My Story - Part Two
I recommend you read the first part of My Story before you read this: http://xhamster.com/posts/844801
My experiences with Beverly became fewer and soon we stopped having them at all; she got a regular boyfriend and, years later, she married him. Even now I look back wistfully at our time together, our openness and honesty with each other was marvellous. Something people rarely have in relationships. Of course, it was purely sexual, so unlikely to survive - we hardly knew each other outside of our fingering and cumming.
I mentioned earlier, that I was a pretty ch11d, and my good looks persisted, no doubt attracting my next sexual partner, a boy at my school two years older than me, called Graham. He lived fairly close to me, so occasionally we would walk home together, idly chatting about school, with him trying to scare me with horror stories of life in the upper forms. We also talked about model railways, something I no longer had, having sold mine to buy a transistor radio. He, however, had inherited his uncle's magnificent layout, and he would often tell me about plans he had for landscaping it, or building a goods yard. Like most boys, even though I was no longer a hobbyist myself, I was fascinated by these small shiny machines and, one day, as we walked home from school having been given a half-holiday by the mayor on our speech day, he invited me into his house to see his set up.
His family knew an aunt of mine, so his mother didn't think it was strange i was there, and my mother never used to worry if I wasn't straight home from school. In any case, we had a whole afternoon free! After grabbing some refreshment from his mother's hands, we went up to the attic of the large house. It was a huge, dim, low-ceilinged space, with small spotlights illuminating a magnificent model railway that stretched from one end to the other of the attic. Apparently the house had been in the family for several generations, and his grandfather and uncle had built the set up and Graham had taken it over. There was no doubt he had the requisite skills, and as soon as he'd wolfed down his snack, he checked a few switches, turned on the main power and quickly had several beautiful little trains running around the layout.
After he had shown me various features - an engine turntable, automated points and a coal yard - I asked him what we should play with next. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed the front of my trousers and said 'How about you?' I recoiled a bit, but as I was sitting on a mattress on the floor, it was hard to escape. I asked him what he meant (although I had a pretty good idea!) He was quite blunt about it and said that, as a reward for him showing me his train set, I should show him my willy. I demurred a bit, and tried to make excuses, but I was actually quite open to the idea, I just didn't want to be thought of as a 'puff', which was the worst possible thing a boy could be. After all, I reasoned, I wasn't a puff, and his train layout was a pretty amazing thing...what the heck.
I unzipped my fly and extracted my cock, which soon stood to attention. He demanded I take off my trousers, but I asked him what if his mother was to come upstairs. Not a chance, there was actually an internal telephone installed in the attic (by his uncle) which meant that if she wanted him, she could ring him from downstairs - and the door was locked. Oh well! I raised my bottom off the mattress, and pulled my trousers and underpants down to my knees, lying back, supported by my elbows. He came closer and put his face down to my groin, closely examining my erect cock. By this time, I was pretty much fully-developed and with pubic hair. I was rock hard by now, excited by his interest, my cock lying flat down against my stomach. He reached out and pulled it up a couple of inches and released it. It smacked back against my belly. He was breathing quite heavily, obviously excited by my erection, and he began to stroke me, with his finger tips at first, and then he gripped my lightly and began wanking me very slowly and quite delicately.
Suddenly, he let go and stood up. Quickly removing his belt, he let his trousers fall to his ankles and pulled down his underpants. His - much larger than mine - cock jutted out through his shirt opening. Then he knelt down, astride my waist, his red knob inches from my face. Thrusting his groin, the tip came into contact with my lips, which I opened, as he slid the head into my mouth. 'Suck it!' he demanded...so I closed my lips on the very first cock I had ever touched (other than my own) and sucked on it as if it was a lollipop. A big lollipop, the head filled my mouth, and as he pushed against me, I found it hard to breathe, so I opened my mouth and pulled back, releasing his engorged tool.
He didn't seem to mind and returned his attention to my cock, which he started wanking again, less delicately this time, whilst his other hand rubbed at his own, now positioned above mine. As he speeded up, we both started breathing heavily and the inevitable happened, he started spurting cum all over my belly, cock and balls and before he'd finished, my own cum shot up over my belly on to my chest. As we subsided, he eased off the rubbing and he stood up, quickly pulling up his trousers; just as hastily, I hitched up my own. A few moments of embarrassed huffing, then he asked me if I was free on Saturday to come and play with the train set again. I was, so agreed I would see him then.
When I went to Graham's on Saturday, things were back to normal. We played with the trains for a few hours - I helped him with some landscaping he was doing - but as we became more relaxed in each other's company, it was obvious what was on both our minds. Eventually, he asked me if I wanted to play another game. I tried not to agree too eagerly, but my cock stiffened at the thought of what it might be. He rummaged behind one of the mattresses that were on the floor for low-level seating and pulled out a bag which he passed to me, telling me to look inside.
There were some clothes that I took out: it was a school uniform for the girls' high school. His s1ster's old school uniform; she was now at university. There were some blue knickers, knee socks, a white blouse, a pleated skirt and a bra. They were obviously quite old and Graham told me he had stolen pieces of his s1ster's clothes as she got older, and didn't miss them. Then he told me he thought they might be my size. At this point the penny dropped, he wanted me to dress as his s1ster! Oh well...here we go again. I pulled off my clothes until I stood there completely naked, Graham had dropped his trousers and was stroking his big cock in encouragement. I stepped into the knickers and dragged them over my hard dick, they were a bit loose, but the elastic waist held them up, even though I was bulging at the front. He helped me fasten the bra, his cock rubbing against my naked back as he did, and then he stuffed a couple of pairs of socks into it. Blouse, stockings and skirt, and there I was, a schoolgirl with an erection, barely concealed by the pleats of the skirt.
I had to do twirls for Graham, who was stroking himself more energetically now; then remove the knickers and continue to twirl. Eventually, he sucked me to orgasm as he wanked himself off and we lay back on the mattress, exhausted.
Over the moths that I went to Graham's, we did this many times, but he also 'fucked' me, by making me lie on my back, wearing only the bra, with my legs crossed as he thrust his cock between my thighs until he came. He would make me tuck my cock between my legs to make it look like a cunt, and even shaved off my pubes so that he could see the resulting creases more clearly. I was his plaything and he made sure he used me as much as possible. But I couldn't complain, he always made sure I came, too, and I did get to play with his train set.
One thing we never tried was anal, that was something I got up to with Peter, a lad in the same school year as me, with whom I used to go swimming. We progressed from feeling each other's equipment in the changing cubicle to sucking and wanking, and, on one memorable occasion, with the help of a jar of vaseline, I stuck my dick into his bum hole. He squealed and squirmed for a while, but eventually I got my (still not enormous) dick in and fucked him until I squirted my cum into his back passage. We used to take it in turns after that, and both of us enjoyed the experience, but, eventually, an interest in girls took him away from me, and, as Graham had, by now, gone to university, I was back to wanking alone, with no company.
I've no idea if Graham eve resolved his issues, but there was obviously something in his life that compelled him to dress a boy up as his own s15ter and repeatedly fuck him. I don't know whether I should be offended - was it that I was just a convenient body for him? or did he see something in me that was attractive anyway, and the whole 1nce5t thing was just an added bonus for him?
For my part, I adored dressing up in girl's clothes - and not just dressing up, but also engaging in sexual activity. Lying there in just a bra, with my knickers around my ankles, as Graham slid his big cock in and out of my groin, against my cock and balls, was the best sex I'd had - better even than anal with Peter, because, somehow, that was just a game; this was lust and love and raw sex.
Graham completed what my mother had started by dressing me up, he gave me a purpose, he made me into a sissy slut who wanted more.
Next: I leave home and go to art school.
My experiences with Beverly became fewer and soon we stopped having them at all; she got a regular boyfriend and, years later, she married him. Even now I look back wistfully at our time together, our openness and honesty with each other was marvellous. Something people rarely have in relationships. Of course, it was purely sexual, so unlikely to survive - we hardly knew each other outside of our fingering and cumming.
I mentioned earlier, that I was a pretty ch11d, and my good looks persisted, no doubt attracting my next sexual partner, a boy at my school two years older than me, called Graham. He lived fairly close to me, so occasionally we would walk home together, idly chatting about school, with him trying to scare me with horror stories of life in the upper forms. We also talked about model railways, something I no longer had, having sold mine to buy a transistor radio. He, however, had inherited his uncle's magnificent layout, and he would often tell me about plans he had for landscaping it, or building a goods yard. Like most boys, even though I was no longer a hobbyist myself, I was fascinated by these small shiny machines and, one day, as we walked home from school having been given a half-holiday by the mayor on our speech day, he invited me into his house to see his set up.
His family knew an aunt of mine, so his mother didn't think it was strange i was there, and my mother never used to worry if I wasn't straight home from school. In any case, we had a whole afternoon free! After grabbing some refreshment from his mother's hands, we went up to the attic of the large house. It was a huge, dim, low-ceilinged space, with small spotlights illuminating a magnificent model railway that stretched from one end to the other of the attic. Apparently the house had been in the family for several generations, and his grandfather and uncle had built the set up and Graham had taken it over. There was no doubt he had the requisite skills, and as soon as he'd wolfed down his snack, he checked a few switches, turned on the main power and quickly had several beautiful little trains running around the layout.
After he had shown me various features - an engine turntable, automated points and a coal yard - I asked him what we should play with next. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed the front of my trousers and said 'How about you?' I recoiled a bit, but as I was sitting on a mattress on the floor, it was hard to escape. I asked him what he meant (although I had a pretty good idea!) He was quite blunt about it and said that, as a reward for him showing me his train set, I should show him my willy. I demurred a bit, and tried to make excuses, but I was actually quite open to the idea, I just didn't want to be thought of as a 'puff', which was the worst possible thing a boy could be. After all, I reasoned, I wasn't a puff, and his train layout was a pretty amazing thing...what the heck.
I unzipped my fly and extracted my cock, which soon stood to attention. He demanded I take off my trousers, but I asked him what if his mother was to come upstairs. Not a chance, there was actually an internal telephone installed in the attic (by his uncle) which meant that if she wanted him, she could ring him from downstairs - and the door was locked. Oh well! I raised my bottom off the mattress, and pulled my trousers and underpants down to my knees, lying back, supported by my elbows. He came closer and put his face down to my groin, closely examining my erect cock. By this time, I was pretty much fully-developed and with pubic hair. I was rock hard by now, excited by his interest, my cock lying flat down against my stomach. He reached out and pulled it up a couple of inches and released it. It smacked back against my belly. He was breathing quite heavily, obviously excited by my erection, and he began to stroke me, with his finger tips at first, and then he gripped my lightly and began wanking me very slowly and quite delicately.
Suddenly, he let go and stood up. Quickly removing his belt, he let his trousers fall to his ankles and pulled down his underpants. His - much larger than mine - cock jutted out through his shirt opening. Then he knelt down, astride my waist, his red knob inches from my face. Thrusting his groin, the tip came into contact with my lips, which I opened, as he slid the head into my mouth. 'Suck it!' he demanded...so I closed my lips on the very first cock I had ever touched (other than my own) and sucked on it as if it was a lollipop. A big lollipop, the head filled my mouth, and as he pushed against me, I found it hard to breathe, so I opened my mouth and pulled back, releasing his engorged tool.
He didn't seem to mind and returned his attention to my cock, which he started wanking again, less delicately this time, whilst his other hand rubbed at his own, now positioned above mine. As he speeded up, we both started breathing heavily and the inevitable happened, he started spurting cum all over my belly, cock and balls and before he'd finished, my own cum shot up over my belly on to my chest. As we subsided, he eased off the rubbing and he stood up, quickly pulling up his trousers; just as hastily, I hitched up my own. A few moments of embarrassed huffing, then he asked me if I was free on Saturday to come and play with the train set again. I was, so agreed I would see him then.
When I went to Graham's on Saturday, things were back to normal. We played with the trains for a few hours - I helped him with some landscaping he was doing - but as we became more relaxed in each other's company, it was obvious what was on both our minds. Eventually, he asked me if I wanted to play another game. I tried not to agree too eagerly, but my cock stiffened at the thought of what it might be. He rummaged behind one of the mattresses that were on the floor for low-level seating and pulled out a bag which he passed to me, telling me to look inside.
There were some clothes that I took out: it was a school uniform for the girls' high school. His s1ster's old school uniform; she was now at university. There were some blue knickers, knee socks, a white blouse, a pleated skirt and a bra. They were obviously quite old and Graham told me he had stolen pieces of his s1ster's clothes as she got older, and didn't miss them. Then he told me he thought they might be my size. At this point the penny dropped, he wanted me to dress as his s1ster! Oh well...here we go again. I pulled off my clothes until I stood there completely naked, Graham had dropped his trousers and was stroking his big cock in encouragement. I stepped into the knickers and dragged them over my hard dick, they were a bit loose, but the elastic waist held them up, even though I was bulging at the front. He helped me fasten the bra, his cock rubbing against my naked back as he did, and then he stuffed a couple of pairs of socks into it. Blouse, stockings and skirt, and there I was, a schoolgirl with an erection, barely concealed by the pleats of the skirt.
I had to do twirls for Graham, who was stroking himself more energetically now; then remove the knickers and continue to twirl. Eventually, he sucked me to orgasm as he wanked himself off and we lay back on the mattress, exhausted.
Over the moths that I went to Graham's, we did this many times, but he also 'fucked' me, by making me lie on my back, wearing only the bra, with my legs crossed as he thrust his cock between my thighs until he came. He would make me tuck my cock between my legs to make it look like a cunt, and even shaved off my pubes so that he could see the resulting creases more clearly. I was his plaything and he made sure he used me as much as possible. But I couldn't complain, he always made sure I came, too, and I did get to play with his train set.
One thing we never tried was anal, that was something I got up to with Peter, a lad in the same school year as me, with whom I used to go swimming. We progressed from feeling each other's equipment in the changing cubicle to sucking and wanking, and, on one memorable occasion, with the help of a jar of vaseline, I stuck my dick into his bum hole. He squealed and squirmed for a while, but eventually I got my (still not enormous) dick in and fucked him until I squirted my cum into his back passage. We used to take it in turns after that, and both of us enjoyed the experience, but, eventually, an interest in girls took him away from me, and, as Graham had, by now, gone to university, I was back to wanking alone, with no company.
I've no idea if Graham eve resolved his issues, but there was obviously something in his life that compelled him to dress a boy up as his own s15ter and repeatedly fuck him. I don't know whether I should be offended - was it that I was just a convenient body for him? or did he see something in me that was attractive anyway, and the whole 1nce5t thing was just an added bonus for him?
For my part, I adored dressing up in girl's clothes - and not just dressing up, but also engaging in sexual activity. Lying there in just a bra, with my knickers around my ankles, as Graham slid his big cock in and out of my groin, against my cock and balls, was the best sex I'd had - better even than anal with Peter, because, somehow, that was just a game; this was lust and love and raw sex.
Graham completed what my mother had started by dressing me up, he gave me a purpose, he made me into a sissy slut who wanted more.
Next: I leave home and go to art school.
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