Future of Porn

*Road Trip Day 1: Texas Twosome*

I knew I’d passed these same two girls in the day-glo yellow Escort Wagon at least twice so far as I slowed down to pace them for a moment. I looked over at the cute redhead, eyes fixed intently on the road, as if it would jeopardize her immortal soul to even so much as glance over at me. On the far side of the front seat, a pretty Spanish-looking girl smiled and waved as I slowly pulled past. I waved back, flashing a big grin, and then pulled out fast, wanting to get to the dig site while there was still some light out.

Their small, overloaded car labored up the west Texas mountains as I shot up the incline. I was in a hurry to tour a Big Bend archaeological dig I’d been interested in while there was still light.

Five hours later, with the sun a large golden disk poised on the crest of the mountains, I saw that same yellow car pulling into a rest station just ahead. I downshifted, shedding some speed, and pulled in behind them just as they were getting out.

Spotting a reason to strike up a conversation. I called out to them from within my car.

“Ladies, I don’t know if you had noticed but it looks like one of your bikes is about to fall off the carrier.” I pointed out the problem bike, which was barely hanging on.

“Crap, not something else!” the small brunette exclaimed with a petulant stomp, and a delightful Latina accent.

I got out and walked over to the carrier, examining where the crossbar that held up the front of the bikes was drooping downward at about a 45-degree angle.

“Yeah, the only thing holding it on at the moment is this one bungee. It looks like the teeth in the plastic gear have all been broken.”

The redhead looked almost ready to cry. I got the impression they’d had a long day, and it was getting longer by the minute.

I thought they were cute sitting in their car; my initial impression was enhanced as they gathered around the rear of the wagon.

The redhead was tall and slender, with long auburn hair the West Texas wind was having a hey-day with. The brunette was considerably shorter, maybe five feet tall, with a body best described as voluptuous. She had a near classic hourglass figure, with a large full chest, generous hips, and a tiny waist. There was at least a half-inch gap between the top of her shorts, and her flat stomach, while her butt looked like it was about to split the seams of the ultra-short jeans at any moment.

I offered to do my best to jury-rig a repair that would keep the two bikes on for the rest of their journey. The girls introduced themselves as Deirdre, the winnowy redhead, and Ana-Maria, the Spanish bombshell, respectively.

Within a few minutes I had the bikes off the back, the carrier removed and was creating a duct-tape and bailing-wire solution that would hold up for a little while. The girls chatted with me as I worked.

“We were just going to have a little dinner. Can we offer you something?” Deirdre was opening a small cooler, displaying a couple of waterlogged sandwiches, in melted ice.

“Ana-Maria, didn’t you change the ice at the convenience store back there?”

“I did, but I think that pedazo-de-mierda cooler don’t keep nothing cold. I’ll see what’s in the vending machines.”

I stopped her, with a touch on the arm. “If I’m not being too forward, there’s a place about an hour from here, the Sutton County Steakhouse. I was headed there for dinner. I’d love to have you both join me, my treat.” They’d already made it clear they were hoping to get past San Antonio before they stopped for the night, so I knew it was on their way.

“That’s really nice of you to offer, but we can’t have you spending your money on us, you hardly know us.” Deirdre interjected, before Ana-Maria could speak.

“Really, I’m relocating back to the East Coast, and I’m on an expense account for this trip, so it’s no problem. My company will pick up the tab, as long as we keep it reasonable. I’ve been on the road for two days alone, and I would really love the company. Otherwise I’ll just have to eat alone. Do you know what it’s like to eat alone in a restaurant, day after day? Please say you’ll join me.”

“I really don’t think we can,” Deirdre insisted, while Ana-Maria, argued that it was better than chips, candy bars, and soggy sandwiches.

“Tell you what, it looks like I’m done here, this should hold for a bit. I’m going to use the restroom, and you two can talk it over. Sutton County Steakhouse has some of the best steaks in West Texas; I promise you won’t be disappointed.” On that note I left the girls chatting against a backdrop of the trademark West Texas sunset, blues, reds, indigos and violets, promising nice weather for the following day.

A few minutes later Ana-Maria was arguing that she wanted to go in my car, just for a change of pace.

“Ana-Maria, are you crazy? You don’t know this guy from Adam! You’re just going to jump in his car in the middle of nowhere? Absolutely not!”

“I have to agree.” I told her. “If you were my sister, I wouldn’t want you getting in the car of a stranger you’d just met, even if he was as charming and obviously trustworthy as me.

“Maybe I have a solution. Deirdre, how about if I give you my driver’s license and registration? You can be pretty sure I won’t be going anywhere too far from you, and if anything funny did happen, you would be able to ID me pretty easily.”

“This is just crazy!” She pouted, but took the proffered laminated card and folded paper.

“It’s no more than an hour and a half away. We just stay on 10 until the exit for Sonora and San Angelo. We’ll stay in sight.”

*Getting Acquainted*

“That chinga is driving me crazy!” Ana-Maria bemoaned as she folded herself into the front seat. She sat with her legs crossed, her tight shorts painting a sexy picture across the tiny gap between her legs. Her white linen shirt was tied up halter style, barely containing her delightful orbs while leaving no doubt they were unencumbered by any bra.

“Two days in a car will do that, even between good friends.” I countered, buckling in while trying to unobtrusively observe those magnificent mounds.

“Ha! We’re hardly good friends. I know her a little bit from school, you know, some friends in common, but we weren’t buddies or nothing. She offered a ride home from school at the end of the year, and I took her up on it. Now that school’s starting again, she called me and asked if I wanted to share a ride back. I figured it would save a little money, and let me bring a little more stuff, but I must have been crazy. The first trip wasn’t too bad, but this time I swear I’m gonna strangle her.”

She was so animated as she spoke, her hands constantly in motion, her body twisting and turning. She was driving me crazy.

“So what’s the problem?” I asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess it all started when her air-conditioner wouldn’t hardly work. And then we had a flat, and we had to empty the whole car, and some jerks tried to help us, and she sent them away. I know they were pendejos, but she could have let them change the tire before she sent them away. And she’s so cheap; she didn’t want a hotel, so we spent almost the whole night driving, crashing for a few hours at a rest stop, where I couldn’t sleep, thinking someone was going to try to break in. I’m so beat.”

“When it rains, it pours.” I lamented, trying to be sympathetic, while unobtrusively taking in her pert nipples.

Ana-Maria must have caught my glance, and looked down to her own chest where her nipples were standing out against her sweat-soaked shirt.

She had the grace to blush a bit, as she looked up at me and smiled. “No problem with your air-conditioner, it blows COLD air.”

I gave a small laugh, and reached forward to make it a little warmer.

Ana reached out and placed her hand on mine, stopping me. “Don’t you dare! It’s the first time I’ve stopped sweating in two days.”

I got goose bumps from the contact. I let the AC continue to blow icy air across her chest. She actually leaned forward and let the air blow down her neckline, while holding her hair up and turning her head from side to side.

“There’s cold beer in the cooler in back - help yourself.” I told her a few minutes later.

“You don’t mind? What about the cops?”

“This is Texas,” I told her, “it’s legal for a passenger to be drinking, just not the driver.”

She turned around and crawled halfway into the back, through the gap between the bucket seats. Her shoulder and breast were rubbing against my right shoulder, and I could feel the result of the contact starting a commotion in my pants.

She turned back around, and dropped with a sigh into the seat again. She handed the can to me, and I popped the top and returned it. I watched her down a third of the Lone Star then sit back with her eyes closed.

“You know, I was kind of scared going with you. I been watching you stalk us for the last two days.” She turned towards me sitting in the seat sideways, her back leaning against the far door.

“Stalk? What are you, crazy?”

“Then how come I see you pass us at least four times? I think you keep following us, and passing us just to keep us in your sight.” She was openly challenging me, clearly expecting an answer.

I laughed aloud. “You think pretty highly of yourself, chiquita. Actually, I’ve got 7 days to make this trip, and I decided to take it slowly. I stopped at the Grand Canyon, the Petrified Forest, the Mesa Indian Ruins, the Painted Desert, and Big Bend National Park. Each time I stop, you guys pass me, and I catch up when I hit the road again. I’m probably averaging over 90 when I’m driving, and I doubt you girls are averaging more than about 50, less going up the mountains.”

She was very pretty when she blushed, I noticed.

I continued, “I must admit, I did follow you into the rest-stop, mostly just hoping to see if you both were as pretty close-up as from afar.”

“And?”

“Prettier. Hard to believe but much prettier.”

She accepted the compliment graciously neither denying the obvious, nor making a big deal of it. She sat quietly for a few easy moments, sipping at her beer. “It is so nice to be in a cool car. I guess you couldn’t help but notice that my tits like it.”

I was a little surprised to hear that announcement. Her nipples were clearly outlined against her sweat soaked shirt, and were standing at attention. I stared longer than I should have.

“I guess I have noticed. You do have very nice breasts, and yes, they seem to really enjoy the cool air.” I grinned as I turned my attention back to the road, spotting Deirdre dropping far behind. I checked my speed - I had edged up to almost 70. I eased back on the gas.

“Yeah,” she said a few minutes later. “Most of the boys like my tetas, they’re my best feature.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I’d say that,” I countered. “I’d have to say the whole package is VERY nice.”

“Thanks,” she answered, leaning back and finishing off the rest of her beer. “Does this seat go back, I’d like to lay back and rest a bit if you don’t mind.” She was pulling at the handle at the side. “I’m so tired.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve got stuff behind that seat, and it won’t go back right now.”

“Oh shoot. You don’t mind if I lie down sideways, do you?”

“Of course not, but I don’t imagine that could be too comfortable.”

She laughed, and pulling a pillow from behind my seat, she placed it across the middle, over the console and emergency break, and then folded her legs, scooting across until her head rested firmly on my leg. Her eyes were closed and her fingers were interlaced across her firm tan belly. She rested there quietly for a couple of minutes, while my mind occupied itself with all types of lascivious dream sequence scenarios.

“Do you really think I’m pretty?” she asked softly, her eyes closed, her head turned slightly, her temple resting against my abs.

I allowed my right hand to caress her across the side of her head, my thumb tracing a line across her temple and cheek. “Beautiful.”

I was rewarded with a small grin. “Liar. I’m not beautiful. Cute maybe, but not beautiful.”

I ran my fingers through her hair, and then again across her cheek. “I don’t lie. You are a beautiful girl.”

“Oh yeah, what color are my eyes?” She teased, holding them tightly shut.

“Green. Dark green, with little brown flecks.” My fingers rested lightly on her eyelids. “Your skin is flawless, a beautiful deep tan, your lips full and inviting. You have high firm cheekbones and a soft chin. Your shiny dark shoulder length hair frames your face perfectly. You are a beautiful young woman.”

“You are a bullshitter, but a sweet bullshitter.” She almost whispered.

My fingers continued tracing her features, and this time, as I stroked her forehead, when my wrist was over her mouth she reached out and place a small kiss on it. My fingers reached down to trace the bow of her lips, and her pink tongue darted out to touch it, then her mouth stayed open. I ran my finger across the inside of her lip, feeling the sharpness of her teeth. She captured my finger with her teeth, licking it, then sucking on it. Her eyes never opened.

When she released my finger, I brought my hand down to her shoulder and neck, caressing the top of her chest. I allowed my hand to drift into the top of her makeshift halter, just running across the beginning swell of her breast.

She reached up and untied the knot on the front of her shirt, separating the two sides, but allowing them to remain laying across her breasts. My breath burned within my chest. I reached across, and lifted the left side away, revealing the most perfect breast I’d ever seen. I allowed my hand to trace the outside, cupping it from underneath, and then following the valley in between.

I traced the curve again, this time getting a little closer to the hard nipple standing straight up, and the puckered pinkness on the top of her breast. After circling it a few times I finally cupped it from below, grasping her nipple between my thumb and the side of my index finger; she moaned. Twisting the nipple slightly I tugged upwards on it and she gasped. Her hand flew down between her legs as if in response.

“Such perfect, beautiful breasts…” I murmured.

“Tits.” She corrected me with a soft insistence.

“Tits. Absolutely perfect tits.”

“Mmmmm,” she purred, with a tiny smile toying with the edges of her mouth, as she relaxed and allowed my hand free reign.

With the implicit consent, I caressed and played with her luscious breasts for the next several minutes. I exposed both and teased them mercilessly. Squeezing, pinching, cupping, caressing, twisting, I would go from lightly brushing them, to crushing them against her chest, to roughly toying with them.

I would take my fingers from her nipples, to her mouth and back again. But she reacted strongest when I pinched and pulled on her nipples, and not gently.

After several miles of this she was breathing hard and moaning almost continuously. Her right hand was rubbing between her legs. I took her hands and place them on her own breasts. She held the nipples between her own fingers and pulled on them hard.

I reached down and started to unbutton her shorts.

“Uh-uh” she cautioned.

Ok, the limits were set. Instead, I reached between her legs, where a strip of cloth no more than an inch across covered her. The heat emanating from her crotch was intense. When I first touched her there she moaned long and hard, but didn’t push me away or complain.

I cupped my hand over her honey-pot, seeing how nicely the shape fit the curve of my hand, softly squeezing. After a few seconds of massaging her mound, to the tune of her encouraging moans, I slid my fingers underneath the denim, and felt the soaking wet cotton beneath.

I grabbed the cloth, pulling it roughly to the side, exposing her bare twat - pink and swollen. I used my middle finger to part her lips, and slowly pushed deep inside her.

With a long moan, she shuddered and clamped her legs tightly around my hand. I could feel her pussy spasming around my hand as she came. She arched her neck and head back, pressing the top of her head against my painfully constricted hard-on.

When she finally came down from her high, her legs parted again, and I stroked in and out of her gently, just playing with her, as she relaxed. After a bit I pulled out of her, repositioning the cloth across that sweet little gap.

She was whispering softly, but I couldn’t make out what she said. I held her breast in my hand, just kneading it softly as her breath slowed and she drifted off to sleep.

I drove on, the technicolor sunset framing Deirdre’s Escort in my rear view mirror. I was painfully hard, but had to just live with it for the moment. As I drove, I turned on some music, and turned the AC back to a reasonable 68. I continued caressing and fondling this cute young girl laying in my lap, much gentler now, just enjoying the sensation of her silken skin running under my fingertips.

Across the slight swell of her belly, along the strong curve of her waist, between the valley of her breasts, across those delicious peaks, tracing her shoulders and neck, along her hairline and through her hair, my hands familiarized themselves with her entire upper body and pretty face. Her slow and easy breathing and relaxed visage amazed me; how could she be so trusting and relaxed with a person she hardly knew? I wasn’t about to complain.

Pulling off the highway at the Sonora exit, I woke Ana-Maria with a small shake. She smiled and stretched languidly, arching. The crown of her head pushed into my erection, and her eyes popped open. She sat up looked over at me.

“We’re almost there,” I told her, “it’s just about a mile ahead.”

“How long was I asleep?” She asked sleepily, suppressing a yawn.

“About an hour.”

“That was really nice,” she told me, placing her hand on my shoulder. “You’ve got a really nice soft touch.” She let her hand travel down my chest to my obvious hard-on. “I guess I owe you one. Sorry to leave you like this.” She accented the apology with a nice squeeze around my shaft.

“Oh no, the pleasure was all mine.” I assured her.

She laughed loudly. “I don’t think so. I believe I got the pleasure. A whole lot.” She took my hand in her own, and pressed my fingers to her mouth where she tenderly kissed them individually.

Reluctantly, I pulled my hand back, needing it to downshift as I pulled into the Steakhouse with Deirdre pulling in just behind me.

***

We were seated immediately at a quiet table for four, near the back, with the girls on either side of me, Ana-Maria to my left with the wall at her back. Deirdre was savoring the cool air, her skin glowing with perspiration just now starting to evaporate. I felt more than fortunate, with two such lovely dinner guests accompanying me.

“I’m so inconsiderate, I never thought to ask, but you girls do like steak don’t you?” I looked from one to the other.

“I could eat a whole cow.” Ana-Maria confessed, as Deirdre said at almost the same time, “It’s one of my favorites.”

“May I make a suggestion then? The KC steak for two will give us a stack of half-a-dozen six-ounce delicious sirloins, more than the three of us are likely to finish. It’s a specialty.”

The girls took my suggestion, allowing me to order the dinner and the wine. No questions were asked about their ages, which was fortunate, and the following hour was spent in delightful conversation, talking about the trip, their studies, and the stops I’d made along the way.

Deirdre was actually a great conversationalist, and had shed some of her wariness during the drive and dinner. She could also eat like a stevedore. They were curious about how I knew about the place, and I explained how it was a popular place with the General Aviation crowd - the perfect $100 hamburger with the local airport flight line only a couple of hundred yards away. That got into a discussion about small planes, and my partial ownership of a Cherokee Six, which I was trying to unload back in LA.

“No, that’s not right either!” I critiqued the pose and then pushed his legs apart again. This time, I made certain I remained leaned over him for several seconds. He had a long time to eye my bountiful cleavage.

“Look up at me,” I told him. “And now look down just a tad.” I made sure his eyes were directly focused on the opening of my blouse. He had no choice but to stair directly at my tits.

“Now keep your eyes on me,” I spoke as I walked backwards towards the canvas. I realized I had partially hidden myself behind the canvas before, which might explain his still flaccid state. This time, I made sure my body was more visible. I stood to the left and made sure he had a direct view of the two big bulges in my chest.

“Keep your eyes pointed up in this direction,” I made sure he could see. “And keep those knees open.”

I immediately noticed it. It was partially inflated, just like it was two days before. I noticed the tip of his cock was now lifted up off the seat of the stool. I think it was even more inflated than before. It was close to five inches long.

“That’s perfect!” I began drawing it with earnest.

Then it grew bigger. The tip lifted up off the stool some more and it grew to about six inches in length. I couldn’t believe it! He was the same length of most men, and yet he was still relatively flaccid. I wondered if had exaggerated enough in my last drawing.

“Oh, that’s very good!” I edged him on. “Keep going! Just a little bit more.”

And he did! His cock continued to elongate I stopped drawing to watch it, but kept my hand up to the canvas to make it look as though I was still drawing.

Before I knew it, Roberto was seven inches long and still growing! His shaft began to rise up from between his legs. It now pointed straight out.

And even more incredible, Roberto didn’t seem to notice. He simply stayed seated and looked up at me with a blank expression on his face. For a moment, I wondered if had forgotten his nakedness. After all, he wasn’t looking down at himself. Maybe he thinks everything is still normal!

It almost jumped up to nine inches. “Oh my God!” I had to say out loud. I know that he heard me, but he still didn’t react. He knew what was happening, but his control was unbelievable. He just kept getting harder and harder, and longer and longer.

I think my words made him get hard even faster. His shaft lifted up some more and inflated to about a ten inch length. It now looked to be just about fully erect. It looked rock hard and incredibly long. I wasn’t sure, but I think he was at a full erection. I waited for a few seconds longer just to make sure, but he only grew slightly. I suddenly realized I was drawing a male model with a full erection.

I wasn’t sure, but I think Roberto nearly had a ten incher. It was almost twice as long as any man I ever saw before. But even with a full erection, he acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary. I think this made it even more arousing for me. Here is a man with a ten-inch cock standing in my house, and he was acting as though nothing is wrong!

I couldn’t believe my luck. Although I had planned the whole thing, I thought to myself, why waste this opportunity?

So, I started to draw his erect cock with urgent fury. “Yes, hold it right there,” I told him, and he did.

“How is the drawing going?” He asked as I drew the mushroom tip of his big cock.

“Fine,” I forced myself to answer. “It’s going just fine. Just putting on a few finishing touches.”

I drew in a few lines of shading to catch the fullness his mushroomed cock-head, and then told him I was done. Roberto immediately got up and went over to the couch.

“How would you like me to pose next?” He asked as he lay down. “How about this?” He laid down on the couch in a very provocative pose, with one leg up the side of the couch and the other dangling off the end. In the center stood his magnificent erection, standing upright and tall at attention. Roberto gave me a clear, unencumbered view of his size. He looked even longer now when I could see it from the side.

“That’s perfect,” I answered as I quickly began drawing again. This time, I started with his cock. I began drawing his cock and balls, and the small area around his waist. I did not bother with his face or other bodily features. The only thing I was interested in was his sexual instrument.

I never realized how exciting it would be to draw a man’s dick, especially a big man. As I looked at it to gather the details, I noticed he was starting to cumm. “That’s very nice,” I had to compliment.

A line of wet pre-cumm traveled down from the tip of his cock to his stomach. I decided to include it into the drawing.

Incredibly, he stayed hard the entire time. It was now going on twenty minutes. He remained at an erection the entire time, even though no one touched or physically stimulated him in any way. I knew the only stimulation he was receiving was through my chest and the rest of my body. I wondered what kind of fantasies he was imagining about my body to keep himself hard. Is he squeezing my big tits? I asked myself. Or is he now imagining himself fucking me? I wondered, as I thought about it myself. All my past boyfriends were normal sized. I never had more than six inches inside me before. I thought about Roberto’s cock and wondered what it would be like to have such a big shaft pushed up into my belly. The thought of it was making me wet.

“Do you want me to make any changes in the pose?” He asked to interrupt my little fantasy.

“No! You’re perfect!” I said with more enthusiasm than I wanted. “I mean, stay frozen. Stay exactly the way you are.”

“You mean full?” He asked to my astonishment.

I didn’t know quite what to say. I never had a model ask me if I wanted him to remain at a full erection. It felt very embarrassing.

“Yes,” I answered before I knew the words were out of my mouth. “Yes, I mean to stay full,” I tried to correct myself but only made it worse.

“That’s no problem,” He answered simply. “As long as I can look back at the artist, I can stay full for as long as you desire.”

I blushed with embarrassment, and then realized how much more embarrassed he was feeling. At least I was wearing something. He was stark naked! And even worse, he had well-endowed sexual features and a full hard-on!

“You like it, don’t you?” Roberto asked after about a minute more.

I knew exactly what he was talking about. “Yes,” I had no choice but to say as I was drawing it. “You are very impressive.”

“Then can I ask what portion of my body you are drawing right now?”

I felt embarrassed. I didn’t want to answer, but I think he already saw the uneasiness in my expression. So I decided to answer truthfully. “Well, your penis,” I said shyly.

“Let me see,” He quickly stood up and walk towards me.

I immediately felt a rush of embarrassment. I had never intended him to see my drawing. I suddenly realized the entire canvas was filled with his big cock. It was the only part of him I was drawing. I wanted to cover it up and did not want him to see, but it was too late.

“Very nice,” He complimented as he looked at it. “I can see you have quite an eye for detail. I can also see that you have been examining me very closely to capture such exquisite detail.”

I felt utterly humiliated. “I’m sorry,” I tried to apologize. I expected him to tear up the drawing and go storming out of the room.

Instead, he looked back at me confused. “Sorry for what?” He said simply, and then went back over to the couch.

I suddenly realized that he didn’t mind me drawing his long shaft. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. I smiled with relief and went back to draw in the final details.

As soon as I was done with the second drawing, Roberto was all ready for the third. “How about this?” He stood up and gave me a side profile. Then he took his finger and pressed it down on the backside of his hard-on so that it pointed straight out of his body.

“Oh my God!” I found myself saying out loud. His cock looked even longer when it pointed straight out. It looked to be about a foot long.

“What did you say?” He asked as he let go and his cock again returned to its normal position.

“No, I mean that was perfect,” I said. “Give me that same pose.”

“You mean like this,” He gave me a side profile again, but did not touch himself.

“No, I mean what you just did before,” I corrected.

He looked back at me confused. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean. Could you show me?”

My heart skipped a beat and I almost forgot to breathe. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to do it myself.

“I mean like this,” I spoke as I stepped forward and went to my knees. I stopped only inches from his long shaft and placed my finger on its backside just as he had done a few seconds earlier.

His cock visibly twitched for me as I pressed down. It felt very hard and was very ridged. I found it necessary to place quite a bit of pressure on it to get it to point straight out from his body.

“Like this,” I instructed as I handled his magnificent tool. “I want to see it pointed out perpendicular like this. Make it look like a handle, like it is a convenient handle for a woman to grab onto and lead you around with.”

I couldn’t believe what I had just said, but Roberto understood. He pushed down on his shaft as I went back to my drawing board.

“Tell me,” I asked as I drew. I was getting braver. “If you don’t mind me asking, how long is it?”

“How long do you think it is?” He immediately answered with a question.

Roberto took me by surprise. I didn’t expect him to request an estimate. I wanted to say it was the longest I had ever seen, but I held back.

“I don’t know,” I answered slyly.

“Come on, take a guess,” He tempted me.

I didn’t know what to say. It looked like it was nearly ten inches long, but I figured my heightened state of arousal probably added another two inches. “About eight,” I fought my embarrassment and answered him.

He smiled back and I immediately knew that I had not underestimated. “Maybe nine,” I quickly added.

“Nine inches?” He answered in the form of a question. “Tell me Linda, do you have a ruler anywhere handy.

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t believe it. This well endowed young man was going to show me exactly how long he was.

“Yes,” I answered without thinking. I indeed had a ruler. Like any good artist, I used it occasionally to make sure I captured the proper perspective.

“Why don’t you get it,” He proposed. “And measure me yourself.”

The pencil I held in my hand sent a dark black mark across the page just before it dropped to the floor. He not only wanted to show me his measurements; he wanted me to take them myself. “Maybe later,” I answered shyly but excitedly. It was all I could say.

I bent down to pick up the pencil and thought about it some more. I never took a man’s measurements, not even the measurements of a normal man. I pictured myself holding a ruler along the side of Roberto’s manhood and couldn’t resist the temptation.

“Actually, maybe I should,” I changed my mind. “I mean, it would help to make the drawing, well, more accurate.”

“Then go ahead,” He offered himself to me.

I quickly went into my box of art supplies and took out a ruler. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was going to measure the length of a guy’s dick, and this was a guy with a really long dick.

Roberto presented himself very calmly as I faced him with the ruler. He no longer touched himself or pointed his dick straight out. Instead, his erection was in its natural state, pointed up at attention.

“Go ahead and take as many measurements as you want,” He offered.

I went down to my knees and touched his member. It again jumped in response. I noticed it was even wetter than before. I made the tip of his cock straight out again and noticed it was soaked with his juices. I then held the ruler along its side.

“How long?” He asked.

“Just wait,” I wasn’t done yet. Given the opportunity, I had to take advantage of it. First I measured the length of one side and then I measured the other. I also took care the measure the top and bottom even though I knew they would be the same.

“Almost ten inches,” I finally concluded. “It’s very impressive!”

“That’s what they all say,” He answered almost in a laugh. “All the women tell me I’m impressive, especially after I give them a good fuck.”

“Fuck?” I said without thinking.

“Yea, they all like getting fucked by a whopper,” He answered casually. “They all like the way it spreads their twats apart and penetrates them so deep. Every woman likes a deep penetration.”

I still held his cock in my hand. As he spoke, I imagined it penetrating me. It was capable of screwing into me farther than any man had ever gone before. And it also looked abnormally thick and wide. I wondered how much it would spread me apart.

“Have you ever met a girl who wasn’t able to take it all?” I had to ask.

“Not so far,” He immediately answered. “I’ve had trouble before. I sometimes have to really work at it to make it fit, but I’ve always been able to get it all the way in. It usually happens only to the short, petite ones.” He paused for a moment and then added. “Like yourself, for instance.”

I jumped back. My hand left his hard-on and it bounced back up.

He backed up as well. “Well, how would you like me to model next?” He casually asked. “How about the couch again.”

I was left kneeling on the floor with the ruler in my hand. I wasn’t sure quite what to do. From the way he talked about sex and let me measure his length, I expected him to come on to me. I expected him to at least try to kiss me or more probably fondle my breasts like any other man would. I would have let him, of course. I would have allowed him to go all the way with me. But he didn’t even try. He acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

I wondered if he was playing with me. I wondered if he was trying to tease me and get me all hot and bothered. I figured he was, and I figured he wanted me to come on to him. But I never came on to a guy before. I never had to come on to a guy. My big tits did all the talking for me.

“How about this?”

I woke up from my daydream and saw him lying on the couch. He lay down on his side like before, just the way I liked it, except now his big cock stood straight out. It was so hard, it didn’t sag down and it didn’t touch the fabric of the couch at all. He was certainly very hard.

“Yes, that would be fine,” I didn’t know what else to say. I got back up and went back to the easel. By now, my hands were shaking. I could hardly hold the pensile steady. Despite the incredible desire I felt, I drew him anyway. I started again with his dick.

I didn’t know what to do myself, so I figured the best course of action was to just act natural. I thought I was maybe caught up in some kind of sexy game he liked to play. I also figured that if I waited long enough, he would eventually make the first move. After all, I could see that he was aroused. He couldn’t stay that aroused for long. He would eventually have to do something.

The drawing seemed to take forever. I just kept drawing and waiting for him to do something, but he just lay there almost like a stone. And best of all, he kept his cock as hard as a stone too. I imagined myself going up and asking him to fuck me. I wanted to; I desperately wanted it. I fantasized him saying yes and stripping off my clothing, and then laying me on the couch where he now laid. I fantasized what it would be like to feel someone so big inside me.

“It’s about time for me to be going,” Roberto wisely spoke up. “Are you about done?”

“Just about,” I answered, not quite believing what was happening. How could he leave me? How could any man with such a long hard-on want to leave without getting any satisfaction? He must have had a continuous erection for the past hour. How could a man with an erection for that long simply get up and leave? I knew he was horny and I suspected he wanted to fuck me nearly as much as I wanted to fuck him in return.

“I’ve already been modeling longer than I expected,” He told me. “I really need to get to class.”

“Don’t go,” I found myself almost pleading with him. “I’ll pay for the extra time,” I offered.

I came very close to offering him money for sex, but I couldn’t quite do it. I was supposed to be a good girl, and good girls did not come out and ask men to fuck them.

“Sorry, but I really must,” He started to get up. “But I am willing to come back for another session if you wish.”

He stood up and walked back to the screens. I still couldn’t believe it. He was getting up to leave, and I don’t think it was a tease. I watched as he slipped his underwear up and over his long shaft. His magnificent hard-on suddenly disappeared from my sight.

“But I can come back?” He phrased as a question.

“I’d like that!” I was so confused. I felt like I was in a dream. I would have to wait, but I would have agreed to anything at the time.

“Do you do any photography too?”

It took me a moment to realize that he was asking me a question.

“Um, yea. Some,” I stumbled over my own words.

“Well, I’ll also pose for photographs as well as drawings,” Roberto informed me. “If you’re interested, that is?”

“Yes!” I said with a little more excitement than I realized. “I mean, yes, I’ve been looking for a male model to take some pictures of.”

I lied to him. I hadn’t been looking for a male model at all; not for photographs anyway. I didn’t even own a decent camera. But I thought about taking his picture in the nude and was willing to do anything. I lied for the opportunity to take a picture of a well endowed, good looking young man in the nude.

“Good!” Roberto replied with interest. “Tell me, in your photography work, do you also work exclusively nudes. Or do you also take pictures of clothed models?”

“Nude only,” I quickly answered. “I only do nudes.”

Roberto shrugged his shoulders. “That’s no problem. When would you like to do me?”

I liked the way he phrased his words. I wondered if he chose them specifically for me, or if it was just a slip of the tongue.

“How about tomorrow night?” I asked. I wanted him back as soon as possible.

Roberto let out a chuckle. “I’m afraid I can’t make it that soon! The soonest I can come back is Sunday afternoon, if that’s all right with you?”

Sunday was three days away. I didn’t know if I could last that long, but it at least gave me time to find a camera and develop some skills.

“That’s fine,” I found myself saying before I realized it. I was willing to accept anything. I wanted him to return as soon as possible.

“Then it’s set then!” Roberto turned to leave. “I’ll see you again on Sunday, about 2:00 PM, in the nude.”

“Yes,” I answered. “Fully nude!”

Roberto walked out the door and shut it.

Third Session

I could hardly stand the wait. It was even worse than last time and almost too much for me. For three days I had to patiently wait for him to return.

Immediately after, when I awoke the next morning, I thought it was a dream. I thought perhaps I imagined the entire episode. But a few minutes later I walked into my studio and noticed the pictures. On the canvas stood a drawing of the biggest cock I had ever seen. Standing along the walls, there were three others. I put them up soon after he left the last time. I looked at them and realized Roberto was for real. I had indeed seen him nude and in the erect state.

The impatience got worse as I dragged myself through the weekend. I couldn’t sleep. Roberto was all I could think about. His cock kept entering my mind, and in my mind I kept imagining it entering my body. All day Friday and then again on Saturday I wondered about what kind of pictures he would allow me to take. I wondered how provocative he would pose.

I kept myself busy by preparing for his arrival. The first order of business was to get a few good cameras. I already owned a camera, but it was a small instamatic. I knew it wouldn’t do. Roberto probably thought I was a semi-professional photographer. I therefore needed at least a semi- professional camera.

Luckily, I knew two people who were very helpful. They both practiced photography as a hobby, and I discovered photo-hobbyist really get into their craft. I only had to mention that I was interested in buying a good camera and was told more than I wanted to know. One even offered to loan me a camera. He told me to give it a try for a week. I had to ask the other, but she also gave me a camera to try out. Afterwards, I had a crazy idea about how to thank her. Since she was female, I thought about “thanking” her with a few good shots of Roberto. It was a naughty thought, just like all the other thoughts in my mind, but I did not discount it as completely preposterous.

My second priority was to get myself ready physically. What I mean is, I had to figure out what to wear. It naturally had to be something sexy. It had to be sexy enough to get him hard again.

It was more difficult than I thought. I had trouble deciding on what to wear at first. There were two sundresses in the closet that did an excellent job at showing lots of boob and cleavage, but they were fancy, flowery outfits. I didn’t think they would look right for a photographer. I also had a small piece of negligee an old boyfriend once gave me, but I couldn’t wear that either. I had to at least try to play the part.

My first attempt at a solution was to go to the local discount store to find something bland, yet sexy. It naturally had to be sexier than what I wore before, but it also had to look like something I would casually wear around the house. I figured a revealing blouse would be perfect. I could either buy it in a size too small or wash it in hot water to make it shrink.

By the time I got to the third store, I was about to give up. I could not find anything sexier than the previous session, which made me realize how provocative I had been. It was then when I had a truly naughty idea. As I walked towards the dressing room at the store, a rack of two piece bikinis caught my eye.

I’ve never owned a bikini swimsuit before. The thought of owning one never seriously entered my mind. Two piece bikinis were for girls with small figures. For someone like me, a one piece-bathing suite was more appropriate. But the thought of wearing a sexy bikini in front of Roberto almost was enough to give me an orgasm while I shifted my fingers through the selection on the rack.

It took me awhile to find one. It was difficult to find one in my size, which didn’t surprise me any. They don’t make many two piece bikinis for big titted women. Most women with a double-D bra size are simply not interested in wearing a two piece outfit in public. I had to go to five stores before I found what I wanted. At each one, I noticed the sales girls look at me rather strangely when I told them what I wanted. They made me feel like an under age drinker in an adult’s bar.

I now stood in my bedroom wearing the two-piece bikini outfit I finally found. Looking down at myself, it was hard to believe I was really doing this. I couldn’t believe how wantonly slutty and horny I had become. The bikini was so small I could see more boob than fabric.

The top was white and did not cover much. It was smaller than any bra I owned, and certainly smaller than anything I dared to wear out in public before. It was only big enough to offer the bare minimum of cover. Despite its small size, however, it did a surprisingly good job at giving support. It lifted and supported just like any bra would have done, heaving my big tits up into the air and causing them to just barely touch one another in the center of my chest. The cups were only big enough to cover the lower portion of each breast, and then only the center portion. I noticed each breast was left exposed both on top and on both sides. I think they left about a half of me bare.

The panty was a matching set, white as well, but not nearly as revealing as the top. For some strange reason, I always felt a lot more uncomfortable about exposing my sex over by boobs. I suppose it was because I couldn’t help but expose my boobs. They were so big, it was unavoidable. But my sex and ass were another matter. The panty was plenty big enough to cover everything in front and left only a small hint of ass-cheek bare in the rear. Holding it up were two bow ties, one on each thigh. The top was also held up by bow ties, one around the back of my neck and the other in the middle of my back. I suppose it truly was a string bikini.

To add an element of realism to the encounter, I made sure it was hot in the house. In what I thought was an absolutely brilliant move, I switched off the circuit breaker to the air conditioner. I planned to tell him the AC was broken. I had put on the bikini in an attempt to stay cool. It was now almost 90 degrees inside even with all the windows open.

I seemed to have everything covered, yet I still couldn’t believe what I was doing and what a nasty girl I had become. All I could think about as I waited on the living room couch was his big cock. I wanted to see it so bad. I wanted to show him my little bikini and make him sweat over my big boobs. And given the small size of the bikini and the big size of my tits, he was going to sweat quite a bit.

As I sat waiting for him, I wondered what it would be like. I had never taken photographs of a nude man before. All my work was in paintings and drawings. Photography was a very different art form from drawing. Instead of taking minutes to draw an image on a canvas, a picture took a mere instant. It was much quicker and I would be able to take a lot more pictures. I didn’t even know how many pictures I should take, but at least I made sure I had plenty of film. The lady at the checkout counter looked at me rather strange when I laid the ten rolls on the counter. Each was a thirty-six-exposure roll, so there was enough film to take three hundred sixty pictures. I figured that would be more than enough.

I hoped Roberto was again going to show me his full self. I figured he would, especially when I wore my bikini, but I really didn’t know. The more I thought about it, the more I began to worry. He might be a lot shyer in front of a camera, I thought to myself. It was one thing for your likeness to be transferred to canvas, but quite another for it to be transferred to film. A canvas was only an approximation. Film would show the real thing.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

I jumped. It was too early for Roberto. I worried some neighbor or a salesman was at the door, so I quickly put on a robe.

I jumped again when I looked through the peephole in the door. It was Roberto! I was estatic.

Without thinking, I quickly took the robe back off again and threw it behind the couch. The bikini looked even smaller than before. I couldn’t believe what I nasty young girl I was. A moment’s hesitation drifted through my body, but then I thought of his cock and took a deep breath. I opened the door.

“Hello again,” He spoke as he saw me. “Hope you don’t mind that I’m a little early? I was doing a few errands and got done sooner than I expected.”

“That’s fine,” I almost choked on my own words as I opened the door fully. “I was just waiting around anyway.”

He froze and looked at me. I noticed his eyes widen as he saw me. Clearly, he was surprised. I hoped he was impressed too.

I tried not to play the act and refused to show any reaction myself. “You’ll have to excuse me, but my air conditioner is broken and I couldn’t get anyone to come fix it until Monday,” I quickly spoke my prepared lines. “I had to slip into something to keep me cool.”

“Well, you certainly look as though you are keeping plenty cool,” Roberto emphasized.

I noticed his eyes travel up and down my sexy body. I think I blushed at his words.

“I hope you don’t mind?” I tried to recover. “I thought about calling and offering to cancel on account of the broken air conditioner, but I figured you didn’t need to worry much about the heat.”

“You mean my nudity would keep me cool?” He rephrased it more bluntly.

“Yes,” I think I blushed again. “If you want to put it that way.”

We exchanged a few other pleasantries, and then I went off to get my camera. I was anxious to get started, and Roberto almost seemed just as anxious too.

We started with a few clothed and partially clothed pictures. I asked Roberto if it was OK for me to photograph him getting undressed, and he said it was fine. I was pleasantly surprised when he started getting undressed in a very erotic fashion. He took off his cloths as though he was a striptease artist on the stage, quickly removing his outer clothing at first and then slowing down for his shorts and underwear. I followed him along and took the opposite tactic with the cameras. I didn’t take many pictures at first, but by the time he was down to his underwear I was snapping like crazy. It felt surprisingly erotic to be taking pictures of a man undressing himself.

Soon, he was naked and I found myself taking pictures of his cock. I was disappointed to see it flaccid, but it was what I expected - at least at first.

Despite its small size, it still felt very erotic to be taking pictures of it. I again saw that he was very well hung. My imagination had not exaggerated his size. I used up the first two roles of film right away.

“Do you want me to remain in this state?” Roberto asked as I was loading new film on the kitchen table. “Or would you prefer it to be like last Thursday?”

I dropped one of the rolls. He didn’t come right out and say it, but I was pretty sure of what he meant. My dreams were coming true.

“That’s fine for now,” I tried to speak as calmly as I could. “Let me take a few more like this, and then we’ll try a couple of different poses.”

The first few pictures were of Roberto in the standing position. A couple of pictures later he was lying down, and after a couple more he laid on his side. I got really turned on again when he lay on his side to accent the size of his cock. I loved the way it hung down across his thigh and practically touched the fabric of the couch, even in its flaccid state!

I wanted it. I wanted it bad. I not only wanted to see it hard; I wanted to experience it too. “It sure is getting hot in here,” I spoke as I shot the third roll of film.

“Yes, it certainly is,” Roberto looked directly back at me and spoke in a very sexy voice. I could tell he was looking directly at my chest.

A few seconds later, I could tell it another way too. I could tell where his eyes were pointed, for as he lay sideways on the couch, the tip of his dick began to rise off of the fabric.

“Are you ready to take pictures of me in the fully erect state?” He asked.

“Yes!” I spoke with a little more excitement than I wanted. His bluntness surprised me. “What I mean is, yes. Please, make yourself full if you would like.”

I couldn’t believe it. Here was a well-endowed young man laying on my couch and allowing me to take his picture in the nude. And he was becoming hard and giving me an erection.

“Yes, that’s perfect,” I found myself saying without thinking. “I mean, that’s fine.”

He got hard rather rapidly. First six inches and then seven. I think he hardened even more rapidly than the last time. I wondered if he jacked himself off during the time in-between, and then hoped that he saved it all for me. I pictured myself grabbing his cock and jacking it off for him. A cock of his size would be a lot of fun to jack off.

It was eight inches when I finished the third roll and a full nine-and-a-half by the time I finished the fourth. It was time to load the cameras again. Roberto came over to the table and stood at the corner. I noticed him stand up close, right up against the table’s edge. Since it was a standard table and a little less than waist high, his tool extended across the top, as if on display. It was very erotic and made it very difficult to load the film. What made it worse was that we talked at the same time, mostly talking about his cock.

“Would you like to get some side profiles?” He asked. “Most girls like me in the side profile. They say it makes me look bigger.”

“I think that would be nice,” I agreed.

“Unless you think it might make me look too big,” He countered. “Some girls think it makes me look a bit unnatural.”

“Oh no!” I quickly disagreed. “I don’t think it makes you unnatural at all. I like them big.”

Roberto smiled.

I think I turned red. “I mean, I don’t think it looks unnatural when it’s big,” I tried to correct myself.

“I think your first statement was more correct,” Roberto offered. “You do like them big, don’t you Linda?”

I’m certain I turned red by this time. “Yes,” I said quietly, feeling very embarrassed. A big man was asking if I liked them big. It was a very strange experience.

“Tell me Linda,” Roberto thankfully went on. “Have you ever been fucked by a man as big a me?”

I practically dropped the camera. “Well, um. . .”

I didn’t know quite what to say.

“Let me help you with that,” Roberto walked around to hold the camera for me. Our hands touched. His big cock was only inches away. It pointed up and over the top of the table, stopping only inches away from my fingers were I was trying to load the film.

At the same time, I felt his arm brush up against the side of my big boob. My boobs were too big to be contained on my little chest. They pushed slightly outward, to the side. We stood so close they pushed right into his arm. I don’t know if it was by accident or if he did it on purpose. I didn’t even know if he was aware that his upper arm was touching me. But it didn’t matter. Nevertheless, it felt wildly erotic. I thought about making my own hand slip and “accidentally” brush up against his cock. I considered it, but I was too shy to try.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you Linda,” He apologized as he helped. “That’s not a typical question that I guy asks to a girl.”

“No, I guess not,” I had to say something.

“No it’s not typical?” He questioned. “Or no, you’ve never been fucked by a man as big as me?”

“No, I mean both,” I said shyly. “I mean I’ve never experienced a man as big as you.”

There! I said it. I finally said it. I felt relieved.

“Interesting,” Roberto spoke back as we finished both cameras and he backed away. “That’s very interesting because it means you are probably very tight. I would probably have a very difficult time penetrating you?”

I could hardly breath. He asked me in the form of a question, so I said, “Yes,” quietly agreeing. “You probably would.”

“Especially when I’m deep,” He went on. “I’m sure the entire length of your joy hole would be a very tight fit, but I bet the end would be really tight. You know, the end, the portion where I would hit virgin territory.”

I stumbled and almost fell over from the sound of his words. He was speaking very casual, sounding almost disinterested, but he was saying such dirty things. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have him inside me. He was probably right about me being tight. His words about “virgin territory” were probably also true. I’m sure Roberto was very experienced when it came to sex. Given the size of his cock, I’m sure he had intercourse with a lot of women. I figured he was capable of giving a girl an excellent fuck.

“Well, how would you like me to pose it next?” He asked after both cameras were loaded with film again. He had done most of the loading. My hands were shaking too much to load the film with all the excitement.

It took me a moment to return to my senses. I was incredibly aroused and felt very horny. I desperately wanted to find out exactly how tight I really was.

“Well, um,” was all I could manage.

“How about some prisoner shots?” He suggested as he walked to the corner of the room. “Pretend I’m your sex slave and you are taking my picture.”

His words sent a wave of ecstasy through my body. The thought of Roberto as my sex slave was almost too erotic to hold in my mind. It immediately created all sorts of naughty thoughts. I considered all the things I could do to him if he really were my sex slave.

In the corner of the room, there was a chandelier. It hung from the ceiling by a short chain. Roberto stood below it and grabbed the chain. It didn’t take much to imagine him as a sex slave.

“Oh, please Linda,” He added to the realism. “Oh, please let me go. Please unshackle me Linda! I can’t take any more.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly began to take pictures. This was better than I ever expected. He hung his head to the side in make-believe. He looked like he really was shackled from the ceiling, and I found myself wanting to tie him up.

“Oh please Linda!” He cried out again. “I’ll never disobey you again.”

I took pictures like crazy. I had to take pictures just to keep myself sane. The hormones were running through my blood like crazy. I kept thinking about what it would be like if he really were my sex slave. I thought about shackling him down and teasing his big cock. I would tease it all night long, and then I would tie him down to the bed and ride on top of him. I then wondered what it would be like to ride on his big cock like a bucking bronco.

Roberto next moved to the doorway and did a similar presentation. He pointed the tips of his arms and legs to the four corners of the doorway as if they were somehow tied. It made me feel even more excited this way because his legs were spread open and I could see his balls. I went to my knees and took almost the entire roll of film looking up from below. He even had a big set of nuts! Everything about Roberto was impressive. I knew these pictures would bring me hours of pleasure.

Roberto again helped me load the next two rolls of film. Like before, he stood right up beside me. His erect cock again pointed up over the side and his arm pressed into my right boob. I was a little calmer and stayed more in control this time. I think I was actually starting to get accustomed to his big cock. Until, that is, we started talking again.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this,” Roberto spoke. “But you really have an excellent set of tits.”

I smiled and quietly thanked him.

“They look very firm for there size,” He continued. “And that bikini of yours does an excellent job of showing them off. It looks like you have an C cup bra on a set of D cup tits.”

I smiled again. “Actually,” I decided to tell him. “They are double Ds.”

I don’t know why I told him. A woman’s cup size is a very personnel thing. I guess I felt obligated to tell him my size since he was so willing to let me know his.

“Sorry,” He apologized. “But I don’t have much experience with big titted girls. It’s been quite a while since I’ve held a pair of double Ds in my hands.”

As he spoke, his elbow pressed harder into the side of my breast. It pressed hard enough against my boob to make it touch the other.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” He apologized again. “I hope I didn’t hurt anything.”

Suddenly, I felt him touch me again. This time it was his fingers. He bought up his hand and touched the side of my breast.

“I hope I didn’t hurt anything of importance,” He lightly rubbed up and down against the exposed, outside portion of my boob. He rubbed it gently, as though he was rubbing a bruised elbow or sprained knee; except it was my breast. I couldn’t believe it! And I couldn’t believe I was letting him do it.

“That’s all right,” I accepted his apology. “You didn’t hurt anything.”

“Yes,” He agreed. “It feels just fine. In fact, it feels perfect.”

“Thank you,” I continued to allow him to feel me. His fingers made my tits tingle. It was as though they were full of electricity and were sending an electric shock through my body, except the shock came from my sex hormones.