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In October 1997 while wading through a newsgroup I found a shard of a story called The Pinch Hit Bride. It was originally attributed to Miss Karen-Anne Brown. Much of the beginning was a mass of garbled text, big sections of the story seemed to be missing. As I read it, I saw something in that story. It seemed like a great skeleton to create something around, so I did. Flash forward to a few months ago. While poking around on Fictionmania I was reminded of the 'search by keyword function'. I wondered if there was a complete version of The Pinch Hit Bride. Yes there was! It was written by Miss Deborah (Debi) Leigh Johnson and posted to Fictionmania in April of 1998. I wondered if Miss Debi would let me submit my version of her story. Recently she said yes, what you are about to read is my version of her story. I hope you like it. Please look up the original story too, it's quite interesting to see where a story can go when written by two different people! The Pinch Hit Bride Redux Originally written by Miss Debi Leigh Johnson (When?) Edited and Re-written by Erica Wright 11/97 Let me give you some background information, I'm nineteen years old and until the following experience I thought I was straight. A transvestite for sure, but still straight. My twin sister was engaged to marry the sexiest and wealthiest guy in our small town. His family had bags of money. My bone-headed sister got busted for dope possession two nights before her wedding. With the amount she had there was no way to for my mother to bail her out in time. My mother, always looking to marry up, was willing to try anything to keep the wedding on. That's where I enter the story. I was the shy, slightly, effeminate twin brother who went away to college as soon as he could to escape the small town prison where I grew up. My mother had known about my crossdressing ever since she caught me dressed in my sisters cheerleading outfit when I was fourteen. She was happy I wasn't gay and even happier when I went away to college. (She always thought I would get caught by someone). With a quiet little conversation with her future son-in-law I was set-up to be the bride! I would take my sister's place for the ceremony, and then quickly disappear with my 'husband' only to have my sister take my place when she got out of jail. His parents were strict conservative born-again Christians and would be shattered if they knew their future daughter-in-law was even a recreational drug user. The morning of the wedding my mom wanted to help me get dressed, but I was too embarrassed to have her help me. I told her that I knew all about women's clothes and, I could get myself dressed. She told me to go and take a long bubble bath, and to make sure that I shaved all the hair from my body. While I did that, she would lay out my dress. I came back into Janet's room, totally naked from the bathroom. My mom, had, in the time I had taken my bath, not only laid out my wedding dress, but somehow had managed to get me breast forms. I tied the little waist nipper corset on, and sat on the vanity's chair to pull my white nylons on. I loved the feeling of wearing nylons. But I had never ever dreamed that my parents would see me wearing them. I tried hard not to think about what was coming later. I concentrated on getting dressed. I slid the lacy little bra up my arms and with practiced ease reached behind me to do the eye and hook. I knew from our secret races that I could put on a bra as fast as my sister. I inserted the heavy gel breast forms into my bra. I'd never worn these before. As I learned from Janet, I usually just stuffed my bra with two pairs of panties in each cup. The weight of the real breast forms was delightful. I loved the way it pulled on my bra straps. I dropped the white lacy camisole with loads and loads of delicate lace trim on it, over my head, It was hard to imagine my mother going through Janet's drawers and selecting some of the most feminine lingerie for her son to wear. But, I was putting on, what she had selected for me. The panties were a French style cut, matching the camisole slip, and bra. I slid the wispy delicate garment up my legs and adjusted the waist at the right place. Of course, I had a huge erection, that is, huge for me, but not big by normal standards, pressing at the front of the panties. It had always excited me so much to know I was wearing a real girl's panties. I loved the feeling. The lace trim went down below the tops of my nylons. Next came the full satin slip. It was so delightfully soft and smooth. It too slithered up over my smooth legs. I was almost wishing that I would never have to go back to wearing men's clothes again. The moment of truth, I raised the white long sleeved dress to my shoulders, worked my arms up through the sleeves, and raised it to drop it down over my head, enveloping me once again in that delightful sensation of feeling feminine. When we dressed as teenagers Janet used to call me Wendy, after her favorite doll. Once the dress was in place, I reached around and pulled the zipper up. I wrapped the satin sash around my waist and stepped into the white three-inch pumps. I sat at the vanity and, with the ease of many hours of practice had soon applied my make-up. I pulled my longish hair back and placed the lace head-dress in place. All that was left for me to do was to find the courage to walk down the stairs, and show my parents what I was really made of. I knew as soon as they saw me, that they would know that I had worn Janet's clothes many, many times before. At that point I didn't see any sense in trying to hide it. I felt it would go easier if they finally knew that I knew how to manage a feminine wardrobe, even if it did mean confessing my most secret thoughts to them. I sighed. I knew that if they really loved me, that they would forgive me for the past deception, and that they would accept me as I was. My hands were shaking as I went over to the bedroom door, and by sheer force of will, forced myself to turn it and to pull it open. I stepped out into the hallway before my courage deserted me, and made myself take each step, one at a time, to the head of the stairs, and then, shaking almost visibly from fear, I made myself take that first step down. It had never failed to please me to see a skirt rising and falling around my ankles as I walked. Thankfully, today was no exception. I watched my dress rise and fall with each step. I turned at the landing, and stared at the full-length mirror at the bottom of the stairs. It showed a graceful young woman descending. Janet had always been amazed at how graceful and lady-like I moved when I wore her clothes. I had always wondered about knowing that it was not an act. I was graceful when I wore her clothes. It was natural for me. But, now, it was my parent's turn to be amazed. I was acutely aware of the female clothing I had on, and, how it made me feel so completely at ease. I loved the sensation. I wished that my parents would make me be a woman from now on. I wished they would make me go back to school in the fall, as a woman. I wondered if I would have the courage to curtsy to them. All of my life I had dreamed of being in the situation where I was able to curtsy to them, now, I didn't know if I had the courage. I wanted to. I wanted them to know how feminine I really was. I took a very deep breath, at least as deep as my corset would allow me to, and I turned to the left at the foot of the stairs and entered the front sitting room. This was where they would probably be sitting. They were there. The look on their faces was one of utter amazement. I blushed bright red. I smiled nervously, and, some-what indelicately I reached for my dress hems, placed my left leg behind my right, and dipped in what I hoped was a dainty manner. It registered on their faces, almost immediately, that this could not be the first time I had ever curtsied. I had done it too well. I could see the realization as it slowly crossed their faces, that their son was quite used to being in girl's clothing, and that I was quite used to behaving like a real young lady would behave. I was now committed. I went over to the chair that was directly across the coffee table from the couch, and with a graceful sweep of my hands beneath me, I smoothed my dress out under me, and sat. I remembered to keep my calves and knees together. Janet had drilled it into me, by making me practice sitting in a girlish fashion, hundreds of times, 'till I was able to do it without thinking. Their eyes followed my every movement. There was disbelief, and there was amazement. My mom was the first to speak. "Wow, Dad, I think "she" might be able to pull it off after all. Can you believe how much she looks and acts just exactly like her sister? Why... they could be twin SISTERS..." "Yeah, and, I also can't help but notice how comfortable he is wearing a dress. This isn't your first time wearing a dress is it, son?" "No... " I managed to stammer out. "Care to tell me about it, son?" "Well, when we were young, you and mom worked all the time, leaving us with the baby sitter all day long. As long as we didn't make noise, the baby sitter didn't care what we did, and left us alone all day. Janet and I would play a game. In the game, I was her sister. So, whenever you guys weren't home, I would become... uh... I would become Wendy, Janet's sister." "I see. I can also see that you seem to like being... uh... Wendy... uh... Wendy did you say?" "Yes, Wendy." "Well, it sounds like we're part to blame in this. But we can't do anything about it now. I will say this to you, son, I deeply regret this turn in your life. But, if you feel more comfortable wearing girl's clothes, when this is over, you can move into Janet's room for the summer, if you like, and, we'll see how that goes... okay?" I stared at him. This didn't seem like the dad I was used to, but of course, I hadn't been a daughter before, either. I was unable to restrain myself. I flew out of the chair, and flung my arms around his neck and thanked him for what he had just said. It happened before I realized what I was doing, and, embarrassed, I apologized and went back to the chair where I had been seated. I could see that my actions had embarrassed him also. My mom was the one who saved the day for us. "The hair stylist will be here any minute... let's go upstairs JANET..." she helped me to my feet and we walked upstairs. An hour and a half later, my hair was piled up high on my head. It was drawn up tightly from the sides and the back, into a sort of very fancy, tightly curled ponytail on the top of my head. There were artful little strands loose at my forehead, in front of my ears, and at the back of the neck. When the stylist left, my mom beamed at how pretty I was looking, and helped me to put on the pearl choker and the pearl pendants in my ears. As I came down the stairs a second time, my dad had his camera ready to take pictures of Janet's wedding for her. I wondered if she would be jealous of me for being able to be the bride for her. I knew how much she had looked forward to this day, and, then, to be deprived of it. She must be really upset about it. Soon, we were in the garden, where I was about to be given away by my father, to a man, in marriage. To be honest, I was too scared to actually pay any attention to what was going on. I desperately hoped no one would guess what was really under my gown. I did remember though, looking at my new husband, and making a vow to honor him, to love him, and to obey him. When I vowed to obey him, a strange little glint came into his eye. It was fleeting, but, I had seen it. Then he took my hand and placed the wedding ring on it. I was a married woman. Then, came the part I had been dreading. "By the power vested in me by the state of Kansas, I now pronounce you to be man and wife. You may kiss the bride, sir." Keith turned to me and raised my face to him, with a finger under my chin. I knew that I had to do this right, and make every one think that this was the moment I had lived for. I raised my arms to his neck, and I smiled coyly at him, and I felt his strong arms gather me into his embrace. I closed my eyes and waited for his kiss. It came, and, so did another awareness with it. I felt his lips press on mine. But, I also felt his erection press against my belly. I was astounded. I was making Keith horny. I blushed with fear and shame, as my own cock sprang to life amidst the satins and silk of my underwear. I didn't want this. I wasn't queer. Neither was Keith. What was going on inside of us? Then I endured the long greeting line. All the ladies kissed me and congratulated me on getting one of the best catches in the county. I of course smiled and kept trying to move closer to Keith, to make it look like all I wanted to do was for him to get me away from there. Then came the long and drawn out banquet. Our meal must have been interrupted twenty times with the tinkling of cutlery on wine glasses, to signify that it was time for another kiss for the bride and the groom. Quickly, too quickly for my own comfort, I got used to feeling his lips on mine, and raising my arms to encircle his neck, in what every one would think was a loving embrace. Then came the dancing and the dancing and the dancing and the dancing. As the bride, I had to dance with nearly every man at the reception. Keith also made sure that I was supplied with a steadily full glass of white wine. I was feeling no pain, and enjoying every second of being the most honored person at a wedding. Finally, we were allowed to get away. My mom had already packed all the clothes that I would need for the honeymoon. They were all stowed in the trunk of the car already. Keith took me away. I wasn't able to hide the smile of happiness that was flooding through me. I envied women so very much. Once we were in the car, we kissed again, in a long embrace, so that the spectators could see that we were getting our marriage off to a good start. As I had my arms around his neck, my head pressed back against the seat of the car, my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his strong lips on mine, I nearly flipped, when, suddenly, I felt his tongue on my lips. I didn't know what to do. I slowly let my mouth open and he inserted his tongue. I knew then that I was in for some strange experiences. As I said earlier, I thought I knew that I wasn't gay, but, I couldn't argue with the raging hard-on in my panties, and, there was no denying that I liked the feel of his tongue probing my mouth. I let my tongue touch his, then, I began to suck his tongue. Gently at first and then with genuine excitement! Amazed and confused I felt like I loved Keith at that moment. The people closest to the car saw our kiss, and started to show their approval of what we were doing by clapping enthusiastically. Keith finally pulled away and with a barely noticed adjustment of the raging erection in his pants turned away and started the engine. He mumbled something like "Well that was interesting...." In half an hour, we arrived at the hotel we were to stay at for that night. The bellhops were very friendly and helped us with our luggage as they showed us to the honeymoon suite. Once we got inside, and the bellhops left us, we were alone. We were two men, well, one man that was visibly a man and another dressed in his sister's wedding dress. We just stood and looked at each other. "Hey, Janet, you... uh... you really liked it... the way I kissed you... in the car, eh?" "Well, what could I do. You were ramming your tongue down my throat. I had to open my mouth for you." "Yeah, I like the way you put that, but you were sucking it pretty hard too. Listen, I know that you're really a guy and all, but, shit, you know, all this kissing stuff, and how pretty and sexy you are, you know, it makes me really horny, you know?" As he was talking he was helping me to unzip my dress. Wherever his fingers touched my skin little electric shocks were zipping through me. Then he started to take his clothes off too. With my back to him, I stepped out of my petticoats, and was wearing only my teddy, stockings, high heels and my corset. Holding my wedding dress in front of me defensively I turned around. I wanted to hang my dress and petticoats up in the closet, hoping that my cock would soften during the stall tactic I saw him standing there, nude, with a full erection pointing right at me. "Oh..." "Yeah, I kind of thought you'd like that..." "I know I'm not gay, you too, right Keith?" "Hell, I'm not gay... But, I am so fucking horny, really horny for a sexy good looking babe standing there in front of me in some of the most sexy, beautiful lingerie that I have ever seen on a woman, and I really expected some sex tonight, your sister and I haven't done it for six months..." Nervous, I half-heartedly challenged him "How far do you think we're going to take this marriage thing, Keith?' "Hell, lets get some things straight, number one, you're the one in the women's clothes, not me, and I bet if you drop that dress your holding you'll have a raging hard-on too. This situation is too weird not to be exciting. Number two, I bet you're so turned on by wearing those pretty things, and getting married to a real man, that right now you're as horny for a husband as I am for a wife... Lastly, number three, your sister told me all about your BIG secret... now as far as your sister and I were concerned, you're not gay, but I've always wondered about straight guys who dress up in women's clothes... you mean you've never even thought about it... about being a woman with a man..." He actually knew my secret! I hated my sister right then, but she also had given me the possibility to live out my fantasies. I could do nothing else, except answer him by dropping the dress. My face burned with shame. I knew he was looking at my cock as it was pushing obscenely out against the front of my white satin teddy. He knew that I was excited. It was obvious to both of us... "You know what I could really use, new wife of mine...?" I looked at the floor, ashamed. I knew what he was going to say. I knew that because he was so big, and because I was the woman here, that I was going to do anything that he wanted me to. Worse, I knew I wanted to. "I'll tell you what I want. First, I want you to start answering to your name, Janet. Second, I want my special new wife to get acquainted with my big thick cock. I want her to suck it for a while. Then, later I want to tame her and break her in the way a wife should be broken on her wedding night. I want her on her back, spreading her sexy legs not only willingly, but hungrily, and I want to fuck her until I make her mine with a huge load of my hot sperm. You made a vow when I married you that you would obey me. Do you intend to obey me, Janet?" Shame coursed through me. Guilt tore at my psyche. My mouth was dry and my hands trembled. I was a man, but I was dressed in a bride's beautiful lingerie, and it was my wedding night - I was actually married to this handsome, tanned, muscular man. My family and friends had watched me marry Keith, I said yes to love and to obey. "Well, Darling, are you going to act just like a horny little wife for me tonight?" "Yes... " I managed somehow to get the words out. He grinned, "Good girl. Now I wont have to turn you over my knee and spank you 'till you obey me." I looked up at him, startled. I knew that he would do that, if he thought I needed it. I also knew that there was absolutely nothing that I could do about it either. I also knew I secretly wanted it. "Now, I want you to prove to me that you love me the way a new wife should love her new husband." "What do you want me to do, Keith?" "I want you to crawl over here, and while kneeling down in front of me. I want you to kiss my cock. Then, I want you to suck it. Can you do that, Janet?" My face flushed with the deep shame I was feeling. I was ashamed of my feelings, because, I really wanted to do this. This was so wrong, yet, I wanted to do everything for the man I had just married. "Well, Janet, your husband awaits the attention of his wife." I slowly stepped over the pile of my castoff clothes and took the five or six steps over to where he was standing. I stood there, feeling so weak and in his control. I flushed, because I loved the feeling. I looked up at his eyes, then over his tanned muscular body and down at his cock. Very slowly, I allowed my knees to bend until I could feel the carpet. I looked up at my husband. I looked straight ahead, at his cock. I moved my head until his rigid dick was right in front of my eyes. I just couldn't believe what I was doing. I pursed my lips and touched it. It throbbed. I moved my head, and pressing just a bit harder I felt my lips part. Now, I was ashamed, I was kneeling, before my husband, and, I was kissing, really kissing, his cock. He was the man. I opened my mouth slightly and quickly traced my tongue over his velvety soft cock head. A quiet sigh of contention slipped involuntarily from my lips as I closed my mouth and moved my head back and looked up at him. Keith was smiling down at my submissiveness. I was lightheaded. "First, you didn't crawl over... but I'll let that slide because your prissy sister never did it either, but I will expect you to do it in the future... Second, I liked the way your tongue felt... ever suck off another man Janet..." "No..." was all I could whisper in response. "Well you wont be able to say that much longer. You'll be sucking my cock more than you could possibly imagine... tonight and in the future. I love a set of sexy eager lips wrapped around my dick... Now, before we start, hang up your dress, its time you started cleaning up after us. Oh, while you're doing that I want to lay down one of the first laws of our relationship" "umm ok..." "See, I want to get all of this straight now, you're to be a lady in the living room, and an absolute slut in the bedroom. Whenever we are in bed together I want you to treat my cock as though it is the entire focus of your interests, which I suspect it might end up being. Can you do that?" "I... I think so." I couldn't believe that he was telling me that he wanted me to start thinking like a whore. He honestly expected me to do everything a woman would do! This was my most secret and most exciting fantasy. I rose and noted that there was red lipstick all over his cock from where I had kissed it. As I hung up my dress, he went over and lay on the bed. The only thing that was confusing was that he kept talking about 'the future'. Tonight I would just live out my fantasy with the sexy man lounging on the bed. I'd deal with his 'future' later. I walked over to the bed, and on my hands and knees this time, made my way up over his legs to straddle him. When I got to where my satin bound crotch was directly over his hard dick, I lowered myself until I could feel his cock through my teddy. I began to move very slowly. Rubbing against him slowly and deliberately. I could feel the heat of his cock on mine as I dry-humped him. I reached below us and pushed his cock back between us until I could feel his cock nestled between my cheeks, I slowly moved up and down, rubbing the satin of my teddy against his cock. Keith was moaning and ramming himself up against me. I smiled at him. I was beginning to feel a little coy. "Does my husband want his wife to kiss his nice big dick?" "Bitch, I want to feel your mouth on it. Start sucking, now." I wasn't going to resist the idea. I got off him and moved backwards. I knew by his tone of voice that I was going to be his plaything that night, and right then, it seemed to me to be the most normal thing in the world. I lowered my head, and I licked the shiny purple head of his cock until it was soaking wet. I could hardly believe that I was doing it, yet, there I was, incredibly turned on by licking a cock like it was a sweet lollipop. I opened my mouth and lowered my head until I felt his cock absolutely fill my mouth. I licked the underside and locked my lips around it. I slowly raised my head, sucking hard. There was no doubt now, I had taken the biggest step in my life, I knew, and Keith knew. I loved it. I hoped he would start calling me what I wanted to be. I slid around on the bed loving the sensations of the tight satin. Keith moaned and rolled around under my lips. I sucked because I wanted so very much to please my new husband. I wanted to... to taste his cum, just like my sister wouldn't. I hoped she wouldn't be too mad at me when she found out that I'd made love to her husband. What else could a bride do on her wedding night? Keith let me suck him for what seemed like hours. Gently guiding my willing mouth up and down his long shaft. Telling me to suck him 'there' or kiss him 'here'. With each command I sunk deeper into his service until finally I was just blabbering encouragement. He pushed my face down and told me to suck and kiss his hairy balls. I hesitated briefly before pulling one then the other between my saliva slickened lips. "Oh my little cocksucker... yes my little cocksucker... lick my balls too... suck my hairy balls whore... do it..." Of course I didn't need any actual encouragement. I did everything on the first request. "Suck my heavy balls... are you hungry bitch? Are you hungry for my thick sperm?" All I could do was groan and shake my head yes. Of course I wanted his cum. I wanted to taste it... to roll it around in my mouth, to swallow it! "Then come and get it... come and get my sperm..." He pulled my mouth back to the tip of his straining cock. "Suck it like you want every drop..." I closed my lips around his veined shaft and taking a deep breath began sucking, working the tight O of my lips up and down his rippled shaft. "Oh you little whore... suck it... suck my big dick.... I married a little slut didn't I? A cum-hungry slut..." Again, all I could do was shake my head yes and moan my encouragement. "I love the feel of your lips around my dick... around my hard dick...I bet you know exactly how to do this because you've got your own hard cock... tucked away in your satin teddy but still rock hard because you're sucking a thick dick... how lucky are you my little she-male bride... tell me. Tell me how lucky you are..." I pulled my lips off his rigid member and grasping it in my fist I began stroking him as we locked eyes. "I am... the luckiest... little... cunt... right now... this is all... I've... ever wanted... to be...I want... your dick... in my mouth... no... actually I need... your dick in my mouth... see how hard... I am..." I leaned back showing him my rigid cock. There was a wet spot spreading across the satin where my cock was oozing pre-cum. "Yes my little slut... yes..." As I moved to replace my lips around his shaft he pulled me close driving his dick deep into my throat. I choked briefly before gasping for air as he stuffed his dick deeper and deeper. "My littler cum-sucker... have I got a big hot load of sperm for you... I've been waiting for this moment for months... waiting to give my little she-male wife a load of my hot sperm..." He was actually gasping for air and bucking his hips. I opened my eyes just long enough to see his curly pubic hair slam into my nose. The musky scent drove me to a new depth. I reached between his legs and began to roughly massage his balls. "Yes bitch... yes my little whore squeeze them... squeeze my balls harder... milk 'em for your load...keep deep throating me bitch... keep sucking my long shaft..." I hadn't even realized I had him that deep until in a delirious haze I felt his saliva glazed balls slam into my chin. I couldn't possibly take anymore. I stopped moving afraid I would cum in my tight teddy and instead concentrated solely on getting my husband off! It started before I could even pay attention. He pulled me close driving his engorged cock deep down my throat, he held it there and sawed in and out of my lips. He started groaning... and calling me every dirty, sexy name in the book. In an instant he was coming. I felt his shaft shudder between my lips and then his dick was splattering load after load of hot sperm directly down my throat. I tried to lean back so I could taste my first blowjob. He misunderstood and started yelling at me. "You fucking bitch... you better swallow my fucking cum... swallow every drop of it... I've been saving it for you whore... suck my dick dry!" I tried moaning around his pistoning dick, begging him to let me taste it! Through the fog of his orgasm he finally heard something and he pulled back. His still pulsating glans was barely between my lips as it continued to pump white cum onto my tongue. I pushed his hands away and hungry for more, began stroking him as his orgasm peaked. "Give me more honey... give me more of your hot cum... please! please let your wife taste your sperm..." "Oh my sexy little bitch... take as much as I can give... milk my cock...that's it...really stroke it... stroke it like it was your own..." Suddenly inspired I pulled my head back and looked up at him with the hottest, lustiest glare I could muster and begged. "One more load baby... one more hot load of sperm... here... here on my face...I want to feel your hot cum splattering all over my face..." It had the desired effect. "I want to see it...I want to see my sexy cunt of a wife take my cum all over her face... milk it... milk my dick and make it happen..." His dick seemed to recharge almost immediately. Coming to life in my squeezing fist. "yessssss....yesss....yessss... my little cum- sucker...yesss...." His purple cock head seemed to throb and then the white sperm was bubbling out. Less forcefully then his first incredible orgasm, but still a huge amount. I squeezed the load out along my cheeks and chin rubbing it in with his semi-soft dick. All I could say was "Thank you... thank you" over and over quietly whispering my adoration for this man and his thick penis. He seemed to drift for a minute almost dozing off before regaining his composure. "Come here Janet, crawl up here..." I nestled close to him and he reached for my steely erection. Slowly his hand closed around my shaft. He started whispering. "I thought you'd give great head...but I had no idea you'd be so sexy... so into it...that was the best I've ever had... did you like sucking your husbands big cock?" I closed my eyes and enjoyed his stroking of mine! "Yes...yes I did...its all I've ever really wanted to do..." He continued stroking. "Well I hope it wasn't all you wanted to do... because I know I want more...I want this to be our real wedding night..." I shivered. "Scared Janet?" "No... yes... really scared... I've never done anything like this... everything is so confusing... and so exciting...I love the feeling of your strong hands on my body... your strong hand on my hard cock... but this is so much so fast..." "Well Janet lets not think about it... lets go ahead... you know you really want it... what sexy young woman doesn't want to fuck her husband on their wedding night? What woman wouldn't be nervous if it was her first time?" He slid his hand between my legs and I let them fall open with a sigh. "I've taken many young ladies virginity and I've never had a complaint yet...I've even taken special girls just like you too..." His finger was swirling around my tight entrance as he continued to whisper our need to finish. He turned to me and leaned to kiss me. Our lips met and in an instant our tongues were intertwined. He was pressing forcefully. "ohhh Keith... this feels sooo good... so natural... but I'm so scared...I know its going to hurt sooo much..." I moved my hand on top his and pulled him closer. He had forced a finger inside me and I quivered as he moved it deeper. "I'm just not ready yet..." "I'll get you ready Janey...that and some artificial help... you know you want it tonight... don't you want to be my wife...?" I sighed and whimpered, "Yessss..." Over and over as he drove deeper and deeper. Suddenly he stopped. I closed my eyes relieved, but also scared that my fantasy was finally over. "Honey..." He kissed my neck still gently stroking me. "We're in the honeymoon suite... there's a hot tub right over there... why don't I order us a few bottles of Champaign and we'll settle in and relax a little, well take it easy... nice and easy..." I smiled up at him and really felt love for him... how could this be happening? "That sounds perfect..." He climbed off the bed and walked to the phone. I followed his muscular butt across the room and had the sexiest thought. Sensing something he turned as he picked up the phone. He held the receiver as he said, "What are you thinking..." Unbelievably giddy I answered and was amazed as the statement came from my mouth. "I was just wondering what kind of reaction my tongue between your sexy cheeks would get..." I licked my lips. He shook his head and said, "You might be taking the whore thing a little too far... but don't worry I'll give you you're chance to find out..." He turned and dialed room service. "Yes room service? Please send up two... no make that three bottles of chilled Champaign to the honeymoon suite... Honey you want anything?" He looked at me?! "No, no I'm alright..." He hung up the phone and stepping to the hot tub turned on the jets. Slipping in he said, "Why don't you freshen up and get into something a little more comfortable while I wait for room service..." I crawled off the bed and walked to my suitcase. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked to the bathroom. Once inside I locked the door and almost passed out. I looked in the full-length mirror. I wasn't that much of a mess! Besides some tussled hair, a little sex worn make-up and the huge wet spot form my throbbing cock I looked pretty sexy. I peeled myself out of the teddy and was amazed as the latex breast forms remained in place. Pressing my still raging erection down I looked in the mirror again. My smooth muscular legs tapered to my narrow waist. The realistic breasts jiggled slightly as I took my body in. I turned full forward and released my cock. It sprung to full attention. I wanted me! I washed my face and re-applied some fresh lipstick before stepping into the fluorescent yellow thong bikini bottom. I adjusted my cock and balls and tried to decide if I wanted to go topless. Yes. I checked the seams and placement of my breasts and grabbed hold of the doorknob. What if he laughed at me? I wasn't dressed anymore. The sexy trappings of feminity were gone... I would be going on my looks and a couple hundred bucks of latex... I opened the door and stepped into the suite just as the door opened and room service came in. I turned away, and my arms reflexively shot to my chest hiding my ample breasts and always erect nipples. The waiter turned bright red and stammered his apologies as he backed out of the room. "You are so sexy Janet.... so unbelievably sexy... but you cant be shy can you... not in front of your new husband..." I looked at him and taking a deep breath, dropped my arms. I saw his eyes sweep over my body. "Perfect... just perfect...grab a bottle and the flutes and join me..." I walked over to the cart and grabbed a bottle and the two glasses. I stood at the edge of the hot tub towering over Keith for the first time all evening. He looked up at me with a devilish smile and said, "I love the view from down here... I think we may need to investigate you in that position in the future... but for now why don't you come on in" He leaned up to help me step in. He popped the cork, poured us full glasses and was proposing a toast before I could even get used to the steaming hot water. "To the future..." We touched glasses and drank down the Champaign. "Now... where were we..." I seemed to be getting flushed already. I melted into his arms and we began kissing almost immediately. My hand dropped to his lap and reflexively wrapped around his dick. Stroking as we kissed. His hand slid further down... once again I opened my legs to his advances. In an instant he was tugging at my bottoms. Loosened enough to gain access his hand brushed my erection as he moved lower. Immediately his fingers began teasing me open. Pressing and probbing. I was all but on top of him as he finally slid a finger inside my virgin hole. I sucked his strong tongue and moaned for more. I pulled away and leaned my head against his neck whispering encouragement as he prepared my cunt for his dick. I was stroking his cock faster and faster as his fingers worked me into a frenzy. "Slide another one... slide another finger inside me...you're making me hungry... so hungry for this..." I stroked his dick. "Easy baby... easy you're going to make me cum now... don't you want it inside...you..?" "Ummm.... yessss" Was all I could say. "I need another glass of Champaign..." I pulled away from him and reached over pouring two new glasses. With my back turned to him I looked over my shoulder, I reached under the bubbling water and pulled off my bikini bottom. I held it up and dropped it on the tiled floor. "I really don't think I need these anymore..." I gulped the Champaign and slid down to my knees. My head was just over the water. I looked over my shoulder and whispered, "I can't take anymore teasing, this wife needs her husband to come and fuck her...to make her his..." "Janet I'll never need to be asked twice." He moved behind me. As he did the head of his rigid cock brushed between my cheeks. Even without the Champaign I was sure this was all I'd ever wanted. I felt his hands on my sides as he gently moved us both into position. He reached between us and positioned his throbbing dick against my puckered hole. "Oh Janet...your prissy sister would never let me fuck her like this...I've been imagining your sexy body at my fingertips for months...are you ready to be my wife honey...really become mine..." "Yessss Keith... yesss... please fuck me... please..." I felt his body tense and then he was pressing forward. I yelped a long agonizing cry as the tip of his organ tore my virgin asshole open. I could barely breath as the white-hot pain spread through my body. "Yes Janet... yes scream for my big dick..." How could it hurt more! My mind raced for escape. And then suddenly it eased. He slid backwards allowing the hot water to sooth me. I suddenly felt empty?! "More honey... more Keith...give me... I can take more." He was still pressed tight against me as he began moving again. I felt the tip and then the ridge of his cock head slide inside me. His hands moved to my sides and he pulled me close as he slid forward. Over and over it went on like this...short agonizing bursts of pain intermingled with pure anticipation. "ummm baby... how much more... it hurts sooo much... your big dick hurts sooo much...." "Only half way Janet... you've only got half of my prick..." "I don't think I can take any more..." "Ohh Janey... you'll take it... you'll take it all...do you want to sit on it...? Sit on my lap and take as much as fast or as slow as you want?" I slid over and crawled into his lap facing him. I was out of the water and my cock was staring him in the face. I was stunned as he opened his mouth and took my cock between his lips. He stroked me fiercely two or three times before pulling away. "We'll get to that another time... right now I need you to sit on my cock..." I closed my eyes and leaned back, impaling myself on his rigid prick... "Janet, your cunt is so fucking tight.... so tight around my dick..." I was still only maybe halfway down. I slid on and off his cock for what seemed like hours. Our throbbing cocks brushed against each other as I slid up and down. I was spiraling away in ecstasy. I opened my eyes and stared at him, pleading. "I...want...every...inch of you... every inch...of your prick...pleaaaase?!" He placed a hand on each hip holding me steady. "OK... honey... you're going to get it...relax... relax for your lover... play with yourself baby... stroke your little cock...while I stuff mine inside you..." I relaxed and wrapped a fist around my shaft stroking slowly. After a minute or two I was getting close to orgasm and I was wondering when he was going to take me. He was rotating his hips, moving his cock around between my cheeks. Suddenly without warning he grunted and in one swift motion pulled me down while driving his pelvis up harshly. I thought I'd gotten used to the pain, I'd had no idea. His cock ripped into me, and I howled out. His thrusting pelvic bone squashed my hairless balls as he reached his hilt. Without a hesitation he pulled me off then back on to his throbbing cock. This went on for minutes, me howling every time he plowed inside. I reached behind, trying to ease the pain. I pulled my cheeks apart, a finger glanced off his pistoning cock. I placed my fingers to either side and pulled back. I could feel his veined shaft sliding between them as he entered me. Slowly the agony subsided and the heat of the friction began to radiate. My cock, which had gone totally soft when he began to plow me, began to harden. My tender balls began to tingle with each smashing blow of his strong body. I began to whimper instead of groan. Then the whimpers slowly turned to whispered encouragement. Then louder. Until I had a hand on each of his shoulders and I was hauling myself on and off him. He sat back and enjoyed the view. I was a confirmed cunt now. There was no doubt in my mind. I loved the way his thick prick plowed into me. I loved the sensation he was giving me. Every inch of my body loved what was happening. My shaved smooth legs straddling his hairy muscular thighs. His washboard stomach pressed against my dick. His big strong hands on my soft hips. I was in heaven. I told him over and over how good he was making me feel. "Does my new wife want my sperm inside her... does she want her man to cum inside...to spurt his hot cum deep inside her..." He was teasing me, taunting me. I was giving in to everything he said. If he'd wanted me to fuck one of the Champaign bottles I would have. "I...I...I... just... want you... to fuck me...fuck me like a woman...on the bed... please..." "Oh my little baby Janet, this isn't romantic enough for you?" With each word he drove his dick deeper, twitching it inside me. "please...on my back...with my legs wrapped around you...pleaaaase..." I whispered. He closed his eyes and held me still. I thought he was going to cum right there... I thought I could actually feel his heart beat deep inside me. He pulled me close, continuing to rotate his hips beneath me. "Climb up on the bed and spread your legs... show me your tight cunt and beg me to make you my wife..." I closed my eyes and tried not to cum. I shook; I was so close to the edge. I seemed to hover there ready to spurt. He growled in my ear. "Don't you FUCKING dare cum..." He was actually pushing me closer to the edge. "I'll fucking slap your ass bitch...I will..." I slowly pulled back. Rising off him. I'd never felt less complete than at that moment. He looked at me... obviously starving to fuck me. I fell back on the bed still wet. I planted my feet as far apart as possible and spread my legs. My cock was standing straight up. I was actually steaming in the air conditioned room. My breasts were heaving as I took each breath. He climbed from the hot tub. His cock head was purple, swollen and throbbing. He stopped and riffled through his suitcase. I saw a flash of the blue & white tube of K-Y. He was stroking his cock as he walked closer. I was moaning and whimpering for him. "...make me your wife baby... make me yours... my cunt NEEDS your sperm... pleaaase..." I was moving my hips up and down and side to side as he joined me on the bed. He knelt between my spread legs and roughly yanked my legs up and over his shoulders. He leaned forward and I was totally at his mercy. He pressed his cock head to my hot butt-hole and I quivered as his K-Y cooled prick slid into me. After an instant he rocked backwards exiting. The extra lubrication soothed my tortured hole. As he began rocking I was in heaven once again. Full then empty. Full then empty. Over and over again. We were starting where we had stopped in the hot tub. The only difference was that he was totally in control here. I was his wife and he was fucking me. In a few minutes he was going to shoot his hot sperm deep inside me and make me his. He pulled back and stroked his dick. "Roll over cunt, roll over and spread those sexy cheeks... show me your puckering hole..." I didn't need to hear him twice. I rolled onto my stomach and moved to rise to all fours. He slumped on top of me, and grabbing my arms held them tightly over my head. He pinned me to the bed with his much heavier frame and began bucking his hips, rooting around between my legs with his stiff member. He was stabbing my tender balls, missing all together, pounding an inch above or inch below my hole. He was grunting with the exertion. "Stick it IN... stick it IN MEEEE..." I groaned begging him to slide it back inside. Finally he pounded back into me. He held me still as we caught our breath. "ummm I loved the way that felt, pinned like that, unable to move as you slammed around back there...." All he did was groan as he held me steady and began slowly rocking on top of me. "Let me tell you a story little Janet... its about me, your prissy little sister, and my secret tastes...your sister would never let me fuck her tight ass... it was all I ever wanted... wouldn't she be amazed now..." He pounded me two or three times quickly. "The bitch wouldn't even blow me...she said it was 'really gross'. She didn't know that it really didn't matter if she did or didn't, I would've never stayed faithful, I would've just stayed faithful longer between affairs. You know how much I travel, well I have women all over the world that know me...Do you have any idea how many special little cunts just like yours I've fucked? How many sissy boys just like you I've turned into women? Probably hundreds. I love the idea of a sexy woman with something special between her legs. Something hard between her legs..." He wrapped a fist around my shaft and stroked me in time with his thrusts. "...something hard and something soft and so tight... with my family and the business obviously I couldn't very well stay single, I needed a wife. Your sister was so fucking sexy, I couldn't wait to get into her pants! She fucked like a rabbit, but nothing adventurous. Your sister actually sealed her fate a few months ago. We had just fucked and had turned on one of those nasty afternoon talk shows. They had boys just like you! Sexy young men dressed like women. My cock was actually getting hard watching and your sister always so perceptive, started stroking me. Then she whispered in my ear, 'If you think these guys are sexy... you should see my twin brother dressed... he's a knock out.' "You are a knock out by the way... sexier than I could've ever imagined... and soooo giving...." He was pounding me again, driving the air from me with each thrust. "From that moment on it was just a matter of getting your sexy ass in my bed...your sister played right into my plan... I asked her if she could do a business deal for me...most of my family's income in legitimate but we have little on the side for rainy days. I burned a contact to fuck over your sister, but I think it was worth it...don't you?" I groaned a hearty yesss! He had let go of my hands and was grasping my hips so tightly I had finger shaped bruises for a week! I wrapped each hand around the edge of the mattress as he shifted in high gear. All I felt was pleasure radiating from my asshole. My cock was rock hard, but no sensations were coming from it. Keith's throbbing dick was giving me every ounce of pleasure I was feeling. I couldn't believe everything he'd done for me. If I was infatuated before, I thought I was falling in love. "Can I roll over... please... I want to see my loving husband as he cums inside me... please honey..." He pulled back and I quickly rolled onto my back spreading my legs obscenely. "Fuck your honey... make me yours... please..." I was holding my balls and dick out of the way so he could see my twitching hole. "pleaaase..." I whispered. In an instant he was inside me. I wrapped my legs around his muscular mid-section and pulled towards and pushed against every thrust. I wanted to be everything for him. I wanted big floppy tits with erect nipples, and a tight cunt for him to take whenever he wanted. I started twitching my ass, tightening and loosening with each successive thrust. "Keith make me yours forever... make me your wife...I'll do anything you want... anything...." "Anything?" He whispered. "Anything..." I hissed back. "Anything at all.... you can take my cock and balls as long as you fuck me like this... give me tits as big as a cow...I don't care just don't ever take your dick away!" "Oh I'll never take this away..." He said squeezing my cock, "But giving you a nice set of sexy tits could be fun..." "You really want my cum baby? You want my bubbling hot sperm deep inside... deep inside your CUNT...your little PUSSY. Do you? You want to be my wife... Answer me...Beg me for it..." "Oh Keith don't make me beg...please... just fuck fuck me..." I was doing a reasonable impression of my sister. Whimpering in pleasure I could barely wail out his name. "Please Keith...please Keith...please...Fuckme fuckmefuckmefuckme... Fuhhhhck meeee!" "Here it comes baby... here comes my sperm for my little cunt..." He slammed into me once, twice and on the third stroke buried his prick to the hilt. Through the haze of ecstasy I could actually feel his cock throbbing inside me! An instant later my body joined in. My cock began splattering white globs of cum between us. With every spurt my asshole tightened around his throbbing dick. "Milk it Janet... milk my big dick... take every fucking drop..." I was. I felt the heat spreading deeper and deeper. He was pumping me full of every drop of the cum he had saved for my sister. We held each other completely still as our orgasms washed over us. I had never felt as satisfied as I did at that instant. After a few minutes Keith's semi erect cock slipped from my completely satisfied hole and he pulled me close. I closed my legs and tried to keep his warm sperm inside me. I leaned up and kissed him without hesitation. "I Love you..." I whispered sucking and kissing at his full lips. I could feel his spent cock pressed against my thigh, it was slippery with cum. He was still panting from the wild fucking he'd just given me. I knew that I actually loved him. Knew it in my soul. I WOULD do anything for him. I nibbled on his ear. "Don't fall asleep just yet lover...I'm about to do something my sister would've thought was 'really gross'. But you deserve it honey..." I slid down and stared at his cum streaked cock. I opened my mouth and began licking and suckling his soft musky penis. I felt his hand come to the side of my head and rest there... The following afternoon we were off to Mexico. I'd begged him all morning for real breasts, and he soon gave in. Two weeks later he was fucking me while sucking my pert 36dd breasts on a beach in Greece. I'm on some very mild hormone therapy, to soften my features. I am undoubtedly his wife. The lawyer my husband retained for my sister's defense quietly blew the case and she was sentenced to 10-15 years. I sent her a photo from the third week of our honeymoon. It was me on the beach topless showing off my huge tits. I've since changed my name so I signed it 'Love Wendy!' My parents? My wonderful husband bought them their retirement house right on a beach in Hawaii. We visit once or twice a year. My mother has never said a thing, she just introduces us as her daughter and son-in-law. My father always seems to be on a fishing trip to Alaska when we visit. I can understand his confusion. Unlike my sister who wanted her own career and thus wouldn't travel with Keith, I've made my career satisfying every whim he has ever had. I've met some of his friends across the world, and a few we've actually experienced together. My life is as perfect as possible. *** If you enjoyed this story, please let me know at: [email protected] If you see this story anywhere other than fictionmania, it has been distributed without my knowledge, and I would love to know where it ended up. (I really don't care, but I am just curious!) Erica