Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2000 17:43:47 -0800 (PST) From: Tanisha James 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