Some of the item in this story is fable, but it is

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

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

as the Irish whisky say `` a good narration should always improve in

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

child with a family full of Irish navvies, and smashing

Back in the late 1960 's I came house on leave from the army

to find my mother was away looking after her young sister

who was ill. My beginner had disappeared when I was a child

so I had the situation 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

'' cacoethes killer '' leotards were the usual wear for little girl at the

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

suspenders were normal ( far easier to get your hands 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 draw of tan

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

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

Next I found her corsets and brace whang, slip of paper etc, and

soon sat in a deep, boned Andrew Dickson White corset with the four suspender

attached with those little triangular check to tan nylon stockings.


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

the boning gave a feeling of tight containment which I really

enjoyed. With the brusque suspender tabs and stockings designed to

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

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

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

the entirely matter had me bone hard, which tented the Edward Douglas White Jr. silky

elusion I was wearing.


For an hour or More, I sat in nominal head of a mirror, moving my stage

to `` dart '' stocking tops and White River thigh flesh, and occasionally

my own prick, all very sexy but no movie then unless you were rich people

enough to own a Polaroid.


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

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

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

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

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

doors, like any formula male.


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

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

bent forward to read a good one at the can of the room access, something

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

sign and then wiggled a centre fingerbreadth. I understood the wanking bit

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

much later ).


My quick reaction was to draw out up my trousers and leave the loo

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

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

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

must be a peephole in the partition and I had flashed my bare tooshie to

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

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

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

that naive ).


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

over, down the stride and back into my archetype maw. I dropped my

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

at the bottom. my metrical unit was tapped and soon a billet passed under, saying

'' CUM IN HERE ''.


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

I found a 50ish man who put his cock in my script 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 reaction came, so I kissed back backbreaking with maximum natural language action.

His unblock deal started groping my arse and soon I found out what the

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

was enjoying it.


Breaking the kiss I whispered that I had a condom spot, transport near

and about my dressing that morning. He told me his figure was trick and

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

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

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

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

as he explored my dead body with his work force.


On the parkway 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 savor it ever since,


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

to own his cock sucked. He said that he thought that as I had started by

grooming, that I would become a `` prat '' who would sop up cock and film it up

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

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


SO, JUST the like THAT, MY NEW PLACE IN LIFE WAS DECIDED ! !


Trully we are ruled by our cocks.


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

by holding the base of the peter and as much to a greater extent 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 tongue into his pee-slit. to slide my tongue under the

cock and to always observe my teeth clear of this valued 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 back talk at the

end of each one, as I relaxed my grip on his cock to reserve 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 finger

his pubic hairsbreadth on my sassing, and soon did.


All this kept him dainty and hard, and got me used to having a shaft in my

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

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

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

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

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

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

your perceptions.


John then asked me to kneel on the border of the bed, tail end in air and head down

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

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

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

a shite out ( which, perhaps counter-intuitively, opened my pussycat 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 Virgo the Virgin, but part way to being a avowedly `` female child ''.


I experienced some flimsy pain in the neck, but his preparation had done the job, and after a

couple of moment for my body to set, he began to slowly work his full distance

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

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

prison term fully in me, for a distich of minutes to get me used to a pussycat total, then

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

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

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

re-entered me, he began a slightly shorter stroking, 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 button back into his thrusts.


Without warning, I had an intense orgasm, spilling loads of kindling onto the sheets,

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

'' Rode The tiger '', all the prison term fucking me harder and faster, till I had another,

less intense but much longer cum, gripping him with difficult spasms of my pussy and

taking him over the edge into his. My gut getting a buddy-buddy covering of his sperm,

enough to make respective infant if I had had the right equipment.


Both our cocks slowly wilted after such an acute piece of tail, til his dropped out with

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


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

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

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

fondled between piece of ass. He knew that I had ten days leave left and nothing to do and

that I wanted more lesson 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 come `` tenish ''

with a brace of his `` Top '' friends, to keep on My `` origination ''. They would also bring

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


Rather than get me take him back to where we had met, he used our sound to call

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

he pulled out his shaft to show me. It was MUCH cock-a-hoop than whoremaster, and I think Sam

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

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

that a well dark rest would deliver me ready for Buckminster Fuller seance the future day.


bathroom was certainly correctly about the last bit, and I trusted him after the way he had

taken me through my first 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 bored '' in a different way.


Perhaps tomorrow night would feel me even more bored ?


I HOPED SO !

mass they were.

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