Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2024 09:09:09 +0200 From: John Hope Subject: The bicycle repairman 4 This story is 100% fiction and is for mature readers only. I would like to hear any comments or suggestions. Remember to support Nifty who provides us the opportunity to publish these stories. Here is the link: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Returning to Jack, I told him what happened at Klein's house and asked what he thought of Mrs. Klein peeking at us. "O, that is a very special situation, Archie," Jack explained. "Klein and his wife are happily married but because of an operation a few years ago, she can't have sex any longer." "Poor woman and also bad for him," I spoke. "Yes, but they found an arrangement. She is a clever woman and understands the sex drive of a man. She does not want him to meet other women, and she prefers that he meet young boys like you. Even in her own home so that she can watch from time to time. Because she also likes to see healthy young boys like you." "Does her husband not want to bring young girls to his house?" "No, his wife forbids that but they also found a solution for this. Sometimes a nice boy can wear a girl's clothes for an hour or so to get her husband very horny. A perfect solution. You have found out how much he liked you wearing black panties." "I sure found out. My butt is still feeling it." "The next time you go there, you could wear a girl's school uniform and help them a bit in the house, they both would love to see you in their home. I am sure he will pay you well." "But I can't do that. I can't walk outside in girl's clothes; besides I don't have any." "Sure, you can. Can't you find your sister's old uniform from a few years ago? And you have nice long hair, nobody will notice that you are not a girl. Besides Klein is living not far away." I was not convinced but the idea to try my sister's school uniform intrigued me. My mom never threw anything away and probably kept it somewhere. I could wear white socks like girls do. My hair was rather long. In my school, in those days boys could wear long hair if it did not touch their shoulders. It took me a few weeks to find everything because I had to be home alone. But in the end, I had it all and brought it to Jack's place. He was fixing a flat tire. In the corner of his cabin, I took off my normal outfit and while naked opened the bag that I had brought with me. I put on a pleated tartan skirt that ended well above the knee, a white blouse and a colorful tie. Under my skirt, I had a black thong that I had stolen from my sister's room. Together with long white socks and my own black shoes, it looked good. "O, my God, O my God. You are perfect!" "Do I?" I asked smiling, with one hand lifting my skirt a bit. Jack threw his tools on the table, locked the door, and covered the window of his cabin. He opened his pants and took his hard cock out. "No foreplay this time," I thought. Jack had me bent over and lifted my skirt. Pulling my thong aside, he tried to put his cock in my bum but without lube that would not go easy. He was reaching for the grease. "Wait!" I said. "I am going to Klein, you can't fuck me now. I don't want to arrive there with bicycle grease and cum in my ass." "Damn, you are right. I promised him that you would visit them today." "So I am going now. My first time outside dressed like this. I hope that nobody notices me." "Don't worry. You look like a normal schoolgirl. But don't lift your skirt like you did to me. And remember, Mrs. Klein would like you to help her a bit in the house before you meet her husband." I left Jack's shop and looked left and right if anybody was paying attention to me. Nobody did. I did not go by bike to Klein's house, since I was afraid that people would notice a girl riding a boy's bike. So I walked. After some time, I gained confidence and relaxed. The fresh air under my skirt, cooling my almost nude butt was a wonderful experience. If I made bigger steps it was even better. I thought that the impression of modesty and chastity of a pleated skirt was fake because a girl could easily spread her legs wide and assume a very immodest position. Wiggling my bum freely during the short walk, I saw a few men watching me. A guy in a car honked while he passed me. As Mrs. Klein opened the door, she was surprised. "O, dear, what a beautiful girl you are today! Jack phoned us and told us to be ready for a surprise, but I did not expect that! My husband will be home soon." In the corridor she had me turn around. Complimenting me for my outfit, she lifted my skirt a bit. "May I?" she asked smiling. I nodded my approval. As she found my black thong on my butt, she laughed. "Well, aren't you a naughty boy? Or girl should I say? I sure hope the girls at Arnold's school don't wear that." "Jack told me that I should help you a bit with other things," I said. "Yes, but only if you want, you could clean the floor of the living room." She gave me a mop to clean a few spots. I was crawling on my knees and slowly rubbing the floor. As I looked around, I saw her watching me from her place on the couch. She probably could see below my short skirt. The thong was not very comfortable and was pulling between my ass cheeks. For fun, I decided to give the woman a good show. I slowly moved my legs and had my balls fall out of the thong. The eyes of the woman were wide open every time she saw my butt. "Oh, yes, your balls, I like them," she sighed. It did not take long for Mr. Klein to appear. As soon as he saw me, he took my hand and took me to the bedroom. He did not close the door. He undressed completely except for his socks. I also started to undress but he had me stop. He wanted me dressed as I was. He laid on the bed and pulled me on him. I straddled his belly and his hard cock touched my behind. He pulled me on his chest and hugged me, kissing me. I found his nipples and he guided my mouth to suck them. My hand felt his hard cock and rubbed him. He took my hand away. "Not yet, girl." We changed into 69 position while I was on top. I kissed his hard cock but did not suck it. I did not want him to cum soon. Meanwhile, I was sitting on Klein's face with my skirt of a schoolgirl covering his head. He was sucking my disk while he had pushed a finger in my butt. A few times, I could see Mrs. Klein passing in the corridor, watching us. She must have seen her husband, the school principal, fully naked in bed with a schoolgirl. It made me extra horny to feel that I was playing this role. Who knows how many boys had here been before? In the final act of our meeting, I was on my back, with my legs on Klein's shoulders. He had his hands on my white socks. My skirt was lifted, exposing my body to him. I pulled the thong aside, exposing my asshole but also my cock and balls. With my hands next to my thighs, I pulled my ass cheeks apart and let the man penetrate me. He spread my legs wide and lay on me. He was heavy and I pulled my legs over his back. He fucked me slowly and I was sighing, at first very soft, because the door was open. The louder I moaned, the faster Klein pounded me. The bed was shaking and banging the wall. I had my hands on his back and muscular ass. With a loud cry, Klein pumped his cum into my ass. I did not have to put on any clothes, because I was already dressed. I only had to arrange the thong around my ass. I did not see Mrs. Klein as I left their house. Walking back to Jack, cum seeped from my ass along my thighs. My asshole felt very warm and relaxed. I imagined that a hooker must feel like that. ================= After my successful appearance as a girl, walking outdoors without anybody noticing that I was a boy, I started liking the idea. I did not want to dress in girls' clothes all the time, but just for fun, I decided to go to the mall. My idea was simply to walk around a bit, checking people's faces and watching their strange looks, if there were any. So one afternoon, I took the bag with my sister's clothes and went to the mall. In the gent's toilet, I changed into the school uniform. I took care to leave the toilet fast, hoping that nobody would see this teenager girl leaving the men's toilets. Then I strolled the mall, checking windows, peaking around to check if anybody had strange looks at me. A few women watched at me but not with a special look. They just checked my outfit. A group of boys from my school approached! I was sure that they would check me out and discover my fraud. That would be a disaster. The whole school would hear about it, no, the whole neighborhood! I dove into a restaurant and sat at a table. Luckily the boys passed without looking at me. As I wanted to leave my table, the waiter was already standing next to me and blocking my exit. I did not dare to speak to him, because I was sure that my voice would make him wonder if I really was a girl. He showed me the menu card and I pointed at the cheapest thing I could find. A cool drink was everything that I could afford. As the waiter left, I checked around. A few couples were eating and talking and did not pay any attention to me. There was one man, sitting alone, drinking coffee, and reading his newspaper. As the waiter brought my drink, I paid him at once because I wanted to leave as soon as possible. The man with the newspaper had stopped reading and was watching me. I looked the other way and after a minute I checked again. He was still watching me. He smiled at me. I blushed, not just blushed, I felt my face becoming red and warm. While I drank my beverage, I peeked over my glass at him. He had turned his body in my direction and was slowly rubbing his pants! If I was really a decent schoolgirl, I should have looked the other way. But I didn't. Because I recognized his horny feelings so well, I smiled at him, but only for a second. I also could not suppress the instinctive rubbing of my cock, over my skirt. Again, only for a second, but that was enough for the man. Because now he was rubbing harder, obviously not caring if other people around could see it. I took my bag and left the restaurant. It was time to go. I looked over my shoulder, the man was not there. After walking around a bit more, I decided that my experiment had succeeded, and I returned to the men's toilets. I stood outside for some time and waited till no men left the toilets for some minutes. The coast was clear, and I entered the toilet room. There were three stalls, all of them empty. As I entered the last one and almost locked the door, it was pushed open. I was pushed back by a man. The same guy that had been watching me with horny looks in the restaurant. I was shocked and stuttered some words, but the man did not even seem to listen. He took my head in both hands and started kissing me. I tried to move away, but this only encouraged him to kiss me harder, pushing his tongue into my mouth. His tongue found my tongue. It reminded me of Jack and Mr. Klein who also did that to me. Then he moved his hands over my back, from my neck, lowering to my butt. I tried to evade his hands and turn my body, but he was very fast. My mind was working fast. Should I shout for help? If I did so, eventually the police might get involved and my deception would be discovered. My parents would know and maybe I would be mentioned in the local newspaper. I had better keep quiet but give some resistance so that I could keep my underpants on. "Sweet girl," he whispered. Before I noticed how he did it, he had his hands in my blouse.It was obvious that I was flat-chested and had no bra, so he had no trouble finding a nipple. "Nice, little girl titties, even better!" He pulled hard, rolling it between his fingers. It hurt, and I knew that after a few minutes, they would swell and get hard. After kissing me again, he pulled me down and had me sit on the toilet. He pushed his belly in my face. Even before opening his pants, I could see the huge bulge. As he pulled his underpants down, his hard cock jumped up and slapped my face. There was no way that I could escape this situation. I opened my mouth and felt his hard cock head. I placed a hand around his fat cock and massaged his skin. The man however was not interested in me giving him a gentle blowjob. Instead of this, he began fucking my head with all this force. "You schoolgirls are all sluts! Walking in short skirts. You are young, even without tits but already looking horny!" He was holding my hair tightly so that I could not move. I was moaning because I did not get much air. I am sure that my teeth caused some pain on his cock but this did not hinder him to keep fucking my mouth. My nose was pushed into his hairy belly. A few times he stopped but kept his cock deep in my mouth. I had learned a trick to keep breathing by pushing my tongue along his cock out of my mouth but that caused the sound of a sloppy facefuck. "Wokk, Wokk, Hggrr," I gagged. I relaxed my muscles and did no longer resist. My thong was pressing on my cock that was getting hard. I felt a mixture of fear, excitement and horniness. I did not stop looking at the man. There was the sound of men entering the toilets and using the urinals. My man kept did not take care and kept fucking my throat with force. "Do you hear that?" a voice said. "Yes, there is some serious throat fucking going on!" another voice said. Somebody knocked on our stall door. "Well done, chap!" "Thanks!" my man answered. He was not even afraid to admit what he was doing! I was sitting on the toilet seat getting deep throat fucked while he was holding my ears. Saliva was dripping from my chin on my open blouse and chest. His legs were pushed between mine and spread them wide. The skirt was lifted, almost to my crotch. I tried to cover it with my hands but then he took my arms and pulled them high above my head. He lifted me from the seat and put his arm around me, pushing his hard cock in my skirt. "Now let me see your cunt, girl. I am going to fuck your brains out." Finally, I could breathe freely. "No, no, you can't, I am a...," I whispered. "Don't worry, you will like a big cock in your pussy." Maybe he understood my keeping quiet as a consent. I stuttered something about still being at school, but that only made him push his cock harder into my skirt. Then he sent his hand to my crotch. I managed to turn around. I was still hoping that the man would not discover that I was no girl. I was afraid that he would beat me up or do even worse. He lifted my skirt and felt my ass. Luckily I am hairless there. The thong covered only a small part of my behind and held my genitals tight. I pushed my legs together, hiding my balls. The man used force to thrust his dick between my legs. He had me bend over the toilet seat and with a hard pull tore the thong of my butt. His hands held my buttocks and spread them apart. He pushed two fingers inside. Then his hard cock was trying to enter my ass, but without lube this was hard. "If you don't want it in the ass, open your legs, girl, give me your pussy." I kept resisting and he pulled my hair down toward the toilet bowl. With my hands on the toilet seat, I tried to prevent being pushed further into the stinking toilet bowl. I had to release my ass a bit otherwise his cock would tear me apart. He penetrated me not very deeply and made short trusts. He obviously enjoyed the view of his cock spreading my sphincter. Thus, he fucked me for some time, squeezing my ass cheeks. Then he pushed his hand between my legs and found my balls. "Are you kidding me? Am I fucking a boy?" He stopped for a second. I expected the worst to come. But he pushed his cock very deep inside me. He withdrew his cock and had me turn around and sit on the toilet again. He lifted my chin and looked me in the face. He smiled. "Open!" I opened my mouth and he slowly entered his cock. He did not push it deep, just enough so that I could suck his cockhead clean. It had a bad taste. "Clean me!" He did not touch my head or hair any longer. After some time that I had been sucking and licking him, he pulled his cock out and began wanking. With fast strokes of his fist, he pulled his cock, very close to my face, sometimes touching my cheeks. I expected him to cum into my mouth and opened it wide. But as soon as he reached an orgasm, he pushed my head down and shot his cum over my hair and forehead. Then it was over for him, he pulled his pants up and left the stall. I locked the door and changed into my own clothes. I was still shocked, but I was happy that I had not been beaten up. As I left the stall, I checked myself in the mirror. I had dirt and cum on my face. Once outside the toilets, I saw two men standing opposite the exit. They smiled at me. On the way back home, I got rid of the damaged thong. I walked home slowly because I had a sore ass. I could not stop smiling. I discovered cum in my hair but I did not mind.