An other story this one done by request
Wedding Daze
By Kim Torence
His hands laced through the straps of my garters as his fingers slipped between my white stockings and my smooth legs. I could feel the rough netting of my crinoline get crushed under the weight of the two of us and didn’t care. He was mad for me he wanted me and would ruin my wedding dress to have me and I wanted him to destroy it as he took my maiden head.
“Cut off my skirts with your knife, Phil,” I whispered into his ear as he ground into me with the fire of his passion. My voice dripped, no, foamed with the animal need of a virgin of 35 years and I was on fire for him.
He pulled up, the fire in his loins mirrored with the fire in his eyes, burning his brain out and replacing it with just animal lust. It took a moment for his brain to register my idea.
“Your pocket knife, the gypsy folder I got you for your birthday,” I said and kissed his exposed neck as I undid his tux shirt.
He smiled breathing heavy and went for his pants. Coming back I pulled the front of the wedding dress out and he cut the skirts off me exposing my lily-white legs made more white in the hose and lace of the bridal set I had on. He cut at the bodice and freed my upper body and breasts also white as snow matching my very pale complexion. Red hair and white skin with no freckles Freya had made a dream. My hard nipples were red like my hair and I was sure if I walked into the sun I would combust but I wasn’t quite that white. Phil grabbed the lace thong that guarded my sex and ripped it off tearing the bits of lace that held it together and throwing it to the far wall. He was going to have me and nothing mattered now, not my dress, not the people that heard outside the prayer room, not our past, not the fact that it was my wedding day, not the fact that he was the best man, and definitely not the fact that till 5 minutes ago I was the groom. And I was of like mind. Pent-up sexual need will do that to you.
It had all started half a year ago at college, Phil was my roommate and I was Ross Webster, football star. I had my share of women and my choice but there was that one that was just out of reach.
Phil jabbed into me but missed so I grabbed his hot flesh and guided it into my vagina…never though I’d say that. I hurt when he took me but I wanted more.
Her name was Kate Dew she was a raven haired beauty and I would do anything for her and wanted to do everything to. Her body was hot and built like a brick shithouse. Tits ass legs face perfect and perfection was my creed.
I think I look better now. Phil calls me Goddess as he rides me. I can feel myself blush as I bite into his hand and smiled at him and he gritted his teeth and smiled back sweat beading on his face.
But she would have nothing to do with me. I tried many things all the old tricks but she never gave me notice. So Phil came up with an idea. He knew a witch on campus. Her name was Freya or that’s what she called herself. She was around 350 pounds and just over 5 foot and smelled of old pizza. Chronic wicked witch syndrome. Most people thought she was a dyke seeing she had girls around a lot.
Not me. I only want men. Men like Phil with his big cock ramming into me like a piston.
So she sold me a love potion for 2 thousand and I wrote her a rubber check.
No rubber on Phil it’s all him in me.
She bitched about it after but who would go to the cops saying they were gypped on a magic spell? But it worked I peed in it and then poured it on her pillow and she started showing interest. She would come to games and then practices and then she would follow me around campus and finally she cornered me in the locker room and we fucked like crazy.
Kind of like Phil and I are now all animal.
We went hot and heavy. She said no man ever did it for her like I did. She said she couldn’t live without me. She Wanted to get married. And she had MONEY!!!! So I went for it.
“Turn over,” I said to Phil. “I want to be on top.” And I mounted him and rode him while he held my tits but when he let go I loved the way they felt jiggling as I pumped him.
So the wedding was announced and word spread. And lots of old flames came by and I gave a few final fucks and enjoyed the hell out of my final days as a free man.
And I swiveled on his dick till my back was to him and he hit me just right.
So Phil, Phil my pal, my man, my MAN, threw me a great bachelor party, lots of pussy( not as good as mine right Phil?) lots of booze and lots of drugs.
“Oh God Yes Phil my ass!!!”
And the time came when I was at the alter and Kate was coming down the aisle and she look like a goddess in that dress(bitch) and I could eat her up(well if I was drunk enough). Then Freya burst in.
“Ross Webster, you fucking bastard!!! You have stolen from me twice and you shall pay!!” the thunder-cunt said.
“If you haven’t noticed this is my wedding day,” I said straightening the lapels of my tux for more emphasis.
“You will not marry my Kate stealing her heart with a potion stolen from me,” fumed the fatass. “She is my girl and I will loose her to someone not even a man.”
“Look here dyke she’s my princess and she ain’t going anywhere with an ogre like you,” I laughed.
“If you think she is such a match for you than you will match her real taste,” she said and waved her hand at me in that hook’em horns way and started saying all these weird words.
Suddenly parts or my tux started getting tight and loose at the same time. My stomach started flopping and my balls crawled up in me. My hair itched on my head and moved all the way down my back. The front of my shirt popped buttons and like mumps my chest grew. My face squeezed and my arms deflated and I shrank. Lastly I felt my dick inch back into me and rest in my new folds.
“Oh that won’t do I will let you be her true taste but not her type,” and she waved her hands and chanted again.
Suddenly I could feel my hair turn flame red and eyes deep green. And I could feel my skin loose pigment and my features change again.
“The perfect little Irish pixy,” she smiled.
“You can’t do this,” I squeaked with a voice more normal for a preteen girl. ”This is my wedding day.”
“Then you should be dressed for it,” she said.
And with another wave and incantation I felt my shoes inch up higher and my socks slide up my legs and straps connect them to my underwear. My coat and shirt mended and came in tight around my chest. My pants came together tight and then exploded into tons of fabric and skirting and a veil and train grew from my head down the aisle.
“The perfect pixy princess. Now my love with true eyes see your new groom and tell me who you want,” said Freya and suddenly Kat shook her head.
Her eyes fell on me and a look of disgust filled her.
“What do you think? You know I hate little pixy bitches. Especially him,” and she spat at me.
My eyes welled with tears.
“I cannot take a bride crying not even you so I’ll get your mind off it. You can have all the sexual energy you would have had in your 18 years as a man and the 17 your woman’s body now is all at once and you friend Phil can help you with it,” she said with still more hand waving. “All fertile years and never quenched on any new man you see. And never a man to keep you”
And suddenly Phil was my world dragging me into the prayer room off the chapel and not even closing the doors.
And pinning me into the door way he came. And came and came, finishing in my pussy as God intended. And then he saw the attendance and he remembered what had happened. He grabbed his clothes and started to run.
“Wait, I love you,” I said grabbing him dressed only in my garter belt and stockings ripped and torn as they were.
And he threw me off him and called me whore and freak. But I heard little of it because I was crying because I knew though lots of his seed ran down my legs to the chapel floor enough had made it home. Enough.
And I cried there as they left and I knew they all knew and I knew this is how the rest of my life would be because I wanted what I couldn’t have and would do anything to get it and cheat getting it.
I knew as the priest came to comfort me. I knew just like I knew under those robes I could make his holy rod stiffen and I knew I wanted it.
By Kim Torence
His hands laced through the straps of my garters as his fingers slipped between my white stockings and my smooth legs. I could feel the rough netting of my crinoline get crushed under the weight of the two of us and didn’t care. He was mad for me he wanted me and would ruin my wedding dress to have me and I wanted him to destroy it as he took my maiden head.
“Cut off my skirts with your knife, Phil,” I whispered into his ear as he ground into me with the fire of his passion. My voice dripped, no, foamed with the animal need of a virgin of 35 years and I was on fire for him.
He pulled up, the fire in his loins mirrored with the fire in his eyes, burning his brain out and replacing it with just animal lust. It took a moment for his brain to register my idea.
“Your pocket knife, the gypsy folder I got you for your birthday,” I said and kissed his exposed neck as I undid his tux shirt.
He smiled breathing heavy and went for his pants. Coming back I pulled the front of the wedding dress out and he cut the skirts off me exposing my lily-white legs made more white in the hose and lace of the bridal set I had on. He cut at the bodice and freed my upper body and breasts also white as snow matching my very pale complexion. Red hair and white skin with no freckles Freya had made a dream. My hard nipples were red like my hair and I was sure if I walked into the sun I would combust but I wasn’t quite that white. Phil grabbed the lace thong that guarded my sex and ripped it off tearing the bits of lace that held it together and throwing it to the far wall. He was going to have me and nothing mattered now, not my dress, not the people that heard outside the prayer room, not our past, not the fact that it was my wedding day, not the fact that he was the best man, and definitely not the fact that till 5 minutes ago I was the groom. And I was of like mind. Pent-up sexual need will do that to you.
It had all started half a year ago at college, Phil was my roommate and I was Ross Webster, football star. I had my share of women and my choice but there was that one that was just out of reach.
Phil jabbed into me but missed so I grabbed his hot flesh and guided it into my vagina…never though I’d say that. I hurt when he took me but I wanted more.
Her name was Kate Dew she was a raven haired beauty and I would do anything for her and wanted to do everything to. Her body was hot and built like a brick shithouse. Tits ass legs face perfect and perfection was my creed.
I think I look better now. Phil calls me Goddess as he rides me. I can feel myself blush as I bite into his hand and smiled at him and he gritted his teeth and smiled back sweat beading on his face.
But she would have nothing to do with me. I tried many things all the old tricks but she never gave me notice. So Phil came up with an idea. He knew a witch on campus. Her name was Freya or that’s what she called herself. She was around 350 pounds and just over 5 foot and smelled of old pizza. Chronic wicked witch syndrome. Most people thought she was a dyke seeing she had girls around a lot.
Not me. I only want men. Men like Phil with his big cock ramming into me like a piston.
So she sold me a love potion for 2 thousand and I wrote her a rubber check.
No rubber on Phil it’s all him in me.
She bitched about it after but who would go to the cops saying they were gypped on a magic spell? But it worked I peed in it and then poured it on her pillow and she started showing interest. She would come to games and then practices and then she would follow me around campus and finally she cornered me in the locker room and we fucked like crazy.
Kind of like Phil and I are now all animal.
We went hot and heavy. She said no man ever did it for her like I did. She said she couldn’t live without me. She Wanted to get married. And she had MONEY!!!! So I went for it.
“Turn over,” I said to Phil. “I want to be on top.” And I mounted him and rode him while he held my tits but when he let go I loved the way they felt jiggling as I pumped him.
So the wedding was announced and word spread. And lots of old flames came by and I gave a few final fucks and enjoyed the hell out of my final days as a free man.
And I swiveled on his dick till my back was to him and he hit me just right.
So Phil, Phil my pal, my man, my MAN, threw me a great bachelor party, lots of pussy( not as good as mine right Phil?) lots of booze and lots of drugs.
“Oh God Yes Phil my ass!!!”
And the time came when I was at the alter and Kate was coming down the aisle and she look like a goddess in that dress(bitch) and I could eat her up(well if I was drunk enough). Then Freya burst in.
“Ross Webster, you fucking bastard!!! You have stolen from me twice and you shall pay!!” the thunder-cunt said.
“If you haven’t noticed this is my wedding day,” I said straightening the lapels of my tux for more emphasis.
“You will not marry my Kate stealing her heart with a potion stolen from me,” fumed the fatass. “She is my girl and I will loose her to someone not even a man.”
“Look here dyke she’s my princess and she ain’t going anywhere with an ogre like you,” I laughed.
“If you think she is such a match for you than you will match her real taste,” she said and waved her hand at me in that hook’em horns way and started saying all these weird words.
Suddenly parts or my tux started getting tight and loose at the same time. My stomach started flopping and my balls crawled up in me. My hair itched on my head and moved all the way down my back. The front of my shirt popped buttons and like mumps my chest grew. My face squeezed and my arms deflated and I shrank. Lastly I felt my dick inch back into me and rest in my new folds.
“Oh that won’t do I will let you be her true taste but not her type,” and she waved her hands and chanted again.
Suddenly I could feel my hair turn flame red and eyes deep green. And I could feel my skin loose pigment and my features change again.
“The perfect little Irish pixy,” she smiled.
“You can’t do this,” I squeaked with a voice more normal for a preteen girl. ”This is my wedding day.”
“Then you should be dressed for it,” she said.
And with another wave and incantation I felt my shoes inch up higher and my socks slide up my legs and straps connect them to my underwear. My coat and shirt mended and came in tight around my chest. My pants came together tight and then exploded into tons of fabric and skirting and a veil and train grew from my head down the aisle.
“The perfect pixy princess. Now my love with true eyes see your new groom and tell me who you want,” said Freya and suddenly Kat shook her head.
Her eyes fell on me and a look of disgust filled her.
“What do you think? You know I hate little pixy bitches. Especially him,” and she spat at me.
My eyes welled with tears.
“I cannot take a bride crying not even you so I’ll get your mind off it. You can have all the sexual energy you would have had in your 18 years as a man and the 17 your woman’s body now is all at once and you friend Phil can help you with it,” she said with still more hand waving. “All fertile years and never quenched on any new man you see. And never a man to keep you”
And suddenly Phil was my world dragging me into the prayer room off the chapel and not even closing the doors.
And pinning me into the door way he came. And came and came, finishing in my pussy as God intended. And then he saw the attendance and he remembered what had happened. He grabbed his clothes and started to run.
“Wait, I love you,” I said grabbing him dressed only in my garter belt and stockings ripped and torn as they were.
And he threw me off him and called me whore and freak. But I heard little of it because I was crying because I knew though lots of his seed ran down my legs to the chapel floor enough had made it home. Enough.
And I cried there as they left and I knew they all knew and I knew this is how the rest of my life would be because I wanted what I couldn’t have and would do anything to get it and cheat getting it.
I knew as the priest came to comfort me. I knew just like I knew under those robes I could make his holy rod stiffen and I knew I wanted it.