Date: Sat, 3 Jun 2006 14:24:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: sasha steele <sasha_danka@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wedded Bliss - The He-bride Gets a Blowjob

Wedded Bliss
The He-bride Gets a Blowjob
by Sasha Steele

    Toran took Amanna in his arms and kissed him. He was glad it was all
over and finally they were alone.
    "Beautiful though you are," Toran said (and Toran thought that his
big beautiful he-bride did look exquisitely beautiful in his elaborately
beaded and laced white satin wedding gown), "let's get you out of this
dress."
     Amanna removed the veil and head piece and shook out his long blond
curls then turned around so that Toran could unzip the back of his
wedding gown. Toran worked the zipper down his he-bride's immensely broad
back, pushed the wedding dress over Amanna's hulking shoulder and moved
in front tugging the frilly flaring cuff to draw the sleeve from his
massive arm. Then the other sleeve exposing Amanna's titanic torso with
an elegantly laced white satin brassier covering his sensual fat man-tits
and an ornate white pearl necklace laying against his heavy chest.
    "I have a poo," Amanna said.
    "Hmm. Let's have a look," Toran said.
    And in little jutted steps Amanna once again turned his wide back to
his new husbtran. Toran slipped the bodice and bustle of Amanna's elegant
wedding gown over his massive hips and huge round backside exposing the
extremely large pair of white satin panties Amanna was wearing, and there
low in the seat bellow the swell of his ballooning butt cheeks was a lump
the size of a grapefruit.
    Amanna leaned his head back to speak to Toran behind him. "I really
loaded them. Didn't I?" Amanna giggled.
    Toran put his hand on the huge lump in the seat of his he-bride's
panties.
    "Did you ever," he said.
    Amanna placed his own fat hands, which were adorned with extremely
long fingernails polished a white-silver and dripping with jewelry,
against the smooth material of his panties belly panel covering the lower
portion of his huge protruding gut and began to knead the soft fat there.
He felt a twitch in his massive cock bulging the penal pouch of his
panties below the swell of his great stomach. Amanna was starting to get
a hardon. He turned back around to Toran and they kissed.
    "When did you do your accident?" Toran asked.
    Amanna giggled at that. Pooping his panties at the wedding reception
was hardly an accident considering how hard he had to push to shit
himself. Amanna had locked himself in the bathroom and leaning on the
vanity had watched the strain on his pretty face as he bore down to move
his bowels.
     "Right after we ate," Amanna explained. "I pigged out so bad I could
hardly hold it. Then by the time the speeches were all done it was
already touching my panties and I didn't make to the toilet in time."
    Amanna had first felt the urge that he had to go poop just after he
got out of bed and then again while being fussed over by his fat
brides-man-maids getting him ready for the wedding. He suppressed another
urge during the ceremony. Amanna liked to hold off as long as possible
and had frequent 'accidents'.
    "Well we better get you changed," Toran said. Toran's hand went
bellow Amanna's ballooning stomach to the massive cock bulging in his
he-bride's penal pouch. "Hmm. Peed too, I see."
    The penal pouch of Amanna's panties was damp. After Amanna had pooped
his panties in the bathroom he had lifted the front of his wedding dress
and spreading his enormous thighs he had peed through them onto the
floor. In fact Amanna had wet his panties several times throughout the
day whenever it was convenient to do so.
    Amanna sucked a long breath of air through his teeth at Toran's hand
on his growing cock. "Mmmmmmm," he hummed. "I think you should give your
big beautiful he-bride his first married blow job. Don't you?" He said.
    They kissed again. "Yes. I do," Toran said.
    He put his thumbs into the waist band of Amanna's panties drawing
them to below his belly then over his big hips and immense ass. Toran
pulled Amanna's panties down onto his gigantic thighs and his he-bride's
massive cock popped out.
    Even in its flaccid state Amanna's monster cock was solid and heavy,
and looked quite thick like a big sausage about nine inches in length.
Its delicate head was hooded in a fleshy foreskin up to the pee slit. And
the heavy hairless scrotum laid against Amanna's gargantuan thighs on the
lace tops of the nude-tone color stalkings pulled high into his crotch.
    Toran carefully brought the panties down those thick legs to the
floor so that Amanna could step out of them.
     "Let's see," Amanna said.
    Toran showed his sexy he-bride the huge load he had dropped in the
seat of his white satin panties.
    "Wow," Amanna said. "That's a good one."
    Amanna had a hold of his huge cock with an over grip stroking it by
pulling it slightly to the right, and it was growing, getting bigger and
harder and a bit thicker. He pressed his bulk into his new husbtran who
had a full blown erection tenting straight out the crotch of his shinny
spandex Tran-Tux tights. Amanna was breathing heavily. He was getting
horny. He placed a heavy arm on his groomtran's shoulder, pulled Toran to
his lips and kissed him lustily.
     "I need you to suck my big cock now," Amanna breathed.
     Toran reached down to Amanna's giant cock, which nearing full
erection now stood out at a slight downward angle and was nearing its
full length of fifteen inches. He drew his hand along its thick shaft
making his he-bride moan. Amanna let Toran stroke his cock for awhile to
bring him to full erection. He led Toran to the bed, climbed on and
rolled over spreading his gigantic thighs.
     In full erection the tip of Amanna's cock took a slight upward turn,
the foreskin peeled back exposing a pinkish head that appeared delicately
small in comparison to the thick shaft and scrotum.
    Amanna lay back with his huge arms resting by his head. Because of
the size of his butt Amanna's hulking body lay declined toward his head.
His extremely long wild curly blond hair spread out around him. His
pretty face was buried in the roll of fat around his neck. His massive
chest with the sexy lace bra covering his big fat man-tits heaved. His
gigantic belly rose up high. His gargantuan stalking clad thighs were
spread, legs bent, the six inch heels of his white pumps digging into the
bed. His massive hard cock was poised ready for his lover to blow. It
stretched form beneath the melon size fleshy bald pubis mound that made
it look as though it grew out of a fat cunt.
    Toran climbed on the bed between his new man-wife's massive outspread
legs and took Amanna's magnificent tool in hand. He loved Amanna's big
beautiful cock. Loved Amanna's big beautiful body as well. Toran dragged
his hand slowly back and forth along its shaft. Amanna closed his green
eyes and moaned. Lazy, he was prepared to let Toran do all the work, but
Toran didn't mind.
    Toran cleaned the head of Amanna's cock with his tongue savoring the
salty taste of his stale pee. Then he took it in his mouth. Toran
couldn't deep throat all of Amanna's fifteen inches but he could swallow
enough to bury his face in Amanna's soft fat.
    With all the enhancement work Amanna had done on his cock to lengthen
and thicken it he had lost a bit of sensitivity in the shaft but what had
been lost there seemed to have relocated in its head. In full erection
the thick foreskin peeled back exposing about three and a half inches of
tip that took on a slight upturn to its delicate pinkish head. When the
rock hard tip of Amanna's monster cock emerged from its sheaf it was
inevitable that he would cum.
    Toran was an excellent cocksucker and knew exactly what turned his
beautiful obese he-bride's crank. He knew to do most of his mouth work on
that sensitive area of.Amanna's cock, which was now oozing precum. His
head bobbed in unison with his hand working the shaft. Amanna squirmed
and moaned and when Toran thought Amanna was getting close he would back
off to prolong his lover's ecstasy. That is for as long as he too could
stand it, as Toran had hold of his own hard cock and was masturbating
through his tights.
     "Mmmmm," Amanna hummed. "Make me cum."
     Toran wanted the sweet taste of Amanna's cum badly, but he held off,
manipulating his new man-wife's ecstasy. Making Amanna squirm.
    "Ooooh. Please," Amanna begged. "I want to cum in your mouth. Make me
cum."
     Amanna placed his hands on his forehead. His eyes were closed and
his mouth open. He was in heaven.
    "Ahhhhhh," he breathed.
    The heat was building under his sensitive cock head, rising from a
tickle to a desperate itch. Toran was masturbating both his own cock and
that of his colossal he'bride's, which he slid in and out of his mouth.
Toran's tongue dragged along the bottom of Amanna's super sensitive cock
head.
    "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum," Amanna moaned.
    He placed his hands on his fat gut down by his crotch. Lifted his
massive hips slightly and screamed, "Ahhhh. I'm gonna...
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
     Toran held Amanna's cock by its shaft keeping its head just inside
his mouth to receive Amanna's cum. Amanna produced a lot of thick white
lady-man juice that was about the sweetest taste Toran had ever
encountered. Amanna filled his mouth with a dozen or moreshots before his
orgasm began to subside. In the meantime Toran too had cum. Jism blew
through his tights onto the bead spread and Toran milked  himself dry as
he finished sucking off his he-bride.
    Amanna was exhausted. It had been a long day and now with the last of
his energy spent all he wanted was for his husbtran to get him in his
nightie and put him to bed. Toran cleaned Amanna up, got him in his
nightie and climbed in bed beside his huge he-bride. And before too long
they were both fast asleep.

The end