Put on a wedding dress Update

Svenja stood in the middle of the brightly lit bridal suite, surrounded by her four closest friends: Verena, Tanja, Steffi, and Madeleine. She was almost finished getting dressed.

The wedding dress was an absolute dream—and at the same time, she was a hot piece of ass.

At the top, a deep, heart-shaped neckline made of shimmering white tulle pushed her plump, young tits high up and squeezed them brutally together. The neckline was so deep and tight that the upper half of her heavy breasts lay exposed; the soft, round bases almost spilled out, and her delicate skin glistened slightly. The thin straps were almost transparent, so that her stiff nipples were clearly visible beneath the thin fabric and bounced slightly with every movement. At the bottom, the dress exploded into a huge, voluminous hoop skirt made of several layers of tulle. The hoop was reinforced with a transparent dome that made the tulle so wide and puffy that it concealed her entire lower body—no one (almost no one) would ever see what was happening beneath all that white fabric.

At that very moment, Verena handed her a cream-colored envelope and a small, flat package with a sweet, innocent smile.

“From Fabian. He said we shouldn’t give it to you until the dress is almost finished.”

Svenja opened the letter with trembling fingers. The handwriting was unmistakably Florian’s.

“My darling, this is both the last adventure before marriage and the first one in marriage. Wear it all day. For me. I love you more than anything else. Your future husband

Fabian”

Inside the package was a small, extremely powerful, smooth rosebud vibrator—white, flat, with a slight curve, perfect for the G-spot.

Svenja turned bright red. “He… he can’t be serious… can he?” Immediately, the four of them surrounded her, giggling and all talking at her at once. Verena stroked her bare shoulder. “Yes, sweetie. He wants you to be horny and wet all day long. Under this huge hoop skirt, no one can see what you’re wearing underneath.” Tanja placed her hand on Svenja’s flat stomach. “Imagine how horny you’ll get when you’re standing right there at the altar… and no one knows that your freshly waxed pussy is vibrating right now.”

Steffi grinned widely. “That’s your little secret. Your last adventure as an unmarried woman—and at the same time your first as his wife.”

Madeleine held out the vibrator to her and whispered: “Come on, Svenja. For Fabian. You don’t want to disappoint him on the first day of your marriage, do you?”

Svenja bit her lower lip. It was clearly his doing. Her hypersensitive, bare pussy was already tightening at the thought. Finally, she nodded slowly, her cheeks glowing red. “Okay… but only because he wants it.”

The four friends eagerly helped her. Tanja lifted the huge hoop skirt with both hands, spread her legs slightly, and Steffi pushed the smooth vibrator deep into her tight, smooth pussy. It disappeared completely, sitting perfectly against her G-spot; the curve pressed exactly against the most sensitive spot and against her clit at the front.

The four of them were having a blast. Verena, Tanja, Steffi, and Madeleine kept grinning conspiratorially at each other. Of course, they knew full well that Fabian had no idea about any of this—and that’s exactly what made it so hot for them.

Verena held up the little white remote control. “So how do we actually turn this thing on, sweetie?”

Svenja took the remote control in her hand and turned it back and forth, at a loss. Three buttons. Three symbols. “There are three buttons. Probably Min, Medium, and Max.”

Svenja stared at the symbols in bewilderment. The first was a small musical note. The second, a clock. The third… clearly a stylized, thick penis with a glans. “Oh God…” Svenja murmured, turning bright red. “I don’t want to take any chances…” She carefully pressed the bottom button—the musical note.

A soft, deep hum sounded right inside her pussy. The vibrator briefly came to life, vibrating once slowly and rhythmically against her G-spot and clit. Svenja gasped sharply, her knees buckling briefly. “Fuck, it’s on… that feels… Fuck…,” she whispered hoarsely. While Steffi was still kneeling under the hoop skirt, pressing the vibrator deep and firm into Svenja’s smooth, bare pussy, Svenja made a small, embarrassed joke: “Oh, you know… without you guys, I won’t even be able to pull my panties down later when I have to go to the bathroom. The hoop is huge…”

Steffi laughed softly from under the tulle, reached with both hands for the tiny white thong Svenja was still wearing, and pulled it down slowly, very slowly. The thin fabric clung briefly to her wet, throbbing pussy before sliding completely over her ankles. “No problem, babe,” Steffi called cheerfully and pulled the panties off completely. “From now on, you’re going commando. Fabian wants you to be nice and open and horny all day long.”

The four friends pushed the hoop skirt back down until it fit perfectly. Svenja stood there—the deep neckline showcased her plump tits, the huge white hoop skirt hid everything going on underneath.

Verena, Tanja, Steffi, and Madeleine took a step back and admired their handiwork. Then all four burst into loud, horny laughter at the same time. “Have fun today, bride!” Madeleine called out. “And don’t forget—Fabian wants you to get really, really wet,” Tanja added.

Then they turned around and walked out of the room laughing, the door slamming shut behind them. At that very moment, there was a sharp jolt in her pussy. The vibrator in Svenja’s smooth, bare pussy briefly came to life.

She tried to reach it with her hand, but there was no chance. The hoop was in the way; she couldn’t reach it. Nor could she pick anything up off the floor. The white thong lay in stark contrast on the floor in front of her.

Then there was a loud knock. “I’m coming to get you. Everyone’s waiting,” she heard her father’s voice through the door. Another vibration. He came in and saw the telltale thong on the floor. He asked, somewhat embarrassed, “Are you done?” and Svenja nodded.

Her father led her out of the room, his arm firmly linked through hers. Svenja could barely walk straight. Her knees were weak, her freshly waxed pussy throbbed and clenched around the vibrating intruder with every step. At first only slightly, then more strongly, exactly in time with the soft organ music already drifting in from outside. The smooth, hypersensitive skin rubbed against the vibrator with every movement, her clit pulsing hard and sensitively.

They reached the beginning of the long hallway. The organ really kicked in—loud, solemn, powerful. The vibrator in Svenja’s pussy reacted immediately. It was sound-activated—the knocking on the door, loud voices and laughter, and especially the organ music—everything was picked up by the little device in her tight, wet slit and transformed into pulsating waves.

The organ’s first deep bass note awakened the vibrator with a powerful, deep hum. Svenja flinched, her knees went weak, a soft, stifled moan escaped her, which the veil mercifully concealed. Her pussy immediately clenched convulsively around the vibrator; the smooth, hypersensitive skin rubbed against the vibrating device with every step.

With every keystroke of the organ, the intensity grew stronger, matching the volume. The deep, booming notes made the vibrator pulsate brutally inside her pussy, while the high notes sent rapid, fluttering vibrations directly against her clit. Svenja nearly collapsed into her father’s arms. A soft, stifled moan escaped her, which the veil fortunately concealed. Her face beneath the white tulle was contorted with pleasure—eyes rolled back, mouth half-open, cheeks glowing red.

Her father patted her arm reassuringly. “You don’t have to be nervous, my darling. This is perfectly normal.”

Svenja could only nod. With every keystroke of the organ, a new wave washed over her. The deep, booming notes made the vibrator pulse brutally and rhythmically inside her pussy, while the high, bright notes sent rapid, fluttering vibrations straight against her G-spot. Her clit throbbed hard and sensitively; her labia were already wet and swollen again. With every step, the vibrator was further stimulated by the movement—her smooth, bare pussy rubbed against the vibrating device, her juices slowly trickling down the inside of her thigh and being immediately absorbed by the huge hoop skirt.

She walked down the aisle supported by her father’s arm, her legs soft as rubber, her hips twitching uncontrollably with every step. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on her—everyone saw only the radiant, beautiful bride with the plunging neckline and the billowing white hoop skirt.

No one suspected that the bride was being fucked right under her dress by a sound-activated vibrator. Florian was waiting up front. He smiled proudly, took her from her father, and gently pulled her toward him. “Are you wearing it?” he whispered softly.

Svenja nodded only faintly, her legs trembling, her pussy spasming. At that very moment, the organ reached a loud, powerful climax.

The vibrator exploded inside her pussy. Svenja came—hard, silently, trembling. Her knees buckled, she slumped briefly against Florian’s chest, her whole body shaking with the orgasm. A warm gush of her own lust ran down her thighs and was hidden by the hoop skirt.

Florian held her tight, smiled, and thought it was just the excitement. He was glad that Sara had sent him the red garter, which he had sent to her this morning. And he was glad that Svenja had put it on.