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The Virgin Tranny & the Bride

By: yano



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

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

I was in state of turmoil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My look was enough. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Margaret got the message and quickly hauled at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 02



This is part two of a confession related to me by my transvestite friend Roberta, and like the first part, is so sexy without any further elaboration by me. Having seen some of the photographs, I can only say that she strays very little from the truth. Meantime I am trying to convince her to let me publish a few on the Internet. Watch this space.

Exactly two weeks after my own birthday we celebrated Margaret’s 26th in the same style.

I bought her a Polaroid camera (something I would later regret) and we spent the first few hours in and around the house practising with it. My parents had left for a late night journey to London to catch a flight to the Far East on a business trip and so I gave Margaret her first birthday wish – doggy-style sex on my bed in front of a mirror.

By 2.30am we had slept a little and then she introduced me to vodka. We had a couple before made our way to the mesh gate, the warm glow inside creating an outward courage as we arrived on the public side of the gate at the place usually frequented by hooker Sarah and her friend. Margaret was wearing a long coat, which she allowed to fall open as we walked, to reveal her nakedness except for her customary white suspender belt and stockings. 

The street was deserted, the hookers had gone home, the buses had stopped running and even the heavy trucks had gone. All this encouraged Margaret to be more daring and she fully opened her coat as I snapped a shot. Then she turned to me.

“Show me your tranny cock. Take your trousers down, hold up your shirt and let me see your sexy underwear.”

She took the camera from me. I looked around into the silent night and then did it. I stood at the side of the main road, my trousers at my anles, showing off my erection and my satin suspender belt and stockings. Margaret captured the shot and as I redressed we watched the picture develop. I could feel the hot breath of Margaret. I looked at her and we began to kiss. I turned her against the wall and kept kissing her as a truck rolled past. It was silent again and I opened her coat and gazed at my naked beauty.

“I’m going to lick you,” I announced in a moment of new bravado as I dropped to my knees. “Keep looking for people and listening for any noises,” I added before placing my lips on the pussy lips I loved so much.

“You sexy little beauty,” I heard her say as she opened her legs wider to give me unhindered access. “You are as kinky and daring as me to do it a public place and I love you all the more for it my darling little tranny.” 

I only licked her for less than a minute, still mindful of exactly where we were but nevertheless excited at what we were doing on a public street.

“Take another photo of me,” Margaret requested as we decided to go back home.

As I lifted the camera to my eye she once again took up her position at the mesh gate, I watched her completely remove the coat and let it drop to the ground. Quickly, I captured the first moment of Margaret standing on the public highway in her completely naked state before she insisted I do the same, tugging at my shirt as she suggested it. I still had the superb glow within, the excitement running through my veins, the desire to be daring and to be the same as Margaret. Immediately I stripped to my sexy underwear, kicking off my shoes in the process, if she was naked so must I, and then I watched as she bundled up my clothes in her coat and threw them all over the gate into the alley. 

A moment of drunken stupor or passionate power?

We kissed and hugged, unconcerned by our perilous condition, so wrapped up in each other, my eagerness to show her what I would do for her and her for me rendering us oblivious to anything around us. She took my photograph and then the realisation that we were without any clothes hit home.

“I know what you really want,” Margaret remarked as I refused to fuck her against the wall and tried to direct her towards the road end leading to the cul-de-sac where we lived.

“You want to be here dressed in my wedding gown. You want to be my tranny bride again and tease your petticoats against my naked pussy as you lift up your bridal gown to show me your big and gorgeous tranny cock. I want to be naked out here and you want to be a tranny bride. I know you by now, my kinky lover, my kinky bride and I want you to fuck me against the gate. Remember it’s my birthday and you have to do what I want and I want to have the memory of being a hooker on the street with my kinky tranny.”


Eventually I managed to get her home and went to retrieve our clothing from the alley. I returned to find her serious about the bridal gown. We had another couple of vodkas as she dressed me, increasing my eagerness to appear on the public street and to please my lover in any way. I just adored being dressed as a girl and especially in such a magnificent bridal gown.

Margaret decided the train would be too much of a problem so, after a couple of photographic shots at the garden gate she unfastened the mass of frills and left it so that only my long veil trailed behind me. Margaret was naked at my side as we walked towards the barrier, her coat in one hand and the camera in the other as I linked her and gently progressed towards the barrier, my gown swishing and swaying with each step, my heart racing and my tranny cock a little uncertain about it all even as it was brushed by the innermost petticoat with each step I took. 

With a new film in the camera Margaret took two of me at the barrier and then she went forward to check the street. She signalled it was safe and without any further consideration I walked around the corner onto the first street and then round the next corner onto the main road. I felt absolutely wonderful as I walked along the public street towards Margaret, an amazing and unforgettable thrill, the white of my gown now orange under the glow of the streetlight, the sequins sparking like never before, the sparkle on my veil even catching my eye. If anyone came now I couldn’t care, I was in tranny heaven. Margaret looked around and took another shot of me and then dropped her coat. We came together, my gown engulfing her nakedness as we stood and kissed, her hands wildly caressing the gown.

“Fuck me please,” she whispered as she led me to the mesh gate. “Not a big one, just enough to give me the memory each time I pass here in future of having your big cock in me right here on the street. You can pretend I’m Sarah if you like.”

Ever since Margaret had seen me on the other side of the gate masturbating to Sarah the hooker as she stood, where we were now, looking for business, she had teased me about having a fancy for her. It had the desired effect and I raised my petticoats to expose my hard and ready cock. Oblivion once again ruled and Margaret gasped as my cock protruded from my petticoats and slowly entered her hot love hole. I fucked her for a few seconds before she stopped me. I thought something was wrong, that we had been seen.

“Take a few seconds to look around,” she began. “Is this not superb? Don’t you just get the most fantastic feeling doing this on one of the main streets of our town? Look at me, I’m stark naked. Stark naked and being fucked my boyfriend who is wearing my bridal gown. In a few hours time people will walk passed here on their way to work and here we are right now being so beautiful and so sexy and daring.”

I looked around as I continued to fuck her. I had no idea what I would do if a car or truck or someone came along the street at that moment. Possibly nothing, just resign myself to my fate because I was so enjoying myself. I was with Margaret and I loved her and she loved me fucking her in public.

“I’m so glad you don’t care about getting caught,” she added as she brushed my face with the lace hem of my petticoats. “If we do though we may have to move away together. Just think we could do this all the time if we lived together.”

The idea of doing this all of the time was superb but, suddenly I was brought to my senses. This was dangerous. What would people say about me being dressed as a bride if they found out? I pulled back from Margaret, my veil and headdress tangled in her arms and drifting from my head in the process.

“I think we should go back to the house now, we have been very lucky to be here so long.” I said.

“O.K. after one more photo here,” and she positioned the veil on her head and inserted the comb into her hair. As she walked towards me the veil unwrapped itself behind her. She looked wonderful, so sexy, a bride with everything but her dress and petticoats. Of course I was wearing them and I quickly forgot my concerns again as I helped untangled the veil and spread it across the pavement behind her, a regal veil for a regal lady. 

She stepped into the road and took up her position in the middle for the last photo of the night in such public surroundings, a very sexy sight indeed as one layer of her veil covered her face and others billowed over head and her back and then tumbled across the road behind her, my naked bride, her gorgeous breasts and the dark triangle of her pussy so visible, the most demure and most erotic scene in one.

It was a scene I replayed in my mind several times during a night of mad passionate love in my bedroom as we slept together for the first time in my house. We promised to do it again.

The following night, or early morning to be exact, a few more vodkas and we were at it again. This time she was the bride and I was naked except for my tranny suspenders and stockings. We had another fantastic time as Margaret leaned forward onto the mesh gate and I fucked my kinky bride from behind. On the way back home we had one narrow escape when we spent sometime at the barrier. Margaret loved me fucking her from behind and as she was leaning over the barrier I piled her gown and petticoats up over her back and pounded into her from behind. We were having a fantastic fuck when the milkman whisked past in his van to deliver to the houses on the lower street. He didn’t see us, but would have if we were to remain there much longer, because he was also making a delivery for Margaret. That would be left in a wooden box at the end of the barrier. At the opposite end of the barrier, and hidden in the dark street by only a few branches from overhanging bushes, Margaret and I were locked together, my cock deep inside my kinky bride as we watched her milk being delivered only fifteen feet away. The speed of the man and his non-awareness of our presence meant we were quite safe and Margaret was delirious with excitement at being so kinky. We returned to the barrier and I disappeared under her gown to lick her off before I finished by fucking her doggy style over the barrier until I fired my hot cum into her.

We had quite a gathering of photographs by now and Margaret insisted that she should be the keeper as she had the most to lose if things went wrong.

Well they did go wrong but it was not her who became the loser. 

Margaret got careless with the photos, the more we shot the more there was to look after and the more she left lying around. I had no idea anything was wrong but found it a little bit strange that we were going to see each other on a Friday night. She explained John was not coming home until the Saturday and that she really wanted an extra night with me. 

Our bridal gown had been cleaned and unused for several weeks. We were now dressing as French maids or schoolgirls with gorgeous mini petticoats protruding from under our little skirts so, when I arrived on the Friday night to find Margaret dressed in her bridal gown I got quite a shock, a very pleasant one I may add. I was still undressing in our garden shed and arriving at her door in only my girly underwear. She stepped out to greet me and pull my naked body against her and her gown. She caressed my dick against the sensuous satin as we kissed.

“I want you to take me into the alleyway and make love to me like only you can. You have to do it soon before my husband has a chance to discover us. He is inside with his relations and I want to be with my kinky young lover.”

We often developed role play in our sexual adventures and this was one we had done several times before as Margaret pretended to be the bride on her wedding day meeting up for a secret sex session with her tranny lover.

It was still not quite dark yet but Margaret thought we would be unseen if we stayed in the lane just outside her garden gate. I was less sure and I could quite clearly see Sarah the hooker standing at the mesh gate. I was even sure she would be able to see me also if she turned around, but Margaret insisted in joining me, her bulky bridal gown making us even more visible I felt, before I disappeared below it to lick at her luscious pussy lips.

I took Margaret to an orgasm, drinking down every last drop of her love juices and then she raised the gown for me to get out. First thing I did was look down the alley and there was Sarah facing us, speaking to a man. As I slipped my cock into Margaret I kept looking at Sarah. I was convinced she was looking at us but my attention was soon diverted as Margaret teased her gown and petticoats around me again as I thumped my cock deep into her cunt until she gave me the signal to cum inside her. Our orgasmic cries filled the air but I had forgotten where we were as my kinky bride milked every last drop from me. I gasped for air as I clung to her as she continued to kiss me.

“What a pair of sluts. My wife and her sissy boy lover.”

Suddenly I realised I was hearing a man’s voice and opened my eyes to find John beside us. Margaret’s husband was at home and we were caught red handed.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to hit you, although I should,” he bellowed. “Instead I’m going to watch this so called expert pussy licker in action. You’re quite a performer my wife tells me, anytime, anywhere. I’ve got some of the photos sissy boy and expect you to do as I ask unless you want some of your friends to see the transvestite bride displaying her tranny dick in the street. Actually, I might even show your family if you refuse to do as I ask. Now get on your knees and start licking your dirt from my wife’s pussy. There is no way I’m going to fuck that tonight until every last drop has been cleaned out of her.”

I was reticent. Indeed I was shit scared. I had been caught. After so many other much more daring exploits with Margaret we had been caught on our own doorstep. My head was spinning, there was no point in trying to hide the fact that I was wearing Margaret’s underwear and I could see John looking at me with a smirk on his face.

“Lift up your dress Margaret or is it his dress you are wearing? Let me see your slut of a boyfriend lick you out.”

Margaret did as she was asked, immediately. I tried stalling for time.

“Don’t bother with any nonsense if you know what’s good for you,” came the quick reply from John. “Lick her out or I’ll open the gate at the bottom of the lane and put you out onto the main street as you are. The hookers will get a good laugh if nobody else does.”

He was serious, a key jangling on a ring in his hand. It could have been any key but I was so scared he was going to take me to my parents as I was.

I looked at Margaret her bridal gown and petticoats held aloft, my cum running down her thighs. Then I dropped to my knees and rapidly pushed my tongue onto her pussy. I began to lick her, lumps of my own sperm seeping from her onto my tongue. I went to spit it out.

“Swallow it kinky boy just like you make my wife do when you cum in her mouth. Just like you have her do after you’ve fucked her and want her to clean up your tranny cock. Get on with it before I change my mind and start handing out kinky pictures.”

I had no idea what he was talking about. Margaret did everything voluntarily.

I tried to concentrate on what I had to do as I licked and swallowed my own sperm. I even had to lick it from her thighs and as I did so I received another shock.

“What are you doing here Sarah,” I heard John ask.

“I came to see what was going on after you asked me to help,” she replied. I looked up to see the pretty Sarah standing above me.

“This is my wife Margaret and her sissy lover Robert. Robert just loves the taste of sperm and loves nothing better than licking my wife after he has fucked her. Go ahead Sarah, lift up the wedding gown and have a closer look.”

She too did exactly as he asked and watched me lick at Margaret.

“How many punters have you been with tonight, Sarah,” I heard John ask.

“Two.”

“No doubt you would use a condom which is a pity because I’m sure Robert would pay you handsomely to lick you out and drink down some more sperm,” John added.

“You could fuck me now John without a condom while Robert satisfies your wife.”

At first John met this suggestion with sheer horror until Margaret intervened.

“It’s alright. You must think I’m stupid. I know you and Sarah get it together. I’ve watched you in our garage and seen you together loads of times. You went to her because I refused to give you a blowjob until you were willing to lick me off too. Well John carry on because you have to pay for it but my sexy boy Robert does it for love and he is brilliant. He loves me John. I really wish I had bought my gorgeous bridal gown for him and not for you.”

“Yeah, but which of you would have gone up the aisle wearing it, you or him?” he laughed.

“Remember, you might get sex for nothing but I have the upper hand now because I have all your kinky photographs and I’m going to get someone to come along and take lots more of you two out on the street, in the city centre and anywhere I think it will make you squirm. Robert you really should know this if you love my wife so much. She has told me everything about you and how you met and how you will do anything for her. You should have taken control of the photographs though, because Margaret is useless at management and left so many lying around for me to find. So now you will be doing anything for me as well as Margaret and maybe even Sarah too.”

He continued.

“Sarah, do you fancy a young tranny licking at your pussy after we have had a fuck?”

“Yeah, of course I would,” she replied immediately.

“Then slip off your coat and let him, or perhaps I should call him her, have a close up view of your lovely cunny lips.”

Sarah slipped off her coat as she stood beside me and exposed her completely naked body and the hairless, pouting lips of her pussy.

“Want to fuck me darling?” she teased at me. “We can do it here or on the street, I’m another who doesn’t mind. I don’t have a wedding gown but I am very cheap to someone like you. Maybe I could borrow your wedding gown sweetheart,” she continued as she turned to Margaret. “Imagine getting to watch me blow off your husband wearing your wedding dress. Maybe your tranny lover could fuck me at the same time.”

John intervened.

“Stop it Sarah. Just go naked to my bed, our bed, the bed Margaret and I share and the bed Margaret and Robert share and which you and I will now share too. We can be one big happy family because I want Margaret to lick my dick after I’ve fucked you Sarah and I want her and Robert to share out my cum when they both lick you out.”

“I won’t be doing that,” retorted Margaret. “I’m not a lesbian even if she is.”

“Now what did I say. I want us to be one big happy family and we can share and share alike. You do things for Sarah and Robert will also do things for me. If I want him to dress up as a girl and then suck my dick then that’s what he will be doing. If I want Sarah to dress in your wedding gown and for you to lick her after I’ve fucked her then that is what you will be doing. I might even get Sarah to fuck Robert in the ass with a nice big strap on dildo.”




The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 02



There was a silence for a few moments, each of us contemplating what John was saying before he continued.

“Right, Sarah and I are going to bed. We expect you two to join us in a few minutes once you get out of your kinky bridal gown.”

Once they were gone Margaret could not apologise enough. 

“He forced me to tell him everything when he found the photographs. I’m so sorry Robert but he threatened to throw me out if I didn’t go ahead with his ideas to humiliate us. I could not imagine being away from here and away from you because I love you so much, I really do.”

I held her close as she spoke and we both agreed we would have to go along with John for the time being, for better or for worse.

When we arrived in the room Sarah was bouncing around on the top of John, his dick inside her cunt. I was about to peel off my suspender belt and stockings to be naked just like them.

“Keep them on,” John ordered. “Every time you are with me, and no matter where it is, I will expect you to be wearing ladies underwear. In fact, most of the time, you will be wearing girls’ clothes. Now climb aboard and let my wife be jealous as she sees her favourite tranny dick being sucked by another girl.”

I stepped onto the bed and Sarah reached out her hand and gently guided my cock to her mouth. Immediately things seemed much better to me.

“Amazing,” I thought. The number of times I had masturbated to this girl, many of them with Margaret’s encouragement. I looked down on her, her ponytail bouncing from side to side as John fucked her hard, her petite body, her pert little breasts rolling with the movement, as she took cock from both ends without question.

It was a little different when John asked Margaret to join in.

“Sarah wants to lick the pussy of a kinky tranny lover,” he announced with a certain amount of sarcasm in his voice.

“I am looking forward to seeing my wife fucking with my girlfriend. Now, Margaret, swap places with your sissy boyfriend and let me see you with a real woman.”

Margaret continued to refuse and her timing was perfect as Sarah fucked John into submission and he began to erupt inside her.

The burden fell back to me as I was ordered to lie on the bed the opposite way to John, my feet on the pillow and my head beside Sarah as I looked up into her face. Margaret was pleading with John not to make me do this but he just laughed and told her she should have been a better librarian of our kinky photographs.

“I want a photograph of Robert licking my dick clean. He will have to learn to do girly things if he wants to be real girl.”

“Please don’t John. If you want to punish anyone make it me. I will lick your dirty dick. Leave him alone, he’s still too young.”

“That’s a laugh coming from you. Did you know Sarah, that the day our friend Robert was old enough for sex, my wife seduced him in her wedding gown and promised he could wear it if he fucked her as his kinky bride on his birthday. And now she says he is too young to suck my dick. Well one of these days I’m going to fuck his tight little ass, we all are, because he must learn to take cock in his boy pussy if he wants to be a lovely little tranny. In my view he is old enough to suck my dick but for today he can start by cleaning my cum from your gorgeous pussy Sarah. My wife has offered to suck my slimy dick and I can’t afford to refuse that as an offer.”

A few seconds later I watched Sarah lower her dripping pussy to my mouth. For the second time within the hour I was drinking cum from a woman much to the amusement of John.

“Well done Robert. Am I as nice and tasty to you as I am to Sarah?” he laughed.

He was standing up as he talked and ordering Margaret to kneel on the bed beside Sarah who was nearly smothering me with her hot cunt. I was giving her a good time though as I carried out my orders and heard John suggesting to her that she stop using a condom in future and take me along with her to clean out her cunt after every punter.

John had both girls sucking on his dirty dick, slipping his cock into Margaret’s mouth for a few moments and then into Sarah’s. He was having a great time and so was Sarah. I was actually giving her an orgasm as she sucked greedily on his cock and I licked the last of his cum from her and then drank down her tasty juices as she erupted into my face. It was her first ever oral orgasm, something I thought she was just saying to make me feel good but it was true. When she saw my cock standing to attention as we rose from the bed she tried to get me to fuck her. That would have been really nice but John stopped us. Instead he had Margaret kneel on the floor before me and then Sarah got behind me to masturbate my shaft into his wife’s face. He took photographs of us and then had Sarah stand in front of me. With my dick through between her legs he got Margaret to suck on it. It looked like Sarah had the large erection and when he changed the angle it looked like Margaret was licking another woman. 

With the combination of Sarah’s deft and expert hands and Margaret’s equally expert mouth I was soon at boiling point whereupon John intervened and had Sarah direct my cum all over his wife’s face. I was still dripping onto her when Sarah changed places and dropped to her knees to share my dick with Margaret and then start to kiss her as they shared my hot sticky cum.

John took photographs for the future as he watched his wife in her first lesbian clinch.

The future was going to be very interesting for all of us.   



The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 03



My transvestite friend Roberta continues her true tale of transformation and dominance from her bisexual neighbours' as she becomes a form of sex slave both in the privacy of their home and also on the streets.

Initially attracted to Margaret and her sexy underwear Roberts' secret was discovered by sex starved Margaret. She dressed in her bridal gown for his first ever sexual intercourse and gets excited about sex in public places. Soon after they are caught by husband John who had found photographic evidence of their sexploits. 

Margaret has always had her doubts about John's fidelity and sexuality and soon discovers he is bisexual as well as seeing a girlfriend, Sarah, for oral sex. Robert becomes Roberta and she and Margaret are encouraged to perform for John's viewing pleasure with girlfriend Sarah.

Step by step John is gaining control.

The following Friday I dressed in the schoolgirl uniform Margaret had given me, white blouse and short grey pleated skirt and my white stockings and suspenders. I was waiting at the garden gate for John to come home. I was not exactly willing but Margaret gave me a couple of vodkas and reminded me of the brown envelopes John had and always threatened to send to my parents with incriminating evidence within. Although I still looked like a boy I was now called Roberta and had to wear ladies underwear at all times with Sarah, John's girlfriend, making sure I went to college with them on. She would meet me at lunchtime and I would have to prove to her that I had carried out John's instructions. A disused shop on the main High Street became our rendezvous point and we would disappear into the close to the rear of the shop where I would expose myself to her and then lick her pussy as a gesture of thanks for keeping my sexy secret.

Margaret and I had slept together all week in her bed. She told me some secrets and apologised continuously for getting me to get into such difficulty.

"I knew John was bisexual before we married but I dismissed the note I received. It was sent to me five weeks before the wedding and the message inside was done with newspaper words telling me to have second thoughts because he was gay. But I loved him and wanted to be with him so I ignored it. I thought it came from a jealous girl or maybe even his mates having a bit of a laugh but the note always played on my mind and there were times when I would wonder just exactly what he would be doing when he was away for a whole week on his salesman job. He might have been cheating on me but I would never know. He was great when we were together and we had some great intercourse, nothing else. Then he asked me to suck him one night. I was still wondering if he was bisexual and just couldn't put his dick in my mouth. I asked him to lick me first and he refused also. It was our first disagreement, which was made even worse a few weeks later when I saw him in the car with another girl. Was it her who had sent the note?

Then one night I came home early from my sisters. The garage doors were open and the rear of the car was sticking out onto the street. I could hear giggling as I approached so, very cautiously I peeked around the door. I was shocked, the interior light was on and I could see both of them naked but could not get a proper view from where I was. I couldn't believe he could be so foolish to bring another girl so close to the house. I went for a walk, I still loved John and I loved our new house. I tried to think of ways to keep us together rather than run off.

That night I sucked him off. It took him a long time to cum and I knew he had probably fucked the girl but I wanted to show him that I loved him so much.

All during the following week the scene in the garage tormented me. I wanted to see what she did for him and what he did for her. I had a look around the garage several times wondering how I could do it and then it suddenly struck me. The garage was wooden – so all I did was get the electric drill and drill a hole at my eye level in the rear wall and then I could stand in the garden and peek through at them, rather like 'What the Butler Saw'. 

Friday night arrived and I was actually excited as I got ready to go to my sisters and John was getting ready to meet his mates. I made sure I went first and then hid next door in your parent's garden, Robert, until he drove past and then I went home. When darkness fell I waited in the spare bedroom with the light out until the car arrived back. When John did not appear within five minutes I very quietly made my way to the rear of the garage. I was shocked at what I saw. The front of the car was only just inside and the girl was lying naked across the bonnet with her legs wrapped around my husband's head. He gave her such a good time and then he slipped on a condom and they had sex. I watched every moment of it. They seemed quite mindless of where they were, John probably quite confident that the barrier he had had erected at the end of the street would prevent anyone from catching them. (It was erected to keep out carloads of punters and their hookers from using our quiet roadway.) John and the girl, Sarah, had a great time and as I watched I found myself easing open the waistband of my skirt to give my hand easier access to my pussy. I began to get off as I watched my husband with another woman but, thankfully, they finished before I really got going. 

As she left I was further astonished to find that Sarah was wearing no clothing under her coat, only her sexy stockings and suspender belt.

When John arrived home I pretended I was sleeping. Actually my mind was still reeling from what I had witnessed and what I could do. 

I began by hunting out my stockings and suspenders. John and I had met at a Fifties Rock and Roll club, I had all the circle skirts and petticoats and the sexy underwear too. I was wearing mini skirts at the time and I felt particularly sexy with my skirt just covering my reinvented stocking tops. I would go to and from work with no panties on and flirted with some of the men on the train. There was one I really let see that I fancied him, legs apart and all that, but he just sat and looked. I began buying more sexy underwear, negligees, mini petticoats, anything to try and attract my husband back to me. I sucked him regularly, even knowing that he had been with Sarah, but he still refused to lick me. On more than one occasion I was so close to demanding why with her and not with me? I knew that would be the end and just managed to refrain. Then something happened in my life and soon I had a new focus.

One night I was in the back bedroom and had just switched off the light to go back downstairs when I heard a bang. I knocked off the landing light and returned to the window of the room. It was grey dark outside but light enough from my darkened position to see you Robert in my garden with no clothes on. I watched as you walked around and then saw you kiss the two pair of panties I had on the line. You held them against your face as you masturbated and then kissed them again before returning to the shed where you made sure the door didn't bang as it had on your way out. 

It was a Tuesday night and the following night you did the same and so I made sure that I had an item of some kind on the line every night after that. I knew you were ten years younger than me but had seen you watching me as you worked on my garden. Did he really fancy me? Would he lick me? Two of the questions I asked regularly as I watched, around the same time each evening, from my vantage point. I began to prepare for your visit, often standing in only my panties, the same panties you had kissed the night before now touching my pussy. As you masturbated I did too. I began to hang unused panties on the line just to see you. Then I gave you a satin mini slip and watched you remove it from the line and caress your body with it. Each time you seemed to get bolder until one night you stepped into my white one with all the lace frills and went for a little walk. From then on you began to wear my underwear and quite often as you came about the house in the daytime I wasn't wearing any, uncertain if I should make a move or not.

Your walks around the garden soon developed into one down the lane or out onto our cul-de-sac street with me dashing from one room to another to watch where you had gone. Quite often I would stand at the gate into the back lane and watch your shadow against the glow cast by the streetlights. Dressed in my panties and slips you seemed to enjoy masturbating as people walked past and I was masturbating to you having slipped off my coat to stand naked only a few yards behind you. One night, after a few drinks, I was halfway down the lane wearing only my sexy white satin and lace suspender belt and stockings. I wanted to be with you and I loved being outside so naked.

On one of your walks on the street from your gate to mine I rushed down stairs to the door. I put my eye to the security peephole only to find you standing just outside with my tiny panties wrapped around your cock as you masturbated towards the door. That was another time I nearly joined you but instead slipped my fingers into my eager love hole and watched you ejaculate in front of me.

By now I was going to the shops with only my sexy underwear on under my coat or completely naked. One time I was walking up the street feeling ever so sexy with my coat unbuttoned and flapping in the breeze. I slipped my hands into my pockets and then held it open like huge wings, my naked body fully exposed, just as you walked out of your gate. I turned around and away from you as I closed it but when we stopped to speak I was as near as anything to letting it fall open. I'd seen you naked so many times and I really wanted you to see me. After I had passed your gate I slipped off the coat and stood naked beneath a tree and watched you until you went out of sight.

Then when I became ill for around ten days you were my saviour, all those errands that you ran for me to the chemists and the shopping, it was inevitable that you were going to catch me in my nightclothes eventually. As I got better I began to plan things like opening the door in my baby doll, my nipples stiff against the sheer fabric. Your face was a picture. In the mornings you hung out my washing – the panties that you would wear that night and which in turn became the ones I wore next day. One night I got so turned on with your hot body so close and the feeling of your hot breathe on the back of my neck as I asked you to fasten me into a dress I had filled with four tulle petticoats. Once again I very nearly placed my hands on the big bulge, which appeared in the front of your shorts. You were fantastic to me and all I did to you was tease you more and more.

Once I had recovered from the illness I returned to watching you at the door and discovered your liking for my petticoats, especially my white multi layered ones, so I decided to wear them under my red satin dress with the white polka dots so that they stuck out beautifully. I had decided I wanted you because I was so sick of seeing John lick off Sarah in the garage, so much so, that I didn't bother with them anymore and had gone back to visiting my sister on a Friday night. You were much better entertainment during the week anyway, your young naked body, your big teenage cock teasing against my panties and petticoats sometimes leaving traces of your excitement for me to lick. I had fantasised about it many times and just hoped you would be willing to lick me if I told you that it was all right to wear my petticoats.

My heart was thumping when I saw you walk in the gate, a daring young lad with a gorgeous cock wrapped in my panties. I'd had a few drinks and this time I was ready to do it. Your face, when you saw me, was a picture, a mixture of shock and of pleasure combined when I caught you and then as I lifted up my dress to let you see my swishing petticoats as I walked towards you. You were very stunned but you made me feel very happy when you answered that you really liked me and then agreed to go down the lane with me. My senses really had left me, getting involved with someone so close to home, and a teenager who would probably brag of his sexual conquests to his mates. But I felt you would be different and both of us now had a secret to keep. Immediately, I took control and put my arms around your neck and clasped my hands together, I didn't want to run off if you suddenly found me unattractive. Thankfully you didn't and with your erection already buried in my petticoats you pulled me even closer and we kissed for the first time as you played with them and my satin dress against you body. The whole experience was so exciting to me too and I know I was stupid to show myself as I did in the streetlights but I was so keen to let you see that I was so happy to be with you, I was yours. Then my brazened request for you to lick me if you wanted to wear my petticoats, you just eased me against the wall and slipped your head up under my petticoats and kissed my pussy a few times and then ran your tongue along my lips. It was just so truly wonderful, just like I had hoped it would be, only so much better because it was you. All the time people were walking passed the gate only a few yards away, going home or to the shops or the pub and I was in absolute heaven. I remember seeing the faces so vividly of people on the top deck of a passing bus as they looked my way as my new lover licked so delicately on my widening pussy. I closed my eyes and you learned so quickly exactly what I wanted. I will never ever forget my first oral orgasm. 

The following day I began planning your 'big day'. I knew from talking to your mother that you hadn't had a girlfriend so felt fairly certain you were a virgin. All I could think off was the colour white, already your favourite. I bought some nice sexy white underwear to give to you as a present and then thought I would dress in white too, especially for you for you. I bought a white satin circle skirt and another petticoat to add to the others I had and a see through blouse also.

Then suddenly one night my wedding photograph seemed to become so prominent on the hall table. It seemed to jump out at me and tell me it was the best white garment of all and so the best idea of them all was born. I looked at John on the photo and thought if he could play around then so could I. I was going to pretend you and I were already lovers on my wedding night and you were going to have sex with me before my new husband could. I looked at my expensive and expansive bridal gown and decided. When I tried it on I felt really excited and daring and even went out onto the street just to see if the huge bulk was manageable. Next time you licked I even began to think about dressing you in it, to help you wear something most transvestites will never get to wear in their lifetime, and so my decision was made to give you an unforgettable birthday.

And now, because of me, we are in a mess together. Do you want to tell your parents or the Police about it before it goes too far and especially the threat that John said about getting Sarah to fuck you with a dildo?"

"No, never," I replied before the words had even left her tongue. 

I thought it would be worse because he had the photographs and he could start passing them around as he also suggested. I just hoped he was kidding – but he wasn't.

"Anyway, I love you so much and we are in this together now."

So Friday night arrived and so did John.

"Wow, a sexy schoolgirl waiting to meet me. Lift your skirt and give me a twirl, honey."

I did as he asked and displayed my erection at the same time.

"Looks like you are pleased to see me. Now have I got something special for you and whilst I have a shower Margaret can get you ready."

It was a wig, a blonde wig of long ringlets. When I saw myself in the mirror I was amazed how it transformed me and how much I really did look like a girl - Roberta was really born.

By the time John got out of the shower Margaret was also dressed as a schoolgirl.

"Brilliant," he proclaimed as he encircled us with a huge smile on his face.

"My wife and her sissy boyfriend just look great. Now I bought lots of things this week which will excite us all, but I want to show you my new toy first"

He returned to the room with a box from which he removed a digital camera. Next thing we knew we were looking at a photo of Margaret and me on a little screen on the back.

"I've been practising all week and want my first sexy shots to be in the garden with my lesbian schoolgirl friends."

We went along with all of his suggestions and he began by having Margaret and I kissing, two schoolgirls kissing in the park. Then he took lots of Margaret posing for him, sitting on the wall, her breasts hanging out of her blouse with her skirt raised to show off her naked pussy. It was very sexy to watch and I saw John having to control his stiff cock which escaped from his bathrobe every now and then. Under my skirt my own cock was equally as stiff. I wanted Margaret.

Then it was my turn, pushing forward off the wall to show off my tranny cock peeking from under my skirt. We ended up on the street with the waistband of our skirts turned up a couple of turns to make our skirts only a few inches long and to expose our sex as we walked towards John. It was grey dark by now which gave John the confidence to disrobe.

"If my kinky girls can go naked in public then so can I," he announced handing the camera to Margaret as he stood beside me and had me hold his cock. "Just one for posterity," he declared before he wanted to watch his kinky girls having a fuck against a tree.

I got what I wanted as I slipped my tranny dick into Margaret, and John got quite excited as he photographed lots of shots of two very sexy schoolgirls. Of course with John around there are always more demands and this time Margaret had to face the tree as I licked my own cum from her pussy. She leaned forward and pushed her bum into my face. John wanted some close up shots. I scooped up thick lumps of my sperm and held my tongue out to show him and his camera. Of course, as I did so, some dropped onto her ass.

"Lick it up kinky girl," he quietly requested and had Margaret hold her skirt aloft and her bum cheeks open to make sure I had unhindered access to her ass hole, if I wanted. I didn't, but inevitably I had to. We posed with my tongue on, but not in, her ass hole and he got more incriminating shots.

We spent the rest of the evening around the house with John showing us, on his laptop computer, the photographs he had taken. Bedtime came and we all went into the king size bed together, me in the middle. I was facing Margaret when John got really close to me and began rubbing his erection on my bum. Then he began darting it in and out between my legs as if he was fucking me. Margaret told him to stop it.

"You are fine one to talk. Who encouraged him to be so girly? If he wants to be girly he has to do girly things but his boy pussy is quite safe. I want it to be a very special moment for both of us and this isn't it at the moment."

He continued to tease me though and he loved the way I held his cock as I tried to push it away. I found myself holding it longer and longer, much to the pleasure of John. He slipped his arm under me and gently grasped my own erection. I just lay there, I didn't object as he began to play with me. Instead I found it very arousing and followed his lead and did the same to him. Margaret was disgusted and flung back the duvet in the hope that the sight of ourselves would shame us into stopping.

"So it's alright for you to have a little lesbian fun with Sarah," John commented, referring to the night he forced the two girls to have sex. "But the sight of your sissy boyfriend playing with my cock has to stop."




The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 03



John had stopped wanking me but I continued giving him a good time as he discussed the situation with Margaret.

"I just don't think it's right," I remember her saying and then John replying.

"But he is allowed to go on the main street in your bridal gown and lick off your naked body. Is that right? What if you had been caught?"

There was no reply but I was saddened that they were arguing so I settled it for them.

I turned around and dropped my head onto his big shaft. I began sucking him. Silence prevailed immediately. I licked the length of his dick and then onto his balls. The initial shock and the salty taste developing into pleasure, his and mine. I did to him what Margaret had done to me loads of times. I looked up at him as I sucked. He was gob smacked, his eyes wide open as he watched me. I looked at Margaret who was at the side of the bed and took her by the hand. I drew her towards me and motioned that she should join me sucking on her husband. For once he didn't photograph us but instead enjoyed the pleasure we were giving him. A few minutes later I followed his mumbled directions and, still with my mouth around his shaft, positioned myself so that my own cock slipped into his mouth. It was another wonderful moment and Margaret stood back and witnessed her husband and 'their' sissy girl sucking furiously on each other. I really had no idea what to do, I wanted to take him the whole of his shaft into my throat. I just kept sucking, pulling his foreskin back to lick and suck on the bulbous head. I knew he was enjoying my attentions as he thrust his cock to the back of my mouth and I attempted to take him into my throat. I had tasted my own cum and by now I could taste his pre cum. It was good. Then I took some air by licking his dick like a lollipop, my tongue teasing the entire length before attempting to deep throat him once again. 

"You kinky devils," Margaret commented as she watched, the camera in her hand after shooting a number of shots. "I never thought I would see the day when I would get excited and watch two guys getting it on," she continued as she joined us on the bed again. She rejoined us and took over on his cock. Kneeling on all fours as she sucked, John told me to fuck her from behind. I slipped into this wonderful woman just as he reached orgasm. Both of us watched as Margaret sucked and swallowed his sperm for the very first time in their lives.

Then it was time for Margaret and I to give John a show.

He lay back and watched me fuck his wife. How I managed to control my own orgasm after all that action I have no idea but I was proud that she came first in a crescendo of orgasmic cries like I had never heard before. She collapsed onto the bed beside him and opened her legs wide so that I still had access to her honey pot. I re-entered her but I remained upright watching the scene before me. They were smiling and kissing, the first indication of love between them that I had witnessed since John caught us in the back alley. I began to fuck her slowly continuing to watch them as I did so. The more they kissed the deeper I pushed into Margaret. When they broke off Margaret flung her legs around me and begged me to fuck her hard in front of her sexy husband. I didn't take long, pumping my cum deep into his wife as I gasped out how much I loved both of them. I collapsed with me head between them and rolled off only to be replaced by John.

"Margaret," I looked up as he looked down at Margaret, with me now lying beside her. He continued.

"I want to do something really special for you." He then he dropped his head between her legs. My cream was oozing from her cunt as he eased his tongue into the place my cock had been only seconds before. I watched as he swallowed my cum or took some in his mouth and then kissed her. Margaret was beaming as she watched her husband giving her oral for the first time in their lives. He stopped and looked up at her, his lips and all around his mouth covered with my cum. She pulled him up the bed and they kissed passionately, sharing my cum until he had licked her clean and was now well on the way to giving her a massive orgasm, her body shaking, the bed shaking her hand tightly gripping my cock as she reached a climax.

All three of us lay on the bed, exhausted. I was once more in the middle.

"Isn't she gorgeous?" Margaret stated as she brushed her hands through my blonde ringlets.

"Of course she is but she could do with some tits," John replied.

"Well yes," Margaret admitted and then added. "I was really meaning how our sexy little tranny got us both going so much that we did something tonight that we have always refused to do to each other.

"It was wonderful and tomorrow we are going to reward our sweet little Roberta with a very pretty dress I bought for her this week when I was in London".

I slept sound and wakened next morning to the sunshine streaming into the bedroom. I felt fantastic but soon found John was back to his nasty best.



The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 03A



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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked at me with a smirk on his face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not? She is ready and willing.”

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

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

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

At that he stormed off in a very petulant mood.

Margaret shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

John was back in charge – but not for long.

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

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

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

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

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

He stopped to let Margaret think and then carried on.

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

She looked confused and then answered.

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

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

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

My ears pricked up on hearing she was a model.

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

John had returned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I held my hand out to receive them.

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

He of course remonstrated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 03A



“All you need to do sweetheart is suck his dripping dick and then open my legs and lick out my cum-filled pussy. You have to do it this way. He was supposed to make me orgasm and then get you to toss his cum spouting cock all over you face and mouth for me to lick off and for us to kiss and share in our girly mouths, but he has let us all down.”

I continued to hesitate and then out came the photos of me.

Without further delay I dropped to my knees and took his shrinking prick into my mouth and cleaned it off. I pretended I hated it but in reality I was loving it. This way I could taste both of my lovers at once.

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

As she spoke I heard the sound of a camera shutter and saw her take a couple of shots as I held his dick in my hand and licked and sucked every orifice of it for another few minutes. Then I dropped to the blanket as Margaret opened her legs and I sank my tongue into her hot love hole. My mouth filled with luke-warm spunk as John took photographs. I just kept licking at her, lapping up the cream from her husband. For me this was much better than having him fire off into my face, much kinkier, his sperm not so fresh, already used, second hand even. Some oozed from her into the valley of her buttocks, chased by my eager tongue. I alternated from one hole to another licking feverishly at both, my mind oblivious to what I was doing in front of her husband and in such a public place. Then she rolled over onto all fours pushing her ass into my face giving my tongue the opportunity to explore deeper, her petticoats and tiny wedding dress pushed upwards to give John clear access with the camera until eventually her orgasmic cries filled the woods once more as I brought her to another orgasm and my mouth filled with hot floods of tasty juices.

But she wasn’t finished.

“I’m your kinky bride darling and want you to shove your tranny dick up my ass.”

Did I hear correctly? She said it again.

“I’m virgin in my ass and I want you to be my kinky tranny and fuck me in my new bridal gown. Take me darling, take me please, please, please.”

I looked at John. He nodded.

We had no gel and John advised me to use some of her love juices to lubricate her.
I lifted my petticoats and with one hand holding them I used the other to guide my cock into her hot pussy and then offer it to her ass hole. I hesitated.

“Fuck her, she wants to let you be the first up her ass because she was your first ever lover and she wanted to be dressed as she was then, as your bride. The little dress and the petticoats are for your benefit, not mine. She loves you, we both love and I want to watch you take our bride in the ass. Just take it nice and easy, get some lubrication from her pussy and then ease a little at a time into her virgin ass. Then go back into her pussy and get more of her juices.”

He was extremely genuine in his words. He really did want me to fuck his bride in her ass and so did she.

“I want your tranny cock deep into my ass darling. I want to be your kinky bride. Hold your petticoats up. We look like lesbians but this is much better than having Sarah do me with a strap-on. You’re my sexy teenage tranny and we both love you very, very much.”

I was easing into her and she stopped talking. She was tight, very tight and despite the lubrication from her cunt it was ever so sore but I persevered. It was agony for her too as I forced open her muscles as gently as possible, my dick gradually disappearing into the ass of my fabulous friend. John told her to relax more and once she did that it made it easier and I pushed home. John had me hold my petticoats aloft as he photographed us and then stood back and watched as his wife and I fuck in front of him. I released my petticoats and they feel to meet hers as I caught hold of her waist and began to pound into her. It was still sore on my cock and for Margaret too as her painful cries echoed in the trees. John stopped us for a moment to get some posed photographs, the petticoats and her bridal gown moved to display her bare ass, my petticoats raised to expose the tip of my stiff cock in the entry to her anal pussy. He took lots of shots eager to get his wife smiling as she took the cock of her tranny lover deeper and deeper into her ass. The pain had gone for me and I fucked her hard. I had no idea her face was so contorted with pain until John gave us a slide show later. I just kept pounding and I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. I pulled out in time to fire my cream onto her buttocks and into the petticoats of her new bridal gown. I was still pumping spunk when John dropped to my side, grabbed my cock and took it straight into his mouth, greedily sucking the rest of my sperm into his throat before having me join him to lick the rest from her buttocks. I have to admit that since I had ejaculated I found the pleasure had gone out of licking my cum from her ass hole but John still did it for her, at her instruction, of course.

We rested for a while and then Margaret and John had something to discuss so I was sent back to the caravan to shower and redress in my petticoats and maids outfit.

The shower in the caravan is not very good but the warm water soothed my aching cock and I spent longer there than I should have. 

As a punishment I was sent onto the public road and made to stay there as John and Margaret got washed. What did Roberta do next? I’ll tell you next time.




The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 04



Continuing the story of young transvestite Roberta and her adventures with Margaret and John. I have also received the following letter which is a little worrying.

Dear Yano,

I'm very sorry it has taken me so long to send the next part of my story, things have been very strained over the past few months and particularly between me and Margaret since I got involved with my girlfriend Jodie. My parents' decision to settle in California for six months to promote their business has also created problems and I have been left to continue my studies at college but with a great degree of difficulty as John insists on our house being used as a kind of brothel with Sarah and her friends using the place for sex. I have been warned about complaining.

I need to get away for a while and I am going to California for Christmas but John has insisted I write to you before I go. You will see my details need to be filled out but I will leave that for you to expand.

I worry about the house when I am away and what I will return to but my biggest worry is my parents noticing my breasts which are beginning to form as a result of the hormone tabs I am taking. I think I have already told you that I once said to John I would like to be a porno shemale. He organised the tabs and Margaret administers my dosage. She uses the opportunity as retaliation against me and Jodi telling her she is a kinky lesbian. Jodi is also forced to train me to be a girl and at night has to dress me in her clothes and we go into town as girls. I also have a blonde wig now and leave in the morning for college as a very convincing schoolgirl.

When I return from America I will tell you more.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Roberta

ANYWAY HERE IS THE FIRST PART OF THE STORY I RECEIVED.

Saturday morning I awoke late to find myself sharing a bed with Sarah and John. I was immediately made to lie flat across the bed as Sarah positioned herself above me, her pussy directly above my face. I watched as John then positioned himself behind her, his cock already erect and ready for me to offer up to those luscious pussy lips. I had a very good close up view as he began to fuck her, her hot breathe playing on my own cock which was standing to attention and stretching upwards in the hope of reaching her mouth.

Slipping my fingers into Sarah made it easier to feed John's cock into her vagina. I watched her lips stretch as inch by inch he eased forward. He ordered me to lick at his testicles as he began to fuck Sarah and I watched his thick piston ease to and fro into her juicy cylinder. The squelching noise grew louder as they created lubrication and I found it hard to maintain contact between my tongue and his balls as his motion increased to full speed, particularly when he was thrusting deep into her and then drawing backwards until I could see the tip of his cock before it slammed back into a screaming Sarah. It seemed like I was in the viewing position for ages until at last he began to fill Sarah with his hot creamy cum. I knew what was next as he finished pumping into her.

"OK sissy boy, breakfast is ready and my girlfriend has a nice hot drink ready for you," he said as he slipped out from her and reached for his camera just in time to catch the first drip of his cum on my waiting tongue.

Sarah repositioned herself to enable John to get close ups of my mouth drinking the contents of her dripping pussy and he positively chortled at the shots of his sexy hooker being cleaned out by his wife's teenage tranny.

Keeping some of his cum in my mouth he sent me to the kitchen to kiss Margaret. She was weeping but he still insisted we kiss and share his cum.

"Show your sissy boy what you've been making for him," John ordered with little sympathy for Margaret.

As she brushed past me her baby doll negligee made contact with my still standing cock. As she returned I grabbed her and pulled her closer and kissed her again, at the same time pushing my erection in between her legs.

"I bet you would love to fuck her right here and now," John suggested only to cast huge disappointment over us after a few seconds pause. "There will be no sex for you two until I decide which street you are going to do it on this afternoon. I want to see if you like to be as kinky in the daytime as you do in the middle of the night. Now let him see his new trousers."

My new trousers were incredible. They came from a suggestion from Sarah who had a punter who wore the very same and were nothing more than the lower half of a trouser leg, cut just above the knee with elastic sown in to keep them up. Worn under a long coat it would look like I had normal trousers on.

"Is this all I'm getting to wear?"

"No," John replied with a big smile on his face.

"You will also have on your stocking and suspenders and a little pleated skirt just long enough to cover your sissy cock as you walk around having your photos taken and Sarah has especially gifted you a very nice crop top. 

Margaret interjected.  "Please John, don't make us do that. Too many will know us if we should be seen."

"Don't be stupid woman, you are not doing it here in this town. I don't want caught either because I'm taking your photos. Now just relax for a little while and Sarah will see to your dress for the outing to the coast." 

After showering Margaret and I spent the morning naked around the house and garden. John was taking photos of us and there was quite a few taken in my parents' garden and at the door to the house. Then out onto the street and beneath one of the trees, kissing and cuddling which was followed by Margaret on her knees sucking me before we had full sex as we leaned against the tree. I heard the nearby clock strike eleven as Margaret posed with a leg against the tree to let her husband and his camera see my cock embedded in her as we fucked in broad daylight. Of course, John wasn't exactly with us - just in case we were caught. No, he was safely in his garden gate with a telephoto lens fitted to his new camera.

When we returned to the house Sarah had our outfits ready for the journey. I helped to dress Margaret and was allowed to kiss her pussy after successfully attaching each strap of her white suspender belt to her black stockings. I then lifted the skirt from the bed.

"No," intervened Sarah. "That is all she is getting except for her long coat.

Margaret began to remonstrate and John quickly answered and she burst into tears again.

Well you can pack your bags and leave if you want and you already know that if you do I will be selling some of these wonderful photos to a friend of mine in the porno business.

I consoled her and help dry her tears before she helped me into my white stockings and suspender belt which were followed by the crop top and the very short grey pleated skirt. These were followed by my new trouser legs, my own shoes, and a long black coat from John.

The journey to the coast took about one hour. It would have taken less if John hadn't insisted on stopping for Margaret and I to go into a village shop. On her way out, as I kept the assistants attention, Margaret stood in the doorway and opened her coat for John and Sarah to see as they sat in the car with the camera.

We parked in the centre of the coastal town and all four of us went for a walk around, Sarah linking John, and Margaret linking her toyboy tranny as John often referred to me. Thankfully it was quite cold and misty or we would have looked a bit silly in our long coats on a summer day. John kept darting up alleyways looking for a place to put Margaret and I through more pain and eventually found one to his liking.

It was quite a wide area used by lorries delivering fish to the rear of the shop which closed at lunchtime on a Saturday, for the weekend. The area backed onto a cliff and adjoining outhouses made it quite secure. John made sure everything was quite safe before taking up his position looking back down the alley to Sarah and the passing public. It was my turn to pose and he positioned me against the wall so that he was photographing me to the left of the shot and the passing public on the right of the shot. I opened my coat and he took a full-length view of me with my special trousers on. Then he got me to raise my skirt and show off my tranny cock. He was most indignant to see it was not erect and ordered me to play with myself as I watched Margaret move a couple of fish boxes that lay around. She had to remove her coat and I saw the resulting photo of me masturbating to her naked body as the passing public and the watching Sarah looked up the alleyway to the man taking the photographs. 

It took Margaret sucking on me to get me hard and eventually I removed my coat as John photographed me from the knees up, a kinky boy playing with himself in public. Margaret rejoined me. I was hot now and wanted to fuck her as she leaned against the wall but John insisted I lick her ass instead and when I was finished doing that he made me put on my coat and change places with Sarah.

I couldn't believe how busy the place was with so many people walking past. Some stopped and asked me what was being photographed, including two gorgeous girls about my age. They wanted to chat and I told them he was taking shots of fish boxes in different places. They talked for a few minutes and I felt really nervous because I had not buttoned up my coat. It was the first time I had talked to anyone in public dressed in my ladies clothing and I saw one of them look at the neck of my pink crop top a couple of times.

As I chatted to the girls, who were even offering to take me to a party that night, Sarah was standing around the corner some fifteen feet away with her little dress raised and Margaret on her knees licking at her pussy. John had Margaret where he wanted her, near naked, performing with his girlfriend and obeying his every instruction.

I was still chatting and answering other peoples' questions when Sarah arrived at my side complete with Margaret's coat over her arm.

"You girls seem very interested in what's going on."

"We're just being nosey and having a chat with Robert here," said Jodie, the gorgeous long-haired brunette.

"Have you ever seen the movie Calendar Girls? Well we are doing one around some local scenes and wonder if you can suggest a place which is public but a bit private at the same time," continued Sarah, much to my surprise.

"What about the football club?" Jodie suggested immediately.

"And the lighthouse," added Julie, the tall blonde. "And the railway station has a secluded area under the stairs," she added with a little blush.

"Look," Jodie interrupted, "That man is waving for us to come in."

I was so shocked to see John waving, knowing that Sarah had Margaret's coat under her arm. She too realised the danger.

"Eh, the model is still naked," she blurted out as the girls reacted to John's signals. Sure enough she was, Margaret standing with a pile of fish boxes up to her waist as Jodie and Julie gave a little giggle on realising what they had walked into.

John was quick to seize an opportunity.

"You girls are rather pretty, ever fancied having your pictures taken around the town? With your clothes on" he quickly added.

Jodie and Julie sniggered and watched as Margaret came to Sarah for her coat.

"Hello girls, I'm Margaret, the model," she said as if everything was quite in order and she was not the victim of her husband's fantasies.

"And Robert is a model too," John chipped in as a sudden fear vibrated through my body.

"Do we get to pose with him," Jodie asked looking at me, an excited edge to her voice.

"Depends how old you are," replied John.

"Eighteen," they chorused.

"Then yes, I suppose that could be arranged - Do you want him with his clothes on or off?" 

He said it with a nervous laugh but it was a chance question which received the required answer for John but nothing but anguish for me.

"He is a rather special model as you will see later on."

Next thing I knew they were standing beside me and he snapped a few shots.

"Do you have anything nice and sexy that you could wear for these shots," John asked the girls.

"Of course we do, we can be really sexy if you like and we could go and get ready right now. We only live five minutes away."

John gave them half an hour to return to the alley and rubbed his hands with glee as they ran off.

"Roberta, your secret is going to be known by two gorgeous girls in a little while," he tormented. "My wife and her kinky lover posing in his little skirt with two gorgeous girls. I bet they have short skirts too."

Would he really do that, I wondered as we walked around the town and took a coffee? Thankfully the toilet was a single cubicle in the café as I lifted my skirt to pee.

The girls were ready and waiting for us, wearing long coats as well, when we returned. We all went up the alley to see what they had on underneath and for John to get a few shots.

Jodie slipped off her coat to reveal a pink crop top, just like my one, and very short white flared skirt that wafted in the breeze now coming up the alley. No wonder she had kept looking at me as we chatted, I thought she maybe fancied me but perhaps she recognised that we were wearing the same top. A nice pair of black knee length boots covered her bare legs. She looked great, I fancied her, and I could feel my cock lifting the hem of my own skirt as I watched her. She looked to see if I approved.

Julie had her blonde hair in a ponytail and wore a red top, a gypsy style off the shoulder satin blouse with a black satin skirt and the same style of boots as Jodie.

John approved of them both and got them to pose immediately. The he got Margaret to join them, testing to see what happened when he got her to put her arms around them and her unbuttoned coat opened slightly. I stood behind him and watched as her nakedness appeared.

He turned to me and whispered.

"Your turn now sissy and unbutton your coat and do the same as Margaret."

I stepped in between the girls who were keen to snuggle up tight to me. Then I raised my arms and swung them around their shoulders. My head was giddy, my breathing tight, as I felt the cool air around the hem of my skirt and my dangling tranny dick. I have to agree it was very, very exciting doing this with two pretty girls but I was still worried immensely at the same time.

"When do you take your coat off and let us see your hunky body," asked Jodie who leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

John saw another opportunity and had Sarah draw Julie backwards as he had Jodie hold the pose as she kissed me again. I saw him signal, and opened my coat knowing that my cock had lifted the hem of my skirt and was in view to the camera also.

Introductions over and girls obviously keen to be with us, it was decided that we would go to the football ground for the next series of shots but there were too many of us for the car. I was selected to walk and Jodie quickly volunteered with Sarah as our chaperone. As we walked towards the car park I wondered why John had caught hold of the two girls and spoken quietly with them.

"Right then, the home team is playing away today and the girls tell me there is a nice secluded spot where I want you all to be as soon as possible," he quipped as he caught up on us again.

We arrived to find them actually inside the football ground, Julie had already shown John where to go and a small gate at the rear had been left unlocked. John was quite confident he had checked that the place was deserted and asked Margaret to slip off her coat. I watched Jodie and Julie to see their response and they seemed quite nonchalant about it all. Of course I was still worried that I might be asked to remove my coat and that worry was enhanced when John came towards me.

"It's your lucky day sissy boy. My two extra special models are wanting to see you in the nude so I am going to spare your blushes, for the moment, and let you go and take off your skirt and sussies. When you come back in, remove your coat at the gate and just appear beside us absolutely naked, no shoes, nothing."

Sarah was at the gate, keeping lookout when I returned. I removed my coat and suddenly she stopped me from getting in.

"I really want to have a fuck with you sometime," she said as she grasped my cock. 

"We have to get together some night when John is away at work. I have a nice place and you could try on some of my dresses if you so desire." 

She kissed me and ran my cock up the inside of her skirt across her naked pussy.

"You know I have always wanted to have sex with you, just tell me the time," I replied as I left her with my coat, took a large breath, and walked into the stadium.

The sight that met eyes was amazing, Julie and Jodie had removed their tops and were being photographed under the team sign. I was directed to join them and took up my position in the middle, my cock already growing. It was soon fully erect, the effect of those two pretty girls with their arms around my waist and only inches from my throbbing cock. 

"Robert, Jodie has something to ask you," Margaret said to me.

I looked at her and caught her staring at my erection. Still with her eyes fixed on my cock she blurted out.

"We want you to strip us to be naked like you. We want to be sexy stars like you and Margaret and make lots of money."

I looked at John. He gave a wry smile, said nothing and just gave me a nod. 

Jodie turned her back to me and I unzipped her skirt. She let it fall and then removed it before turning to face me and let me remove her tiny white panties. I very much wanted to kiss her pussy but thought better of it knowing I had not been told to do so by John. I turned to Julie, the satin of her skirt brushing against my cock sending one of those delightful tremors through my body as I unzipped it and took it to the ground for her to step out of before attending to the removal of her black panties.

"Wonderful," cried John, his face beaming from ear to ear as Margaret joined us and all four of us posed for a number of nude photos.

We were about to slip on our long coats to go to the riverside walk when Julie instigated a real daring challenge.

"Let's all run naked onto the field just for a laugh," she suggested and grabbed me by the hand.

It was great fun and all three of us huddled together in the goalmouth. It was Julie who quietly whispered to me as we continued to cuddle. "Do you want to have sex with us sometime? We both want to do it with you. You can come and see us and we'll have sex in some fantastic places."

Fantastic!!! Another two offers of sex within fifteen minutes of each other. I was going to be busy and I felt a hand clasp to my cock as confirmation of the offer. 

We responded to John's call but Jodie continued to hold me and with pleading eyes she said, "Please."

I knew as soon as we got back that I was in trouble for running off without permission. The punishment would surely change the girls mind about me.

John turned to Jodie.

"Jodie, do you mind if Robert wears your skirt when he walks to the riverside?"

I looked at her, her eyes went huge as she asked John to repeat the question.

"Is he kinky or something," asked Julie and I expected his answer to be yes.

"Maybe not kinky but he does do as he is told. I pay you girls' money, I pay Margaret and Sarah and Robert money and so I make the decisions about what we do, and not you. That was silly running around on the field like that, it could have drawn attention to all of us. Now Jodie let me see you dress Robert in Julies skirt and put the rest of your clothes in the car so that you are naked below your coats."

"Hey, I should..." Julie cut short her statement realising what John had just said and let Jodie continue dressing me in the satin skirt.




The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 04



John had already noticed that I had a fancy for Jodie and as my cock flapped about in front of her face, she held open the waistband and drew the skirt up around me. John snapped every move and got a fantastic shot as the naked little beauty eased the waistband around my erection and into the teasing satin of the skirt. He watched us closely. 

"Don't you mind being dressed as girl?" she asked.

"I just do as I am told," was my straight reply, there were too many other things that could happen to me if I said otherwise.

We all got a laugh when I put on my trouser legs and Jodie thought it was fantastic that we could both walk through the town so naked under our coats. John had let us go alone this time, taking Sarah in the car with the others and creating more annoyance for Margaret as she saw her tranny boy becoming more and more friendly with Jodi. John was an expert at teasing her.

We walked hand in hand until we met her brother, Jodie introducing me, shyly, as a friend of Julie's. I was literally shaking as we talked for only a few minutes because my cock had been in contact with the satin all the time we were walking and I could even feel it pushing the front of my coat out, but I survived.

The direct route to the riverside walk is down through a small park on a steep hill. A shelter provided us with the first opportunity to kiss properly. 

"I want to apologise for telling my brother the wrong thing. I want you to be my friend," she said looking me straight in the eyes. I answered by kissing her, pushing my tongue into her mouth. It was fantastic and we got a little carried away as I slipped my hand into her coat to touch her left breast. Jodie smiled and opened my coat to look at me in the skirt, the front bulging like the proverbial tent pole. She took hold of my bulge as we kissed again and I gasped out loud just how much I wanted her We had a laugh at my trouser legs as she lifted up the hem of the skirt to see my cock which she held tightly as we continued kissing. I opened her coat and pulled her naked body against mine and then wrapped our coats around us so that, to anyone passing, it would only look like two lovers kissing. I would have loved to have gone further but realised we should be on our way and I tried hard to memorise her phone number as we walked. Eventually we found the others under some trees where Margaret and I were to be photographed. 

"Remember Jodie, not a word about us kissing or touching each other or I could be in trouble again and it might not only be a skirt I have to wear."

We all walked right to the end of the path, up river and away from the sea and then walked back a fair distance before Margaret, Sarah and I were sent back to the end of the path again. The girls watched with John, his telephoto lens on his camera, as Margaret and I slipped off our coats, plus my trouser legs, and gave them to Sarah before we walked towards the camera. I was feeling very sexy in Julie's skirt and after my time with Jodie, but I got a hard time from Margaret for not paying enough attention to her.

"Something tells me you would rather be with that little slapper than with me today," she began. "Well you wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for me. You like wearing my bridal gown don't you? The only thing you're going to get from her is a mini skirt and a pair of panties. Just think about walking along here in my magnificent gown, veil over your face, train trailing eighteen feet behind you, petticoats swishing below you, layer upon layer of them, instead of that little skirt you have at the moment."

I was thinking and my cock confirmed that as we arrived in front of John and the girls. I was solid, the front hem of the skirt resting on my shaft rather than covering it, the girls watching our every move. 

We posed as requested and then under the trees Margaret removed my skirt and began to suck me. I looked across at Jodie and tried to pull back but Margaret was holding my testicles and she gave them a tight squeeze.

"Don't try moving or I'll squeeze them until they burst," she snarled. "I'm going to show your little girlfriends who really is in charge of you," and slipped my cock back into her mouth to continue sucking. 

We were well hidden from the other bank by the trees as we carried out our show for John and Jodie and Julie. Sarah had been sent as lookout again as he clicked away with his camera. Never one to miss an opportunity John had Jodie and Julie remove their coats and join us to watch closer. I heard them, my eyes closed as Margaret sucked. I was close to orgasm when she suddenly stopped and left me standing high and dry. I looked down at her and then at Julie and Jodie. I was leaning against a little wall panting and puffing, my cock standing against my stomach, glistening with saliva, my balls still being held by Margaret.

"Go on girls, play with him. I know he really wants you to play with him. He may be my lover but you have my permission to toss his cock off. Let him tell you what he really likes to do and make him cum all over me."

At that Margaret dropped to her knees in front of me still maintaining her grip on my balls but the girls seemed reluctant to do as she asked. She took Julie by the hand and placed it around my shaft and showed what she wanted her to do. Jodie didn't want to be left out and immediately followed. They both began to do as she asked much to the joy of John who had moved in closer for some porno shots on a public footpath.

I looked down to see each of their hands clasped around my shaft. I wanted to kiss Jodie as she did it to me but a squeeze told me otherwise.

"Tell her where you like to have sex with me." 

I responded immediately, my balls were getting sore, the scrotum slightly bleeding within her grip.

"I like to have sex on the street. I love to be naked in public." 

"Now you know that's not quite true but tell them what I was when we first had sex."

"You were a bride, my kinky bride and I was wearing your stockings and suspenders and you kept your bridal gown on when we had sex because I loved the feel of it against my body."

The girls were going faster on my cock and I could feel Jodie pressing her tits against me as she wanked me. Then she stopped and her right hand dropped to her pussy. She began rubbing herself and so Margaret took over on my cock and upped the pace a bit.


"I want him Margaret," Jodie confessed as she rubbed herself harder. " I want to have his cock in me. Please, I don't care if you are here watching I just want to do it with him."

"I know you do darling, but he's a transvestite honey. Do you really know what a transvestite is? Tell them Roberta. Tell them about your favourite."

I was getting close to orgasm but managed to slip my arm around the now shuddering Jodi. I held her tight and Margaret gave another squeeze and increased the speed on my cock for her and Julie.

"I love to wear ladies clothes. I love your satin skirt Julie and I want to wear your skirt Jodie. I want to wear all of your clothes if you will let me."

"Yes, you can, you can wear anything you like, I just want to have sex with you. I want you."

Then she shuddered again and began to moan in ecstasy. Margaret stopped to watch as Jodie bucked to and fro, her fingers embedded in her cunt as wave after wave of joy ran through her body. I held her tight, placing a light kiss on her forehead as she continued to breathe so heavily. 

Margaret regained the tempo on my cock as Jodie recovered. She smiled at me and cuddled against me as if trying to hide her embarrassment and Margaret made her stick her fingers into my mouth so that I could taste her sweet pussy juices.

"You haven't told us about your favourite outfit yet honey," Margaret reminded me.

I looked down at her and pulled both girls closer to me. I looked at Julie, her hand still around my cock, her own excitement visible in her gorgeous blue eyes as she looked back at me. I squeezed Jodie, somewhat reluctant to tell them what Margaret really wanted me to say until I got another squeeze on my balls.

"I love to be dressed as a bride with lots of petticoats and a long frilly train and huge veil covering my face as I walk around the street at my house with the dress raised to show of my tranny cock."

I could feel myself about to erupt, Margaret tossing me so expertly until she created a huge fountain of my cum all over her. She turned to the girls.

"I think he would love to show you lovely girls his gorgeous bridal gown and next time you could be his sexy bridesamaids when you all walk along this path."

That was it. Julie kept pumping my cock as salvo after salvo landed on Margaret's tits. Jodie wrapped her arms around me and whispered, "I love you," a declaration that she was not offended by what I had just confessed. However, would she still feel the same after my next action?

"Now my kinky boy, show them what else you like to do."  

Margaret stood up, my cum now running from her tits down her entire body. I said nothing and slipped my tongue over her left breast and fed on my first load. Thick and hot I scooped some up and kissed her full on the mouth. I returned for more and looked at the girls as I licked my lips and let them see me swallow my own cum. I held out my hand to Jodie, wanting her to hold me, to see if she still liked me, to judge her acceptance of my kinkiness. She used it to pull herself to her feet and to my side. I had another quantity in my mouth and was about to swallow when Jodi turned my head and placed her lips on mine. I closed my eyes as we kissed and she held me tightly as we drank my cum together, our first time together, basically strangers still and yet it was a wonderful moment when we opened our eyes and gazed at each other. Then she leaned forward and began to lick some from Margaret much to the delight of John and when she traced a line down to the pussy of Margaret he went delirious and couldn't get the camera to take them quick enough.

"You said you would never do that when I asked you," scorned Julie as John encouraged Jodie to lick his wife's pussy. It was an adventure both girls had talked about only recently and now Julie looked on as her friend licked at Margaret. I grabbed Julie by the hand and kissed her, depositing my last load of my cum into her mouth. She responded without question as I continued. I drew her closer to Margaret and encouraged her to take my place. The young Jodie was creating a response from Margaret who lay down upon the path to have Julie push her pussy into Margaret's face as she joined Jodie to lick at the cunt of their older friend. It was great to watch and they would have gone all the way had it not been for the ringing of John's mobile phone. Sadly, it was Sarah warning of a man and his dog heading our way.

We dressed immediately and met the man as we made our way back to the car. We also had two men shouting across the wide river that they had enjoyed the show. None of us had seen them, but then we were too preoccupied. 

But there was one thing that annoyed me and Margaret and Sarah. Just before we departed we saw John give the girls some money. I wanted to ask to be paid too but I think mine would be slightly different to that received by Jodi and Julie so I just kept quiet.

All the way home I tried hard to remember the telephone number for Jodie. I couldn't but hoped we would meet again. What I didn't realise was the arrangement that had been made for the following Friday evening at the same place. 



The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 05



Another episode in the transvestite life of 18 year old Robert.

The journey home was a long one. Margaret gave me a piece of her mind for not giving her the attention I should have done.

I was sharing the back seat with her, and Sarah was in the front beside John. Soon Sarah was doing exactly the same to John, telling him how she had saved us all from discovery by acting as lookout at all three locations that we had been to.

It got so bad between Margaret and John that I suggested she sleep with me in my house on our return home. I wish I hadn't, Margaret was angry and even adopted some of her husbands scare tactics, with brown envelopes, if I refused to do some sexual acts. She was definitely very jealous of Jodie.

We had sex three times and then she insisted I sleep with my head between her legs to remind me that I already had a lover whenever I awoke.

Sunday was spent giving me lessons in make up, foundation creams, the importance of a douche, rouge, mascara, eye liner, nail varnish, all the things that would make me more girly. My pubic triangle was trimmed and tidied and a wig and breast forms were ordered plus, unbeknown to me, breast enhancement pills. 

Monday morning I went off to college with my toenails still painted, wearing stockings and suspenders and the tiniest panties, quite incapable of containing my manhood which often escaped and pressed against the thin trouser material. On my return I had to strip to my ladies underwear in the garage and arrive home nearly naked.

Tuesday I was even more feminised and actually left for college dressed as a girl, my short grey pleated skirt and a white blouse added to my usual underwear. I was permitted to change in the garage where, upon my return, I had to revert to being a girl.

Wednesday, the same, and my blonde wig and breast forms arrived together with a tight black lycra skirt and high heeled boots. I spent the night walking up and down the hall as a woman in training, my boots, agony to begin with, until I got better and used to the angle my feet were at.

Thursday was an anxious day. I had to fight to get my male shoes for college, Margaret seemed deadly serious about me wearing my new boots to college. It upset me and I failed to clean off all of my mascara. Classmates noticed it and began to wonder what I did in my spare time because none of them ever saw me out these days or nights. I was also worried about not phoning Jodie, what would she think? She was never far from my mind and each night Margaret pretended she was Jodie and made me lick her pussy and ass as she knelt on my bed.

Friday night came and John was horrified to see the photos Margaret had taken of me and suggested I go with him to deliver photos to Jodie and Julie. For once I found John helping me and was allowed to go in male clothes, as an equal.

Margaret was furious, she felt that John had used the discovery of her and I to give him a free reign, freedom to go out and screw around, to lift the blanket of secrecy off his relationship with Sarah and now we were both going off to see two teenage girls, hot and horny girls into the bargain. We left her fuming and probably plotting my next punishment. I would get her pent up anger on my return because John would tell her where she could go if she was so unhappy.

John and I talked man to man on the journey and then I discovered why.

"Do you think Julie would let me fuck her?"

He was thirty years old and worried that he might be rejected by an eighteen year old.

"I think she might if you are nice to her and don't bully and demand like you usually do." He produced two bottles of expensive perfume. "Do you think that might get us some outdoor sex with our new friends?" 

"Worth a try," I agreed.

We met the girls in town. Boy did they look hot, their skirts barely visible below the short jackets they were wearing. Under her bright red jacket Jodie was all in white, sheer white blouse with lace trim around the collar and cuffs, white leather skirt, so short I got a fantastic view of her sheer nylon panties as she sat into the car, and white knee boots. Her shiny brunette hair was done in ringlets and she looked fantastic. The first thing I noticed about Julie was the hem to waist split on her tiny black skirt and her black boots When she slipped off her black jacket I could see her gorgeous round breasts filling her black lace bra. Her blonde hair also fell in ringlets onto her shoulders and a black sparkling clasp held it back off her face. They looked terrific.

John decided to take us to a nice restaurant and wine and dine us all. The girls loved the perfume and promised us a good time in return.

We drove to the next town and all eyes were upon us as we entered the restaurant, eyes hitting plates as Jodie and Julie went to and from the ladies room several times. We had a nice secluded corner with subdued lighting and Julie gave John a favourable signal when she snuggled up close to him and put her hand on his thigh as they posed for an early photograph.

"Do you like my outfit?" Jodie asked me as we posed. "It's the nearest I could get to a bridal gown at the moment and I think you will look very sexy in it too."

John agreed and told both girls that they looked stunning and was pleased they had spent his money wisely.

The meal was excellent and I had a few vodkas and the girls had all kinds of cocktails.

Julie made it obvious to John that she was willing and Jodie had played with my cock under the table most of the night and was about to go under and suck me when the waitress appeared. The serviette was sticking up quite a bit when she served me and John thought it was fantastic when I lifted it and exposed my solid dick. The waiters enjoyed watching the girls walking about and I saw Jodie's panties several times as she squeezed past me at the table. They made their final visit to the ladies room prior to our departure and, as suggested by John, returned and presented us with their panties. After settling the bill and tipping quite substantially, John asked the girls to go first so that we could watch the faces of the other diners. It was wonderful to watch them as they watched the buttocks of our girlfriends.

On the way to the car Jodie stopped me and we began to kiss. She made sure her skirt rode up over her buttocks and guided my right hand into her hot pussy.

"You never called, I've been so worried. All week I've been thinking about you and wondering if John would bring you with him. This is fantastic Robert, I just want to fuck all night with you and walk around with no clothes on."

Then suddenly we were in car headlights but soon realised it was John and Julie. He jumped out for a few photos and Jodie hoisted her skirt even higher as she clung around my neck in the fairly well lit car park where we thought we were unseen. However as we slipped onto the rear seat of the car a voice came out the darkness at the rear of the hotel.

"Lucky bastard," and all that I saw was the glow of a cigarette.

"So where are you taking us," John asked the girls as we headed back towards town.

"The lighthouse," said Julie. "It's unused now but it is a beautiful night for lovers to walk along the pier to the lighthouse."

So that is what we did. There are no lights but I was surprised how much could be seen as we walked along and our eyes became accustomed to the darkness. Below us, on our right side, the sea gently lapped against the pier. To our left the pier wall was well above head height but narrow shelving provided the opportunity to step up and look over and see and hear the sea drifting onto the beach.

"I really want to take all of my clothes off," announced Julie but added, "I think I'll wait and see that no one is out here for a walk too. I remember as a little girl coming out here with my father and finding a couple having sex at the light house door – maybe it will be my turn tonight," she said with a gorgeous smile and hoisted her skirt to her waist and walked along in front of John.

"Alright," he cried, stopping us. "I'm feeling rich tonight. Bend over Julie - Ten pounds to you Robert if you will lick her pussy from behind."

I looked around, took his ten pounds, saw Julie bend forward and pushed my face into her sweet ass and licked her as he took a couple of shots, the flash so brilliant in such dark surroundings. Twenty pounds to you Jodie if you do the same." She got paid and did as requested.

We walked on a little further, both girls with their skirts above their waists.

"Your turn now Julie. Twenty pounds to lick Jodie as she leans against the wall." 

Of course it was my turn next but I was only given ten pounds for licking her pussy but it was delicious, so juicy and tasty that I just kept licking until I gave her an orgasm as the others watched us. 

Immediately after Jodie recovered, John instructed her to turn face down.

"You've missed some of those tasty juices. Another ten pounds to lick them from her sweet little ass."

Jodie pushed her bum into my face as I dropped to my knees behind her and licked and posed with my tongue opening her shit chute and much to the satisfaction of John and his camera. As we left she found a stone and scratched a mark on the wall.

"That's where I had my first orgasm with your tongue." 

The pier was deserted and John was fascinated by the wall on the left, half encircling the lighthouse to give protection against what must occasionally be heavy seas. It was situated at the mouth of the river and the beach on the opposite side was quite close so the protection also worked for us as it shielded our sexual activities from any one who may have been walking in the dark along the other side.

Julie came to me and asked me to strip her because maybe I wanted to wear her skirt again. John laughed and told me to go ahead and then he got her to walk towards us as if she had walked the whole of the pier in the nude. She began to tease him, obviously aware of the age difference, as he began to peel of his clothes.

"I'm just a little girl John, please be gentle with me. Don't make me swallow all of your cock at once."

Like me she was looking at his thick cock, the last time I had seen it I was sucking at it as he fucked Sarah, the week before. Now I was going to watch him fuck this young beauty but not from such a close range.

"Will you keep watch for us," Julie asked as she led John round to the door of the lighthouse and the seclusion of the protective wall. "I don't want to be caught like the couple I caught all those years ago." 

As we waited Jodie and I could not keep our hands off each other and, although we were not protected by the wall on both sides, we stripped off. Having been naked on the public streets so often I had no fear of doing this and Jodie needed little coaxing to do the same and soon we were petting heavily until we could hold back no longer and she guided my cock into her hot and eager cunt. She leaned back against the ledges of the wall and we just savoured the delight of being so close together at last.

"Do you think people will be able to see us," she asked, looking over my shoulder to the lights of the town opposite. 

"Not in this darkness," I replied and then added a little stupid humour. "Unless they have been eating carrots."

She laughed and looked up into my eyes. I kissed her.

"This is my first time," she confessed and suddenly I thought I was with a virgin. She carried on.

"I've never done it outside before and I just love it. Sex is great, but being here, especially with you, makes it all the more exciting because thousands of people could see us if a light suddenly came on like the car lights did in the hotel car park. I love that and I love you too Robert, I really do."

At the same time as Jodie was talking I could hear John and Julie having a great time.

Soon he reappeared, his cock still stiff and glistening in the moon which had made a brief appearance.

"She is fantastic. What a little sex bomb."

He suddenly stopped his appreciation of Julie when he saw Jodie and I coupled together, his need to be in charge still evident and back with vengeance.

"Who told you two to get it together? Robert you should know that you do nothing until I tell you. I'm going to punish you both for this and Jodie, it is all his fault."

She clung onto me, rather scared at his bullish attitude. John grabbed his camera and told us to walk into the shadow of the protective wall and remain coupled together. He stepped up onto the first ledge and then the second until he was at our head height. He ordered us to suck his dick clean. He was at the right height for both of us to share the chore and I led off without hesitation and encouraged Jodie to help me. 

"I'm bisexual," I confessed. "But so are you darling after licking off Julie," I told her in answer to her initial look of horror as I sucked John directly opposite her. 

He took photographs, towering above us, and as he did so he called upon Julie to join him and made us lick his dirt from her hot honey pot. I held Jodie tight as we carried out his orders, squeezing her hand to let her know it was all right to do as he asked. He took lots of photos.

The punishment, or pleasure, continued and when we had completed that exercise he told Jodie to dress me in her clothes.

As he took our photographs as Jodie and I fucked at the lighthouse door he teased her about having a transvestite boyfriend and having him wear her clothes as they fucked.

"Earlier Jodie, you wanted something to mark your first oral sex together. Well these photos will help you remember your first fuck together with your tranny boyfriend. When you marry, who will be wearing the bridal gown?"

Thankfully the occasion was enough to make Jodie cum, her first fuck in public. For me, the behaviour of John spoiled it and I whispered an apology to Jodie as I faked an orgasm just for the benefit of John who was priming Julie ready to lick out my girlfriend when I was finished. 

Unfortunately I was rumbled when my erection remained rigid as I watched the two girls together and I was subjected to further humiliation, which sadly also included Jodie once more.

I felt that John was trying hard to put her off me, maybe wishing to have my attention once again focussed upon his sexy wife and which, in the long term would maybe make it easier for me if Margaret realised she had no competition.

We were to walk back to the car together, Jodie naked, me in her blouse and skirt and boots as well. I had some difficulty squeezing my feet into them but eventually managed and zipped them up around my lady like legs. I was worried and so my cock was dangling and hanging below the hemline of the white leather skirt and I was even forced to wear her bra beneath the sexy white blouse.

John and Julie, once more fully clothed, wanted a ten-minute start so that they could warn us if they saw people coming towards us but they took all of my clothes and left us with only a three quarter length coat that John had been wearing. That was for Jodie should we find ourselves in danger of discovery.

"Make sure you keep your mobile phone on and that you remain naked Jodie, unless you have to. I may sneak back and have a look, and remember, the coat is cashmere, so look after it," were the parting words of John after Julie had given both of us a huge hug.

Jodie was cold and she was scared, after all this was her hometown. We cuddled together at the lighthouse door for shelter and I was ever so repentant as we passed the ten minutes.

"I'm so sorry Jodie for getting you into this mess. I kind of wish I had encouraged you to move on rather than chat to you at the fish shop last week. I should have known that John could not remain as Mr Nice Guy for too long and I have given him the opportunity to show his masterful side. Look at me, my life is ruined and now yours is too. They are making me into a girl and all because I borrowed Margaret's petticoats from the drying line and then got caught by her and then we had sex and then we both got caught by John."

I was full of remorse as I spilled out the reason why both of us were in the current situation.

"So where does the bridal gown come into all of this? Is it true you get dressed as a bride?" she asked.

"I was a virgin when Margaret caught me in her petticoats and on my birthday she dressed in her bridal gown and we had sex together. I was completely naked except for the birthday gift she had given me earlier, white stockings and a frilly suspender belt. I have to say it was a fantastic sexy feeling."

As I talked my cock began to respond with the help of Jodie's hand.

"Keep me warm darling," she requested and lifted up my skirt and offered my cock to her cunt. " I want you to cum this time, all that hot lovely cream filing my pussy."

I slipped in with remarkable ease, surprised to find her so wet and excited in such a situation.

"Tell me about being a bride. Is it just in their house?"

"No, I actually go onto the street, the main street down from our house."

"You are kidding."

"I'm not. At 3 I am often on the street either completely naked or as a bride. Margaret has been the bride too but she is usually naked and we have full sex against the factory gate."

I went on to explain the layout of the area and she was astounded even more when I told her about Margaret and I fucking in the bushes only a few yards away from the milkman delivering her milk.

"Is it a nice dress to wear?"

"It is fantastic," and I began pounding into Jodie a little more. " I wish you were wearing it now darling. It has four massive petticoats now in an effort to keep the hem from trailing on the ground as much and has a long frilly train which we don't attach very often to keep it clean. The gown has lots of layers as well and lots of frills and sequins that shine in the streets lights and it swings and swishes as I walk. We now have two veils, one is short and the other is about twenty feet long. I usually get to wear that when I am going out as a naked bride with just my stockings and suspenders on and recently I had them both on to give me extra layers over my face."

"I bet you look sensational," Jodie commented as we kissed. 

I was in raptures of joy because she was so interested and I had to keep stopping fucking her to avoid cumming before I had told her about being a bride.

"Jodie, it is wonderful. I'm a young transvestite and wearing the ultimate gown in such a short time. Margaret gives me lots of encouragement and tells me lots of transvestites would love to do what I am doing with her. The feeling of all those layers of net and chiffon and satin drive me wild and make me want to go out in such public places without consideration for my safety."

"Does Margaret go as your bridesmaid?"

"No she loves to go naked with me because she loves to feel the gown and all the layers pressing against her naked body when I lift all my petticoats and have sex with her."

"I want to be your bridesmaid sometime."

I had to get Jodie to repeat what she had said.

"I want to be your bridesmaid and then maybe get to wear your bridal gown sometime. I would love to go out on the street with you and have sex with a transvestite bride."

Jodie was pounding herself against me, her voice louder, her phrases shorter as she reached an orgasm, clinging to me, head rolling back and forth, gasping for air, brushing her face against the frills of her blouse, that I was wearing."

"Lift up your petticoats and fuck me darling. I want to be your sexy bride. We can both be brides. Look at all the layers between us, two huge gowns pressed together as we fuck. Can you feel my dress?" 

That was it, she had hit the jackpot, the vision of us both in bridal gowns took me to the orgasm she had wanted and I filled her cunt with burst after burst of my hot cum.




The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 05



We kissed, our bodies now nice and warm as she eased my still leaking cock from her pussy and held it in her right hand as she looked at me. I watched as she dropped to her knees and began licking our love juices and cum from my still dribbling cock, a strange feeling after having orgasmed. I watched her lick and suck me clean, her eyes all the time locked on mine, her mind telling me she loved doing this.

"I learned so much last week at the riverside," she confessed as she rose to her feet, drawing her right hand into her sopping wet pussy and covering her fingers with my cum. I watched her eat it before she pulled me close to share it in a deep kiss. I managed to manoeuvre her over to the ledges and to lay her across the cold stone. Oblivious to the cold she raised her right leg and gave me access to lick her cunt out, to share and kiss her with mouthfuls of my cum. I just kept drinking her and she was soon reaching another orgasm. She sat up and held my mouth at her cunt as she fucked my tongue until her cries filled the night and challenged the incoming tide for noise level.

Suddenly I realised the time, we must have been more than ten minutes and rushed back to where we had left the coat and my mobile phone.

"Two missed calls," the message read.

We had been twenty-five minutes. I called John and apologised. I could hear he was fucking Julie as we spoke.

"We've moved on now so you will have to find your way into town," and then he hung up.

I didn't tell Jodie, she was still on a high.

My training in the boots, back home with Margaret, went someway to making my progress easier as we made our way along the pier. I told Jodie to put on the coat but she refused.

"I will need to learn to do this on a public street if I'm going to be your bridesmaid," she confessed and then added. "Look at you, you make a fantastic looking girl and you walk so well in those heels, you are a natural."

The pier has a bend in it and I checked out if it was safe to venture forth before my naked lover walked round. Then we continued and, as we got closer to land, we saw a car appear and park right at the place where we had to pass. I slowed our progress and then the telephone rang. It was John.

"If you saw a car appear just now, it was us. The coast is clear so hurry up," he told me.

We reached the car dressed as we should have and I began to apologise.

"Don't apologise to me," he said sharply. "Perhaps you had better say sorry to Julie. She took the punishment on behalf of you two. Tell them Julie.

"John took me round to the beach and to the shelter because you two were late and he fucked me....he fucked me in the .....ass." she said rather sheepishly.

Jodie and I both drew large breathes of dismay.

Then suddenly Julie lifted her head with a huge smile on her face.

"I loved it too and we are going to do it again in a porno movie for some friends of his." 

I was stunned as Jodie cuddled Julie. John had a big smile on his face. He was very happy.

We redressed in our normal clothes and went to a lounge bar to drop the girls off. They went to the ladies to tidy up and John went to get the seat in the corner and gave me the money to get the drinks. I ordered the four drinks and then returned to John. 

"The barman refuses to serve me because he says the girls are too young. He knows them and they have just turned sixteen."

The colour drained from his face and I could feel mine doing the same. We sat silently awaiting the return of the girls. They were in high spirits until they saw us. John broke the news.

"Billy Fraser. He knows we are eighteen because we had our birthday parties in here. He's a friend of my brother and always joking on," announced Jodie most matter of factly and looking in the direction of the broad smiling barman.

What a relief. I went to order the drinks again.

"What's you lot been up to then. You should have seen your faces."

We laughed, but I could not begin to tell him about the great sex we had all had. 



The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 06



WOW!!! As I rewrote this episode the sheer sexiness of the occasion was so powerful. Another episode from Roberta before he went off to California on vacation.

The following week was fraught with difficulties, none more so than my inability to contact Jodie. Calling her mobile on my way to and from college was always met by the message that it was switched off. The remainder of the time I was with Margaret and dare not even mention Jodie.

My feminisation continued unabated, from the obvious thrill of the volume created by multiple petticoats to the regular douche and the obscure hormone treatment administered by Margaret in numerous drinks.

Daily I left her house for college as a girl and in the evening returned to remove my school uniform and fold it neat and tidily for the next day. Then she sat me down in front of a mirror and gave me make up tuition until I was ready for our evening walk. Initially it was down the lane to show Sarah as she waited for business at the mesh gate and then, after her inspection, into the local park or even on the train to the centre of the city. At first my skirts were at least knee length but as I got more efficient with my make up the skirts got shorter to draw attention to myself from boys and even older men. One night I met and walked past, without her suspecting it was me, a girl from college whom I often had lunch with. I had my suspicions that Adele, a very quiet and beautiful girl, already knew about my secret. Her quietness seemed to alienate her from the other girls and she seemed to have few, if any friends at college. 

I found myself with similar problems. I no longer wanted to play football for fear of getting injured and then my daily sexy underwear being discovered. I didn't go out at night any longer because I was with Margaret. One day Adele, quite by accident, put her hand on my thigh and right on top of the strap for my suspenders. We both froze and she looked at me and then smiled as she withdrew her hand. It had worried me ever since and she wondered where I went some lunch breaks when I went to meet Margaret and prove I was still wearing my sexy underwear and had not removed it when I changed in the garage from being a girl back to a half boy for the college. Margaret had taken over from Sarah checking on me and although, initially, it had been John's idea for me to wear his wife's panties to college, Margaret now kept it up. 

I longed for my parents to come home and return to sleep in my own bed alone. It would be another two and a half weeks. I actually longed for John to come home at the weekend so that Margaret had someone else to concentrate on as well as me. Then came the news that he would not be home on Friday night because he was going to collect a company car he was now getting and it could be Sunday before he arrived back from the Belgian office. It was a lovely white Mercedes estate car that he brought home and then we all went to his normal office to collect his own car which Margaret would now have the use off. 

Margaret dressed me quite young looking for the drive, her young sister with my blonde wig in bunches and only some light make up and pale pink lipstick. It was lovely and sunny and so I was given one of her satin vest tops which displayed my adequate cleavage thanks to my breast forms which she stuck to my chest. I never had many hairs on my chest but I no longer had any, anywhere, except for my neat pubic triangle. The light hairs on my legs and arms disappeared with the creams I applied. A short skirt in pale blue cotton and flip flops to show off my varnished toe nails completed my outfit for the day and I loved the warm breeze blowing up my skirt onto my uncovered boy clit as John had now began to call my cock. I was half girl now and would no longer have a cock. I have to say I was getting confused having to be boy at college and girl the remainder of the time. Forgetting I was girl usually meant punishment from Margaret, forgetting I was boy, embarrassment, such as Adele continually touching my leg. Did she fancy me or was she just inquisitive?

One more week at college and we would have a two-week break. John had timed his own holidays for then and also for when my parents were still away. Before he left for work on Monday he told me we were going to Scotland for a few days to a country cottage he was renting with lots of privacy for some sexy frolics. He was also planning a surprise for Margaret and I for the following Friday night.

Highlights of the week were the invitation by Adele to accompany her to her big sisters 25th birthday party and standing on the street beside Sarah on the Wednesday and two guys stopping in a car wondering if I was looking for business. When I told Margaret she delighted.

"You gorgeous little tart," she called me.

I was uncertain about the birthday bash but discovered it was on a Thursday night and said I was visiting an aunt so that I would not have to explain to Margaret about another woman in my life. My hesitation provoked a most unusual response from Adele, the quiet one.

"It's alright, I know your secret," and quite intentionally, this time, put her hand on my leg and rubbed my suspender strap. "It's safe with me and I don't mind if you wear them to the party. I think it will be rather exciting knowing we are both wearing the same style of underwear."

I was stunned and only nodded when she stood up to leave.

"Can I take that as an acceptance sweetheart?"

When I told Margaret that a girl knew about my secret all she could say was, "Maybe it's time to wear the skirt and blouse too instead of changing. Let them all see how you would rather be." She smiled to let me see she was joking. When I told her it was Adele she laughed. "I went to the school with her big sister, Leah. Yes she is a year younger than me. We fell out over the same boy but have a laugh about it when we meet now. Neither of us married him." 

What surprised me was the easy way in which the girls, so far, had accepted me as a tranny. No laughing or mocking or lectures but complete empathy, acceptance and a certain amount of shared excitement.

The strange thing about what Margaret said about going to college as a girl, was I didn't really want to be a girl all of the time. Initially it was my schoolboy crush on her and then the borrowing of her panties just to be close to her, and the sexy feeling I got from wearing them and the sexy feeling I get from bridal gowns and petticoats that has enhanced my interest in wearing them as much as possible. It was her idea to make me into a girl and she gets a thrill now from going shopping with her teenage transvestite, whom she can fuck at the drop of a hat because of all the things that she now has over me. Of course each week there is more and the holiday created a huge amount more. What a few days they were.

For John's arrival home on the Friday night he wanted me to be out in the garden as a bride. He had a fantastic surprise for me.

I had to rush home because Margaret wanted to give him a surprise too and let him see just how feminine I now looked. She had brushed my wig and had the gown and all the petticoats laid out for me. She bathed me in lovely perfumed water and really pampered me. In return I licked her pussy as she squatted above my face on the edge of the bath.

Margaret helped me with my make up and made sure I applied my lip-gloss evenly and then loaned me some of her jewellery too. Then I slipped into my stockings and attached them to my frilliest suspender belt. As always, the order was no panties so I stepped into my first petticoat and drew the stretchy waistband around me. Another with the same style of waist followed and then the third with its Velcro fastening. Finally, the ten layer one which Margaret had adapted to really flare my bridal gown outwards and raise it just slightly from the ground as I walked. It had long ties to fasten around my waist. My heart was beating with excitement as I dropped to my knees on the floor to assist Margaret lower my gown over my head. I really felt so utterly feminine, the fragrance of my perfume, my painted nails, the sparkling rings on my fingers, the stunning necklace and my petticoats spread across the sitting room floor. My gown slipped over the petticoats and Margaret adjusted them and then had me stand up to help me into the short frilly sleeves. I was trembling, it had been some weeks since I was last dressed as a bride, and never so thoroughly as now. There is always a moment of sheer pleasure when the long zip goes up and my body is entombed in white paradise. 

I felt weak at the knees when she opened out the long frilly train and attached it under the large bow at the back of my gown and then spread it across the carpet.

"I love you Margaret, this is the greatest feeling in the whole wide World and I love the way you help me."

She smiled, a smile of satisfaction and admiration.

"You look stunning honey but I'm not finished yet."

Margaret fixed lovely dangling earrings and tidied my hair again before fixing the short veil first and then the long veil secondly over my head and attached them to my hair. She tried to spread the veil over the train and the floor behind me but it was too long, the scalloped edges framing my face, the gorgeous embroidery encrusted with a few shimmering beads. Then she gave me the sheer lace gloves and I eased my hands into them before she helped me into the white satin heels, having left them until last because they were slightly tight. As she worked on my shoes and adjusted the many layers of petticoat and gown they brushed sexily against her naked body.

"I've grown to find the sensation of all those layers such a turn on too honey," she confessed. "I now know what you tranny's love about petticoats."

She walked around me and looked at her watch.

"Right, one more thing and then a telephone call."

She paused and I wondered. 

"The mirror," and she left the room to bring the full-length one form her bedroom. 

I positively rustled with even the slightest movement as I awaited her return. I looked down upon the skirt of my gown emanating at a fantastic angle outwards from my waist. I felt so fragile, shaking.

Then the mirror appeared. She placed it before me with a cover over it and then, when I was facing it, swiftly removed the cover. In all honesty, I nearly fainted. My veils were sitting high over my head and fell thickly to my shoulders, my cleavage quite distinct, the groups of shimmering clusters on my bodice and skirt sparkling in the mirror, the volume of my petticoats and dress now so much more dramatic and the stunning frilly train with my beautifully trimmed veil lying across it and spread out behind me. 

I could feel the tear in my eye. I had heard of real brides weeping when they saw themselves. I felt no different. Margaret gently dried my eyes for fear of messing my make up.

"I told you, you looked stunning. I just love you Roberta. You are wonderful fun and you give me so much to get up in the morning for. I was bored before I discovered your love for my panties."

"I fell in love with you first," I reminded her. "Your panties let me be nearer to you but this is beyond my words. I really look like a beautiful girl on her wedding day. I can't believe how girly I look, thank you darling from the bottom of my heart."

"We have had our difficult times you and I, your love for Jodie, your training and my insistence that you go to college in my underwear just to let you get the feel of being a woman all of the time. You do some really nice girly things now. I watch you and I see how you cross your legs for instance because you are hiding your clit because you have no panties on. Things like that are important when you are a girl."

As she talked she began to lower my short veil over both of our heads. I looked her straight in the eyes, hopefully transmitting my love and my appreciation to her in the process. She gave me a little kiss on the lips and then lowered the three tiers of my longer veil. I could only just see her but I felt even more wonderful at the misty sight in the mirror.

"I want to lick your whole body," I said as she once more busied herself at the hem of my gown.

"I think I'm going to suck you instead," she replied.

I was not expecting that.

"Please don't Margaret. I'm on the brink of an orgasm just looking at myself without you even touching me."

"Well I have to because I want to see if you are still so excited and still so happy at being a bride in public once you have had an orgasm or does the whole event become an anti climax for you. You know what men are like, when they cum all they want to do is roll over and sleep. I want to see if you will be different, you can't just lie down outside with such a massive dress on. Any way I still have this to put on you."

She lifted a cushion and produced from behind it, a very short three-tier petticoat with a little silver horseshoe sewn onto the top layer.

"Just a little gift to keep you in mind of me as it brushes across your clit as you walk." 

She went under my layers and had me step into the short petticoat and brought it up around my clit. I gasped like I had never done before and she wrapped it around my clit and began to play with me Then I heard a buzzing noise, was it my head, as Margaret placed her mouth on my clit. I could hear her groaning too as I fought to prolong my orgasm.

"Cum on me honey," I heard her gasp. "I want your spunk all over me in my mouth and all over my face and tits. Show me you still love me, show me you love what I've done for you."

She was pulling on my boy clit, sucking and moaning all at once and in a few seconds I was providing what she wanted as I fired off into her face. 

I pumped cum for a few minutes and then Margaret very delicately cleaned my clit with her mouth. I could still here the buzzing sound and when she reappeared from under my petticoats she let me see her vibrator purring away inside her hot cunt. She had given herself a couple of orgasms and was covered in my spunk and as well. She ran her finger into some of it on her tits and then lifted my veil to give me a taste. I licked my lips.

"Let me lick your vibrator," I suggested as she removed it from her pussy. She thought that was a fantastic idea and we looked in the mirror as she drank my cream and I licked hers from her vibrator.

Our little adventure together ended when the phone rang.

"Yeah, she's ready and looking so radiant," part of her conversation, and then she told me Sarah was coming round to take me outside for some photographs.

"We want it to look like you are a real bride leaving her house for her wedding," Sarah said as she suggested we begin in my own house.

I stood in my own bedroom, my gown piled into the small room beside me, my veils flung back over my head and my posters of Pamela Anderson and motor racing heroes all around me.

Onto the stairs, me on the bottom two and my train covering all of those above me and then me at the top and my train spread out below. I felt sensational but I was still confused about all of this. 

It felt like the final scene in a play, the climax to a wonderful adventure, the graduation ceremony from boy to girl, the wedding gown at its most glamorous, in its fullest creation, the long train which I had only got to use once before and inside at that. The test to see if I was still a willing bride after I had cum all over Margaret, the mention of public places. Nothing new there I though having had sex in the street in my bridal gown at 3 am. My time with Jodie had prepared me to be ever willing no matter how many times I had ejaculated. Sarah refused to tell me what was going on.

I loved going onto the street. It was still daylight and I was absolutely thrilled to be standing there as a bride. Margaret arrived, a coat covering her naked body, and assisted lifting the front of my gown to display my boy clit.

"You look too convincing as a bride that some might look at your photos and say it is a genetic bride under all that magnificence. These will prove you are transvestite, a very convincing one I have to say."

After the street it was into the garden and the lawn, which thankfully I had only cut two days before. Margaret left us saying that John would be home in a few minutes to inspect me and we were to stay on the lawn until she came back.

I began to tremble again and Sarah held my hand. I opened her coat in the process. Sure enough she was naked under it. She held it open and posed for me.

"Sarah," I began with a deep breath. "Do you know you are the start of all this? The number of nights I have watched from the lane as you stood on the street. I watched you bend over and speak to people in cars and swear I could see your bare bum. Then if they drove on you would swing around and open your coat and face the mesh gate. I was standing only a few yards away in the shadow, naked and masturbating to you. I did it lots and lots of times and wondered if you knew I was there. There was one night I was less than five yards away from you having sneaked along the edge of the wall in the shadows. You were wearing a long silver fur coat which you opened to show off your short red slip and red suspender belt and black stockings. You left it unbuttoned as you checked your make up in your mirror and I fired off in front of you. I was so close my shooting spunk hit an old paper in front of you and made a noise that sounded like a cannon fire. You looked right at me, my cock still spurting off but failed to see me in the darkness. I was also helped by another punter arriving in his car, and you went off with him. I went home so very happy with myself, I really fancied you, and to have done what I did so close to you was major. Then I brushed against a slip that Margaret had on the drying line as I went back into the garden and got the most exhilarating sensation. Once more I imagined it was your red one and played it against my body and have been hooked ever since."

"And the results are truly superb," she admitted as she held my head in her hands and kissed my forehead.

We stood facing each other hand in hand.

"Under all these layers Sarah I am big and hard again and it's all because I want you."

"No, sweetheart," she intervened. "You deserve much better than me. I'm just a hooker, a no good, and a waste. You are gorgeous, boy or beautiful bride, you deserve more than just me."

I didn't agree with her but Margaret appeared in her white frilly suspenders and white stockings and thigh boots and nothing more. She looked fantastic. 

"Still feeling sexy," darling she enquired of me.

"Of course I am, big and hard and loving every minute of this superb gown."

I looked at Sarah as I spoke to let her know she had helped get me nice and hard and keep that gorgeous glow of contentment at being able to dress so sensationally. 

"John is home, washed and ready to inspect his sexy bride."

She took me by the hand but I paused, a sudden realisation coming over me. Was he going to take my boy pussy? I was his tranny bride in my glamorous gown, ready to marry him and then surrender my virgin boy pussy to his stiff cock. 

I walked on not wanting to give Margaret a hint that I had an inkling as to what maybe about to take place. Arriving around the corner from their door my thoughts were further enhanced with red sheets covering the path, the large area at the door and upwards through the rose covered archway onto the decking. I was trembling again. Margaret stopped and took my train from over my arm and spread it out around me.

" Did you know yesterday was a special day,"

I shook my head unable to speak, a mixture of seeing my long train stretch back across the red carpet and anticipating what might be to come.




The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 06



"It was John's thirty first birthday and he wants to celebrate by marrying his kinky tranny bride tonight in the open air."

She looked at me, more tears welling up in my eyes. Ever since I showed my willingness to suck John I had wanted him to fuck me. He was going to do it tonight but in the most romantic way possible.

I held out my hand and drew Margaret to me.

"Do you want me to be his kinky bride?"

"Yes, we are all lovers and I want to see you and him getting it on. He loves you as much as I love."

I squeezed her hand. "I love you very much, too."

My short veil was then lowered over my face.

Margaret left me standing alone for a few moments, shaking, breathing heavily, nervously playing with my gown and petticoats, making them swish as I shook myself and felt the mini petticoats tease against my boy clit. 

She returned and told me she had a special surprise.

Around the corner came Sarah, she looked like a little girl, stunning and so sexy in her little white sticky out dress and petticoats, so short, that her pussy was quite visible with the white straps of her suspender belt reaching to her stockings over her tanned thighs. My flower girl and she handed me my bouquet, a bunch of pink roses, clipped from the garden only half an hour before.

I looked up towards the decking looking for my lover amidst the bushes which created such lovely seclusion. I thought I saw him. Margaret then had me link her, the gorgeous naked lady was going to give me away to her kinky husband.

We took a few steps, my train tugging and pulling at my waist, my petticoats and dress swaying with every step. I looked at Margaret, we smiled at each other and I whispered how great I was feeling.

Then we turned the corner of the house towards the front door and I got the shock of my life. There, in pink bridesmaid gowns was Jodie and Julie. I stopped, the amazingly stunned look on their faces captured by Sarah with the camera. The same expression must have been on my face, a slight breeze lifting in unison the top layer of their ballerina length tulle dresses. I stood for a few moments, my breathing irregular as I drank in the sight before me. Matching pink ribbons in their ponytails, masses of layers in their dresses, low cut to show off their young tits squeezed into the tight bodice, white stockings and pink satin shoes, they looked terrific.

Julie followed Jodie over to me.

"You look absolutely radiant," Jodie blurted out. "I had no idea you would like this. You could easily be a real bride about to be married," she continued as she took me by the hand and kissed me through my veil.

Julie kissed me too.

"You look more gorgeous than a real bride we saw in Holland last weekend," she confessed, the significance of her statement not sinking in until later. 

"I'm so pleased to see you girls again. I wish I could show you just how much, but there are too many layers. I could not have asked for prettier bridesmaids if I had tried, I'm so pleased. I feel like a princess and so lucky to have so many super and sexy friends."

Jodie kissed me again, this time lifting my veil to give me a little one on the lips. She paused and held my veil over both our heads.

"I once said I would love to be your bridesmaid. I had no idea it would be like this. I still want to be your bride – for real. I really love you Roberta."

It was the first time she had called me by my girly name. I wished I could have touched my cock, shown her how I felt about her. I could feel it still pressing against my tiniest petticoat.

"I love you so much Jodie," and she smiled and winked at me as she lowered my veil

Margaret then had Jodie and Julie lower my big veil and they all but disappeared. Then I linked Margaret again and we slowly stepped forward, the girls adjusting and steering my train as we made our way up under the arch and on to the decking.

John was already there sporting a massive erection, helped by the attentions of Sarah as they listened to Jodie and I express our love for each other. He was standing beside the picnic benches and table, and as the girls unveiled me of my big veil, I looked through the remaining veil at the man to whom I was going to surrender my boy pussy virginity. Margaret, to whom I had given my natural virginity, stepped between us and then turned to face us as the girls adjusted my train once again. 

I was shocked at what happened next when she spoke.

"We are gathered here today to witness the bringing together of this kinky man and his kinky bride in porno matrimony."

Wow!! I was flabbergasted by the amount of preparation that was becoming evident. I had no idea about any of it.

Margaret then directed John to step up onto the table and then kneel with his cock held before him. My bridesmaids then assisted me to kneel on the bench before him and Jodie placed my right hand around the shaft of my lover. I looked through my veil at him. I could see he was having the same sensations as myself, mesmerised by the whole event, a numb feeling.

"Lift the veil of your bride," Margaret said quietly, a lump forming in her throat.

John lifted it enough to give me unimpaired vision of his throbbing knob.

"Roberta, you may take John into your mouth."

I dropped my head into his lap and open my mouth as wide as possible, knowing the thickness of his dick and began sucking. I heard John give a loud puff. I felt John give a large shudder. Margaret carried on.

"Do you John take this bride to be your kinky transvestite lover and promise to fuck with her in private and in public whenever the need arises."

I could hear her and those words made me suck on him and try to swallow him even more, they were so beautiful. And then I heard John reply.

"I do."

I felt so emotional as we changed places and Jodie and Julie assisted with my gown as I knelt on cushions on the table with my back to John. He then had to peel back individually, layer upon layer upon layer of petticoats, until he exposed my boy pussy. My head was now laid upon the cushions, my butt in the air as my bridesmaids held my dress from folding back over John. He kneeled onto the bench and slipped his hand though my legs and took hold of my clit. It was my turn to shudder when I felt it in his mouth and then his tongue rang its entire length onto my testicles, and then into my boy pussy. He licked incessantly at my pussy as I took my vows.

"Roberta, as a transvestite bride do you take this man to be your kinky husband and to permit him to fuck you in private and in public whenever the need arises."

I felt so elated, his tongue working between my clit and my pussy and tried to say with as much conviction, "I do."

"You may kiss your bride." 

My husband joined me kneeling on the table, lifted my veil and we kissed. It was superb and we posed for the camera before my massive gown surrounded his naked body as we flung our arms around each other in a most passionate French kiss. The girls watched us before we broke to pose with Margaret and with the Julie and Jodie and then with the very sexy Sarah. It was she who suggested John and I should pose out on the street to show our commitment to having sex in public. A long photo session ensued with a variety of line ups. Some of the red carpet was brought onto the street and one of my favourites is John and I standing together, with Sarah holding the front of my gown to show of my standing clit which is being held in her mouth by Julie whilst Jodie doing the same to the cock of John. With the timer we also managed shots with all six of us in view.

It was getting dark and the time was approaching for me to surrender my pussy up on the garden table with all the ladies sitting on the benches.

John began to undress me, unzipping my precious gown and then allowing Margaret to unfasten all of my petticoats so that he could push them all at once down over my hips for me to display my erect clit. We kissed again, long and hard, the bridesmaids also undressed and on their knees holding his cock against my clit, kissing.

Once more I positioned my head on the cushion on the table, my veils, still in position, now draped over my naked body as my husband used it to caress my pussy. With my butt in the air I looked through between my legs and saw Julie apply some lubricant to her fingers and then rub it on to my pussy and then ease her finger into me. Jodie sat at my head to my right and I looked at her as her friend finger fucked me and eased the lubricant deeper into me. Jodie mopped my brow with a tissue and took my hand in hers. I felt that she should not be there to watch her so called boyfriend having sex with another man but I was thankful for her caring as I pondered what was about to happen to me. My attention was focussed between my legs again as I was asked to watch Margaret offer her husband's cock to my pussy. I felt the tip against my buttocks and then Margaret spoke.

"My darling John, my husband, I hereby permit you to fuck your transvestite bride Roberta, my lover and your lover. I offer her virgin pussy to your gorgeous dick as you seal your kinky matrimony." Then I felt her fingers in my boy pussy and then his cock pressing against me. I looked at Jodie, a mist forming in front of my face as she continued to wipe my brow and whisper love messages to me. I buried my face into the pillow as John pressed deeper, telling me to relax my muscles. Jodie told me to relax my whole body and let John gently ease himself into me.

"Aargh," I cried several times, my head rolling from side to side as I bit on the cushions, my eyes closed to help absorb the pain. Then suddenly he seamed to break through and with greater ease slipped deeper into me. I was blowing and rolling my head now as he began to fuck me, another man fucking me, we were surrounded by gorgeous women, and he was fucking me. Suddenly a vision of Adele came into mind, the quiet girl at college who wanted me to partner her to her party. What would she think if she saw me now? 

Photographs were taken, both of us now covered by my long veil as we fucked. This was wonderful and I begged him to fuck me harder.

"Fuck me darling, fuck me in front of my girlfriends. I deserve no less. I love you all so very much and want to be a kinky shemale bride for you all," I gushed in sheer ecstasy.

John responded and the girls got really excited. Then we slowed for a little rest and as we posed shots with the girls Margaret was wanting to lick John's cock in my ass. She continued by suggesting that she should be allowed to join in and so we repositioned with Margaret lying along the table under me to suck on my dangling clit as I licked on her pussy as her husband fucked me. That was amazing and the sensation of having my clit sucked as my ass got fucked, unforgettable. Jodie joined me to lick on Margaret, our tongues touching as we went, my hand in hers. Then John stopped us on seeing Julie and Sarah being left out. He wondered if we could all become involved and I watched as Sarah, still in her flower girl dress, sit on my back and push her pussy into John's face as Julie dropped to her knees on the carpet and began to lick at Jodie. 

What a fantastic climax to my wedding and my new husband shot his creamy hot spunk all over my buttocks and back as his wife kept sucking on me until my hot sperm filled her mouth. 

As we went indoors I stopped for a moment and looked back to see my flower girl produce a strap on dildo and begin to fuck with my bridesmaids. It had been a truly magnificent day.



The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 07



Firstly, on behalf of Roberta and myself may I thank you all very much for your very generous votes.

We now continue Roberta's story and it is the morning after and tranny Roberta views the video of her big wedding day before a shopping trip and an exciting public photo call.

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Next morning, I was awoken by a very excited John.

"Come and see this," he blurted out.

I arose, my boy pussy still very sore from my wedding night, my bridal gown scattered over the bed, my petticoats in a heap on the floor, my veil in the bed beside me.

I slipped into my pink chiffon negligee and went to see what all the excitement was about.

John had been up early editing down the footage from two video cameras, those which had recorded our wedding and the surrender of my boy pussy to him. The girls, Jodie and Julie were also in sheer negligees and John's wife Margaret in a black baby doll. He was naked, his ramrod stiff as a consequence of what he had just watched before waking the rest of us up. 

We all found chairs and watched as John began the video of his rough cuts.

A grey screen soon faded away and there I was at the back of the house holding hands with Sarah as she swished up my mass of petticoats and admired my gorgeous gown. John was filming us from the raised decking and gained some nice close up shots of my girly face as Margaret adjusted my veils. As I watched the video I was amazed how the volume of the skirt of my bridal gown accentuated my slender waist and pert breasts. It felt fantastic wearing it and it looked superb watching it.

Suddenly, the shot changed and there I was kneeling on the bench licking and sucking at my lovers' shaft as I took my vows of marriage to him. I formed a little nest with my veil and held his balls in my right hand as I licked at the them and then ran my tongue up his entire length to lick his already forming pre cum as it oozed from the swollen head of his knob. Greedily I tried to swallow him when I saw Sarah holding the camera close to catch my action. I was loving it and smiled. 

The shot suddenly changed again and my smile was gone, replaced by my grimacing face as I knelt on the table top, my bridal gown and masses of petticoats piled onto my back, my veil dishevelled and the pain excruciating.

"Ow, ow, ow," I could be heard crying as the camera cut to a shot of my pussy being forced apart by the head of a long thick cock.

"Stop, stop, please stop," I requested and he gave me a few seconds before continuing.

My face filled the screen again, contorted, beads of sweat on my brow, a cushion placed at my head for me to push my face into whenever I was about to cry out, an attempt to quell the noise I was making rather than to quell the pain I was receiving.

"Aargh," I began, and took the opportunity to feel the cool cushion on my face, as John eased a little further up my butt.

"Stop, stop, stop," I begged as he really tried hard to force his thickness into me, Jodie now standing before me, holding my hand, brushing my face with her pink petticoats, trying hard to make me feel better with the sexy material acting as a stimulant and as a fabric to wipe my face on. I looked at her, the girl of the moment for me, someone I was falling in love with, truly, and here I was being fucked by another man as she looked on. Then the screen went grey again and we took a break.

Once again Jodie was beside me, sitting on the arm of the chair I was in. I looked up into her eyes but only for a glance. I was embarrassed watching myself but John had a bigger problem on seeing Jodie and I together. He paused the video. 

"Porn stars shouldn't fall in love," he began. "Especially my pretty girls. Well one pretty girl and a sissy boy – my sissy bride," he scoffed.

He looked at us, sitting closely together as he thought.

"I think I'm going to draw a close to this love affair right now." He paused, and then ordered me to disrobe. I responded immediately.

"Look at our sissy this morning, not so much a pretty little bride or a gorgeous little girl with long blonde curly hair today – just a raving homosexual who loves having his ass filled with big cocks."

I was quite taken aback and quite hurt too. I remained silent.

"No, no," Jodie shouted as she leapt to my defence.

"Roberta is a gorgeous girl and I love her," she continued.

"You love anything that comes your way Jodie. Remember the black couple in Holland, you loved him because he had a monster dick and you loved her because she was fucking you with her strap on as you sucked him. Let's face it, you just love cock, the bigger the better. This isn't a cock," he went on, taking hold of my cock in his hand, " this is a sissy cock, a sissy clit belonging to a sissy homosexual."

There was a long silence - I was still so stunned - we were all stunned. Then he continued, taking his own cock into his right hand.

"This is a cock baby," and he held his shaft by the base and showed it off as it stood nice and tall.

"Just to keep you quiet for a little while Jodie, I want you to get on your knees and fill your mouth with real cock and let your ex- sissy boyfriend see how eager you are to have real cock."

Jodie looked at me as she dropped to her knees. I could see her thinking the same as myself and what had we done to deserve this. We soon found out the answer.

"Now Roberta, my lovely wife Margaret has been starved of your attention recently and she is the one you have to thank for helping you to become a sissy porn star. I want you to watch the remainder of the video as you slip your tongue in and out of her gorgeous ass. Get into position both of you."

Margaret responded immediately and positioned herself on all fours on the carpet in front of the television screen. John manoeuvred himself so that Jodie could see me from one side and the television from the other, as I obeyed the order and began licking at her ass, holding her cheeks apart with my hands to get deeper access with the tip of my tongue. John made Jodie watch and then he had me watch her as she sucked on his throbbing dick.

The wedding video re-started and once again my face filled the screen and then so did Jodie's as we licked on Margaret's pussy, her face hidden as she sucked on my clit under my bridal gown. By this time I was beginning to enjoy the experience and could be heard begging to be fucked. John told me what to say and I just responded like a scared parrot.

"Fuck me darling, fuck your sexy bride, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I gasped on more than one occasion and I remember Sarah holding the camera directly in front of me as I pleaded to be fucked. I was enjoying it much more now, the attention of Margaret sucking on my boy clit, the competition with Jodie to bring Margaret off with our eager tongues driving me on as John took me, his shemale bride, for the first time.

All the time I watched myself on the screen, I licked incessantly at the ass hole in front of me, a little scared of the mood John was in. Then he stopped me. 

"Because all of you were involved with that video you already know that there was more than just two people in it. However, you may also have noticed that there were only two faces seen, kinky Roberta and kinky Jodie. My cock was seen several times and Roberta's cries for more were nearly continuous as I filled her kinky ass as the shemale bride begged to be fucked."

He paused and looked at us.

"Well there is a very good reason for that. This video tape is being sent as a demo to a friend of mine in Holland who is looking for a sexy tranny to star in a wedding orgy with five black guys. She won't be the bride but some slut attending the wedding who just loves as much cock in her kinky ass as possible. I think you fit the part perfectly Roberta."

He paused again, studying the look of fear that was surely quite obvious.

"What do you call the guy in the bar where you had your party Julie?" John asked.

"Billy Fraser," she replied.

"Well, if I see our two kinky ex lovers, here, as much as look at each other except when they are performing to my instructions then I'm going to send him a copy of this video to let him see what his kinky cousin gets up to at weekends with her pretty shemale boyfriend."

He then had Jodie assist me slip my boy clit into Margaret's ass and fuck her as Jodie watched. Was this the end of my days as a tranny bride?

A week later I was back in action after a week of intense training with Margaret and my first public outing with the rest of the girls.

"We've got a great earner for you on Saturday," was all Margaret would tell me as she watched me apply my own make up and my false boobs and then walk back and forth with the hobble skirt on to teach me the length of stride I should be taking as a girl.

Friday evening arrived and so did John and the girls. Jodie and I smiled at each other but I dare not look at her for fear of retribution by John if he caught me. It was really difficult to ignore her, especially when she was asked to comment on my girly looks, as I was paraded back and forth in my new schoolgirl uniform. Then she and Julie arrived in the room dressed as schoolgirls and proceeded to undress John. Margaret and I were then forced to watch him as he fucked Jodie until he orgasmed into her and then instructed Margaret to lick her clean as I sucked the juices of my ex girlfriend from his massive dick. That was followed by Julie and I undressing our teacher, Margaret, and, like two lesbian schoolgirls, we pleasured her with our tongues until she lifted my little grey pleated skirt and begged me to fuck her with my sissy cock. Julie lay on the floor and lifted her skirt as Margaret positioned herself on all fours, with her head buried in Julie's tasty pussy, and her butt in the air. I mounted her from behind and held my skirt aloft as I thrust my boy clit into her dripping cunt. Five times I was so close to jettisoning my load into his wife but John stopped me and had me remove my cock each time and gently bang it against his wife's buttocks. Julie had had three orgasms, Margaret had two and I was being stopped from having any. If I did it without his permission he was going to send me out onto the street beside Sarah. 

I managed to keep control and then soon realised his reason when he straddled his wife and pushed his rising cock into my face. I sucked on him as I fucked his lovely wife, quickly bringing him to full erection before I was ordered to change places with Margaret and bury my head into the sopping wet pussy of Julie. Jodie was ordered to take photos of me only, close ups of me sucking and licking greedily on my master's cock, and then begging for him to fuck me as he lay across the floor with me sitting on him, his erection buried into my sissy bum. There I was, the tranny schoolgirl, lifting my skirt to show off my boy clit, raising myself to let the camera see the size of the solid shaft filling my boy pussy, masturbating furiously, begging to be fucked by Margaret also, who was now only feet away, as she pounded her thick black strap-on into Julie before I fired off onto Julie's face. Quickly I then had to turn around to accept Johns cum onto my own face. Another training night was over.

On Saturday, my pussy still throbbing from my eagerness the night before, we all, with the exception of Sarah, went for a drive into the city after I had dressed myself as a girl, Jodie and Julie acting as my advisors. We all had a douche as John promised us lots of ass munching and fucking, then the girls watched me apply my make up and my wig and my breast forms before dressing in my 36C black lace bra. All the time my clit was open to their attentive hands as they gave me lots of encouragement to become a pretty girl. Then came my black stockings and suspender belt to be followed by one of Margaret's mini dresses, a black chiffon evening dress with thin spaghetti shoulder straps and a hem about nine inches above my knees. My immediate problem was my swollen dick, and no matter what the girls tried to do, it continued to bulge against the satin lining of my dress, so I was asked to remove the pair of red and black satin and lace panties Jodie was wearing and leave her pouting pussy lips open to possible view just a few inches above the hemline of her little red skirt. 

We were soon in the multi-storey car park and as Jodie eased out of the car, her skirt slipped to her waist giving me a fantastic view of her naked pussy as I helped her. She gave me one of those demure smiles, head to one side, top teeth over bottom lip and a finger at her lips. She knew what she was doing all right and I could feel my cock straining at my red satin panties.

I've no idea if John did it as punishment or not but he suddenly thrust a camera into her hand.

"Get some good shots of our three lesbian friends in the shopping centre," he suggested before he went off in a different direction. "Remember, I'll be watching from a distance so make it good girls." 

I was really, really, nervous and so too was Margaret. This was my first time out in full public as a girl and thankfully Jodie and Julie kept encouraging us. I clumped down over the stairs in my strappy sandals, preferring to walk rather than take the lift with other shoppers. I needed to get used to being out in daylight and to being around so many people. I was continually reminded by Margaret to take smaller steps until the girls took me by each of my arms, linked me and helped immensely as we walked step for step into the pedestrian precinct. Then Jodie left us and took some shots as Julie and I walked along arm in arm, people looking at us, certainly one pretty girl drawing their attention and hopefully they thought we both looked gorgeous. I certainly felt gorgeous.

We were doing really well I thought until Margaret came to our side.

"He wants to see you and Julie kissing," she said quietly, holding the phone up to indicate from where the instruction had come. We were directed into a large department store. My heart was pounding as we walked right to the back of the store, past the escalators to a door leading to the stairs. Julie and I walked up to the next landing with Jodie. Margaret stayed at the bottom and John followed us, running his hand up under Jodie's little skirt as he passed her to give us another flash of her pussy. In a whisper he told us what to do.

"Julie, I want you to kiss Roberta, very passionately, and as she does so I want you, Roberta, to lift up the hem of her skirt and show off those gorgeous tight buttocks of your lesbian girlfriend."

He continued onto the next flight of stairs and then stopped to watch as Julie and I kissed in the corner and I flashed her off.

"Wonderful," he chortled as he returned to see the shots Jodie had taken on the digital camera.

"OK Julie, swap with Margaret now and she will tell you what to do if someone should come." 

An apprehensive Margaret appeared.

"Right my kinky friends," John whispered to us. "I want you to begin with a few passionate kisses and then, Roberta, I want you to drop to your knees as Margaret opens her coat. She has a wonderful surprise for you. Be careful not to run your stockings when you go down onto your knees my lovely kinky boy. Now get ready." 

He walked on and I caught hold of the gorgeous Margaret. We kissed as Jodie caught the shots and then I dropped to my knees. Margaret opened her coat to display her totally naked body. That was a super surprise but there was also quite a shock for me too. 

"Suck it," she ordered in a whisper as she released the huge black cock from a chiffon scarf around her right leg. 

"Suck it quickly, you fool," she added in panic as I stared at the cock swinging in front of me and which then disappeared into her cunt.

I looked at Jodie, her face pressed against the camera as she snapped incessantly, catching me run my tongue into Margaret's hot pussy and then up the length of her cock until I sucked it into my mouth. As soon as I did that John was back on the scene and Margaret was tucking her dildo into her scarf and closing her coat.

"Fantastic," he said as he passed, patting my bum as he went.

Margaret needed a coffee after that, we all did and went to the store cafeteria. We were looking back at some of the shots when John arrived.

"Margaret, my dear, I notice not many ladies are in the café and using the toilet. I think it is time for you to thank Jodie and let her have a feel of your big cock in her sweet tasting pussy as her sissy ex-boyfriend licks her equally sweet little ass." 

Margaret knew better to argue and went off with Jodie, and Julie and I followed a minute or so later. 

This was more strange territory for me and I was nervous about entering the pink painted room with two cubicles and no urinals. One of the doors was closed and I tapped on it as Julie leaned back against the main door that we had just come in to stop us being interrupted. Margaret had Jodie impaled upon her dildo as they stepped out from the cubicle to give me room to get between their open legs and lick at her ass. As she fucked, Margaret slipped off her coat, she was randy and totally naked apart from her black knee length boots. Then she ordered me to open my mouth as she eased out of Jodie.

"Suck my dirty black cock you slutty little sissy," she snarled at me. "Taste your kinky girlfriend and swallow her cum," she continued in a most dominant tone. I did as she asked just as her mobile phone began to ring. It was John telling her that the ladies in the café had now gone and he wanted some shots of me showing off my tranny cock to the girls.

As Margaret strapped her cock to her leg once more I removed my panties and raised my dress above my hips as I stood at the washbasins. Margaret took the camera from Julie as she dropped to her knees to suck my girly cock as Jodie stood beside me with her skirt raised to show off her pussy. A few seconds later and Julie was offering my cock to the pussy lips of Jodie. Margaret said nothing and just kept on clicking shots as I slipped into her already wet and eager cunt. We fucked against the wall for only a few seconds before Margaret decided we had been in the toilet long enough. She left and took my panties with her. Then Julie left and I grabbed Jodie to kiss her as we looked into the mirror.

"I love being a lesbian, especially with you," she whispered, looking me straight in the eyes and delighted that both of us had managed to get it together again despite being banned.

Back in the shopping precinct I could feel the cool draught playing on my tranny cock as I walked along linking Margaret. She was teasing me.

"How about him? We could share his gorgeous manly body," she asked as a hunky guy passed.

My attention was still on the gorgeous girls and some who cast a glance at me as I did the same to them. 

"You shouldn't do that, you're a girl now and you should be looking at the boys," Margaret insisted but I just couldn't help looking at the sweet teenage girls. It was really exciting looking like them but with a fantastic secret.

Then we went into another store to look at the bridal department with the idea of Jodie getting married and looking for a gown. She squeezed my hand as John suggested I might like to try one on too. I was petrified at the idea on only my first day out and never realised he was teasing me until later.

All the assistants were busy when we arrived and so we had a look around. Margaret was especially keen to get shots of me in the department and I was shaking with excitement, especially when I saw one girl step out of the dressing area in only a bouffant petticoat and another with a gown with a gorgeous waterfall train. I just wanted to lift my skirt and lie on the floor in front of her and let it trail over my stiffening cock.




The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 07



Whether the girls noticed my floating like trance, I don't know, but they hustled me around to a gorgeous gown on a stand in a more secluded area. Julie took photos as I stood beside Jodie, and Margaret stood at the entrance and gave a signal. My skirt was promptly hoisted and Jodie held my cock against the tulle bridal gown as Julie took the photos.

I tried to hide my flustered look as I walked around again but suddenly it turned to panic. Coming in the door was my friend Adele, from college, with her sister Leah and their mother. 

I whispered to Julie that I knew these people and needed to get out. Already Leah had noticed Margaret and as they met she introduced Jodie as her niece. I looked over and saw Adele looking across at me but wasn't sure if she recognised me. Julie and I made towards the door but stopped to admire a magnificent bride with an absolutely fantastic veil layered back over her head and spreading outwards across the carpet just like the one I was wearing the night before. I looked over, Adele was watching her too or was she watching me? Julie and I left and awaited the others.

When we were all together again I explained to the others, (Margaret already knew) that Adele was aware of me wearing stocking and suspenders to college. She was quite cool about that, but I was uncertain how she would react to finding me shopping fully dressed as a girl.

"There is no need to worry. I knew Leah at the school and her mother and sister now know that you are all my nieces visiting from London."

But I was still worried by the time we got back home.

John went off to download the camera, all 248 shots, and came back very pleased with the results.

"Next time you wear that dress Roberta I think you should remove the lining first."

Margaret showed me what he meant and suddenly, when I looked down, I could see my sexy underwear and shrivelled cock through the chiffon.

"Don't worry honey, Jodie will give you a nice sexy thong so that we can all watch that cheeky little bum of yours as we follow you through the shopping arcade. We might even have a little tombola to see which one of us gets first prize, to fuck you first. Dildo or cock? Which do you think you would prefer first? You wanted to be a shemale and I'm only too willing to help my wife's tranny lover achieve her wish."



The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 08



My transvestite friend Roberta writes to tell me that recent surrender of her boy pussy to her Master was, sadly, not for love but as a means of gaining embarrassing video footage to use as sexual blackmail. Master John is now teasing Roberta and she is about to embark on a new career as a call girl and prostitute.

She writes:

With the lining removed and my dress now see-through I was worried about being sent to the shopping precinct looking like a hooker. However, John had other ideas.

John gave a little laugh and then continued.

"In....fact...," he started, thinking as he talked. "I think it would be good practice for you to have a try now. You look like a hooker and I think you should go and join them for a while, see how many punters are interested in a short time, with a gorgeous young tranny. The girls, Jodie and Julie, keep asking if you really have gone out onto the street as a bride. Well, they are going to see just how willing you are to go anywhere that I suggest, as a schoolgirl, as a bride or, as a very provocative hooker." 

He stopped talking as he dialled a number on his mobile phone. Sarah answered.

"Hello Sarah love. I have a new girl coming to join you tonight and I want you to look after her. Her name is Roberta and she will be with you in a few minutes."

He hung up and smiled broadly.

"Off you go sweetheart and earn a few pennies to pay for the sexy dress you have on. I can see your tranny cock twitching with anticipation as I talk and I bet your pussy is positively pulsating with excitement."

"Please John, don't make me do this just yet. I want only to be your shemale lover."

"I'm sorry sweetheart. It's not me, but the girls think we are telling them stories about you as a bride on the street, and it is much too early to be out there in your bridal gown at the moment. However, after you have done this, and much later into the night, you are going to let Jodie and Julie see that you are not scared to go out in the gown that you wore on our wedding night and have my slutty wife fuck you with her big black dildo. I might want some after her, maybe we will all have some, your first gangbang as tranny."

He smiled as he watched me.

"Bring a mirror girls and let our sexy shemale have a look at herself before she goes out on the game."

Jodie brought a full-length mirror. 

With my hair and make up redone and looking perfect and my dress showing off my cleavage adequately, but leaving nothing to the imagination, I looked at my cock and my sexy underwear through the layers of the chiffon skirt. I looked at Margaret and received no sympathy. Jodie left the room before me as Julie kissed my cheek and John just smiled and waved goodbye.

Jodie was standing at the front gate as I stepped out onto the street. Darkness was falling but it was much too early to be going out dressed as I was.

"We never said anything to John," Jodie quickly confessed as she handed me a small black handbag to carry in front of me to hide my sex. "He's making that up because Julie and I know you love dressing as a bride. He's trying to drive you against us."

"He is like that with us too, he makes Julie and I do things in public when we go to Russia."

"Russia?" I questioned.

"Oops, sorry I wasn't supposed to say anything. Please promise not to say I told you. I will be in real trouble if John finds out I told you."

Jodie held me close, her right hand on my cock as she looked directly into my eyes for an answer. I nodded and she kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth as we squeezed each other tightly.

"I want to be your bridesmaid again tonight if you go onto the street. I want you to lift your bridal gown and fuck me so hard. I want to thank you darling."

We walked down the cul-de-sac together and she was full of encouragement for what I was about to do.

"You look superb darling, gorgeous and so sexy. If I was passing and saw you, I would want to pay to have sex with such a gorgeous shemale."

We kissed and then I passed the barrier, making sure my handbag hid my biggest secret, the coolness of the dusk air teasing the soft layers of my dress against my clit.

A few minutes later I met Sarah at the mesh gate, this gate closes off the lane that runs behind my parents and John and Margaret's house. 

"Wow," she exclaimed. "You look fantastic, give me a twirl."

I did so and held my arms aloft and let my dress float as I turned.

"You bloody dare devil, coming out here like that," she gasped on seeing my naked ness beneath my dress.

Just then a truck went passed and gave a blast of the horn as Sarah waved. Her phone began to ring. It was John.

"Are you really certain you want me to do that," she asked before hanging up. I looked anxiously at her.

"He wants me to ring a special client of mine and offer him a very special two for the price of one at my place."

I knew I looked worried.

"Don't worry, my friend will love you, he's bisexual and between us we will give him lots of fun. He does like a girl in petticoats and you can borrow some of mine."

I was shaking, a mixture of the daunting task ahead and the cool breeze. Sarah and I cuddled together much to the amusement of passers by. Then came a voice from behind the gate, it was John. He had walked down the lane at the rear of the house.

"Is it on then?" he asked. Sarah told him it was but her client was calling back to make the arrangements.

"Fantastic. Now let me have a few photos to mark this wonderful occasion."

John pressed his camera lens against the mesh gate as Sarah and I waited for an opportune moment. She opened her coat to show off her tiny white negligee, her breasts uncovered and her pussy equally visible. John wanted more from me and I had to raise the hem of my dress until my drooping tranny cock was in sight. He chortled and left.

A few minutes later and her phone rang.

"We are going to be picked up in five minutes and he wants to take us to the country."

I was very worried. What if he didn't like me? What if he recognised me? Did he really know I was a tranny? All those questions, and others, were still running through my mind when the car drew up. Sarah went into the front seat.

I was introduced to Jeremy and he turned to shake my hand and give me a look.

"I see you girls are not wearing petticoats tonight," he said after giving me a nice warm smile. I felt better. 

"We can go and get them if you want Jeremy," Sarah offered.

"No, not tonight. I am actually entertaining but could not refuse the offer you and John made to me. To be the first with such a stunning beauty as Roberta is worth the risk of taking some time out for an hour or so."

Jeremy looked in the rear view mirror as he complimented me. I smiled back at him.

"I hear your speciality is bridal wear?"

"Yes, yes it is," I replied, wondering how he already knew that.

"Well if everything goes well tonight I look forward to you being my pretty little bride in the very near future," he continued as we reached the city limits and the darkness.

As the interior of the car went dark I felt I knew Jeremy's face from somewhere but could not think where.

"How much do you think it would cost me to have you both as my gorgeous sexy brides' after you've done a nice sexy show for me?"

"Don't know, I'd have to ask," replied Sarah before adding. "Would you like Roberta and I to swap places and let her play with your cock as you drive along?" 

"I'd really love that," he replied, applying the brakes at the same time.

"My, you are a big girl," he said referring to my dangling cock as my dress rode up. 

"Very sexy," he confirmed as he drew my right hand over to open his zip.

Cars flashed past in both directions and offered enough light to let me see what I was doing. I felt excited and strange as I reached in through his open zip and retrieved his semi-swollen cock.

"Just hold me in your hand for a while," he requested as he started to drive again. Then as he changed into top gear he allowed his left hand to drop onto my right thigh.

"Please let me return the favour."

A few inches and the hem of my dress was raised enough to release my dick which Jeremy took hold of.

"You are rather big," he commented again. "I'm pleased I'm having sex with you and not the other way round for tonight at least."

He began to stroke me and I did the same to him as Sarah watched through between the seats.

Then we turned off the main road.

"Just a couple of miles to go my sexy girls. Would you like to suck me a little Roberta?"

He put on the interior light and our pace slowed to a crawl as I adjusted myself and eased my head into his lap. The first thing I noticed was the sweet smell of fresh soap. I felt good and Jeremy gasped loudly as I ran the tip of my tongue around the tip of his cock. Gradually I eased more of his very stiff five inches into my mouth and sucked. He loved it and I was eager to impress. Perhaps I was too eager as he had to ask me to slow up or he was going to explode.

Moments later the car stopped. We were at a house formerly owned by his parent and now only furnished with a large table in the centre of the sitting room.

"Let me have a look at my two gorgeous girlfriends," he suggested on finding a bulb for the light.

I liked this guy, he made me feel really good as a girl.

"Very nice Roberta. Sexy looking girl on the top with gorgeous face and nice tits and a big horny dick below her dress, Wonderful."

He had lifted the hem of my dress with one hand and held my swelling cock in the other.

"You know me Sarah," Jeremy went on. "What do you think I would like best to do with my favourite girl and her transvestite girlfriend?"

"I know what you want Jeremy," replied Sarah immediately as she slipped off her coat and threw it over the top edge of a door. "You want to watch me and Roberta giving you a little sexy show over there on that table, a little oral, a little teasing for your cock, and then watch her force her massive tranny dick into my sopping pussy. You can watch her fuck me for the first time before you force your cock into her tight boy pussy and give us both a good fucking."

She gave him a condom before leading me by the cock to the table. As we got ready she was ever so nice to me.

"You've been wanting to do this to me for a long time, haven't you? All those nights wanking off to me in the lane, wanting to fuck me. All those nights we have been so close as we fuck with John and Margaret and now our time has come to do it."

Sarah sat me on the table and made sure Jeremy had a good view before she began sucking me. I looked down on her head bobbing into my lap and, her naked body, the memory of the first time I realised she was naked on the street except for her coat. Jeremy was close by as he watched our show and I managed to reach out and get my hand onto this cock. Gently I eased him to the side of the table and slipped my mouth around his tasty little shaft.

"Fantastic," he uttered as I cupped his balls in my hands and sucked and sucked until he spurted his pre cum into my mouth. My attention to him took my mind off the equally fantastic time Sarah was giving me. Jeremy spurting into my mouth signalled the time for change and Sarah lay across the table with her wide-open legs held over the edge. I endeared myself further to Jeremy in the process.

"Jeremy, I would really love you to ease my tranny cock into Sarah," I said in my most demure voice. " I have always wanted to fuck her long before I was age to do so and I would just adore having a lovely man like you bring us together for our first fuck."

As I spoke I brushed the chiffon layers of my dress against his dick just to keep him interested and nice and hard.

"You sexy beauty," he cried as he took up my suggestion. Sarah joined in.

"Jeremy, if you want to see her being really sexy you ought to see her as a bride. I saw her last night and Roberta looked absolutely stunning."

I gasped as I slipped in to Sarah with relative ease and still held onto Jeremy's cock. Sarah clasped her legs around me and held me tight.

"How does it feel big boy?" she asked. How does it feel to be fucking me after all this time, am I up to your expectations?"

I thrust into her and began pounding deeper and deeper into her, causing her to draw breath as I did so. I kept the momentum going as I gave her the fucking I had always imagined giving her, her voice trembling as she tried to speak.

"You know you are rather special to me," she paused and then continued, "So special that you are the first to fuck me for months without a condom."

Jeremy left the room. He had returned to the car to put off the lights. In his excitement he had left the headlights ablaze. He also retrieved some gel at the same time which he readily applied to my boy pussy, a finger slipping the cold lubricant into me in readiness. I watched him slip on his condom and use the fabric of my dress to get himself fully hard again before he opened my thighs as I leaned across the table on top of Sarah. She held me tight as I felt the tip of his cock enter me. He was nowhere near as big as John but I still felt pain as he drove deeper into me.

"Relax sweetheart, let Jeremy work himself into you. Just think of being his kinky bride sometime, being my kinky bride too, both of us fucking your sweet little boy pussy." As she spoke the pain subsided a little as Jeremy began to fuck me but I continued to gasp and grunt and make noises with each thrust that he made. 

"Let him do the fucking darling. Let him choose the pace and see if he can fuck us both at once."

Jeremy gradually increased the pace and I felt myself thrusting into Sarah who was really loving the kinky scene. I was sweating even though the night air had turned a little cooler but I was really enjoying being fucked more than I had the night before. Jeremy was more loving than John had been and being in Sarah at the same time was so wonderful. We were really having a great fuck and I could feel him getting close to orgasm.

"Please don't cum in me Jeremy," I stuttered, "I want to taste your cum and share it with Sarah."

He seemed to understand my request and soon after in a hail of fuck words and deep breathing he pulled out of me with a plop and removed his condom before climbing onto the edge of the table to kneel before me. Greedily I grabbed his cock first and began sucking him, the salty taste of his seeping cum mixing with the strawberry flavour of the condom he had just removed. Sarah lifted her head and joined me licking at his shaft from below as I did it from above. He was in heaven, loving every second of our attention, crying out he was about to cum.

The first salvo hit me on the chin and ricocheted into the face of Sarah. I caught the second directly in my mouth and then offered his spurting cock to Sarah for a mouthful. Jeremy went delirious with excitement when he saw me lick his cum from Sarah's face and then kiss her full on the lips as we swallowed it between us. He had never ever been with two such kinky people.

He paid us well too, insisting on paying for both of us rather than the original two for one offer he had been given.

"Don't tell John I paid you twice," he said as he dropped us off at the mesh gate. I asked Sarah what he meant and discovered something new about my new sex life. John was now my pimp. He was a pimp for Sarah, for four other girls in another part of the city, for his two video porn stars Jodie and Julie and now me. He would be taking half the cash Sarah and I had earned.

Back at Margaret and John's, Sarah and I showered together and finished our fuck. I was a boy again and we ended up doing it doggy style as Sarah leaned on the edge of the bath "Who's a kinky little girl then," was the way John greeted me as I emerged with Sarah from the shower.

I thought he was referring to my state of undress, dangling dick and swollen false breasts but it was better than that. He took me aside.

"You've been a big hit with your very first client – you have another date with Jeremy next Friday – by yourself."

The stunned look on my face was enough.



The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 09



Dear Friends,

A MESSAGE FIRST.

I am submitting a further chapter in the series The Virgin Tranny and the Bride. However I am concerned that I may be doing something wrong at this stage which is preventing these articles from registering in the Top 500 chart despite a number of votes and a high rating. Perhaps it is me, or perhaps there is a technical problem which is generating false ratings and figures and that in truth there is not the interest in these confessions as we initially thought.

Chapter 7 was high in the chart one morning and completely disappeared the next and has never been seen since. Chapter 8 has never featured at all.

Having seen the approval of previous chapters by reaching the top of the chart we would appreciate your report back with regard to this enquiry.

Many thanks,

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Roberta is a gorgeous pre-op trans-sexual who has been describing her life to me for some time now, from her initial inquisitiveness as a schoolboy, her fancy for a neighbour and her panties and petticoats, her eventual seduction, to the present day. Currently she is in California visiting her parents who have emigrated and set up a business. They really wish that their son Robert would get more involved and join them in the USA. During her current visit Roberta has appointments for consultation with regard to forthcoming plastic surgery and breast implantation, all arranged by John, the husband of Roberta's seducer and who is heavily involved with the sex industry in Europe.

Before Roberta left she sent me more episodes from her sexual adventures which she hopes you are still enjoying and continues telling us about Jeremy, a new love in her very full sex life 

The following Friday I met up with Jeremy again for an absolutely fabulous night.

However, my week began by bunking off college for a couple of days to improve my feminisation and especially my public performance, all assisted by Margaret. I applied my own make up and boobs and wig as Margaret selected my clothing from her vast wardrobe, the customary stockings, tan this time with a red suspender belt and a tiny red satin thong.

"I think we may have to purchase something to keep that excited clitty of yours under control and out of the way," she said as the satin teased my boy clit to attention and then wrestled with it as she tucked it in as best possible.

I slipped on the red satin and lace bra and tucked my titties in. Then came the gorgeous matching full-length slip, wow!!, before I eased into the plain white satin blouse and then into the knee length, pencil thin, camel coloured skirt. The skirt was another way of training me to take smaller steps and so too were the 4 inch heeled shoes. Margaret completed my dressing with a pair of her clip on earrings, a bracelet and her brown leather jacket with the fur collar. 

By Tuesday afternoon I was wearing a skimpy denim kilt that barely covered my white satin panties, white boots and a gorgeous soft pink alpaca jersey and white leather jacket as we walked through the city centre in time to meet my fellow scholars as they left the college for home. I was on my own and it was a test that had me constantly quivering as I tried hard not to recognise any one approaching as I walked towards them. Some people looked at me, admiring glances I hoped. The looks I got from guys, whom I sat beside each day, were incredible and at least three made a pass at me. Even the girls seemed interested but I was truly glad I didn't meet Adele.

Eventually Margaret made up on me and directed me into the alley in which I had been meeting her most days at lunchtime to prove I was still wearing my girly underwear. I was bubbling with joy and as soon as we turned the corner we began kissing, two lesbians in love because I really felt I had also turned the corner in my life and was now much more a girl than a boy. However Margaret also liked me as a boy, or one part of me as a boy and she took photographs of me as I raised my little skirt just a few inches to reveal my bulging white panties. Eventually I slipped them down to my knees, and showed her my sissy cock as I stood against the wall as she photographed me and the people passing by the entrance to the alley about twenty feet away.

"Suck me Margaret, please suck me darling," I begged of her as I jerked at my clit with my right hand and held my skirt aloft with the left.

"I just want to fuck you right here and now," I exploded, my excitement at being so feminine and that I was not recognised, requiring some kind of celebration.

"Take a few pictures of me first and then we will go home and fuck all night," she said conceding a little to my request.

We swapped places and I took a few shots of her in her long coat and then sharply she flashed open to reveal her completely naked body. She was wearing the long coat and a pair of knee length black boots – nothing else.

"I just love being outside in public with nothing on," she enthused as she slipped off the coat. "Someday soon we are both going to do this, naked sisters, me and my shemale sister," she continued passionately as she leaned against the wall with her legs astride and pushed her bum into the lens of the camera as I looked up onto the pulsating pink lips of her shaven pussy. I kissed them, pulling my tongue back from them into the crevasse of her ass which I automatically began to lick for a few seconds. I stood up, my panties still at my knees, the hem of my skirt resting on my solid erection as I decided I want to fuck her ass for the first time, but she stopped me, sighting the danger of being caught as her reason.

We tidied our clothing and joined the crowd as we made our way through the precinct to the station. I linked her, my big sister, and we laughed and joked at what we had been doing so close to all these people.

Then suddenly, my joy turned to anguish. There in front of us was Adele. I recognised the long blonde hair, the college uniform, her short skirt and gorgeous legs. I steered Margaret towards a store window and was even more shocked to see Adele's reflection in the window as she watched us. We went inside, I looked back and she was still watching. Thankfully it was a large store and with more than one exit we managed to escape her gaze. My joy had been short lived.

Next day I was dreading meeting Adele at lunchtime as I had so often done. She was pleased to see me, wondering where I had been for the last two days. I told her I had been ill, but not as ill as I felt at that moment as she placed her hand on my thigh to feel my suspender belt.

"Still keeping it a secret then," she teased. "I'd love to see you in them," she continued. "We could make comparisons," and she raised the hem of her skirt to give me a glimpse of her black stockings clasped to the strap of a purple suspender belt.

I looked at her, shocked. Then she changed the subject.

"Remember the party I invited you to – well it's cancelled." She paused to gauge my reaction but I was still dazed at the thought that she might know about my 'other life'. I want you to come with me to a wedding instead, my sister Leah's. She has brought it forward because she is going to Australia for six months and thought it would be nice to have it as part of her honeymoon too.

I sat there open mouthed and had a flashback to the bridal store where I had seen her at the weekend. I nearly said that I thought she was because I had seen her. Adele carried on.

"I'm the chief bridesmaid and I want you to be my partner for the day. I know you will have to wear a suit but will that be all right? Would you prefer to wear something different?"

She left the question hanging. I was flummoxed. What exactly was she meaning? Somehow I summoned up the courage to ask what she had in mind.

"Well the main party is wearing tails," she explained with a little grin on her face, and I'm not sure if that will be necessary for you as my partner, if you accept of course." She broke off to judge my reaction again and then placed her hand on my leg again.

"Please come with me. You are the only boy I want to be with and I know we will have a fantastic time." The she leaned over and whispered to me. "I also want you to wear the same underwear as me on the day – white stockings and suspenders. Remember your secret is safe with me – for the time being," she added as she rose to her feet. We parted and I really felt ill - I could have gone home sick, but I was just back to college. Immediately I got home and changed into my girly school uniform for the security camera to record my homecoming, I told Margaret about Adele. She was delighted but she also had a shock for me.

"Adele knows a lot more of your secret than you would like her to know. She knows about you – in fact she knows about us."

I was shaking with worry as she led me through to the computer.

"I downloaded the photos from yesterday," Margaret began. "Look what I didn't notice at the time." Onto the screen came my shemale self, a vision of loveliness, even if I say it myself, holding my stiff shaft towards the camera as I begged Margaret to let me fuck her. Then the next shot was similar, except for one thing – Adele was in the shot too, standing at the end of the alley watching Margaret taking my photos. The next one she was in the alley listening. How Margaret had missed her she doesn't know, the concentration on the new camera possibly taking her full attention.

We sat down, gutted. What should have been a time of happiness as I progressed with my feminisation was now deep in gloom. The big worry was more John finding out about us being discovered than Adele now knowing full well that I was a transvestite.

Friday night arrived and I was feeling much happier. Adele had kissed me when I said I would go to the wedding with her and she never mentioned anything about seeing me on the street.

Jeremy picked me up from the house and had me do a little twirl for him when he saw the mass of petticoats under my new sissy dress that Margaret and John had bought on E-bay for me. They were all pushing out of the front of my long coat. Margaret had brushed my hair into a lovely ponytail and I felt just like one of the girls from the movie Grease as my dress and petticoats sprung around when I walked and when I sat into the front of the car.

He stopped the car just after the barrier.

"I want to take you somewhere really special tonight but I need to have your word of honour that you will say nothing, not even to Margaret and John, before I do. If they ask, you can tell them we went into the woods."

I agreed I would keep our evening a secret and he smiled from ear to ear as he brushed his hand up over my petticoats and left them all frothed up over the dashboard.

Jeremy wouldn't tell me where we were going but we turned towards the city and soon we drove into a private car park at the rear of the shopping precinct. Jeremy ran back to close the gate as I pondered exactly where we were. He returned and assisted me from the car removing my coat and admiring my petticoat filled dress.

"You look absolutely fantastic, a stunning teenage girl and I just adore frilly petticoats," he exalted as he had me do a couple of spin turns. 

I was still uncertain about where we were but my heart was beating fast as he led me into a narrow lane which was closed off with a gate at the end. Suddenly I realised how sexy I felt, the restraints of my coat now gone and my short dress and petticoats swishing and swaying as I linked Jeremy. We arrived at a door which he unlocked as I excitedly frothed up my dress again. I was apprehensive as well as excited and playing with my petticoats helped.

Once inside he led me up a few flights of stairs with only the emergency lights providing illumination. In through another door and I soon realised we were in a shop, once again our only source of light coming from the emergency lights but I could see all the ladies clothing hanging on rails as he led me by the hand to another door. He reached inside and flicked on the light and then turned to me. 

"Are you ready sweetheart? I told you it was going to a special night."

At that he held open the door and I stepped into an Aladins cave of bridal gowns, everything a bride to be required. I trembled as I looked around in stunned silence and then gradually realised I had been here before – it was the same place I'd had photos taken with Jodie playing with my boy clit and where I had seen Adele and her sister Leah only a week before.

"Jeremy, this is magnificent," I gasped, my eyes wide open. "But how?" I continued.

He was already anticipating that question.

"Because I am the manager of this store and that is why I want you to be absolutely confidential about us being here tonight or any other night in the future. I want you to be my bride and have sex with me in the most unusual place for a man and his transvestite lover. This is unique and I want it to remain that way for us."

"Can I try on the gowns?" 

"There are certain ones that you can't but there are hundreds from which you can choose your own special five and I will pay for one of them and all the underwear and petticoats for you to take away for some fun at my country cottage. The other we will leave here for our nights of love making in front of all the mirrors." 

Then I made a confession in my excitement.

"I've been here before, only last week," I blurted out.

"I know, believe it or not it was for my benefit, to see if you were the tranny for me. I helped set it up with John who was offering me his latest gorgeous girl. I watched you all the time and was most impressed. I've seen the photos of you showing the girls your cock because I switched off the security cameras to allow it to happen. I wanted to see how daring you actually are. I had heard you were very daring and I really believe that."

There was a long pause and I looked up into his face. I kissed him on the cheek and as our eyes continued to lock together I pulled his head towards me and kissed him fully on the lips.

"Strip me darling," he gasped as we broke apart. "I love wandering around in here naked but tonight is going to very, very special with such a gorgeous girl for company.

Without hesitation I helped slip off his clothes and got quite a shock to discover he was wearing ladies sexy underwear too.

"Maybe we can be lesbian brides," he suggested as I held his swollen dick in my hand. It seemed much bigger than it had been the week before.

I dropped to my knees to confirm his suggestion and began to lick his shaft starting at his testicles and then running my tongue upwards and into the slit on the swollen head but refusing to take him into my mouth just yet.

"Do you want me Jeremy?" I began teasing him brushing the top layer of my petticoats and the satin of my dress up between his stocking-covered legs. "Do you want me to be your sexy bride sweetheart, to fuck me in my gorgeous bridal gown, to push this delicious dick into my tight boy pussy, to make me scream as you fuck me harder and harder until I beg you to let me have your baby."

I could already taste his pre cum as he breathed heavily above me crying out yes to all my suggestions. I gradually eased off somewhat pleased at the reaction I had gained from my new and very important lover. 

A bride to be never goes shopping for her dream gown in the presence of her husband to be, so a naked Jeremy and a young girl in her frilly dress would be impossible. However, that was how it was for Jeremy and I as I viewed gown after gown, sensational satin, outstanding organza, voluptuous voile and teasing tulle. I watched how his cock stood erect as it brushed against the materials and bounced around in front of him as he excitedly showed off the vast array of gowns which, unfortunately, were new and not for my use. 

Instead he took me by the hand again and led me into the fitting area, a huge mirror on the wall, petticoats by the dozen and veils too. I watched the unusual scene, our reflection in the mirror, and stopped him to have a look. I held his cock in my left hand, and with my right, wrestled my pink and white mass upwards to display my own, which was also standing to attention, a combination of viewing so many bridal gowns and my own petticoats brushing over it as we walked around. I was surprised when Jeremy dropped to his knees and began to devour my clit as we both watched his performance in the mirror.

In a room beyond the fitting room were even more gowns, old stock, redundant styles, former hire gowns and all for me to try on now and in the future.

After some deliberation I selected a gorgeous tulle creation, My first attempt with a strapless dress, my thin frame tightly zipped into the rose decorated Basque like bodice, the wispy layers of the skirt floating around and trailing across the floor in a very short train as I felt and looked like a ballerina. 

I was anxious to see myself in the mirror and forgot about my veil as I walked into view with my naked lover. We kissed and I allowed his hand to wander under my gown to my boy pussy. I wanted him, and he was ready for me too. As he collected his condom from a nearby table I knelt onto the two backless seats which had been pushed together to make a small bed. I watched him slip on his condom and then tasted the banana flavour as I sucked him for a few moments. I then watched as he piled my new bridal gown onto my back as he exposed my pussy to the mirror. I was expecting him to apply some of the K-gel he had in his hand but was pleasantly surprised when he dropped to his knees behind me and began to lick at my pussy and suck on my clit. He licked greedily on my pussy, easing my buttocks apart, pushing his tongue into my opening slit, tasting my perfumed pussy in the process. Then I felt him insert one finger and then another each with an amount of gel. I watched as he finger fucked me before reaching for his stiff shaft and offer it to my awaiting anus.

I gasped out loudly as I felt the head enter me and was thankful that Jeremy stopped for a few seconds, concerned for my welfare as well as his own. I was a prostitute but he did have consideration for me and I was grateful. I motioned for him to continue and watched for as long as possible as he eased deeper and deeper into me.

I had to ask him to stop again, the pain too much to bear, my ass tight despite being fucked twice the week before.

"You need a butt plug baby to keep you nice and ready for fucking anytime," he commented as he gained momentum and I watched, for the first time, another man fucking me.

He kept going for ages, taking his dick out a number of times and tapping it on my buttocks in an effort to control his orgasm. I began to push myself against his shaft as he fucked me, willing to give him a great time in an effort to be invited back to this wonderful location at least one more time, as well as enjoy my new role as a shemale hooker.

Jeremy was loving it, and he told me time and again that I was a gorgeous little bride, a great fuck. Under my petticoats my own clit had shrunk and was flapping about with each thrust that he made, that is, until one time when he slipped out of me, he quickly removed his condom as he walked around to my head. He watched in the mirror as his little bride began to devour his cock but I was prevented from taking him all the way because he wanted to taste my cum. Delighted he was taking such an interest in me I gladly stood sideways to the mirror and watched as he helped me with the immense skirt of my gown and expose my rather tiny dick. He took the whole of me into his mouth immediately and soon had me back to an erection as we looked at each other lovingly. 

It was my turn to pay compliments to my lover.

"Suck me sweetheart. I love being your kinky bride and I want you to fuck me every night. I want you to be a bride too. I want to be your bride outside, to be fucked outside in the car park," I confessed as my orgasm grew until I erupted onto the face of my sucker.




The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 09



Jeremy loved it, his first time tasting cum as I splattered into his mouth and onto his face as well.

We changed places and in the process my personal kinkiness continued as I stopped and licked a lovely dollop of my cum from his chin and then kissed him fully on the lips. I managed to connect with his shaft amongst the layers of tulle and soon had him begging for me to suck him and let him taste his own cum. I obliged like a good girl and blew his cock and his mind as I had him spurt all over my face. I looked into the mirror and saw him watching me as I swallowed one salvo, and then allowed another to fire onto my neck and run down towards my tits before taking the next in the face after filling my mouth. He pulled me tight to him as we kissed and shared the taste of his cream.

"This has been the best night of my life," he admitted as he undressed me to protect my lovely dress from cum dribbling down my chest.

"I want you to teach me to be as daring as you darling. I'd love to fuck you over the bonnet of my car," he confessed as we held each other and watched.

I had to agree - I had loved the action too and looked forward to more.



The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 10



I'm sorry to say that this is the last episode in the series The Virgin Tranny and the Bride. It is far from being the final one but unfortunately Roberta has withdrawn the remaining story outlines and I had to fight to publish this one that I had completed on her behalf. The others I have had to email back to her. Why?

The trouble seems to stem from some technical problems at Literotica which have remained for a few months now, despite many requests. Roberta gave us (Literotica and myself) until the 1st of June to rectify the problem because she believes it is stopping the maximum number of readers from getting to her very sexy stories.

Alas it has not been done and so she thanks those who have been regular readers and hopes to find some other way to tell her life story.

As for me, that depends on the KBG (Kinky Brides Group). I would like to take a break but we shall have to wait and see. 

Thanks to you all.

Yano

*

I had no idea our next date would be so soon. Saturday night and I stepped out from the fitting room in a sea of sumptuous satin, waves of it upon a foundation of five tulle petticoats. It was an experiment to see how many petticoats I could get below a bridal gown.

"I've arranged with John to have a block booking with you on Friday and Saturday nights for the next two months," Jeremy explained after collecting me from the corner of the street. At his request I was wearing nothing under my coat except for the white stockings and suspenders that he had gifted me the night before as we left the store. On reaching the car park I slipped off my coat and stepped out to meet Jeremy as he returned from locking the gate. He loved my white knee length boots and thought I was extremely sexy walking about outside with nothing on. I didn't make him aware that I was so used to it but wanted to encourage him to do the same. However we went inside and I was thrilled to be naked and let loose in the bridal wear department.

During the following week I did some research on way home from college by paying a visit to the department store. One of my reasons for going was to see if Jeremy was about and if he recognised me as boy and the other – well I put it into practice the following Friday night.

I still met Margaret some lunch times but she found it less and less necessary to check up on me because I now loved wearing my sexy underwear at every opportunity. 

Adele continued to meet me in our quiet corner of the campus. Did I tell you that she wore spectacles? Maybe not but I'm sure I have never given the impression that I fancied her. Well - on Wednesday she arrived without them, having bought contact lenses especially for the forthcoming wedding photographs. I was stunned, she looked simply gorgeous and it crossed my mind that I would like to try and fuck her in the corner that we occupied. She was still interested in the underwear I was wearing and I chanced to pull down the waistband of my trousers and show her the bright red suspender belt I was wearing.

"Maybe you can show me more at the wedding," she suggestively suggested and gave me a nice wink.

I was certainly interested and answered, "Yes, perhaps I can."

She gave me the usual rub on my thigh as we rose to return to lectures.

Friday night came around and once again I chose to be naked under my long black coat. This time however, I selected the white ankle boots with the rose pattern that John had gifted to me a few weeks earlier. I'd now mastered the five-inch heels.

Jeremy was in a good mood and handed me a box once I was into the car. I opened it and sat open mouthed as I gazed at the most amazing veil and tiara within.

"For my teenage bride," he whispered, quite emotionally.

I knew he had been asking about my age because Margaret told me and so I discovered that he was more than twice my age, nearly forty to be exact. I didn't care. I was enjoying myself and so was Jeremy.

When he stepped out of the car in the car park to go back and lock the gate I got him to fix the cathedral length veil into my hair with the tiara. He admired me, kissed me and then lowered my veil over my face before turning to make for the gate. As he did so I slipped off my coat and quickly tippy toed behind him. As he reached the big metal gate I called softly to him.

"Wait for me honey."

He turned and looked and then stood mesmerised as I walked towards him with my boy clit in my hand.

"You really do like taking a risk," he acknowledged, more in admiration than scorn. 

I'd done my homework and had noticed the surrounding buildings were high but all bricks and no windows, the cinema, the nightclub round the corner in a disused cinema and an old warehouse. I had also noticed how quiet the street leading to the car park was and suggested he check it was clear and then stay and watch me as I walked out to be with him, my veil flung back off my face and trailing across the tarmac several feet behind me. Jeremy was stunned as he watched his boy bride serenely walk towards him. With each step I took, his head turned one way and then the other and then back to me until I was right out onto the street beside him.

"Wow, you are amazing," he confessed as I took him by the hand and drew him back into the car park. We kissed against the closed gate and then, as we entered the narrow lane leading to the back door of the store I stopped him.

"Who has the key to that gate," I asked pointing at the little gate which I now knew opened onto the main precinct.

"I do," he replied, asking why at the same time and then opening his eyes wide with disbelief as he suddenly realised my reason for asking in the first place.

"Not tonight sweetheart," he continued with a tremble in his voice. "It's much too busy with the Georgeous nightclub just around the corner. There are lots of gay boys and girls and all the luvvy people going there."

"Would you take me there sometime," I said chancing my luck a little as he brushed past me in the direction of the door.

"Why not? Yeah I'd love to take my young tranny there. I'd like to have a nice sexy night there if you promise not to leave me for some young buck. I'd like to see how all the pretty people react to a lot of gorgeous opposition," 

Retrieving my coat we went inside and then Jeremy stopped.

"I bet you think I'm a coward not letting you open the gate. Well I'm careful let us say but....I...would like....to go outside with you........ naked," he commented slowly, pondering every word, as he began to undress.

In actual fact I was thinking quite the contrary and that I was perhaps being too pushy.

Very gently Jeremy pushed open the door as I played with his enlarging penis. I had done this so many times before but there was a renewed sense of adventure being with someone stepping into the great outdoors for the first time completely naked.

His breathing was heavy, a combination of the adventure and my attention to his stiffening rod. I was encouraging him by playing with him, brushing his cock and his whole body with my veil, increasing his excitement, increasing his willingness to follow his naked lover.

Once into the lane I pulled him close and wrapped him in my veil, two kinky brides together. I put my finger to my lips to indicate silence and then led him towards the little gate over which we could here the footsteps of people passing by. We walked right up to it and listened. As we did so I dropped to my knees and placed my lips on the shaft in my hand. I looked up at Jeremy and winked. I could hear the heels of girls passing by, giggling, in high spirits and the occasional voices of two males. I sucked him for a few minutes and then rose beside him, clasping my penis in the same hand as his, holding our sex weapons together as I looked into his eyes.

"Roberta, this is fantastic," he whispered, his voice trembling, his eyes glazed.

"How many gay people will be passing us by as we stand here? How many will be having as gay a time as we are? I whispered to him as another giggle came from close proximity. "Do you want to make love to me Jeremy? I want to feel you pushing into my boy pussy," still cuddling into him, still holding his shaft against mine.

He thought for a few seconds.

"I have another idea," with an excited tone in his voice as he led me, this time, back to the shop. We closed the door behind us and then he set about fixing my veil, spreading it over the floor behind us before he opened the door to the ground floor shopping area. He linked me, the light above us, indicating the emergency door, the only light in the place.

"I love my kinky transvestite bride and we are going to make love in a place that will give us both the most amazing buzz," he quietly announced as he slipped my veil over my face.

I could already see his plan as we began to walk from near the back of the shop towards the front and the large glass doors, I'd thought of the same thing on my visit earlier in the week.

We followed the aisle, like a couple leaving our place of marriage, until we were around twenty feet from the door and suddenly a boy and girl were standing in front of us. Thankfully they didn't see us standing in the shadows but silently we watched them lean against the window, kissing and cuddling, their hands caressing each other in the doorway which was conveniently recessed from the street. Lots of people were milling about, making their way to and from the many nightclubs in the area.

My eyes grew accustomed to the darkness and I looked at the grey figure beside me. I could see Jeremy's rod standing proud, just like my own, and as he watched the outside world I began to gently fondle him with the lace trim of my veil. Within minutes I was on my knees before him. He turned sideways offering me the opportunity to glance at the near sex show on the opposite side of the glass from our own. I kissed his dick, sliding back the foreskin, licking around his big bulbous head, tasting his saltiness, taking a few seconds with my mouth and then another few as I masturbated him and watched the girl making all the advances on the boy outside, just like us really. 

My veil kept dropping forward as I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, drawing into my mouth and then licking him, tickling his testicles with my veil cupped in my hand like a little net nest, drawing gasps of pleasure from him and short phrases of appreciation.

"Sweetheart, this is incredible," whispering just in case he may be heard through the wide glass door. "Throb my knob," a phrase he used regularly as I created an amazing throbbing sensation in his penis.

I glanced outside as I licked him and on numerous occasions watched lots of scantily clad girls passing the sexy couple, watching them as they passed, looking as if they were also watching Jeremy and I as we performed an alternative sex show.

Then Jeremy offered the same to me and as we changed places we stepped a few feet further forward and into the shadow of a large wardrobe as we were in the furniture department. Very romantically he spread my long veil out in front of me, tumbling from my tiara over my back and around me ankles to the floor. Just then the couple moved and we froze, very wary that they may press their faces against the door and look in. We were unsure if we would be seen. There was one amusing moment when the girl decided to check her hair in the reflection provided by the door. Inside, just a few feet in front of her, a naked man and his naked transvestite bride gently masturbated each other as they admired her beautiful face. 

Jeremy followed my lead and used my veil to great effect as he sucked on my boy clit, very quickly raising my excitement level to fever pitch. John had always refused to suck me although I had always obliged for him, so Jeremy was giving me my first blow job by a man as I watched lots of pretty boys and pretty girls. He just kept going, sucking and tossing on me, wrapping my clit in my veil teasing my clit by brushing the lace edge over my clit as he rested for a few moments before resuming. Two girls stopped in the doorway to await their friends. One had a very short white dress on. I wanted to wear it. 

"I want to wear you dress honey. Turn around darling. I'm a kinky bride and I need your gorgeous little dress to cover my big clit. Watch me honey, watch me being sucked off by my kinky man. Take your dress off and come and watch us. Watch me cum all over his face."

I was trying hard to keep control as Jeremy sucked greedily on me. Then he joined in.

"I'm going to fuck my tranny bride baby. I want you to be her bridesmaid and help push my dick into her gorgeous little pussy. Turn around sweetheart."

Well – didn't she do just that and, on seeing her reflection, began to adjust her dress which for a second, looked as if she was taking it off. It was the same second in which I erupted. I looked into her eyes for a few seconds, as Jeremy steered my spurting clit in the direction of his face and mouth, until my eyes closed in pure ecstasy, my orgasmic cries compressed within my veil which I brought up to my face. I opened an eye as my body rocked with pleasure. The girl was still there, still looking in the doorway, still watching as I emptied my cock onto Jeremy's face. He was no longer able to see, my cum filling his eyes, dribbling towards his ears, seeping from his mouth as he tried hard to emulate my own actions and drink down his lovers cream. We kissed, my customary service of sharing my cum with my partner now embedded in me thanks to the training by John and Margaret, as I scooped up my spunk with my tongue. 

"I'm very glad we got the mirrored glass for our windows and doors. Not only does it help keep the sunlight from the furniture but it also protects us two when making love in such a public way," Jeremy chortled before we went up to his office to await the time for the nightclub to come out.

"Some must have sex in our doorway," he revealed, "because it is not unusual to find a condom at the door at some point over the weekend."

Excitedly, that set my mind thinking of Jeremy and I having sex on one side of the door as another couple did it outside as we watched them. 



The Virgin Tranny & the Bride



“How do you feel sweetheart?”

“Excited,” I replied my voice trembling to confirm just that. “This is so special Margaret being here with you. I sometimes think I am dreaming.”

“It’s very special for me too my darling. You are very special to me. You excite me like nobody else has. I have always wanted to have oral sex and you are so willing to please me no matter where we are. That excites me too, going outside as we do with next to nothing on, having sex with people passing so nearby. It’s so daring and now I want to repay that favour. You love wearing my frilly underwear, and I want to see you wearing all of my clothes, so I want you to wear my ultimate frilly gown – my wedding gown.”

We looked into each other’s eyes again as we confessed how we felt about each other. I also think Margaret was playing for time, letting my excitement subdue just slightly so that I didn’t make a premature mess of her gown.

“I feel so naughty, so promiscuous, so very sexy lying here in my bridal gown with you so naked beside me, my birthday boy virgin.”

However, that was about to change. As she spoke Margaret unveiled her pussy and slid down the bed so that her gown rode higher up her body and I had clear access to her gorgeous bulging lips. I was surrounded by a mass of sexy white fabric. I tried to concentrate and never said a word as I tried hard to remember all that she had asked me to do. 

I dropped my head between her legs and kissed those juicy lips, easing my tongue between them, lapping up the cum already oozing from my sexy bride. I heard Margaret give a gasp of pleasure. I looked up but she had disappeared behind a huge wall of satin and net. I eased one finger and then another into her, my tongue still gently caressing her lips, my fingers deep into her hot steaming love hole. 

“I want you darling,” she gasped. “I want to feel you in me, I want your cock in me.”

Her legs were wider than ever as she pushed her pussy into my face. She was ready and I was ready. I positioned myself on all fours above her, her bridal gown pressing against me as I looked down on this stunning vision in white. Margaret wanted to steer my cock into her and found my erection with her right hand. I divided my attention between watching her stunning face through her veil, her eyes slightly closed as she smiled at me, and then just managed, with so much satin and net around, to see the tip of my cock slip between her lips. I was in. I was fucking the sexy bride.

We gasped in harmony the deeper I eased into her.

“This is wonderful Margaret. You are fantastic. I love you, I really love,” I just managed to say. She was equally complimentary and called me her ‘stunning teenage tranny’. I had no idea what she meant at that time as she twanged my suspender belt against my leg to make me take a rest

I opened my eyes and looked down on my kinky bride again. I could see a huge smile on her face.

“Happy birthday sexy boy, you may unveil your kinky bride and kiss her now.”

I did just that, flinging her veil up onto the pillow.

“I love you,” she whispered just before we kissed, my tongue as deep into her mouth as my cock was in her cunny.

“Don’t ever leave me, please,” she went on. “We can have lots of sexy fun together. I can dress you up - make you my sister even. I want to have sex in the lane up against the wall or at the mesh gate with Sarah watching us. I want to take you out into the forests. We can go for long walks in the sunshine wearing only our sexy underwear. We can take petticoats and you can take my bridal gown if you want.”

I just nodded and only managed a solitary “Yeah,” in reply. Margaret was riding me from below our gaze transfixed on each other as my momentum grew. She threw yards and yards of her bridal gown over me, and then her legs too. We were really fucking now.

I was bucking right into her for only a few minutes. She kept telling me it was great and how she wanted to do this outside on the street, she was my whore and wanted to wear sexy dresses and go out with me. Then I erupted as she planted another thought into my head. It was too much - the thought of a late night stroll along the beach both of us in petticoat filled dresses - and I cannoned my first orgasm into this wonderful woman.

“ I want to do it please Margaret. I want to do anything you want me to do. I want to go for a walk in your brid…al gow…n.”

We just kept kissing as my hot cream emptied into her. She wanted every last drop before we dozed off in each other’s arms. 

Margaret was as true as her word and, one hour or so later, and after a shower, we stood in front of the mirror redressing in our stockings and suspenders.

As I still fidgeted with the last two straps to my stockings Margaret left the room and returned to find me standing to attention once again.

“I know it is your birthday and I have already given you a gift but I also want to give you this as a big thank you.”

She handed me a parcel which I immediately unwrapped to find my very own white petticoat. I shook with emotion as I held it against me, the ruffled hem playing against my erection, three layers of tulle, edged with satin ribbon and enhanced with the occasional tiny pink bow.

“Put it on Honey, I want you to wear under your bridal gown.”

I stepped into the stretchy waistband and drew the sensational garment up around my waist, the exceedingly short length highlighted by the inability to fully cover my buttocks, my erection embedded in the ruffles when Margaret made the adjustment for me.

“I want you to wear it like that so that it will keep you beautifully aroused and ready for me whenever we are together.”

“I’m always aroused by you Margaret because you are so beautiful and so sexy too.”

Her reply was to pick up a bridal petticoat and hold it open for me to step into.

“C’mon sexy, let me make you into a stunning transvestite bride.”

I had no idea what she meant and she had to explain transvestite to me.

“You are a very lucky ‘girl’ getting to wear the ultimate gown on your first night. How many other trannies do you think will have encouragement from the bride to wear her gown?”

I had no idea, I thought I was really alone in the pleasures I found in wearing Margaret’s underwear. It was my secret way of getting close to a woman I fancied. Would other boys be doing the same in other parts of the World and would they have such a gorgeous person helping to make their dream come true as Margaret adjusted my tiny petticoat into the big one and then fastened the ties around me.

Another petticoat was lowered over my head, a much bulkier one, a gigantic version of my mini one and which Margaret smoothed over the top of the first.

There was no time for makeup but she promised that I would need some when we went out shopping together.

My heart was fluttering something amazing when I dropped to my knees on the floor, the petticoats spreading out all around me, my own one adding to the tremors of sheer pleasure I was receiving as it continued to caress my very stiff dick. I watched as my naked lover picked up her wedding gown, my emotions growing even higher as she approached me. I looked at her, one of my ‘I love you’ smiles. I was shaking like a leaf. She smiled too, a nervous smile as she arranged the layers of underskirts attached to the gown, the crisp rustling sound as net and tulle and satin and lace oscillated before me. Margaret stepped forward and then it happened.

A little later on Margaret confessed it had been her idea to perform some kind of sexy ceremony as she lowered my first dress over my head, especially with a dress so special. But she too was feeling the emotions of the occasion, excitement, sexiness, daring and guilt too. Yes guilt, but only for a few minutes as she adjusted the underskirts and made ready the gown, as she wondered if she was going too far encouraging a teenager to become a transvestite in return for her sexual desires. She thought of the ‘girls’ she and her husband John had met on a visit to Holland and how John seemed to be attracted to the blonde with the short skirt. She thought about John, but only for a few seconds, of his misdemeanours and the real reason for doing this. Then she looked at me in her bridal petticoats, so demure, trembling in anticipation of becoming a bride and how disappointed I might be if she changed her mind. She loved our sexual relationship, my willingness to satisfy her, anywhere and in anyway she asked and how John had refused her greatest desire to use his mouth on her. She looked again at me and her decision was made – I would be her tranny bride - at least once.

I raised my arms above my head and looked up to see the gown coming towards me, the lace edged trim brushing my face, then my shoulders and then the voluminous skirt as Margaret eased it downwards over my body. As my head emerged again I looked down at he massive expanse of shimmering satin filling the room around me. Margaret eased it to my waist, her pussy so close to my mouth that I kissed it, much to her delight before she began to raise the gown around me and envelope me in such splendoir. She slipped my arms into the short ruffled sleeves and then helped me to stand up.

What a moment, the crescendo of all those layers, the movement of this mass around my hips and my tiny petticoat keeping my rod thick and straight below all of it. These are some of the most unforgettable memories of becoming a bride for the first time.

Margaret busied herself pulling at the skirts, distributing them over the petticoats until they all lay nice and straight. Then she fastened me in, slowly the long zipper encasing my body in shimmering satin. As Margaret arranged and attached the train I ran my hands over my torso and onto the springing skirts, they moved and rocked on my hips with the slightest of touches. I felt light headed as I looked down at the sparkling sequins which adorned the bodice and the skirts and to my naked dresser once more on her knees before me, pushing her arms up between the gown and petticoats to make another adjustment. 

“Mmmm, this is a lovely sensation,” she admitted as she disappeared up to the shoulders in tulle and satin. “Just wait until you get the veil on and then get to see yourself in the mirror. You look fantastic but I think it is brilliant that I can still see you as my kinky lover boy because you have no make up or wig on. Someday you will, however, I promise.”

I could barely reply, my voice quite weak for some reason. I whispered.

“This is such a thrill. I feel superb Margaret. How can any other birthday be better than this? 

She smiled and blew me a kiss a she lifted the veil and headdress from the bed. It was long, very long as she held it by the plastic comb and went behind me. My hair was fairly thick and quite long and made it easier to attach with that aid of grips. Then she dropped the first layer over my face. I gulped, I gasped and then came the second layer, quickly followed by the third. Like being enveloped in a sudden mist the room began to disappear, it really was fantastic but Margaret reduced the veil to just one layer and then applied the sparkling headdress and pinned it into my hair. I was ready.

“My transvestite lover, my transvestite bride, so gorgeous – I just love doing this to you.”

As she talked Margaret slowly opened the doors of her wardrobe. Lots of petticoats and satin skirts for her rock n roll nights and then – suddenly - I saw the stunning looking bride – ME - in the mirrors on the doors.

I gazed in silence, I was choking back the tears of joy as I continued to absorb the beautiful vision before me. The beauty increased when my naked Margaret came to my side. What a sight to behold, the roles reversed completely, my male body immersed and surrounded by layer upon layer of the sexiest feminine fabrics and the real bride by my side in only her stockings and suspender belt.

I took another deep breath in an attempt to compose myself.

“I know you feel wonderful under there but, from here, you also look superb.”

Her arm was around me, she could see I was so emotional.

“Next time we’ll do a little make up and I’m going to get you a bra. I thought the bodice might be a little tight but I can make you more ladylike with your own breasts and bra. I really wish I had a camera, one of those Polaroid type to capture all of our sexy moments, but especially this one.”

*****She paused for a few moments and we looked at each other in the mirror. I gazed in awe at myself, the mass of my veil thrown back over my head and yet a layer still covering my face.

“Margaret,” I cleared my throat and began again still with a tremble in my voice.

“Margaret, how will I ever be able to repay you for this. I really do feel like a girl, the luckiest girl in the whole world. Being a bride on my birthday, having sex with a bride, a real bride, a bride I wish I could marry because I love you so much. This has been a fantastic day.”

“And it’s not finished yet because I want you to come outside with me. This is my way of thanking you for what you have done for me over the past few nights. I have always wanted to have my pussy licked, to have my partner make me orgasm with his tongue. I knew it would be a tremendous sensation and you have been so willing to do it at anytime, unlike some I know. I know you like being outside in my petticoats so why not in my bridal gown too?”

My first walk outside as a bride was something else, the swaying of the gown on my hips, the train creating a tugging sensation as it trailed across the floor behind me, the swishing sound of petticoats oscillating, my own tiny one moving with them and causing the most erotically sexy sensation in my loins.

At the door Margaret asked if I would like to go down the lane to see if Sarah was there.

That frightened me. There was no way I could turn and run with such a massive gown on and I didn’t want to get her gown dirty.

“Stop referring to it as my gown. You are the bride so it must be your gown. Now say something to confirm that you understand it is your gown, at least for tonight.”

“Margaret, I don’t want to go down the lane and get my bridal gown dirty but I would like to walk onto the street and just stand at the gate for a few minutes as if I am waiting on my wedding car. Sometime in the future, if you will allow me, I want to put on my bridal gown and walk to the mesh gate or even to the barrier at the main road. I would love to be there when some of the girls I know might be passing me in my bridal gown.”

“Fantastic, we can do all of those things but only when you have learned to walk like a lady. You are walking like a farmer at the moment.”

She was referring to my country upbringing, before we moved in next door, a time when I was a quiet living lad with little knowledge of sex. I was so reserved, until recently, that I had to look up the meaning of transvestite in the dictionary after Margaret had referred to me as her transvestite bride.

Margaret scooped up my train and followed me down the garden path, my fascination by the movement of my gown still intense.

At the gate I stopped and took another deep breath.

“I’m sure everything will be clear so walk over to the other side and stand under the light,” the very naked Margaret instructed from the end of my train some ten feet or so behind.

I looked out and then lifted my veil to look down the street a second time. It was, as usual, quite clear and so I took my first tentative steps as a tranny in public, albeit on a private street.

We walked to the other side to be under the rather weak light and where we could see the whole street, if we looked. I’d been here before in Margaret’s underwear and she had obviously watched me. 

“You gave me quite a show last time I saw you here,” she whispered, pointing to the upper window of her house as the location from where I had been studied. “Rubbing my panties into your face as you held my petticoat in front of you and bucked into it as if having sex with the person in it. I hope that was me you were thinking about and not your ‘special’ friend Sarah.”

I smiled and nodded. Margaret continued, still whispering.

“Could be rather difficult to do the same show tonight with such a large dress on. How…ever,” Margaret was thinking aloud and went on. “We…could have…real sex, if you like.”

She was looking around her all the time she spoke and then added.

“Against the garage door. I want to do it on the street. Hundreds of hookers have done it here over the years so why not us, why not me as the hooker with my very special punter in her bridal gown? If we were to be seen it would look like two lesbians but I really fancy fucking with my tranny bride on the street. I can help you raise the front of your gown and then get the sexy feeling you enjoy so much as you press your petticoats against my naked body. WOW!!! I like that idea.”

“You don’t want me to take the gown off?”

“Not likely, that will be half the fun, having sex with a gorgeous young man who is dressed in my very own bridal gown outdoors on the street. It’s so daring, we could be caught by anyone, my husband, your friend Sarah, the police even, not that they would come along here, with the barrier down they would have to get out of their cars and walk. Would it not be a thrill for you too having intercourse with the naked bride while you get to wear her gown? Just imagine, it could be my wedding night and I am here with my kinky lover doing this as the guests and my new husband are dancing and drinking inside. If you love me as much as you say, you’ll do it with me.”

“I’ll do it anywhere you want. You know I really love you Margaret. I’m still so stunned to be out here in this gorgeous gown and thought it might get dirty if I kept it on when we have sex.”

“You are so sweet, honey but I think I have the answer to that problem. Just wait there.”

Margaret left me and ran back into the garden. She was gone for a few minutes and it gave me time to reflect on what I was doing as I admired my gown under the street light, how the very full skirt accentuated my waistline and how mesmerised I was by the movement as I continued to caress my hands over and over it. Below, my dick was surrounded by petticoats but this time there was no way to get to it so my excitement continued for much longer than normal. 

Margaret returned with a couple of blankets and some old cardboard which she spread around the entrance to the garage.

“This is going to be fantastic,” she positively chortled when she came back to me and ushered me towards the blankets as she held my train once again.

Looking down the street as we crossed I checked again to see it was clear. It was, but at the same time, I would like to have been at the other end and look up the street to witness the bride and the naked woman crossing.

Once onto the cover Margaret dropped my train and then leaned against the garage door. She was rubbing herself.

“I feel very sexy and you know what I would like?”

I dropped to my knees my gown spilling and billowing out all around us as I directed my head and my already protruding tongue between her open legs. I was eager to satisfy this wonderful woman once more, so eager in fact that I forgot to raise my veil, which only added to the excitement given to Margaret as I licked her to an orgasm in only a few minutes. It was as well that we were performing at the end of a deserted cul-de-sac as her orgasm grew, her body forced against my mouth, my head held firmly in her hands, our uncontrollable lust for each other, her orgasmic cries joined by my own amidst a gigantic wave of white bridal gown.

“Ahh…I want you baby. I want to feel you deep inside me,” I heard her cry amongst the loud rustling noise of my dress, my right hand filled with my petticoats which I pushed upwards against her body and, unknown to me were driving her crazy as they teased around her nipples.




The Virgin Tranny & the Bride



“Make me cum darling, I’m your kinky whore. Make me cum and then fill me with yours. I want to feel the cock of my kinky bride spurting into me.”

Seconds later I was drinking her hot juices as greedily as ever, I loved her taste.

Then a few minutes later Margaret steered my erection from under all the layers into her pulsating pussy. She disappeared as she had me hold layer after layer until she found her way to my mini petticoat and my seeping cock. She sucked the pre cum from it and then manoeuvred me towards her. We coupled up. I gasped as I glided home and eventually found Margaret as we each adjusted the bridal gown. We gazed at each other and just stood there absorbing the pleasure we were receiving, kissing, tongues in each other’s throat but very little movement otherwise. My cock was fully into her and I took a few seconds to look around in the very dim light. I felt we were being watched but with the garage recessed off the street and a small bush overhanging from the garden I was only able to see a short distance into the darkened street. Was it my imagination or wishful thinking? There was no way I could describe what had happened to me on that birthday and have my friends believe me if it ever came to sexual boasts except by being caught.

I relaxed and began fucking Margaret caressing her naked body with my gown as I did so, just like she was doing to me.

“I’ve really enjoyed myself tonight. You have given me a new life and I want to do this again tomorrow night and the night after and the night after that too. I really mean it and really mean that you can wear any of my clothes that you like as a thank you.”

Margaret had to talk louder, the rustling noise of the gown increasing as I pumped into her. We began to talk over each other as my orgasm grew despite trying hard to hold it back. Margaret was telling me how much she loved me and I was telling her again how much I loved being her kinky bride. Then she erupted. I had made her orgasm before me. She began to give me orders.

“Cum now please, you must cum now. Fuck me, fuck me please. I’m your kinky bride and you must fuck me. I want your cum.” 

I began to jettison my cream into her as I clung on around her neck, my head buried in the hem of my bridal gown and petticoats, my breathing completely erratic as I tried to tell her how fantastic I felt as her transvestite bride.

My??th birthday had been most memorable.

Look back in a few weeks time and I will tell you how Robert and Margaret got caught.