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My Wedding Day
By Pink Mia
Let me tell you about my wedding day. It wasn't what I would have ever,
in a million years, thought would happen to me, but I suppose on my 7
year anniversary to my husband I should tell the story.
My name was Allen Moorcock. Well, now it's Amy Williams.
It really started the night that I broke into 1611 Evergreen Terrace.
The lady that lived there was named Brenda Evens and she had been
widowed for a couple of years. She was so stunning and glamorous that
every night from my window I would watch into her terrace and bedroom
with binoculars and watch what kind of underwear she had on. I had
watched her for months and new every pair of undies she had as I had
watched her in them countless nights. I loved her panties. I knew when
she got a new pair and I longed for the day that I could get into her
drawers, so to speak.
The day came when I saw her packing for a trip and I knew that the
glass doors on her upstairs terrace were easy to get through, so I
decided that tonight, way after she was gone, I was going to break into
her place and finally get into her panties, slips, drawers, bras... I
was breaking into a sweat.
I ran across the field when the sun went down and she had been gone 4
or 5 hours and climbed onto her terrace. Slipping into her bedroom once
she was gone gave me a thrill that shot through me like a mini-orgasm.
I walked through her place once just to get the lay of it and make sure
it was empty and then made a B-line back to her bedroom. I turned on
the bathroom and closet light and then finally, like letting a breath
go, I opened up her drawers and found the most shimmering and silky
lingerie that I'd ever gazed upon.
There were exquisite panties made of lace and silk lined one against
another, black, red, blue, pink, white. All the colors that made a
woman beautiful. There was another drawer full of bras that called for
my chest. I could envision those bra's and panties on me making me as
pretty as Brenda was. I could feel it coming from somewhere, maybe a
call. I didn't know.
I finally settled upon this white-virginal white outfit that could have
only been a wedding set. It was easily the most beautiful thing that
I'd ever seen. It had pearls adorned on it, lace embroidery around the
bra cups, satin straps around the shoulders and little garters that
were meant for the stockings. Oh how lucky a woman was to wear this.
I don't know if I meant to wear her clothes that night, but suddenly I
found myself peeling off my clothes until I was naked. Shaking, I put
the panties on followed by the bra. I don't recall ever having anything
on that was so... sexy. It felt so good and liberating. My cock was
hard and I knew that it wouldn't be long before there was an orgasm, so
I hurried to put the bustier on and then attach the stockings. There
were seams down the back so I used one of Brenda's mirrors to make sure
they were straight.
I sat down on her bed and imagined that there was a man coming in here
for me. It was the first and only time I had ever wanted a man, but in
this outfit, these sexual desires were only appropriate.
I looked out towards where my window was across the field and started
to masturbate. I pulled a pair of silk pink panties and rubbed it
against my cock to stimulate it further. Oh it was wonderful and when I
came, I shot it all in the panties.
I put everything back the way in the drawers after an hour of post
orgasmic bliss and enjoying the feel of the silk on my body. It was
with a pit in my stomach that I put all of her clothes back and then
climbed down the terrace and went home. I never went back to Brenda's
place and soon I had forgotten that I had ever gone there in the first
place.
Brenda, however, did not forget. She got back the next day and
immediately knew that someone had been in her private sanctum. She had
been invaded and she was angry about it. What I didn't know about
Brenda was that she was a practitioner of magic. A powerful
practitioner at that. She was a witch and she had extra senses that
gave her insights into the realms of men and women.
That night, while I slept in my own bed, having only pleasant memories
of dressing in her clothes the night before, Brenda carefully made a
pentagram with her lipstick. Inside went a bottle of pink nail polish,
the panties that I had "soiled", all of the lingerie that I had worn
and the lipstick that she used to draw the circle. She cast a spell of
transformation that night that was contingent upon the marriage of the
person that had broken in to her house- namely me.
I remember seeing a storm that night, but paid it no attention.
The spell went off and I went on about my life. My college career
started and I met this nice girl named Anne. To make a long story
short, I forgot all about Brenda and what happened that night and soon
I was engaged to Anne. We had picked a day in early May as the wedding
day and my life was going along just fine, until my wedding day.
The day of my wedding came. It was a Monday and we had everything
planned. Honeymoon in the fanciest hotel in town - The Argyl Hotel and
then a 3 day cruise - my best man had all the tickets so I wasn't
worried about a thing. I woke up that morning and the only thing that
was going through my mind was that I had to get ready for my wedding.
That thought went through my head a million times that day. Get ready
for your wedding.
I didn't know it at the time, but the spell had gone off.
Across town the spell had hit Todd Williams as well. He woke up like I
did, except the spell had done a number on him during the night. He
dreamed of me all night long. Not me as a guy, but me as a bride.
Nothing was as important to him as seeing me in a dress that day. I
don't know what was going through his mind that day, but early in the
morning he went shopping for an entire bridal ensemble, all the while
picturing me in the clothes that he was buying.
Back in my bedroom, I woke up and the first thing I thought of was how
exited I was to be getting married. I felt giddy about the whole thing.
The first thing I did was to get in the shower. I wanted a hot, hot
shower that morning and as I stood in the steam that morning I thought
about my wedding. While I was thinking about the wedding, I picked up
one of my razors and shaved my legs. I didn't even think about what I
had done, I was just getting ready for my wedding. After my legs were
smooth, I attacked my chest, underarms, arms and hands. By the time the
hot water had run out, I was completely smooth. That didn't bother me,
because I was getting ready for my wedding.
I got out of the shower and after I had dried off, I rummaged through
Anne's leftover stuff and finally found what I wanted. I picked up a
bottle of pretty pink - almost satiny pink nail polish and painted each
toe - twice.
Still getting ready for my wedding, I chose a gray pair of pants and a
white shirt so I could drive to the chapel. I remember how stiff and
itchy they felt. I felt like I was wearing a suit of armor. But, I
remembered that I had to get ready for my wedding.
Again, the spell working without my knowledge, but certainly to change
my future had sent Todd out to the mall to buy a wedding dress. He
didn't know why he was buying one, it was just a compulsion. I can't
imagine what he went through that morning, but he had bought a wedding
dress along with the sexiest lingerie, stockings, heels, makeup and a
wig. Somewhere he was imagining that I would change into all of this
and be his. This was a crazy fantasy, but the spell was working its
charms.
I got to the chapel sometime before noon. Todd was there, I saw his
car, but didn't pay it much mind. I was getting married and I was
exited. I went into the groom's side of the hallway and entered the
changing room. Almost immediately I could feel something happen to me.
I didn't know what but it centered on the rack and what was hanging on
the rack.
A perfect white wedding dress. There were boxes next to it with
underwear and heels and a makeup case next to the mirror. All my vision
went narrow as the dress lit up the room. It was so pretty that I found
myself going to it without knowing why I was going to it. My fingers
found the buttons on the clothes I was wearing and in a moment I was
completely nude, standing there in the church.
Nude. Shaved. With pretty pink toenails that winked at me.
I found myself moving over to the mirror where I held up the pretty
bustier that was in the box to my body. I pulled the garter belt out
along with the stockings and put them on first. I rolled the stockings
up over my toes and loved the look of stockings over nail polish. I put
my white satin and lace panties over them. Somehow I had the feeling
that my panties were coming off before my stockings.
I kept hearing the voice inside my head urging me to get ready for my
wedding, so I hooked the bustier onto my chest and filled it with a
pair of falsies that had been placed here as well. I looked like I had
a 35C cup when I was done and again I felt the push to get ready for my
wedding.
The box with makeup called me next and I found myself sitting down at
the little vanity and opening it up. I pulled the wig from off it's
stand and put it on my head. The long reddish-brown hair fell down
around my -new- breasts and I smiled as I moved it all to the back. I
needed to get ready for my wedding. I picked up the foundation and
smeared it into my face. I wanted a blank pallet, which is what my face
became. Next I grabbed some mascara and made my lashes long and sexy.
I took some eyeliner and went around each eye to bring out my pretty
green eyes and then I took a straight razor and went at my eyebrows. I
shaped them into pretty arches all the time thinking that I only have
an hour before the wedding is going to start.
I filled in my eyes with a smoky green and highlighted with gold. I put
blush on my cheeks and chin and then set it all with powder. I picked
out a nice creamy pink lipstick and first lined my lips and then filled
them in so I had nice thick pink lips. I thought that I'm almost ready
for my wedding.
I turned around and looked at the dress that I was going to wear. I had
to be careful not to get any of my makeup on it, but I was going to be
very careful. I slowly stepped into the dress and I noted how much
better it felt to wear than the nasty pants that I was wearing before.
The feeling of freedom and restriction was intoxicating.
Finally I stepped into the white 3" heels that I was going to get
married in and sat down and gingerly clasped the straps together around
my ankle. I adored the way my toenails glittered back at me, painted
pink through the white hose and all. I looked at myself in the mirror.
I was standing just under 6', a slender girl who had green eyes, long
russet hair cascading down my the back of my ivory dress. My face was
made up for sure, but not so much. The most dominant feature being my
lips because they were full and pink and had a glassy shine. My dress
was a beautiful white-ivory and fell down to above my knees, except the
train which fell a few feet behind me. My eyes went back to my pretty
pink toes which were strapped into white pumps. I looked like I was the
very essence of virginity except that somewhere clad in silk and satin
was a penis. I slid a pair of white elbow gloves that were smooth and
silky and made my fingers feel so much more delicate.
I WAS ready to be married.
It was 25 minutes to the wedding and I was looking at myself amazed at
how pretty and wide my eyes were. My smile was wide and sultry at the
same time. I thought to myself what a pretty bride I'd become.
And then I stopped. I was washed over by the realization that I'd
dressed in a perfect brides outfit and I was ready to be married. I was
supposed to be the groom. For the first time that day, I thought of
Anne, my fianc?e.
What was going to happen? I felt my stomach curl inside, but I was
fascinated at the image in the mirror on the outside. I was trapped
between worlds and couldn't move. I don't know how long I stood there.
Maybe a minute, maybe 5 before I felt the door open and a sense of
dread hit me.
Oh my, what's going to happen to me. Who is this? I wanted to duck into
a bathroom, but the image of the green eyed girl in the mirror still
held me.
"Oh my God." I heard a very familiar male voice. "Oh my sweet God." I
heard him say again and I saw Todd in the mirror.
Todd was my best man. He was a rugged man 3 years older than me, but
had managed to put himself into a suit today and he looked very good.
He was a few inches over 6' with blonde-white hair and a well groomed
mustache. His smile was broad and toothy, but his eyes were fixed on
me. Pure amazement showed on his face. There was an odd smile to his
lips, but the amazement was obvious. He stepped inside and closed and
locked the door.
I turned to look at him, swiveling on my heels. He looked me over and I
was very conscious of being looked over. When he came back up to my
eyes again there was a look of lust in his eyes. I couldn't believe it,
but it was there. He was looking at me and his cock in his pants was
getting hard.
"I can't believe this is happening." He says echoing my own thoughts.
"But you are the most attractive girl here." He looks at me again.
"What's your name?"
For a moment I think that he's mistaken me for a girl. "Allen." I blurt
out.
He smiles again and takes a step towards me and says, "No what's your
real name."
"Amy." I say with no hesitation.
"I dreamed about you last night." He says as he gets closer to me.
It's getting hotter and I begin to feel a little light headed. His cock
is getting harder and harder and it is so tempting to look at it and
adore it, but his eyes are still locked on mine.
"And you did turn out to be a hot little bride didn't you?" he asks,
not expecting an answer.
He stands so close to me that his cock is just brushing up against my
tummy. The electricity of the moment is tangible and I run my silk clad
hands down his chest.
He grabs my hands with his and swings us both around so that he can sit
down. He does and my hands are immediately releasing his hard cock from
his trousers. It springs forth and I gasp.
This is the closest to a cock that I've ever gotten and all I want to
do is get closer. I have a sudden desperate urge to feel his cock in my
mouth. My pink lips are demanding it and I am having a fierce craving
for his cum. His salty, pearly white cum in my mouth. My pink lips over
his shaft. My cheeks and tongue caressing his manhood. I sink to my
knees in front of him.
His cock is so close that I can't resist it any more. I plunge my mouth
over his hard shaft and put him as deep into my mouth as I can. I close
my mouth when I feel the myself start to gag and lift my head up just a
little bit. My tongue slithers up and down it and I can hear him start
to moan. I pull back all the way and look at the pink lipstick mark
almost at the base of his cock. It's beautiful to me.
I never even thought to look at the other door in the room. Todd locked
the main door, but the other door never even occurred to me.
I was kneeling on the floor with Todd's cock in my mouth, pumping away
at it like I didn't know where I was, making moaning noises through my
nose like I didn't know where I was. I was only concentrating on the
extreme pleasure of sucking his cock. Going up and down, the whole time
his fingers were on my shoulders keeping me where I was, doing exactly
what I was doing.
"Oh God, Amy. You are such a good cocksucker." Todd said way too loud.
I didn't care. He called me a cocksucker and I loved it. Cocksucker,
cocksucker there I was licking his dick.
I knew there was someone else in the room without even looking up. The
rush of air, the change in air pressure, the slight intake of air that
I hear drawn into someone's lungs.
I didn't care though. Getting Todd to cum in my mouth was a priority. I
redoubled my efforts which made him grunt again as I let by body
undulate with pleasure. He finally released his cum in my mouth.
It was wonderful. I caught every drop of cum in my mouth and loved it.
There was some incredible satisfaction from making him cum and when I
looked up there was a smile on my face, a gleam in my eye and a dribble
of cum trailing from my pink, smudged lips to the tip of his cock.
Todd's head had rocked back from the force of his orgasm, so I was the
first to look up into the room.
I saw 4 people standing there with their jaws open from shock. There
was Anne's mother and father, a woman behind them in a pale blue suit
and of course, Anne - in her wedding gown. Just like me.
I saw them look at me closely trying to see through the makeup and wig
and clothes. Selfishly, I realized that I looked much better than Anne
did. Todd was right, I was the prettiest girl here.
It was Anne's mother who saw through me first.
"Oh my God. It's Allen." She whispered.
Anne peered at me closely and I saw the horror and recrimination coming
from her eyes. Here she was, on her wedding day, looking at her groom,
who was dressed like a bride, giving head to the best man and doing it
well.
Then all hell broke loose. Anne started to cry into her father's
shoulder her mother was just looking at me like she couldn't believe
it. I couldn't believe it either. The cum on my lips was getting cold
and it reminded me of what had just happened.
There were no words spoken, just the sobs of Anne in her father's
shoulder. I could feel the weight of the world bearing down on me until
I felt the presence of Todd behind me. I mean, he was right behind me.
He stood up and placed his hands on my shoulders as a gesture of
support.
He also had a hard-on that he was pressing into my smooth silk covered
ass. Slowly and repeatedly he stroked my ass with the bulge in his
pants that could only be his cock. He didn't do it obvious enough for
any of Anne's parents to see it, but I felt it and it felt sooooo good.
It took my mind away from the horror of the situation and made me think
about putting his dick in my mouth again. I pushed back ever so
slightly against him to let him know that I felt him. Oh how I wanted
to feel him.
Finally, after an eternity they left. Anne took the engagement ring off
of her finger and put it on the table. Without a word, save for the
condemning looks in their eyes, Anne, her mom and father left leaving
only one woman standing in the room. The woman in the pale blue dress
who had a bottle of bubbles and she was blowing them. She looked
familiar, but I was too emotionally wrought to think about who it was.
I leaned back into Todd's body for support. My legs were aching and I
thought I was going to teeter in these heels.
I never once thought about taking the clothes off after Todd stood
behind me. The mystery bubble blowing woman walked over to Todd and
myself and smiled.
"You are a very pretty bride." She said still blowing bubbles. As I
looked at her I tried to place her, but I was still having problems.
"Don't you remember me, Allen?" She asked sexually. "Don't you remember
my panties and stockings that you enjoyed so much that night?" She
looked right at me and I looked past the 7 years that had gone by.
"Ms. Evans?" I asked.
"Of course it's me, you silly girl. I'm just checking in on you during
your wedding day.
Todd got defensive and stood in between me and the Witch. That was sort
of a mistake. She waved her hand in front of him and he just froze. Her
attention was on him and she looked him in the eyes.
"So, is this the man that you've decided to take?" She looked at the
smudged lipstick and grinned. "I suppose so."
She looked at Todd and made a gesture with her hand in front of him.
"You will want this woman so badly you can think of nothing else. From
this moment on she is your sexual world. You can cum in no other way
save to squirt on her or her mouth. Each night you will experience a
new world of pleasure as she takes your cum and drinks it. Do you
understand what I've told you?" She asked Todd.
"Ummmm yes." He says as his cock gets harder than it was.
Then she looks at me and waves her hand in the same way that she waved
in front of Todd. I was mesmerized by it and couldn't move. My head
rushed and I couldn't hear anything outside of what she was saying.
"Oh my dear Allen. I'm a witch and I'm probably the last person that
will ever call you that. Oh you poor panty thief, what you did that
night was very bad. Sneaking into my bedroom and putting on my clothes.
Did you think that I wouldn't notice? Anyway, I don't think that you'll
have any time for that any more."
She squared herself in front of me and blew a few more bubbles at my
face. She peered into my eyes. She had these almond brown eyes that
were hypnotic.
"You will love giving head to your husband. Your enjoyment will come
from giving him enjoyment. Every time you make him cum, there will be a
tingle of excitement that can be duplicated no where else. The desire
to wear lipstick will be a constant one. You will not feel like
yourself if your lips are not pretty and if you are not wearing some
makeup. You will love making yourself pretty as it is always a form of
foreplay. You know that your husband will always want to make love to
you. That is his compulsion.
"You will simply yearn for the pleasure of making your husband happy,
all the time knowing that you have a little cock hiding somewhere.
Don't worry, I have a feeling that in a year or so, you'll be taking
hormones and thinking about a full sex change."
She waited a moment to let the words sink in and then she blew some
more bubbles. She walked over to Todd and put her hand inside his coat
and grabbed something. Without a word she walked over to the table that
Anne put her ring down on and then walked over to the both of us. She
pulled my hand and put Todd's on top of it. She placed one ring on my
gloved hand and the other on Todd's.
"By the power granted to me from the cosmos, I pronounce you husband
and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Todd leaned into me and put his mouth on mine and gave me the sweetest
kiss I'd ever imagined. I'd already forgotten about the humiliation
that I suffered today, his kiss was burning all that away. That and the
fact that my gloved hand was massaging his cock through his pants.
It hit me then. I was his wife. I was Amy Williams. Allen Moorcock
dissapeared forever.
He still had the reservations for the hotel and cruise and since we had
just been married we went on our honeymoon. It seemed like hours after
we first fell in love, but we got to his car without too much incident.
Most of the guests had left and those that were there couldn't read me,
they just assumed that I was a different bride. We got in his car and
drove downtown to the Argyl Hotel and to our honeymoon suite.
I was beautiful in there. There was champagne and chocolates. There was
a heart shaped bed and a shower for two. The whole room felt like a
dream, but I came back to reality when I saw my new husband and a wave
of sexual desire came over me. I wanted him and I wanted him to want
me.
I went into the bathroom and carefully took my dress off. I was left
with a very sexy white bustier with a pair of matching satin panties
and seamed stockings and white elbow gloves. I made up my face with
more color - golds and greens and then pulled out the same pink
lipstick that I had at the church. One of the things that had to be
done tomorrow was a new wardrobe, but for tonight, there was only one
thing that needed to be done.
I put the heels back on and stepped out into the room. It was dark
except for 2 lights in the back of the room. I could see my husband
sitting there with his cock sticking straight up in the air. This was
like a dream to me, except it was going to come true. In a minute I was
going to have his cock in my mouth. Oh my how I wanted it.
I licked my lips and he said.
"Why don't you come over her and sit by me."
I didn't need a second invitation. I sat next to him and my hand
stroked his cock. It was long and thin and had a perfect shiny head. I
massaged it while he relaxed and enjoyed it. After a moment, when I saw
the first little bit of precum on his tip, I moved onto my knees in
front of him. I felt truly comfortable in front of him like this with
my hand wrapped around his cockhead.
I put my tongue at the very base of his cock and licked him from the
bottom of his shaft to the top of it, taking all the precum that he had
to offer. Even that little bit tasted... well, wonderful. I really
liked it as I came back towards his head. It was even stiffer and more
purple than before. I gave him a kiss that left a shiny pink lip print
on his cock that made him dribble even more out.
Finally I put his entire cock in my mouth down to the shaft. No gag
reflex, I just looked into his eyes as I began to suck him down. Up and
down, swirling my tongue over and over him. Looking into his eyes all
the time, he calls me a cocksucker and then he calls me his wife. He
started to buck his own hips as his grunts got louder and louder. Semen
was coming out of his cock into my mouth before he ever orgasmed and it
tasted delightful. I loved doing what I was doing for so many reasons,
the taste of cum, the feel of cock, the look of lipstick, the sound of
the word cocksucker.
He shot the first load straight down my throat and I gulped it down.
The second shot of cum surprised me and some of it dripped down out of
my mouth. He kept coming and giving me the cum that I was enjoying so
much, he must have had 10 orgasms with his dick in my lips. That made
me feel so good, I can't explain it to you. Somewhere, it just
completed me.
Spent, he laid back as I dutifully licked his dick down to a soft piece
of flesh. It was covered in my lipstick - pink and pretty and that was
the finest thing of all.
We spent the rest of the night making love with my lips- constantly
almost feverishly fucking my face. I loved the ferocity with which he
did it and I kept making my face up again and again.
And that's it. We are still married and I've had my breasts enlarged so
that they are now a 37D cup. Todd loves them and he loves me. I love
Todd and that's all I care about.
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