My first black cock as a cross dressing schoolgirl
It’s 1995, and I’m in year 9 at school. I’m been cross dressing for longer than I care to remember. I’m fascinated by tights, and I’m fortunate to be at school in the era of the Spice Girls and Girl Power. Skirts are as short as possible, and everyone is wearing platform shoes. I’m in my element. I’ve recently discovered my best mate also cross dresses, but he’s lucky in having a slightly younger sister who has a very nice wardrobe to raid. I’ve also discovered he’s a very heavy cummer, and it’s tasty too. But that’s a story for another time. This is how I got my first black cock, three years before I should have done.
It’s 8.15am, and the only people here are cleaners, and the first of the teachers arriving for work. I’ve caught a lift with my dad to get here early, instead of walking with my mates from the town centre. See, I’ve been rifling the unattended bags, abandoned in the central artery coat racks looking for uniform I can acquire. See, I’m big for my age, so things are hard to come by. I’ve taken to rifling the forgotten PE kits and bags left here. I’ve recently snagged the only pair of tights I had, and I’m desperate to replace them. Ive done my best to make friends with the bigger girls in my year. Get to know their patterns, know where they leave their bags at lunch. Get to know what they wear, and figure out if there’s a way I can get my hands on it. It’s the only way in this time before online shopping.
Then, bingo! In a River Island carrier bag, is a lower school gym skirt. It’s a bit small for me, but anything goes. Also in the bag is a pair of well worn opaque black tights, the kind that 90% of the girls here wore. It’s with disdain I find a huge hole in the crotch and my heart sinks a little. I stuff the skirt into my bag, thankful I’ve found something, and grab the tights too. I sprint to the quiet toilets favoured by the smokers on the far side of the school buildings, and quickly strip off. I roll the tights up my legs, and realise that there’s a huge run that goes from one knee up to the hole in the crotch, and I can’t help but wonder at their story. I wrestle with the skirt, and finally manage to get it on. I perch on the edge of the toilet a while, and realise I’ll have to make a move before my friends arrivd
I dash to my form room, and bundle the skirt into the back of my locker and bury it under my lab coat. Today cannot go quick enough.
Meeting up with my friends, I quietly mention to my best mate what I’d scored, and his eyes lit up. The plans are for me to hang around after school, and have some alone time in the toilets. I certainly didn’t get any at home with three older brothers, and lunch times were taken up with staff duties, and prowling for any opportunities to go shopping. Afternoon registration comes around, and I’m willing the hours away until I can play with my new acquisition. Our form tutor, Mr Naik, basically hates us. We’re one of the noisiest, worst behaved form groups, and we’d been lumped with this tall, stocky Indian form tutor because he ruled with fear. Step out of line with him, and you can guarantee you’re getting a week of lunchtime isolation. Myself and my three friends were laughing and joking as folk do, and I’m sat at my desk, legs spread, giving myself a gentle squeeze through my trousers. Mr Naik looks up from his desk and utters something about the noise levels. A minute later, the dull roar is shattered
“ANDREWS! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR VOICE! TONIGHT, 30 MINUTES”
My heart sank. There goes my chance of having some play time until at least Monday now. The afternoon, now drags.
Final bell comes round, and I plan to grab my new prized possession and take it home, just in case. I trudge to the spot of my after school retention, and start to rifle through my locker looking for it. I pull it out, and stand there day dreaming about being able to wake up in the morning, and put it on and go out wearing it. Just then, the door opens and silently in strides Mr Naik. I snap out of my day dream. He asks what I’km doing, and I murmur something about just getting some spare uniform, as I fumble with my bag, trying to stash it out of sight. It’s only then, I realise I have a problem. I’m sporting a huge trouser tent, I’ve been dreaming a bit too much. Damn. I fiddle with my bang in front of me, trying to cover myself whilst pretending to search for something. I turn round, and he’s sitting there on the corner of a desk, 20 feet away from me, and bold as brass says
“That will look good with black tights, but it’s probably a bit small for you”
I freeze to the spot, and stammer “I don’t know what you mean, it’s... it’s just a spare jumper...?”
He replies with “I didn’t realise they made short pleated jumpers!” As these words leave his mouth, he turns around, opens a filing cabinet drawer behind him, and pulls something out. He turns around, and holds out his hand, clasping a pair of tights loosely balled up in his fist. He nonchalantly holds them out to me, and points to my crotch saying that is going to spoil the lines of my spare jumper.
I stammer, trying to think of something to say, but it’s impossible. He looks me squarely in the eye and asks if I want them or not. I reach out a trembling hand and take them from him. As I retract my hand, he says “You should probably not play with your cock in my registration. the door is locked from the inside, you can try them on if you like, I don’t give a fuck”
This is 1995, the internet is in its nerdy ******y, porn doesn’t exist online, and I’ve certainly never heard a teacher swear before. My head is swimming, and I don’t know what to do. He brings me back to earth by telling me to either put them on or give them back, he doesn’t give a shit, but he now knows all about me and what I like. I suddenly clock the massive erection trying to burst out of his trousers, and it’s obvious I’ve done so. I decide that I’ve come this far, so I go into the corner of the room, set my bag on a table and try and compose myself. I kick my shoes off and drop my trousers, and begin trying to cover my rock hard cock whilst keeping my back to him. His voice interrupts me
“It’s not like anyone else is here, turn around, sit the fuck down and put them on” as he throws these tights at me. As he does so, he turns a chair around, and sits down facing me not six feet away. As I sit facing him, bent forward at the waist, preying my hardon will go away, one leg pulled up as I fumble putting them on as if I had never rolled up a pair of tights before, my eyes bulge and my mouth drops as he slowly undoes his flies, and gets out the biggest blackest cock I’d ever seen.
My eyes, are like saucers. I can’t stop looking at it. He barks at me
“I’m waiting you little white bitch, put that skirt on. Now”
I stand up, completely forgetting what I was trying to hide. As I fumble trying to get the skirt fastened, he says “you can’t taking your fucking eyes off it, bet it’s the biggest one you’ve ever seen”
I stammer back, “it’s the only one I’ve seen” lying, through my teeth.
I’m still struggling with the clasp, as he gets up, walks over to his desk and comes back with a small box. I fasten it, and sit on the edge of the desk facing into the room. He comes back to the chair, dropping his trousers as he sits down, and grabs my ankles, placing my feet either side of his cock. He slowly starts giving himself a foot job with my nylon covered feet. He slowly moans, and mumbles that he’ll have to stop as he’s not ready to cum. Then, these words leave my mouth
“Don’t stop then” he simply laughs at me and calls me a dirty fucking skank. He stands up, his massive black pole staring me in the face, inches from my lips, he looks down at me, me eyes wide in terror. He grabs the back of my head, and jabs the massive helmet at my lips as I try and protest NO! It doesn’t work. He grabs one of my hands, and wraps it round the base of his cock. I give it a squeeze and it grows even bigger. He moans deeply, and calls me a dirty fucking bitch. As he pulls his cock out of my mouth, he says to me “you’ve done this before you little bitch, no one does that on their first time”
He walks away to his desk, sits down in his chair, and tells me to come to him. I walk over slowly, clad only in tights, the sensation is odd, and I pad slowly to him. He pulls me into his lap, his cock sitting between my thighs. He places one hand on the back of my head, and kisses me deeply, probing my mouth with his tongue. He breaks away after some minutes and proclaims that I suck at kissing and I need to get better. He stands me up, places one hand on my bum and walks me over to a desk, pushing me down onto my back on top of it. He come in on top, pushing one of my legs up onto his shoulder, and once again thrusts his tongue into my mouth. He begins gently humping me, his massive cock separated from me by just my tiny underpants and a pair of tights, and it feels fucking great. I moan gently, and my breathing picks up. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m squeezing his massive balls, and trying to get my hand round his cock. He whispers in my ear “you’re fucking loving this, you easy little slut, aren’t you” I just sigh, as I begin to gasp, I’m going to cum, and he knows it. I arch my back, and I shoot my load into my underwear.
He stands upright, and tells me the tights are now mine to keep. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small packet, and produces a condom, which he expertly rips open, and rolls onto his massive tool before i’m able to protest. He pins me down, grabs my sticky wet crotch and rips my underwear open, making me sigh in sadness.
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty more of those for you where they came from” he nonchalantly says. He grabs both of my ankles, pushes my knees up to my chest, and jabs a cold slippery finger at my puckered bud. I freeze up, and exclaim “NO! It’s going to hurt, it’s too big!” He simply laughs at me and says it’s numbing, I won’t feel a thing. Before I know it, he has one finger buried inside me followed by another and finally a third. All the while, he has my legs in the air, and his tongue in my mouth. I’m squirming constantly. Then, with a massive plop, and sending a shiver down my spine, he pulls out, stands up, and looks down at me, almost sneering, as he rubs more lube onto his engorged prick.
My eyes, widen in terror, he simply grabs the base of his cock, presses himself down on me, and as I begin to squirm and try to break free, his black battering ram slides past my cheeks and lines up on its target. I try to shout no, but he doesn’t listen, he simply clamps his lips into my neck, places one hand over my mouth, and drives his entire weight into me with one, deep, hard stroke. I scream my lungs out into his hand. 9 inches of black meat tears me apart, his massive spunk filled balls slap my arse rhythmically as I grunt and cry. I have never felt pain like it, my legs tremble over his shoulders, my toes curled tight. After maybe two or three minutes of this, the pain has stopped and I’ve gone limp. I’m letting him use me. He takes his hand away, and whispers into my ear
“You fucking love this, you little white bitch. You bitches always love it. Tell me you love my cock. Tell me, you know you fucking want to”
I weakly murmur between gasps of breath caused by his slow, deep stroking “I love your cock” he snaps back at me
“Bullshit, fucking say it you little cunt, you know you want to! Fucking tell me!”
I screw my eyes up tight, as he bottoms himself into my hole and grinds his balls against my burning hot arse “I fucking love your cock sir, fuck me like a little bitch” I pant “ fuck me with that big ****er dick”
This causes him to loose his shit. He begins hammering at me. He pushes my ankles above my head, and he begins pounding me for all his worth. All I can do is let out a pained “Uuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh!” After about thirty seconds of this furious fucking, in which it felt like my insides were on fire and I could barely breathe with the pain, he stands bolt upright, pulls out making me yelp in surprise, pulls the condom off, and jabs his meaty prick into my mouth before unleashing seven or eight massive spurts of thick, salty cum. Each one hits the back of my throat and makes me gag. I’ve been here before, and I try and gulp as hard as I can, but it dribbles down my chin, as I feel myself wanking his shaft into my mouth. He lets out a guttural groan as I drain him dry, his legs shaking.
I look up at him, his eyes meet me, and he says gently “I knew when I looked in your locker you’d be fun” I stood up, lube running out of my ruined hole down my thigh, soaking into my ruined nylons, barely able to stand up straight. He slowly walks over to his filing cabinet, and pulls out another pair of tights and throws them at me.
“Your reward, you ****er dick loving whore”
I gather them up, pull my trousers on wearily over the top of my tights, not even thinking how I can escape this situation at home. He grabs my arse cheek as I slowly make my way for the door, and he kisses me on the neck, gently whispering in my ear
“I own you now, you little bitch. You’re mine when I want it”I don’t say a word in return, I simply grab his still semi hard shaft through his trousers and squeeze it meekly, making him groan into my neck, making my cock twitch.
To be continued :)
It’s 8.15am, and the only people here are cleaners, and the first of the teachers arriving for work. I’ve caught a lift with my dad to get here early, instead of walking with my mates from the town centre. See, I’ve been rifling the unattended bags, abandoned in the central artery coat racks looking for uniform I can acquire. See, I’m big for my age, so things are hard to come by. I’ve taken to rifling the forgotten PE kits and bags left here. I’ve recently snagged the only pair of tights I had, and I’m desperate to replace them. Ive done my best to make friends with the bigger girls in my year. Get to know their patterns, know where they leave their bags at lunch. Get to know what they wear, and figure out if there’s a way I can get my hands on it. It’s the only way in this time before online shopping.
Then, bingo! In a River Island carrier bag, is a lower school gym skirt. It’s a bit small for me, but anything goes. Also in the bag is a pair of well worn opaque black tights, the kind that 90% of the girls here wore. It’s with disdain I find a huge hole in the crotch and my heart sinks a little. I stuff the skirt into my bag, thankful I’ve found something, and grab the tights too. I sprint to the quiet toilets favoured by the smokers on the far side of the school buildings, and quickly strip off. I roll the tights up my legs, and realise that there’s a huge run that goes from one knee up to the hole in the crotch, and I can’t help but wonder at their story. I wrestle with the skirt, and finally manage to get it on. I perch on the edge of the toilet a while, and realise I’ll have to make a move before my friends arrivd
I dash to my form room, and bundle the skirt into the back of my locker and bury it under my lab coat. Today cannot go quick enough.
Meeting up with my friends, I quietly mention to my best mate what I’d scored, and his eyes lit up. The plans are for me to hang around after school, and have some alone time in the toilets. I certainly didn’t get any at home with three older brothers, and lunch times were taken up with staff duties, and prowling for any opportunities to go shopping. Afternoon registration comes around, and I’m willing the hours away until I can play with my new acquisition. Our form tutor, Mr Naik, basically hates us. We’re one of the noisiest, worst behaved form groups, and we’d been lumped with this tall, stocky Indian form tutor because he ruled with fear. Step out of line with him, and you can guarantee you’re getting a week of lunchtime isolation. Myself and my three friends were laughing and joking as folk do, and I’m sat at my desk, legs spread, giving myself a gentle squeeze through my trousers. Mr Naik looks up from his desk and utters something about the noise levels. A minute later, the dull roar is shattered
“ANDREWS! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR VOICE! TONIGHT, 30 MINUTES”
My heart sank. There goes my chance of having some play time until at least Monday now. The afternoon, now drags.
Final bell comes round, and I plan to grab my new prized possession and take it home, just in case. I trudge to the spot of my after school retention, and start to rifle through my locker looking for it. I pull it out, and stand there day dreaming about being able to wake up in the morning, and put it on and go out wearing it. Just then, the door opens and silently in strides Mr Naik. I snap out of my day dream. He asks what I’km doing, and I murmur something about just getting some spare uniform, as I fumble with my bag, trying to stash it out of sight. It’s only then, I realise I have a problem. I’m sporting a huge trouser tent, I’ve been dreaming a bit too much. Damn. I fiddle with my bang in front of me, trying to cover myself whilst pretending to search for something. I turn round, and he’s sitting there on the corner of a desk, 20 feet away from me, and bold as brass says
“That will look good with black tights, but it’s probably a bit small for you”
I freeze to the spot, and stammer “I don’t know what you mean, it’s... it’s just a spare jumper...?”
He replies with “I didn’t realise they made short pleated jumpers!” As these words leave his mouth, he turns around, opens a filing cabinet drawer behind him, and pulls something out. He turns around, and holds out his hand, clasping a pair of tights loosely balled up in his fist. He nonchalantly holds them out to me, and points to my crotch saying that is going to spoil the lines of my spare jumper.
I stammer, trying to think of something to say, but it’s impossible. He looks me squarely in the eye and asks if I want them or not. I reach out a trembling hand and take them from him. As I retract my hand, he says “You should probably not play with your cock in my registration. the door is locked from the inside, you can try them on if you like, I don’t give a fuck”
This is 1995, the internet is in its nerdy ******y, porn doesn’t exist online, and I’ve certainly never heard a teacher swear before. My head is swimming, and I don’t know what to do. He brings me back to earth by telling me to either put them on or give them back, he doesn’t give a shit, but he now knows all about me and what I like. I suddenly clock the massive erection trying to burst out of his trousers, and it’s obvious I’ve done so. I decide that I’ve come this far, so I go into the corner of the room, set my bag on a table and try and compose myself. I kick my shoes off and drop my trousers, and begin trying to cover my rock hard cock whilst keeping my back to him. His voice interrupts me
“It’s not like anyone else is here, turn around, sit the fuck down and put them on” as he throws these tights at me. As he does so, he turns a chair around, and sits down facing me not six feet away. As I sit facing him, bent forward at the waist, preying my hardon will go away, one leg pulled up as I fumble putting them on as if I had never rolled up a pair of tights before, my eyes bulge and my mouth drops as he slowly undoes his flies, and gets out the biggest blackest cock I’d ever seen.
My eyes, are like saucers. I can’t stop looking at it. He barks at me
“I’m waiting you little white bitch, put that skirt on. Now”
I stand up, completely forgetting what I was trying to hide. As I fumble trying to get the skirt fastened, he says “you can’t taking your fucking eyes off it, bet it’s the biggest one you’ve ever seen”
I stammer back, “it’s the only one I’ve seen” lying, through my teeth.
I’m still struggling with the clasp, as he gets up, walks over to his desk and comes back with a small box. I fasten it, and sit on the edge of the desk facing into the room. He comes back to the chair, dropping his trousers as he sits down, and grabs my ankles, placing my feet either side of his cock. He slowly starts giving himself a foot job with my nylon covered feet. He slowly moans, and mumbles that he’ll have to stop as he’s not ready to cum. Then, these words leave my mouth
“Don’t stop then” he simply laughs at me and calls me a dirty fucking skank. He stands up, his massive black pole staring me in the face, inches from my lips, he looks down at me, me eyes wide in terror. He grabs the back of my head, and jabs the massive helmet at my lips as I try and protest NO! It doesn’t work. He grabs one of my hands, and wraps it round the base of his cock. I give it a squeeze and it grows even bigger. He moans deeply, and calls me a dirty fucking bitch. As he pulls his cock out of my mouth, he says to me “you’ve done this before you little bitch, no one does that on their first time”
He walks away to his desk, sits down in his chair, and tells me to come to him. I walk over slowly, clad only in tights, the sensation is odd, and I pad slowly to him. He pulls me into his lap, his cock sitting between my thighs. He places one hand on the back of my head, and kisses me deeply, probing my mouth with his tongue. He breaks away after some minutes and proclaims that I suck at kissing and I need to get better. He stands me up, places one hand on my bum and walks me over to a desk, pushing me down onto my back on top of it. He come in on top, pushing one of my legs up onto his shoulder, and once again thrusts his tongue into my mouth. He begins gently humping me, his massive cock separated from me by just my tiny underpants and a pair of tights, and it feels fucking great. I moan gently, and my breathing picks up. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m squeezing his massive balls, and trying to get my hand round his cock. He whispers in my ear “you’re fucking loving this, you easy little slut, aren’t you” I just sigh, as I begin to gasp, I’m going to cum, and he knows it. I arch my back, and I shoot my load into my underwear.
He stands upright, and tells me the tights are now mine to keep. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small packet, and produces a condom, which he expertly rips open, and rolls onto his massive tool before i’m able to protest. He pins me down, grabs my sticky wet crotch and rips my underwear open, making me sigh in sadness.
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty more of those for you where they came from” he nonchalantly says. He grabs both of my ankles, pushes my knees up to my chest, and jabs a cold slippery finger at my puckered bud. I freeze up, and exclaim “NO! It’s going to hurt, it’s too big!” He simply laughs at me and says it’s numbing, I won’t feel a thing. Before I know it, he has one finger buried inside me followed by another and finally a third. All the while, he has my legs in the air, and his tongue in my mouth. I’m squirming constantly. Then, with a massive plop, and sending a shiver down my spine, he pulls out, stands up, and looks down at me, almost sneering, as he rubs more lube onto his engorged prick.
My eyes, widen in terror, he simply grabs the base of his cock, presses himself down on me, and as I begin to squirm and try to break free, his black battering ram slides past my cheeks and lines up on its target. I try to shout no, but he doesn’t listen, he simply clamps his lips into my neck, places one hand over my mouth, and drives his entire weight into me with one, deep, hard stroke. I scream my lungs out into his hand. 9 inches of black meat tears me apart, his massive spunk filled balls slap my arse rhythmically as I grunt and cry. I have never felt pain like it, my legs tremble over his shoulders, my toes curled tight. After maybe two or three minutes of this, the pain has stopped and I’ve gone limp. I’m letting him use me. He takes his hand away, and whispers into my ear
“You fucking love this, you little white bitch. You bitches always love it. Tell me you love my cock. Tell me, you know you fucking want to”
I weakly murmur between gasps of breath caused by his slow, deep stroking “I love your cock” he snaps back at me
“Bullshit, fucking say it you little cunt, you know you want to! Fucking tell me!”
I screw my eyes up tight, as he bottoms himself into my hole and grinds his balls against my burning hot arse “I fucking love your cock sir, fuck me like a little bitch” I pant “ fuck me with that big ****er dick”
This causes him to loose his shit. He begins hammering at me. He pushes my ankles above my head, and he begins pounding me for all his worth. All I can do is let out a pained “Uuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh!” After about thirty seconds of this furious fucking, in which it felt like my insides were on fire and I could barely breathe with the pain, he stands bolt upright, pulls out making me yelp in surprise, pulls the condom off, and jabs his meaty prick into my mouth before unleashing seven or eight massive spurts of thick, salty cum. Each one hits the back of my throat and makes me gag. I’ve been here before, and I try and gulp as hard as I can, but it dribbles down my chin, as I feel myself wanking his shaft into my mouth. He lets out a guttural groan as I drain him dry, his legs shaking.
I look up at him, his eyes meet me, and he says gently “I knew when I looked in your locker you’d be fun” I stood up, lube running out of my ruined hole down my thigh, soaking into my ruined nylons, barely able to stand up straight. He slowly walks over to his filing cabinet, and pulls out another pair of tights and throws them at me.
“Your reward, you ****er dick loving whore”
I gather them up, pull my trousers on wearily over the top of my tights, not even thinking how I can escape this situation at home. He grabs my arse cheek as I slowly make my way for the door, and he kisses me on the neck, gently whispering in my ear
“I own you now, you little bitch. You’re mine when I want it”I don’t say a word in return, I simply grab his still semi hard shaft through his trousers and squeeze it meekly, making him groan into my neck, making my cock twitch.
To be continued :)
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