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Title: The Wedding
Don's sister had known about his femme self, Dawn, for years and had always been most encouraging. They'd shopped together and Susan had helped Dawn learn all the little things that help girls look so pretty: make-up, how to walk sexy, styling her hair, etc. She said it was fun to have a sister and they seemed closer when Don was Dawn.
Still, it came as a complete surprise when Susan had introduced her fiance to her sister, Dawn. The ruse had been quite enjoyable for them both, and Robert had amazingly never doubted the facts as presented. Six months later, Susan was preparing her wedding plans and asked Dawn to fly across country to attend.
"It will mostly be Robert's family since Mom and Dad are gone. It would mean so much to have you there."
"But Robert thinks I'm a girl!" protested Dawn.
"That's why I'd like you to be my Maid of Honor."
They'd talked for hours, with Susan having an answer for every protest, every question. None of Robert's family had ever met Don and he'd told them all about Susan's younger sister, Dawn. It was going to be held in a church but with a small gathering.
"I've even picked out your maid of honor's dress," said Susan softly. Don couldn't refuse his sister and the thrill of being her 'sister' for a week in Tucson was intoxicating.
So Dawn had flown down to Tucson. She had to be en-femme since Robert was picking her up from the airport. So she thrilled to walk in the airport and sit in the plane in a pretty dress and low heels. She caught some people staring at her, others obviously making her for a male, but most didn't, a real testament to Susan's teachings. The stewardesses were very polite to her and almost seemed to be giving her secret smiles.
The week before the wedding had flown by and Dawn was having so much fun being Susan's sister 24x7. They had a bachelorette party with the three other bridesmaids and even visited a strip-club for women. Susan kept teasing Dawn, whispering that her sister was showing a little excitement from the hunky dancers. Dawn kept shifting, keeping her erection hidden as best she could.
Now it was the morning of the wedding day. There were still a few hours to go, but everyone had gone to the church early, just in case. So Dawn was gliding around the sanctuary in her pink satin dress and heels, enjoying the swish of the material on her shaved body, the pull of her garters on her thigh-high silk stockings, the way her breast forms made the perfect weight in the cups of her bustier, and how the bustier had given her more of an hourglass shape, allowing her to fit into the tight satin dress in the first place.
"Dawn?" asked one of the groomsmen, catching her attention. "Could you help us?" It was Gil and he was standing with Eric by one of the doors that led back to the rooms given over to the wedding party. Dawn smiled and walked over, letting her hips swing with the movement of her high heels.
Gil and Eric looked unusually attentive, even excited as she joined them. They walked past the rest of the rooms occupied by the wedding party until they slipped into a small room that held some velvet covered pews.
Gil closed the door behind them and Dawn heard the click of a turned key.
"We know your secret, Dawn," said Eric quietly. Dawn's face went beet red and her mouth opened, but her mind couldn't think of anything to say.
"We'll keep it if you are friendly to us... very friendly," said Gil as he began to unbuckle his tuxedo pants. He already had quite a bulge inside it. Dawn felt the touch of Eric's hand on her shoulder and then the pressure as he made her kneel.
She knew she couldn't embarass Susan today by being outed to Robert's family. And she couldn't deny how hard she was in her own panties looking at Gil's pants slide down his legs and his boxers bowed out in front of him with his cock...
She'd been Dawn in her head for so long that she felt completely natural craving another man's cock, to feel it in her mouth, or inside her. She settled on her knees and smoothed her dress so it wouldn't wrinkle before the wedding. Gil stepped up to her and pulled his boxers down past his knees.
He had a remarkable cock, thick and decent long, but curving a bit to his left. Dawn began by placing kisses on it, from the head down the shaft and then to his hanging balls, letting the shaft stroke her face. Gil let out a little moan.
She let the tip of her tongue slide up the side of the cock until she was back at his head. A small stream of precum was leaking from the tip, evidence of his arousal for her. It gave Dawn a thrill in her stomach and groin and made her feel even more femme.
Her hand slipped around to grip the base of the shaft while stroking his balls and she let the head of his cock into her mouth. Her lips locked around the shaft just under the head and her tongue licked the precum eagerly from the tip, poking at the tip and making more precum emerge.
She let the cock slide in more, about half-way down the shaft before it reached the back of her mouth. She started stroking the shaft with her hand up to that point and bobbing her head over the top half.
Gil was moaning more and Dawn spotted Eric with his cock pulled out of the fly of his tuxedo. He was stroking it slowly, spreading his own precum down its dark shaft. Dawn wanted to caress her own erection in her panties, but she couldn't get to it easily.
Her mouth was moving faster on Gil's shaft, sucking him hard as she tightened her grip on the lower half, jerking up and down harder.
"Oh fuck! Oh shit!" cursed Gil. Dawn knew she had to swallow so no cum stained her dress. He burst in her mouth, coating it with splashes of delicious cum as his balls jerked and he held himself inside her mouth.
She made her efforts more gentle, but she milked him like she loved others to do with her own cock. When she finally felt him softening in her mouth, she licked off the last of the cum and let him pull back.
Gil sat down heavily on the velvet seated pew, his eyes wide in amazement. "damn, Dawn, I've never had it sucked that good!"
Dawn blushed heavily, extremely pleased to have showed talent.
"I want her pussy," breathed Eric, his own cock slick from his spit. He was breathing hard with his excitement. He motioned Dawn to lean down and put her face on the carpet, her bottom sticking up in the air. Dawn gulped but wanted exactly that so she eased to the carpet and spread her knees out to give him room.
She closed her eyes and felt him lifting the skirt of her dress and the layers of taffeta. His hand groped her ass and toyed with her bottom hole through the satin. Her own cock throbbed heavily and she felt a mini-orgasm, some cum leaking into her panties.
He pulled down her panties to her knees, her bottom now framed by garters from her bustier to her stockings. While she'd never guessed she'd be having sex today, she'd always shaved herself completely every morning, so she knew her skin was supple and womanly smooth for him.
He placed his head at her opening and then pulled back to let his finger slip inside and lube her with something cold. His finger felt wonderful and she gave him a quick squeeze of pleasure.
"Nice and easy, Dawn," cooed Eric. "You've never taken dark meat before, have you?" Dawn blushed, she'd never taken any man's cock in her bottom.
The cockhead was back and she felt pressure. Years of using a dildo on herself gave her the ease to relax and after only a minute, she felt him slide into her, the hot flesh stretching her, filling her. Once he was all the way in, she clenched, pulling him deeper.
"fuck..." breathed Eric as he felt her work him inside her. She shifted her hips around him, stroking him in a way with her body. His hands gripped her hips and he began to stroke in and out.
He was far too excited to thrust long enough to get Dawn off. After only a couple pleasurable minutes, she heard him grunting and then hold himself in her, filling her with loads of cum. Dawn's cock hung heavy and stiff but she didn't cum.
Eric pulled back and tucked his wet cock into his tuxedo pants. Gil was already dressed again. They grinned at her.
"Lie back and pull up your panties, Dawn," they instructed. Dawn felt so horny and aroused that she obeyed immediately, with only pause to prevent wrinkling of her dress. She felt the cum starting to escape her bottom and was glad to have her panties up tight again to catch it. She guessed that the load would be running down her legs by the time of the wedding ceremony.
Both men knelt next to her and reached a hand out to her panties. "We want to make you cum, Dawn. You're such a hot woman, you deserve it." Their faces showed no interest in exposing her now.
She felt their fingers touching her thighs and groin, stroking her skin through the satin panty, pumping her cock. Within moments, she moaned and her own balls clenched again and again, pumping her own cum into her panties, soaking them.
After she'd let the orgasm fill her and then fade, she stuffed some tissues into her panties to help soak up some of the cum, and then stood up. To her surprise, Gil and then Eric kissed her, passionately.
"Don't make plans for after the reception..." they urged her before slipping out of the room.
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