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 Teenage girlie-boy : by (c) Lady Joyce Hamilton.  M m tv.

   I'm going to start by telling you about my mother, because I think I am
what I am chiefly because of her.  First, she is very pretty in a
conventional way.  That is to say she is blonde, petite, has a slender
figure but nice breasts, and even now, at the age of forty two looks much
as she did in the photos of her at seventeen.  I take after her in her
colouring, her slender frame, and the pretty-girl face she passed on to me.
Oh, and long, slender legs, really very feminine.

   My name is Horace, though I seldom use it!

   I wore my hair long from the age of seven, in a pony tail, which is not
so uncommon among boys nowadays, but what is rare is that I have a pretty,
girlie face with wide blue eyes and full, sensuous lips.  That and my
film-star legs meant that even before I went to secondary school, I was
teased and ragged (bullied really) for being a sissie-boy.  But wimp I
certainly was not!  I was a good sprinter and was a key member of football
teams all my teen years, a copious goal-scoring striker.  I may have been
slender, but I was wiry and had a fierce temper on me when provoked.  I
soon taught bullies not to mess with me!  A bloody nose usually stopped any
taunts, and a black eye was a longer-lasting reminder to neighbourhood guys
not to lean on me.

   But I was a loner and did not mix easily with the gang of boys in the
neighbourhood or at school.  I had, however, one particular friend.  Harry
Philbeam was in many ways the opposite of me being ruggedly masculine and
goodlooking in the Mediterranean mode, even as a teenager.  His nickname at
school was Rocky: I had a nickname too but it still shames me and I won't
write it here!  I never called him Rocky, always Harry, and sometimes
wondered why he was so friendly: he was the guy who always stood up for me
when I was being hassled.  Harry lived in the apartment block next to ours
and we walked to and from school together, sat next each other in class,
spent much of our spare time in each other's company, and generally were
inseparable.

   Mother again....  I may have inherited my feminine good-looks from her,
but thank goodness I was spared her alcohol addiction: she was never really
drunk, but after about mid-day she wasn't fully sober either.  Gin was her
favourite tipple.  Also she was a shocking house-keeper.  I was for ever
tidying up behind her, and if I had not dusted and vacuumed round sometimes
the flat would have been a slum.  I had to become a good cook, though we
often phoned for takeaways to be delivered.

   Mother worked evenings in a gentleman's club in the city centre, an
up-market place where her figure and face were appreciated by the clientel.
She was the bar manager, that is to say the senior of four bar-maids.  With
her salary, tips, and a few "extras" we were quite well-off, and money was
never a problem, especially as she did not drive.  It was a steady job, the
club being one of a national chain of similar clubs, and also bars and
casinos.

   One of her sloppy habits was to leave little heaps of clothing anywhere
in the flat she decided to undress.  I would check them over, put some into
the washing machine, and others back in her wardrobe.  Because of her job,
and probably because she loved to look attractive, her lingerie, dresses,
tops, skirts, and most of all shoes were dead sexy!

   You know what comes next!  One Saturday morning while I was clearing up
and mother was still a-bed, I had a sudden compulsion to slip a pair of her
knickers up over my little-boy bottom.  I can recall them to this day:
scarlet satin with a black see-through nylon panel at the front.  I must
have been about ten: certainly I was pre-pubescent, but that did not stop
my little cock getting hard with the feel of the nylon on my hairless balls
and the shiny satin across my bottom.  I remember so well rubbing my hands
over my arse cheeks and then rubbing my cock through the nylon.  The
feeling was novel for me, and very pleasant.  I rubbed some more, standing
in the middle of our living room, and then sat on the sofa, still fondling
my cock through her nylon panties.  Faster and faster my little hand sped,
and my very first orgasm took me completely by surprise.  It was wonderful!
It was still a dry rush of course: it would be another couple of years
before the first drops of cum materialised.  But I decided that I would
have some more of this, and in my little-boy mind the glorious sensation
was always associated with feminine lingerie.  Possibly this was a
life-changing moment!

   For the next two years I jerked off every morning before she got up and
before I left for school, and every evening after school when she had gone
out to work (she worked eight till two most nights).  And I ALWAYS wore her
panties, and sometimes a silky top or slip as well.

   There were no males anywhere in my life, apart from my friend Harry.  My
father had deserted my mother before I was even born, in fact as soon as it
was certain his sixteen year old squeeze was pregnant.  Apart from the fact
that his name was NOT Horace, I knew and still know nothing about him at
all except he was quite a bit older than mother.  I was at secondary school
at eleven, of course, and luckily Harry went to the same school and was
even in the same class as me.  Some of the older boys found my girlie looks
attractive and would proposition me often in a half-joking way but I would
have none of it, and even doled out the occasional black eye!  I wouldn't
mind having one or two of them now though!

   Mother was important to me, even central to my being.  I knew she often
brought home gentlemen from the club, but seldom saw them as they came in
early hours of the morning, and I was usually out of the house before her
man-friend of the night was awake.  When I did see the occasional guy on a
Saturday or Sunday, they were of the rich, old, portly type, and it was no
wonder their lovemaking did not wake me up!  I still had only a muddled
idea of what went on in bed, theories fed on stories in the school yard,
and schoolboy rumours of sexual fantasies and exploits.

  
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   I would have been between twelve and thirteen when everything started to
change.

   It was a Friday afternoon, and I had been with Harry kicking a football
about on the Rec until about six, when he had to go home for his tea.  I
thought mother would already have gone out to work, so I got out of my
school uniform, had a quick shower and decided to relieve the hard-on that
had come in the shower.  The panties I found were lime-green, see-through
lace and nylon with a sort of silky skirt over them.  They looked great as
I pulled them on and admired myself in the mirror, and they felt even
better.  I remember running my hands up the insides of my thighs, still
nearly hairless, and over the smooth green silk, titillating my balls and
my cock as they passed over them.  I lay on the sofa and started to stroke
myself: I had learned to "edge", to stimulate my cock till it was on the
very verge of cumming, stop, and then start again.  The panties were ideal
for this, my cock smooth inside them (I am cut) and my hand sliding over
the two layers of silken fabric.  I was in a world of my own.  I believe I
had not yet a very clear idea of what sex was about...  I knew the words of
course, but the detail was still a mystery.  So my fantasies were all about
lingerie rather than bodies, about the bikini-clad models in mother's
fashion magazines and not about cocks or vigorous males.  If a cock entered
my thoughts while wanking it was my own rather than a lover's!
So there is little Horrie on the edge of cumming when....  Shock Horror!

His mother standing over him!

   I tried to cover my little erection.  I blushed.  I could think of
nothing to say.  I was full of guilt and shame.  Wanking!  Her panties!

   Mother sat beside me, and raised me up so I was sitting beside her and
her arms were about me.  She smelled of her lovely perfume with just a
suspicion of gin AND beyond all possible expectation she was sitting in her
pastel blue bra, panties, suspender belt and black seamed stockings.

   'There, Horace!  Nothing wrong with that.  Everybody does it.' Her grip
round my shoulders tightened, and I could feel her firm little breast
pressing into me.  'Even grown-up women do it.  Often!' I watched as her
be-ringed hand with its scarlet nail varnish slipped inside the waistband
of her knickers, her thighs opened ever-so slightly, and her finger slipped
into the crack.  I could see the shape of her knuckle as she rubbed inside
there, though I had not much idea at that time what she was rubbing.  It
was clearly much the same as my pleasure-game, though.'See I do it too. 
Now.  Don't stop.  It's lovely and there's nothing wrong with it.  Don't
stop!  I can see you were nearly there.  It's lovely, isn't it?'

   I was so close to cumming that the feel of her stockings against my
naked legs, the feel of her hard little breast, the lovely smile and soft
words, her busy hand in her knickers, and then my hand down inside my own
knickers grasping my cock....and I came, a huge orgasm, and for the first
time in my life spunk flowed, dark wet marks in the light green nylon.

   'There!  I bet that feels better.  But I'm late.  Gotta fly!  Please
wait in for me in the morning.  There's some more we've got to say.  But
you mustn't feel it's wrong.  Not ever.  Gotta get dressed and rush.  I'm
already running late.  We'll chat some more in the morning.  Hey!  You're
nearly grown up now.  Big boy with a proper cock!' She gave me a little hug
again, her hand on my crotch for an instant, and then she was away to her
room, and out the door in five minutes.

  
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   I slept fitfully, wearing those green, silky knickers, the first time I
slept in lingerie.....but not the last!  Each time I woke up I found I had
a hard on and indulged myself in yet another dry orgasm.  The little bit of
cum I produced at twelve years had all been used up in that intense cum in
my mother's near-naked arms.

   I heard her come in and the red dial on my alarm clock said 2-45.  I was
hard yet again (oh!  to be a teen again, ever hard!).  I listened for a
moment or two and reckoned she was alone as I heard her fill the kettle in
the kitchen.  If she had a gentleman with her they went straight to bed.  I
got up, my little cock straining against my panties: I was not at all
worried by this now, after the reassuring words from mother the evening
before.  I was even a bit proud of it!

   'You woke up for me, Horrie.  That's nice!  I'm knackered!'

   She was slurring her words a bit, and had been drinking at work I guess,
but short of being really drunk.  (I never saw her really drunk, but often
like this, which is probably why she used taxis instead of driving
herself). She was in a slinky, tight sliver dress leaving most of the leg
and all the shoulders bare.  She still looked gorgeous, knackered as she
was apparently.

   'Be a darling and unzip me...'

   I pulled the zip down and the robe fell in a pool of silver at her feet,
revealing the pastel blue underwear I had admired earlier.

   'You want a cup of tea, Horrie?'

   'No thanks, Mummy.'

   'Come and sit with me while I drink this, then.'

   I followed her into the living room, where she kicked her shoes off and
slumped on the sofa.  I sat beside her, very close but not touching.

   'Tea's still too hot....  Now where were we last night.  Oh yes, jerking
off.  I see you've still got a nice hard-on.'

   'I jerked off three more times, Mummy...'

   'Good boy!' Give me a hug for being a good boy with no hang-ups.'

   She was warm and soft, and I dared to feel the nylon stockings at the
top of her thighs and ran a hand down to her knees.  I had a sudden wish to
wear stockings myself, they felt so good as my bare leg pressed against
hers.

   'You find wearing my undies sexy?'

   'Oh yes...'

   'So do I!  Now, if you look in my top drawer beside the bed you'll find
a black nylon nightie.  Go and get it, sweetie.'

   It was a black see-through shortie nightie with nice, full matching
knickers.  I held them to my face for a moment, feeling the texture on my
cheek, and then returned to the living room.

   'Go on.  Put them on, Horrie.'

   'Can I?  Really?'

   She laughed.  'Go on!  You'll look really cute.'

   I felt no embarassment at all as I slipped the green panties down and
gave her a glimpse of my hard cock before I slipped the sheer nylon over my
shoulders.  Now the panties, much looser and fuller than any I had worn
before.  I stood and looked at myself in the mirror.  'Lovely!' I muttered
to myself, and mother laughed again.  I could see my cock clearly through
the black nylon, and also my nipples, which were standing hard.  They had
only just started to do this a few weeks before, and were beginning to get
nice and sensitive.  I decided it must be part of growing up, like the
hairs at the root of my cock, and starting around my anus.

   Mother laughed.  'But you are right, Horrie.  You are lovely!'

   I sat beside her, my arm round her waist, hers over my shoulder and
resting on my nipple.

   'Tomorrow, Horrie, I'll take you shopping and we'll buy you some pretty
things for you to have as your own.  i don't mind you borrowing mine, but
I'm sure you'd rather have your own?'

   'Oh yes please!'

   'And some shoes, so you can practise wearing high heels...'

   'Oh, Mumsy!'

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   And so Susie was born, replacing Horace as the person I most identified
as myself.  Over the months I learned to walk confidently on very high
heels, and it became completely natural for me to change into my Susie
clothes as soon as I got in.

   I still did not dare to cross-dress in public, and only my mother saw me
as I really was.  i was not out even to my best friend (my only friend!)
Harry, though as we moved well into our teen years we got even closer, and
even more isolated from the other boys.  I was not interested in girls, and
nor it seemed was Harry, though we had sometimes to pretend interest when
other boys started boasting and/or fantasising about conquests.  Harry,
with his large and well-muscled body and smouldering mediterranean looks
had several girls hot for him, but he gently dissuaded them all.

   Mr Blenkinsop, the Biology teacher, gave the class a couple of lessons
in "human biology" and the mechanism of sex between men and women no longer
had any mysteries.  I knew why nature had given me a cock that went hard so
often, though the idea of sticking it into some girl's cunt was not that
esciting!  More usefully, mother bought our first computer, with dial-up
internet connection.  Too slow for video of course, it nonetheless allowed
me to access pictures of men having sex together, gay websites, and
especially a couple of favourite free transvestite sites.  These, and
stories on "Nifty" that I loved, taught me that my mouth and my arse were
the routes to sexual pleasure and fulfillment.

   I experimented with finger-fucking myself: the bottle of baby oil from
the bathroom cabinet gave me hours of pleasure as I lay abed in my satin
nightie, wanking and fucking myself with index and ring finger together,
imagining myself being shagged by a handsome, vigorous male.  And, yes,
sometimes my friend Harry figured in these masturbatory fantasies.  After a
while, I needed more than fingers, and I started to use an old, broken
chairleg, turned rounded on a lathe and worn smooth over the years.  With
some oil, this slipped up me easily!

   A few weeks of this, and I found a site selling dildos and butt plugs. I
sent off my postal order, and the dildo, black and gloriously cock-shaped,
duly arrived.  the trusty old chairleg still got used occasionally, but
mostly it was the rubber toy!

   I sometimes wore panties under my trousers for school when we did not
have Gym or Sports that day, and sometimes even glossy tights, or suspender
belt and stockings.

   Mother showed me how to wax my legs, arms, balls, and round my anus.  I
would have liked to have removed the light fringe of golden curls at the
root of my cock, but could not because of the communal showers at school.
But I did shape it into a tidy line, keep it trimmed short, and as the
first hairs appeared on my belly and chest, whisked them off as well.  I
started to use her hairdresser instead of the men's barber, and was careful
to look after my nails.  I used to borrow mother's make-up, though with my
peaches and cream complexion I needed only a light foundation, a dab of
powder and lipstick to make me even more feminine than I naturally was.

   Some of the boys, and especially those a year or two older were even
more open in demanding sex (they wanted sucking off), but I was still
adamant.

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   I was fourteen when Giovanni entered our lives.

   He was a surgeon at the University Hospital, still only in his late
twenties, an Italian.

   I knew there was something very different the first night mother brought
him home.  They woke me up through the thin walls of our bedrooms, with
mother moaning and almost shouting her pleasure.  I counted four times he
made her come, and it seemed each a better orgasm than the one before.  I
know he was fucking her and not simply sucking her off because I could hear
the bed springs bouncing faster and faster into a crescendo with her shouts
of joy, then declining, only to speed up again towards the next one.

   I lay there in my nightie (I can recall it was ivory satin, very slinky
and pleasant as it clinged to my body).  I lay on my back, my legs wide
open, and slipped my dildo into my well-oiled arse.  As my mother was
fucked a few feet away from me, I imagined it was myself receiving the
vigorous and spirited attentions of her lover.  I came and managed to keep
the cum off my nightie, cleaning myself up with a handkerchief.  But the
noises next door continued, and I was still hard.  I shoved the dildo in
again and fucked myself hard with it while I jerked off using my left hand.
Now I actually was Mother, receiving the cock of her lover-of-the-night. 
How I would have loved his mouth on mine, his hands on my tits, his mouth
on my nipples, his hands on my cock, cradling my balls, as he ploughed my
little arsehole.  I came again, a huge, nearly dry orgasm just as the
sounds died away next door, and I was able to sleep.

   Giovanni slept with Mother every night that week, though I did not see
him myself until Saturday morning.  He was everything I had imagined as I
masturbated!  Sex on legs!

   As mother introduced him to me he looked me up and down and I felt he
was mentally undressing me, not that I minded...  I saw a tall man with
broad shoulders, latin complexioned (like Harry Philbeam, I thought), and
with black, wavy hair.  He wore a dark suit and a white shirt, but no tie,
and I could see his sun-tan where he had left the top two shirt buttons
open.  More to the point I could see he was very, very hairy, with dense
black hair to his very throat.  But most sexy of all was his smile, and his
white, regular teeth.  He was saying something to me, but I was not
listening, just admiring, struck dumb by his animal sexuality.  He was the
first man I fell in love with!  Though older and wiser now, I actually know
that these sudden infatuations are in fact the result of sexual attraction,
and in retrospect I now know he felt the same sexual magnetism from the
little girlie-boy standing in front of him, not shy but just speechless.

   I recovered eventually, and sat down with them drinking my juice while
they had toast and coffee.  Giovanni was very attentive to me, asking me
about school, football, and embarassing me with a joking question about
girlfriends.  There was something in his dark eyes when I replied that I
was not interested in girls, a sort of glittering excitement That made him
even more sexy.

   As I walked the few steps down the road to Harry's apartment block I
realised that I wanted this man, more than anything I wanted him to take
me!

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   Saturday and Sunday night I listened to their love-making, laying in my
room with the light dimmed, fucking myself with my dildo and imagining it
was Giovanni deep in my bottom.  I came again and again, and only the baby
oil protected my little cock from becoming sore.

   Mondays, Harry had his extra maths tutoring as usual once a week, so I
went straight home from school and let myself in.

   Giovanni was in the living room, sprawled on the sofa and listening to
classical music on the radio.

   'Helen's doing some shopping before the club, and then I'll meet her
there.'

   I dumped my school bag in the corner and stood looking at him.  I expect
he could read my attraction to him in my eyes and in my body language.  And
he certainly was attractive in his crisp, well-cut jeans, and again an open
shirt showing his sexy chest.  He asked me a few polite questions about my
school day, and there was something so very sexy about that slight Italian
accent too.  I could feel my cock waking up and beginning to stiffen.  and
then out of the blue.....

   'Have you got your sexy panties on under that school uniform?'

   I was silent, but my blush must have given him the answer.  In fact, as
there was no sports or gym on a Monday, I had panties, suspender belt and
stockings on, light blue nylon and lace with white trimmings, and tan, lacy
top stockings, very glossy.

   'Helen has told me about Susie.  Come on, show me.  I'd love to see.'

   I was still silent, blushing scarlet, but my cock was straining hard,
and I'm sure he could see it pushing against my trousers.  I thought I
could see a bulge growing in his jeans as well.

   'Come, on, take those trousers off, and let me see.  you really are
attractive, and I would love to see.'

   Slowly I started, taking my blazer,tie and shirt off first and untying
my pony tail, shaking my head so the hair fell nicely to my shoulders. 
Then my shoes and socks, and then, slowly, I undid my belt and allowed my
trousers to fall to my feet, sliding down over slippery nyloned legs.  I
was Susie!

   There was now that particular smile and glitter in his eyes that I have
since got to know so well, the look of a man who lusts!  He stetched his
arms out in front of him as he sat.  'Come here, Susie!'

   I shuffled towards him until he could get his arms around me, his hands
on my bottom cheeks, to pull me still closer until my crotch was so close
to his face he could nuzzzle me, his lips on my silky, lacy nylon.  I felt
his hands run down and up my stockinged legs as his mouth closed on my cock
nibbling at it, hard but guarded by tight panties.  Not for long, though,
as he pulled the waistband down and anchored it under my hairless balls,
making them push out and leaving my cock naked and free.  I heard him
murmur to himself, 'Lovely!  So lovely!' Then for the first time in my
young life I felt the warm wetness of a mouth on my cock, first just my
knob, and then the full length, his hands again on my buttocks.  I remember
sighing with pleasure, and holding his head between my palms, his wavy
black hair silky under my hands.  He started to bob back and forth, my cock
sliding in and out between his full, lascivious lips.  I reached and
caressed his strong neck and then the muscles of his shoulders, running my
finger tips through the black hairs that flourished even there.

   I looked sideways to the long mirror, and the sight there was worthy of
any of the pics I had found on the internet.  I looked really lovely, so
slender and with my shining blonde hair, and he so sexy with his tanned and
aquiline face.

   'I'm going to come!'

   I knew from my internet surfing that many men liked to have cum in their
mouths and swallow, but also that some did not.  Giovanni was of the first
persuasion, and his head moved faster and faster till I spurted my
little-boy cum in his mouth.  He held my cock, twitching, in his mouth a
few seconds and then released it, leaning down and pulling my trousers up
again for me.

   I would have liked to have sucked him off as well, but the moment had
passed and in any case I was too shy to ask him or to take that initiative
unasked.

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   That night I listened to their lovemaking, and it seemed to me that
Giovanni was even more vigorous than usual: I counted mother's five
orgasms! I lay in my nightie, fucking myself with my favourite old
chairleg, and jerking off twice until all was quiet again next door.  My
fantasies were now all of Giovanni, and I imagined myself being sucked
again by him, and that the chairleg was his cock fucking me just as he did
my mother.

   The next night their lovemaking was much shorter, only a few minutes,
and then silence.  I had only come once using my dildo, and although my
cock was still hard I dozed off to sleep.

   I was awoken in the middle of the night by a hand over my mouth and a
voice whispering 'Shh!' in my ear.  It was Giovanni, and a naked Giovanni
at that.  I reached up and switched the light on, dimmed down to
near-darkness, but enough to see my midnight visitor.  He was laying with
me on the bed, covers thrown back, and the length of his body was pressed
against me.  'Shh, Susie.  It's only me.' Then his mouth was on mine and
after an instant we were kissing, my first real lover's kiss, long and
passionate, tongues in and out of mouths and lips wide open.  I could feel
his hands on my body, sometimes caressing me through the nylon of my
night-dress, and sometimes up and beneath seeking my chest and nipples. 
His body was muscular and hairy and my little hands were exploring him as
eagerly as his.  Above all I was aware of his cock, always pressing into me
whatever position our writhing took us too, hard and springy, and promising
everything I had been dreaming about.  I was almost painfully hard as well,
and found I was rubbing it against his body with each embrace.

   He slipped his hand down the waist of my nightie's panties, and I felt
him hold my cock.  I held his too, scarcely able to close my fist about its
girth.

   'Let's have these off!' He was drawing my panties slowly down.  over my
hips, thighs, calves, and finally I was naked from the waist down.  As he
leaned back to have a good look at me, I had the chance to study him.  How
sexy those broad shoulders, and hard six-pack belly, and the whole body
with its thick fleece of black hair, even shoulders and back.  His cock
pointed at me like some miniature cold-war rocket, balls almost hidden in
the thick mat of body hair.  He had that sexy smile as usual.  'Now that is
really lovely.  blue suits you, Susie.' My nightie, shortie plus panties,
was dark blue that night.  'Lovely legs!  So slender and smooth!' I lay on
my back while he caressed my thighs, and it was no surprise when he leaned
forward and closed his lips around my knob.

   'Me too, PLease!' I turned round on the bed till my face was against his
crotch, nuzzling his cock and balls.  I wanted to suck cock, like those
guys I had seen on websites, like the trannies in my favourite site. 
Knowing this was a great moment in my young life, I held his throbbing cock
in one hand, openened my lips, and slid it into my mouth.  I heard him
groan in pleasure.  I knew what to do, and bobbed up and down on it,
slipping it in and out and stroking his balls all the while.  We were
laying on our sides and it was easy for him to move his hips, fucking me in
my mouth.  I had one arm over his body, my hand on his powerful buttocks,
feeling the muscles under the warm skin and mysterious hair.

   His hands were on my bottom too and he moved me slightly.  I realised
why when I felt his mouth on my cock again.  So we sucked each other in
silence except for the slurping sounds of mouth and lips on cock.  I felt
his body tense under my palms, and then my mouth was filled with the
silkiness of his cum: one, two three spurts.  I swallowed franticly,
surprised and excited by the amount.  I had not been prepared for the
difference between an adult man and my own thin, boyish cum.  Exciting it
was, and as I swallowed I felt my own orgasm rising, starting in my arse
and balls, coiling, and then springing from my cock into his mouth.

   We lay side by side, each with the other's cock resting quiet in his
mouth.  Giovanni was going limp, but mine was still hard, I recall. 
Finally he pulled away from me, sat up, kissed me on my forehead, and
wordlessly went back to mother's bed.  I lay thinking about how good this
sex was, and had to cum again, my false penis up my bum!

  
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   This went on for about a month: some nights he would come and we would
sixty-nine, and some nights I would have to masturbate alone.

   Then, just before the long school holidays mother was offered a training
course by the company she worked for.  She was excited because this meant
she was being considered for promotion to Club or Casino Manager somewhere
in the chain, and also because the courses were great fun people said. 
This was to be in Blackpool, the other end of the country, and would last
six days.

   Luckily Giovanni would be able to move in while she was away and look
after me.....

   The first Monday, when I came home from school about seven because I had
been chatting with Harry, he was already there waiting for me.  He kissed
me, and both of us were hard as we embraced.

   'There's a surprise for you on your bed!'

   New lingerie, stockings, a lovely pair of silver high-heeled strappy
shoes, and a really beautiful silk dress, blue to match my eyes.  Of
course, I just had to try it all on, and threw off my drab school uniform
(I had been wearing black nylon panties as well, but they were cast aside
too.) I held the dress up to my naked body and looked at myself in the
mirror, and it was lovely.....I was lovely.

   I suddnly realised that I should not wear these beautiful things, still
crisp and with their labels attached, until I had showered, so it was
quickly to the bathroom, shower cap to protect my hair, and a hot needle
shower, two soapy fingers up bottom to make sure nice and pure there. 
Dried, mother's scented talcum powder to soften my skin, I adjusted the
suspender belt, took the glossy nylons from their envelope, and slowly
slipped them up over my legs.  I loved and still love the feel of nylon on
my shaven legs, and with the catches fastened and straps tightened they
looked good too.  Now the matching white panties, full cut, satin and lace,
and I was beginning to feel like Susie again, my cock making its usual tent
in the knickers.  I put on my foundation, a dab or two of powder, non-smear
lipstick, and was ready to try on the dress.

   It fitted perfectly, and the zip and catch at the back were manageable.
The silky fabric clung to my legs, reaching about three inches above the
knee.  My shoulders were bare except for two straps, and the dress left my
back mostly bare.  In fact it was almost true to say it revealed as much as
it covered.  I let my hair out of its pony-tail and spent at least ten
minutes brushing it until it really shone.  Now the shoes....  These were
silver, with clear, transparent heels about an inch higher than anything I
had tried before.  They, too, were a perfect fit, with one strap taken in a
couple of holes, and I found I could walk comfortably in them.  A dream! 
Sex on legs!

   Giovanni, too, looked magnificent, dressed now in his dinner jacket,
with his broad shoulders and that masculinity enhanced by the male's
evening uniform.  I stood at the door, aware of my glamour and sexiness, in
a silly cheesecake pose, one leg raised, as they do.

   'Don't move!' He had his camera and was snapping away.  I have one of
those pictures framed on the wall of my little study now, and it reminds me
of that evening.  He took lots of photos of me that week, but never a
risque one, probably because I was under-age and such an image would have
been dangerous.  I wish I had at least one of him naked...or better still
of the two of us making love.  All I have of him is a portrait, head and
shoulders....

   We kissed, of course, but that was all.

   'We're going out.  I've a table at Massimo's.  I'll call the taxi now.
But we must do something about this!' He brushed his hand against my crotch
where my cock was outlined in silk, despite panties and dress.  Put these
on under your panties.  It was a pair of very strong, tight knickers of the
same elasticated material that they make into old-fashioned corsets. 
Giovanni watched as I pulled my white knickers off, wriggled into these
rather horrible contraptions, and then put on my knickers again.  They did
the job.  Cock held hard against body and no sign of a bulge!

   I was flabbergasted, but excited.  Massimo's was just the best, and most
expensive restaurant in town.

   We made a fine entrance to the restaurant, a waiter taking our coats
(Giovanni had bought me a lovely calf-length jacket for the occasion). 
Massimo himself greeted Giovanni as if he were family (perhaps he was for
all I know), and paid me compliments on my beauty.  'We will give you a
table where all the diners can see you and enjoy the sight of the most
beautiful lady, and her most handsome escort!'

   Indeed, it was a good table, the focus really of the restaurant, and I
was aware of female and male eyes looking at us in admiration and probably
desire.  They would be wondering who this girl was, with her slender,
model's figure, and nearly flat chest.  Nearly?  Completely without tits!
You could even see her hard little nipples through the silky fabric of her
dress.  For a long time models had been getting more and more slender (some
would say thin!), but this one carried it to extremes, and yet she was
desireable and very beautiful.  Men licked their lips, and women wondered
what that hunk of a man would be like in bed with with the slight girl.

   I looved the attention: I was completely secure in my Susie persona now,
and knew I was more feminine than any of the other women in the restaurant,
even the dolly-birds with their middle-aged, wealthy protectors.  and my
man was a real man, strong and sexy!

   The meal went well, helped in my case by a glass of white wine and a
glass of red.

   After we had finished I went to the toilets, remembering to vist the
"Ladies".  Another first!  It was fun sitting in front of a mirror there
and touching up my make-up, checking my dress.  Two other girls accepted me
entirely as one of them!

   After the meal it was a short stroll to the club where mother worked,
and here again my man had a great welcome.  We drank champagne (not much!)
and danced.  This was the first time I had ever danced and I loved it,
especially smooching with Giovanni, feeling his hard cock against my body
as we swayed together, knowing he would make love to me in bed later.  It
was great the way his leg slipped between mine, and sometimes I could raise
mine to press on his erection.

   In the taxi did not kiss me or feel me up, but I rested my head on his
shoulder.  The taxi driver could see us in his mirror I guess....

   .........................................................

   As he unlocked the door I felt an excited tightness in my chest, a
mixture of sexual tension and fear.  It had been a lovely evening and I
just knew that Gio was going to crown it by taking my virginity, by
introducing me to the pleasure I had imagined, seen images of on the net,
half-experienced with my dildo.  In our hallway he stopped, turned round,
took me in his arms and kissed me, long and lingering, his tongue in my
mouth, his hands on my butt.

   We hung our coats up.

   'You look lovely, and everyone admired you and envied me, Susie.'

   'And you look so elegant in your dj, and so strong and masculine!'

   'That corset thing worked.'

   'You couldn't get a hard-on under that in any case, so there was no
danger of the dress line being spoiled.  Jeez, I'll be glad to get them
off!'

   'Here, let me help.'

   He knelt in front of me and reached under the hem of my silk dress.  I
felt him pull the elasticated contraption down, along with my panties over
them.  the release of my cock was a real blessing, and as I placed my hands
on his shoulders I felt life returning to it.

   'Doesn't seem permanent damage.' He laughed.  'You're getting hard again
as usual.'

   'That's you doing that.  Very suggestive kneeling!'

   I felt him lift the hem of my dress, and his chin on my thigh, and then
the warmth of his mouth around my knob.  But only for a second.

   'Bed for for us, Susie!'

   I watched him undress as I brushed my hair and re-did my powder and
lipstick.  He lay naked on the bed, his cock really hard and springy,
standing away from that flat and splendidly hairy belly.  I unclasped my
dress and let it fall to the floor.

   'Come to the bed like that, Susie.  It's so sexy you in your lingerie.'

   I admired myself a second in the long mirror, striking a pose: yes, I
did look good, tanned skin and pure white lingerie.

   'What shoes as well?'

   'Oh yes, your legs are great, but those shoes make your ankles so very
sexy.

   On the bed my mouth went immediately to his cock, swallowing the full
length as I had learned.  I bobbed up and down on it, enjoying his groans
and murmurs of appreciation, and caressing his hairy chest, belly and
muscular thighs.  Soon!  Soon he would have me!

   'Stop a minute, Susie.  that's too good, and I don't want to come yet.'

   'Why not?  Are you going to fuck me?'

   'Do you want that?'

   'More than anything.  But It will be my first.....'

   'I'll be gentle...'

   'There's some oil in the drawer there....'

   I watched as he oiled his cock, gleaming and so sturdy and masculine,
and kneeled for him to spread oil in my bottom crack.  I gave a little
squeak as his oily finger penetrated and gave me a little finger fuck.  It
felt nice, and nicer still with two fingers.

   'I really want it, Gio.'

   'My sweetie!  On your back then.'

   Up to then I thought it was always done from behind, and certainly all
the pics and descriptions I had seen had been with the passive partner
kneeling or laying on the side.  But this would be nice as I would be able
to see Gio's face and my hard cock would bounce about between us.  He
lifted my legs and I helped as he put them over his shoulder.  I closed
them a bit so my thighs were close to his cheeks.

   'That's lovely, nylon thighs.  and your bottom is just right now.' I
felt the lovely sensation of a knob pushing on my anus.  I still love that
feeling!  And then he was in me, the knob, and then the full length sliding
in.  There was no pain, nothing to fear, just the delight of giving myself
to a handsome man!  He rested with his cock completely embedded.

   'All right?'

   'That's lovely!  Don't stop!'

   This first time he fucked me slowly and gently, but not for very long. I
played with his nipples and the fur of his chest as he got closer and
closer to coming.  I felt him speeding up, and mischievously put my hand on
his arse, my fingers slipping into his crease and tap-tapping on his anus.
He came, and although I could not feel it I knew he was pumping spurt
afterspurt of hot cum into me.  The thought was too much, and my own cock
spurted, cum splashing on him and onto me.

   After a moment or two he rolled off me, gave me a light kiss on my
forehead, and I could see in his eyes how good it had been.

   And then he astounded me by falling asleep!  (Now I know lots of guys do
that, not all but lots all the same!).

   I lay there thinking how I was now grown-up, and how I intended to have
more, much more of this!

   After a bit I got up and undressed fully, took off my little bit of
make-up, and had a shower.  In the shower I finger fucked myself as usual,
and could feel his cum still up there.  I put on my black shorty nightie,
seethru and with full, loose panties, joined him on the bed, and went to
sleep.

   ................................................

   The clock said 3-15 and it was still dark when I woke up.  He had pulled
my panties down my thighs as I lay on my side, and had managed to slip his
cock up into me without waking me up.  Astounding!

   He had thrown aside the light sheet covering us and I could feel one of
his hands up underneath my loose nightie gently stoking my chest and
nipples, the other on my naked bottom again gently caressing.  His cock
moved in and out, sliding easily and scarcely moving the bed at all, his
thighs pressing my bum for an instant at the moment of deepest penetration.
I was in ecstasy and fingering my hard little cock.  I was about to say I
was awake, but then decided not to as this long, slow fucking was so
delicious.  I would just lay there and enjoy it.  His free hand moved from
my chest down to my cock and grasped it a moment before starting to wank it
in time with the slow rhythm of his cock.  This went on for a few minutes
but I could not hold it back and felt the orgasm mounting as the gentle
massage of my g-spot and the sliding of his fingers up and down my cock
produced the inevitable effect.  I came, and felt his fist sliding now
slippery with my cum.  This must have excited him because he was fucking me
faster now, though just as gently, and I felt his lips against my neck, his
arms pulling me very close.  And then I knew he was coming as his
penetration was four or five short, sharp jabs.  I could imagine the spunk
spurting from him deep inside me.

   He kept his cock up me for a long time, perhaps five minutes, but then I
felt it withdrawn, and the bed moved as he got up.  The toilet flushed, and
I heard the shower.  I was asleep before he came back.

   ............................................

   I overslept, and it was after nine o'clock when I woke.  The bed beside
me was empty, but there was a note on the pillow.  "Gone to get some
croissants.  Back about ten.  Be an angel and wear the clothes I've left on
the settee."

   I love new clothes and was out of bed like a shot.  (The sheets were a
mess, and I knew they would have to go in the washing machine, but my new
things first!)

   It was teeny wear!  As I unpacked the bags I found a lovely little
tartan mini-skirt and a silky white top that looked as if it would be very
tight.  There were white cotton socks and designer trainers, the sort they
call FMPs (fuck-me-pumps).  The last little box had the most sensational,
and expensive, bra and panties in light grey silk with white trimming.  I
rushed to the shower before I put them on.

   It was actually nearer eleven when I heard Giovanni's key in the door. I
was waiting for him, classicly pretty teenage girl!  I ran to the door and
threw myself into his arms.  I was so grateful for what he had taught me
during the night and felt so feminine, so girlie.  He whirled me round and
kissed me hard.

   'My, but you look good!'

   'I can feel your cock hard against me, Gio.'

   'We'll have some more, then, little Susie, but first I'll show you how
to use this.'

   "This" was an anal douche!

   It was a lot of fun trying it out for the first time in the bathroom,
Gio bending me over and pulling my panties aside to insert the nozzle.  I
was quite used by now (of course!) to sticking things up my bum, but still
giggled as he squeezed the bulb and the tepid water filled my bottom.

   'Now give it a few minutes and then sit on the toilet to get rid of it.
Then do it once more for yourself.  I'll be in the kitchen having a coffee.
Have fun!'

   I soon got the hang of it and in no time was running into the kitchen,
eager I must admit for some more fucking!

   'I'm nice and clean for you, Gio.'

   'Let's try it out then....'

   He grasped me a bit roughly, turned me round and bent me over the
kitchen table, among the debris of coffee, croissants and butter.  The
butter was useful as he unzipped and released his hard cock before smearing
it with Kerrygold!  I felt him pull my panties crotch to one side and put
some butter in my arse crease and into my arse.  Then the weight of his
knob pushing against my anus (lord, how I loved that, and still do!), and
the momentary pang of penetration followed by the long, slow, sensual slide
as his cock sank deeper and deeper until I felt the fabric of his trousers
against my bum.  If during the night he had been gentle, this time he gave
me a proper, rough fucking, doing me hard and slapping my arse as he fucked
me.  Without thinking I found myself telling him to do me harder, faster,
and I'm sure another couple of minutes I would have come into my panties.
As it was, he took his pleasure, squirted deep inside me, and pulled his
cock out.

   'Look!  See, Susie.  Clean as a whistle!'

   That afternoon he took me tenpin bowling, dressed in my teenie girlie
clothes, and one of the boys in my class was there.  He looked at me and I
could see him thinking he knew this pretty little raver from somewhere, but
could not quite place me!  I loved it!

   .....................................................................

   While my mother was away we fucked night and day, with just sometimes me
sucking Gio off or him sucking me for a bit of variety.  This went on till
the Saturday morning, when I woke up to see that Gio was already up.

   I put on my long red nightie over the white suspender belt and white
glossy stockings I was still wearing (he had pulled the nightie off me to
fuck me during the night) and went through to the kitchen.  No-one!  But a
letter propped up against the coffee percolator.

   It was what they call a "Dear John", thanking me for a lovely week, but
saying "it's time for me to move on.  I've left an email for Helen in her
inbox".

   Bastard!  Bastard!  Bastard!

   I collapsed in tears.

   Mother came home at about eleven, and I was still sobbing.

   'He's gone Mumsy!  he's just bloody walked out, the bastard.  And I'm so
ashamed as he really was your man, and I've been having him.'

   'There, there, Susie.  No need to be ashamed.  I knew he'd been playing
about with you but you seemed so happy, and in any case I thought you might
keep him here longer than I could.  I knew he would walk out some time. 
they all do!'

   She read the brief email, and showed it to me.  It was cold and
heartless!

   'Did he fuck you, Susie?'

   'Yes, Mumsy.  Lots and lots.'

   'Was it nice?'

   'Oh yes!'

   'Well, that's the main thing I suppose.  It's always nice while it
lasts, and he did fuck well, didn't he?  Anyway, he's gone now, but life
goes on.  Cheer up.  Why not go out for a walk, while I go and rest for a
few hours.  I've been up most of the night and the travelling.....

   ..............................................................

   I put my drabs on over the suspender belt and stockings, and also my
best white satin french knickers.  My walk took me to my favourite place, a
fallen tree along the river bank, where you could sit and watch the water
and the skater flies whirling in circles on the surface.  I was still
sobbing sometimes!  After a bit my self-pity and anger had been replaced by
an awareness that my mother had, yet again, been badly treated by a lover,
and now I was silently weeping for her, and for the shame of letting myself
be fucked by her man.  I stared into the water, seeing nothing.

   Then an arm round my shoulder and whispered words in my ear.

   It was Harry!

   I rested my head on his shoulder and was really weeping now.

   'Tell me, Horry.  Tell me if you want.'

   The arm was tighter, pulling me into him: I turned towards him and
unthinking both of us, our lips met.  It was a lovers' kiss, on and on and
on.  And then it all came tumbling out, and I told him about Susie,
Giovani, and all that I had allowed the guy to do to me.

   Harry had more sense than to say anything, just listening, but his hands
were caressing first my hair, then my face and neck, and finally resting in
my crotch.  My tears were vanishing and I could feel my cock getting hard.
And so could Harry, as I felt his fist close on my prick through my
trousers, grasping it.  Then, as he kissed me again, he had unzipped my
flies and his hand was inside, finding the satin of my panties and the warm
hardness of my cock beneath.  I rested my hand in his crotch and he, too,
was erect.  Now my belt was undone and Harry was kneeling in front of me
his mouth on the satin of my knickers.

   'I want.....'

   I knew what he wanted, and had already told him how good it had been
when Gio had sucked me off.  So I did not allow him to finish the
senetence, instead pressing his head hard into my cock and balls.  I felt
him fumble my cock free, and then the warmth of his lips around my knob,
and the shaft sliding into his throat.  I came quickly.  He swallowed.

   Later we sat there, whispering and kissing as lovers do.  I realised in
those moments that I loved Harry, and heard him telling me he had always
loved me and had longed to make love to me, not daring to mention it even.
I wanted to suck him off, but it would be so much nicer me as Susie and him
on my bed with me, so we walked hand-in-hand along the river bank and
through the park, only letting go of each others' hands when there were
more people about in the street.

   At home my mother was up and about again, and she made Harry a cup of
tea while I transformed myself into Susie.

   His face when he saw me was a picture of astonishment, admiration, and,
yes, lust!  My mother laughed and sent us packing.  'To bed with you two
lovebirds!'

   .........................................................

   We lay on the bed fully dressed, sometimes side-by-side, sometimes me on
top, mostly Harry on top of me.  We may have been fully clothed, but that
did not stop Harry feeling me up under my skirt as we kissed, stroking my
bottom and grasping my cock through the satin.  I, too, was enjoying his
body, my hands caressing his back, up under his shirt, feeling down the
waistband of his jeans, pressing my hard cock against his.  We kissed and
kissed and kissed again!

   'Let me undress you, Harry.  I want to see you naked.'

   It was the work of moments to pull his trainers and socks off, his shirt
up over his head, his trousers down to his ankles and off.  And there he
was, more slender than Gio,almost hairless, but soooo sexy.  It was my turn
now, and I knelt over him holding his cock and balls in my hand, kissing
his knob.  Now I closed my mouth around it and heard him sigh, his legs
tensing as I slipped it down into my throat.I gobbled him a bit, but was
careful not to let him get anywhere near coming!

   'You now, Susie.'

   He slipped my pumps off and I lifted my hips so he could unzip my skirt.
My top was silky and tight, sexy I thought, but he wanted that off too, and
his lips were on my nipples the moment I was bare.  My cock twitched as he
sucked first one and then the other, making them as hard as little grains
of rice.

   'I love these knickers, Susie, but want them off!'

   So I lay there now, naked except for my satin and lace suspender belt
and glossy, white stockings.

   'Your cock and balls are so sexy...do you shave them?'

   'Wax, darling.  All except just here.'

   'Mmmmmm.'

   His turn to suck me now, and as his mouth worked on my cock I reached
for the baby oil and quietly spread some into my arse crease.

   'Lay on top of me again, Harry.  I love to feel the weight...'

   And not only the weight of his body!  As I lay under him I could feel
his knob pushing into my crack with that delicious pre-fuck promise of
pleasure.  All I had to do was to bend my legs at the knee, raise my bum
just a bit, and yes, the knob slid into my pussy as easy as a finger into a
honey pot.

   'Jeez, Susie.  I'm in you.  Is it all right?'

   'All right, Harry?  It's lovely.  Now just push a bit and you'll be all
the way up.  Yes!  Just like that.  Now fuck me, darling.  I've wanted this
so much since we sat by the river.'

   'I've wanted it for months, dreamed about it...'

   'Well, as hard and fast as you want!'

   It did not take long, of course, his first fuck, and I could feel him
cream in me, and his cock move even easier with the lubrication of all that
spunk.  Finally he stopped and we lay there, his cock still hard and still
up inside me while we kissed.

   'Thank you, Harry, darling.  That was lovely.' I let my legs fall down
to the bed and his cock slipped out.  I turned on my side away from him and
pushed my butt into his crotch.  Harry reached over me and was gently
jerking my cock as we lay, him kissing my back and neck as his cock pushed
againt my buttocks.

   'What do you want to do this afternoon, Susie?'

   'You know, I'd like you to take me bowling, and show off your new
girlfriend.  I'm sure the other guys and girls won't recognise me, and
they'll all envy you, I hope.'

   'I'm sure they will!  Envy me, I mean!'

   'Then we can go and have a pizza of a burger.  I'll get Mumsy to give us
some money.'

   'I've got a bit.'

   'But first, slip that cock up me again, and this time I'll come as well.
I love it from behind like this.'

   He fucked me, silent except for the noise of cock in oiled pussy, and I
came just as he did, a much longer fuck this time, of course.

   'I love you, Harry Philbeam!'

   'And I love you, Susie Lysenko!'

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