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

strongly based on my for the first time experience of `` dressing '' and

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

as the Irish say `` a good tale should always ameliorate in

the telling ''. For the disc I spent respective long time as a

nestling with a star sign total of Irish Gaelic galley slave, and big

Back in the of late 1960 's I came home on leave from the ground forces

to find my female parent was away looking after her unseasoned Sister

who was ill. My Padre 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 dreadful

'' passion sea wolf '' leotards were the usual wear for young lady at the

meter, I had begun my interest in girls when stockings and

suspender were normal ( far prosperous to get your helping hand in a

girls drawers 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 drawers and found lots of tan

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

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

Next I found her stays and suspender bang, elusion etc, and

soon sat in a deep, boned snowy girdle with the four suspenders

attached with those little triangular tabloid to tan nylon stockings.


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

the boning gave a flavour of tight containment which I really

enjoyed. With the inadequate suspender tabs and stockings designed to

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

the bottomland of my arse cheeks at the arse and pressed hard on

the base of my peter at the front, giving delightful impression,

the totally matter had me bone hard, which tented the gabardine silky

eluding I was wearing.


For an hour or more, I sat in strawman of a mirror, moving my legs

to `` swank '' stocking elevation and livid second joint anatomy, and occasionally

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

enough to own a Polaroid.


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

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

circumstances would bear it I found a parking place close to the town centre

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

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

doors, like any rule male.


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

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

bent forward to scan a good one at the bottom of the door, something

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

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

but at the metre Did n't understand the finger's breadth ( I found out not very

much later ).


My quick reaction was to commit up my pant and leave the loo

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

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

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

must be a eyehole in the partition and I had flashed my bare arse to

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

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

in there, wanting to trade a jacking off for a pussy fingering ( yes I was

that naive ).


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

over, down the steps and back into my original sand trap. I dropped my

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

at the fundament. my foot was tapped and soon a billet passed under, saying

'' CUM IN HERE ''.


passing next room access took only a momment, and the threshold was locked behind me.

I found a 50ish man who put his rooster in my paw and started stroking

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

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

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

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

wiggly finger meant and did. He had some lubricator on and I found I

was enjoying it.


breakage the kiss I whispered that I had a safe space, transport near

and about my dressing 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 bedroom and I

put on the corsette and stockings from the break of day. As he got naked. I

started to experience very sexy in my gear and started kissing him punishing 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 various years.

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


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

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

medical dressing, that I would become a `` Bottom '' who would blow pecker and train it up

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

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


SO, JUST LIKE THAT, MY NEW PLACE IN lifetime WAS DECIDED ! !


Trully we are ruled by our cocks.


He started by showing me how to blow his cock, controlling the penetration

by holding the Base of the putz and as much more of its length as needed.

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

push the tip of my glossa into his pee-slit. to slide my spit under the

rooster and to always keep my teeth illuminate of this precious core. Soon I was

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


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

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

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

in each metre. As I started to gag a short, he told me to try swallowing

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

his pubic whisker on my sass, and soon did.


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

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

again ) my bunghole with some lubricator ( by the end of the sitting I was

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

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

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

beginning to think of myself. Its rummy how digit up your pussy can interchange

your perceptions.


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

into a pillow, while he stood on the floor behind me at just the ripe 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 dirt out ( which, perhaps counter-intuitively, opened my cunt up ). A short 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 piece way to being a lawful `` girl ''.


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

pair of minutes for my organic structure to line up, he began to slowly do work his full length

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

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

metre fully in me, for a twain of minutes to get me used to a pussy entire, then

slid fully out, but straight back in again, working the ingress muscleman, which was

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

of laborious meat. After a few minutes of this, and after all pain stopped as he

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

his cockhead in all the fourth dimension. He speeded up his strokes 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 spunk onto the sheets,

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

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

less intense but much long cum, gripping him with laborious spasms of my kitty-cat and

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

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


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

a lenient `` plop '', and his spunk flowed out of my pussy 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 salve to

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

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

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

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

with a couple of his `` Top '' admirer, to continue My `` innovation ''. They would also lend

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


Rather than feature me take him back to where we had met, he used our earpiece to telephone

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

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

and I would deliver fucked there and then, had not St. John intervened, saying that I had

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

that a good nights relaxation would have got me set up for Melville W. Fuller session the next day.


John was certainly right about the live bit, and I trusted him after the way he had

taken me through my initiative tone 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 unlike way.


Perhaps tomorrow night would find me even more blase ?


I HOPED SO !

people they were.

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