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It Begins
By Cheryl Lynn
It was a Friday night and bitter cold outside. I was having a Jack
Daniels and coke, feeling an itch that kept getting stronger and
stronger as time went by. Finishing my third drink, the itch could not
be ignored any longer. I went into my bedroom and pulled out my box of
secrets. Quickly, I divested myself of all my clothing and began
dressing. A pair of high-rise brief panties with a colorful display of
giraffes printed on the fine nylon. A red lace trimmed black bra, which
was a great find at the Goodwill box. The panties were stolen from a
Laundromat along with many others and a Cinderella styled nylon
nightgown...sleeveless black top and long bright yellow skirt. I put on
a pair of black hose, white floral laced garter belt and finally the
Cinderella nightgown. All this was quickly covered by my jeans and
long-sleeved blue cowboy shirt. Pulling on my boots, I was ready to go,
but first, I needed another drink to build my courage.
Wearing feminine clothing changed me. Normally I wouldn't even think
about other guys, but dressed, I felt so feminine that other guys
caught my attention. I had never had a homosexual encounter before nor
was homosexual encounters in my normal thought patterns. I guess the
combination of the clothing and a few stiff drinks loosened up my
libido. I hadn't had a date in a while and I guess this night I was
just plain horny. It was not my intention to go out and get some guy.
Just the opposite was true. I was scared of such an encounter. What
would he say or worse what would he do if he discovered what I was
wearing underneath my regular clothing. I just had to get out of the
apartment that's all this night was supposed to be... an escapist
dream.
The ride downtown to the porn theater did not take long. My emotions
were in a fearful turmoil as they raced through the gamut of outright
fear to erotic pleasure. Fear at getting into an accident and having to
go to the hospital and the erotic feelings of the soft nylon caressing
my skin. I paid my ten dollars and entered the theater and found a spot
at the balcony railing. As I watched the show unlike the few others in
the theater, I was picturing in my mind what it would be like to be one
of those women. I don't know how long I stood there watching the sluts
giving blow jobs and getting their pussy's reamed before I noticed
someone standing beside me.
He was slightly shorter than me, Hispanic and a little rough looking.
He turned my way and caught me looking at him.
"Nice tits on those broads," he said nodding towards the screen.
"Yeah," I acknowledged, "some nice ass too."
We were silent for a while then began talking about the girls in the
movie some more. I really needed a drink by now. I needed something to
calm my nerves. Did the guy next to me guess that I was wearing a bra?
No my jacket should be covering it. Could he just tell that I am
wearing girl's clothing under this? My mind was getting away with
itself. When the film finished, I sucked up my courage and asked him if
he wanted to get a beer at the bar just across the street.
We had a few beers at the bar in a quite out of the way table. He told
me his name was Jose and that he worked in construction. I told him
mine and that I worked for the state. We talked much about nothing in
particular and the combination of the previous drinks and the beer was
making me bolder. Eventually, I asked him if he wanted to come over to
my apartment and have a real drink. This bar did not serve hard liquor.
Jose accepted.
He followed me to the apartment in his truck. It was a new white Chevy.
Inside, I took his coat and told him to wait while I went to the
bathroom. There I quickly divested myself of my girlish attire and
redressed. I hid the clothing under the sink. Feeling better I quickly
went out and made us a couple of drinks. We sat on the couch just
talking. I commented on his new truck and he told me his parents bought
it for him. They owned a local Mexican restraint, but he wasn't
interested in that business.
I don't know how it happened, but the next thing I was aware of, was
his lips pressing against mine... my first man kiss. I was shocked and
started to pull away but his hand behind my neck held me firm.
Gradually I relaxed and let it happen. It was very different than
kissing a girl... rougher and somehow much more wicked. His tongue slid
into my mouth and I found myself sucking on it. When we finally broke
our kiss, I jumped up and to cover my fear of what just happened went
to refresh our drinks. I made mine a double.
He followed me over to the counter and I felt his hands go around my
waist and begin to unbuckle my belt. I just stood there mixing the
drinks as if nothing was happening and let him drop my pants. His hands
slid up my shirt and his fingers began pinching my nipples.
Then as his hands pressed against the flesh of my man breasts, he said
in a quite whisper, "You know baby, I thought you were wearing a bra
when we were in the bar. I think I can still feel the imprint of it on
your chest. You were wearing a bra now weren't you? I wonder what else
you were wearing."
I stood frozen for what seemed like an eternity, then slowly turned to
face him handing him his drink as I did so. I was trapped between him
and the counter. Now what was I going to do?
He put his drink on the counter top and as he leaned in to kiss me
popped open my cowboy shirt. After the quick kiss, he looked at my
chest and sure enough you could see the red marks left by the under
wires of the tight bra.
Standing there with my jeans around my ankles with no underwear on and
my shirt open, what was I suppose to do. I started to tell him that I
didn't know what he was talking about, but before I could finish, he
slapped my face. Not hard but hard enough to get my attention.
"Now don't start lying to me baby. You going to do what Jose want you
to do now don't you," he said as he grabbed my balls. "I bet these
would look really good in a pair of panties. You go get your clothes
and make yourself pretty for me. You don't want to make me mad do you?
I want to see what you will look like all prettied up. Take your drink,
but you no take to long, okay?"
Man was I in a skillet being slowly fried. It was either stay in the
skillet or jump into the fire. What to do? Seeing no obvious
alternative, I picked up my drink and shuffled into my bedroom. There I
stripped naked and pulled the small white wicker box purse from the
box. It was a Goodwill find in which I kept what little make up that I
had accumulated.
I pulled out a pair of bright violet colored nylon panties with little
white daisy's printed on them, my only other bra, a white cross your
heart, a pair of ecru hose, white garter belt and my white chiffon baby
doll nightie. I quickly dressed and went over to the mirror on my
bureau.
I was not good at applying make up and it showed, but it was the best I
could do. Liquid foundation, green eye shadow, mascara, purple
lipstick, and a dusting of powder were quickly applied. Reaching into
the box, one more time, I pulled out the page boy brunette wig and a
pair of two inch black pumps I had found in another Goodwill box.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I didn't look bad, but would never
pass in public. My arms, chest, legs were all too hairy.
I thought for a moment about just taking all this stuff off and
telling Jose to get lost, but was afraid. If I had to get rough then
the neighbors would hear or even worse call the cops, damned if I do
and damned if I don't. The worst that could happen would be that Jose
would just laugh his ass off, beat the snot out of me or maybe do
nothing. By this time my drink was finished and some of my courage came
back. So I decided what the heck, two out of the three weren't all that
bad.
When I entered the living room, Jose was laying on the couch with his
drink sitting on his bare chest. He was completely naked, very hairy
and muscular with a raging hard on. He looked at me for a long moment,
and then sitting up told me to come over to him. He didn't laugh nor
did he seem ready to bash my brains out. I found myself doing a little
twirl before him as he gazed at me. His hand reached out and pulled me
onto his lap. His lips found mine and I put my hands behind his neck
and let my fingers drift through his hair. My brain was forcing me into
my feminine persona. Kissing a man no longer seemed strange, it felt
right. We kissed deeply with me sucking on his tongue for all I was
worth and enjoying it. Next, he picked me up and carried me into the
bedroom.
He dropped me on my bed and then lay beside me. "Okay baby you turned
out real hot. Now I want you to suck me. I want to see those purple
lips of yours sucking and licking me all over down there," was the only
thing he said.
I maneuvered myself down between his legs in the classic 69 position.
"I said suck me. I didn't say anything about doing you," he said as he
pushed my butt and legs off to the side. I took his penis in my right
hand and trying to remember everything that my previous girl friend use
to do to me, began licking and kissing it. I must have been doing
something right as he began to moan and grabbed the back of my head.
Soon he was forcing my face up and down while humping with his hips
forcing his penis deep inside my throat.
I was scared as shit when his pounding of my face cut off my breathing.
I wanted to throw up and couldn't as the head of his penis hit the back
of my throat. Soon I managed to get into the rhythm and it became
easier. His hands gripped the back of my head hard and pressed down so
that my nose was mashed up against his pubic hair. Then he came,
filling my throat, mouth, and even my nose with his cum. I was choking
on all that sperm but he kept a tight hold on my head. When I thought
that I couldn't take any more, he relaxed his hold and I was able to
fall off to the side breathing heavily. We lay there for a while, just
catching our breath when Jose asked me to get him another drink.
I was more than happy too as I wanted desperately to rinse my mouth
out. While his cum didn't taste bad, it had a funny texture and
somewhat salty. While I was in the bathroom, I peed and then reapplied
my lipstick. I fixed two more drinks and returned to the bedroom. Jose
was lying in the bed holding his dick between two fingers. As I
arrived, he looked up and said, "Baby you're sure left your mark on my
dick." It was covered in my lipstick. I felt like I actually blushed
then.
While he dank his drink, he wanted me to fondle his penis to get it
hard again. I did as he wished with some trepidation. I wasn't sure
that I wanted this to go any further. Finished with his drink, he
turned to me. Thinking that he wanted to kiss I puckered up, but was
surprised when he flipped me over onto my back and straddled me.
Grabbing my ankles he pulled them over his shoulders and lifted my butt
up. Before I could do anything, I felt him pressing his penis into my
virgin ass.
"No, no please don't," I said. I really wanted to shout out for him to
stop and leave, but I couldn't what if the neighbors heard and called
the cops? It didn't matter; he was determined to take my cherry. I
tried to tell him that I had never done anything like this before and
that I didn't want him to go any further, but he just told me to be
quite and enjoy it.
"Look baby, you been asking for this all night and now you're going to
get it," Jose told me. I was being date raped, but in the early
seventies this was not uncommon and very seldom ever reported. Beside
how could I, a man, go to the cops and tell them I was sodomized while
dressed as a woman. My fate was sealed. It hurt like hell, but in the
end he penetrated me fully. I felt my penis rubbing on his stomach each
time he plunged into me. It hurt for so long, but then I began to get
the biggest erection that I had ever had.
It became easier as Jose continued to pump into me. I was stuffed, I
was full, but I was hard as a rock. Finally, Jose pushed into me as far
as he could go and erupted. As his penis was sliding out of my
stretched anus, my climax erupted all over my stomach and chest. He
rolled over to the side and lay still, sound asleep. I was left in the
wet spot. I wanted to get up and clean myself up, but just didn't have
the energy. I fell asleep with Jose's semen flowing out of my stretched
ass.
It was a fitful sleep and I awoke early the next morning with something
being pressed against my lips. I opened my eyes and saw Jose squatting
over me with his penis pointed directly at my lips. It hadn't been a
nightmare.
"Come on baby, I need my morning relief before I go pee," Jose said.
What could I do, I opened my mouth and took him in. With his hands on
both sides of my head, he began slowly lowering himself. Soon he had a
rhythm going and I was sucking for all I was worth trying to hurry up
and get this over with. Without the alcohol in my system, I was not
enjoying any of this. I felt disgusted with myself and just wanted him
out of my life and this incident forgotten. He came with his balls
resting against my chin in a flood. I managed to get it all down though
some dripped down my face. Finished, he jumped up and went into the
bathroom leaving me alone in my misery.
I finally managed to drag my sorry ass out of the bed, noticing how my
nightie stuck to my behind and crotch. My ass hurt and burned like the
dickens, but it would be awhile before I could get into the bath as I
heard Jose get into the shower. I looked into the mirror and saw that
my make up was smeared all over my face, my wig was off, and I looked
like death warmed over. I tried to fix myself up as best I could. I
removed the make up with Pond's cleansing cream and reapplied my
lipstick and put my wig back on. Why I don't know. I went into the
kitchen and made coffee.
In the kitchen, I grabbed a dish towel soaked it in water and put some
soap on it and did my best to clean my groin and backside. It was a
mess and I could barely stand to look at it as I threw the cloth into
the trash. I filled my cup and went over to the couch to sit and wait
my turn in the bath.
Jose came out of the bath drying his hair with a towel and stopped to
get a cup of coffee before coming over to sit beside me. "You one hot
bitch," he told me. "I think I am going to like you." With that he
reached over and pulled my head down into his naked lap. My face rested
on his upper thigh with his semi-erect penis just inches from my face.
"Come on baby play with it some more. You make me hot," he said.
What could I do, but comply. As I pulled and rubbed his penis, Jose
said, "You got some nail polish baby? I think it would be a real turn
on if you had on some hot red or purple nail polish. You don't. Maybe I
get you some. Come on start sucking my dick."
I didn't want to and I certainly didn't like the idea of putting on
nail polish. I moved closer and began to gently suck on his dick. Soon
his hands were on the back of my head and he was increasing the tempo.
For the second time that morning I drank a load of his cum. With him
satisfied, I was able to escape to the bathroom.
I showered and even gave myself an enema to try and feel clean, but I
still felt used as I finally forced myself to dress. I wasn't about to
put on the clothing I had worn that night, so I pulled the clothing I
had stashed under the sink and put them on. I would have rather put on
my briefs and jeans, but I didn't think to bring them with me. As I
stepped out of the bathroom, I saw Jose in my bedroom looking through
my box of secrets.
"Hay, baby," he greeted me. "You got some shit here don't you? Why
don't you put on some of the things I put on the bed and we'll go out
for some breakfast, but first I want another go at that pretty ass of
yours."
I had had enough, "Look Jose, this has been fun, but enough is enough.
I think it is time for you to go and I don't want to see you anymore.
So please just leave."
"Oh no, my Chiquita," he said. Then to my complete surprise he showed
me my wallet and said he knew everything about me. While I was taking
my bath he had rummaged through all my personal effects. He knew my
family, their address, everything that would ruin me if any of this
ever got out. After he explained everything that he could do to me, he
broke out in a big smile and said for me to get on the bed.
Fortunately, I had rubbed some petroleum jelly into my sore butt and
this time it did not hurt as bad. As I lay on my stomach after he had
filled me, he handed me a tampon that he had found in my box of
secrets.
"I think you need that to stop leaking baby. Then I want you to put on
those things I laid out and we are going for some breakfast. I'm
starving."
It was humiliating but I did as he said. With my butt plugged, I picked
up the yellow nylon panties with plump red cherries depicted on them, a
pale yellow panty girdle and pulled them up my hips tucking my penis
back between my legs. I attached the hose to the girdle's tabs and put
my cross your heart bra back on. Then I dropped a yellow full slip with
brown floral lace trim on the bodice and hem followed by the wrap
around dress in black rayon with large hibiscus flower prints on it.
After stepping into my pumps, I went over to the dresser and fixed my
face. I dug around in my box purse and found the one pair of clip on
earrings that I had. They were gold trim with a large fax-pearl. I
checked the purse making sure I had lipstick and my other cosmetics in
it, then put my wallet in. I was ready for my first public outing
scared shitless. I knew what I looked like...I was a guy in a dress. My
foundation was too heavy as was the rest of my make up for a real woman
to be wearing in the early morning.
When I tried to explain all this to Jose, he just grinned and said not
to worry. "I'll take you to an okay place. Now come on baby I am
starving."
We wound up in a dilapidated part of the Mexican side of town. He took
me to what had originally be a house, but now converted into a caf?.
Thankfully, it was dark inside and there weren't more than three other
people in it. A very fat Mexican woman came over to our table wearing a
black full skirt and pink with floral background blouse. She took our
order in a bored "I'm too tired to care attitude".
"Maria," Jose spoke up, "What no smile for me?"
"Oh, it's you Jose. I'm sorry but it has been a very long night. Who's
your punta?" She said this time with a smile.
"Maria, this is my very good friend," he said and I gasped. He revealed
my real name. "You're gong to be seeing a lot of her in the future. I'm
thinking about renting the place in back for her to stay. Maybe you
could use a girl like her on the weekends?"
"Well I don't know Jose, but I will think about it. You want a beer
with your breakfast tacos?"
I was never so scared or humiliated in my life. What was he saying
about renting me a place and having me work for Maria? I was almost to
tears and began trembling. Jose reached out and took my hand, "Don't
worry baby, I'll take good care of you," he said. That remark really
scared me.
I screamed and then I woke up. I was wearing my white nightie and it
stuck to my groin and butt. I felt like I had been run over by a train
and my anus burned, but I was by myself. Jose was gone. Thankfully, he
never came back. What would have happened if my dream had been real and
I stayed with Jose? That thought scares me because maybe I would have
like it.
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