The Virgin Tranny & the Bride
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"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.
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