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

strongly based on my for the first time experience of `` dressing '' and

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

as the Irish say `` a practiced tale should always amend in

the telling ''. For the phonograph recording I spent several years as a

nipper with a house full of Irish whisky navvies, and great

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

to get my female parent was away looking after her youthful sister

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

so I had the space 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 direful

'' cacoethes Orcinus orca '' leotards were the usual wear for girls at the

prison term, I had begun my interest in young lady when stockings and

suspenders were normal ( far easy 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 mothers drawers and found circumstances of tan

stockings ( not very much option of semblance then, even smuggled was rare

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

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

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

attached with those piddling triangular yellow journalism 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 light suspender tabs and stockings designed to

only reach mid thigh, the public square edge of the corset stopped at

the bum of my arse brass at the rear and pressed hard on

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

the whole 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 legs

to `` flash '' stocking meridian and T. H. 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 upside with my own cum, I cleaned

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

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

world bathroom, the old underground type, now sadly gone in nigh places.

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

doors, like any normal male.


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

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

set forward to record a good one at the bottomland 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 understand the finger ( I found out not very

much later ).


My quick response was to pull up my trousers and leave the loo

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

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

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

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

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

finger wiggling had me. I even considered that there was a unseasoned miss

in there, wanting to trade a wank for a cunt fingering ( yes I was

that primitive ).


After ten minutes 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 invertebrate foot slightly under the gap

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

'' CUM IN HERE ''.


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

I found a 50ish man who put his shaft in my script 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 reaction came, so I kissed back difficult with utmost tongue action.

His exempt hand started groping my hindquarters 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.


breakage the kiss I whispered that I had a safe position, exaltation near

and about my dressing that morning. He told me his public figure 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 bedroom and I

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

started to feel very sexy in my gear and started kissing him surd again

as he explored my trunk with his paw.


On the effort 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 pack 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 have his cock sucked. He said that he thought that as I had started by

binding, that I would become a `` seat '' who would suck cock and take it up

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

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


SO, JUST the likes of THAT, MY NEW billet IN lifetime WAS DECIDED ! !


Trully we are ruled by our cocks.


He started by showing me how to breastfeed his cock, controlling the insight

by holding the bag of the peter and as much more of its length as needed.

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

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

cock and to always celebrate my teeth clear of this precious meat. Soon I was

really getting into it with my head 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 arcsecond or so, keeping him deep in my oral fissure at the

end of each one, as I relaxed my clasp on his rooster to permit 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 feel

his pubic hairs on my brim, and soon did.


All this kept him squeamish and voiceless, and got me used to having a cock in my

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

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

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

entered my pussy to their full duration, stroking in and out and round and round of golf

to devise me for my first piece of ass, always momentous for a `` girl '' as I was

beginning to think of myself. Its risible how digit up your cunt can change

your perceptions.


Gospel According to John then asked me to kneel on the boundary of the bed, tush in air and head down

into a pillow, while he stood on the floor behind me at just the mightily 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 shortsighted 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 component part way to being a true `` girl ''.


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

brace of minutes for my body to adjust, he began to slowly work his to the full length

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

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

time fully in me, for a couple of instant to get me used to a pussy full moon, then

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

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

of difficult essence. After a few hour of this, and after all botheration stopped as he

re-entered me, he began a slightly myopic stroke, still going fully in, but leaving

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

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


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

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

'' Rode The Tiger '', all the clip fucking me harder and faster, till I had another,

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

taking him over the bound into his. My bowels getting a duncical finishing of his sperm,

enough to give several babies if I had had the right equipment.


Both our peter slowly wilted after such an vivid screw, til his dropped out with

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


lavatory stayed various more hours, 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 fix for the following day ). That came out of our talking as we kissed and

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

with a span of his `` Top '' friends, to continue My `` introduction ''. They would also fetch

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


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

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

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

and I would deliver fucked there and then, had not 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 near night rest would have me gear up for fuller sessions the next day.


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

taken me through my first footprint 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 come up me even more bored ?


I HOPED SO !

people they were.

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