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Bossed into panties - Part 5 Chapter 14 The Big Day At long last, Peter and Debbie's wedding day had arrived. The sun was out and it was a bright, crisp morning, if a little breezy. Peter and his best man Tim, had spent most of the previous night drinking and talking about old times and after a couple of hours sleep were rushing to get ready. Peter was cursing as he struggled with his kilt when the doorbell rang. "OK, I'll get it" Tim announced and ran downstairs to open the door. "Jan! What the hell are you doing here" he asked, admiring the attractive young girl in her long flowing bridesmaids dress. "Shouldn't you be at the church?" She stepped in. "Well I just popped over to give this to Peter," she replied handing him a small bag. "Oh? Must be important," he suggested, glancing inside. "My God, what's this," he chuckled as he caught sight of something lacy. Next thing, he was holding a pair of extremely frilly ladies panties, in a pretty shade of pink. "Oh yeah, and what's he going to do with these?" he laughed. "They're Debbie's, but she wants Peter to wear them today." "You what? You're kidding me," he roared. "Ssssh, not so loud. No, I'm serious. It's just Debbie having a little bit of a laugh that's all," she said quietly. "Yeah well she's certainly having a laugh. She must be off her head! There isn't a cat in hell's chance you'll get him wearing these," he replied. "Um, well I don't know. He might... if you encourage him," she suggested with a smile. "Me? Jesus, well why the hell would I do that? He's a mate... and these would make any bloke look a right jessie. Just look at them! What are they like?" "What do you mean? They're gorgeous. I wish mine were as pretty as that," she replied, as a crafty idea came to mind. "Mine are kind of longer... this sort of length," she indicated with a hand positioned just below the top of her thigh. "Oh... boxers!" he joked. "Ha ha! No, they're not exactly boy's underwear," she smiled, and began to lift the hem of her long dress. Tim's eyes bulged as he watched her reveal a long white petticoat underneath, decorated with white lace and blue ribbons. She then raised the petticoat and he found himself staring at a pair of shapely thighs, clad in sheer nylon stockings, held up by a lacy white suspender belt. His eyes were glued to her legs. "Well, what do you think?" she smiled, raising the petticoat further, until it was at waist level. "Oh my God...." he drooled, mesmerised by the sight of a pair of glistening french knickers in pale peach satin, with pretty lace edging. He swallowed hard. She took a step closer and pressed the panties against his kilt. "Yes, well... I'm sure you'd like to try and help, wouldn't you?" she enquired, slipping a hand under the hem of his kilt. He coughed and returned the smile as she found his manhood. "Mmmm, who's a big boy then?" she giggled, stroking his cock. "I could get to know this a lot better.... if you just do this little thing for me," she teased. "It's not much to ask, is it?" He was breathing heavily. "Yeah but I don't see how I'm going to get him to wear panties for God's sake, specially those ones? I mean... they're totally embarrassing!" "Listen, you don't understand. He's got a thing about ladies lingerie. Debbie told us the other night when she got drunk. Apparently, she often makes him wear her panties when they do it. Of course, he'll deny it, won't he? Just tell him it's an old wedding tradition, he'll never know. He'll listen if you tell him. Go on, I know you can do it," she encouraged, stroking up and down his stiffening cock. "Well.... well..... I'll try... but I can't promise," he said breathlessly. "Goooood boy. I had a feeling I could rely on you.... and you know I'll make it worth your while." She smiled, leaving him with a bulge in the front of his kilt, and in no doubt about how she would reward him. Tim shut the door behind her and climbed the stairs. "Who was that?" Peter asked, still struggling with the kilt. "Oh... just someone dropping off a package for you," he replied, handing him the plastic bag. "It's from Debbie." Peter glanced inside and made a face. "Now don't get upset. She wants you to wear them.... as a token of your love... you know what girls are like with all that romantic tosh." Peter opened the bag. "What! What's she sent these over for" he stammered, realising they were the panties Sylvia had told Debbie she'd make for him. "Bloody hell! Well I'm not wearing them and that's it." Of course, he'd been expecting this to happen but he never thought they'd be quite so elaborate and girlish. "Oh come on mate, they're just a pair of girl's knickers for God's sake. It's a tradition, you must have heard about the groom wearing something of the bride's." "No, I don't think I have actually. Anyway, these are ridiculous... give her a ring and ask her what she's playing at, will you?" "Listen. I know loads of guys who've worn their girl's panties at their wedding. It's no big deal! They didn't make this sort of fuss about it, either. It's just a laugh for God's sake and no-one will know will they? Girls love all that soppy sentimental stuff. I tell you. If you wear these, she'll be all over you tonight... if not before." "Yeah, that's all very well for you to say. I bet you wouldn't wear them though." "Listen, if I had the chance of marrying that girl, and those tits.... I'd wear her bleeding dress to the wedding if she asked me, let alone her panties." Peter took a deep breath. "Well, I don't know," he wavered. "I'd feel a right prick, look at them," he said holding them at arms length. Deep down though, his head was in turmoil, as he longed to feel the heavenly satin around his loins. "Look I wouldn't mind but, just give her a ring and ask her for something less... less girlish, for God's sake." "Look, we haven't got time to mess around, we're late as it is. Lighten up will you. What's a matter? Afraid you'll get a hard-on in her panties eh, is that it?" he laughed, sensing he was on the home straight now. "Maybe it's not your first time in her underwear eh... turns you on does it?" he teased. "Oh do me a favour!" "Yeah I reckon that's it. You don't want me to see you getting all excited in a pair of frilly girl's panties, do you? Hey, how about a bra... and nice a pair of stockings, eh? Getting interested?" he roared. "OK, OK, cut it out will you? Listen, if anyone gets even the slightest wind of this, you're a dead man!" "Oh come on. I'm not going to tell anyone, am I? I'm your mate... I'm your best man for God's sake." Peter reluctantly stepped out of his underpants and held the panties open, visibly hesitating. "Come on, come on. We're late," Tim urged, wondering if he'd really go through with it. With his hands shaking, Peter nervously looked up, swallowed hard, and opened the waist of the pink panties before stepping carefully into them. Tim watched with amazement as his old school friend nonchalantly pulled the frilly panties up, as if he were pulling on a pair of boxers. 'He's done this before', Tim smiled to himself. "Come on, hurry up Pete. Here, let me tie them for you," and he eagerly grabbed the dangling pink silk ribbons and tied them into a big bow behind. "See, not so difficult was it. Hey, they fit you really well... like they'd been made for you," he laughed. "Whoagh, you look really cute in panties, mate! I could quite fancy you in these," he laughed out loud, having a quick grope of Peter's quivering bottom with one hand and searching for his penis with the other. "Look, fuck off you stupid sod!" Peter shouted angrily, pushing him away in disgust. "This is bad enough, without you acting like a total jerk." With the panties in place, Peter straightened his kilt and they started out for the church, knowing they were at least ten minutes behind schedule. The bride's car had already arrived and was on its second circuit when the boys pulled up outside the church. The bridesmaids crowded round. "You're late, where have you been?".... "Ooooh, nice legs Pete.".... "Look at their furry sporrans, I must have a feel.".... "They look really cute in their skirts, don't they girls?" They laughed, as they tried to snatch the hem of the kilts. Jan was generally fussing over Peter, tucking his shirt neatly into the waist of his kilt, and he didn't pay much attention when she busied herself behind his back for a moment. "OK, you're all set then," she told him, urging them to hurry up. "Debbie's furious, they've been driving round for ages. Come on get a move on and get into the church." They hurried inside, composed themselves for a moment and then walked sedately, if a little self consciously up the aisle. As they passed each row of the congregation, there were a few sniggers, muffled laughter and a lot of flash photography, but the organ music effectively drowned everything out. The vicar met them at the altar and had a few quiet words whilst the entire congregation whispered and giggled in the background. In the meantime, Debbie had arrived and was waiting nervously at the back of the church. Peter glanced back toward his bride and smiled. She looked radiant, standing with her father at the end of the aisle. She looked absolutely stunning in her beautiful dress with its enormous, full skirt. As she stepped forward, she lifted the hem a little, revealing a multitude of frothy white lace edged petticoats underneath. The organ struck up the bridal march and she walked very slowly up the aisle, holding tightly onto her father's arm. Peter nearly swooned. What a sight, she was a vision in pure glistening white satin. White... the colour of innocence... the colour of purity... the colour of virginity. Her anxious smile was partially obscured under the frothy white veil but Peter seemed more interested in what she was wearing. It was the prettiest wedding dress he'd ever seen, simply stunning: Ivory silk-satin, full skirted, with a low scooped neckline that daringly revealed her d?colletage. Big puffy sleeves edged with exquisite French lace were gathered at the elbow with pink ribbon bows, and the lightly boned bodice was accented with beaded lace flower appliqu?s before falling to her slender, nipped-in waist. Then from the waistline, the long flowing satin skirt with its double tulle overlay was elaborately decorated with matching lace flowers. It flared out at an exaggerated angle, obviously supported underneath by a mass of swishing petticoats that created a sweeping affect along the stone floor. The skirt was so vast, it swirled suggestively around her father's legs and appeared to fill the aisle, the frou-frou motion sweeping against the pews, and the rustling silky satin brushing sensuously over those lucky enough to be occupying the aisle seats. Peter wondered just how many layers there might be in a petticoat that could made a skirt stand out like that. He had no doubt he'd find out later on! Yes, he felt like the luckiest man in the world. He glanced around the congregation sensing the women all staring at his bride, green with envy at the sight of her in that stunning dress... whilst their husbands and boyfriends played with their hands in their pockets, fantasising about the delights that lay beneath... and who could blame them! In fact, it was a good job the women couldn't read their partner's minds because the majority of them were not just idly speculating what she was wearing underneath. Some of them were actually visualising the bride on her wedding night, stepping out of her gown and parading around the honeymoon suite in her virginal white satin lingerie. They may have been in church, that most holy of places, but they were having the most unholy of thoughts.... thoughts of the bride kneeling on the bed, plump unfettered breasts filling their palms, and her bottom thrust in the air, with tightly stretched panties outlining her moist perfumed sex as she awaited.... her wedding night fulfilment! Apart from Debbie's father, the only other man in that church who definitely wasn't fantasising about the bride... was the bridegroom. For at that precise moment Peter was dreaming, not about his sexy bride, but her gorgeous dress. He was secretly wishing that it was him inside that most feminine of creations. He would have given anything to be walking down that aisle as the bride, skirts rustling and swaying, the focus of everyone's attention, both male and female! In fact he was still day dreaming when he realised something wasn't quite right. Debbie seemed to be trying to get his attention... and the smile on her face had disappeared. Both Debbie and her father looked aghast. It was only once they reached the altar that she was finally able to whisper in Peter's ear. His face quickly drained of all colour, then dramatically changed to pale pink before turning bright red. His expression was one of sheer panic. He reached behind and.... she was right.... oh shit! The hem of his kilt was caught up in the waistband. He looked up and saw Jan's smiling face. The cow! "Oh fuck!" he muttered as he felt himself burning up. The vicar looked up in surprise, still unsure what the problem was. The dreaded panties, those bridal panties. They'd been on show to the entire congregation... his relatives... Debbie's family.... all their friends... the photographer.... the video man... the local press... even a few curious passers by, who'd found empty seats at the back. EVERYONE!! There was no doubt they would all have seen the elaborate pink satin panties, carefully tied at the back with a large ribbon bow by his best man. He immediately yanked the hem of his kilt down amid a ripple of laughter behind him. One or two of the younger men even applauded. The whole scene had naturally been captured on the official video, as well as numerous photos. Everyone who had taken a camera along that day had managed to capture that precious moment. For years to come, he would have to re-live this shameful event. It was one of those life defining moments that no-one who was present would ever forget. They would naturally remind him of it at every opportunity, and it was something he'd have to live with every time the video was shown or photos were brought out. Then there was the local paper, goodness knows what would appear in that! In fact, it was the kind of story that might even make the national press, whilst the video would probably end up on one of those awful TV programmes of wedding howlers! From that moment, Peter's face flushed red through the entire ceremony and he made a complete mess of his words as he struggled to concentrate through the feelings of utter shame. He was thankful when they were able to leave the church and get away from the scene of the crime. He could barely concentrate as the photographer made them pose outside for photos and he found it nigh impossible to smile, especially when everyone decided that the watch word was not cheeeeese... but panties! Peter found himself checking all the time that his kilt wasn't blowing in the wind, and that nothing was visible underneath. During the short drive to the hotel for the reception, Debbie burst into tears. Peter told her it was her own stupid fault and that made her cry even more. As they reached the hotel, she ran inside to find her mother, leaving Peter to face the ridicule of his friends and the first of many, tedious jokes. Chapter 15 Reception slip-up "There, there." Debbie's mother put her arms around her blubbing daughter and tried her best to console her. The bridesmaids too, were all gathered round to offer words of comfort. "It must be awful for you Debbie," Jan said sympathetically. "Still, I suppose it could be worse couldn't it? I mean, supposing they'd been another girl's panties.... and at least you could only see his bottom. Just imagine if we'd been able to see his... you know what.... now that would have been really gross." Jan tried to hide a smile as her comments set Debbie wailing again. "I just can't understand what he thought he was doing" Debbie's mother added. "It's bad enough he was wearing panties.... but to have them on display!" Deep down though, she felt a tinge of guilt as she remembered the night she'd dressed Peter in her own panties, and it was praying on her mind that it might just have had something to do with it. "Come on darling, it's not your fault, and there's nothing we can do about it now. You never know. Maybe, in time, we'll all be able to look back and have a jolly good laugh about it." Though laughter was the last thing on Debbie's mind at that moment. Another person who certainly wasn't amused, was Debbie's father. He was absolutely furious. He'd never been so humiliated in all his life and was busy telling anyone who'd listen. Stuart, his son, was also raging. "Leave it to me Dad. I'll find him and sort him out, don't worry." He strode off with a couple of his friends, on the warpath. Meanwhile, Peter had been given a message to go straight up to his mother's room. He knew he was in trouble but at least it was better than having to stand around downstairs listening to everyone's stupid comments. He opened the door to his mother's room to the sound of excited female chattering. He was surprised to find his Auntie Joan, her daughter Jane, and his younger sister Anne there as well. "About time," his mother scolded, "you'd better sit down." The room went quiet and he knew it was serious. His sister had a big grin on her face as he pulled up a chair next to her. "Well, what have you got to say for yourself?" "Me? What?" he replied innocently, with a sheepish look on his face. "Oh for goodness sake, don't pretend you don't know. I've never been so humiliated in all my life. What on earth possessed you to wear LADIES PANTIES under that kilt? Is it some kind of joke?" Anne couldn't help herself and burst into laughter before putting her hand to her mouth. Her mother glared at her. "Debbie's father was absolutely livid and rightly so. Everyone's talking about it. I didn't know where to hide my face, still don't. We're the laughing stock, all of us, do you realise that? Well?" His face was bright red. "Look, look it's... it's... no big deal.... it's... er... just one of those old wedding traditions. Apparently.... um.... the groom wears something of the bride's..... um... and all the guys are doing it now.... well.... at least..... so I'm told," he stumbled "I don't believe I'm hearing this! So, they're Debbie's panties are they? Oh my God!.......you know what that means?" "What?" he asked, naively. "They're Debbie's bridal panties. That's what you're wearing, aren't you?" "Um... well no.... I..." "That poor girl," she interrupted him. "She must have been mortified when you asked her for them." "What?....no I never..." "Did you hear that Joan, he's wearing her bridal panties," she interrupted him again. "Well I have to say, I just knew they were bridal panties the moment I saw them, Doris. I thought to myself, they're far too fussy, too lacy, and too frilly to be anything else. My God, my own nephew wearing his wife's bridal panties, and not content with that, he ends up showing them off to everyone else. He's not even embarrassed is he? Look at him. You'd think he'd be hiding his face in shame." "Poor Debbie," Anne agreed. "I can't imagine how I'd feel if my boyfriend wanted to wear my panties on our wedding day. No, I think that would be the end of it for me." Jane couldn't hold back any longer and burst into fits of teenage laughter. "It's not funny," her mother snapped and she immediately tried to suppress her sniggering. Peter's Aunt had never really liked him very much. She felt he'd always been a bit effeminate but blamed it on the father who'd walked out when the children were young, leaving Peter without a male influence in his life. In addition, there was also the time he'd stayed over one night, and she'd caught him in a pair of Jane's knickers. She'd never trusted him since that incident. "Have you ever heard of this thing he's talking about, Doris... this tradition rubbish?" Peter's mother shook her head. "Only... 'something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue' and that's for the bride, of course. No, I mean it's customary for the bride to wear pretty lingerie isn't it... all girls want to look special when they get undressed, but not the groom.... for God's sake! Hmm, I take it you're not wearing any more of her lingerie?" she quizzed him, trying to peek up his kilt. "Oh for goodness sake" he sighed and pretended to look out of the window in a disinterested fashion. "Don't you look away when I'm talking to you, young man" his Mother shouted angrily. "This is your mess you know. Right! Well you'd better go straight to your room and change into your own underwear, you hear." "Um.... well.... I can't do that.... exactly." "AND WHY NOT?" she demanded. "My stuff isn't here yet. One of the guys is bringing our cases over later on." "Oh I don't believe I'm hearing this! Well you can't go back downstairs dressed like that. You've got to have the rest of the photos taken and it's blowing a gale out there. I'm not having you standing there with that kilt flying up and giving everyone another embarrassing display of those panties," she yelled. She thought for a moment. "Right, you listen to me young man. You'll have to wear a slip." "A what?.... you're joking!" "No, I'm certainly not joking," she said loudly, defying him to argue back. "A nice slip will at least hide those panties and lend a little modesty. Jane, Anne... do either of you have a spare one he can borrow?" "No, I only brought a few overnight things," his sister replied in a disappointed voice. The thought of her brother having to put on some of her underwear was almost too much to hope for. He'd never have lived it down. On the other hand, Jane had a beaming smile on her face. "Same here.... but I am wearing one," she said gleefully. "It would be the right length for that kilt as well." She didn't normally wear slips but she'd bought a nice new dress for the wedding and the pleated knee length floaty skirt needed more body underneath to help it hang properly. She'd been persuaded to buy the slip specially to go with it. Reaching for the hem of her dress she asked, "What do you think?" and raised it as far as her waist to show them. "Oh, what a darling waist petticoat. Isn't that gorgeous?" Anne commented, examining the hem with it's half inch of delicate lace edging. It was diaphanous from the waistband to mid thigh, then several layers of soft gathered chiffon edged in white lace, puffed out the lower half. It was just enough to give the skirt some fullness without being over the top. "Pretty isn't it?" Jane teased him. "It'll make your kilt stand out a little but I don't think anyone will notice, and it will hide those panties a bit." "It'll be perfect for him," Anne agreed. "That's really nice of you, Jane." Peter's mother thanked her niece. The two older women looked at each other and smiled. "That's sorted then," his mother said, looking pleased with herself. Peter didn't really take their comments in. He was mesmerised by the sight of his cousin's tiny pink panties under the slip, until he suddenly realised the gravity of the situation. "Look, I'm not wearing it and don't think it," he announced, but Jane was already stepping out of her underwear. She held the slip up and pulled the waistband open for him. "No, no... no way!" he repeated. "Peter!" his mother growled. He looked up at her with genuine fear in his eyes. For some reason he'd always found it difficult to stand up to her. She'd always been strict with him and every time she spoke, he felt like a naughty little boy. It had always been that way, ever since his father had left. "Peter! Get it on this instant. You're not too old to go over my knee for a good spanking. I'm sure the girls would enjoy watching that... in fact I'll have them take those panties down and you'll get it on the bare bottom!" His sister gasped, then looked at him with a gleeful smirk, relishing the thought of lifting his kilt and removing the shameful pink panties. "Peter! The slip! On! NOW!" He looked at the frothy white confection his cousin was holding, and then at the three females. "But Mum....." he protested loudly. "I'm not going to tell you again! Put it on... or you'll go over my lap for a spanking... and then we'll all help to put it on for you. What's it to be?" With a big sigh, he gingerly put one foot inside.... and then the other, as Jane held the petticoat open for him. "Yes, that's a good little boy," she teased, as she began to shimmie it up his legs. Then, whispering in his ear, she added, "you've been in my panties haven't you... and now you're going to see what it's like to wear one of my slips." "Hey, let me help," Anne squealed and pulled at the hem of his kilt. "Oi get off," he yelled, pushing her away but she was straight back. "For goodness sake, we've all seen what you're wearing underneath. It's a bit late to act all shy now." He tried to push her away but she already had the kilt up round his waist as Jane slowly tugged the slip to the top of his thighs. Suddenly the girls burst into laughter again. They'd seen his panties from the back but now they were being treated to a full frontal view and they could see just how sheer they really were. "Oh look. Aren't they sweet, you can even see his little willy," Anne giggled. "My big brother in a pair of bridal panties... and we've all seen him in them.... how embarrassing for you Peter," and the two girls cracked up. Jane now had the slip round his waist, and just as he'd been able to see HER panties through it, they were now able to see HIS, together with his penis tucked sweetly inside. They pulled the kilt down and arranged it over the slip, with Anne making sure that the lacy hem was just showing a little at the back. "That's better," his mother commented. "You'd better get downstairs now, they'll be looking for you for the photos." And he quickly left. Doris caught sight of a flash of white lace at the hem of her son's kilt as he left the room and was about to say something but decided against it. "Anne... did you leave that slip showing on purpose?" she asked her daughter. "Oh Mum! Would I do a thing like that?" she smiled. "Hmmm, well leave it for now, but make sure you sort it out next time you see him." Peter had no sooner left his mother's room, than he bumped into Stuart and his friends. "Oh look. It's the big poof that likes wearing girl's underwear." "Oh jeez, look it's not what you think." "No kidding! Well you'd better come with us. You've got some explaining to do, sissyboy." They took him to Stuart's room and shut the door. "Well... what have you got to say?" "Look, it was Debbie's idea, you ask her." "I did. She says they're her panties alright but she didn't know you were going to wear them, or that you were going to show the whole world you were wearing them. Our whole family has been made to look ridiculous. After all the money my parents spent on this wedding, this is the way you repay them, you asshole!" "Look, I'm not taking any more of this shit, out of my way," Peter demanded and headed for the door. But his exit was barred and the boys manhandled him back into the room. "Over that chair," Stuart instructed, and they pushed him head first over a big armchair and held him down. His kilt rode up a few inches and immediately the glimpse of white lace attracted Stuart's attention. "What the fuck...." he mumbled, grabbing the bottom of the kilt. "Jesus Christ, look at this, he's wearing a girl's slip as well!" "Look, that's not my fault either. It belongs to my cousin... my Mother insisted I....." SLAP.... SLAP. "Owwww." "Shut the fuck up, you pathetic piece of shit," Stuart spat, bringing his hand down hard across his buttocks. The delicate and transparent fabric of the petticoat afforded no protection at all as Stuart targeted his aim at the pink panties visible beneath. SLAP.... SLAP.... SLAP. The kilt and the slip were then turned up over his back, exposing the shameful bridal panties. "Fuck me! Look at these! They're wide open at the back. Is that so your boyfriend can get in there without you having to take them off? You pervert. I'll show you what happens to gay boys who like to dress up in fucking sexed up panties. They get their fucking asses filled," and he flipped up the front of his kilt. "Look. This is what you wear under your kilt if you're a real man." Peter sheepishly turned his head and witnessed the fact that Stuart wasn't wearing any underwear. He had a fine looking set of male equipment and all of a sudden it was heading for Peter's ass. Ignoring the bridegroom's cry for help, Stuart eased his cock through the convenient panty opening and guided his manhood into Peter's bottom, making him cry out with pain. One of the boys stuffed a gag into his mouth as Stuart pushed his cock deep inside his new brother-in-law's taut channel. "This is what you fairy boys like isn't it? You never really wanted to make love to my sister. You want it up the ass, don't you? You're a gay- boy, admit it!" Peter kicked and struggled as Stuart sawed into him, pausing to spank each buttock hard, in between each thrust. "Look at that ass, all soft and plump, just like a girl's. And he's like all girls, never satisfied until they've got a big cock to squirm around on. Isn't that right gay-boy? Yeah look at him, he's loving it." Stuart continued to let Peter experience both the sting of his palm and the force of his cock, as he tore into him. "And you needn't think you're getting anywhere near my sister tonight either. There's a room full of guys downstairs who'd give their right arm to give her one on her wedding night... and that's what's going to happen if I've got anything to do with it. She's going to be well satisfied tonight... by a real man, not some gay-boy." Stuart went at it like a man possessed and eventually spent his load, leaving Peter, limp, humiliated and shattered. On their way back downstairs, he bumped into Jan. "Have you seen Peter, Debbie's looking for him. The photographer's been waiting for ages," she said. "He'll be down in a minute, he's just er.... powdering his nose. Actually, I meant to have a word with you, Jan. I don't know what you think, but quite frankly I was shocked by what I saw from Peter today. Did you know he was gay?" "Oh well, I've heard some rumours but I thought that's all they were," she replied. "And Debbie doesn't suspect?" he asked. "No. She seems a bit blinkered to me. I don't think she's had a lot of experience with guys, has she?" "No, you're right there. Poor kid. I guess someone will have to break the news to her though, she deserves to know but I can't bring myself to do it, not on her wedding day." "God no. How awful," Jan agreed. It's just that.... well I can't see her getting much of a wedding night with that gay-boy... if you know what I mean," he added with a smile. "She deserves a decent wedding night after all that's happened today. I was just wondering if there was anything we could do? I mean I'd hate to think of her lying there all night, feeling empty and frustrated. Tonight of all nights." Jan smiled. This was perfect. She never dreamed she'd get Debbie's brother on side. "Well, I have got an idea... but no. No, you wouldn't like it." "Try me. She's my kid sister and I'm really worried about her." "Well... oh no, I don't think I should." "Come on. Tell me. I won't be shocked." "Well.... there is this guy. He's really nice. He works in our office and I know he fancies the pants off Debbie, he's always asking her out." "Yeah? What's he like? Does she like him?" "Well, after a few drinks one night, she told me she thought he was really cute.... um well no, what she actually said was that he had a great ass, and she'd got the hots for him, and would give anything for a shag. Sorry if you're a bit shocked" she blushed. "But then Peter asked her to marry him and she never did anything about it. Shame, I know he still fancies her. I bet if I gave him a call, he'd be round here like a shot." "Well that's the answer then. Ring him up immediately. Is there anything I can do to help?" "Well it would be useful if we could get him into Debbie's room." "No problem," he replied, handing her the spare key he'd used earlier. She thanked him, and he went off with his mates, muttering something about relief that his sister would be taken care of on her special night. Jan quickly found Sylvia and the other girls and updated them on her discussion with Debbie's brother and that they now had a way into the bridal suite. "That's perfect," Sylvia laughed. "Even her family are on our side now." They were interrupted by Tim, Peter's best man. "Um can I have a word Jan?" and he took her to one side. "I thought I was on a promise today?" "Oh," she laughed. "I nearly forgot. Yes, you were a good sport. Don't worry, you'll get your reward." "Good, I'd like it right now then," he said and led her out the room and away from her friends. "Look, I don't want some quickie in the broom cupboard, you know. What sort of girl do you think I am?" She thought for a moment. "Listen, I've got the keys to Debbie's room, come on." "Wow, look at this," Tim said jumping onto the huge four poster canopied bed. Directly above him was a giant mirror. "Jesus, I didn't know Pete was so kinky." "Actually, the hotel and this room were my choice. Debbie asked me to make all the arrangements and I had to look for another venue after the original place they chose, cancelled. There's also a huge jacuzzi bath in the en-suite, and if you look carefully," she said pointing to the drapes above the bed, "you can just see a small camera. It cost me a lot of favours to get that rigged up but I thought they might like to remember their special night." Tim laughed. "A camera? You're kidding me," he said taking a closer look. "Shit, you're right. Now that is kinky, taking photos on your wedding night." "Not photos exactly," she replied, pointing to a discreet switch behind the bed. "It's a video camera, with remote control. Press that button and we could appear on the beginning of their film." "No shit! Bloody hell! You're quite a girl. He must have been mad giving you up for that stuck up little bitch. Nice tits of course... but not much else in my opinion." He lay back on the bed and relaxed. "Yeah, I could get used to this" he smiled, looking at his reflection. "What happens next then?" Jan lifted the hem of her long dress and climbed up onto the bed. She crawled along until she was sitting on top of him and arranged her voluminous skirts and frothy petticoats around him until he was completely enveloped. "Just relax and I'll show you," she purred. She reached underneath the dress, dragged his kilt above his waist and lightly sat down again. His cock was already starting to react to her attention and this time she could feel it pressing into her, underneath. "Mmmm, is that nice?" she giggled, sliding her bottom back and forth over his growing manhood. "Holy shit," he replied. "Don't tease me, for God's sake." She gathered her skirts and inched forward until she was sitting on his chest with her petticoats bunched up in front of his face. Her creamy white thighs encased in their taut nylon stockings were so close that the little suspender clips pressed into his cheeks. With her knees either side of his head, she raised herself up above him and spread her skirts out, completely enveloping his head in the white lace petticoats. It was dark, but not so dark that he couldn't make out her satin panties above. He clearly remembered the peach coloured french knickers she's shown him earlier that day. They were no more that a few inches from his face and he could smell her perfume on them. She seemed to hover there for a moment, the lace edging round the legs tickling his nose. Then she slowly sat down on his face, making sure that his nose and lips were clamped to her sweet smelling, satin covered pussy. "How's that? Nice and comfie?" she asked. Tim couldn't have answered even if he'd wanted to. She was resting lightly on his face, gently rubbing her satin panty crotch over his eager lips. His tongue snaked out and tested her swollen pussy through the glossy fabric. "Oooh" she cried, "oooh that's nice." While his tongue probed, she reached behind and found his cock. She massaged it up and down, feeling him growing into her fist all the time. She was getting very hot and very wet, and suddenly stood up to slip her panties off. This time, when she sat down again she made sure his cock was underneath her pussy. She teased him, rubbing her pussy lips gently up and down his truncheon as he moaned beneath her. Then she knelt up and positioned herself directly above his manhood, allowing his glans the most delicate of touches from her sex. He couldn't take any more and thrust upwards, trying to gain entry but she sat up in response. "Naughty," she teased. He repeated the manoeuvre and once again she sat up. "Very naughty," she smiled. Each time he thrust his weapon at her she sat up, teasing him mercilessly. He was desperate to enter her warm moist pussy and now he was begging her. "Well, alright then," she relented and lowered herself onto the tip of his cock. She gasped as the hard glans slid inside her warm moist lips but that was all she allowed him. "Come on... please," he begged her, as the tight lips of her pussy clasped the end of his cock. With a wicked smile, she slowly began to clench and release the very tip, teasing the hell out of him. Then she sighed, relaxed, and lowered herself onto him, filling her oily pussy until she had fully impaled herself on his rigid member. "Mmmm, you're definitely my best man tonight aren't you?" she laughed, and slowly began to ride up and down his shaft. "Oh Christ," he muttered. He loved it when a girl rode him. His eyes closed. ... until he felt something very soft. She was running her panties over his face. He could smell her perfume again and thrust into her with more vigour. "Do you like my panties?" she asked. "They're very silky, very sensual. You like the feeling of them don't you? Maybe we should try them on you and see how they feel....mmm? After all, the groom is wearing the bride's panties, so the best man really ought to be wearing the bridesmaid's," she laughed. Tim was too far gone to speak and suddenly jerked uncontrollably before lying back, breathless. Jan kept riding him until she reached her own climax and fulfilled her promise. She climbed off him and they lay quietly, regaining their breath. "We'd better go," she said, "they'll be up here soon. Remember now, if you'd like to try them...." she laughed, hitching her skirts up and pulling the panties back on under her dress. Before they left, she just had time to take something from her handbag and tuck it inside one of Debbie's cases. "Right let's go," she said and they closed the door behind them. Chapter 16 Wedding night offensive Peter carried his new bride into the bridal suite but had to squash her voluminous dress to get it through the doorway. He thought he'd never get away from the nightmare of the wedding reception. At least it was all behind him now and he could start to relax. He gently let Debbie slide from his arms. She was more than a little drunk and left her arm trailing round his neck for support. "We're alone darling... at last," she giggled, "I can have my wicked way with you now," she slurred, grabbing the hem of his kilt. "Ooooh, you're such a naughty boy," she squealed, lifting the kilt to his waist, "wearing my panties... and showing everyone. Such a naughty little boy.... hey just a minute, what's this? You're wearing a slip! For God's sake, what on EARTH are you doing wearing a slip? It's not mine so where did it come from?" "It's... it's Jane's," he replied. "Jane? Who's Jane?" "My cousin, Jane," he explained sheepishly. "What?" she fumed. "Well.... Mum insisted I wear it. She said it would hide the panties." "Your Mum? Oh really Peter! So, your Mummy wanted you to wear a slip... and I suppose you let your Mummy dress you in it, too." "No, of course not. Jane put it on for me... with help from my sister... I mean.... hey listen.... it wasn't my idea. Mum was livid, and I didn't have my case here... so I couldn't change out of the panties.... and she insisted I cover them up... and my sister Anne wasn't wearing a slip... neither was my Aunt... but Jane was wearing this one under her dress... and she said it was the right length and would help my kilt to hang nicely... and Mum said it would be better than....." "My God, now your entire family are involved in dressing you up as a girl. What have I married? It's bad enough that you're wearing panties under that... that... skirt. Whatever next?" He looked shamefaced and shifted from one foot to another. "For God's sake Peter, what are you like? You'll be wanting my wedding dress next," she said angrily. His eyes welled up, as if he might burst into tears at any moment. " holding up her voluminous skirts. "Do you want me to dress you up in my bridal gown? And I suppose you'd like all the pretty lingerie that goes underneath.... mmm?" His head hung low in shame. "You know, there's nothing quite like a wedding dress to make you feel all girly and feminine," she taunted him, showing off her stockinged legs and the lacy suspenders. "Oh yes Peter, you'd love all the pretty lingerie and I promise I'd make you into such a pretty bride. Just think, you'll have all the boys chasing you then, won't you? Pretty, pretty Peter, my blushing virgin bride! Right, that's settled then. We'll put you into my wedding dress, all the frillies underneath, and then we'll find you a nice boy for your wedding night. What do you think?" Her face suddenly clouded over as the teasing came to an abrupt halt. "Next thing you'll be wanting me to get on top and shag you as well." "Debbie... for God's sake!" "Well, that's what some perverts do. I've read about it. They like to be tied up and taken up the ass by a woman." Peter was blushing as profusely as any young bride, as Debbie continued to taunt him. "Well don't get any ideas sweetie... I'm not doing it! Jesus, no wonder Daddy was so pissed, you should have heard him," she said with a serious look. Suddenly, she relaxed and lightened up a bit. "Actually, I thought it was rather neat," she laughed. "I mean, there aren't many girls that could get their husband wearing frilly bridal panties to their wedding, and I'm going to have ALL the photos AND the video to prove it, aren't I! You're going to owe me for this, darling.... BIG TIME!" she laughed, as she realised she could turn the situation to her advantage. She moved a little closer and touched him lightly through the thin buttery silk. He gasped as she began fondling his manhood. "I think you rather like your bridal panties don't you darling, and do you see all the pretty ribbon bows down the front?" He hadn't particularly noticed them before. She gently tugged and released the first bow with a teasing smile, "One..... two..... three..... four." He hadn't realised they undid, and now there was a neat little opening down the front of his panties. "Oooh aren't I naughty, I've undone your panties darling. What shall I do now, mmmm?" He stiffened as her hand disappeared inside. She found his penis, prised it out and stroked him gently. "There it is. It's been hiding from me inside your panties hasn't it?" "Now, I'm going to have a nice long bath sweetheart, and change into something more comfortable. When I get back I want to see this little soldier standing to attention, and ready to do its duty, you hear. Either that, or you're going to spend your wedding night watching someone else screwing your bride." He looked shocked. "Well, I'm desperate for a shag darling and there's this really gorgeous looking hunk downstairs who's been chatting me up all evening. I know he'd be up here like a shot if you're not up to it. It's your choice!" He looked at her with a very worried look. "Well, I did warn you... remember," she threatened. "I know. It's just... just that you sound so.... earthy!" "It's that time of the month darling. I'm at my most fertile and it always makes me feel so randy." She actually felt a little sorry for him and she wasn't going to mention it on her wedding night, but it just seemed to come out. "Look, I know you're very gentle and caring, darling, and I do love you sweetheart, really. It's just... well it's just that I have these feelings sometimes.... kind of fantasies I suppose. I wasn't going to tell you but...." "Fantasies?" "Mmmm," she said dreamily, closing her eyes. "I visualise this big muscular guy.... a big hunky black man.... he's on top of me... pinning me down. I'm trying but I can't seem to push him off.... he's too strong.... he's pushing my legs apart and.... oooh, he's forcing his big cock into me... screwing me hard... calling me a whore.... telling me I love it. Then he gets me on all fours.... he's prising my cheeks apart... oooh I feel such a slut... he's pushing his cock in to my..... oh darling, he's taking me up the ass... we're like two dogs mounting each other.... oooh it's all so filthy," she panted fervently. Peter was staggered. She was breathless and a hot flush was spreading over her elegantly made-up, perspiring face. He'd never seen her like this before. "Um... yes I see" he muttered weakly. She started to regain her composure. "Sorry if I shocked you darling. It's just that sometimes, well sometimes I don't want all the romantic preliminaries. Sometimes, I just need to be FUCKED. You do understand, don't you darling?" Before he could think of something sensible to say, she leaned over and whispered tenderly in his ear. "You know what, sweetheart? Tonight's one of those nights... when I'm absolutely gagging for it. I feel like a slut, a dirty little whore that deserves nothing better than to be well and truly fucked.... maybe even taken up the ass. No messing, just shafted with a nice big cock. Well," she sighed, "at least now you know." "Yes... right then," he said, still looking shocked. "If it's a good hard fuck you need.... well that's what you shall have," he said, hopefully. "Good. I'll even let you watch one of those dirty movies on the TV while I'm having my bath if that helps to put you in the mood. And... I'll also let you wear your frilly bridal panties when you take me to bed. Oh, yes that's better isn't it? How would you like to make love to your bride, wearing your very own bridal panties, does that sound interesting...hmmm? You can't say I'm not trying to help, can you? Now then, no playing with this while I'm away," she said, tucking his penis back inside the panties and re-tying the ribbons. "Just keep telling yourself... she's a filthy little whore and when she comes to bed... I'm going to untie these pretty ribbons.... take my big cock out of my frilly bridal panties.... and give her a damned good seeing-to... a right royal fucking. Oooh I can't wait," she giggled. "Anyway, you wait till you see what I'm going to be wearing to bed for you. It's very short, very frilly, and very see-through," she giggled, "and there are little panties to match. Imagine my lovely big titties, and my warm soft pussy, waiting for you in that! Now, if that doesn't give you a hard-on, I don't know what will," she laughed. "Give me half an hour to make myself irresistible and I'll be back to receive the biggest cock, and the hardest ride a bride has ever had," she whispered and gave him a sloppy kiss. Peter watched her quickly discard her bridal gown and strip out of the lingerie which she left in an untidy trail across the floor. On route to the bathroom, she grabbed a glass of champagne and something flimsy and frilly from her suitcase. Then, with her naked breasts bouncing nicely, she disappeared next door in a fit of giggles. He waited for her to run the water and the sound of her getting in the bath. She must be drunk, he thought... he hoped! In any event, he urgently needed to do something to put some life back into his manhood, and thankfully, the most potent remedy he could think of was staring him right in the face. He lifted the long flowing gown. It was exquisite. He held it close, enjoying her perfume, running his hands across the slippery silk and delicate lace. He'd never been this close to a wedding dress. It was so feminine, so girlish... so right for him! He slipped out of his clothes, including his cousin's slip and the pink bridal panties, and held the shiny satin dress against his skin. Goosebumps spread over his entire body and amazingly, his penis began to thicken. He then grabbed everything else she'd innocently abandoned. His heart pounded as he slipped his feet into the sheer white panties. They were the same as the pink ones he'd been wearing, only smaller, and they barely contained his manhood. He tied the ribbons into a bow at the back just above the peek-a-boo opening, and felt his cock straining the ribbon bows at the front. The matching garter belt fastened round his waist and he fed the straps down through the panties and attached the ribbon trimmed clips to the sheerest of silk bridal stockings with their deep band of lace around the top. He was elated. He now had an erection to fill the panties and he pulled the lacy blue garter up onto his thigh and threaded his arms into the white satin basque. It too, was decorated with lots of silky ribbon and lace. He had to work hard to stretch it round his chest and tie the ribbons down the front. It took his breath away but had the effect of pushing his flesh up into the vast lacy cups, warm and bulging from their attempt to contain Debbie's enormous breasts, and immediately gave him the feminine profile he wanted for the dress. The huge bouffant petticoat was next. It stood unsupported on the carpet exactly where she'd stepped out of it. He pulled the ribbon waist ties apart and stepped inside. He merely had to hitch it up a few inches to his waist and tie it behind. It was vast, stretching out around him, layer upon layer of crisp frilly netting, adorned with the prettiest of lace that tickled his stockinged thighs. He came over quite faint and had to steady himself as he finally stepped into her heavenly dress. It was an understandable reaction for any young man about to pull on his first bridal gown... his wife's bridal gown... on his wedding night! Unfamiliar with the volume of petticoats, Peter forgot they'd all have to fit inside the skirt. It would have been a lot easier to start again and pull the dress over his head but he was determined not to waste any more time, and squeezed the yards and yards of frilly material inside the dress and wrestled the zip up at the back. Finally the veil and headdress were in place and through the gauze like material he was able to look at the beautiful blushing bride staring back at him in the mirror. He nearly fainted. At that very moment, all he wanted was to be as pretty as a bride on her special day. He wanted to be like Debbie gliding down the aisle. He wanted to be girlish, demure and flirtatious, all at once. He wanted to be admired, desired and lusted after by all those men. He wanted.... well, what he really wanted was to act the sweet, submissive virgin bride on her wedding night, in the arms of a big strong man. God, what was happening to him? He was experiencing the feelings that any young innocent bride might have on her wedding night. But he wasn't a bride... he wasn't even a girl... and these shameful feelings should have been taboo for any normal boy. He tried to calm down and forget his real identity. His eyes closed and he became absorbed into his very own bridal world. If only Debbie would dress him up, the way she'd threatened to. If only she'd take him to bed, the way she'd threatened to. If only she had a strap-on and would make love to him, the way she'd threatened to. If only..... Weak at the knees, he glided around the room in the huge dress, his long, silky sheathed thighs brushing teasingly together with each feminine step. With even the slightest of moves, the dress rustled noisily, the petticoats slipped dreamily around his silky thighs, and the suspenders tugged at his straining, whispering, stockings. Then there were the panties..... mmm those gorgeous silk panties, they were caressing his boyish masculinity into a frisson of exquisite girlish excitement. His face flushed very red and his breathing became short and laboured. He wondered whether a girl would feel this way when she dressed for her man in expensive, silky, sexy lingerie. Would she also feel this way when she slipped into a pretty wedding dress for her big day? Perhaps that was why Debbie had reacted the way she did, maybe it was a reaction to the clothes she was wearing. She was feeling hot and sexy... and no wonder! As he pondered all of these things, he sat down on the bed, studiously watching his every move in the mirror. It was like sitting on a huge plump cushion, a cushion of fluffy petticoats. The voluminous skirts spilling out around him, practically covered the bed. He ran his hands over the beautiful slipper satin, shimmering in the subdued light. He couldn't resist. He raised the dress a few inches, revealing the petticoats and the pink ribbon running through the lacy hem. His hand slipped up his silk stockinged legs. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander. He imagined that Debbie had gone down to fetch the good looking hunk she'd met downstairs. She'd brought him up to the bridal suite... their bridal suite, and mockingly showed off her pathetic husband, wearing her frilly dress. She raised the hem to prove to him that he was even wearing all her bridal lingerie. They both laughed and mocked him before she unashamedly began to snog and grope him right in front of Peter. It seemed obvious to him that they were going to make love but then she told the young man he'd have to service Peter first, before she'd let him fuck her. After all, she said, he was dressed as a bride and every bride needed a good seeing-to on her wedding night, even a sissy-boy bride. Peter imagined the young man forcing him to lie down on the bed. Then, kneeling down, he took Peter's ankles and placed them on his broad muscled shoulders. He would be able to see right up inside the dress, the yards of lacy petticoats, the sexy stockings, suspenders... and the pretty bridal panties, all soaked in Debbie's most expensive perfume. Strong, searching hands penetrated the layers. Peter started to protest, half heartedly resisting the incursion, but Debbie was quick to pin his arms to the bed whilst powerful male hands swept his weak objections aside, continuing their upward travel until the young man found what he was after.... the pretty panties.... and inside.... Peter's straining penis! There was no stopping him now. His head disappeared under the petticoats and Peter could feel the hot breath on his thighs... the ribbons of his panties.... urgently released.... his penis extracted.... fondled.... a feeling of something warm and wet... gripping firmly.... moving back and forth...... tasting and teasing. It was exquisite. Then he suddenly stopped. Peter watched in awe as the young man stripped off and stood before him, stark naked, his thick erect cock bobbing up and down. Debbie gasped and urged him on. She pulled Peter's skirts up round his waist, exposing all his lacy, sexy lingerie. Peter was still dreaming as he envisaged the young man climbing on top, pinning him down. "Oh my God. Debbie, what have you done?" Peter mumbled out loud. "Look at the size of him.... oh darling.... I can feel his massive cock.... so thick.... so hard.... and he's trying to get it inside me darling.... oh Debbie... darling.... I'm desperately trying to push him off.... but he's too strong.... oh Jesus.... he's trying to get his big cock into me... he's calling me a whore.... telling me I love it.... oh no, he's pushed me onto all fours.... he's prising my cheeks apart... oooh Debbie I feel such a slut... oh please, please help me darling.... I think he's going to fuck me..... I can't stop him now.... ooh, he's taking me up the ass... he's.... ooooh, he's fucking me, darling.... like two dogs mounting each other.... oooh it's all so filthy," he panted. Next door, Debbie was oblivious to all this as she gently sang to herself and relaxed with a glorious soak in the huge bath. It was just what she needed, time to unwind and get in the mood for the night ahead. She gave herself another five minutes, then dried herself with a fluffy towel and began to dress for bed. She looked at herself in the large mirror, wearing the special baby doll nightie Sylvia had made for her. God, it was sexy, Peter would have a fit, she laughed to herself. She heard the door open behind her. "Peter? That's very naughty. I'm not ready yet darling. I told you I ....." The sound of Debbie's voice grew louder as Sylvia, Jan and two of the other girls entered the bathroom. "What.... what the hell's going on?" Debbie gasped as she caught sight of them bursting through the door. She suddenly felt horribly naked in the sheer, gauze-like baby doll and put her hands to her breasts. "Well I AM the chief bridesmaid," Jan replied. "It's my duty to see you've got everything you need and to make sure you look your very best for your man, and that includes the wedding night," she laughed. "I'll give you five seconds to get out of here, then I'll... where's Peter?" Debbie said, looking flustered. "Oh, he's a bit tied up at present." "Right! If you're not all out of here this minute, I'll scream the place down" she threatened. "Go ahead... but when I made the booking for the hotel, I made sure I picked one where the honeymoon suite was fully soundproofed. I mean, it's not fair for other guests to have to listen to all that panting and grunting all night, is it?" she laughed, "so you can make as much noise as you bloody well like. No-one's going to hear." Debbie had had enough. She headed for the door but they anticipated the move and held her arms. "Not so fast sweetie, we haven't finished getting you ready for your husband yet have we? You need a bit of warming up, girl." She touched the hem of Debbie's nightie. "This is really cute isn't it? So transparent. You can see absolutely everything underneath, can't you girls? Just look at those tits, I can see why the guys can't keep their eyes off her chest." She cupped one of the large breasts in her hand. "I wonder what it's like having them bounce up and down every time you move" she laughed. "Yeah, you don't get many of those to the pound," one of the girls taunted, as Jan began to slowly caress Debbie's huge breasts through the thin, filmy nightie. Debbie's body froze from the touch of the uninvited hand. "GET OFF ME!" she spat. "Oh, what's a matter sweetheart, don't you like having your titties felt up then? There.... you see. Look at those nipples, they're starting to get all pink and perky aren't they?" "Get her tits out, Jan" Vicky urged. "Don't you dare!" Debbie warned her. Jan smiled, pulled down hard on the elasticated neckline of the nightie and hooked it neatly under her breasts. It had the effect of releasing the huge mammaries with their red, stiffening nipples and left them nicely supported and extremely vulnerable. "Oh yes, they're very big aren't they. What's it like having every guy constantly staring at them Debbie? You know they call you 'melons' don't you? I overheard a guy in Marketing the other day, joking about you wrapping your tits round his cock" she teased, gently playing with the nipples and sensing the quickening of Debbie's breathing. There was no doubt she was getting aroused despite all her protests, and Jan was looking forward to what was coming next. "STOP THAT. YOU FUCKING COW!" Debbie protested. Jan stood back in mock surprise. "Language! That's no way to speak to your chief bridesmaid. Never mind, I expect you're a little tense. Thinking about your big night eh? Well I've got a lovely wedding present to help you relax. Wait till you see this." Smiling at the poor girl, she lifted her long dress. The petticoats were sticking out at the front. Still smiling, she picked up the hem. Debbie saw she was wearing nylon stockings and a suspender belt but she couldn't believe what she saw next. "What the hell....?" Suddenly, she caught sight of it... a strap-on dildo. It was about ten inches long, jet black, thick blue veins and with a wide, bulbous, circumcised tip. It was just like the real thing. She'd seen vibrators but nothing like this. "What... what on earth is that" she gasped. "What do you think you're playing at?" "Oh I think you know what it is Debbie. Actually, we put it into your case for a laugh and guess what? We caught your naughty little husband playing with it when we walked in." "Well... he was probably wondering what the hell it was" she said defensively. "Don't think so. It was in his mouth and he was sucking on it just like a baby, wasn't he girls" Jan laughed. "I think he knows what it's for alright. I'll bet he was hoping you were going to use it on him tonight." "NO!" Debbie shouted. "Deep down, you know he'd enjoy it don't you? Come on, admit it, you'd like to take him up the ass with it. You're just a little afraid to acknowledge how you really feel, aren't you?" "Noooo," Debbie screamed again. Jan stepped a little closer and let Debbie feel it against her thigh. "It's one of those new silicone ones. Stiff yet pliable, just like the real thing eh? Nice length too," she said, stroking it up and down. "God, it feels better than the real thing," she laughed. Suddenly she took another step closer, bent her legs and then brought the dildo up into the bride's crotch. Debbie shrieked and tried in vain to pull away. Jan knew that the panties she was wearing were crotchless. She stared at Debbie as she quickly parted them, revealing her moist slit, and took great pleasure in easing the tip of the dildo into her vagina. Debbie grimaced and bit her lip. Jan smiled. The girl was already lubricating and it slid inside her pussy very easily indeed, despite her protests. "Get OFF me, you... you fucking bitch..." she demanded, as she felt Jan's crotch grind into her own. "Ooooh, oh my God." Jan had never really heard her swear before and it sounded funny. She merely smiled and began to slowly drive the dildo in and out, knowing the effect it would have on the frustrated and sex starved bride. "Mmmm, isn't that good sweetheart. Feel that inside you, it never goes soft either. See, it really is better! Well, better than your husband's anyway." The girls were having to hold Debbie up now. She was trying not to, but she was actually riding up and down with each of Jan's thrusts and with every upward penetration... she closed her eyes and moaned ever so softly. "Look at that, she likes it," one of them smiled. "Well, it's her wedding night and she's gagging for it, poor girl," Jan replied, feeding more and more of the mock penis into her. Debbie began breathing very rapidly. "OK, that's enough Jan. We don't want to spoil her big night do we?" Sylvia instructed. "Guess not," Jan replied with a tinge of disappointment. "OK then Debbie, let's go next door and see if your um... your stud of a husband... is ready for you shall we?" she laughed. They shoved her through the door with her heavy breasts jiggling up and down, still fully exposed above her nightie. Debbie suddenly stopped, her mouth open. Her husband of just a few hours was standing in the middle of the room, fully dressed in her bridal gown and veil. He was surrounded by a group of the girls from the office who were