The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 02
Keywords: Bride, 02, The, Virgin, Tranny, Ch., the, &,
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"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.
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Keywords: Bride, 02, The, Virgin, Tranny, Ch., the, &,