0 comments/ 78310 views/ 7 favorites Dream Bride Tranny Ch. 01 By: yano The KBG is a bisexual organisation where the petticoat and the bridal gown, the ultimate feminine garments, are featured and available to transvestites and helping genetic girls alike. I have been a stud at the KBG for many years performing in numerous sexual encounters, both private and public. There are times when I become a 'victim' of KBG practices and have to write about my own sexploits. This is one of them. * My niece Avril and I rushed along the ground floor corridor of the hotel and made sure none of our relatives were watching us as we disappeared into the room. Inside, we were met by Miss Anne of the Kinky Brides Group, who immediately ordered Avril to strip me naked. "Please, not today," I begged, but to no avail. "Just another opportunity for us to renew the insurance policy and make sure that you remain with the KBG for a little while longer," Miss Anne explained as Phil the photographer and Vic the Video entered the sitting room of the bridal suite to witness, with their cameras, my demands to be sucked off by Avril. Like the good girl that she is, she obeyed and dropped to her knees and plied her tongue along my stiffening shaft. I had particularly requested that the KBG remain out of sight on this day but it was too much to expect. "I need a drink," I hinted, looking at the mini bar. Instead Miss Anne ordered Avril to go to the bar and get me something nice. She left the room and I was ordered to slip into a white chiffon baby doll adorned with tiny pink bows. "That will be nice for Avril to see her Uncle Yano being his usual kinky self," Miss Anne scoffed as Phil took a few shots of me teasing my dick with the sexy garment. A knock on the door brought the session to an end and it was opened to let Avril in. But, she was not alone. "Please don't do this to me today of all days," pleaded my 19 year old niece Kirsten. Please don't make me do anything with Uncle Yano today. This is my wedding day and surely you can respect me enough to grant me some time to be with my family and my new husband." "Of course we want you to enjoy your 'big day'," replied Anne, "But we just want some extra special wedding day shots with Uncle Yano. Now if you are really quick no one will notice you are missing from your reception. So, I suggest you climb onto the bed and lift up your negligee, that Uncle Yano has borrowed to keep his cock nice and big for you, and start sucking on his shaft." There was another look of horror as Kirsten realised I was wearing her negligee. "Where did you get that? That is for my husband when we go to bed tonight. Have you been in my bedroom," she asked question after question. Miss Anne offered the explanation. "Your cousin Avril thought your Uncle Yano would look gorgeous in it and love to have his photo taken for passing around the guests if the kinky little bride didn't join in the fun, so hurry up and get gobbling him." Kirsten wrestled and rustled her magnificent and voluptuous gown as she eased onto the couch realising, like always, that her arguments would be futile, that they would never succeed. Immediately I felt the sensation of masses of tulle and satin playing across my nakedness as I sat there with the negligee raised to my chin. Miss Anne prolonged the proceedings by having Kirsten pose with my cock in a number of sexy positions until she was licking it through her veil. Then she began filling her mouth, each inch recorded, her lace gloved hand feeding my dick to her eager tongue, Kirsten was getting into the mood. We then moved to the bedroom and ended with the bride sprawled across the bed, her gown and veil a twisted mass around her as I stood on the floor offering her my cock, begging her to suck me off. Just as she drew my shaft to her lips Miss Anne cruelly intervened. "Kinky old fool, the gorgeous young bride doesn't really want her perverted old Uncle on her wedding day. She wants her young husband or.....or perhaps her lesbian cousin," and Avril was signalled to climb onto the bed and raise her midnight blue satin bridesmaids gown. I was ordered to remove her panties and step into them myself as I watched Kirsten readjust her position to allow her unhindered access to her cousin's pussy. More photos were taken and I was captured using the frill of the bridal gown train as I masturbated to the two girls before me, my dick escaping from the tiny white satin panties around me, the negligee now discarded. "Alright Uncle Yano, time for you to join in again," came the instruction from Miss Anne and I climbed onto the bed and began piling the massive bridal gown onto the brides back until I had cleared a path to her panties and her pussy. Eventually I eased the fourteenth layer upwards to expose Kirsten's gorgeous and shapely ass. The first time we were filmed together was soon after her eighteenth birthday and the last time we had been filmed together, the week after her nineteenth birthday, I was encouraged to munch hungrily on her ass, to ease my tongue into her rosebud and lubricate her ready for the force of my dick as we performed our first anal - on a double-decker bus, not on the street but at the business premises of one of the KBG members. Once again I was licking her ass, the ass of the gorgeous bride on her actual wedding day, alternating between there and her sweet and tasty cunny as Kirsten herself licked her cousin's equally tasty pussy. When I was told to give her a good fucking before she went to perform the bridal waltz with her husband, I was waiting for the condom, but none was forthcoming, only another KBG stunner. "How can a bride get pregnant if you wear a condom," began Miss Anne as Kirsten stopped and looked at us via the mirror on the wall beside the bed, worry written all over her stunning face. "I don't want a baby just yet, please don't make me pregnant," Kirsten begged as I gently dipped my fingers into her cunt, wet and slippery despite her concerns about her husband and also the possibility of getting pregnant. Anne ignored the plea and continued to instruct. "Alright Kirsten, this is going to be tough for you, especially on your wedding day." There was a pause just to let Kirsten consider what she was doing with another man on such an important day, before Miss Anne continued. "We don't want the video to look like the bride is being raped but, instead, that you are so very eager to feel your Uncles big cock deep inside you again. Just stretch one of your arms through between your legs and your gown and grab hold of his cock and offer it to your cunt and then help ease him in deeper as you beg him to fuck you. You know how much better he is than your new husband will ever be." Anne was piling on the agony for Kirsten and I really felt like saying something but knew better not to. Kirsten remained silent, so Anne instead, turned on me. "Alright then Uncle, let me see that tongue working hard, let the cameras in under the petticoats too, to get a good view of your willingness to eat anything just to please your kinky niece. Soon the whole World will be getting to see your eagerness to lick ass, because that's what we will do if she continues with her silence. Do you hear that Kirsten? We are going to publish a nice photo of Uncle Yano, burrowing under your bridal gown, eager to munch your ass - if you don't speak up and beg him to fuck you good and hard." Kirsten continued her silence, I really thought my time had come and I knew for sure that I would be publicised as a kinky old man with his young niece, I'd seen it done numerous times before with other KBG members I looked into the mirror. I could hear her sniffle and saw Kirsten wipe away tears with the aid of a tissue from Avril. There was no sympathy from Miss Anne or the camera crews - they kept going. "Don't give me crocodile tears again Kirsten," cried Miss Anne, somewhat agitated. "I'll give you five seconds to respond one way or the other." "Five," she began. "Maybe if you lick her pussy a bit more she will respond quicker. "Four." "Don't make her do it if she doesn't want to," I remarked, breaking my silence at last. "Three," Miss Anne went on unimpressed by my request. I tried again. "Two." I was angry. "For fuck's sake it is her wedding day, let her be. Do what you want with me," I raised my head from the masses of tulle and satin. "One." A hand appeared from between Kirsten's legs and grabbed for my cock. She began to tease my shaft along the lips of her pussy, easing herself open in silence. The counting stopped and there was absolute silence for a few moments. Then quietly Kirsten uttered her first few words of encouragement. "Fuck me Uncle Yano. I'm a kinky bride, just a little slut and I want you to fuck me," Kirsten began in a whisper. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she was wet and her excitement and volume grew immediately. "Push your big cock right into me, let me feel you deep inside me." As Kirsten's words got louder she eased open her cunt with my cock and slipped me into her. This was unbelievable, her husband would be drinking and socialising with her family and my family at the bar as I fucked his bride of only three hours, in a room a few doors away. In fact Kirsten and I had quite an unbelievable relationship. Ever since our first enforced sexual encounter (We Have Ways of Making You Stay - Incest) we had developed quite a bond and quite often met for a chat. Very often that chat turned to sex on the way home. The demure little girl soon began to dress rather provocatively at our meetings and enjoyed seeing other people watching her, watching us even. The KBG had taught her how to perform in front of an audience and Kirsten was eager to try new ideas, different outdoor locations, different positions, and then take them home to her fiancé Richard whom she said she was educating in sexual matters. I looked down at Avril as she fingered her own pussy inches below the gasping mouth of her cousin who was still begging me to fuck her. "I want you Uncle Yano, all the time I want your cock. I've told them I love you fucking me, that I want your baby, I just want you to fuck me so much now. Richard is a great man, he will be a great husband but he can't fuck me like you do Uncle Yano. Look in the mirror – can you see me? I've been your bride before but never this special. This is my wedding day. Am I a slut Uncle Yano, or do you see a beautiful bride making love to you?" I didn't get a chance to answer - Kirsten was unstoppable now. "I see three beautiful lovers, two lesbian cousins and their kinky lover. Please fuck me Uncle Yano, harder and harder. Cum into me darling, spunk into my cunt, let me feel your hot cream filling me up, I want you darling, I want you all of the time." Her words were uttered in short gasps now, and, despite my previous requests for her to drop the Uncle title, the KBG had insisted that she continue because it was so kinky. "I've dreamt of this day, my very own magnificent bridal gown raised around me and my gorgeous Uncle pounding his massive cock into me. I want Richard to come and find us now to see his bride being fucked, to watch me being the hottest bitch in town." I was really pounding hard into Kirsten now my balls bouncing off her thighs with each massive thrust I gave her, her head now propelling into the bosom of her cousin as she continued to beg. Avril joined in and I looked down into her face, her mass of bright red hair spread across the white pillow. "Fuck her Uncle Yano, she really wants your baby, we both want your baby. Shoot your cum into her, I want to drink it from her pussy. She loves you Yano, Kirsten tells me all the time." For a few seconds they were speaking over each other as Kirsten regained some breath and began again "Yes I want you. I want your baby. I really want your baby. Give me all your hot sticky cream into me and give me a baby on my wedding night," her delirious behaviour now reflected in her words as her pussy came searching for my cock each time I slowed down to drink in the reality of the situation, to watch in the mirror as the bride licked her bridesmaid as she continued to finger herself. Every now and again there was a shimmering effect from the sequins on the most elaborate bridal gown that surrounded me. I was trying to be careful and avoid messing it. This was not a porn star bride I was fucking this time, this bride was real, my stunningly gorgeous niece who should have been with her husband. Instead she was with me moaning with sexual desire, begging for my baby. I looked into the mirror again and realised how fantastic this was and began pounding harder than ever into her as I slipped my hands under her gown and petticoats to hold onto her hips. I continued to take rests, loving the adoration of my young nieces and absorbing the beauty of us all in the mirror. I became aware of the door opening and another person in the room speaking to Miss Anne. It was a waitress, not just any old waitress but a girl I recognised from Tulle Towers, home of the KBG. "Alright Yano, time to blast the bride with your cum. Anji tells me they are wondering where Kirsten and Avril are," Miss Anne announced. Anji has her own web site and Miss Anne invited her to stay and watch us fuck and at the same time she teased me. "Have you ever had sex with an old man, Anji? There was a pause and no answer. "As you can see he likes his brides to be nice and young and in the family too. Perhaps we could make an exception and you could be a kinky bride for him some night soon. Perhaps you could even feature him on your website and play with that gorgeous big dick that we all love. It's so sad that he wants to leave us before all the girls at Tulle Towers have had a chance to be his kinky bride," she went on with such a sarcastic tone to her voice. "Why don't you help him give the bride the baby she so much wants to have Anji? Get onto the bed and tease some of that wedding gown over his testicles and make him cum - before we are all found out." I used the mirror once again and watched as Anji raised her short black pleated skirt. She pressed herself hard up against my body as she eased Kirsten's veil through between my legs with her right hand. Catching it with her left the veil brushed sexily against me as I began to pound into Kirsten again. Gently brushing it over my shoulders and down to my buttocks Anji whispered to me as she worked me up even further. "I want you too baby. Later, when I serve you and expect a tip I want you to lean me over the table and fuck my pussy so hard. But right now you have stunning babes pining for your cum lover, pining for your baby, so let the bride know how much you want her and let her pussy taste your cream." Wow, this girl was hot and living up to her reputation as she encouraged me to speak up. "Kirsten I want to have lots of sex with you and make lots of babies," I rather wetly confessed, the camera microphones catching it all. "I want to come and visit you every week and have lots of kinky sex in your house." The more Anji teased my balls, the more I added as I felt my orgasm grow and I began to spurt into Kirsten. "I want to marry you Kirsten, I'm a transvestite now, I'm wearing your things and I want to wear your wedding gown and have a kinky wedding at Tulle Towers and give you my little baby too." That was it. Anji was gently squeezing my balls in the veil as I sent my first salvo into Kirsten, her requests gone, her words replaced by loud ecstatic moans, joining in harmony with my own as our bodies thrashed together and our orgasms erupted over and over again. It should have been a moment to savour, to lie on the bed with my dick still in her pussy but suddenly I was unceremoniously hauled off the bed before I collapsed onto the girls, my sodden dick swaying around in front of me instead and graciously accepted by Anji as she devoured the cum still oozing from my shaft to mix with the love juices of my gorgeous niece. There was an extreme urgency about the room, and I watched as the girls refreshed their make up, repositioned their gowns and then kissed me as they left the room. Anji and I posed for a few shots before she left me also and so I went for a shower. When I emerged Miss Anne was waiting for me, ready to party and dance the night away. "Anji noticed that your white panties were somewhat sodden in cum so she left you these to wear. Put these on too honey and she will give us some nice views to look at as she serves the tables around us." I did as I was asked and an hour later I was dancing with the gorgeous bride, the sex maiden image gone and her naïve and innocent looks returned. "I don't think it is a good idea for you to have my baby," I suggested as she clung to me as we slowly danced. It was for the benefit of the camera only. "You're right Uncle Yano, because when I was doing the bridal waltz and everyone was watching me and Richard, your cum was running down my leg into the tops of my stockings and by now there might be none left for a baby." I was speechless. Chapter Two - very soon Dream Bride Tranny Ch. 02 Orchestrated by the Kinky Brides Group (KBG) Uncle Yano has been forced to have sex with his young niece, fully dressed in her bridal gown, in the bridal suite and on her wedding day. The evening continues and amid the celebrations find out what the frilly panty wearing Yano and Kirsten do next. As the night went on and the dancing continued I had another dance with Kirsten, a real slow one where she slung her arms around my neck and leaned back, clasping her hands against my head and pushing our bodies together, surrounding me with her massive gown. We talked as we danced and I apologised for spoiling her wedding day. She smiled - a contented smile. "Since becoming the youngest ever member of the KBG I have learned lots about sex, kinky sex in particular," she began, coming closer to talk in a near whisper. "You and I have done some kinky things since I came here to pose as a virgin bride on the night that you took my virginity. We are special, you and I, so don't worry about what happened. In a kinky way I am quite excited by it all. Just think, of all the brides around the world today, how many off them will have hoisted their gorgeous gowns and had rampant sex like we had? How many will have danced the bridal waltz with cum from their favourite Uncle seeping from their pussy? See – we are very special." Kirsten cuddled into me. I looked around to see if any of the other dancers were watching us, only another two – both members of the KBG. We looked over at the bar. "You are good at sex Uncle Yano, my new husband is good at drinking," she commented with a wry smile and similar tone to her voice. The dance ended and I helped gather up the long train of her gown and escorted Kirsten back to her seat. A few songs later and I was on the dance floor again, this time with Avril swishing and swirling her big satin gown, displaying the white petticoats which filled it supremely. "Careful," I said reminding her that she had no panties on and too many swirls might give the game away. "Why have I no panties on," she asked teasingly and then added before I could answer. "Because my kinky Uncle is wearing them as he dances with me." It wasn't true, I was wearing Anji's but who was I to argue with a pretty girl? The fast dance finished but Avril held onto me and we came together for another slow one. "What did you and Kirsten talk about? I was watching you both and you seemed so relaxed." "I was really apologising for what I had done to her on her 'big day'. Perhaps I should also apologise to you. After all I am wearing your panties at the moment." "Now that is something that concerns me quite a lot, you have this craving to wear our underwear. You are a stud with a huge cock so why such a desire to become a transvestite?" "You have to understand that the KBG do these things to punish me, to humiliate me in front of my friends and other KBG members. They are punishing you too. Would you, like me, well, would you even entertain the thought of me munching on your ass if the KBG were not standing over us, encouraging us with threats of humiliation?" "But you seem to enjoy it now. I watched you last time and how much your cock rose when you started to draw stockings up your leg to attach to a suspender belt. You positively purred with excitement." If only she realised I had been dressing in stockings and the occasional dress for years, since meeting Emma, my first girlfriend at Tulle Towers. However, I never realised I made it so obvious a pleasure in front of Avril and Kirsten. "Well it is a very, very sexy feeling just like I get when you to draw your petticoats over my naked body. Have you seen how my cock shoots up in size when you do that?" "Would you like to wear my petticoats, maybe even this gorgeous gown? Would you like to meet me secretly and I'll help you dress in some sexy teenage clothes and then we can be lesbians just like Kirsten and I? We can all be lesbians and you can have the real dildo instead of the pink and black ones we use." I was about to make a startling confession when the record stopped and, quite relieved, I guided Avril over to the bar and bought her a drink instead. The chat and a few drinks at the bar were interrupted a while later when Anji came over. "Miss Anne wants you to report to the bridal suite again." No questions asked because Anji was gone in a flash. I responded immediately, looked around as I left the ballroom and tentatively made my way through the corridor to the peaceful quiet of the bridal suite. Miss Anne was waiting for me. Strip off sweetheart," she ordered as soon as I walked in. "I have a great surprise for you." In a few seconds I stood naked before her, thoughts spinning through my head. Miss Anne was about to hand over the reins to Miss Anji and I wondered if she wanted a parting fuck from me. She came closer and gently grasped my cock. "Phil thought that you might like to see some of the action shots from earlier tonight," she began and handed me the first photo from a brown envelope, a shot across the bridal suite with my naked sex hidden by the train of Kirsten's gown, which I am holding in my right hand. Next, the train was spread out on the floor around us and my complete nakedness in full view as Kirsten held my stiff shaft in her tiny gloved hand. "The complete teenage bride and her kinky old Uncle," was how Anne described it. "Less of the old," I thought. "I love this one," she confessed as we looked at Kirsten kneeling before me, her gown riding up my legs, the layers of tulle playing on my testicles as Avril held my cock in her hand and offered it to the open mouth of the bride. The next was a close up of Kirsten looking demure and dirty, the KBG training successful, her face and my cock covered by her veil as her tongue licked around the head of my shaft. "I hope that you agree that these are a nice size to pass around the guests," Anne asked as she passed me another. Kirsten was on the floor her naked ass in the air, her gown piled on her back and my tongue licking on her asshole. The following close up had the veil draped over my head with the tip of my tongue inserted into her ass. Finally, there was the three of us on the bed, my cock buried in the bride as Kirsten licked at the pussy of her bridesmaid cousin lying beneath us. "Of course they can all be kept secret," I turned to find Anne removing her blouse as she talked. "Yes," I thought, she really does want me to fuck her. It had been some time since I last did it with her and although she was now nearly fifty she was as beautiful and as randy as ever. I watched her remove her bra and her then her skirt fell to the floor. She was wearing a black waist slip to just above her knee. Teasingly she turned her back on me and bent her knees and eased the slip over her bum to display her black frilly suspender belt. She smiled at me as she let the slip fall and then turned suddenly to face me. "I told you I had a surprise for you," Anne gasped as I stared in shock at the thick black strap-on dildo that was held against her right leg with a black satin ribbon. Releasing the ribbon as she walked towards my stiffened body, her cock sprung free pointing straight at me and around twelve inches in front of her. "Open the door and see if Phil the photographer is waiting in the corridor," she suggested, as she held the dildo in her right hand and stroked at it as if it was a real cock. Phil walked in, camera around his neck and whistled as his eyes locked on the shaft Anne held upright. "I want Uncle Yano on his knees on the bed," she ordered pointing to the bed as she spoke. I was still in shock and disobeyed her order - rabbit and headlights come to mind now. She pointed again and I continued to stand with my back against the wall my own cock drooping at the anticipated horror running through my mind. Then Anne continued with a quite sympathetic tone to her voice considering I had disobeyed. "Alright Honey, I'm not going to push this up your ass or down your throat. I just want you to help me with the cover to my retirement invitation and pose for a few shots. That's all, nothing sinister." I looked at her, somewhat unconvinced. "Honest," and she gently took me by the hand and led me to the bed. I felt like a child as she continued talking. "I have a fantastic surprise for you when this is complete and I want Phil to remain here and take some shots of us together." My mind raced back to the thought of having sex with her, something that used to happen regularly a few years ago but now the younger black studs with the massive cocks are her favourite. I climbed onto the bed and turned to face her and the camera. Anne offered her cock to my mouth and I kissed the huge bulbous head. Phil's camera rattled off numerous shots. "Be a daredevil Yano, give my cock a few licks and then let me see you suck it, just for a few seconds," Anne coaxed and then continued. "I promise this surprise that I have for you is worthy of doing me the honour of a few sucks on my dildo." I looked at both of us in the mirror. Never since that fateful day with Boyd and Emma had I held a large black cock so close to my mouth. I looked at myself in the mirror for a second and then closed my eyes. I heard the clicking of the camera shutter a few times and then a couple of minutes or so later changed to a position with my ass in the air and the dildo pressing at my anus. Five minutes later we were looking at the results on Phil's camera when my jaw suddenly dropped. I had no idea it could also record video and my enthusiasm, my willingness to please Miss Anne had been captured. When the camera shutter had silenced I began to lick the entire length of her dildo, licking it as I looked upward into her eyes, my arms reaching upwards to her breasts, my tongue licking around the knob, easing it into my mouth, sucking on the massive black cock strapped to my mistress. I begged her to fuck me as we simulated sexual intercourse when Phil seemed to have finished photographing the second scene. I watched myself in the mirror, my head forced down onto the bed as Anne stood at the end of the bed thrusting her dildo between my legs to glide back and forth in my cupped hands. I was shocked that my actions had been filmed, all I wanted to do, was to let her see how willing I was to fuck with her. I was still shell-shocked when she dropped to her knees before me and began to suck my cock and encouraged Phil to photograph us. She did the same to me with her mouth as I had done to her dildo and had me standing stiff and erect in seconds. "I have a wonderful surprise for you," she said when she stopped. "I have something that you will truly adore – just open the bathroom door and find out." As she talked I was led by the cock across the room and opened the door. "Wow," I gasped, the sight of a bridal gown hanging from the shower head, the train and petticoats filling the bath. I looked at Anne thinking that she was going dress in it. "It's not for me," she replied, reading my thoughts. "Kirsten left it for you and she is coming back later to see you in it and to have her photograph taken with her favourite sissy Uncle." I stood back, I wanted to escape, the recent words of Avril ringing through my head and the thought of how she would react to me dressed as a bride. Anne busied herself removing three large petticoats to the lay them out on the bed. "Bring out your bridal gown you gorgeous kinky man," she teased. "I don't think it will fit me," I grasped at an excuse. "I think you are right," she responded immediately and so matter of factly. "But I think we can squeeze you in and perhaps lace up the back a little wider than intended but tight enough to keep it raised around you. No excuses my dear - come on then, step into this," and she held open the waistband of the first multi-layered petticoat. I looked at Phil, camera in one hand ready to record the occasion, brown envelope full of incriminating photos in the other. The petticoats all fitted perfectly, the elasticated waistband helping immensely. Under the first one I could already feel my dick responding as the layers of tulle on the second and third brushed against my naked body as they were lowered over my head. Now I could relate to the sensation tranny Roberta (The Virgin Tranny and the Bride) and others had tried to get over to me in their confessions and accounts of life with the KBG. I looked down over the single hair on my chest to the huge white protrusion emanating from my waist. I moved and they rustled. I took a step forwards and stopped, the petticoats rocked and rolled on my hips for a few seconds after I had halted. I was fascinated. I tried hard to contain my excitement as I once more looked into the mirror. When Phil asked me to show off my dick Miss Anne helped me raise the sensational tulle around me and let him see how aroused I was. I swung it around in front of him and his camera until Miss Anne asked me to kneel on the floor, this time the petticoats spreading around me as she gathered the immense gown to lower over my head. Earlier we had all admired Kirsten as she stepped from the bridal car, a true Princess, Avril assisting with the stunning dress, adjusting the white ruched organza skirt over the mass of white tulle below, attending to the immense train and the long veil lifting from the train in the gentle breeze. Kirsten smiled at me from under the two tiers of her veil as I stepped forward to take a quick snap of her, the sequins and embroidery of her satin strapless bodice glinting in the sunlight, the rustling of all the material quite audible at the same time. And now here I was rising to my feet in the same gown, billowing out around me, unbelievable to watch, the rustling sound much louder as Anne busied herself with the same adjustments Avril had made, Phil capturing every move with his camera, my face quite stern, shocked even, the realisation of what was happening to me very distant indeed. I knew I had no other option and seemed resigned to the fact and was standing there, merely allowing this to happen. For ten minutes Anne crawled around on all fours, still completely naked, fixing Velcro onto the edge of the train. Under the gown my cock was drooping, the wonderful pleasure I had had with the petticoats and the gown and its inbuilt layers lowering over my head were passed. However when Anne was finished on the floor and rose to her feet to bring the satin bodice up around me I was soon aroused again, especially with each flick of the satin ribbons as she threaded up the corset bodice, tightening it around me with the help of Phil, creating my breasts with the soft breast forms that she had tried to slip secretly into place. I was then given the white lace gloves to try on, tight but successfully done. Then came the veil, another mass of shimmering white tulle held together with a white plastic comb which gripped into my thick dark hair quite well. The silver tiara followed before I was turned around to look in the mirror again, to see the wonderful apparition, the bride that was me, formerly a stud at the KBG and now being punished in pleasure as a transvestite bride. Now I knew what the other trannies were talking about as I escorted them to the love alter in the grounds of Tulle Towers. I knew how much I enjoyed the sensations of their gowns and petticoats brushing my nakedness as I assisted them from the limo or when we walked arm in arm towards her naked groom. The gasps from under the veil, the repeated sharp intakes of her breath with each step as the gown rocked on the hips and the interior layers of tulle made contact with a stiff cock. "Are you going to put make up on me," I asked in a quivering voice. "Was that a kinky request from our kinky stud," Anne teased and went into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving me to study myself in the mirror. I now knew what it meant as I gazed at myself, the veil, my veil thrown back over my head, tumbling, cascading in layers onto the crinkled fabric of my train. I'd never experienced a gown like this before, so wide and so beautiful to look at and so utterly fabulous to wear. I'd been bridalised before, only four weeks before in a tight fitting trumpet gown, but the sensation in this extravaganza of organza and tulle was breathtaking to say the least. I remembered how Roberta (The Virgin Tanny and the Bride) described her first experience in a bridal gown, that of my friend Rianna too and then of course my current shemale lover Michelle. I spilled my heart out to Phil who had finished snapping photographs of me and sat on the couch watching me run my hands over and over the satin corset and the springing skirt, pushing the volume against my crotch, teasing my massive rod with the layer of loose hanging tulle, wanting to lift the vast layers to grab my cock and masturbate like a new clit licker at Tulle Towers as the beautiful bride glided passed on her way to her gorgeous stud. "Do you think I could become a transvestite stud?" I asked Phil just as the bathroom door opened and Miss Anne emerged with her strap-on waving around in front of her. She answered my question. "Perhaps you could and that's why I have decided there will be no make up for you. Perhaps some of our gay clientele will enjoy their partner undressing from a dress to reveal a hunky body like yours so I must give that some consideration." She stepped onto the bed in front of me. "How about a little quick practice before we get Kirsten along to see her kinky Uncle in her wedding gown," and pushed her dildo into my face. Phil got his video running and recorded all my kinky requests as the sensation of it all had me drooling at the mouth as well as my cock. "Perhaps you would like to be my lesbian bride for my last ever movie for the KBG," she began as I held her thick latex dick in my hands again and kissed and licked it as she spoke. "Just imagine both of us walking out onto the lawn in the most elaborate bridal gowns ever, walking in front of a hundred people or more, your colleagues from the stud offering their big dicks to us as we pass, clitlickers and transvestites masturbating at our beauty, former girlfriends and co-stars of your movies stunned at your feminine beauty as they watch us take our kinky vows." Her words were driving me on, my tongue and mouth working on her cock oblivious to Phil and his camera, lapping up the pussy juice seeping from her, trying to deep throat her dildo as I tried equally hard to impress her. I wanted to be the last one to fuck her. "Please, please let it be me, that is a wonderful idea - I want to be your transvestite stud." Suddenly a phone started ringing. Phil answered it. "Kirsten is leaving the ballroom with Anji. Richard is very drunk and being a bit of a problem," was the message. "Now is your chance to impress your chief bridesmaid for our wedding day," Anne enthused as she directed me on where stand and then fixed my gown before she and Phil stepped into the bathroom to watch from the open door. I was shaking, a mixture of excitement and worry. Questions ran through my mind as I stood in the silent room. "Would Kirsten be alone?" "What would happen if one of my relatives were with her?" Then I heard the key in the door. I heard the door open and then quietly close. Then there was silence followed by soft sobbing. Kirsten was upset by the behaviour of her drunken groom. What would she be like when she walked around the corner from the lobby to the sitting room to find me in her immense bridal gown? I was scared to move, so many layers of materials created so much rustling with even the slightest movement. I listened, the sobbing stopped, Kirsten blowing her nose, but she remained in the lobby. I decided to move, to get this huge shock over with. Dream Bride Tranny Ch. 02 We met at the corner of the room. "Uncle Yano," you gave me such a shock she gasped, her eyes drinking in the sight before her. "I've never seen my gown on anyone else," Kirsten continued as if oblivious to it being worn by a man, her Uncle. "Did it look as good on me?" "Look sweetheart, I'm terribly sorry about this," I butted in. "This was not my idea." "I know, but I did wonder what was happening when I saw you leave the room towards the bridal suite," Kirsten replied as she took hold of my hand and leaned forward to place a little kiss on my cheek. "You look fabulous." Just then the bathroom door opened and into the room stepped Phil, his camera at the ready and a flash filled the room as he captured us together. He was followed by Miss Anne. "Lovely to see the bride and her kinky bride so close and so friendly," she announced so sarcastically. "Why don't you remove your lovely red dress Kirsten and let us all see the gorgeous underwear you are wearing especially for your lovely groom." No question asked and her dress was at her feet in seconds, her gorgeous breasts sitting in a white quarter cup bra, nipples erect, her dark red pussy hair quite visible through her white lace panties which matched the lace trim on her satin suspender belt and white stockings. "Uncle Yano doesn't have any little panties under all those petticoats he is wearing. His shaft will be nice and big and stiff ready for him to thank the bride for letting him become the ultimate transvestite in her sumptuous bridal gown." Miss Anne went on. "But first we want a few extra special photographs, some nice reminders for your wedding album Kirsten, a few... extras to those that we took earlier." Her words slowed, teasingly, as she looked at us with a broad smile on her face. No doubt Kirsten had the same wondering thoughts run through her head as I had in mine. Miss Anne kept the suspense going for at least half a minute until Kirsten could wait no longer. "Yes – what is it then?" she enquired impatiently. "Well," Miss Anne began just as slowly. "We have the corridor leading to the ballroom sealed off and a video camera in position and all we want you both to do is walk out into the corridor to the fire escape door." She stopped to gauge our reaction and then went on. "The fire door leads to the car park at the rear of the hotel where we have the 'Dark Secret' (the stretched limousine with the very darkened windows) situated. When we receive the signal that it is clear, we want you quickly into the limo to get some shots as if the kinky couple are just arriving in the bridal limo. You are not going anywhere, just pose for a few simple shots and then back into the corridor." I was about to ask a question when Miss Anne cut me off. "If you have any questions, keep them to yourselves. There should be no danger, great excitement, yes of course, but we, as always, have made sure that this will work. Your naked little bride will help you with that beautiful long train which is going to be even longer." Anne returned from the bedroom with a huge piece of identical material in her arms. "We all thought your eight foot train looked wonderful Kirsten but felt that an eighteen foot train tumbling across the floor behind a kinky man bride would be even more sexy and just a little more difficult for his sexy naked bride to control. Alright get ready, we go as soon as I Velcro this to the original train." Now I knew why Anne had attached the Velcro earlier and when she spread my train out behind me it stretched right across the sitting room and well into the bedroom. I immediately felt the drag of such an extended train as I took my first step, the tightening of the gown around my hips, the front of the dress pulled back against the mass of tulle underskirts and petticoats, the petticoats and wispy layers forced against my naked sex, my rod fully resurrected by the fantastic sensation of tulle on naked skin, the feeling of colossal pleasure linked to the vast strain required to move in such a stunning gown under such circumstances. I had read and written of other peoples' experiences of this moment and now it was my turn as I followed my naked niece towards the door. Gingerly Kirsten checked the corridor before stepping out and then assisted me with the volume of my gown, her bridal gown - our bridal gown. I saw myself in the mirror on the lobby wall, my veil tossed high onto my head and tumbling over my back and then onwards over my long train. Miss Anne was assisting at the rear, lifting the massive train until we were all into the corridor whereupon she spread it out behind me to let everyone see the most amazing sight as Kirsten and I kissed, her nakedness now pressed against the gown, her nipples erect as they made contact with my tulle veil. I helped remove her panties and her bra before we made for the fire escape door. I was shaking again, worried about such a huge undertaking so early on in my new career as a transvestite stud, worried about being able to handle such an extensive bridal gown for the first time anywhere never mind going outside. Dream Bride Tranny Ch. 03 I was never allowed to forget that I had had sex with my 18 year old niece when she modelled a few bridal gowns for the KBG. Even her wedding day was hijacked and, in the final part of a wedding day shock for bride Kirsten, she has dressed her Uncle in her most amazing bridal gown and is about to embark on another kinky adventure. Hand in hand Kirsten and I walked towards the video camera and the fire door. As we waited for the signal to move Kirsten was instructed to peel back a few layers of my gown and then hug and kiss me, rub herself against the material and beg me to take her outside and fuck her. She didn't disappoint Miss Anne. "I'm a kinky bride Uncle Yano and I just love letting you wear my bridal gown. I hope my husband doesn't find us." Suddenly she was worried about Richard. "He won't interrupt called Miss Anne, he is being taken care of in the bar." I encouraged her to carry on as before and raised my shimmering gown to expose some of the top layers of petticoats. Kirsten most enthusiastically grabbed some of the others and bucked her pussy against them. "Uncle Yano, I feel so very, very sexy and just want to feel your big cock squeezing into my pussy. Avril calls me a slut because I tell her all the time that I want to have a baby with you, your cock was first into me and I love to have it in me whenever I can." "Even on your wedding night?" Miss Anne teased and then she carried on. "By the way sweetheart, Uncle Yano no longer has a big a cock. It is a big clit from now on - don't ever let me hear otherwise. He is a lesbian tranny, a bisexual tranny with a big juicy clit and he wants to tell you how much he loves his clit in your wedding dress as well as your pussy." I didn't get a chance as Kirsten held the sexy tulle against her pussy and begged me, in gasping breathes, to fuck her so hard. She was suddenly interrupted by the signal to move out and the fire doors swung open and the cool night air wafted into us. We continued to stand our eyes becoming accustomed to the darkness. There was the 'Dark Secret' about twenty feet away, the rear door open wide inviting us in. Nothing stood between us and the limo, Miss Anne, Phil and the video man all behind us now in the corridor to watch and record our tentative steps. Kirsten helped lower the skirt of my gown again and smooth it over the underskirts before standing beside me, taking my hand. I wanted to drape my train over my arm but that was not permitted because Miss Anne wanted the camera to see the full extent of such a train as I walked to the limo. I squeezed Kirsten's hand to let her know I was ready. With my left hand linking her and my right hand holding up my gown to avoid tripping, we took three steps in the corridor and then out into the night. We stopped, the heat of the day still holding in the night air but the chill of the cold concrete path penetrating my stocking clad feet. I didn't look at any of the cars in the car park, nor did I look up at the windows of the hotel, I just stood there and hoped nobody would see us, absorbing the wonderful moment. I did look to my left, to my brave niece, so naked beside me, so gorgeous and so sexy. Any normal bride on her wedding night would be in bed with her new husband. Kirsten of course is not normal - she is a teenage porn star and always looking for excitement and a bigger thrill. With her help I was also gaining a huge thrill, an amazing thrill and despite the anxiety of the situation my clit was throbbing like fuck twenty layers under. Kirsten gave me a smile, a contented smile, and I gave her hand another squeeze. The cameras remained in the safety of the corridor, I linked my arm into her hers and we took our first few steps together in public as kinky brides, my gown shimmering in the subdued lighting of the car park, the corset tight around my torso, the vastness of the massive petticoat filled skirt pressed against Kirsten on my left, half surrounding her nudity, creating the same stimulations in her female body as it did in my own when the roles were reversed, an escaped layer of my veil brushing her right breast sending sexy shivers throughout her body. On my right side my gown was now free from the restrictions of the room and the corridor walls, the massive skirt that had been so admired earlier as Kirsten stepped from the wedding car at the church now rustling and rolling on my transvestite hips with each step, creating a diversion of my thoughts from the apprehension of being in such a situation to one of absolute bliss, blanking from my mind the thoughts that someone might be watching us from a darkened hotel window. "This is so superb," I whispered to Kirsten. I was about to thank her again when we were stopped about halfway to the limo and asked to turn around and pose and to see my train still coming out of the door. We had to kiss, a passionate kiss, our tongues exploring, our arms encircling each other as I pulled the naked bride against her gown from the outside and my solid erection pushing outwards, pushing at the innermost layer of net petticoat, my eyes closed for an esctatic moment and then open again, staring at the mass of hotel windows. How could the KBG guarantee our safety? How could they tell that a resident was not going to get up and draw the blinds or stand and view the city at midnight? The order to move broke my thoughts and we carried on to reach the rear door of the limo where I had to stand as Kirsten made a start to gathering in the train. It seemed to take forever and I was scared stiff when a car suddenly appeared but passed without detecting us even though Kirsten was between the hotel and the limo with only an armful of bridal train concealing her nakedness to the occupants. I slipped onto the rear seat of the limo with a great deal of care, the door quite narrow for such an abundant bridal gown and Kirsten eased my train in around me. My gown was everywhere. Filling the back of the car and spilling across the floor and onto the beds. Phil and Vic climbed into the car and instructed me to raise my gown and expose my standing clit to my naked bride. I posed with my clit in the most sensational way I had ever done before. Kirsten gently brushed wisps of tulle across the bulbous tip and I whimpered with extreme ecstasy. Her teasing gave way to licking as she licked off some of my leaking juices and then gave me a full-blown blowjob as Anne watched distantly from the corridor. It didn't last long enough, only seconds, long enough to get the shots required and then Kirsten scrambled onto the seat to push her very excited pussy into my face. "Lick me Uncle Yano, lick me, lick your kinky teenage bride, we are two kinky brides together. Please let me feel your tongue in my pussy." Kirsten was delirious with passion now, always keen to remind me that she was still a teenager and nearly half my age, begging me to have her right there in the car park, quite oblivious to our surroundings now, quite oblivious to me dressed as the bride and not her, the passion, the love, the lust overtaking our senses for our safety even, as we ignored the instructions being given to us and I sank my tongue between her wide open legs and began drinking on her sodden mound. Kirsten pounded her cunt against my mouth until we stopped for a breather, her climax growing fast. "I want you to fuck me darling," I whispered more to her pussy than directly to Kirsten but she heard me all the same. "I want you to sit on my cock, please let me feel my clit in your cunt," I went on, correcting my error, realising I no longer had a cock but a ten inch clit. "I love you fucking me doggy style," Kirsten confessed as we coupled up only to be stopped by Phil after just a few strokes. "Miss Anne is going apeshit at you two for disobeying her orders," he began. "You are not supposed to be doing that here – you are jeopardising not only your safety, but others too, so let's get a few of the required shots as you get back into the hotel." I looked up as he ran back to the fire door and saw him join Anne and Vic. Miss Anne did not look happy. "I think we are in deep trouble," I said to Kirsten as she helped me raise the gown around my clit as I prepared to step from the limo, exposing myself to the waiting cameras. I took a few steps and then stopped as Kirsten prepared my long train so that it glided from the back seat. For a few seconds I looked around me again at all the overlooking windows, some lit up, some in darkness, some with the curtains drawn and others not, as I awaited Kirsten to come by my side to continue our walk towards the door with my clit in her right hand. We were stopped by an angry Miss Anne just on the doorstep so that my bridal train could be filmed and photographed as an encouragement for other tranny and clitlickers at the KBG, to let them see one of the most beautiful gowns they could get to wear if they played the rules correctly. "That was ludicrous and so I have already decided to punish you both tonight for your complete failure to act responsibly, so don't be surprised by some of the orders that I give you from now on. Just obey them," Anne scolded as I lifted Kirsten into my arms, as instructed earlier, to carry my bride along the corridor and over the threshold of the bedroom. With one arm around my neck and the other holding my gown and petticoats aloft to let my clit peek out from the white heaven, we strolled and posed strictly as instructed until we reached the room. My train was once again reduced to its normal length before I continued to carry my naked bride to the bedroom. "Bloody Hell," Kirsten spurted out in anguish, "Back, quick, quick, quick, get back," she continued, most agitated as I struggled to see the problem because my veil had slipped over my eyes a little. I added my own expletives when I got sight of the problem. There, lying spread-eagled over the bed was her husband, naked and unconscious. I tried to reverse with this massive dress and was stopped by Miss Anne. "He is dead to the World, so pissed he had to be carried here and undressed. He won't bother you two having sex beside him," she said quite nonchalantly. "No way," I retorted pushing her to the side as I attempted to turn in the doorway. Phil and Vic stood in my way and Miss Anne looked at me, anger once again painted on her face. "Alright then, the 'Dark Secret' is still at the door. You now have a choice. Either perform here and now, or both of you will be taken into the city to perform in an alleyway and then left to find your own way home, one naked and the other so kinky in such a beautiful bridal gown." There was silence for a few moments before Anne added, "Kirsten can help make your decision by climbing onto the bed to give Richard a little suck to see how he reacts. The choice is all yours." I continued to stand in the doorway, but prepared to dive into the sitting room at the same time, as I watched the young wife position herself on her knees between his open legs and suck on her husbands cock. His cock stiffened slightly but there was no other movement. Anne nudged me into the bedroom. "Get onto the bed behind her and start rimming her ass with your tongue." I looked at Anne, the order a bit too severe for my liking. "I told you things would be a bit different now so just do it, or, remember the city centre beckons." Eventually I scrambled onto the king size bed struggling to manipulate my gown, trying to make the amplitude of the oscillating layers surely loud enough to waken the sleeping groom, delaying as much as possible the surprise for his gorgeous wife. It failed to work and I began by licking on her tasty pussy once again. The cameras came in close as Miss Anne slipped her hand up under my petticoat mass and grabbed me hard by the clit. I responded immediately and ran my tongue onto the brides' ass hole. I licked at her, pushing my tongue into the hole, pushing my veil back onto my head to allow the cameras an interrupted view of the kinky proceedings as Kirsten successfully brought Richard to an erection. I did this for around two minutes until Miss Anne interrupted. "Now then Yano - is your big transvestite clit still hard? You heard the little wretch say how much she loved you fucking her doggy style, so I think it is time the kinky little slut bride was fucked on her wedding night – even it is by a member of her direct family – not only so fucking kinky but incestuous too," she chortled, obviously enjoying our predicament. She was inciting us to retort but all Kirsten did was help me with my gown and then return to slip her husbands' dick into her mouth as I offered my clit to her clit. I slipped in and piled the front of the gown on her back and leaned over her to watch her suck on Richard. "Wow," Miss Anne was excited by the scene, "The newlyweds in bed with kinky Uncle Yano, the transvestite of the family, wearing the wedding gown and fucking the bride. What a wonderful insurance policy to insure that Yano will remain at Tulle Towers forever. If only I had my strap-on handy because I would really love to fuck the boy pussy of the elder bride. More incitement, which I thankfully ignored as I pounded into Kirsten, I was enjoying myself now thrusting into her body her mouth filled with cock and her pussy too for the very first time in her porno life. I tried hard not to cum, playing with the dress, watching myself in the mirror, flicking up my layers of wispy petticoats, caressing the dangling breasts of my niece as I slowed to keep control. This was so wonderful, a wonderful sight to watch in the mirror, but Anne wanted me to go faster. "You won't give the bride your baby if you don't fuck her harder," she goaded and to which Kirsten responded. "Please Uncle Yano, fuck me and give me a baby, please." A finger nail, belonging to Miss Anne, and brushed across my anus had the desired affect and I was once again thrusting furiously, giving her my whole length, gasping with pleasure as my orgasm grew. I was beyond the point of worrying about the groom waking, I was pleasuring his bride and loving it, the sweat running from my forehead with so many layers of clothing on. Thrust after thrust, an orgasm for Kirsten and my own gaining and gaining, awaiting permission from Miss Anne to fire off into the bride. I had another glance in the mirror and that did it, my spurting began, Kirsten cried out in ecstasy, my hands on her hips pushing my clit deep into her, gasping with pleasure, thrusting, the bridal gown and petticoats around us adding to the noise in the room as we performed one of the kinkiest and sexiest scenes ever filmed by the KBG. Another orgasm ripped through my niece as I continued to fill her pussy once again with my hot sticky cream, no longer able to hold her husband's shaft in her mouth, her head rolling from side to side and then thrown back towards me, her long hair flicking me in the face until the muscles of her vagina had creamed me dry. I was spent, but very relieved at the same time. Kirsten went off to the bathroom and I was ready to have the gown removed. "Don't think you are finished yet kinky bride," Miss Anne reprimanded. "The groom has not yet had the pleasure of an orgasm like you have so I think you ought to thank him for giving you the chance to fuck his lovely bride so many times on their wedding day. Let us start with your tongue - get your tongue around that shaft and start sucking before his wife comes back too see you drinking down her husbands cream." I gave her one of those 'your joking' looks. "Normally you would be done but I told you earlier you would be punished for disobedience so get sucking before your niece sees that you are so willing to suck cock as well, or is it only black cock you like to suck?" This was another reference to an earlier time with Emma and Boyd, a mistake but never allowed to be forgotten. Reluctantly I climbed back onto the bed and enveloped Richard's cock in a handful of soft petticoat and then dropped my mouth over his shaft and made it nice and hard again. He just lay there, a few waves of pleasure shaking his body. I looked at him, what would he think about another man sucking him and it all being recorded into the bargain? Like me I'm sure he would have been horrified but I just kept doing what I was told, licking his balls then his entire shaft before forcing as much as possible into my mouth. I could taste his precum but my attention was diverted by a commotion which was taking place in the sitting room and then spilled into the bedroom. I looked up to see a shocked and still naked Kirsten remonstrating with Miss Anne and Anji who had now appeared on the scene. "Kirsten has a nice surprise for her Uncle Yano on their wedding night." "No, no I haven't. Please don't, I don't want to, I can't," she continued her outburst amidst sobs. "Show Uncle Yano what you have for him," said Miss Anne as she held Kirsten's arm aloft to display a large strap on dildo. I joined in the begging to stop. "Please don't do this to us, please not my niece, don't make her fuck me please. We've had a great day, how many kinky wedding videos will be on the market shot at the actual wedding with the actual bride? Call it quits please, another time perhaps but not here in front of her husband." "We're not listening to you," Miss Anne sang out, "Just like you didn't listen to us in the limo and so this is punishment. I would advise gathering in as much of your pretty petticoats and bridal gown as you can Uncle Yano just to give you something to bite on until your gorgeous little niece has forced her super big dildo into your boy pussy. You should know what to do, your friend Roberta told you all about it before she fled for America." I was shocked and even more so when the threat of two heavies coming into the room to help Kirsten with her dildo and to hold me down, if necessary. I tried everything to delay the inevitable including the suggestion of having a cigarette. "You don't smoke, you old fool," Anne scolded, her patience at the end of her tether and the heavies in the sitting room. "Are you going to be sensible?" she continued. There was no point in remonstrating any more. Quickly, I nodded my approval. "Come on Yano, we want better than that," Anne chastised, so I elaborated. "I want you Kirsten to fuck me in the ass with your dildo." "Better still," continued Anne now on a witch hunt it would seem. "Remember you are deputising for your friend Roberta and she has told you all the right things to say. Now try again." I turned to face Kirsten and look her in the eyes. "Kirsten, please fuck my boy pussy, I want to be your virgin transvestite bride, please take my virginity. I took yours when you first joined the KGB so I want you to be my first. I want to thank you for letting me wear this magnificent gown and now I want my gorgeous niece, my kinky friend and lover to screw me good and hard. Please darling, please. I really want you to be the first." "Much better," Anne complimented as I watched Anji help Kirsten step into the straps of the massive dildo and then raise and tighten it around her waist. It looked so real as it waved around in front of her. I was beginning to think what Roberta would do. "Do you want me to suck it Anne?" I asked. "Now you are getting into the swing of things, pardon the pun," she laughed and then added. "Would that be before or after you have let your teenage niece, fuck your boy pussy?" She could not resist another opportunity to remind me Kirsten was family and still so young. I gave a nervous snigger. " Before, please," with another nervous snigger. "Afterwards too perhaps, if you fail to give us a very good show," Anne concluded as Kirsten slipped nervously onto the bed before me. Dream Bride Tranny Ch. 03 I took hold of her thick dildo. If Anne wanted elaboration then I was going to give her elaboration. I thought of the things I had done earlier with Miss Anne and what Roberta had said in her letters as I looked into Kirsten's eyes. "Sweetheart you know I love you, you know I love having sex with you and now I love wearing your bridal gown. I want to wear all of your teenage clothes to go out together, your mini dresses, those stunning bushy petticoats you got from a KBG sugar daddy, I want to share them with you and then have the most amazing sex, me fucking you and then you fucking me with this huge cock that you now have. I want to fuck with you in the city, outside in the woods and suck your cock as a thank you." I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over the latex tip. Kirsten seemed to be still in shock as I looked up into her eyes, licking and sucking eagerly on her swinging cock, hoping to impress the KBG staff present. "Take me darling," and I began to turn around to collect masses of petticoats as earlier instructed. "You are the bride today and I am the kinky bride and I just want you to give me a fucking that we will both remember for the rest of our lives." I know I got carried away, I've seen the video, but I thought I was doing right at the time. Anji helped with my gown raising the back to fall forward onto my shoulders. I found myself staring at a real cock again, Richard still asleep and so I kissed it for added effect before burying my head in a huge white wave of sexy tulle. I felt fingers on my pussy, then a cold feeling, Vaseline being applied, and I heard Kirsten being told how to finger it deep into my pussy, one finger at first and then two, stretching me open in readiness for her cock. I was already filling my mouth with tulle. I was worried, clammy again, but nothing like the sweat which ran out of me as I felt the tip of the dildo replacing her fingers. I bit into the bridal gown as she very gently eased into me. Then it became really sore and I gave a little scream into the petticoats. "Do you want me to stop Uncle Yano," I heard Kirsten ask, which was quickly followed by Anne. "No, no you are nearly there – just another ten inches to go. Now, just keep pushing gently into your transvestite bride, his pussy will gradually accept your cock. It will be sore for your Uncle at first, remember when you had your very first sex with Uncle Yano and how his massive dick stretched open your virgin pussy and how sore that was for you, well it will be the same for him. Yano, darling - you can consider this as retaliation from all those tight pussies you have forced your massive weapon into, remember how some of them screamed too." I tried to relax and just accept the cock, and then suddenly, after another few moments of excruciating pain, it eased a little and I could feel the cock getting deeper and deeper until Kirsten stopped. I felt the petticoats and dress being removed from around my head. I surfaced from my petticoat layer and looked up into the eyes of Anji and heard Miss Anne speaking to me at the same time. "You don't want to miss seeing this. Here is the bride on her actual wedding night, her groom in deep slumber, and if you look into the mirror you can watch the bride fuck her Uncle with her gorgeous dildo." I did as I was asked. I looked, my face drawn and strained. Anji straightened my headdress and veil and wiped my sweaty face as Kirsten placed her hands on my hips and began to slide her cock in and out of me. I grimaced so much that we had to stop for a number of posed photos for Phil and his still camera, Kirsten withdrawing her cock to let the camera see it gradually disappear into my boy pussy. I was encouraged to at least pretend I was enjoying the occasion, to smile, to tell her much I enjoyed being her virgin bride and to beg her to fuck me - but nice and gently. I watched, kneeling on all fours, Kirsten a very pretty girl and such a quiet girl as well until coming into contact with the KBG and now performing another of their kinkiest scenes ever as her newly wed husband lay before us. I was always wary that he may awaken from his drunken stupor, worried how he would react. How would you react if you awoke to find your new bride had dressed her Uncle in her stunning gown and was now fucking his ass with a dildo on the very same bed? The heavies were in the next room but would they be quick enough to help us? My worst fears were compounded when Anji stood back to show us that she had worked Richard's cock into an erection with the use of my veil. His cock had reacted but he remained asleep. Then she held his erection aloft and suggested I suck it. "No, please no," Kirsten and I cried out in chorus. "Please Miss Anne, not on my wedding night," Kirsten continued as Miss Anne laughed. "Why didn't I think of that, I must be slipping in my elder years or perhaps letting you younger ones make suggestions? I think that is brilliant," as she strutted to my side to direct the scene. Kirsten and I remonstrated again, pleading not to involve her husband directly in the sex scenes, it had been bad enough that he was lying there beside us a we fucked. We failed and actually made things worse. "Tell you what Anji," Miss Anne continued after ignoring our pleas. "This little video was really only going to be for our friends at Tulle Towers but I am now sorely tempted to release it onto the general market through our friends in Germany. Has there ever been a more kinky wedding video available in the shops? Look at them, a beautiful teenage slut, just married and carrying on her affair with her kinky old Uncle, now a transvestite and so willing to suck off her husband as a thank you for letting him wear her bridal gown. I am sure we could edit it to look like that or – maybe you would just like a few seconds to change your minds." There was a pause. "I won't do it," I spurted out. "Well, well, well," scoffed Miss Anne. "Some people never learn about who makes the decisions around here. Is there a chain and a padlock available that we can fit around the waist of the pretty bride, so that she is unable to remove her strap on? Also make sure that her Uncle is unable to remove her bridal gown too easily. All right you two. One last chance, either cooperate - or you are going for a ride in the 'Dark Secret' to be dropped off in the red light area where we will alert some of the girls and their punters to expect you. Think hard about it. How will you get home? What will your husband say when he awakes and can't find you. What will he say when he sees you in a porno magazine out in the streets with a just a dildo for company? How will he react when he finds your Uncle on another page and in another street dressed in your bridal gown? Just a couple of points to ponder before we call for the limo." The idea of being out on the street in a bridal gown was quite appealing for a new tranny remembering the words of my friend Roberta but I would like to do it gradually. Kirsten was sobbing again. I looked at her in the mirror, there was, of course, just one answer. "Let me suck him Kirsten, he is asleep and if I do it quickly I might be able to blow him off and he will never realise it. Perhaps the expert tongue of Anji will help me." "Sure, that is a nice idea," commented Miss Anne but make sure, Anji, that you don't obscure the view for the young bride. We want her to see her Uncle swallowing all the wedding night cum from her husband." A shocked Kirsten could only raise a nod, her earlier enthusiasm for such a kinky night now quite diminished. I took it as acceptance of my suggestion. She watched as I laid the right side of my face onto her husbands left hip and produced a nice foundation of tulle to surround his cock. I continued to watch her watch me as I kissed his shaft, teasing him with the tulle, licking at his balls and then all the way to the tip. I immersed him in tulle and then drew both the material and his cock into my mouth. Quickly I drew it back out again to let Kirsten see my tongue playing around the dick that should have been filling her with cum on such an auspicious night. Instead I looked at the bride one more time, closed my eyes and slipped my mouth over her grooms cock to suck him. I had done this numerous times to my shemale girlfriends but I didn't want Kirsten to know. All I wanted her to do to me now was to continue fucking me. I set up the motion, backwards and forwards, in and out, me fucking the dildo until she emerged from her shocked state. Anji joined me, our tongues working together, often meeting as we crossed from one licking and the other sucking at Richard. I could hear Miss Anne encouraging Kirsten to fuck me. I sneaked a peek in the mirror and watched as her young tits bounced around with every thrust. Below my dress my own cock was flaccid and lifeless, only the motion of Kirsten fucking me, creating any movement as it bounced against my thighs. It was the complete opposite to her husbands and already Anji and I were sharing his pre cum, Phil ready with his camera to record my eagerness to drink the emerging cum. Richard was getting restless, regaining movement into the body which had lain prostrate on the bed for so long, his orgasm building fast, two eager and experienced tongues bringing him ever closer to a climax in full view of his bride, her young eyes witnessing their first gay sexual encounter, her new husband erupting into the face of her transvestite Uncle, my mouth greedily competing with Anji to taste that superb creamy taste of fresh cum. I could no longer see Kirsten but I could still feel her gently thrusting into me, still encouraged by Miss Anne because her concentration wandered towards watching us before her, Anji and I hold the spurting cock against our faces, my veil held back by her as we continued to take turns at licking Richards cum from each of our faces. Then suddenly Richard moved, he gave a huge sigh and heaved his body onto his side, his cock still seeping but now onto the bed rather than my face as we all gingerly made our exit into the sitting room, Miss Anne and Anji were assisting me with my massive gown when I tripped and fell over and banged my head on the wall. "Pity that wasn't a real wedding sweetheart but it will look great on film and a nice chapter in your punishment programme," I heard as I drifted from a daze into reality. I was sat bolt upright in the bed - my adventure no more than a dream – perhaps even a nightmare. Which was it for you?