My first time as a girl with others
I had been dressing for a few years and I'd got to that stage where it wasn't about just dressing like a girl anymore but being like a girl. I would adopt feminine mannerisms and stay dressed even after I'd masturbated, enjoying my femininity for as long as possible. Sometimes this was 24/7.
I lived with my divorced mother who spent extended periods staying at my grandmother's. So, except for the times I had to venture outside the house, I could be permanently en- femme. It was wonderful. But I needed to share. I would dress and ring sex phone lines. Then I got my first computer and discovered chatrooms. I quickly got into going on cam with guys. One day someone new (John) came online. After we'd enjoyed cybersex a few times, he told me that he wanted a CD girlfriend in real life. Apparently, he'd had a few false starts, but he thought I was the most compatible he'd met and would I give it a try. I'd been invited to meet many times but was always too nervous to travel and worried about the health risks of going with someone I didn't know. It turned out that we lived only 10 minutes apart. He said his wife (Ann) would have to be involved. OMG! My fantasy comes true. For some time, I'd wanted to totally experience being a girl. I'm not gay (or even bi really). I don't fancy guys, but when I'm Bryoni-Kate I feel like a girl and want to behave like one. I especially wanted to behave like a girl with or in front of a woman. For me, part of being feminine is being submissive. The thought of being feminized and dominated in front of a real female has always stirred deep emotions in me. Also, as he was married and apparently didn't cheat on his wife, I thought it highly likely that he (they) was ‘safe'. I had to show on cam for her approval. She had to like me too. I passed the test. We met for drinks and hit it off. They were great people. John made it clear that he genuinely fancied me and Ann, well Ann is amazing. So intelligent and open minded. We arranged a date for me to be picked up and taken to their home. At the time I lived with my mother and grandmother, so my place was out of the question.
On the day, John was alone in the car. He said Ann had stayed home as she wanted to make herself look her best. At that time, I was still a virgin. I'd never even been physical with anyone else. So here I was on my way to have my first sexual encounter and as a girl. It felt surreal and so exciting. I looked across at John as he drove. Physically he wasn't attractive or even in good shape. That didn't matter. All I cared was that he would soon be treating me as the girl I desired to be.
Ann had really made an effort. She looked gorgeous. I was a bit overcome that she had done it all for me (or was it female competition?). We sat and chatted over a few drinks for a while, and then Ann said she thought it was about time I got changed. I soon learned that of the two of them she was the one most often in charge. I of course was always submissive. She showed me to their bedroom where John had already taken my bag. I had several outfits with me. Taking my cue from how Ann was dressed, I put on some black lace-edged silky lingerie - a slip, padded bra (with a pocket for inserts), panties, suspenders, and sheer black stockings. I applied my little bit of makeup arranged my wig then slipped on a black cocktail dress and some patent black courts with a stiletto heel. My jewellery was silver - drop earrings, necklace, bracelets, and a couple of rings. A spritz of perfume and I was ready. I picked up my little beaded clutch bag and went back downstairs. I was terrified. M my heart was pounding. I went into the living room and stood submissively in front of John and Ann. Feet together, hands in front, clasping my little bag, head slightly bowed. I was so nervous I thought I would have a heart attack. But at the same time, it was so exciting to be en femme in front of people, for real, for the first time. John smiled and told me how sexy I looked. A slight quizzical look momentarily showed on Ann's face then she smiled and came over, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. She told me that I looked lovely and that I was a brave girl. My heart skipped a beat at being called a girl. I was invited to sit and handed a glass. It wasn't the beer I'd been drinking; it was a cocktail.
"Sex on the Beach, a nice girly drink", Ann said.
I sat opposite John. Ann sat next to me. "So that John could see both his girls", she said.
From that moment I was always a girl in their company and always referred to as ‘she' or ‘her'. We sat and chatted and sipped our drinks. I sat with knees and ankles together feeling so feminine. Every now and then I would adjust my hem or play with my hair or jewelry. It was heavenly. A few times Ann's leg brushed against mine. The feel of our nylons touching was electric. All the while John was looking me over. My dress was just shy of knee length when standing but of course had ridden up when I sat. It was such a thrill to see him trying to peek under. Once or twice I slightly parted my legs. Just to tease. I felt so sexy. Even if this didn't go any further, I thought, it was turning out to be a wonderful experience.
After a while, Ann said that we should go up to the bedroom. Taking me by the hand, she led the way. John came behind us. He lingered at the bottom of the stairs (he confessed later that this was to up skirt me). In the bedroom, John quickly striped off and sat on the bed. He was already hard. As instructed, I started to undress. Ann helped me with my zip then sat at her dressing table. It was thrilling to obediently strip for my audience. I felt strangely too shy to look directly at Ann, but I was very conscious of her gaze. I was also very aware that John was stroking himself continually. After stepping out of my dress, I decided to wriggle out of my slip rather than pull it over my head. I stepped out of that too. By this time, I was trembling with excitement. I was told to leave the rest of my lingerie and heels on. John pattered the bed beside him and told me to lay there. I did so. Ann came and, kneeling beside me, she propped my head up with some pillows. Unnoticed by me, she had also undressed down to her silky lingerie. It was peach with cream lace trim and lace topped hold-up stockings. She looked so sexy. I so wished I could look like her with breasts swelling out of a balconette bra and a lovely smooth outline between her legs. John got off the bed, turned towards me, and with one foot on the floor knelt on the bed and brought his hard cock right to my face. My mind was a whirl. None of it seemed real. But I had determined to go along with whatever happened. This is experiencing being a girl I thought. This is what I wanted. Listening to words of encouragement from Ann, I obediently opened my mouth and allowed her to place John inside. My mouth closed around his rigid cock and I touched the head with my tongue.
"That's right Babes taste him", Ann murmured.
I circled the head then put the tip of my tongue in the little slit and teased out some pre-cum. I started to suck. I was tentative at first but then I did so with more vigour. His cock seemed to grow as I sucked. Inside my panties, mine had grown too and was pushing against the silky material. Ann reached down. Using just a finger she began to outline the shape of my shaft teasing with her fingernail every time she reached the tip. Then she began to stroke me, gently, oh so gently. My panties were now fully stretched. Ann reached inside and brought my cock into an upright position. The lacy waistband was now halfway up my shaft with my ball sack sitting snugly in the crotch. Ann proceeded to caress my balls. Lowering her head, she flicked her tongue across the head of my cock. It felt so good. By now John had placed his hands on my head and started to move his cock in and out of my mouth. This I tried to keep in a perfect ‘O' shape. Ann placed her lips on my cock and began to kiss the head. I felt her tug at the top of my panties. I raised my hips and allowed her to pull them down. Not all the way, just far enough to allow her to move my shaft more freely. She started to move her hand up and down and began to wank me. I could hardly breathe with excitement. I tried to collect my thoughts. Here I was, dressed as a girl, with a hard cock going in and out of my mouth whilst an attractive woman played with my cock. But I couldn't think straight. I was carried away by the powerful emotions that gripped me.
"What a pretty clitty you have", I heard Ann say. OMG. Her calling it a clitty was thrilling. I knew I wasn't going to last long. Then with a grunt from John I felt his cock spasm and he shot his load of cum which filled my mouth. Taken by surprise I swallowed automatically. I continued sucking him as the last few drops oozed out.
"Good girl" said Ann, "That's how to do it".
That finished me. I felt my head swim. My ‘clitty' jerked in her hand and I spurted a jet of cum on to my midriff. I released John's cock and just lay there feeling exultant and so, so content. The residual taste of John's spunk, the feel of Ann's hand still milking me, the realization of what I'd just done, all overwhelmed me; I burst into tears.
I lived with my divorced mother who spent extended periods staying at my grandmother's. So, except for the times I had to venture outside the house, I could be permanently en- femme. It was wonderful. But I needed to share. I would dress and ring sex phone lines. Then I got my first computer and discovered chatrooms. I quickly got into going on cam with guys. One day someone new (John) came online. After we'd enjoyed cybersex a few times, he told me that he wanted a CD girlfriend in real life. Apparently, he'd had a few false starts, but he thought I was the most compatible he'd met and would I give it a try. I'd been invited to meet many times but was always too nervous to travel and worried about the health risks of going with someone I didn't know. It turned out that we lived only 10 minutes apart. He said his wife (Ann) would have to be involved. OMG! My fantasy comes true. For some time, I'd wanted to totally experience being a girl. I'm not gay (or even bi really). I don't fancy guys, but when I'm Bryoni-Kate I feel like a girl and want to behave like one. I especially wanted to behave like a girl with or in front of a woman. For me, part of being feminine is being submissive. The thought of being feminized and dominated in front of a real female has always stirred deep emotions in me. Also, as he was married and apparently didn't cheat on his wife, I thought it highly likely that he (they) was ‘safe'. I had to show on cam for her approval. She had to like me too. I passed the test. We met for drinks and hit it off. They were great people. John made it clear that he genuinely fancied me and Ann, well Ann is amazing. So intelligent and open minded. We arranged a date for me to be picked up and taken to their home. At the time I lived with my mother and grandmother, so my place was out of the question.
On the day, John was alone in the car. He said Ann had stayed home as she wanted to make herself look her best. At that time, I was still a virgin. I'd never even been physical with anyone else. So here I was on my way to have my first sexual encounter and as a girl. It felt surreal and so exciting. I looked across at John as he drove. Physically he wasn't attractive or even in good shape. That didn't matter. All I cared was that he would soon be treating me as the girl I desired to be.
Ann had really made an effort. She looked gorgeous. I was a bit overcome that she had done it all for me (or was it female competition?). We sat and chatted over a few drinks for a while, and then Ann said she thought it was about time I got changed. I soon learned that of the two of them she was the one most often in charge. I of course was always submissive. She showed me to their bedroom where John had already taken my bag. I had several outfits with me. Taking my cue from how Ann was dressed, I put on some black lace-edged silky lingerie - a slip, padded bra (with a pocket for inserts), panties, suspenders, and sheer black stockings. I applied my little bit of makeup arranged my wig then slipped on a black cocktail dress and some patent black courts with a stiletto heel. My jewellery was silver - drop earrings, necklace, bracelets, and a couple of rings. A spritz of perfume and I was ready. I picked up my little beaded clutch bag and went back downstairs. I was terrified. M my heart was pounding. I went into the living room and stood submissively in front of John and Ann. Feet together, hands in front, clasping my little bag, head slightly bowed. I was so nervous I thought I would have a heart attack. But at the same time, it was so exciting to be en femme in front of people, for real, for the first time. John smiled and told me how sexy I looked. A slight quizzical look momentarily showed on Ann's face then she smiled and came over, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. She told me that I looked lovely and that I was a brave girl. My heart skipped a beat at being called a girl. I was invited to sit and handed a glass. It wasn't the beer I'd been drinking; it was a cocktail.
"Sex on the Beach, a nice girly drink", Ann said.
I sat opposite John. Ann sat next to me. "So that John could see both his girls", she said.
From that moment I was always a girl in their company and always referred to as ‘she' or ‘her'. We sat and chatted and sipped our drinks. I sat with knees and ankles together feeling so feminine. Every now and then I would adjust my hem or play with my hair or jewelry. It was heavenly. A few times Ann's leg brushed against mine. The feel of our nylons touching was electric. All the while John was looking me over. My dress was just shy of knee length when standing but of course had ridden up when I sat. It was such a thrill to see him trying to peek under. Once or twice I slightly parted my legs. Just to tease. I felt so sexy. Even if this didn't go any further, I thought, it was turning out to be a wonderful experience.
After a while, Ann said that we should go up to the bedroom. Taking me by the hand, she led the way. John came behind us. He lingered at the bottom of the stairs (he confessed later that this was to up skirt me). In the bedroom, John quickly striped off and sat on the bed. He was already hard. As instructed, I started to undress. Ann helped me with my zip then sat at her dressing table. It was thrilling to obediently strip for my audience. I felt strangely too shy to look directly at Ann, but I was very conscious of her gaze. I was also very aware that John was stroking himself continually. After stepping out of my dress, I decided to wriggle out of my slip rather than pull it over my head. I stepped out of that too. By this time, I was trembling with excitement. I was told to leave the rest of my lingerie and heels on. John pattered the bed beside him and told me to lay there. I did so. Ann came and, kneeling beside me, she propped my head up with some pillows. Unnoticed by me, she had also undressed down to her silky lingerie. It was peach with cream lace trim and lace topped hold-up stockings. She looked so sexy. I so wished I could look like her with breasts swelling out of a balconette bra and a lovely smooth outline between her legs. John got off the bed, turned towards me, and with one foot on the floor knelt on the bed and brought his hard cock right to my face. My mind was a whirl. None of it seemed real. But I had determined to go along with whatever happened. This is experiencing being a girl I thought. This is what I wanted. Listening to words of encouragement from Ann, I obediently opened my mouth and allowed her to place John inside. My mouth closed around his rigid cock and I touched the head with my tongue.
"That's right Babes taste him", Ann murmured.
I circled the head then put the tip of my tongue in the little slit and teased out some pre-cum. I started to suck. I was tentative at first but then I did so with more vigour. His cock seemed to grow as I sucked. Inside my panties, mine had grown too and was pushing against the silky material. Ann reached down. Using just a finger she began to outline the shape of my shaft teasing with her fingernail every time she reached the tip. Then she began to stroke me, gently, oh so gently. My panties were now fully stretched. Ann reached inside and brought my cock into an upright position. The lacy waistband was now halfway up my shaft with my ball sack sitting snugly in the crotch. Ann proceeded to caress my balls. Lowering her head, she flicked her tongue across the head of my cock. It felt so good. By now John had placed his hands on my head and started to move his cock in and out of my mouth. This I tried to keep in a perfect ‘O' shape. Ann placed her lips on my cock and began to kiss the head. I felt her tug at the top of my panties. I raised my hips and allowed her to pull them down. Not all the way, just far enough to allow her to move my shaft more freely. She started to move her hand up and down and began to wank me. I could hardly breathe with excitement. I tried to collect my thoughts. Here I was, dressed as a girl, with a hard cock going in and out of my mouth whilst an attractive woman played with my cock. But I couldn't think straight. I was carried away by the powerful emotions that gripped me.
"What a pretty clitty you have", I heard Ann say. OMG. Her calling it a clitty was thrilling. I knew I wasn't going to last long. Then with a grunt from John I felt his cock spasm and he shot his load of cum which filled my mouth. Taken by surprise I swallowed automatically. I continued sucking him as the last few drops oozed out.
"Good girl" said Ann, "That's how to do it".
That finished me. I felt my head swim. My ‘clitty' jerked in her hand and I spurted a jet of cum on to my midriff. I released John's cock and just lay there feeling exultant and so, so content. The residual taste of John's spunk, the feel of Ann's hand still milking me, the realization of what I'd just done, all overwhelmed me; I burst into tears.
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