Irish drudge, and great

binding in the late 1960 's I came home on parting from the Army

to find my mother was away looking after her untried sister

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

so I had the situation to myself. All my old couple 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

'' cacoethes Orcinus orca '' leotards were the usual wear for girls at the

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

suspender were normal ( far easier to get your workforce in a

miss knickerbockers 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 female parent drawers and found raft of tan

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

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

Next I found her girdle and suspender knock, gaffe etc, and

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

attached with those trivial triangular lozenge to tan nylon stockings.


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

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

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

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

the bottom of my fundament cheeks at the posterior and pressed hard on

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

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

case I was wearing.


For an minute or more, I sat in front of a mirror, moving my legs

to `` shoot '' stocking top of the inning and Patrick Victor Martindale White thigh flesh, and occasionally

my own peter, all very sexy but no picture show then unless you were copious

enough to own a Polaroid.


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

up and with `` formula '' wearing apparel on drove into the nearby market town. As

fate would receive it I found a parking place close to the town centre

public can, the old tube type, now sadly gone in most places.

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

room access, like any normal male.


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

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

set forward to read a just one at the bottom of the door, something

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

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

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

much later ).


My immediate response was to pull 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

kind 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 arse to

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

finger wiggling had me. I even considered that there was a Edward Young female child

in there, wanting to switch a jacking off 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 trap. I dropped my

trouser, faced the partition, and put one ft slightly under the gap

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

'' CUM IN HERE ''.


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

I found a 50ish man who put his rooster 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 response came, so I kissed back hard with level best tongue action.

His free helping hand 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 osculation I whispered that I had a secure home, transport near

and about my dressing that morning. He told me his name was whoremaster and

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

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

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

started to feel very sexy in my gear and started kissing him difficult 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 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 screwing and expected

to receive his turncock sucked. He said that he thought that as I had started by

binding, that I would become a `` Bottom '' who would suck shaft and lead it up

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

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


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


Trully we are ruled by our cocks.


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

by holding the root word of the putz and as much to a greater extent of its distance as needed.

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

push the tip of my natural language into his pee-slit. to slue my spit under the

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

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


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

do one `` bob '' every five minute or so, keeping him deep in my rima oris at the

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

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

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

his pubic hairs on my lip, and soon did.


All this kept him nice and toilsome, and got me used to having a pecker in my

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

again ) my arsehole with some lube ( by the end of the session I was

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

entered my pussy to their good length, stroking in and out and round and round

to ready me for my first fucking, always momentous for a `` young woman '' as I was

beginning to reckon of myself. Its risible how finger up your pussy can interchange

your perceptions.


John then asked me to kneel on the sharpness of the bed, hind end 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 lube, and still slightly dilated,

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

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

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

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


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

couple of minutes for my body to adapt, he began to slowly form his to the full length

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

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

prison term fully in me, for a couple of hour to get me used to a twat full, then

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

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

of operose marrow. After a few minutes of this, and after all painfulness stopped as he

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

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

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


Without warning, I had an intense coming, spilling encumbrance of spunk onto the plane,

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

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

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

taking him over the edge into his. My gut getting a duncical coat of his spermatozoon,

enough to pass water respective 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 nerve flowed out of my kitty-cat and joined that on the sheets.


John stayed several more 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 unction 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 goose egg to do and

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

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

with a couple of his `` Top '' Friend, to continue My `` introduction ''. They would also convey

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


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

one of those protagonist, Sam, to blame him up. he came in briefly and after innovation,

he pulled out his cock to show me. It was MUCH great than St. John the Apostle, and I think Sam

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

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

that a good nights rest period would have me make for fuller sessions the next day.


John was certainly right about the terminal 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 tire and finished it `` very drill '' in a different way.


Perhaps tomorrow Nox would receive me even more bored ?


I HOPED SO !

hoi polloi they were.

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