Wow! Sharing international CDing adventures! I grew up in New Jersey, on the east coast of the USA. Behind our home was about a thousand acres of woods for us to busy ourselves in. Besides shooting our .22s and fishing in the ponds that were on the other side of the woods, there was a golf club, with a pool. This pool was where we had the real fun. The people using the pool during the day, hung their bathing suits up on a line. the lights were turned off at 12:00 PM and we jumped the fence and got naked immediately. We hit the pool very quietly, you never knew if there was a guard around. No diving or splashing. The nights in July and August were warm and with a full moon, almost magical. During one of these mystical evenings, I got the bright idea that I wanted to know what it felt like to dress and swim in a girls bathing suit. It was a crazy idea, but a compelling one. There they were, all I had to do was go get one off the line and put it on. It was too simple! Too irresistible! It felt lovely! It was like a pack of firecrackers going off in my head. Bob, the guy I was with, put his arm around me when I came out of the pool. At that moment, I knew I had been born in the wrong body. I had suspected it for a long time, but I knew it for sure then. I guess the feelings were the same for both of us because he guided me down to his cock and I put up no resistance. After a couple of moments, we moved into the shadows where we could not be seen (This was the late 1950s). This was not the first time we had played. We had been playing for some time, but I couldn't make him cum or he, me. This night, he played me down in the grass face down and said to me," Remember when we heard that that guy say that an asshole is as good as a cunt? " I didn't reply, because I knew what was coming next. I was going to get my first fucking and there wasn't much I could do about it! Bob was wet with my saliva and shortly and painfully I got to know what else a girl knows. Curiously, although it hurt like hell there was something deliciously "Bad" about it. Bob and I never tried it again. Although, I often dreamed about it. I think it would have easier with a quick second. As it was , I had to wait a long while before I could enjoy that pleasure again.

Terri