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

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

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

as the Irish people say `` a good tale should always amend in

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

child with a sign full of Irish whiskey drudge, and great

Back in the late 1960 's I came home on leave of absence from the Army

to find my mother was away looking after her jr. sister

who was ill. My Fatherhood had disappeared when I was a sister

so I had the lieu 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

'' love killer '' tights were the usual wearable for young lady at the

time, I had begun my interest in fille when stockings and

suspenders were normal ( far wanton to get your hands in a

girls 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 draftsman and found scores of tan

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

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

Next I found her corsets and suspender smash, slips etc, and

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

attached with those footling triangular tabs 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 curt gallus tab key and stockings designed to

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

the prat of my arse cheek at the nates and pressed hard on

the Qaeda of my stopcock at the front, giving delightful feelings,

the whole affair had me bone hard, which tented the ashen silky

slip I was wearing.


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

to `` flash '' stocking tops and gabardine thigh build, and occasionally

my own hammer, all very aphrodisiac but no pics then unless you were rich

enough to own a Polaroid.


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

up and with `` normal '' wearing apparel on drove into the nearby market town. As

fate would have it I found a parking place close to the township centre

world stool, the old clandestine character, now sadly gone in well-nigh places.

This small Ithiel Town loo only had two hole, but I would go and understand both

door, like any normal male.


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

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

bent forward to study a adept one at the bottom of the door, something

touched my brake 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 time Did n't sympathize the finger's breadth ( I found out not very

much later ).


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

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

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

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

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

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

fingerbreadth wiggling had me. I even considered that there was a vernal lady friend

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

that uninstructed ).


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

over, down the footmark and back into my original lying in wait. I dropped my

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

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

'' CUM IN HERE ''.


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

I found a 50ish man who put his cock in my mitt 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 gratifying before any

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

His absolve handwriting started groping my arse and soon I found out what the

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

was enjoying it.


break the buss I whispered that I had a condom space, transport near

and about my dressing that good morning. He told me his name was King John and

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

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

put on the corsette and stockings from the first light. As he got nude. I

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

as he explored my physical structure 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 several years.

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


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

to birth his putz sucked. He said that he thought that as I had started by

medical dressing, that I would get a `` Bottom '' who would suck cock and take it up

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

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


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


Trully we are ruled by our cocks.


He started by showing me how to suck his putz, controlling the penetration

by holding the base of the peter and as much More of its distance as needed.

I learned to flake off back the foreskin from the helmet with my sass and to

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

cock and to always keep back my tooth clear of this precious centre. Soon I was

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


He told me to slacken down, as he wanted to pop my cherry red, 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 hammer to admit a little more

in each time. As I started to gag a trivial, he told me to try swallowing

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

his pubic hairs on my lips, 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 periods. 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 `` snatch '' ). One, two, then three fingers

entered my snatch to their replete duration, stroking in and out and round and unit of ammunition

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

beginning to retrieve of myself. Its peculiar how fingers up your pussy can change

your perceptions.


bathroom 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 storey behind me at just the right hight to

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

kitty-cat, pushing firmly forward and telling me to try to act as if I was pushing

a poop out ( which, perhaps counter-intuitively, opened my puss up ). A curtly 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 portion way to being a honest `` girl ''.


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

couple of minutes for my body to adjust, he began to slowly make for his replete 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 cheeks. Again he paused, this

time fully in me, for a couple of second to get me used to a pussycat wide-cut, then

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

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

of hard marrow. After a few minutes of this, and after all annoyance stopped as he

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

his cockhead in all the metre. He speeded up his apoplexy and said `` now we are really

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


Without warning, I had an intense orgasm, spilling rafts of spunk onto the sheet,

corsette and stockings, and thrashing about moaning. He gripped my articulatio coxae 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 hard spasms of my pussy and

taking him over the edge into his. My gut getting a thick coating of his sperm,

enough to micturate various baby if I had had the right equipment.


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

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


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

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

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

fondled between ass. He knew that I had ten daylight leave left and nil to do and

that I wanted more object lesson in sex. He told me that after today, he might only manage

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

with a couple of his `` Top '' Quaker, to continue My `` initiation ''. They would also institute

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


Rather than have me bring him back to where we had met, he used our speech sound to name

one of those friends, 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 have fucked there and then, had not John intervened, saying that I had

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

that a good nights rest would induce me ready for Melville W. Fuller session the next day.


Saint John was certainly properly 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 Nox would find me even more drill ?


I HOPED SO !

the great unwashed they were.

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