"Jenna," I said, with a smile on my face, "could you move out of the way, please? I'd like to get to the kitchen."
"Err, how about no!" She grinned back, her big brown eyes sparkling at me. As she stood in the hallway, her legs were stretched out, with her toes touching the skirting board on either side. Her arms were positioned likewise, her left hand on one wall, her right one on the other. She was spread out like a star.
I put a stern look on my face and walked toward her purposefully. My strongly built six-foot-one frame towered over her slim five-foot-four body.
"Young lady, I am compelled to inform you that there will be consequences if you don't move."
"Oooh, what are you going to do to me, James?" she teased, without budging an inch. "Spank me?"
"That's an option," I said.
She giggled and tossed her thick, shoulder-length dark-brown hair.
"You wouldn't dare; you're too much of a good boy."
I crossed my arms and looked her up and down. She looked so sexy I could barely stand it. Her face was cute and imbued with a constant expression of cheekiness. Her stretched position had pushed out her firm little tits, which sat high and round in her short vest top. Her eighteen-year-old skin glowed with a delicious bronzed tan, and her crotch was adorned with a tiny pair of denim shorts, which showed off the full length of her beautiful, toned legs.
"You're going to regret saying that," I said, with a grin.
I couldn't help but notice the thin sliver of exposed flesh around her midriff. It looked so wonderfully, vulnerably, ticklish.
"I'll give you to the count of five," I said.
She cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow.
"One . . ." I said, slowly and deliberately.
"Two . . ."
She didn't move, so I took a step closer and reached my hands toward her tummy. As my fingers got close, her body started to tense and twist, but she still showed no sign of letting me pass.
"Three . . ."
My fingers hovered just over her exposed skin.
"James!" she squealed. "Don't tickle me. Don't you dare tickle me!"
"Four . . ."
She clenched her teeth. "James!" she seethed. "Don't!"
"Move then," I said, raising my eyebrows at her. She still didn't budge.
"Five . . ."
"Time's up, Jenna."
I flicked my fingernails across the sides of her bare stomach. She shrieked. Her arms shot back toward her body to protect herself. She grabbed my wrists, but she wasn't strong enough to stop me. I worked my fingers across her faster.
Her knees buckled. She sank to the floor, squealing and gasping for breath.
Her body bucked and writhed on the carpet as I continued my assault.
"I warned you! You knew exactly what was coming!"
"I know! Stop! I give in! Please!" Her voice sounded desperate. She curled up into a ball, but that didn't deny me access to her sides.
"Stop!" she begged. "I'm going to wet myself. Seriously. Please."
I stopped my onslaught.
She remained on the floor, coiled up like a hedgehog, gasping for breath.
"Truce?" I said, still grinning.
"Yeah, truce," she panted. "I'm sorry."
"Do you want me to help you get up?"
"No, I'm fine."
She remained in her bunched position.
"Are you sure you're OK?" I said, slightly concerned.
"Yeah, do what you need to do in the kitchen, I just need a second to calm down. I'm fine. Really."
"OK," I said. I stepped over her and walked down the hall into the kitchen, as my semihard erection throbbed in my jeans.
* * * *
I grabbed some white buns from the cupboard and some fresh lettuce from the fridge. Then I walked back toward the garden. Jenna had removed herself from the corridor and was nowhere to be seen outside either. I guessed she must have gone to the bathroom.
I strode over to the barbecue grill, which was being expertly tended to by my cousin, Verity.
"What took you so long?" she asked.
"I had a little chat with Jenna along the way."
"Oh cool," she said with a big grin. "So you two are getting along then?"
"She's good fun."
"Awesome!" she exclaimed. "She's a great girl. I never been able to work out why she's single. She could do with having a boyfriend."
"Whoa there!" I said. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I only met her a couple of hours ago."
"Oh, come on, James, I know you like her. I can see it in your eyes."
"Verity, I think she's cool, but don't pressure it. I just want to get to know her."
"OK, I'll shut up . . . I won't mention how good I think the two of you would be as a couple . . . or how you like all the same music . . . and all the same TV shows . . . or how both your eyes lit up when you saw each other . . . or how you've been laughing and giggling with each other all afternoon. It's obviously too soon for me to say you like her It's OK; it's OK. I won't say another word. My lips are sealed."
"They'd better be."
Verity, pretended to zip her lips closed.
Then she started to hum "The Wedding March."
"Jesus Christ, Verity!"
* * * *
I turned away from Verity and looked across the garden. Young men and women chatted in little groups, leisurely munching their freshly cooked food. We were at my aunt and uncle's house in Hampstead, North London. They were away in Cyprus, but Verity, their only daughter, had stayed at home. She was hosting a World Cup-themed barbecue party for some of her friends. Brazil had already beaten Colombia earlier in the day. Uruguay and Chile were next up. The house and garden were full of multicolored balloons. The window frames were adorned with bunting, depicting the flags of the participating nations.
The house itself was Victorian era: large, detached, constructed from faded red brick, and coated with ivy. With prices these days, it must be worth two million pounds, perhaps three, but my aunt and uncle had bought it well before the property boom.
The garden was even larger, and because of its high elevation, it had views across almost the entire city. I'd always loved playing here as a child. It wasn't just because I could see from Tower Bridge to the Houses of Parliament, but it also was the quality of the garden itself. It was like a maze. Little walls, thick bushes, low-hanging trees. There were so many places to hide; a feature that the younger version of me had taken full advantage of. But, alas, childhood was over. Verity was eighteen, on the verge of going to university. I was twenty-two and had already entered the world of work. I was sure I was the oldest person at the party by three or four years.
I had been glad for the invite. I'd moved to London only a couple of months before and hadn't made many friends yet. I was also single and keen to find someone I clicked with. I had been quietly hopeful that Verity was going to help me in that regard. She reveled in the role of matchmaker, even if sometimes she played her role a little clumsily.
When I'd last met up with her at Easter, I'd gone out for dinner with her and a few of her friends. She had insisted that I sit next to a girl named Stacey. Stacey was cute, there was no doubt about that, but it appeared that she couldn't talk about anything other than horses. The first half hour had been fine, but after that I began to get agitated.
"Verity, I don't give a damn about fetlocks, or types of saddle, or reins," I had whispered to her, as my "intended" had left to go to the bathroom.
"OK, OK. I messed this one up," she said. "Just tell me what kind of girl you'd actually like to meet. I promise I'll do better next time."
I wasn't sure whether that was the moment to tell her I liked both girls and boys. I decided to leave it for another day.
"Oh I don't know," I replied. "Someone playful, someone who I could be silly with, someone who's nice and kind, but also has a little impish spark that could keep me on my toes."
"OK, I'll have a think," she said.
* * * *
Jenna padded out through the patio door and into the garden. In her hand she clasped a long sausage-shaped balloon. Under the bright June sky, she shimmered like an angel. I tried to stop myself looking at her, but I couldn't help it. As she stepped onto the grass, our pupils met.
We both paused for a second.
Her lips pursed into faux anger, but her eyes smiled.
"I'm so mad at you!" she said. "Don't you dare tickle me again!"
"Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?" I grinned back at her.
She raised her balloon like a sword and bared her teeth.
"I will slay you, Sir!"
She swung her inflated weapon and hit me on the head.
I smiled. "Do that one more time. I dare you!"
She smacked me again.
I reached down to the grass and grabbed a long balloon of my own.
I chased her and smacked her on the head. We giggled as we jabbed, slashed, and parried around the garden. People were staring at us, but I didn't care. We battled across the lawn, over the patio, and into the living room. I fought her into a corner, shielded from view from the garden.
We stopped hitting each other and panted, out of breath.
For a second we paused. Then she hit me in the face with her balloon.
I dropped mine to the floor and then pinned her hands against the wall. She gasped and squirmed slightly, but she didn't try to fight me off.
"That was mean," I said.
"I need to find some restraints for you."
"Oooh, Sir. I might like that."
"It would keep you out of trouble."
"It wouldn't shut me up, though."
"I have other means of doing that."
I moved forward to kiss her. Her lips parted. Her eyes closed.
"Hey everyone!" Verity cried. "The match is starting!"
Footsteps thudded toward the living room.
I pulled myself upright and took a step back.
Jenna smoothed her clothes.
People piled into the room.
We took places next to each other on the sofa. I focused on the players jogging out onto the pitch, desperately hoping my dick would start to get softer rather than harder. The fact that Jenna's bare leg was pressed against mine wasn't helping.
* * * *
Full time: Colombia 2, Uruguay 0.
I looked out of the patio window. The sun had almost set over London. The last bands of red and orange streaked across the horizon, bathing the vista in a final warm good-bye.
Some people were getting up to leave. Others were going to get drinks. People were milling in all directions.
Jenna whispered into my ear, "You have permission to go and get me a drink."
"Oh, I have permission, do I? How kind. Well, I'd just like to let you know that you have permission to get me a drink too."
"Smart arse!" she said with a grin, punching me on the arm. "How about we fight for it?"
"Knives?" I suggested.
"No! Thumb war," she said.
"Pussy!" I grinned at her, holding out my hand.
She grasped it. "We'll see who the pussy is!"
Our thumbs stood to attention, facing each other, ready to battle to pin the other one down.
I started the introduction, "One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war."
"Go!" she squealed.
We wrestled, our arms swinging about, trying to gain advantage. We were laughing, goading each other, falling into our own little world. Then I bluffed, laying my thumb down and waiting for her to go for it. She took the bait. Instantly my thumb looped and pinned hers down to her hand.
"One, two, three . . . and you're down!" I said, staring into her eyes, as she tried to twist herself free. "Winner!" I declared.
"OK, OK, I'll get you your drink."
"I don't actually want a drink."
Her mouth dropped. "You're so cheeky."
"Let's go and watch the sun go down," I said.
She curled her lips into her mouth and smiled, "OK, that sounds good."
We slipped out into the garden and padded across the lawn. Then we darted behind a rose bush. I took her hand and looked down at her. She looked back up at me. Her lips were parted, and I could see her chest rise and fall. This time it was going to happen.
"If I start blabbing, will you try your special technique to shut me up?" she said.
"Maybe," I said.
"Because I've got a lot of things to say, a lot of little phrases that I could annoy you with all evening. I could just go on and on, yap yap yap yap yap . . ."
I moved my hand up, brushed her hair from her cheek, and gently cupped the soft skin of her face. She breathed in sharply and her lips fell silent.
With my other hand, I held her around the waist. Then I leaned my face down toward her. She lifted herself up on her tiptoes to meet me, and our lips brushed their first electric brush. I softly pressed forward and began to kiss her properly. She murmured in pleasure. Her lips were wonderful: soft, full, and eager. I felt like I could kiss her forever.
"I've wanted to do this all afternoon," she whispered.
"Me too," I replied.
I drew her closer to me and kissed her deeper. Our lips danced, our bodies pressed together, and her tits squashed against my chest. I couldn't help but release her face and run my hands down her sides, just grazing the sides of her breasts with my palms. She expelled a little moan of excitement.
Over her clothes, I ran a hand up her back and then slid my fingers through her hair at the base of her skull. Slowly, I balled a thick chunk of her hair into my fist and gently pulled her head back. She took a sharp intake of breath. Then I kissed her neck.
"Oh God," she whimpered as my lips teased her sensitive skin. I could feel her bare legs rub against each other as she shifted from foot to foot.
"Stop!" she said. "That's turning me on too much. Please stop. I can't handle it."
I pulled back and looked at her beautiful, panting face. Her cheeks were flushed red and her eyes wide. I couldn't help but tease her some more. Her arousal was just so beautiful. The thought of her pussy getting swollen and wet in her little shorts was too delicious to abandon. I grazed my fingernails down the sides of her bare arms. It made her shudder.
"James," she whimpered. "Stop it! I really, really can't handle it."
Her eyes were locked onto mine as her body shifted awkwardly.
"I want you to feel good," I said.
"I know, I know," she said, "and you are . . . it's just that I feel . . . too good . . . you know?"
She took a deep, juddering breath. "I'm just getting . . . you're just making me . . . even looking at you is . . ." She stopped and then jerked her body around rapidly, so her back was facing me.
I was taken aback.
"Sorry, Jenna," I said. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"You haven't upset me," she said. "I just don't like being seen when I'm . . . so . . . aroused, it's . . . it's . . . a hang-up, I guess. It's embarrassing. Please, can we just sit and watch the sun go down?"
"OK, no problem," I said, slightly disappointed that our make-out session was coming to an end. I'd met some girls who had issues before, but I hadn't met one who got upset by being turned on. I didn't want to press her, though. I liked her, and forcing her too far, too fast could ruin things.
"Sit down," she suggested, "and I'll sit between your legs."
"OK," I said.
We sank to the grass, looking out toward the sunset. The horizon was nothing but the tiniest sliver of red. Houses and trees were a mere silhouette in front of it.
Jenna sat between my legs. Her back was tight against my chest and her ass grazed against my desperately hard dick. I wanted to thrust against her, but I controlled myself.
As I wrapped my arms around her body, I felt her shaking. I could only begin to imagine why she was reacting like this. Had she had some bad experiences in the past? Had some guy done something to her that stopped her from opening up? I sighed. How terrible that could have been for her. But I shouldn't make assumptions. I was merely guessing.
"Please don't think that I'm rejecting you," she said. "I'm definitely, definitely not rejecting you. It's just that . . . I've been getting carried away flirting with you . . . and I really, really like you. But it's going so fast . . . and there are things about me that you don't know."
I took a deep breath.
"You can tell me," I said.
"I wish I could," she said. Then I heard her start to sob. "I just wish my life wasn't so complicated."
I held her close, feeling her trembling grow more intense.
"If something has happened to you, I'm not going to push you into doing something you don't want to do," I said. "I'm happy just to hold you."
"No," she said, wiping her eyes, "it's not like that. I've not been attacked or anything, it's . . ."
She trailed off.
We sat in silence, but not in stillness. The tremors in her body weren't letting up.
"Well," she started, then paused. "How do you feel about gay rights?"
I laughed, slightly puzzled about the question. Was she bisexual? Could that be it? Was that even still an issue these days? Or was she a very conservative Christian and worried our views would be too different?
I decided I could only be honest, whatever she was thinking, I wasn't going to bullshit her.
"I support gay rights, Jenna. I support gay marriage. I believe anyone should be able to live their life as they want so long as they don't hurt anyone else in the process."
She gulped and took several deep breaths. Did she approve of my stance? I wasn't sure. It only seemed to make her trembling worse.
"Well, how about trans rights then, if you know what that means?"
"I'm fine with trans people too. If someone is born into a guy's body but they know in their heart that they are a girl, I've got no problem with that, or if it's the other way round. Ultimately, I'm happy for anyone to do what they want to do and be who they want to be, provided it doesn't hurt anyone else-and I can't see how changing one's gender hurts anyone."
She gulped. Again. And again.
"I'm glad you said that," she said, looking over her shoulder at me. Mascara had run down her cheeks and her eyes were swollen with tears.
"Well . . . would you . . . ?"
She stopped mid sentence, scanning my face. I tried to look sympathetic.
She took several deep breaths.
"Would you . . . date a girl who was born into a guy's body?"
"Yes, Jenna," I said. I looked over her features. Is that what she was trying to tell me? That she was born a guy? Surely not! She looked as female as it's possible to be.
"You mean that? Some people say that . . . but they don't mean it. They get grossed out. They think their friends are going to call them gay. They think the girl isn't really a girl."
"I mean it. If I like someone as a person, and I find them attractive, then that's good enough for me."
"And you like me?" she said.
"Yes I like you."
"And you think I'm pretty?"
"You're beautiful, Jenna."
"And that wouldn't change if . .. you found out . . . that I . . ."
We stared at each other as the seconds ticked by.
"Then kiss me," she whispered, fresh tears running down her face. "Please."
Our lips met and I gently kissed her. I couldn't help but graze my fingernails down her arms again. She groaned. And our lips parted.
"I'm going to turn around!" she said. "Just promise you won't hate me."
"I promise," I said.
She shuffled her ass round and crouched in front of me. I looked her up and down, my eyes absorbing her gorgeous smooth legs, her little waist, her small breasts . .. and an uncontrollable bulge, tenting the material of her denim shorts.
She looked at me, panting, on the verge of yet more tears.
"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.
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!"
"This time I want to fuck you on your knees."
Her body writhed. "Are you always this dominant?" she said.
"No, not always. Sometimes I'm far more dominant than this."
"Oh God'," she said, with a tremble. "Just tell me what to do."
I grinned. I wasn't going to go very hard on her. It would be irresponsible, but fucking her on her hands and knees would be a nice, gentle start for today.
"OK, get on your hands and knees," I said, "and face yourself toward the foot of the bed."
With extreme difficulty, she crawled up. Her muscles were still shaking, but she hauled herself into position. Her face looked down toward the sheets.
"Look up," I said, and she complied.
She expelled a little gasp as she realized she was looking straight into the large mirror on my wardrobe door.
"I want you to watch your face as you get fucked," I said with a grin.
I positioned myself behind her, with my cock raging. I grabbed the lube and squirted another load into my hands. Then I worked it around her little anus. In the mirror, I could see her eyes roll back into her head. I slid my lubed finger inside her, giving her the thick, fresh coating she'd need to take another pounding. Her ass opened up quicker this time, eagerly accepting my finger.
Once she was done, I coated my cock for extra slickness.
Satisfied we were both ready, I wiped my fingers on a tissue and looked at her prostrate body. I couldn't help but reach under her and knead her tits with my hand, then trace my fingers along her stomach until I could wrap them around her hard, throbbing dick. She moaned as I gave her the tiniest of little jerks.
"Fuck me," she panted.
I was going to do just as she asked, and this time I was going to fully enjoy myself. She was going to get an asshole full of spunk.
I drew myself up behind her and gripped the base of my cock. Gently, I began to slap the head against her pucker. She whimpered.
"Are you ready?" I said.
"Yes!" she said, then lowered her face all the way down to the sheets, and reached around with her hands, spreading her butt cheeks. "Please!"
I grinned, then slowly pushed my dick inside her. Bit by bit, she took it. I watched her face in the mirror, as it screwed up in pleasure tinged with pain. As I pressed myself inside her, a throb of pleasure surged along my cock. God, she felt good. I eased myself in and out of her, groaning as her warmth enveloped my shaft over and over.
She was tight, but as I continued to thrust, she began to loosen. Little whimpers left her lips every time I sank myself into her, all the way to my balls.
I began to pick up the pace, thrusting faster and harder. Jenna started to moan loudly. In the mirror, I saw her bite down onto the sheets.
It was time.
In a roar of pleasure, I started to pound her full pace, full strength.
"Fu . . . uuuu . . . ckkk!" Jenna moaned, her voice juddering. Fresh tears leaked from her eyes, and drool spilled from her mouth.
Surge after glorious surge of pleasure flooded along my shaft.
"You like this?" I growled.
"Yea . . . hhh."
I raised one of my hands and slapped it down onto her ass. I watched the impact ripple through her.
"Oh . . . God," she moaned.
"You like that!"
Her head nodded as her face burrowed into the sheets.
"Look up at me!" I ordered. "Look at my eyes in the mirror"
Her head tilted up, but her teeth still gripped the sheets.
I unleashed again, this time on her other cheek. She wailed. Her pupils wide and crazy. Then I spanked her again, and again. Her ass began to glow pink.
I kept spanking her as I thrust. The surges of pleasure running up and down my shaft were almost too much to handle.
"You like being dominated?" I rasped.
Her head nodded, her eyes locked onto mine.
"Are you gonna cum?"
Her head nodded again.
Her back began to arch. Her groans deep and rhythmic. Her ass started to tighten.
Then she spurted. Big ropes of cum ejected from the head of her cock all over the sheets. She screamed in pleasure.
It was too much for me. Watching this beautiful girl cum, watching her blow her load, watching her teeth clamp down onto the sheets-it forced me over the edge. Suddenly, a big rush of cum surged along my dick and expelled itself deep in Jenna's ass. Each of my thrusts was joined by a fresh pulse of sperm and a powerful wave of sexual gratification.
"Fuck," I moaned, as I slowed my pace. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Slowly, I pulled out of her, watching her anus pulse over and over. Little globs of semen squeezed out of her with each contraction.
She collapsed onto the sheets, her body jumping and twitching. A damp puddle of tears and drool coated the sheets near her face, joined, almost certainly, by a large sticky trail of spunk under where she lay.
"James, oh God, James," she whimpered.
"You're wonderful, Jenna," I said, soothingly and ran my hand through her hair. She didn't move, but her eyes quivered open and she looked over at me.
I lay next to her.
"Come here," I said, opening my arms for her.
Her sexually broken body struggled to do anything but tremble, so I carefully slid my arms under her and drew her close for a hug.
"Th . . . ank . . . you," she managed as I held her close.
As I embraced her, my hands soothed across her delicious skin. She nuzzled my neck as I stroked her. I became lost in calm, wonderful post-orgasmic bliss. Time lost its meaning. I didn't look at my clock and I didn't want to. Our bodies fitted together so well, I felt we could have lain like that forever. As the minutes, or perhaps hours, passed, I noticed Jenna had begun to sleep. I kissed her lightly on the cheek, and soon after my eyelids began to sink. I entered my own state of beautiful slumber.