Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2003 00:38:57 +0000

From: Karen Dixon <trannykaren@hotmail.com>

Subject: Ive got you in my tights (TG/TV)

First in a series of very short stories for those with a penchant for

cross-dressing. Hope you enjoy -- let me know! My name is Karen and you can

reach me at: TrannyKaren@hotmail.com

Cultural note: What the US refers to as `pantyhose' are more commonly known

as `tights' in the UK. To us UK aficionados, the correct terminology is

important!

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When the habit began isn't important. Suffice to say, by the time I had

discovered masturbation, I had discovered the delights of ladies' lingerie.

My almost nightly sorties to the laundry basket or my mother's wardrobe

focused on tan tights, full-cut panties and full-cup bras, and a selection

of pleated skirts and fitted blouses. The wig and make-up would come later,

but the midnight walks through my small town had begun, and my discovery was

nigh.

I had taken to bunking off school, returning home once my mother and father

had left for work and then immersing myself in private and protracted

dressing sessions, safe in the knowledge that I would be undisturbed during

the course of the day.

On such day saw me dressed in tan nylons, white lace panties and bra, pink

satin slip, white blouse and black pleated skirt and a pair of strappy

sandals. I sashayed through the house, room to room, and stopped in the

lounge to catch up on a TV show. I glanced absent-mindedly out of the

window, checking up on the usual view when my eyes suddenly met those of my

biology teacher, walking down the street! Who was the more shocked I

couldn't say, but moments later he stopped, doubled back and knocked on the

door.

He stepped into the house and slapped me across the face, calling me a slut.

I glared defiantly at him, hands on hips, yet almost subconsciously raising

my skirt. He lifted it fully up at the front and spanked my cock through my

nylons. I saw his own cock hardening in his pants and my cock followed suit.

"What will you do with me, Mr D****?" I asked. He pulled my tights partly

down and smiled as my cock bounced out. I thought he would take me into his

mouth, but he turned me around and began to probe my ass with his tongue.

I pushed my hips and ass back into his face, and his tongue began to work

wetly up inside me. The fact that I had previously only ever known my

teacher as a stern, authoritarian figure in a formal classroom context was

not lost on me! Any inhibitions I might have had were instantly dissolved. I

ground my hips and ass around his wet mouth, moaning as my stiff dick

swelled. Feeling it was time to return the compliment, I disengaged myself,

turned round and knelt to take Mr D**** into my mouth.

I was familiar with no other cock than my own. Mr D****'s was considerably

fatter than mine, and his swollen balls hung lustily below his shaft. In a

state of abandonment I rubbed his wet cock head all over my face, noisily

kissing and sucking the purple bulb. I brought my own cock up to nuzzle it,

our pre-cum juices intermingling, and French-kissed his cum into his mouth,

tasting the familiar tang of my own ass musk on his tongue. "You're a

natural" was all he said.

He took off my skirt, tights and panties, leaving me just in blouse and

skirt. I straddled him and sat on his fat wet cock facing him. My ass

quickly relaxed, and I sank down on the full length of his shaft. He said I

had the wettest pussy in my class, then he pushed his tongue into my mouth

and started to come. As he wanked me, laughing coarsely, I heard a key in

the lock and looked up to see the outline of my mother and a group of

friends through the door.

To be continued!