Very friendly neighbours.

I had to leave my parents home,  I had been relocated for my work. I bought a 2 up 2 down first time home with a mostly paved garden. Great no lawn to keep mown, but I did like flowers. I could always have pots or raised beds, that was my passion, PLANTS, amongst one other passion.

Well it was my passion, when I collected the keys, but that was about to change.  First was to get inside sorted before the spring, to collect pots and plants from my parents and get them ready for my summer displays. In the corner of my garden was a good sized shed. It looked untidy from the outside but inside was very clean and tidy. The one window even had curtains hung. The door closed as I stepped inside. I was hanging a hand trowel and fork, when the hook twisted sideways and a hidden door swung open. I gazed into 3 other linked sheds. That were all similar. 3 gorgeous women were sat with drinks, looking back at me.

One of them, probably the leader spoke first.

“Come in, would you like a drink, we have soft drinks,  wine or a spirit. We also offer tea or coffee. She greeted me. I noticed she was showing quite a lot of fabulous leg clad in sheer nylon. The other two were also showing similar amounts of leg.

“Oh a coffee would be wonderful.” I replied.

It was a personal fetish of mine seeing gorgeous legs clad in sheer hosiery.

As the leader moved to stand up her skirt rode up slightly, it afforded me a very sexy glimpse of stocking top and a suspender clasp. It had the effect on me that sight always does. The front of my jeans began to bulge.

“Ooh look what you have done to him, flashing your stocking tops at him.” One of the others told the leader.

The third female joined in my embarrassment.

“I wonder what would happen if we all flashed our stocking tops and suspenders at him.

The second female who was obviously enjoying my embarrassment said.

“Come on girls, line up and flash him.”

They all stood in a line and slowly raised the hems of their skirts until they about an inch below see level. The three who in order of speaking showed. Black stockings with black ruched suspenders, the second, tan stockings with white suspenders and the third tan stockings with red suspenders.

The sight tipped me over the edge, a large damp patch appeared at my crotch.

“Oh babe, you’ve had a orgasm just by looking.” The leader gasped.

The front of my jeans were not just damp. It was wet with my cream.

“Come on girls, this poor lad needs help getting cleaned up.” One of the other two uttered, as she picked up a kitchen paper tissue.

I was totally stunned at the events, my belt was unbuckled and jeans unzipped and lowered.

“Oh look girls, he or should I say she is a cross dresser.” Number two said to the others as she pushed my jeans down.

I might have omitted earlier that I loved to wear feminine underwear, and today was no different. I had been wearing black sheer hold ups and white lacy panties under my jeans.

“Mmmm, this needs a very good clean.” She told the others.

“Make sure you leave some.” The leader uttered.

I felt her ease my panties down, thinking she would use some kitchen roll to start cleaning me. I was wrong she used her lips and tongue to clean me.

She kept humming as she licked and lapped.

“My turn.” the third one uttered as she moved in.

“Mmmm you have got him hard darling.” She gasped as she changed places.

I was in seventh heaven as she sucked me. I was panting and gasping as she stopped short of taking me to a mind shattering orgasm.

“He is ready for you, Tracy.” She said as she stood up.

So the leader of these three is Tracy, I thought, I wonder about the other two. Tracy led me over to one of the sofa’s. I hobbled as my jeans were still round my ankles and my panties just above my knees. She held my hands and lowered me to the sofa laying me down. I noticed the other two refreshing their lipstick. Tracy sat on the edge of the sofa by my shoulder. Leaning forward she gently took hold of me, lowering herself and slid her lips down the length of my cock. Her tongue was dancing over my engorged mushroom head seeking out the remains of my cream. It was an amazing sensation. I have had and given oral sex, but none like I was receiving now.

As Tracy bobbed up and down, I reached round her hip to caress her fabulous sheer stockings and suspender clasps.

“That’s nice, enjoy yourself.” Tracy uttered as she paused sucking me.

My hand crept round to the front of thigh to caress the other strap and stocking top I could reach. Could I reach further to perhaps stroke her pussy? The answer was no! There was a very hard cock there instead.

Oh wow, this is unexpected I thought, looking towards the other two they were sat on the other sofa, their skirts pulled up and panties down. Each had the others cock in their hands, making muttering sounds of pleasure.

“Can I please suck you Tracy?” I asked.

“Oh yes please!” She exclaimed.

She lifted her skirt as she straddled my head, I took careful hold of her swollen love pole and guided it to my mouth. My skills were no match for hers. She began pumping her head on my cock, I was close to explosion. Her hips were pumping her cock in and out of my mouth.

I mumbled my impending orgasm as I felt a tingle in my spine. I tried upward thrusting, but I was pinned to the sofa. Spurt after spurt raced up my urethra and out through the mushroom head that was being manipulated by Tracy’s magic tongue. It was moments later I could feel the swell of Tracy’s cock, then the throb of her when my mouth was suddenly filled with her baby juice. I could almost feel the little live tadpoles as they wriggled on my tongue and down my throat, into my tummy searching for an egg to fertilise. They were doomed to failure. I could hear the other two giving terms of endearment, until one of them gasped loudly.

“Oh you’re making me cum.”

“Me too.” The other replied.

When we had all calmed down we sat together, the others still partially dressed I had replaced my damp panties with a borrowed pair, but removed my trainers and jeans.

Tracy started with the introductions.

“This is Davina, her wife was taken from him by the dreaded C.” Pointing to number 2. This is Nigella her wife ran off with another woman.” You know me as Tracy and I’ve never been married. I lived with my parents until they both passed away. Dad first 10 years ago and Mum 3 years later. None of us have any children so we have pledged our properties to each other. So what about you?” She asked after finishing the introductions.

I told them. I lived with my parents who are both still living. I have no marital ties. Or offspring. My parents suspected my tendency to cross dress from some of the creams I used to remove traces of makeup. My company moved me here, which was a bit of a shock.

“We know about you moving here, what we didn’t know was if you were like us, and if you were, how did we I invite you to our little group of friends. Could you replace Candy. Who was sadly killed in a motoring accident.” Nigella uttered.

“It was accidental that I stumbled on your group.” I told them.

“Please continue with your story sweetheart.” Davina requested

“There’s not much more to tell. I used to go out in the evenings with my undies on under a track suit or joggers. Find a quiet place and swap them for a skirt and blouse or sometimes a dress, I would add a splash of perfume and some lipstick, then just and play with myself, sometimes guys would arrive and I’d end up with smudged lipstick and a mouthful of their cum. Sometimes I’d spit some I’d swallow, depending on the initial taste. Some guys made me swallow by holding my head preventing me from spitting. That’s it really.” I told them.

“What about how you started cross dressing?” Davina asked. “And have you ever had anal sex?” Nigella added.

“I started when my mum accidentally put a pair of her knickers in with my underpants. It was a dark when I dressed for my paper round. They felt wonderful all soft and silky, keeping me tucked in. With my wages a started buying some of my own. I kept them hidden, I had to throw them out when they got too small or worn out. I gradually progressed to trying one of my mums bra’s, which was far more daunting to fit. Adding hold up stockings came later, then I saw a wool dress at a jumble sale. I paid a £1. It was a very good fit. More feminine clothes that I kept secreted away. As for Anal sex. It happened or nearly happened once. I was in a car park, near some woods, when a guy walked over to get oral sex from me. When he was rigid, like iron in my mouth, he pulled out, lifted me to my feet and bent me face down over my boot lid. Literally tearing my white lace panties from me and throwing them in a puddle he aimed himself at my hole then pushed straight in. It was agony. He had his hand over my mouth to prevent me screaming. I managed to wriggle myself away and screamed at him. I thought he was going to hit me, when another car pulled into the car park and he ran into the woods. I got in my car and drove away. When I got home after changing I saw blood on my skirt. I never went back there.” I informed them all.

“Oh you poor girl, I’m sorry for asking.” Nigella said.

“I’m over that now but nervous if anyone should try it again.” I told them.

“Making love for the first time needs lots of time and lubricant to be successful. Our stories are a little different.” Tracy replied as she placed her arm around me pulling me in close.

Davina 1st: “I loved the feel of my late wife’s silky lingerie and gradually started wearing it. I progressed to where I am today, I’ve always felt a little bisexual and now I embrace it whole heartedly.” She told me.

Nigella 2nd: My wife dressed her in lingerie for sex, mostly orally. She introduced me to being penetrated with a strap on. I arrived home from work and found her in bed naked in a 69 with another woman. She wife told him to get out.  After the other woman left she told me her girlfriend sucked her pussy better than I had ever had she said she was leaving to and keep all the kinky lingerie I had bought, all she wanted to keep was her strap on.” Tracy revealed.

“What about you?” I asked Tracy.

“I’ve always had a liking for all things feminine even from a young lad. I’d choose pink shirts, white ankle socks. I fought against having short back and sides hair cuts. I also persuaded my mum to buy me girls shorts for sports. I was no surprise when my first weeks wages was spent of lingerie. Now as I am on my own I can choose what I like.” Tracy replied.

“You are not on your own sweetheart, you have us three and I’m sure 4 gurls can live as happily as 3 if not more so. Do you think my jeans will be dry? I’d like to pop home and change my sticky panties.” I replied.

“Davina get, oh what are we going to call you?” Tracy asked me.

“I’ve never really given myself a name. I always liked the name Carole.” I replied.

“Perfect, Davina get Carole something to protect her modesty.” Tracy instructed.

Opening a cupboard door inside were lots of dresses, skirts and blouses.

Scanning the rack she took out a elasticated waist knee length skirt.

“Slip this on and then you can go and change your panties.” She told me.

I stepped into the skirt and settled it into place. Heading back to my own shed I tried to open the outside door.

“You have to close the secret door, it’s interlocked.” Davina called.

Resetting the door and turning the hook it allowed the outside door to open. Stepping into my garden I looked about and saw my new neighbour looking out of her upstairs window. She waved, I waved back trying to hide my embarrassment . I hurried inside. Kicking off my trainers.  Rushing upstairs to shower I removed the skirt, hold ups and my t-shirt. My cum stained panties went into the washing basket with my jeans. I had a quick shower. Drying I returned to my bedroom I opened my underwear drawer first I clipped a pink bra in place and inserted my falsies. Next I chose suspender tights, I must ask the others where to buy gorgeous suspender belts. Easing the matching pink panties up my nylon clad legs and settling them in place. I slipped on my figure hugging jumper, followed by a simple a line skirt. Footwear was some kitten heel black shoes. Brushing my longish hair, a little touch of rouge and lipstick. Descending the stairs and checking my reflection. Mmmm I think I can pass. When there was a knock at my door. Oh what a nuisance, I wanted to get back to my new gurl friends. I carefully opened the door still on the safety chain. It was my neighbour who had waved to me.

“Can I come in please?” She asked.

TvCarole

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What happens in part 2?