Some of the detail in this news report is fiction, but it is

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

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

as the Irish whiskey say `` a good fib should always improve in

the recounting ''. For the record I spent several yr as a

youngster with a theatre fully of Irish peon, and large

rear in the recent 1960 's I came family on leave from the US Army

to find my mother was away looking after her younger sister

who was ill. My male parent had disappeared when I was a baby

so I had the billet to myself. All my old checkmate were working

during the day and pussywhipped by their wives/girlfriends in

the evening.


By day three I was bored silly and, although the dire

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

time, I had begun my interest group in young woman when stockings and

suspenders were normal ( far easier to get your script in a

girls bloomers 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 underdrawers and found lots of tan

stockings ( not much pick of colours then, even black was rarified

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

Next I found her corsets and suspender rap, strip etc, and

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

attached with those niggling three-sided check to tan nylon stockings.


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

the boning gave a opinion of stiff containment which I really

enjoyed. With the short suspender tabs and stockings designed to

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

the bottom of my arse impudence at the rump and pressed hard on

the pedestal of my pecker at the front, giving delightful feelings,

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

slip of paper I was wearing.


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

to `` flash '' stocking tops and White thigh flesh, and occasionally

my own cock, all very sexy but no pics then unless you were rich

enough to own a Polaroid.


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

up and with `` normal '' apparel on swarm into the nearby grocery store township. As

fate would birth it I found a park place close to the town centre

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

This minuscule town loo only had two lying in wait, but I would go and read both

doorway, like any normal male.


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

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

bent forward to understand a beneficial one at the butt of the door, something

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

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

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

much later ).


My quick reaction was to pull up my trouser and leave the loo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that naif ).


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

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

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

at the bottom. my foot was tapped and soon a note of hand passed under, saying

'' CUM IN here ''.


Going adjacent door took only a momment, and the doorway was locked behind me.

I found a 50ish man who put his turncock in my manus 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 firmly with maximum tongue action.

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

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

was enjoying it.


break the kiss I whispered that I had a safe place, tape transport near

and about my stuffing that morning. He told me his epithet 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 bedchamber and I

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

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

as he explored my body with his hands.


On the driveway 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 savour it ever since,


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

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

grooming, that I would become a `` hindquarters '' who would lactate cock and demand it up

my prat. 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 like THAT, MY NEW space IN LIFE WAS DECIDED ! !


Trully we are ruled by our cocks.


He started by showing me how to draw his turncock, controlling the insight

by holding the substructure of the cock and as much more of its distance as needed.

I learned to peel back the prepuce from the helmet with my rim and to

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

cock and to always hold open my teeth clearly of this cherished meat. Soon I was

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


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

do one `` bob '' every five secondment or so, keeping him deep in my backtalk at the

end of each one, as I relaxed my grip on his tool to give up a little more

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

as his cockhead entered my throat, which helped, and I really wanted to sense

his pubic hairs on my lips, and soon did.


All this kept him prissy and concentrated, 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 lubricant ( by the end of the session I was

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

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

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

beginning to suppose of myself. Its funny how fingers up your pussy can exchange

your perceptions.


whoremaster 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 right hand hight to

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

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

a crap out ( which, perhaps counter-intuitively, opened my pussy up ). A short period

of press, and then his cockhead just slid through with an inch or so below

the helmet, I was no longer a virgin, but share way to being a true `` miss ''.


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

couple of arcminute for my soundbox to aline, he began to slowly work his full-of-the-moon length

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

the hair that had tickled my chin, now tickled my impertinence. Again he paused, this

time fully in me, for a couple of minutes to get me used to a cunt full, then

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

still slightly painful, as well as getting my deeper bowels used to the intrusion

of hard meat. After a few minute of arc of this, and after all pain stopped as he

re-entered me, he began a slightly shorter cerebrovascular accident, 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 campaign back into his thrusts.


Without warning, I had an vivid orgasm, spilling stacks of nerve onto the flat solid,

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

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

less intense but much longer cum, gripping him with hard spasms of my kitty and

taking him over the sharpness into his. My intestine getting a thick covering of his sperm,

enough to make respective babies if I had had the aright equipment.


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

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


John stayed various more time of day, fucking me twice more, by which time he was knackered

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

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

fondled between fucks. He knew that I had ten daylight leave left and nothing to do and

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

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

with a couple of his `` Top '' ally, to persist in My `` knowledgeableness ''. They would also take

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


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

one of those supporter, Sam, to peck him up. he came in briefly and after unveiling,

he pulled out his cock to show me. It was MUCH great than St. John, 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 first of all day and could be damaged or put-off by more. But

that a good nights residuum would suffer me quick for fuller sessions the adjacent day.


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

taken me through my first steps 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 tire and finished it `` very bored '' in a different way.


Perhaps tomorrow night would find me even more bored ?


I HOPED SO !

people they were.

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