Oh What A Night



I was 20 years old, a sophomore in college, and was living in an apartment with a friend off campus for the first metre in my lifespan. No one in my band of admirer had any idea that I had always felt like I was a girl in my mind. Living in the deep south in the 90's, it wasn't an option to be honest with people. If you had these intuitive feeling, it would be in your best interests to store them as far back in your mind as you possibly could.

No one had a clue that I wore panties almost exclusively. I had 4 or 5 twosome of boxers that I could wear if I was going to be anywhere with others that might take sleepovers or showering in a gym or something, but even then, I often wore panties under my bagger as well. Once you wear them, and feel the fit on your body, it would be hard to not wear them if you were being honest with yourself. That goes for everyone, including all men, though to the highest degree wouldn't admit it.

I had a small accumulation of about 10 pairs of panties, a few bra, some stockings and pantyhose, as well as a small physical composition collection. All of my lingerie was satin and/or nylon, and still is to this day. I love the slinky, shiny, girly fabrics, and be intimate the way they felt so snugly on my rose hip and ass. I even love having panties ride up my crack, and I loved the gentle popping sound the elastic band would make against my pelt when I put my step-in on and adjusted them around my genitalia and ass.

My solicitation of panty and bras has little to do with anything, but I wanted to set the shot of where I was in life story. I was unhappy internally, due to the crossed conducting wire in my head that knew I was a fille. I found a small gash of ataraxis and comfortableness in wearing fille clothes under my regular wearing apparel. It soothed my body and head. Overall, it made me feel more loosen in my situation.

It was Christmas break, and everyone headed home for the holidays. I had a protagonist named Brad that went to a different college than me, and we hadn't seen each early in month. We went out imbibing on the beach with our friends like we always used to do, and then got in his car to head dwelling house.

We were both musician, and his dad was an insurance broker who owned a strip show of retail edifice downtown. He had a vacant building that he would let Brad use to record or drill whenever he was back house. We played together in a senior high school isthmus, and I was familiar with the post. We went by there on our way home at his proposition, and he poured us each a deglutition and put on a Zeppelin CD.

We sat down to talk, and we both talked tinker's damn about some of the lady friend at the beach and so forth. restrain in mind, though I mentioned earlier that I always felt internally that I was a young lady, I was also infatuated with girls. Everything feminine was appealing to me from all angles. I had never hooked up with a guy before, and I shared my innermost persuasion and feelings with no one for fear of repercussions.

"Tracy looked fucking good,"said Brad,"I would love to get into her panties."

I replied,"Yeah, she looked squiffy, just seeing her and Samantha and faith got me horny as hell."

I noticed that Brad subtly touched his junk through his denim. He was looking away from me, but in hindsight, I realize he was planting germ for me to eventually harvest.

He said,"I don't know about you, man, but I get turned on so easily around daughter that it's ridiculous. It's the pillock things like, I love seeing a girls bra strap on her shoulders, or her step-in barely sticking out of her pants, and Spencer Tracy had both of those things going for her tonight at the beach. I was afraid of being busted having a massive hard-on in my pants when we all started dancing."

As he said this, he made a deadening, moot pull on his putz through his jeans, and I could see a clear outline of his relatively large shaft through his knickers. I tried breaking up the scorching hot conversation by suggesting we go out and smoke a cigarette. He agreed, and told me to wait outside for a minute, so I went out and sparked up.

He came walking out a few second later. He had refreshed our drinks, and had a reefer dangling from his lips. He was smiling as he asked for a light, and I obliged. He took a few puffs, and passed it over to me. I took a few puffs as well.

He said,"It's hard coming home and not having any of the girl from school being here, ya make out ?"

I took a few more puffs and agreed with him, then said,"The way I see it, this gives us a prospect to soak up with some of our old protagonist we haven't seen."

"I guess so,"he said,"but I just wan na cool down, get a bombination, and feel good."

With that, he pulled really intemperately at his crotch, looking away from me, then said,"Let's go back in."

I was still smoking a cigarette, so he went ahead of me. I could get wind that he put on a new CD, another Zeppelin record book, Physical Graffiti. I finished my smoke, and walked inside to join him. I was pretty buzzed, and I know he was as well.

When I walked into the back bureau, I noticed he had turned all the lights off, except for a street corner lamp at the diametrical end of the way. He was sitting on the couch, and as I looked closer, I saw that he had no pants on at all. His cock was fully erect, laying on his bare belly, as he was slouched down on the sofa.

"upkeep to join me ?"he smirked, and grabbed his cock, giving it a playful tug."Those pants were bunching up around my dick, I just needed to let it breathe a petty. He continued,"If this makes you uncomfortable, I can put my pants back on."

"It's sang-froid, man,"I said, trying to maintain a good sense of normalcy. I didn't want to make him feel Weird, and was also quite intrigued at the land site of his hard prick. I walked towards the sofa and went to sit down.

"You should take your pants off, too, man. It feels so good to be freed up down there,"he said, as he sort of tugged his cock again.

*note* Keep in judgement, I had only secretly cross-dressed, and imagined being with a guy before, but had never done anything with a guy up to that point in my life. I was equalize component nervous and paranoiac, but there was this underlying tone of exhilaration in a way, as well.

After thinking about it, I nervously said,"Alright, man, sounds good to me,"and began unzipping to pull down my dungaree to awkwardly join him on the couch. It was at that precise moment that I realized that I was wearing a dyad of rap flowered photographic print Victoria's secret Second Skin Satin bikini panty under my dungaree. I had pulled my bloomers all the way down to around my knees when I noticed them, and quickly tried to take out them back up, but it was too late.

He sat up, looked intently at my crotch area, and said,"Hey, are you wearing panties ?"

I was totally busted, with no excuse to blot out behind.

"Yes,"I said sheepishly,"please don't Tell anyone,"I pleaded,"I wear them sometimes on my own, they're really easy, but it's cipher more than that, man."

There was secrecy for a few seconds, when he finally said,"I won't William Tell anyone, I promise. Just sit down and relax."

I was extremely uncomfortable about what had just happened, but still, I proceeded to deplumate my pants back down and was pulling my panties down as well, when he piped up,"Don't take the panty off. give them on, just have a seat."

I did what I was told.

He began asking questions.

"How did you ever get up the cheek to wear pantie ?"he said, while casually toying with himself.

"I dunno,"I replied,"I just saw some in my mom's hamper one day and wondered what they would feel like on my body. I always got turned on seeing girls in their panties and bras. I sometimes find it even hotter than seeing a girl naked,"I said.

This time it was me who subconsciously reached down and tugged my rooster through my shimmering panties.

"So they turn you on ?"he asked.

"They can sometimes,"I replied,"they grip my debris and my ass cheeks so snugly, that I can even get turned on by just walking around and feeling them move with me as I do so."

"Do you imagine being a girl ?"he asked, and I was petrified on how to respond to him.

"I'm clearly a guy, Brad, you know this,"I said,"so I guess not ?"

That wasn't enough of an solvent to hold on him from asking more than questions.

"I know that you're a guy,"he said,"but do you sometimes get off by imagining that you're a female child, in your bra and step-in, and hooking up with a guy ? It would stool sense to me if you did, since you know, you're wearing all of that tight underclothing made from all of that sexy girl fabric and all."

I was spooky about revealing my thoughts and feelings. People we grew up around didn't ever discuss things dealing with any sort of sex or gender outside of the stereotypical man/woman scenarios. I asked if there was any more of that joint left wing, and he said no, but he would cast another one, which he did.

He walked over to the return in the office we were in, and began rolling. I was buzzed for sure, and I just recall sitting back on the couch, wearing nix but pink satin panties, and being hypnotized into staring at Brad, stark naked, with his tight ass face and a raging blooper. I could feel my blink of an eye intensifying, and felt a slight shiver in my dead body. His cover was partially turned to me, and he kept on trying to cover the conversation with me as he worked.

"Energy anyone else in the world know about this, Johnny Reb ?"he asked me,"and how often do you wear thin panties ?"

I was rubbing my cock through my scanty as he spoke, and replied,"No one in the world knows but you, and since I left home base, I pretty much wear pantie 24/7, to be honest."

He chuckled, and shook his head in a form of disbelief at what he was hearing, which made me feel very vulnerable.

"What's so fishy about that ?"I said, feeling like he was laughing at my disbursal, but he said that wasn't the case.

"I'm not laughing at you, man, I just can't believe how shut down we've been for so long and I never knew this side of you, that's all."

That was a fair plenty response, given the circumstances. He continued,

"I mean, you're not gay, and you know I'm not gay, so in a way, I kinda think it's hot that you're that in air with yourself. I have 4 Sister, and I would be lying if I said I hadn't touched a pair of their scanty to my cock when jacking off, but I never went all the way to the distributor point of putting them on. I was always terrified at the estimation of being caught by one of them."

I understood what he was saying. I had no sisters, but I had a very attractive mom who dressed as girly as a woman possibly could. I had two pal and an old school dad, so there was a lot of testosterone flowing in my house.

"I didn't get really unplayful about wearing them all the meter until I got out on my own and knew my world was individual. Then it just became my little secret delight,"I told him, and by now, I didn't even realize that I was constantly rubbing my tool through my panties and it was so hard that it kept trying to burst through the satin patch.

"That's idle,"he said, as he sparked the joint up and started walking towards me. He took a few big pulling, then stood right in front of me, his giant throbbing cock at full attention, at my eye level, and handed me the marijuana cigarette. I took a few pulls as well, and was trying to act like I wasn't 100 % focused on his tool. I handed the joint back to him, and he sat down next to me, this time often closer.

"Has anyone else ever touched you down there while you were wearing pantie ?"he asked, taking another clout off the joint, while teasing his cock with his early hand.

"No,"I replied,"I never intended to get busted wearing them, you are the first of all person who has ever known about this in my life."

He then said,"Alright, come stuffy, I am going to do a shotgun hit for you."

A shotgun hit on a joint is when one person turns the burning end of the joint around and puts it in their sass, then they blow outward, and it shoots a current of bullet into another person's sass. I remember"Kashmir"started playing on the CD player. I turned to him, got really finish to his mouth, and he flipped the marijuana cigarette around and started blowing smoke into my rima oris. As soon as he finished, and my lungs were at full capacitance, he pulled the joint out and said,

"Now you blow it back into my mouth, get closer, baby."

I barely noticed he called me sister, but put my lip seriously close to his and started exhaling. As I did, our backtalk kind of touched. At first, we both moved backwards a little bit, and we both were smiling. After 10 or so s, we both kept inching our lips closer and closer until they were locked. We kissed passionately and gently, all backtalk for about a minute. As prison term went by, I could palpate his tongue inching its way into my trembling mouth, and he began going deeply and aggressively down my throat, and I remember me locking my lips on it, sucking it like it was a cock.

At that here and now, I felt his hand on my privates, rubbing my hawkshaw through my panty. It was like cypher I had ever felt before. My entire torso was tingling, and I was breathing heavier than I ever had in my lifetime. My inherent aptitude was to catch his almost cartoonish looking giant, throbbing prick, and commence gently stroking it with my hired hand, as we kept on kissing.

He started rubbing me all over my body, pulling me closely into him and we embraced. His arms wrapped around me, and both of his handwriting each grabbed an ass cheek through my panty. He inched his way down from my sassing with his facial expression, slowly kissing my neck and berm, and his sassing made its way to my nipples. He began sucking on one of them and I thought I was going to cum right field then. It seriously had me panting like a bitch in heat.

"Oh my god,"I gasped,"Oh, fuck baby that feels amazing,"and with each scuttlebutt I would make, he would go to the other nipple and start sucking it as well, all the while his manus were fully gripping my ass nerve, pulling them apart, sticking fingers into my cocksucker through my panties. I couldn't take it anymore, I felt like I was about to start shooting spurts of cum with each move he would make on me. My entire eubstance had turned into a giant erogenous zone.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I want to suck your peter, baby,"I said to him, in between deeply and feverish breaths and amazing waves of internal pleasure.

With that, he pulled back, got up on his knees, held his putz by the base, and said,"Come get it."

I turned to him, laid down on my belly facing him, and put my lip right on the tip of his pecker. He moaned in delight, and I began playing with the head in my backtalk. It would jump and spasm with each lick or kiss I would throw it. I couldn't fucking believe I was actually licking and sucking on a cock. Not just a cock, but a decent, fat cock that was attached to the nice soundbox of a sweet, good looking guy. I had imagined it countless time, but the real thing was way better than anything my imagination was able to come up with.

I never really knew I would actually relish servicing a tool as much as I was enjoying this. As I was licking and kissing on Brad's cock, I began to actualize what the drive force behind my fantasizing about being a girl and being with a guy really was. Girls always gave me pleasure.

In my head, every undivided thing about being a girl seemed puzzle, from their looks, to their minds, to their olfactory modality, even to their social roles. I envied all of those things, without even mentioning the obvious luxuries like clothes, lingerie, makeup, hair, and being pursued by men that want to love and fuck them. I've heard a lot of cleaning lady complain about being objectified by men. I've never been able-bodied to fully understand that. sexual objectification of me by men would be like a aspiration to me if I were a hot cleaning lady. But anyway, back to the story…

"That feels veridical soundly,"said Brad,"are you sure you've never done this before ?"

I smiled, bobbed my head up and down on his dick to about the halfway sucker and said,"I'm positive degree I've never done this before, but I've watched a lot of pornography, and have secretly fantasized about doing it for a retentive clip,"as I continued going up and down on his throbbing cock.

"I can't say I've fantasized about sucking a prick,"he replied,"but I have fantasized about you sucking my prick for a longsighted time."

This intrigued me, and also really turned me on. I smiled and replied,"Oh, really ? Me, in particular ?"then I took him into my mouth as far as I could before gagging on it, which really woke up my saliva secreter, and caused him to moan in delight. He began leaning over to get his work force on my crotch and ass. I suggested we lay opposite of one another on the couch, so he could be down by my ass, and I could remain laser focused on his cock, and so we did it.

He began rubbing my panties between my peg where my puss should have been, and continued explaining himself to me. I began sucking his putz a lot more intensely as he began rubbing around on my genital organ and ass cheeks.

"Yeah, while I'm not gay, and neither are you,"he said, as I was literally sucking his cock and he was toying with my asshole,"I have always thought you were cute for a guy, and I know how passionate and loving you can be from the song you write. I always found that to be a turn on."

The fact that he thought I was cute was extremely flattering to me, and the fact that he was into the honey and rage I displayed through song lyrics made me eager to satisfy his every desire as best I could. I took my back talk off of his stopcock, and gently put one of his balls in my mouth. They were huge ! I had read in some porn mag about how to lactate on chunk, and the advice was to be very legal tender with them, as they are extremely sensitive.

I put one into my back talk, and he groaned in rapture, which in turn made me groan in ecstasy, which vibrated on his balls and made him jerk unnaturally. I suckled on it a fiddling bit more, then let it out and took his other one in. At that spot, I felt a trade name new unbelievable sensation run through me. He had bunched my scanty up onto my right hip, and licked my rumple hole. As he did, I felt a little dribble of cum spurt out of my now flaccid dick, which may as well have been a button at this point.

It's amazing how your body can react to your creative thinker in intimate situations. I had gone soft as I began to take up Brad's tool, but my entire pelvic region had begun tingling in pleasance the instant that I put his large cock head and shaft into my mouth, and my shaft was very much participating in the pleasure that was taking situation right below it in my milksop pussy.

He spit into my pussy a duo of meter, slapped my ass cheeks sweetly, then held onto my hip with one hand, and stuck a fingerbreadth from his other hand slowly into me. He didn't get very far, maybe half of his finger went inside of me, and I felt another uncontrollable jet of cum shoot out of me as he did. This made me extremely turned on, and I released his lump out of my oral fissure and grabbed his cock like it was a microphone and I was Mick Jagger.

"Oh yeah, child,"he said,"suck that fucking cock baby, you're an baffle mother fucker, baby."

He was working his fingerbreadth in and out of my pussy, stopping to re-lubricate it every so often with his spit, and I would wriggle in pleasure and suck his cock even harder than I already was. I felt his pelvic arch thrusting into my typeface, then I felt another finger going inside of me. I had two fingerbreadth inside of me, and began grinding on them as he pushed them in and out of my quivering hole.

"shtup my font, daddy,"I whispered, in between nonstop slug and suck,"fuck my face, daddy."

Apparently, he loved hearing me call him daddy. He began pumping his cock down my pharynx, and working his two finger's breadth in and out of my pussy at a fevered pace.

"If I'm your daddy, then you're my baby, understand ?"he grunted to me, as I was willfully gagging on his engorged and delightful cock.

"Yes, daddy,"I replied,"I'm your sister female child, daddy, I want to eat your cum, daddy."

With that, he began bucking his hips into my face, and his cock was going all the way down my pharynx, past where my tonsils would have been. I felt like was going to die from not being able-bodied to suspire, and frankly, I was feeling so much delight from chief to toe that I don't think I would have cared.

I could savor what I later learned was pre-cum, and it tasted amazing. I began spurting cum nonstop in my panties with every stab he made into my lip and into my snatch. The guilt that sometimes accompanies orgasms for me came and went in the wink of an eye. It wasn't really about me, it was all about him, and I wanted to make him cum like a firehose. He had developed a rhythm between fucking my face with his prick, and fucking my pussy with his fingers, so that I had something penetrating one of my mess at all multiplication, and it had me soaking wet.

"This is it, baby,"he panted to me,"I'm about to explode."

I was slurping at his pecker and replied,"I can't wait to drink your cum, daddy, hold it to me !"

With that, he gave his cock one toilsome stroke, said,"surface up, baby,"and aimed it right at my mouth.

He pulled his fingers out of my kitty, and his shaft out of mouth, and turned around so that he was facing the Lapp way as me. He pushed me down bland on the sofa, and straddled my dresser, pinning my arms back with his knee joint. I was practically out of breath, tears streaming down my cheeks from gagging so badly on his cock, and my back talk were shivering in delight.

I opened my lip, and the arcminute I did, he groaned and shot a huge rophy of cum that hit my lips and went into my mouth, all over my bore tongue, like it had been shot from a gun. It was so forceful, that part of it overshot my mouth, and hit me in the nose and cheek. It was so warm and delicious. I began wiping it off of my facial expression and bringing it to my lips. He shot another smaller squirt that hit my Chin, and at that point in time, I wasn't volition to risk any of his cum going anywhere else former than into my mouth and down my throat.

I wriggled my arms free, grabbed both of his ass cheeks, and forced him forward so that his cock was back in my oral cavity. He began groaning in delight, and cum started flowing like a river into the back of my throat. I had tears streaming down my cheeks from inhaling his turncock as deeply as I could. He started bucking his rose hip, fucking my mouth like it was a pussy, and shooting his baby batter nonstop.

I felt my cushy yet very awake cock leaking uncontrollably with each push he made into my mouth. It felt unlike any other orgasm I had ever experienced. Each secretion made my entire body thrill in delight. I loved having no world power to pass water it block up. My panties were so drenched in sissy cum that it looked like I had been in a bath. He had so much cum !

His chest was heaving, he was sweating and breathing heavily, like he had just run a marathon. I was glowing in pleasance, I felt so juicy, so liberated, so satisfied. I was taking it down as often as I could, drinking him in, enjoying my feeding, when he began to slow his heart. I did not want it to end, though, so as he began to pluck his cock out of my backtalk and plump for up, I sweetly pushed him backwards so that he would fall back on the couch.

As he went to lay on his back, I moved right along with him, keeping my brim fastened to his still stiff rod. We both may possess been done cumming for the moment, but I wasn't done enjoying his cock in my pharynx, and wasn't going to break unless I was forced to.

His dick became a little softer after cumming, but I wasn't deterred. He chuckled a little bit and said,"Oh my god that was amazing,"as he was laying there trying to regain his calmness."It was the corking climax I ever had."

I mumbled a muffled reaction to him as I continued to suck on his cock.

"We should probably go,"he said,"but we should do this again over the break of serve,"but I wasn't finished.

I slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth long enough to say,"Why don't you just relax for a mo, and let me keep worshipping your cock as you do, daddy ?"

He went to say something else, when I reached up and put my finger's breadth over his lips, silently telling him to shut out up and enjoy it. He took my finger, put it into his back talk, and started sucking on it. At that here and now, I felt his Delicious putz outset to harden again, and knew my programme was working….

To be continued ? You tell me…. ?