Becoming Julie, part 2 (mast, CD)

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Becoming Julie, part 2 (mast, CD)Becoming Julie, part 2 – The Teen YearsAs a young teen, I suppose everyone finds a way to acquire adult magazines. I had friends who had older brothers, and, you can figure out the rest. As I built my stash, I would have to have hiding places for the mags. Eventually I resorted to the metal (now usually plastic) lockable boxes meant to store file folders of 8.5 x 11 documents. Perfect for porn!I quickly gravitated toward big boobs and big/long hair. At one point in my later years (my 20s, when I have moved out of my parents house) and the collecting was full blown, I even logged each magazine and rated the centerfolds on the attractiveness of : face, hair, tits, cunt (cunt was really a catch-all for everything else.) I know, cunt, such an ugly word, but I didn’t mean it in an ugly way. I could have said “pussy”, but the other choices were one syllable, so…Anyway, having many cousins, they would come to visit for a week at a time in the summer. They always marveled at my collection. We were too young to be openly masturbating at the time, but the pictures aroused us greatly.Once I took a Playboy centerfold, one of a cute girl, but not one of my favorites, mounted it on poster board, the cut a hole where her lovely bush was showing. I taped it to my bunkbed at just the height where I could stick my hard cock into it and fuck it. Hm. I suppose I was masturbating by that time! I showed my cousins the “fucktoy picture” and of course they wanted to try it, too. I have to say, I was so aroused watching them strip and get hard and fuck the picture I’d created and fucked. Several of them had bigger cocks than I did, and I really, really wanted to touch them, but I never asked to do so. Too frightened! What if they told on me? Looking back, I guess they would have gotten into trouble, too.Once I made the mistake of leaving one of the metal porn stash boxes hidden in a separate garage, with no heat or cooling, in the summertime. When I went back a week later, all the precious porn had molded, and I had to ditch it. Never again!Playboy and Penthouse were the easiest to get. Playboy had the classier chicks, and often with bigger tits, but Penthouse had good-looking girls also, PLUS the FORUM and CALL ME MADAM sections, where stories abounded. I eagerly read those. I most enjoyed any stories featuring türkçe bahis titfucking and cocksucking. As we all know, one of the first hair fetish stories was published there, and a few more followed. I LOVED those. There were fewer still stories featuring smoking, but the few I found were like manna from heaven!About that time, my parents got divorced. No sense going into why. I lived with my Mom at first. I was a latchkey k**, which gave me ample time to indulge my growing fetishes. Mom enjoyed her magazines, everything from Cosmo to Redbook and etc. So many of them at the time featured the Mark Eden breast enhancement ads. (I seem to remember a cup you put over your breast and ran warm water through, to supposedly increase blood flow and make your breasts grow.) I would take those ads from her magazines, once I was sure she was through with them. I would also remove shampoo ads if the girl had beautiful hair. Of course I had to have the Virginia Slims ads, and when they arrived, the MAX120 ads! I kept the clippings in a folder, along with stories I had written (I wish I had kept them, but they were the victims of one of my periodic purges.) One was from a male perspective, me finding a sexy woman who met my fetishes and made them real. But increasingly, my stories were written from a female perspective, me being the bimbo, happily. Just as the Bill Ward girls in JUGGS and CLUB magazines, the bimbo-me was only too happy to suck cock, give titfucks, and hairjobs (the guy would fuck my stiffly sprayed big updo / bouffant / beehive, or I would masturbate him with my long showgirl / Godiva locks. Either way, he would spurt all over my hair, which I settled on alternately platinum-blonde for the slut look, or jet-black / blue-black, for the dome look but also so the white sperm would show up so well in contrast on my dark hair! My fantasies were flowing full-speed now!Time alone after school also afforded me my first opportunity to cross-dress. I would go into Mom’s hamper (I used her dirty clothes to not risk having a clean item she wanted soiled or missing), and get out a blouse, and then whatever other soft items I could find: undergarments, more blouses, etc. Just nothing scratchy. I remember it was the time polyester was in, so many of the blouses were bright-colored, and some a bit stretchy. I would güvenilir bahis siteleri slip on a blouse (otherwise naked) and button up the buttons. The feel of a silky woman’s blouse on my torso and arms always gave me an instant erection! But then came the better part. I would take the other items and separate them into two roughly equal piles. Then I would make as good a ball-shape as I could, then stuff them up under the bottom of the blouse to make my “breasts”. It was so thrilling to be pushing and shaping as my “tits” appeared on my chest, making me that much closer to the bimbo I wanted to be. I would run my hands over and over my “Jugs”, getting harder and harder, more and more aroused. At times I was silent, at times I moaned, and a few times I even spoke out loud, “Oh baby I want to suck your cock!” When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I would go into the bathroom and jack off into the toilet, wipe off with a bit of toilet paper, and flush away the evidence. Then all Mom’s clothes went back into her hamper, with non-used items on top to allay any fears she’d find out. Oh my, having big soft boobies was GREAT! But, I needed more.Having odd jobs in the neighborhood, mowing lawns, raking leaves, helping with household repairs (even if just fetching more nails or another tool), gave me a small but significant amount of disposable income. Then came the day. I saw an ad for Wigmaker wigs in one of Mom’s magazines. Since I got home from school before Mom got home from work, I could intercept the mail. I took a chance and sent away for their free catalog. It came within two weeks. It was a line-drawing, black and white catalog, but the pictures were nice. Most of the “models” looked a bit aloof and haughty (meaning femdom to me, though I didn’t know the term at the time.) I honestly don’t know the model of the one that caught my eye, but it seemed to me to have the biggest volume of hair. I made my selection, put the order form and cash in the mail (back when it was relatively safe to do so), and waited. Again, about two weeks later, the mail arrived … late at night, maybe 7 PM. We were eating dinner, and thru our mail slot dropped envelopes and a package in a padded envelope. I rushed to get it before Mom did. The return address confirmed my hopes! I took it up to my room right then, and cam back güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri to finish dinner. Mom asked if I had gotten a package, and I said yes, another paperback book (I was ordering used books thru the mail way before Amazon days.)The next day, in my “me” time, I opened the package. The wig was silver-gray, not the platinum-blonde I had ordered, but overall the color choice was cool because it looked like smoke to me. And was it big and fluffy when I shook it out? I quicly got my “manchesters” on, then, trembling, settled the wig onto my head! It was voluminous enough that when I shook my head, some of the tresses would swish onto my face, lashing me with womanly sexiness! You can imagine how short a time it took me to climax, and it was literally the biggest orgasm of my life to that point! Big tits and sexy hair, bimboland, here I cum!I enjoyed my cross-dressing get-up for months, then I had to try something different. I put the wig onto one of those large Nerf balls (to simulate a head), and started rubbing my hard cock on it. OMG it felt wonderful! I would stick my dick into a thick area and slowly pull it up and out, messing up the wig’s built-in style a bit, but putting exquisite pressure on my throbbing cum-clitty (as I had started thinking of my cock by then.) it wasn’t long before my sperm boiled out … and I didn’t go to the bathroom … I spurted my big excited load from my thrilled cock RIGHT ONTO THE WIG! I was thrilled to see the thick white come dripping over the sexy tresses, dripping down thru the locks onto the scalp of the wig. It was like I had just hairfucked a girl (or another CD, as I was often fantasizing now) and got to blow my “money shot” all over her HAIR! I didn’t know anything about the physics of cum loads at the time, so I left the wig on the Nerf-head and let it dry for next time. When next time came around, I found the hair was crusty and matted when my load had landed, and the hair seemed a bit darker. It was arousing to wear the spermed wig, and to imagine I’d been hairfucked earlier “that night” and now I was able to jerk off to the memory of it. I “streaked” the wig more and more, since it was such a powerful thrill. Eventually, as any of you know who had a “special towel” you would cum on or use to clean up your ejaculations, the dried cum takes on a sickly-sweet aroma. In a way it was thrilling, knowing it was come, but in a way it also seemed soiled. Love/hate from the boy/girl. Decisions, decisions. Well, the decision to perform my first purge of items was made for me. I was going to live with Dad now. Stay tuned for part 3!

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