Note: For those of you who have followed my work, I apologize for my long absence. I've been focusing on other genres lately and that has taken up much of my writing time. Now I am ready to return to my true love, transsexuals. I hope you will find it worth the wait. I also want to mention that this is my first foray into watersports. If you guys like it or don't like it, please let me know.
Synopsis: In this follow-up to the "Rebecca's Secret" series, Rebecca's boyfriend Jordan finds himself back at school for his junior year of college with his transsexual girlfriend living on the other side of the country. He tries to find another girl, in accordance with their open relationship agreement, but finds that "normal" girls just don't seem as satisfying anymore As the loneliness becomes unbearable, Jordan meets Tina, a pretty blonde hippie chick who has a big surprise of her own to share.
************** Introduction **************
My name is Jordan Conrad. Those of you who read my "Rebecca's Secret" series probably remember me. If you've never read them, I guess I should give you a quick summary, so you're not in the dark about what's been going on in the past few months of my life. Bear with me during the slow parts. I promise this is all going to be a lot more interesting as you keep reading.
Last summer, I came home after finishing the second semester of my sophomore year at the University of Connecticut. Once I was home, I fell into my old routines, hanging out with the usual crowd who were also home for the summer from their various schools. Through a friend, I "met" a girl named Rebecca, and there was an instant attraction between us. I say "met" because I did know her vaguely in high school, but we had never been close friends. Within days, she and I were a couple, and I fell in love with her before I even knew it.
Later that same summer, Rebecca and I went to Vermont with a group of friends to stay in a timeshare condo owned by my friend's parents. Since we were a couple, we got a bedroom all to ourselves, one with a king-sized bed and its own bathroom. You can imagine what was going through my head when I thought of the two of us together, alone at night with no one to disturb us.
I don't want to come off like a horn dog or anything, but young men have needs. I was also a virgin at the time, as was Rebecca, and I was eager to lose my virginity to a girl who meant so much to me.
I could never have predicted the surprise that was in store for me.
As I had hoped, things got hot and heavy between us, almost as soon as we were in bed. I knew this was the moment. But then something went wrong. Rebecca became upset and afraid that I wouldn't love her anymore if we had sex. That wasn't true, of course, but I still wanted to do it REALLY badly.
That's when she revealed the biggest shocker of my life: Rebecca had a penis. She had been born a boy and had chosen, before I ever knew her, to become a girl as she believed she was meant to be. For many years, she had been living as a girl, though hidden in her panties was a six inch penis and a pair of testicles.
At first, I didn't know how to react, until I came to the slow realization that I didn't care. I loved her and the fact that she didn't have a vagina did nothing to change that. In fact, as our love-making began, I discovered that a penis could actually be a lot more fun than I had ever imagined a vagina would be. I mean, with a vagina, you can lick it or you can put your penis into it. Her butt was a more than adequate substitute for that and, in addition, her penis could be licked, sucked, stroked, jerked, or put my own ass. Not to mention the fact that a penis gives you a little reward at the end. I mean, pussies are OK but it's nice to have something solid and warm to hold in your hand. But I digress. If you want to read about our first night, check out "Rebecca's Secret".
Sadly, that perfect, transcendant summer had to come to an end. Rebecca had to go back to California for school while I remained relatively close to home - meaning, the other side of the country. We talked about our relationship for a long time and decided the best solution was to put it on hold while we were apart. We could date other people as long as we remained true to one another in our hearts. That was obvious, though. It didn't really need to be said. I could never love anyone but her and I knew she felt the same way. So, after a night of sex that made our first time seem like a cuddling contest, we said goodbye.
When I got back to school, I had no interest in finding another girl. I was still too hung up on Rebecca. But, as the weeks went by, I began to think more seriously about finding someone. Rebecca didn't want me to be alone all year and, to be perfectly honest, I didn't want to be alone either. I began to date other girls, some only once or twice, some more seriously. No one really made me feel the way Rebecca did, though. There was no spark between us.
That wasn't the only problem. I had come to discover that, once you go tranny, you never go back. The sex was decent, when I could get it, but it simply didn't compare to the kind of experience I had with Rebecca. A pussy simply wasn't enough anymore. I needed a girl with balls, if you know what I mean.
On Halloween night, I found the girl I was looking for, right under my nose.
*************** Tina and me ***************
On a whim, I decided to take a Creative Writing course during the Fall semester. I had enjoyed writing "Rebecca's Secret" and I seemed to have some talent for the written word, plus I needed the English credit, so I figured it was a good idea. The course was actually fairly popular so I was lucky to get in. My first day of class, I walked into the door of a packed classroom and quickly scanned for the only free desk, which was in the back.
I moved towards it and sat down. To my right was a goth-looking dude dressed in black.
To my left was a sinewey blonde girl wearing a long, flower-print skirt and a Rainbow Brite t-shirt that wasn't faded enough to actually be from the 1980's, but which I assumed was reprinted as retro fashion. She also wore open-toed sandals on her feet, a hemp necklace, and several hemp bracelets. She was your typical modern hippie, not the kind of person I had too much in common with, but she had an open, friendly face and luminous blue eyes.
"Hi," I said, smiling to her.
"Hey," she replied, blushing, and then turning away. She was shy, I guess.
"I'm Jordan," I told her.
"I'm Tina."
"Are you an English major?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she said, "but this isn't a required course."
"I need the English credit," I explained, "but I like to write short stories so I figured it was a good fit."
"Cool," she said, finally meeting my eyes.
Things went on like that between Tina and me over the next few weeks. Every day, I would walk into the classroom to find Tina already sitting at her usual desk. I would smile at her, she would smile back, and we would exchange idle pleasantries until the professor arrived. Sometimes we would talk after class while she waited for the bus, but not every time.
The process was beginning to frustrate me. I really liked her. Despite the fact that she was so shy, I was able to learn a few things about her. She was 18, a freshman, and she was from New Hampshire where she lived with her parents, two brothers, and one sister. She also also very bright, funny when she worked up the courage to make a joke, and an excellent writer. Her specialty was poetry. Her stuff was amazing, much better than mine. She hated to read in front of the class but, when she did, everyone was blown away. Especially me.
Meanwhile, my talent for writing short fiction was growing, and the professor was impressed. Tina always gave me positive feedback on my writing and encouraged me whenever she could. There wasn't much positive feedback to give on my poetry, though. I stank. Tina, on the other hand, had the opposite problem. She was great with language and images, but had trouble with things like plot and characterization. On Friday, a week before Halloween, our professor assigned everyone in the class to bring one poem and one story to class the following Friday, then dismissed us.
"Hey Tina," I said, catching up to her as she walked towards the bus.
"Hey," she said. "What's up?"
"I was thinking and I wanted to ask you something."
"OK?"
"Do you want to come over to my place on Thursday and read each other's stuff? I've been struggling with my poems and I was hoping maybe you could give me some pointers. I could try to give you some pointers too."
"Uh, yeah, that sounds alright."
"Awesome. We'll work out the details later. I think that's your bus coming."
"Oh yeah. Umm, see ya."
"Bye."
The next Thursday, as we had planned, Tina came over at 7:00 PM with her new poem and her new story. My roommate was gone so we had the place to ourselves to read and talk about our work. It was an unseasonably warm night so Tina had showed up in a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a peach-colored tanktop which showed off her lithe body, pleasantly round butt, and c-cup breasts. I actually found it a little hard to concentrate since every time she leaned over, I got a nice view of her cleavage.
She read my poem and I read hers. Then she read my story and I read hers. The subject matter was shocking, but something I knew a lot about. It was about a girl whose dating a boy but feels unable to express her desire for him because she knows that they can't have sex without her revealing her darkest secret - she's a pre-op transsexual.
The gears in my mind started to turn and I began to look at Tina in a new way. Sure it was possible that the story was truly just a piece of fiction or perhaps even intended as symbolic metaphor. That's probably what she expected me to think. But was it possible that her story was based on a true experience? Was it possible that Tina had her own secret as well? I looked at her closely. She had a feminine face and body, but she was tall for a girl, nearly six feet. Not only that, the way she wrote about the transsexual lifestyle was so accurate, even down to the subtleties of emotion, which I had picked up on from Rebecca.
I knew there was only one way to proceed. I would tell her the truth about myself and see if she responded in kind. I wasn't ashamed of Rebecca, but it wasn't something I wanted to broadcast to the world, either. Tina, however, I felt I could trust.
"This is a very realistic story," I told her. "You really captured what it's like to be a transsexual."
"I did?" she asked hesistantly.
"Yeah," I told her. "If I tell you a secret, will you keep it?"
"Of course."
"You know my girlfriend Rebecca that I've mentioned to you a few times?"
"Yeah . . ."
"She's a transsexual. She was born male but now lives as a woman."
"Is she a post-op?"
"No. Pre-op. She's still got all her parts."
"Have you two . . . had sex?"
"Many times," I said, grinning a little despite myself. "I didn't know she was a transsexual when we started dating. She only told me later. I was a little weirded out at first, but it didn't last long. The way I figured - just because she had been born a man didn't mean she was any less of a woman now. At first, I thought the whole penis thing would be too much, but I actually liked . . . I'm probably getting too graphic."
"That's OK," she said with a laugh. "Thank you for trusting me. I won't tell anyone."
"You know," I said, "you can tell me anything you want too."
Tina looked into my eyes and opened her mouth to speak. Then she closed it again. I felt something pass between us but it was gone in the blink of an eye. Tina looked at the clock on my desk and told me that it was time for her to go. She had an 8 AM class. I thanked her for coming over and for her help with my poem. I opened the door for her and, as she walked past me, I put my hand on her elbow. She turned to face me and I suddenly realized how class we were. Well, there was only one thing to do now. I leaned in and closed my eyes. Our lips brushed together softly, then parted.
"Goodnight," I told her.
"Goodnight," she said in a whisper, and then she was gone.
************ Halloween ************
That kiss was on my mind all the next day. I looked forward to coming to class and talking to Tina about what had happened, maybe even ask her out to a Halloween party that night, or hear an answer to my prayers in the form of Tina confessing to me that she was a transsexual. I kept running over the events of last night, as well as the last few weeks, trying to find some clue which would tell me beyond any doubt that Tina had a cock in those cut off shorts. She was nearly everything I wanted, all rolled up into one package, but did she have a package? That was the question.
As it turned out, our teacher had some kind of family emergency to deal with, so our Creative Writing class was cancelled that day. I never even saw Tina. Dejected, I went home and took a nap for a few hours, until it was time to meet up with my friend Gabe. He and I were going on a little shopping excursion to find the last missing pieces for our Halloween costumes. He was going as a gym teacher and I had made my own Superman costume, a deliberately cheesy one constructed from blue sweatpants and a sweatshirt, a logo cut off of Gabe's old Superman t-shirt, red briefs, and a red sheet for a cape. It looked bad, but I knew people would love it.
Once we were all dressed, we met up with some more friends, and went from party to party. As always happens, the group tapered off, as one guy got sick and went home or another hooked up with a girl or another just seemed to be swallowed up by the crowd. Around 1:00 AM, we found ourselves at a house party in an off-campus condo not far from the dorms. I was drinking, not a ton but just enough to add some more fun to the atmosphere, and just having a good time in general. My Superman costume was a big hit, particularly with the girls.
At one point, as I was talking to a redhead dressed like Audrey Hepburn, a guy with zombie make-up, shredded clothes, and a knife sticking out of his back approached me. I didn't know him but we had talked a bit since I arrived at the party and even been partners for beer pong. He was a pretty cool guy so, when he told me, "There's this girl whose costume you should see outside", I went with him.
We walked outside where a second beer pong table had been set up and groups were playing or watching or just milling about. As my new undead friend led me towards the girl, I stepped on a beer can, and it sprayed all over my foot. So I was looking down when he finally brought me to the girl. I looked up and my eyes moved from her blue boots to a blue, pleated skirt, and from past a yellow belt to a skin-tight spandex top with an "S" logo over the c-cup breasts, to a pretty face framed by flowing, blonde hair.
"Superman," said the zombie, "meet Supergirl."
It was Tina. For the first time, I was seeing her dressed up with her hair done and even wearing a little bit of make-up. She had been beautiful before. Now she was breath-taking. Plus the Supergirl costume was super sexy. Judging by the way her eyes over me, I could tell that she was feeling more than just appreciation for my fine tailoring skills.
After explaining to our zombie friend that we knew each other already, Tina and I excused ourselves, and went for a little walk. I took her hand in mine, not knowing how she would react, but hoping she wouldn't pull her hand away. She didn't. We talked about the kiss we had shared the previous night and I told Tina that it had been more than just a kiss to me. I really liked her and wanted to know if she felt the same way.
"I guess so," she said quietly.
"Well, do you or don't you?" I asked, trying to coax a solid answer out of her.
"I do like you," she said.
"But do you like me the same way I like you?"
"Yes . . ."
"Then what's the problem? We should be together."
"Don't you have a girlfriend, though?"
"She and I agreed that we could date other people once the school year started. That won't be a problem. At least, not for me."
We walked together in silence a little further. I could sense that Tina wanted to tell me something, hopefully the something I was waiting to hear, so I finally stopped and took both her hands in mine. I squeezed them lightly and kissed her on the forehead, then the cheek, and finally her pale, pink lips. When she opened her eyes, she looked away, but I put my finger under her chin and made her look into my eyes.
"I have to tell you something," she said at last.
"What?" I asked, my heart pounding.
"I can trust you, right? Even if you hate me after I tell you this, you can't tell anyone."
"I won't hate you. But I promise I won't tell."
"OK," she said, then took a deep breath. "That story I wrote . . . it was based on me . . . I'm a . . . transsexual."
"Pre-op?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, nodding. She had begun to cry, so I opened my arms, and let them envelope her. I held her as she cried softly for just a few moments, then moved away so that I could kiss her again. This time, it wasn't just the kind of soft, nervous kisses we'd had so far. This was a full-on lip lock. At first, Tina remained rigid, but soon she began to relax and she leaned her body into mine, pressing her tits against me. Our lips opened and our tongues met. When it was over, I looked into her brilliant, blue eyes and ran my fingers through her silky, blonde hair.
"The girl in your story was in love with a boy she thought she couldn't have sex with," I said. "Was that boy based on anyone real?"
"Yes," she said.
"Anyone I know?" I asked.
"You." We both smiled.
"We can give that story a happy ending," I said. "My roommate is gone for the night. I have the room to myself."
"I'm nervous."
"So am I. But excited too."
"Promise you won't be grossed out by me?"
"I wasn't grossed out by Rebecca. Why do you think I would be grossed out by you?"
"She was your girlfriend. You loved her."
"Well, you're my girlfriend now. Come on. Let's go back to my place."
Tina and I managed to get a ride from a frat boy I knew. His fraternity had a sober driver organization that could be called upon to ferry around drunk members. As it so happened, the frat boy I knew had plenty of room in the car, so he said it would be fine for Tina and me to ride along. We sat together in the back seat, holding hands, both quietly dreaming of what would await us when we got to my dorm.
A few minutes later, we were there. I thanked the driver (and the friend who had hooked me up) and together Tina and I walked into my building. I had to sign her in since it was a school regulation but soon we were on the elevator, heading up. When we reached my floor, we walked down the hall, and Tina waited as I opened the door. I flicked on the light and moved excitedly into the room.
Tina was admiring a poster on my roommate's wall when I suddenly grabbed her from behind and pulled her down on to my lap. She was surprised at first but then, when she felt my arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against my body, she soon relaxed. She allowed me to nuzzle my face into her hair and then begin to kiss her long, slender neck.
"You're so beautiful," I told her.
"Shh," she said. "I am not."
"You're a goddess."
"I'm not that either."
"You're the perfect woman."
"Do you really mean it, Jordan?"
I removed my face from her neck and looked into her dazzling blue irises.
"I mean it, Tina," I told her. "There's no other girl within thousands of miles I'd rather be with."
"Do you love me?" she asked. I breathed deeply.
"I do love you," I said, "but I can't be in love with you because of . . ."
Before I could say another world, Tina's lips were on mine. Feeling her kiss, my cock began to stir inside my sweat pants, and it pressed achingly against her shapely ass. Sensing it there, Tina began to grind her hips, ever so slightly. Without breaking the kiss, Tina managed to pivot her body, so that she was still sitting on my lap, but now she was facing me, with her long legs wrapped around my waist.
"I had to ask," she said, "because I had to know if you were honest enough to admit that you weren't in love with me."
"Does this mean we can't sleep together?" I asked pitifully.
"Of course not," she said, smiling shyly. "But I wouldn't sleep with a guy who would lie to me. I just had to test you. Congratulations. You passed."
I didn't waste a second. Knowing now that Tina was going to go all the way with me, I kissed her again. As our tongues gently searched one another's mouths, I reached down, and pulled my sweat shirt out of my belt, and pulled it up over my chest. We broke the kiss and the shirt came off. I tossed it aside, then Tina placed her hands on my shoulders. She slid them down over my chest and then around to my back, feeling the muscles of my body.
I knew Tina well enough to know that she wasn't the take charge type of girl. I would have to be the one to initiate the things we did. So I decided to take the initiative and pulled Tina's own spandex top off. She was topless now except for a white bra she had worn underneath. I leaned her back and began to kiss her breasts through the soft material. Tina closed her eyes and sighed. I ran my hands up her back until I found the clasp of the bra and deftly unhooked it.
When I stopped, Tina opened her eyes, and looked at me with hints of nervousness and expectancy. I pulled the straps of the bra off her shoulders and it fell around her waist. Tina's arms were folded across her chest and she blushed when I smiled at her. Delicately, I placed my hands over hers, and pulled them away. Her breasts bounced into place before my eager eyes. They were utterly flawless. Two fairly-large pink nipples stood at perfect attention within the center of the creamy, white flesh. I reached out and placed my hand upon them. Slowly, I began to knead Tina's breasts, and she closed her eyes again.
It didn't last for very long, however. Tina opened her eyes again and rose to her feet. She stood in front of me, letting me drink in the sight of her marvelous figure. She was statuesque with a slender body and long, graceful limbs. She extended her hands to me and I accepted them, letting her help me to my feet. Once I was standing, Tina knelt down, and lifted up my right foot to remove my red boot. She did the same for the other boot and my socks. Next she pulled down my sweat pants, the belt, and the briefs I had been wearing as part of my costume. I now stood only in my boxer shorts, which already had a tent in them. Tina remained kneeling.
"Do you have any condoms?" she asked.
"Sure," I said, a little disappointed. I mean, come on. I knew we were both clean and it's not like she was going to get pregnant.
"Where are they?" she asked.
"In my desk," I said. I'll get them."
I walked over to my desk and opened the top drawer. I reached inside and removed two condoms - one blue, one pink. I returned to the spot I had been standing in a moment earlier and handed the pink condom to Tina while keeping the blue one for myself. It was really a rather odd experience. Rebecca and I had never used them before so this was my first time giving a condom to a girl for her to use.
"One for you, one for me," I said. She looked hesitant as she fiddled with the condom. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Um, this isn't big enough," she said.
"I've already tried these," I said. "They fit fine."
"Not big enough for me," Tina clarified.
Realization dawned on me ever so slowly. The condoms that were a little snug on my larger-than-average penis were too small for her penis. I had assumed Tina's dick would be like Rebecca's - small, dainty, and feminine. But don't get me wrong about my reaction to this news. I was more than thrilled. I could barely contain my excitement as I asked:
"Can I see it?"
At last, Tina rose to her feet. Meanwhile, I sat back down on the bed so that I was eye-level with her waist. She cautiously pulled down the pleated skirt that served as part of her Supergirl costume. When she stood back up, I could see the unmistakable bulges in the blue panties she wore. I don't think I was prepared for just how big those bulges would be, though. I don't want to sound vulgar, but if I hadn't known better, I would have thought this girl was hiding a banana and two plums in her panties.
At first, Tina didn't do anything. She just stood there, trembling slightly. To calm her, I offered to show her mine first. But Tina shook her head.
"No," she said. "If that's what you want me to do, I'll do it."
Tina hooked her thumbs around the elastic waistband of her panties and began to pull them down. The first thing I noticed was the sizable patch of golden blonde pubic hair. It was natural, not shaved. It was keeping with Tina's personality that she let it grow wild. She loved all things natural and free. She continued pulling her panties down and I saw the base of her cock where it met her body just below that yellow forest of hair. She kept pulling and more and more inches of girl meat were revealed. At last, her pink head sprang out. She kept pulling her panties down to her knees and then stood up straight for me to inspect her.
It was glorious. Her cock had to be at least 8 inches long and it wasn't even erect. It dangled down, not too thick, but proportionate for its length. She had been circumsized and her organ was capped with a smooth, pink head. Her sack was a sight to behold as well. It hung very low between her legs, the weight of her huge balls being pulled down by gravity.
And there was hair everywhere. Rebecca had shaved her balls and kept her pubic hair trimmed. Not Tina. It sprouted out from either side of the base of her cock and her scrotum was covered with the little, curly hairs. It was beautiful in all ways.
But don't get the impression that this enormous package and the hair did anything to detract from Tina's beauty. In fact, the opposite was true. Her cock and her nuts provided the perfect contrast to the rest of her - making her seem even more alluring and feminine. Tina's cock wasn't masculine, by any means, however. Unless you've been with a transsexual, you probably can't appreciate it fully, but there is a world of difference between a boy's cock and a girl's. All eight inches of Tina were pure woman.
"Do you like it?" she asked innocently.
"Tina, it's incredible," I said, and added, "but in a good way. A very, very good way."
"Thank you," she said, blushing. "You don't think they're too big?"
"I just hope you don't think mine is too small!" We both laughed. "But now let me see that butt of yours first."
Tina turned around and lifted up her skirt to get a peek at her ass. It was wider than Rebecca's, and not quite as rounded, but still very lovely. The skin was a milky white with a touch of ruddiness. I placed one hand on either cheek and caressed them lovingly, feeling the silky smoothness, and then I began to knead the flesh gently. As I massaged her butt, my motions caused the twin cheeks of her ass to move apart, revealing the small, pink hole in between.
I put my thumbs together and used them to pry Tina's butt cheeks as far open as I could without discomforting her, then leaned forward until my face was a few inches from her waiting hole. I savored the delicious and familiar scent for only a moment before I stuck out my tongue and licked the rubbery orafice. Tina's knees buckled slightly and she leaned forward, providing me even freer access to her most private area.
First, to ease her into the whole process, I began to lightly tease Tina's butthole with the tip of my wet tongue. I moved it in circles around the rim, coating it with saliva until it glistened. I ran my tongue up from her hole to the small of her back, then down again so near to her dangling ballsack that I could feel the hairs tickle my tongue. I lapped at her anus for a few moments and Tina began to moan.
She began to move her hips in the same rhthym as my licking, arching her back and sticking out her ass as my tongue moved up, then straightening slightly as I moved down. I removed my hands from her butt cheeks, preferring to do all the work with my mouth so that I could feel the flesh of her ass against my face. I ran my hands up and down the fronts of her slender thighs as I happily devoured her butt. She continued moaning delightedly and I could feel her legs becoming unsteady.
"Why don't you come on the bed?" I suggested. "Just lie down flat on your stomach."
Tina did as I instructed without a word. She turned around and her cock swung around, nearly hitting me in the face (not that I would have complained.) She lay down on the bed, face-down, and spread her legs as wide as she could on the narrow mattress. I knelt between her feet and lowered my face to her lovely rump. I dove in without bothering to use my hands. I found the hole at once and began burrowing as deep as I could with my tongue.
As I licked and sucked her asshole, she began to raise her body to a crawling position. I'm not even sure she was conscious of doing it. Regardless, she was soon on her knees, with her face against the pillow. Her beautiful, egg-like balls dangled right before me, teasing and tantalizing me. I reached out and cupped them in my hand, fondling them gently as I continued probing her nether regions.
I had been playing with Tina's nuts for maybe twenty seconds when she seemed to realize what I was doing and closed her thighs together. I withdrew my hand just in time to escape being trapped. Tina arched her back and turned to look at me. "Don't do that," she said.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Touch me there," she said.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want you to touch me there. I want you to think of me as a girl and you can't think of me as a girl if you're touching my . . . you know."
"You are a girl, Tina. I don't think of you as anything but that."
"Just don't do it. I can't feel feminine if you do it. And don't touch my . . ." she was embarassed to say the word ". . . my penis, either."
I promised her I wouldn't touch it if she didn't want me to, although I felt pretty disappointed by her behavior. I was looking forward to sucking on those heavenly balls and that divine cock, maybe even feeling the latter inside me. But I wasn't even allowed to touch it. Rebecca had never been this way with me. She never thought that touching her dick or her sack made her less of a woman. That didn't matter, though. Tina wasn't Rebecca and I had to do what she wanted.
Although Tina didn't want me to interact with her cock, I certainly had no objections to her interacting with mine. She told me she had never given anyone a blowjob before but had always wanted to try.
"I'm turned on by the idea of giving another person pleasure," she explained. "That gives me pleasure."
That was fine by me. Tina and I switched places so that now I was the one lying on the mattress. I was on my back and Tina was on top of me, facing the other direction, in the classic 69 position. Tina carefully extracted my cock from my boxer shorts through the hole in the front, then began to stroke it slowly. It was rock hard and it twitched in her tender grip.
Normally, when I'm getting a handjob, I close my eyes to maximize the sensation, but I didn't want to close my eyes with this view. Tina's ass and hanging scrotum were suspended over my chest. I marvelled at the size of her balls and the sleekness of the cock which hung down on the opposite side. I knew I couldn't keep staring at them without touching them, so I distracted myself by lifting up my head and continuing the analingus we had begun before.
At last, I felt Tina's long, blonde hair brushing against my thighs as she lowered her mouth to the swollen, pulsing head of my cock that was now so engorged with blood that it hurt. I felt her lips close around the tip and her tongue circled the edge a few times before poking gingerly at the pee hole, tasting the precum that had been steadily leaking out of me.
She lowered her face even farther, taking the top half of my dick into her mouth. It felt steamy hot inside and I released a moan that was muffled by the ass flesh in which my face was currently buried. Tina closed her cheeks tightly around my cock and ran her tongue all around the shaft, savoring the taste, and making me slightly envious that I could not do the same to her. She moved down again, taking more of my inches, and soon she was bobbing up and down.
It may have been Tina's first blowjob, but she did very well. I think that anyone who owns a penis knows how to manipulate one. Even if Tina wanted to deny that part of her body, she subconsciously knew the best places and the best ways to touch it to draw the most pleasure. She reached down and began to fondle my balls with one hand, the same manuever she had forbidden me to do to her.
That pushed me closer to the edge than I wanted to go right now. Still, it was hard to break away from this incredible sensation. I put my head back down on the pillow and rested my elbows on her calfs. My hands kneaded the flesh of her ass while she pleasured me orally. I let her suck on my throbbing cock for a few minutes longer until I knew I was on the verge of an orgasm.
"Tina, stop," I whispered. She lifted her head from my cock.
"Am I doing it wrong?" she asked.
"It's perfect," I told her. "I'm just about to cum and I don't want to do it yet. Now come over here."
Tina swung her leg around, then turned her body so that our heads were in the same direction again. I pulled her on top of me so that her breasts mashed against my chest. I buried my hands in her soft hair and began to kiss her. As we kissed, our tongues dancing and frolicking within our mouths, I reached down and tugged my underwear down as much as I could. Tina's penis and testicles mashed against my pelvic region and I revelled in the sensation.
My hands found her glorious ass again and I began to toy with her asshole using my index finger. Soon, I was gently pushing it inside her. Once I felt the muscles relax, and my finger slipped inside, I began to work it around within her rectum to loosen her up as much as possible to allow for easier penetration. At first, Tina seemed uncomfortable with my finger inside her butt, but soon she began to enjoy the sensation, as evidenced by the way she seemed to deliberately relax her body to provide more access. I worked my middle finger in as well and Tina sighed hot breath into my mouth.
Once both fingers felt comfortable inside her, I broke our kiss and looked into her blue eyes as they opened dreamily.
"I want to make love to you," I told her.
"Aren't we doing that?" she asked.
"I want to feel myself inside you," I said.
"How . . ." she began. "I mean, what do I do? How do we do it?"
"Depends on what position you want to be in. Do you want to be on your hands and knees? Or on your back? Or like a spooning position, on our sides with my front against your back?"
"I want to be on my back, I think."
"Great. Good choice."
She rolled off me as I excitedly swung my legs over the bed, kicked off my shorts, and stood naked before her. She smiled at me and reached up to fondle my package for a moment before moving to the center of the mattress. I instructed her to scoot up as much as she could and tuck the pillow under her head. I knelt before her, then held her ankles, and lifted then to my shoulders. Her long dick, which was as hard as mine at this point, fell back against her tummy. I admired the beautiful girl I was about to fuck, her stunning aquamarine eyes, her exquisitely sloped breasts, her flat stomach, and her magnificent girlhood.
The tip of my cock found her anus without a problem. I held it in one hand to keep it steady and carefully moved my hips forward. The tip touched the sensitive area and Tina sucked in air with a hiss, but she smiled at me, encouraging me to continue. I pressed the tip through the stretchy ring until the head was inside her. I pushed harder through the sphincter, knowing it would hurt at first, but feel delicious (for both of us) once it was past this final wall. Tina closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. Finally, I broke through, and the rest of my cock slid easily inside her. It was a snug fit: not too loose, not too tight.
"It's all the way in," I said. "How does it feel?"
"I can't describe it," she whispered. "Amazing. Wonderful."
"It feels that way for me, too."
I kissed her ankle and began to withdraw my cock from inside her bowels. I took it about halfway, then eased it back inside. Back out halfway, back in again. I did this very slowly so that Tina would have time to become accustomed to the sensation. She would suck in breath as I entered and exhale as I withdrew. I told her to try to breathe normally and, as soon as she began to do so, there was a change in her posture. She seemed much more open, somehow. I took this as a good sign that it was time for the real action to begin.
I began to pump her butt quicker and quicker, being careful not to do it so fast that I blew my load before we'd had time to savor this as much as possible. Tina closed her eyes and I took the opportunity to admire her cock as it bounced ever-so-slightly up and down against her stomach. The loose skin of her scrotum was pulled tight by gravity, showing the outlines of her testes underneath, and I practically drooled. I wanted to pop them in my mouth and suck on them like a nursing baby.
Soon, the room was full of the sound of my own sack slapping against her butt as my pace increased. At first, her hands were above her head until her moaning became so loud that she used her hands to cover her mouth and muffle the sound. But she seemed to forget about noise control and, within minutes, her hands were massasing her breast. She continued to moan loudly enough that the person on the other side of the wall might be able to hear, but neither of us was concerned with that. We were in college, after all.
I felt an orgasm approaching and I slowed down to the light pace of earlier.
Tina's moans turned to sighs. She spoke unintelligible words as if she were talking in her sleep. Her hands wandered all over her chest and up her legs, as if enjoying touching her womanly body as I made love to her like a woman. Without warning, I increased my pace again, and Tina was suddenly groaning with near-orgasmic pleasure.
This was how we made love. I would ride her hard until I felt too close to cumming, then slow down to an easy trot (I'm sorry for the horse metaphors but this girl was hung like one, after all.) Once I felt the danger had passed, I would quicken again. Thirty minutes slipped by like thirty seconds. I could have done this for hours but the ache in my balls was becoming unbearable. I needed to release this load.
"I'm getting close," I said, pounding her faster than ever.
"Please, Jordan . . ." she murmured.
"What is it, Tina?" I asked.
"I need to cum," she said. "I need to cum but I can't without . . . touching it."
"Let me do it," I said. "Let me make you cum."
"No," she protested, but weakly.
"Please," I begged. "We need to cum. Let's cum together."
"OK," she whispered. "Just hurry."
I could feel my balls churning. I grabbed Tina's massive dong with one hand and began to jerk it. She cried out as a long, sticky burst of white cum shot from her cock and splattered across her chest. Another one followed. I kept jerking her until my hand was covered with her semen, then I quickly withdrew my own cock from deep within her. Using her cum on my hand as a lubricant, I jerked myself off, until I shot my own load right at Tina's gorgeous package.
While Tina lay there, panting heavily, I leaned down and began to lick the jizz from her body. I slurped up the first load and a few scattered ones that landed on her tits. I drank thirstily from the white pool of her navel and even licked up the last remnants that had dripped into her pubic hair. Once I had finished it all, I collapsed down beside her. Tina snuggled against me and I put my arm around her shoulders.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked.
"I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't cum," she said with a small laugh.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Tina. You're special. You should embrace that specialness. You can experience a kind of satisfaction that no woman with a vagina can."
"I guess so."
We lay there silently for a few minutes.
"We should probably clean up," I suggested. "The floor above yours is a men's floor, right? I'll go use that shower."
"Why not use the one on this floor?" she asked.
"Isn't it just for girls?"
"Sure, but no one is going to be taking a shower now. Come on. I'll sneak you in."
Tina smiled mischeviously, then climbed off the bed. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body, just under her arms, then pulled down the Supergirl skirt that she was still wearing and kicked it aside. I pulled on my boxer shorts. She grabbed her shower basket and, together, we crept out into the hall and towards the door leading into the bathroom. Tina told me to wait. She went inside and emerged a moment later. "All clear," she said. She had that mischevious grin again. I knew that this was the real Tina, I was seeing, with that sexually repressed shyness removed.
She took my hand and led me into the bathroom. We went to one of the shower stalls and pulled the plastic shower curtain behind us. There was a small cubicle for changing. Tina stripped off her towel and hung it on a hook, allowing me a moment to admire her body before she began to tug at my boxer shorts. I quickly stepped out of them and hung them up as well. Tina began to run the water and we stepped into the shower.
Our arms found one another's bodies and we began to kiss more passionately than we had before. Our cocks became hard again and bumped together as we made out beneath the stream of hot water. Once we were satisfied, we began to scrub our bodies with soap. As Tina reached down to clean off my spunk from her balls, I grabbed her wrists. "Let me do it," I said. To my delight, Tina nodded, and handed me the soap.
I washed her cock and her balls thoroughly, covering them with a rich, thick lather. Tina leaned back against the wall of the shower stall and smiled contentedly. Whatever hang-ups she had about me touching her cock were gone, it seemed.
"Can I suck it?" I asked, once the soap was all washed away.
"No," she said, a little sadly. "I don't think I'm ready for that just yet."
"It's OK," I said.
"But there's something that I've always wanted to try," she said, perking up. "If you think it's gross, that's alright. Just don't think I'm a freak."
"What is it?" I asked curiously.
"I've always wanted to have a guy . . . you know . . . pee . . . pee on me."
"Really?" I asked, genuinely surprised. She looked upset. "No, no, no, it's cool with me. I'm just surprised that you'd be into that. But we can do it if you want. You just have to promise me one thing."
"What?"
"You'll do it to me, too."
Tina smiled and nodded. She knelt down and began to stroke her cock. I stood, with my back to the water so that my body was blocking the water from hitting her. I held my cock in my hand and waited for a moment as I got the waterworks flowing. Another few seconds later, a jet of golden liquid squirted from the end of my penis, splashing over Tina's chest. She sighed and began to stroke herself even faster. With her free hand, she rubbed my piss all over her tits and neck.
She lowered her face towards the stream and it splashed on her closed lips, on her nose, and on her forehead. She even lowered her head enough so that some got in her hair. She raised her head again so that her lips were once again in the line of fire. Then, tentatively, she opened her mouth and let a little in. She spit it out, but then opened her mouth wider. I stood there, looking down as Tina jerked herself off furiously, and my piss filled her mouth to overflowing before she spit it out only to refill once again. Just as I felt the end coming, Tina whimpered, and another load of cum shot from her penis. It was a much smaller load this time, but still very lovely.
Tina stood up and sucked the cum off her fingers where it mixed with the piss in her mouth. I expected her to wash it off or to rinse out her mouth, but she simply smiled a beaming smile at me.
"That was so cool," she said.
"I'm glad you liked it," I told her.
"OK, your turn," she said.
"Calm down, you dirty, little girl," I said jokingly. "Let me get into position first."
"I gotta pee badly," she said.
Tina and I switched places, so that she was standing with her back to the water, and I was kneeling before her. She held her flaccid cock in one hand, aiming it towards my body. I was a little nervous. Rebecca had never been into anything like this, neither had any girl I'd hooked up with before. Tina was an enigma, though. I used to think she was just this shy, nervous little creature. Now I saw that there was a lot lurking beneath the veneer. I couldn't judge her, however, unless I wanted to be a hypocrite. I doubt anyone who looked at me saw a guy who was obsessed with sucking girls' dicks.
A hot splash against my chest broke me out of my contemplation and I looked up to see the yellow water flowing from deep inside Tina's bladder. I wasn't sure what to do so I just allowed Tina to piss all over my body before I finally summoned the courage to put my face into the stream. It smelled very pungent so close my nose and I could taste a tang on my lips. I wanted to open my mouth, as she had done, to receive her piss as she had received mine, but a mental block kept me from doing it. I had always associated this smell with something bad. I never thought of it as something that could be erotic, also. Then again, a few months ago, I wouldn't have thought a girl with a penis was erotic either.
I opened my mouth. Tina's pee hit my tongue and quickly filled my mouth. The taste was sharper than anything I had ever tasted before and my first instinct was to close my mouth, but I kept it open. If Tina could do it, so could I. As the urine continued to fill and refill my mouth, I actually began to enjoy it. I was careful not to swallow any, because that might make me sick, but I tempted. After what seemed like a long time, the pissing stopped. I extended my tongue to catch the last few drops, then rose to my feet. Tina rubbed her hands over my chest, then we kissed without bothering to rinse our mouths.
"You didn't cum again," Tina said once the kiss was broken.
"I was hoping you could help me out with that," I told her. Tina flashed that mischevious smile, knelt down to the floor of the shower stall in front of me, and opened her mouth.