Dream Bride Tranny Chapter 3

I did as I was asked. I looked, my face drawn and strained. Anji straightened my headdress and veil and wiped my sweaty face as Kirsten placed her hands on my hips and began to slide her cock in and out of me. I grimaced so much that we had to stop for a number of posed photos for Phil and his still camera, Kirsten withdrawing her cock to let the camera see it gradually disappear into my boy pussy. I was encouraged to at least pretend I was enjoying the occasion, to smile, to tell her much I enjoyed being her virgin bride and to beg her to fuck me - but nice and gently.

I watched, kneeling on all fours, Kirsten a very pretty girl and such a quiet girl as well until coming into contact with the KBG and now performing another of their kinkiest scenes ever as her newly wed husband lay before us. I was always wary that he may awaken from his drunken stupor, worried how he would react. How would you react if you awoke to find your new bride had dressed her Uncle in her stunning gown and was now fucking his ass with a dildo on the very same bed? The heavies were in the next room but would they be quick enough to help us?

My worst fears were compounded when Anji stood back to show us that she had worked Richard's cock into an erection with the use of my veil. His cock had reacted but he remained asleep. Then she held his erection aloft and suggested I suck it.

"No, please no," Kirsten and I cried out in chorus. "Please Miss Anne, not on my wedding night," Kirsten continued as Miss Anne laughed.

"Why didn't I think of that, I must be slipping in my elder years or perhaps letting you younger ones make suggestions? I think that is brilliant," as she strutted to my side to direct the scene.

Kirsten and I remonstrated again, pleading not to involve her husband directly in the sex scenes, it had been bad enough that he was lying there beside us a we fucked.

We failed and actually made things worse.

"Tell you what Anji," Miss Anne continued after ignoring our pleas.