Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2020 21:15:17 +0000 From: S Hardman Subject: A GURL BRIDE TG/Teen **This is a story of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts. None of it really happened. If you are offended by this sort of content or under the age of 18 do not read it. **Please consider a donation to Nifty.org. THE GURL BRIDE Let's start at the beginning. Every young girl dreams about her wedding day from a very early age. How will the dress look? Will the groom be handsome? What colors will I use? How will the flowers look? Will the wedding night bring fireworks? Thinking about the whole experience is enough to give anyone goosebumps. When I was young I would get goosebumps imagining it, too. I had the butterflies and visions every little girl gets. The only difference is I'm a boy. I was born with a little penis and all the trappings that come with being a boy. The difference was for me from a very early age I knew I was a femboy. My name now is Hannah. I am a sissy through and through. I have never wanted to be a real woman. I wanted to keep my cute little pee pee and nuts. Sometimes my peener would get so stiff! I just wanted to exude that femininity that comes with being a sissyboy. I would dress privately in my teens. I stole clothes, pantyhose and make up and dressed up every chance I got in private. I'd admire my sleek girlish body in front of the mirror and imagine my wedding day in vivid detail while rubbing myself through the sheer fabric. In public I really tried to assimilate and do boyish things. I had a lot of good friends and I even tried playing sports. I really just wanted to be someone's girlfriend on the sidelines though and then suck his dick after the game. In hindsight I really wasn't fooling anyone. I secretly wore pantyhose under my jeans and took a lot of chances. My dreams were erotic, filled with men doing filthy things to me while I screamed in ecstasy especially on my wedding night! I'd wake up soaking wet with emissions in the soft nylons I'd worn to bed. I'd make a really sticky mess! My single mother let me wear whatever I wanted around the house. I could tell with her Catholic upbringing she didn't love it but she allowed me to anyway. She was the only one I trusted with my secrets. Someone else knew my little secret. I would spend time at my friend Seth's house. I was known as Enrique then. That's my dead name. He had a single parent, too. His mother had left him and his father Tim and never looked back. She was a real piece of shit! I had never been caught by anyone other than my mom until that day. I like to sit down when I pee. It makes me feel so girly! I was at their house doing my business one day and was just finishing my pee and pulling up my nude pantyhose over my exposed cock when the door flew open. I had not closed the door well and Tim came in and saw me. He quickly backed out. I wasn't sure but I think he might have taken a second look and even smiled before vacating. I was embarrassed and mentally kicked myself all day for not being more careful. I blushed beet red every time I saw him after that but he was always extra nice to me. I can't lie. He was one of the main characters of my lewd dreams but after that I dreamed about him pretty exclusively. I'd had an overwhelming crush on him for years and he really punished my sweet honey hole in those fantasies! I think he started to notice me a little more, too. I had gotten a little braver and wore some light makeup and lip gloss along with androgynous clothing by the time left for college. I never asked what he did for work but I found out a few years later. At 19 I decided college wasn't for me and I dropped out. I have Cuban blood in me that gives my skin a creamy mocha glow. I had lotions and creams I applied to it nightly. It was very soft and feminine and felt really good against the diaphanous fabrics I preferred to wear. My body was very shapely and lithe by then and I'd let my hair grow shoulder length. I teased it out in a girlish style. I'd gone full blown sissy. People might refer to me as a trap. That's not very nice. I've never tried to trap any man. If they want to see what's under my skirt that's not my fault. I loved being me and would no longer let society's judgement affect how I live. I like showing off my legs and always wore pantyhose and pumps. I'm not very big at all. I accentuated my tight girly butt and stopped trying to fake being a boy altogether. After some lean times I eventually landed a job at a computer supplier where I mostly worked from home. My pansy friend Ericka helped me get the job. She had her a gorgeous rich man. I wanted one, too. I never got to dress for the office like her but I did occasionally get all gussied up at home and fantasized about being a slutty femboy wife to a guy in middle management. I loved fantasizing about an older man possessing me. I'd never shaken those butterflies about walking down the aisle and of course the glorious wedding night. I still dreamed about being a boi bride. I sometimes even attended bridal shows alone and sampled cake and bought wedding night lingerie. It was at one of those shows when I had a reunion that changed my life. I was perusing a wedding venue booth when a convention rep approached me. He looked and sounded familiar and I involuntarily felt that old intimate butterfly feeling. It was Tim. I hadn't really kept in touch with him or his son and I was secretly elated and suddenly embarrassed as if it was that day in the bathroom again. He recognized me and acted like how I looked now was completely normal. He certainly didn't seem surprised. He said I'd changed and that I looked amazing. I was blushing again like that day but this time it was for a very different reason. My longtime crush told me I looked amazing. I was lightheaded! We talked for a long time and my penis twitched underneath my dress reflexively. I knew who would be starring in my fantasy as I blew a load in my sheer pantyhose under my satin sheets tonight. He needed to get back to work and we exchanged numbers. I thought it was just a formality because he was always such a nice guy. I thought I'd never hear from him again. A few days later my cell rang and I answered. I don't usually because I didn't recognize the number but I picked it up this time. It was Tim on the other end. My heart started beating a little faster. He said he never had anyone to watch the game with since Seth lived out of state at school and wondered if I wanted to come over. We used to watch games together a few years ago. I pretended to care about them but it was just so I could be near him. I calmed my breathing and said that sounded nice in my sultriest femboy voice. I hung up in a fever!! I lifted my skirt and reached into those hose again and tugged myself off blowing cum all over my flat tummy. I made a real mess. I could not believe this was happening. I went over on Sunday and we watched a football game. I didn't go all out like I wanted to. I wore a strappy sundress and hose and sensible heels. I didn't tell him I'd rather be one of the cheerleaders than watch the game but I had an absolute blast. He was a little flirty and lightly touched me but it didn't progress past that. I was very inexperienced with seduction so it was going nowhere or at least I thought it was. I figured we were just friends. I hugged him goodbye and left in disappointment. Everyone needs friends I reasoned in my head. It became a weekly thing but we never went past platonic until several months into our rekindled friendship he called me on a Wednesday and ask if I wanted to have dinner with him on Friday night. I said, "Fuck yes! Uhhh... um..." He laughed and I guessed my stammering didn't put him off. He said he would pick me up and take me on a date. I'd never been on a date in my entire life. I made a plan to win this man at all costs. I laid out at least 20 outfits to find the perfect thing. On Friday night he came to my apartment and I was wearing a tight silky black skirt and almost see-through white top. I didn't bother with a bra since I don't have tits. I had on nude hose and some seriously Come Fuck Me heels. His jaw about hit the floor and I beamed with my hot red lips and told him he looked very handsome. Dinner was great and I got a lot of looks I'd never gotten before. I grazed him often with my hosed foot on the leg to let him know he was guaranteed to get his hand on my package if he so desired. He hurried me out of there and we headed back to my place. I asked him if he wanted to come up and watch a movie. The movie in my head was called Hot Teen Femboy Wins Her Daddy! He of course wanted to watch that movie, too. As you've probably surmised I never even turned on the TV. I made it a One Act Play instead. We settled on the couch as I had gotten some wine that week. I had a friend buy it for me. He took a sip and then I took his glass and put it on the coffee table as I slid next to him on the couch where I loosened his tie and my lips met his for the most sensual and boner-inducing kiss of our lives. We both had stiffies! His fingers traced the silky skin of my neck and he breathed in my perfume. I told you I was in it to win it! He unbuttoned my top and explore my smooth chest with tender kisses. God!! My nipples were so sensitive. His hand ended up on my silken clad leg and he slowly slid it to heaven moving up my inner thigh. I quietly gasped my approval. I wasn't sure before but we definitely had chemistry now. When his fingers grazed my gauze covered cock I started moaning. I wanted him bad. I let him rub me to orgasm with pressure from his fingertips as I blew it inside my pantyhose. I whispered in his ear, "oh my god Daddy. You've earned this." I then dropped in front of him and freed his beautiful organ. I looked up at him in the eyes as I gripped the massive girth and said "I've dreamed about this moment for years." He then knew that I'd wanted his dick since that day in the bathroom. Then I buried it in my throat. I gagged a little and that took him to a place I doubt he's ever been. I spit and sucked on it and jerked it and vocalized how impressed with it I was until he filled my mouth with his jizz. I swallowed it after I showed it to him on my lips and tongue. I said, "You've been in my fantasies for all these years." The smile he got as he looked in my eyes told me all I needed to know. Men love to hear how you've fantasized about them! I licked my lips slowly and told him I loved his taste. It was the most erotic moment of my life. He stayed over that night and we settled into a routine. I'd usually visit him a few times a week and we'd stay together on weekends. I was definitely his gurlfriend. We hadn't said it yet but the daily texts and calls made me feel like we were in a relationship. My friends noticed my attitude and knew I was getting laid regularly. Sissies take on a glow when they're getting serviced regularly but that was the funny thing. I was still a virgin back there. I had put toys and vibrators in my sweet boi pussy but never the real thing. I had decided in my head that was for my future husband to take and own. I had always doubted marriage was in the cards for me anyway but there was so much more than sex between us. He treated me with absolute respect and I felt like an equal in the relationship. I had never been anyone's girlfriend before. I had not even had a relationship before. I felt so fulfilled and my mouth was always filled with his cock. He even told me he loved me in the middle of me sucking him off in his car one day. I almost gagged from shock! A few weeks later I got the real shock of my life though. We'd had a few romantic evenings before but never like this night. He asked me to come over. I arrived and a note on the door said to come inside. There were rose petals leading into the bedroom. I gasped and followed them to find him naked and sprawled out on his bed. He reached up and took my delicate hand and placed a ring on my finger and asked me to marry him. I put my hand to my mouth and screamed, "YES!! Yes Daddy Yes! I had no idea this could ever happen for me." I then took that hand with the ring on it and jacked him off onto my sweet innocent face. I wanted him to know what kind of wife he would be getting. I think he already knew though. I was not innocent! I was so happy! I had dreamed about this about this all my sissy life. I had to get cleaned up. I had to call some of my femboy gurlfriends. I had so much to do. I wanted to tell everyone. I had to plan. I had to get magazines. I was in complete rapture. I was going to be someone's girly boi bride! There was one problem though. We had to tell his son, Seth. He didn't even know we had reconnected. How would he react? I had a feeling how he would react and it wasn't going to be like Tim thought. He wasn't going to be furious. He wasn't going to be surprised his high school friend loved cock. He was actually going to be very jealous. I have not been totally truthful. Seth knew my secret, too. There wasn't any reason for a sissy boy like me to continue being friends with a popular handsome athlete like him unless he was getting something out of it. He was definitely getting things out of him and into my mouth. I had dressed in girl clothes for Seth many times and he knew his way around my feminine body. I had drained his balls numerous times after school. I just didn't want Tim to know. Obviously this wasn't Tim's first foray into femboys either. Give me a break! He knew what I liked a little too easily. He knew where to touch me to drive my girly head crazy. He said I was his first sissy but I knew he had plenty of experience. I didn't care if he didn't want to tell me about it. A little mystery never hurt anybody. It actually helps a relationship. I had a plan to temper Seth's feelings though. I was going to have femboy bridesmaids. DUH! Oh this was going to be fun!! The next few months were so busy. I was wedding planning and I got very busy at work. I'd been called to appear in person at a few office events. I met a lot of the bosses who'd never laid eyes on me before and suddenly I got a promotion. It meant spending more time in the main office instead of working from home. I'm not sure why I got promoted, it may have something to do with the red dress I wore that first day at the meetings that outlined every curve of my sweet sissified body. My desk was usually surrounded by a few guys needing to `discuss' something with me. I hated it. *wink* In truth I loved the attention I was getting but I had magazines to read and websites to visit to get my look just right for my big day. My fiancé was very displeased with me being gone more and wanted me to quit. I wasn't going to quit a job that paid so well and I basically did nothing. I was really just an ornament in pantyhose and heels for men to ogle. I was good at flirting without actually flirting. I let them ogle me all they wanted! Femboys love male attention! I even got a big raise after `accidentally' dropping something in my boss's office and bending over slowly to pick it up. He got a raise in his pants and I got a raise in pay! I needed to pick my bridesmaids. I was going to have 3 attendants. I invited Petra my femmy friend from college I met during my short stint in school. She actually lived in St. Petersburg, Russia. She would come over for 3 weeks to help me do wedding things and probably make some lucky man lose a few cum loads. I'm sure she'd be staying with her friend Jon on most nights while she was here. Her story of giving him a pantyhose footjob in an Uber while the driver watched is epic. Of course, Ericka will be at my side. She will be so jealous because her rich boyfriend will never propose to her. My Maid of Honor will be my best friend Rachel. After her introduction to men with her neighbor, she moved out on her own and that neighbor has a new gurl warming his bed. I'll invite them, too. Rachel was pretty hurt by him and is pretty jealous. I know Rachel doesn't love that they'll be there but I've got a surprise for her. She will have a date that night, too. Seth will fill that role and fill her hole! As the weeks passed I decided on the venue and flowers. Tim's wedding connections saved us tons of money! Green was going to be my main color and I was going to have a very on-trend wedding. Seth was upset when his dad told him of our impending nuptials but I took him aside to address his hangdog look with my own proposal. If he'd accept us then I'd set him up with my best femmy friend and he might get a hand job or 8 from me in the meantime if he kept quiet. A mouse would be jealous of how quiet he was. I didn't like cheating on his dad but I do love big dicks and like father like son. They were both hung!! We met each week at a hotel and I took care of him. I always looked him straight in the eye and begged him to give me his load! After a loud grunt he's explode all over my face or my hosed feet! I loved being a dirty whore with him but I like older men so I never had any moment of doubt. Besides when he saw Rachel the night of the rehearsal dinner he forgot I existed for a night. It wasn't because he didn't want me. He DID! She just took such good care of him and his man meat that he always has empty balls. Men with too much semen can't think straight. She wasn't a virgin so when she offered up her sissy gash to him she knew exactly what she was doing! I looked so good at the rehearsal dinner. I wore an extremely short green dress and tan hose and green high heels. My man was ready to take me right there. He rubbed my dong under my dress as my mom gushed about me in her speech. There were toasts and cake and I leaned on Tim all night long running my hands all over him. I was making my claim on him public so none of those sissy's came sniffing around my man! Sissies cannot be trusted! My friends took me to a fancy hotel for a femboy bachelorette party. They got a couple of guys to come dance for me and an orgy broke out. 6 teen femboys and 2 hung dudes broke some sex laws that night. I woke up naked with my hose around my ankles and dried cum on my velvety neck. I definitely was not telling my fiancé about this night. It shall remain a mystery forever to him. The wedding was absolutely gorgeous. That church had never had so many sinners in it at one time. Femboys and daddies were told not to pull any shenanigans at least until we left there. I felt bad for the minister. He was soaked in sweat. He was so pent up. I asked my friend Dani to pay him a visit in his office after the ceremony with his fee. He seemed much more relaxed after that. I was very proud of all the work I'd done and everyone told me it was the best they'd ever seen. I had on a very tight wedding dress with a very high slit that barely hid my barely legal boi clit. I flaunted it walking down that aisle as Seth gave me away to his dad. It was obvious his dick was rock hard as he gave my hand to Tim. My man was so handsome. Middle-aged men clean up so nice and when they are marrying the femboy of their dreams they look delighted. He was so relaxed but I could hardly get through my vows without tearing up from joy. I DO! I, Hannah, do take you Tim to be my husband. I would love, honor and OBEY just like a sissy should obey their daddy! I'd do whatever he told me except quit my job. As we kissed for the first time as man and sissy wife our rock hard tools rubbed each other beneath our clothes in a long embrace! I'd never been happier as we were announced as Mr. and Mrs. Tim Hardman. We ran back up the aisle as a married couple. I almost creamed my sheer virginal white pantyhose as we made out between pictures and the reception. It was held in a big fancy hotel and was so much fun. Most people had the time of their lives. Unattached men of all ages enjoyed the best night of their lives because there were plenty of femboys to go around. Every sissy attached themselves to a man quickly and later disappeared upstairs to take care of those urges we femboys always have. A lot of semen was spilled that night. The housekeeping staff got called to clean a sticky mess on one of the elevators at one point. Rachel had to take care of Seth and they disappeared for a long time. When they returned she really needed to fix her lipstick. It was smeared badly. I bet there was a big red mess on Seth's big dick! The Deejay got blown right after the garter toss behind his Deejay booth. I was kinda pissed at one of my sissy friends who I thought could have waited until afterwards but then remembered that femboys have urges that are very difficult to control especially for the younger ones. We had some amazing emotional toasts and cut the cake. We smashed it on each other. The cake mess on my face reminded me that Tim would make another kind of mess on my face later. Those sissies were downright vicious jockeying for position but my bouquet ended up in Rachel's hands like I had wanted. Seth's wishes to find a femboy mate to marry may just come true. His wishes to bend over a very willing sissy were definitely coming true with her that night. I wanted to serve my husband with my mouth in the limo on the way to the hotel but he wanted to wait. He was saving his load for the main event! He carried me over the threshold into our room and into a new level of sexual experience. I told him to get undressed and wait for me. I reappeared 10 minutes later with freshened makeup and a white wedding baby doll nightie and white hose in sky high heels. He could not hide his excitement and I climbed in and we kissed. As our tongues curled around each other I reached for his manhood. I was ready to be his forever. I stroked his shaft and said, "I can't believe my teenage fantasy has really come true! I wanted to be your bride from the first day I saw you. I'm your wife and I'll never leave you or betray you. Now take me daddy! Put it in me and make me your possession!" The level of heat rose in that instant and he rolled me onto my stomach and pulled up the nightie and ripped a hole in my virginal white hose. He placed a pillow under my hips to prop up my sweet sissy pussy! As I lay beneath him I felt like everything was finally right as I accepted my role as a tiny pantywaist femboy submitting to my manly husband! It was pure exhilaration. He then began kissing all over my gorgeous round ass and tonguing my rosebud. I was truly fit to be tied. I begged and pleaded to be impaled but he continued to tease for an excruciatingly long time until I felt a monster at my back door. Some lube was slowly applied and then he sank that missile. He proceeded gradually at first and I knew he cared. He didn't want to injure the precious virgin femboy laid out before him. I felt so full and then he stabbed it deep and I grunted and he slowed but I begged, "NO! Don't stop now! Bury it in me! TAKE ME!!! I'm your whore sissy wife!" He didn't need to hear another thing. There was pain for a bit then it quickly turned to pure pleasure! We were both very verbal and said some beautiful nasty things. I promised to be his forever slut and he promised to keep me filled with his manseed! I turned back to look in his eyes while moaning loudly and we both exploded at the same time right as he said, "God I love you!!" I made a creamy mess in my pantyhose as he filled me up, he reached up and smashed my face into the pillows! I was so fucking hot! My journey to obedient sissy was complete! I was married to this magnificent man who had murdered my boicunt and was so in love! We have an amazing married life. We live comfortably. We have a very healthy sex life. There's nothing we haven't tried. I often just look at him and suddenly I'm being thrown roughly onto our marital bed and taken anally! Some days I wait on the couch for him to get home and when the door opens my legs are spread wide open waiting to be taken! He always takes me! I keep him happy all the time. I feel it's my real job. We have tons of friends. I think Petra is trying to get a wife VISA even though she's a sissy. I don't know how that will work. Jon probably will assent to marry her. He'd be an idiot if he didn't. Ericka continues to service her boyfriend. She loves to share their dirtiest moments with me. It gets me pretty excited. Tim loves when I get off the phone with her. I immediately want to try and top what they've done carnally! He and I don't talk about the times we have a few hours unaccounted for from each other. Seth and Rachel definitely never mention those times either. I am the happiest femboy in the world. I often get those goosebumps again. Those wedding night fireworks are repeated over and over. My husband is perfect. My life is perfect. My teen pansy dream has come true!! I have new dreams now. I dream that I have a baby growing in my feminine bell. Alas, that dream will never come true. I doesn't matter because I am still the most contented sissy in the world and my husband never complains either. He's too busy taking care of his GURL BRIDE!