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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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How it all started.
I guess that I must have been about 11 or 12 years old when I began to take notice of the nude material that Mum used to pull over her legs every morning as I had my breakfast. Around the same time, I started to take notice of my friends mums legs. It was the mid 70’s and women were wearing short skirts and hot pants. I became fascinated. It wasn’t long before my curiosity got the better of me and I would take Mum’s tights out of the laundry basket and sneak them into my room. I pulled them on and was trembling with excitement, I loved the way the material felt on my skin. I couldn’t understand the feelings which I was experiencing but it felt good.
One day at school, I had been disruptive in class. I was sent to see the Headmaster and was stood outside his office waiting for my telling off. At the top of the corridor was a drinks machine and stood at the side of the machine, talking was a teacher called Mrs Wright. She was a plumpish 30 something, quite strict woman in her mid 30’s. I loved Mrs Wrights legs. She always wore short skirts and tights. She would sometimes sit on the end of her desk facing the class and flashing her gusset and panties. As I stood there watching her talking, I started to become excited, I placed my hand inside my trouser pocket and started to stroke my young hard cock, moments later I felt the most amazing sensations ripping through my body, my legs were giving way on me and my cock started to spurt out my first ejection of sperm. I was 12 years old.
I quickly ran off to the toilet, went into a cubicle and cleaned myself up. I was still shaking and although I knew what had just happened, I couldn’t believe how it had made me feel. That night I went home and disappeared straight into my room. I pulled a pair of sheer American Tan tights from my stash and pulled them on. My cock was harder than it had ever been and I spent the next few hours bringing myself off through the nylon whilst looking at the underwear section in one of mums mail order catalogue’s.
I had become obsessed with nylon and would often wear Mum’s tights underneath my clothes at every given opportunity. I was wanking myself off probably about 3 or 4 times per day and started to become addicted to the sensations of my orgasm’s. One sunny Saturday Morning, Mum said I had to go into town shopping with her. We walked into Debenhams department store and I couldn’t take my eyes off the gorgeous nylon clad legs of all the girls on the perfumery departments. I could feel my cock getting hard and knew that I would need to relieve myself soon. I asked Mum where the toilets were and she took me up to the 3rd floor toilets and told me to hurry up.
I walked into a cubicle, dropped my trousers and started to wank my hard cock, thinking of what I must feel like to stroke and caress the gorgeous legs of the girls downstairs. What I hadn’t noticed was that there was a massive hole in the cubicle wall and the guy on the other side obviously didn’t know that the cock he was watching belonged to a 13 year old kid. The next thing I could see from the corner of my eye was a massive cock being pushed through the hole, as I looked at it I instantly shot 3 or 4 heavy jets of cum over the cubicle wall, pulled up my trousers and hurried out of the toilets to my waiting Mum. Confused at what had just happened, I slowly started to piece thing together and realised that It mustn’t just be me with an orgasm addiction.
My circle of friends were all into Plane Spotting. Every weekend we would get the bus to the airport and take the numbers of the planes to record in our books. I soon realised hat there was more to be seen inside the airport terminal than there was on the outside. Those stewardesses were absolutely stunning. I would sit and watch them walking through the terminal with their shiny nylon covered legs before departing to the toilet cubicles to relieve myself (making sure that there wasn’t a hole in the cubicle wall). This went on for Months until one day when I left my deposit on the cubicle floor and the attendant went into the cubicle as I walked out. He saw the mess on the floor, shouted for me to come back and chased after me. He caught up with me and took me away from my friends and marched me back to the cubicle where he made me clean up the mess. He then took me into his “cleaners room” and told me that he was going to tell my friends what I had just done and phone my parents. I was crying and begged him not to. He told me that I had to be punished and the only other alternative was to let him punish me. I agreed. He told me to take down my trousers and lean over the table. Smack, Smack , Smack. His hand was belting down on my bare bottom and every smack was harder that the last. I was crying and telling him that I had had enough and wouldn’t do it again. After about 20 smacks he told me to pull up my trousers and not to come back. It was only when I was pulling up my trousers that I realised that I was wearing Mums tights underneath them. I bet he had a good wank after I had left.
Life went on like this for the next couple of years until one day I found myself walking past Debenhams. I remembered the glory hole incident and out of curiosity decided to see if it was still there. I walked in and there it was. I sat on the toilet and started to stroke my cock whilst reading all the dirty messages which had been written on the walls. I heard somebody go into the next door cubicle and I just sat there still waiting for him to go so I could finish what I was doing. I could hear noises and It soon became obvious that he was playing with his cock. Out of curiosity I looked through the hole and there was an eyeball staring back at me. I shit myself. He was watching me. I recoiled and could hear him moving about. Then it happened. He pushed his cock through the hole. I could hear him whispering in a soft voice “suck it, suck it”. I don’t know what happened, my heart was pounding and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I took it in my hand and played with it, wanking it slowly backwards and forwards, I was mesmerised, incredibly turned on and my cock was like a bar of steel. After a while he pulled out and pushed his finger through the hole. I heard him whisper “push your cock through”. I did as I was told and felt him wrap his hand around it. He was wanking my cock from the other side of the wall. My legs were trembling and my heart was thumping so hard I thought it was going to explode out of my chest. All of a sudden I felt a warm, wet feeling around my cock and I knew he had put it in his mouth. Within a few moments I was sweating and panting. I knew there were people outside the cubicle but I didn’t care. I could feel my orgasm building up and then I exploded into his mouth. It seemed to go on forever, spurt after spurt of thick hot creamy spunk being emptied into this dirty bastard’s mouth. My legs buckled and I had to sit back down on the toilet whilst I recovered. I heard him flush the toilet and leave. I left a short time later and wondered if he had been waiting outside somewhere in the busy store to see what I looked like.
I would visit Debenhams toilets as often as I could. I knew that I wasn’t gay because I was out snogging girls every Friday night, but every Saturday lunchtime I would be back at the glory hole having my cock sucked.
When I was 17, my parents organised a family holiday to Spain. I tried to get the time off to join them but couldn’t as I was serving an apprentiship and had some critical units to study for on the same dates as the holiday. I was disappointed but then it dawned on me that I would have the house to myself for 2 weeks and could do whatever I liked. The day finally came and I hurried home from work knowing that the house would be empty. I knew exactly what I was going to spend the night doing. It was a Friday so there was no work in the morning. I picked up a bottle of vodka from the corner shop and walked into the empty house. I poured myself a drink and headed up to my sisters bedroom. Julie was 22 years older than me but her clothes and shoes fitted me perfectly. I put on her bra and padded it out with a couple of pairs of my socks, Black frilly French panties were next followed by a pair of sheer black glossy tights. I was getting so turned on. I tried on a few skirts until I found a nice black mini which looked good. A white blouse and a blonde wig out of Mums room followed by Julies black stiletto heels. I looked in the mirror and almost came on the spot. I was absolutely stunning.
Over the next few days, I had tried on most of Julie’s and Mum’s clothes and had been experimenting with makeup. I was actually getting quite good at it and had been reading the instruction books which Julie had in her room. One night, very late, I decided to go for a walk. There were a group of lads stood outside the shop. My heart stopped. What if they knew me or recognised me. Fortunately they didn’t and I didn’t know them but as I walked past there was a couple of wolf whistles and a slap on my arse. Fuck me. They actually thought I was a girl. The thought of that turned me on so much, I had an amazing couple of wanks that night.
I eventually moved into a studio flat (we used to call them bedsit’s). and found myself free to do whatever I wanted. I started to buy clothes, shoes, wigs and makeup and soon had quite an impressive wardrobe. There was a public toilet about half a mile away. A urinal and 2 cubicles, and guess what? There was a massive glory hole between the 2 cubicles.
I loved being dressed and after a few visits to the glory hole, I decided to take it to the next level. I knew that the majority of guys liked trannies. I used to sit on the toilet till I thought someone was looking through the hole and flash my lacy panties and stocking tops. That was usually enough to prompt a nice hard eager cock to appear through the hole for me to wank off. I loved watching the cum shoot out onto my nylon covered legs and so one day I pulled on my underwear, put on my male clothes, packed a bag with my girlie clothes and headed down to my playground. Once inside the cubicle, I transformed myself into a slut. I was so excited and so was the guy who was first to walk into the next door cubicle. He looked through the hole and there I was, stood against the wall, Long blonde wig, low cut top, massive tits (made out of condoms filled with water), miniskirt showing my stocking tops. Black sheer seamed stockings and killer heels. I heard him say “Fucking Hell” before pushing his hard cock through the hole. Almost without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around it. This was the first time I had ever had a cock in my mouth and it felt good. I sucked on him like it was the last cock I was ever going to suck. I heard a grunt and felt his hot spunk oozing into my mouth. I felt like such a slut but my excitement had reached another level. I remained at the glory hole for hours and sucked off another 10-12 cocks.
I continued to do this for a few weeks and then I noticed messages appearing on the toilet wall about me. Someone had wrote “was in here yesterday and there was a gorgeous tranny next door. Boy can she suck” that was followed by “She has sucked me a few times. Always makes me cum” then “When does she come in” then “what’s your name babe”?. I was so hot by now. I was forming a fan club. On my next visit I took a permanent marker with me and underneath the writing which said “what’s your name babe” I wrote the word “Julie”.
Then it really took off. Everytime I went in there were more messages “When will you be in here” “Make date” “Can I fuck you” “do you take it” “ Can you accom”? I was curious about being fucked and wrote on the wall that I was an anal virgin but would love to try. One Friday night I decided to drive to the cubicle fully dressed. I did my makeup, dressed as slutty as possible, heavy eye liner and deep red lipstick. I bought myself a bottle of vodka and drove to the cubicle. I thought that I would wait in the car and keep an eye on who went in and out of the toilets so I could be sure that it was empty when I went in. I waited for about 20 minutes and nobody had gone in or out. I had my male clothes in the car and started to drink the vodka. I could get changed and walk home. I had drank half the bottle and nobody had been near. I decided to go inside and read the messages, Maybe someone had written some new ones. I walked in and pushed one of the cubicle doors open. It immediately slammed shut. “Shit, someone was in there”. I panicked, said sorry and went into the cubicle next door, then I realised that if he was looking through the hole he would see me dressed. He must have been in there for at least an hour. Shit. What if it was the police. I started to panic and sat down hoping he would just get up and leave. I heard him moving then I heard the toilet flush. Phew, that was close. A few seconds later my cubicle door flew open and this 40 something year old guy was stood there looking at me. I had mixed feelings of excitement and fear. He said “Are you Julie”. I couldn’t answer and just sat there looking at him. He undid his trousers and pushed my head onto his cock. This was the first time that I had sucked a cock that hadn’t appeared through the glory hole. He was ramming it hard into my mouth and making me gag. He stopped and pulled out and then slapped me hard across the face. I shouted “Fucking Hell” and he just stood there smirking at me. “Slap” again. “Shut up you fucking bitch and if you don’t want to get hurt, do as you are told”. He slammed his cock into my mouth again. “Take it right down your throat you dirty fucking slut” I was gagging all over him and pulled away “Slap” “Stand up and bend over” I protested “Slap” This one was so hard my ears were ringing and I was going dizzy. I staggered to my feet and he spun me around forcing my head down to my knees. I felt my panties being pulled down then felt a cold sensation on my hole. He was lubing me up Jesus, He was going to fuck me. He rammed a finger into me, by this time I was whimpering like a bitch. It has to be safe I murmured, use a condom and be gentle, it’s my first time. “Shut the fuck up you slut” I heard him say, Then I saw an empty condom wrapper fall to the floor. Thank god for that. The next thing I felt the most intense pain I have ever felt in my life. He slammed his cock right into me so hard he made me scream out loud and fall to the floor. He picked me up and punched me hard in the back before ramming into me again. I was in agony and screaming as loud as I could. He put his hand around over my mouth and slammed his cock in and out of my virgin hole, I was trying to get away from him and started to struggle but he had me gripped so tightly I couldn’t move. Then his hand covered my nose and my mouth as he pumped in and out of me violently. I couldn’t breathe, was he going to kill me. I was panicing and really thought I was about to die. I eventually came around lay on the cubicle floor with a very sore arse hole. I staggered to my feet and went home to finish the vodka. It wasn’t until I woke up in pain that I realised what had just happened.
I never went to that cubicle again and have still not taken a cock to this day. I have tried a couple of times but it hurts too much. I recon that bastard has ruined me. I sometimes go to clubs and socialise with other girls but a fumble a snog and maybe some oral is as far as it goes now. Strangely enough, I sometimes masturbate whilst thinking of what happened that night. It is kind of a turn on but an experience which I wouldn’t like to repeat
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