I had made a habit of going for an evening run just before sunset in a local park. I always wore either lycra cycle shorts or lycra leggings on my lower half and a lycra teeshirt either long or short sleeved or a muscle vest, depending on the temperature. I was in leggings and a long sleeved top when I became aware of a similarly clad figure catching me up. I've always enjoyed looking at athletic bodies in lycra which conceals from direct view yet gives a very clear indication of body shape and details, especially the bulging bits be they genitals on men or breasts on women. A curvaceous bottom clad in lycra is always a delightful sight whether male or female. So I turned round to glance at this fellow runner who appeared to be a young man in his mid twenties with a very nicely toned body and quite a package between his legs. I slowed down a little and as he drew level, so did he. "Do you run here regularly?", he asked to which I replied "most days". He then complimented me on my running outfit and made it clear that he too had a liking for tight fitting revealing garments. I replied that I could see he did as his leggings were now bulging with the very clear outline of a large erect penis being held against his abdomen by the tight leggings. He blushed and muttered something about being turned on by my nice endowment between my legs. I thought it likely that he was homosexually inclined by the way he had approached me, by his comments about my bulge and, most significantly, by the way his cock had swelled significantly between my first glance back and our current chat.

I asked him if I could feel the smoothness of his leggings which resulted in an enthusiastic "Yes, of course. Feel as much as you like!". I couldn't resist an invitation like that and as we were approaching a wooded area in the park, I suggested we could take a detour into the woods for a little more privacy. He was all in favour and once we had reached my favourite secluded clearing, he reacted to my fondlings and caresses by returning the favour and very soon he was embracing me and french kissing me while one hand was exploring the crevice between my buttocks. I too was very hard by now and I asked him what sexual activities he enjoyed. "Pretty well anything although I'm not into pain." was his reply so I asked him if he'd like to relieve his stiffness by sliding his erection into my arsehole. I was watching his bulge as I asked the question and the way his cock twitched as my question registered in his brain was answer enough for me. I peeled down my dark green leggings until my anus was exposed and then I stood with legs apart leaning against a tree as I waited for him to prepare for action. As I glanced back he was lowering his silver-grey leggings, his cock springing to a horizontal position as he did so. I had no worries about lubrication as his leggings had shown a broad wet spot where his penis had oozed lubrication in anticipation of sliding into a tight orifice. I waited expectantly as he approached, lining up his penis for a smooth entry. I felt the well lubricated moist tip of his helmet - he had peeled back his foreskin - touch my anus as it nestled into the centre of my rosette before he started pushing, gently at first and then with gradually increasing force until my sphincter yielded and with a thrill I felt him slide all the way in, filling my rectum with his hot meat. He was enjoying the feeling of my anus gripping his cock and he started a regular withdraw and insert motion, slowly at first but gradually increasing in speed as he became more excited and my arsehole became used to the presence of his magnificent weapon. He maintained the fucking action for a considerable time before giving in to his impending orgasm which brought a yell of delight as he thrust as deep as he could while pumping my innards full of his love juice. I was sorry to feel him slip out as he softened but we pulled up our leggings, attempted to make the wet spots on both our leggings less visible and then, after exchanging phone numbers and names, we went our separate ways. I'm looking forward to seeing Graham again!

I used to be a member of a gym that had a spa (USA: hot tub), a jacuzzi for several people with water jets all around the sides and in the floor so that it was always a seething bubbling 'cauldron' of hot water. Because of the bubbling and movement, you couldn't see below the surface which meant I could lower my swimming trunks and adjust my position so that my anus was immediately in front of a water jet. The feeling was like a combination of a probing tongue, a penis pushing to get in and a gush of hot fresh urine with an added stimulation unique to a warm water jet so it was an extremely enjoyable feeling. On a cruise ship with several of these hot tubs there was one where the jets must have been a little more powerful than I was used to because, although I don't remember the force being enough to open my anus, it must have been and so I was effectively being given a mineral water enema without even realising it - until I decided to get out, that is, at which point I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to empty my bowels. Fortunately there was a toilet adjacent to the hot tub but even so I temporarily lost control before I got there. Once in a cubicle I lowered my trunks, expecting to find a brown mess but there was nothing but wetness there which was a very pleasant surprise. As I gave in to the internal need for relief, the feeling and sounds were those of diarrhoea and initially I woondered whether I'd caught a tummy bug but when I'd finished and I saw what I'd emptied from my bowels, it was mainly water with a small amount of poo colouring the water brown. That observation, together with the initial release of clean water from my arse led me to my enema conclusion which was confirmed by my not having any further bowel problems which I surely would have had with a tummy bug. I was a little more careful in the hot tubs after that but it didn't stop me enjoying my anal stimulation many more times during the cruise, although the enema experience was not repeated. I shall have to rejoin the gym and see if I can repeat my hot tub enema.

I shared accommodation with a friend of mine for some months during which we also shared a bed. He was very much the female partner and it became a regular morning activity for him to get on all fours on the bed naked while I, also naked, would stand on the floor, lubricate his arsehole and slide my stiff member deep inside him, fucking him until he could take no more - I'm rather a late-cummer. Sometimes I would come inside him; other times I'd wank off after withdrawing if he couldn't stand the pace.

One morning I awoke early facing away from my friend with him facing me. I backed up a little to bring our silky nightdress clad bodies into contact only to find that, although asleep, he had a lovely firm erection. I couldn't miss an opportunity like this so I managed to lubricate my anus without waking him and I gently manoeuvred myself until his rigid cock was inside me. It was at this point that he woke up but, despite his preference for the female role, he generously accepted the situation and started a rhythmic thrusting which enhanced my pleasure significantly over just having a stationary stiff penis inside me. I loved the feel of his cock which had a slightly tapered shape sliding in and out, stretching my anus wider the farther in he went and reducing the stretch a little as he withdrew. The sex went on for some time before he reached the 'vinegar strokes' with the inevitable pulsing as the contents of his balls were pumped deep inside my rectum. It was a great way to start the day.

Hi All.
I'm overwhelmed by the number of nice comments written about my photos. I had a great photo session on Sunday morning (6th Dec) and it's so good that so many of you enjoyed them enough to add comments. NBN is wonderful the way I can be who I want to be, indulge in my hobbies and share photos and stories with like minded people and get responses back.
Thanks again to all of you who commented on my photos (not just the recent ones), who wrote emails to me, and to those who just enjoy my photos and/or blogs.
It's great to be appreciated. I love you all.
Love and hugs, Joanna.

A few years ago Fiona, a transvestite I met at a TV club, and I, also a TV, became friends. Every few weeks he would come round straight after work with his feminine things in a holdall and change into his femme self at my house. Initially it was just in preparation for a night out together at a TV club but one evening he mentioned that he'd brought with him a video of him using a dildo up his bottom and would I like to see it. I said "Yes", and he put the cassette into the VCR. As we watched him I asked if he'd ever had a real penis up his arse to which he replied "No" so I asked him if he'd like to try one, i.e. mine.

He replied that he would and very soon we'd stopped the video and I had pulled my panties down and put a condom on my now rigid cock. By this time he was bending over and pulling down his panties so there I was with an expectant virgin arse awaiting its first penis and my cock stiff and ready for action. I used plenty of lubricant on both my cock and in his arse before I moved my cock into contact with his rosette and gently pushed. It was a wonderful feeling as I felt his anus give way and I slid inside. Many minutes of rhythmic partial withdrawal and reinsertion up to the hilt followed before I could no longer hold back and I came in huge spurts deep inside Fiona's arse.

I then asked him if he'd return the favour. He was as keen as I was and after a while to recover, he sat down with his big stiffy vertical and I positioned myself above him and lowered myself until I felt the tip of his cock in contact with my arse hole. I then moved around a little to get his cock aligned with the centre of my arse and then slowly lowered myself onto his weapon. I love the feeling as my anus finally yields to a nice stiff intruder, especially if that intruder is a friend's hard cock. I rode him for a while before suggesting that we change position. Still keeping his penis inside my arse we manoeuvred ourselves until I was kneeling on a chair and he was standing behind me. Now it was time for him to do the work and I kept still as he gave me a really good fucking, eventually coming inside me as he buried his shaft to the hilt deep in my rectum.

We had many happy similar evenings but his circumstances changed and although we still see each other occasionally, the intimate evenings are now just happy memories.

I wake as Joanna shakes me; she's already dressed and ready to go out, her outfit comprising a skin tight light grey top with the bra outline clearly visible and tight black lycra leggings with a visible panty line and in front I can just make out the slight unevenness caused by her Y-fronts; she loves wearing male underwear and encourages my love of feminine clothing. This morning she's laid out for me on the bed a white shiny silky blouse, a pair of bottle green cotton interlock schoolgirl knickers and a pair of olive green side-fastening slacks to wear over them. As usual I need to use the toilet when I awake but this morning I'm so late that Joanna tells me there's no time for anything other than putting on my clothes and leaving for the shopping centre. However, before I remove my pink frilly nightie, she makes me bend over and, with the aid of a little vaseline, she inserts a suppository up my arse. I do as instructed, pulling on my soft cotton knickers, revelling in the feel of the girlish knickers against my cock and balls and the elastic around my legs. The blouse and slacks soon follow and I am ready for the trip to town.

It takes about 15 minutes and I am soon thinking that I should have used the toilet, even if it had made us a little later, but Joanna knows what she wants for me, and I too have a certain pleasure in anticipating what will shortly be inevitable. We reach the shopping centre but as usual have problems parking; we drive around for 5 minutes before eventually finding a space. By now I am feeling the pressure in my bladder and the suppository is also contributing to my discomfort. As we walk towards the shops, we pass our favourite bench seat, just a wide plank of wood on two supporting pillars. Joanna tells me to sit down and she climbs astride me and facing me so that our crotches are as close as they can be, separated only by Y-fronts, lycra leggings, slacks and school knickers. It's at this point that I know what's imminent, and it's not my needs that are about to be relieved for I wasn't the only one who didn't use the toilet before we departed. My expectations are fulfilled as I feel a spreading warmth as Joanna empties her bladder, the warm golden liquid flooding her underpants and leggings and my slacks and knickers. Her black leggings barely show the broad wet stain, unlike my olive green slacks which show a blatant wet patch around my groin. Although embarrassing, it does have the advantage that when my bladder finally forces relief, it won't make much difference.

As we enter the shopping centre, I notice that several people are glancing down at my wetness, some with expressions of curiosity, some with disgust and some with obvious pleasure. We enter a women's clothes shop and Joanna tells me to go to the lingerie section and choose some underwear. I love feeling the silk, lace and frills of feminine panties, slips, bras and petticoats and I thrill with the embarrassment of doing so in public while not only wearing obviously feminine clothes but with my embarrassing large wet patch also clearly visible. Joanna finds me fondling some french knickers but suggests that some panties on the bottom shelf would also appeal. She knows that crouching down to view the suggested panties will increase pressure on my already distended anus and so it turns out, but this time the internal pressure, enhanced by the suppository, proves too much and it is with great relief but further embarrassment that I feel my anus opening without control and a spasm of contraction takes over as a huge soft warm mass slides out into my knickers. The expulsion of the contents of my rectum seems to last forever as I crouch there, feeling the mess spreading around my buttocks and balls, some oozing upwards towards my waist. By now I don't care any more and almost without realizing I start emptying my bladder too. Again the flow seems eternal and I am lost in the bliss of the warm flood enveloping my belly, cock, balls, buttocks and thighs. I am completely oblivious to my surroundings as I fill my knickers with my brown and yellow waste and to the wet puddle I am creating on the carpet as my bladder empties. It is at this point that with a sequence of convulsive jerks, my balls also empty their full load of semen into my knickers. As I stand up, feeling a little faint, Joanna suggests that I return to the car while she finishes her shopping. I can tell from her expression that she too had an orgasm as she watched me in the throes of using my knickers as a toilet for I know that this was what she had planned for me all along. I'm looking forward to next week's shopping trip!

I'd gone for a walk in a local park with lakes and woods and certain secluded spots known for 'private' activities. I was wearing a blouse, women's thigh-length light control panties with lace trimmed legs under a pair of women's shorts and as I rested on a path-side bench, another guy came along and sat beside me. He made no move other than to look for some time at my crotch area and then he walked off, looking back at me occasionally. I decided to follow and noticed that he was heading for a bird hide. When I reached the hide he was sitting in it facing the bird sanctuary with his back to the public path. I went in and sat beside him only to find that he'd got his cock out and was playing with it. I pulled up the leg of my shorts to show him my lace-trimmed undies and asked if he'd like to slide his cock between my buttocks. He replied with an enthusiastic "Oh yes" and we walked together to a secluded 'activity area' in the woods. On arrival I undid my shorts and lowered my panties as he again extracted his cock from his underpants. As I stood with my back to him I felt a moist tip sliding between my buttocks and before I knew it he had slipped it right inside my arse. He started sliding it in and out and then another couple of guys arrived. I wasn't keen on group activity with complete strangers so I disengaged and turned to face my new partner who was very close to coming and shot his load over my cock as I prepared to pull up my panties and shorts. As I left, one of the newcomers said how he'd enjoyed watching me being buggered. I walked home with my spunky cock reminding me of my recent pleasure.

After James and I had revealed most of our innermost desires to each other, I started to think how I could use James' love of tight lycra to persuade him to try women's underwear which I found very arousing on a male body. At the shop where I had bought my ra-ra skirt and silky nightdress, I found some thigh length tight satin lycra control panties with lace trim at waist and legs; I guessed James would be a size 14, which was also my size, and I bought two, one in black and one in white.

Next time I saw James I invited him round to my rooms and suggested that he bring an assortment of his favourite lycra gear which he could model for me and I'd model my favourite outfits for him. I didn't mention my latest acquisition from the charity shop in the High Street, a full length wedding dress in white satin with a full skirt and "Little Bo Peep" style bodice with a multi-layered underskirt which filled out the dress below the waist. Under this I was going to wear my new white control panties which I hoped James would like enough to want to wear the black ones.

At the appointed time James arrived wearing a loose fitting silky track suit top and matching bottoms although I was sure he was wearing something even sexier underneath. His look of amazement as I opened the door in full makeup with a long-haired wig and in my wedding dress was a delight to see. As soon as I'd closed the door he embraced me and kissed me full on the mouth saying, "God, I never realised you could be so sexy - you're just beautiful!". As my hand found his groin, I could tell that my appearance was certainly having an effect as his cock was rigid and tenting out the front of his trousers, despite the effect of the lycra shorts underneath attempting to restrict his penis - as I observed when he removed his trousers and top to reveal a tight amber sleeveless muscle vest showing every detail of the body underneath, especially his now erect nipples which I gently caressed with my fingers. His trousers came off next to show his tight white lycra shorts which were bulging alarmingly at the front. I led the way into my bedroom where I climbed onto the bed on all fours as I said to James, "Do what you want with me, please!"

I looked back to see him lowering his tight shorts to let his rampant rod achieve its natural horizontal position and he then proceeded to lift the skirt of my wedding dress followed by layer after layer of my petticoat with mounting excitement as he sought the ultimate destination for his rigid tool whose tip was now glistening with pre-cum in anticipation of its imminent new home. Eventually the final layer was lifted to reveal my long tight white panties and James' cock twitched as he saw them and pulled them down to expose my most intimate orifice. I moved my arse towards James' penis as it moved forward until that ecstatic moment arrived when I felt his moist helmet contact my soft pink anus which dilated to accept the intruder as he gently pushed his way in. The feeling of James' penis sliding into me was quite different from the feel of Adrian's cock. Although Adrian had been gentle and loving, There was a hesitancy with James as it was his first penetration of another person which added to the experience. Despite his urgency, James was gentle and took his time sliding all the way in. either out of consideration for my tender arse hole or to prolong his own exquisite delight as he felt my gently squeezing anus sliding down his shaft until it gripped the very base of his cock whose tip was as deep inside me as it could get. A slightly quicker partial withdrawal followed as he began to fuck me in earnest then a more urgent thrusting as his intial controlled penetration yielded to his instinct to fuck me harder. I was in heaven as his pistoning penis repeatedly thrust and withdrew with gradually increasing urgency and pace until a final thrust attempted to go even deeper but this time stayed at maximum penetration as I felt it pulse as a huge load of hot fresh semen was relentlessly pumped deep inside me accompanied a long groan from James as he orgasmed explosively, our bodies united in ecstasy. Strangely, James' cock retained its hardness and it was obvious that he didn't want to pull out, just as I didn't want to lose the lovely feelings of a well stretched anus and a full rectum. so We manoeuvred ourselves until we were lying side by side on the bed with James' cock still firmly inside my tight arse and in that position we both drifted off to sleep.

I was awoken by James' cock sliding out of my arse as it eventually softened and James awoke at the same time. I got off the bed, produced the black control panties and asked James if he'd like to try them on. He was enthusiastic in his positive reply and as he pulled them up after stepping out of his white shorts, his cock began to regain its former stiffness which made a very sexy frontal bulge as James finally pulled the panties all the way up. He commented that they felt as good as his lycra shorts and that the lace trim gave an added thrill as he knew that they were designed to caress a cunt rather than a cock and balls. James then expressed his need for a pee and I thought this was an opportunity to discover his views on watersports as I too was ready to empty my bladder. I said "Wait a minute." as I removed my wedding dress, petticoat and wig and suggested that we both do it in the shower. James removed his muscle vest and was about to remove his panties but I said, "No, keep the panties on for now - you look good in them." So two pantie-clad males went into the shower and I pressed my crotch against his as I said to him "Do it now, in your panties, just for me, please!". James' expression was a little dubious but he complied with my request and it was with a different sort of thrill that I felt a warm wetness invade my panties as he relaxed his bladder whose contents flowed out through his panties and also into mine. After he had finished I asked "Did you enjoy that?" His reply was "Yes I did, but I'd never have thought wetting myself could be a pleasure. Maybe it was because you were there." I then asked him if he'd like to experience a fresh load of pee from me and he agreed so I let my bladder empty and as James had positioned his crotch just below mine by now, he received most of the pee as it soaked through his already wet panties. Again he expressed a delighted surprise at the experience and commented that we must do it again. We both then showered in our panties which we subsequently removed so that we could clean each others cocks, balls and arses with soapy caresses and gently probing fingers. Once again a new milestone had been reached in our relationship and we both looked forward to many more future intimacies.

When I had encountered my old friend James in the quad last week, I had been wearing a white satin ra-ra skirt over pink frilly panties and under those a pair of incontinence pants which were rather wet and full. James had teased me at the time and I had been relieved that our friendship seemed unchanged, other than his now knowing about my transvestite inclinations. My sexual orientation hadn't even been discussed but I soon learned what James had assumed ...

I went round to spend the evening with James the following Saturday, understanding that we'd be going out for a drink and maybe meet up with some friends. I was dressed in a fairly unisex outfit of plain blouse and slacks but when James opened the door to let me in, he was wearing a burgundy leotard with thigh length legs - definitely not for going out. James then explained that he too had a feminine streak but his clothing inclinations were for tight garments that showed off his slim athletic body. He told me he had quite a collection of lycra shorts, tights, tops, leotards and complete body suits. Until now I had thought his current leotard was simply a gymnast's garment but when James turned around for the first time after my arrival I noticed a nicely finished cut out revealing a small area of naked skin on his buttocks and around his anus. He certainly wouldn't need to remove the leotard if he wanted to grant access to his arse hole and I began to wonder whether our friendship was about to develop into something a lot more intimate.

James bent down to pick up something from the floor and his puckered anus was clearly visible as he bent over. I felt I had to make some comment just to break the ice and I commented on the rather unusual modification to the leotard.
"Oh I bought it deliberately for that feature", James candidly admitted. "Although I don't dress in feminine clothes, I've long had a fantasy of playing the female role in a sexual relationship with another man. I hope this won't affect our friendship but you were so open with me last week in the quad that I felt it only fair to be equally frank with you. Are you shocked?"
"Shocked, no. Surprised, yes, but I'm honoured that you consider me a good enough friend to reveal this side of yourself to me. I too am inclined that way."
At this, James came over to me and gave me a big hug. "I'm really lucky to have a friend like you who understands", he said, and then he told me that he had a videotape of transexuals performing all sorts of sexual activities and would I like to see it. I'd never seen any hardcore porn at this stage of my life and my curiosity was aroused.
"I'd love to" I replied and he immediately got the cassette out of a cupboard and put it into the recorder. A few minutes to rewind the tape and we were ready.

I watched, heart thumping, as two transexuals walked into shot in a hotel bedroom, both looking very feminine. It wasn't long before they slowly removed their clothes revealing bulging panties which were then lowered and one transexual, Tina, caressed her cock to a semi-hard state and offered it to the now kneeling Vanessa who took it into her mouth and began working on it with enthusiasm. I was feeling my penis rising with anticipation and I glanced across at James to see him rubbing a swelling bulge in the front of his leotard. My slacks were restricting the expansion of my cock and, after my 'tutorials' with Dr Roberts, I had no hesitation in removing the slacks, under which I was wearing some women's soft cotton white stretchy briefs which by now were bulging alarmingly. At this point Vanessa on the screen had turned around, got on the bed on all fours with her buttocks towards us and was smiling invitingly at Tina who approached with her fully erect cock ready for action. The camera zoomed in as the head of Tina's penis approached, touched and then gently pushed its way into Vanessas arse.

I heard James moving around and saw him applying some gel to his anus, obviously expecting a visitor to enter his most intimate hole. Remembering my pleasures in Dr. Roberts' rooms, and feeling very horny myself, I frulfilled James' expectations and approached his backside as he kneeled on his armchair. The TV screen was ignored as I became entranced at the prospect of taking the active role in a sexual act with my best friend. His spread legs revealed his glistening inviting rosette as he pleaded
"Fuck me John. Fuck me. I want you inside me!"
This was the first time my penis had ever been inside anyone else and it was harder than it had ever been. I applied some of the gel to ease its entrance and got an indescribable thrill as the tip came into contact with James' anus which then pushed back and as I gently pushed forward I felt his ring opening to admit its first foreign guest. Once the tip had penetrated, the rest of the shaft slid in easily and I was in heaven as I felt James' rectal muscles contract and squeeze my cock. I couldn't help but withdraw and then push in again in response to his actions and soon we had a regular rhythm going. He was making delighted groans and sighs as I pumped my throbbing meat into his male cunt and his sounds, coupled with the rising stimulation of the nerves in my cock were slowly but inevitably pushing me to the point of no return. I tried to hold back, to prolong the intense pleasure, but eventually I had to give in and wave after wave of my orgasm enveloped me as my cock pumped copious spurt after copious spurt of thick creamy semen deep inside James' arse. I almost collapsed with the intensity of the experience but I managed to stay inside James as my balls completed the delivery of their contents. I felt my penis lose its stiffness and it slowly slid out of James, followed by a trickle of semen as James' arse took a while to close after the recent activity.

James got up and hugged me and said that what we had done was the most wonderful experience of his life. I told him that I too had never experienced anything like it and added that we'd have to do it again some time. James was over the moon at this as he had feared that I might not have enjoyed it enough to want to repeat the experience. I assured him that this was not so and I also suggested that he might like to take the active role next time.
"OK. I'll give it a try, but I certainly couldn't manage anything now!" I looked down to see that the front of his leotard was soaked and oozing semen where he had ejaculated almost simultaneously with my orgasm. We both stripped off and went into his shower together where we lathered, rubbed and rinsed each others' bodies, as we entered a new phase of our friendship.

It had long been a dream of mine to wear a miniskirt and flash my panties in public but I didn't even own a miniskirt. I decided to put this right and, seeing that a shop in town was having a sale, I wandered in to look at the dresses, blouses, skirts, underwear, etc. that were all a delight to my youthful gaze. I found a very short ra ra skirt in white satin and a very short little-girl style summer dress in pink. A long silky nightdress in cream, two pairs of rhumba panties with rows of frills, a white suspender belt and 5 pairs of black nylons completed my purchases. However, remembering my involuntary release of pee the previous week, I visited Boots to see what they had in incontinence wear. I was delighted to find that they sold padded absorbent briefs for adults and I bought a pack of ten, hoping that I'd chosen the right size.

Dr. Roberts had arranged my next tutorial for late evening after dinner so it was dark and I decided to risk the white mini skirt with pink satin rhumba panties underneath, not forgetting a pair of sexy black stockings held up by my suspender belt. I debated whether to carry my incontinence pants (or nappy knickers as I prefer to call them) with me or wear them under my rhumba panties which were big enough to cover them. I decided on the latter option as the nappy knickers bulked out my panties giving my bottom a more feminine look. I was very nervous as I crossed the quad and climbed the stairs to Dr. Roberts' rooms, but I needn't have worried as, although I encountered a few students, in the dark with my naturally long hair I passed as a girl. I was hoping that Dr. Roberts would approve of my new look and I was not disappointed. When I entered his study he exclaimed,
"Wow! You look absolutedly stunning John, and very sexy."
He was also dressed differently in a figure-hugging teeshirt and tight lycra cycle shorts - Dr Roberts was a keen cyclist so an unexpected visitor would not have been shocked at this tutorially unconventional outfit. His next remark surprised me,
"But dressed like that I can hardly call you 'John'. Have you thought of adopting a girl's name?"
"Er, no, but I've always liked the name Alison."
"Alison it is then. You'll always be Alison when you're in my rooms, OK? And while we're on the subject of names, please call me Adrian as 'Dr. Roberts' is a little formal considering our relationship, or would you prefer 'Uncle Adrian'."
"Oh yes please - Uncle Adrian. That's a wonderful idea."
"Now would you fetch me my briefcase? It's by the door."
To pick up the briefcase I had to bend down with my back to Adrian and he couldn't have failed to see my frilly pink panties bulging over my nappy knickers, not to mention the white suspenders and black stocking tops.
"Very pretty panties too. You really have made an effort this evening, haven't you? Am I being a little too inquisitive or do you have some padding under your panties?"
"Thankyou sir, and yes, I am wearing padding under my panties." I then explained about my accident the previous week and how I didn't want to spoil my new panties should a similar accident occur, hence the nappy knickers. Uncle Adrian expressed approval and commented how it made me even more of a little girl. As he said this he got up from the sofa and hugged me, his right hand around me while his left squeezed my bottom as he felt the panties and nappy knickers. We were so close I could feel a growing bulge in his lightweight cycle shorts which promised another exciting 'tutorial' and I also felt my penis swell and stiffen in anticipation.

I joined Uncle Adrian on the sofa for a very rapid run through my essay before he started fondling me all over, remarking that if I was going to wear skirts and dresses, I really ought to consider a bra and some falsies, not forgetting makeup and perfume and a handbag. He thought I could make a very convincing girl, even in broad daylight. He then leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth. It was my first kiss as I'd always been hesitant with girls at school and it was much better than I had imagined. But a different part of Uncle Adrian's anatomy was needing attention; as I caressed him in return, I felt a slipperyness in his cycle shorts where his cock had oozed a little pre-cum. He led the way to his bedroom and told me to get on the bed on all fours with my sexy arse towards him. He removed his cycle shorts and then pulled down my panties and nappy knickers to reveal his target. Again he applied lubricant to my intimate hole or 'cunt' as he called it before I again felt the tip of his penis pushing at my sphincter. This time I didn't need any further instruction and I was able to relax as Adrian's thick long cock slowly penetrated my arse, stretching me as it slid in, inch by inch, until it was totally inside me. The feeling this time was even better than before as I knew what to expect so my nervousness had gone and I was able to relax and enjoy the sexy sensations in my arse as Adrian's thrusting began. This time he fondled my nipples and kissed my back as he thrust and withdrew with mounting excitement until he could restrain himself no longer and his rhythmic pumping increased in tempo until with a long groan of ecstasy he emptied his balls into me. I didn't want him to pull out and again I begged him to stay inside me as I flexed my sphincter, squeezing and releasing his cock to regain its hardness and the wonderful feeling of fullness which I so enjoyed when he was erect inside me. Although we hadn't discussed the subject, he remembered that he had peed inside me on that first occasion and, to my surprise, I suddenly felt a gush of hot piss deep inside my rectum as again he emptied his bladder inside me. I must admit that this part of his lovemaking did give me an immense thrill and I was particularly pleased to have bought the nappy knickers as now I had no worries about embarassing wet patches on my panties or skirt. A couple of minutes later he withdrew, making sure the nappy knickers were positioned to catch any leakage. I then pulled up my nappy knickers and panties, smoothed down my skirt and again joined uncle Adrian on the sofa. After a coffee and a chat and a goodbye hug and kiss, I left to face the dangers of being recognised as I crossed the quad to my rooms.

I was about halfway to my rooms when a contraction in my bowels forced a spurt of Adrian's urine to be released into my nappy knickers, but this time the feelings down below were of a more serious and pressing nature; I hadn't done a poo since my first-thing-in-the-morning dump and another was waiting to be released, stimulated by lunch, the evening meal, the activity of Adrian's cock in my arse and further by the enema action of the pee still filling my rectum. The action of walking had stirred things up even more and the feeling of needing to go was of the ultimate urgency. I tried to resist the compelling urge but it was to no avail as my anus opened wide beyond control for the second time that evening, but this time it was a large poop pushing its way out, not a large penis pushing its way in. My legs were trembling at the intensity of my bowel contractions as my nappy knickers were rapidly filling with a mixture of Adrian's pee and my poo. My panties were bulging very visibly by now and I had to get back to my rooms before any leakage occurred. This meant waddling rather than walking but this introduced me to a new pleasure which I had never anticipated, the feeling of fresh warm poo sliding against my buttocks and a firm turd pressing on my anus almost as if it wanted to get back in. I wanted to continue these delightful feelings so I diverted my route wandering around the college grounds rather than going directly to my rooms.

'Was this a mistake?' was my first thought as my best friend from school, James, who had also won a place at Newton College, recognised me and asked if I'd been to a fancy dress party. He had yet to notice the smell of fresh poo. I said,
"Not quite", and proceeded to tell him of my love of girly things. He told me that he'd suspected I had a strong feminine side but that was OK by him. I was mightily relieved but then he noticed the smell. I had been wondering how I could explain my 'accident' while we were talking and I'd had an inspiration:
"It's not illegal to go out dressed as a girl but it does cause problems if you need to use the toilet when you're out as going into the 'Gents' would probably cause an uproar and using the 'Ladies' would be very risky if you were caught in there as a male. I hadn't anticipated needing to use the toilet but to be absolutely sure, I bought some incontinence pants. These were a good investment as something I ate has had a dire effect on my bowels and I couldn't make it home before I shat myself."
James couldn't help laughing and teasing me but that was a wonderful reaction compared with the disgust and rejection I had feared. It would be a while before I revealed to James the full extent of my femininity, especially telling him that I now knew the pleasures of being well and truly fucked by a large penis. That would have to wait for another day. Meanwhile he accompanied me back to my rooms where he left me at the door.

After saying goodbye and closing the door, I took off my skirt, blouse and stockings. I then gingerly removed my frilly panties and was delighted to find they hadn't a mark on them, not that that could be said about my nappy knickers which were well and truly soaked and contained an astonishingly large mass of poo. I took them off while standing in the shower and immediately put them in a plastic bag before taking a long shower to clean myself up. My suspender belt had suffered but not too badly and I was able to restore it to its former clean state. I then dried and powdered myself and put on my new nightdress; it felt wonderful as it slid over my skin with every movement I made. I had so enjoyed the feeling of wearing the nappy knickers that I decided to wear a pair under the nightdress but before I put them on, I got out the middle butt plug from a set of three I had bought in a sex shop the previous day and, after lubricating it with some gel bought from the same shop, I slowly inserted it up my 'cunt'. My anus stretched wider and wider as I pushed the tapered object in until at last almost with a will of its own it slid in the last inch where it narrowed again. I was now comfortable with a nicely filled rectum and slightly stretched anus, my cock and balls nestling in the thick padding of my nappy knickers and the rest of my body caressed by a beautiful smooth silky feminine nightdress. I was in heaven as I drifted off to sleep.