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Jenn's Hunger 8: A Prequel To Hard Time Sex 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 okay 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 Chapter One - Freshman Blues Jeremy Stewart stood looking out his dorm window wondering if he was going to make it. He felt incredibly lonely and completely forgotten. He was miserable and wanted desperately to cry. But he knew that his roommate might walk in at any moment and the only thing worse than feeling this miserable would be to show anyone his weakness or let anyone know how he felt. He had imagined college would be a lot different than he had found it: more exciting with a campus full of talented, sensitive people like him. Instead, he had found it to be rather uncaringly cold and anonymous and he was terribly unhappy. Not only was he feeling lost on campus but he also knew there was no going home. Regardless of how horrible it was at school, there was no future at all for someone like him back in the dusty farming community he came from. He had spent a lifetime dreaming about getting away from the confines of his quiet little backwater and the last thing he wanted was to go back with his tail between his legs. He was alone. Yet he knew he was an extremely imaginative and creative artist with a promising future as a designer and he knew he would just have to stay in design school and hone his talent. He figured that there were plenty of reasons why he was ignored and overlooked. He was diminutive and quiet and certainly not the kind of boy that attracted lots of female attention. At 5' 4" he was slim and blessed with a smooth, luminous complexion. Not only didn't he ever need to shave his face but he had no body hair either, just a small tuft above his penis and it was extremely light and short. His face was remarkable for its softness. One would almost call him pretty rather than handsome. Although he was loathe to acknowledge it, he knew he was actually very attractive to a small portion of the school. He had drawn a lot of speculation within the gay community, who saw him as a darling little addition to the landscape. But although Jeremy knew he attracted attention from some of the more aggressive gay boys he was generally oblivious to the looks and the comments his presence elicited throughout the community since no one ever seemed to approach him to get acquainted and he was far too shy to introduce himself to anyone he thought looked interesting. As a result, he had spent the first month of school alone and totally isolated without anyone to talk to or do things with. His only solace was his almost compulsive masturbation in spite of his embarrassment at needing to do it so frequently. Every day when he awakened he vowed to stop yet, within hours, and usually after one of his women's fashion classes, his overwhelming sexual hunger forced all other thoughts out of his mind and, like a junkie looking for a place to shoot up, he would have to find some hidden corner of campus to pull his cock out of his pants and quickly make himself spurt out his desperate loneliness and need in the form of long, thick ropes of white sticky cum. He would start by slipping his delicate hands into his open fly and snake out his long, hard prick. He thrilled at the thought that he would dare to expose himself in a public place and the ever-present risk of being spotted by other people only served to elevate the eroticism of what he did. As he made a circle with his index finger and thumb, he loved the feeling of complete abandon he felt as he let his fingers slip down over the glans. He shivered at the feel of the inevitable lubrication of his pre-cum being smeared over the head of his penis. It felt so good, this initial encircling of his desire-crazed cock. Jeremy was convinced that being circumcised made him more sensitive and he swore he could feel every single cell of his larger than average sized penis more acutely than uncut boys. That must be the reason he needed to cum so frequently!!! Smearing the pre-cum over the top of his prick and down over the glans allowed his hand to travel that much more rapidly and smoothly over the super-sensitive skin. He would often take out a pair of women's smooth satin panties that he carried with him to slip over the top of his cock so he could feel the cool sensuous smoothness of his favorite fabric. As he stroked himself into a harder, hungrier state of sexual need, he would think of the lovely, revealing lingerie or the feminine sexiness of the clothes he'd seen and handled earlier in the day in his previous classes and catch his breath as he imagined that he was humping his cock up and into its soft smoothness. Imagining himself buried in the softness of its folds he would feel a heightened sense of urgency in his almost desperate need to cum. The prospect of releasing his pent up, white-hot, creamy desire would send his fingers into a paroxysm of frenzied activity and within minutes he would sense the building explosion coming. When he finally allowed himself to shoot out his come and feel it pulse up and through his hard hot column of flesh he would look down so he could thrill to the sight of his slippery, sticky jizm spew out of the tip of his angry looking red cockhead and fly out onto the ground or into the confines of the panties. He also loved the feeling of tightness that overwhelmed him as his hairless ball sac would shrivel to a hard little ball and his penis head would grow in circumference just moments before he blew his load. When the cum began to boil in his ballsack and then begin its climb up his cock, he would reach down with his free hand and lightly tickle his balls in order to milk out every last drop of his sweet nectar. After his last convulsive shudder of release, he would feel faint with the shame of what he had done and the overwhelming need that pushed him to do it and all he would want to do was to lie down and sleep. But, just as always, instead he forced himself to look around in fear that he had been spotted and, with the glazed look of a sexually satiated boy, he slowly made his way back into the hallway or onto the path that he had left in his desperate, almost frantic, search for another cum. His dark brown eyes gave him the look of a startled doe. His wide sensuous mouth, small aquiline nose and high cheekbones gave his face a decidedly feminine allure, while his long shapely legs and delicate ankles combined with his long thin fingers made him appear thin and feline and graceful, much the same way fashion models looked. In fact it was noted by more than a few that his mannerisms had a grace to them that few boys possessed. Jeremy had barely turned 18 when he went off to art school. He was in his second month at the New York College of Fashion and Art and his mood that afternoon matched the weather outside: gray and morose. He knew no one other than his roommate who ignored him completely and the loneliness pressed in remorselessly. Every night he had slipped into his satin pajamas, washed and moisturized his face, slipped into the softness of his eyelet edged sheets and jacked off to the thought of various girls and ladies wearing the dresses and/or lingerie he had designed. After choking back his cry of bliss at shooting his spunk out into the soft, silky crotch of his pajamas and then enjoying the feeling of his sperm growing cold and sticky on his cock, balls, stomach and thigh, his thoughts would once more turn to his desperate loneliness and he would find himself crying himself to sleep, But quietly of course for it would have been a disaster if his roommate Tony had heard him. Tony was a macho Latino type who got up at six every morning for a five-mile run and three nights weekly worked out in the gym. Jeremy's 120-pound frame looked puny beside Tony's magnificent physique and he felt intimidated just being in the same room. Most nights, Jeremy was asleep before Tony even got home. They rarely saw each other, let alone talked or did things together. Jeremy was a talented artist with a keen and vivid imagination but, as yet, he had not had the kind of classes where he could display his innate ability. In fact, he felt as if he had made a disastrous start at school and now all he wanted to do was quit and go home. Yet he knew that path led to a dead end. All during his adolescence he had thought that he wanted to go into the fashion trade, designing women's clothes. He had always had a love affair with the soft fabrics of women's clothes and he knew how to get the most out of them when draped on the human body. He wanted to pursue that interest in school. He had first displayed his interest and abilities at the tender age of 6 when, one day while he was busy drawing, he had been vaguely aware that his mother was sewing an evening gown for a local Kiwanis holiday ball. While she was trying it on, but before it had been finished, he had looked up from his drawing paper and suggested that she alter the way it came off her shoulders. It was a simple suggestion but it transformed the gown from being rather common to being truly stunning. From that moment on his mother would always turn to him for advice on any designs she was thinking of sewing and she made sure she took him shopping with her whenever she went into town to look for something new to wear. Within a few years all of her friends and their daughters were coming over to seek out his advice on their clothes as well. Jeremy had a great eye and a great sense of style. Instinctively, he knew what looked good and what didn't and more importantly, he knew what alterations to make to turn a nice outfit into a spectacular one. He had a love affair with the female form going and he could make any woman become as sexy as she wanted to be with just a few simple suggested modifications or additions to an outfit. He loved feeling important and needed. He had also grown to love the feel of the fabrics as they slid through his hands and invariably he would have to surreptitiously reach down to adjust his hardening penis as he worked with his mother or her friends. By the time he was 9 he had learned how to wrap his penis in a piece of satin or in the silky back of a pair of panties or slipped into one of his mother's stockings so that his hand would slide effortlessly over his glans as he masturbated his way to another orgasm. Things became a little more difficult after he had reached puberty and he started to leave puddles of cream in the articles of clothing or the fabric. He quickly solved this little problem by stealing what he needed off the clothes lines he passed on his way through back yards while going to and from school. Very quickly he learned how to design and sew lingerie and had mastered the engineering complexities of the bra. While making lingerie for his mother and her friends, it was the easiest thing in the world to make a few little skimpy panties for himself. Although he used them primarily to drape over his cock to masturbate into it wasn't long before he discovered the thrill of wearing them beneath the rough pants boys had to wear. Throughout his teen years he wore women's panties whenever he felt he could get away with it and even this little quirk had a silver lining: he knew first hand what worked and what didn't work in the way of design, construction and materials used for maximum comfort and beauty in women's lingerie . By the time he graduated from high school he knew nothing could stop him from becoming a successful fashion designer. Tony, on the other hand, was going into computer graphics and made it clear that he thought Jeremy was a fag. He told Jeremy that he was embarrassed to bring his friends to the room because Jeremy always left his designs and half-sewn dresses and blouses and skirts in plain view. Tony loved tormenting the poor boy by asking when he would be modeling his latest creations and by repeatedly announcing with mock fear that he was looking for a room change as he was afraid Jeremy might try to sneak into his bed to ravish him while he was sound asleep. This made Jeremy feel totally mocked and miserable but he was helpless to know how to respond and simply tried to avoid being in his room until it was time to go to bed. Every day he sat in the student lounge or the library studying and sketching and he would only get his sewing out when he thought Tony wouldn't be around. Chapter Two ? Something New One day in early October, as he sat reading a stack of back copies of Vogue, he became vaguely aware of a middle-aged man standing beside him. "Excuse me. Sorry to disturb you, but my name is Rod Walker," the man spoke in a friendly tone of voice. "Hi." "Are you Jeremy Stewart?" "Yes I am. Is there something I can do for you?" Jeremy replied looking up. "I think I know you. Didn't I see your photos in Modern Teen?" the man asked. "Oh. That was a long time ago. I thought I had changed enough so that no one would recognize me." Jeremy had been chosen by the editors of the teen fashion magazine when he was just 16 to model some clothing as a promotion to try to interest kids from rural areas to take out subscriptions. The man smiled and said, "You have. You're better looking and I'd like you to model for my magazine." "Oh yes? What is it?" Jeremy was excited. He had enjoyed the Modern Teen gig. There was a time when he had become a real exhibitionist and had loved posing and vamping for the photographer, a domineering, masterful man. Jeremy had easily fallen under his control and his body had moved fluidly as the man snapped out his commands. Jeremy had also liked wearing the new clothes, a line of summer mix-and-matches for teenage boys. It was that experience, combined with his lifelong love affair with women's design and his innate love of material and style, that sparked his interest in runway fashion shows and modeling. He had become interested in women's fashions because of the range and variety of styles and colors they offered and had fallen in love with runway modeling because of the way the clothing moved and looked on the model's rather androgynous bodies. "Well, it's a monthly which appeals to people with a specialized interest in clothes. I'd like to feature you in the primary photo spread for that month," the man replied. "Oh, that sounds interesting... but what is the magazine." "It's similar to "Playboy". We do stories, cartoons and photo features." Jeremy was intrigued. His exhibitionist streak was flaring up. "Does that mean I would have to pose nude?" "No, not quite. You would wear clothes all the time but some of them would be revealing. You see, I think you have a special kind of sex appeal that our readers would respond to in a strong way. We pay very well, by the way." Rod noticed Jeremy's eyes light up when he told him. Another starving student he thought. He had him hooked. "Are you interested?" "Definitely. But, is that all there is to it? It sounds too easy and when would I start?" "Well, to be completely truthful, I should also tell you that you would be required to wear women's clothes." "What! Forget it! I design them, I don't wear them" Jeremy lied. "Well, there's no harm in it you know. You actually might learn something about how the clothes you design fit and how comfortable they are. But, whatever you decide is okay. Suit yourself. Here's my card in case you change your mind." Rod handed Jeremy his card and left. He was in no doubt that he would hear from Jeremy within two days. All his "discoveries" made it into his studios eventually, and almost always attracted by the money. And, true to form, Jeremy called Rod the following morning. He had thought long and hard about being seen by others while wearing women's clothes and he had finally decided that it really didn't matter what anyone wore, it's what they are inside that matters. He had also thought of a myriad of things he could do with the money. To begin with he could get the first and last month's rent for his own apartment and escape from Tony. Last night had been the last straw. Tony and one of his moronic friends had been in the room when Jeremy came in. They had teased him unmercifully about his feminine looks until, by ignoring them and pretending to be asleep; they had given up and left the room. Jeremy didn't hesitate to announce, "I'll do it if you give me an advance." "Sure kid. Can you come over at two, day after tomorrow?" "Yes. I'll be there." As Jeremy thought more about what he had agreed to do he got more and more sexually excited and found that he was masturbating 3 to 5 times a day. Nothing seemed to prevent his thoughts from dwelling on the look and the feel of those clothes on his body and the men who might be watching in the wings during the photo shoot. He did it four times on the morning of the shoot itself in an attempt to empty his body and his mind of the allure that women's clothing had on him. The last session was just after his design and manufacture of women's support garment class and he almost ran out of class to his favorite janitor's closet to whip out his prick and take the pink satin tap pants from his pocket to drape over and wrap his tool in. As he slid his hand up the shaft for his first stroke his eyes closed and his breathing quickened. He could see in his imagination just how sensual he looked in a periwinkle corset and panties with high heels and stockings and the photographer had taken his massive cock out of his own pants and was slowly jacking it off while shooting pictures of him. Jeremy groaned out as he came the painful cum of a dry orgasm. This time he thought he'd made sure his penis wouldn't betray what was in his mind right in the middle of the shoot. It now hurt to even get hard let alone cum. The studio was on the nineteenth floor of a downtown office block. A young and extremely beautiful female receptionist with a breathtaking figure told him to take a seat while she minced into an inner office on what had to be 5" open- toed black patent leather heels to announce him. Her makeup was perfect, as were her painted toe and fingernails. Jeremy noticed her raw sexuality but only in passing. He took far more interest in what she was wearing and couldn't help but critique her outfit mentally as she moved past him. He decided that her gray, raw silk skirt was cute as it sculpted her tight little butt perfectly but, at what he guessed was 7" above her knees; it was about an inch too short. And if she were determined to wear it as tight as it was then she ought to wear a thong under it and not the high cut briefs she had on whose lines marred the perfect symmetry of her round buttocks. The gossamer thin, extremely d?collet? purple blouse was very sexy he decided, as it showed off the delicate lace of her black shelf bra beautifully and molded around her obviously silicone enhanced D cup tits nicely. Jeremy decided that it was clear Rod had good but not very subtle taste in females just as he came out and ushered Jeremy into his office. "This is going to take about three hours. Can you stay that long?" "Yes." "Splendid. This is Jean. She's our receptionist and make-up artist. She'll be a big help. First let's sign some papers and then we'll get started." Five minutes later Jeremy was following Jean's tight and voluptuous ass into a dressing room containing little more than a clothes rack, a sink and a dresser with a large oval mirror above it. On the dresser were pots and vials of cosmetics, tubes of lipstick and mascara, eyebrow pencils, sponges and balls of cotton. The sight of all that feminine warpaint was intimidating but the smell was completely new to Jeremy and totally intoxicating. His mother had never worn much in the way of cosmetics and Jeremy knew just from the smell that he was going to love everything about makeup. Jeremy stood there transfixed by it. Jean told him to undress and he removed all his clothes down to his underpants. "Briefs too, and put these on." She handed him a pink satin thong. "Go on, you'll like them." Blushing he removed his underpants and stepped into the silky panties pulling them up over his quite large penis and testicles. He had always hated exposing his genitals to strangers and felt incredibly self-conscious. In high school his smooth and tiny body set against a large set of genitals had always been the occasion for joking and abuse. But Jean did not seem to care one way or another. "Have you ever worn a bra?" "No way! Of course not!" "Oh well, there's always a first time for everything. Put this on." She held out a pink satin and lace underwire and heavily padded full cup bra. He held the alien garment in his hands unsure of what to do with it. "Here, let me help, you silly boy. Hold out your arms... that's it." She slid the straps up his arms and over his shoulders then fastened the hooks behind his back. Then she slipped two silicone breast forms into the cups. He looked in the mirror surprised at how little it had taken to make him look quite feminine. His body was hairless and his skin smooth and soft. He put his hands on the bra and felt the curve of his breasts. His penis stiffened and within seconds a wet spot appeared at the front of his thong. He was mortified and tried to immediately hide his crotch from Jean's eyes but she just smiled knowingly down at the young boy. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" Jean said with a hint of a smirk. "You like it don't you, huney?" She casually slipped her fingers through his long hair and brushed it back and up, then let her finger tips lightly caress his cheek and jaw. Reaching down to his satin encased penis she heightened the sensual appeal of the garments by lightly scratching his cock and glans with her long painted nails. He was about to faint. No one in his entire life had ever touched his penis other than him and he thought he was going to cum right then and there in spite of having tried to drain himself all morning. He leaned against the wall to steady himself while a soft moan escaped his lips. Jean leaned in with him and brought her glistening red lips to his ear and whispered, "From this day forward you will never be the same huney. Welcome to the overwhelmingly sensual world of being a bitch. You will soon discover the power you hold over men. Use it to your advantage babydoll. Never let them win. You are here to use them for your own pleasure and happiness. Never forget who has control. Never let down your sister bitches. Do you understand sweetie?" "Yes, Jean, I understand but please stop so I don't have an accident. Please?" he begged. Jean stepped back and surveyed this lovely creature standing before her and smiled wickedly. "You really are hooked aren't you dear sweet little boy?" "Yes. It feels a bit strange but really actually very nice." She helped him put on the matching garter belt, slipping the garters inside his panties, and then the sheer nude nylons which she attached to the lace covered garter straps and the satin ribbon-tipped stocking tabs. On top of it all she had him put on a peach colored satin shortie robe that came to the tops of his thighs. "Sit at the dresser and let's see how pretty we can make you look." In less than an hour from when he walked into the office, Jeremy sat there looking somewhat stunned at the vision that was reflected in the mirror. By the time Jean had finished putting make-up on him, he had been transformed into a stunningly pretty girl who, with crimson lips, a soft wavy black-haired wig and a large dark beauty spot just below the left corner of his mouth, oozed drama and sex appeal. Jeremy gasped at his image when he looked in the mirror but couldn't help pouting his lips and giving his image a sexy little kiss. He smiled, totally transfixed at what he had become. "Wow! That's amazing!" "Not really. I've just enhanced your natural beauty." Jean looked thoughtful. "You are very pretty you know. Wearing male clothes can't hide that. Put this dress on and you will see what I mean." She held out a shimmering red satin sheath and a sheer bolero style jacket with large turned back cuffs held together with large rhinestone clustered links. As she helped him slip the dress over his head and down his body, he trembled in response to the cool, soft sensuous touch of the fabric on his skin. His heart was beating fiercely and his breath came in quick, short pants. He had never felt anything so wonderful or so sexy. But then, he had never really known what feeling sexy was like, as he had never dated. Nor had he ever had a crush on anyone either. He had masturbated furiously since puberty but never with the thought of sex in his mind as he really hadn't found anything that sexually aroused him other than the clothes and the fabrics themselves. Certainly not women. Yet, there was no doubt about his body's response to this new situation. His penis throbbed in his panties which were now quite wet. He was shocked at his thoughts and feelings. He felt overwhelmed and somewhat lost. He loved looking like a highly sexed bitch and he instinctively knew he was made to be used and to use men for his pleasure and theirs. Jean sensed his confusion and his pleasure and whispered in his ear, "You're a girl at last... Hmm? You always knew it was there didn't you doll? Your feminine side has been hidden away all these years and now we've let it out. Doesn't it feel delicious?" Something was certainly happening to him. He was quite literally shaking with excitement as she zipped up the dress and slipped the silky sheer coat on him. And he nearly fainted from the incredible pleasure he felt as she slipped onto his feet a pair of 4" high, sharp-toed, ankle- strapped Charles Jourdan heels "I can't understand what's come over me. The clothes feel amazing and I feel... different... inside, I mean. And these shoes make me feel like I can conquer the world... or at least most of the men in it. Tee hee" "Most T-girls begin a bit earlier in age than you by trying on their mother's or sisters' clothes. Some though, like you, discover their femininity later and often by accident. Then, it's like the lid coming off a pressure cooker. And once the genie is out of the pot she never ever gets back in. I guarantee you that from this moment on you will always want to dress as a woman Jeremy. Believe me. You make a far better looking, hotter girl than you do as a boy. So, if you take my advice, don't fight it, just be who you need to be and revel in the fact that you are far sexier than the vast majority of genetic girls. You can easily pass as a woman anywhere you go at any time of day or night." Just then, they were interrupted by Rod who wanted to know if Jeremy was ready. "Isn't he gorgeous?" Jean asked. "You've done a great job, Jean. He's perfect." 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 t- girl 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 t-girls 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." Chapter Four ? Jeremy Looses His Innocence After drinking some orange juice and looking at more prints, Jean gave Jeremy's lips one last coat of lip gloss and he was asked to slip into a pale blue satin chemise with a built in bra that barely covered his naked bottom. He pulled on a matching thong and slipped on a light blue, mid-calf length dress in silk with a pastel floral pattern and a back slit that went up to his mid-thigh. He was not wearing stockings and slipped white patent strappy sandals on his feet. His penis throbbed inside the thong. He went back into the studio after an encouraging hug and kiss from Jean. He was surprised to see two very big men wearing dressing gowns. One was a German who was introduced to Jeremy as Kurt. He was over 6 feet tall and must have weighed 220 pounds. He was extremely blond and wore his hair in a short flattop the way athletes do. His eyes were the deepest blue Jeremy had ever seen and he couldn't help but wonder if they were fake. Kurt was unbelievably good- looking. The other man's name was Brad. He was a black American, with a shaved head and a body like professional wrestler. He was even taller than Kurt and he had muscles that could only be the result of years of serious workouts in a gym. All through school Jeremy had hated jocks. They were the source of much of the abuse he had taken and their confident displays of machismo made Jeremy feel inadequate. Instinctively, he felt dislike and fear in front of these two men but when they looked at him with obvious admiration mixed with another expression that he later came to spot in all men as lust, he remembered Jean's words and felt his confidence return. Rod quickly got down to work. "Jeremy, this is going to be a boy/girl thing... just simulation. Let the guys lead you and just respond naturally. You're a beautiful girl leading on a couple of randy guys. Play off them. Tease them. Make them go crazy with longing and need. Keep them on edge. Make them grovel. Be a woman, doing what a woman does naturally." Jeremy felt awkward when a nearly naked Kurt began by embracing him from behind. He felt the German's warm breath on his neck as he leaned his lips down to Jeremy's pale shoulders and lightly kissed them. Jeremy was even more disconcerted when he suddenly felt Kurt's bikini covered and rapidly engorging cock press up against his soft ass and try to rub up and down his ass crack. "Jeremy, cover Kurt's hands with your own and close your eyes. Make like his kiss is burning your shoulder... that's great sweetie... now turn in his arms and slip your arms around his neck... good... pucker your lips and turn your head to the side... yes, that's it... now, simulate a kiss... fabulous..." Jeremy soon relaxed and began to ad lib, much to Rod's approval. After ten minutes with Kurt, Brad replaced him. Jeremy found it easy to imagine he was a hot little girlie plaything being man-handled by these two brutes and traded back and forth at their pleasure. He found that he loved the thought that he was a girl and he was soon craving the feeling of the guys' arms clasping him to them and their hands roaming over his clothed and lithe body. He liked their bodies too and ran his hands over their firm, muscular physiques. He reached in with his lips and licked the salty sweat off of their pecs and nibbled their nipples and stuck his tongue in their belly buttons and wherever his lips touched them he left a trail of lipstick stains. It was Brad who was told to remove Jeremy's dress and thong, releasing his pink but very stiff 8" penis. Jeremy was now feeling very comfortable with his nakedness as these two men clearly were worshipping him and because his penis had been exposed during the earlier photo shoot. He had learned that exposing his cock was the essential criteria of modeling for a T-girl magazine. There was an extra element this time. Posing with the two men in such an intimate way had aroused him and he soon felt reckless. The cocks of the two guys had gone from being limp to being completely hard to going back into a semi-limp state, depending on the situation they were in but he couldn't help but notice that Brad's large black cock was swelling and stiffening to a size he had only imagined was possible on a human being. Sex was in the air and it was infecting Jeremy. Rod had told them to pose on the bed. Jeremy lay on his back and Brad crouched over him bringing his face close to Jeremy's. Jeremy could feel Brad's enormous fat, heavy cock resting thickly on his thigh. Brad's pre-cum was dripping down through his stocking. His mind was fuzzy and his throat dry. Brad hovered over Jeremy, their lips barely an inch apart. Brad's warm breath fluttered over Jeremy's cheeks. Jeremy could not remember who made the first move but in the next instant their lips were crushed together and Brad's tongue was thrust into Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy had never been kissed before, certainly not by a man, but he was in the arms of a master and Jeremy's arms instinctively snaked up and around Brad's huge shoulders and neck and his thighs opened and came up and around Brad's tight waist so he could pull this big black brute closer to him. Brad had fucked scores of lady-boys, some unwilling but most anxious to be speared by his magnificent ebony rod. Jeremy was easy to take. Brad expertly manipulated every erogenous zone of the sissy's body, quickly turning his aroused and excited being into one suddenly consumed by an intense desire to be impaled and fucked hard and impregnated. When Jeremy became aware, through the mist of passion, that Brad's hard fat cock was pushing into his anus he panicked and began to scream and struggle. This was unexpected. He hadn't really thought about how males made love but this was more than he had bargained for. He frantically tried to avoid the cock but the head easily entered him and the moment it did his own penis exploded in an orgasm that was painful in its force. Jeremy had never cum so much in his life and the cum was pooling on the stomach of his blue chemise and staining it. At the same time, Jeremy went limp from the overwhelming pleasure of his orgasm. Brad had been totally unconcerned by Jeremy's struggles and cries. He liked it when pretty young men who liked to dress in bras and corsets and panties and stockings wriggled and squirmed as his cock thrust into them. This cute little white boy was especially hot and his ass was very tight. He thrust hard and fast sinking the full length of his 11" organ into the soft buttery asshole of the moaning Jeremy. Brad had been glad to accept Rod's invitation to do the photo shoot. It had been more than a month since he had had a piece of sissy ass. And he especially loved pretty, delicate, white sissy ass. Rod had said this one was cute and it was a bonus that the guy was a virgin too. Brad was soon ready to cum. He always came quickly the first time in every session but he was unconcerned. Rod had promised him and Kurt that they could have the sissy as long as they wanted. So he let his orgasm go with six deep, quick thrusts, slamming his cock deep into Jeremy, filling him with his warm, thick, sticky semen that coursed up and back down Jeremy's rectum and squirted out of his anus which was stretched tightly around Brad's ebony shaft. He pulled out of Jeremy leaving the now well-lubricated butt hole for Kurt. It had happened quickly, too soon for him to take in the full import of what Brad had been doing to him, so that when Brad ejaculated Jeremy was still getting his mind around the fact of being penetrated. At first he was outraged at having his body so quickly and completely violated. He had instinctively tried to move away from the cock entering his body. Then he had squeezed his anus hard to try to expel the intruder. But Brad's weight and strength overwhelmed him and after the third or fourth thrust his anal muscles involuntarily relaxed and he sensed more than felt Brad's hard cock plunge deep into him. He ineffectively pushed against Brad's hips as they pounded against his groin and cried out. "You bastard! ... Uuuggghh! ... Oh God! ... Please... Uggh... STOP! ... MMmmphh... Oooh Jeez!!" Brad gripped him in a bear hug as his massive body strained and shook in orgasmic spasms. Sperm flooded into Jeremy. He felt a looseness and slickness around the intrusion in his anus. He lay still, stunned as the realization crept over him that he had just been impregnated. As Jeremy lay under the gasping Brad, the last drops of semen entering his body, he looked at the stiletto sandals on the end of his upraised stocking covered legs. How feminine they were. He became conscious of the soft satin of his chemise with its spreading wet cum stain and the stiffness of the built in bra against his chest. Unconsciously he placed his hand on Brad's shoulder and noticed the beautifully manicured fingernails shining with scarlet polish. As these feminine images and sensations fused in his confused brain he felt a deep current of desire spread through his body. Brad was pulling out of him and the withdrawal of the stiff, thick cock was opening up an emptiness inside him that he subconsciously resisted. A little gasp escaped him as the tip of Brad's cock popped out of his tight anus. Something had turned inside his brain when Brad ejaculated inside him. Resistance had gone and was replaced by softness and a distinct desire to yield. He felt profoundly feminine. As Kurt mounted him he spread his legs and gathered the big German in his arms drawing him close. His anus opened expectantly and a deep purr of contentment passed from his mouth as he strained up to kiss Kurt's deliciously thin, hard lips and as he felt Kurt's thick ramrod plunge easily into his relaxed rectum, slick with Brad's semen. Kurt thrust with the energy of a powerful man trying frantically to release his pent up sexual energy and Jeremy was the willing receptacle. His hitherto unsuspected voracious sexual appetite had been now released and was consuming his body in a rising fever of desire. The strength of his sexual hunger frightened him. He dug his nails into the flesh of Kurt's sides and wrapped his silk covered legs around his waist and let the talons of his high heels dig cruelly into the ass flesh of his stud. The cock inside him seemed hardly big enough to assuage his desire though in reality it was 8" long and almost as thick. As he strained to increase the sense and effect of being penetrated, Jeremy was half aware of the sounds of copulation: the rhythmic slapping of their bodies; the wet, squishy sound of Kurt's cock plunging in and out of his slippery love passage; the rasp of Kurt's heavy breathing and of his own moans and startled cries as the pounding cock inside him touched off a fresh wave of desire; of the creaking of the bed as it strained and shook under the stress of Kurt's powerful thrusts. Sitting off on the side with Jean next to him watching all this hot action, Rod was surprised at the rapid change in Jeremy. He had rarely seen such a finely developed, raw sexual appetite in a hitherto completely innocent young boy. His cock was hard and he was watching for an opportunity to have a go at fucking Jeremy himself. He looked over at Jean and saw her dilated eyes and the glistening drops of perspiration on her upper lip and he heard her rasping, heavily charged breathing. He glanced down and saw her thighs clenching rhythmically and he knew this young girlboy was something truly special. Jean had been his receptionist for a long time and was pretty jaded by it all by now. It was a truly rare little thing who could break through Jean's cynicism and get her worked up into a frenzy of lust merely by watching. Normally, Jean had to be worked on pretty hard for anyone to break through her ice-queen, show-me-what-you-got, bitch hardness. Jean was a taker, not a giver. She knew her power over weak, horny men. And she used it to her advantage. Fully. That is what made her such a good dominatrix and the star of his other publication. And here she was, experiencing her own sexual paradise at the mere sight of this copulating, sexy little girlboy. He could tell she was about to cum and he reached down and gently spread her thighs and slipped his hand up between them to reach her incredibly wet gash. He lightly pinched her clit and was just about to begin rubbing it when she convulsed and gasped and clamped her thighs shut around his hand and groaned out her lust and desire and need and release. As Jean slumped in her chair, Rod turned back to focus on the hot fucking that was taking place on the bed in front of him. He made sure that Rick was getting it all on film as he knew the studs would not let him in on the action until they had satisfied themselves. Brad was hard again and stroking his huge black dick impatiently. As soon as Kurt had pumped his cream into Jeremy, Brad replaced him. Rod seized his chance and kneeling beside Jeremy's head, he pushed his stiff dick between the sissy's scarlet painted lips, groaning as he felt Jeremy suck hard and energetically rub the sensitive tip with his tongue. Jeremy had ceased to be a thinking person. He was reduced to being a mindless, sexually rutting animal. As Brad's massive erection reamed his now well-lubricated rectum and Rod's swollen member oozed pre-cum onto his tongue, he had become a completely sentient being. His mind had been gradually shut down as his partners stimulated every erogenous zone in his body and threw every sexual switch. He was completely aroused. His body hummed with desire and his sexual seismometer shot off the Richter Scale. Kurt and Brad had unknowingly unleashed a nymphomaniacal appetite, which had hitherto lain dormant inside this conventional but effeminate young man. Jeremy was so intensely aroused that he found it hard to breathe and panted for breath as his body strained against Brad's thrusting hips to keep the plunging cock deep inside his ass. He had progressed through a kaleidoscope of contesting emotions from shock and pain at the first penetration, to curiosity and wonder at the tightness and strangeness of the cock in his anus, to dismay at the emptiness he felt when Kurt withdrew after ejaculating, and then at the renewed joy that coursed through him when Brad thrust into him a second time. When he felt Brad cum inside him it was as through the pleasant sensations of femininity that he had felt when he put on these wonderful clothes were being internalized. He instinctively moved against Brad's jabbing cock in a way that increased the sensations Brad was getting and these thrusts were bringing Brad to a quicker orgasm than he was accustomed to on the second fuck. This bitch was really something! Jeremy also exhibited an unsuspected talent for sucking cock, bringing Rod to a quick but explosive climax which deposited heavy globules of thick semen on Jeremy's tongue until he pulled out to deliver the rest of his load all over Jeremy's painted face. Jeremy was initially appalled at the pungent taste of cum and tried to spit it out but Rod rammed his cock back into Jeremy's mouth until he was forced to swallow it. The strong taste remained in his mouth as Brad continued to fuck him and slowly it blended in with all the other sexual sensations pulsing through his body. Brad had noticed Jeremy swallow Rod's cum and decided to give him a taste of his too. He pulled out of Jeremy's ass just as he was about to shoot his load and placed the tip at the opening of Jeremy's ravenous lips. The little slut ate down his spunk in one gulp and tried to lick up every last drop on his deflating cock. When Kurt fucked him a second time he too came in Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy accepted this third gusher with total abandon. When he felt Kurt's cock swell and explode he reached down to his own stiff cock and stroked it just enough to spew his own load all over his already wet chemise. Semen is an acquired taste and Jeremy seemed to be acquiring a taste for it fast. He wanted to bathe in it, to wallow in it, to drown in it. 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. J