Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2006 12:06:19 +0000 (GMT)
From: Lucy Roberts <lucyrobertstv@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: My Girlfriend's Father (TV teen)

I sat exhausted on the bed. I still had the panties wrapped round my cock
and now they were full of cum.

Being only 15 I melodramatically thought, "this is how it will be for
ever."

I had recently split up with my girlfriend Fiona and had it in mind that
perhaps I'd never get another girlfriend and faced a lonely life wanking
for pleasure.

I stood up and went through to the bathroom. I showered, washing the
panties out in the shower with me. I hung them up to dry. I as smoothed
them out on the line I thought of Fiona, the panties had been hers before
I had liberated them from her washing basket.

That was not a thing I did often but, as a boy who was totally hooked on
women's clothes and loved to wear them whenever I could, having seen
them on offer, as it were, I couldn't resist them. Now they were part of
my growing collection.

I dried off and went back into my bedroom. It was Saturday I had all day
free and nothing really to do.

I looked in my drawer. I had put aside quite a bit of money from my
part-time job. Perhaps I should give myself a lift by going into the
local town and buying a few things. The thought definitely bucked me up.

I reached to the very back of my bottom drawer and drew out a delicate
pair of light blue panties. I slid them up my smooth legs. It is amazing
how you can get away with shaving your legs. No one ever seemed to
question it and certainly when I put my tights on they felt so good.

But today it would just be panties. I positioned them over my cheeks and,
as always, gave myself time to run my hands over the nylon stretched taut
across my bottom. It felt good. I wondered, not for the first time what
it would feel like if someone else did it to me.

I'd never had sex with Fiona but a number of times had been allowed to
put my hand up her skirt and feel her panties. Strangely each time rather
than it thrilling me to be touching a girl I simply felt envious the she
was able to have that experience.

Such thoughts led me to question myself and my sexuality.

If touching this girl didn't really turn me on -- then what?

If touching this girl only meant I wanted to be in her place -- then
what?

But at 15 how could I explore my sexuality? How could I find out who I
was and what I wanted?

With such thoughts and quite a few others buzzing round my head I pulled
on a shirt and jeans, socks and shoes and got ready to go out.

I made my way to town with quite a bit of money in my pockets. I was not
used to buying girl's clothes but was driven by desire and an awareness
that if things didn't fit mostly they could be returned.

As I toured the shops I kept my senses about me in case I saw someone I
knew. But I also watched to see where teenage girls were shopping and
made my way to those shops.

It was great fun lifting tops skirts and dresses off the racks and
looking at them to see if they were the right size and something I liked.

After about an hour I had bought a short blue skirt and a lemon yellow
top which I hoped would go with it. I had even braved the cosmetic store
and bought some eyeshadow, mascara and lipstick.

I was feeling pretty pleased with myself as I walked down the street when
I heard, "hello Ian how are you?"

I looked round and saw Fiona's father.

"Oh hi, Graham. I'm fine thanks."

"I sorry about what happened between you and Fiona," Graham continued,
"are you O.K. about it?"

"Well it has been a bit of a blow..." I muttered.

"Look," Graham suggested, "how about we go get a drink and chat about
it?"

I'm not sure I wanted to do that but didn't see a way out of it, so I
followed Graham into a cafe. Over drinks we chatted a bit about Fiona and
me and Graham was surprisingly sympathetic.

After a while he said, "so you've been doing a bit of shopping?"

"Yes just a few things," I replied in what I hoped was non-committal
tone of voice.

"Do you want to show me what you've bought?" Graham asked.

No I most certainly did not.

However, Graham was quite insistent and when he said, "I think I saw you
coming out of Miss Selfridge", I had a real sinking feeling.

Very reluctantly I showed him the skirt. I tried to explain it away as a
present for a new girl friend but I could see he wasn't buying it.
Without putting undue pressure on me he made me show him all that I had
bought. It was clear this wasn't for some imaginary girl friend.

"Look Ian," he said at last, "why don't you tell me all about it?
After all I can piece most of it together anyway so you've nothing to
lose."

I'm not sure that was how I saw it but I did feel as if I had no option.

So, having got another drink, I told him my story. I told him how from
early days I had tried on my Mum's things and how I loved the feel of
nylon and that to wear girl's panties was a real thrill. I explained
that I was getting together a collection of clothes and that I loved to
dress fully whenever I could.

Graham, listened patiently as I spoke.

Eventually he said, "so what was so difficult about telling me all
that?"

"Well nothing really," I replied. "Except that I'm worried that
you'll think I'm weird or that you'll tell my parents."

"Let me assure you that I'm not going to tell anyone about this and I
don't think you are weird. Lots of boys and men dress as women."

I felt relieved and then was aware that I needed to be relieved.

"I need to go to the toilet," I said.

Very quickly Graham said, "look it won't take a minute to get to my car
and back to my house and you can go there. It is nicer than the toilets
here."

"Oh no thanks," I spluttered. "I don't want to meet Fiona."

"Don't worry, she and her mother have gone out for the day. They won't
be back until late."

So I agreed.

As we sat in the car Graham asked yet more questions about me.

"What things do you like to wear?"

Like all good trannies I gave the answer, anything that's femme, but
added "of course it is underwear I like most and especially black
stockings.

In response to another question I told him that no I'd never appeared
dress before anyone before.

"Do you have a girl's name?" he asked.

"Yes I call myself Lucy."

By now I was bursting to go to the toilet and fortunately we'd arrived
at Graham's house before I suffered an accident.

Graham opened the door and I shot upstairs to the toilet.

As I came out Graham was waiting for me.

"Well Lucy I think you and I should have some fun today."

The way he said and the size differential between him and me made me
realise that this wasn't a question but more a statement of fact.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well I think you are going to get dressed and show me how sexy Lucy
looks and then I think we can go into my bedroom and I can find out just
how sexy Lucy really is."

"But I don't have anything to wear," I spluttered.

"That doesn't matter because there's plenty of stuff in Fiona's room
and I bet you have been longing to try it on."

Graham had hit the nail on the head. I had often longed to be able to
wear some of Fiona's clothes and now, as I was ushered into her room I
was going to get the chance. But what about the rest? Did I want this man
looking at me and even worse touching me? Well my little cock thought so
because already I could feel it stirring in my panties.

Inside the room Graham shut the door.

"Now get undressed," he ordered.

I hesitantly removed my shoes and socks and then my shirt. I stood for a
moment but knew I had to shed my trousers as well and there I was in just
the tiny blue panties.

Graham moved across to me and let his hands roam over my bottom.

"Oh yes Lucy," he whispered in my ear, "you feel very good. You and I
are going to have a really nice time this afternoon my little darling."

I'm sure I should have shuddered with loathing at the very idea of being
pawed by an older man let alone at the reality of it, but instead my
little cock got harder and began to tent my panties out.

"Now then my sweet one," Graham continued, "You go to Fiona's drawers
and get out what you want to wear and I'm going to lie on her bed and
watch you get ready."

I did as he said. Sliding my panties down over my hips so that I was now
naked, I went to her drawers. My heart was pounding. At last I was to get
an unfettered look at her undies and more I was going to put them on.

I half turned and saw that Graham was on the bed and that he was naked
with his cock totally erect. It looked enormous. He looked so masculine
and all I could think was how I would like to get my hands and lips on
his cock. What was wrong with me?

I turned back to the treasures in Fiona's drawers. There was so much.
This could take for ever and yet I wanted to hurry. I wanted to be
dressed so I could join Graham, so I could join a naked man whose cock
was hard with lust for me. I just didn't understand what was going on in
me, but at that precise moment I made up my mind I was going to make the
most of this.

I pulled out a white bra, panty and suspender set and some tan stockings.
Digging deeper down into the top drawer I even found some bra infills
which would fill out the bra for me.

With practiced ease I clipped the suspender belt round my waist and slid
the stockings up my smooth legs one after the other clipping them to the
suspenders. The panties were tight as I eased them over my cheeks but
they fitted well and felt so good. At last I had got into Fiona's
panties but not in the way I had hoped or expected.

I glanced over at Graham who was taking in my every move and gently
handling his cock.

"Take care to save that for me," I heard myself say. What kind of a
tart was I?

Next I put the bra on and dropping the fillers into the cup I moved over
to the wardrobe. What should I wear on top?

She had so many nice and some very sexy clothes but I knew what I was
going to wear -- her school uniform. Day after day I had seen her at
school and yearned to be able to be dressed like her - now I could.

I took down a white blouse and put it on. Looking at myself in the mirror
I thought that something was missing and went back to Fiona's drawers
and rootled round until I had found what I was looking for a nice white
half slip with a good measure of lovely lace at the hem. Over all this I
put on Fiona's gym slip in a nice red tartan before stepping into a pair
of her high heeled shoes.

By now I was very excited and really desperate for the cock that I kept
slyly looking at as I dressed.

But I made myself sit down at Fiona's dressing table.

I took out the make up I had bought that morning and first made up my
eyes with the shadow and mascara and then anointed my soft lips with the
pink lipstick.

Now I felt ready. I stood up and turned towards Graham.

"Hello Graham," I said in as sultry a voice as I could manage. "I'm
Lucy. Do you think I'm sexy?"

Just a look at his cock showed me how he felt.

He jumped up off the bed, "Oh Lucy, you look better than I could have
imagined. If I hadn't seen you dress I would swear that you were a girl
just like my Fiona."

I reached out and held his rampant cock. "Are we going to do something
about that then Graham?" I asked.

"Oh I very much hope so," he sighed. But now there seemed no pressure
from him for he was sure that I was a very willing participant and indeed
I was.

As I walked in front of him into his main bedroom I made sure there was
plenty of wiggle in my bottom to keep him interested.

Once inside the room he sat down on the edge of the double bed with his
legs open.

It was clear what he wanted and so I knelt in front of him. I could feel
the pull of my suspenders as I knelt down.

I took his cock in my hands. It was so hard and big. I leant forward a
little and gave it a kiss. I looked up.

As I stared Graham in the eye, I let my tongue run round my
pink-lipsticked lips and then, pursing them into an O, I let his cock
slide over them into my mouth.

My little cock deep in its nylon nest nearly shot its load with the
thrill of taking his cock into my mouth.

I let my head slide up and down and tried to keep my gaze on Graham's
face so he could see how much I was enjoying it - and I was enjoying it.
I had no way of knowing how a girl felt. But here, dressed as I was with
the feel of the nylon over my body and the close proximity of a man's
hairy thighs and his cock thrusting into my mouth, I felt good. I felt
like a girl.

I suddenly felt his cock twitch in my mouth and the long minutes of
watching me dress and the all too short minutes of me sucking him were
too much for Graham and he shot his load of cum into my mouth. I'd like
to say I savoured every drop but it was all very sudden and I'd
swallowed it down before I'd even thought about it.

Graham moved back up the bed.

"Gosh Lucy," he sighed, "that was incredible. Now let me see you walk
up and down the room."

I did as he asked, well not completely, because I knew what he really
wanted and so I put on a little show for him.

I walked up and down but also bent over from the waist hoping he could
see up my skirt to my panties. As I stood close to him I put one foot up
on the sure that he could see right up my skirt. As I stood there he
reached out and let his hand roam up my leg from my ankle right up my
thigh until he came to the tight white panties that covered my throbbing
"Princess".

I moved away from him and slowly reached behind me and undid the zip on
my gymslip, allowing it to slide over the slip down my legs and land in a
little puddle on the floor. Next I eased down the slip so that I was
standing before him with nothing on below the waist except my panties,
suspender belt and stockings. It only took a moment to undo my blouse and
discard it and I was standing there in just my undies.

I felt really sexy and looking at Graham's prick which was already
getting hard again he liked what he saw.

It was amazing to me that here I was in a man's bedroom in girl's
underwear and trying my hardest to arouse a man sexually so that he would
use my body for his pleasure. But that is what I was doing and that is
what I wanted.

I stretched out on the bed next to him trying to be alluring and as
attractive as I could.

Graham leaned over and for the first time our lips met. His skin was
rough, which only made me feel more feminine and frail.

His tongue forced its way through my lips into my mouth, almost filling
my mouth. I hoped something else would force its way into me and fill me.

I responded by wrapping my arms round his shoulders and pulled him
towards me.

His body felt heavy as it rolled on top of mine but that only made me
feel delicious frail and girly.

As we kissed I could feel Graham's hands pulling at my panties. I lifted
my little bottom so that he could slide them off my hips and down my
legs. As he did so his lips left mine and traced a course down my body,
kissing little bits of me as he went. I began to squirm and was so close
to shooting my load. I could feel my little "Princess" throbbing like
mad and I was keen to gain release so I could forget about that male part
of me and totally be Graham's girl.

Eventually Graham's lips reached my little cock and took it into his
mouth.

How's a girl supposed to cope with something beautiful like that?

Well this one couldn't and in no time I was pumping my cum into
Graham's mouth.

Once I'd finished he moved up on top of me and as he kissed me I felt my
cum sliding out of his mouth and into mine. I swallowed it down eagerly,
after all I was the girl, I was the cock sucker and cum swallower.

I let my tongue run round inside his mouth extricating every last drop of
my cum.

As Graham lay on top of me I could feel that his cock was already getting
hard again.

I reached down between us and began to fondle his heavy balls.

Oh how masculine he felt and how very girly I felt in just my pretty
undies with this guy lying on top of me.

"Will you make love to me Graham?" I whispered in his ear.

There was no reply but I felt him reaching out and then he knelt up.

I kept my hand on his cock which was now very hard. It suddenly looked
very big and I wondered how it was going to get inside me.

Graham told me to roll over and kneel up.

This I did with my head down on the pillow and my sweet little bottom
raised in the air ready.

Graham eased a finger inside my waiting cunt. It felt cold and greasy
with the lube he was putting inside me.

He repeated the process several times and each time I didn't want him to
take his finger out!

"Now my little darling," he finally said, "I'm about to make a real
girl of you."

I wiggle my little bottom to let him know I was more than willing.

He positioned himself between my open thighs and placed his cock on my
little rosebud. Soon I would no longer be a virgin.

My whole body quivered with the excitement and anticipation of it.

I was a girl and here was a man, not a boy a man, who was going to use
and possess my body as no one had done before. I wanted it so much.

Graham eased forward and his cock forced its way just inside my pussy.

Ow it hurt. There was no other way to described it. This wasn't
glamorous or sexy -- it hurt.

After a few moments he pushed in a bit deeper and sit still hurt. Then he
eased out a bit and it didn't hurt so much.

This went on for a few minutes and gradually he went deeper inside me
but, remarkably, as he did the pain seemed to ease.

Soon I began to relax and to enjoy the experience. It wasn't long before
he was beginning to rhythmically pump in and out of me.

At one point he stopped with his cock right inside me.

"You sexy little vixen," he whispered in my ear, "you have all of me
inside that tight little cunt of yours."

I felt jubilant. I was no longer a virgin but more I had this wonderful
feeling of being a girl, of being fucked like a girl would and of having
a man's cock fill my insides.

Graham continued to fuck me for a few minutes and then he pulled right
out.

I felt empty and somewhat dejected. Had I done something wrong?

But all he did was a pull out a pillow and get me to lie on my back with
the pillow under my hips.

"Now I've opened you up little Lucy," he said, "I'm going to fuck
you like a proper woman."

With that he pulled my legs up onto his shoulders and slid his cock back
into my welcoming cunt. Oh how good it felt.

He leaned forward and kissed me his tongue filling my mouth as his cock
filled my pussy.

Can anything ever feel better than that? Could anything feel like it
again?

I surrendered my whole feminine nylon clad frail body to this gorgeous
hunk of a man as he lay between my wide open thighs and time after time
rammed his rampant manhood into my virgin cunt.

As he did so I let my legs slide down off his shoulders and linked them
round his waist pulling him deeper into me.

I didn't want it to end and indeed Graham fucked me for what must have
been twenty minutes or more.

But eventually nature took its course and Graham's cock twitched and I
felt his cum shoot up inside me.

Graham collapsed on top of me gasping for breath.

After just a few seconds his cock grew limp and slid out of my stretched
pussy.

I could feel his cum beginning to drip out between my legs. This too
didn't feel glamorous but it did feel wonderfully sexy.

As I lay there and thought back over the day I was amazed at how it had
all happened. I was delighted it had and was thrilled to be wrapped up in
the arms of this man.

I knew this was in no way the end for either of us. I knew Graham would
be back for more and I knew that I wanted his cock back inside me, in my
mouth and in my cunt as soon as possible.