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My parents were out all day Saturday, so I felt the blood rush to my face
and my breathing get rapid and shallow as I climbed the stairs. I
searched through the laundry basket and found a pair of my mom's nylons.
In an excited state, I walked into my parent's room and opened my
mother's lingerie drawer. I found a flimsy, tan garterbelt and attached
it. I then rolled the stockings on, loving the way they smoothed my legs
and gleamed. My body was thin and smooth, but my long, gracefully curved
legs, small and highly arched feet and round ass were definitely my best
features. My brown hair is long and I have bangs which reach my eyebrows.
I opened my mother's closet, at this time almost unable to breathe and
found my favorite heels, the tan alligator ones with a three and a half
inch heel. I slipped them on, holding onto the frame of the door for
balance. The mirror on the door reflected my growing transformation from
a fourteen year old boy to a slim, young fox. I reached for the bottom of
the closet, where my mom kept a short, tan, flowered silk kimono in a
box. I slid it over my head and pulled it down over my body, which was
now quivering with excitement. It fit tightly over my butt and stretched
across the front of my hips, caressing me with each movement that I made.
I looked at the mirror over the dresser. Should I try earrings today? If
I applied lipstick, would I be able to remove it later? I decided on a
pair of silver clip-ons which curved around the line of my jaw and
emphasized my high cheekbones. I opened a cherry red lipstick and applied
some for the first time as I had seen women do many times. I found a red
straw hat with a broad brim, which I put on low, shading my eyes. I
looked at the mirror again. I felt ready for the catwalk. I paraded up
and down the room, trying to strut as much as possible and loving the
feel of the kimono taut against my ass and across my hips.
It took me several minutes to realize that I was being watched. I saw a
shadow in the mirror and turned to see Doug, my choirmaster, standing in
the doorway. He whistled. He told me that he'd been pounding at the door
downstairs forever and came in because he knew that I was home alone and
might want some company for lunch.
I was now entirely forgetting how to breathe and my face must have turned
the color of my hat. I wish that I could have snapped my fingers and
disappeared.
Doug said to relax and he crossed the room to take me into his arms. In
the heels, I was almost his height. I looked away as he removed my hat
and nuzzled my neck. You are such an attractive girl, he said. He held my
chin with his right hand and turned my face toward him. His eyes were
dreamy as his lips sought out mine. He softly brushed my lips with his
for what seemed an eternity as his hands traced my bottom, where the
tight silk defined my curves.
I pulled back to look at Doug and saw my lipstick on his mouth. He closed
his eyes and moved in for another long kiss. Then, he put his hands on my
shoulders and gently pressed. I slowly slid down to my knees, being
careful to not rip the dress. Doug undid his belt and pulled his khakis
and shorts down to reveal a swelling penis which looked a foot long and
hung down at a 45” angle. I reached forward to touch it with my right
hand and it jumped. I closed my hand over it and it felt silky and hard
at the same time. I moved my hand a little and felt the smooth skin slide
over the hard flesh underneath.
I looked up at Doug and he had his eyes closed. I looked over at the
mirror and saw this teen aged girl in sexy earrings, a tight dress and
killer heels about to give her first blow job. I opened my mouth and slid
my lips down the warm tube of flesh and felt his pulse throb on my
tongue. I felt him touch the back of my throat and fluttered my tongue
against the silky probe. There was no way I could take more of him in, so
I moved my hand up and down his cock as I moved my head up and down on
it. He groaned and purred and held my ears as my earrings swung back and
forth with each entry and release. He started to breathe in short gasps
and then flooded my mouth in short spurts. It came so fast that it got
into my nose and out the sides of my mouth. I felt so proud that I had
made someone happy for the first time as a girl. It was such a dream come
true for me.
Doug pulled me to my feet and kissed me again, still with soft lip
brushing. Then he kissed my neck and held me up, as my knees were
trembling. He led me over to the bed and eased me down onto it. He
started to caress my legs and moved his hand up under the kimono. When he
found my erect cock, he moaned and pulled up the kimono to reveal it. He
leaned over and took me into his mouth, moving his other hand under my
ass, finding my rosebud with his fingers. It took my no time to start
spurting into his mouth as I felt my toes curl in my heels, the nylon
tighten along my legs and my ass lift off the bed as I gasped and moaned.
From the night table, Doug opened a Vaseline jar, which must have been
left there from the night before. He gently spread the gel around my anus
and kissed me on the mouth again. He asked if I'd ever done this before
and I answered that everything that happened this morning was new to me.
Doug pushed my legs over my head and I felt the nylons tightly along my
legs, from my ankles to my thighs. I looked at the mirror and saw just my
hair, and my gleaming legs pinned against my arms as Doug lay on me and
started to push. He told me to push out, which made things easier. I had
some sharp twinges of pain, but it wasn't constant. He pushed a little at
a time until I felt his balls up against my skin. He told me with
amazement in his voice that no one had ever been able to take him all
before. He started to fuck me with a rhythm as I felt desired,
submissive, yielding, trapped, plowed. I felt empty then full, womanly
and wanton. When he came, he bellowed and then kissed me, forcing his
tongue into my mouth for the first time. I felt full at both ends. He let
my legs back down and held me close for a long time, whispering sweet
things into my ear.
I put things away and cleaned up as Doug waited. We went out for a
hamburger and talked about going away for an overnight. He wants to buy
me my own dresses and shoes. When we got back, my parents had arrived
home. My mother asked me if I had a good morning with Doug. I must have
flushed when I told her that we got to know each other a lot better.
Jeu 6 mai 2010
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