Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2019 12:40:15 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Dick Girl Dylana 5

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Dick Girl Dylana Part 5.

I boarded Rick's venerable old 70 foot canal boat named Countess of Clewer
at the college's river frontage with my 17 year old she-male boyfriend
Dylan Masters, 38 year old Professor Anita Bowers, 36 year old Patricia
Moore, the head of year nine at University College School, Hampstead with
her 14 year old son Patrick and 12 year old Steven Milne, a year seven
student from that school, 17 year old Alf Michaels, a lifeguard from
Vancouver, Canada and 18 year old Jack Daniels, a lifeguard at the
Hampstead bathing ponds with our backpacks for a week's stay at `The Lynch'
a nearby Island half a mile away which is owned by Shiplake College.  We
made our way past a large group of teens who were queued up waiting their
turn to be launched into the river from the school's German made Airkick
which uses a large hydro-pneumatic rocket to launch the teens into the
river like a Roman siege engine. This device is very popular and is used at
water parks all over Germany and we all saw that the teens were certainly
enjoying their flights into the river albeit with their loud screams,
especially from the girls.  On board was Justin, a stunningly attractive
blond haired she-male in his 20's wearing only a red pair of Australian
nylon Eyeline swim briefs sporting C or D cup sized breasts topped with
huge nipples the size of wine bottle corks packing a huge monster of a cock
inside his swimming trunks with a long flowing blond mane reaching down
well past his bottom who's the school's catering manager and is also one of
their old boys.

Justin released the mooring ropes after Rick started the vessel's single
cylinder Petters diesel engine, engaged the propeller and with a chug chug
noise from the exhaust the vessel slowly left the riverbank ferry gliding
to the opposite side of the river to give any teens swimming in the river a
wide berth whilst we watched with lots of interest at teens being launched
into the river.  Dylan and I lit up our Capstan full strength navy cut
unfiltered cigarettes with his Zippo lighter with a picture of a spitfire
with the words. `The Battle of Britain 1940, their finest hour' as the
vessel slowly cruised to the island turning right into the backwater slowly
passing the diving platform which was erected after the swimming hole tree
was finally removed some years ago after it finally sank into the river
bottom.  Although Dylan, Anita, Alf and I have been here before, we saw
that the others were becoming excited at the island which is to become our
home and our little piece of Hampstead for the next week knowing that every
one of us will be naked for most of the time. The vessel rounded the
southern tip of the island entering the main channel before finally
berthing at its normal spot where we finally disembarked then Dylan and I
supervised the erection of our group shelter constructed from British Army
basha shelter sheets fastened together with tarp clamps, cordage &c and
propped up with our extendable bivvy poles, then we laid out our
groundsheets and sleeping bags leaving Dylan and I to finally hang up the
LED lights and UCO 9 hour candle lanterns with insect repelling citronella
candles to keep the bugs away at night.  Every one of us stripped naked
apart from wearing trainers when Justin led us round on a guided tour of
the island for the benefit of the first timers and the sensations of my
bouncing jiggling breasts, my dangling cock with my pussy being excited by
walking and feeling the fresh air is for me an experienced not to be missed
and I expect both Anita and Patricia were also experiencing the same.

Justin let us know that he was about to serve coffee which he makes
specially for us as he too must have tons of British Airways coffee which
he sweetens with honey and whitens with breast milk and thankfully Anita
has brought along three one gallon containers of the stuff packed in ice
inside two Norwegian military food containers also containing ice cream
made with breast milk, everyone of us knows that she's a health food freak
which is to our advantage as she always makes sure we're all well catered
for.  Justin showed us a special tree the size of a large bush growing at
the northern end of the south green to catch the sun covered by a net to
keep the birds away, this tree is the only one of its type growing anywhere
in the world known as the Garden of Eden fruit tree as it is believed to be
the forbidden fruit eaten by Adam and Eve which died out owing to a blight
in biblical times, this particular tree was brought here from another
planet and planted about 10 years ago which he assures us that the island
is proving to be ideal for growing with its rich soil whilst also being
quarantined.

We all had to don our swimsuits to swim in the backwater during the day as
the diving platform and grassy bank are visible from the towpath on the
opposite side of the backwater which is the only part of the island which
isn't clothing optional during daylight hours although females are allowed
to swim and sunbathe topless which they get round by wearing the tiniest of
G string bikini bottoms and even the lads who come here, especially
teenagers wear thongs and knowing this everyone came prepared with their
tiny swimsuits as we collectively frolicked and swam in the backwater
before sunning ourselves listening to Anita's Bush TR82/97 replica
transistor radio until lunchtime when we left our swimsuits out to dry out
in the sun

Both Justin and Rick who were both naked cooked the stew on an old ex
British army two burner field kitchen fuelled by propane gas even though it
still has the pressurized fuel tank and plumbing to burn petrol just like a
campers pressure stove and there's also a fire pit with a steel grate
nearby. We fished out our two part British army mess tins, mugs and clip
together cutlery sets from our rucksacks and lined up in the nude for
Justin to ladle the stew into our large mess tins and fruit cocktail with
breast milk ice cream into our small mess tins and when we finished that,
we had our coffees which was whitened with breast milk.  After washing and
drying up everyone donned swim briefs with myself, Dylan, Anita and
Patricia also having to wear sports bras before boarding Rick's canal boat
to the college's river frontage green as Justin had arranged for us to be
launched off the Airkick.

Dylan, Anita and I have previously been launched off this machine before
and in any case we were all given a safety briefing followed by watching a
dark haired teenage girl clad in a black bikini wearing a red latex rubber
swimming hat with a picture of a bat above a picture of Dracula with the
caption. `My coach wants blood.' being launched into the river.  As
directed, she laid on her back whilst the large industrial air compressor
was running and bubbling the water contained inside the large water rocket
until the pressure gauge read the required pressure when the operator
called out.  "Ready," she gave a thumbs up sign when the operator hit the
release and a thunderous blast of compressed air and water spray erupted
from the water rocket as it propelled the lever through its arc launching
the girl through an arc up to about 30 feet and performing a perfect dive
into the river as a demonstration.

She surfaced and swam to the bank with a powerful front crawl stroke when
Anita commented.  "She's either a competitive swimmer or a lifeguard," she
got out and as I looked more closely at her I saw that her upper torso was
indeed well developed like Dylan's and the sight of her began triggering
lustful thoughts wishing to shag the pants off her with my cock, she gave
me a knowing look before directing me to lie flat on the board and with her
now very close to me as she finally positioned me ready for launching, I
saw the expression on her face as she looked me over knowing she's
definitely noticed me packing a huge cock in my thong bikini bottoms seeing
the wetness and catching a whiff of my pussy scents when she called
out. "Ready," and smiled at me as I said. "OK."  Suddenly a thunderously
loud blast of compressed air and water spray erupted from the rocket as I
was catapulted into the river executing a dive then surfaced shouting a
"Whoo hoo."

As I swam back, I saw her talking to Anita before she directed Patricia
onto the board watching her scream as she was launched followed by her son
Patrick and thereafter Steven, Alfie, Jack, and Dylan when the girl looked
at me with an evil looking smirk beckoning me back onto the board
saying. "You're going again."  I certainly wouldn't have minded another go,
what I didn't know was that the rocket's settings were now at max which
would certainly launch someone weighing about 20 stones with ease which I
found out later and when I was launched, that was a flight to remember, oh
my god, this is really fucking high and had the presence of mind to stretch
out for a perfect dive whilst hearing the sounds of cheers coming from the
riverbank.  I knew I certainly hit the water hard plunging right down into
the depths into another world close to the bottom. I wanted to explore this
place and wished for a scuba diving rig. I made the best of what my single
breath would allow before finally surfacing taking huge gulps of air before
swimming gently to the side and out with the girl reaching out to me with
her hand.

The operators were starting to put the Airkick away with hoards of teens
walking up the road towards the college except the girl who was talking to
Anita introducing herself as Pam, a 16 year old who then told her friends
she'll be along later. I made small talk with her inviting her to return to
the island in the vessel which she accepted hopefully lining me up with a
hook up. I gave her a guided tour of the island followed by lying on the
grass sunning ourselves beside the diving platform before she had to return
with Rick taking her back in his vessel having promised to meet up opposite
the diving platform after dark.  We either wore swimsuits or were naked
depending where we relaxed sunning ourselves that afternoon in the sunshine
having to throw loads of sun block on our bodies who we were partnered up
for which at this rate, either Rick or Patricia would be doing a run into
town to pick up further supplies. As the day cooled, everyone was back to
wearing tee shirts and shorts by the time evening meal came round when out
came the insect repellant owing to all the gnats flying around.

After evening meal, we played a quick game of rounders on the south green
before either logging onto our Ipads or Iphones checking and writing their
emails, phoning our friends on face time, surfing the internet and ebay.  I
received a text from Jack Duggan who's on holiday on the Greek island of
Crete, a 14 year old who's spent many nights shacked up with Anita between
her nylon tricot bed sheets plowing into both her pussy holes filling her
up with loads of spunk and drinking her breast milk. She started him early
on puberty boosters and two years later he's already sporting eight inches
of prime teenage schoolboy meat with budding A size girly breasts topped by
huge puffy nipples as well as growing his hair out reaching down to the top
of his globes when his puberty boosters were changed starting his
transformation into a she-male and growing wider hips even though he's
spent loads of time raunchily dressing up as a teenage girl and hanging out
with them.  There's something about a teenage she-male girl which has the
girls swooning over him, especially as he passes for one of them and is
highly in demand to plow them with his huge teen schoolboy cock tucked
inside his pink Molly Filbin nylon bikini panties having already shagged
countess girls even though he's always used a condom and gave them a
morning after pill.  I sent him a video taken of our group on the island so
far showing every one of us in the nude which besotted him asking to join
us when he arrives and we felt like we couldn't get him here quick
enough. Thankfully he's been here before so all he has to do is grab his
backpack and Patricia would go and collect him in the school's minibus.

He's sent me a photo taken by his mum sat at a cafenion with a glass of
beer on the table smoking one of his normal king size joints wearing his
white see through nylon beach trousers with a see through white nylon short
sleeve schoolgirl's blouse exposing his bright red Molly Filbin nylon
bikini panties and matching underwired push up bra with his sheer black
seamed stockings held up with a black six strap suspender belt wearing
black school training shoes proudly wearing his large solid silver
medallion on a pendant round his neck displaying the circle with both the
cross and the arrow which is the internationally recognized intersex
symbol.

I sent him this text message. "Will you be wearing a skirt to school
instead of your trousers?"  He replied a few moments later. "Yes, and I
want the hem taken up to crotch level making it a micro skirt."  His reply
had my juices flowing out of my pussy thinking about the times he's plowed
me with his cock when I sent him this. "You do know that everyone will see
what panties you're wearing."  "Yes I know, loads of girls have already had
their skirts shortened and I want to be different. I want to go to school
wearing those nylon panties with a cock sheath."  "Oh my, that's really
naughty, everywhere you walk, everyone will see your cock dangling down
your thighs."  "See you when I arrive and we'll talk later, Jacqueline,
XXXXXX."  I thought. `It's nice that he's becoming Jacqueline,' I
visualized him playing netball and hockey with the girls in the knowledge
that he'll make a really good player and he'll look awesome wearing those
Molly Filbin bottle green nylon tricot netball knickers either during a
game or at P E, but there again he will also look good out on the running
track wearing those athletic running briefs worn by female athletes knowing
that girls who have their games sessions during the last period of the day
never change out of their sportswear and the first place they head to after
school is the local shops to smoke weed whilst attracting lecherous gazes
from shoppers.

When it got dark, we all stripped naked for a nude swim around the island
which Justin assures us has been a long standing tradition here and joined
us for the swim knowing that everyone here are all good strong
swimmers. Just as we gathered beside the diving platform for the start, Pam
the 16 year old teenage girl arrived on the opposite bank carrying her
backpack having walked naked from the college along the towpath. She blew
up her Li-lo airbed placing her backpack on top, swam across and passing
them up to us before clambering up onto the riverbank to join us with our
swim around the island.  She was the first one to enter the water executing
a run along the board with an impressive triple somersault like a gymnast
with a dive into the water followed by me taking a running dive, Alf doing
the same, Jack doing a jump with a bomb creating a huge splash sounding
like a cannonball hitting the water with the rest taking running jumps off
the board.

We started off with Pam leading from the front with a very powerful front
crawl stroke with bilateral breathing which is the mark of a competitive
swimmer for the first 100 yards or so then stopping to look at our
progress.  Both Jack and Alfie were close behind and they too stopped to
look before the trio changed to swimming breast stroke. We rounded the
southern tip of the island entering the main channel right into the path of
an oncoming brightly lit disco party boat full of teens; thankfully the
coxswain saw us in time and reversed the propeller halting the vessel
whilst another crew member lit us up with a very powerful searchlight and
everyone on board saw that we were all naked in the water and began giving
us wolf whistles, cat calls and shouts of `Where's your swimsuits?' when
loads of camera flashes started going off.

Pam said. "This boat's very popular with teenagers who come along just to
see the skinny dippers and take photos which end up on social media with
many of them going viral. Some of the courses here also have their naked
swim on Friday evenings so if you're around, do please join us."  We
continued swimming around the island entering the backwater before climbing
back out onto the riverbank where Rick had his US M67 Puffing Billy petrol
fuelled water heater warm up a dustbin full of water and showered us with
his WW2 stirrup pump before drying off and sitting around the fire boiling
up an ex military Dixie of water for our mugs of hot soup whilst we sat on
large logs feeling the glowing warmth on our bodies although everyone's
minds were on our sleeping partners thankful that Anita ensured that we
would be sleeping in two person sleeping bags with nylon tricot sleeping
bag liners.

I paired up with Dylan as he's my boyfriend, Patricia with her son Patrick,
Jack with Alfie, Justin with Anita and Pam with Steven. She looked at him
with suspicion at first taking the view that she was cradle snatching such
a young boy until he finally pushed his huge rock hard throbbing leaking
cock into her sopping wet snatch after a lengthy passionate kissing and
caressing session. He may only have a six inch golf ball size cock but it
was his small build which gave it the appearance of a monster even though
he was already into his growth spurt thanks to the puberty boosters and he
certainly knew how to use it, more to the point, his knowledge of the human
body, sex and lovemaking far exceeded this youth of such tender years, so
much so that he puts lads in their late teens to shame plus he can also
deliver huge loads of spunk. It is these qualities about Steven which makes
him highly in demand for sex with far older persons plus having a cavernous
rear hole capable of taking even the largest of man sized cocks.

It beggars belief how he has the patience to continue caressing and
lovemaking the length of time he does when his cock's about to blow a hands
free load. It's his rear pussy hole with its highly intense cravings for
cock which takes the biscuit and how he continues lovemaking, especially
with either a teenage lad or a man when his rear hole's screaming for cock
really takes the biscuit which this night is being plowed into Pam's
teenage snatch thankful that he's borrowed Anita's vibrator which is now
firmly sunk into his rear hole exciting him on a low setting.  He takes her
through several screaming squirting orgasms before finally exploding into
her with about a dozen well spaced out gushes flooding into her whilst his
rear hole's being assaulted by Anita's vibrator on full blast to finally
collapse on top of her sucking one of her breasts before sleepily sucking
on her other breast.

Justin's huge fuck stick certainly gave Anita the most amazing feelings of
fullness and he certainly gave her the most wonderful kissing and caressing
session imaginable whilst also breast feeding each other. She found that
Justin's breast milk really tasted out of this world and she can't get
enough of it, thanks to the fruit off the tree growing at the northern end
of the south green which, until it began bearing fruit, he relied on the
large drums of powdered fruit left behind by the island's previous extra
terrestrial visitors which is secretly stored in the college's wine cellar.
He too took Anita through several gushing squirting orgasms whilst being
sprayed with her breast milk in the process but it was his hyperspermia
huge load which gave her such an unbelievable feeling of fullness with over
30 long gushes of spunk flooding into her getting his own back when his
breast milk squirted out onto her body finally leaving them to sleep in
their sex fluid soaked nylon tricot sleeping bag liner.

Jack and Alfie certainly gave each other a good time whilst tucked inside
their sleeping bag and both were savouring the silky caress of the nylon
tricot liner on their skin. Jack had brought along his lube which once
applied has both their cocks and rear pussy holes tingling with delight and
with Alfie now away from his parents, he started to really come out of his
shell thankful that he won't ever be seeing them again having burnt his
bridges by throwing away his Canadian sim card, blocked their phone number
and their email addresses truly severing all contact with them. His father
did try using an internet site which locates mobile phones which found it
located at the Hampstead gent's pond and further attempts finally drew a
blank so the only thing he had to go on was that he was somewhere in
London?  This was the last thing on Alfie's mind whilst they lived for
these precious moments plowing their cocks into each others rear holes then
licking each other out and exchanging spunk and arse juice tongue kisses
before they finally fell asleep under the light of two UCO 9 hour candle
lanterns inside the communal shelter constructed from British army shelter
sheet bashas.

Justin was the first to wake having set his battery operated alarm clock,
he left the shelter to light the fire in the fire pit and entered the
vessel to rouse Rick who came out in the nude placing the food beside the
British army two burner field kitchen leaving him to tend both the fire
which was heating up a Dixie full of water and the US M67 Puffing Billy
water heater heating up a dustbin full of water, both for their stirrup
pump showers after the morning swim around the island, this time wearing
their swimsuits albeit with Anita, Justin, Dylan, Pam and me swimming
topless wearing only our bikini bottoms or swim briefs looking frog eyed
wearing our swimming goggles.  It was Pam who led all the way with Jack and
Alfie in hot pursuit with the rest of us not far behind in view of any
morning walkers (some with their dogs) mountain bikers and runners on the
towpath finally clambering back out beside the diving platform for our
stirrup pump showers.

We took off our swimsuits and passed them to Rick to drape them over the
handrails which run along the roof on both sides of his vessel to dry in
the sun then we sat on the log waiting for our breakfasts to cook.  Both
Rick and Justin served us with substantial full English breakfasts into our
mess tins followed by coffee from British Airways into our mugs which Anita
brought along with a large jar of honey and breast milk which was
transferred to Rick's fridge.

After breakfast, Dylan and I changed into our see through white short
sleeve blouses with black see through micro skirts, red Eyeline swim briefs
with red underwired push up bras, sheer black seamed stockings held up with
six strap suspender belts and we both chose to wear black school training
shoes for comfort whilst walking around town albeit with the bottoms of our
swim briefs exposed and bras seen through our blouses tented out by our
breasts with huge nipple pokies and we both had our handbags slung over our
shoulders containing money, cigarettes and our phones.  The rest wore their
British army PT shorts, coolmax tee shirts and training shoes except for
Pam who wore a tiny pair of lycra booty shorts over the bottom of her
traditional girl's black one piece swimsuit for our trip to Reading which
is an hour away on his vessel spending the best part of the day there with
packed lunches.  Once under way, Dylan and I lit up our Capstan full
strength navy cut cigarettes whilst stood at the stern admiring the scenery
around us whilst smoking them. Steven stood at the bow smoking a joint with
Pam and we decided to wear only our swimsuits on later trips sunning
ourselves on the vessel's roof whilst cruising lazily along the river to
finally change inside the cabin into whatever we chose to wear for our town
visits.

After disembarking from the vessel at Reading Bridge, we all went our
separate ways although Dylan and I stuck together holding hands part of the
way which let everyone know we were a couple although we did attract
attention from a few teenage lads thinking we were sisters and we were glad
not to have worn cocksock briefs walking round with dangling nylon sheathed
cocks.  We arrived at the abbey ruins and after looking around we sat down
on the grass to send our text messages, take photos and smoke joints as it
was too early to eat our packed lunches. Pam and Steven went swimming in
the recently restored Thames Lido swimming pool at nearby Kings Meadow,
just a short walk from the vessel which, as it tuned out, Pam works there
as a part time lifeguard as she's still at school so their free swims in
this historic pool was a bonus indeed, aided by using swimsuits and towels
from their lost property bin which pleased Steven as he was lucky to swim
wearing an original pair of black nylon Speedo swim briefs which haven't
been made for many years which he came away with rolled up in a British
army olive green hand towel which was either left behind by a visiting
soldier or came from a military surplus dealer.

The day went really well with some of us picking up bargains from the local
flea market from where Dylan bought a manual for his vintage Honda
CG125. Anita picked up a handful of rare promo DVD's which come in
cardboard sleeves mainly consisting of old movies one of them being Sleepy
hollow.  Thankfully Justin had the ideal solution for us in the form of a
video projector and a folding movie screen to watch after dark powered by
Rick's portable Honda generator on board his vessel.  On reflection, each
day on the island was pretty much the same with loads of sex and partner
swapping. Anita did collect young Jack Duggan from his house and brought
him to the island where, during his stay he plowed all our pussy holes with
his cock as well as having his rear pussy hole plowed by everyone on the
island sporting a cock and he certainly enjoyed his time being naked
showing off his all over ancient bronze like suntan. There were numerous
boat trips on Rick's venerable old vessel, this time wearing only our
swimsuits with our clothes inside the cabin ready for when we disembarked.
The Wednesday night saw a spectacular thunderstorm with a torrential
cloudburst which kept us awake despite remaining dry in our shelter. Our
Friday night nude swim round the island was well attended by about 30 teens
attending summer courses at the college with us joining in as guests, this
time to reach up and shake hands with teens on board the party disco boat
which stopped for us when I overheard a number of phone numbers being
exchanged.  After finally striking camp and leaving the island behind,
there wasn't a dry eye on board the minibus returning to Hampstead wishing
to return as we fathomed that this place is far better that most nudist
camps

Dylan and I returned back to the school to collect our exam results wearing
our identical see through white sleeveless dresses thankful that Molly had
faithfully copied my wedding dress which came from the charity
shop. Underneath we both wore white Molly Filbin silky nylon tricot bikini
panties with matching see through white underwired push up bras and tented
out by both our huge nipples, black sheer seamed stockings held up with six
strap suspender belts, shiny black five inch stiletto heeled shoes,
identical gold plated Seiko ladies watches carrying our handbags containing
our money, lipstick, nail polish, phones, cigarettes with long cigarette
holders &c dressed like the stars of the ball.  Molly had done an excellent
job making Dylan's dress and everyone there saw both our entire forms
through the white see through nylon, as though we were only wearing our
bras and panties, stockings and suspenders showing every inch of our skin
through the see through nylon veil of our dresses and we were attracting
lecherous gazes from both the boys and the male teachers resulting in them
sporting erections in their tented out trousers. Both of us received many
well wishing hugs with our nipples being excited every time we embraced
someone with tongue kisses and the usual humping of groins and feeling up
of our cocks. This was our special day where we were photographed by the
press holding our exam results and both Dylan and I were over the moon with
our grades thereby assuring our futures.  We finally walked over to the
bike sheds for the last time which has been the site of many sexual
couplings over the years joining those already there smoking their
cigarettes and lit up our joints joining in with general conversation
before we finally left in Anita's car.

The following morning, Anita drove us to Heathrow terminal 5 to finally see
us off on our British Airways flight to LA wearing identical business suits
with our old see through short sleeve school blouses with ties, red Eyeline
nylon swim briefs with see through red Molly Filbin underwired push up
bras, black sheer seamed stockings held up with six strap suspender belts
and slip on shoes for comfort.  Instead of our large olive green backpacks,
we checked in our suitcases although we carried small olive green backpacks
as hand luggage onto the aircraft. We finally boarded the Boeing 747-400
series aircraft, known as the queen of the skies sad that within a few
years there'll be none of these iconic aircraft left in passenger service
and thankful for our memorable flight to our adventures in LA leading up to
Dylan's final transformation to become a hermaphrodite she-male and tucked
inside my hand luggage is a Filofax personal organizer I bought from a
charity shop containing a number of pages I copied from the one I found
with my personal notes now languishing in Anita's safe. My Filofax now
contains my journal and the usual contact list of email addresses and phone
numbers to keep in touch with home with my personal to do list. I took the
book out from my cabin backpack, looked through it caressing and kissing it
before stowing it away happy in the knowledge that I too have my own
personal pornographer's Filofax

The end.