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.
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Chapter Three -- The Shoot
For the next two hours Jeremy walked, spun, and vamped until every facet of his ambiguous beauty was photographed. It was a powerfully sexual experience for him and, if truth be known (which Jeremy was glad it wouldn't be), he had nearly cum on two different occasions as his clothes rubbed up against his straining cock. He was a natural exhibitionist and he found it very easy to move and vamp for Rick's camera. Rod had made him remove his dress slowly and sensuously during the shoot and then try on lots of different combinations of lingerie, including at one point, going without panties of any kind. It surprised him that he wasn't in the least embarrassed by his straining hard-on and, in fact, derived a huge amount of pleasure in exposing it to the camera and the people watching him in the room. Soon he was down to a beautiful yellow lace bra and a long-line, very high garter belt that started above the waist and ended down over his hips to cover half of his ass cheeks. He wore matching yellow lace-topped stockings and on his feet were the most delicate strappy pale yellow high heels. All of these were peaking through a lovely crotch length, sheer chiffon, ruffle and lace-edged black peignoir held together by a satin bow at the neck. On his feet were a pair of black, open toed PVC pumps with 6" heels and a short platform toe.
He thrilled to the realization that Rick had a pants-ripping boner as he took roll after roll of pictures and watched him through the lens of his camera. Jeremy felt like he was slowly and sensuously seducing this man as he slowly took off the peignoir and then his panties to expose his own straining 8" penis. He could hear Rick take a sharp intake of breath as he slowly began to jack himself while looking up into the lens of the camera and let the tip of his tongue slip out of his parted lips to wet them. He continued making love to the camera and to his own cock until he had to squeeze off an amazing orgasm just before exploding.
"Oh God... That was close. I can't afford to upset these guys. I can't cum right in front of all these people... I want to be invited to come back and do this some more. Jean was right. I'll never be able to go back to being Jeremy the Design School student... This has completely changed the entire way I think."
Rod had called a break. And while Rick left the room to get more film, Rod handed Jeremy a peach colored, satin shoulder wrap to keep warm. Jean was called in to repair his makeup and as he sat in front of Jean, in the privacy of the changing room, with his eyes closed, luxuriating in the glorious feel of it all, he heard Rod say through the open door, "You like wearing women's clothes, don't you kid?"
Jeremy blushed to the roots of his hair. "Yes, they feel really different. I feel amazingly free and cheerful and happy and light. Why do you ask?"
"Well huney, I couldn't help but notice that from the moment you took off your dress your penis has been erect and trying to break free from the confines of whatever you were wearing or if it was free of any panties, it kept spewing tiny little drops of pre-cum everywhere. And that last scene was really hot. We want to see more of that kind of modeling. You got a great future in this business kid."
Jeremy blushed a deep crimson, as he hadn't noticed that he was leaking so much pre-cum. He wanted to melt through the cracks of the floor from embarrassment. Rod laughed softly at his look of complete horror and tried to relieve some of Jeremy's discomfort by reaching down and squeezing his shoulder and saying, "You look real good in them. Here, look at these and tell me if I am lying to you."
Rod spread out some prints from the early part of the session and Jeremy saw himself perched on the desk in the red satin sheath and black patent pumps. Nobody would ever mistake him for a male. Even he thought he looked pretty and sexy. He looked at others. There he was in a black satin full slip kneeling on the satin bedspread a la Lana Turner and another, lying on the bed in a pink corset trimmed with black lace, his penis standing stiffly to attention.
"What do you think?"
"It's amazing. Except for my hard penis, I look just like a girl."
"No you don't. You look like a beautiful, sexy woman. It's better than we had expected. If you're not too tired we'd like to do one more session."
"I'm fine and I'm enjoying this."
"Well, we'd like to try something different. We'll give you an extra $500."
"Wow! Really? Why so much? What do you have in mind?"
"We'd like you to do some posing with a partner, just to create a contrast."
Jeremy assumed it would be someone like himself, also wearing women's clothes so he agreed without giving it too much thought.
After Rod left the room, Jean, who had been as silent as a ghost throughout the conversation, got up to close the door. She turned and looked at her charge. She had been doing makeup and wardrobe work for Rod for many years and she had discovered during the course of the morning that this young boy was perhaps the most perfectly natural tgirl that had ever come through Rod's hands. She had grown increasingly fascinated by this pretty young man's natural femininity and sweet natured demeanor, not to mention the incredible size of his penis attached to his tiny 120 lb. frame. He moved like a woman, he talked like a woman, he smiled and pouted and teased like a woman. He was just so perfect. And Jean was reacting in a way she hadn't expected. It threw her off guard and now that she was alone with this beautiful young boygirl she was finding it very hard to hide her deepest hunger. She felt like it was plainly visible in her eyes and her face and in the little tremble of her fingers.
She walked up behind the seated young thing and slowly began to fix his wig, decided she should change his look and took it off. She then proceeded to run her fingers over his scalp. He had never had his scalp massaged and quickly fell into a kind of stupor. His limbs felt languid and he relaxed the way he would after having shot a huge wad of cream out of his cock. He was hornier and more excited than he had ever been in his life. Although not normally excited by women, Jeremy's penis hadn't really softened after the stimulation of the first portion of the photo shoot. He glanced down at the huge tent created in the diaphanous folds of his pretty peach peignoir and smiled to himself at his brazenness. He suppressed a giggle and Jean looked at him in the mirror and inquired as to the reason for his merriment.
"Well, it's just that I've never been a girl before and this is all so new. And here I am barely dressed with my penis sticking up and a large wet spot spreading out from the tip and the most beautiful woman I've ever met is rubbing my head and it is all so overwhelming. I don't know what to think... I never knew I could feel this way."
"And what way is that my sweet young thing?"
"I don't know... I feel so sexual... so loose... so deliciously relaxed. I never thought I'd look or feel so sexy... either as a boy OR as a girl. And yet, I feel like it is all so natural. I feel like I never want this moment to end... Does it have to end, Jean?"
Jeremy was looking up at Jean into the mirror with a pleading in his eyes she had never seen on anyone before. Not that she was innocent about tgirls or their needs. She had been part of Rod's group for years and had seen more than her share of pretty little girlieboys and in fact, she had developed a very real, very persistent and very demanding sexual hunger for pretty young trannies like Jeremy. But this boy was different. He not only had her pussy leaking juice down her inner thighs and had her nipples poking out through the multiple layers of her bra and purple blouse as she watched him become a sexy tease for the camera but he had her heart racing from the powerful combination of his beauty, innocence and his obvious emotional confusion.
Had she known better, she'd almost think she was falling in love with this little beauty.
"Impossible!" she thought to herself. "I'll seduce him and play with him until he bores me just like I've done for years with every other sexy slut who's come through our doors."
Jean had unconsciously started to push the back of Jeremy's head up against the V of her thighs and the pressure was causing her to feel the urgency of a cum creep up on her. Jeremy watched her in the mirror as she closed her eyes and felt her fingers starting to push his head back against her pudenda. He was entranced. This was the closest he had ever come to watching a woman have sex and it fascinated him. He was also becoming highly aroused by the smell of her sex as it filled his nostrils.
Jean had started humping her cunt up against his perfumed head and she was getting so close... so close... Yes!!!! Oh, there it is... There's my sweet cum... Unh!!!!! Oh fuckkkkkk... The throbbing of her release almost overwhelmed her and she had to hold onto Jeremy's head by digging her fingers into his hair to keep from collapsing in her euphoria.
Jeremy had felt her pussy throb rhythmically as she orgasmed. He had never felt anything like it before. Yet it felt surprisingly close to his own rhythmic pumping when he shot his wad. It was so exciting that before he realized what had happened he felt his own cock explode and looked down in wonder at the huge wet puddle he had left clinging to the inside folds of his wrap.
After he had recovered a bit and while Jean was watching, Jeremy lifted the hem of his peignoir up and glanced down at the mess his cum had left all over his pretty feminine clothes. He watched in fascination as Jean reached down from behind him and let her long nailed fingers scoop up the bulk of his cum and then sweep it up quickly to her parted lips. He couldn't believe that this stunningly beautiful woman would want to taste his seed. His heart did a little flip in his chest as he realized just how much he had fallen in love with her over the course of the morning. This last act of hers confirmed for him that she must truly love him too.
He closed his eyes and smiled to himself and felt happier than he had ever felt before in his life.
Jean leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Oh babydoll, your love juice tastes better than I had imagined. I want more and I swear we're gonna have fun together if you'll let me get my fill. Will you sugar? But that'll have to wait. We need to get you ready for your next scene. OK? Don't fall asleep lovergirl. We need to work together."