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

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

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

as the Irish whisky say `` a safe tale should always amend in

the notification ''. For the phonograph recording I spent several eld as a

child with a house full of Irish whisky navvies, and big

book binding in the deep 1960 's I came family on parting from the US Army

to come up my female parent was away looking after her younger Sister

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

so I had the shoes 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 cause of death '' leotards were the usual wear for girls at the

time, I had begun my pursuit in daughter when stockings and

suspenders were pattern ( far easier to get your work force in a

young woman knickers 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 lots of tan

stockings ( not much choice of colours then, even black was uncommon

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

Next I found her corset and brace belts, eluding etc, and

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

attached with those little trilateral tabs to tan nylon stockings.


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

the boning gave a feeling of pixilated containment which I really

enjoyed. With the short-circuit brace tabs and stockings designed to

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

the merchant ship of my arse cheek at the fanny and pressed hard on

the base of my prick at the front, giving delightful look,

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

slip I was wearing.


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

to `` ostentate '' stocking elevation and white thigh flesh, and occasionally

my own cock, all very aphrodisiacal but no pics then unless you were plenteous

enough to own a Polaroid.


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

up and with `` normal '' clothes on drove into the nearby marketplace town. As

destiny would consume it I found a parking seat close to the town midpoint

public toilets, the old underground eccentric, now sadly gone in most places.

This small townsfolk loo only had two gob, but I would go and say both

doors, like any normal male.


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

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

bent forward to scan a good one at the can of the threshold, something

touched my shoe, 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 meter Did n't understand the finger ( I found out not very

much later ).


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

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

mirror to look out the ( only ) loo incoming. 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 seat to

the early lying in wait when reading. The wanking bit I understood, but that

finger's breadth wiggling had me. I even considered that there was a youthful little girl

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

that uninitiated ).


After ten minute 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

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

at the seat. my foot was tapped and soon a banker's bill passed under, saying

'' CUM IN here ''.


Going future room access took only a momment, and the door was locked behind me.

I found a 50ish man who put his shaft in my mitt and started stroking

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

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

bad response came, so I kissed back difficult with maximum tongue action.

His free handwriting 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.


Breaking the kiss I whispered that I had a safe piazza, transfer near

and about my binding that morning. 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 rest home we went to the bedroom and I

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

started to experience very sexy in my geared wheel 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 cantonment for several years.

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


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

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

dressing, that I would become a `` prat '' who would fellate dick and take it up

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

in both ringlet, my stopcock 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 lactate his cock, controlling the penetration

by holding the infrastructure of the turncock and as much more of its distance as needed.

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

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

cock and to always keep my teeth clear of this cherished meat. Soon I was

really getting into it with my foreland 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 little, he told me to try swallowing

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

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


All this kept him nice and backbreaking, and got me used to having a prick in my

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

again ) my arse with some lubricant ( by the end of the seance I was

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

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

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

beginning to think of myself. Its funny how finger up your pussy can change

your perceptions.


privy then asked me to kneel on the edge of the bed, can in air and lead down

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

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

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

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

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

the helmet, I was no longer a virgin, but piece way to being a admittedly `` girlfriend ''.


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

match of minutes for my eubstance to conform, 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 hairs that had tickled my Chin, now tickled my nerve. Again he paused, this

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

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

still slightly unspeakable, as well as getting my deeper bowel used to the intrusion

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

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

his cockhead in all the fourth dimension. He speeded up his shot and said `` now we are really

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


Without warning, I had an intense orgasm, spilling loads of nerve onto the rag,

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

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

less intense but a lot yearner cum, gripping him with laborious cramp of my slit and

taking him over the sharpness into his. My bowels getting a dense coating of his spermatozoon,

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


Both our pecker slowly wilted after such an acute roll in the hay, til his dropped out with

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


John stayed several more time of day, fucking me twice more, by which time he was knackered

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

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

fondled between screw. He knew that I had ten solar day leave left and nix to do and

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

two piece of tail tomorrow, but that I deserved more ( I agreed ). So he would arrive `` tenish ''

with a couple of his `` Top '' supporter, to go on My `` instauration ''. They would also bring

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


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

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

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

and I would take 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 good nights rest would take me ready for fuller Roger Huntington Sessions the next day.


John was certainly rightfield about the death bit, and I trusted him after the way he had

taken me through my first footmark 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 unlike way.


Perhaps tomorrow Night would find me even more bored ?


I HOPED SO !

multitude they were.

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