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Christopher / Christina
By
Dave
To tell my story we have to go back to World War II during the German Blitz. I was a five-year old and was sent to Wales and they put me in a girl's boarding school. They put a dorm supervisor in chard of me. They put an extra bed in his room for me.
The first night I was there I was crying terribly because I was so afraid of the possibility of losing my parents and everything was so cold and frightening. Mr. William (Bill) Barber took me to bed with him and hugged me all night. From that night on I slept with him every night. He slept in the nude and so did I. He would rub his hands all over my body and it felt good.
One night Bill put his mouth over my Willie and sucked me. I was too young to even get a hard-on but it felt so good that he would do that to me every night after he bathed me. I can remember his soapy hand rubbing me and having me stand up and spread my legs so he could stick a soapy finger up my bum-hole. It was just natural that he fed me his penis to comfort me every night. At that age I had no idea that what we were doing was sexual, it just felt good.
When the War was over and I was taken from Bill I cried hopelessly. My parents could not handle my loneliness and they enrolled me in a boy's school. They had no clue what my problem was.
I was a total miss fit in that school. They bullied me all the time. I was just too pretty and delicate to be in a school full of sadistic boys. I was stuffed in trashcans; lockers and showers were hell. When they were not pissing on me they were popping me in the arse with wet towels. I had to learn self-defense just to survive.
I was not subjected to sexual abuse but I did get the cane laid on my bum for misdeeds and when the bullies framed me for things. It would be an understatement to say my life was hell.
When I was sixteen I was hitchhiking in the midlands of England and accepted a ride from a man that offered to take me where I wanted to go after he stopped at a farmhouse on the way. When he turned down a gravel road the house looked untended but I didn't suspect anything. I was still trusting at the time.
He offered to give me a soft drink if I joined him. He slapped my face until I was crying like a baby after we entered the house. Then he pushed me over to an old smelly couch. Then he pulled my pants down around my ankles with my nickers. Then he turned me around and forced me to lie over the arm of the old couch. I smelled the fabric of an old couch that was moldy and someone must have pissed on it too. His big rough hands pried-open the cheeks of my arse and he shoved a couple of finger up my arse. He chuckled when he said, "You must be a virgin pretty boy!"
The pain I felt was almost enough to make me pass out as his penis entered my bum. When he came in my arse he pulled out of me and wiped his dick off on my butt. I laid there as he left. I finally had to pull my pants up and found that I was bleeding from my arse. I wiped myself off with my nickers and threw them away. I had to walk for several kilometers before I got to the train station.
I knew I didn't feel like a man anymore. Just the same I enlisted into the Army. It was the same old bullies were trying to make my life miserable. But I managed to get into the signal corps.
By the time I was posted to Tripoli I was a Sargent. There were a lot of gays stationed there in the coups. They looked upon me as a sister because they knew I felt more like woman than a man.
A couple of the guys that would pull the mid-watch when I did would even let me sit on the floor between their legs while they answered the wireless. They would open their pants after they went to the loo and took their nickers off. I would spend most of the four-hour watch sucking their penises. They would be answering the calls in a proper military manner while I was sucking down their cum like a puppy.
Then one night I made a mistake and got drunk in the Arab quarter and when I was stumbling back to barracks. Three Arabs in their black robes confronted me. They drew those curved bladed knives and made me take off my civilian clothes. Then they bent me over and took turns fucking my arse. They would make me suck them until they were hard enough to fuck my arse again. One came in my mouth and made me swallow it. When he pulled his dick out of my mouth I upchucked everything in my stomach. I was sober and so ashamed that when they left me on the ground I put my clothes back on and went back to barracks. I still have a fear of Arabs and when I see one I remember the sight of them lifting their robes and waving their uncircumcised penises in my face and the taste of the scum under their foreskin.
When I was discharged I got married right away and had a daughter. I was more of a mother to her than her mother was. We still have a special bond and even though she moved to America she still talks to me every day on the computer. She is the only member of the family that knows that I feel like a woman in a man's body.
I was married three times. The last one has lasted twenty- two years. Our sex life has almost been none existent for some time. I have been managing a hotel in Shepperton but we live in Southampton. For that reason I go home on weekends when I don't have to stay for parties, weddings or conventions.
I have a transvestite 45-year old girlfriend that visits me at the hotel. She lives her life as a woman. Her identity is built around the persona of Donna. She is a dainty person that has been living as a woman most of her life even taking hormone treatments. A normal evening is her coming up to my flat and me making us dinner. We eat and watch TV for awhile until we get horny enough to suggest us going to bed.
Donna likes to dress in fashionable clothes. I'm talking Victoria Secrets nickers, she likes garter belt with shire stockings with old-fashioned seams. Her hair is over the shoulder in a soft flowing style. She dresses in tasteful dresses too. She smells of nice French perfume, but never overbearing.
In my case I have on women's silken thong nickers even under my business suit. I also shave my body completely clean of all body hair. I doubt if my employees have a clue about my secret life.
Donna will sit in my lounge chair and smokes cigarettes, even though she knows that I don't like the smell in my rooms. She liked to smoke and I can refuse her nothing. I hate the taste of tobacco in her mouth when we kiss. But after she shoves her tongue into my mouth I forget the taste. She likes to undress me down to my panties. Then she takes her clothes off and sits in the chair so I can slowly pull her penis from between her legs and suck her until her penis is a stiff as she can get. I love to suckle on her breasts for a long time.
Donna is not happy until she pulls her legs up until her knees are almost touching her ears, so that I have access to her brown pussy. She pulls her scrotum up over her penis so that it is covered. I am thrilled when my penis slips into the hole and I slowly increase the pace until I cum in her butt. Sometimes Donna wants me to pull out and cum in her mouth.
When we are really horny I will let Donna fuck me too. She is not always able to cum because of the hormones. It was one of those nights when my wife walked in and saw Donna fucking my arse with her little penis.
After my wife recovered from the shock of seeing her husband being fuck in the ares by a woman with a penis. She settled down and came to terms with my being a woman in a man's body. She went so far as to buy a strap on dildo. Now we have a full sex life when I'm home and she comes to the hotel with me every week. She fucks me with the dildo every night. When Donna visits my wife fucks both of us.
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