Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2000 17:43:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Tanisha James <chocolitdluxx2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crossdressing Fun

I hope this story really turns you on because it is 100% true. All of this
happened when I was 14. Right now, I'm 16, and I'm black and I have so much
fun crossdressing. I can't tell you how good my first night out
was....every last second of it was heavenly and I'm looking to do more of
it. I'm 5'8, 130 lbs., really, really, really nice ass (nice and
bubblicious), nice cocoa complexion, big brown eyes and nice thick legs. My
dick size isn't important...as I'll get into my personality later. Ever
since I was little, I always wanted to be a girl...not so much be a girl as
satisfy a man. After pretending to be a heterosexual for the last 12 years,
I think I know what guys like. And secretly, I've been buying clothes. I
mean, nice sweet clothes.

See, no one comes in my room and my dad doesn't live with me, so I can do
whatever I want. Sometimes I sleep in a nice babydoll set or a pair of
panties and a slip. I love the feeling and it makes me dream of some lusty
man coming through my window and violating me. I love the texture of tight
nylon bellbottoms and I love to wear baby tees. I love wearing thong
panties and I adore normal cotton panties. I like to wear a bra (which I
stuff not too much) and I have cornrows (which guys love).

The time I lost my virginity was very, very beautiful.  It happened when I
was 14 and was an act of pure luck. That and months of preparation. I live
in East Orange, New Jersey across the street from a park. Very early one
morning (2 am) I decided to go to the park and show my goods to anyone who
still had their eyes opened.

It started when I was lying in my basement and fondling myself. I was hot
and very, very horny. I had never been so horny in my life. I went into my
stash and got out my outfit.  The thought of dressing up was arousing me
and I got undressed. After shaving all my body very carefully and rubbing
every little crack and crevice with baby oil, I was glistening and hot and
ready to give a man a heart attack. I sat down and applied my makeup. I put
on a dull lipstick and brightened it with lip gloss. I curled my eyelashes
and put on nice eyeshadow. I was pleased with the naked, sweating, horny
girl I saw in the mirror. I began to slip on my uniform. I tucked my tiny
little dick between my legs and slid up a very restrictive control
g-string. My dick was invisible. Then, I put on my normal panties: some
nice sweet silky black ones that rode up my butt and made me even more
excited. I took two mushy water balloons and placed them in a snug black
bra that matched the panties. I was in heaven. I couldn't wait for some
horny man to discover me and take advantage of me.

I then eyed what I was going to put over my underclothes. The little
flowery skirt that I picked out was quite short and flowed like a dress,
which is to say revealed my panties and accentuated my ass with every
little step. Luckily, it was opaque. I fluttered when I slipped the tube
top over my head and my tits bobbed into view. I was hard and the
restrictive underwear I was wearing made me even harder. I was beaming. I
couldn't wait. I rolled my sheer black thigh high socks up and put on my
sneakers. I quietly opened up the window and climbed out. I did a quick
inventory of my purse. I had extra lipstick, tissue, lots and lots of
condoms and a tube of KY. I didn't have anything to protect myself, even.
See, living around other black guys makes a girl very horny. I love the
aggressiveness. I cut across my neighbors lawn and strutted with my
practiced stroll very sluttily. I walked down my street and into the park
with purpose, like I was going somewhere. I took a seat on one of the
benches and looked around for a while. I spotted a man on a close bench.
He eyed the hell out of me and took another swig of his drink (whatever it
was) I smiled back and went over to him. I opened my mouth and spoke. My
voice broke a little but, I managed to ask: "Does my skirt look OK?" He
mumbled "It's OK." He wasn't very interested. He did, however ask me what I
was doing out there. You wouldn't guess what I responded. I told him: "I
really just need a man. I mean, I need something in my mouth."  He visibly
grew. He told me "I think I can help you out there." I smiled at him. He
continued the small talk as I went down to my knees and kneeled in front of
him. He unzipped his pants and opened his legs while reclining on the park
bench.

"How old are you?" He asked me, breathing harder. I awkwardly responded
"Thirteen."  So I lied a little. I could feel the blood surging through his
dick. This was it. I had fantasized about this for at least a
year. "Thirteen?  With titties like these?" He twitched as I stroked his
dick with my free hand and looked up at him with my pretty brown orbs.
"Yes, sir.", I said sheepishly, trying to be shy and concentrate on
pleasing my man. "Are they yours?" I was barely a B cup, but I felt good,
so I responded. "Yes, sir" I said with a little subservient air. He reached
under my skirt as I licked his cockhead for the first time.  My heart
stopped.

He spoke with an angry voice. "You're a fucking boy! A little fucking
pervert!" I started crying. I got up and dusted my knees off and was about
to run away. He grabbed my arm and pulled my butt closer to him. I tried to
say sorry, but he cut me off. "You're not finished." He forced me back down
to my knees and pulled my head closer to his throbbing organ. I giggled
when I smelled his manly scent. I wiped my eyes off and licked his warm,
sweating dickhead with copious amounts of saliva literally pouring out of
my mouth. I bathed his penis in my warm fluid as I moved my head up and
down the shaft. I loved the taste of this man. I couldn't stop licking and
sucking this organ so furiously, because I wanted this man to cum in my
mouth and force me to swallow it.

I bobbed my up and down as he held my head and fondled one of my
breasts. He was moaning in pleasure and was ready to release at a moment's
notice. I looked up at my lover and opened my mouth. I had already taken
quite a bit of pre-cum but I had to ask him. "May I swallow, sir?" He
lowered my head and whispered loudly "You'd better." He then released all
over me. I didn't even get a chance to deepthroat him again. He ejaculated
all over my face and there wasn't much I could do about it. I only could
wipe my face off and receive a lewd hug from him, one that got me a peck on
the cheek and a hard groping of my near-pornographic butt. I love black
men.

Part 2 is cumming soon. Email me if you liked the story at
chocolitdluxx2000@yahoo.com or cheapsk8te@yahoo.com