Nandita To Nandini
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My long-term boyfriend, all through school, was attracted to me because, like most young guys, you experimented with sex. It helped that I was willing, eager and easy – kind of cute too. It helped that many of my features were more feminine. I always had a nice backside, not a bubble-butt but fuller, rounder. I never had an Adams apple and I always had a slight overbite with fuller lips.
Even before he suggested that I dress in some girls clothes, I had tried. It was out of curiosity. My sister was a little younger, her clothes were a little small but some fit me. Tight, but they did fit. The thing was, I always felt more like a girl than a boy anyway. I had a chance one day, alone on the farm for most of the day, to dress-up and see what it was like. I went into her bedroom, undressed and started looking through things.
I tried panties first. She had some newer ones that were a little bigger, cotton but stretched a little, just enough. When I tucked away my balls and cock, I still had a lump there but it wasn’t bad. I tried on a few more pair. The feeling I had, while putting the panties on, was very different. They felt good and it was almost a thrill to tuck myself in/back and pull them up nice and tight. When I checked myself in her mirror – my ass actually looked pretty good! I tried on some of her camisoles and girls t-shirts then got to the skirts and dresses. She wasn’t quite 11 years old and hadn’t started to develop so she didn’t even have a training bra yet.
Her skirts almost fit me. They were very tight in the waist but it gave me an idea of what my legs would look like. I managed to get into a pair of her shoes. Putting the skirt on was arousing as hell! Looking at myself in the mirror was too. I lay down on her bed and tried to imagine what it would be like to have a boy run his hand up my leg…under the skirt…then start to play with me…feel me up good. Get his hand inside of my panties or…pull them down and start to finger me…play with my little ‘clit’.
Thinking about that, using my hands to go through the process, got me so worked up that I got a little erection. I knelt on her bed and played with myself until I came! There was nothing to do with the little watery load so, I caught it in my hand then, just slurped it up and ate it. God…I was trembling all over after that! I could imagine Ron doing that to me and I think I became even more aroused.
I tried on some other skirts, some dresses and spent a few hours looking at myself in her mirror. My hair wasn’t long but – if I brushed it just right – it looked more ‘girlish’.
While I was playing, I became aroused two more times. By the time I was finished I’d cum three times, eaten every little load, there was some smeared on my face, a few pair of her panties had little spots of cum in them. There were a few spots on a dress I liked too.
I loved it!
The last time I’d cum it had been so intense I thought I’d pass out. I didn't know it then but I was on my way to being a cute little TS boy and...growing up to be a sub TS little bitch.
Ron and I went on a little camping trip (we’d done a few that summer) that was over a long weekend. We actually had four days to be alone in the woods and the weather was great. We went to our favorite place; remote, hard to get to and, there was a nice little creek next to it. He had been fucking me for about two years by then. I was very comfortable with him and sex, I knew that my place was on the bottom and I loved that. I knew that I made him happy by giving him pleasure…even at the age of twelve. We had been kissing by then and, when we slept together, it was always hugging each other. We had talked about our roles in sex. Ron knew everything about the way I felt being the ‘girl’ in the relationship.
We didn’t understand what all was going on yet but enough to know that – in my ‘place’ – I was also being submissive to him. I had already made him pretty mad twice. Spanking wasn’t taboo back then, it was used and openly talked about. Ron had bared my little backside twice, put me over his lap and given me two damned good spankings. Both had been until I was in tears but – we made up later. I knew it aroused him to redden my little ass.
That weekend it was both a shock and a thrill to have him ask if I would do something special for him. He told me that, whatever I decided was okay with him. It was after dinner and we were getting everything ready for the evening. I was looking forward to some good sex – we’d already done some petting, hugging and kissing. There had been a lot of groping…I was ready to get in the sleeping bags and get fucked.
He gave me a little package then, asked me to go outside of the little ring of firelight and change…If I wanted to. I went behind two big trees, unwrapped the package and pulled the things out. I found a cotton dress – like most country girls wore around the house – it buttoned up the front (from the waist up) and was knee length and, a pair of flowery cotton bikini panties. I was shaking like hell while I stripped then got dressed again, it was exciting as hell! Then, feeling like a girl – except for what I was hiding between my legs – I walked back to join Ron by the fire. It was probably appropriate that I was barefoot?
He approved.
That was quite a night. The panties and dress changed the way he looked at me, the way he touched me and, the way he treated me. That weekend I may as well have been a girl. The first time his hand started up my leg, under the dress, was like an electric shock! While he caressed my clit, my backside and everything, over my panties, I loved it, craved more of it. When I realized how much it aroused him…I really loved it!
The position was perfect too. By the time I was on my back, legs spread wide and hips rolled as we kissed, panties hanging off one ankle; I was begging to be fucked. Once he penetrated me then, settled into a nice long rhythm; I tightened my legs around him and went for the ride. He’d unbuttoned most of the buttons and I was lying there with the bottom of the dress up around my waist…just like any country slut…
…his kisses too, seemed hotter, longer and wetter, he was seeing me as a ‘girl’ treating me like one…loving me like one. Damn it was good!
We did get some sleep but I think, he made love to me two more times that night. The next morning I returned from a quick pee to find the fire built up and Ron more than ready. He lay back and relaxed while I straddled him and impaled myself on his very hard cock to ride the hell out of it! I was relaxed and leaking so, it was like fucking a very wet pussy. When my knees started to give out, we changed position, doggie at first then back to the good old missionary position to finish our morning delight. Now I had even more cum leaking from my gaping ‘cunt’.
Everything about that weekend was just right. The panties spent more time hanging in the sun drying than on me; Ron didn’t care. We had enough time to go about sex very casually, almost in a lazy way. Time enough for foreplay, a nice easy slow fucking with a lot of hugging and kissing…time enough for him to enjoy some very nice orgasms. Time for me to enjoy the same thing. I helped him find my ‘g’ spot and rub it, milk it then, help me achieve my own orgasm(s) while we were having sex.
I’d had some before, only a few and they were ‘surprises’. These were different now for some reason, everything about them. There was also an intensity that’s hard to describe. They left me a shaking, stuttering, gasping and, complete wreck…god were they intense! They also left me wanting to be fucked again…and again…
Even before he suggested that I dress in some girls clothes, I had tried. It was out of curiosity. My sister was a little younger, her clothes were a little small but some fit me. Tight, but they did fit. The thing was, I always felt more like a girl than a boy anyway. I had a chance one day, alone on the farm for most of the day, to dress-up and see what it was like. I went into her bedroom, undressed and started looking through things.
I tried panties first. She had some newer ones that were a little bigger, cotton but stretched a little, just enough. When I tucked away my balls and cock, I still had a lump there but it wasn’t bad. I tried on a few more pair. The feeling I had, while putting the panties on, was very different. They felt good and it was almost a thrill to tuck myself in/back and pull them up nice and tight. When I checked myself in her mirror – my ass actually looked pretty good! I tried on some of her camisoles and girls t-shirts then got to the skirts and dresses. She wasn’t quite 11 years old and hadn’t started to develop so she didn’t even have a training bra yet.
Her skirts almost fit me. They were very tight in the waist but it gave me an idea of what my legs would look like. I managed to get into a pair of her shoes. Putting the skirt on was arousing as hell! Looking at myself in the mirror was too. I lay down on her bed and tried to imagine what it would be like to have a boy run his hand up my leg…under the skirt…then start to play with me…feel me up good. Get his hand inside of my panties or…pull them down and start to finger me…play with my little ‘clit’.
Thinking about that, using my hands to go through the process, got me so worked up that I got a little erection. I knelt on her bed and played with myself until I came! There was nothing to do with the little watery load so, I caught it in my hand then, just slurped it up and ate it. God…I was trembling all over after that! I could imagine Ron doing that to me and I think I became even more aroused.
I tried on some other skirts, some dresses and spent a few hours looking at myself in her mirror. My hair wasn’t long but – if I brushed it just right – it looked more ‘girlish’.
While I was playing, I became aroused two more times. By the time I was finished I’d cum three times, eaten every little load, there was some smeared on my face, a few pair of her panties had little spots of cum in them. There were a few spots on a dress I liked too.
I loved it!
The last time I’d cum it had been so intense I thought I’d pass out. I didn't know it then but I was on my way to being a cute little TS boy and...growing up to be a sub TS little bitch.
Ron and I went on a little camping trip (we’d done a few that summer) that was over a long weekend. We actually had four days to be alone in the woods and the weather was great. We went to our favorite place; remote, hard to get to and, there was a nice little creek next to it. He had been fucking me for about two years by then. I was very comfortable with him and sex, I knew that my place was on the bottom and I loved that. I knew that I made him happy by giving him pleasure…even at the age of twelve. We had been kissing by then and, when we slept together, it was always hugging each other. We had talked about our roles in sex. Ron knew everything about the way I felt being the ‘girl’ in the relationship.
We didn’t understand what all was going on yet but enough to know that – in my ‘place’ – I was also being submissive to him. I had already made him pretty mad twice. Spanking wasn’t taboo back then, it was used and openly talked about. Ron had bared my little backside twice, put me over his lap and given me two damned good spankings. Both had been until I was in tears but – we made up later. I knew it aroused him to redden my little ass.
That weekend it was both a shock and a thrill to have him ask if I would do something special for him. He told me that, whatever I decided was okay with him. It was after dinner and we were getting everything ready for the evening. I was looking forward to some good sex – we’d already done some petting, hugging and kissing. There had been a lot of groping…I was ready to get in the sleeping bags and get fucked.
He gave me a little package then, asked me to go outside of the little ring of firelight and change…If I wanted to. I went behind two big trees, unwrapped the package and pulled the things out. I found a cotton dress – like most country girls wore around the house – it buttoned up the front (from the waist up) and was knee length and, a pair of flowery cotton bikini panties. I was shaking like hell while I stripped then got dressed again, it was exciting as hell! Then, feeling like a girl – except for what I was hiding between my legs – I walked back to join Ron by the fire. It was probably appropriate that I was barefoot?
He approved.
That was quite a night. The panties and dress changed the way he looked at me, the way he touched me and, the way he treated me. That weekend I may as well have been a girl. The first time his hand started up my leg, under the dress, was like an electric shock! While he caressed my clit, my backside and everything, over my panties, I loved it, craved more of it. When I realized how much it aroused him…I really loved it!
The position was perfect too. By the time I was on my back, legs spread wide and hips rolled as we kissed, panties hanging off one ankle; I was begging to be fucked. Once he penetrated me then, settled into a nice long rhythm; I tightened my legs around him and went for the ride. He’d unbuttoned most of the buttons and I was lying there with the bottom of the dress up around my waist…just like any country slut…
…his kisses too, seemed hotter, longer and wetter, he was seeing me as a ‘girl’ treating me like one…loving me like one. Damn it was good!
We did get some sleep but I think, he made love to me two more times that night. The next morning I returned from a quick pee to find the fire built up and Ron more than ready. He lay back and relaxed while I straddled him and impaled myself on his very hard cock to ride the hell out of it! I was relaxed and leaking so, it was like fucking a very wet pussy. When my knees started to give out, we changed position, doggie at first then back to the good old missionary position to finish our morning delight. Now I had even more cum leaking from my gaping ‘cunt’.
Everything about that weekend was just right. The panties spent more time hanging in the sun drying than on me; Ron didn’t care. We had enough time to go about sex very casually, almost in a lazy way. Time enough for foreplay, a nice easy slow fucking with a lot of hugging and kissing…time enough for him to enjoy some very nice orgasms. Time for me to enjoy the same thing. I helped him find my ‘g’ spot and rub it, milk it then, help me achieve my own orgasm(s) while we were having sex.
I’d had some before, only a few and they were ‘surprises’. These were different now for some reason, everything about them. There was also an intensity that’s hard to describe. They left me a shaking, stuttering, gasping and, complete wreck…god were they intense! They also left me wanting to be fucked again…and again…
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