Date: Tue, 4 Mar 2014 13:15:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Victoria VanDersuk <victoriavandersuck@yahoo.com>
Subject: Transgender TV/Amelia's Pet/Amelia's Pet 2

Amelia's Pet 2


Amelia was a mess!  Her pussy was red and sore, and after I finished
cleaning her up from her lovemaking, all seemed well.  I mean he was still
pink and puffy, but her pussy was clean as a whistle.

I hoped that I had slurped out as much of the manly cum that was shot deep
inside her as humanly possible, hoping against hope that my dear Amelia had
not become pregnant from the perverted tryst I had witnessed from the
safety of the bedroom closet.  As I watched her get fucked I pathetically
shot into my lavender panties, and my newly engorged cock was all sticky in
the panties and that made me even more excited.

I must admit our marriage is a bit unconventional, my dear Amelia is such
an assertive person and has always know how to get what she wants in life.
Tonight it was ten inches of thick Black cock.

But it was all right, I know she has needs.  And that was just fucking,
there was no love attached to the act.  Me lapping at her well used vagina
was the real meaning of love I think.

I sensed she was drifting off to sleep as I lay there down between her legs
lapping at her vagina.  And in the calm, my mouth did not leave her.  I
sensed she was drifting off to sleep, exhausted from being on the receiving
end of one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen.  I began to think about
the last time that I fucked her, reliving the encounter.  It had been a
while.

There, in the safety and comfort of the bridal suite at the Marriott
Airport Hotel, my dear wife and I retired after a wedding reception that
seemed to go on forever.  Oh how she danced!  Back in the room we giggled
and kissed, I in my white tux, and she in her wedding gown.  The gown was
gorgeous, with a full skirt, and plenty of lace and small crystals to make
my bride the envy of the room.  And the gown certainly seemed to impress, I
couldn't believe how many men insisted on dancing with her while I watched
on nervously, jealous of every bit of attention she received.  Amelia had
insisted on a gown that made her look even more busty than normal, most of
her cleavage was on display and I and other men were in awe of her charms.

But now she was mine!  I kissed her, gently though passionately, and I felt
her pull me close to her.  She pulled me off her lips and down to her neck.
My kisses worked down her neck o the open bodice, and my kisses continued
down to her cleavage and the portion of the breasts I could easily reach.
Her gown was rather low cut, I thought, but she told me it was the style
now.

She pushed me off her .

"Norman it's time for me to get out of these heels and this dress, help me
with the heels won't you?"

I got down to the floor and she lifted the edge of her dress, which nearly
hit the floor.  I scooted under the hem and began to unbuckle the white
straps around her ankles, noting how pretty her shoes were.  As I put her
heel on my leg she dropped the skirt over my head.

I was surrounded by a world of girlishness, and though it was wrong I
imagined being the one dressed this way.  My breath was short and my
fingers fumbled on the thin straps of her shoes.

There in the rustle of her petticoats I struggled with her ankle strap and
looked upward in the dim light.  I was surrounded by silk and lace and
femininity, and it made me very excited, I felt my cock getting very hard
and I was actually shaking a bit, shocked to see that she was without
panties!  Her stockings were very sheer and were attached to her white
garter belt by lacy straps bearing small pink roses.  She smelled excited,
and it made me excited as well, anticipating straddling her and having her
for the first time, I had waited a long time for this!  I thought it odd
that she was without panties, but then she always was a modern girl.

Her shoe was on my knee and with one hand I worked at undoing the ankle
strap, the other hand was rubbing my crotch through my white tux pants.
The tux didn't fir well, and it was very tight around the waist and crotch.
I worried at the reception a panty line could be detected, and when I
mentioned it to Amelia she just laughed and told me to shake my booty, it
was her wedding and she wanted to have a good time.

She got impatient and hurried me along, giggling.

"Norman are you done ogling my lingerie?  Honestly, you and that panty
fetish of yours!"

I wanted to object, but felt it wasn't important at the moment.  All I
could think about was fucking my new wife!

I climbed out from under her bridal gown, a bit dizzy from the experience,
and Amelia asked me to help undo the buttons on the back of her gown.
There were a lot of them, they were spaced every inch or so down her back
and I was nervous.  I helped her out of the dress and petticoat, she
stepped out of it and remained in her white brassiere, her breasts bubbling
over, and her garter belt and stockings.

I looked between her legs, she was indeed without panties, and I could see
she had shaved down below.  Her cooter was completely bald and it excited
me.

She was so beautiful, her shoulder length wavy red hair had sparkles in it
and her face was made up beautifully with rosy cheeks, and eyes defined by
black liner and beautifully blended eye shadow of purples and pinks.  I
licked my lips as she rubbed her breasts.

"Groom, remove your clothing...all except the undies."

"Yes Ma'am!"

She giggled at my reaction and watched me undress.  I removed the tux and
then got down to underwear and socks, she had insisted I wear long white
sheer stockings to match the tux she had picked out for me. I pulled them
off and threw them on the floor, absentmindedly leaving the underwear on.

Before I strode over to kiss her I realized that the panties she was not
wearing, the match to her brassiere and pretty garter belt, was the exact
pair she had forced me to wear under my tux, white satin and lace panties
adorned with small pink roses.

It embarrassed me no end!  To think I was actually wearing part of her
bridal trousseaux, the panties. Why she made me wear the matching panties
while she went commando kind of threw me for a loop.  In fact it had the
effect of making my cock soften considerably and I felt it retract in the
pretty panties.

"Darling, why is it I am wearing your matching panties, and you are going
without?"

"Oh no reason, Norman.  I just thought it might be a nice way of sharing
the bridal experience with you.  You do look very sweet in those panties,
I'm ever so glad you wear the same size I do, it's all so terribly
convenient, isn't it?  I love watching you move in them, you have such
womanly hips honey., and you're so FLAT down there...that is unless you've
got a little boner like the one you have now.  Oh look, the little fellow
is excited, isn't he?"

I must admit it wierded me out that I was the one wearing the panties in
this marriage, and it seemed things might stay that way.  When I focused on
that my cock began to bounce around and leak a little, despite the things
she was saying to me, something a groom does not expect to hear from a
loving bride.

By the time that I joined her there on the big bed, I just didn't think
about it, about being pantied.  I was a bridegroom and I had waited so long
to fuck my wife's sweet pussy.. There she was, my beautiful Amelia, lying
on her back waiting for me to make love to her.  I climbed on the bed and
laid next to her, then crawled on top of her and kissing her.  She opened
her mouth and let me slip my tongue inside her hot mouth, and I felt her
hands drop down to caress my body, working down my back to the fancy
panties, she gently stroked my bottom and slipped her hand inside the back
of the panties.

"Norman, I know how much you love being pantied, but don't you think it's
time you removed them, and had your way with me?"

"Umm, certainly dear, I will remove them right away!"

I kicked them off, feeling the air his my bobbing erection.  I think I was
harder than I had ever been, so full of passion for my wife!  Her body was
so warm and inviting, and she smelled wonderful, she loved wearing Dior
perfume, and the scent left me dizzy.

I kissed her some more, and maneuvered myself so that my cock was at the
entrance to her pussy.  I could feel the heat from it, and I scooted
forward so that I could enter her.  OMG it was amazing!  So hot and wet,
and I started to move back and forth.  I leaned down and started to suck on
her right breast as I pumped her, and focused on the nipple. I love my
wife's tits!  I had been pumping in and out of her for a few minutes, it
felt so damn good to finally be inside her.

"Norman, when are you going to put it in me?  I'm waiting!"

I stopped moving, and looked up at her from her breast, my face wet with
saliva.

"But Dear, I AM inside you...I have been for several minutes!"

"Oh really?  Well I felt a tickle down there, are you sure you are inside
me?"

"Yes, Amelia, I am."

I tried to pick up the pace, and really slam into her, but I heard her yawn
and when I looked up she was actually looking at the pretty sterling silver
wrist watch I had given her as a wedding present.  I felt my cock
softening, even though I was fucking her.  With a few more thrusts I shot
inside her, though it was from a cock that wasn't even fully hard, and I
collapsed on top of her.

"Thank you Dear, that was wonderful!"

"For you, maybe, I am unsatisfied and now have a sticky vagina!  Oh Norman
I worried that that little dick of yours wouldn't satisfy me, and now I
know my fears were right!"

I was mortified.  What can a man say to something like that?

"Amelia what can I do to satisfy you?"

"Well I guess you can get down there and use your tongue on me.  You might
as well clean up the mess you made, I don't want to leak out all over the
sheets.  And if I did, just so you know...I DON'T sleep on the wet spot!"

I licked her, excited by her lack of pubes and I ate her, tasting my cum
right away, it hadn't shot very deep I guess.  It's not like it was the
first time I had tasted my own cum, I tasted mine now and then, all men do
that, right?  But it was a bit odd to eat my cum from the pussy I had just
fucked, it made me shudder and shake a little.

Amelia began to moan and thrash about, reaching down to grab my hair.  I
could barely breath as she tried to get my tongue as deep as possible into
her.

But suddenly she went limp, and then lifted her leg over me and turned onto
her side, and she started to cry, I attributed it to wedding night jitters.
I pulled up from between her legs, my face all wet with our juices, crawled
up behind her and hugged her until the tears subsided a bit.

"What's wrong honey?"

"Oh, Norman.  It's just that I so hoped that you could satisfy me with your
penis.  I mean, I know it's small and all...and of course it's not your
fault...but I worry about our marriage."

"Why dear?"

"Well I am a woman Norman, and I need to feel a penis fucking me good and
deep, so that I can feel fulfilled..  How am I to achieve orgasm?"

I felt like a piece of shit.  I knew I was hung small, but then so did she,
right?  It never seemed to bother her before.  I felt like a heel since I
had gotten off in her bald pussy and she was frustrated.

"Amelia what can I do to make it up to you?"

"Really?  You mean it?"

"Of course, Dear.  Tell me what to do."

"Well, you could go down to the hotel bar, and find a Man with a normal
sized penis to fuck me."

"Amelia! You can't expect that of me!  And besides, it's our wedding
night!"

"Oh I see....Mr. Man here with the little prick gets satisfaction, but the
bride cries alone, unsatisfied.  If you love me, then you will do it
husband, you promised you would make me happy."

"How do I approach a strange man, and convince him to come back to the room
to fuck you?"

"I don't know, be a guy.  Buy a man a drink.  I'm sure if you go down there
in your tux some conversation will develop.  And Norman...."

"Yes honey?"

"Don't forget to put your bridal panties back on first, you look so sweet
in them."

I went down to the hotel bar, shaking my head.  I truly needed a drink!
And after three or four I started to loosen up.  I watched the people
coming and out of the bar, it was getting late.  I saw a guy in his
thirties come up to the bar.  He was pretty tall, a dark haired guy with a
mustache, and he seemed incredibly hairy., based on what I could tell from
where his arm was exposed from his tropical shirt.  He just reeked of
confidence..From the looks of things he was packing, so to speak...not that
I check out guy's crotches or anything.  He ordered a drink and I moved
down the bar next to him and tried to talk to him.  I said Hello.

"Listen man, I'm no homo!  I saw you checking out my junk."

His reaction surprised me and I laughed nervously.

"I'm not either, I'm just a guy trying to make his wife happy."

I can't tell you how humiliating it was when I enlisted his help in
bringing Amelia an orgasm, especially the part where I had to explain why.
He smiled but tried to sound sympathetic when I told him how small I was,
and how I had disappointed my bride.  He asked a lot of questions, thinking
it was a set up, but when I showed him a picture of Amelia from my wallet I
guess his dick told him to take a chance.

He didn't believe me enough though and told me to follow him to the men's
room.

When we got in there he unzipped at the urinal and told me to undo my
pants, he wanted to confirm I was telling the truth.  Having a few two many
drinks I was not discrete, and when I undid my pants and exposed my little
cock he could plainly see my panties.

Nice panties, princess.  No wonder your bride needs a real man! Man, that
is one tiny prick!  I'll bet you were really teased in school, right?"

I looked over at his cock, trying to be discrete, and his cock was a real
beauty, something Amelia would enjoy.

Just then, a guy came out of one of the stalls, and was witness to what was
going on.  He went to the sink and took a long time washing his hands,
craning his neck to see what was happening at the urinals.  I did up my
pants quickly and went back to the bar, followed by the stud I was
enlisting to satisfy my wife.  He was for real, he had a great big cock,
guys with big cocks always amazed me.

"Well if your old lady is looking for a big fat cock I'm the guy for her.
I'll fuck her good man,"

He was a good sport, and a bit cocky, but he ordered me another drink which
I needed.  I was shaking like a leaf, but knew Amelia was waiting.  I gave
him my room key card and watched him walk out of the hotel bar and over to
the elevator.

Gosh I hoped he had a rubber.  I looked around the bar and saw the guy from
the bathroom down by the other end, alone, watching me, and he came over to
sit next to me, full of questions as to why I was wearing a white tux with
a pink cummerbund, and mostly about the panties I was wearing.  When I
stammered a ridiculous response, clouded by liquor, he just laughed and
bought us another round.

He was a nice guy, a little older than me and pretty handsome.  He had
shoulder length blonde hair, and seemed to be well built. I tried to
explain myself and he was very sympathetic.  He told me he felt for guys
who were hung real small, and said we couldn't all be studs, could we?.
After a while I forgot all about my wife and what might be going on.  He
suggested we go back to his room since he had some liquor up there, and we
could be more comfortable and drink cheaper.  I probably shouldn't have
gone, but I didn't want to go back to the hotel room until that stud was
done with my wife.  I may have set it up, but I didn't have to watch it.

I can't tell you what happened after that, I Just know that I woke up early
in the morning passed out in a lounge chair by the hotel pool.  People
walked by me, a drunken groom in a white tux passsed out on one of those
web lounge chairs. I had an incredible headache and felt dirty and kind of
sore, I felt uncomfortable under my pants, like I hadn't wiped well or
something.  Gross!

I staggered into the men's room nearby and went into a stall.  When I
dropped my pants I realized the panties were gone and I was sticky.  I put
my finger into it and smelled it before I sat down on the toilet.  It was
sperm.

All I could think about was that Amelia would kill me, and must have been
worrying about where I had been.  I couldn't tell her about this, I just
couldn't. But how would I account for the missing panties, which were
obviously taken as some kind of souvenir?  I shuddered at the thought, and
went to bar for a screwdriver to try and compose myself before facing my
lovely wife, not sure what I would tell her, or if she would even care
after being fucked senseless by a real man with a big dick.

They say a man never forgets his wedding night, and I certainly wouldn't.
It was the only time I would ever push my dick into my wife.

It's a shame about those panties though, they were really sweet.