Meeting Jenna

"This is what you've done to me," she whispered, through gasping breaths. "This is what happens when I get turned on. I've not had my lower bits done yet. I'm not sure if I will . . . I . . ."

I took a deep breath, but I knew I had to say something quickly.

"It's OK, Jenna, it's really OK. This isn't a problem for me."

She collapsed into me and hugged me. She started crying again.

"Thank you," she said. "I mean it. Thank you."

As we embraced, her legs straddled me, and I could feel her erection press into my stomach. She began to speak: "I just like you so much . . . you turn me on so much. I got carried away in the moment. I couldn't control myself."

"You don't have to control yourself; it's fine."

She pulled back and kissed me, grinding her erection into my stomach. "I want you!" she exclaimed, "I'm so horny. I want to kiss you. I want you to pin me down again." My own dick went full rigid in my jeans as I felt her.

"Do you want to come back to my place," I said.

She nodded violently. "Yes, I'd like that."

I stood up and held out my hand. She grabbed it and hauled herself to her feet.

"I'll need to wait a minute or two," she said, looking down at the straining bulge in her shorts.

"Me too," I said, looking down at the bulge in my jeans.

We both laughed and hugged.

"Here," I said, extracting a fresh tissue from my pocket, "you might want to sort your makeup, I think it has run a little."

"Thanks." She smiled, taking the tissue and dabbing her eyes. "Tell me when I look decent."

* * * *

Once we'd controlled ourselves, we walked back toward the house. We didn't hold hands. We still wanted to maintain some level of deniability that we'd just gone to look at the sunset rather than made out.

"Do any of the others know? Does Verity know?" I asked.

"No." she said, "I don't tell many people. I met Verity after I'd transitioned. I did it pretty young. And I don't want people to think of me as someone who used to be a guy. I've always been a girl. In my head, at least, that's who I am. I am a girl and that's how I want to be treated."

"You are a girl," I said, "and I don't think of you in any other way."

As we got close to the group, my cousin piped up.

"Hey, where have you two been?"

"Just watching the sunset," I said, using a matter-of-fact tone.

"Right!" she said, with obvious sarcasm. "I believe you."

Jenna went red.

"Are you two leaving?"

"Yes, I'll walk her to the Tube station."

"Aw, how romantic," Verity cooed I could tell she was about to start humming "The Wedding March" again. I raised my eyebrows and looked at her with a stern expression. She seemed to get the message.

* * * *

Once clear of the house we held hands. There was a skip in Jenna's step. She kept tilting her head up toward me and smiling. I couldn't help but bend down and kiss her cheek. She giggled.

"Is it far to your flat?" she asked.

"About twenty minutes on the Northern Line," I said.

We picked up the pace to Belsize Park station, beeped through the barriers with our little blue smart cards, and jumped on a train just as the doors were hissing shut. No seats were left, so we stood as the carriage jerked into motion. Jenna grabbed the collar of my shirt and dragged me down toward her.

"I need more kisses!" she said.

* * * *

We almost ran out of the station at Kennington, down one road, into another. Then we were there. I tried my best not to fumble with my key in the lock, but as the bolt clicked, we both almost fell forward.

"Would you like anything to drink?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"Would you like the grand tour?"

"Can it wait?" she grinned at me.

"It can wait."

I picked her up and she squealed. I carried her squirming body to my bedroom and threw her down onto the covers. She bounced on the mattress and panted in excitement. As I looked at her, there was nothing that indicated that her body had been anything other than female-other than the tent in her shorts. She was so gorgeous, so perfectly feminine.

I sat down next to her and I drew her in for a kiss. My dick started to swell almost instantly. Now that we were safely away from prying eyes, I didn't stop my hands. They roved over her body, as hers did over mine. My hands slid over her top, feeling the curve of her waist. Then I delved downward to squeeze the firm bubble of her ass. From her ass, my palms slid down over her shorts to her silky smooth legs-all the way from her toned thighs to her shapely calves.

"Your skin feels so good," I purred in a low, breathy voice.

A sexy smile flashed over her face.

I allowed my hands to slip under her top. I took a deep breath as I felt the taut flesh around her waist, then slid upward toward her breasts. She moaned as my palms pressed over her bra. Her tits were small, but felt natural, firm, and delicious.

I pulled back and looked into her eyes. Her pupils were wide with lust. I pulled her top up, and she lifted her arms to allow me to remove it. She looked even better than I could have imagined. Her tits sat, perky and inviting, encased in her sexy white bra. I wanted to touch them, but I also wanted to make her wait.

She leaned forward and started unbuttoning my collar. "You don't get to have all the fun," she giggled.

I'm in shape, I go to the gym, I'm proud of my body. I hoped she was going to like it.

As my shirt fell open, she bit her lip. "Very nice!" she smiled and ran her hands over my chest.

I pulled the shirt off and threw it to the floor. I pushed her shoulders down onto the bed and then I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with one of my own. She gasped. Then I ran the fingertips of my free hand down her sides. She wriggled, her boner so stiff that it looked like it was going to puncture through her shorts.

"We have to get you out of these things," I said, tugging at the denim.

She took a deep breath and nodded. I flicked open the top button and drew the zipper down. Then I pulled the little slip of blue material down her legs. She raised her hips to help me, and she was left in just her panties. Her boner stood angry and barely restrained. The waistband of her underwear was lifted clear off her skin. A large wet patch shimmered at the pinnacle of the tent. She was leaking precum.

I moved back up her body and kissed her lips and then her neck. I drank in her scent. God she smelled good. I ran my nose over her shoulders and she squealed with excitement. I released her hands, but before she could move, I ordered her to "Stay down."

"Yes, Sir," she panted.

"You like being given orders then?" I said, with a grin.

She eagerly nodded.

Then I started to kiss down her body: first her collarbone, then her cleavage, then her stomach. She was shaking, and her legs started to shift back and forth, making her feet slide over the covers. As I got closer to her panties, her hips bucked up toward me.

"Oh God!" she squealed. "Oh God!"

I paused at her panty line, getting my first waft of the smell of her desperate, dripping cock. Her hips tried to grind all the way to my face, but I grabbed them and pinned them to the bed. Then I kissed down over the front of the material, all the way along her rigid shaft. "Fuck!" she shouted, as her arms flapped. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Then I kissed down her smooth legs, all the way to her ankles. I wanted to enjoy every single inch of her incredible body.

"Strip for me," I ordered.

Her breathing was fast and shallow. She sat up on the bed. She tried to strip sexily, but she was shaking too much. But technique didn't matter, seeing her on the edge of sanity, crazed with desire, was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. With a trembling hand, she unclipped her bra and released her gorgeous tits. They looked natural. They were natural. So round, so firm, so perfect.

Then she hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties and jerked them down her legs. Her erection sprang free. Her cock was beautiful, standing to attention with a stiff shaft and an almost painfully engorged head. A little band of precum dripped from the end.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured. "Your body is just perfect."

Joy beamed from her face.

"I want you to fuck me," she panted. "I can't take it any more!"

I shifted myself closer to her and ran my hands across her bare breasts. I kneaded her wonderful, perky flesh. Then I leaned down and ran my tongue across her nipples.

"Oh, God," she moaned, her body writhing on the spot.

"Have you been fucked before?" I asked, looking up at her, my tongue poised above her erect nipple.

"No!" she shook her head. "But . . . but . . . I've played with my ass. I've put dildos inside. I know how it feels."

"Did it make you cum?"

"God, yes," she said, her voice faltering with excitement.

"I promise I'll fuck you," I said, "but I want you to suck me first. Do you know how to do that?"

"Yes . . . I think so. I've practiced."

I smiled. The thought of this hot eighteen-year-old practicing in her room at sucking a dildo, then fucking herself with it, was almost too hot for me to process.

I sat up and pulled down my jeans, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. Then I sat on the side of the bed, my own erection straining toward the sky beneath the material.

Jenna was almost hyperventilating.

I motioned to the floor beneath my feet. Jenna slid off the bed and positioned herself between my legs.

"I'll try to be good," she whispered.

She licked her lips as she stared at my crotch, fixated on the outline of my cock. Slowly, she reached her hand forward and cupped my balls through the fabric. She gently rolled them between her fingers as she breathed heavily. I couldn't help but gasp at the sensation. Then she leaned forward and pressed her pretty face against my bulge. As she slid her cheek up and down my cotton-covered shaft, she moaned in delight. I could almost have cum there and then.

"It feels so good. I want to see it," she said, as the little vibrations of her voice tickled my nerve endings.

She pulled back slightly, but her eyes never left my cock. Slowly, she began to peel my boxers down, and I lifted myself with my hands to assist her. As my boxers retreated down my legs, my cock sprang free. I was harder than I'd ever been. The sight of this beautiful girl, with her beautiful naked body and her own straining dick, was driving me insane.

Jenna's eyes widened as she looked at my fully exposed erection.

"It's big," she gasped.

"You like it?" I grinned.

"Yes," she whispered. "God, yes!"

She reached up and wrapped her delicate fingers around my shaft. The tiniest of grunts left my lips as the sensation hit me. Then she began to stroke up and down. Her hand was trembling, but her actions were slow and deliberate, as if she was determined to savor the moment.

"I've fantasized about this for so long," she whispered, her voice breathy. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm so glad that I get to share it with you."

I inhaled deeply and ran my fingers through her thick, brown hair.

"Jenna, you are incredible."

She gripped the base of my cock and let her tongue hang loose from her mouth. Then she moved forward and licked slowly up my dick from base to tip. She swirled her tongue around the head, and I groaned in pleasure.

She kissed the little slit at the top and sucked down my own little dribble of precum. "Mmmm, you taste so good; you smell so good," she murmured.

I looked down at her. It was almost like she was hypnotized. Her chest rose and fell as her eyes locked onto my dick.

She pulled back and retracted her lips slightly to cover her teeth. She took a deep breath and then slid her mouth down over my head. I moaned as a surge of delight swept through me, but it was nothing like the moan emerging from Jenna's throat. Her moan was loud, wanton, and desperate. Her soft, velvety lips traveled down along the length of my dick, all the way to where her hand gripped the base.

"That's right," I answered with a sigh. "Good girl."

As she ran her lips back up, I felt her velvety tongue snake around my shaft.

"Jesus, Jenna," I moaned. "You really have practiced."

She ran her lips up and down again-faster this time. Then again. Then again. Soon her beautiful mouth was sliding up and down my shaft as her hand worked the base. I inhaled and exhaled as the pleasure coursed through my body. She was making love to me with her lips. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. My muscles began to tense, and I couldn't help myself but start to thrust upward to meet her rhythm.

She moaned deeply as I started to fuck her mouth, so I started to thrust a little harder. I could feel her begin to shake violently. I could tell she was going crazy with excitement, and so was I. I was on the brink of climax.

"Jenna . . . I'm gonna cum," I growled.

She nodded as she worked my cock. She didn't pull off. She didn't seem worried. She just kept on going, even more vigorously than before.

"Oh fuck, Jenna," I moaned as the first contractions start to grip my loins. I felt my balls tighten. Then I went over the edge in an explosion of ecstasy. I felt a roar of sperm judder up my shaft and eject from the tip. I unloaded into Jenna's mouth, copiously and powerfully. Each twitch of my dick was stupefyingly strong. I had never experienced pleasure on this level. My cock blazed in an inferno of bliss.

Jenna gulped down my load, every glob, every spurt, until she had exhausted everything I had to give her.

Her motions became slower and lighter, and her tongue slithered over me, cleaning me up.

Finally, she pulled off and looked up at me with her glazed eyes. Her body was coated with sweat. Her muscles were shaking. Her cock was still drooling a band of precum onto a little wet patch on the floor.

I leaned down and kissed her.

"Fuck me," she groaned. "Please fuck me!"

I held out my hand and pulled her up onto the bed.

"You like being dominated?" I asked.

She nodded. "Fuck me," she whimpered. "Dominate me!"

"Lie on your back and put your wrists on the bed rail," I said.

She moved her body to comply, stretching herself out in front of me.

I reached under the bed and extracted a pair of soft leather cuffs, connected by a chain. She moaned as she saw them.

"You like?" I said.

She nodded.

I shifted up along the bed. I encased one of her wrists with a cuff, looped the linking chain around the bed rail, and cuffed the other. She pulled, testing the restraints, but they held fast.

Her cock continued to dribble precum, but now on to her own stomach.

I couldn't help but tease her. I ran my fingernails gently up and down her naked body, extracting moans and begs from her lips.

"Please, Sir! I need it!"

Then I wrapped my fingers around her shaft and gently jerked her. She twisted against the restraints and tried to thrust her hips up to my hand, but I was too experienced. My hand simply followed her movements, giving her no extra stimulation than I wanted to give.

"I can't stand this!" she squealed. "Please! I need to cum!"

"I'm going to tease you," I said with a grin, "and then I'm going to fuck you."

She cried out in desperation, but I continued softly . . . ever so softly . . . teasing her dick. It felt so wonderful to have her in my hands. Her hard, swollen shaft twitched as she got closer and closer to blowing her load. But I knew what I was doing. I'd done this countless times to guys. I'd reduced them to silly, sniveling wrecks. And I wanted to do the same to Jenna.

I released my grip and reached under my bed once more as Jenna thrust helplessly into thin air. I extracted a bottle of thick lube and squirted the cold gel into my hand.

First, I rubbed it all over Jenna's cock. Then I placed my palm flat on the very tip of her head, and began to slowly circle it around and around. Just my palm, on the very, very tip.

Tears formed in Jenna's eyes. Her teeth clenched. "Fuck!" she screamed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Do you want to get fucked?" I grinned, continuing to circle my palm.

"Yes . . . please yes!"

"Do you want my dick in your tight little ass?"

"Yes! Now! Please!"

I pulled Jenna's legs apart. I squirted another load of lube into my hand and smeared it with my fingers around her little pucker. I watched it pulse and contract before my very eyes. Then gently I slipped a finger into her hole, spreading the lube inside her. I worked my finger in and out, coating her asshole as far as I could go. As I lubed her up, she wheezed and moaned. Tears were leaking from her eyes and running down her face.

My cock was raging hard all over again. I spread Jenna's legs even wider and shuffled up between her thighs. I angled my cock down and touched the head against her anus.

"Tell me you want it."

"I want it!" She cried, urgently.

"Tell me how bad you want it."

"So bad! I need it! Please! Fuck me now!"

I pressed forward and felt her begin to open up. Then slowly, slowly, slowly I began to work my way in. Bit by bit, she dilated and I pushed my head all the way in.

"More!" she shrieked.

I gripped her cock with my hand.

As I pressed myself deeper into her, I began to jerk her hard shaft.

"Oh God!" she screamed, her body writhing.

I began to slowly thrust as I jerked her, making sure she was fully ready for me.

"Are you gonna cum?" I teased.

She nodded and moaned.

"I'm going to fuck you hard in a minute, and you're gonna cum all over yourself."

"I don't care!" she screamed. "Just give it to me!"

I gave her one full, slow, deep thrust in and out. Then I started to ram her.

Pleasure rippled along my cock as I pistoned in and out of her tight, warm asshole.

I continued to jerk her dick in time with my thrusts.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she wailed.

She wasn't going to last long.

Her balls tightened, her cock twitched violently, and her ass clamped down on my shaft. A rush of cum fired out from the end of her dick, all over her body-from her stomach, to her tits, to her face-in one big gooey rope. I slowed my pace but kept on thrusting. With each new plunge of my dick, a new spurt of semen ejected itself from her tip. Twice. Three times. Four times.

Her breathing was absolutely ragged. I wanted to keep on thrusting. I wanted to cum again myself. But this was her first time, and I felt I needed to give her a break.

I pulled out of her and undid her cuffs. Her beautiful body trembled on the sheets, almost unable to move. Her skin shimmered with sweat and a trail of thick, white semen. I lay next to her and slipped my arm under her neck. She groaned and, with one mighty heave, she rolled herself over so her body touched mine. Her arms wrapped around me and she pulled herself tightly toward me-her muscles straining like her life depended on it.

I hugged her back, feeling the moisture of her sweat and the warm juices of her cum.

"I've got you, beautiful," I whispered into her ear.

"Oh . . . my . . . God," she whispered as she trembled. "Oh . . . my . . . God. That was amazing. That was outstanding. I can't even think."

"Don't think about it; just enjoy it."

The feeling of her body pressed against mine was incredible. Her smooth skin, her delicious tits, and her still-engorged, still-dribbling, cock squashed up against my own. I stroked my hand through her long, brown hair, making her purr. Then I tickled my fingertips across the bare skin of her back.

"Mmmm," she groaned. "I like that."

My fingers danced, I made patterns, and I teased up her spine. She started to wriggle. Her dick returned to full rigidity. I kissed her neck. She shuddered.

"Are you still horny?" I asked.

"Yes," she said with a nod.

"Because," I continued, "I've got another load for you if you want it."

"Yes," she panted. "I want it!"