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Nothing remarkable happened that summer, everything in my memory merges into a continuous ribbon: swimming, fishing, boat trips to an open lake.When Decuervo was leaving, I hugged Gisela, but I didn't want to hug him, but he whispered in my ear: Next year we will bring a motor boat and I will teach you how to water ski - Then I hugged him tightly - tightly, and my mother put her hand to me on the head, as if blessing. The next summer I spent all of July at camp and missed Decuervo even though they were coming. Then they missed a couple of years in a row. Then Gisela and Lizzie were sent with me to a camp in New Hampshire, and the adults lived for a week at the dacha, four of them, without children. Dad then said that he could no longer bear life under the same roof with Elvira Decuervo: either she would finish him off, or he would simply kill her. And my mother conciliatingly said that Elvira was not so bad. I think all the time and try to remember how it all started for me. Like all boys, I watched shabby pornographic pictures. Peeped at the girls in the toilet. From the stories of the older boys I learned how people reproduce. I really wanted to touch the female body, I wanted to fuck. Shyness and the absence of a friend excluded the possibility of snuggling up to a woman's body at an early age, and I began to study my body. All the time I thought about how the girl feels, what she wants, what to like and how she pees. At the age of 11-12, I began to pinch a member between my legs and pretend that I am a girl. With a member sandwiched between his legs, he photographed himself in the mirror. Later he began to wear stockings. I looked at myself in the mirror and imagined how a member enters me. At the age of 12, I discovered that I also have a hole, I began to try to shove a finger inside me. I liked the new feeling. I began to look for an object resembling a member in order to enter into myself and feel it in me. A suitable item was found quickly, it turned out to be a plastic pusher with a handle. The pusher itself was 16 centimeters, the tapered end was 2 cm, the base was 3 cm. And the handle was 5-8 cm but straight with a rounding at the end of 3.5 cm and was very reminiscent of a member. Having chosen the moment when no one was at home, I undressed, stood near the mirror, smeared the entrance with Vaseline, put the handle of the pusher and began to slowly try to introduce it into myself. The narrow hole did not give in, I had to push more and now, as if reluctantly, the handle began to fall through, my hole opened and I, with a feeling incomprehensible to me, let the handle into me. It didn't hurt. Little by little, little by little the handle entered me completely. It was a new and incomprehensible impression, there was no buzz, there was a fear of a new feeling, it was pleasant to feel this object in oneself, its movement in the anus gave an impetus to excitement. I looked at myself in a large mirror, the object sticking out in me excited me. Imagining that I was being fucked, I began to move the handle back and forth. When the handle went inside, there was a feeling of fullness in the ass, and when I began to pull out the handle, the vacuum created in the ass betrayed discomfort, despite this I made the movements of the fucking penis, I fucked myself. I didn't finish right away, I had to jerk off. Pulling this object out of myself, I felt discomfort and, of course, a smell. This was the first experience. When I washed myself, I decided that I would not do this anymore. In less than a week, I again stripped naked, smeared my anus with Vaseline, stood with cancer near the mirror so that I could see my anus and slowly introduced the handle from the rolling pin. Leaning the rolling pin on the floor, he began to sit on the handle. He held the rolling pin with one hand, the other member, and gradually increasing the pace jumped on the rolling pin. The next time I put a chair against the mirror, sitting in it so that my legs were lifted up and my ass was visible and I introduced a wooden crush. Over time, my games became more and more diverse, I lay down on the bed and introduced a stick from the back, knelt down and pressed the stick against the wall, went out into the street with a little lip in my ass, etc. I conducted such experiments until I was 16, sometimes he just jerked off pretending to be a girl. At 16, I went to college and moved to live in a hostel, where I tried a girl and for almost 4 years did not touch my anus, but from time to time I remembered my pranks and it turned me on. When I turned 22, friends asked me to keep an eye on the apartment, they left for six months. All things remained in the apartment, including a complete female wardrobe. While cleaning the apartment, I came across underwear for women, something skipped a beat, tried on panties, put on tights and started looking at the entire wardrobe. The women's clothing turned out to be my size, and I began to change into women's underwear. I tried to put on makeup, in my opinion it turned out to be tolerable. At first he dressed to get aroused and jerk off, then he began to pick up clothes to look decent. A month later, I picked up panties, stockings, bra, skirt, blouse, boots, windbreaker, hat, scarf, gloves, put on my makeup and all shaking with fear mixed with excitement went out into the street in the evening. First, going out into the street, I immediately walked into the darkness, then I began to go out into the light, then I began to walk closer to people. To my surprise, no one pointed a finger at me, and I began to walk freely.The very fact that I walk around the night (evening) city dressed as a woman, the clatter of heels on my feet, caused excitement. The rare glances in my direction of someone made me in awe. The member was constantly in an excited state. Each time he returned from a walk excited (the balls were already cracking) he undressed in front of the mirror and imagined that I had brought a man with me and fucked myself with a rubber hose. Over time, just walking around dressed as a woman and wearing makeup became not so exciting, I wanted to be looked at, to be talked to, to be touched. I began to change my wardrobe to a defiant one - a miniskirt, boots with high heels, a tight jacket (the bra was stuffed with foam rubber, the figure at 22 was normal), bright lipstick, etc. And already on the first exit near the house, a tipsy man began to stick to me , I was so scared that I started to run away (running hard in heels). Afterwards I regretted that I had behaved that way. Slowly I began to get used to the fact that men were paying attention to me, cars stopped, only I was afraid to speak, my voice betrayed me and I had to whisper. They tried to take me off, offered to go to the sauna, offered money, if they knew how much I wanted all this. I was ready to be fucked, I wanted to suck it off, but they took me for a girl. Coming home, I fucked myself more and more actively, did not dare to bring a man, and how he would behave when he found out that I was a man. But once he put on his makeup, dressed up, went out into the street and sat on the children's swing in the yard and decided that today we need to catch the man. Then a guy of about 18 entered the courtyard, looked around the courtyard and was about to leave. I went to him, caught up and offered to suck him off, he was stunned and jumped away from me. As I didn’t persuade him, he didn’t give me his penis, the only thing I could was to hold his penis in my hands, it was enough for me to fuck myself for a week. Gradually, I replaced the hose with a plasticine penis measuring 20/4, 5. Now I made a stuffed animal out of pillows, dressed it in a man's, inserted a penis and, coming home from another walk, undressed, put a condom on the penis of a previously prepared stuffed animal, sucked it off and then sat on scarecrow on top, and began rhythmic movements. It was on the scarecrow that I first felt an awesome thrill, I finished profusely for the first time without jerking off or even touching the penis, at that moment I really felt like a woman, I wanted more and more, I jumped on the scarecrow like mad, closed my eyes and touched my body hands, I felt my hands with every cell of my body, I rediscovered my body, from this sensation I was delighted. Now I knew that I was a slut, I always and everywhere wanted to sit on a penis, at least on a plasticine one. During the day I was a normal man, worked, talked with friends, and in the evenings I was fucked by a scarecrow in all the holes. Before having sex with a scarecrow, I began to do an enema, shaved, climbed onto the scarecrow with a shaved ass, and thanks to the enema, after I got off the penis, I took it in my mouth and sucked it for 10-15 minutes until I got excited and climbed again, jumping madly on my favorite stuffed animal. Gradually, I got 2 more artificial members, and then two more stuffed animals. Now I didn't go outside, I just put on stockings with garters and a tight T-shirt, tight panties, put on makeup, put on a wig and, pretending to be a prostitute, walked into another room where three of my various stuffed animals were already waiting for me. I finished on each stuffed animal, licked it, and then put them so that I could sit on one and suck on the other. On the first scarecrow, I had to fuck myself on duty to finish, but what an orgasm it was, everything in my head was getting dull, the stars flew, and there was an inexplicable surge of strength and emotion in a fit of ecstasy, I jumped on the second scarecrow, there until the second time orgasm it was required, if not strange, less, but before the third it was necessary to practice with your mouth. I rarely had a fourth orgasm, but playing the role of a prostitute, I once again climbed on each scarecrow and then licked it after me. So half a year passed, the owners of the apartment arrived and I had to leave the apartment that had given me so many good things. To be continued , near the veranda, they sent to flood the house, and then the bathhouse, allowing you to put on only a down jacket on your naked body and summer galoshes on your feet ... Further, for two days non-stop: steamed, washed, watered, fed, performed everything, everything, all possible whims, tirelessly and without lowering your bare ass. In the same place, for the first time I was fucked in the ass with a rubber phallus, which Katya brought with her specially for this purpose, and later, they tied me to a wooden support, and sat down to play cards. The winner acquired the status of a “judge”, and the loser acquired the status of an “executioner”. It is obvious that the "executioner" took the belt in his hands and immediately executed the decision of the "court". I can confidently boast that I easily coped with all the whims and tough freaks of two obnoxious princesses. And six months ago, Nastin's friend Maxim appeared in our company. With this event, my status has been updated! I became a sex slave. 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