Last summer, I came home after finishing the second semester of my sophomore
year at the University of Connecticut. Once I was home, I fell into my old
routines, hanging out with the usual crowd who were also home for the summer
from their various schools. Through a friend, I “met” a girl named Rebecca,
and there was an instant attraction between us. I say “met” because I did
know her vaguely in high school, but we had never been close friends.
Within days, she and I were a couple, and I fell in love with her before I
even knew it.

Later that same summer, Rebecca and I went to Vermont with a group of
friends to stay in a timeshare condo owned by my friend’s parents. Since we
were a couple, we got a bedroom all to ourselves, one with a king-sized bed
and its own bathroom. You can imagine what was going through my head when I
thought of the two of us together, alone at night with no one to disturb us.
I don’t want to come off like a horn dog or anything, but young men have
needs. I was also a virgin at the time, as was Rebecca, and I was eager to
lose my virginity to a girl who meant so much to me.

I could never have predicted the surprise that was in store for me.

As I had hoped, things got hot and heavy between us, almost as soon as we
were in bed. I knew this was the moment. But then something went wrong.
Rebecca became upset and afraid that I wouldn’t love her anymore if we had
sex. That wasn’t true, of course, but I still wanted to do it REALLY badly.
That’s when she revealed the biggest shocker of my life: Rebecca had a
penis. She had been born a boy and had chosen, before I ever knew her, to
become a girl as she believed she was meant to be. For many years, she had
been living as a girl, though hidden in her panties was a six inch penis and
a pair of testicles.

At first, I didn’t know how to react, until I came to the slow realization
that I didn’t care. I loved her and the fact that she didn’t have a vagina
did nothing to change that. In fact, as our love-making began, I discovered
that a penis could actually be a lot more fun than I had ever imagined a
vagina would be. I mean, with a vagina, you can lick it or you can put your
penis into it. Her butt was a more than adequate substitute for that and,
in addition, her penis could be licked, sucked, stroked, jerked, or put my
own ass. Not to mention the fact that a penis gives you a little reward at
the end. I mean, pussies are OK but it’s nice to have something solid and
warm to hold in your hand. But I digress. If you want to read about our
first night, check out “Rebecca’s Secret”.

Sadly, that perfect, transcendant summer had to come to an end. Rebecca had
to go back to California for school while I remained relatively close to
home – meaning, the other side of the country. We talked about our
relationship for a long time and decided the best solution was to put it on
hold while we were apart. We could date other people as long as we remained
true to one another in our hearts. That was obvious, though. It didn’t
really need to be said. I could never love anyone but her and I knew she
felt the same way. So, after a night of sex that made our first time seem
like a cuddling contest, we said goodbye.

When I got back to school, I had no interest in finding another girl. I was
still too hung up on Rebecca. But, as the weeks went by, I began to think
more seriously about finding someone. Rebecca didn’t want me to be alone
all year and, to be perfectly honest, I didn’t want to be alone either. I
began to date other girls, some only once or twice, some more seriously. No
one really made me feel the way Rebecca did, though. There was no spark
between us.

That wasn’t the only problem. I had come to discover that, once you go
tranny, you never go back. The sex was decent, when I could get it, but it
simply didn’t compare to the kind of experience I had with Rebecca. A pussy
simply wasn’t enough anymore. I needed a girl with balls, if you know what
I mean.

On Halloween night, I found the girl I was looking for, right under my nose.

***************
Tina and me
***************

On a whim, I decided to take a Creative Writing course during the Fall
semester. I had enjoyed writing “Rebecca’s Secret” and I seemed to have
some talent for the written word, plus I needed the English credit, so I
figured it was a good idea. The course was actually fairly popular so I was
lucky to get in. My first day of class, I walked into the door of a packed
classroom and quickly scanned for the only free desk, which was in the back.
I moved towards it and sat down. To my right was a goth-looking dude
dressed in black.

To my left was a sinewey blonde girl wearing a long, flower-print skirt and
a Rainbow Brite t-shirt that wasn’t faded enough to actually be from the
1980’s, but which I assumed was reprinted as retro fashion. She also wore
open-toed sandals on her feet, a hemp necklace, and several hemp bracelets.
She was your typical modern hippie, not the kind of person I had too much in
common with, but she had an open, friendly face and luminous blue eyes.

“Hi,” I said, smiling to her.

“Hey,” she replied, blushing, and then turning away. She was shy, I guess.

“I’m Jordan,” I told her.

“I’m Tina.”

“Are you an English major?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” she said, “but this isn’t a required course.”

“I need the English credit,” I explained, “but I like to write short stories
so I figured it was a good fit.”

“Cool,” she said, finally meeting my eyes.

Things went on like that between Tina and me over the next few weeks. Every
day, I would walk into the classroom to find Tina already sitting at her
usual desk. I would smile at her, she would smile back, and we would
exchange idle pleasantries until the professor arrived. Sometimes we would
talk after class while she waited for the bus, but not every time.

The process was beginning to frustrate me. I really liked her. Despite the
fact that she was so shy, I was able to learn a few things about her. She
was 18, a freshman, and she was from New Hampshire where she lived with her
parents, two brothers, and one sister. She also also very bright, funny
when she worked up the courage to make a joke, and an excellent writer. Her
specialty was poetry. Her stuff was amazing, much better than mine. She
hated to read in front of the class but, when she did, everyone was blown
away. Especially me.

Meanwhile, my talent for writing short fiction was growing, and the
professor was impressed. Tina always gave me positive feedback on my
writing and encouraged me whenever she could. There wasn’t much positive
feedback to give on my poetry, though. I stank. Tina, on the other hand,
had the opposite problem. She was great with language and images, but had
trouble with things like plot and characterization. On Friday, a week
before Halloween, our professor assigned everyone in the class to bring one
poem and one story to class the following Friday, then dismissed us.

“Hey Tina,” I said, catching up to her as she walked towards the bus.

“Hey,” she said. “What’s up?”

“I was thinking and I wanted to ask you something.”

“OK?”

“Do you want to come over to my place on Thursday and read each other’s
stuff? I’ve been struggling with my poems and I was hoping maybe you could
give me some pointers. I could try to give you some pointers too.”

“Uh, yeah, that sounds alright.”

“Awesome. We’ll work out the details later. I think that’s your bus
coming.”

“Oh yeah. Umm, see ya.”

“Bye.”

The next Thursday, as we had planned, Tina came over at 7:00 PM with her new
poem and her new story. My roommate was gone so we had the place to
ourselves to read and talk about our work. It was an unseasonably warm
night so Tina had showed up in a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a
peach-colored tanktop which showed off her lithe body, pleasantly round
butt, and c-cup breasts. I actually found it a little hard to concentrate
since every time she leaned over, I got a nice view of her cleavage.

She read my poem and I read hers. Then she read my story and I read hers.
The subject matter was shocking, but something I knew a lot about. It was
about a girl whose dating a boy but feels unable to express her desire for
him because she knows that they can’t have sex without her revealing her
darkest secret – she’s a pre-op transsexual.

The gears in my mind started to turn and I began to look at Tina in a new
way. Sure it was possible that the story was truly just a piece of fiction
or perhaps even intended as symbolic metaphor. That’s probably what she
expected me to think. But was it possible that her story was based on a
true experience? Was it possible that Tina had her own secret as well? I
looked at her closely. She had a feminine face and body, but she was tall
for a girl, nearly six feet. Not only that, the way she wrote about the
transsexual lifestyle was so accurate, even down to the subtleties of
emotion, which I had picked up on from Rebecca.

I knew there was only one way to proceed. I would tell her the truth about
myself and see if she responded in kind. I wasn’t ashamed of Rebecca, but
it wasn’t something I wanted to broadcast to the world, either. Tina,
however, I felt I could trust.

“This is a very realistic story,” I told her. “You really captured what
it’s like to be a transsexual.”

“I did?” she asked hesistantly.

“Yeah,” I told her. “If I tell you a secret, will you keep it?”

“Of course.”

“You know my girlfriend Rebecca that I’ve mentioned to you a few times?”

“Yeah . . .”

“She’s a transsexual. She was born male but now lives as a woman.”

“Is she a post-op?”

“No. Pre-op. She’s still got all her parts.”

“Have you two . . . had sex?”

“Many times,” I said, grinning a little despite myself. “I didn’t know she
was a transsexual when we started dating. She only told me later. I was a
little weirded out at first, but it didn’t last long. The way I figured –
just because she had been born a man didn’t mean she was any less of a woman
now. At first, I thought the whole penis thing would be too much, but I
actually liked . . . I’m probably getting too graphic.”

“That’s OK,” she said with a laugh. “Thank you for trusting me. I won’t
tell anyone.”

“You know,” I said, “you can tell me anything you want too.”

Tina looked into my eyes and opened her mouth to speak. Then she closed it
again. I felt something pass between us but it was gone in the blink of an
eye. Tina looked at the clock on my desk and told me that it was time for
her to go. She had an 8 AM class. I thanked her for coming over and for
her help with my poem. I opened the door for her and, as she walked past
me, I put my hand on her elbow. She turned to face me and I suddenly
realized how class we were. Well, there was only one thing to do now. I
leaned in and closed my eyes. Our lips brushed together softly, then
parted.

“Goodnight,” I told her.

“Goodnight,” she said in a whisper, and then she was gone.

************
Halloween
************

That kiss was on my mind all the next day. I looked forward to coming to
class and talking to Tina about what had happened, maybe even ask her out to
a Halloween party that night, or hear an answer to my prayers in the form of
Tina confessing to me that she was a transsexual. I kept running over the
events of last night, as well as the last few weeks, trying to find some
clue which would tell me beyond any doubt that Tina had a cock in those cut
off shorts. She was nearly everything I wanted, all rolled up into one
package, but did she have a package? That was the question.

As it turned out, our teacher had some kind of family emergency to deal
with, so our Creative Writing class was cancelled that day. I never even
saw Tina. Dejected, I went home and took a nap for a few hours, until it
was time to meet up with my friend Gabe. He and I were going on a little
shopping excursion to find the last missing pieces for our Halloween
costumes. He was going as a gym teacher and I had made my own Superman
costume, a deliberately cheesy one constructed from blue sweatpants and a
sweatshirt, a logo cut off of Gabe’s old Superman t-shirt, red briefs, and a
red sheet for a cape. It looked bad, but I knew people would love it.

Once we were all dressed, we met up with some more friends, and went from
party to party. As always happens, the group tapered off, as one guy got
sick and went home or another hooked up with a girl or another just seemed
to be swallowed up by the crowd. Around 1:00 AM, we found ourselves at a
house party in an off-campus condo not far from the dorms. I was drinking,
not a ton but just enough to add some more fun to the atmosphere, and just
having a good time in general. My Superman costume was a big hit,
particularly with the girls.

At one point, as I was talking to a redhead dressed like Audrey Hepburn, a
guy with zombie make-up, shredded clothes, and a knife sticking out of his
back approached me. I didn’t know him but we had talked a bit since I
arrived at the party and even been partners for beer pong. He was a pretty
cool guy so, when he told me, “There’s this girl whose costume you should
see outside”, I went with him.

We walked outside where a second beer pong table had been set up and groups
were playing or watching or just milling about. As my new undead friend led
me towards the girl, I stepped on a beer can, and it sprayed all over my
foot. So I was looking down when he finally brought me to the girl. I
looked up and my eyes moved from her blue boots to a blue, pleated skirt,
and from past a yellow belt to a skin-tight spandex top with an “S” logo
over the c-cup breasts, to a pretty face framed by flowing, blonde hair.

“Superman,” said the zombie, “meet Supergirl.”

It was Tina. For the first time, I was seeing her dressed up with her hair
done and even wearing a little bit of make-up. She had been beautiful
before. Now she was breath-taking. Plus the Supergirl costume was super
sexy. Judging by the way her eyes over me, I could tell that she was
feeling more than just appreciation for my fine tailoring skills.

After explaining to our zombie friend that we knew each other already, Tina
and I excused ourselves, and went for a little walk. I took her hand in
mine, not knowing how she would react, but hoping she wouldn’t pull her hand
away. She didn’t. We talked about the kiss we had shared the previous
night and I told Tina that it had been more than just a kiss to me. I
really liked her and wanted to know if she felt the same way.

“I guess so,” she said quietly.

“Well, do you or don’t you?” I asked, trying to coax a solid answer out of
her.

“I do like you,” she said.

“But do you like me the same way I like you?”

“Yes . . .”

“Then what’s the problem? We should be together.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend, though?”

“She and I agreed that we could date other people once the school year
started. That won’t be a problem. At least, not for me.”

We walked together in silence a little further. I could sense that Tina
wanted to tell me something, hopefully the something I was waiting to hear,
so I finally stopped and took both her hands in mine. I squeezed them
lightly and kissed her on the forehead, then the cheek, and finally her
pale, pink lips. When she opened her eyes, she looked away, but I put my
finger under her chin and made her look into my eyes.

“I have to tell you something,” she said at last.

“What?” I asked, my heart pounding.

“I can trust you, right? Even if you hate me after I tell you this, you
can’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t hate you. But I promise I won’t tell.”

“OK,” she said, then took a deep breath. “That story I wrote . . . it was
based on me . . . I’m a . . . transsexual.”

“Pre-op?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, nodding. She had begun to cry, so I opened my arms, and
let them envelope her. I held her as she cried softly for just a few
moments, then moved away so that I could kiss her again. This time, it
wasn’t just the kind of soft, nervous kisses we’d had so far. This was a
full-on lip lock. At first, Tina remained rigid, but soon she began to
relax and she leaned her body into mine, pressing her tits against me. Our
lips opened and our tongues met. When it was over, I looked into her
brilliant, blue eyes and ran my fingers through her silky, blonde hair.

“The girl in your story was in love with a boy she thought she couldn’t have
sex with,” I said. “Was that boy based on anyone real?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Anyone I know?” I asked.

“You.” We both smiled.

“We can give that story a happy ending,” I said. “My roommate is gone for
the night. I have the room to myself.”

“I’m nervous.”

“So am I. But excited too.”

“Promise you won’t be grossed out by me?”

“I wasn’t grossed out by Rebecca. Why do you think I would be grossed out
by you?”

“She was your girlfriend. You loved her.”

“Well, you’re my girlfriend now. Come on. Let’s go back to my place.”

Tina and I managed to get a ride from a frat boy I knew. His fraternity had
a sober driver organization that could be called upon to ferry around drunk
members. As it so happened, the frat boy I knew had plenty of room in the
car, so he said it would be fine for Tina and me to ride along. We sat
together in the back seat, holding hands, both quietly dreaming of what
would await us when we got to my dorm.

A few minutes later, we were there. I thanked the driver (and the friend
who had hooked me up) and together Tina and I walked into my building. I
had to sign her in since it was a school regulation but soon we were on the
elevator, heading up. When we reached my floor, we walked down the hall,
and Tina waited as I opened the door. I flicked on the light and moved
excitedly into the room.

Tina was admiring a poster on my roommate’s wall when I suddenly grabbed her
from behind and pulled her down on to my lap. She was surprised at first
but then, when she felt my arms around her waist, pulling her tightly
against my body, she soon relaxed. She allowed me to nuzzle my face into
her hair and then begin to kiss her long, slender neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” I told her.

“Shh,” she said. “I am not.”

“You’re a goddess.”

“I’m not that either.”

“You’re the perfect woman.”

“Do you really mean it, Jordan?”

I removed my face from her neck and looked into her dazzling blue irises.

“I mean it, Tina,” I told her. “There’s no other girl within thousands of
miles I’d rather be with.”

“Do you love me?” she asked. I breathed deeply.

“I do love you,” I said, “but I can’t be in love with you because of . . .”

Before I could say another world, Tina’s lips were on mine. Feeling her
kiss, my cock began to stir inside my sweat pants, and it pressed achingly
against her shapely ass. Sensing it there, Tina began to grind her hips,
ever so slightly. Without breaking the kiss, Tina managed to pivot her
body, so that she was still sitting on my lap, but now she was facing me,
with her long legs wrapped around my waist.

“I had to ask,” she said, “because I had to know if you were honest enough
to admit that you weren’t in love with me.”

“Does this mean we can’t sleep together?” I asked pitifully.

“Of course not,” she said, smiling shyly. “But I wouldn’t sleep with a guy
who would lie to me. I just had to test you. Congratulations. You
passed.”

I didn’t waste a second. Knowing now that Tina was going to go all the way
with me, I kissed her again. As our tongues gently searched one another’s
mouths, I reached down, and pulled my sweat shirt out of my belt, and pulled
it up over my chest. We broke the kiss and the shirt came off. I tossed it
aside, then Tina placed her hands on my shoulders. She slid them down over
my chest and then around to my back, feeling the muscles of my body.

I knew Tina well enough to know that she wasn’t the take charge type of
girl. I would have to be the one to initiate the things we did. So I
decided to take the initiative and pulled Tina’s own spandex top off. She
was topless now except for a white bra she had worn underneath. I leaned
her back and began to kiss her breasts through the soft material. Tina
closed her eyes and sighed. I ran my hands up her back until I found the
clasp of the bra and deftly unhooked it.

When I stopped, Tina opened her eyes, and looked at me with hints of
nervousness and expectancy. I pulled the straps of the bra off her
shoulders and it fell around her waist. Tina’s arms were folded across her
chest and she blushed when I smiled at her. Delicately, I placed my hands
over hers, and pulled them away. Her breasts bounced into place before my
eager eyes. They were utterly flawless. Two fairly-large pink nipples
stood at perfect attention within the center of the creamy, white flesh. I
reached out and placed my hand upon them. Slowly, I began to knead Tina’s
breasts, and she closed her eyes again.

It didn’t last for very long, however. Tina opened her eyes again and rose
to her feet. She stood in front of me, letting me drink in the sight of her
marvelous figure. She was statuesque with a slender body and long, graceful
limbs. She extended her hands to me and I accepted them, letting her help
me to my feet. Once I was standing, Tina knelt down, and lifted up my right
foot to remove my red boot. She did the same for the other boot and my
socks. Next she pulled down my sweat pants, the belt, and the briefs I had
been wearing as part of my costume. I now stood only in my boxer shorts,
which already had a tent in them. Tina remained kneeling.

“Do you have any condoms?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said, a little disappointed. I mean, come on. I knew we were
both clean and it’s not like she was going to get pregnant.

“Where are they?” she asked.

“In my desk,” I said. I’ll get them.”

I walked over to my desk and opened the top drawer. I reached inside and
removed two condoms – one blue, one pink. I returned to the spot I had been
standing in a moment earlier and handed the pink condom to Tina while
keeping the blue one for myself. It was really a rather odd experience.
Rebecca and I had never used them before so this was my first time giving a
condom to a girl for her to use.

“One for you, one for me,” I said. She looked hesitant as she fiddled with
the condom. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Um, this isn’t big enough,” she said.

“I’ve already tried these,” I said. “They fit fine.”

“Not big enough for me,” Tina clarified.

Realization dawned on me ever so slowly. The condoms that were a little
snug on my larger-than-average penis were too small for her penis. I had
assumed Tina’s dick would be like Rebecca’s – small, dainty, and feminine.
But don’t get me wrong about my reaction to this news. I was more than
thrilled. I could barely contain my excitement as I asked:

“Can I see it?”

At last, Tina rose to her feet. Meanwhile, I sat back down on the bed so
that I was eye-level with her waist. She cautiously pulled down the pleated
skirt that served as part of her Supergirl costume. When she stood back up,
I could see the unmistakable bulges in the blue panties she wore. I don’t
think I was prepared for just how big those bulges would be, though. I
don’t want to sound vulgar, but if I hadn’t known better, I would have
thought this girl was hiding a banana and two plums in her panties.

At first, Tina didn’t do anything. She just stood there, trembling
slightly. To calm her, I offered to show her mine first. But Tina shook
her head.

“No,” she said. “If that’s what you want me to do, I’ll do it.”

Tina hooked her thumbs around the elastic waistband of her panties and began
to pull them down. The first thing I noticed was the sizable patch of
golden blonde pubic hair. It was natural, not shaved. It was keeping with
Tina’s personality that she let it grow wild. She loved all things natural
and free. She continued pulling her panties down and I saw the base of her
cock where it met her body just below that yellow forest of hair. She kept
pulling and more and more inches of girl meat were revealed. At last, her
pink head sprang out. She kept pulling her panties down to her knees and
then stood up straight for me to inspect her.

It was glorious. Her cock had to be at least 8 inches long and it wasn’t
even erect. It dangled down, not too thick, but proportionate for its
length. She had been circumsized and her organ was capped with a smooth,
pink head. Her sack was a sight to behold as well. It hung very low
between her legs, the weight of her huge balls being pulled down by gravity.
And there was hair everywhere. Rebecca had shaved her balls and kept her
pubic hair trimmed. Not Tina. It sprouted out from either side of the base
of her cock and her scrotum was covered with the little, curly hairs. It
was beautiful in all ways.

But don’t get the impression that this enormous package and the hair did
anything to detract from Tina’s beauty. In fact, the opposite was true.
Her cock and her nuts provided the perfect contrast to the rest of her –
making her seem even more alluring and feminine. Tina’s cock wasn’t
masculine, by any means, however. Unless you’ve been with a transsexual,
you probably can’t appreciate it fully, but there is a world of difference
between a boy’s cock and a girl’s. All eight inches of Tina were pure
woman.

“Do you like it?” she asked innocently.

“Tina, it’s incredible,” I said, and added, “but in a good way. A very,
very good way.”

“Thank you,” she said, blushing. “You don’t think they’re too big?”

“I just hope you don’t think mine is too small!” We both laughed. “But now
let me see that butt of yours first.”

Tina turned around and lifted up her skirt to get a peek at her ass. It was
wider than Rebecca’s, and not quite as rounded, but still very lovely. The
skin was a milky white with a touch of ruddiness. I placed one hand on
either cheek and caressed them lovingly, feeling the silky smoothness, and
then I began to knead the flesh gently. As I massaged her butt, my motions
caused the twin cheeks of her ass to move apart, revealing the small, pink
hole in between.

I put my thumbs together and used them to pry Tina’s butt cheeks as far open
as I could without discomforting her, then leaned forward until my face was
a few inches from her waiting hole. I savored the delicious and familiar
scent for only a moment before I stuck out my tongue and licked the rubbery
orafice. Tina’s knees buckled slightly and she leaned forward, providing me
even freer access to her most private area.

First, to ease her into the whole process, I began to lightly tease Tina’s
butthole with the tip of my wet tongue. I moved it in circles around the
rim, coating it with saliva until it glistened. I ran my tongue up from her
hole to the small of her back, then down again so near to her dangling
ballsack that I could feel the hairs tickle my tongue. I lapped at her anus
for a few moments and Tina began to moan.

She began to move her hips in the same rhthym as my licking, arching her
back and sticking out her ass as my tongue moved up, then straightening
slightly as I moved down. I removed my hands from her butt cheeks,
preferring to do all the work with my mouth so that I could feel the flesh
of her ass against my face. I ran my hands up and down the fronts of her
slender thighs as I happily devoured her butt. She continued moaning
delightedly and I could feel her legs becoming unsteady.

“Why don’t you come on the bed?” I suggested. “Just lie down flat on your
stomach.”

Tina did as I instructed without a word. She turned around and her cock
swung around, nearly hitting me in the face (not that I would have
complained.) She lay down on the bed, face-down, and spread her legs as
wide as she could on the narrow mattress. I knelt between her feet and
lowered my face to her lovely rump. I dove in without bothering to use my
hands. I found the hole at once and began burrowing as deep as I could with
my tongue.

As I licked and sucked her asshole, she began to raise her body to a
crawling position. I’m not even sure she was conscious of doing it.
Regardless, she was soon on her knees, with her face against the pillow.
Her beautiful, egg-like balls dangled right before me, teasing and
tantalizing me. I reached out and cupped them in my hand, fondling them
gently as I continued probing her nether regions.

I had been playing with Tina’s nuts for maybe twenty seconds when she seemed
to realize what I was doing and closed her thighs together. I withdrew my
hand just in time to escape being trapped. Tina arched her back and turned
to look at me. “Don’t do that,” she said.

“Do what?” I asked.

“Touch me there,” she said.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to touch me there. I want you to think of me as a
girl and you can’t think of me as a girl if you’re touching my . . . you
know.”

“You are a girl, Tina. I don’t think of you as anything but that.”

“Just don’t do it. I can’t feel feminine if you do it. And don’t touch my
. . .” she was embarassed to say the word “. . . my penis, either.”

I promised her I wouldn’t touch it if she didn’t want me to, although I felt
pretty disappointed by her behavior. I was looking forward to sucking on
those heavenly balls and that divine cock, maybe even feeling the latter
inside me. But I wasn’t even allowed to touch it. Rebecca had never been
this way with me. She never thought that touching her dick or her sack made
her less of a woman. That didn’t matter, though. Tina wasn’t Rebecca and I
had to do what she wanted.

Although Tina didn’t want me to interact with her cock, I certainly had no
objections to her interacting with mine. She told me she had never given
anyone a blowjob before but had always wanted to try.

“I’m turned on by the idea of giving another person pleasure,” she
explained. “That gives me pleasure.”

That was fine by me. Tina and I switched places so that now I was the one
lying on the mattress. I was on my back and Tina was on top of me, facing
the other direction, in the classic 69 position. Tina carefully extracted
my cock from my boxer shorts through the hole in the front, then began to
stroke it slowly. It was rock hard and it twitched in her tender grip.

Normally, when I’m getting a handjob, I close my eyes to maximize the
sensation, but I didn’t want to close my eyes with this view. Tina’s ass
and hanging scrotum were suspended over my chest. I marvelled at the size
of her balls and the sleekness of the cock which hung down on the opposite
side. I knew I couldn’t keep staring at them without touching them, so I
distracted myself by lifting up my head and continuing the analingus we had
begun before.

At last, I felt Tina’s long, blonde hair brushing against my thighs as she
lowered her mouth to the swollen, pulsing head of my cock that was now so
engorged with blood that it hurt. I felt her lips close around the tip and
her tongue circled the edge a few times before poking gingerly at the pee
hole, tasting the precum that had been steadily leaking out of me.

She lowered her face even farther, taking the top half of my dick into her
mouth. It felt steamy hot inside and I released a moan that was muffled by
the ass flesh in which my face was currently buried. Tina closed her cheeks
tightly around my cock and ran her tongue all around the shaft, savoring the
taste, and making me slightly envious that I could not do the same to her.
She moved down again, taking more of my inches, and soon she was bobbing up
and down.

It may have been Tina’s first blowjob, but she did very well. I think that
anyone who owns a penis knows how to manipulate one. Even if Tina wanted to
deny that part of her body, she subconsciously knew the best places and the
best ways to touch it to draw the most pleasure. She reached down and began
to fondle my balls with one hand, the same manuever she had forbidden me to
do to her.

That pushed me closer to the edge than I wanted to go right now. Still, it
was hard to break away from this incredible sensation. I put my head back
down on the pillow and rested my elbows on her calfs. My hands kneaded the
flesh of her ass while she pleasured me orally. I let her suck on my
throbbing cock for a few minutes longer until I knew I was on the verge of
an orgasm.

“Tina, stop,” I whispered. She lifted her head from my cock.

“Am I doing it wrong?” she asked.

“It’s perfect,” I told her. “I’m just about to cum and I don’t want to do
it yet. Now come over here.”

Tina swung her leg around, then turned her body so that our heads were in
the same direction again. I pulled her on top of me so that her breasts
mashed against my chest. I buried my hands in her soft hair and began to
kiss her. As we kissed, our tongues dancing and frolicking within our
mouths, I reached down and tugged my underwear down as much as I could.
Tina’s penis and testicles mashed against my pelvic region and I revelled in
the sensation.

My hands found her glorious ass again and I began to toy with her asshole
using my index finger. Soon, I was gently pushing it inside her. Once I
felt the muscles relax, and my finger slipped inside, I began to work it
around within her rectum to loosen her up as much as possible to allow for
easier penetration. At first, Tina seemed uncomfortable with my finger
inside her butt, but soon she began to enjoy the sensation, as evidenced by
the way she seemed to deliberately relax her body to provide more access. I
worked my middle finger in as well and Tina sighed hot breath into my mouth.
Once both fingers felt comfortable inside her, I broke our kiss and looked
into her blue eyes as they opened dreamily.

“I want to make love to you,” I told her.

“Aren’t we doing that?” she asked.

“I want to feel myself inside you,” I said.

“How . . .” she began. “I mean, what do I do? How do we do it?”

“Depends on what position you want to be in. Do you want to be on your
hands and knees? Or on your back? Or like a spooning position, on our
sides with my front against your back?”

“I want to be on my back, I think.”

“Great. Good choice.”

She rolled off me as I excitedly swung my legs over the bed, kicked off my
shorts, and stood naked before her. She smiled at me and reached up to
fondle my package for a moment before moving to the center of the mattress.
I instructed her to scoot up as much as she could and tuck the pillow under
her head. I knelt before her, then held her ankles, and lifted then to my
shoulders. Her long dick, which was as hard as mine at this point, fell
back against her tummy. I admired the beautiful girl I was about to fuck,
her stunning aquamarine eyes, her exquisitely sloped breasts, her flat
stomach, and her magnificent girlhood.

The tip of my cock found her anus without a problem. I held it in one
hand to keep it steady and carefully moved my hips forward. The tip touched
the sensitive area and Tina sucked in air with a hiss, but she smiled at me,
encouraging me to continue. I pressed the tip through the stretchy ring
until the head was inside her. I pushed harder through the sphincter,
knowing it would hurt at first, but feel delicious (for both of us) once it
was past this final wall. Tina closed her eyes and clenched her teeth.
Finally, I broke through, and the rest of my cock slid easily inside her.
It was a snug fit: not too loose, not too tight.

“It’s all the way in,” I said. “How does it feel?”

“I can’t describe it,” she whispered. “Amazing. Wonderful.”

“It feels that way for me, too.”

I kissed her ankle and began to withdraw my cock from inside her bowels. I
took it about halfway, then eased it back inside. Back out halfway, back in
again. I did this very slowly so that Tina would have time to become
accustomed to the sensation. She would suck in breath as I entered and
exhale as I withdrew. I told her to try to breathe normally and, as soon as
she began to do so, there was a change in her posture. She seemed much more
open, somehow. I took this as a good sign that it was time for the real
action to begin.

I began to pump her butt quicker and quicker, being careful not to do it so
fast that I blew my load before we’d had time to savor this as much as
possible. Tina closed her eyes and I took the opportunity to admire her
cock as it bounced ever-so-slightly up and down against her stomach. The
loose skin of her scrotum was pulled tight by gravity, showing the outlines
of her testes underneath, and I practically drooled. I wanted to pop them
in my mouth and suck on them like a nursing baby.

Soon, the room was full of the sound of my own sack slapping against her
butt as my pace increased. At first, her hands were above her head until
her moaning became so loud that she used her hands to cover her mouth and
muffle the sound. But she seemed to forget about noise control and, within
minutes, her hands were massasing her breast. She continued to moan loudly
enough that the person on the other side of the wall might be able to hear,
but neither of us was concerned with that. We were in college, after all.

I felt an orgasm approaching and I slowed down to the light pace of earlier.
Tina’s moans turned to sighs. She spoke unintelligible words as if she
were talking in her sleep. Her hands wandered all over her chest and up her
legs, as if enjoying touching her womanly body as I made love to her like a
woman. Without warning, I increased my pace again, and Tina was suddenly
groaning with near-orgasmic pleasure.

This was how we made love. I would ride her hard until I felt too close to
cumming, then slow down to an easy trot (I’m sorry for the horse metaphors
but this girl was hung like one, after all.) Once I felt the danger had
passed, I would quicken again. Thirty minutes slipped by like thirty
seconds. I could have done this for hours but the ache in my balls was
becoming unbearable. I needed to release this load.

“I’m getting close,” I said, pounding her faster than ever.

“Please, Jordan . . .” she murmured.

“What is it, Tina?” I asked.

“I need to cum,” she said. “I need to cum but I can’t without . . .
touching it.”

“Let me do it,” I said. “Let me make you cum.”

“No,” she protested, but weakly.

“Please,” I begged. “We need to cum. Let’s cum together.”

“OK,” she whispered. “Just hurry.”

I could feel my balls churning. I grabbed Tina’s massive dong with one hand
and began to jerk it. She cried out as a long, sticky burst of white cum
shot from her cock and splattered across her chest. Another one followed.
I kept jerking her until my hand was covered with her semen, then I quickly
withdrew my own cock from deep within her. Using her cum on my hand as a
lubricant, I jerked myself off, until I shot my own load right at Tina’s
gorgeous package.

While Tina lay there, panting heavily, I leaned down and began to lick the
jizz from her body. I slurped up the first load and a few scattered ones
that landed on her tits. I drank thirstily from the white pool of her navel
and even licked up the last remnants that had dripped into her pubic hair.
Once I had finished it all, I collapsed down beside her. Tina snuggled
against me and I put my arm around her shoulders.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I asked.

“I felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t cum,” she said with a small
laugh.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Tina. You’re special. You should embrace
that specialness. You can experience a kind of satisfaction that no woman
with a vagina can.”

“I guess so.”

We lay there silently for a few minutes.

“We should probably clean up,” I suggested. “The floor above yours is a
men’s floor, right? I’ll go use that shower.”

“Why not use the one on this floor?” she asked.

“Isn’t it just for girls?”

“Sure, but no one is going to be taking a shower now. Come on. I’ll sneak
you in.”

Tina smiled mischeviously, then climbed off the bed. She grabbed a towel
and wrapped it around her body, just under her arms, then pulled down the
Supergirl skirt that she was still wearing and kicked it aside. I pulled on
my boxer shorts. She grabbed her shower basket and, together, we crept out
into the hall and towards the door leading into the bathroom. Tina told me
to wait. She went inside and emerged a moment later. “All clear,” she
said. She had that mischevious grin again. I knew that this was the real
Tina, I was seeing, with that sexually repressed shyness removed.

She took my hand and led me into the bathroom. We went to one of the shower
stalls and pulled the plastic shower curtain behind us. There was a small
cubicle for changing. Tina stripped off her towel and hung it on a hook,
allowing me a moment to admire her body before she began to tug at my boxer
shorts. I quickly stepped out of them and hung them up as well. Tina began
to run the water and we stepped into the shower.

Our arms found one another’s bodies and we began to kiss more passionately
than we had before. Our cocks became hard again and bumped together as we
made out beneath the stream of hot water. Once we were satisfied, we began
to scrub our bodies with soap. As Tina reached down to clean off my spunk
from her balls, I grabbed her wrists. “Let me do it,” I said. To my
delight, Tina nodded, and handed me the soap.

I washed her cock and her balls thoroughly, covering them with a rich, thick
lather. Tina leaned back against the wall of the shower stall and smiled
contentedly. Whatever hang-ups she had about me touching her cock were
gone, it seemed.

“Can I suck it?” I asked, once the soap was all washed away.

“No,” she said, a little sadly. “I don’t think I’m ready for that just
yet.”

“It’s OK,” I said.

“But there’s something that I’ve always wanted to try,” she said, perking
up. “If you think it’s gross, that’s alright. Just don’t think I’m a
freak.”

“What is it?” I asked curiously.

“I’ve always wanted to have a guy . . . you know . . . pee . . . pee on me.”

“Really?” I asked, genuinely surprised. She looked upset. “No, no, no,
it’s cool with me. I’m just surprised that you’d be into that. But we can
do it if you want. You just have to promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“You’ll do it to me, too.”

Tina smiled and nodded. She knelt down and began to stroke her cock. I
stood, with my back to the water so that my body was blocking the water from
hitting her. I held my cock in my hand and waited for a moment as I got the
waterworks flowing. Another few seconds later, a jet of golden liquid
squirted from the end of my penis, splashing over Tina’s chest. She sighed
and began to stroke herself even faster. With her free hand, she rubbed my
piss all over her tits and neck.

She lowered her face towards the stream and it splashed on her closed lips,
on her nose, and on her forehead. She even lowered her head enough so that
some got in her hair. She raised her head again so that her lips were once
again in the line of fire. Then, tentatively, she opened her mouth and let
a little in. She spit it out, but then opened her mouth wider. I stood
there, looking down as Tina jerked herself off furiously, and my piss filled
her mouth to overflowing before she spit it out only to refill once again.
Just as I felt the end coming, Tina whimpered, and another load of cum shot
from her penis. It was a much smaller load this time, but still very
lovely.

Tina stood up and sucked the cum off her fingers where it mixed with the
piss in her mouth. I expected her to wash it off or to rinse out her mouth,
but she simply smiled a beaming smile at me.

“That was so cool,” she said.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I told her.

“OK, your turn,” she said.

“Calm down, you dirty, little girl,” I said jokingly. “Let me get into
position first.”

“I gotta pee badly,” she said.

Tina and I switched places, so that she was standing with her back to the
water, and I was kneeling before her. She held her flaccid cock in one
hand, aiming it towards my body. I was a little nervous. Rebecca had never
been into anything like this, neither had any girl I’d hooked up with
before. Tina was an enigma, though. I used to think she was just this shy,
nervous little creature. Now I saw that there was a lot lurking beneath the
veneer. I couldn’t judge her, however, unless I wanted to be a hypocrite.
I doubt anyone who looked at me saw a guy who was obsessed with sucking
girls’ dicks.

A hot splash against my chest broke me out of my contemplation and I looked
up to see the yellow water flowing from deep inside Tina’s bladder. I
wasn’t sure what to do so I just allowed Tina to piss all over my body
before I finally summoned the courage to put my face into the stream. It
smelled very pungent so close my nose and I could taste a tang on my lips.
I wanted to open my mouth, as she had done, to receive her piss as she had
received mine, but a mental block kept me from doing it. I had always
associated this smell with something bad. I never thought of it as
something that could be erotic, also. Then again, a few months ago, I
wouldn’t have thought a girl with a penis was erotic either.

I opened my mouth. Tina’s pee hit my tongue and quickly filled my mouth.
The taste was sharper than anything I had ever tasted before and my first
instinct was to close my mouth, but I kept it open. If Tina could do it, so
could I. As the urine continued to fill and refill my mouth, I actually
began to enjoy it. I was careful not to swallow any, because that might
make me sick, but I tempted. After what seemed like a long time, the
pissing stopped. I extended my tongue to catch the last few drops, then
rose to my feet. Tina rubbed her hands over my chest, then we kissed
without bothering to rinse our mouths.

“You didn’t cum again,” Tina said once the kiss was broken.

“I was hoping you could help me out with that,” I told her. Tina flashed
that mischevious smile, knelt down to the floor of the shower stall in front
of me, and opened her mouth.