Batchelor become the batchlorette

I was getting married, a cause for celebration undoubtedly, but also a cause for regret. Regret for all the potential I was leaving behind with my single life. All the things that I could have done and all the people I could have done it with. I loved my fiancée, Gina, very much; she was gorgeous, kind-hearted and generous, but also very traditional in her ways and morally straight-laced. It had taken all my powers of persuasion and a shiny diamond engagement ring simply to persuade Gina to sleep with me before we were married and that was the limit of our sex life, nothing more exciting or unusual than that. On more than one occasion I had tried to get her to go down on me or offered to eat her out but with no success. Given that, I hesitated to mention some of the other things that I wanted to do, that I fantasised about, she'd probably call off the wedding if she knew the ***** of thoughts that ran through my mind. I convinced myself that after we were married, things would be better, Gina would become more adventurous in the bedroom and gradually, with my help, would throw off her straight laced ways and become the sexual animal I had desired her to be ever since I set eyes on her in a sexy evening dress with a plunging neckline that seemed to speak of her hidden passions. It turned out that such a first impression was an inaccurate one, but I couldn't help but dream, hoping one day that side of Gina would come out. Deep down inside, however, I knew there was little chance of that, I knew the kind of thing I would be giving up marrying Gina and, although I was still willing to go through with it, I was feeling a bit heavy hearted with regret at what I was missing out on.

One of the fantasies that I indulged myself with, but would never tell Gina, was of dressing myself like a beautiful woman and seeing what it would be like to seduce a man or to be fucked and used by one. It wasn't that I wanted to become a woman, or felt like a man trapped in a woman's body, I just wanted to try it out, to feel like they feel. She might not have enjoyed sex, but Gina compensated for that by being and dressing especially sexy. I looked on her wardrobe with a mixture of lust and envy as she dressed in short skirts and low cut tops, high heels and silk stockings, with alluring lacy lingerie underneath it all. I just knew that her wedding dress would be gorgeous and that she in it would be one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. Still, I knew that alongside my desire to tear it off her and fuck her, would be envy at her getting to be the beautiful blushing bride and not me. I had confessed all of this to Mark, my best friend since childhood and my best man at the wedding, one evening a couple of weeks before I was due to get married when I had got very drunk and began to spill my guts about my nerves over the upcoming wedding. The next morning, full of guilt, I had got Mark to promise not to tell anyone about my confession and I had thought that was the end of it. That was until my stag party.

I had invited a group of friends around to our house and made sure that Gina would be away all evening, staying over with a friend. Once again, the drink was flowing freely and I was beginning to feel quite light-headed. This wasn't exactly helped by Mark who, equally overcome by alcohol, began to drop hints about my confession, seeming to be trying to make me bring it up.

"So, Rich," he said, laughing and swigging a beer, "What is it that you're going to miss about single life? There's got to be something that you're not going to be able to do when you're married to Gina." I answered vaguely to the effect that I couldn't think of anything he could mean. "You know, like, sex stuff," he continued, fishing, not accepting my first answer, "We all know that Gina isn't exactly the most adventurous lover." This got a laugh from the rest of the guys; I was starting to regret telling them all about Gina's bedroom style. "So, come on, Rich, what is that you'd really like to do before you get married?"

"What we need is some girls," said Jake, a particularly ladish, masculine friend of mine for whom women and sex were never far from his mind, or his lips, "What are you getting at here, Mark, have you got us a stripper?"

"Something like that," he said, glancing significantly at me, "Some entertainment anyway. Could be pretty sexy, we'll have to see."

"What are you talking about?" asked Zach, one of my work colleagues who I knew had always had a bit of a thing for Gina even before I met her.

"Rich knows," Mark replied, all eyes turning to me, as I looked confusedly back at Mark, "Or maybe he doesn't know the whole of it, but he knows what it's about, don't you Rich?" Again, I mumbled something about not having a clue, but I was by now blushing and my protests were unconvincing as I began to worry he was about to reveal my confession. "Stay here," he said to the whole room, "I've got something to get for Rich. It's sort of an early wedding present, but you can only keep it for tonight, I'm afraid."

"You have got him a stripper, excellent," said Pete, a guy I had been to school with but hadn't seen for six years until I invited him to the wedding.

"A stripper? Are you sure that's a good idea," Sam butted in, he was a cautious, nervous kind of guy and that was reflected here by his being the only person other than me a little worried about where the conversation was headed, "I mean, what's Gina gonna think when she finds out?"

"We're not going to tell her, you bloody idiot," Jake replied, irritated with Sam's usual manner as he often was, "She never has to know what goes on between us, right, Rich?"

"It's only normal at this kind of thing," said Pete, trying to reassure Sam.

In the time that it had taken to have this conversation, Mark had been able to slip out of the room, upstairs and back again with his gift. Draped over his arms was a beautiful white dress, it could only be Gina's wedding dress that she had kept hidden from me somewhere I didn't even know where. I was beginning to see where this was headed and I didn't like it, or rather part of me was repulsed by it, but another part curious and excited.

"Now, Gina isn't the only one who'd love to play the blushing bride in this dress this weekend. Is she, Rich?" Mark said, turning to me and causing all eyes in the room to follow, looking at me in various states of drunken confusion as I did indeed blush heavily. "I think we'd all like to give him this opportunity to live out his fantasies before marriage to Gina ends those possibilities." He held out the dress to me, it was a classy strapless silk and lace affair with a very narrow waist and a wide full-length skirt. It was as gorgeous and sexy as I would expect my equally gorgeous fiancée to pick out and my pulse was racing excitedly just at the thought of wearing it. I took it and just stared at it, feeling increasingly as though there was nothing I wanted more in the world than to feel and see myself in it, to feel myself to be the beautiful bride on her wedding night. "How about it, Rich? Are you going to give us the privilege of seeing you as the bride?"

"You mean you want to dress as a woman?" said Jake, shocked and not a little disgusted, "Isn't that kind of gay?"

Instantly my shame and repulsion at what I wanted to do began to rise within me and it was only the feel of the beautiful dress in my hands that kept me from handing it back to Mark and laughing the whole thing off.

"Come on, Jake, it's just a bit of stag night fun," Pete unexpectedly came to my defence, drunkenly slurring his speech, "Don't you think it would be hilarious to see Rich as a girl?"

"Yeah," Sam piped up, "Come on, Rich, do it."

"I agree," laughed my old university flatmate David, "It'd be classic."

"This is something I'd love to see," Ben, a work colleague, said, shaking himself from a drunken stupor to add his voice.

"It looks like everybody does," Mark smiled, "You don't want to disappoint them do you, Rich?"

And he was right, I didn't. I know that they were mostly speaking out of drunken amusement, but it thrilled me to hear my friends clamouring to see me appear as a woman and it made up my mind to do it, to see how it would look and feel just for tonight. After all, in the morning, I could just put it up to drunken stupidity and forget the whole incident like any other dumb thing done under the influence of alcohol. Right now, however, my head was feeling totally clear; I was running on adrenaline, buzzing with excitement at trying on the dress.

Holding the dress close to my chest, I headed for the door to drunken cheers from my friends. As I walked passed him, Mark grabbed my arm for a second and whispered in my ear, "I've laid out everything you'll need to look fabulous on your bed."

This filled me with a tingle of excitement that only increased when I got up to the bedroom I shared with Gina. There, on the bed, was some exquisite, sexy, expensive white lingerie, just like the kind I had always stared longingly at in the pages of catalogues and porn sites on the internet. How did he know?

Eagerly, and with some effort, I managed to lace myself tightly into the bone and lace corset that cinched my waist to a narrow feminine shape, pushing my chest up so it filled the cups to look like breasts. It was mostly white but with pink laces to tie it tightly around me and a little pink lace around the cups of the bra. Next were a tiny little pair of white french knickers that matched in colour to the corset, mostly plain white and lacy but with a little pink bow above where the girl's pussy would be. These, I slid slowly up my legs, becoming ever more excited as they came closer to my crotch until my cock was encased in their lacy feel. It certainly felt a lot different to the ordinary underwear that I wear, I can tell you. It felt better, more alive, more sexy, more girlish and impetuous, I felt like in lacy knickers like that I could really become the alluring sex kitten I had wanted Gina to be for me, I could become like my ideal of her. My cock was already twitching eagerly and anxiously at these thoughts and the feel of the underwear. I tried to calm myself; I didn't want the guys to think that I was enjoying this quite as much as I was. I had to concentrate on continuing to dress and not think about how sexy I was increasingly feeling.

I've always been quite fair and boyish so fortunately my body wasn't really covered by any unsightly hairs that would make me look masculine. Even so, I briefly considered shaving my legs but worried both that that would take up valuable time and also betray my true excitement and desire even more than the slight bulge in my panties. Besides, I couldn't wait to put on the best part of the lingerie that Mark had laid out for me. The stockings were white silk stay ups with a lace pattern around the top and tiny pink bows that matched the ones on the fronts of my panties. They looked great and I knew that they would look even better wrapped around my long legs. I wasn't at all tall for a guy (about 5'8, pretty much the same as Gina, which would be fortunate when it came to putting on her dress), but I would be for a girl, and my legs, disproportionately long, would look stunning in the stockings. As I sat on the bed and rolled the stockings up, slipping one over my foot, I licked my lips and imagined what those long legs would look like if I were a hot girl and they were wrapped around my boyfriend's arse. Slowly, I rolled the first stocking up my right leg, savouring every second of the soft, sensuous feel of silk on flesh; I thought I was going to blow my load in my panties right there and then. Fortunately, I was able to control myself and with some effort while still sitting on the bed, I was able to reduce the size of my hard-on so it was barely visible and get on with the job of putting on the wedding dress itself.

In the dress, I began to feel every inch the beautiful bride on her big day and felt a slight twinge of jealousy at Gina being able to do it for real. Finally, beside the bed I found Mark had left a pair of white heels which, when I slipped them onto my feet, fit absolutely perfectly and made my calves look even sexier in their white stockings. Now, unlike my height and build, my feet were definitely not the same size as Gina's, these couldn't have been her shoes and I began to think once more about how much thought and planning Mark must have put into this.

However, I wasn't allowed too much leisure to think on this as just at that second, as I stood up after buckling the shoes around my feet, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. As I looked closer I was stunned, thrilled and proud to see how good I looked. I was certainly a passable woman, hell, I was hot. In that beautiful white dress with a narrow waist, little breasts and long legs I looked like the kind of bride anyone would be delighted to marry. At that point, I decided to go all out for this and sat myself at Gina's make-up table and set about making my face even more beautifully feminine.

I had seen Gina do this thousands of times and was pretty confident I knew what I was doing as I applied foundation and blush to my cheeks making my skin soft and rosy just like a bride's should be on her exciting wedding day. Then, I turned my attention to my eyes, adding a pale blue eye shadow to bring out the blue colour in them and extending my lashes to a fluttery girlish look with mascara. Finally my I painted my lips with Gina's favourite pink lipstick.

Fortunately I had always worn my blond hair long, perhaps a part of me always wanted to feel that little bit womanly, so it was easy now to use Gina's hairspray to tease it into her kind of style. Since Gina had had her hair dyed blonde a couple of weeks earlier for the wedding, people had said we'd had matching his and hers hair. Styled like this, I could see what they meant. In fact, like this I looked so good I could easily pass for Gina's sister. As I added the final touch, Gina's bridal veil thinly covering my face, I could probably even pass for Gina herself.

I was ready to face my public. I adjusted myself a little and admired myself a little longer in the mirror, striking a couple of model poses. It wasn't that I was nervous about going downstairs; I just loved how great I looked. Well, alright, I was nervous about how those guys would react. Had I taken it too far? Was I too convincing a woman for this to work as a joke? Would it just make them uncomfortable?

Oh, well, I thought, it's now or never. This is the last chance I'll ever get do this; better make the most of it. And with that, tottering a little on my heels at first, I headed down the stairs to make my entrance, every part of me buzzing with electric thrills, anticipation, nerves. My head was swimming and I had to keep a tight hold on the banister as I descended and not just because I was unused to walking in heels. I was feeling totally hot and sexy and feminine in the lingerie and wedding dress and yet I was trying not to think sexily for fear the outline of my hard cock could betray me. My heart was all aflutter as I stepped through the door.

`I stood there, with my hand on the doorknob, waiting to go into the living room where all my friends sat drinking to celebrate my upcoming marriage. I hesitated there for a moment, not quite sure what their reaction would be upon seeing me dolled up like this, my fiancee's beautiful strapless wedding dress worn over sensual white lingerie, my face covered by Gina's veil and painted with her sexy make-up. What would these people who had known me for so many years think to discover there was a completely different side to me than anything they had seen before? Well, I was about to find out as I opened the door and stepped over the threshold (properly a bride should be carried but as I was without a groom this had to do).

As I stepped into the room, Mark, my best man who I'd confessed my secret desires to and who had obviously been well prepared and anticipating this moment, pushed play on the stereo and I walked slowly and gracefully into the room to the sounds of "here comes the bride", much as if it really was my big day and I was walking down the aisle to my dream man, except that here there were ten men awaiting me, cheering, laughing and making mocking catcalls, although on the faces of some I could clearly detect a note of surprise at what a good looking bride I made.

"Gentleman, allow me to present to you the lovely Gina," said Mark, to a round of applause from the guys, "Doesn't she look stunning, give us a twirl Gina."

Feeling a flush of pleasure, I did just as he asked and the guys applauded again.

"It really is an impressive transformation," said David, my former flatmate, "If I didn't know better I'd swear it was really Gina under that veil."

"Lift it up, show us your face," encouraged Joe, another old friend from university, "Let's see how good a transformation it really is."

Slowly, I lifted my veil and put it back over my blonde hair to reveal my pretty, made up face. If I thought there were looks of surprise on my friend's faces at my entrance, it was even more the case now as an audible gasp went up around the room at my appearance transformed to the face of a sexy girl. To further enhance the image I leaned forward in a provocative pose, fluttered my newly long eyelashes, pouted my pink lips and blew Joe a kiss. He grinned as I've seen him do when he catches the eye of a real pretty girl, but a second later I saw him blush and look away, seeming confused by the emotions I was stirring up in him. I couldn't blame him, I was feeling pretty confused myself. Sure, dressing like a woman was everything I had hoped it would be, it made me feel sexy and confident and flirty and sure I always wanted to see what it would be like to use such feminine talents to seduce a man but these were my closest friends and I was starting to have thoughts about them that I had never had before, lascivious thoughts that don't normally pass between ordinary friends, the same thoughts that I could sense some of them were trying to suppress about me.

"So," said Mark, excitedly sensing this atmosphere, "Who wants to kiss the bride?" All the guys tried not to catch his or my eye as he said this, not wanting to be humiliated before their friends. In the absence of any volunteers, Mark continued, "Maybe the beautiful Gina should be the one to pick herself, who's it going to be, Gina?" he asked, still referring to me by my fiancee's name, so much so that I began to feel I was Gina here with a room of studly men to pick from.

Understandably enough, now that I was assuming the persona of a lust filled young woman, the choice of which guy to kiss was an enticing and exciting one and one that I wasn't going to take lightly. A part of me thought that once I did this there could be no turning back, by the way that I kissed one of the men, that would indicate pretty clearly where my real desires lay and would make it ever harder to pass this whole thing off as a joke. A second later, I decided that that didn't matter, even if there was no going back from here and my secret desires were about to be discovered, it didn't matter, I was in too deep by now to turn back. I was too much in love with the sensual way the dress made me feel, with acting out as the slutty Gina and with the thought of fulfilling all my deepest fantasies.

That decision taken, I still had to decide which of the guys I was going to go for now, which would I kiss. I looked all around the group of watching guys, or rather trying not to watch but all peeking at me anyway, to see which was the best choice, already thinking like a slutty girl choosing her guy, thinking about the hot bodies of these guys who had previously just been my friends. Which of my friends was the best looking? Which would be the best fuck? Which the biggest cock? I tried to imagine them parading before me without their clothes. One stood out amongst them and that was Pete. I had been to school with Pete six years earlier and hadn't really seen him since. I remembered Pete from school as a quiet, nondescript decent guy who most of the girls didn't really look twice at. Well they certainly would now, these days Pete was something to behold. Bald, black and over 6'5", Pete certainly cut an imposing figure. He'd also obviously been working out, his shoulders were broad, his body toned and he had a hell of a six pack which his tight shirt showed off to the best advantage. I couldn't even come to imagine what might be in his pants for fear of actually swooning. I noted that when the suggestion of me dressing in the wedding dress had come up he had been one of the first to come to my defence in supporting the idea. I hadn't seen him in so long, this sort of thing could be what he was into for all I knew.

Despite all that, my eyes and my thoughts were drawn somewhere else, to someone who hadn't really spoken up at all during this strange business. Zach was someone that I worked with and had got to know really through Gina who he had known before me. I could always sense when we out together that he had a bit of a crush on her and that she was totally oblivious to it. I knew that he seemed troubled by not being able to act on it. When I had first appeared as Gina, he had been sitting directly opposite me and I was able to see his reaction as his mouth dropped open on seeing me enter and again on my lifting my veil. Now I could see he was still staring directly at me, unlike the others who were trying to make it look like they weren't watching, running his eyes up and down my hot feminine body as if to match it up against Gina's. I decided that Zach was the best option to go for.

"Zach," I purred in my best approximation of Gina's voice, "You've always wanted me haven't you? I've seen how you look at me. Well this is your last chance before I marry that jerk Rich. Come and give me a kiss."

He just sat there and stared, completely unsure of what to do.

"Go on then, Zach," Mark encouraged, "Do as the lady asks. You should be thrilled to be Gina's choice."

"Yeah, go on," said Tony, another old school friend who was sitting next to Zach.

"If you don't, I will. She's hot," said Mark's brother Carl, who was sitting on the other side of Zach and was known to be a bisexual (still I found this quite a compliment that he fancied me as a girl and I blushed a little and even gave a sort of curtsy), with the help of Tony, he dragged Zach to his feet and pushed him over towards me.

Carl and Tony stood back as I stepped forward to face Zach. Normally slightly below average height, I would have had to look up at him as Zach was a good 6 foot, however in my heels I came up to be able to look him directly in the eye. His eyes were grey, I noticed now for the first time, beneath his floppy brown fringe. He was quite skinny but his muscles were clearly well defined and he obviously took a care with his appearance. I began to think I knew what girls like me would see in a guy like Zach and for the first time felt a moment's worry that he could steal the real Gina away from me, especially if she were to find out what a sissy I could be. Still, such worries were only fleeting thoughts as I was increasingly letting myself be ruled by my desires. Zach still held back a little, appearing both unsure of himself and a little repulsed and excited and aroused. I decided that if anything was going to happen here then it would have to be me taking the initiative. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards me until our faces were just an inch or so apart. This was it. I licked my shiny pink lips and inhaled his musky masculine scent before leaning in and brushing my lips lightly against Zach's. It was only the briefest, lightest kiss but even so I could feel Zach leaning in to kiss me back. This gave me the courage to really go for it as I brought my hands up to his head and pulled him back in, this time planting my lips firmly on him and giving him a long, wet, lingering kiss. As I pushed my tongue between my lips, I could feel his mouth open up at this encouragement. I slid my tongue into his mouth and for a moment our tongues were pressed together, caressing like the rest of our bodies. At first we had just been pressing our faces together but now, with my hands straying down his back to his tight arse, I pulled Zach into a passionate embrace. The guys laughed and cheered and this spurred me on further, holding the kiss for as long as I could. He tasted different from any of the girls I'd kissed before, stronger, mostly in fact he tasted of the beers we'd been drinking. As our bodies pressed together, my dick began to get even harder, feeling not just the soft lace of my panties pressing against it but also Zach's hard body. With our groins pushed together, I could feel how aroused he was too, even through my dress and his jeans I could feel his cock firm and erect.

Zach looked notably flustered as he pulled away from the kiss, his floppy hair a mess from where I had run my hands through it, my pink lipstick smeared across his lips. I was staring greedily and lustily into his eyes but he didn't know which way to look. I diverted my attention down his hot body to his crotch where his arousal was now evident for all to see with a huge bulge in his pants. Fortunately, my dress was just about able to hide my similar situation, although I think from watching the lust and passion in my kiss, some of the guys may have guessed that this was more than just a joke to me.

"Hey Zach," laughed Carl, obviously noticing what Zach's embarrassment and my lascivious gaze were directed towards, "It looks like even this Gina has what it takes to turn you on!"

Zach looked even more embarrassed and tried to cover his arousal as all the other guys turned to look. He was shaking his head and blushing and stammering.

"No...no...that's...that's not what's happening here. I...I've just..." he stuttered, desperately searching for an excuse while to amuse the others and to further distract Zach, I struck some provocative poses, pouting my lips and sticking my chest out one way and my arse the other. "Whatever, you guys know that I'm not at all attracted to Rich in drag, right?" He finished and the others just laughed again, "Right?" Nobody seemed to be about to agree with him, but then they didn't say anything to disagree either. Looking around the room, I noticed a few smaller bulges in the other guy's trousers and thought that maybe they didn't want to jump in with an opinion of their own in case they drew attention to their own condition.

"So, if I don't turn you on, then you won't mind if I do this," I said, deciding once more to take control myself.

I dropped to my knees in front of Zach's bulging crotch. Before he realised what I was doing, I had unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Now, however, I hesitated, this was the first cock other than my own that I had touched or even seen this close up. It felt warm and hard in my hand. Just the feel of the throbbing, excitable warmth of the cock in my hand was thrilling and I knew that I wanted to take it in my mouth like a pretty little cock-sucking slut. I licked my lips once more and extended my tongue further to flick across the trembling head of Zach's cock. Despite his protests, I could feel his cock getting even harder with my hand around it and the thought that I was turning him on was even more exciting to me. I swirled my tongue around inside the opening of his cock before running it up and down the shaft, caressing it. I could feel him becoming weak at the knees at the touch of my tongue and as I opened my lips and just let the head of his cock slip between them, still brushing my tongue all over it, I heard him moan with pleasure.

"Mmmm, Gina, that's good," he moaned. I looked up and he had his eyes half closed, really getting into it now, he was starting to imagine that I truly was Gina letting his cock into my mouth.

I could taste his pre-cum on my lips, warm and salty it made me dying for more. As I pushed forward, I managed to slip the first four inches of his six inch cock into my throat before gagging a little. My hands were still around the base, massaging it just as my tongue had earlier. I let the whole of his cock slip back out of my mouth and stared at it for a second. It was slick and slippery with a mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum, my pink lipstick was smeared along the length of it. I looked up at Zach and smiled at him. All the time, my hands never left his cock, stroking the length of it, keeping him hard and excited, so he couldn't have second thoughts about what I was doing to him.

"Would you like me to suck you off, Zach?" I grinned, "Isn't that what you've always wanted from me?"

"Yes Gina," he said, "Suck my cock. Suck it now." The guys laughed at this but I could tell from the eager straining in Zach's voice that he was completely serious.

"It's sooo hard," I purred, "So much better than my fiancee Rich, he's such a sissy man." I couldn't help teasing Zach by reminding him who it really was that was about to take his cock in his mouth.

"Come on Rich, just do it," Zach said, desperately.

That was all the encouragement I needed and I let his cock back between my lips, this time pumping my head back and forth, bobbing up and down on it faster and faster, taking more and more of it further into my throat. I relaxed my throat and before I knew it, my nose was brushing against his bushy pubic hair, all his cock was stuck inside me. I couldn't believe it, I was deepthroating my friend and loving it! My own cock meanwhile was straining against the elastic waistband of the pretty little french knickers I was wearing beneath my bridal skirt. The feel of all this sexy, soft, girlish lingerie and the dress against my skin and the manly, hard, throbbing cock in my mouth was sending me wild as I devoured the pre-cum that still ****** from Zach's beast. Just picturing what the other guys could see as their friend was sucked off by a hot slut bride just made me want to blow my load inside my future wife's sexy panties right there and then, but I was desperate to get Zach off first. I went at it with even more eagerness, running my lips and tongue over every inch of his cock as he moaned and groaned and barely kept himself together.

"Oh fuck that's good Gina, don't stop now, you're gonna make me cum," Zach moaned as he thrust his hips to meet the movement of my mouth until I had taken all his six inches in.

"Christ, she's pretty good at this," my friend David said with surprise, "I mean she doesn't just look like a hot slut, she acts like one too."

"I know," said Carl, "this is better than a porn show."

"Are you sure you've never done this before," Mark laughed from the other side of the room, "Because you're a natural cocksucker, honey."

"Mmmm," was all Zach could grunt in response to this, but it was pretty obvious that he agreed.

Hearing this, I decided to make more of a show of it, sucking him dramatically and moaning to myself like a hot porn star. With an added eagerness and purpose, I slurped around his cock, desperate to bring him off to a climax pretty fast. It was obviously working as his moans became louder and more urgent, his thrusting between my lips more wild and frantic.

Finally, his knees buckled and he cried out, "Fuck Gina, I'm gonna cum."

I'd never really tasted cum before but the taste on Zach's dick made me eager for more and the slutty girl persona I had adopted seemed desperate to drink it all down, so I didn't stop. A second later, I felt the hot, thick spurt of Zach's juices hit the back of my throat. I gulped it down as he shot even more into my mouth. After what seemed like one hell of an orgasm, Zach's now soft cock slipped from my lips and he collapsed back on the sofa, spent. My mouth was still filled with his cum and my lips were shiny and sticky. Looking around at the gaping faces of my friends, I opened my mouth to show the sticky white cum still on my tongue and then swallowed it down like I had seen a girl do in a porn film on the internet.

I looked around a little closer at the other guys, who were still intently watching me as I knelt on the floor in my pretty white wedding dress. While watching the little show that I had been putting on, I could now see that a lot of them had taken their cocks out and were stroking them along to the oral attentions I was giving to Zach. This made me feel even better about how hot I must be as a woman.

"So," I said, eyeing them all up lasciviously, "Who wants to be next?"

Believe me, there was no shortage of takers for this offer. Most eagerly, Carl and Tony sprung to their feet, their cocks already semi hard in their hands. Carl was a tall and very thin well dressed guy with slightly affected manners. Similarly, his veiny cock that he was stroking was long, almost eight inches but thin. Conversely, Tony's was shorter in length than Zach's but thick. My head was spinning, I couldn't believe how quickly things were progressing here. Just a half hour earlier I was aroused and nervous in my lingerie and bridal wear, wondering what it would be like to kiss a guy. Now, my lips sticky with cum, I was thinking about taking on two cocks at once.

"Come on boys," I grinned, "I think I can manage both of you at once."

I reached out my hands and wrapped one each around their cocks and pulled them over to me. I turned my head towards Carl's long, thin dick and opened my lips, letting it slip easily in. After the practice I had got on Zach, this was becoming a lot easier and I was quickly becoming pretty skilled. I jerked off both cocks as I bobbed my head back and forth over the first few inches of Carl's for a minute, and then switched my attention to Tony, alternating my sucking and licking back and forth between the two of them while able to moan out between them.

"Fuck your cocks are hard, I just love sucking on them. There's nothing a young bride like me wants more than good, hard cocks in her mouth."

It wasn't long before I decided to see just how much I could now fit in my pretty pink mouth. I pulled both cocks together so their quivering heads were brushing against one another and opened my mouth as wide as it would go. Doing this, I could just fit both the heads of their cocks between my lips and still have room to run my tongue all over and around them. That was enough for Tony who cried out and shot his cum into my mouth and all over Carl's cock.

With Tony spent, I turned the full force of my cock-sucking attentions to Carl, licking his cock clean of Tony's juices. Only a few seconds later, however, and Carl started to blow his load too. My throat was already full with trying to swallow Tony's salty cum so Carl's began to overflow between my lips. I took his cock out of my mouth but he continued to wank himself off. I felt a warm stream of cum hit my cheek and another fly into my blonde hair. Carl continued to cum for what seemed like ages, spurting all over my hair and the bridal veil that was still over the back of my head, my chest and the lacy bodice of my wedding dress turning it more of an off-white colour than it had been. After a while, I managed to get my lips back around his cock and sucked him dry, savouring the taste so much that I was pleased to be able to lick even more off from around my lips.

By now, every one of the guys in the room had their cocks out and were jerking along (even Zach who had got hard again pretty fast). All except Jake, by far my most manly and homophobic friend who couldn't seem to cope with the thought that the hot bridal slut sucking cocks in front of him was really his male friend. Once all the other guys were intently stroking their cocks and moaning, Jake was turning away embarrassedly and walking out of the room, only to keep coming back after a few minutes. Obviously there was something compelling going on here for him.

Having built up a bit of practice, I now knew that I was ready to try and take on Pete. As I had blown the last two guys, I had noticed that his cock was every bit as majestically huge as I had anticipated and now, as I beckoned him over to me with a wink, I could see as it came closer that it was even bigger than I thought. About 10 inches long, circumcised and almost as thick as my wrist, it was dark and veiny and pulsing with desire, as intimidating as it was alluring. How on earth was I going to fit this in my mouth? Well, I was going to try. I could barely fit my hand around the shaft as I put both of them round it and started to stroke, his beast stretching out way beyond even where my hands were.

"It's soooo big," I moaned.

"I bet a pretty little thing like you has never seen anything like it," Pete said, his voice deep and masculine, "Wouldn't you love a taste of my black meat, you little cock hungry slut?"

I was indeed a cock hungry slut and was desperate for a taste of him. I licked my tongue all along and around his shaft, kissing it all over, soaking it my saliva, and then slipped his slick, wet cock between my lips, managing to swallow about half of it at my first effort.

"That's it, you whore," Pete said, grabbing me by my blonde hair, pulling it into pigtails as he pulled my face towards him and pushed his cock deeper into me, "Take it all in."

I could barely breath, my mouth was so full of his dark, throbbing monster and there was even more of it to come. Still, I was loving the sense of being so dominated by such a man and such a firm, thick cock. My own cock was straining so hard in my panties that I thought I might just cum right there and then without even touching it. I tried my hardest to relax my throat and, despite gagging a little, Pete managed to thrust most of himself into my mouth, seeming to stretch my lips wider than they had ever been before. Still holding my hair in pigtails for leverage, he began to fuck my face and all I could do was kneel there and take it and enjoy it.

However, Pete wasn't the only person after something from me right now and as he fucked my throat, I could see my former flatmate David coming over towards me. I managed to push Pete's cock from my mouth long enough to shake my head and say "No. I can't fit another cock in my mouth with Pete here."

David gave me a dirty look and a grin, "Don't worry Gina," he said, "It's not your mouth I'm after," I suddenly felt nervous, looking over my shoulder I could see that from my position of kneeling and leaning forward towards Pete's cock, my arse in the white wedding dress was raised invitingly, my white stockings showing out of the bottom of the skirt my pretty, long legs, ending in the white heels, the outline of my panties visible against the skirt, it looked pretty inviting to any guy and I started to worry that this was what David was thinking too, something he confirmed as he went on to say, "I was just wondering what it would be like to fuck that pert panty clad arse of yours."

I gulped, just as Pete pulled my head back to face him and put his cock back between my lips. Sure I wanted to be taken like a girl, like a new bride on her wedding night, but I didn't know if I was ready for it just yet. Mind you, with a man as big and strong as Pete holding my down and sticking his cock down my throat, there wasn't much I could do about my arse.


Those pretty white panties are appropriate given that it's going to be your first time," David, my friend and former flatmate said, lifting up the white skirt of the wedding dress I was wearing and running his hand over the white lacy french knickers that I wore beneath, the feel of his hand on my arse causing my cock to twitch in excitement.

It was my stag night, I was supposed to be enjoying my last night of masculine freedom, drinking and getting strippers. Just imagine if my beautiful fiancee could see me now, on my hands and knees, wearing her wedding dress tight over sexy sensual white lingerie that was causing a massive hard-on beneath the dress, my face painting with her make-up and smeared with the cum of the three friends I'd already sucked off while my lips were wrapped around the ten inch monster cock of my former school friend Pete. What would virginal Gina think to know that dressed as her I had sucked the cock of our work colleague Zach who had always had a crush on her, and drank his cum? What would she think to know my feelings now as my friend caressed my arse and told me how much he was looking forward to taking my cherry on my wedding night? Would she believe the mixture of feelings I felt, nerves, excitement, but more than anything, arousal. To be fucked like a little slut was the one thing I desired most to do before I was married and I couldn't believe it was happening to me now.

Similar thoughts were obviously occurring to David as he turned to me and said, referring to me by my future wife's name as the others had all evening that I had been dressing and playing as her, "Well Gina, what would your sissy fiance Rich think to know that it'll be me taking your virginity on your wedding night?"

I couldn't answer, my mouth was stuffed so full of Pete's monster cock that I could barely breath so I just sort of gargled. I couldn't see behind me, Pete's hands holding my head in place on my cock saw to that, but I could feel my arse exposed where David had drawn the skirt of my wedding dress up around my waist and now I could feel his hardness pressed against my arse through the thin lacy material of my panties. Suddenly, I wasn't so sure that this was what I wanted, his cock felt so big against my tiny little opening, how would it ever fit in there?

For the second time, I managed to get my mouth free of Pete's cock in order to say to David, "I don't know if I'm ready for this now. Please don't."

"This is what a bride gets on her wedding night, Gina," David said patronisingly, "She gets fucked with a big, hard cock. You wanted to play the bride so now you're going to see it through."

I tried to fight for a second to get away but Pete's hands were on my shoulders holding me down in a doggy-style position while he began to rub the end of his huge cock tantalisingly across my lips, brushing them with his tasty pre-cum, distracting me with the allure of the cock in front of me from the one behind me.

"Don't worry Gina, I know it's your first time, I'll be gentle," David said. The other guys laughed, they had all heard David's tails of his sexual exploits with so many women, none of them ever involved him being gentle.

There was nothing I could do as he pushed my panties aside and slipped one wet finger into my anus. Despite my fears, I found this hugely exciting, my cock twitched and I let out a *********** moan as David pushed the finger in as deep as it could go and began to finger my tight warm arse.

"Yeah, you're liking that aren't you Gina? Imagine how great my cock is going to feel in there," he said, pushing a second finger in there.

"Oh, oooo, yesss," I moaned, more in response to the fingering than the question.

He withdrew both fingers from my arse and I could feel it, almost with a will of its own, rising back to meet them, desperate to be filled again. I could feel the head of his cock now at the entrance to my virgin arse. He spat on his hand and rubbed the saliva all over his dick, satisfied that that was enough lubricant. He put his hands on either side of my arse and pulled my arse cheeks open to give him better access and then pushed an inch of his thick, hard cock into me.

"OH GOD! OH FUCK!!!" I screamed out at the top of my voice, I felt like my arse was being torn apart as he pushed further passed my sphincter.

My tight virgin arse clenched hard on his cock, trying to force it out.

"Fuck, you're tight Gina, I don't think I've ever fucked a girl this tight, it feels great on my cock."

I tried to relax my arse but felt like I was about to pass out from the pain of it all and then, before I knew it, all of David's cock was up inside me, impaling me, tearing me wide open. He withdrew all the way and slammed it back in, this time quicker and harder than before. I let out another girlish squeal and this time, Pete used the opportunity to shove his massive beast back deep down my throat so I felt totally impaled between the two cocks. As Pete pulled out of my mouth, David thrust hard into my arse so with a moan I was pushed back onto Pete's cock, there was nothing I could do, they were totally in control of my every move.

It wasn't long, however, before I found myself getting used to it. My tight ************* arse was torn a little wider and I became number to the pain of David buggering me. Meanwhile I was awoken to the sheer pleasure of feeling his cock pushing deep up inside me stimulating my prostate while I clasped my lips around another, fatter cock. This thrill of being used by cocks at both ends was just what I'd always dreamt of and in practice it felt even sexier. As I really started to get into it, I allowed my arse to rise back to meet David's thrusts and pushed my head forward to slurp on Pete's cock, moaning loudly with every breath Pete allowed me. Soon I felt Pete tense up and empty a massive load down my throat and across my face. My mouth was now free to moan and scream to my heart's content as David picked up the pace, seeming to thrust deeper and harder into me every time, pulling on my long, blonde hair in order to get even greater leverage.

"Fuck, that's amazing," he grunted, "You're loving this aren't you know Gina?"

"Yes, yes, FUCK YESS!" I screamed and panted, "Fuck me David, fuck me harder. I love the feel of you inside my tight arse, taking my cherry. I want you to cum for me. Fill my arse with your hot cum. Make me cream my sexy panties. Fuck, fuck, fuck me! FUUUCCKK MEEEEE!" I let out a wail as I could feel my cock let out a huge stream of cum, soaking my white lacy panties and through to my wedding dress, virginal no more.

All this was enough for David, "Fuck, fuck. Oh GOD!" he cried out as in my orgasm my arse tightened further on his cock and he too blew his load, filling me up with his sticky juices.

I let David's cock slide from my arse and stood up. My wedding dress (or rather, what would be my wife's wedding dress in a couple of days) was torn and sticky with cum. I unzipped it and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it so I was just dressed in the sensual lingerie, the lacy white corset and matching panties, white thigh highs and three inch heels.

There were only a few of my guests that hadn't had their way with me yet. Apart from my best man Mark, who was holding back despite encouraging the whole thing in the first place, and Jake who seemed to object to it all, there were just my friends Sam, Ben and Joe left and the latter two came over to me now. Between them, they lifted me up and took me over to the coffee table and lay me down on it. Ben stood at my legs and Joe at my shoulders. My cock was already growing hard again at being ********** by these hot guys. Brushing across it, Ben pulled down my panties, originally white but now see-through, I had got them so wet, and discarded them. He stood between my stockinged legs and pulled them wide open, positioning himself by my arse. I wrapped my legs around him, not wanting to let this one get away and loving the feel of our flesh rubbing together with the soft silk of the stockings in between. As Ben pushed his cock up into my arse, David's cum already in there acting as a sort of lubricant, I wrapped my mouth around Joe's cock and began to suck it.

As Ben began to hump me over the coffee table, we were joined by some of the guys that I had already seen to, their cocks hard once more and ready for action as they gathered round and stroked themselves off over my lingerie clad body. While I continued to suck on Joe's dick, I took two of them in my hands and wanked them in time with my sucking. Meanwhile, to get a better access to my arse, Ben had lifted my legs up so my heels were on his shoulders, he was now stimulating me deeper than I could ever have thought possible. Meanwhile the other guys were rubbing their cocks up against my silk stockings. We were joined too now by my old friend Sam, a little, effeminate, nervous guy, he had held back until now. And rather than joining the seven other men who were all rubbing their hard cocks up against me in some way, he noticed my own hard trembling cock and soon his lips were wrapped around it in the same way that mine were around Joe's. I'd never got a blowjob from a guy before but Sam was pretty into it and it was really turning me on, I guess this must be the way the other guy's were feeling about what my lips could do to them. As some of the guys proceeded to shoot their loads across my face, my chest in the white corset and my stockings, I too felt my hips bucking and cum shooting forth from my cock into Sam's throat. Ben was obviously pretty turned on by this as my quivering hips were enough to result in the second load of cum that had filled my arse that evening.

Joe stepped away from my mouth and took Ben's place, tearing into my arse with even greater vigour and excitement, leaving my mouth free. I expected another cock, instead I got Sam's lips, planting a long, sloppy wet kiss on mine. Nobody had kissed me since Zach, my face and lips were too soaked in cum for them to think this attractive, but Sam seemed to be loving it, pushing my own cum back down my throat as he caressed my tongue with his, before dashing from the room as the other guys laughed at him. I didn't have much time to think about this as he was instantly replaced by the hard cocks of David and Carl in my mouth.

As I was soaked in cum once more and the latest group of guys left me collapsed on the coffee table, I looked up to see Pete sitting in a chair opposite, his monster cock sticking straight up like a massive pole.

"How about you come and park that pretty little arse of yours on my lap, Gina?" he grinned at me.

His cock was far bigger than any I had already taken in my arse that evening, but what the hell, I was loving my slutty new persona and desperate to take see what his big black cock would do to me.

I got up at tottered over towards him in my high white heels, looking every inch the hot blonde bride well and truly fucked and cum soaked with just the semi erect cock hanging between my legs showing me to be anything else. As I swayed my hips in what I hoped was an enticing feminine manner, I gave David a pouting, fuck me look that caused his massive cock to become even stiffer. I turned my back to him, I wanted to look out at the room and watch their reactions as I gave my performance. I straddled his legs with my own in their sticky white stockings, placing the entrance to my newly torn arse over his monster cock. Pete put his hands on my waist and pushed the first couple of inches up inside me, slowly lowering me down his pole.

"Oh, fuck," I cried out. Even with all the cocks that had already fucked me that evening, Pete's was filling me up like nothing I could ever have imagined, and it wasn't even half in yet.

He paused for a moment to allow my arse to get used to his beast and I let out a moan. Eventually, he managed to impale me completely on it. I felt like it was stuck right up through me, stimulating every fibre in my girlish body. Slowly at first, but rapidly picking up speed, I began to ride him, rocking my tight arse back and forth on his huge cock while my own flopped about between my legs, rubbing my white stocking clad thighs against his. I had the eyes of the whole room, even Jake, fixed on me as I threw back my long blonde hair and opened my mouth in a series of louder moans while they watched his monster black cock entering my tiny white arse.

"Oh, ooo, oooooh, fuck," I moaned and screamed as I felt Pete's black hands all over my body, rubbing against my stockings and moving up over my white lacy corset to play with my tiny breasts. "Fuck me, make me your little cumslut," I continued to yell, while the other guys had amazingly got hard again and were stroking themselves off, all except Jake who still looked a little uncomfortable, even though I could see a huge bulge in his trousers. As I gave him a lascivious grin and wink, he flushed red and turned away.

Right at that moment, I suddenly realised that we weren't alone, there was somebody standing just inside the room, somebody I didn't recognise. I was rocking back ever harder on the massive cock that filled me, my free hand beginning to stroke my own, as I moaned out "Oh God, you're cock feels so hard in my tight puss..." In the middle of being about to really go girly and call my arse my pussy, I stopped and stared astounded. Maybe Mark had hired a stripper after all, although this was a particularly inopportune time for her to come in. I might have looked like a hot blonde bride from above the waist but with my panties discarded, the hard cock that I was stroking gave away not only the fact that I was really a guy but also how much I was enjoying being taken by this big black cock. The girl in the doorway was equally hot despite her boyish figure and short dark haircut, and dressed in just some very sexy lingerie. Her little breasts, the match of the humps that my corset had squeezed into place on my chest, were pushed up by the padded cups of a dark blue bra trimmed by lace. This was paired with matching blue satin panties with little bits of lace, over a dark blue garter belt which held up some black stockings. On her feet were a pair of blue platforms with six inch heels. Her make-up was slutty in the extreme, shiny dark red lips and sparkling blue eye shadow. She was certainly gorgeous, indeed a moment of lust flashed across my mind. If I wasn't getting married this weekend, I thought, then I would definitely go for a girl like her, before realising what a stupid thought that was given where I was, bouncing up and down on my schoolfriend's hard cock while dressed in a corset and stockings. Right now, however, I, along with the rest of the room, stopped what I was doing in order to stare open mouthed at the new arrival.

Maybe it was the amount that I'd drank and the head rush of the whole situation this evening, but I didn't recognise her sexy undies, or even who she was until she smiled at everyone and said in a high pitched voice, "Hello boys, I'm Samantha." Suddenly, it dawned on my, I'd lost track of where Sam had disappeared after sucking my cock as I'd been not a little distracted by Pete. Well, now he had come back, totally transformed after following my lead and getting into my future wife's underwear drawers and he looked great. So good in fact that my lust was mixed with a little jealousy, even given how good I knew I looked as a girl.

Sam, or rather Samantha, strode into the room purposefully, not seeming to have any trouble walking in his very high platforms. He headed over to where Jake was sitting awkwardly trying to hide his erection. Samantha placed one hand on his/her friend's shoulder and the other brushed across his crotch. "Here, let me help you with that, honey," s/he said in her femme voice. Jake didn't offer any objection, he was too stunned, staring directly at his friend transformed into a hot girl as she unzipped his trousers and pulled out his throbbing manhood. As she stroked his cock with her hand, making it harder by the second, I noticed that she'd painted her fingernails the same deep red as her lips. Lips with which she now planted a kiss against the swollen purple head of her friend's cock.

"Sam, don't," Jake said, not being very convincing, and not pushing Samantha away from his crotch, "This isn't what I want. I'm not a fag like these guys."

"Well I don't know what you'd call yourself, honey," Samantha responded, licking her long tongue along his shaft like a lollipop, "But this hardness is telling me that you certainly see something in a girl like me."

She wrapped her lips around his cock and began to tease it with her tongue. I knew from what she had done to me earlier, when she was still Sam, what an expert blowjob Samantha could give and I could see in Jake's face the same thing as he struggled to remain calm and not shoot his whole load down his friend's throat. But Samantha wasn't to be satisfied with that as she stood up and stepped out of her dark blue panties. From behind she looked like a totally sexy girl with her stockings and garters nicely framing her little pert arse and puckered little anus. She sat facing Jake with her stockinged legs astride him, her own little hard cock now released and rubbing against his. Rather than a turn off, Jake's cock seemed to twitch even more enthusiastically and excitedly at this as Samantha pulled his face over into a kiss. As she held his interest like this, she shifted her arse so she lowered herself right onto his dick. By the time they broke from the kiss, Samantha was already riding Jake's cock with at least as much vigour as I was Pete's.

It now became a race between the two of us to see who could get our man off first. I had the head start but Pete had already cum inside me once, this was Jake's first time this evening and his first time ever inside a hot boy-girl arse like Samantha's and I could tell just by looking at her that it wouldn't take long for Jake to explode, frankly I admired his restraint that he hadn't done so yet. Even just watching Samantha at work on him, with a hand on my cock and Pete's monster up my arse was enough to almost send me over the edge. In fact, a minute or so later, and with much loud screaming which drowned out Samantha's quieter girlish gasps and moans, I could feel my orgasm spreading right through me, starting in my prostate where Pete's huge cock was thrusting into me, and gradually spreading right through my quivering body, up my spine and into my brain. I threw my blonde head back and my body bucked and shook as my cum shot out all over my hand, my chest, my corset and my living room carpet. I clenched my buttocks even tighter around Pete's cock and he groaned too.

"Fuck Gina girl, you're gonna make me cum as well."

And sure enough, I could feel his cock gushing a huge fountain of cum up into me, I could feel it leaking out of my arse and running down my thighs, further soaking my stockings. A few seconds later and I heard Jake gasp and, holding onto Samantha's narrow waist, thrust deep up into her arse and deposit his own load of sticky white cum. Samantha slid off his lap, gave him a little kiss on the lips and then turned to the room and walked over towards me. I got up and joined her in a sloppy wet kiss, our lingerie clothed bodies pressed together, cum leaking from both our arses. For the guys this was obviously a fantasy come true, seeing two scantily dressed hotties in lingerie kissing so passionately while soaked in their cum, but it was a fantasy with a little extra special twist given what was between our legs, my now flaccid cock being stroked against by Samantha's hard one.

"Would you like to get a taste of Jake?" Samantha grinned, breaking from the kiss and pushing me down to my knees before turning her back and presenting her pert little arse, still beautifully framed by her dark blue garters but with her puckered little arsehole stretched open and full of sticky white cum. I knew what she wanted my to do and I have to say it got me excited again, I'd never eaten the arse of anyone, guy or girl, indeed my fiancee Gina remained slightly prudish about sex so I'd never even got to eat out her pussy. I stuck my tongue out and into Samantha's arse, thrusting it in and around, fucking her with it like as if it was my cock, slurping up the salty taste of Jake's juices. Meanwhile, I could feel more hands on my own arse where it stuck invitingly in the air as I ate Samantha's. Soon, I was filled up with another cock, I couldn't see who it was that was now ploughing into me but from the thickness I guessed Tony.

After Tony had thrust inside me a few times, he was joined by Carl. "How about you try to take two cocks at once, Gina?" he said.

By now, I was definitely up for anything that would increase my pleasure and the more hot guys I was used by at once, the better it would feel for me. Tony lay back on the floor and I sat myself down on top of him so his cock stuck up into my arse, then I lay back and opened my legs. Carl got down between me and Tony's legs and lifted mine up so my heels were over his shoulders and then pushed his cock into my arse above Tony's filling me up even more than I had been with Pete's cock up me. With my arse so tightly packed all of us could barely move but the slightest rocking on my part seemed to be enough to swell their cock's further (although I guessed that bisexual Carl was getting as much pleasure from his cock rubbing across Tony's thick beast as my tight arse) and stimulate my arse even more, making my cock incredibly become hard again for the third time. Samantha now straddled me so her black stockinged thighs were around my head and my tongue thrusting out into her arse once more.

We were all a little surprised when Jake joined the party, sitting astride my waist, he bent his head down and took Samantha's little cock in his mouth eagerly sucking around it, going in a matter of half an hour from a complete homophobe to sucking on the cock of his friend who was wearing pretty lingerie. I could quickly tell how much this was turning Jake on as he bobbed up and down on Samantha's dick, his body rocked back and forth and his ever harder cock rubbed across mine. Seeing Jake's arse rocking back and forth, Carl couldn't resist and for a few minutes withdrew his cock from my arse and sticking it inside Jake's. Samantha used the opportunity of Jake's scream at the pain and surprise to take control and, holding Jake's head in place, starting to fuck his mouth, thrusting forward so her cock went down his throat and then back so my tongue would go up into her arse. Having enjoyed the same sensation earlier, I knew that before long Jake would be really enjoying the sensation of cocks at both ends. Sure enough, he was soon moaning and his hard cock was brushing on mine again. When Carl pulled out of his arse and put his dick back in mine, squeezed in tight next to Tony's, Jake let out a sigh of disappointment that was quickly replaced by a gasp of pleasure when Carl positioned his arse over my cock and pushed him down onto it. I was now taking two of my closest friends' cocks deep into my arse while another friend's virgin arse held my own cock in its tight grip and my tongue invaded the arse of a fourth friend dressed in girl's underwear. As you can imagine, this situation was such a turn on for all of us that we none of us lasted that long and soon erupted in an orgy of groans and sighs and cum shooting all over each other's bodies.

Finally spent for the evening, I collapsed on the floor and basically passed out as the others got themselves dressed and went home. I didn't see whether Sam remained Samantha. In fact, I don't remember much really until coming to my senses about twenty minutes later, dressed in hold-ups and heels and a corset, all stained with cum. All my friends had left except Mark, my best man, who was watching me with a smile on his face as I sat up.

"Was it how you imagined it, Rich" he asked, the first person to use my masculine name in a while, "being Gina for the night?"

"Even better," I sighed, "I can't thank you enough for making this happen. But why didn't you want me like the other guys?" It had been preying on my mind most of the evening that Mark had been the one responsible for this transformation and then he hadn't gone for it with me like the other guys. Did he not like what he had turned me into?

Coming over towards where I was now standing, Mark quickly dispelled any thoughts that he didn't like what I had become by taking me in his arms and hugging me. Pulling back a little so he could look into my eyes he brushed a wisp of long blonde hair out of my eyes and smiled at me. "I just wanted you all to myself," he said, pulling me into a kiss.

Pulling away from the kiss, he licked a drop of cum from his lips that I had unwittingly transferred to him and looked down at my dishevelled body, soaked in other men's cum (and my own) with my lingerie ripped.

"I think you'd better get cleaned up," he said.

Back upstairs, I left Mark in Gina's and my bedroom whilst I stripped from my lingerie and jumped into the shower, washing away all the remnants of tonight's drinking and fucking session. Feeling refreshed and clean, I wrapped myself in a towel and padded back into the bedroom where Mark sat on the bed waiting for me.

"Here, you can sleep in this tonight" he said, holding up a tiny pink satin chemise and a matching pink thong.

Drying myself off, I eagerly dressed again in the items that Mark was offering to me, instantly feeling once more like a sensual, sexy woman with my wet hair falling over my still beautiful makeup free face. Mark kissed me again, long and lingering and wet as we sat on the bed together and I imagined that I was a beautiful girl eagerly awaiting spending her wedding day with the man she loved. I felt safe and secure held in Mark's strong arms and I let my head settle down on his shoulder, feeling relaxed at last as a pretty girl. So relaxed in fact that, after the whole exhaustion of the day, I found myself falling off to sleep in his arms.

I awoke the next morning dazed and confused. I could feel that I wasn't dressed normally, my skin felt the soft sensual feel of satin on my cock and my chest and it took me a while to remember I was wearing my fiancee's lingerie. I was lying in the arms of my best man, curled up with Mark spooning me so I could feel his hard masculine body pressed close to mine, feel his breath on the back of my neck. My arse was in some pain and, as my head cleared, I began to remember the events of the previous night. The gangbang with all of my closest friends and me at the centre of it in my future wife's bridal dress. What had I been thinking? Still, it was a lot of fun, I couldn't deny that, and I'd got to live out one of my ultimate fantasies, being taken by lots of guys while dressed as a slutty girl, before my wedding day. I could feel now, with Mark's body so close to mine that he was probably dreaming about the night before, even in his sleep I could feel he had a hard-on that was pressed against my panty clad arse. I'd never had the chance to thank him properly for what he had done for me the previous night and now saw the opportunity to wake him up to something special. Careful not to wake him, I slid out of my position wrapped in his arms and pulled back the duvet on the bed and then pulled his hard thick cock out of the boxer shorts he was sleeping in. Slowly and languidly, not wanting to wake him too quickly, I ran my tongue along his throbbing cock, before I began to stroke it with my hand and to divert my tongue's attentions to his balls. I slipped his cock between my lips and began to give him the best blowjob of my brief cocksucking experience. Groggily, and with a moan of pleasure, Mark woke up. For a moment he just lay there and enjoyed my oral attentions, but suddenly he pushed me off him and turned to look at the alarm clock beside the bed.

"Jesus, it's 11:30," he said and suddenly I knew what he meant, after all the activity of the previous night, we'd overslept and Gina was coming back at 1:00. We had only an hour and a half to get me back to being dressed as a guy, to sort out all of Gina's underwear and clear up the mess downstairs. It was worse than we thought, as well as beer bottles lying everywhere and cum stains on the carpets and chairs, a pair of stiff, cum soaked white panties discarded the previous night, there was also Gina's beautiful wedding dress, torn and crumpled and stained. There was no way she was going to be able to wear this. My time to thank Mark was going to have to wait, maybe for good.

Well, fortunately we managed to get the house looking presentable by one and all the underwear washed and dried. The wedding dress was unsalvageable but Mark thankfully ran all around town for the next day until he found an identical one while I tried everything that I could to distract the prospective bride from looking at it. Finally, the big day came and Gina walked down the aisle looking stunning in a dress that was an exact match but hung better on her large breasted feminine curves than it had on me, I couldn't wait to tear it off her and see if her underwear was as sexy as mine had been. Yet, at the same time I felt a little jealous of her getting to be the blushing bride on the big day, a role that I was never to be able to play for real despite the convincing performance I'd given a couple of nights earlier. Standing beside me as we watched Gina walk towards us, Mark leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I prefer the dress on you."

Just hearing that almost made me give up on the whole marriage thing. I mean, I had enjoyed the other night so much, I couldn't believe that something like it could never happen again. I turned and whispered the same thing to Mark.

"It's your wedding day, this isn't the time to be having doubts," he told me, "Besides now you're married, you don't know what kind of kinky things you and Gina can get up to."

Was marriage to be the end of my crossdressing adventures? Or did my wedding night have more in store for me? Would Gina be my blushing bride or would I get the chance to play the part one more time? And would I finally get the chance to thank Mark for what he'd done for me?