Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2003 00:38:57 +0000
From: Karen Dixon <trannykaren@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ive got you in my tights (TG/TV)

First in a series of very short stories for those with a penchant for
cross-dressing. Hope you enjoy -- let me know! My name is Karen and you can
reach me at: TrannyKaren@hotmail.com

Cultural note: What the US refers to as `pantyhose' are more commonly known
as `tights' in the UK. To us UK aficionados, the correct terminology is
important!
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When the habit began isn't important. Suffice to say, by the time I had
discovered masturbation, I had discovered the delights of ladies' lingerie.
My almost nightly sorties to the laundry basket or my mother's wardrobe
focused on tan tights, full-cut panties and full-cup bras, and a selection
of pleated skirts and fitted blouses. The wig and make-up would come later,
but the midnight walks through my small town had begun, and my discovery was
nigh.

I had taken to bunking off school, returning home once my mother and father
had left for work and then immersing myself in private and protracted
dressing sessions, safe in the knowledge that I would be undisturbed during
the course of the day.

On such day saw me dressed in tan nylons, white lace panties and bra, pink
satin slip, white blouse and black pleated skirt and a pair of strappy
sandals. I sashayed through the house, room to room, and stopped in the
lounge to catch up on a TV show. I glanced absent-mindedly out of the
window, checking up on the usual view when my eyes suddenly met those of my
biology teacher, walking down the street! Who was the more shocked I
couldn't say, but moments later he stopped, doubled back and knocked on the
door.

He stepped into the house and slapped me across the face, calling me a slut.
I glared defiantly at him, hands on hips, yet almost subconsciously raising
my skirt. He lifted it fully up at the front and spanked my cock through my
nylons. I saw his own cock hardening in his pants and my cock followed suit.
"What will you do with me, Mr D****?" I asked. He pulled my tights partly
down and smiled as my cock bounced out. I thought he would take me into his
mouth, but he turned me around and began to probe my ass with his tongue.

I pushed my hips and ass back into his face, and his tongue began to work
wetly up inside me. The fact that I had previously only ever known my
teacher as a stern, authoritarian figure in a formal classroom context was
not lost on me! Any inhibitions I might have had were instantly dissolved. I
ground my hips and ass around his wet mouth, moaning as my stiff dick
swelled. Feeling it was time to return the compliment, I disengaged myself,
turned round and knelt to take Mr D**** into my mouth.

I was familiar with no other cock than my own. Mr D****'s was considerably
fatter than mine, and his swollen balls hung lustily below his shaft. In a
state of abandonment I rubbed his wet cock head all over my face, noisily
kissing and sucking the purple bulb. I brought my own cock up to nuzzle it,
our pre-cum juices intermingling, and French-kissed his cum into his mouth,
tasting the familiar tang of my own ass musk on his tongue. "You're a
natural" was all he said.

He took off my skirt, tights and panties, leaving me just in blouse and
skirt. I straddled him and sat on his fat wet cock facing him. My ass
quickly relaxed, and I sank down on the full length of his shaft. He said I
had the wettest pussy in my class, then he pushed his tongue into my mouth
and started to come. As he wanked me, laughing coarsely, I heard a key in
the lock and looked up to see the outline of my mother and a group of
friends through the door.

To be continued!