Date: Mon, 08 Jun 98 17:12:46 +0100 ( + )
From: CathyKay <cathykay@btinternet.com>
Subject: Hen Night

It was the first time I had been to a hen night - obviously!

An old friend was getting married, and it was as much a marriage of
convenience as anything else so she was having a whale of a timeand not
taking it too seriously -- she was very pleased with her choice of
bridemades, two dykes and a transvestite! I was going to be a bridesmaid,
something every little tart dreams of I suppose!

I and the girls had a glass of wine, and then we tried our dresses for the
last time before the big event. The bride of course wore white, and the
rest of us wore thick golden silk, ankle length, which hugged and touched
every curve. I like to think I have a nice figure for a guy, and with a
little help the only bumps that showed were my little padded tits and my
suspender clips.

All the girls giggled and complimented me as I took the dress off again,
and carefully hung it up so it would not get crumpled. I wore white
underwear, corset knickers, stockings and a longline bra, which gave me a
sexy shape, I though only improved by my 7 inch cock.

I got back into the mini skirt I had been wearing, and slipped on my white
blouse.

I always like my clothes on tight, and with the few glasses of wine inside
me felt incredibly sexy. I was going to stay the night, go with the bride
to the wedding, and then we were going to have a big reception. I was to
stay dressed all day, and most of the guests did not know my secret. I got
up, and slipped to the bathroom. I had been thinking about the best man in
particular, a huge man in his early 30's, straight of course, and as I
lifted my skirt started to think about his touch, about what it would be
like to unzip him from his morning suit, pull out his stiff cock, and
looking up at him, wrap my lips around the hard shocking red head, to taste
his pre-cum on my lips, and to feel as he got harder and harder in my
mouth.

The only thought in my mind was his cock, at first just over my lips, my
teeth nibbling his cockhead, and then as he started to get excited, my
whole face being forced back on his cock, the shaft sliding past my gums as
he thrust faster and faster, and fucked my face, eventually exploding his
white sticky spunk in my throat, his juices filling my mouth, and spilling
out the corner, while myt own cock strained against the material of my
knickers, itself exploding silently, soaking my panties with come. I would
let him pull his cock out, kiss its gleaming length, and let him turn away,
never knowing that I was anything than a dirty little girl...

The bathroom door opened, and Sandra walked in `Oh, sorry, the door wasn't
locked...'

I gasped, and opened my eyes, I had not even lifted the toilet seat, my
knickers were around my ankles, my hands up my lifted skirt, covered in my
come which was still pouring out of my cock, onto my thighs, and down my
stockings.

`Cathy -- you could have waited sweetheart --`

I did not know what to say, quickly got up, cleaned myself as best as I
could, and ran down the stairs, Sandra laughing behind me.

She followed me downstairs -- surely she was not going to embarrass me like
this, please pretty please she was not going to tell everybody what she had
seen.

`Well girls, I think the party has started in earnest now -- I just caught
Cathy wanking like it went out of fashion'

I went bright red, while the girls giggled, and made all sorts of comments

`Honestly sweetheart, how come you cannot go 30 minutes without getting
your rocks off' asked the bride to be `I think you need a hobby -- how
often do you wank exactly?'

The girls had gone quiet, and were all looking at me. My throat was dry, my
lips numb. I stood there, praying for the ground to swallow me up. No body
said a word. I felt my come at the backs of my legs, dripping down my
stockings, although I had long since gone soft in embarrassment.

`Poor baby wasn't even doing it right -- let me show you' said Sandra
behind me. Dumbly I sat down, and Sandra sat on the arm of my chair, spread
her legs wide open, and exposed her white knickers, which were dark and
damp. As she began to caress lightly at first the top of her mons the
bridesmaid drew nearer, and started to push up the bottom of her pussy
through the knickers. I could smell her excitement, and began to grow hard
myself. Very soon my cock made a tentpole in my knickers, and lifted my
miniskirt. I made to reach for it, but Sandra smiled and said `not yet'.

It was enough, and I continued to watch as she expertly brought herself to
a climax through the now sopping coton panties, while the bridesmaid
slipped her litle finger in and out of Sandras little asshole. The other
girls were watching, and then stripping to their underwear.

Both behind me waited until just the right moment, and I felt myself pushed
forwards and over, and my face met with the hot musky wetness that was
sandras crotch.

She took her arms around the back of my head, and savagely pushed her sex
onto my face. My nose would have slipped inside her deep wet sex but for
her knickers, which stretched over my lips. I nibbled at them, and tasted
the juices of her, and inhaled only her aroma. I started to toungue her
through them, and the bridesmaids hand, darkened from her efforts at
Sandras ass came and lifted them awayand plunged deep indside her, so at
once I could taste both her sex and her shit, and I had to concentrate on
her clit. Again and again she came, but we carried on. Behind me I could
hear the two girls giggling, and then another hand appeared.

A huge black dildo was forced with no ceremony into Sandra, my toungue
still darting around the edges of her pussy lips. Quite quickly she started
to whimper, and moan, and I felt her come, almost crushing me with her
thighs, forcing me into the side of the dildo, which slid backwards and
forwards past my face, smearing me with her juices. Before long she had
tired, but I was kept where I was, and I soon felt wetness and I could just
see her piss spraying around the side of the huge invading monster, and
gradually felt it soak my hair, and pour into my mouth.

At last I was allowed up to breathe. My own knickers were a sticky mess
under my skirt, which Sandra lifted to inspect. She yanked my cock out of
the knickers at the side, trapping my balls, and leant over, taking it at
once in her mouth. At the same time the bridesmaid began to repeat her
treatment of my litle asshole, and I felt her finger nudging at this
opening. As I gasped in surprse, still covered in piss and cum, I felt
Sandra take my cock right into her throat, and as my muscles spasmed, felt
the bridesmaid push her finger smoothly in up to her knuckle.

Sandra slowly moved back and forth, at the same time making me unable to
move with pleasure, and tortured as my balls twisted and were yanked under
my corsetry.

The bridesmaid took every motion of Sandras as her cue to put another
finger in my behind, two fingers, three fingers, four and then her fist. I
felt the knotted ball of muscle as it seemed to travel all the way into my
bowels, then to be yanked out suddenly, to be followed my something too big
to imagine. It nust have been the didlo so recently in Sandra, as I could
feel its sticky wetness as it was pushed deep inside me. It felt bigger
than I could imagine -- surely I would split from such a huge thing
stretching me from the inside, touching me everywhere deep inside my ass --
but I did not, instead I came like I have never come before. I felt like I
was exploding as the come pumped out of my cupped and tortured balls,
through my groin, through my cock, and straight into Sandras mouth. I felt
it like a ball of hot wax, searing through me, and Sandra completed the
journey, she sat upright, took my mouth, and kissed me deeply, transfering
the still red hot spunk deep inside my own mouth. I swallowed, and smiled
at her.

The evening continued, I was degraded and dirty, I fucked and was fucked, I
pissed myslef, and revelled in my own dirt and wetness. Sandra let me fuck
her tight hot shitty ass, and at the same time the bridesmaid fistfucked
me, causing me to explode over and over again until I fainted.


Sigh, Hugs Cathykay


-More to come of course - we still have the wedding breakfas, the reception
and the honeymoon to go, and I still have to get my hands on the best man,
so as usual ... Let Cathykay know what you think - I am unshockable - so
e-mail me at cathykay@btinternet.com - and please, if it's not dirty enough
for you, if you are wondering when cathy is going to get pissed on and
gangraped, then send your suggestions to me as soon as you can!