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DREAMERDreamerBy CD_lishmisEver since I could remember I loved to fantasize about becoming a beautiful woman. I love their looks, their sensual movements, and the sexy lingerie and clothing they wear. I liked it so much, as I played with my sisters paper dolls, I would put my face on their picture. I had to put makeup on so I would look more like a girl. I wanted the picture to look as realistic as possible; I loved looking at myself as a woman.. I pretended that was me with that beautiful body. Later on I started playing dress-up with my sisters and their girlfriends. I was only 8 when I started. I really liked the way I looked in their lingerie and they loved dressing me (who knew wearing your sister’s friend’s lingerie could feel so good). The girls and I had a very good time playing dress-up. It was something that just was, not something I had to do. I would go to their houses every day after school just to get dressed like a girl. I enjoyed every minute I was with the girls. And they seemed to enjoy dressing and, and as I grew older, exploring me.By the time I was thirteen I had a job and was delivering newspapers and making money. So I started spending money on clothing. I bought online from Victoria’s secret and Fredrick’s of Hollywood. I really loved wearing the lingerie and sexy skirts and dresses that I bought. The more I dressed as a woman the more I acted like a woman. I had become a closet cross dresser without realizing it and I loved it. When I was only f******n I bought wigs, makeup, false boobs and really went all the way. I felt sexy looking and feeling like a woman. I learned how to look, act, and even sound like a woman. I would go to work or school wearing lingerie under my boy’s clothing. I would fanaticize about what the other girls were wearing. And wonder what they would say if they saw what I was wearing under my boys clothes.It was around this time I reached puberty and I started to fantasize about what some of the guys might like me to do to them if they caught me dressed up .When there bodrum escort was no one around I would go out on our balcony in the hopes someone would see me but not recognize me. Then I could fantasize about how sexy they thought I was. Cross dressing just made me love it more every time. The older I got the more experienced at dressing I got. I was still visiting my sister’s girlfriends who still enjoyed making adjustments to my attire. It didn’t take long before puberty and lustful desires came to full fruition. ( my sisters friends told me about it but they already had the practice they needed because of me).By the time I was s*******n I bought an older used van conversion and wanted to get out and feel free. I finally got my nerve up and drove my van to a beach where no one knew me. It was a semi-secluded spot. I got all dressed up inside my van and peeked out my windows before going outside. It was a little scary but I finally made it. I went for a short walk in my way too sexy outfit, black knee high boots with 4inch heels, black thigh high nylons w/garter, short plaid schoolgirl skirt, black thong, black bra w/ a sheer white long sleeve blouse, and blonde wig. I put my makeup on and truly looked like and felt like a woman. I think I was looking hot, but there was no one around to see me, or so I thought. When I got back to my van I heard a whistle. I turned around and saw two guys looking at me, I was scared. This was my first public appearance. They were briskly walking towards me so I hopped in my van, started it and was ready to leave. They were too fast. They were at my window and started telling me that I was hot, and looked really good.(typical guy bullshit). I said thanks. One of the guys was a little rude and asked if this is my “stabbin wagon”, and is there is a bed in back. Being a man and not thinking I answered with a man’s answer, I told them “of course, why have a van if you don’t use it“. The one guy leaned in a bit pretending to look in back, but his eyes were on my legs. But my bodrum escort bayan eyes went directly to where he was sporting a crotch tent. I figured I better leave, saying “got to go and goodbye” I shot out of there. While driving away I was thinking about those guys and how I gave them a hard on. It was then I noticed I was getting hard. I got really turned on thinking about their hard cocks, and that I am the one who gave it to them. That was when I turned the van around and went back looking for them. It was kind of weird that I never even gave myself a thought about being a guy, all I was thinking about is their cock and how I wanted their manhood. When I entered the parking lot there was only one of them. I parked the van. It took just a moment but he recognized my van and came over. He opened my door and at that level he had a real nice look at my legs and told me I’ve got some legs that need to be climbed. My mind was wondering what the fuck am I doing, he said he had a joint, can we smoke in the van. I said sure. I was going to step out when he grabbed my waist and helped lift me out of the van, his hands lingered a little too long, but felt nice. We walked around to the side door where he opened the door and helped me in. I made sure he had a good look at my ass and thong with the short skirt I had on. I turned and sat on my bed/bench seat, as he climbed in he saved himself from slipping by grabbing my thigh. Saying sorry, he took the liberty of a long squeeze and rub of my thigh. It really felt good. He turned and sat down. I saw why he almost slipped he was trying to hide his hard on. After lighting the joint and him taking a few hits he leaned back and pointed to his swollen manhood telling me it’s my fault he’s like that. He’s right it is my fault and I told him so, but that I wasn’t sorry. Looking at his bulging crotch made me want what’s hiding there. I decided to go for it. I started to rub his inner thigh while he was going for his zipper. I turned off the bed/bench seat and kneeled escort bodrum between his legs rubbing both his legs while he undid his zipper and belt, I couldn’t wait, my mouth was watering and I was horny, his cock was bigger than mine and it wasn’t fully erect. I went at it with the lust I would want someone to have given mine, I was hoping he didn’t recognize me as a rookie cock-sucker. But I made love to it and it grew hotter and harder in my mouth. I loved it when he grabbed my head and started to push his hot cock deeper down my throat. I didn’t know I could take it all the way. After about ten minutes of bliss his hot, throbbing rod exploded with a gusher of hot tasty cream in my mouth. I swallowed all of it and sucked him dry. Just as I was savoring the last of his juices someone knocked on my van door and opened it, it was the guys friend, the rude one. He hopped in the van and asked wear the joint is. And his partner handed it to him. That’s when he noticed what was going on inside my van.He asked if there’s more of that for him. I just said mmmmm. He pulled his cock out of his pants and started to stroke it, I said no I’ll do that and had his cock in my hand and was going between his thighs , his cock kept growing bigger and bigger , it was beautiful. I couldn’t cover it with both my hands; it felt great getting larger and hotter. I started slowly licking the tip getting it wet while stroking his manhood. Slowly working it into mouth I wanted to swallow as much of it as could. Feeling his cock pulsing in my hands and mouth, I was lost in rapture. I don’t know how long I sucked him but I felt his hands grab my head and his cock going deeper in my mouth. I opened my mouth and relaxed my throat; he was going in all the way. I wanted to please him as he pumped my face, I liked this and he seemed to know it. I felt him getting ready to cum, just as he was ready he pulled back and told me suck and suck hard, I obeyed with enthusiasm, the juice was cumming fast and large spurts, I swallowed, he again pulled back and started stroking his cock spewing hot cum over my face and lips. After he was done I licked and sucked him dry. I thought he was ready to stop when he said keep going, I greedily did what I was told.This wasn`t the last time I visited this beach.

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