Desire Incarnate

She reached up to grab a large sheet hanging in front of her which had been dividing the room. She pulled it to the floor revealing a surprisingly elaborate photography set up. Two towering light poles with black umbrellas flanked a serious looking camera rig mounted to a muscular tripod.

I should have known she'd have a good set up, but I assumed the large sheet was just for privacy. Everything got very real in my head as I watched her flip on a power switch and climb behind the camera.

"Don't worry about the photography Ben," she said loudly as if hearing my thoughts. Her face was hidden behind the camera, "You just worry about how much of that sexy cock you might be able to fit inside me!"

Jesus she was good. Watching her expertly manipulate the tripod was hardly distracting enough to keep my mind from diving between her legs again. I might have groaned.

"Or do you think you could get it all in," she continued as she made more adjustments. "You'd have to push really hard I think. Maybe you could grab my hips and pull my pussy the rest of the way around it."

The visual was explicit, and I closed my eyes to envision my rod plunging deep into Penny's spectacular sex, the smell from which was still permeating my senses.

I heard her say something quietly to herself, and then all at once a bright blinding FLASH lit up the inside of my eyelids as if they were translucent! I heard the camera's mirrors whirring as the first image of my painted cock was captured for eternity.

"Oh my god," she said from behind her equipment, "this is amazing!"

I kept my eyes closed and heard her padding back over next to me. The next thing I knew my brain was melting all over the studio floor as her mouth locked onto mine and her tongue wormed its way inside. My lips parted instinctively, and the hot lust that poured into my face was aggressive and intense. It was the most sexual kind of kiss I had ever felt, like a "please for the love of god keep fucking me" kind of kiss.

She pulled away and my eyes popped open, right into hers. They twinkled and looked so endearing that my heart leaped. "That was amazing," I admitted, lost in the galaxy of her eyes. She smiled so brightly that my soul lit up.

Penelope practically bounced back behind the camera and peered in again. She made some more adjustments while I lingered on our kiss; the feel of her ruddy lips having their way with mine, her tongue pressing in, exploring, tasting me. I was floating in place.

Another FLASH exploded in the room, erasing shadows from every corner. My eyes quickly darkened and then adjusted back to normal, making my head spin. It was a little distracting and the room felt a lot less intimate, now that a serious photo shoot had suddenly begun.

Penelope stepped over her gear again towards me, her eyes on mine this time. She slowed her pace and stood back, pausing my view of her delicious figure. She cocked a hip to the side and invited me to really admire her delightful body.

Her pert breasts stared at me, their unblinking double gaze locked on my inner soul. My desire was so strong I started to feel like a child whose favorite toy was being held teasingly at arm's length. I wanted to cry out. As it turned out, I didn't need to because they started moving closer. Slowly they approached, excited nude points aimed at my face. Closer they came. I could smell her arousal, her sultry musk that permeated the room and the skin around my face.

Before I knew it, both of her tender breasts settled right over my face, beautifully suffocating my senses and inhibitions.

FLASH

The peachy outline of her body illuminated around us for an instant, and I brought my hand up to her waist to hold her tight. The sensation of her bare body against mine was physically intoxicating.

"My god Ben, look at that fucking cock," her voice reverberated through her soft chest pressing against my face, "it's magnificent!"

FLASH

I couldn't see much, but I could tell she had a remote in her hand to trigger the shutter and flash on the camera, and that her eyes were locked on my twitching pillar of art.

"Touch my ass," she commanded, to which I happily complied. I found her firm skin and cupped it in my hand, offering a gentle squeeze of admiration. My hand roamed her backside, curving over the hills and wandering deep into her erotic valley.

FLASH

My lips stretched toward a stiff nipple and she guided it the rest of the way, allowing me to once again nurse on a tender button. The taste of her tits and the feel of her ass had my cock surging in my lap. I was sure I was leaking all over her art as the desire to connect our bodies in a very aggressive way was taking over.

"Yes, that's it Ben. . ." she said as she pushed her ass into my roving hand, ". . . show me that big fucking cock. Yeah, look at that sexy thing." Oh how I loved the sound of her talking like that, like I was posing my long erection for her.

FLASH

"Mrs. McAllister is definitely going to want to suck your cock Benjamin," she said unexpectedly, "Candace loves my work, maybe a little too much," she said with a light chuckle. "She's even paid to watch me paint before." I listened intently with the skin of her breast spilling out the sides of my mouth, my hand inching between her cheeks.

FLASH

"It was the second image you saw in the coffee shop, and also my longest cock before you. Candace was very helpful that day, letting my model play with her big married boobs while I worked."

FLASH

"I actually caught her sucking his cock while I was downloading the images to my computer."

FLASH

"I knew something was up when she offered to wash the paint off when we were done. I couldn't help but stare as she ran her bright red lips up and down his shaft, taking his entire length inside.

"Oh you're getting so turned on Benjamin, look at all that juice leaking out. So. Fucking. Hot!"

I couldn't help but dig between her cheeks a bit further, and the first signs of her wetness touched my fingertips. Instantly she pushed back into me and I was deep between her drenched thighs, sliding my fingers around and sucking on her breast like it was keeping me alive.

Just then her head dropped down and I felt the soft blanket of her corn silk hair drape across my shoulder. I pushed along her saturated folds, and felt her body heave in response over me.

FLASH

She wasn't even looking.

FLASH

FLASH

She kept firing off shots as her naked body lay on mine and my fingers began a steady massage between her thighs. She matched my movements and breathed out a heavy huff of air.

FLASH

Quickly her waist straightened and her bosom left my hungry mouth. She turned around with my hand still wedged between her legs and bent . . . over. I felt her fingers meet mine within the shallow pool of her wet lips as she escorted my fingertips deep into her body!

A rush of adrenaline poured through me as my fingers slid up into Penny's tight and amazingly flooded slit.

"Ooooh god . . ." she moaned as I worked them in. Her fingers stayed pressed against the juicy connection of my fingers and her lower lips. My cock was boiling and it started to hurt from being so hard and trying to get even harder.

She pulled my fingers out of her and held my wrist, spinning around and bringing them to her mouth. Before she wrapped her lips around them she whispered into my eyes, "How nice is that pussy going to feel slipping over your cock Benjamin?"

"Like heaven on earth . . . oh my god," I groaned as my pussy soaked fingers were swallowed all the way into her mouth. This girl was rocking my world with this night of over-the-top excitement. My body was tingling and my eyes couldn't tear themselves away from her soft lips around the base of my fingers. She looked me in the eye, and slowly pulled them free.

"Hold that thought," she whispered with a wink and set my hand back at my side. I watched her turn to show me her nude bottom again, and stepped quickly behind the camera. "Holy shit Ben," she exclaimed, "these are some great shots!"

I waited and listened as she made more adjustments and flashed off about a dozen more photos. I had to close my eyes to keep the overwhelming light fluctuations under control. I felt a little stiffness leaving me and wondered what she'd do to help me get it back.

Nothing.

She just kept firing off flashy shots, one after the other. I felt a drop of my own precum land on my thigh . . . and she kept on shooting.

FLASH

FLASH

FLASH

I was starting to seriously worry as I felt my cock leaning. I strained to look down, and I was definitely softening. Just when I was about to say something, Penelope stepped over her gear again walked next to me and just stood there, staring, smiling, beaming.

There was an air about her I fell in love with immediately, and I looked deep into her eyes, holding my breath, waiting for what might be next.

That's when it happened.

She slowly and earth-shatteringly wrapped her hand around the girth of my long-neglected shaft and covered her precise craftsmanship with the most seductive grip my penis had ever known. The slack that had taken over was immediately replaced with a raging stiffness.

"We did it Ben," she whispered, her grip getting tighter, "you did it. Thank you so much for this."

"Um," I creaked, "it was seriously my pleasure."

"It's going to be," she said as she slowly pumped her tight grasp on my exasperated cock. She used her other hand to untie my body from the table, and guided my hand between her parted legs again. My fingers felt her bare lips wrapping around them, coaxing them inward, and daring me to push in further.

"Oh my god Benjamin," she moaned and placed her forehead atop my own as our hands worked our bodies into a frenzy, "this has been the best night, every . . . mmmmm, step of it."

My body thundered as her hand finally milked my aching cock, driving wild sensations through every pore of my skin as I swirled my fingertips around the top of her rigid clit. Our hands were aggressive, and we both began to breathe heavily.

"Oh my god Pen," I huffed out as my cock rushed toward the elusive eruption it had been so desperately craving, "I'm getting . . . close."

"Let it out Ben," she whispered through ragged breaths as my fingers buried themselves inside of her, and then moaned, "Ohhhhh god . . . I'm going to cum . . ."

The sounds of heavy breathing were echoing through the large studio full of art. We pumped each other's sex with fury, the heat building to a burn in a matter of moments.

Her hips began to shudder and jerk, and her pace on my cock felt frantic. I felt a world of cum being stroked out of me, and my skin started to crawl with the building sensation.

Suddenly my eyes opened wide and my butt clenched tight as the entire night of excitement rolled up into a tight orgasmic ball and exploded out the end of my colorful fucking cock!

"Oh my FUCKING god," she bawled as a volley of white semen shot upwards, seemingly straight up, and then another, and another. My body was shaking and I grunted loudly into the room as Penelope shoved herself onto my hand and started screaming. Suddenly her other hand quickly joined mine between her shaking thighs as her face pulled back to look me in the eyes. I pushed inside her and slid my fingers in and out of her body while she took the wheel and steered herself right into a solid wall of cum.

"OOOOOooooh F-F-FUCK . . . Oooh G-G-GOD . . . UUUNNNHHHH!" Her hips pushed her pussy down and my fingers dug inside. She jerked back and forth in ragged bursts, wonderfully climaxing all over my rigid digits deep in her body.

Her naked form was heaving and my muscles were tense, our mutual experience enveloping our senses and showering us with a waterfall of release. Her lips softly met mine and molded to them, ensuring me that what we felt was a mutual thing, and that there was absolutely more to come.

"Oh my god Pen," I finally breathed as our lips parted ways, "I am floating away on a cloud."

She replied simply, her breath still coming out in gasps, "Wait for me."

***

We didn't end up actually having sex that night, even though Penny had held that vision in front of me for so long to keep my mind going. Once we both recovered she gently cleaned her artwork off of me and we just sat on that soft table and talked for hours. We threw on robes and grabbed some food and just really got to know each other.

As it turned out we had a lot in common, besides the boiling lust for one another's body, and we both knew this was the start of something special.

We talked on the phone every day after that, and once life started back up we tried to see each other as often as we could. We got together for dinner a few times a week, and after a period of gradual build up, it was almost as if our dating hadn't started with one incredibly erotic night together.

We moved slowly. We dated. I couldn't wait to experience the depth in her eyes each time we got together; the enchantment of her smile, the love song of her voice. I had fallen for her.

The night of her big opening finally arrived, and Penelope had been at the gallery for days, arranging and displaying the breadth of her art. I wasn't allowed anywhere near it, so when the night finally came to see all of her effort on display, I was excited, and a little nervous. After all, my painted cock skin was surely part of one of the works on display. I adjusted the cuffs under my suit coat before entering through the wide open doors.

In my head I had pictured a cozy scene, a long hallway of prints, small cards below them with the name of the work and maybe a brief description. This was not that.

The first thing my eyes locked on was a crowd of maybe 50 people, all staring up at perhaps a 6 foot work of art, which featured a deep, lush jungle scene bursting with colorful flowers and dew dappled leaves. I knew this piece . . . intimately.

I was shocked at first by the massive size of it, then by the crowd, and then a bit relieved that I couldn't see my cock in the image anywhere. Maybe she just decided to go with only the painting in the end; it was absolutely magnificent by itself after all.

Just then an arm slipped into mine, and I looked beside me to see a shorter, middle aged woman, decked out in heavy makeup, large expensive jewelry, and the deepest cleavage I'd ever seen.

"Benjamin?" she asked with a sparkle to her voice, as if she already knew who I was, and continued regarding me as such. "My name's Candace. Penny asked me to find you and escort you inside."

The name sounded familiar, and I quickly remembered the story about how she sucked one the models after a painting session. I could immediately see how much fun that model must have had playing with her bosom, as her glittery gold top was so loose I found it hard to look her in the eye.

"Penny is going to be addressing the group in a few minutes, let's grab a spot over here and I'll introduce you to some of the guests."

She walked me to a small empty area between a number of finely dressed men and women. Most of them looked to be older, but there were a few younger folks scattered about as well. Candace introduced me as a friend of Penny's to many of the guests, and we all made small talk as we waited for Penelope's big entrance.

A small stage was set in front of the large painting, outfitted with a single microphone and two small speakers at the corners. I had to wonder where my stunningly beautiful girlfriend was hiding.

"I've seen the final painting," Candace whispered to me as the lights began to dim, "and it's the most glorious thing I've ever seen. She has really struck gold with you."

I wasn't aware that anyone else knew about my relationship with Penny, but I also knew that her friendship with Candace was unique. Although thinking back on her words, she may have been referencing my equipment more than my personal involvement with the artist.

As we waited for Penelope's introduction, I stared at the painting on the wall and realized that it was actually covered in a large sheet. The image on the sheet was being projected by a device hanging just above and back a couple feet. The real art was still hidden. I gulped.

Just then Penny emerged from around a partition in the wall, and her aura was amazing. She wore a dazzling red dress with sequins in vertical stripes of varying lengths and widths. They sparkled and danced under the bright lighting, and everyone started clapping as they noticed her arrival. The projector faded away the image of her art, leaving a stark white cloth on the wall. A bright spotlight took its place to light the artist up completely.

She climbed the single step with her sharp and classy heels, slowly approaching the microphone to look over the crowd. Her face was serious and professional, and I got a new perspective of this deep and enchanting girl as she surveyed the group. Then, her eyes locked on mine.

The slow unfolding of her lips into a glorious smile made my heart leap in my chest for her, and I was so in love I could barely breathe. Then that perfect mouth opened, and she began to speak.

"Thank you everyone for coming, this exhibit has been a long time in the making. I know many of you have helped me get to this point, and I want to thank all the avid supporters of my art and my assistants and wonderful models."

Her eyes met mine quickly again, and then continued to scan the room. She went on to tell the story of how inspiration hit her, and I was impressed with the way she avoided any graphic details and instead used analogies and metaphors to get her points across.

When she finally got to the big unveiling, she seemed to light up more brightly.

"The piece you see before you is hidden only because I want you all to experience it for the first time together. I always knew that something was missing from my unique project. It always felt a little novel, like a quirky side project; but I knew there was potential for more.

"When I began this piece, I knew that only the right subject could help me complete my vision. When I first met this model, I was surprised by the sudden attraction I felt. I knew immediately I had to see if perhaps this was the element I was missing from my project. I am now convinced it was.

"When we started the process I experienced a feeling that, in my own life, was an anomaly . . . real desire. I had a strong desire to paint at a young age, a desire to learn from great teachers later in life, and even a desire to abandon my schooling and to set out on my own. None of this compared to the new level of desire I had discovered, one much more powerful and invigorating."

Her words were making me sweat, and I felt Candace grip my arm more tightly in her own.

"The feelings I poured into this project were deep, primal; the experience was as much a part of the final work as the preparation and execution. So without further ado, it is my great honor to unveil my finest work to date, a piece I've aptly entitled . . . Desire Incarnate!"

With that she swung her arm skyward, sending the spotlight and everyone's eyes to the brightly lit fabric, the blank sheet wafting quietly to the floor.

When the material dropped, there was a long silence filled only with quiet gasps. My eyes were trained on the wall, and as her artwork finally appeared, my jaw fell slowly, and completely, to the floor.

The entire image was filled with the same jungle scene I had remembered, but it was now somehow alive. The tangled vines and dancing leaves seemed to move with existence. The flowers that burst from the foliage seemed to each have its own emotion; excitement, trepidation . . . hunger. There was so much life on that wall that it seemed to jump out of the artwork and into the room. The drops of moisture and mist in the air looked real and wet, dripping into the scene, keeping it nourished and alive.