Call Me Cindi Please: (c) Lady Joyce Hamilton tv.

It was all right until Mr Evans fastened the suspender belt behind my waist. Until then my cock had been quiet, but as he pulled the waistband of my panties open to pass the suspender straps down under the gold satin my cock hardened. At thirteen a boy's cock can stiffen at the most embarassing times: it has a life of its own.

'I should have put the suspender belt on you before the knickers. silly of me. We'll do it right on the night.'

The sight of the gold straps hanging down over the tight, full panties, there in the full length mirror, would be enough to make a saint think of sex!

Mr Evans fussed away stretching my fishnet stockings over my slender thighs, smoothing them as his hands worked up my thighs: the nylons were long enough to reach right into the fold of my crotch. He seemed to be taking a lot of time over this, and a lot of care. I could see a drop of sweat on his brow. In my innocence I wondered if he had noticed my hard-on making a tent and a little dark spot in the gold satin.

'Before we try on the dresses, you should make sure you can walk on these.' The shoes were not really high-heeled, but they were undeniably sexy with gold straps and clear glass heels. The shoes were, of course, a key part of the pantomime plot. They felt strange to a young lad but they were not high enough to be difficult; in fact I ventured a pirouette with no problems, and looking at myself in the mirror realised for the first time that I had quite girlie ankles and legs, at least dressed like this. I pushed my pelvis forward imitating the pose of a catwalk model and felt really sexy, aware that I was potentially a sex-object for the first time in my young life. 

'We do the make-up before any final dressing. I'm glad you had time to let your hair grow so we don't have the bother of wigs.It can be a real hassle to make sure a wig stays right on stage: your hair will look lovely just as it is, with a ribbon and in the second act a tiara of course.'

I suppose I got the main role in the St Mungo's School Christmas pantomime because of my blonde hair, slender willowy figure and feminine complexion, and I had several months to let my hair grow till it was not shoulder length, as it is now, but at least more feminine than masculine. On the other hand the era of "short back and sides" had long gone, and there were many boys in the school with even longer hair. We were all fashion conscious, even the sporting "toughs", but not many were as pretty as I was back then. My voice had broken but I was one of those boys who could still manage a feminine-sounding tenor if I wanted: deep and sexy, yes, but undeniably feminine.

'Pout. Stage make-up is not like street make-up.' He was applying a bright scarlet lipstick to my lips. 'In the street a girl with your complexion would just need lipstick and a dab of powder.....it would be a pity to hide such lovely skin-tone. But on stage we need much more to cope with the lights and the distance from the audience. Hence all this. He was deftly applying grease-paint to my cheeks and forehead, and outlining my eyes too. The final effect was feminine, but a bit grotesque. I laughed when I looked in the mirror. 

'It'll look fine from the audience, I assure you, Simon.'

For a moment I thought Mr Evans had a hard cock as well, but I instantly dismissed that stupid idea!

'The panties and suspender belt are new, but you're not the first boy to wear this: I bought it five years ago. That's four pantomimes and five school plays ago.'

He fastened the bra...an un-sexy thing in plain white cotton. He squeezed the padded cups to settle them in place over my chest.

'They even feel like the real thing! But you wouldn't know about that, Simon.' This was a bit risque I thought, even from a Biology teacher who had had the task of explaining sex to us the term before. (He hadn't been at all embarassed....we the schoolboys were!) And I thought I could catch a sort of sexual leer in his eyes and smile, but again I instantly dismissed that thought as impossible.

We tried on first the party dress which Cinderella would wear after the transformation scene. This was a gold silk mini dress: (Cinderella and a lot of the supporting cast would be in modern dress, though her Prince would be in a Ruritanian military uniform), and I was fabulous in it. I just could not stop looking at myself in the mirror. Mr Evans smoothed it down over my buttocks, and especially over my belly. I realised, with horror, that he could not fail to notice my erection as he tried to make the silk fall correctly. But he just stroked my bottom and thighs and seemed to take no notice of where my cock was spoiling the line of the silk at the front. With the tiara I looked every inch a Princess.... except for that cock!

Then it was the Wedding Dress (loaned by the wife of one of the staff: a lovely creation with a high neckline pushed forward by my falsies, and layer after layer of billowing white silk skirts). Finally it was Cinder's kitchen rags, and even these looked sexy with my bare, nearly hairless legs, and that jutting bosom accentuating my slender waist: I could not help noticing how the rags clung to my buttocks. I was beginning to feel feminine, which is half the trick of acting, and later I realised of being a convincing tranny!)

We practised the "transformation", removing the torn grey cotton shift, and putting on the glamorous gold silk, doing it over and over till we had it down to an acceptable sixty seconds!

Before the Dress Rehearsal proper, I went to the toilets, wearing my padded bra, panties and stockings, and my special shoes, and jerked off to get rid of the troublesome hard-on.

And I suppose it was that very exciting orgasm that started to fix in my mind the delights of cross-dressing. Thank you My Evans, and thank you St Mungo's!

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The Summer Term was my last before moving on to Secondary School, and it was the last Friday of that term that Mr Evans took me to one side.

'Simon, you leave us Sunday.'

'Yes, sir. My parents are driving up to collect me.'

'You'll like your new school....at least I did. I went there too.

'I'm looking forward to it, sir.' I was, too, genuinely.

'You are going to be a boarder? I thought so. Good. Unless it has changed a lot you'll be very popular there.' I didn't understand then what he meant: I soon did though when I got there!'Simon, I never took any photos of you as Cinderella. I'm going to do a history of the school one day, and a few photos like that would liven it up. I've still got the gold costume in my rooms, though unfortunately we had to return the lovely wedding dress. Would you come over for lunch Saturday? We'll dress you again and make a record for posterity.'

You don't say "No" to a master, and in any case the prospect of putting on that finery again was more attractive than knocking a ball about on the cricket field. I didn't mind that he hadn't mentioned the grey rags poor Cinders had to wear!

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I was excited and nervous as I stood outside his door, looking at my watch and waiting till exactly 2 o'clock before knocking. I was excited because there had been rumours about Mr Evans which had reached my ears in the months between the pantomime and this end of the school year. Some boys said he was "an old perv", into sex with young boys, and joshed me a bit about his dressing me up, teasing me as "the Welshman's bum-boy". I remembered my suspicion that he had been hard while dressing me as Cinderella, and especially that he must have noticed I was hard too. The more I thought about it the more certain I was that he had indeed been sexually aroused, and that made me excited too. I often jerked off at night with fantasies of Mr Evans..... As I stood on the doorstop Waiting for the minute hand to move I had that pulse in my ears and tightness in my chest that I would later recognise as the herald of a sexual encounter. I was nervous because I knew that sex between men could mean not only wanking each other, which I thought would be great, but also sucking off, which I was bit doubtful about, or even taking a cock in your bottom, a frightening prospect..... a bit exciting but surely very painful?

It was also illegal: but was that just for the adult or for the boyas well? I wasn't sure.... 

The minute hand clicked to the hour and I knocked. He must have been waiting because the door opened immediately. Mr Evans was wearing a very tight white t-shirt, and even tighter white cotton shorts. The boy I then was thought he looked suprisingly sexy for an old guy: (even at forty they seem old to a thirteen-year-old!)

'On the dot, Simon!  They say punctuality is the courtesy of kings: of princesses perhaps in your case?' He laughed. 'I've had all the costume washed and dry-cleaned. It will be nice for you, boy. Come through here.'

The famous dress was tidily on a hanger, and on another beside it the lingerie set. Beneath, two pairs of shoes, the Cinderella ones and another pair all-gold, strappy and with much higher stiletto heels. On the polished wood-block floor beside the shoes an unopened packet of stockings. the boy picked them up and saw they were glossy, black, fully-fashioned and above the picture were the words "Cuban Heeled". The boy looked again at the shapely legs in the picture and saw what cuban-heeled meant: he was looking forward to seeing his feet and ankles and feeling the shiny, glossy delights on his thighs. (Ever since I have favoured cuban heels and seams!)

'First, the make-up, before anything else. Best to undress, Simon, so as not to get any lipstick or powder on your school clothes.'

Nervously, the boy took off his tie and  unbuttoned the white long-sleeved shirt. He saw his teacher involuntarily lick his lips as the boy bared his chest and undid the buckle on his grey flannel trousers. Simon was glad he had still one pair of new white y-fronts from the supply his mother had sent him with. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his own reflection in a long mirror and reckoned it looked quite sexy. He was too nervous to have an erection. Yet! Shyly, he turned his back to Mr Evans as he pulled his underpants slowly down, half bending as he stepped out of them, and presenting to the entranced view of the adult a slender bottom, whiter than the tanned back and legs, and with the most exciting crease, promising paradise. He turned round, covering his cock and balls with a cupped hand. He was sufficiently streetwise to know, if not fully or exactly at least partially why his teacher wanted him naked, and was willing to go along with it. Nervous but excited, eager but still afraid: above all he knew this was a defining moment: soon he would be a man! 

The boy's cock was still limp behind the shielding palm, which is more than you could say about his teacher, who was sporting a raging bulge in his over-tight shorts.  

And as for Harry Evans, his cock was almost painful as it strained agaist the soft cotton of his tennis shorts: he had planned dressing the boy entirely as Cinderella, taking photographs, and then moving into a slow seduction. This scheme did not stand up to the first shock of seeing him naked, as the boy, still not meeting his teacher's eye, his own gaze modestly down at the floor, shyly removed his hand from his cock to reveal the prettiest triangle of golden fleece, small, white balls tight in their sack, and a little-boy cock arching gracefully down. He was cut.... Harry Evan's favourite, though he enjoyed uncircumcised too, and most boys nowadays were uncut he found.

Harry found himself muttering, "Lovely! Lovely! Lovely".

The boy heard this and his heart missed a beat as he now knew his hopes and fears would soon be realised: the only question was whether it would be mutual masturbation, sucking, or the boys' taunts would prove true....he hardly dared consider that! Did guys really stick it up another guy's bottom? It seemed unlikely somehow.

For the moment, however, it was still dressing up time, as his teacher fastened the gold suspender belt round the boy, standing behind him and making the most of ensuring the gold satin sat properly over his hips. 'In the right order this time. Suspender belt first, then panties...' Both of them laughed. Now the stockings. He tore the packet open and they were draped over his naked forearms for a moment.

'Sit on the settee, Simon. Now lift this leg.' He had slipped his hand into the stocking, making sure the foot and the seam were correctly aligned. Now he held the boy's leg and slipped the stocking on him, pulling it carefully up and up till it nearly reached the boy's crotch. He stetched it, stroked and patted till all creases were gone and the seam was straight up the back of the boy's thigh, and clipped on the suspenders. 'Now the other one...'

By now Simon's cock was half-hard, and Harry Evans was tempted to handle it. It was much bigger now, but still a little-boy cock, white and not veiny like an adult, and it's helmet was a smooth, pretty pink. He did not touch it... yet.... but simply felt the smoothness of the two inches of skin at the stocking top: it was always silkiest there just between stocking-top and crotch. He promised himself he would kiss the boy there later, feeling it with his sensitive lips, sampling with his tongue. But it was time to draw on the matching panties.

'Stand up now.'

It was Harry's turn to sit down, and he held the tiny gold thong open for the boy to step into it, then pulled it slowly up over thighs until it was stretched across his buttocks. In the mirror Harry could see the whiteness of the boy's slender bottom accentuated by the thin gold thong dividing the cheeks and hiding the centre of all male sex mystery. At the front, the little triangle of shiny satin hid hid balls but could not cover the boy's cock, now as hard as Harry's, helmet peeping shyly out from the top of his panties.

'Now try these shoes. They are too high for the stage, I think, but they are much more glamorous than the ones you wore in the panto.' By glamorous he meant "sexy" but he was still being careful, playing the boy along. It would be a pity to lose him having got so far, and it was clear the boy wanted sex. Oh yes! That sweet little-boy cock proved beyond all doubt. 'See how you get on with the high heels.'

The boy had something of the natural athlete about him (which promised well for their later "bed wrestling!"), and had no problem walking on them. Like all high heels they really transformed him more even than the stockings and lingerie, making his ankles sexy, and making him push his pelvis forward. The boy even stood admiring himself in the mirror, making cat-walk poses on one leg, bending slightly, and now with a cheeky smile.... all shyness gone. How Harry would have liked a few shots of him now, but while pics of the boy as Cinderella would just about be tolerated, half-naked and in lingerie could be dangerous in the wrong hands. Pity! He would have to rely on his memory rather than photographs when the boy moved to his new school.

'I was going to put your bra on you, then your dress. But, with that hard-on we'll never get a decent photo of Cinderella. It will always show up as a bulge. And I've got the same problem, Simon. We'll have to get rid of these hard-ons before I can take any photos. Come here, and we'll wank.'

As the boy walked back to the settee, hips moving like a sexy girl's, he watched his teacher pull off the t-shirt, and was surprised how muscular the guy was, small, wiry, tanned, and smooth-chested. He looked good, and even better were the cock and balls revealed as he kicked his slippers off,  unzipped, lowered, stepped out of his shorts, and sat beside the boy, two naked males both with rock-hard erections. Simon had never seen an adult cock in full erection, and decided it was the sexiest thing ever! He could not take his eyes off it and felt his own cock twitching... in anticipation of he knew not what. Wanking certainly.... possibly more? He more than half-hoped so. Harry's hand went to the boy's cock and gripped it, warm and silky with hard muscle beneath. The boy, tentative, reached for the man's. He was glad the guy was cut... he was the only boy in his class who had been cut, and he always felt a bit odd in the showers. Here was a kindred spirit! 

The boy moved his hand loosely down the man's cock, mirroring exacly the man's hand on his own little cock. Now, beyond all expectation his teacher's mouth was over his. He had never kissed before, beyond the most-unwelcome pecks of aunts etc, and Jack Hopkins' kiss in the pantomime (Jack had played the Prince) which although leading to whoops of wild laughter from the boys in the audience, had been a fake. (Unfortunately for Simon, who would have loved being kissed properly by this handsome and well-built guy!) However, this was a proper kiss and there was a moment of tenseness in the boy's body before he relaxed and capitulated to the invading tongue. He felt almost dizzy with the pleasure as they writhed together, open mouth to open mouth, hands on cocks and roaming all over each other's bodies.

Finally they came up for air, and Harry broke away from the embrace. The boy was astounded when his teacher knelt in front of him, placed his hands on the boy's hips and lowered his lips to that little-boy cock. The warmth and wetness was exciting, and Simon found he was opening his legs wider, and stretching them in the ecstasy of first sex. He held his teacher's head between his hands while that head bobbed up and down, the shaft sliding in and out his mouth. The guy's tongue made little teasing, fluttering movements to the sensitive front of the shaft.

The satin thong was getting in the way and Harry pulled it down, and anchored it under the boy's hairless balls, which now stood out inviting kissing: Harry licked them, and then took one in his mouth and sucked gently on it. The boy squirmed and groaned, gripping the man's head tighter, fingers in his hair. Harry laughed and returned to sucking the boy's cock.

In a sudden panic, Simon realised he was about to come and tried to pull his cock from that teasing mouth.

'I'm going to come....'

No reply from his teacher except redoubled sucking and bobbing up and down faster. He gripped the boy's thighs, pulled the boy even closer, and was rewarded with a gush of thin boy-cum filling his mouth momentarily. He swallowed, and felt the tension in the boy's thighs and buttocks relax. He allowed the cock to rest quiet in his mouth while he enjoyed the last twitches and oozes.

'Can I do something for you, sir?' Simon was aware his teacher had not yet come.

'You certainly can, boy. Shall I teach you the real man-love, what grown-up men do for sex?'

'I think that's putting it in their bottom, sir.'

'It certainly is, Simon.'

'I'm a bit scared of that. I'm sure it will hurt.'

'Not much, and not for long. I remember my first time, and I was nervous, like you. Excited. too. See, you're getting hard again at the thought! I was in my last year at prep-school just like you.'

'Be gentle, sir.'

Nervous but excited exactly described young Simon's state of mind. He had known about anal sex for about a year from jokes told in the playground, whispered stories, and those "bum-boy" taunts. He had even managed to slide his index finger into his own bum, kneeling in a warm bath and using the soap as lubricant and jerking off. But two fingers had felt too much, and this guy's cock was broader than two fingers. He had been told guys did it, though, and if they did it it must be because they enjoyed it..... He knelt in front of the settee his face pressed into the red satin cushion. 

He felt and heard Mr Evans fussing about behind him, and then his flimsy little thong being pulled down and over and off his ankles. Strong hands parted his arse cheeks and, incredibly, a slobbering wet kiss right on his arsehole. He giggled, a bit embarassed. The kiss became a pointed tongue that penetrated. He giggled again. 'That tickles.'

Harry Evans took no notice of the boy's comment but continued slipping his tongue in and out, enjoying this tight little bottom, the pretty buttocks under his palms, and the heady boy-scent off his crease. He should have done this months before, and enjoyed this lovely bottom again and again: now he would only have this one afternoon. Ah well! He would make the most of it! Better still the boy was wriggling his pretty little bottom, and sticking it out so that tongue would penetrate further. the giggles increased....

Simon felt the tongue leave his arsehole, and then a slippery finger slide up and down his crease: the feeling of pressure on his anus was familiar: his own experiments in the bathroom had accustomed him to that, and it was certainly pleasant. so too was the feeling when Mr Evans slid a finger up into him, and then out agaim. In again, and he was finger-fucking the boy. Precum dripped from his own knob as he leaned over and planted a kiss, this time on the boy's neck, there where the blonde hair was finest. A little shiver went up Simon's spine, but this was all pleasure, including the feeling of two fingers in his bottom. This was more than he had managed for himeslf, but with the preparation his teacher had relaxed the muscles enough. Harry Evans decided the boy was ready, and transferred some of the lube from the boy's crease onto his own straining cock.

Hands on the boy's shoulders, he allowed his knob to find the boy's anus by itself, and rest there a second or two, with a gradually increasing pressure. Fot the boy this was still a good sensation, but that suddenly changed when with a slight increase in the pressure that knob penetrated.  

Simon bit hard into the silk of the cushion and told himself that every man who came to enjoy sex must have felt the same moment of pain. Harold Evans rested a moment: he could hardly have moved his cock anyway as the boy's anus gripped it tight. The spasm passed, and still grasping the boy's shoulders he eased his cock in till his thighs were against Simon's oh-so-desirable  bottom. And now he could fuck, gently yes, but proper rhythmic fucking.

For Simon the pain had passed, not to be replaced by pleasure but rather a dull, and rather boring sensation. And yet there was pleasure in knowing how he was desired, in hearing the muttered endearments, flattering comments, and above all the expressions of real joy his teacher was uttering. He stole a look sideways into the long mirror, and saw that he was indeed sexy, kneeling like this in suspender belt, stockings and high heels, while the broad, muscular buttocks and thighs of Mr Evans forced a hard cock into him with thrusts ever more powerful and ever faster. It seemed impossible that the full length could be in him, and yet that is what the mirror showed.

'OK?'

''Oh yes, sir. Do me as hard as you want!'

Simon could not help watching in the long mirror. It was fascinating how the guys buttock muscles clenched and released wuth each thrust, and his own bum looked really girlish. He could understand how Mr Evans desired it, though for Simon the harder, more masculine butt was the more attractive. Thighs were crashing against his bum now, and sometimes he could see Mr Evans' balls swinging especially with each pull out before each thrust. He could only see the guy's face side on, but it was certainly flushing red as the fucking was harder and faster. Those hands gripped his shoulders tighter, almost painfully, and  the muttered obscenities increased. Then with two or three really powerful thrusts his arse was filled with cum: he was disappointed that he could not actually feel the gushes, but he knew Mr Evans had cum especially as his cock was even slicker moving in and out with the extra lubrication. He saw, and felt, Mr Evans collapse over him, chest resting on his back, lips on his neck, hands relaxed from their grip.

'That was nice, sir.'

'Good. It's just a pity you're leaving us so soon. We should have done this months ago, and had a chance of much more...'

Simon was silent. He would have liked more, too.

'Ah well! You'll be popular at St Osyth's. If you like I'll send a copy of the picture of you as Cinderella to Sam Winshaw: like you he played the feminine lead in school plays when he was a boy here. Get into this bra, and the dress and we'll take some.'

'Could you send me one, too, please sir, the best of them. Send me two, and I'll send one back signed.....'

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It was strange becoming once more a new-boy, once again a little fish in a big pond. However, some of his mates from prep-school were there, and one or two of the older boys were very friendly. Simon suspected it was because of his blonde hair and feminine build, but waited for thenm to make any advances, and there were none in the first two weeks. But Mr Winshaw invited him to tea "after Chapel Sunday afternoon".

Simon noticed that Sam Winshaw (the boys called him Samantha, but they had odd nick-names for all the teachers), Simon noticed that he was not in Chapel that Sunday, but went to his little bungalow on the campus none-the-less.

He was surprised when the door was opened by a tall, elegant lady in an ankle-length, off-the-shoulder, oyster-grey satin robe. He had not known Sam Winshaw was married! 

The moment she spoke he knew! This lovely, sophisticated femme was indeed Sam Winshaw, and he understood why some of the boys called him Samantha. She ushered him into a light, sunny room and stood him there, looking at him, her hands on his shoulders and a smile on her full, red lips.

'Simon! Harry Evans has told me so much about you. And he sent me a copy of that lovely picture of you in the pantomime. You looked so sweetly feminine!'

'Do you see Harry Evans then?'

'Not often enough! But we chat on the internet. Now you sit down and I'll show you what I've bought for you.'

Simon watched as she laid out on a leather stool a pretty ligerie set in pastel blue nylon and lace, a packet of stockings....'fully fashioned, cuban heel. I love these retro stockings myself: they're so silky to the touch and much sexier than the modern stretch types'. Simon could only agree. The dress on its hanger was of silver satin: it looked like a mini, he thought, and the shoes matched. He wondered how he would get on with the very, very high stiletto heels but could hardly wait to try! 

'I thought about a wig, but after seeing you in class I decided your hair was long enough for Cindi, and would look very nice as it is.'

This was the first time he had been called Cindi, a name that would last his transvestite life! He liked it.

'Can I try them on?'

'Of course. Let's get these smart school clothes off you.'

Samantha enjoyed the disrobing, and took her time about stripping the boy, savouring evey moment, stroking naked thighs, chest and shoulders. Finally he stood in front of her naked except for his tight little white, y-fronted underpants. There was a lovely contrast between his tanned body and the startling white: Harry had told her what a pretty little fleece the boy had, a sexy little golden triangle above his cut cock and nearly hairless little balls. Already he had a growing bulge there, stimulated by the promise of those pretty clothes, and the slight bulge that had appeared, spoiling the line of Samantha's robe, but promising pleasures soon.

She dropped to her knees and nuzzled his crotch with her lips and nose. He was glad he had showered and was wearing clean underthings. Then, slowly, she pulled them down and his cock sprang clear.

Samantha looked at it a second, so tender and so proud! Harry had said it was a fine cock and so it was, straight, still little-boy smooth with no hairs and no veins showing, cut with a small, almost pointed helmet. He sighed as she closed her mouth around it.

Simon looked down at the shining raven-black hair, and the full lips around his cock-head. He pushed forward and felt his shaft penetrate fully until her face was pressed against him. Then the kneeling figure's head started bobbing up and down as she sucked him. He was close to coming when she stopped.

'Don't stop! That's really great!'

'Did you ever fuck Harry Evans?'

'No. He just sucked me and fucked me. I sucked him though.' 

'Anyone else.'

'No. I'd have liked to, but never got the chance.'

'So you never fucked anyone?'

'No.'

'You can fuck me if you want.'

Simon thought for a few moments. 'You look ever-so sexy, but I think I'd rather you sucked me, and then it would be nice to suck you.'

'I think you're like me! Bottom, not top. Like you, I love to take, not give, as they say.'

She returned to the bobbing and sucking. To be honest she preferred her guys just a bit older than this, more muscle in the butt where she was grasping him, broader cock to really fill her mouth. But this was an opportunity not to be passed over.

As for Simon, he reckoned Samantha sucked better than Mr Evans, his only comparison, and it was especially nice the way one hand rested in his buttock crease while the other stroked and tickled his balls, sometimes pulling at the skin of the sack. And all the time the head bobbed up and down: he felt he was close and held her head between his two hands, timing the little pushes of his hips to the movements of her mouth.

Samantha felt him tense and knew the moment had come. She bobbed a bit faster and fluttered her tongue on the shaft. she pulled hard on the skin of his sack and slipped a finger into his bum as far as the first knuckle. There was one spurt of thin boy-cum, not much of it but pleasant all the same. 

The cock rested in her mouth a moment or two, and then mutually they separated.

Now let's dress you!

Everything fitted! Good old Harry Evans! Simon, now becoming Cindi, was introduced to the wonders of breast forms. He could not resist looking at himself and posing in front of Samantha's long mirror. He felt the front of his satin and lace bra, and was reassured that the adhesive seemed to have fixed them securely, and there was no doubt his body was much more feminine with tits. Samantha had opened the stockings pack, and had one of them slipped over her long, bare arm. Simon could not wait.

'Sit down, Cindi, and I'll put them on you.' The sensation as the thin silk slid over his thighs was unlike anything he had known: so much more sexy than the stretchy, lycra ones Harry evans had dressed him in. And the cuban heel was so sexy as well: even his ankles looked feminine now! 

'Make-up before we put the dress on, darling. Don't want any accidents spoiling the gown. With a lovely complexion like yours you don't need much in fact.' Cindi watched as she dabbed a little powder and then high-lighted the cheekbones with bronzer, and then the mysteries of the mascara brush. 'Makes the eyes look sultry and sexy! With a tanned blond complexion like yours a pink lipstick is best. This is long-lasting and non-smear. Doesn't come off if you kiss! Now purse your lips, sweetie. There, that's done. now I just brush your hair and make it shine.....'

The dress completed the illusion. scandalously short, just covering her pretty pastel-blue panties, it showed off her slender thighs and invited the questing hand to slip up over nylon towards the promised land of stocking tops and clitty! Cindi felt wholly feminine as she looked at herself in the mirror: so what if there was a little bulge where a real girl would be rounded and smooth....she would not have it any other way.

'Just time for me to varnish your nails before the guys arrive. has to match the lipstick of course....'

'Guys?'

'Silly me! I meant it to be a surprise for you. I've invited a couple of final-year guys this afternoon.'

'Oooh! Who?'

'I'll keeep that as a surprise, darling. You'll like them. One has a real crush on you, even before you're cross-dressed.'

'Not Julius de Montfigue?'

'You'll see! Now a glass of sherry each I think, and we'll sit down and wait for them. They'll be on time. In fact they'll be waiting outside looking at their watches already.' She giggled as she poured the sherry and handed a glass to Cindi, sitting on the sofa. 'About five minutes. Do you smoke?'

'Please.'

The cigarettes were in a gold case, and Cindi felt quite grown-up as hers was lit for her and passed to her. Samantha screwed one into a long ivory holder, and looked terribly sophisticated the young girl thought. 

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Almost immediately the door chimes rang, and Samantha went out, cigarette holder and glass in her hand.

She ushered in the two lucky lads, and one was indeed Julius. The other was another of the rugby team,  Peter McCann. They seemed very confident, smiling so attractively as they were introduced to "Cindi". Cindi thought Julius had lovely white, straight teeth and full, sexy lips; she imagined he would kiss so sexily and was glad she had stay-put lipstick!

'Taken your pills, boys?'

'We certainly have, Samantha. An hour ago as per usual.' Peter answered for both of them.

Let's see you then! Get them off!'

Cindi stubbed out her cigarette end and drained her sherry glass as she watched the two lads undress. Peter McCann looked the tougher as he bared his chest and legs, a sort of hard boney-and-muscle look about him, and his blonde hair was almost crewcut. Cindi thought of US Marines she had seen in some war film or other. But she considered Julius de Montfigue sexier, partly because she had caught him looking at her, even when she was just Simon and not sexed-up as Cindi, and knew he fancied her. But also because he looked strong, but there was something langourous in his eyes, sensual around his mouth, and his muscles, though just as developed as his companion's seemed to have more flesh over the sinews. Even at her tender age she was capable of guessing who would be the better lover (a gift that was to stay with her all her life).

They both lowered their white boxer shorts at the same time. Both were half-hard: Peter had a foreskin and golden pubic hair, Julius was cut, had a lovely mushroom of a purple knob and jet black pubic hair. She cuaght Julius' eye and smiled at him: he took that as an invitation and sat beside her on the sofa, while Peter perched on the edge of the deep easy chair occupied by Samantha.

For the next ten minutes Cindi had eyes only for her boy, and took no notice at all of the other couple. They kissed open-mouthed, passionate both of them, his tongue probing deep into her mouth. She kissed his nipples, fascinated at the way they hardened under her lips, finding the fine black hairs around them so sexy especially with his otherwise hairless and tanned chest. As they kissed and caressed she felt his hand up under the hem of her robe, resting on her stockinged thigh. She opened her legs slightly for him and felt him stroking higher and higher till his fingers reached naked flesh at the stocking-tops. His fingers found a suspender strap and for a moment slipped under it, feeling the tension. Then his hand was on her satin panties, holding her balls and cock in one fist as he sighed and kissed her even more powerfully. This was her cue and she grasped his cock, which her fist could not completely encompass: he seemed to be bigger than Harry Evans had been, and she hoped she could manage him!  

He was all over her now, and she could feel the weight of his body as he leaned over her. He had her cock outside her panties and it was delightful for her to feel him gently rubbing it, wanking her: she reciprocated, running her fingers up and down his shaft as they embraced. He was pulling at her panties, and she lifted her bottom a moment so he could pull them down and off over her high heels: his fingers now reaching down into her crease, under the balls, seeking out her anus.

'I want your sweet arse, Cindi. I want to fuck you....'

'Please....But be gentle.'

It was obvious Julius had been here before as he knew there was lube in the small drawer of the coffee table. Cindi thought he looked so sexy as he made the two steps across the room, his cock erect and seeming to point the way. As he returned he was greasing his cock.

She looked across the room and saw Peter was already fucking Samantha, doggy-fashion on the carpet in front of the deep easy chair they had been crushed into earlier.

Julius wiped his hands on his quite hairy thighs and stood over his girlie. She pulled her dress up exposing thighs, cock and hairless balls. He kelt in front of her and took her cock in his mouth: a connoisseur of little-boy cocks he considered this one above average size for a boy of Simon's age, and very handsome, straight and cut. He could just see the lovely little arsehole and licked down over those balls to the firm, hard piece behind them and then his tongue on that pretty crinkled place. Cindi giggled and lifted her arse a bit so he could get more of it, holding his head in place with both hands.

'Be gentle, Julius....'

This was the invitation, and he straightened up to spread some lube in her crease and then work a bit into her with his index finger. She felt tight and he remembered Samantha warning him that Cindi had probably only been fucked just once before. He would have to go slowly at first! 

'OK?'

'It's ok....'

'Shall I try two fingers?'

'OK.'

Index finger and ring finger inserted as far as the first knuckle, and no complaints, so he pushed until the full length was up her. He felt around and found the beginnings of the prostate and pushed against it.

'Ooh!'

'OK?'

'Yes! In fact that feels nice. Do it again, just there.'

He pressed again on the small swelling and was rewarded with another "Ooooh!" and a sexy wiggle of her hips.

'I like that. Do you think your cock would do that too?'

'I'm sure of it Cindi....'

'Well put it in me then. The only other guy who fucked me never found that spot....'. She knelt with her head on the silk cushions.

Helpfully, she spread her buttocks with both hands behind her back, showing him the prettiest little hairless crack, his fingers snugly in her. When he withdrew them her arsehole closed up tight immediately. Some boys he had fucked would have stayed open for a while, and he imagined this was a proof of her inexperience of anal sex. His cock was twitching and dribbling pre-cum as he greased it up: it would be difficult to make this fuck last! 

'Come on!' Another sexy wriggle of thos hips: she really seemed up for it. 

He placed his knob carefully, kneeling behind her and felt her leaning back against him. All boys liked the feel of a knob pressing lightly against their pussies, even if they had never been fucked. She was no different. He pushed harder and after a momentary resistance his knob just popped into her.

'Ouch! That hurts!'

Over the room Samantha looked up, her reverie of fucking broken for a second by that cry of pain. She called across the room,'Never mind, Cindi. It'll pass. It always does.' She returned to enjoying the slow, steady thrusts from her athletic lad.

Julius waited a few seconds till he felt the spasm gripping his cock tight relax, and chose that moment to gently push till his whole shaft had penetrated, and his thighs were resting on that smooth, even girlish bum. Her anus had another spasm constricting his cock almost painfully: she really did have a tight pussy. But again it relaxed and he slowly withdrew as far as the knob and then just as slowly penetrated again full length. And now they were fucking, her silent, him thrusting with long, slow rhythm.

'OK?' 

'Yes. But your cock isn't finding that place...'

Hands under her thighs, he raised her bum just an inch or so.

'Oh yes! That's it. Oh yes! Like that! Jeez!'

This was better, Julius thought, and he increased his pace and the power of his thrusts. Beneath him he could hear Cindi beginning to pant and make little sqealing sounds. Faster still then! He was dimly aware that she had her hand on her cock and was wanking furiously as he shagged her. He was controlling his cum with difficulty now as the shagging and excitement increased. Cindi saved him from the embarrassment of coming before her. 

'Jeez! I'm coming. Fuckin' 'ell that's good! Oh jeez. Oh yes. Now!'

'Cum, darling. Cum for me, and I'll cum in you.'

He reached under her to where her soft little hand was working franticly up and down her cock, and squeezed gentlty those hairless little balls. he could feel his own orgasm mounting like a coiled spring. Suddenly he could feel her cum slipery over his hand, and that triggered him to a shuddering, knee-trembling spurt deep in her bottom. Out and then another shove in and another huge, gushing cum. Out, and a third. Then a gradual slowing of his thrusts still they were both silent and still.

Samantha and her boy had finished as well and there was a general wiping of cocks and arses on tissues.

'I'm afraid I've cum all over your satin cushion, Samantha.'

'Washable, darling girl....'

The boys had to go to rugby training so the two tvs had another sherry, a cigarette, and discussed the pleasures of sex....Samantha told the novice tv the names of the other teachers who sometimes had sex with boys: there were several! 'Keep quiet about Cindi though if you have any of them...They all want little boys, not little girls.'

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Simon shoved a pillow under his bedsheet, stood back, and then arranged it so that to a cursory glance it would look like a sleeping boy under his sheets. There was a great full moon, and the windows cast squares of pale light dotted the length of the dormitory showing clearly the two rows of iron bedsteads with their sleeping boys. Barefoot, Simon made his way carefully down the centre of the aisle, making a shadow every time he went across one of those pools of moonlight. Nobody woke, though one boy was talking in his sleep. If anyone saw him they would assume he was going to the bathroom to relieve himself....

Julius had whispered to him as the boys had left the assembly hall that morning, 'Come to my room tonight when they're all asleep. Wake me if I'm asleep. You know where my room is?' Simon knew exactly where it was! He had often dreamed of that oak door and the sleeping god behind it, the private space one of the privileges of seniority. It was just a step or two beyond the boys' domitory and Simon felt that familiar excitement, a tightness in his chest, and his cock making a little tent in his pyjamas as he padded quietly between the sleeping boys. Not long now!

The door was ajar. He closed it behind him, and shot the bolt to make sure they were not interrupted: not that it was at all likely. 

Julius was laying on his back, deeply asleep and breathing heavily. The sheet covered his waist downwards, but his barrel chest rose and fell in the moonlight, and his muscular biceps almost shone in the pale glow. The boy stood over him, admiring and lusting, his heart beating very fast now and a pulse of excitement behind his ear. Gently he reached forward and grasped the hem of the sheet, pulling it down to reveal belly, thighs, and of course Julius' cock, limp but still impressively masculine, lolling at ease over his balls. The boy leaned forward and gently kissed one nipple, feeling it stiffen under his lips. He could not resist it, and Julius had said to wake him up so he leaned over the sleeping athlete and took his knob between young lips. Then the whole of the cock in his mouth, sucking on it and teasing it with his tongue. He felt it stiffening and had to withdraw his mouth a bit as it threatened to fill it. He stood up and looked down at the still sleeping figure, magnificent now with standing cock. He reached beneath it, and gently cradled those big, hairy balls in a cupped hand. Julius muttered something in his sleep and turned over onto his side.

Simon gave a little shiver. It was not really cold, but at three in the morning on a clear moonlit night there was a nip in the air. He undid his pyjama cord and allowed the trousers to fall to the floor: the pyjama jacket joined them. He recognised that tube on the bedside table: Julius had made sure the lube was handy for the evening's pleasures!Simon unscwed the cap, squeezed a small blob, screwed it up again and replaced the tube. Now that lube into his own arse with his index finger. He had douched in the toilets earlier, as Samantha had taught that first tv day, Two fingers. Another shiver and carefully into the bed beside his hero, pulling the sheet up over both of them.

they were laying together "spoons", and Simon arranged himself so the older boy's hard knob was pressed against his anus.  He leaned back on it, loving the feeling of pressure  on his arsehole. If he just leaned back a bit harder..... and yes it was in him. He heard his own sigh of pleasure.

Julius had been dreaming a young boy was in his bed with him, willingly offering his bottom. The dream was delightful but as he slowly woke up the real thing was even more so.

'You little sweetie! How did you manage that? Never mind. It's a lovely way to be awoken! Oh yes! What a lovely body and cute little-boy bottom.' Simon could feel Julius' hands reaching  round, one to caress a nipple, the other to hold cock and balls complete in one large fist. And that cock thrusting in and out, not fast but powerfully hitting the spot now as it always did. His little cock was twitching with each stroke, and it was as if an invisible cord joined his inner anus to his balls, his balls to his cock, and his cock to his nipples. He wanted to shout his pleasure, but whispered his praise and appreciation of the older boy's skill and gentle forcefulness. 'Julius! That's lovely! You fuck me so well! Oh yes! Oh ! Jeez I'm coming.'

Julius felt the boy-cum on his fist cradling cock and balls together. His fingers slid in the juice and he was coming himself, one spurt with each powerful thrust.

They lay silent for minutes, Julius'arms around his boy, Simon feeling the stregth of hairy thighs against his own. finally his anus expelled Julius' cock.

'That was lovely, Simon, but we can't risk dropping off to sleep. You'd better get back to your dorm. A last kiss, and they could both hear the thrush singinging outside his window. 'Nearly dawn....'


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                                                                                   St Osyth's
                                                                                   November 1st 2009

           Dear Mumsy,
                       I should have written last week but they keep us so busy at St Osyth's. Anyway I know
           Daddy will approve of that.
           I'm still enjoying it here, much better than prep school, and the staff and boys are all nice to
           new boys. One teacher, Mr Winshaw, and one of the boys, Julius de Montfigue have taken a special
           interest in helping me settle in. Despite his name, Julius is English...in fact he's also The Hon.
           Julius de Montfigue though he never uses the title. When his father dies he will be Lord Templeton.
           Anyway, he's older than me so it's nice of him to take interest in helping a new boy settle in.
           I'm really writing to tell you that Julius has invited me to spend some of the Christmas hols at
           his father's place in Templeton: that's in Gloucestershire. It's a lovely old manor-house and 
           I've seen pictures. If you google it you'll find quite a lot as it's open to tourists in the 
           summer.
           His parents know he's asked me and it's ok with them.
           Please, Mumsy! I am so looking forward to it.
           The Chapel Bell just rang, so I'd better stop.
           Love to you and Daddy, Simon.  

                                                                                   Hastings
                                                                                   November 4th 2009
           Dear Simon,
                      Your father and I are so pleased you like life at St Osyth's. Your father enjoyed his time there too.
                      And it's nice that you are making friends there. 
                      Your father says it will be good for you to spend Christmas away from home, your first.
                      As for your father and me, you know I have always wanted to go on pilgrimage to the Holy Land
           and obviously it would be lovely to be there for the Nativity. So that would fit in perfectly. Send 
           us the dates you'll be at Templeton and we'll be able to book our own trip.
                      Templeton looks very grand (we found it on the net), and I hope you have the right clothes.    
           I expect school uniform and your usual casual things will be good, but let me know if you need anything
           else.
                      Be respectful to your teachers, and remember to say your prayers.
                      All my love, Mumsy.

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The BMW drew up not in front of the large front of the manor but by a smaller door at the side. In the winter sunlight the ancient stone had a wonderful honey-colour warmth on a winter's day.

'You drive very well, Julius,'

'Only had my licence six months, but Dad said that as long as I was sensible I would be safer in a good car than an ordinary one, so he got me this. He'd kill me if I even scratched it, so I'm very careful! The main house is shut up while my parents are away....they're in the Bahamas for Christmas. I said I'd rather be here, and that I can look after myself. Mrs Hussey the housekeeper and Dawkins the Butler are on holiday too, and all the other staff. So it's just you and me, Simon. Give me a kiss, and we'll get the bags inside.'

They embraced across the front seat of the BMW and Simon could feel his cock stiffen. So could Julius! 'That's nice....when the bags are upstairs we can have a shower. get rid of the journey, and do something about this.' He held the boy's cock fo a second and then let go.

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'Rub my back for me, sweetie.'

The needles of hot water almost stung his skin as he soaped Julius' broad back and then his muscular buttocks. There was surprisingly little hair in his heroe's crease (he had studied lots of nude guys on the internet of course), and he made a special task of soaping there, and reaching under to soap those heavy balls. Both of them had hard cocks now.

'I've always wanted to have a shower with you, Jlius. really get to know you naked.'

'Do you get hard when you shower with your class-mates after games and gym?'

'Always. They tease me a bit, but I'm not the only one!'

'I was the same. And I'll tell you something, Jackson watches to see which boys are excited by other naked boys, and then he makes a pass at them.'

Jackson was the sports teacher, an ex-army Physical Training Instructor.

'He never made a pass at me.'

'He will, sweetie. Betcha! He did at me!'

'Did you let him?'

'Yes! He's good as well. Nice cock, if a little on the small side. He was the first guy to fuck me.'

'I thought you were only "top". I'm surprised.'

They were soaping each other's fronts now, chests, bellies, and especially around the cock and balls.

'I am now. But I started like we all do!' 

Simon spotted the chrome-plates rail along the shower wall: clearly it was not intended to give support to the disabled, so it must be for.... He tried it out, and it proved to be the exact height for him to bend over, arms straight, and arse jutting out provocatively. 'You know what I want, Julius...'

'That's pretty obvious, sweetie. Jesus! what a sweet body you've got, what a lovely little arse.'

Simon felt those hands sliding over his buttocks, soapy slippery under the needle shower, and wriggled his hips and bottom. 'Please. please. I really want it.'

And he nearly got it! But at the last minute Julius remembered other plans. 'It's going to be lovely, but what I want is Cindi much more even than Simon.' He pressed his thighs up against the offered buttocks, his cock sliding into the crease. I could! but I've promised myself my little boy-girl.

With that he reached up and flicked the lever over from hot to cold, holding the boy tight against him. The needles were of ice now and the boy screamed and struggled , delightfully for his lover, who was counting slowly up to sixty. He then swiched the water off completely and let the boy loose.

'That was cruel, Julius. I didn't know you're a sadist.'

'Not a bit of it. You'll find the sex even better for having your body woken up. Now we'll dry each other and I'll show you what I got for you.

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Simon was not really surprised: a guy who got a BMW for his seventeenth birthday was hadly pushed for a few pence! She was however delighted. One mirror-fronted wardrobe had a row of hangers, each with a lovely dress. She could identify 3 "day-time" dresses, three for the evenings, one of which was very formal, for a grand occasion perhaps, two very slinky, sexy robes, a couple of sensible suits, one with trousers and one with skirt, some designer jeans, some tops hanging up still with tickets attached. all in all a treasure trove for a young girlie-boy. And there were shoes... about a dozen pairs in all, mostly sexy high heels, but some sensible court shoes as well, and even a pair of brogues. Excitedly she went to the adjoining wardrobe, sliding the mirror back...it was Julius' They were going to share this bedroom!

The chest of drawers had lingerie sets, two basques, and lots of packets of stockings. And on the dressing table a big display box of cosmetics, a hairbrush, tissues and a row of bottles.

A very long black wig and shoulder-length auburn one stood on wig-stands at the edge of the dressing table.

Heaven!

Simon sat in front of the dressing table mirror and undid her pony tail, letting the blonde hair fall to her naked shoulders. She picked up the hairbrush and worked hard until the gold on her head really shone. She looked at herself in the mirror, admiring really, and decided she did look girlie even without make-up, but she applied just a bit of powder and then blusher to her cheeks. Julius had got the right shade of lipstick (and matching nail varnish) but also some really tarty scarlet stuff which Simon thought woyuld go well with the black wig and one of the slinky, sexy dresses. But not for this first evening! So it was the pink lipstick and ten minutes carefully varnishing toe and finger-nails.

Now to dress! First to choose! 

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Cindi found Julius in his kitchen, like all the rooms in his apartment large, spacious and tall-ceilinged. The beams had been painted white. There was a large Aga against one wall and he was leaning against it with his bum to the warmth.

'You look a picture, darling. Virginal!'

She giggled. Virginal she was not, but she knew she looked young and innocent in the flowing white cotton dress, showing enough of her tanned shoulders and arms but high-necked. She knew also that her legs looked good in natural, glossy stockings and white high-heels. She went over to him, walking like a little girl as she had practised so often in front of her mirror at home, and pressed her body against him for a kiss. She was happy to feel his cock rising against her as they embraced: hers was certainly aroused!

'What you cooking?'

'Risotto. Jambalya actually... it's a Cajan dish.'

'Smells great!'

'Should be. Nearly done!'

'A great cook as well as a great lover! I'm a lucky girl....'

A table had been laid for two at the other end of the same kitchen room, with wine and glasses ready (though Cindi drank water after a sip or two of wine.)

Then it was a conventional snog on the sofa in his main room, oak-beamed and with a great open fireplace (not lit.... the central heating was very effective). They kissed and chatted, half watching a Woody Allen comedy, caressing each other, but teasingly short of any real sex. she loved the feel of his hands on her stockinged thighs, on the flesh at the stocking tops, and sometimes feeling the satin of her panties. Both were well-aroused by the end of the film.

'Bed?'

'Bed!'

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Her cosmetics were as she had left them on the dressing-table. 

Julius lifted a pillow and took out folded black nylon. He laid it out on the bed and she saw it was a gorgeous ankle-length see-through nightie. She picked it up and held it to her cheek, then looked at the label. Janet Reager!

'It's lovely!'

'Lovely clothes for a lovely girl!'

She kissed him. 'I ought to get some make-up off, darling.'

At her dressing table she let her dress drop to the floor. As she bent to pick it up, showing her lovely slender butt to full advantage, he was glad he had bought expensive lingerie.That oyster-grey satin was so sexy and yet so stylish. God! He wanted her. He watched as she went to the bathroom, still in her white heels.

'Don't be too long, darling.'

She smiled over her shoulder. He was naked already, laying on the bed his cock rearing up most gallantly! 

The powder washed off easily, but the lipstick stayed. Good! She dabbed a spot of perfume on the crease between her buttocks and went back.

She stripped slowly for him. She had only used a dab of adhesive on her breastforms so they came away easily. The nightie slipped sensually over her shoulders, and she sat in front of the mirror, teasing him by brushing her hair.

'Oh! Come on, Cindi. Please....'

She laughed and tripped daintily to the bed where she knelt beside him and kissed him, one hand holding his hard cock. His hips rose and a moan of pleasure escaped his lips as she slid her tongue the length of the shaft and then poked at his balls with the very tip of her pointed tongue. She felt his hands grasp her thighs through the sheer nylon as she took his knob into her mouth, slid the full length down her throat, and tickled the front of it with her tongue. More moans and the taste of pre-cum.

It wa obvious to her that he would cum soon if she continued like this, and she so wanted that first load of hot cum in her pussy! The lube was handy on the bedside table (always was at school and ditto here!). She smeared some into her arse crease, still sucking at his cock, and then greased his cock. Lifting the nightie she was astride him and placing his cock just right. Now, sinking down on it she felt his full length enter her. She let the billowing black nylon fall again around them as she responded to more groans of pleasure by starting to move up and down on him.

Silly lad had his eyes closed, and was missing the beauty of this lovely young boy, only lipstick and the sexy nightie feminising him beyond his natural girlish prettiness. But he opened his eyes, and felt his cock twitch deep inside Cindi's pussy as he realised how sexy she looked, how he had longed for another session with her dressed, longed for that as he had lain with the schoolboy in his school bed. This was what he wanted most! He tried to get his hands up and under her nightie, but could not find the way in, so settled for holding her hips, moving under the slippery nylon that hid nothing of her erect little-boy cock and pretty nipples. He reached up and tweaked one of them through the silky fabric and was rewarded with a little squeak half of pleasure half of pain. He smiled, and she tried to lean down and kiss him, lips pursed, but realised his cock would slip out if she did, so returned to bouncing up and down on him.

He closed his eyes again, and tried to keep from coming, but soon realised this was a hopeless task. He felt the orgasm building in his balls, in his own bottom somewhere, and most urgently in his cock. Cindi knew he was close as his hips began to buck up and down beneath her, and she had really to concentrate to make sure it stayed up her, exactly where she wanted it. And then he was coming, and she could feel, not the spurts, but his cock sliding even freer as her arse filled up with his hot cum.

Finally he had finished, and she sat upright on him, his cock still deep in her and twitching occasionally, till inevitably it became limp, and her anus expelled it. Now she could kiss him!

'We never did it that way before, Cindi darling.'

'It was lovely for me.'

'Me too! Lazy fucking!' He laughed and kissed her again.

He was the one to sleep first, and she carefully, not to wake him, switched the light of, soon going to sleep herself, hands resting one on his limp and satisfied cock, and one on her still half-hard little prick.

She was awoken in the night to find he had pulled her nightie up to her waist and was trying without success to enter her from behind. She helped him, rolling over a bit more on her belly and spreading her buttocks for him. Once he was up her she rolled back on her side again.

'Wank me as you fuck me, Julius, sweetie.'

'Mmmmm'. he stroked her cock, scarcely a fistful at fourteen!, in time with his own thrusts. Soon he felt his hand covered with her cum, and that was enough for him to add to the load he had earlier shot into her.

Now they both slept!

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From the diary I started that Christmas:

The next day and night were spent as anyone who has had a honeymoon will hardly need help to imagine.

But on the 23rd, a Saturday, Julius was to turn out for the local rugby club, under nineteens, possibly his last match before going into the senior side second fifteen. Although the club drew most of its players from the nearest market town, their club and ground were in the village, a gift from Julius' grandfather, himself an athlete in his time. It was one of those clear, crisp winter days, and I stood on the touchline with a gaggle of wives and girlfriends watching the gladiators.I expect I was the only one among those girls who had actually played the game...badly!....but I was not about to admit that. I hated it, of course, and was in any case not built for a contact sport. Unless you count "bed-wrestling" as such! Anyway, I cheered with the rest of them, and squealed when my loved-one was the subject of a particularly crunching tackle.

'He'll have a bruise from that one!'

'As long as it's only a bruise! I've been looking forward to a long holiday with him!'

'Oh I know, Cindi!'

After the match the boys had their usual beer-up in the local pub, mostly ignoring us girls, who chatted away. Some of the girls may have spotted me as a transvestite (or perhaps not, I don't know....). If they did they were very nice to me, and for the first time I was part of really female conversations. I was surprised about how open the girls were about the sexual skills of their men (or lack of them!) I chipped in with how much I liked a cute, hard, little bum on a man and broad shoulders, but above all a nice big prick. "Size matters". We were giggling and laughing, and it was all very jolly.

It was nice to go to the Ladies loo with three of them, and sit in front of a mirror chatting and repairing make-up: very fem!

I was even a bit disappointed when one of the men, Tristan, came over with another spritzer for me and chatted me up. He was not your typical "Tristan", but a big, burly guy with gypsy good looks, and confident manner. I liked him and was inmpressed by him, but he soon wandered off back to the guys at the bar.

'That Tristan fancies you, Cindi. Julius will have to watch out.'

'Do him good to have a bit of competition....'

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Julius did not get drunk ; (I never ever saw him drunk in fact), and that night he fucked me nicely after dinner. Later, after I had wiped him clean and come back from the loo myself we lay side-by-side chatting. I was wearing a green see-thru shortie nightdress without the panties, and as we whispered he was stroking my nipples.

'I know you like tits, Julius. When I leave school I'm going to grow nice breasts for you, not too big, but shapely and firm.'

'I'd like that, Cindi, as long as this still works after.' He gently stroked my cock for a moment.

'I wish I could now for you. I've been on the net, and it's just a matter of having the right medication, plus some exercise. There's doctors who specialise in it, and unless you want real big ones there's no need for surgery. And if you get the drugs right the cock still works just as well: that's what the doctor's for. I can't do it yet because of the showers at school. It's bad enough now with my long hair and girlie legs.'

'You once told me you get a hard on in the showers with all the boys.'

'Always, and they always tease me!'

'That's because you're so pretty: I expect most of them want you like I do!' He kissed me. 'I always got a hard on too: all those lovely little-boy bottoms!'

'Ah! But they wouldn't dare tease you. You're so big and strong!' 

'When you leave school and grow tits, I want to marry you, Cindi: a man and a transvestite can now!'

I just looked at him in amazement, as a whole new prospect opened up for me: new and delightful. He must have misinterpreted my silence.

'Doesn't mean I'd want you all to myself: I wouldn't mind you having other guys, or even girls, if you wanted.'

'Oh Julius! That would be lovely! But not the girls probably. and I won't mind you having other boys...."all those lovely little-boy bottoms"... '. I giggled. 'And girls too if you want. Yes, we'll marry as soon as we can. I love you!' This time it was a long embrace, and I wished we could have fucked immediately, but I had temporarily drained him already.

'Talking of which, I could see Tristan fancied you!'

'The girls noticed that as well! He's nice.'

'And handsome. You know, I used to visit his bed at School, just like you do mine. He's four years older than me.'

'Did he fuck you? I always thought you were the guy who fucked, and not the passive one.'

'Yes, he used to fuck me. But you're right, now I just fuck, I give I don't take.'

'I'm glad of that! Is he cut or uncut?'

'He's uncut, and about the same size cock as me, a bit broader perhaps. I'd like to invite Tristan round for Christmas dinner. I know he's alone at home. what do you think?'

'I'd like that, and some fun together after dinner?'

'That's the idea, sweetie.'

He must have been dreaming about me with cock and tits, or perhaps about spit-roasting me with Tristan. Whatever. Anyway, he fucked me again in the middle of the night!.

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Christmas morning was sunny and clear, with a scattering of overnight snow. I drew the curtains and my heart leapt when I saw Julius so handsome naked on the bed, his cock elegant and quiescent, and the winter scene outside. I went back to the bed and woke him by taking his cock between my lips and feeling it harden in my mouth.

We exchanged our presents. He gave me an emerald necklace, "It will match your eyes, darling." He clasped it round my neck, and I could not take my eyes off myself in the mirror, and was glad I had chosen a green nightie.

'It's real, isn't it. It must be very valuable.'

'It is! My Granny left it to me in her will "to be given to the girl you marry". That's you, darling.

I gave him an oil painting of me in my pantomime Cindi dress. (It hangs in our bedroom opposite the bed to this day! I never told him how I paid the guy who painted it from that photograph: I don't think he would have minded, actually, but I wanted it to have only Cindi memories attached to it.) 

We were both excited and hard, but Julius insisted we waited till after dinner and give Tristan the full benefit of our arousal, and "fully-loaded balls" as he put it!

Dinner was late afternoon and quite simple, just a couple of roast pheasants with the usual accompaniments, followed by Death-by-Chocolate: hardly traditional, but there were four wines, and the men had brandy after with their coffeee. I just had a coke... not used to wine I had a dry throat!

They were splendidly male in their black dinner jackets (tuxedos for those reading this over there). Julius even had little diamond buttons down his shirt front, and knowing him I guessed they were real. (They were!). I had dressed in my most glamorous dress (for glamorous read "sexy"....I wanted to be free and easy, and to have a dress I could be fucked in! It was silver satin, cut on the bias to make it cling to my body: oh how I wished my tits were real flesh! Sexy sandals with heels just high enough to be real sexy, but not too high to dance in, because leaving the table in the kitchen area we went into the main room, and while Julius watched lounging on a couch with his brandy, I danced with Tristan, slow blues numbers. Very sexy! 

From the first moment I could feel his cock hard, even through the dinner jacket trousers, and within second I was hard too. But we just smooched, rubbing a bit against each other. I kept my hands away from his crotch, but both of us had hands on the other's arse. His was muscular... but I knew that from looking at him in shorts on the rugby field. I also knew those strong, hairy thighs promised a real good, powerful fuck when the time came. I whispered sexy little invitations and comments in his ear. We danced on.

Finally I saw Julius drain his brandy glass, set it down, come over to us, and press himself against my butt, so I was sandwiched between the two men. I could feel his cock too, pressing between my buttocks even through the layers of his and my clothes.

'Bed, les enfants. Bed now....'

We almost ran to his bedroom,the men tearing off shoes and clothes as they went. I threw myself on the bed and watched while they finished franticly stripping naked. Both had the most magnificent boners, but it was Tristan who bounced onto the bed beside me first, turning me on my side to kiss him. Which left my back for Julius, who was only a second or two behind! I could feel one of them pulling my dress down over my shoulders, while the other pulled it up towards my waist. They were so passionate I suddenly feared they would tear it.

'Let me take it off before you ruin it between you.'

I  sat up and removed it, so now I was in my prettiest, and flimsiest undies. I can remember them to this day, concoctions of thin silk and lace, the panties scarcely hiding my hard little cock, the suspender belt a serving its function of keeping my tan seamed stockings tight over my thighs, but also a delightful ribbon across my hips and belly, and the small-cupped bra worthy of better than my fake breast forms: all in the brightest of white in contrast with my still summer-tammed body. I can also recall the expression of amazed delight on Tristan's face, the twitch of his cock, the sudden increase in precum, and the admiring 'Jeez!' from his lips. He took up a position reversed from his earlier, so now I had Julius squashed up against my back, his cock pressing between my buttocks though foiled by the wafer-thin silk of my panties, and Tristan with his cock demanding entry to my mouth.

Ah! The sweet taste of precum! I took his cock gladly between my lips and let the shaft slide through my mouth till the whole was engulfed, and my face rested in the luxuriant hair of his crotch. There was a strong, healthy, masculine scent from his balls, and I felt my own cock twitching with pleasure. Behind me Julius was busy, and I could feel him pulling my panties aside (I wanted him, but so hoped he would not tear them in his haste). Then the feel of his fingers spreading lube in my crack, and just a bit right into my bottom hole, and now the pressure of his knob again, this time up against my naked and defenceless anus. I was squashed between the two beefy men, a slender litlle girlie-boy between two demanding males, and now I felt Julius' cock pentrate, and I was spit-roast.

Julius did me slowly and luxuriously, kissing the back of my neck and handling my silicon tits as usual. One day! He was obviously enjoying me and meant it to last. But Tristan made up for it by shagging my mouth hard and mercilessly... all that cock sucking at school had taght me not to gag when a cock touched my throat.

'Don't cum yet, Tristan. I want you up me when Julius has finished!'

This must have spurred my lover on, because I could feel and even hear his fucking increase in vigour. His thighs smacked against my bum and his cock slid in and out so fast, so easily. I heard him grunt... I had got used to that sound from him as he came. Then his cock was moving even more freely, but slower, and I knew he had had his orgasm.
Tristan spotted it too and pulled his cock from my mouth. I had been tasting his precum and now I could see it as it dripped onto the sheet.

'My turn now, you young cock-hound!'

Julius laughed, but pulled out, got up from the bed, and made his way to the bathroom. 

'Kneel for me, darling. I love it doggy style.'

As I knelt and spread my buttocks with both hands I heard the water running in the bathroom. I dismissed the sound and got ready for the pleasure of his penetration. I knew he was broader than Julius, and probably longer: that's the right way to be shagged in a 3-some by the way: work from the smaller to the bigger for maximum pleasure. The way was open of course and it just slid up me: he left it there still for a second and I heard him sigh that sigh men make when they first feel my little pussy tight around their cock. Only an instant though, and then he was shagging me with the same urgency he had just used my mouth. A special treat was when he reached beneath me and started to wank my cock in the same rhythm as the thrusts into me. I was in ecstasy, and I'm certain Julius could hear my sighs and little panting squeaks from the bathroom. I heard the door open, and then he was sitting beside us on the bed, caressing my shoulders with one hand and his friend Tristan's bum with the other. The tempo increased, and with it the movement of his fist up and down my shaft. I was close now.

'Jeez! I'm coming!' I heard myself shout. And with some extra fierce thrusts he was too. How often do both cum together? Not often, but I recommend it!

Later, the three of us laying side-by-side propped against pillows, the men with new brandies, me with another coke.

'We're going to marry, Cindi and me. I proposed and she accepted.'

'Congratulations: I'm sure you'll be very happy.'

'We want you to be Best Man, Tristan.'

'I'd be proud to, Julius.'

'And you must come on the honeymoon, too!'

'Now, that's an offer........'


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