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The Perfect Girl

by Tytus

 

I am a handsome guy and quite good looking. I never considered myself a superman or a macho. I was more or less someone just of the opposite. I was always shy with women, so at age of 27 I have not have much relationships. And those I had I found boring. Especially in bed, were they were lying flat on their back, making no sound -dead! And me trying everything to please them! I got never fulfilled my dreams to have anal sex, or even a blow job. What a pity.

I always had been into petticoats, nice dresses and lingerie, too. No, no the kind you think right now - I prefer them on girls, not on a hairy male body, like mine! And all the women I had been with before did not care much about their dressing.

So it is not hard to understand that I fell easily in love with every girl in skirt.

But I better start my story.

 

I met her at my rock dance classes. She had been different than other girls in the group - She wore a skirt. Although it was cold outside. She was also the type of a girl I liked: nice figure, slim long legs, girlish face with beautiful brown eyes, her hair matching them and cascaded down her back. She had a smile that let me melt away.

As we both were new to the class, so we had been put together. Thanks to old kind of dancing I could at least hold her hand, or touch her body while dancing. I had never been the guy who asked a girl right away to go out with her. Forget about small-talk! I do not even dare to open my mouth, especially as she pleased me!

With this girl it was different. From the first moment we found a subject to talk about. I only met a similar person once before, but I even did not feel attracted by this person. This time I knew I wanted her!

At the end of the class I asked her where she lived. It was on the way to my apartment, so I asked her to accompany her. She accepted right away.

As it rained we had to take the subway. On our way we talked vividly. At her stop she told me to continue my way, and promised to walk with me home next time.

The next weeks it rained every time as we met. No way to have a romantic walk. We tried to meet on weekends but either I had my gards in the hospital, or she was away to conferences with her office. I almost lost my hope.

And than the spring started. It became warm and shinny.

This time we walked slowly home. We talked and laughed.

Passing in front of a bridal shop she stopped and regarded the dresses. She was the first girl I knew that regarded bridal dresses!

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"Yes. But only some." I openly replied and I pointed those out. They were some especially full skirted simple bridal gowns.

"I like those simple one with petticoats underneath." I told her.

Then I turned to watch her reaction. She looked at me little bit surprised.

"Me too." she said.

"I love the women who dress in skirt and dresses, as you do." I said, not knowing why. I blushed. As we were standing close to each other our hands touched. We regarded each other for a second and began to move our lips to each other.

We kissed.

I cannot remember the rest of our walk home. It was like a dream to me. I remember only kissing her at her door.

 

The next weeks past with her only: walks to the park, the zoo, along the river, hiking trips into the mountains. Cinema was one of our favourite.

But our rendezvous ended always at her door. She did not want me to enter her apartment, yet. "One day" she promised.

 

The evening of our dance classes prom I asked her over the phone to be my date. "I accept!" she cried out "and I have already a surprise for you. Pick me up at seven." she added.

 

She opened the door the second I pushed the bell button. She looked superb! She wore a blue shoulder free satin dress that ended under her knees. The skirt flared out showing a glimpse of a full white petticoat, with a white satin edge. Her legs clad in white sheer nylons and a pair of blue satin heels on her feet. On her hands she wore a pair of white silky gloves. There was also a white bow at the back of her head making her face appear very feminine. This was my girl!

"You,... You look... You are beautiful!" I stammered.

"Thank you." She whispered while she blushed.

I felt my penis harden in my pants. "No, not now!" I thought.

We kissed shortly, as I did not want her to feel or even to notice my bulge in my pants.

We went dancing.

 

We danced all the time, stopping only for a drink. We drank water and champagne. It was a great evening.

 

On the way home I felt an urge to pee.

"May I use your bathroom. I haven't been there since the afternoon." I asked as we were at her door.

"Sure" she replied.

 

As I left the toilet, I look for the first time around her apartment. It was a one piece, with a small kitchen with a small table on one side and a double bed on the other at the window.

In front of the entry door there was a black leather couch and in front of it a big wardrobe. A free standing full length mirror beside it.

And there in the middle of her one room apartment, we began kissing passionately. The champagne worked on us both.

With one hand I started to caress slowly her back through the delicate satin dress, while stroking gently over her petticoated bottom with the other. She ran delicately hers up and down my sides.

As I squeezed her cheeks her breath become deeper and she began moving her hips, causing her petticoats to make a swishing sound and stroke my legs. I could feel the miles of layers of silk running over my bulge in front of my pants growing even bigger.

I broke my lips from hers and kissed her neck and bare shoulders. She closed her eyes, grasped my shoulders tightly and moan. I hesitated first, then I found my courage and led my hand down her skirt. I touched her petticoats. What a feeling! So soft! And cool! My knees melted almost away!

Rubbing the silk and oraganza against her tights my hand finally found its way. I loved the feeling of her firm tights in the sheer nylons. I worked my hand up her tights reaching some lace. She wore stockings! and pulled her softly closer to me. Now I was between her legs, divided only by layers of her petticoats from her groin.

"No. I can't" she whispered between her moans.

Suddenly she turned her back to me, pulling my hand out from under her skirt. I continued to kiss her neck behind her ear and her shoulders. My hands massaged her small breasts through the delicate fabric of her dress. My member, still in the pants, run up and down her crack. She moaned loud and breathed deeply. I felt her place her hand on my hips forcing me more into her bum, driving me crazy.

I run my fingers over her face. When they passed her lips she opened them starting to lick the tips. I pushed my fingers deeper into her mouth. She sucked them wildly.

I got my fingers out, turned her head towards mine and kissed her again. My hand fumbled her stiff nipples. She placed her gloved hand on mine to heighten the pressure. Her body wriggled in ecstasy.

I lowered my hand down her skirt again. This time I started pull it up slowly.

We were standing in front of a full length mirror, wherein I could clearly watch us.

I pushed up her skirt and petticoat until I revealed the upper edge of the panties. She had her stockings attached to a white silk garter-belt and wore her matching panties over them.

"Like a bad girl" I thought.

She had her eyes closed, as I moved my hand inside them.

In the next moment we both stopped abruptly...

 

We were both standing there still, me behind her in my dark blue tuxedo., one hand on her small breast, the other in her panties. Her slim figure in a tight blue satin off-shoulder prom dress. Her white gloved hand pressing mine on one of her small breasts. The skirt and the white petticoat pulled up showing her feet, with blue heels on, sheer white stockings on her long perfect legs, with lacy endings reaching her high tights attached to a silky garter-belt and my hand inside her white panties.

Her lovely girlish face was framed by her cascading brown hair and the hint of the white bow on the back. Her eyes looking in horror into mine via the mirror.

Down there, in her groin my hand touched a rock hard penis! The lovely girl I was holding in my arms was a boy!

But a boy that was a fucking good looking girl!

My shocked changed fast to astonishment and then to interest.

"You're beautiful!" I said as I removed his panties, that fell down his beautiful feminine legs onto the floor. Her hard member released now from it's silken cage was pointing out a pubic hair triangle. It had the same size as mine and medium size testicles hanging right beneath.

To me the penis only rounded off this beautiful girl. He was the best woman I ever knew!

"I wanted..." she started.

"Shhh! Relax. You are the cutest girl I have ever seen" I said as I took in my hand her penis. For the first time of my life other ten mine. I rolled my fingers around it and started to stroke it up and down. Holding up her skirts she closed her eyes, enjoying the masturbation.

I started to kiss her neck again. Her breath got faster and deeper as I stroked harder. I put my other fingers on her lips, which she opened willingly. She sucked them wilder than before. Her bottom moving back and fourth in the rhythm gradually increasing the tempo of my strokes. As she was unable to delay her climax any longer, her body shivered and she gave a firm scream shooting her cum on the mirror.

Not letting her to catch breath I took her hand and led her to the couch behind us. I told her to undress me. As she did I caressed her lovely hair.

Naked, I sat down and she sat beside me. We kissed. Her hand, still in her gloves, caressed my inner tights. Reaching down she caressed my balls and slowly moved up until she was stroking the shaft with both hands.

I kissed her ear, then her neck and her shoulders. (I love to do that, and it drove her crazy too!) With one hand I pushed her head lightly towards my groin.

She kissed first my chest then my belly. She continued it for a short while, unsure if to proceed. I felt her warm breathe as she lowered over my penis. First she touched the head with the tip of her tongue as if trying the taste. Then liked it uncertainly. With every second she became more and more passionate about the shaft in her hand, rolling her tongue all around it. Finally she opened her lips and took it deep her throat at one go. I almost came, as I have never had a blow job before! I was in heaven!

Meanwhile I have put my hand under her skirts, caressing her soft bottom and my fingers started to move up and down her crack, finally making circles around her anus. I entered it with a finger tip just as I shot a load of hot cum into her throat. She swallowed it all and licked clean the head.

"I liked it" she said with a grin.

We sat on the couch for a while. She than rose, took my hand and led me to the double bed.

"Undress me" she said.

"No" I replied. "You make me hot while you're still dressed as you are".

She smiled in reply, took the hem of her petticoat and started to rub my half rigid penis with its soft and cool material. Soon I was hard as before.

We laid down on our sides, kissing all over our faces. She moved her hips stroking my bare parts with her petticoats.

My hands rubbed her bottom through her dress. I was fascinated by her bum! I lifted the skirts, caressed her hairless skin over her stocking.

Than, I did something that I would have never imagined before: I slowly lowered my head until it was between her legs. I loved to stimulate women with my tongue! But, I have never done this to a man!

As we were both lying on our sides I kissed first her legs and her lover belly and pubis. I kissing along her rigid shaft I arrived at the head. My tongue tickled it. The taste was little bit sweeter as I thought. My lips opened and I let glide her member down my throat. Her hips moved as did her penis in my mouth. I Have to admit that I liked to play my tongue around the head.

She moaned more and more, put one leg over my shoulder and rubbed my head and face with her petticoats that were everywhere! I put my hand between her legs and stroked her bottom, my finger tip circling around her anus.

I released her penis from my mouth and told her to turn on her stomach. She looked at me first but turned slowly rising her bum into the air. I lifted her skirts over her waist.

What a great picture! A lovely girl lifting up her bottom encircled by tons of layers of white silk and blue satin, showing you her tight hole between her checks, heeled feet and beautiful stockinged legs and a pair of testicles and a stiff penis hanging between them! I had the hardest hard-on I ever remembered having.

Caressing her cheeks I pulled them apart. I kissed around and then started to lick her hole wet. She moaned in pleasure. From time to time my stiffened tongue entered her a little. While stroking her penis, I put a finger on her anus and pushed gently. Lubricated with my spit it entered with a slight resistance. I left it half in her for a second for her to get used and then continued it all the way. She pushed her bottom against the force making the finger enter even deeper. While I let her relax again, I kissed her bottom and tights, stroking her harder. I pulled slowly my finger out of her and entered again. I started to moved it back and fourth. She moaned again and her hips moved in rhythm with my finger. In that case I took a second one and entered her again. I did her until her sphincter was completely relaxed.

As I positioned my self behind her, she turned her head looked on me and gave me, to my surprise, a K.Y-Gellytube.

"Be gentle, please. It's my first time" she whispered.

"I'll. I'll stop when it hurts too much".

I liked her hole again and she stroked herself as I applied the jelly on my penis. I got my self between her checks again, put my penis at her entry, took her hips in both hands and pushed. Slowly her sphincter opened, encircling the head. She lifted her head in pain.

The head inside her I gave her few seconds relive before I pushed my member all the way long. She threw her head back and lifted slightly her heeled feet. I was in her. All in.

Then I begun to pull back till only the head reminded inside and entered her again, this time with more force. More and more we breathed deeply and she moaned each time I entered her.

I pushed her then to lay flat on her stomach. I was on top of her buried in her petticoats. With one hand I grabbed hers and led them to her groin underneath us. My other hand squeezed her breasts.

Our movements become faster and harder. She began to cry of pleasure. Despite all our will we were unable to delay our orgasms and with a roar I unloaded huge quantities of my cum deep into her bottom. She came in the same moment, she exploding into her skirts. We continued to ejaculate for more than a minute.

We were both relieved, happy and tiered.

"I was my best sex I ever had" she said.

So was mine.

 

We have tried several positions that night. I even let her take me.

She wanted to have her surgery soon she said me next morning.

I told to her not to do it. To stay as she was: a special and beautiful girl.

And I persuaded her!

Now, we plan our informal wedding, with her in a princess like bridal gown and a rigid penis underneath. It is still ours little secret!

But all this is another story.

 

 

 

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