Bossed Into Panties

by Karen Petties

   

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 a nice 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 décolletage. 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 appliqués 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. "Well? Is this what you want?" she demanded, 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 fluffing out the skirts and generally fussing over him. They'd even made up his face and given him luscious red lips, dark eye shadow, mascara and some blusher. It looked as if they'd used far too much blusher but it was difficult to say. Any man caught on his wedding night, wearing his bride's wedding dress and with his face prettily made-up, would quite naturally be mortified. Peter was no exception. His face was as red as a beetroot.

"Oh….. my…… God! Shit! What have they done to you?" she gasped.

"Not… what WE'VE done" Sylvia replied. "He was already dressed as the blushing bride when we came in, though I admit we helped a little with the make-up. It's not the first time either is it Peter?" She handed Debbie the photos of her husband in various states of undress… all very feminine of course.

"Bet you didn't know he was a trannie did you?" she quipped as Debbie flicked through the photos with a look of total bewilderment.

"Oh my God…. Oh my God" Debbie kept repeating, her massive breasts heaving up and down. "Where did he get all this stuff from… and that awful frilly dress?" she said, studying one of him in the little bridesmaids outfit.

"Well, he started asking me to make him stuff about six months ago" Sylvia lied convincingly. "After a couple of simple dresses, he wanted underwear, nighties, everything really. Then recently he gave me a photo of this little girl in a lovely frilly dress and sticky-out petticoats and asked if I could make one to fit him" she giggled. "Mind you, Jan says he's been wearing dresses for years. I'm surprised you didn't know about it."

Peter cut in. "For God's sake Debbie, she's lying. I can explain it all darling…. they made me and…. look…. they've tied my hands behind my back and …. and they've been blackmailing me and threatening and….. and…."

This time it was Debbie who cut him off. "Oh shutup. Don't tell me a few little girls managed to overpower you and force you into girls clothes against your will… you big sissy." She stepped forward and swept the skirt and petticoats up to his waist. "Oh God, my beautiful, precious lingerie!" She was disgusted to see that he was wearing every single item, including the expensive silk stockings and the lacy blue garter. It was only then that she noticed the tented panties. "You bastard!" she shouted and slapped him smartly round the face. "They forced you to have an erection as well I suppose?" Looking a little closer, she noticed the little tell-tale string hanging down from the panties. "Jesus Christ, what's that? Oh no! You've even got a tampon up there."

Before he could reply, Debbie staggered, as if she were about to faint. "Quick, get her a drink" Jan turned to one of the girls.

"I'll get her something" Sylvia offered and went over to the mini-bar. She returned with two glasses, one for Debbie and the other she poured into Peter's mouth. Debbie swiftly knocked her drink back. Neither of the newlyweds could have known that Sylvia had also added a drug, nothing dangerous, but it would make them relax… and enjoy the night ahead! The dosage wasn't large enough to knock them out, just give them a mellow buzz and a feeling of being disconnected from what was going on. However, the side effect would also make them highly suggestible and as horny as hell! Almost immediately, it began to have an effect. Debbie's eyes looked glazed and her speech slurred.

"Give me a hand here will you" Jan asked, as she manhandled the poor girl over the back of a chair.

"Ooh, what's happening" Debbie asked in a drunken voice, but offering little resistance.

The hem of the baby doll lifted clear of her panties, revealing a pair of shapely buttocks stretching the pink translucent material. "Time for the real wedding night action to start" Jan laughed. "My, my, isn't that a sight" Jan cooed, rubbing her hands gently over Debbie's bottom.

"Ooh, what are you doing," Debbie said in a slurred voice, enjoying the sensation. She could feel something hard pressing into her and she wiggled her tight bottom in response.

Jan was easing the dildo inside the open crotch of the panties and pressed it between her ass cheeks. Debbie gasped and clamped her bottom together. "Now then, loosen up honey" Jan encouraged… SLAP, and she brought her open hand down across her cheeks.

"Owwwwwww."

"That's it, relax those cheeks." SLAP.

"Owww… fucking hell…. that hurts."

"Huh, that's nothing." SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… SLAP.

Debbie's bottom turned from a pale pink to a delightful shade of red, and began to literally jump about under the onslaught. "That's better" Jan smiled, as she delighted in parting the hot, stinging, quivering buttocks and pressing the head of the dildo into the open and waiting lips. "Feel the size Debbie. You'll soon get used to it sweetie. He'd never be able to satisfy you like this, would he? I'm going to make your wedding night one to remember. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

"Nooooo" Debbie panicked. It wasn't just that she was about to be violated… and by a junior member of the office. She was sure she wouldn't be able to take anything so big. Peter's cock was so average, well no, to be honest it was tiny, and she hadn't had it inside her for some time now anyway.

"Has he ever fucked you with anything this size before? Hmm?" The silence said it all. "No, I didn't think so."

Despite Debbie's fears, the thought of the monster that was ready to invade her body was starting to excite her. After all, she'd gone more than a week without sex. She needed something to satisfy her.

Bracing herself, Jan positioned her hips so the cock was perfectly aligned with the lips of Debbie's swollen and nicely lubricated pussy. Debbie felt the large head of the cock pushing against her vulva. It covered her entire slit and pressed softly against her hard clit. As Jan leaned into her, the shaft slipped inside and traveled on and on. She gasped as the dildo reached the back wall of her cunt. She still hadn't felt Jan's hips against her bottom, which meant that she'd still not taken the entire length… not yet anyhow.

Jan reached round for Debbie's breasts. They were still hanging out of her nightie and swinging free. She took one in each hand and began to massage them, whilst occasionally tweaking the nipples.

"Have you ever felt a cock this deep inside you before?" Debbie didn't have to respond, Jan could tell she was struggling with the size of it. "We've still got another three inches to go darling, before I start to really fuck you. Just relax now, you're about to experience one of the biggest and best things you've ever had in that pussy" Jan taunted. She steadied herself, then pushed hard… all the way home, stretching the young bride as she'd never been stretched before.

"Ooooooo shit. You bitch, get off me."

Jan laughed. "Enjoy it, you slag. I'm fucking you aren't I? Your Personal Assistant is fucking you on your wedding night, what a laugh, eh?" she said, driving the dildo deep inside her boss's cunt.

SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… Debbie let out a little whimper as Jan's hand landed across her buttocks once again. Then, holding tightly on to the huge breasts, Jan began to pick up the rhythm, thrusting in and out, relentlessly pounding away.

For Debbie, the mixed feelings of disgust, humiliation and pleasure were all too much for her. She'd waited a week for this release and she quickly let go, her body shaking violently as the climax swamped and overpowered her. Jan felt her body quake and then go limp, but she kept her hips pressed tightly against the bride's ass and played with her breasts, teasing the nipples with her fingers. She let the poor girl rest for a moment or two, then withdrew the dildo until the huge head was lodged between her puffy lips.

Debbie was moaning softly. Then without warning, Jan thrust it in once again.

"Oh God" Debbie cried.

Jan picked up where she'd left off, sliding all ten inches in and out, in and out.

Debbie moaned again…. this time with pure pleasure. She'd never been taken like this. She'd never known a man capable of pleasuring her so long without climaxing and going all soft, like they always did! It was so earthy and forceful, so different from Peter…. and she was loving it. Jan smiled down upon the helpless bride. What a picture this would make, a massive ten inch dildo buried inside her boss's pussy. She picked up the pace and her hips began to slam hard against Debbie's firm buttocks.

The thought of what was happening would have had Debbie screaming if it hadn't been for the pleasurable sensations that were flooding over her. She wondered where Jan had learnt to do what she was doing. How could someone so young and inexperienced know so much about pleasing a woman? She was literally giving her the best shag of her life, and right in front of her new husband!

It took much longer this time but eventually, Debbie came a second time. Jan had a very satisfied smile on her face as she stood the bride up again.

Peter was speechless. "Look at him Debbie, he's loving it. Watching you take it like that, what a pervert."

"Oh my God" Debbie broke down in tears. "This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life and just look at him. I've married a transvestite…why couldn't he be like any normal guy… I should have known…. there were signs but…. well I thought it would be different once we were married… oh what am I going to do" she sobbed. "I was so looking forward to my wedding night. I thought it would be so romantic, so sexy. My first night as a bride. I had it all planned and everything… and just look at him."

"There, there. Not to worry" Jan tried to console her, in a mocking way. "You can still enjoy your wedding night, can't she girls? Poor thing. Every bride deserves a special romantic night with her man and there's no reason why you shouldn't enjoy yours."

One of the girls was just finishing on the phone. "Right, see you in a minute then… bye. They're on their way" she announced. It was literally no more than a minute before there was a knock at the door. It was Henry, the black boy from the office, and Ron, the newlywed's fitness instructor.

One of the girls immediately started to help the young black boy out of his clothes. Debbie looked up through tear stained eyes at the sight that was unfolding. Henry was over six foot tall with a nice muscled body, so different from Peter, and she couldn't help but notice the large bulge in his underwear. It was the same bulge she'd noticed on many occasions at work, only now it seemed even bigger! The drug was definitely working!

"Oh for God's sake, stop this… now" Peter demanded, trying to ignore the effect the drug was having on him.

"Shut up, you pathetic excuse for a man" Jan responded and shoved a pair of panties into his mouth. "That's better" she smiled.

"MMMMMPH! MMMMPH!" Peter tried to scream through the gag, writhing frantically and trying to break free.

Henry stared at Debbie's beautiful jutting tits and traced the outline of his manhood through his underwear. Debbie was feeling strange, a little woozy, and definitely stimulated by the sight that was confronting her. She watched, mesmerised by Henry's manhood, swelling up and displaying itself to her underneath the thin cotton of his underwear. Without realising it, she licked her lips. Henry saw the sign and eased his pants down, bringing a whisper of anticipation from the excited girls. Debbie's eyes widened. It was the most gorgeous cock she'd ever seen. It was black and beautiful, even bigger than those she'd seen in the videos, swollen but not hard…… not yet anyway!

Henry stood in front of her, put his arms around her shoulders in a firm but protective embrace and held her close. She was still a little tense. He sensed her nervousness but also her desire. He bent down, took her face into his hands and placed his big lips over hers, using his tongue to separate them. It was a deep, lingering kiss, one that went on and on and had her toes curling. Her arms eventually slid up to grab his shoulders and she leaned in toward his body, rotating her hips, rocking against him, straining to get closer, all the while feeling his hardness. His muscular legs brushed against her thighs and his manhood, now standing bolt upright, pressed into her tummy. It was hot and hard and he was trying to position it between her legs.

Debbie moaned. It felt so good, but she knew this was wrong. She was so hot and he was making her so horny, but she simply had to stop. She didn't want it to be like this, not in front of her husband, but more importantly, especially not in front of the girls. Oh but he was so hard, and she just couldn't, or maybe wouldn't, make him stop. He lifted her thigh, stroking her buttocks, pressing his penis against the entrance to her pussy, teasing her, making her wet. "Ohhhh" Debbie moaned loudly.

He took her hand from his shoulder, sliding it down over his rock hard chest, lower over his stomach until he finally cupped her hand around his straining erection. She wrapped her fingers around it…. her wedding night surprise. This was what she'd been hoping and dreaming about for weeks.  It was warm and thick and she could feel the blood pulsing through it. They all heard her intake of breath as she slowly started to stretch her fingers, trying to gauge not only his length but also the thickness. Henry responded by playing with her breasts and licking and sucking on her nipples until they were as hard as cherries.

Sylvia turned and smiled at Peter. Even if he hadn't been gagged, he would have been speechless at his bride's wanton behaviour. "Don't they look good together?" Sylvia taunted him. "Two horny young lovers, dying to explore each other's bodies." Peter had a pained expression on his face.

"OK Henry, don't get too carried away" Sylvia reminded him. He grunted and sat down on the edge of the bed. Debbie stood silently, looking around at them, suddenly embarrassed at her own reaction. She didn't know what had come over her. Then her eyes returned to admire the gorgeous naked body, his cock standing bolt upright against his belly. She felt good, knowing that his erection was entirely down to her. Yet she was apprehensive and unsure what to do next.

"Go to him" Sylvia whispered. It was important for Peter's humiliation that he saw his bride… desiring…. no…. DEMANDING the young man who would replace him in bed on his own wedding night.

"Go on, you know you want to" Sylvia urged, and led the girl over to the bed and gently pushed her down onto her knees with her breasts resting on his powerful thighs. She looked over to her husband, then up at Henry, with the pathetic look of a small lost child. The drug had done its job. She felt completely at ease and she no longer cared that she was being encouraged to act in such a deprived and wanton manner in front of this uninvited audience.

No-one noticed Jan pressing the switch behind the bed. She looked up at the little camera lens hidden in the folds of material above, smiled to herself and then sat down opposite for a better view.

Henry took his cock and placed it between her enormous breasts. For months, he'd dreamed of doing this. She looked at him and smiled, knowing what he wanted, what every man always wanted from her. "That's it, feel his hardness Debbie, enjoy it" Sylvia encouraged. She hesitated, then pushed her breasts together, clamping his black meat firmly between her milky white tits. He groaned. She began to massage it between her breasts, moving them up and down his shaft, forcing his purple helmet to reveal itself.

"Look at them Peter. Don't they make a sexy couple? I can't wait to see them shag." Peter looked aghast and spluttered into his gag. "But it's her wedding night, Peter. You wouldn't deprive your bride on her special night would you? She needs a good seeing-to, even you must see that. You're just not up to it, are you, poor thing? You should be grateful to Henry for stepping in to do your job tonight, and at such short notice too. Now why don't you ask him nicely to fuck her? I'm sure that would put them both at ease" she encouraged, and removed his gag to hear his reply. Even Debbie had a smile on her face as she turned to see his reaction.

"NO" he sobbed breathlessly, shocked to the core… "NO…."

"YES" she insisted. "He's going to mount her whether you like it or not… you know that don't you?" Peter looked frightened and shook his head. "Nooo...mmmmph" he spluttered as she replaced his panty gag. "Husbands…. they can be so ungrateful sometimes" she laughed.

Henry took Debbie's head in his hands and pulled her down toward his manhood. "Wait…. just a minute Henry. I think Peter is seeing sense at last. He wants to say something" she smiled as Peter moaned breathlessly into his gag. Again, she pulled the panties from his mouth.

"Please…. stop it…. I'll do anything you want. For God's sake, just don't make her do that. She can't… never has… it makes her gag… please don't…. for pity's sake" he begged them.

"OK that's enough" Sylvia returned the panties and shut him up again. "I thought it was something important. Never mind, carry on you two lovebirds" she laughed.

"Come on babe, get those pretty red lips around my meat" Henry urged and pulled her down to within an inch of the purple glans.

She studied it for a moment, licked it tentatively and glanced at her husband. "What do you think Peter? Shall I try it?" He mumbled again, tears welling up in his eyes. "Yes? Alright then darling, I knew you'd want me to show your appreciation. It's the least I can do for him isn't it? A sort of thank you in advance for what he's going to give me. So remember Peter darling, I'm not doing this for Henry, and I'm not doing it for me. I'm going to do this for you, sweetheart." She taunted her husband by forming her lips into a big circle before settling them firmly around Henry's shaft. He moaned in response and gently placed his hands around her head. "Mmmmm" she groaned. The pressure of his hands on the back of her head became more insistent, more demanding, pushing her mouth down until she could take no more.

"Oh yeah, suck it" he whispered.  "Suck it hard.  Let me fuck your mouth."

 

He had both of his hands on her blonde bobbing head, urging her into a faster rhythm, holding her mouth captive over his cock, as his hips arched to meet each downward movement. He was filling her mouth completely, fucking her mouth in time with each thrust of his cock.   "Ohhh yeah, suck it," he said again in a breathless moan.

She was surprised how quickly she got used to the size and began to enjoy the sensation, inching it further into her mouth and forcing her red painted lips up and down his length. She was determined to try and deep throat him and get him to cum in her throat as she'd seen them do on video.

"Mmmmm…. mmmmm…. oh it's so good to be sucking a real cock" she groaned, looking at her husband as she stopped to get her breath. "Remember, I'm only doing this for you, darling. Mmmm, it's lovely, I'm really enjoying it. All this time and I could have been giving you a blow job every night, couldn't I? Mmm, he's so big …. look how hard it is…. full of all that lovely cum…. all ready to fill your gorgeous bride" she taunted.

"You see, she's loving it" Sylvia reassured him.

Henry threw his head back, enjoying her expert cock sucking, but he couldn't let her continue or it would seriously delay the next stage. "OK babe, that's enough. You're just too good at this" he joked. "It's time we got down to consummating your marriage." Still kneeling, she looked up at him with an innocent expression. "That's right sweetheart. It's time for the bride to be fucked" he explained.

"Oh," she looked shocked at his explicit language, then smiled sweetly. Debbie looked up lovingly into the eyes of the man who was going to deflower her on her wedding night. She sensed his potency, his virility, his sexual confidence. She also knew that if someone didn't take her soon, she'd simply die! Who better than the stud whose cock she was holding so very tightly. "Wait a moment" she fumbled around in her case. "Peter promised Mother I'd wear them… on my wedding night" she explained, slipping into the french knickers. "She wore them on her wedding night and…. well that's when I was…. you know…. conceived."

"Oh how sweet" Jan laughed, "she'll be so pleased to know you kept your promise, won't she Peter?"

"She calls them her special panties doesn't she Peter? And you know how special they are because she let you wear them that night we stayed at my parent's house didn't she?"

"No!" Sylvia looked shocked.

As Debbie settled the precious panties round her waist, she continued, "if you think about it, he's not only worn MY bridal panties but he's had my Mother's on too."

"Oh come on! I can't believe your Mother let him do that" Jan laughed.

"It's true. The walls are paper thin and I could hear him in the next room. It was pathetic." She tried to emulate her pathetic husband, "Oh please Mrs Hamilton, can I try on your bridal panties" she said in a weak voice. "You should have heard him! Instead of heading to my room and fucking my brains out like most normal guys would, he was begging to wear her panties and then…. wait for this…. he actually pleaded with her to wank him off. Filthy beast! She did too, wanked him off inside her panties…. these panties. But only because she thought it would stop him from trying to get into my room. Chance would have been a fine thing!"

"Oh that's gross" Sylvia agreed." "Still, I'm sure you're going to let him watch Henry do, as you say, what any normal guy would want to do with his bride on her wedding night. Come on Peter, let's get you over here on the bed so you can see how the big boys do it." They carried him struggling to the bed and made him kneel down.

Henry picked Debbie up and positioned her next to her husband, in the same position. The bride and groom knelt next to each other, just as they had at the altar. Meanwhile Ron had quickly undressed and now the two men, one black one white, were positioned behind the young newlyweds. Henry began to explore Debbie's precious panties as Ron heaped Peter's white satin skirts onto his back.

"Oh, I think they're going to do us both together, how kinky" she squealed to her husband. "My God, look at those gorgeous cocks." She could feel Henry's manhood, pressing against her, searching for her sex but as yet, making no attempt to enter her.

Ron was less restrained. He pulled the little ribbons at the crotch of the bridal panties, roughly extracted the tampon, and quickly had his cock sliding inside Peter's male pussy in a steady in-out movement.

Debbie could sense her husband being screwed by his rocking motion and muffled groans. "You see darling, I was right all along. I should have had you put to the cock ages ago, it's what you've always wanted isn't it?"

"I knew what this one needed the moment I set eyes on him" Ron agreed. "This is what he likes, dressed up all pretty and taking it up the ass from a real man. Look at him" he said, and lifting Peter's voluminous skirts out the way, showed Debbie her husband's boner, tenting the front of her pretty white bridal panties. "Now watch this" he smiled, and gently worked her husband's erection out from the confines of her beautiful satin lingerie. He worked his fist up and down Peter's cock and in less than a minute had brought him to a shuddering climax soaking the front of the panties, just as he climaxed himself.

Before he could recover, Peter found himself thrown onto his back, as Henry positioned Debbie directly above him. "Oh Peter, you'll have a great view from there" she laughed. He looked up at his bride's wet pussy lips through the open legs of her panties. He couldn't get used to seeing her clean shaven and her vaginal lips were already red and puffy. She was certainly hot and ready for sex, but it wasn't going to be with her husband, she was preparing herself for a much bigger reward than anything he could give her.

"Oooh, Henry, look how wet you've made me! I was telling Peter earlier on that I SO need a good fucking tonight, and I've never had a black man before. Christ, I feel such a slut. Show me what it's like when a real man fucks a whore." Peter knew her words were intended to humiliate him, but he couldn't take his eyes away from her pussy, in dreaded anticipation of the show he was about to witness.

She moved back a little until her thighs were directly straddling her husband's head, placing her gaping cunt directly over his face. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and with her juices flowing, she pushed a finger deep inside and moaned softly. Impatiently, she began to urge her new black lover on by rocking back and forth, imagining his cock inside her. Peter stared at her glistening pink hole and her fingers massaging her clit, and felt the bed dip as Henry climbed on and walked forward on his knees.

"Take a look at that beautiful smooth little pussy, she can't wait for me to fuck it!" he taunted him. He grabbed her beautifully rounded bottom in his hands and massaged her cheeks, repeatedly forcing her cunt open and closed with accompanying loud slurping noises. She was already well lubricated, and for Peter, positioned just a few inches below, the squelching noises were deafening. His attention was drawn to Henry's large member. It was jet black, thick and erect, veins pulsing with the blood surging through them. He knew it was big, but it looked positively giant-sized from close range. He could even smell it as it brushed over his face and then appeared to hover above him before being guided along the crack of Debbie's peach-like sex. She gasped and tensed up as she realised just how big he really was.

"Oh yeah…. oooh that's some size" she giggled. Henry eased her buttocks apart and slid his cock up and down the deep gorge, caressing the slippery pink opening until her clitoris hardened. "Oh my God…. oh that feels good…. Jeez you know how to get a girl worked up, you bastard. God I'm hot. Come on, put it in me, I can't wait any longer" she urged." But Henry was in no rush and he continued to massage her pussy lips with his manhood. "Oh come on for God's sake, do it will you. I've been waiting for this for so long. I need it inside me. Fuck me like a whore."

He laughed at her impatience. The drug had made her very randy and she was obviously hot and ready for it. Slowly, he pulled her cheeks apart again and positioned his cock inside her pussy lips. This was one of his favourite moments, and he savoured the feeling of initial resistance from her tight little cunt. "OK, now work yourself onto it babe" he instructed. She didn't need any encouragement, pushing back and feeling the head of his engorged cock, stretch and open her up. "Jesus, I've waited six months for this, now I'm going to fuck you, real good. You're a filthy little slutty bride, taking a black man's cock on your wedding night, instead of your husband. Come on, take it you dirty little bride."

"Ooooooh" she groaned and pushed back. He deliberately stopped her from taking it all. He wanted to maximise Peter's humiliation by making him see just how badly she needed his cock. She still only had about three inches of his manhood inside and yet her elastic pussy was having to stretch to the limits to accommodate him.

He withdrew to the point of entry and then gently pushed forward again, repeating it over and over, probing a little deeper with every thrust. "I hope you're ready for this babe" and he steadied himself with his large hands around her waist before sinking the entire length deep inside, making her squeal loudly. Peter squirmed as he watched the black cock disappear, the close-up view from below, supplemented by the one from above, courtesy of the ceiling mirror. Henry's cock had finally impaled itself deep within his new bride. It was the final humiliation.

Debbie caught her breath then moaned with delight. Henry was motionless. He wanted her to just feel the size of it. He was confident she'd respond as soon as she was ready and he was right. She quickly began to wriggle her bottom, her vaginal muscles clamping his big truncheon in ever increasing spasms. Henry looked over toward the group of silent girls, the young female audience watching intently, admiring his technique and wishing it was them he was servicing. "I think she's ready" he laughed across to them, as Debbie demonstrated her impatience by pushing back and forth. He slowly but surely joined in with her rhythm, pushing in an out of her slimy channel.

She began to moan out loud… "ahhh… ahhh… ahhh…. ahhh…. ahhh…. ahhh…. ahhh….. ahhh….. ahhh…. ahhh."

Peter immediately recognised the rhythmic animal like sounds. It must have been Debbie he'd heard getting screwed at the office party. So, she'd been unfaithful to him even then, no doubt with one of the Directors. He felt sick.

Sylvia was enthralled like the others but there was one more thing she wanted to do. She approached the bed and lifted the hem of Peter's gown. She folded it back, then the petticoats. Debbie was now looking straight down at her husband's insignificant little penis inside the damp white bridal panties she'd been wearing all day. Surprisingly, he was as stiff as a board…. he actually had an erection!

"Oh my God, about the only time he can get it up…. is while he's watching another man take me. How sick is that, watching someone else take your bride on your wedding night? Right, that's it you pathetic little pansy" and she freed his manhood from the panties. "You pervert, I'll show you. This is all you're good for." Peter felt her hot little fingers gripping his manhood. She was starting to wank him…. oh no! "Come on sissy boy, show us how much you enjoy watching your bride being fucked by a real man. I'll let you cum when Henry does, that way you'll know just how long a real man lasts." It seemed like an eternity to Peter but eventually his eyes closed as her hand increased in speed and he sensed Debbie was close to being fertilised. Henry yelled out as he convulsed deep inside Debbie's pussy and she also cried out as her cunt spasmed around his thick cock. Looking pleased with herself, she quickly brought Peter to a climax, but reeled backwards in disgust when he spurted all over the pretty lace petticoats.

"Ugh! Look at the mess, and it's all over my lingerie. You're pathetic!" she spat.

Chapter 17 Back door bride

By now, it was gone two in the morning. Peter had fallen into a drink and drug induced sleep and Debbie, who was completely exhausted, wasn't far behind. Even the girls from the office were asleep, leaving just Sylvia and Jan to witness the ongoing saga.

"I'm tired" Debbie drooled, "I wanna go to sleep." Unfortunately for the exhausted bride, Henry was still far from sleepy, and nowhere near satisfied. He pulled her back up onto all fours and reached down to spread her cheeks. "Let's have a little look and see what else you're hiding from me shall we?"

She sensed what was happening. "No, not that… please." She'd always been embarrassed about anyone seeing her anus and the thought of someone looking at her down there was the ultimate humiliation.

Jan was soon standing next to her with words of comfort and assurance. "Don't worry Debbie, you'll love it. Besides, you've got to experience it ALL on your wedding night. Don't you want to give him your virginity, hmmm?"

"What do you mean? OH NO…. no you can't… you mustn't… please, not that…. pleeeease" she whimpered, frantically trying to keep her legs together.

Jan was laughing at her pathetic attempt to fend him off. "You can struggle all you like Debs, but I think I can say with a degree of certainty, that he's going to take you up the ass whether you like it or not."

"Noooo." Debbie was still sobbing gently as Henry ignored her blubbing and yanked hard on the long flowing mane of hair, jerking her head back. He then prised her legs wide apart and rubbed the head of his cock over her tight little puckered hole for a few seconds, pausing to slowly apply pressure to her rear entrance. He wanted to savour the moment. He was going to screw her in the ass and he loved the anticipation immediately before penetration.

"Please… no" she whimpered again. She was tight and unyielding and he was meeting a lot of resistance, but then… with a little more pressure… the purple head popped in. Debbie cried out. Henry shook his head in despair, stopped, reached under her with one hand, and started to rub her clit to try and relax her.

It did the trick, and she was soon moaning with pleasure. He waited until she was fully relaxed, then carefully chose his moment to push his cock a little deeper. "Oh God, no" she cried out and clenched her buttocks again. This time, he changed tack and gave her bottom several sharp slaps with the palm of his hand. She cried out, bouncing up and down under the onslaught.

"Oh Babe, you like it rough, I can tell. Come on now, let me in or we'll do this the other way" he said, losing patience.

She groaned as he held her waist firmly and started working his cock in and out, giving it to her long and hard. She sobbed into the sheets as her rectum milked and squeezed on his cock, an involuntary and not untypical reaction to such an invasion. "That's it" he encouraged, picking up a faster rhythm, ploughing in and out of her tight passage. She started to buck and squirm, and each time she bucked against him, a little more of his steel-hard cock was forced up her ass until finally, she was impaled on his huge throbbing cock, his balls slapping noisily against her bottom.

He was pistoning in and out of her bottom with his entire length, bottoming out and then withdrawing until a mere half inch remained. Occasionally, he withdrew completely, leaving her wide open and praying he'd finished. Bet he hadn't. As he re-entered, the air inside her anus compressed, making Debbie fart loudly.

"Stop it" she cried in shame.

Sylvia and Jan collapsed into hoots of laughter. "Oh God stop it" she continued. "I can't believe you're doing this to me."

Henry joined in the laughter. She was a nice fuck but she was such a prude, and there was nothing he liked better than to show a girl that he was on top, and he was boss. He knew she was feeling degraded and humiliated but that was her problem. He was enjoying the game, every withdrawal leaving her bottom empty, and every plunge filling her completely and providing another loud fart. She squealed and cried in shame at the incessant noise, making Henry laugh even harder as he plundered her ass.

"It's not funny! she cried" She just wanted to find a deep hole and crawl in. "Please let me up!" she begged.

Henry was still laughing. "Don't worry babe, it's OK, you're doing just fine."

He was thrusting faster and faster and despite the shame and humiliation she was starting to enjoy it, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Good girl. See it's OK isn't it babe? You just have to relax. You girls, you're all the same. You pretend it's real dirty but deep down you all love it up here" he chuckled.

He was approaching his orgasm but tried to hold back. He could feel her cumming and when she did finally orgasm, her ass gripped and milked him hard and he groaned and pulsed deep inside her, pumping her bowels with another load of hot semen.

All Debbie wanted to do was sleep, but Jan knew they had to get her to the airport. Sylvia pushed the exhausted and dishevelled bride into the shower, then dried her off and helped her dress.

Meanwhile Jan explained. "So, this is what's going to happen Debbie. The good news is that your honeymoon is going ahead as planned. The even better news is that gay-boy isn't going with you. I changed the tickets at the last minute and you're now booked to travel with Henry."

"Lucky girl" Sylvia laughed. "Two weeks with that sex machine. No sunbathing for you, my girl!"

Debbie was still dazed. "I don't understand. What about my job and everything?"

"Don't worry, it's all taken care of." When you return from honeymoon, you're going to be working under the Marketing Director."

"Oh my God" she exclaimed.

"Yes, I knew you'd be pleased" Jan laughed. "He can't keep his dick in his trousers, that one. He'll be humping you at every opportunity if you're not careful.

Poor Debbie, she really couldn't take it all in. "What about Peter" she asked, though not really troubled by his fate.

"Oh he's going straight onto a special assignment for the MD… old Shepherd has something big lined up for him" she laughed. I don't think Peter will be bothering you for a while, he'll have his hands full from now on" Sylvia added. "Come on now hurry up, you'll only just make the airport in time at this rate."

Once they'd despatched Henry and Debbie, they woke Peter from his drugged sleep. He had a bad migraine and was very groggy. "What's happening? I wanna go home…. and I want my clothes" he muttered, struggling to get the bridal gown off and stepping out of the satin lingerie."

"Your clothes are in here" Jan smiled, opening the wardrobe.

"But… but… they're not my clothes. What on earth….."

"Isn't it gorgeous" Jan smiled, "it's your going away outfit that Sylvia's made specially for you" she explained. "But first, some nice fresh underwear I think" and she held up a pair of excruciatingly girlish panties. Peter looked at the going away outfit, then the panties, then his jaw dropped and he fainted, collapsing in a heap on the floor.

"Never mind, it'll be easier to get him dressed if he's not fighting us. You'd better wake the girls up though, and ask one of them to get the video camera down, we mustn't leave that behind. Better get a move on though. We need to get him to his new home, and I don't know about you but I'm absolutely shattered" Sylvia yawned.

"Yeah, what a night!" Jan smiled. "You know, I don't know where Henry gets the energy from. Just before they left, he was telling me that he should have been shagging Debbie from the first week he joined the company. He says she's going to have to make up for lost time on honeymoon, and fit six months of screwing into two weeks!" she laughed. "Poor old Peter, next time he sees her, she's going to be well pregnant!"

"I know. And in the meantime, just think of the fun we're going to have with him when we get him back to work. I think everyone is waiting with baited breath. Poor thing, with what he's got coming, I almost feel sorry for him…. well maybe not" she giggled.

  

To be continued….

  

  

  

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