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Deflowered at 17…Part 1 (ENGLISH VERSION)Many friends, some of them curious and excited by my (recently discovered) Polaroid pictures made at the seaside (with stockings) when I was 17 years old, asked me to tell the story associated to them. Someone also pointed out, “but if in one of your stories you talk about your first man -see story “my first man”- after having been “initiated” by a trans, then who was actually your first man? “First of all, let me say that I can assure you that my stories are not fancy, they are absolutely true. I can change some details, names, situations, … but I do not not invent anything. Anyone who knows me knows well how little I am keen to virtuality, cybersex, excitement not finalized with real “carnal” experiences.I’ve never even had a cam on my Mac, and I don’t want it.The one in that story that many of you have read was in fact the first man who fucked me as an aware female, feeling myself female, mature and aware, so real sex between adults, I consider him my actual first man because it has been the first who fucked … Angelica.But I was not a virgin … although in fact many years (about 13-14 or more) were passed since the experience I’m about to tell.The discovery (in the pages of an old book) of some (old and some of them really wrecked) photos of that time worked as “trigger point” to revive those strong feelings and emotions that now are felt as positive and intriguing, but which at that time caused to me a “storm” of conflicting feelings.It must be said that my femininity exploded in an absolute and complete way only in recent times, but in the past it had periods of “hibernation”, like a dormant volcano ready to erupt without warning. This also due to social conditioning, moral, and the life and growth of a nice boy in a traditional family. At age 12, as I recounted in a previous story, I used to put my mother’s stockings in secret , but it was an instinct. It did reveal a clear trend, but with no erotic involvement at all, at least on a conscious level. This habit stopped after a few years but “stockings” were destined to come back into my life in a traumatic way.Here begins the story: at 17 I was a really cute boy: cute face, perfect body, two slender and smooth legs naturally with no hair, perfect ass. Always sensitive, gentle in behavior, I would say feminine for sensitivity but absolutely nothing gay and/or “gay’s manners”We had a nice house in Lavinio near Rome where the family used to spend the whole July and August.Among the most dear friends of my parents was Roberto and his wife, a nice man 45 years old, grizzled, always cheerful, great tennis player. I called him uncle, he was very dear to me; often he took me/us with him in the boat, for fishing or to his farm not far from there. I was the only of my family, too, ho used to ride.In short, one afternoon I joined him for a trip in his boat, a nice small cabin boat, and shortly after leaving the port he told me that down in the cabin there was something for me. I went down, intrigued, and on the pillows was the typical rectangular envelope with written OMSA PRESTIGE ( I remember the colour: lola). They were stockings.From below I said “what do you want me to do, uncle?” güvenilir bahis siteleri He: “You should do me the favor to wear them, I’ve to see if the colour is fine for my wife.”I was a bit embarrassed but I never wanted to upset nor disappoint this “acquired” uncle who was quite dear to me. Also the sweet memory of wearing my mother’s stockings when I was as a c***d, played a role in my decision to satisfy his desire.So I wore the (brand new) stockings (with experienced movements I’ve to say); and even without having garter belt they were tight enough and stayed up well. (See also the pictures found and scanned for you …)Then I said “done”, he came down and told me to take off my swimming trunks (which I had held) otherwise he could not have been able to see whether the stockings were ok I did it because “uncle” Roberto was very close to us since I was a c***d and how many times he had seen me naked, maybe taking bath in the inflatable swimming pool in our garden…So I remained naked with only stockings on. (The “lola” colour is a dark skin -tan- colour). He began to give some orders, “sit down and cross your legs” He was still pretending to be interested in the colour saying to himself: “yes, I like the colour.” At this stage all that was intriguing me, I was at the center of his attention, I always loved to fascinate -especially him-and finally be the center of -his- attention. Then he made a request a bit strange: “will you lie down, cross your legs and light a cigarette ?” I wasn’t a smoker at that time: sometimes when he came to our place and he was smoking I liked to ask “do you let me have a puff, uncle?” Anyway I said yes again, he gave me a cigarette and lighter and I lit my first cigarette in stockings. I relaxed, legs crossed, and I heard him saying “… perfect.”You’ll tell me now: then he came and fucked you … absolutely not, he just sat smoking and enjoying the “show”. He just said after a few minutes (the time of a cigarette!) : “you made a great present to your uncle, thank you.”He returned up in the boat, and I took off my stockings and I wore again my swimming trunks.Usually we used to go out in his boat 3-4 times a week, but the next day at about 5 p.m. he passes in front of my house (I was playing table tennis with my father) with the scooter and yells: “boat trip?”.Anyway (I abbreviate) shortly after leaving the small port he said: ”would you like to wear stockings again?” I said,: ”but uncle, weren’t they for my aunt?” He: ”but you wear them much better than her, come on, go below…”I found stockings, a pack of cigarette (brand HB I remember) and lighter. The message was clear: I lay down, I put my stockings and lit a cigarette. He came down shortly after, this time he sat next to the bed and began caressing my legs saying “you are amazing, do you like to wear them?” And me: “…… yes …….” He: “will you wear them every time for me? I’d be so happy” Me again: “…. yes ……”. Then he began to lick all legs, from the feet to the thighs. I felt at the bottom of my beloved uncle’s thoughts…After all this was amusing me, I’ve always been narcissistic and I felt loved and adored. He seemed satisfied with this, also in the tipobet following 2 days, and the thing begun to become almost automatic: he made me sign with his hand as to say “go down” and I went down in the cabin. lying, stockings and cigarette and then he kissing and licking. Actually once I heard him whispering “slut” as he was kissing my legs, but I did not pay much attention.I had already noticed that licking stockings he touched himself often between his legs, and one of the following afternoons he stood up suddenly, and in a sort of rapture, he lowered his pants, and before I could recover from the surprise he took my head, put his cock in his mouth and unloaded all his cum inside, moaning. I was paralyzed, still there with my mouth full of cum. He understood that I was shocked, he went back cherishing my legs and said ”swallow it, you’ll adore it”. … I swallowed, feeling it neither good nor bad. He looked happy: “you are a wonderful nephew, not even you parents know how wonderful you’re”.That “not even you parents know…” sounded strange to me and I become very much afraid that he might have told something of what we were doing in the boat to them.A stupid and pointless fear I think now, he had even more interest than me to keep all this secret, he had family himself….but I was 17…. There, at that point, I did the wrong thing (as a boy from a good family) or the right thing (if viewed with my current eyes … Angelica’s ones): 2 days later he called my mother asking her to tell me to join him at the pier to go fishing, I had the opportunity to find an excuse and say no but …. I took my bike and..I went.Apparently, this was the “surrender” he was waiting for.I wasn’t waiting anymore for any sign from him: as soon as I got on the boat, I went at once down in the cabin while he was sailing out of the port, and at once stockings on, cigarette lying down smoking and waiting for him. I still didn’t know, but I was becaming his slut.That “second time” (I mean after having cum in my mouth the previous day) he came down and said “sit down on the bed” (actually a boat couch); he took off his pants, climbed on the bed with his feet, took my head in his hands and began to do up and down in my mouth saying things which were a mixture of nasty and affectionate: “what a mouth that you honey” …”You know how much uncle loves you” etc … then a little later,:”I am coming now, you promise me to drink it all? You know you’ll make me happy.” I nodded with my head and a few seconds later he began moaning and I felt all his cum spreading deep in my throat. He had a cock not shorter that 20 cm my uncle, and he squirted his cum so deep in throat that the so called “swallowing” was not necessary; the whole load went down directly. He told me “you’re wonderful darling”, he went back upstairs, and I enjoyed for the the first time the pleasure to lie down wearing stockings, smocking a cigarette with my stomach full of cum. I say now “the pleasure”, but at that time you can immagine how I felt, and how many mixed feeling and strengths were struggling inside me…In the following days and for the entire month of July, the script was this: stockings, cumshot in mouth and swallow, tipobet güvenilir mi almost every day. Do not ask me whether I liked it: the situation, wearing stockings yes undoubtedly; taking and drinking cum not very much at that time, and I was ashamed when we meet each other in social situations or when he came to play bridge with my parents, I feared any possible winks and allusions from him, but he was always impeccable, very affectionate and always casual and quite normal.All this had happened (about 15 days had passed since the first time I put socks) always in his boat, I couldn’t imagine other scenarios … once at around 19 pm I was leaving the supermarket with my bags full of food and my uncle was passing there in his car. He tells me, “Come dear, I’ll drive you home.” But instead if heading home, he took a little lonely street in the country near a closed construction site. Then he said: “Look what’s in the drawer of the dashboard?” A pair of brand new OMSA stockings.Strange, I think today: he always wanted skin-colored stockings, never black nor garter belt (I was dreaming it…); he loved my naked body with stockings and nothing else. A nice body I’ve to say, see pictures…I undressed without keeping anything at all, and wore the stockings. At the time that was the only gesture that I really liked, no doubt about this. He told me to cross my legs and light a cigarette. But I was thinking, “what about if we meet someone?”Unexpectedly he said, “there’s really nobody around here, what about a small walk? Come on, get down!” And so I got out of the car naked (only stockings on) and strangely he took my hand as to start walking together. like an affectionate couple… What a feeling: me naked, bare feet and stockings walking in the country “hand in hand” with my uncle (as I said not a real uncle, the dearest friend of my parents which I called uncle since I was a c***d) …thinking that only 15 days before we were playing table tennis or Othello in the family…It has been a tender moment I have to say, that did not last for long (the “tender side”) … He had taken under his arm a typical beach mat, and he threw it on the floor in a hidden corner behind a shed and said, “come on, knee”…I obeyed and he said, rubbing my hair: “but this time you do everything by yourself darling ok?”. He put his cock all in my mouth, and I made my first real “active” blowjob of my life, keeping him by the hips and doing up and down with my head. He: ”take it deeper, I know you can”, then: “faster, faster, fasteeeer….I’m coming!!!!!” And again uncle’s cock uncle throbbed in my mouth and began splashing in the throat. He almost pleading:”swallowswallowswallow my love please! “And I swallowed down another cumshot but this time it gave me a sense of pride since I didn’t endure it, I induced it…Back in the car still without saying much, I took off my stockings, I put them back in the drawer I dressed again and he brought me back to house greeting my mother as usual. And I had his cum inside …I swallowed a load almost every day in July…But in August ….. well… I’ll tell you in the next part. However, a clarification: do not hate our friend Roberto, sometimes it was determinate and dominant, but he has been always nice to me, never used v******e to me, he never ****d me, he took me to this very gently, he loved me (too much maybe..) I had any possible opportunity to say no, and I did not … maybe he led me astray, certainly not ****d.See you soon! Angelica

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