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🕑 Added 2024-11-11 04:18:40 +0000 UTC “Fuck… I came while drawing…” My heart was racing as I desperately tried to catch my breath. The orgasm that had just rocked my body left me lightheaded and almost disoriented. Sweat dripped down my bare chest. I could feel every trickle of it, the texture of the leather of my chair beneath me. I’d kept on my mule sandals and pink gloves because that’s just how I was most comfortable, but now I was hyper aware of them. I was hyper aware of every sensation I felt. I sighed deeply. If my mentor saw me now, he’d be so disappointed with me. He was always telling us we needed to stay aroused and not give in, that being horny drove our creative impulses and if we indulged ourselves then we’d lose the desire to draw. At least in the moment we would. I can’t say he was wrong. I loved art and creating, but I admitted that the last thing I wanted to do right now was pick up a pencil. Besides, I had too much liquid on my hands to try to stain the pages I’d just finished. ‘Oh, well. Can’t lay here forever,’ I thought and pushed myself up off the chair. I made my way to the bathroom, listening to the click clack of my heels the entire way. Heels were the one piece of clothing that I indulged in. I mostly lived in sweatshirts and jackets, just casual things. But heels were the one thing I wore that could be considered fancy. I had favorites too of course. Inside I prefer slip on heels, ones without any kind of back. That way I could just easily slide them off whenever I wanted to use my feet as hand, which I did rather frequently. I didn’t necessarily rush through my shower, but I didn’t dawdle too much either. The water felt good and refreshing as it helped my overheated body cool down after an intense orgasm. However, when I stepped out my phone was buzzing off the hook with messages. I loved getting so many messages, but sometimes they became a little overwhelming. I’d recently acquired a sort of following for my art, and people loved to message me telling me how much they enjoyed my pieces and how they felt represented. It was a rush, and I enjoyed reading each one. I wrapped a towel around my body and skimmed through every one. I was delighted to see one from Adalynn, the futanari that had been dressed as a maid at the last convention. We’d really hit it off and had started texting each other regularly. “Hey there,” her message read. “I was wondering if you’d continued drawing the Sapphic Chronicles? I’m really excited to read more of it!” My heart fluttered at the delight in such a beautiful girl taking joy in my work. “Hi! I was actually working on that just today. I added a few new characters and mutations.” I didn’t care that water continued to drip down my back and pool on the floor beneath me. I just stared at my screen hoping she’d reply. A few seconds later she did. “Any chance I could get a sneak peek? Just a little one?” I imagined her giving me a cute little pouty look as I replied. “I don’t have them scanned in yet, but I could send you a picture of the pages if you want.” “Better idea! Why don’t we meet at that café on Fourth Avenue for lunch? Maybe you could just show them to me in person.” To say I was startled was an understatement. I had planned to work for the rest of the day, but meeting up with her was very enticing. Besides, it’d let me get out and stretch my legs a little bit. “Alright. Though it’ll be a bit weird to show you my drawings in a café.” “Don’t worry about it! I’ve been there before. Delicious food and coffee, but not a lot of people go there. It’s very discreet.” She said and added a winky face emoji. “Meet you in an hour!” I smiled, suddenly very glad I’d just showered. I pulled a favorite mini skirt and sweater from my closet, as well as a bra that made all four of my breasts stand out. To top the outfit off I added a four piece jacket and some open toed, high heeled sandals to show off my pedicure. Before heading out the door, I put my most recent comic pages in an art folder to more easily carry them with me. The café wasn’t very far from my apartment, and even though I’m not the most striking mutant I still got a few glances on my way there. I just attributed it to my exposed legs though. It was a really conflicting feeling being stared at like this. On the one hand I kind of liked the attention, but on the other it was a bit invasive sometimes. Like can’t a mutant just walk to meet a friend in peace? I spotted her the second I walked through the door. She stood up to wave at me, motioning for me to come over to the table she’d been seated at. She was wearing a corseted dress that highlighted her generous cleavage and a flowy skirt that hid the fact that she was a futanari well. Even though I was wearing platform heels, I was still nowhere near as tall as she was. I was just at the right height for my face to be completely buried in her beautiful breasts when she hugged me. I didn’t fail to notice her bulge pressing against my stomach. The waiter brought us coffee and cookies a few minutes later, and I nervously slid my art folder over for Adalynn to flip through. She munched while she flipped, not saying a word or giving any indication that she liked what she saw. My spirits were falling, thinking she hated them. Maybe I’d have to start all over on this chapter. I jumped when she slammed the folder shut. “Sorry,” she said when she saw my startled reaction. She sighed before continuing. “It’s just that these pages are nearly perfect and now I have a massive boner.” It was her turn to turn red. “Oh! Uh, I guess I should be proud of that,” I took the art folder back from her and put it on a chair beside me. “You said nearly perfect though. Is there something you think could be changed? I’m open to feedback.” She waved a hand as if to wave away my comment. “Don’t worry about it, it’s just a tiny detail.” “No, please, I want to know. I’m always looking for ways to improve my art and feedback really helps with that.” For a moment she just looked at me as if sizing me up and trying to figure out if I was being genuine. Not all artists take criticism well. “It’s just…your penises could use some improvement. They aren’t horrible, but if you added a few more details, they’d look far more realistic,” she offered. “I’m sorry if this is really forward, but when you’ve been with a guy have you really looked at his penis? Studied the shape, color, and curve of it?” My eyes fell to my lap where my hands were twisting my fingers together. “I…” I started to say but then realized I didn’t know what to say. “Oh, I’m sorry! I thought you were into guys,” Adalynn said, realization dawning on her. I had been writing a comic series called Sapphic Chronicles after all. I shook my head, a small chuckle breaking through my lips. “Heh, most people think I’m gay,” I said, still not meeting her eyes. “Are you not?” “No, I’m pansexual.” I finally looked up at her, wanting to see how she reacted to the word. Her face just showed confusion though. “So…you’re attracted to pans or….?” I tried to hide the eye roll. That was always the assumption people made when they heard the term for the first time. “No, it’s kinda like being bisexual but with less emphasis on gender. I basically don’t care what gender the person is so long as the vibes are right.” It was the easiest way I knew to explain it. Adalynn nodded in understanding. “Okay, cool. That still doesn’t really answer my question though. Have you really looked at a penis before? Like with intent to study it for drawing purposes?” “N-no. I…the only time I’ve really come close to seeing a penis in real life is when you had that erection in front of me at the convention.” I swear she smiled at my admission as if it gave her some kind of thrill. “Oh, well, let me help you then. If you want, that is. I live nearby and if you want, we can go back to my place and I can let you have a good look. I could be your model, so to speak.” This was the second time she had rendered me speechless today. I barely knew her, was this really a good idea? It would be good to actually have a model for the things I was trying to draw, especially since I wanted them to be as realistic as possible. I bit my lower lip as I thought and then eventually made up my mind. “Alright, let’s go,” I said. My heart was racing at the idea, but I told myself it was just to help improve my art. We paid the bill and walked the block to her apartment. I was thankful it was close by. It meant I had less time to chicken out and change my mind. Once the door was locked and we were seated on her couch, she slowly lifted her skirt revealing her already hard penis. It was covered in a pair of lace panties that barely covered it, but I still couldn’t help the way I gawked at it. I was intrigued not just from an artistic standpoint, but there was some small thrill running through my body at being alone with her like this. “Oh, wow it’s already pretty hard,” I said without thinking. I couldn’t help noticing how it was already almost fully erect. She smiled. “That happens when I spend so long looking at beautiful drawings and people.” Her eyes drifted down my bare legs and I swear her penis got even harder, more erect. Reflexively, I tried to pull my skirt down to cover more of my bare skin. There wasn’t nearly enough material to cover even my thighs though, so the move was pointless. “It’s so cute how you’re so shy about your legs even though you’re wearing a mini skirt and high heels,” Adalynn said. “I dress in what makes me feel comfortable, but it’s not really intended to draw anyone’s attention,” I said. “I don’t always like to be looked at like that.” “That’s ok. We’re not here for you to be the model anyway. That’s my job.” And with that she hooked her fingers beneath the band of her panties and slowly lowered them, revealing her very hard penis entirely to me. There was a bit of precum dripping down the side of it, but my eyes were focused on the shape and length and even how some of the veins were visible along the shaft. Without thinking I grabbed a notepad and a couple pencils from my bag. My lower two hands held the notepad firm while one of my upper hands sketched out her penis. My remaining hand held another pencil near it for length comparison. I had forgotten all about our conversation regarding attractiveness and was completely absorbed in drawing and studying my subject. In fact, I’d forgotten about all conversations, I was completely absorbed in my art. At one point I kicked off my shoes and, wanting to feel the texture of a penis, brought one of my feet up and slid it along her penis. It did not feel the way I expected it to, but I wasn’t exactly disappointed in the feeling. It was only her moans that brought me back to reality. “Mmmmm yes don’t stop,” she moaned. I nearly dropped my pencils when I looked up and saw her head tilted back, eyes closed in pleasure. “Oh my god I’m so sorry!” I said, completely shocked and embarrassed at how lost I’d gotten in drawing. “I just got curious about how it felt and thought it would help my sketch it better, and I just…” My words melted into moans as she picked up one of my feet and licked off the precum that had dripped down it. “I love how dedicated you are to your art,” she said in between licks. Her tongue held the lightest touch, and it sent chills up my spine. “If you want to feel a penis then I’m happy to oblige. But I think you should try feeling one from inside.” Her words were breathy and her eyes dreamy. Both made my heart race with thoughts I’d never acted on before. “I-inside? You mean…? I don’t know…that’s rather quick and…” I couldn’t finish my objections with her tongue taking long, slow licks up the entire length of my feet like that. Fuck it felt good. And I couldn’t deny that even though it was a little intimidating, I wanted to know exactly what a penis felt like from inside. “I’ve never done that before,” I managed to eke out. She smiled. “That’s ok. We can go slow. No commitment necessary. Just two people indulging themselves with a little research and good times.” Having my first time be with her was actually very tempting. She was very attractive and despite her forwardness she put me at ease. My eyes dropped to her rather large penis, and I couldn’t help but be a little concerned. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle,” she said. She must have noticed my frown but saw through it to my desire. I swallowed hard but nodded my consent. She took my hand and led me down a dark hall to her bedroom. The dark furniture and dim light gave the room a cozy feel. The plush sheets beneath me made me extra comfortable. I watched as she removed the rest of her clothes. She stepped out of her skirt, and I noted the curve of her hip and the creaminess of her thigh. Her breasts were full and beautiful, and while I wanted to touch them, I was far more interested in her penis. It had felt great in my feet and I longed to feel it elsewhere. My body clenched at the thought. I leaned back on the bed fully nak ed as I watched her pull a con dom from the bedside table and slip it on in one fluid motion. She’d clearly done this before. My mind once again focused on how big her penis actually was. I’d heard a lot of girls say the first time hurt, but then it was pleasurable. Is that how this would be? Surely it would hurt with how big she was. My heart began racing and my breath turned shallow. Then before I knew it, she was on top of me, kissing me. In between kisses she took off my glasses and carefully put them on the nightstand. “Just keep focusing on how things feel,” she said and slid a hand along the side of one of my breasts as if to emphasize her words. “Do you have a psychic mutation or something? Because that is the second time today that you’ve read my mind.” She giggled and brushed a strand of hair away from my eyes. “Not exactly. Your thoughts are just written on your face. You’re very easy to read.” She kissed lightly along my neck. “Don’t be afraid to touch me. This is supposed to be research for you after all. Let your body react however it wants. I promise I won’t bite.” Her teeth scraped along my neck in the smallest of jokes. I let out a tiny moan and tried to focus on her instructions. I brought my four hands up to cup her breasts and feel their softness in my palms. Meanwhile her hands were venturing south between my legs. Her fingers slid up my pussy and found my clit, rubbing it in little circles and making me pant. I couldn’t lay still. My hips started to move on their own as I felt pleasure coiling throughout my body. Her smile was wide and seductive above me. “I like that you’re already wet and ready to go,” she purred. Her hand moved away, not letting me finish yet. In its place the tip of her penis pushed against my vagina. “Okay, I’m going to enter you now.” I wrapped all four of my arms and legs around her and closed my eyes as she slid in. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as other girls made it sound like it would. In fact, it felt amazing. My pussy was stretched tight, but not to a painful amount. It was just the right amount in fact for every nerve ending in it to feel every subtle movement of her penis, and it was glorious. So deliciously glorious. She moved in and out of me rhythmically, building the pleasure that filled my body and made it tighten. “It f-feels so good…” I panted. She began to pump faster, my skin rubbing against hers as we both spiraled in pleasure. I fell over the edge first, screaming in pleasure as my vagina pulsed its release. Adalynn fell over immediately after, clutching my body tightly to hers as I did the same to her. We collapsed beside each other, both of us struggling to catch our breath. “Wow,” she said. “It’s been a long time since I had such great sex.” I blushed heavily. I could barely keep my eyes open. She'd worn me out so much. “I had a great first time and I certainly learned a lot.” Adalynn laughed a deep laugh. “You really are a nerd!” “Guilty,” I said and turned over towards her, my eyes skimming down her body. I couldn’t help noticing that her penis was still hard. “Wow those things really have a lot of stamina huh?” She smiled again as she looked into my eyes. “I was just thinking you need to know what it feels like to suck one of these.” My eyes went wide. It certainly was going to be a great afternoon of research and references.
