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

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

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

as the Irish Gaelic say `` a unspoiled tale should always amend in

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

tyke with a house good of Irish navvies, and great

vertebral column in the belated 1960 's I came home on leave from the army

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

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

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 fearsome

'' passion killer '' leotards were the usual wear for girls at the

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

suspenders were convention ( far well-to-do to get your script in a

fille 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 mother knickers and found lots of tan

stockings ( not much choice of colours then, even pitch blackness was rarefied

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

Next I found her corset and suspender belts, slips etc, and

soon sat in a deep, boned white girdle with the four gallus

attached with those little triangular tablet to tan nylon stockings.


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

the boning gave a feeling of plastered containment which I really

enjoyed. With the short brace tablet and stockings designed to

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

the bottom of my arse cheeks at the seat and pressed hard on

the base of my pecker at the social movement, giving delightful feelings,

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

slip I was wearing.


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

to `` twinkle '' stocking tops and snowy second joint flesh, and occasionally

my own stopcock, all very sexy but no pics then unless you were productive

enough to own a Polaroid.


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

up and with `` convention '' apparel on drove into the nearby market Town. As

fate would consume it I found a parking blank space close to the town centre

populace toilets, the old metro type, now sadly gone in most places.

This small town loo only had two cakehole, but I would go and say both

door, like any normal male.


Soon I was sat in a yap reading the dirty fib, still at that

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

bent forward to learn a good one at the seat of the door, something

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

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

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

much later ).


My immediate chemical reaction was to deplume up my trouser and leave the loo

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

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

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

must be a peephole in the divider and I had flashed my bare fanny to

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

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

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

that naive ).


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

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

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

at the behind. my understructure was tapped and soon a short letter passed under, saying

'' CUM IN here ''.


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

I found a 50ish man who put his cock in my hired hand 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 chemical reaction came, so I kissed back heavily with maximum tongue action.

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

wiggly finger mean and did. He had some lubricating substance on and I found I

was enjoying it.


breakage the kiss I whispered that I had a secure place, raptus near

and about my dressing 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 home base we went to the chamber and I

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

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

as he explored my body with his script.


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 enjoy it ever since,


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

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

Dressing, that I would become a `` buns '' who would imbibe cock and take it up

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

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


SO, JUST like THAT, MY NEW post IN life-time WAS DECIDED ! !


Trully we are ruled by our cocks.


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

by holding the foundation of the cock and as much more of its duration as needed.

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

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

cock and to always hold my dentition clear of this cute meat. Soon I was

really getting into it with my head word 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 sec or so, keeping him deep in my oral cavity at the

end of each one, as I relaxed my bobby pin on his cock to set aside 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 find

his pubic hairs on my mouth, and soon did.


All this kept him skillful and heavy, and got me used to having a cock in my

sassing and pharynx for extended flow. 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 twat to their full distance, stroking in and out and round and round

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

beginning to think of myself. Its curious how fingers up your pussy can deepen

your perceptions.


John 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 right 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 pussy up ). A dead 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 role way to being a true `` girl ''.


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

brace of moment for my body to adjust, he began to slowly ferment his to the full duration

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

the hairs that had tickled my mentum, now tickled my face. Again he paused, this

time fully in me, for a couple of hour to get me used to a pussy wax, then

slid fully out, but straight back in again, working the entree brawn, which was

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

of hard meat. After a few minutes 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 clock time. He speeded up his cam stroke and said `` now we are really

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


Without warning, I had an vivid orgasm, spilling loads of spunk onto the piece of paper,

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

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

less acute but much foresightful cum, gripping him with voiceless muscle spasm of my pussy and

taking him over the bound into his. My bowel getting a thick coating of his spermatozoan,

enough to create 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 soft `` plop '', and his spunk flowed out of my twat and joined that on the sheets.


trick stayed several Sir Thomas More time of day, fucking me twice more, by which time he was knackered

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

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

fondled between fucks. He knew that I had ten days leave left and nix to do and

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

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

with a match of his `` Top '' booster, to continue My `` induction ''. They would also bring

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


Rather than take in me conduct him back to where we had met, he used our phone to telephone

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

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

and I would get fucked there and then, had not trick intervened, saying that I had

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

that a good Night repose would hold me ready for R. Buckminster Fuller Sessions the next day.


John was certainly good about the lastly bit, and I trusted him after the way he had

taken me through my showtime stairs 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 tire '' in a different way.


Perhaps tomorrow night would find me even more bored ?


I HOPED SO !

people they were.

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