Chapter 3: 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. I looked at them and realized Peter 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. Peter 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. Peter 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 Peter. 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 suit was more appropriate. But the thought of wearing a sexy bikini in front of Peter was almost 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 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. Two bow ties held it up, 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 Peter 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 Peter. 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 Peter! 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 a 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 like you are keeping plenty cool," Peter 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 felt anxious to get started, and Peter seemed just as anxious. I think he looked forward to getting naked and hard for me.

We started with a few clothed and partially clothed pictures. I asked Peter if I could photograph him getting undressed, and he thankfully said it was fine. Even better, he surprised me by getting undressed in a very erotic fashion. He took off his clothes as though he was a striptease artist up on 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.

He soon stood 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 could again see that he was very well hung. My imagination had not exaggerated his size. I used up the first two roles of film within ten minutes.

"Do you want me to remain in this state?" Peter asked as I was loading new film on the kitchen table. "Or would you prefer taking pictures of me in the same state as last Thursday?"

I dropped one of the rolls. He didn't come right out and say it, but I knew what he meant. My dreams had come 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."

I took the first few pictures of Peter in the standing position. A couple pictures later he laid down, and a couple more after that he turned to lay on his side. The ones on his side turned me on most of all. I just loved the way his cock hung down across his thigh and practically touched the fabric of the couch - and that was in a 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," Peter looked directly back at me and spoke in a very sexy voice. I could tell he was looking 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.

"Good," He answered. "Because I don't think I can hold it back any longer."

Indeed, he could not. "That's perfect," I found myself saying without thinking. "I mean, that's fine."

He got hard rather quickly; first six inches and then seven. I think he hardened even more rapidly than the last time. I found myself wondering if he had sex or jerked himself off since last Thursday, and then I hoped he saved it all for me. I pictured myself grabbing his cock and jerking it off for him. A cock of his size would be a lot of fun to jerk. I once heard that big cocks took a lot longer to cumm, and it took a lot more stroking to get them off. I found myself wanting to check out the theory on Peter.

It pointed out at eight inches when I finished the third roll, and stood up at a full nine-and-a-half by the time I finished the fourth. I wished I had borrowed another camera, but it was too late now. It was time to load the cameras again.

This time, Peter came over to the table to help me. He stood at the corner, and I noticed he stood 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 over the top, as if on display. It was very erotic and made it difficult to load the film. What made it worse was that we talked at the same time, and we mostly talked 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, I don't know, unnatural I guess."

"Oh no!" I quickly disagreed. "I don't think it makes you unnatural at all. I like them big."

Peter 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," Peter offered. "You do like them big, don't you Stephenie?"

I'm certain I turned red by this time. "Yes," I said quietly, feeling embarrassed. A big man was asking if I liked them big. It was a very erotic experience.

"Tell me Stephenie," Peter thankfully went on. "Have you ever been fucked by a man as big as me?"

I practically dropped the camera. "Well, um..."

I didn't know what to say.

"Let me help you with that," Peter walked around to hold the camera for me. Our hands touched. His big cock 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 even aware of it, 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 Stephenie," 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," Peter spoke when we finished both cameras. 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, where I would hit virgin territory."

I stumbled and almost fell over from the sound of his words. He spoke casual, sounding almost disinterested, but he said the most nasty 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 Peter 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 Peter 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. Peter stood below it and grabbed the chain. It didn't take much to imagine him as a sex slave.

"Oh, please Stephenie," He added to the realism. "Oh, please let me go. Please unshackle me Stephenie! I can't take it 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 Stephenie!" He cried out again. "I'll never disobey you again. I'm sorry I hesitated. I promise not to hesitate ever 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.

Peter 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.

"Please Stephenie! Oh please!" His words made it even more erotic. "Please don't punish my balls again. Oh Stephenie, please untie me so I can protect my helpless nuts."

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 Peter was impressive. I knew these pictures would bring me hours of pleasure.

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

"I hope you don't mind me saying this," Peter spoke. "But you really have an excellent set of tits."

I smiled and quietly thanked him.

"They look very firm for their 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 personal 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.

"Nice and firm," He spoke. "I bet your tits are probably used to a lot of abuse. Your boyfriend must go crazy on them."

"Actually," I decided to tell him. "I don't have a boyfriend right now."

"Oh no!" He said in surprise as though I had just announced a death in the family. "You mean you don't have a boyfriend to nurse on these big melons of yours?"

I shook my head. I couldn't speak after hearing him talk about nursing on my boobs. An image immediately formed in my mind of his lips puckered up against my nipples. I tried to drive it away, but was only marginally successful.

"And you don't have a boyfriend to drive his big cock up into that tight little pussy of yours every night either, do you?"

"No," I managed to get out.

"That's too bad," Peter spoke, squeezing his fingers into my breast a little harder now. "I figured a girl with such a pretty face and a big pair of tits would have lots of boyfriends."

"We broke up two months ago," I half-lied. We did break up, but we later got back together again. In fact, we had sex just two nights ago, but I didn't want Peter to know.

I also didn't want him to know that the sex was primarily because of him. For a change of pace, I went to my boyfriend's place to satisfy my burning desires. It was usually just the opposite, with him wanting to drive over to see me. He went to a different school and lived across the state, about a 2-hour drive away, and he was the one who was usually desperate for sex. I usually resisted, naturally, saying I had too much work or giving some other cheap excuse. That was one of the reasons we broke up. I wasn't sure if he loved me or just loved my big tits.

This past weekend, however, the roles reversed. I was the one begging and he was the one trying to make excuses. He said he had finals and needed the time to study, but of course he relented in the end. I drove over to his place and stayed the night. It was some of the wildest, most passionate sex we ever had. Little did he know that I imagined myself having sex with Peter the entire time.

"So you've been eight weeks without a good fuck," Peter said.

I nodded my head. His hand was now migrating towards the center of my breast. My entire left boob was practically in the palm of his hand, or at least as much of it that would fit. It was too big for him to encompass all at once.

"That means you're even tighter now," He spoke next. "I mean, when a girl doesn't get fucked on a regular basis, she tends to tighten up. Her twat starts to get tighter and tighter with every passing day."

He squeezed tighter and tighter as he spoke. I could feel my hard nipples rub against the palm of his hand, but I made no move to stop him. I liked it.

"Do you think you could take it all?" His hand suddenly left and he looked down at himself. "What I mean is, look at it and try to imagine it penetrating all the way up your cunt. Do you think my cock would bottom out inside your twat?"

"It might," I choked as I looked at it. He nicely gave me a side profile so I could see its entire length.

"I sometimes do, you know," He spoke. "I mean, sometimes I bottom out inside a girl's twat because my tool is simply too long, especially when I fuck short girls like you."

"I've never had anyone as big as you," I started to become braver and talked a little more. "I've never had a man so long, or even so wide before."

Peter looked up to me in surprise. "Do you think that I might not be able to get it in? Are you saying that you don't think your pussy is wide enough?"

"No," I shook my head. "I'm sure it would fit inside. Only the length might be a problem."

Peter looked down at himself and then back up into my eyes. "I agree!" He spoke. "Because a twat can always be spread. Yours would have to be spread open quite a bit Stephenie; I mean, in order to accommodate my size, but I'm sure I could get it in, don't you think?"

"Yes," I quietly agreed.

"But look at its length again," Peter went on and modeled his cock for me some more. "Try to imagine what it would feel like inside you. Imagine it penetrating up your pussy, plowing into you like a long, thick screw. Do you think I would be able to screw it all the way up your tight little pussy?"

I couldn't take it any more. I was tired of the teasing. If he wasn't going to ask me, then I was going to ask him.

"I'm not sure," I spoke as bravely as I could. "But there is one way we could find out."

"And how's that?" Peter asked with a smile.

I took a hard swallow. "You could try," I hesitated. "I mean, you could try to fuck me," I finally said it.

I expected him to jump at the chance. I figured he was as anxious as me, but he didn't. Instead, Peter casually looked up to the ceiling. He seemed to only consider it.

"That is an interesting idea Stephenie," He mentioned calmly. "That is, if you wouldn't mind. Would you like me to fuck you Stephenie?"

He looked directly into my eyes.

I nodded my head to indicate I agreed.

"Say it out loud," He ordered me.

"I want you to fuck me," I spoke without thinking.

Peter looked up at the ceiling again. He seemed to think about it some more. I knew he was expressing tremendous self-control, or at least I assumed so.

"I don't know," He spoke almost disinterested. "You sound like you don't really mean it."

"But I do," I retaliated. "I really do want to fuck. Please fuck me," I spoke without thinking. "I mean, I've never been fucked by such a big man before. I would really like to experience it."

I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I never actually asked a man to fuck me before, even my boyfriend or in play. And now I was asking a near stranger. I tried to picture what I looked like, but the only thing I could see was a whore. I realized that I probably sounded like some kind of horny slut standing on the street corner in the bad section of town, propositioning myself for money. The small bikini only added to the effect.

"And it's been eight weeks!" I added without thinking. I tried to get him to feel sorry for me.

"That is a long time," He answered. "I suppose I could, but we have all this film to use up first. How about if I take a few pictures of you?"

He looked down at my chest.

So did I. I wondered what he meant, but deep down I already knew.

"Do you mean you want to take a picture of me like this?" I had to ask.

"That would be a good start," He said hesitantly. "But actually I was thinking about less. I mean, I allowed you to take pictures of me in the bare."

I gasped! It was worse than I thought. He didn't just want to take a picture of me in a bikini, he wanted me to wear even less. He wanted me to bare myself so he could take my picture.

"Come on," He tempted me. "It'll be fun. And don't worry about the pictures. I'll leave the film right here with you. It will be up to you to print it or not."

"I don't know," I felt trapped. From the way he asked me, it sounded like he was setting my bare breasts as a condition to sex, but I couldn't be sure. Usually, it was just the opposite. It was amazing what I could get men to do sometimes as a condition to fucking me. Of course, I never came right out and gave specific conditions, and neither did Peter. He just hinted at it, just like I used to do. It felt strange to have the tables turned.

It also excited me. Just as I used to excite my boyfriends, now Peter excited me. It sounded so demeaning and so naughty to let a guy take pictures of my tits just so I could have his cock, but it felt exciting at the same time. It made me even hornier than I already was.