Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 19:45:54 +0000
From: marcia st.denis <marciatv@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jenn's Hunger - Chapter 5

Jenn's Hunger (Hard Time Sex- Prequel)

Copyright by Marcia St.Denis and Jennifer Stewart.

This story is a prequel to an earlier story called Hard Time Sex and was
begun soon after we finished our earlier collaboration. Unfortunately, it
has been more than a year since I have been able to reach Jennifer to get an
OK from her to publish this final version of the story. Since I have not
heard back from her, I am sending it in for your enjoyment just as I
finished it.  I only hope that my interest in perversely exciting characters
and situations has not gone too far for her to be happy with it. My primary
wish is that our many fans will derive great pleasure over many readings. It
is why I write trannie erotica in the first place: as a gift to you.

I hope I speak for both of us when I say that we write our stories for your
pleasure and we hope they bring you many moments of release and contentment.
Feel free to share our story with any other story site but please attribute
it to us. And finally, please write if you enjoyed it for I would love to
hear from my fans. Thank you.

Email me at:  marciatv@hotmail.com


Chapter Five -- His New Life

Brad and Kurt were temporarily satiated and needed a rest. They left to get
some supper while Jean took the confused and over-stimulated Jeremy back
into the dressing room for some girl-talk and tenderness. Jeremy's
over-wrought emotions spilled out in a flood of tears as Jean hugged his
trembling body. She knew that if she wanted to take advantage of him, now
was the time to do it before he came down off his sex high.

She sat him down on the yellow and peach velour lounge that was there for
the models' use to rest between photo shoots. His breathing was still coming
in short pants and Jean noticed that his cock was still straining inside his
dripping wet thong. In fact, his entire body was dripping with the
accumulated sperm of the three men who had repeatedly violated his mouth and
rectum. As Jean quietly whispered in his ear to soothe and calm him, her
hands slipped in the sticky slickness of all that male spunk and its nutty,
erotic maleness hit her nostrils full force. It had a texture and an odor
that had never ceased to fascinate and stir her to the core of her being. It
thrilled her every fiber the moment she touched or smelled it and she could
feel her passion rising and her pussy dilating and beginning to ooze more
its own love juice... juice that was doing its usual magical job of
lubricating her cunt. Today was no different from any other time since she
had discovered men and their cocks at the tender age of 12. Her uncle and
her daddy kept her satiated and happy for many years before she became
serious about taking her sexual pleasure whenever, wherever and with
whomever she wanted. And today, she desperately wanted this young and sexy
creature.

She leaned down and began to slowly and languidly lick the cum off his face
and neck and chest. She found it deliciously sensual to be licking it off of
a gorgeously provocative girlboy like Jeremy. It turned her on to work for
Rod because she had developed a strong penchant and preference for soft
young things like this. Jeremy wasn't quite there yet physically, as he
lacked the large, perfectly shaped heavy breasts of a shemale which Jean had
grown to crave to meet her need for sucking, chewing, pinching, slapping and
biting. But what this little girlie-boy lacked physically was more than made
up for by his total descent into femininity and his soft girlish mannerisms.
Jean ached to make him hers.

She pushed him down onto his back on the chaise lounge and reached down to
his satin covered cock to free it from its silk and lace prison. The moment
it escaped the confines of his thong, Jeremy was vaguely aware that it grew
even larger than his normal 8". He was still groggy and unclear in his mind
as to what exactly was happening to him but somehow he knew that this state
of mind and being was what he was born to seek out in his daily activities
from this moment on. He felt completely reborn. Deep inside his very essence
he knew that he had become who and what he was destined to be the rest of
his life. And that he was performing acts of pleasure that he had been put
on this earth to perform. He had become the essence of the perfect female:
seeking only to please and give and in so doing, receive. His descent into
subservience was total and all-consuming.

All he could think of was performing whatever acts were asked of him in
order to please whomever he was with. He had lost all sense of himself, of
all that had happened, of whom he was with or where he was. But he knew this
was the most important day of his life. He knew he would never go back to
being Jeremy the boy student. He knew, deep inside, that he had become the
woman he had been destined to be/ And he knew that his only goal from now on
throughout his life would be to give: give himself pleasure, give others
pleasure, and give happiness wherever he could.

As Jean's cunt enveloped his throbbing cock, his mind crossed over into the
final erogenous zone. He had never felt such an all-consuming, total
pleasure. He had never thought anything like this was possible. After years
of fucking his satin or silk covered hand or humping the soft folds of
women's clothing, to feel this incredible silky smooth hot wet glove slip
down over his cock took him into another realm. This was so different from
the pleasure he got from being fucked in the ass or the mouth. This wasn't
anything like the pleasure he felt from having his hand (or anyone else's)
wrapped tightly around his penis and jacking it. This was mind-numbing and
he bucked back against her driving cunt with all his being.

" Ooooooo babydoll... Oh sugar... Unh... Yeah... Oh FUUUUUCK!!... That's
soooo good sweetie... Mommy needs that... You are sooooo hot baby... C'mon
dollface, give it to me... That's right... Fuck back hard... Oh yesssssssss...
Fuck hard... Faster baby... Faster... Pleeeeeease!!!!! Oooh shit, Mommy's
cumming... Ooooooo, can you feel Mommy cum? Can you feel me pulse and throb
and slick your hard girlcock with my goo? Mmmmmmmmmmmmm... I love you so
much sugar."


Later, after a warm bath, some kisses and lots of womanly advice Jeremy felt
better. Talking to Jean had helped him sort out his feelings. He recognized
that he wanted to be a girl, that he had loved sex with Brad and Kurt, and
that he wanted to do it again. But he also knew that he had fallen
desperately in love with Jean and that he had so much to learn and that she
would be his perfect teacher. He was too timid to broach the subject of his
future and how he wanted to spend it in her shadow, at her feet, worshipping
her.

Jean dressed him in a diaphanous pink silk floral print dress with a halter
neck and a mid-thigh length flared skirt. For the next hour Jean taught him
how to apply make-up and they tried different looks on him. The feminine
attention and the mental imprint of the sex he had just enjoyed made him
horny yet again. His anus had not returned to its customary tightness and
this gave him a sense of being `open' and he thrilled at the anticipation of
being filled up. His penis had become hard again and was straining against
the thin fabric of his new white panties. A lump was developing in his
throat and he began to pant slightly. Jean sensed what Jeremy was feeling
when Jeremy asked,

"When are Brad and Kurt coming back?"

"They should be here any minute and I know they'll be pleased to see you
looking so pretty for them. You know, if you're going to continue to dress
as a girl you should have a girl's name."

"I never thought of that. What do you think I should call myself?"

"Well it will make things simpler if it starts with a `J'. What about
Jennifer, or Jane?"

"Jennifer... I like that. I'll be Jenn."

Jeremy heard the outside door open and jumped up excitedly.

"That must be them."

"Yes, now before you rush in there, turn around and let me see how you
look."

She flicked the soft blond bangs of his new wig, dabbed perfume on his neck
and gave him a kiss.

"Off you go ... Jenn."

Jenn returned to the studio to find the studs talking to Rod. The three men
looked appreciatively at the pretty girlboy in his silk dress and white
stiletto sling-back sandals. They wasted no time. Brad gathered Jeremy in
his arms and Kurt, positioning himself behind Jenn, pulled his cock out of
his slacks and raised Jenn's skirt. The studs were hot again, having
compared notes over supper they had realized what a superb fuck Jeremy had
been. They returned to the studio with the intention of fully exploiting the
erotic potential of this gorgeous boy.

Jenn was shaking with sexual tension. This time he wanted to be fucked and
as each second passed his passion soared higher and threatened to get out of
control. He returned Brad's kisses vigorously and he gasped with sheer
delight as he felt Kurt's big phallus impale his anus. The intrusion brought
Jenn to a glorious climax as his ass was filled with hard male meat and
Brad's tongue probed his mouth. His stiff cock spasmed and spurted another
huge load of cum into his panties.

The two big-cocked men fucked Jenn hard for more than two hours, taking
turns in his anus and mouth, fucking him on his knees, on his back, against
the wall, and bent over a chair. Jenn sat on each stud's cock riding the
stiff poles, screaming with pleasure as the men smacked his buttocks urging
Jenn to ride faster. Jenn cried and gasped as the cocks thrust into him and
he mewled contentedly when the cocks spurted streams of semen into his
mouth. The pungent taste was now so strongly associated with his pleasure in
the sex act that he swallowed the ejaculate eagerly. Both men came twice
before leaving. Jenn spent the night in Rod's bed.

It was clear to all of the people who had witnessed the day's activities
that Jenn had become a sex addict and immediately, Rod started exploiting
Jenn's need. From that day onwards, Jenn never returned to school. Why
design dresses when he could wear them and get all the men he wanted and
needed? And better yet, was that Jean had quickly taught him that they would
pay him to dress up all sexy and slutty for them and they would pay more to
get at his tight little asshole.

Over the following two weeks Rod photographed and filmed Jenn with a
procession of studs while he fucked the pretty T-girl in his own bed at
night. Unbeknownst to Rod however, was the fact that Jean was fucking the
pretty little thing every day when she had him to herself in the dressing
room, which she had declared off-limits to Rod and to any of the male
"actors" brought in to fuck her pretty little girlboy. Jenn was torn between
loyalty to Rod for everything he had done for him and given him and to Jean
whom he idolized beyond thought. Rod gave him his womanhood and his freedom
to fuck men until he was numb from the excitement of taking cock and
drinking cum but Jean gave him tenderness and love, warmth and the softness
and pleasure of girl to girl sex.

Rod built up Jenn's wardrobe, bought him jewelry and cosmetics, took him out
on the town and to parties where Jenn could often find several paying
partners. His reputation as a fantastic lay was spreading and it was not
long before he was receiving invitations to parties in his own right. Yet
during this period, like a cub who doesn't stray far from the den, Jenn may
have frequently over-nighted in other men's beds but he would always
eventually return to Rod.