The Virgin Tranny & the Bride

Basically, this is a true story of love told by my friend Robert and which I have changed only a little as it is already so sexy.

All I had to do was suck her husbands dripping dick and then open her legs and lick out her cum-filled pussy.

I was in state of turmoil.

If I did it, I was accepting the next level in their pornographic world with a video and still photographs clearly showing me in these acts. If I didn’t do as I was instructed brown envelopes with names and addresses of my family and friends would appear and I would be shown the photographs within.

My hesitation provoked that very reaction as John opened an envelope.

“This one is for your college friends,” he declared and held up a photo of me standing in a doorway at the college, my trousers at my knees to show off the ladies underwear that I was wearing. The photo was taken after hours but I often had to attend college wearing Margaret’s panties and stockings and suspenders.

“Here’s one for your sister,” and I looked to see him hold aloft a large size page with four photographs of me on the street outside our garden gate wearing nothing but white suspender belt, stockings and a long white bridal veil.

It had been bad enough for John to catch me and Margaret having sex in the lane behind our houses but to find her in her bridal gown had been too much. He had to punish us and each time got more and more disgusting.

Without further delay I dropped to my knees and took his shrinking prick into my mouth and cleaned it off. Part of his punishment for Margaret was to have her tell me what I had to do, as if it were her idea.

“Make sure you get every drop. Suck him and lick him spotlessly clean and when you are finished my pussy is ready for you to drink down all my husband’s lovely cum.”

As she spoke I heard the sound of a camera shutter and saw her take a couple of shots as I held his dick in my hand and licked and sucked John for a few minutes. Then I dropped to the blanket as Margaret opened her legs and I sank my tongue into her hot love hole. My mouth filled with luke-warm spunk as John took photographs. I just kept licking at her, my mind oblivious to what I was doing and eventually her orgasmic cries filled the woods once more as I brought her to another orgasm and my mouth filled with hot floods of tasty juices.

To finish off I was told to walk back to the car by myself and wait at the roadside for them to return. I was thankful it was a very quiet country road, dressed as I was in a short pink gingham dress with white frilly lace trims and very short bouncy petticoats. As I walked my erection brushed continuously against the petticoats and I felt so sexy as their little maid.

I had to hide two times at the side of the car when others cars went past before Margaret and John appeared. John instructed me to masturbate in front of his camera.

“Go on then you know what else you have do by now,” he bellowed and I quickly lay across the front of his car and told them how much I had enjoyed myself and how I wanted to do more of this as soon as possible.

So, by carrying out their demands I had now created another set of photographs which would be used against me in the near future.

What had started out as harmless fun was becoming more and more serious.

In the beginning when Margaret caught me in one of her mini petticoats she was very nice about it. All I had to do in return for dressing me up in future, was to lick her pussy, something John refused to do at the time. For six weeks she had watched me remove articles of her underwear from the washing line, disappear into the garden shed and then reappear as I made my way into the lane at the back of the houses. She came to notice how much I liked her petticoats, the more layers of sexy material the better. With their liking for the Fifties and Sixties, Margaret had loads of them and watched one night from her top window as I tried on all four, which she had placed on the line without even washing, just to watch my reaction.

There was an age difference of very nearly ten years between us but that didn’t bother us. For two months, every spare moment I had I spent it with Margaret and, with John away on business for most of the week we had some great fun as two girls. We ventured down the lane at the rear of the house, petticoats rustling on some occasions or completely naked on others. At night, with the high hedges of the houses on our left and the high wall of the former factory on our right, we could walk in the shadows until only a few yards from the mesh gate which separated us from the passing public. I adored being naked with her, kissing her as my cock teased against her satin, petticoat filled skirt before burrowing up under to lick her off as she leaned against the wall only yards away from the passing public.

We did the same at the front of the house in the cul-de-sac street. With only the two houses in the street, formerly used by managers of the now disused factory, it was fantastic fun and even more so if my parents were away on business or on holiday.

The area used to be plagued by prostitutes so a barrier had been erected at the entrance to the street to avoid unwanted vehicles at night. It was located just around the bend in the street and so Margaret and I used to daringly walk down the tree-lined avenue to peek around the hedge on the corner and see if any prozzies were around. It was really exciting.

Three weeks after she discovered my secret Margaret and I had intercourse. I had wanted to do it sooner but she wanted my first full sex to be something really special and what could be more special than my birthday.

I arrived at her door just as she asked, wearing the new white suspender belt, shiny stockings and satin panties she had gifted to me earlier when I looked in on my way home from college. I had to undress her of them and then put them on myself, with a lot of help from her, and then keep them on when I was at home having my tea.

“They are especially for you from me with lots of love on your birthday.”

I felt extremely conscious being in front of my parents knowing I was wearing ladies underwear under my clothes but did feel superb when I stripped off in my room. Once showered, I redressed, and then I undressed again in the shed to only my new sexy underwear as I prepared to meet Margaret.

I rang the doorbell and waited, my heart pounding like a drum. Normally I just walked in, either in the panties or petticoat she had left on the line for me, or completely naked if that was what she wanted. I was fully aroused, my panties barely able to contain my erection, the satin adding to the new found pleasure I had come to realise as I slipped my legs into the white nylon stockings. As requested I was standing a few yards back off the door with my back to it. Eventually I heard it opening and then Margaret spoke.

“Happy birthday my darling. As you are my gorgeous lover and a virgin, I thought this was the most appropriate colour for tonight. Turn around and take me to my bedroom and make love to me.”

I swung around hurriedly, anxious to see what she was talking about. She was only a few feet away from me. I had heard movement as she spoke but suddenly I froze at the sight before me – a most stunningly beautiful bride. I was motionless but absorbing the sight before me, a magnificent satin and lace gown which stretched back up the path behind her. An equally long veil, which also shrouded her face and created an element of anonymity as I peered through the mist like fabric to only just recognise Margaret. She held out her hand and I automatically reached out to take it but remained frozen to the spot. Margaret stepped forward, her gown rustled, it rocked on her hips as she moved, and clasped my hand in hers.

“Kiss me sweetheart, tell me you want me,” she said quietly, as if uncertain about my silent reaction.

I could smell drink - she needed lots of courage to do this and approach me as my kinky bride.

“Tell me you want to make love to me and share my bridal gown with me with walks in the lane.”

She was nearly pleading with me to try and provoke some kind of approval. I was merely stunned, stunned at the beauty before me, a gorgeous bride in her magnificent gown, yards and yards of white material all around me. Then there was me, dressed in the skimpiest bridal underwear, the panties basically redundant as my fully erect cock showed Margaret my true feelings towards her.

“I love you Margaret.” I blurted out, just to say something, so overcome by emotion, trembling with a mixture of pleasure and fear because I was so naked with another mans bride. I emerged from my shocked state and helped to fling back her veil and reveal her pretty face. “I want to marry you,” I confessed. “I want to do anything you ask of me. I just love being with you. This is fantastic. I have always loved you. I told you that was why I kept wearing your panties – just to be near to you. To be dressed in your wedding dress would be really, really special.”

I had already confessed how I felt for her, how the first time I set eyes upon her as we moved in and she arrived with a tray of tea and biscuits for us. Like the truck drivers, I was attracted by her very short skirt, but I also liked her reddish hair, her brown eyes and her shapely figure. She was beautiful and I was mesmerised. Soon I was regularly offering to dig her garden or run errands just to see her. I had no idea she was testing me when I arrived back from the newsagents or the grocers to find her in skimpy panties or waiting with some excuse to be fastened into a dress with layers of bouffant petticoats that brushed against me as I helped her. I was already taking an interest in her underwear on the washing line and a couple of times she was wearing the same panties I had worn on my walk down the lane the night before. Eventually I felt relaxed seeing her in a state of undress, the early fuss of me catching her making way to quite nonchalantly accepting me around her. I loved it. It encouraged me to become more and more daring, frequently walking out of our gate and up the street to her gate to pass her door where I often used her panties to masturbate as I imagined her standing at the door in her panties.

That’s where I got caught, not when she opened the door, but when she appeared from the rear of the house where she had been waiting for me. Unknown to me she had watched me, for several nights, at her door through a security peephole.

“Don’t waste it anymore my dear,” she said quietly as she approached and as I desperately tried to hide my seven inch erection.

“Let it all hang out. I want to see my admirer in the flesh. Or is it my panties you prefer?”

“No, no,” I stuttered. “I really like you,” trying hard to diffuse a potential disaster by making her feel good but also telling her the truth.

“Enough to take me down the lane with you?”

This was amazing. Margaret was not in the least bit angry with me and now she wanted to go down the lane.

“Take me with you and you can have my petticoat to wear on the way back.”

I had noticed my favourite petticoat peeking out from under her red satin dress with white polka dots. She looked fantastic and, as she came closer we stared into each other’s eyes. Her right hand reached out and took my left, removing her panties from my grip at the same time.

Margaret led me through the trees to her back gate and out into the lane. We continued holding hands.

Once in the lane she promised my secret was safe with her if I promised to help her

“Have you ever walked right up to the gate?” She was referring to the large mesh gate at the bottom of the lane leading onto the main road.

“I have been tempted but I always stay within the shadow of the wall. Sometimes the girls are standing there too so it is best to stay close to the wall.”

“I know. I’ve watched you masturbating to them. I think you fancy Sarah, the little one with the ponytail, the one who keeps turning around to the gate opening her coat to show you she has nothing on. They are hookers darling. I want to be a hooker. I could be your hooker. You don’t need to pay me, just do things for me.”

There was a silence as we neared the area where the shadow stops and where the orange street lights cast a glow over the ten yards or so to the gate.

“Have you ever kissed a pussy,” Margaret whispered.

My look was enough.

“If I let you take my petticoat off and let you wear it would you kiss my pussy? Would you lick me?”

“Yes, I would if you want me to,” I answered without hesitation.

“Then walk to gate, touch it and then come back to me.”

I looked up, there were no girls hanging around so I stepped cautiously out of the shadow and just hoped that nobody would walk past for the next minute or so. It was really exciting but I got quite a shock when I turned to look back to Margaret to see her standing in the glow with her skirt and petticoat raised to show me her pussy as she walked towards me.

“Lick me here,” she demanded as I tried to get her to return to the safety of the shadow.

“I don’t care who sees us I just want my pussy licked.”

It was then that I smelled drink from her as she continued to remonstrate in full view of anybody who might look our way as they passed the gate. I dropped to my knees, pushed up her petticoat further and kissed her. I let my tongue lick her, my first taste of her sweet pussy, a slightly salty taste but nevertheless a taste I fell in love with.

“Darling you are fantastic, you can wear my petticoats, my panties, anything you want, anytime, this is superb.”

I stopped at that and stood up. Two drunken men were passing but failed to see the sexy sight only a few yards away.

“I want to give you an orgasm if you tell me what to do, but I want to do it in the shadows where it will be safer.”

Margaret got the message and quickly hauled at me.

“Strip me darling. Strip me naked just like you. I want to be naked like my young lover.”

So I stripped her of the little dress and petticoat and, with the help of her hands guiding my head to where she wanted it I brought her off. It was a first for both of us, my first time naked with a girl, my first time licking off a pussy and for Margaret the first time she had ever had her pussy licked.

Then she turned her attention to me. I nearly came off when I stepped into the petticoat as she teased it against my body. When she saw Sarah the hooker arrive at the gate Margaret dropped to her knees and began sucking me. I stared at Sarah until I could keep my eyes open no longer as Margaret sucked feverishly on my shaft and brushed the petticoats back and forth between my legs. It was too much and suddenly I was spurting into her mouth. She just kept gulping me down as I cried ecstatically to keep going.

“Hello is there anyone there.” It was Sarah shouting from the gate.

Margaret just kept sucking me as I watched Sarah peer through the mesh into the darkness where we were.

“That was another first,” Margaret reminded me as we discussed our evening back at the house. “Your first sex in public in front of an audience, our first sex in front of an audience but I can promise you much more.”

She was right – the first time of many more to come.

And so to another first as Margaret drew my naked body towards her expansive bridal gown, her hand clasping around my stiff dick as we met in a passionate kiss, my arms flung around her neck to hold her against me, the tip of my cock brushing against the satin of her gown. We kissed like we had never kissed before, my hands wildly caressing the wonderful material of her gown, Margaret squeezing my buttocks pulling me into her mouth. Our breathing was heavy, and as we gasped for air Margaret tried to speak. She kept repeating until I understood.

“I want… you… to… lick me……… darling. Do you………. want… to lick… your kinky bride? Please…lick my ……pussy.”

She turned to lead me towards the house and I gathered up her train in the process. Margaret was very much amused by the way I had unintentionally draped it over my dick

“The bride and her naked trainbearer,” she announced as we stopped at the door. She leaned against the wall.

“I want you to do it here. I want you to burrow up under my petticoats and give me one of those special feelings with your tongue. I just feel so sexy. How do you feel?”

We were looking into each other’s eyes again. I took both of her hands in mine and took a step back to admire her.

“Margaret you are super sexy, you always have been. Tonight you are stunningly beautiful. I think you can see that I feel so super sexy too but I don’t want to rush. I feel wonderful being naked with you in your wedding gown. Did you do this with John?”

“Don’t bother about John. I think his mind will be on something else and anyway darling he can’t do half the things to me that you can do. This is my way of saying I love you too, Robert.”

It was the first indication she had given that all was not well with her and her husband. I had wondered why she had become so attracted to me, letting me wear her underwear, teaching me all about sex. I did think that she was maybe bored with John away all week. I had heard and read of bored housewives. Margaret went on.

“John is completely useless when it comes to sex, well…. especially with me. When I feel like this you are the only one that I want. You make me feel fantastic, so sexy, so naughty, and I want to do the same for you and for you only.”

As Margaret spoke I watched her raise the front of her gown and the layers of petticoats beneath. Like myself she was wearing white stockings and suspenders and no panties. I stopped to admire the view of the bride exposing herself and then dropped to my knees to lick her already excited pussy. I drank down her juices, sinking my tongue into her, my own excitement driven on by the fantastic sensation I was receiving from her petticoats as they slowly slipped over my naked body to completely envelope me. I was also so excited at the prospect of making love to this wonderful woman and then possibly getting to wear her bridal gown, that I would have pushed my head inside her if it were possible.

Despite all of the daring walks I had done around the house over the past weeks, in the lane, on the street, I had been quite apprehensive about getting caught as Margaret and I stood on the garden path but that apprehension soon disappeared as I disappeared under the bridal gown and concentrated on giving her the good time she had now come to expect of me.

I just kept licking her and drinking the love juices that flowed from her as her body writhed with pleasure. I just kept licking, her clitoris standing to attention and so easy to find, her lessons over the previous week now giving us both so much exhilaration, my tongue quite tired by the time I felt her raising the gown and petticoats.

I rose to find her quite dishevelled looking, a layer of her veil once more over her face, her brown eyes huge and glazed as I joined her under the veil to kiss her, long and passionate kisses once again.

“I want to go to bed with you Margaret,” I whispered as we kissed.

“But I’m another mans bride,” she replied with a mischievous smile on her face.

“What if someone saw the bride with her young trainbearer, naked and heading for the bedroom?”

As she talked she was very gently rubbing the tip of my erection and then licking the pre cum off her fingers.

“You have to carry your bride over the threshold into the house you know. It’s tradition to carry your new bride into the house.”

Once inside she led me to her bedroom where she gently eased onto the bed, rustling and bustling, adjusting and arranging her bulky gown, making herself comfortable, making sure there was ample access, through the huge wave of satin and net, to her purring pussy. She invited me onto the bed to kneel between her open legs.