Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 2

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PHALLUS OF HER OBSESSION: PART 2 AN ADOPTED BLACK DAUGHTER SEDUCES HER WHITE BROTHER. Based on a post by Statius [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Statius/works], in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/PhallusOfHerObsession2.mp3] at My First Time [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/PhallusOfHerObsession2.jpg] Tammy was a college senior, and captain of the women’s volleyball team. They were both at home at their parents for a long holiday break, the parents were now gone for a few days visiting, helping grandma move into an assisted living home. Those few nights were long for Tammy. She tossed and turned. The thought of him in his old room, just down the hall, she in hers, alone. They had taken this time to hang out a lot, staying up late, sitting on the couch watching movies, playing video games, the proximity was killing her and driving her crazy, and every night ended the same; hanging out as long as possible, going to bed alone, fingering herself in the shower, to a Cardi B playlist, cumming (while trying to keep from screaming), and falling asleep unsatisfied. She flirted as much as possible without actually throwing herself at him, trying to get his attention. She would wear short shorts showing her legs off, tanks or tube tops, anything to get a look from him, including needlessly creating situations to touch him. But nothing seemed to work and it was taking its toll on her. AN OPEN DOOR. Three or four days in, after staying up late day after day, he had gone to bed before her, doing the usual and leaving his door open just a crack. Tammy had decided to take another late shower, trying to calm down and get herself to think about something, anything else, anything but him. After toweling dry, She pulled on her pink satin chemise over her head, the one she always slept in, it was short, just to her hips, while still in the bathroom. She had lingered in there, taking her time and slipping out quietly. She looked at his just barely open door and hesitated. That night two years ago slammed into her mind hard, flooding her with the memory of it. Before she knew what she was doing, she approached his bedroom door, quietly, and slowly pushed it open, and stood there, peering in. Her breathing stopped, she could see him lying on his bed, some faint light from the street coming in thru his windows. Two more steps in, still by the door she stopped again. Her breath catching, her chest heaving. Josh lay there on his bed and it was hard to see at first but he was wearing his boxers, and that's when she noticed something odd about his position. Even though he was wearing boxers, his hand was resting there, and under it, his half hard cock was out, slipped thru that front slit. She looked at his face, but his eyes were closed, his breathing seemed normal. Slow and deep his body inhaled, then slowly exhaled. He was sleeping deeply. But what was that? Now it was too much and she wanted to know. Tammy crept up slowly to his bedside and since it was hard to see in the dark, she picked something up next to his pillow; a little towel. Her fingers touched the soaked thru wet stickiness on it. She was shocked, and realized Josh had jerked off after going to bed, and from the feel of this towel, he came a ton, it was soaked; was it for her? Did he cum thinking of her? He hadn't said anything lately about having a girlfriend or even that he liked anyone. Her mind went immediately to the hope that it was for her, and felt herself get wet, her knees even a little weak, now. It was overwhelming, that thought, that he came thinking of her, and unconsciously she held the towel up, smelling it, her fingers pressing into the wet cum, feeling it on her fingers. She shook her head, snapping out of it, looking at him sleeping. And just like two years ago, she knew she should just leave, but even though she kept telling herself to go. She remained rooted to the spot, looking at his face, then at his hand, which was covering most, but not all of, his lovely flaccid cock. He shifted, rolling on his side, His cock facing her, his hand slipping off and his eyes remaining shut. Tammy stood there still knowing she should leave, and trying to make herself, but she just couldn't. That memorable night replaying in her mind more vivid than ever before, urging her to do it again. Her desire consuming her. She knew without a doubt that if she did anything, he'd wake up for sure. There was no alcohol in him tonight; if she touched him, let alone stroked or sucked him, or better yet, rode him, he'd wake up for sure. Her mind raced; does she trust it’s impulses? Should she do it? The consequences would be brutal; unless, unless she was right, if he had jerked off thinking of her? Then, maybe if he woke up to her blowing him, he'd let her, even take her, maybe? By the time all these thoughts raced thru her mind she was at his bedside on her knees, leaning over, reaching for him, staring at it, just like two years ago, only this time there was a little more moonlight, bouncing off the snow; and she could see where it was still shiny, wet with cum. She pursed her lips, her resistance breaking down again, like before. Josh let out something between a sigh and a moan, breaking her out of her reverie; she thought she saw his eyes flutter open, but it was so fast she couldn't tell, then they were motionless again, closed lids, and still breathing like he was asleep. When her eyes went back to what really had her attention, she could tell it was bigger, like it was getting hard in his sleep, she saw it twitch even, right there in front of her face. Tammy likened it to his cock calling to her, telling her to take it, taste it again. Like, like it knew she wanted to. She pulled her hands back, desperately afraid that by touching him with her fingers, he'd wake up. Now resting them on the edge of the bed, but that didn't keep her from leaning her body further, closer to that whitish pink bulbous head, still shiny with left over cum. Tammy already knew, just like we do, what she was going to do next; s

Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 3

SARAH'S PHALLIC FASCINATION: PART 3. PRURIENT PERFORMANCE ARTS. BASED ON A POST BY BIGGALUTE [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Biggalute/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/sarahs-phallic-fascination/SarahsPhallicFascination3.mp3] AT EXPLICIT NOVELS [https://feeds.feedburner.com/explicitnovels]. [https://archive.org/download/sarahs-phallic-fascination/SarahsPhallicFascination3.jpg] The spell was broken, I was suddenly fully aware of the other people in the room, all of whom it appeared had been taking pictures, spread in a semi circle, all looking directly at me and Joyce. I tried turning slightly away as if it might hide my increasing hard on, I felt myself blushing a bit, there was no hiding it. I was just about to turn around and brazen it out, as if it was the most natural thing in the world when Jake came to my rescue. "I had another couple of scenes in mind if we have time." "We have plenty of time, what did you have in mind?" Sarah asked. "Well if Michael could get on his knees, looking up at Joyce as if he's asking for forgiveness, I think it would make a really emotive shot." "Michael?, Joyce?," We both nodded. I knelt down and ground my knees into the hard floor, all the talking and pain in my knees had distracted me and caused my cock to shrink to a less obvious state. Jake gave out various instructions which we responded to, cameras clicking all around us. Eventually he said, "That's great, now Michael I want you to sit back on your haunches, put your head down to the ground and your arms out in front of you, reaching for Joyce's ankles. Joyce you just keep your head up as if you're not interested." We did as we were asked, Joyce being told to move her head slowly, until she was looking down at me. I couldn't see much with my head down but there seemed to be increased camera activity, everyone approving of the aesthetics of Jake's chosen poses. I imagine it made a very erotic sight, me prostrate with my naked ass sticking out and Joyce looking down at me. When Jake had finished Sarah said, "Right everybody, we'll take a short break and let Michael and Joyce recover, there's some bottled water here for whoever wants it. After the break Melisa can direct the poses and then Joyce." I got slowly to my feet and was stretching my legs, Sarah came over with a bottle of water and my dressing gown. I took the water but made no move to take the dressing gown. "Do you want this?" Sarah asked, I shrugged as if I wasn't bothered. The look on her face spoke a thousand words 'Put the fucking dressing gown on'. I put it on, smirking to myself. This was interesting, Sarah was normally so blasé about nudity, but not at this moment, I wasn't sure if it was because they were her students or more likely a bit of jealousy because of the chemistry between me and Joyce. After I was gowned Sarah asked, "How you doing?" "It's really good, I'm really enjoying it, they're a very creative bunch." "I could certainly see you were enjoying it, you could try to hide it a bit." "I thought you liked showing me off, and besides, you've always told me that nudity and arousal are only natural." Sarah gave me a dirty look and sulked off. I was enjoying myself and enjoying winding Sarah up. I watched the students as Sarah asked them to gather round, Melisa was in cohorts with the other young female, looking over at me and giggling. "Okay Melisa, what did you have in mind?" Sarah asked. "Well if it's okay with you and with Michael I'd like to take some close up shots, I tried zooming in on the other scenes but I don't think they'll come out as good." "Michael would it be okay if Melisa came in close to take some pictures?" "Absolutely." "Good, Melisa in your own time." Melisa moved closer, camera in hand, looking at me intently. She stopped about two feet from me, her body facing my left arm. In barely more than a whisper she said, "I want you to stand very still, looking straight ahead, your muscles and body held tense." I did as she asked, she started shooting frame after frame, starting at my elbow and moving up slowly, across my upper arm and the large tattoo on it until she was nearly aiming the camera in my ear. She moved to the back of my neck and then slowly down my spine. I could hear Melisa's breathing, this felt very intense and very erotic, I had the sensation of Melisa licking her way across my body. I decided to really concentrate hard on not getting aroused and erect, genuinely thinking to myself that it would detract from Melisa's art. I was aware of Melisa squatting down behind me, taking shots of my bum before moving down my legs "Can you move your legs apart about a foot and tense the leg muscles some more." I did as she asked and she moved down one leg and back up the other one. I was looking at the others, they seemed transfixed by the site in front of them, no one talking or making a noise. When Melisa got back to my right buttock she began to move around to the front, spending a lot of time on my hip bone and the line in my abs that lead down to my groin. She squatted lower moving across my front, taking numerous shots of my scrotum and my dangling cock, when she got to my left hip she moved back in the middle, I think taking shots of just my cock, trying to squat even lower. I was in a world of my own, thinking Sarah had taught her well, a girl after her own heart. I was awoken from my day dreaming by Melisa's voice. "I can't seem to get the shot I want, Belinda could you give me a hand?" Belinda the other young girl came over, smiling, "What do you want me to do?" "I want to get a shot of the very end of it, of the Japs eye, but I can't get low enough." Without hesitation Belinda grabbed my cock, lifting it up so it pointed directly at Melisa. I looked at her sternly, taken aback by her action. "Oops sorry." She giggled in a very girly voice "I forgot to ask permission, is this okay?" she asked, squeezing a bit harder. The others, including Sarah all laughed, having initially all looked a bit shocked and worried. I smiled and laughed also. I think it was the combination of the innocent voice verses the very grown up action that made it funny. And also it felt very nice, my cock growing and hardening of its own volition. Melisa snapped away, recording the growing cock. "Ooh it's a heavy one," Belinda giggled, bringing more laughter from the rest of us and causing Sarah to call an end to proceedings. "We couldn't have you being wanked off in front of the class." As she later explained to me. After I had regained a bit of composure we were all stood around chatting, this time me in the nude, the atmosphere much more relaxed than earlier, the laughing helping in that regard. I was chatting with Melisa, "I really enjoyed posing for you, it was a great idea, where did you come up with the idea?" "Me and Belinda thought it up between us." "So was her grabbing my cock planned?" She went a bit red, "Belinda said it was the biggest she'd ever seen and she wanted to feel what it felt like, so we came up with that idea. I was meant to go to your cock nearly straight away, but I got really into taking pictures of all of you. You have great legs and ass, as well as the other thing, I hope you don't mind." I smiled "No I don't mind, I really enjoyed it, it was very erotic, thank you." Cheeky cows! "Right Michael, if you've finished corrupting the young ladies we'll get on with Joyce's shoot," Sarah said. "I don't think I'm corrupting them, I think I need protecting from them." I replied, which got some nods and laughs. "What did you have in mind Joyce?" Sarah asked. "Are you flexible Michael?" Joyce asked me. "A bit." "Can you touch your toes?" "Yes" Moving closer to me, she said, "I'll show you what I want you to do then." Joyce moved her legs just over shoulder width apart, with straight legs she bent at the waist, putting her hands behind her ankles, causing her skirt to ride three quarters of the way up her tone thighs and her gorgeous round bottom to stick out, only inches from my cock. She slowly stood up. "Do you think you could do that?" I looked at Sarah, she was trying to keep a blank expression but I could see a slight twitching at the side of her mouth, I turned to Joyce, "Yes, I think I can do that." I turned my back to the group, facing the blank wall. I shook out my legs, making my ass cheeks wobble like a male stripper and then slowly bent as far as I could. I held onto my ankles but wasn't flexible enough to see between my legs, just staring down at the floor. I could immediately felt how tight my hamstrings were and was concentrating on taking slow, deep breaths to help my muscles relax. I had enjoyed all my other poses, but as well as being uncomfortable I was also thinking that this was probably not a particularly appealing site. I was wondering whether Joyce thought me being bent over as I was made a good, provocative, even erotic picture or whether she'd chosen this just because she could. Either way my hamstrings were starting to cramp and I decided to straighten up. "Sorry about that, I couldn't hold it any longer." "That's fine; I think everyone got to see what they wanted," Sarah said, with a tone to her voice. "We still have a little time left, anyone got any other ideas they want to try out." She said There was silence, I was wondering if the last scene had been a bit too much for people's sensibilities. Finally Joyce said, "If no one else wants to take a go, I have one more idea I'd like to try." Sarah gave her what I thought was a bit of a withering look; Joyce seemed either not to notice or not to care. "What did you have in mind Joyce?" She asked. "Well if we could bring that bench over here I'd like to stand up on it and takes some pictures from above Michael." I could see Sarah thinking, her body relaxing a bit "That sounds interesting," she said. Two of the lads brought over a bench from against the wall. It was about two feet high and Joyce stood up on it. "Michael, if you could come and stand here with your back to me," Joyce said, motioning to a spot in front of her. "No I'm not high enough, could you kneel down." I did as I was asked. "That's much better." I was aware of Joyce above me, camera pointed down, clicking away. "Could you put your hands out a little, making your shoulders flex; that's a great shot, thanks." "Sarah would it be okay if Michael pulled his willy just a little bit, to make it stick out, so I can get it in the picture?" Joyce asked. "Is that okay with you Michael?" Sarah asked. "I've no problem with that," I answered. I paused for a while, letting the tension build up, aware of all the eyes looking at me. I took my cock in my right hand; it already felt heavy and full of blood. I kept my eyes open and slowly pulled it; it instantly began to stiffen and rise. I let go, not wanting a full erection but aware that this one was already over seven inches and thick. "Is that okay?" I asked, looking up at Joyce. She was staring down at me, a glazed looked in her eyes and her mouth slightly open; after a moment she said, "Perfect." She took another few shots, "Can you flex your shoulders again, hold your belly tight and lean back a little." I did as she asked, as I tightened my abs and leaned back I could feel the front of my thighs stretch and tighten and my cock stick out some more. It was a great feeling; a nice stretch, my muscles taut and hard and that tightness you get in your balls when blood is flowing to your cock. I felt so alive and masculine. I could hear Joyce clicking away and was aware of the others to my left also taking photos, I automatically pulled my abs tighter, causing my cock to rise and protrude even further. This must be some sight. "Michael could you lean back further?" I did as Joyce asked until my bum was touching my heels and my shoulders were touching the bench Joyce was stood on. I could see the camera pointing directly down at me, obscuring Joyce's face. I could also see her boobs and the outline of her low cut bra, restrained by her blouse as she leaned forward. "Michael, rest both hands on the front of your hips, face down, either side of your cock; good! now flex all your arm muscles; wonderful! now tilt your head back slowly, eyes straight ahead." I got into position, concentrating on flexing hard but staying still at the same time. Wow! Joyce had her legs apart for balance and as I tilted my head back I was between her legs, looking straight up. She must know, in fact I think she wiggled further apart to give me more room and a better view. It's dark near the top but I can see Joyce's creamy thighs touching, the outline of her ass cheeks just visible as her skirt bellows out to cover her round ass. My view of the rest of the room is obscured by Joyce's legs but to me the atmosphere feels electric. My previously hard cock is now rock hard and erect, my body angle causing it to point up at Joyce. Oh my god! Joyce leans forward to take close ups of my cock, this causes her thighs to tighten and move apart some more, her ass to stick out and her skirt to rise up, letting in more light. I can see small white panties wedged into her crotch and between her ass cheeks, I feel my cock twitch a little and what I think is pre cum trickle out. This woman could make me explode without even touching me. I'm expecting Sarah to stop it at any minute, but she doesn't. Joyce leans a bit closer, I can see her hamstrings, defined and tight, leading to her glorious ass. A bit of my brain tells me I need to stop this before it goes any further. I want to speak but don't know if I can, I manage to croak, "You can squat down if you want, get a closer shot." I heard gasps from our watchers and a little laugh from Joyce. She stepped down off the bench smiling; she leaned down to me and in a sultry voice said "Naughty!" before leaning in further and kissing me, the tip of her tongue brushing very lightly against my lips. Joyce straightened up and a spontaneous round of applause comes from our audience. I straightened, slightly embarrassed, I didn't know whether to stand, turn and take a small bow or go and put my dressing gown on. I decided on the dressing gown. I could hear people chatting and saying how good it was, I put on my dressing gown and turned around. Sarah is chatting to Joyce and calls me over, I'm a bit nervous about this. "That was fabulous you two, really erotic and sexy. I'm not sure how many photos we took, everyone was too busy watching and holding their breath." "I got some good close ups, you're a beautiful man and great model," Joyce said. "Thank you, my view was pretty spectacular too." The three of us laughed a little and Joyce went a little red, she leaned into us and in a low, conspiratorial voice said, "I haven't felt this turned on in ages, I'll have to take it out on my husband when I get home." We laughed again and I said, "Lucky husband." Which got me a blush from Joyce and a dirty look from Sarah. Sarah made a little speech thanking me and thanking the students for their hard work over the previous weeks and saying she was looking forward to the same next term. Belinda asked if I'd be coming back next term and I said I'd love too. After that people began to leave, a few coming over to say goodbye personally. Joyce came over and gave Sarah a hug and a kiss on the cheeks, "Thank you, you've really inspired me, I'll be in contact soon." She said to Sarah. Turning to me she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said "See you sexy man." I blushed a bit. Belinda came over and gave me a big hug, holding far longer than necessary, grinding herself into me until the obvious effect happened. She let go and gave me a slow kiss on the lips, I dare not move. Her work done, she let go and said "Bye!" before walking out with an exaggerated wiggle. I looked at Sarah who smiled and shook her head as if to say 'Unbelievable' I just tutted and said "Young ones, huh." After everyone was gone I asked Sarah what she thought of it, she said she'd found some of it hard, feeling more jealous and uncomfortable than she thought she would but that she had managed to relax and really enjoyed the eroticism of it. She asked how I found it, I said I'd enjoyed every bit of it, feeling incredibly turned on but not able to do anything about it. I also said I enjoyed winding her up and making her jealous, which got me a slap on the arm. I asked what Joyce had meant by being in contact soon, "I asked her if she would like to pose for me, to do some couple shoots with you and she said she'd love to." I was speechless, my cock instantly hardening under my gown. "Would you like to fuck her?" Without hesitation and with a smirk I answered "Absolutely, I'd like to fuck every bit of her." Which got me another slap. I turned and walked over to the door and locked it, locking us in and others out. I took Sarah in my arms, kissing her passionately, holding her tight so she could be in no doubt as to how horny I was. I pushed her to her knees, she opened my gown, my big, hard cock right in front of her face. "Ooh, you are a naughty, big boy." "Do you mind if I call you Joyce?" which got me the hardest slap, right across my cock. GOING ON HOLIDAY AND MEETING SARAH'S PARENTS. We were getting the 7am flight to Faro, on the south coast of Portugal; and were both weary, having been up late the night before and then up early to travel to the airport. It was only just after five but the traffic was building up already. "How you doing?" I asked, turning to look at Sarah. "Good, just tired." "You looking forward to it?" "I am. Once we get through the bloody airport and are on the plane I'll perk up a bit; it'll feel like we're on holiday." I smiled and leaned over and kissed her, and promptly got hooted from the car behind, the traffic having moved off in front of me. We both laughed as we drove off, getting hooted had cheered us up a bit. The evening before had been strained, partly because of the hassle of packing at the last minute but mainly because of the strange, unfamiliar mood that Sarah was in. Any comments I made or questions I asked were met with sarky, snapped replies. I could have asked her what was bothering her but I had a fairly good idea what the problem was and wanted to get my own head around it first. At Sarah's request I had spent the previous afternoon posing nude for a group of students she taught photography to. I took a bit of convincing but once the session started I had thoroughly enjoyed it, finding it both liberating and incredibly erotic. Therein lay the problem, I think. Over the nine months we had been together Sarah had changed me; from a staid, fairly conservative character to a much more outgoing, adventurous one; bringing out my exhibitionist side along the way. We now spent much of our time at home in the nude, Sarah photographing me regularly and even making me the star of her successful photographic exhibition; where there were two whole rooms filled with pictures of cocks; big, small, black, white, every type. She had convinced me, along with herself, to go naked in public, and we had had incredibly hot sexual encounters with her two wild sisters. Throughout all of this we had grown closer and more in love, planning to get married the following year. Sarah's mantra was that love was a special thing between two people but that sexuality and nudity were the most natural, beautiful things in the world, to be enjoyed and embraced. It was the way she was brought up and she totally believed it. I was way behind her but catching up fast, embracing this new attitude and lifestyle, which brings us to the previous afternoon.

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Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 1

SARAH'S PHALLIC FASCINATION: PART 1. A STORY OF SIN, SALVATION AND SEX. BASED ON A POST BY BIGGALUTE [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Biggalute/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/sarahs-phallic-fascination/SarahsPhallicFascination1.mp3] AT EXPLICIT NOVELS [https://feeds.feedburner.com/explicitnovels]. [https://archive.org/download/sarahs-phallic-fascination/SarahsPhallicFascination1.jpg] "I want to sleep with you!" Sarah said. "What", "Wow", "Yeah," or words to that effect stumbled from my mouth. Or maybe I said nothing, so dumbfounded was I. Sarah smiled, her green eyes twinkling. Sensing and probably enjoying my confusion she leaned forward and whispered in my ear,"I said I want to sleep with you tonight, what do you say?" "Err, yes." "Good," she clinked her bottle off of mine, "Don't drink too many of those," and was gone, saying something about wanting to mingle some more before we left. This was wild, I hadn't been with a woman or even tried to chat one up, not sober at least, in over two years and now a beautiful woman who I hardly knew had just said she wanted to sleep with me. How did I get here? I'd scraped through college, I was bright but much more interested in drinking and fucking than I was in any text books. I finished college and moved back to London and somehow landed a nice little number as a trader in an investment bank. It was busy, which l enjoyed, the money was very good and so was the partying. After a while my drinking was becoming a problem both for me and my employer. They gave me two weeks leave and told me to sort myself out. I found a nice clinic where they gave me nice pills, spoke nicely, told me I was cured and gave me a nice big bill. I obviously wasn't 'cured' but I had gone a period of time without a drink, gotten over the worst of the Hebe-gee bees and with support from friends and some heavy duty benzos managed to stay off the grog. My main boss, it turned out, had been an addict himself and proved to be quite understanding; in fact it was him who suggested I join a gym, and so it was that I replaced one addiction with another, albeit a much healthier one. Six months into my new life and I'm in the gym almost nightly, giving it large, muscles bulging, heart pounding, sweat pouring; I loved it. I'd never felt so good. One evening at the gym a very vaguely familiar face wanders over, 'It's Mike, isn't it?" "Yes that's right, sorry, do I know you?" "Barry, Barry Jones. We met a few times at Uni." "When I saw you come in I thought you looked familiar, but I couldn't place you." Barry says not to worry, I was very pissed the few time we met, probably hard to remember. After a bit more small talk he asks, "Do you remember Liz Cordon?" "I do," I say. "Beautiful looking girl, big boobs, always flirting and trying to cajole people into joining some student society or other." Barry laughs, "That's the one, we're engaged now." I felt myself redden a bit, "Sorry mate, didn't mean to be insulting." "No worries," he smiled. "Liz would probably agree with that description herself. Anyway, we're having a BBQ Saturday night, you should come along, Liz would love to meet you again and there should be a few others you know too." Now it's not that I don't like Barbecues, but the thought of being around lots of people drinking worries me, also I often acted like a complete bollix when at Uni, and then there's the question of women. I was, somehow, quite successful with women, my often drunken patter charming the knickers off of more than a few of my fellow students. The prospect of meeting someone I had either slept with or had offended, or maybe both of these things, really didn't appeal. I reluctantly agreed, and so on a balmy Saturday evening in July I bought a bottle of wine and a six pack of non alcoholic beer for myself and went to the BBQ. Liz was as vivacious as l remembered her, giving me a big hug, seemingly unaware of the effects her big boobs could have on a man when pressed into his chest. I was introduced to a few people I didn't know and then found myself a little corner where l could stand and take it all in. It was then that Sarah came over to me, she told me we had met twice at parties and that l had twice tried my hardest to chat her up, I said it surely couldn't have been my hardest, which got a little laugh. A little bit more small talk and then Bam! "I want to sleep with you." Anyone looking at me as Sarah walked away would surely have seen a large, grown man with his jaw hanging open. I really was taken aback. After I had re gathered my composure I spent the rest of the evening making small talk and stealing glances at Sarah, studying her face, unmade up as far as I could tell but with a glowing, English rose like complexion. And wondering, wondering what lie ahead and also what lie beneath her leggings and the loose, white, thigh length shirt she was wearing. Finally she came over to me. "You ready to go?" "Yes." We walked out of the house, a few knowing glances and nods bidding us farewell. "Where too?" Sarah asked. "I only live about fifteen minutes walk away so we could go there." "Perfect." As we rounded the first corner Sarah stopped me, put her hand behind my head and brought me down for a kiss. I've had plenty of kisses before, but none like this. It seemed to go on forever, sending sensations through my whole body, l actually felt my knees start to buckle. "Wow." Sarah smiled coyly, she took my hand and we began to walk. After no more than ten steps it was my turn, l nearly lifted her off the ground in my eagerness to kiss her, this time it was her turn to say, "Wow, at this rate we'll never get to yours." We both laughed like love struck kids. We walked, talked and laughed. She said that she'd liked me when we'd met before but that I was too much of a pisshead and that I was much nicer sober. She told me she worked as a graphic designer but really wanted to be a professional photographer. l talked about my work and my battle with the booze. Only as l was putting the key in the lock did the reality of what we were planning to do hit me. "Nice apartment." "Thanks." "You live here alone?" "Is it that obvious?" Sarah just smiled and asked for the bathroom. Whilst she was gone l was thinking. Up to this point Sarah had been very assertive and seemed to know exactly what she wanted, which was both a new and enjoyable experience for me, but l was a bit conflicted, my alpha side telling me to take control. "You found it Okay?" "Yes thanks, I must say this place is very neat and tidy, for a bachelor pad." "Confession, I have a cleaner come in once a week." "That explains it." We both smiled and looked at each other. "Where's the bedroom?" "Through there, but l want you to take your clothes off here," I said, trying to slow my breathing and sound calm. Sarah stared at me, then with a slight grin started to unbutton her shirt. I knew from cuddling Sarah earlier that she was slim and small breasted, not my normal 'type', but as she slowly worked her way down, it was all I could do not to let my tongue hang out, or burst out of my trousers for that matter. As she removed her shirt I could see that she wore no bra under her thin, delicately laced camisole, the outline of her small breasts and erect nipples clearly visible. Sarah never took her eyes off of me as she lifted it slowly over her head, standing, almost challenging me to absorb every inch of her. After a few seconds she slowly turned, showing me her slim, finely muscled back. It was only then that I noticed how toned her whole body was, defined arms and back and slim legs leading to an incredibly pert bum, still hidden under her leggings. The sexual tension was incredible, she stood facing me again, an eyebrow gently raised, questioning. What do you think? Shall I continue? I smiled and gave a little nod, this was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Sarah chuckled, " You're enjoying this." She blew me a kiss, lightning the mood and breaking the spell and in what looked like one movement removed her leggings and shoes. She stood naked and proud, " What do you think?" "Beautiful." She walked forward and gave me the lightest of kisses, "Your turn now." Moving sensually was not my thing, so l just took a deep breath and stripped, Sarah standing with an amused smirk, particularly when I had to stretch my underpants outwards to get them over my engorged cock. "Golly, that's bigger and more beautiful than I had heard." "Excuse me?" "Your cock and what you could do with it were the talk of the student bars." "Piss off." "Well maybe not quite, but still you had a reputation." "Blimey!" She winked at me, "I like nice cocks, that's why I wanted to sleep with you." "Use me and abuse me why don't you." "l fully intend to." Sarah grabbed my cock with a surprisingly strong grip and started to pump it slowly. "Ooh this is going to be fun, it's not the longest I've seen but it's certainly the thickest, my fingers are nowhere near touching." Now l like dirty talk as much as the next man but I was beginning to get a little bit freaked. "How many have you seen?" "Ooh lots," She said, her rhythm on my cock never changing. "I'm quite an aficionado, in fact you could say I'm fascinated by them." Now I would have like to have asked her more but all I could manage was a groan, the rhythmic pumping having the desired effect. Sarah knew she had me, she brought her other hand around and gently squeezed my balls. "Come with me," and with that she lead me, by the cock, into the bedroom. We stopped just before the bed, Sarah kissed me, her hand never leaving my cock. "Lay down, I'm going to fuck your brains out." I did as she said, propping myself up on the pillows so I could watch Sarah. She positioned herself between my legs, running her hands up my body, slowly tracing the outline of the muscles, stopping with her head beside my cock. "I don't think there's any chance of that fitting in my mouth," she said, before running her tongue the length of it and sticking her tongue into the slit, eliciting groans of both pain and pleasure, so sensitive was it. "Ooh sorry," Sarah said, before kissing it better, which was both adorable and delicious. Sarah raised herself up, her eyes locked into mine as she straddled me. I don't think my cock has ever been as hard, aching , so engorged was it. Sarah grabs a hold and positions me at her opening then stops, staring at me with a devilish look. She lets go and starts to tease her clit before slipping two fingers into herself. Her expression changes, eyes closed as she starts frigging herself hard. God she is so hot. I'm completely mesmerized by Sarah, holding my breath as she's pants, writhes and shudders into what looks like the most intense orgasm I have ever seen. She's gone, half open eyes looking but not seeing, lost and vulnerable in that intense, incredible feeling. I sit forward and put my arms around Sarah, holding her close, her head nestled into my lightly haired chest. As her breathing settles Sarah looks at me. "Sorry." "For what?" "For not fucking you." And then half-heartedly, "We could do it now." "Don't spoil it, that was the most erotic, intense thing I have ever seen, it was mind blowing for me so god only knows how you must feel." I brush the hair from her face, I honestly think this is the sexiest woman I have ever met. "Lay down," I say. We lay making small talk, Sarah cuddled into me, her head on my right shoulder, her right arm across me and my hand firmly on her bum, my middle finger just lying between her cheeks. This feels so gorgeous and so right. Sarah started tracing shapes across my skin with the lightest touch of her fingers. Now although I still felt horny, the horniness had been tempered by the contentedness that I felt in having this incredible woman close to me. But once her fingers started moving, my libido went into overdrive, my skin on fire and my cock rock hard, touching my belly button and ready to do some serious damage. Sarah sensed my tension, her hand reaching down and touching me, her fingers feeling slightly sticky as they touched my hot skin. "Oh my god! That feels even bigger than before." "I really need to explode, I want to be deep inside you." Sarah didn't say anything she just bit my chest, "Ouch." She pulled me over and wriggled under me at the same time, our faces only inches apart as I supported my weight. "I want you to fuck me so hard, Drill me, Screw me." Sarah put her arms around my neck and pulled her face to mine, kissing and biting my lips, frenzied in her passion. I put a hand between us and pinched her nipple hard, "Ouch, harder!" I pinched again, holding the pressure there. "Fuck Me!" Both our hands went down, Sarah holding her pussy lips open as I started to slowly push into her, aware of my size and her small frame. "Harder," Sarah barked, biting and scratching, pushing herself onto me. Meeting each one of my thrusts with one of her own, she wrapped her legs around me, opening herself up and pulling me in at the same time. The sheer animal brutality of it proved to much, I exploded with a force I didn't think possible. I know it's only a few cc but it felt like gallons, wave after wave, spasm after spasm. Sarah held on tight, not allowing our bodies to part or my cock to leave her hot, glorious hole. "Kneel up," she said and I knelt back on my haunches, easily bringing Sarah with me. I was suddenly acutely aware of the difference in our sizes. I was a muscular, broad shouldered six footer and she was a slim, small boned woman. I must have easily been twice her weight. Surely I must have hurt her. I kissed her, "That was amazing, incredible," I said. "Yes it was." "Thank you," I kissed her again, holding her tightly. "I'm sorry if I was a bit rough, I hope I didn't hurt you." As if by answer Sarah pushed herself down on me and held my soft cock tight with her pussy, "No, maybe bruised my cervix a bit, but apart from that.." I looked at Sarah, her face breaking into a gorgeous smile, her eyes twinkling, letting me know she was joking me. I smiled, god I could love this woman. The next morning I awoke and was aware of Sarah sat up in the bed next to me, sketching on a note pad that I normally leave in the kitchen. She leaned down and kissed me. "Morning sleepy head, I helped myself to coffee, I hope you don't mind." "No of course not." "Would you like a cup?" "Yes please." Sarah jumped out of bed and went to the kitchen, god, she really was gorgeous, lithe and energetic and seemingly completely at ease with herself and her naked body. I leant over and picked up the pad from the bedside cabinet where Sarah had left it. On it was a drawing of a mans midsection, presumably mine, covering from halfway up my thighs to just below my rib cage. I'm not artistically natured, but to me it seemed very good. Sarah returned with the coffee. "That's a very good drawing." "Thanks, I hope you didn't mind me drawing you why you were still asleep." I shook my head "There's another one on the previous page." I flipped over the page to be greeted by a very detailed drawing of my penis, veins and all. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that," I said, Sarah just smiled at me. I looked at it some more, "It nearly looks like there's colors in it, how'd you do that?" "It's just shading, gives that effect." "Very good." "I hope you don't mind, I loved the look of it when I woke up and wanted to draw it." "No I don't mind, you wouldn't know it was mine, it could be anyone's." "I'd always know it was yours." "Do you draw pictures of all the cocks you've seen?" "No, I normally take photos of them." Before I could say anymore Sarah kissed me deeply and this inevitably lead to another rip-roaring love making session. Oh, and my coffee went cold. We spent the rest of the day together, in fact over the next couple of weeks we spent nearly all our free time together mainly at mine as Sarah shared an apartment. Sarah was as good as her word and started taking some photos of me, awake and with my permission, often my genitals but other parts also. One evening Sarah said her flat mate was moving out and she'd have to get someone else in to share the rent. I said it would make more sense if she moved in with me. "Don't you think that's a big step for us to take?" "It is, but you're here most of the time, which I love and I like the idea of you living here, if you want to." Sarah was quite for a time and then said "I'd love to," and with a smile, "I can be your live in lover, you can be my muse, I can take photos and draw pictures of you whenever I want." "Um" I said. She seemed to work in body parts, rarely taking ones of my face or whole body. I was happy with my body and enjoyed the attention. I'll admit that I found it an incredible turn on having this beautiful woman take pictures of my body. Whenever she was taking ones of my prick I would very quickly get a hard on which Sarah would give out about as it wasn't always the shot she was after. "I already have lots of pics of your ginormous, gorgeous hard-on, I want ones of it flaccid or semi-hard." "I know, but I can't help it, it's the effect you have on me." We tried taking shots after sex, but nothing was as guaranteed to get me hard again as Sarah getting her camera or phone and taking photos. "There's only one thing for it, whenever we're both at home you have to be naked, you can't possibly stay hard the whole time, that way I'll get lots of different shots." "What!, you want me to prance around twerking naked, just so you can take some photos." "Yes," she laughed. Coming over to me she took my cock in her soft hands "It'll be fun, and I'll join you in the buff, we'll live naked." I wanted to argue, but Sarah knew the way to a mans heart wasn't through his stomach but somewhere south of that, and by twisting her wrist, twisted me around her finger in two seconds flat. So it was that we started living naked, this was no problem for Sarah who even as a child had been on naturist holidays with her parents and seemed happier out of clothes than in them. For me it was more problematic, do you know how dodgy it is to open a hot oven with a big dong sticking out in front of you? It can be eye watering to say the least. Sarah took great delight in first buying and then dressing me up in a flowery little apron. I came to love being naked and whilst nakedness in of itself isn't necessarily sexual, our nakedness certainly was, every time we would touch it was electric, no hiding our arousal, whether it was Sarah's erect nipples and delicious wet pussy or my hard cock and whimpering like a dog on heat every time Sarah would even just put her hands on my hips, or better still, run her finger up the crack of my ass. The photography, our original reason for going naked, was now nearly secondary. Sarah would snap away whenever the mood took her. I asked a few times to see the shots she had taken but Sarah said she either wasn't happy with them or wanted me to wait till she printed them. Pretty lame excuses but I wasn't fussed, I was in love with the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I had ever met, on top of which we lived naked and fucked nearly every single day. One afternoon Sarah phoned and said she and her boss were taking a good client out for a meal that night and probably drink

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Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 2

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