First in a series of very short stories for those with a penchant for cross-dressing. Hope you enjoy -- let me know! My name is Karen and you can reach me at: TrannyKaren@hotmail.com
Cultural note: What the US refers to as pantyhose' are more commonly known as tights' in the UK. To us UK aficionados, the correct terminology is important! ----------------------------------------------------------------------
When the habit began isn't important. Suffice to say, by the time I had discovered masturbation, I had discovered the delights of ladies' lingerie. My almost nightly sorties to the laundry basket or my mother's wardrobe focused on tan tights, full-cut panties and full-cup bras, and a selection of pleated skirts and fitted blouses. The wig and make-up would come later, but the midnight walks through my small town had begun, and my discovery was nigh.
I had taken to bunking off school, returning home once my mother and father had left for work and then immersing myself in private and protracted dressing sessions, safe in the knowledge that I would be undisturbed during the course of the day.
On such day saw me dressed in tan nylons, white lace panties and bra, pink satin slip, white blouse and black pleated skirt and a pair of strappy sandals. I sashayed through the house, room to room, and stopped in the lounge to catch up on a TV show. I glanced absent-mindedly out of the window, checking up on the usual view when my eyes suddenly met those of my biology teacher, walking down the street! Who was the more shocked I couldn't say, but moments later he stopped, doubled back and knocked on the door.
He stepped into the house and slapped me across the face, calling me a slut. I glared defiantly at him, hands on hips, yet almost subconsciously raising my skirt. He lifted it fully up at the front and spanked my cock through my nylons. I saw his own cock hardening in his pants and my cock followed suit. "What will you do with me, Mr D****?" I asked. He pulled my tights partly down and smiled as my cock bounced out. I thought he would take me into his mouth, but he turned me around and began to probe my ass with his tongue.
I pushed my hips and ass back into his face, and his tongue began to work wetly up inside me. The fact that I had previously only ever known my teacher as a stern, authoritarian figure in a formal classroom context was not lost on me! Any inhibitions I might have had were instantly dissolved. I ground my hips and ass around his wet mouth, moaning as my stiff dick swelled. Feeling it was time to return the compliment, I disengaged myself, turned round and knelt to take Mr D**** into my mouth.
I was familiar with no other cock than my own. Mr D****'s was considerably fatter than mine, and his swollen balls hung lustily below his shaft. In a state of abandonment I rubbed his wet cock head all over my face, noisily kissing and sucking the purple bulb. I brought my own cock up to nuzzle it, our pre-cum juices intermingling, and French-kissed his cum into his mouth, tasting the familiar tang of my own ass musk on his tongue. "You're a natural" was all he said.
He took off my skirt, tights and panties, leaving me just in blouse and skirt. I straddled him and sat on his fat wet cock facing him. My ass quickly relaxed, and I sank down on the full length of his shaft. He said I had the wettest pussy in my class, then he pushed his tongue into my mouth and started to come. As he wanked me, laughing coarsely, I heard a key in the lock and looked up to see the outline of my mother and a group of friends through the door.
To be continued!