A Sissy for A Bridesmaid

"Come with us, Lulu," Antonne said, "You're needed."

"I'm not Lulu. Lulu's gone," I said, with perhaps more of a pout than was normal for the real man I was once more claiming to be, "I'm Leo, a guy. And today I've been sissified, humiliated, fucked, used, cum on, pissed on. And now I just want to spend the rest of the night in peace on my own."

"We wouldn't ask if it wasn't important,," said Jayden insistently, "It's your sister. Just come with us and see. You can always say no afterwards."

And so I found myself once again just as spineless as ever, following someone else's commands and heading back out, even after firmly deciding to stay in my room. Jayden and the groomsmen led me upstairs to the bridal suite where my sister and her new husband would be spending her wedding night.

Jessica was in the room, but was in no state to talk to me. She was passed out on the couch, still laced into her beautiful form-fitting white wedding gown.

"Too much of a good time," said Calvin, "She drank too much and tired herself out. She's not waking til tomorrow. We tried."

"Now she's gonna miss her own wedding night," said Lamar.

"So, you see our predicament," said Jayden, "Jessica may have wanted her wedding day to be perfect, but for hubby it's all about the wedding night. That's his special moment that makes the day."

I thought about the gorgeous bridal lingerie that Jessica had showed us, which she would now not have the chance to wear. It was true that would have been quite a treat for Darryl, one it was sad for him to miss.

"And then we remembered that we had someone who was willing to step in for a girl who couldn't be there," said Jayden, "Someone with a familial resemblance to the bride, the same size. Someone who loves lingerie and taking big black cock."

I could see where this was going and was already feeling the same mix of fear, shame and excitement that had driven me all day.

"So, Lulu, are you going to give my boy Darryl the wedding night my sister promised him?"

I was moments away from simply saying no and walking out, but then I saw the bridal lingerie all laid out ready for my sister and I knew that I wouldn't be able resist.

"OK, fine," I sighed, echoing the same words that I'd said to the bride herself the night before, setting this whole thing in motion, "I'll do it."

"Great. Darryl will be waiting in the bedroom for his blushing bride - or the next best thing - when you're ready," said Jayden.

"You'll be needing these," said Antonne, tossing me my discarded brunette wig and false breasts, before the four guys left me to it.

And now I was left in the room where it all began first thing that morning, all alone except for my unconscious sister in her wedding gown. Was I really going to take her wedding night place? Well, she was the one that got me into this, I reasoned, so she could only have herself to blame for how feminizing her own little brother turned out. That was how I rationalized what I was about to do, anyway.

One way that Jessica had talked me into this had been to mention how I used to borrow her panties, so I guess it was appropriate that I was stepping into them again now. This time they were bikini cut panties in white lace. These, however, were crotchless, exposing my floppy little white dick between the little strips of feminine fabric.

It took a little effort to put myself into the white satin bustier, filling the cups with my false chest enhancers, but once I did I was starting to feel sexy again. But the most sensual feeling of all came from slipping my feet into the white stockings and sliding them up my smooth bare legs, clipping their lacy stocking tops to the white lace garter belt I attached around my waist. I hadn't worn women's stockings since I had "borrowed" my sister's a few times all those years ago. I had forgotten how good stockings felt on my legs. I couldn't help running my hands along the smooth soft material, my touch feeling so much more pleasing through that thin fabric.

My brunette wig was a little less like the neatly styled waves of this morning. And part of it was still a little stiff and sticky from a groomsman's cum, but it still looked ok. Putting it back on immediately made me look more feminine. For the second time that day, I checked myself out in the mirror of the bridal suite and liked what I saw. I looked hot in bridal lingerie. I would have been thrilled to have a bride looking this good on my own wedding night.

One day, I might have a wedding night and a bride of my own. Tonight, though, might be my only chance to enjoy things from the bride's perspective and I was about to seize that opportunity with both hands. (Literally, if Darryl's black dick was anything like the size of his best man and groomsmen!)

"Wish me luck, sis," I said to Jessica, fast asleep in her wedding gown, "I'm doing this for you."

And then I headed for the bedroom.

The groom was there waiting for his blushing bride, but he did not seem too put out to see me in her place. He was there on the bed, his massive muscular chest bare for all to see, his giant 6 foot 5 frame making my pale white body look tiny and frail in comparison. He was wearing nothing but black briefs, where the outline of his huge dong was readily apparent. He ran his eyes over me, in the white satin bustier, panties and stockings, approvingly, hungrily.

"You'll do," he said, getting from the bed and taking my little white hand in his massive black one, "This is the part that I've been waiting for, so you'd better make it worth it."

He pushed me down to my knees with a strength and power that would not take no for an answer and dropped his underpants to the floor. A semi-erect black snake of eye-openingly wide size sprang out in my face. I was beginning to get a glimpse into my sister's world and see what she was quite so happy to be marrying into!

In a moment, I had my hands wrapped around the thick, veiny shaft of my new brother-in-law's ebony monster, thrilled to feel it stiffen harder with my touch. I pulled the fat purple head between my lips and circled my tongue around it as I jerked him off.

"Mm, Jess, that's good," he moaned, leaving me unsure whether he had really momentarily forgot it wasn't his actual bride kneeling before him in the white wedding lingerie.

That illusion would be hard to maintain, though, when he saw my own member, just as firm and erect as his, poking out from between the lace of my crotchless panties. It might be miniscule compared to the black power of a real man's hardon, but surely it was bigger than my sister's clit. Wasn't it?

Darryl didn't seem to mind, as he took his rock hard erection from my slobbering wet mouth, pulled me to my feet and kissed me forcefully on the lips. As our bodies pressed together, I could feel his enormous black hardness pushing against my tiny white dicklet. I felt weak and helpless in his powerful arms. His biceps were the size of my stocking-clad thighs and he, the biggest of the big black guys I had been with that evening, could throw me around and snap me in half if he wanted.

Instead he used that brute strength to pick me up and throw me face down onto the bridal suite bed. His big black hand pushed my stockinged legs open as he got on the bed behind me. I looked back over my shoulder to see my dainty white body in its satin bustier and smooth stockings, with a studly black giant towering over me, his ebony hardness jutting out in front of him with intimidating power. His huge black cock might not have quite had the magnificent magnitude of his old football buddy Jayden, but his body was even bigger, stronger, and more powerful.

The virginal white of Jessica's bridal lingerie may have been an appropriate color for me that morning, but since then my cherry had been well and truly taken by a pair of black dicks just as big as the one that hung over me now. Still, I felt nervous anticipation at taking another one.

Darryl slid his hands between my legs and pushed my legs wide open before lifting my butt up toward him. My lacy garter belt and crotchless panties framed my little white ass and its puckered pink hole invitingly. He spat on his hand and used it to further lubricate his shaft, already slick and wet from me slobbering all over it. And then he was inside me, pushing deeper and deeper, penetrating into my tight hole and making me gasp with the mix of pain and pleasure that I was starting to get used to.

"Yes, that's it. A cute body in lingerie and a tight round white ass to fuck" Darryl grunted as he thrust deep into me, "Jessica may have planned every bit of today to her exact desires, but that was all I wanted. The wedding night is my moment. So, take it, bitch, and squeal like your sister when I nail that tight white ass."

And squeal I did as Darryl pushed deeper into me, withdrew and then thrust back in even deeper. His hands on my hips pulled my ass up into him as he impaled me more and more, shaking my body. Now the whole power of his muscular black body was pressed against my frail white one. He felt so strong, so in control as he tore into my ass.

"Oh God, yes," I moaned as my butt got pounded for the third time that evening, "That's good."

His strong wide hands grasped around my hips and pulled me into a kneeling position, giving him access to reach around in front of me. His hand ran over the lace stocking tops covering my thighs and grasped my stiff hardness. As he nailed my tight little asshole he began jerking off my tiny dick. It only took two of his thick black fingers to rub my tiny white meat between, but boy did it feel good.

This whole day of embarrassment and pleasure had seen my dick stiffer more and more often than ever before, but it had had no relief even as real men's cocks had dumped load after load on or into me. Now, enjoying the wedding night experience of spreading legs in white stockings and taking a new husband's monster cock, my arousal was incredible. It only took a few moments of Darryl's reacharound rubbing for me to be on the edge of climax.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I moaned loudly in a distinctly feminine voice, "Your big black beast is sending me over the edge."

"Yes, Jess, cum for me," Darryl said as wave after wave of orgasm hit my body.

It was different from any I had had before as a "straight" guy. This one seemed to start deep inside my asshole and sweep across me. It hit me far harder that way. Soon my tiny white dick was spurting translucent white juices all over the marital bed and my sister's white wedding lingerie. My butt muscles clenched and relaxed with every wave of ecstasy, giving Darryl even greater stimulation than before.

It was not long before nailing my tight hole with his giant beast was enough to bring Darryl to his climax too.

"Ah, fuck, take my load, sissy bitch," he grunted.

The feel of warm, slimy, sticky semen filled my butt and ran down my thighs, staining my stockings, as my new brother-in-law made me his bridal bitch. Was this what my sister would have wanted when she started me off on this path? I doubt it, but taking her place and her new husband's cum was an incredible thrill.

Lying there, dressed in white wedding lingerie, in a pool of my own cum and my sister's husband's, I could not help wondering if my own wedding night, whenever that might be, would ever be as pleasurable for me as my sister's! Tomorrow I would go back to my normal, boring life as a pathetic little white boy. But just for tonight, I could bask in the pleasure of being a well used cum dump slut of a bridesmaid.

THE END