Date: Sun, 02 Feb 2003 00:11:18 +0000
From: marcia st.denis <marciatv@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jenn's Hunger

Jenn's Hunger (Hard Time Sex - Prequel)

Copyright by Marcia St.Denis and Jennifer Stewart.

This story is a prequel to an earlier story called Hard Time Sex and was
begun soon after we finished our earlier collaboration. Unfortunately, it
has been more than a year since I have been able to reach Jennifer to get an
OK from her to publish this final version of the story. Since I have not
heard back from her, I am sending it in for your enjoyment just as I
finished it.  I only hope that my interest in perversely exciting characters
and situations has not gone too far for her to be happy with it. My primary
wish is that our many fans will derive great pleasure over many readings. It
is why I write trannie erotica in the first place: as a gift to you.

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.com


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
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 had 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.