The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 03A

I’m still awaiting the next instalment from Roberta which seems to be as eagerly awaited by many of you too. May I thank you all for your interest, and also for your votes.

In the meantime I have decided to write, in her absence, what I think Roberta, Margaret and John did.

Here is chapter 3A of the The Virgin Tranny and the Bride. Hope you like it.

By the late morning Margaret and I found ourselves posing for John in a clearing in a wood about twenty miles from home. He seemed familiar with the area and quite confident that he could get the car and caravan turned on such a narrow country road.

The journey had been quite an ordeal, especially for Margaret wearing such a short skirt at her husbands’ insistence, the other motorists staring at her as she was sent to pay for the petrol when we stopped for a teasing break. I was in the back seat in my French maids outfit of pink gingham and white lace, an extraordinary sight should anyone look in. I could see myself in the interior mirror and looked incredibly girly, my make up and long blonde hair brushed perfectly by Margaret before we left. We watched as she walked back to the car, her bright red boat neck top displaying her cleavage to all and sundry, her black lycra skirt tight around her and only just long enough to cover her naked pussy by an inch or so and highlighting her long naked legs. The six-inch heels made her progress slower than she would have liked as all eyes were upon her. She looked like a slut and that is exactly what John had wanted her to look like. I looked out at the men in the car at the opposite petrol pump and then watched as Margaret entered the front seat, her skirt once again riding up to her waist.

“Just leave it like that,” John instructed, as a wolf whistle echoed under the canopy of the filling station roof. John was definitely back to his nasty best. I gasped at her predicament but she seemed quite cool, no doubt helped by a few vodka drinks before we left.

“You should have been with me darling, it really is quite a thrill being watched by so many.”

“Maybe you want to go to the toilet Roberta?” he asked on hearing me. “I want to see their faces when you walk over the forecourt in all your frills.”

“No, no thanks, I’m perfectly happy,” I replied most nervously. “We can carry on now.”

He looked at me with a smirk on his face.

“Maids are supposed to do as they are told not give out orders.”

I sat silently hoping he would not insist on me seeking out the ladies toilet. Wearing four short bouffant petticoats of white tulle, lace and net under the pink gingham uniform made me look like a little girl in her party dress, I had said, as we got ready.

“Little girls don’t do the kind of things you will doing darling,” John had replied.

The short uniform didn’t cover the petticoats at all, instead the uniform rather lay on the foundation of gorgeous petticoats and emanated from my waist at an angle of some 90 degrees. My stocking tops and white suspender straps were clearly visible and my pink satin heels made my progress rather wobbly too. I somehow knew he would not send me out in such public view but nevertheless breathed a sigh of relief when he started the car.

Soon after we turned off the main road onto a quieter one and after only about a mile pulled into a lay-by.

“Right time for a pee in the bushes,” John announced, looking at me.

“But I don’t need to go,” I replied as two cars flashed past.

“Who said anything about you needing a pee darling? It’s me that needs but I also need my maid there to release and hold my dick and my wife can take a few photographs.”

Another car flashed past as I contemplated getting out, John coaxing me all the time and Margaret assisting as she stepped out with her skirt riding high and her pussy in full view of any passing public. She covered herself up before she was noticed and at the same time as I stepped from the car.

Margaret ruffled up my petticoats as I stood at the side of the car. A truck rolled past followed by a car but I was relieved to hear no reaction. I followed John the few yards to the hole in the bushes and held my petticoats close as I passed through into an area littered with all kinds of rubbish. Hidden from the road, I positively volunteered to carry out ‘my duties’ as I unzipped John’s trousers without being asked. Margaret recorded the event as I once more held his gorgeous cock in my tranny hands. Suddenly something clicked and my impulse took over. I looked at them both as I lowered my mouth onto his cock and began sucking. Once again that couldn’t care less feeling had appeared, that impression of being invisible, of being invincible had taken over my senses as I hungrily played with my Master’s cock in front of his wife.

“I’m going to pee in your mouth if you don’t stop,” he said and I just kept on sucking as if I was daring him to do so. I would have drank him down if he had. I felt superb, my own cock brushing lightly against my petticoats, just enough to make me want to do anything.

I held his shaft as he peed, in my hands and also with my mouth as John held my hair back out of the way of his fountain.

“Don’t shake it when I finish,” he ordered. “I want you to suck off the little droplets.”

“You two are sick,” Margaret interjected and so began another debate between them.

“What’s wrong with my sex maid, drinking a little pee?” he asked.

“I don’t want her doing that,” replied Margaret.

“Why not? She is ready and willing.”

“Just don’t.”
“Wow, here you go again Margaret. You really are a woman of double standards at times. Only a few hours ago you were telling me how much you wish she had licked your ass when you and her were posing at the tree as she licked my cum from your pussy. You wished I had encouraged her to push her tongue into your ass hole. Now, when I get the chance to pee a little into her mouth you don’t want me to do it.”

Their discussion had brought me from my entranced state and I could here the occasional vehicle pass on the road. None could stop in the same lay-by because of the car and the caravan. Then things changed.

“Tell you what Margaret,” John announced as he slipped his dick back into his trousers. “You can be the boss from now on. You can decide what we can do and what we can’t do so that it falls within your guidelines of what is acceptable and unacceptable for both of us.”

At that he stormed off in a very petulant mood.

Margaret shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

“Show me that you still love me,” she suggested, lifting the camera to her eye.

I slipped my arms under my innermost petticoat and raised everything to show her my deflated dick. I took a couple of my many layers of petticoat and brushed it over my cock and then grabbed it and began masturbating to her.

“I’d do anything for you darling,” I admitted, once again developing my entranced condition.

With her tiny skirt already exposing her sex, Margaret eased it above her waist and then led me by the cock deeper into the bushes. We found an old newspaper for me to kneel on as she leaned against a tree and had me lick her off. I continued licking after her orgasm as I plucked up the courage to do it. I looked up at her.

“Turn around Margaret, I want to lick your bum. I want to push my tongue inside you. I want to lick you all over and then fuck you in the bum. I’ll do anything for you, I love you so much.”

Without hesitation Margaret bent forward and her anal entrance stared me in the face. I was excited. I placed a kiss on it a couple of times and then tasted it, her love juices from her pussy intermingling, her taste quite sweet. She smelled beautiful, as always, and I eased open her buttocks a little further and concentrated my tongue on her anal rosebud. Greedily I licked at it for a few moments and then eased her open with my tongue and my fingers.

I heard her give a moan of pleasure, no doubt helped by her own fingers in her pussy as my tongue opened her up. There was no dirty taste and I loved what I was doing, my cock once again solid and straining against my petticoats. John arrived and took the camera from her and set about capturing our sexy scene in the roadside wood.

My tongue was licking the juices flowing from her cunt as well as her ass hole when she once again orgasmed, her attempt at subduing her cries unsuccessful for a moment as she fought to control herself and in her confessions she wanted me to fuck her virgin ass.

“Another time,” interrupted John as he watched the two of us recover and then adjust our clothing to get back to the car.

John was back in charge – but not for long.

The remainder of the journey took about twenty minutes. There was an atmosphere in the car so I just sat silently and watched as the road get narrower and hillier and the surrounding countryside developed into masses of fir trees. I took the time to actually think for a moment about what I was doing and what I was letting these people do to me. I loved being dressed up as a girl, the more frills the better. I loved the thrill of going public, the thrill of having sex, any kind of sex so close to the passing public which not only excited me but my fellow travellers. I was in love with both of them and had really taken to sucking John as much as licking his gorgeous wife. If he wanted to fuck me when we were in the woods I would bend over and offer my boy pussy for him to have, but I might tease him for a little while.

He reversed the car and caravan off the road (I was impressed by his driving skills) into a track leading to the forest. A metal pole stopped us driving all the way in but the vehicles were off the road. Then after he had secured the caravan we stepped inside. Margaret opened a bottle of vodka. John had one drink and then gave us an order.

“Wait here and I will go and see that everything is clear.”

“How did you know about this place,” Margaret asked with a suspicious tone to her voice.

“Don’t you remember it? We’ve been here twice before.”

He stopped to let Margaret think and then carried on.

“The first time we and four other car loads came to watch a car rally. We didn’t really know each other so well then, you travelled in one car and I was in another. The second time, when we were courting, it was just you and me and we had sex in the car just about where we are sitting now.”

She looked confused and then answered.

“How would I know? It was dark both times.”

John left us and disappeared into the forest. It was so quiet, so peaceful, hardly any air to move the trees, not another car to be seen or heard. I looked out of the window, the dark green of the trees and the bright blue of the sky. I felt wonderful and the idea of being there all day made me relax. I asked Margaret if she could remember being here before? She poured us both another vodka

“We didn’t have sex outside very many times and so I do vaguely remember a night in the woods. I was a model then and a student too.”

My ears pricked up on hearing she was a model.

“I mostly did modelling for catalogue companies. You would have loved it because I did lots of underwear, all the different colours, the stockings and suspenders, camisoles, Basques and the like. I did bridal wear too but it was never the sexy item that it is now. You would have looked great in some of the Demetrios and San Martine gowns I modelled with the really long waterfall trains. Then, when I really needed some money I did topless. That’s when I met John. He was travelling in his job and met me in a hotel after another shoot. Only that day I had appeared topless in a national newspaper and he recognised me. He was ever so sweet and we had diner together and I fell for his charms and only discovered he had another side after we got married. The rest they say is history.”

John had returned.

“It’s beautiful in there for a lesbian photo shoot, so let’s go girls,” he declared.

“Not so fast sunshine. I think I am in charge here. Remember what you suggested only about an hour ago? Well I want to take you up on your offer. How about a photo shoot of a gorgeous young tranny and her kinky old man? Get your clothes off honey.”

John positively swooned at her suggestion and ripped off his clothes and stood naked beside the caravan door.

“We brought lots of sexy outfits for you darling,” he said, holding a purple negligee against him. “We have everything to make our day a happy, sexy one, lots of food and drink as well as your frilly petticoats.”

He then stepped outside and turned towards the road. I followed him to the other side of the road and brushed my petticoats across his dick as I turned. It stood fully to attention as Margaret photographed us and as I teased her husband. Then suddenly she crossed the road and pushed the camera into my hands. She was like a jealous woman as she pushed in front of me and took John by the cock. With his testicles cupped in her right hand she held his cock aloft as if it was some trophy she had one. She told me to take photographs and as I did so she removed her blouse and then slipped her skirt off. They were both naked by the side of the road, a deserted road but nonetheless public, as I watched the lovers kiss like I had never seen before. Hand in hand, they began to walk up the road. Once again we all seemed oblivious to where we were. It looked like a nudist colony as I photographed them both back and front until we came to a clearing in the trees which offered a fine view into the valley below. We were now some fifty yards away from the caravan. And some thirty yards from where the road eased into a left hand bend. Our escape route, if necessary was five yards into the trees on the right, a path which seemed to lead down into the valley.

Still on the roadside Margaret began to play with John, alternating between masturbating him and sucking him, only for a few seconds. Then she stepped in front of him and drew his shaft through between her legs. I knew what was coming next as she turned to face me.

“Look John our gorgeous tranny maid is wondering what she can do for us. I’m going to get her to suck my dick.”

Like an obedient maid I dropped to my knees on the grass verge and allowed Margaret to offer up her husbands cock to my mouth. John was supposedly keeping watch uphill and Margaret downhill for any signs of discovery. She also looked down on me as I licked and sucked ‘on her cock’. I gathered up a few layers of my petticoats and slipped them through her legs until they teased against John’s balls. The sexy fabric had the same effect on both of them as they usually have on me, the sensuous fabrics driving them wild. I cupped them in my right hand and gently played them upon his entire length, touching them with my tongue as I voraciously ate his dick each time Margaret slipped it into my mouth. At other times I had a close up view as she slipped an inch or so into the mouth of her vagina and then removed it for me to suck. I could taste his pre cum, maybe it was both their pre cum, and I decided I was going to voluntarily suck and him and swallow his sperm.

Then suddenly there was an immense noise, the silence of the peaceful hillside completely disturbed.

“Run,” John called and his cock disappeared from my view as he and Margaret turned to make for the path leading to the trees.

It sounded like a giant tractor approaching but I could see nothing uphill or downwards. Margaret and I were at a disadvantage as we wobbled on our heels, my heart beating so fast, the worry of being caught for the first time in my girly outfit really hitting home. John made the cover of the trees quickly but, like rabbits stuck in car headlights, Margaret and I were still in the open when two Army helicopters appeared over the brow of the hill only just skimming the treetops. We were certain they must have seen us, the completely naked Margaret and the little blonde girl in her party dress, but there was no indication as they maintained a straight flight in line with the firebreak that we were now standing in.

We took our scare as a lesson and returned to the caravan for some lunch and more vodka. The first car of the day passed as we ate and so John decided we should walk into the forest to a clearing a few hundred yards from the road.

Margaret then insisted that she take up John’s earlier offer of being in charge. She returned from the bedroom and stepped outside in a dress not too dissimilar to my own, very short, petticoat filled with frills around the hem and armholes. Sequins glinted through the overlay of tulle and the sun reflected off the gorgeous satin. She could have been and certainly looked like a little girl too but for the short veil which she had thrown back off her face.

“See what John bought me this week, a new bridal gown. It comes with tiny panties and guess who is going to put them on.”

I held my hand out to receive them.

“Not you honey, but John. He does enjoy dressing us girls up so I want to see him wearing my panties when we go for a walk.”

He of course remonstrated.

“I’m the man around here, I don’t do panties.”

“Yes you do. Remember I’m in charge and so you do as I tell you. You do want my tranny maid to suck your dick off don’t you? Well I will decide if that happens or not and wearing my panties could very well help my decision.”

I decided to challenge Margaret’s authority too. Against my true feelings I told her I didn’t want to suck him off. She never really answered as John helped her by telling her where the ‘insurance’ envelope was. (Lots of photos of me for my friends if I failed to do as requested). I said no more.

Margaret took a few photographs as I slipped the panties onto John and adjusted his gorgeous dick. It was so big and hard that it stood well above the waistband. I kissed it and then stood beside him brushing my petticoats against it at every opportunity.

We set off into the wood, the bride and kinky groom linking each other, the occasion recorded on film by me as I went ahead carrying the blankets as well. One of the sexiest shots I took was as Margaret helped to lay out those blankets. I was at a low level and got the most fantastic view of her tiny dress and petticoats as they rode up over her buttocks, her bum and her pussy at just the right level for me to lick. I was beaten to it by John, who had also seen an opportunity, and began licking at both her holes.

“Fuck me my darling, fuck your kinky bride,” she requested of him and I watched him slip off the panties and then slip, with ease into her gorgeous pussy. He fucked her hard, gripping her around the waist forcing himself deep into her until she dropped to her knees but still maintained his cock within her. I photographed from all angles, their contorted faces giving a complete contrast to the pleasure they were giving and getting.

“Lift your uniform and petticoats Roberta, I want to suck you at the same time,” Margaret stuttered, each word broken as she gasped with her growing orgasm. I laid the camera down beside her and did as I was asked holding my petticoats high around me so that I could see the action. There was no longer any photographs being taken as John filled his bride from one end and I from the other. He got even more excited and the more he pounded into her the more of my cock she took into her throat. But he overdid it and suddenly it was he who was having an orgasm, bucking into her, throwing his head around as his pleasure filled the trees around us, running his arms up her body into her teasing tulle petticoats. It looked like pure pleasure but it also brought anger, from Margaret especially as she took me from her mouth.

“Even my young tranny has better control than you,” she said, chastising John for his premature ejaculation. Her anger tuned to me.

“Get your tranny mouth around that useless dick and get it cleaned,” she ordered. I looked at her and ignored her. I was shocked, she had never spoken to me like that before and I watched as John stretched to the edge of the blankets and unclipped two envelopes which were attached by big clips. I continued to hesitate. I wanted to do it but felt hurt by her tone of voice. We were friends and she was talking to me as if I really was her transvestite maid.