He Made Such a Sweet Bride

Being single wasn�t going to be so bad. When my wife moved out and asked for a divorce, I had consented. Now, taking advantage of being alone, every night after dinner, I spent my time dressed in woman�s underwear. Typically, I would don a wig, stockings and heels. Then apply red lipstick and finish up by hooking on a lacy bra and then slip into full-cut nylon briefs worn over my stockings. The latter items were discreetly padded to give me a curvaceous shape. Often I�d pull on a couple of pairs of identical panties. I always cut a hole in my stockings so my cock could stick through. Then with two panties on, I�d push aside the right leg hole on one so that my cock could slide out it and then aim it out the left leg hole on the other pair. That way my balls were still encased in the silky crotch of the panties but my ample dick would be out in the open. It would always be very erect any time I was wearing my frillies. My face was quite girlish. My mom had been the prettiest of all my friends mothers when we were kids and I had inherited her gorgeous features. Things always happened quickly standing in front of a mirror, looking at my angelic face, gazing down toward my bra and then at the blood engorged pole sticking out of my panties.

I�d stroke myself and before long, semen would leap out of my cock. Usually a thick blob would lob out and typically the second spurt would really fly. The third gush still generally leapt across the room and then numerous additional globs would runout but not jump out as much. Thirty minutes later and I�d still be leaking semen.

I had often had sex with my wife dressed like this so before long, I began yearning to be looked at by somebody. One day, I spotted an advertisement for a club where "ladies" with that special something extra were welcome, as well as admirers. Admirers was a new term to me but it was easy to figure out what it meant. So far only women had seen me dressed as a girl.Well, it didn�t matter to me who saw me. I was determined to try this club and dress for strangers. Easier said then done for abeginner. The first time I went, expecting to enter and change my clothes, I chickened out and went home. A couple of dayslater after walking passed it back and forth with my heart racing, I went in and used their changing room. I dressedconservatively and went in the early evening before patrons normally showed up. That helped as a warm up and the next night I went again, much later at night. I got changed again. This time I put on a cream colored skirt that was just as sheer as could be. Over my black stockings, I was wearing white panties with a very brightly colored floral pattern. I looked in the mirror and the panties showed through as if I didn�t even have a skirt on. Awfully daring, but I steeled my nerve and went out into the bar area. I bought a drink and stood off to the side. A middle-aged man in a suit and tie immediately came up to me and called me "Honey", and told me how nice I looked. I said thank you and introduced myself as Debbie. This was working out well because I was hoping to be noticed. Then he said in a loud voice, " I love your flowered panties!!!" Well that made me nervous  because everyone at the bar turned around and stared at me. All eyes were gazing a few inches below my waist level. I not only was nervous but apparently very excited too because my cock was straining hard against the front of my skirt. I stood there helplessly as my cock grew like never before causing my skirt to lift up almost a foot as the material was being pushed out. My dick was so hard you could see every curve and contour of the head plainly outlined through the skirt. Many of the admirers had huge grins. Now to top it off, a large wet stain starting spreading on my skirt right were the head of my cock was pressing as a great deal of pre-cum excitement was leaking through. Once again the gentleman alongside exclaimed, "Honey you look so darling and I�m as thrilled with your panties as you appear to be from exhibiting them. You are so cute. This is truly love at first sight, honey. I�m head over heels in love with you Debbie.." My god, I had to fight off ejaculating right then and there. I would have never imagined that a man speaking to me sweetly would make by body spasm and my heart flutter. He put his hands all over my derriere affectionately in a most agreeable manner and I swayed my hips as a sign of appreciation. My dick was hurting a little since it had never been so taut like this. Maybe I was meant to be a girl. He asked me if I would please go in the back room with him and sit on a private sofa. This was all so new and nerve-wracking. I was shaking terribly and needed to sit down so I nodded. I felt funny walking because my skirt, stretched by my erection, was squeezing my hips together. It also began riding up with every step and by the time I was exiting the bar room, my panties which could be seen pretty well through it anyway now were at the point where the bottom half of them were fully exposed. As my panties gleamed, the crotch of them must have looked like a smiling, inviting target because whistles from the bar cascaded upon me. Once in the lounge, I sat down and the hem of my skirt actually went above my panty covered cock and snapped back against my body, no longer held out by my excited member but merely bunched up at my waist, covering nothing. "You may need a little practice, learning to sit like a lady, Debbie." He stroked my exposed pantyhose from my knees to my upper thighs. He suddenly leaned forward telling me that he loved me and kissed me deeply and repeatedly. I didn�t know what to think. I had gone there dressed in a see-through skirt so I felt that it wouldn�t be right for me to act like a prude now. I put on some fresh lipstick since "Bill" had kissed most of it off. He took that as a signal and unzipped his fly. How did I let it get this far? My very first time out, wearing girl�s clothes. But I felt something toward Bill so I touched his arm gently, looked him in the eye, smiled and told him that he was sweet. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. He looked intensely at me and said, "Would you take your blouse off Debbie?" As much as I love lingerie, I happily obliged. I held my wig on while I pulled off my blouse.

Then he tugged on my rolled up skirt and lifted my legs up as he pulled it off and threw it aside. It was kind of dim in this make-out room but not that dark. As I looked around at other couches and couples, everyone was fully dressed and here I was sitting in my underwear. Bill for some reason had some jewelry in his jacket pocket and proceeded to hook a nice pearl necklace around my neck. I cooed softly and reached down to stoke his penis. It throbbed at my touch. Every romantic comment from Bill made my heart jump and affected me as I�d never felt. He moaned, "You�re beautiful, Debbie." His words caused me to drop to my knees. "I wish you were my sweetheart, Debbie". I kissed his cock. "I love you with all of my heart Debbie darling, my sweet, adorable baby". I took his cock in my mouth. It felt wonderful. I had gone from never even thinking of flirting with a man to squeezing a stiff, thick, heavily veined boner past my pouting lips and into my readily yielding throat. My frantic lips glided up and down so easily. It may have been my own drooling or his pre-cum droplets but something was doing a thorough job lubricating his stem. Maybe the privacy of one�s home would have been more appropriate for such romantic, intimate activity. All I knew is how I felt, and that was a determination to service this special wooer in a tender manner. It seemed to come natural. I didn�t even gag when I fellated him to the point where my face was mashed into his pubic hairs.

Every few strokes, I took the head out of my mouth and planted wet loving kisses on the head before resuming sucking. I looked up at Bill showing him my mouth crammed with his thick meat and he gazed back at me with such a serious expression. I opened my eyes real wide, letting him admire my cute face, eating his dick and letting him know with my expression that I felt close to him and wanted to share eye contact. Some couples, noticing the action, sauntered over. One guy said, "How brazen! You make whores seem like a girl scouts." Another added, "The slut�s getting ready to eat cum in public. Oh yeah!" Bill was

too wild with desire to chase them away. I came off for a second and let my heart speak, "I love you Bill. Please let me be your girl forever. Pretty please." The other guys could think what they wanted. I wanted Bill to know that his love at first sight was mutual. I could see my words answered his dreams because he grunted uncontrollably and I knew what was about to happen. I softly cupped his balls in my hand, tickling them while my lips gripped his cock as I bobbed in such a way as too provide tremendous, pleasing friction. He held the back of my head with one hand and pushed me in rhythm. I found his remaining hand

with mine and let my fingers intertwine with his. I wanted to hold hands like a steady girlfriend at this dreamy moment. As we kept our eye contact I noticed Bill�s eyes get real wide too. Something warm started smacking into the walls of my cheeks and the roof of my mouth. It covered my tongue and kept rising as the entrance to my throat gratefully accepted a warm tidal wave of soup, straight out of Bill�s hairy balls. AAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Bill was singing our love song .SUCCKKKKKKK YEAH SUCCKKKK MEEEEEEEE DEBBIE�SSSSUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK!!. OOHHHYOUUUUUUU OOOOOOHHHH DEBBBBBIEEEEE OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Each gargantuan gulp tasted so strong as the maukish thick creamy semen was giving my taste buds a lesson in why cum was intended to be dumped into a smelly pussy rather than one�s mouth. I could understand why so many women object to giving head but for me, it was the best way to show my devotion and giving. If I could willingly eat a dick load of putrid ejaculation, my sweetheart would know how I felt about him. So what a sensation this was - strong tasting cum in my mouth, feeling tingly women�s underwear against my

body and having my heart fill with such deep, forever meant love. I couldn� t help myself if I wanted to. I came with an unbelievable gush and soiled my panties with gobs of cream. My balls were warmed at first and then felt chilly as my jism  cooled off when it settled in the crotch of my panties and flooded my testicles. Meanwhile Bill�s dick stayed in my mouth and kept shooting jets of cum and I kept gulping. I couldn�t keep up. A best-selling "facial" pornographic cover shot was there for the want of a camera as naughty gook poured out both sides of my mouth. It was thick and warm, rolling toward the middle of my chin and forming a giant cum stalagmite as it hung there. My audience which had been poking fun at me minutes ago, stood there in awe, wishing they were Bill. "That�s the nastiest, but most thrilling scene I�ve ever witnessed, sweetcakes!" That sounded much better than whore and slut. After all, I was just someone who was finding their true self tonight. Not a loose woman, but a girl only interested in pleasing her man. Bill and I left holding hands, his cum still on my chin, my own spritz dripping down my pantyhose onto my heels.

Bill saw me home and in the weeks to come, we saw each other constantly. I changed my name officially to Debbie. My days as a single were just about over. Bill gave me a beautiful diamond engagement ring. We set a date and on a beautiful June day, I walked down the aisle in a gorgeous wedding gown. Underneath, I had on the sexiest bridal garter, stockings and panties imaginable. We arrived at our honeymoon suite and Bill carried me over the threshold. When he put me down I couldn�t wait. I peeled off my darling�s tuxedo, and my own flowing gown. I was a vision in white lace trimmed undergarments. I puckered my lips and before long was sucking down my husband�s load of cum as both of us sensed as much excitement, dreaminess and joy as we did in our first penis to mouth kiss. Bill cried" This is for you my gorgeous wife." My response was loud but somehow feminine as I made tremendous x-rated slurping sounds. I watched in a

full length mirror so I could always remember the pretty sight. As I turned at an angle to watch, Bill�s meat was practically blue and each vein disappeared into my kisser. My cheek bulged out in the shape of a helmet with a flaring brim. The cheek skin, stretched over the center of this protuberance, began pulsing as the hot semen cascaded out in endless spasms. Bill had lost all self control thanks to his panty fetish and he was being driven absolutely nuts by my silky bridal panties which had row after row of ruffles. No little girl, celebrating a birthday, ever wore prettier underwear ruffles under a party dress. A woman�s lovemaking duties were gratifying in a lot of ways and being someone�s wife was going to mean a life of bliss. I may never get used to the distinctive taste or odor of semen but feeling it�s stickiness all over my face and chest causes me to grin even as the WARM.
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