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What Girls Get


This is a true story that happened some years ago now, and started a passion
for cross-dressing in my life that I still continue. Regretfully the man in the
story died in 1996.


I imagine that all have a fascination about their sisters. I have three one
older, and two younger, I recall witnessing with some wonderment when the older
went through puberty. The tantrums, almost constant irritability, and nothing
ever being "right'. I am two years younger than she is and I suppose it was my
turn round about 14. This was back in the 70's. A time before many of you can
recall, or care to recall.

With both parents and my elder sister working I seemed to find myself quite
alone in the house on a fairly regular basis. It doesn't take long for a young
lad to get board with this and would spend time searching through the house.
During these many "adventures' whilst investigating my sisters bedroom I began
opening cupboards and drawers, finding inside all the things you might expect
to find in a girls closet. Skirts blouses dresses shoes and of course her
underwear and tights (pantyhose if in the US). They each smelt of her perfume
and I recall imagining how turned on I got when seeing girls dressed in the
fashion of the day.

Pulling a pair of pink shoes from the bottom of the wardrobe I held it in my
hands, turning it around so that I might inspect all its angles. They were a
pink stappy shoe, open toes with 3" heels with sling backs. They felt quite
light weight. Sitting on her bed I removed my slipper and sock I put on the
left shoe. The fit seemed almost perfect, with her being older than I am our
feet size must have been the same. Standing on the tiptoe of my right foot I
planted the left firmly on the ground. Balancing seemed quite easy. Sitting
back down I removed my other slipper and sock and on went the other shoe.
Standing again seemed a little more awkward but I soon could stand upright
without throwing myself off balance. Looking in her full-length mirror I could
clearly see the heels and my toes below the line of my jeans.

Feeling quite horny by the look, I delved further into her wardrobe. I pulled
out a white nylon school shirt and a pink mini skirt. I was up for this and
contemplated and immediate change. My pulses were racing but I managed to hold
myself in check deciding what else I should need to complete this, somewhat,
impetuous transformation. Returning to her knickers drawer, out came a white
bra, pink knickers and white tights.

Looking through her bedroom window, just making sure that there was no car on
the drive, I hurriedly pulled off my clothes and her shoes.

Standing naked in the full-length mirror I assessed my smooth body. At 5'6" and
just over 9 stone (126 pounds) I cupped my balls and cock, beginning to become
aroused by the impending change of appearance.

I sat on the bed. Having seen my mother put on tights and stockings I knew the
form. Rolling the fabric up I inserted my left foot into the toe. With a
mixture of extending my leg and pulling the rollups out of the fabric the
tights began to cover my leg. Having covered my calf I turned my attention my
right foot and repeated the process. With both feet in place I stood up and
pulled up the tights all the way up my legs and over my cock and bum. At this
point I wasn't wearing any knickers as I felt these went on over the tights.
The pink knickers were next; pulling them up I could clearly see the bulge in
my tights and knickers. I recall standing, looking at the spectacle. It took
all my powers to prevent me pulling out my cock and wanking off there and then.

Looking around I decided next should be the skirt. Taking it off its hangar,
and undoing the button at the back I tried to putt it on as women do, with the
fasteners at the back. This I found awkward, so spinning it around I fastened
it at the front, First the button, the doing up the zip. Immediately then went
back on the shoes. The feeling felt so electric. I looked in the mirror and
could see these fantastic legs looking back. Turning around my hands found the
bra. Having gained experience from the skirt I fastened it ant the front and
turned it around. First one arm went in the shoulder strap then the next.
Pulling it straight I needed some padding to fill out the cups. Using my own
socks, which I formed into a ball I stuffed them into the cups. Finally on when
the blouse, my fingers shaking as I did up the buttons. It was at this point
that I realised why women put the skirt on last, as I had to undo the button to
tuck in my blouse. Having completed this I felt I was as ready as I was going
to get. But it needed more. My hair and face where not right. Looking on the
dressing table I found her make-up back. Somewhat amateurishly I applied first
foundation powder, eye shadow (choosing a blue, very fashionable at that time)
mascara, which took three attempts to get anywhere decent, and finally a
brilliant red lip-stick. Knowing my mother kept a number of wigs I left my
sister's bedroom, attempting to stay upright in motion, and entered my mothers
room. She kept her wigs at the top of the wardrobe on polystyrene heads.
Selecting an auburn medium length wig, I put it on, soon working out the front
from the back. Finding a chain link belt that fastened around my waist at the
front, the transformation was complete.

Looking at myself in the mirror I looked not unlike my mother, except in a very
short skirt and high heels. Looking at my watch it was 2pm and still some 2
hours before anyone came home. Feeling confidant I walked around the house,
trying to catch sight in ever mirror or reflective surface I passed. Opening
the patio doors at the back of the house I ventured into the garden. The
sensation of the cool breeze against my nylon covered legs brought an immediate
erection in my hose. I felt like a hot and horny bitch on heat. I walked around
the garden and sat on the seat, but the finest sensation came whilst on my
younger sisters swing. The air rushing up my skirt only added to my sense of
arousal.

As I stood looking at my reflection in the glass of the patio doors I felt it
was time to go inside and relieve this sensation in my loins. I then noticed a
movement in the house. My heart pounded and every sensation was alive. Who's
that? my mind raced, what was I going to do? I stood outside in my sister's
clothes and my mothers wig and someone was inside. Rooted to the spot, the
patio door slide back. There stood my adopted father, my mother's second
husband. He looked at me and smiled.

"Well, well," he said. "What DO we have here? You had better come inside."

Still speechless I obeyed his instruction.

"Sit down," he said, pointing to a chair.

I sat, legs crossed I quickly realised I was showing him my legs which I could
see him focusing on.

"How often do you do this?" gesturing with his fingers.

At this point my tongue loosened. "It's the first time, honest, I didn't mean
to..."

"Get caught?" he interrupted.

"No honestly," I stammered knowing nothing could make this situation better.

"Don't worry," he said. A smile came to his face; or was it a leer?

"How do you feel, dressed like that?" he asked.

"Very embarrassed," I replied, searching for the right answer.

"You know why girls dress like that, don't you?" he said.

"Like what!" I replied.

"Short skirts, high heels and wear make-up." He gestured at my appearance.

I shook my head, not knowing what to say.

"It's to attract boys, to tease them with their legs and arse. Do you like to
tease?"

I shook my head again, wondering exactly what he meant.

"Well," he continued. "You look like a girl, you've dressed like a girl, and
you know what girls get don't you?"

Off course I knew. I'd been trying to give any girl I could contact with the
very thing. But surely he didn't mean....

"Stand up!" he commanded.

I did as he said, moving towards me his hand reach towards his crotch and
started rubbing his growing bulge.

"Now, hang on," I said as sternly as I could, "You don't mean your going to use
that on me?" pointing at his crotch.

"Turn around" he barked.

Not knowing what to do I turned and felt his hands on my hips, one hand moved
to my bottom which received a thwack, followed by my skirt being lifted.

"Mmm, nice arse," he whispered.

He pulled my knickers to one side and I could felt the roughness of his hands
and a finger attempting to push itself and the material into my arsehole.
Instinctively my cheeks clenched.

"Mmm, don't worry, we come back to that a bit later" he said. "Now turn around
again."

"Now," he said softly. "Relax and enjoy this, resist and your mother will find
out about this passion of yours, play along and we'll both enjoy ourselves"

His hands came up to my face, and resting on my cheeks he gently kissed me on
the lips, this was followed by a more passionate open mouth kiss. I could feel
the pricking of his beard hair, and wondered how women could put up with this
from their men.

"That's good," he whispered.

Then I heard his trouser zip being pulled down. I tried to move backwards but
he caught me by my wrists. Holding me for a few moments until I settled down he
released one hand but manoeuvred my right towards his trousers. I could feel
the zip on the back on my hand as he slipped my hand into his trousers.

"Here," he said. "All women are born sluts, this is all they ever want."

I could fell the outline of his cock. Placing his hand on mine he forced my
fingers around his tool and rubbed. His other hand held onto my chin as he
kissed my again, His tongue been pushed into my mouth.

We parted.

"Take my cock out, and wank me."

Maybe this is it, I thought, If I can bring him off I may get away with this.
Wanking him with two hands this time, I kissed him. Our tongues explored each
other's mouths. Come you bugger, I thought, shoot your spunk. His cock felt
very hot and I could see beads of perspiration on his brow. His cock was
feeling much easier in my hand so I knew pre-cum was lubricating the head.

"How's this?" I said. By now my own cock was hard once again in my tights. "Is
this what you want?" I asked in a soft voice.

"Oh you slut, you fucking slut."

Then he stopped me. Grabbing my hands he walked back to his chair and sat down.
I was now on my knees in front of him, my hands still clasped to his throbbing
erect tool. I was now close enough to see his cock. It was 6" or so,
uncircumcised, with a big purple head and quite thick (I was later to measure
it as 5" round).

"Suck me you bitch!" he demanded.

By now I was too far gone. Having never sucked or been sucked off I could only
go on the usual boys tales of those who claimed they had.

My arse was in the air, as I licked the length of his tool from the base to the
tip. Tasting his pre-cum it didn't taste too unpleasant. An extended bead of
his pre-cum reached my his tip to my tongue. I looked up into his eyes. He was
watching my actions.

"Take it in your mouth," he said and I obliged.

Licking and sucking this throbbing tool for all my worth. My hand pushing into
his stomach to keep him from doubling up. My arse was wiggling in the air and I
felt like a bitch on heat.

His breathing quickened and suddenly his body tightened. I could feel his hot
sticky cum hit the back of my throat. He had shot his load in my mouth and I
was lapping it up. Licking the cum from his cock I rested back on my legs. My
wig felt a little off centre, standing up I straightened it in the mirror.
Looking back at him he hadn't moved.

Looking at the clock it was 3:45 I could expect my mother home in about 15-20
minutes. I walked up the stairs, and into the bathroom, wanking my cock until I
sprayed my cum in all directions. This wasn't exactly how I'd planned my first
sexual experience but he was right I'd enjoyed it. It was the first of many. My
next involved my first fuck.


My mother arrived home from work about her usual time of about 4:00 p.m., and
my sisters shortly after. I hid my elder sister's skirt in my room as I had
made a bit of a mess when wanking off. I planned to rinse it through and some-
how get it either back into her room or into the washing basket. Coming back
downstairs in jeans and shirt I expected there to be some tension between my
stepfather and me, but, he didn't react at all. I felt quite sheepish and
remained quiet. My mother put it down to me not recovering from my morning
sickness which was the reason I had missed school that day. This worked well
for me as I had faked the illness in the first place as I didn't fancy school
that day. Mum was easy to trick on a separate occasion I recall taking two days
off school by explaining that my quad muscles in my leg were not in line.

Being very intrigued by the sexual electricity that existed during that first
nervous contact I spent some time over the next few days collecting (stealing)
bits of make-up from my mother and sisters. Lipstick here, mascara there, eye-
lines eye shadow. My intention was to learn more about applying make-up and
found reasons to be chatting to my mum at the time she was applying it. I
discovered the correct procedure. Face cream, then foundation, powder, blusher,
eye liner, mascara, eye shadow and finally lipstick. The biggest difficulty
being applying mascara to the lower eye lashes. It was some time before I got
anywhere close with nail polish, as I had to take care not to seem as I was
growing my nails, and any sign of shaping them would only cause problems with
my mates who, like me, where becoming very sexually aware.

Dressed in my everyday male clothes I had no desire for other men, but once
dressed the sensation of a hard cock in my possession always excited me.
Subsequently I would get satisfaction from just knowing that I had brought a
man off, even if I didn't come.

My best time to dress was Saturday. Mum and my eldest sister invariably went
into Leeds shopping. My younger sister often spend Friday night and Saturdays
at friends and, in the days when ALL sport was played on Saturdays and, as it
was March, home games at Leeds United or Leeds Rugby League generated a strong
calling to my stepfather. I would often accompany him, but just recently I had
found more a interesting way to spend my time.

At aged 14 I looked pretty good. 5'6" in height, with a smallish frame and
carrying only 9 stone (126lb) I hadn't started to fill out. Dressing in my 16-
year-old sister's clothes I could easily pass for 18. Old enough to go
drinking! If it wasn't for the fact I had, no clothes of my own, nowhere to
dress and no-one to go with, the pleasures of alcohol would after wait. My
stepfather, however, had already considered this, and made arrangements to
remedy these challenges.

As I said earlier, my stepfather seems very nonchalant over the whole matter.
After two to three days we spoke. He asked me my reaction to the previous
week's episode. I started my telling him that such a thing had never happened
before and I most certainly was not a 'puff'. Touching my arm reassuringly he
allayed my fears and told me how much he had enjoyed the experience. He then
asked, " Would you like to do it again ?"

He caught me on the back foot, I was quite surprised. I thought I had told him
that I wasn't interested in men. Stammering I attempted a reply.

" No, don't worry," he said. "It doesn't mean you are queer." (the modern term
would be gay.)

"Listen" he continued "What if we were to go somewhere else, not here in Leeds,
somewhere where even your own mother wouldn't know you? "

"How do you mean?" I questioned.

"Don't think I don't know what you've been doing these past few weeks, not
coming with me to the game. This is just an opportunity for you to try a bit
more."

He knew me well. I was 7 when he married my mother, and although I didn't think
I was that transparent clearly I was. In later life I was to question as to
whether my mother had also seen these signs.

"Leeds have an away game at West Brom on Wednesday. Its an ideal opportunity,
what do you think?" he said.

"Where would we go?" I asked him

"Well not to the game," he winked.

"I have no clothes," I replied, "No make-up, nothing," trying to come up with a
plausible excuse, although I felt quite excited by the thought of it

"You borrow some of your sisters make-up and we'll work out the rest. What do
you think?" he asked

"Okay, yes," I retorted.

I was really up for this I could feel stirring in my loins I had a strong
desire to disappear into the bathroom to wank myself off.

By Wednesday I had managed to get together the rest of the items I needed. I
had also found a necklace, wrist bracelet and one of my sister's watches. It
didn't work, but it was just for show, and in my mothers room a pair of clip-on
earrings. Over tea my stepfather told me to give him what I'd collected. He had
the 'other items' I would need. I was instructed to have a good wash. Having a
bath would have seemed out of place after all, it wasn't bath night!.

My mum made us up some sandwiches and a flash of tea for the match. Waving
good-bye we drove off in the car. We'd only been left home five minutes or so
when he stopped the car.

"I have a firm's van," he told me. "It's over there," pointing to the Transit,
he game me the keys. "You can get changed there," at that point he passed me a
hold-all

"I'll be about half an hour," I told him.

"Well, go on then!" he ushered me out of the car.

At just after five on a March evening it wasn't yet dark. I had no need to be
concerned over prying eyes, although I could see traffic we were well away from
the road. Getting into the red plain van with a wood panel in the back I found
a tartan car blanket, box of tissues and a mirror, which I recognised as his
shaving mirror. Although the air was quite cold I started to change

Opening the bag I took out my carrier bag with the make-up in. Taking off my
shirt, I put back on my coat and started to make-up. The illumination from the
lights in the van where just about enough to see what I was doing.

Pulling back my hair I applied the face cream, then the foundation. Allowing it
to dry I delved into the bag, what was in here I wondered. It may seem that I
was very naive, and to be honest, over this I was. In the bag was a black dress
with very small white spots. A black full length slip, black belt with a silver
buckle and black shoes. The shoes were a sandal, with three straps over the
front of the instep, connected by a silver clasp. The toe and heel being open,
a slender stiletto 3 3/4" inches heel (later measured!). The foundation dry I
saved the remainder of the bags until I had applied my make-up. On next went
powder, and light beige, foundation, soft pink. eye shadow, a shimmering
bronze/brown. black eyeliner, black mascara. I then used a little brown eye
liner to define my eye brows. Finally a deep pink lipstick.

Looking into another bag I found the dark brown wig and brush. White bra and
knickers and a suspender belt and unopened packed of nearly black stockings. I
had expected tights (pantyhose). I'd never worn stockings but this was not an
unpleasant surprise.

Removing the coat I fastened the bra in place, connections to the front then
swirling it around. Delving further into the bag was a pair of pop-socks (knee
high socks made out of pantyhose material) stuffed with cotton wool. I made
then into a 'tit' shape and inserted then into the bra cups, giving them a few
squeezes the complete the shape. Next off came my trousers and underpants. My
cock was like a rod. 6 1/2", uncut and testosterone fired. Attempting to ignore
this obvious distraction I carried on. The knickers went on next with my hard
cock push down on leg (the right as you look at me). I struggled with the
suspender belt until I realised if I put it on the same way as my bra it would
be much easier. The belt in place I unopened the pack of stockings. They were
10 denier, very fine and sheer, not sheen but they felt good. I unfolded them
and separated the pair. Sitting on the wheel cover on went one, just as tights,
except I fastened it with the two clips. Then the secon! d. Taking the left
shoe in my hand I recall sniffing it, then without delay put it on, fastening
the delicate silver buckle. The right was next. Standing in the van I felt very
sexy. My hardon was beginning to subside.

Sitting on the wheel arch again the slip went on over my head. Standing up to
pull it down. Sitting once more the dress was next, over the head, standing to
straighten it, and full it down. This was followed my the belt with fastened at
the front. The upper bodice of the dress was quite fitted the lower part being
more 'A' line. Thankful it wasn't too short it came to about 3" to 4" above my
knees. I looked for the wig, putting it on, and brushing it into shape. Finally
the earrings were clipped into place, and on went the necklace, bracelet and
watch. Grabbing the lipstick I was now ready to face the world.

It was getting quite dark as I left the van after all it was approaching 6pm.
The air was quite cold. Straightening my dress once more I composed my self and
walked towards my stepfather's car. Initially I moved too quick and had to slow
my pace to take account of the high and narrow heel and wanting to appear to
show a better poise.

Reaching the car he called to me, "Don't get in the car," he said "I'll tell
you how, sit on the seat and pull your legs in. That way you wont tear the
dress or damage your shoes."

Doing as instructed I sat by him.

"How do you feel?" he said breaking the silence

"Nervous," I replied

"That's okay, let's just drive."

Starting the engine we drove off. Heading out of Leeds I asked where we were
going

"To Halifax, 10 miles away," I was told,

"And then what?" I asked

"Ooohh, have a walk, see how you feel," he said. "There's a coat of your
mother's on the back seat."

Looking around I could make out the faint shape of a dark coat. Once touching
it I recognised it as being the navy wool one

"Won't she miss it?" I asked

"No, she knows it here" he replied

About 20 minutes later we arrived in Halifax. He could sense my concern about
being out of the car.

"Don't worry, its dark no one will even look twice at you."

He was right of course. Getting out the car I opened the back door and took out
my mother's coat. It smelt strongly of her. Putting it on the buttons fastened
the 'wrong' way. On leaving the car park we headed towards the bright lights of
the town centre.

"Hold my hand," he said. "It will seem more natural."

His hand was much bigger than mine and rougher. I had no nail varnish on but it
didn't seem to matter. Taking care not to overstride we set off. He was right
no-one paid us any notice at all. We walked for no more than ten minutes. I
could feel the shoes, a little tight but the biggest sensation was the cold air
on my legs. 10 denier stockings are not designed to keep out the cold. The air
was wafting around my ankles, knees and up my legs. All throughout he walk he
was telling me how good I looked and felt on his arm. The compliments were like
an alcohol making my head swim.

"Do you fancy a drink?" he asked quite unexpectedly.

"WHAT! NO! IN A PUB?" I exclaimed. "I don't think so!"

"Look, " he said "I wont left you get into any harm, Don't speak and everything
will be okay."

I had doubts.

"Here," he said and pointed to a pub, and before I could offer further
objections we were in the door

Here was a 14-year-old boy, dressed in my mothers and sisters clothes in a pub
in Halifax.

"Sit here," he said, "I'll get you a drink."

He returned with a pint of beer for him and a glass of Double Diamond (a brand
of beer) for me.

"Take care not to smudge your lipstick when drinking," he whispered.

Gently I took a drink. Beer was not unknown I often drank it with friends.
After the first came a second, and finally a third.

"Time to go," he said, "I need to go to the Gents"

"So do I!" I exclaimed.

"Ladies," he quickly said, "Go to the ladies."

More shock but what could I do, my bladder was quite full and there was no way
I could go into the Gents. In I went, looking around the door. The toilet was
empty, save for one locked cubicle. Someone inside. I went into an empty
cubicle and pulled up my skirt. Thinking quickly I pulled at my knickers, but
they were on the outside of my suspender belt. I had to undo my stockings and
re-fasten them before I could pull my knickers down. Sitting down I heard the
toilet door open. then the cubicle next to me flushed. I counted two women in
the toilet, they exchanged a few words then a cubicle door locked. Having
finished I dried by cock with paper and opened the door. A quick rinse of my
hands I barely had time to dry them before the toilet flushed behind me. I was
out of the Ladies before the other woman appeared.

He was waiting for me by the front door.

"Bye love!" said the barman directing his words at me

"Bye!" I squeaked

My heart pounding a recanted my tale in the Ladies.

"Well, all worked out well, didn't it?" he said

Walking back to the car I was pulled into a doorway. He then kissed me firmly
on the lips. Unable to resist I stood motionless.

"Good," he said, "again."

He placed his hand on my jaw and gently opened my mouth. Our lips met again and
his tongue darted into my mouth. His other hand planed itself firmly on my
bottom

"I love stockings on a woman," he leered. "So sexy."

My hands were on his shoulders, he kissed me again and squeezed my bottom. My
knees left quite weak as our kiss continued. Eventually he released me.

"Come on," he whispered, "back to the car."

Once in the car, "You look so sexy" he whispered leaning towards me.

And with that his left hand when onto my dress. Moving his hand towards my lap,
pulling the dress up with it. Instinctively both hands went down, like a good
girl, to stop him going any further.

He softly laughed, "Protecting your honour?"

He kissed me once more. His right hand passing in front of his body he took my
right hand in his, and palms down placed it on his cock. I could feel his bulge
through his trousers. My left hand loosened his grip on my dress and he
continued moving up my thigh. Soon my stocking tops were exposed as he
continued his exposure of my legs. When is hand reached my cock, I tried to
push back into my seat, but it was too late. I was hard and he knew it. Our
kiss ended and his eyes looked down. My cock was sticking, like a rod, from my
knickers, the feminine fabric not designed to contain it. His right hand
released mine but I continued to massage his cock without the prompting.

"Looks good," he said offering compliments to my engorged tool. "Tell me have
you ever fucked a girl?"

I shook my head in silence. Kissing I had done, even the occasional grope,
before I was forcibly stopped, but that was all. I would wait another 8 months
before I experienced my first fuck.

Taking my hand off his bulge he transferred it to my own cock, "Let me see you
wank it," he said quietly

I took hold with my right hand the only illumination being street lamps I
slowly wanked my cock. My hand going up and down it wasn't long before pre-cum
started to ooze out of the tip

"Mmmm good," he was saying, "that's very nice. Tell me have you been sucked
off?"

I stopped not knowing what might happen.

"Don't stop," he said his hand on mine continuing the wanking action.

With that he moved his head towards my lap. I was so far gone I wasn't going to
stop him. My cock tip was lubricated with my own precum as his lips touched it.
My cock was red hot so I didn't feel the change in temperature that I was to
feel with later blow jobs. I lasted for no more than four or five bobs of his
head before my hips lunged forward and I shot into his mouth. He milked my cum.
It was the first time I had cum other than my own wanking and my head was
spinning. I was then kissed and I could taste my own cum on his lips. It was
everything I had ever dreamt about, except that I hoped it would have been some
hot and horny girl down there and not my stepfather.

"My turn," he said, getting his cock out. I remembered his thick cock from our
first meeting

"What I want," he continued. "Is to be sucked when I'm driving," and with that
he started the engine

I had gave no consideration for the safety as we pulled out of the car park. My
hand wanking him, we got up to 40mph. Releasing my seat belt my lips came down
on his cock. The movement of the car caused me initial difficulties, soon
overcome. I licked and slurped his cock tasting every bit of his salty urine,
once that had been licked clean I could enjoy once again having a throbbing
cock in my mouth.

After a few short minutes the unmistakable taste of precum entered my mouth but
I continued unabated. His breathing became quicker and I knew he was close to
coming. Suddenly he exploded. The car's movement caused me to lose my grip and
cum leaked down his shaft. I licked it up and swallowed all he gave me. My face
feeling quite red I sat back up again. Looking in the vanity mirror my lipstick
had all gone. The car stopped at a set of traffic lights and I reapplied fresh.

He was so complimentary, telling me how good I was and it was the best blow job
he had ever had. I felt like an innocent girl, happy at pleasing her man.

Within a few minutes we arrived back at the van. It was nearly 10 pm. Too soon
to go home. The game would finish about 9:15 and we should be home just after
11:15pm-ish. Anyway I wanted to walk more, to feel the breeze on my legs,
cooling me down. I could be seen from the car, had the keys to the transit in
my hand so I felt relaxed and confident. As I passed the headlamps of my
stepfather's car he would have seen me. The coolness of the air started to
revive me but I was still very sexually charged. My stepfather turned the
headlamps off, plunging the area into darkness. The only light coming from the
streetlights. He got out of the car and walked over kissing me as he reached
me. My back bent under the force. Taking the Transit keys off me he opened the
door. Opening the sliding door, I got in. My male clothes were on the floor,
and I gathered them up, placing them on a wheel arch. He kissed me again and my
hand rubbed up and down his trousers we didn't speak but I could fee! l him
getting hard. I unzipped his trousers and pushed my hand inside feeling his hot
cock.

"Suck me!" he demanded

Dropping down to my knees I pulled his cock from his trousers and started to
lick. My right hand holding the base of his shaft and balls and the left
pushing into his stomach, I looked up and our eyes met in the dim light as I
took as much as I could into my mouth. My mouth buried itself on him but he
only let me suck him hard, then he pulled me to my feet by my elbows. We kissed
again, me transferring the taste of his cock into his mouth.

"I want to fuck you," he said

I was in mood to argue I wanted his cock. His hands lifted my dress at the back
and he massaged my bum. I could feel him pulling my knickers to one side as his
hands roughly rubbed my bare cheeks. Holding my knickers to one side he pushed
his finger into my mouth. I sucked on it as if it was his cock, leaving a trail
of saliva as it left my mouth. Returning to my exposed backside he worked his
finger around my rim. Unlike to first occasion when he tried this I didn't
clench my cheeks, my arse was damp with my own excitement and he slipped it
into me. It was the first time anything had been there as he penetrated as far
as he could. Finger fucking me he whispered that he cock was next and did I
want it? Of course I did, I felt like a bitch on heat and I wanted to be
fucked.

Pulling his finger out he wiped it on a tissue, I undid his trousers and they
fell to the floor. Pulling his underpants off his cock glistened with a
combination of his precum and my saliva. My own knickers were still pulled to
one side. Taking the face cream he smeared it on his cock. Turning me around
with my arse facing him I was leaning over the front seats of the van, looking
right down the road. In the near distance I could see other cars and their
drivers. More face cream was applied to my backside. The next sensation was
this slapping feeling on my cheeks. He was taking his cock by the base and cock
slapping my arse, getting himself very hard and me very aroused. He then
started to tell me how much of a tart (slut) I was and how I was going to get
just what I deserved and that all women couldn't get enough cock. All they
wanted was fucking and any girl who wears stockings should be gang-banged
because they are just asking for it. With that he manoeuvred his cock to my !
hole and pushed into me. Dispute his harsh words he was gentle easing his tool
onto me, not wanting to cause too much pain. When he was fully in he asked me
how I was. I grunted approval. Transferring his hands to my hips he started to
fuck me. The sensation was electric. My own cock was rock hard and bouncing of
the hard back of the seats in front of me. Grinding away I could hear him
talking but I was not able to make out what was being said. With every thrust
he was forcing the air out and I could feel his balls hitting me. Suddenly he
stopped, grunted and his body seemed to go very ridged. He was coming, shooting
his cum up my arse. A few more strokes followed his initial ejaculation as it
seemed he wanted to deposit as much inside me as he could. Temporarily
exhausted he slumped forward resting on my back. Motionless he continued to
stand there, his cock up me. After a few moments but what seemed like an ages,
his rough hands started to rub my cheeks squeezing against hi! s shrinking
cock. Reached between my legs gently taking my balls in his hand he rubbed and
squeezed, worked his way to my cock. Wanking me as we stood there. Within
seconds I creamed all over the back of the seats and wood panel floor.
Withdrawing from me he reached for the tissues to wipe himself and my bottom
clean. I felt well and truly fucked.

Leaving me alone in the van he walked back to the car, and I got changed. My
make-up was in ruins but the remains of the cream in the jar cleaned that up. I
was completely wet through, my head and back soaking. I dried myself best I
could and put on my male clothes, keeping my knickers on and pushing my
underpants into my trouser pocket. Gathering as if rags those clothes I had
spend such a few happy hours in a climbed out of the Transit and locked it,
walking back to the car. His cum was still inside me and although I felt quite
raw it would be some time before his cum seeped out.

Back in the car he offered me the sandwiches and tea. After which we drove home
in silence. Now I was back in male clothes no attempt made to kiss or touch me.
Once home I dashed to the bathroom and cleaned myself better, drying my wet
hair with a towel. My mother had gone to bed and my stepfather was able to
return to the car to retrieve the hold-all. It wasn't the last time I was
fucked my him, but tales of these will have to wait for a further episode.

Oohh, and the football, whilst I was getting changed my stepfather listened to
the match report. We won 2 - 1.

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