Almost a woman part 1

To get it right, I’m just almost a woman. I was born as a boy and I was given the name Herbert. Would like to introduce myself before I start to talk about myself and my life. Born in 1968 in Nienburg .. It is a small village in Lower Saxony. My mother died at my birth and I never met my father, supposedly an American soldier. My mother has always been at the weekend in one of these discos where there were many American soldiers, as I was told. But that does not matter. In any case, I was in this house until my third birthday, until a family took me in, because their child died in an accident and they did not want a new pregnancy any more. In any case, I grew up with an elderly couple. At 6 years I went to school, saying I was an average student who was learning to make fun of me and I actually had getting good grades. As far as everything was normal, except that I already at that time a taste for ladies laundry in me discovered.

I took the laundry from time to time, secretly from my stepmother. I was slowly getting older, I had a good time at school, and the years went by as well. My childhood went so far as normal, I played with guys and girls, and I always secretly wanted to wear girl clothes. A school mate lived on a farm and was 2 years older than me. I was glad to go to play, One day I was 14 years, ask Peter, so the boy was called, if I did not want to help with the obsessed, could make me some pocket money .. I was pleased about the offer, since I Did not get much pocket money. I went to the farm every day after school to help with the harvest. Then on a Friday, we came sweating from the harvest, we were still eating something, asked Peter if I did not want to stay here. He said Saturday is not a school and we can then go early together with the harvest. I was somewhat hesitant but called my pommel to tell her I was going to spend the weekend on the farm. Peter was very pleased to be staying with me on the farm and we went to his room where he had a mattress.

The under his bed was pushed out. Come on, let’s have a shower. We went to the bathroom and pulled out to take a shower. When we were naked under the shower and soaped us, my gaze always fell on his limb. He already had a very big one, although my was rather miserable. “Come on,” said Peter, turning his back to me. I began to water his back. As I so as his back soaked and I came deeper to his buttocks, I felt a strange feeling inside me and my limb was slow hard. I had never felt anything like this before. So be my po, Peter. I also soaked his butt, making my limb even harder. I walked between his buttocks and felt his eggs as it came over me and went with the soap to his limb to avoid it. He was still standing with my back to me, and my limb stiffly stiffened from me, while I heavily soaked his limb. I felt like it was slowly becoming firm and the soap much from my hand. I held his limb in my hand and it became harder and harder. Then he turned around, looked at me, my stiff limb, then his stiff limb, saying “go to his knees and take it in his mouth.” I looked at him and went to my knees with shaky legs, the water jet had rinsed the soap and I took it in his mouth and began to lick it. He groaned and began to fuck me in my mouth. I went with a hand to my limbs and jerked him while Peter fucked in my mouth, I suddenly felt that his cock was a bit harder and began to twitch, suddenly his geil juice fell into my mouth, where I also came Something like this has never been experienced, I began to swallow, but most of Peter’s juice ran out of my mouth. We looked at each other, but said nothing. Then we went out of the shower to dry ourselves. Then we put on our sleepwear and went to his room. Peter made music and we played cards. After a while he said “Come, let’s go to bed.” He turned off the light and I wanted to lie down on the mattress. “Not Herbert, to sleep, I’m not tired yet, want to cuddle something, come to me under the blanket,” said Peter. I went to his bed and cuddled him. My hand went as if by itself to be his limb. I stroked it and felt how it was growing. He went with his hand into my sleeppants and stroked my limb, then took his hand out licked this and went back to my sleep pants to put my wet finger in my pole. I felt a wonderful shiver through my body and my limbs became hard. “You seem to like it,” said Peter, pulling out my shawl pants, then laying on my stomach. Then I notice that he made my pole with his spittle wet and went back with his finger. Then he knelt behind me, I felt like he pushed his hard limb into my pole. He groaned and went back and forth with his fingers around the hole.

Then I felt that his limbs went slowly to my pole. At first I thought that he was tearing my pole. But the deeper he penetrated me, the more I liked it. When he had it all in, he began to push me, first gently, then harder and faster. I felt my sphincter tighten around his limb as he pulled back his cock. I groaned loudly at every stroke. My limb was also quite hard, but I supported myself with my hands and could not jerk my member. He thrust more and more tightly and then suddenly began to inject. I felt like it was running out of my pussy my ass cheeks and thighs. It made me so horny that I also began to inject. He stopped pushing, read his limb in me and I felt like he slowly slumped into my pole. Then he pulled him with a jerk out, his jelly juice passed over my buttocks. Then he lay down and said exhausted, “Let’s sleep,” turned around and slept. I was still lying there, thinking about what had happened and then sleeping.

The next morning I woke up and had to think about where I was at all. Then it all occurred to me and I was again horny. Peter was still asleep next to me and I went with his hand to Peter his limb to stroke it. He woke up. And said, “Come on,” and further, “do me a favor and do not talk to anyone about what we did yesterday, I’m not gay and can not explain what happened to me when I fucked you Know, I fuck from time to our maid, she is not a beauty but likes a hot cock. ” We went to the kitchen to have breakfast, then go to the fruit trees and drive the harvest. We picked the fruit in silence, and I kept looking at Peter’s pants. In my mind, I imagined what would happen if I were to look at him in girls’ clothes. I was only 14 years, but Peter has awakened a desire that I can not explain. We reaped silently and secretly, I hoped that he would pull me behind a bush, which unfortunately did not happen. The time elapsed quickly and it was early afternoon, and Peter said, let’s have lunch, look what Kirstin has cooked fine. Kirstin was the maid who was responsible for the budget.

Peter’s father cared for the cattle and the fields, and Peter’s mother had a small auntie shop in Nienburg, because farming on such a small farm was not much. Peter wanted to study later.

We went to the house in the kitchen, where the food stood ready on the stove. We felt the plates and went to the table to keep silent. Then the maid came in and greeted us with the words “Hello, you two, do you like it?” She gave us a mischievous look. I looked at her more closely, and found that she did not even look so bad. She was not fat, but had a strong body and big breasts. I was envious of her bosom and wished I had such a bosom. I thought the Peter said he fucks her from time to time and got a stiff in his pants. I wish I had Peter’s in me now and she was playing mine. Kirstin also filled a plate and sat down with us. We ate silently until Kirstin said casually, “Why are you silent, had a nice night, and most gladly.” Peter was all red in the face, and Kirstin said, “There’s no need to be red when it’s a pleasure, but I do not want to listen, but I still had to get some preserving jars from the chamber.” Unfortunately, I still had the fruit jam , And after that it was quiet with you. By the way, I changed your bed today, it does not need to see the spots that were in the sheet and cover “Peter’s room was at the far end of the corridor but next to it was the storage room.