Sissy Kristina

A wedding night fantasy from Bulges and Bows…

As I laid upon the altar, Daddy’s face turned into that of lust. His body shot to me like that of a missile and found my swollen rose. How could an airheaded sissy like me find these words? His tongue found my boipussy.  My sweet hole was being devoured by a man twice my size. 

The feeling of his tongue upon my dirty delight made me a slave to his pleasures for all eternity. All the feelings of innocence and shame were laid bare upon my Daddy’s tongue for all to hear. Those screams were likely heard to the heavens above. I know they were heard on the second floor of the Red Roof Inn as the couple from BFE Wisconsin gave us dirty looks upon check out the next morning.

And as that manly tongue dug into me, my claws dug into his rugged skin. From the grunts he let out, I know my Daddy loved that. 

For the better part of what felt like a lifetime, that cock-like tongue buried into my sissy delights – a harbinger to the massive Phallus that awaited a few moments later. 

Giving up any semblance of manhood, my clitty exploded as if it was a confession of my sissy self – of my submission to daddy.  As he scooped up my cream and lubed it into my pussy, my mind became a complete void. 

I can only remember looking up and asking in a desperate voice, “Please, my sweet Daddy. Make love to me. I am your bride.”

Moments like this can only come over the Rainbow. Make it Bulges and Bows!