Wedding Belle

It took a noticeable effort for Cindy to break away. She was breathing hard, looking quite flustered. "Oh God, you have me so turned on. I can't wait to get you back here!"

I smiled, but felt some confusion. If dressing this way obviously enflamed my fiancé, I guess I could endure it for a couple of hours. Why not? It was almost like playing dress up on Halloween. It was a small price to pay for the honor of marrying such an incredibly gorgeous, desirable woman such as Cindy.

Walking down main street to city hall, I felt like everyone had to be staring at me, laughing at the boy in girl's clothes and makeup.

"Will you just relax," Cindy said taking my hand and giving it a squeeze. "You look half scared to death. Take it easy. You look fantastic."

Cindy was right. People either paid me no mind at all, or if they did, they just looked at me, some rather warmly. One young handsome man couldn't seem to stop staring at me. Then, just as he walked past, he winked at me!

"Did you see that?" I gasped. "Was that for you?"

"No darling, he was flirting with you. Not me," Cindy grinned. "How do you feel, knowing some men find you desirable this way?"

"Cindy! You know I'm not gay!"

Cindy only laughed. "Don't worry my princess. I'll protect you."

The wedding service included more surprises. The city mayor said his spiel, and we exchanged vows, only Cindy jumped in first and said the man's vows, leaving me to repeat those of the wife. Feeling utterly beaten, I just went along. When we were finished, a balding fat man in a pin-striped suit announced us "man and wife."

When we kissed, Cindy nearly devoured me. Her hands were all over my body.

"Cindy!" I cried breaking away, trying to catch my breath.

The mayor hid a smile.

From city hall we went to a fancy restaurant in a casino and had a romantic, candle lit dinner. As we ate we both had a few drinks, and I was feeling slightly tipsy. Even the fact that the waiter seemed to think that I was a girl, and kept calling me "Miss," didn't even bother me. I found myself laughing along with Cindy, who found the entire situation entirely "perfect."

After dessert, we walked down to the beach, kicked off our shoes and walked barefooted along the sand under a starry sky.

At the water's edge we kissed. On the soft sand, with Cindy so much taller than me, I found myself going up on tip-toes to reach her.

"Do you want me to let the little soldier out now?" she asked softly. "Here. Would you like to make love to me on the beach?"

I looked around quickly. We seemed to be alone.

"Oh my God yes Cindy! I would love nothing better in the whole world."

"Take off your pants," she said.

Afraid of being spotted, but at that point I would have taken my clothes off in the middle of Main Street if it meant finally making love to my beloved spouse.

I dropped my women's white slacks to my ankles, and pushed my panties down to my knees.

Cindy removed her necklace, and using a small key, unlocked the CB-2000, and put the pieces safely in her purse.

With a sly smile, doing a little dance, my beautiful bride, shed all of her clothes. Naked in the moonlight, she looked incredible. Like a vision. A goddess.

"Come on little boy," Cindy said playfully. Getting down on her knees on the sand, she waved her voluptuous, heart-shaped fanny at me. "You do want me, don't you?" she whispered.

She didn't have to ask me a second time. I quickly dropped to my knees behind my incredibly desirable wife. I was so excited, my entire body shook like I had a fever.

"Come on, my darling," she said smiling at me over her shoulder. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long. Don't make me wait any longer. Put your hard little peepee in me..."

And then it just happened. I was so turned on... I'd been teased and tormented for almost 24 hours... that as soon as my excited organ touched her skin... it went off like a loaded gun. The slightest touch, caused my body to explode. Gobs of semen began spurting all over her pearly white bottom and lower back.

"Oh my goodness!" Cindy said, eyes widening. She tried to hide a smile.

Crying out in ecstasy, relief, frustration, and shame I howled like a Chihuahua at the moon. Thick gooey gobs, thick as tapioca pudding, flew across her perfectly shaped ass, across her tan line, to land all the way up her tan back.

When my eyes began to focus again, I saw that Cindy was now on her feet, her eyes flashing like an approaching lightning storm down the coast.

"I can't believe that just happened!" She twisted around, looked at the splotches of semen dripping down her backside. "Oh my! You're not only a habitual masturbator... you're a premature ejaculator! Good Lord Sandy! You're not much of a man, are you?"

She grumbled that she needed to get cleaned off, and ran naked to the surf where she slashed water on her body, cleaning my mess.

While she ran off I pulled up my panties and my slacks. By the time she came back she seemed to have cooled off a bit. Quite coolly, without a word, she pulled on her bra and panties.

I stood there stammering. "I-I'm really sorry Cindy! I couldn't help myself! You made me wear that thing for so long, and I was so excited... it just happened! I'm sure that next time I'll do much better! I really will!"

"How do you even know there will be a next time?" she asked, stepping into her skirt. "This is our wedding night. That was supposed to be something special. Something scared. This was going to be our big romantic love-making scene on the beach."

The more I blubbered and tried to make excuses, the more irritated Cindy became. She pulled on her blouse, and carrying her heels, my new wife stormed off the beach in the direction of the motel.

As I chased after her, she shook her head at me. "You run like a girl."

"I do not!" I cried, horrified.

"Look at you," she chuckled. "In that blouse and those Capri pants, you're so tiny and petite next to me... between the two of us... most people are going to think you're the wife."

"Cindy! That's not true! Once I put my boy clothing back on, people will know I'm the husband."

My wife put the key into the door of our room and opened it, laughing.

"I can only pray that you're tongue is more talented than your little pencil."

"Cindy, you know I'd do anything to please you!" I said chasing after her, stripping off her clothes.

My wife closed the door and locked it. She looked at me coyly. "Do you really mean that? Anything?"

Pulling off the Capri pants and blouse, stripping down to my sheer white panties, I cried enthusiastically. "Anything! You know how much I love you. I want our marriage to work."

While I sat on the edge of the bed, my beautiful wife turned on the clock radio, and to a rock 'n roll song, did a little strip tease, till she was down to her black bra and panties. "I'm going to give you one more chance," she said sprawling out on the bed beside me, posing. She was quite aware of the way the very sight of her body was enough to make me cum.

"If you can't perform as a man... then maybe you can perform as a woman..."

"W-What," I stammered, "do you mean by that?"

Laughing playfully, Cindy scooped me up with her strong arms, and pulled me to her side, where she kissed me. She looked at me, searching my eyes. "You really don't have a clue, do you?"

Squirming, I replied, "All I know is that I want to be your husband. I want to please you like a man should. I want to be your lover..."

Cindy ran her fingernails through my long hair, kissed me warmly, and growled, "You will my darling. You will."

The next thing I knew, she tugged off my panties, and began fondling my surprised sex. "Come on. Get it hard. Make passionate love to me... if that's what you want to do. Hm... What's the matter? Why are you so soft? What, don't I turn you on?"

She reached behind her back and unhooked her size-38B bra, letting it fall, exposing a pair of perfect breasts.

"Go ahead. Touch yourself. Play with yourself. You were so eager to masturbate last night. Let's see if you can get yourself hard now."

"I don't know what's wrong," I gulped. For some reason, my penis just wasn't responded. It was behaving like it was on sleeping gas. The pressure to perform, to serve as my awe-inspiring wife's stud, was having an overwhelmingly frightening affect on my body.

"It's not getting bigger, it's getting smaller," Cindy laughed. "On the beach you came in like five seconds. And now you can't even get it up. You have to admit, cupcake... you're not much of a Don Juan, are you?"

"But I really do want to make love to you!"

"Not like this, you aren't," Cindy said giving my useless spongy testicles a squeeze. "Let's try something else."

With that she grabbed my head and pushed my face down between her thighs, ordering me to: "Lick!"

Lick I did, like was lapping at the tastiest ice cream cone in town. "Now that's more like it," Cindy gasped. "Oh darling, what you lack between your legs, you more than make up for it with your tongue. How did you ever learn to do that!?"

She writhed and moaned, unable to keep still, as I found her little button, and flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth across it slowly.

"Oh my, that's good!!" Cindy cried, her voice rising as she experienced her first, very loud orgasm.

For the next 45 minutes, till my jaw was sore, my wife held onto my hair tightly, moving my head side to side and up and down... fucking my face with her hot, steamy love petals.

After she came a second time, she collapsed like a deflated balloon among our pile of piles. "Oh my! You are a lover! I think we've found your true talent."

Wiping my chin, I crawled up beside her, where my bride wrapped her strong arms around me, kissing me passionately.

"You liked it?" I asked weakly.

"I loved it," Cindy said kissing my face over and over happily. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, because you're going to be doing that a lot. Probably every day. Maybe even a couple times a day."

"I'm so glad," I sighed and collapsed on her breast, as she stroked my long hair. "I was so worried that I wouldn't be able to make you happy. I feel so much better now."

Cindy kissed the top of my head. "You don't have to worry about that crumpet," she said softly. "I suppose I was a bit emotional earlier. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. You know that I love you, and I'd never do anything to hurt you."

"You really do love me?" I said, looking up at her tearfully.

"Of course I do," Cindy said softly, pulling me up into the crook of her arm, kissing me gently. "I'm the one that asked you to marry me, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did," I smiled. Nor could I completely understand why. "You could have any big, strong, masculine man that you want. I'll never figure out why you picked me..."

Cindy stroked my breasts, and pulled at my nipples. "It's because I don't want a macho man. I want a pretty, sensitive, girlfriend like you."

"Cindy!! Please don't tell me that's the way you think of me."

My wife laughed merrily. "What, you don't want to be my lesbian lover?"

"No," I said, brows knit. I felt a stirring in my loins. "I want to make love to you."

"So you want to try again?" she asked, jiggling my testicles. My penis sprouted quick enough to raise her eyebrows.

"Oh yes please!"

Cindy gave my erection one quick stroke, and then sat up. "All right my darling," Cindy said climbing from the mattress. "But now it's my turn."

"What do you mean, your turn?"

Naked, her white tan lines almost glowing in the dim light through the motel curtains, I watched Cindy go to the dresser drawers and open one. "My turn to be the husband... and you the wife."

"What are you talking about?" I asked nervously.

I watched as she pulled a black leather harness around her waist.

"I'm going to make love to you this time."

Before my astonished eyes, I watched as my wife picked up a large, life-like looking dildo and strapped it to a silver ring in the harness over her thin mustache of pubic hair.

"Cindy, what are you doing?!"

Grinning, the monster between her legs swaying from side to side as she walked, Cindy climbed back into bed. "Well my princess, isn't it obvious. I'm going to fuck you. And I'm going to fuck you good. I'm going to make love to you the way you wished you could make love to me."

I crawled backwards, away from her on the bed. "You can't be serious!!"

"What's the matter sweet cheeks," Cindy said grabbing my ankle, and pulling me back to the center of the mattress, "nervous? Does my manhood frighten you? Have you ever seen one this big before?"

She lay on top of me, flattening me down on bed, immobilizing me. She pressed her 8" dildo against my frightened, shrunken member.

"Goodness. Your's looks so petite, next to mine," she grinned. "It appears I'm the alpha male in this relationship."

"Y-You're scaring me Cindy..." I whimpered.

"Most wives are a bit nervous on their wedding nights. Why should you be any different? Spread you legs for me, honey pot."

I could feel her cyberskin cock probing between my legs, into the crack of my ass.

"Cindy! Please no!"

"Oh yes I can. I'm going to make sweet love to you tonight my little flower." She squirted a handful of KY jelly into her palm, and used it to lubricate her long, thick shaft.

"I don't understand," I said quietly, as I watched her frightfully large phallus. "Why you want to do this to me?"

Determinedly Cindy pried apart my knees, and lifted my calves up in the air, tilting my fanny up toward her glistening strapon cock.

"I've always been the Dominant partner in all my relationships," Cindy said thoughtfully, sliding her gooey phallus up and down the cleft of my ass. "And I knew from the moment I met you that you were submissive. I know this probably all seems strange to you right now, but my beauty, one day, once you get past your silly old-fashioned feelings about marriage, you're going to realize that I'm right... and we're both going to be quite happy together."

The snout of her well-endowed extension found my virginal opening, and gave it a nudge.

"It's too big!" I cried.

"Don't worry," Cindy said, letting her weight down gently on her strapon, forcing the fat head inside my tight little cherry.

"It hurts!!" I shrieked.

"Yes, my honey lamb, it's going to be rather painful this first time, as I take your virginity. But that's all a part of experiencing the joys of womanhood..."

I screamed as the fat head popped inside my stretched little sphincter.

"I'll go slow," Cindy said soothingly, kissing my cheek and my eyes. The kisses were a mere distraction from the pain lancing up my spine as her big, hard cock began forcing its way deeper.

"Please stop," I whimpered, tears welling up in my eyes.

She paused for a moment to let me catch my breath, and continued kissing me lovingly. "There, there my darling. I hate to see you in such pain. But I promise you, it won't always be this way. Once you get used to it, you're going to experience pleasures you never dreamed existed."

"Please don't do this to me," I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. I was a man, not a woman, and it chilled me to the bone to be treated this way.

"It's much too late to turn back now, my darling," she said kissing me. Holding me in place with her lips, she undulated her hips forward, driving the rest of her thick shaft all the way inside me me.

When I tried to wiggle away, Cindy wrapped both arms around me, holding me in place. Firmly pushing her pelvis forward, I felt her plastic balls lay flush against my flesh. She was all the way in, and my inner lining felt like it was being stretched to the max.

The only thing I'd ever felt there before was a small rectal thermometer my mother sometimes used when I was young, but that was a pin-head compared to this.

When she tried to move back and forth I let loose a high pitch wail that I never would have thought capable of coming out of my vocal chords.

"Deep breaths, little one," my wife said soothingly, holding me tightly in place as I tried to wiggle away. "Relax. Relax. I know how it feels to be taken like this for the first time... and I want this moment to be as special for you, as it is for me."

"It hurts," I wailed. My tight o-ring throbbed around the thick intruder.

Cindy looked at me, eyes blazing with something I'd never seen before. Lust. "Oh God, I love seeing you like this. You look so incredibly beautiful to me right now. So petite. So submissive to me. You have no idea how much you are turning me on right now."

I cried and bleated like a bleeding lamb. As I lay there squirming beneath her on the mattress, I moaned and writhed beneath her, impaled to the core.

"Please take it out," I begged.

"Hush now, unless you want everyone in the rooms next door to hear you," Cindy said kneeling above me. She placed my ankles up over her shoulders. "I'm going to make love to you like I've always dreamed of making love."

With that, she began gyrating her hips back and forth, thrusting her 8" phallus in and out of my virginal bottom.

Crying, trying to obey my wife because I knew this pleased her, breathing hard, I wiped my eyes and tried to calm myself. With each thrust I could see the passion and pleasure mounting in Cindy's face above me. She looked absolutely radiant. I'd never seen her more excited or more alive.

Slowly I felt the burning in my rectum begin to subside as the tight muscles of my sphincter began to relax and loosen. When the length of her shaft slid across my previously untouched prostate gland, I let out a surprised coo of pleasure.

Cindy chuckled. "There we are my darling. I've found your G-spot." She continued at the same angle, driving her hard cock in and out of my tight, virgin ass.

The harder and faster she pounded, incredibly I found myself growing aroused. My earlier impotence disappeared. Red faced and confused, I gasped as my own little penis stiffened and began to rise.

As her hips slapped against my bottom, Cindy reached between my legs and cradled my throbbing erection in her warm palm.

"Your body betrays you, kitten," she said, smiling down at me. "I'm glad. I'm glad that you are enjoying this as much as I am."

As she continued to make love to me, she stroked my turgid organ. At first I feared I would cum right away. My cries grew louder and louder as I grew closer to the edge, all of which seemed to excite Cindy even further.

Together we thrashed, humped, and bucked on the bed like two Mad Hatters, and insane as it sounds, we crossed the finish line simultaneously... together we orgasmed... each of us screaming out loudly as our bodies erupted.

She punctuated her seismic eruption with three final, strong, hard thrusts... each of which caused a long, ropey white ejaculation to shoot from my penis across my belly.

When her magnificently voluptuous body finally stopped shuddering and quaking, with her eyes drooping lazily, her mouth wide open, Cindy collapsed on top of me.

I squealed as she landed, thrusting her still rampant hardon deep inside me. Her sweaty breasts heaved against my flat chest. Her moist belly stuck to mine.

Beneath her, I squirmed and wailed. Now that I'd had an orgasm, for some reason the strapon buried inside me went from intensely pleasurable to horribly painful.

Cindy's body had completely shut down. She was still catching her breath, still caught up in the dreamy afterglow of pure bliss.

Gasping, crying out in pain, I wriggled off her huge cock. I lay there beneath her, both whimpering in painful humiliation at having been taken this way by my wife, yet at the same time my entire body felt utterly drained by the power of our mutual orgasm. I'd never felt anything so intense in my entire life. It was the most intimate, soul-satisfying thing I'd ever experienced... and although it would take me a long time to admit it, somewhere deep inside I knew my entire life would never be the same.