Alisons First Time

8/18/2005

Alisons First Time
by Alison
A story about the life of a transvestite and the loss of her
virginity, not true but hoping it will happen soon.
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This was my first meeting with Dave and my first time with
a man. It was also the first time that I had been seen dressed
as Alison. I wanted for everything to be just perfect and
right. I had thought about this moment for a long time and
how I would react, but as yet the nerves had not set in and
I felt quit relaxed. Maybe I've got more used to being
a girl than I had thought. Perhaps the hormones I had been
taking had had an effect on my mind aswell as my body and that
the maleness in me was dying away?
I’ve been crossdressing since the age of eight. I started
out using my elder sisters clothes. She was five years older
than myself so she had all I required and in my size. I felt
at that early age that something in me was different from
other boys and I fantasised and dreamed of turning into
a girl. I even sat down on the toilet to urinate and still
do. At the age of about ten years old I became fascinated
by women and their clothes. I still don't know what
caused my fascination. I do know that my interest increased
with each passing day. Maybe it was puberty, or an imbalance
of hormones as I've recently come to believe, I was
a person born genetically different. All I'm really
sure of is ... I'm glad it happened.
The initial stages of my quest for feminine knowledge took
the form of comparing women when they weren't conscious
of my appraisal. I scrutinised the manner in which women
dressed, how they walked, how they talked, how they motioned
and how they carried themselves. I spent every possible
moment of my free-time secretly scanning department store
catalogues and my mothers women's magazines, paying
particular attention to the clothing, the shoes and the
lingerie. I committed to memory all the various types and
styles of feminine apparel. I studied any advertisement
describing the benefits of the materials from which women's
garments were manufactured. In an effort to fully understand
how these fabrics "moved" when worn, I studied
women and . Naturally I took great pleasure
in sneaking peeks up a woman's dress when an unguarded
moment offered itself. Initially I peeked up their skirts
in order to see their hose and lingerie, since I was then
too young to be influenced by sexual curiosity. Most of
the time, the woman never even noticed, but when a woman
did catch me in the act, she usually dismissed it as the normal
actions of a rude but curious young boy, or possibly she
may have considered my interest a compliment.
My mother spent her time doing all the wonderful things,
around the house and garden, that a woman of means was able,
she did not work as my farther had a well paid job. She encouraged
me to participate alongside her in many of her endeavours
... and I did. Since there was but the two of us most of the
time, my sister away at school and my father on business
trips, I helped with many of the household chores that would
normally have been considered "woman's work".
I helped her with the shopping, the cleaning, the washing,
the cooking and I also learned how to iron. One of the chores
that I later came to enjoy was washing clothes. It gave me
the opportunity to examine her clothing. At first, none
of her most delicate lingerie showed up in the laundry.
When I questioned her as to their whereabouts, she explained.

"Oh! I felt you might be a little embarrassed handling
my more delicate lingerie. Most are confused
and embarrassed by the differences between men's
and women's clothes and the materials of which they're
made. In addition, some of my "things" are so
dainty they must be hand washed in the bathroom sink, laid
out on a towel a certain way to dry and folded differently
then my other clothes. I'd rather do them myself than
cause you to become embarrassed. After I assured her I wouldn't
be embarrassed, she taught me how to care for her finer lingerie.
She even turned it into a teasing game between us. Now I had
the opportunity to compare the knowledge I had garnered
from the catalogues against some of the actual items. I
learned how bras could be adjusted and how they clipped
in back. I learned how to wrap a suspender belt around my
waist, clip it in front, and then "spin" it around
till it faced front. I learned how decidedly different
the textures of women's clothes were from my own clothes.
I learned why girdles where made from different materials,
combined together in order to stretch at certain points
and to hold firmly at others. I also learned how the different
types of bras performed their functions in shaping, lifting
and moulding a woman's breasts to enhance her appearance.
Whenever she went clothes shopping, I made sure I was invited
to go along with her. I acted boyishly embarrassed in the
dress and lingerie departments, but in reality, I loved
being where most "men had never gone before".
It gave me the opportunity to see, up close, all the "special"
sexy clothes my mother and other women wore. She would notice
my "false" embarrassment and tease me by holding
some sexy lingerie against herself and ask.
"How do you think it would look on me?"
I would sheepishly smile, head bowed, and offer my opinion.
Often, my she would have me hold a dress up against myself
for her to supposedly view the length even though we both
knew I wasn't as tall as she. It was just a game we played.
Both of us knew she was just teasing and both of us enjoyed
the game. Afterwards, she would treat me to a sundae or shake
at the local cafe. This was her way of making up to me for the
teasing. My assisting her whenever she shopped, helped
to further develop the close relationship in which the
two of us enjoyed being with each other more than being with
anyone else. Because of this, she treated me differently
than the way most get treated by their female
relatives. She still viewed me as a , but offered me
many opportunities to partake of adult experiences.
My sister would return home from school during the holidays.
She had grown a lot, filling out as girls do and as I grew older,
the fantasies became more complex. Initially, I tried
to picture myself as her sister not her brother. I attempted
to insert my mind into her body, "feeling" how
she dressed, walked and moved. I would envision her dress
draped over my imagined breasts, drawn tightly across
my firm derriere, as the hem swirled around my nylon encased
knees when I walked across a room in my 3" heels. I even
imagined I could "sense" as my breasts "jiggled"
with each step. I pictured my smooth shaven legs encased
in her sheer nylons and my arched feet in her high heels.
I could visualise my maleness surrounded by her sheer panties.
My recently developed sensitive balls "floating"
within the delightfully cool and silky material. I did
enjoy my illusions, but was always left wanting. Therefore
I was compelled to create new mental images.
The furtive cross dressing went on until I left home. During
that time, I would sneak up to my sisters room every chance
I was alone in the house. At times I was able to "steal"
a pair of panties, a bra and nylons from the laundry hamper.
I learned to push my testicles aside, fold back my little
penis, squeeze my thighs together and slither the delicate
material up my legs and around my bum. This gave me the "look"
of the feminine vee where my legs joined my abdomen. I would
gently tease and squeeze my smooth, panty covered bum as
I "dreamed" of girlhood. Later, I would slip
on a dress, using my balled up socks, to give the illusion
of feminine breasts. This was a poor substitute for real
ones, but was the best I could manage. When I tried putting
on the nylons, they always fell down to my ankles (I had no
suspenders). Disappointed, I would slip my hands inside
them and gently rub them across my face, neck and legs. Later,
I would lift the hem of my dress, move my panties aside, and
stroke my penis, all the while fantasising about my sister
and my being female. Sometimes, I would "prance"
from one end of the house to the other, revelling in the feel
of the clothes and the fantasy of being a girl. I would sit
on a chair, cross my thighs in a most proper manner and view
myself in a mirror I had properly positioned for just that
purpose. I would slowly raise the hem above my knees and
part my slender thighs so I could see the small band of coloured
nylon covering my "vagina". Once, I even borrowed
my farthers Polaroid camera and took photos of my feminised
reflection.
Acting the parts of my female self and my sister, I created
conversations between the two of us. This helped me develop
a distinctly feminine voice pitched slightly higher,
yet softer than my own. These glorious moments, lost in
my transgender fantasy world, made my desire to cross dress
stronger with each passing day. Later, I would return the
borrowed "pretties" to the hamper and assume
my mother never noticed the few times I left a stain. Many
a night, alone in my bedroom, I used the pictures to relive
the experiences, masturbating myself to sleep.
At the age of seventeen I left home for the lights and life
of London and a career in aviation. When my male friends
looked at girls it was because they fancied them. When I
looked at a girl it was because I wanted to be her and have
her feelings and her clothes. I had read about and thought
about going for sexual reassignment but something in me
kept me from doing it. I really wish I had gone down the road
of a sex change then in my teenage years as it would get harder
later in life to do. I lost my virginity to my first girlfriend
at the age of twenty one. This relationship lasted one year
due to the fact that I was sent by my company to work in another
city. The long range relationship does not work. It was
another three years before I had another girl friend. During
that three years I tried hard to suppress my female feelings
by being busy all the time. Work and hobbies filled every
waking moment. My next girlfriend seemed to sense that
all was not well and we split up after a few months. I explained
to her it was not because of her. I could not tell her about
my female desires as I was now living in the small village
I'm still in seventeen years later. She would have
told the world if she knew. With in a few months I had a new
girlfriend who seemed to help me relax. She was really nice
and our social and sex life was good. What tilted it in her
favour the most happened because of a party. A visa versa
party. The girls come as boys, the boys as girls. I was in
my element. She seemed to guess that I was very enthusiastic
and excited about the idea of dressing up in girls clothes.
Of course all the other guys dressed in blond wigs, bright
coloured clothes with big breasts, short skirts, stockings,
suspenders and high heels. I went dressed in a pretty summer
dress with a red wine coloured Bolero jacket under which
I had on a well proportioned padded bra, french knickers,
suspenders and white stockings. To finish the outfit off
I had on an auburn coloured wig, court shoes and carried
a small clutchbag. My girl friend made me up. Even she said
I looked good. As far as I was concerned I was dress to kill.
At the end of the night I had had three proposals of marriage
and an offer of the best sex I was ever likely to have. Back
home my girlfriend asked me outright if I enjoyed dressing
in girls clothes. I decided to take the plunge and I said
yes. I did not tell her that I really wanted to be a girl as
this I think would have taken it to far. The confession of
my liking for female attire lead to the hottest night of
sex I've ever had with a girl. She dressed me in various
items of her clothes from lingerie to skirts, dresses and
tops. We made love all night with me dressed in various items
of her underwear and clothes. My dressing was not an everyday
occurrence and usually only when it involved sex. But it
was often enough to keep me just about happy. But all good
things come to an end and work yet again interfered with
my home life. I was spending to much time away and she drifted
off to another local guy. She told me that my desire to dress
in girls clothes had nothing to do with our break up as she
found it a turn on as much as I did but she needed some one to
be there all the time. We had been together three years and
it came as a big blow to me. I threw myself into my work and
finally got over it after a year. I met a girl while at home
who was visiting the area and the romancing started again.
She was very straight but sexy and a great lover. But in the
back of my mind I was watching her, wanting to be her and feel
what she felt. I kept my female desires well hidden from
her. She was a good laugh, a good companion and adventurous.
We shared very similar interest, except for my hidden secret
and we ended up marrying. We are still married six years
on and seem very happy. I still look at other girls wishing
to be one of them but I think that at forty years old it is a
bit too late to start transitioning into a female. I'm
part way there which will have to do. The internet has helped
I expect thousands of people to contact with out commitment
others with similar interests. Not just crossdressers,
transvestites and transsexuals but anybody needing a
friend, information or help. It certainly has helped me
and I've made many friends through e-mail although
I've never actually physically met any one. That is
until now.
I had been introduced to Dave by another TV via e-mail on
the internet. She had told me of how he had introduced and
helped her with her love making and I should contact him
for help and advice. So a new friendship was born and an exchange
of e-mails and phone calls lead to this meeting. A few attempts
before at getting together had failed due to work getting
in the way, but this time it was for real. I hope it works out
well. I already feel a bit excited and can imagine him inside
me relieving his pent up lust on me. I wish he would hurry
up. He had given me an idea of when he would be able to meet
me at the hotel that evening and I made a point of getting
there two hours early so that I would have a lot of time. I
know how much time it takes me to make myself pretty, and
I wanted to have spare time just in case he showed up early.
I'd checked in around 5 that afternoon. I'd left
home at 3:00 to make sure that I got here in plenty of time.
I was pleased with the room. It was rather large, two double
beds, a good sized television, mini bar, a love seat, which
I hoped would get a lot of use, with a coffee table in front
of it, and a recliner chair. The room was clean. There was
also a large mirror, beside the bath room door. There was
also a small round table with two stuffed chairs. These
would be useful to me later on.
My outer male side still dominates most of my life due to
work and family influence but I would escape into my life
as Alison as much as I could at home so that I could keep intouch
with what I saw as the real me. This usually meant brief periods
dressed as Alison while my wife was in work. All my stuff
had to be concealed afterwards as she still had no idea of
my other self. The plus side to my work was that it took me
away for long periods and as such I usually ended up in a nice
apartment supplied and paid for by the company. This meant
that when not in work I would transform into my nicer side
as Alison. Some times for days on end. My male things where
always quickly bundle away in a dark cupboard after use.
Horrible hard course things that did nothing for me. It
was nice to be able to unpack and put out my female clothes
and hang my dresses, skirts and tops in my wardrobe with
out prying eyes. I have noticed Alison does not have one
pair of trousers in her collection. A sign of femininity
maybe? It's a nice feeling to wake on a morning in a seductive
night dress, shower and to just open a draw and pick through
your lacy, sexy bras and panties, choosing what to wear
that day. Walk around in just your bra and panties after
a shower while you make a coffee and decide weather to wear
your favorite pretty cotton summer floral frock or mini
skirt and silk blouse. To see a little pile of dirty female
clothes on the bedroom floor, knowing that they where your
own. Makeup on the dressing table. All in your own favorite
shades and colours. Slopping around in an old skirt and
top while you did the daily tasks such as the age old female
job of rinsing out your panties. I would even have a packet
of Tampax on the bathroom shelf amongst the peach talc,
scented deodorant and lady shave. My own of course. It added
to the feeling of a girls home All these things helped me
to keep me female. I had never ventured out as Alison as I
felt that I was not up to a public viewing and living in a small
village it would be very hard not to be spotted. I had never
plucked up enough courage to go out while away from home
either as I still had to have approval of Alison by some one
else who shared a similar life.
I'd lugged my suitcases in. I had needed suitcases
because I just could not decide what I should wear, so I brought
nearly my entire wardrobe, postponing any decisions till
later. I was looking forward to a great and a romantic evening
and night. Judging from Dave's e-mail, I gathered
that he was quite capable of being romantic, gentle, caring
and very considerate. I hoped I had not judged him wrongly
and that he would take my virginity and make me feel very
feminine while being lead by a strong man.
Once I had all my stuff moved into the room, I took a large
piece of paper and wrote the room number on it. The plan was
to put the note on my dashboard so that Dave could avoid going
through the routine of going to the front desk to get my room
number. He would drive around the car park, find my car,
which would be parked close to my room, and be able to avoid
the front desk. I had forgotten that the side doors may be
locked, but I was sure he would be able to figure out what
to do. Dave was not a dummy after all, not if the way he wrote
his e-mail was any indication of is intelligence. I went
out to the car park, and placed the sign in the window of my
car. I hoped that he would not have any trouble finding it.
Then I went back into the room and ran a hot bath. I poured
too much scented bubble bath into it. My only regret was
that I was not free to completely denude myself of hair but
I did manage to do my legs and underarms. I soaked in the tub
for half an hour, luxuriating in how wonderful the hot oiled
water felt. I loved the way my legs felt when I rubbed them
against each other. It is no wonder that women loved to spend
time in hot baths. This was sheer luxury. Once I was done,
I dried off and then puffed a bit of delicately scented talc
all over my body.
I applied my Soft & Dry deodorant, then went into the
bed room to start getting dressed. This would give the time
needed for the steam to disappear from the bath room mirror.
I unpacked the suitcases and hung up everything that I finally
decided that I was going to use, and stowed the rest of it
away. I selected out three pairs of panties, one to wear
under my outfit I would have on to meet him, one to wear while
love making and a pair to go under my nightdress. I also took
out the nightdress I would sleep in that night. Perhaps
the nightdress was the only piece I would not get to use due
to the lack of sleep and copious amounts of love making.
With the panties, I also pulled out a matching bra and suspender
belt and stockings set. I put aside in their own draw a new
set of matching lingerie, bra, panties camisole, half
slip and suspender belt made of pale jade green silk. These
where very expensive but I could not resist them when I saw
them in a designer underwear shop in Hong Kong. I had not
worn them before and still had the labels on and each in their
own little wrappers. These I had decided when I bought them
would only be used on a very very special occasion. Perhaps
it maybe tonight ?
I chose a white silk blouse and an electric blue and cream
pleated floral skirt and half slip. All of which I had bought
in Nairobi and that I planned on wearing to greet my lover.
A light blue mini skirt that was just incase I needed to show
off my panty clad bottom in a cheeky way, a pair of cream shoes
and of course all of my makeup. I also set up the makeup mirror
on the table. Just thinking back to the pictures that he
had sent me of himself, made me start to get hard. I hoped
that he would not be late.
I stored all of the other lingerie in my drawers and neatly
hung up every thing else. I had brought a steam iron with
me, and I checked to see what needed pressing. Fortunately
not too much needed pressing. I was able to quickly dispose
of that chore using a towel on the bathroom counter as an
ironing board. Then I went to work.
Half an hour later, I was satisfied with the way that my face
and my glued on nails looked. My facial skin, with the right
kind of makeup always looks so soft and smooth, I love the
effect. Then it was time to start the ritual of dressing.
I laid the lingerie out on the bed along with my outfit. I
sat down and slid my arms through the loops of my bra, fastened
it behind my back and adjusted my breasts to give the best
effect. I was pleased with the results. The hormones have
worked a little and have given me small but feminine breasts.
I hope he finds them nice to play with.
I had female hormone prescribed to me by my doctor after
an accident. I fell off a wooden chair while messing about
and one of the arms of the chair went between my legs crushing
and badly bruising my testicles. I started to produce large
amount of male hormones and the doctors decided that this
was bad for me. So I was prescribed pills to suppress them.
I could not believe my luck. Female hormones in my body.
I had a hard time keeping myself from cuming in my pants there
in the doctors as he told me of the feminizing side effects
associated with taking high dosage female hormone pills
for two years. He asked me if I still wanted to go ahead after
detailing the risks and dangers of not doing so. My wife
said it would be for the best and she would support me through
it all. Of course I said yes as I allways do as I'm told.
The only side effect that was on my mind and that I really
wanted to work overtime were breasts. Please make my breasts
grow. They did. The other side effects involved in this
mild feminization he went on to say included, becoming
more emotional and tearful, feeling the cold more, a change
in the way I tasted things and the way I smelt. Not other smells
but me. The male tends to have a tangy metallic scent while
the female is a more sweet musky scent. Even the smell of
my urine would change. My skin would become translucent,
smoother, less oily and I would bruise easier. Body hair
would fade in colour or disappear all together. Fat is redistributed.
It tends to move away from the waist and toward the hips and
buttocks causing a more rounded and curvy appearance.
A decrease in sex drive, directly stimulated erections
can become infrequent and difficult to maintain. Spontaneous
erections usually stop. Semen secretion decreases, usually
resulting in less intense ejaculatory orgasms, however
he said, the ability to achieve a satisfying orgasm--even
with little or no semen--is determined more by psychological
factors and frequent practice than anything else. Gosh!
Any more. The testes and prostate atrophy. The penile skin
also shrinks if erections are not regularly encouraged.
My panties should fit better I thought. My sex drive did
not seem to drop off. If anything my feminization seemed
to add to it. I had a lot of changes infront of me. The side
effects he told me about, other than my breasts growing
did not seem to mean much at the time, but as the months went
by, all of them in some way had an effect on my body and mind.
The elderly nurse I had to visit each month would take a blood
sample, feel my chest for signs of growth, measure my hips
and waist, check my weight and height. My nipples and areolas
became tender and swollen after about two months and the
area around them started to firm up after about six months.
They stuck out and pushed out my shirts and tops. My wife
said I could do with a training bra. I said I don't think
they did one in size 38 AAA. We laughed. If only she knew how
I wanted one. After eight months my wife was with me at the
medical center when I told the nurse of the feelings in my
breasts and that they had started to feel heavy. She said
that I was having the same feelings and pains of a girl going
through puberty, only that my periods would not start.
Shame. I even had spots! She then said to my great pleasure
that a bra would help. She said to my wife "you pick
one for him". "You should know what he needs."
So after the nurse explained and showed me in detail how
to measure myself , around under my bust, then around the
fullest part followed by working out the cup size, off we
went to choose my first official bra. I had had others in
the past but in secret and as part of my dressing. But this
could be worn infront of my wife, twenty four hours a day
if needed. We looked at different kinds. I found it hard
not to keep pointing out really feminine ones and ones that
would increase my bust size and cleavage. "It has
to be practical and an every day type bra" she said.
In the end she chose with my approval a white cotton seam
free soft cup 38A underwired bra with a hint of lace trim.
I of course could not try them on in the shop. I was like a
with a new toy and wanted to rush home and play with them straight
away. The underwires was the only point of argument. She
does not like wires as she says they are uncomfortable and
dig in. I said that I had read that they helped with support.
So she agreed on the underwires. They infact helped push
my breasts up and out, what I wanted and I did not have any
problems with the wires. Off I happily went to the till to
pay. Thirty six pounds for two Triumph bra's. "Puberty
was expensive, but we'll save on tampons and sanitary
towels" I joked as I leafed through some panties which
were on sale. "They are good bra's" my wife
said. She went on to say that she had to change hers for bigger
ones after only a few months. I still had sixteen months
of pills and growth to go. Could I end up with a storm in a D
cup. I did not fill my bra straight away but within a few weeks
the cups started to stretch around my breasts nicely. The
next visit to the nurse involved showing her my new acquisition.
"A nice fit, supports well and pretty. Good choice
" she said. I think that at times she forgets that she
is talking to a 'man' and not a pubescent girl.
I decided to play the part of the girl and felt I got a better
reaction. She commented that I had a nice shape to my breasts
and that they where symmetrical. Unusual in a girl. I smiled
to myself. "One breast is normally bigger and a slightly
different shape than the other" she said. I was very
proud of my new chest and bra and felt I had received a big
boost to my femininity. I had worn a bra before as part of
my dressing and I had become used to fastening it behind
my back. My wife was very surprised at my ability at doing
this and commented that she had never really got the habit
of doing it that way. She fastens hers in front of her and
then twists it around to the back and then puts the arm straps
up. I don't like that way as it does not seem very feminine
to me. Of course I could not say that to her. I was shy at first
letting my wife see me in my new underwear but after a few
days it seemed natural for both of use to be walking around
in just bra and pants. I was also very conscious of being
out while wearing a bra. But my wife came to the rescue and
showed me that by wearing a tee shirt under my shirt, it hid
the outline of the straps and the fact that the cups were
seem free helped. It was also winter when all this was going
on so thick clothing also concealed my ever expanding chest.
My breasts continued to grow but not as quickly as before
it seemed but fourteen months after starting the hormones
it was time to go up a size in bra's. I was almost a size
38B, and it was summer. So larger cup bra's and some
cropped tops were bought to wear under tee shirts. The cropped
tops are a bit like a short elasticated cotton vest that
ends just below your bust with a bit of lacy elastic. Not
very feminine to me but cool and practical in my case. I wanted
a bikini top to wear while on our boat. I was told that I could
have one but it had to be plain coloured and no fancy designs.
So I got my bikini for summer. Of course I was not aloud to
wear the bikini bottoms. I was always surprised that people
did not notice my bust as I bounced my way around town. None
of my friends ever passed comment. I can now understand
what a girl with a large bust must feel like on a hot day. They
seem to heat up and get heavier. You hear on womans T.V. programs
and read in magazines that a good fitting bra of the right
size is essential. This I fully agree with. A very ample
38B is as big as my breasts grew and I filled my bra's
well. A few months after stopping the hormones my breast
had shrunk back a little and I was left with a size nearer
an 'A' than 'B' cup, but they were nice
and firm and did not droop. I was told by the nurse during
one of our girly chats that if I had continued with the hormones
it was unlikely that my breasts would have grown much more
than a 'B' cup and was a good pointer to what I would
have been endowed with had I been born a girl. Not bad. A 'C'
cup would have been better. Also as a passing comment she
also said that transsexuals are usually one cup size smaller
than their mothers and sisters. Both my mother and sister
where 'C' cup when they where younger. I asked
them. My breasts I had discovered at an early stage of growing
gave me an incredible feeling when they where rubbed or
played with by my wife. Or infact by me when I was alone. After
only a few minutes of teasing and caressing my breasts and
nipples I start to pant, my little penis feels as if it is
about to explode and will make me do anything my lover wants.
My wife seems to enjoy playing with my new chest as much as
I enjoy hers. She kisses my nipples and breasts which drives
me wild. The same on her has a similar effect. Maybe she has
some latent lesbian tendencies. Or is it me with them? Strange.
The other side effects had kicked in during the two years
and it was my bottom half which changed almost as much as
my chest. My waist did get smaller, my hips and bum got larger
and rounder. My penis and testicles both shrank considerably
despite being very active sexually. My penis when erect,
now measured the grand length of two inches but it still
had a lot of feeling in it. Orgasm was mind blowing and dry.
Intercourse was almost impossible with a two inch penis
but my wife was satisfied sexually by other means. She would
joke about rubbing our clitorises together. My testicles
had all but disappeared and the scrotum shrank back to what
looked like rather large outer lips of a vagina. About one
year after stopping the hormones my penis has gained about
half an inch in length and I started having ejaculations
again with a similar quantity of fluid to that produced
by a girl cuming. My testicles never did come back. I have
not missed them. I had to shop around for jeans and trousers
that fitted well. I tried on a girls pair and found that they
fitted better than the male equivalent There is no room
in girls trousers for male underpants because of the way
that the trousers are cut. I borrowed a pair of my wife's
panties and hay presto a good fit. The panties where a tight
fit. My little penis fitted nicely up between my legs and
what was left of my testicles disappeared inside of me.
So yet again a visit to the shops for a change of wardrobe
with my wife's permission. Jeans and panties this
time. I was slowly changing over. I knew that she would never
allow me to wear a skirt or dress but I was very happy with
my progress into a womans role. The panties are a very plain
cotton every day type but obviously female. At least they
came in nice pastel shades including lemon and pink. The
following summer I got to wear the bikini bottoms on the
boat. Wash days sees two different size bra's, 34B,
38A and different size panties 12, 16 on the drying line.
We take turns at the job of hand washing our more delicate
lingerie and during the winter months the house has girls
undies drying all over the place. Nice, fresh, clean panties
twice a day, another of my wife's sensible instruction,
adds up to a lot of dirty panties with two girls in a house.
She has fully accepted the fact that I'm part female
now because of my medical problem and she has taken to pointing
out nice lingerie to me. Although it is pretty it's
not what may be called very sexy. How many men have been bought
matching bra and panties at Christmas instead of socks
and hankies.
I then fastened the suspender belt around my waist and slid
the shear stockings up my legs and fixed them in place. A
fantastic feeling against my hairless legs. I had thought
about stay ups but a man prefers the sight of a stocking and
suspenders. I wished that my waist where thinner. I slipped
on my panties and already I was starting to feel excited.
A little bit of pre cum had soaked through my panties between
my legs. I'll think of work. That will take my mind of
the night to cum. I put on my blouse, stepped into the skirt
and pulled it up to my waist and then followed it with the
slip. I reached down to position my private parts as I had
a hard on because my little cockette had been rubbing against
my pair of white silk panties I had on. I loved the feel of
silk panties on my erection. I did not get to hard though
as I wanted to save it for Dave. I had fallen in love with the
outfit when I had seen it on the hangar in the store in Nairobi.
What I think that I loved the most about it was that a real
woman had said how nice it was and would suit anybody. Also
that I had good taste. I think she knew it was for me when I
chose it. In a way it made it feel somehow more feminine,
more connected with intimate femininity. I love that feeling.

I had decided to wear my white blouse as it tends to show off
a girls underwear threw it. I have found it a turn on when
I see a man watching a girls breasts move under their shear
white tops and is a way of showing of you lacy bra with out
being arrested for exposure. It has a V neck line which shows
a hint of cleavage. The collar and the sleeves are trimmed
in a white lace material and embroidered with little blue
and white flowers. It is slightly conservative, but it
folded itself nicely around my breasts. I liked the way
that it looked.
I sat at the table again to recheck my makeup. I retouched
the lipstick. My lipstick was a pinkish red colour, but
not to bright. My nail polish matched my lipstick. I added
some gloss to my lower lip. I had read somewhere that adding
gloss to the lower lip made a girl's lips look more pouty,
and very kissable. I hoped so. Personally, I thought that
it made my lips look more like the kind that enjoy sucking
a cock. I hoped that Dave would think so. I planned on spending
a lot of time on my knees in front of him, and I wanted him to
be ready for me at all times.
I then put on my necklace which is a nice silver chain of about
22 inches in length. Followed by silver earrings that look
like silver flowers about an inch and a half wide with a decorative
black stone in the middle of the design. I slid three thin
sliver bracelets on to my right wrist that tinkled delightfully
with my hand movements and a delicate thin silver watch
on my left wrist. The only thing left was to spray on my perfume,
and add my wig.
Once my wig was on and brushed the way that I like it, with
dainty bangs falling to my eye brows, I selected the shoes
and slipped them on. Dressed to meet my boy friend at long
last, I went over to the big mirror to check myself. I knew
that I thought that I looked good. I hoped that Dave would
think that I looked as good as I did. I wanted my looks to really
turn him on.
I checked my watch. Dave should be arriving any minute now,
if he had not had any problems. I took the male clothes that
I had worn to the hotel, and I packed them away. I did not want
to be reminded for the next twenty or so hours that I had been
born as a male.
I sat on the love seat to watch some television, as I waited
for my man lover to come, and to take care of me. Over the next
half hour, I retouched my lip stick and gloss three times.
I was beginning to wonder if he was all right. It was not long
drive for him, but there were lots of crazies out on the roads.
I was beginning to worry a bit about his safety.
The light on the door really startled me. I knew, and
hoped that it was going to come, but it still startled me
when I heard it. I rose from the love seat, went over the big
mirror again, smoothed out my skirt, touched my breasts
lightly, and then turned to the door. I looked through the
peep hole, but all I could see was a broad back in a dark blue
jacket. I knew that this was the colour of Dave's uniform.
The moment of truth had arrived. My heart fluttered in excitement.
My fingers shook a little as I reached for the door knob and
turned it. I hoped all over again the he would really like
me in person.
I pulled the door open. Dave slowly turned around then said
"Hi Alison". He was far better looking in person
that he had been in his pictures. He was broad chested, taller
than I, with curly black hair. I felt small and dainty beside
him, and I loved the way it felt.
His eyes looked me up and down slowly, taking in every detail.
When his eyes got back to mine, I felt like I'd been examined
by a connoisseur of women. He smiled at me. His smile split
his face and made him look ever so handsome. At least I thought
so. His smile also let me know in no uncertain terms that
he liked what he had beheld.
I stepped back to bid him to enter. He picked up his over night
bag and came into the room. I smelled his cologne. It was
very nice. As he walked by me I had to look up, even in my heels
to see into his eyes. I closed the door softly.
This was it. If things went well, for the first time in my
life, I was going to wake up in a bed, with a naked man, who
had made love to me all night long. As I watched him move about
the room, I knew that I wanted very much to see what this man
looked like naked. He certainly looked attractive to me,
dressed in his uniform, as he was.
I watched as he placed the over night bag on the coffee table.
He shrugged out of his jacket and opened the bag. From it,
he pulled out a bottle of Chardonnay. "I love Chardonnay"
I said. I went into the bathroom and brought out two plastic
cups. "Sorry I don't have any crystal glasses
for the wine" I said. "It'll still taste
good" he replied. He smiled at me, and opened the wine.
He had also brought a cork screw to. I was impressed with
how well prepared that he was. I walked over to him, wondering
what he thought of his new girl friend. He took the cups,
poured the wine, handed one to me and then toasted me.
"Alison this is to a beautiful night of romance with
a beautiful and sexy lady." He certainly knew how
to talk his way into my panties, I thought, as I held my cup
for the refill. I checked to see how I looked in the mirror
again as we drank the second cup of wine. I loved how I looked,
standing beside this handsome man in uniform. My cockette
twitched excitedly in my panties. He was really turning
me on.
Dave had decided that it was time to kiss the lady that he
had been writing to for so long, and god alone knew how much
I wanted him to kiss me. He placed an arm around my shoulders
and pulled me over so that he could kiss me. I was being kissed
for the first time by a man while I was a woman. It felt great.
We lay back on the bed, my head in the crook of his right arm,
as he turned to me and smothered my face and neck in little
love kisses.
This was the way that I wanted to be treated. I lay back and
enjoyed being the lovee, rather than the lover. I was very
pleased that he thought that I was the kind of woman that
he wanted to spend a lot of time kissing. After about fifteen
minutes, I decided to explore a bit. I reached up and put
my arm around his neck and clung to him as his tongue entered
my mouth. I sucked on it really hard. I wanted him to be really
turned on.
He continued to kiss me like that, and his hands began to
explore me. I felt his hands all over my breasts for a long
time. Then his hand went down to the front of my skirt. His
hand stopped, right on top of my erection. It did not move
for a long moment, then his fingers began to lightly explore
the shape of it.
"It's a bit bigger than I thought it would be Alison."
I did not know if to say sorry or to take it as a compliment.

I reached down and grasped the front of his pants. He was
rock hard. I fondled it for a long moment, enjoying it. "So
is yours Dave. My, you are so hard... Do I really turn you
on that much?"
"You got it honey. All the way up here, pointing at
his toes then his head. All I could think about was your letters,
where you described how much you wanted to suck my cock and
for me to make love to you. Do you still want to suck me honey?"

"You want me to take care of you right now, so it won't
be in the way for a while?" He said "we'll
see what happens in a minute". Perhaps I was being
to eager to please. A bit sluttish. A slag. That I did not
want
Still smiling at me, he stood up and moved over to the door.
He took the "Do Not Disturb" sign from the back
of the door and placed it outside on the handle. I immediately
took the initiative as the door was closing. I jumped up
and reached around his back and pressed my body up against
his. With my lips only millimeters away from his, I whispered,
"That sign doesn't work... You've already
got me more than a little disturbed, mister..." He
smiled and kissed me deeply. I was still amazed at how much
I enjoyed being kissed by a man...none of the lingering
heterosexual male thoughts about acting gay seemed to
be around to stop me. It was the female in me coming out. He
broke the kiss and looked me up and down lustfully. "If
I 'disturb' you half as much as you 'disturb'
me, then I think we're about to have one hell of a time!"
he said as his eyes practically burned holes in my clothes.
"Why, sir!" I said with a hand on my forehead
in mock outrage, "I do believe that's a proposition!"
"You better believe it sister!" he said in a
humorous tone, his hand twiddling an invisible cigar and
his eyebrows going up and down Groucho-style. Then, the
humor was gone...He pulled me to him forcefully and we began
to kiss in earnest again. My hand strayed over his shoulders
and arms, gleefully feeling the strength of his muscles,
my breasts molding into his firm chest as he pressed me against
him with urgency. The kiss began to get more and more passionate,
our tongues intertwining and our breath coming out in hot
staccato gasps. I felt his hand move over my silky back to
my curvy hips, coming to rest on my full bottom. My hands
moved in tandem with his until we found ourselves in a wonderful
liplock, our pelvises being pushed and ground into each
other's with help from our hands and arms. I felt myself
getting wet between my legs as Dave squeezed my bottom cheeks
with enthusiasm...It felt hot, moist and deliciously
nasty! I knew that in only moments we would be making love
standing up if I didn't do something about it!
Reluctantly, I pulled away from him, wanting my first time
to be slow and perfect. He tried to kiss me again, wanting
to continue as before, but I put a finger to his lips and said,
"Wait a minute, lover".
"Uhhh... Can I take some pictures of us?" "I've
got my digital camera with me" I said" "I've
got a better idea. You get the camera, and I'll take
the pictures, okay?"
I rose and gave him a quick peck on the lips and walked toward
to the draw with the camera in. I was so excited, that I was
amazed that the front of my skirt was not sticking out half
a foot. As I fumbled to unpack the camera I realized that
the last vestiges of my male thoughts had provided me with
a brief escape from the impending sex. With this brief interlude,
I let them come to the front. They said to me, "You are
a man! You're not supposed to react this way to another
man!" I looked down at my female form. I remembered
Dave's sweet caresses and the urgency of his kisses
and immediately felt my nipples get extremely hard and
my panties felt even wetter. I grasped them both with my
hands, loving the sensual feeling. I pushed the male thoughts
down with hardly any effort..."Look at this body, "
I said silently to myself. "This is NOT the body of
a man! This is the body of a very horny lady with a very willing
an able young man in the room with me! I know from experience
that he's a nice guy. By the time that I got the camera
out and turned around I found that Dave had taken his trousers
and underwear down and was sitting there with his knees
spread wide apart and his right hand gently caressing his
huge stiff cock. I felt my heart once again flutter in my
chest.
I smiled to let him know that I really liked what I was seeing.
I looked at his cock. It was as big as I had guessed it to be,
which was a lot bigger than my little cockette. I wanted
him to know that I liked what I saw. I licked my lips, that
age old signal to a man from a woman, that she was ready for
him.
"Your time is up, lady, " he said with a leer.
"Looks like that's not the only thing that's
up, " I said with a smile as my hand reached down to
grasp his hard penis. "Can't help that lady, "
he said with a laugh. "You're more responsible
for that than I am!" We both exploded into giggles
that turned to passion as his mouth found mine again. With
my hand still around his penis, it occurred to me that this
was the first time I had ever held a man's cock besides
my own. I found it to be very, very different. As my hand began
to move up and down its length, I could feel the rough ridges
and the bulging veins inside but the skin on it was satiny
smooth. The fact that I was indeed responsible for the hardness
of this mysterious organ made me want it inside me even more.
I felt him tremble a little as I stroked it a little faster.
Dave seemed to like it and pointed to the floor in front of
him. I went over, pulled the coffee table away. He got up.
I handed him the camera with my left hand and my right hand
grasped his cock. It was rock hard. I felt it pulsing in my
fingers and I knew that he was very close to ejaculating.
I felt him turn me in his arms so that my back was to his front.
Not wanting to let go of him so soon, I reached around my back
with my left hand and grasped his cock again. His hands,
around my middle at first, began to move upward to my breasts.
He cupped them both through my top and bra, then began to
roll my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
My female body immediately came to life. I heard myself
utter a very female moan and felt my back arch against his
chest. My right arm shot up to grasp him behind his head,
forcing it down against my neck. As his hands still worked
on my breasts, I felt the added sensation of his mouth nibbling
the back of my neck. This was always an extremely sensitive
area for me as a male, and now, as a female, the pleasure seemed
to have increased tenfold! Nearly unable to control my
movements, I pulled on his penis in rhythm with his kisses,
my bottom and back moving up and down against his slippery
skin. One of his hands dropped away from my breasts and slid
underneath my left arm. It snaked its way over my stomach
and over the broad curve of my hips, up under my skirt and
then began to run circles just outside my small thatch of
pubic hair under my panties. God, he was good! He knew just
what to do! The circles began to shrink ever inward in synch
with his other hand which still massaged my breasts. I felt
a heat coming over me that I had begun to know well. Without
even actually coming into contact with my cockette, I knew
that I was well on my way to orgasm! I moaned and jerked on
his cock as the circles terminated on my 'virginal'
cockette. I felt his teeth nip my neck as his fingers worked
their way around in side my panties to my opening and slowly
worked two fingers in to my tight hole which had some how
become moist and hot. I was now audibly gasping for breath
as my passion built. No longer was I an intelligent human
being...All that was left now was animal passion! His other
hand dropped from my breasts and moved quickly up my skirt
and into my panties. As Dave's fingers rubbed against
my agitated cockette and with two fingers working in and
out of my tight opening, I exploded as never before. The
feelings of Dave's mouth on my neck, his hands on my
cockette, and his own penis in my grasp made my orgasm surge
through me like a white hot knife through butter. I felt
my hips thrusting backward uncontrollably onto his fingers
which were still inside me, my right hand running crazily
through his hair, and my mouth uttering high pitched wails
of absolute pleasure! My first orgasm as a woman with a man,
and we had only just begun!
I smiled up at him to let him know that I approved, and I was
blinded by the flash of the camera. He laughed and he apologized
for his bad timing, but he thought that the picture would
be great. I hoped so.
As I slowly came down from my orgasm, I could feel Dave's
experienced fingers slowly lessening their probing.
I let my body go limp and fall back into his, my eyes peering
at his face gratefully through my hair. I kissed him on the
neck gently as his hands still caressed me softly.
I release myself and moved into the bathroom and slipped
my skirt and slip off, followed quickly by my blouse. I had
to change my panties as the ones I had on where very wet from
my massive orgasm. I cleaned myself up and slipped on fresh
clean panties and headed back into the bedroom in only my
matching bra, panties, stockings and suspenders.
"That was wonderful, Dave, " I whispered.
"It's not over yet, " he said as he bent
down to kiss me on the lips. "Not by a long shot, lover, "
I said sexily, still savoring the feeling of my orgasm.
After taking off his shirt he said "Meet you on the
bed?" he said as he lovingly stroked my hair. "Can't
wait!" I said with a playful tug on his incredibly
erect penis. We hurriedly moved towards the bed. I found
myself pushing his strong naked body onto the bed. I stood
over him and peered at his form in the dimly lit room with
lustful eyes. I tried to remember how I felt when, as a man,
I had looked at my lover just before we made love. There were
certainly differences...Before I had reveled in the soft
curves and fragility of the female body. Now, since I was
the female and owner of the those female feelings and fragility,
I reveled in the strength and hardness of the male body.
I was, beyond the shadow of a doubt, a woman with all a woman's
desires.
Still standing, I picked up Dave's hand and gently
put his fingers into my mouth. Looking him straight in the
eye, I sucked and lightly nipped each one of them before
kneeling on the bed. I reach around my back and unhooked
my bra allowing it to fall to the floor. His wide open eye's
focused on chest, I took his hand from my mouth and placed
it on my exposed breasts. He began to reach for me with his
other hand, but I stopped it and put it back down beside him.
Without bending any further, I put my left hand on his chest,
running my fingers through his soft chest hair. Remembering
how he had so aroused me earlier, I began to let my hand drift
downward until I, too, began to trace circles around his
pubic hair. As I did this, I felt his hand begin to squeeze
my breast a little harder. I pushed my hair out of my face
with my free hand and bent down to his penis. I watched as
my hand squeezed it harder, loving the way it tried to get
even harder with my attentions. Pushing away any lingering
male thoughts, I slowly lowered my mouth onto it. I kissed
it tentatively at first, then eagerly when I found that
I enjoyed it. I felt Dave's hands running through my
hair, then pushing my head downward as he let me know what
he wanted. I took him full in my mouth then, sliding my lips
up and down the length of his cock until I could fit no more
inside me. I let my tongue wriggle over it sexily, amazed
at my feeling of delight at giving my first blow job! I began
to increase my rhythm, bobbing my head in time with his slow
pelvic thrusts. I experimented with letting my fingers
caress his testicles and his moan of pleasure indicated
that I was doing the right thing. Just as I was really getting
into it, I felt his hands pulling my head off of him. I looked
at him curiously, and he smiled and said, "Much more
of that and there'll be nothing left for you."
I smiled back at him with a certain amount of pride at having
done such a good job. "I'm a girl that aims to please, "
I said with a sexy toss of my head. I crept up his body until
I was lying on top of him, my body tingling with anticipation
as my breasts crushed against his chest. I kissed him hard,
and then, with a look of pleading in my eyes, I whispered,
"I want you inside me...Now!" I rolled off of
him. He pulled my panties down and I watched as he climbed
on top of me. He kissed me lightly and asked, "Do we
need a condom?" I smiled. "No, " I said
gently. "I want to feel you in me and have you cum in
me". With that, he began to kiss me gently but passionately.
My hands ran over his broad shoulders and back as he began
to stroke my cockette again, making me hot and wet. I broke
the kiss and panting heavily said, "Now, lover...Do
it now!" He needed no further encouragement as seconds
later he rolled me over and pulled me up on to my hands and
knees while kneeling behind me in between my legs. He placed
his hands on my hips and I felt him enter me expertly. There
was no pain as I thought there would be...Only utter unearthly
pleasure! He started by placing the tip of his penis against
the entrance of my virgin hole. His pre cum dribbled out
and lubricated me so that he could slide in more comfortably.
His hips moved back and forth just a little so as to allow
the tip to just part my lips and enter then tease me. He would
let it move in and then slip out to tickle my throbbing entrance.
It moved around the opening and then slid back in. I was experiencing
feelings that I had never had before. He did this slowly
a few times. Fantastic! I started panting. I wanted him
deep inside me in a hurry, but he held me back and stopped
me from impaling myself on his engorged penis. He knew how
to tease and increase the pleasure of being made love to.
His pace increased as did the length that was entering me
until I had taken all of him inside. I was no longer a virgin.
One hand left my hips and moved around to my now larger than
normal cockette. He drove deeply and violently inside
me as I used my new 'vaginal' muscles to squeeze
him. His hand squeezed my cockette and began to stoke it
faster and faster in time with his hip movement. He bent
over me putting his weight on my back letting him reach round
with his free hand and fondle my breast. I began to move against
him as urgently as he was thrusting into me, my legs and arms
pushing me back against his waist to pull him further inside
me. I felt completely in his power as his thrusts came faster
and faster, his testicles banging against my buttocks
as he drove deep inside me, bringing me ever closer to the
brim of orgasm. An earthquake of passion overcame me just
moments later as I felt him tense and shudder, the hot surge
of his orgasm shooting powerfully into me. He seemed to
go on cumming as he pulled me back onto himself filling me
with pulsating cock, planting his seed deep inside of me.
I moaned, then felt the release of my own orgasm come as my
hips smashed against his with wild undulations. With my
release came the knowledge that at that moment, there was
only one man in that bedroom, and I was not that person. Thanks
to Dave, I had become truly a woman!
We collapsed on to the bed with Dave still deep inside me
and I lay basking in the afterglow of our love session, I
felt that secure and protected feeling that so many women
tell their lovers about, but so few of us males actually
experience. Sure enough, just like I had been told by several
of my female lovers, I had a desire to snuggle and be held
by my man after making love. Sure enough, just like the typical
male that I, myself had so recently been, Dave was trying
to fight back that overwhelming desire to go to sleep after
making love! As I lay next to him I could feel his now spent
cock slowly shrink and start to slide out of me. A really
nice feeling of released love and passion. With my hand
stroking the side of his leg and his arms rapped around me,
he was nibbling the hollow of my neck. I could feel the happiness
surging off my body. I was very pleased with myself...Not
only had I worked up the nerve to experience just what it
was like for a 'woman' having sex, but I had also
actually "performed" very well! Dave seemed
pleased in many different ways, and he had expressed his
appreciation in more ways than one! I could feel his heart
beating in his chest, and I enjoyed hearing the sounds of
his breathing becoming heavier and deeper until they were
those of a sleeping man. After a little while, I got up, picked
up my bra and panties and went to the bathroom. Trying not
to wake my new lover, I crept into it, turned on the light
and closed the door softly behind me. I peered at myself
in the mirror, noting the slightly dreamy expression on
my face as I looked into it. There was no doubt about it...I
definitely looked like a woman who had just been made love
to. A virgin who has just been deflowered. From the slightly
flushed face to the sexily disheveled hair, my body reeked
of sex! I fondled my breasts, finding them to be still ultra
sensitive from Dave's touch. I loved them! I loved
the feminine way they made me feel, and I loved what they
did for me, and Dave, during our little passion play! It
suddenly occurred to me that I was beginning to think naturally
like a woman as well as look like one. What was happening
to me? Was I really ready to give up 40 years of life as a man
based on just one night of sex as a woman? I thought about
it some more, then decided that I didn't need to give
up anything.
I could be both male and female anytime I wanted to! I began
to play with my image in the mirror, trying to find out just
how womanly I could be if I did what came naturally. I tried
a variety of poses, trying to look like an innocent maiden
first, then a voracious tigress in heat, then a determined
woman of independence. It was easy...With just a slight
change of posture or facial expression, I could be all those
things in a wink of an eye. A world of possibilities was opening
up for me. I decided that at this point in time, I liked the
look of the tigress the best, so I practiced some more in
the mirror, playing with my breasts, tossing my wild hair
around, licking my full lips. I pushed my cockette back
between my legs, closing them just enough to hold it out
of sight, so only the triangular shape of my pubic hair was
left. With my shoulders pulled back and my breasts pushed
out, the image in the mirror was that of a ready and able woman.
It gave me a view of what I may look like if I went for the op
to remove the last bit of maleness. To have a vagina so my
man could enter me as a woman should be entered. I have read
that transsexuals can now have orgasms due to improvements
in surgical techniques and the forming of a clitoris from
a very small and sensitive part of the penis. I'll think
about it. I looked hard into the mirror. With my nipples
becoming erect, my 'clitoris' twitching between
my legs, it was time for the tigress to return to her tiger.

I checked my lipstick, slipped my panties back on and crept
back into the bedroom. I bent down and wiped his soft penis
with a scented moist wipe and then began to kiss his cock
head all over, leaving little faint traces of my lip stick
all over it. Then I began to lick it, getting it ready to fit
into my mouth.
He awoke with a moan and said "Oh Alison... You are
such a fine foxy lady... And you know just exactly what to
do to a guy to...". The rest was lost in another moan.
A surprise comment as this only my second time. I used my
imagination and thought of what my wife used to do to me.
I now know what she felt and how she had enjoyed it. I was jealous
that she had more experience of this and that I should have
experienced this long before now.
I flicked at the glans under the head of his cock to show him
that I really did know what to do, and I was rewarded with
a loud sigh of pleasure.
I licked it all over, and lowered my head so that just the
head of his cock was inside of me. I masturbated him like
that for a few moments, as I licked and sucked at the head
of his cock for him. Then I slowly moved my head down a bit
till he was half way into my mouth. I couldn't take him
any further in, because I was just starting to gag. I wonder
if I can learn to deep throat. To take all of him in my mouth.

I loved the way that he felt in my mouth, and I lovingly licked
the part of his cock that was inside of my mouth. It did not
take him very long to start cumming, and he ejaculated into
my mouth. I locked my mouth around him, trying not to lose
any of his sweet creamy cum, but he had too much. It spurted
out of the corners of my mouth, all over my hand. I hoped I
did not loose to much. The taste is some thing that all girls
should have. It was fantastic.
As I raised my head, when he had stopped cumming, he took
another picture. This one showed his cum all over the lower
half of my face. I knew that it was a picture that I would look
at often, and maybe even send to some T.V. friends of mine
to look at to.
Awkwardly, he made his way over to the bathroom to clean
himself up. I went to the makeup mirror on the table and repaired
my lipstick, which the cock sucking had completely destroyed.
By the time I was finishing replacing the lip gloss, he came
back out to the bed room.
"Well honey, you sure weren't kidding. You really
know how to suck a cock dry."
"Did you really like it Dave?"
"I loved it." He came over to where I was sitting,
bent down and placed a little kiss on my lips. "Yeah,
you can suck my cock anytime you want to honey. You are really
good."
I smiled up at him. "Good, because I want to suck it
every time you even think about getting a hard on for me,
okay?"
He asked me if I wanted to change into any other clothes to
see how I looked. I reached up to kiss him. I asked him to sit
down and relax and have a drink because I was a lady who needed
some attending to. He smacked me on the bum as I went over
towards the bathroom door.
I wanted to change into that new expensive lingerie. I felt
that this was the right moment. I hastily grabbed it all
from the draw it was in and headed to the bathroom to change.
I was absolutely delighted with it. It was luxurious, and
I liked especially knowing the reason why I had gotten it.
I hoped that he would like me in it. I then removed the tags
and put the bra and camisole top on. I removed the suspender
belt and stockings I had on and replaced them with white
stay up stockings. Choosing to wear the mini skirt, so that
he could get at me easier I slipped on the panties, and I found
that they fitted me very well. The sight of them popping
out from under my mini skirt I thought would be a big turn
on for him as I bent over to pick things up off the floor. I
put my silk blouse on and redid my makeup. Then I hurried
over to the closed bathroom door and wondered how my lover
would respond. I only had one pair of shoes with me so they
had to