                                      I

Lance Bryson sat back in his studio and chuckled as he brewed some tea.  The thirty-one year old PhD and professor of art history had never in his life seen a girl react the way that Janet just had.  The perky brunette could not get dressed fast enough, blushing a very deep red, and wearing that sheepish smile women wear when they have been caught naked or in a compromising position.  He steeped his tea, and thought, "She will be back.  She's not naive, and she knows what she likes.  But I never, in my entire life, expected this!"

Janet Williams hurried from Lance's studio, which was just off-campus, to her apartment about four blocks away.  She walked quickly, still blushing; face burning, and still wearing that silly smile.  She looked from side-to-side, very quickly, hoping no one would see her.  She was not a prude, nor was she narrow-minded about matters sexual, but this was all a bit crazy.  The problem she had was that it was so much fun!

Janet was a five-eight brunette, who weighed around one hundred forty-pounds.  She had pretty eyes, a lovely smile, and a voluptuous figure.  She also had large and heavy breasts that tended to jiggle when she walked.  She was a favorite of breast-loving men whenever and wherever they saw her.

Janet was fairly close to being in full bloom at age fourteen. By fifteen years of age, older men would describe her as a "backbreaker".  But at fourteen, she still had a lot of girlish appeal.  That was when she started he sexual explorations.  She was large-breasted, and learned that boys liked to play with girls breasts.  After dark, she and another guy she knew would go down to a neighborhood park and Janet would allow him to play.  He would reach under Janet's blouse and feel, stroke, pinch, touch, and do whatever else came to his mind.  Janet liked the sensations she felt during this sort of play, and she would close her eyes and simply give in to it.  Her conversation would get a bit ragged during these times.

After about three weeks, the boy, who was sixteen, began playing around Janet's crotch, but over her jeans.  He still continued with his breast exploration.  One pleasant evening, he unzipped her cutoffs and reached into her panties, playing, feeling, and teasing with his other hand.  Janet wasn't sure who was more shocked at how wet she was, herself or the boy.

Fall was moving toward winter, so the park after dark no longer became an option.  The guy had another sixteen-year-old friend who had a car, so Janet and the two guys used to go for rides.  One guy would drive, the other would sit in the back seat and play for a while, and then they would switch.  These guys were the first two to see Janet completely naked, as she used to strip completely to make the playing easier.  The owner of the car was also the first to see her climax, as, during a long ride, he accidently discovered her clitoris.  Her reactions surprised him, and he kept tweaking the little bud until she exploded.  Both guys got proficient at this.  Janet had begun rewarding them with hand jobs.  She loved the way the two boys twitched and shook when they ejaculated.  The problem was, they ejaculated so very quickly.

Half way through her sophomore year, Janet broke off the car rides and began dating a senior.  They dated all through the summer, and at the beginning of her junior year, in September, she lost her virginity.  The two of them had conventional sex, both for the first time.  For Janet, the experience was okay.  She liked being played with, and that made up for the clumsiness of their very first genital-to-genital contact.  The guy used a condom so Janet would not get pregnant.

The two continued to be intimate throughout Janet's junior year, both of them getting better at love play.  Janet would always put the condom on her boyfriend, stroking and teasing as she went along, making sure he was very hard.  He enjoyed this immensely.  He became more skillful at holding back his climax to make sure Janet experienced as much pleasure as was possible.  The two young lovers also experimented with oral.  Janet liked oral, both giving and receiving, but preferred having her breasts teased and pinched, especially the nipples, and having a penis inside of her.  She loved the feel of a penis.  She found the sensations wonderful.

The couple broke up right at the start of Janet's senior year.  She dated a few guys, but abstained from any sort of sex play throughout the school year and the following summer.  She was just not meeting anyone who really excited her.  Most of the boys in her class were still boys, and she had had a lover for her junior year.

She graduated from high school, worked for the summer at a small woman's clothing shop in the mall, and headed off to a small liberal arts college, about four hours from home, in the fall.  She settled in to dorm life and the concentrated on her studies.

Janet did very well in school, taking in the occasional party or two.  She got a job in the library for the summer months, and managed to find a small and cheap apartment that she would live in for the rest of her time at the college.  On the sexual front there were only two events her freshman year.  One, right after Thanksgiving, was with a boy she knew from a class and liked.  It was his first time, he was embarrassed, and he ended up feeling terrible about the whole thing.  He was not really ready, and Janet's experience could not make him comfortable.  She never saw him again.

The other experience was in mid-March, right after Janet returned back to school from term break.  She had heard all of the stories about black men, and was genuinely curious.  She enticed a black man into her bed.  He was larger than the two white men she had been with, but not overly large.  He had no "horse cock," as her one girlfriend liked to say.  However, he stayed hard far longer than anyone else in her experience, and he knew how to tease her with his penis inside of her vagina, varying his stroking and rhythms and sometimes just holding his penis very deeply inside of her, giving Janet a great deal of pleasure.  For the first time in her life, Janet had orgasms while a penis was inside of her, and loved it.  The couple had sex until the guy went home for the summer, and that was the end of the affair.  Janet was determined to find a large penis in the very near future.  She moved into her apartment, worked at the library full time, and prepared for the start of her sophomore year.

                                            II

Lance Bryson, Associate Professor of Art History, was depressed.  He was an artist, and a student of art, and he loved teaching.  He had also created paintings and sculpture, actually selling some things and gaining a commission here and there.  About six months ago, Lance received a commission to do a series of erotic pinups, in watercolors and oils.  The girls were to appear natural, as though no one was observing them.  Lance had done some sketches and watercolors, and showed them to the requestor.  He had approved, so Lance decided to go to work.  He figured about fifteen waters and five oils would be sufficient, and he could do more oils if his boss wanted them.

The problems Lance experienced had been with his models.  There were plenty of good-looking girls worth one hundred dollars an hour.  The problem with them was they could not model.  Some got embarrassed at having to pose nude or in lingerie.  With oils, a girl has to hold her position for ten, fifteen, or sometimes thirty minutes.  He hadn't found a girl who could do that.  And the ones who got embarrassed usually ran out before half an hour was up.  The exception was the twenty-six year old blonde.  But he wanted a brunette or redhead.  He couldn't keep changing the hair color of the blonde.

Lance headed into the library and went to the periodical section.  He grabbed an art critics newsletter and sat down on a in a chair, opening the magazine and beginning to read.  His eyes wandered around the room, and he noticed the pretty brunette filing some magazines.  She was voluptuous, had pretty eyes, and when she walked she jiggled.  He wondered if she was able to model, and, if she were able, would she model for his erotica series. 

Lance read for about an hour, and then headed to the desk to return the magazine.  Library policy was that one returned the periodical to the desk, and the library staff placed it in its proper location.  He then walked back to the art section and began looking over some more publications.  He was a bit surprised when the young brunette approached him, smiled, and extended her right hand.

"Professor Bryson?" said Janet.  "I am Janet Williams.  I saw your ad for models on the college intranet last year, and I applied.  I never heard anything.  Are all of the positions filled, or are you done?"

"No, positions are still open, Miss Williams," responded Lance, smiling and shaking her hand.  "I had a number of girls model for me.  One worked out; most did not.  Are you interested?"

"Yes," said Janet, smiling.  "I can always use the extra money."

"Okay, lets go find a seat and I will tell you what is required," said Lance, turning and heading to a less crowded area of the library.

Janet followed, hoping she could get the job.  Even if it were only for an hour a week for a few weeks, the extra dollars would come in handy.   She sat across from Professor Bryson, leaned forward, smiled, and folded her hands on her lap.

"Now," said Lance, also leaning forward and getting serious, "the job pays one hundred dollars an hour.  You will be modeling.  You will be required to hold different poses for as much as fifteen minutes.  You also will be required to look very natural, as though you were in the privacy of your own bedroom.  The job requires nudity, both partial and full, and lingerie posing.  Some of the paintings that I must paint require a bit of suggestion or a compromising position.  Do you think you can handle it?"

"I can give it a try, Professor, and I think I can pose for you, "said Janet, shyly.

"Good.  When are you free tomorrow?"

"My last class finishes at 2:50, Professor.  I don't have to work in the library until Saturday morning," Janet informed him.

"Good.  Excellent," said Bryson.  "Be at Studio Ten by four o'clock.  Bring a bikini; there is an area where you can change.  I want to do some preliminary sketches, which will take about fifteen minutes.  I want you in some poses.  There is a changing area.  If you don't have a bikini, you can pose in bra and panties.  I can let you know as soon as we have finished whether you will work out or not.  Fair enough?"

"Yes," answered Janet. "I don't have a bikini here.  I will pose in my underwear.  Okay, Professor?"

"Good," said Lance, getting up from his chair and walking away.  "See you tomorrow."

The next day Janet wore jeans, a grey pullover, and a plain white bra and bikini panties.  She figured that something sexy would be presumptuous on her part, and she did not want to be pushy.  She assumed, correctly, that Professor Bryson would make his decision in a few minutes and would not need the whole fifteen.  

Janet spent the day in her classes, went home for lunch, did her afternoon class, and then headed to the art building.  She was no prude and enjoyed sex, but she was beginning to have second thoughts about posing for Professor Bryson.  However, she had committed, and so she would show up and give it a try.  The thought of posing nude rattled her a bit.

When she got to the studio, Professor Bryson was already there.  He had a large sketchpad set up on an easel.  He was all business.  He looked at her and smiled.

"Hello, Janet.  There is a screen over there in the corner.  You may undress behind it, or just undress here.  Let me know when you are ready.  I want your shoes off as well."

Janet stepped behind the screen and undressed.  She stepped out from behind the panel, looked at herself, clad only in her underwear, in the full-length mirror, and discovered that her plain white low-rise panties were sheer.  Blushing, she thought, "Oh, well.  Too late to do anything about it now.  Let's just get it over with."

Professor Bryson had her take her first pose.  She leaned on a stool, hands behind her back, left leg straight, right leg bent and slightly ahead of the left, and her head looking up.  She was gazing at the skylight as the Lance instructed, a neutral expression on her face.  Bryson took ten minutes to make the sketch.  The girl was perfect.

The next pose was as if Janet were walking toward Lance, smiling, and pulling her hair to one side with her right hand.  Once again, she was perfect.  She held the pose for the ten minutes Lance required. Lance was thrilled.  She was pretty, had a good pinup figure, and could look very natural in the pose.  She was perfect.

"Want to see?" he asked, as he finished the second sketch.

Janet nodded, and walked over to look, forgetting all about her sheer panties.  She looked at the two sketches, and giggled.  She had no idea she looked that good.

"Care for some water?" asked the Professor, and Janet told him yes.

"Now, here is how it works, if you want the job," said Lance, as he handed her a bottled water.  "We have a sketch or painting session once a week.  It will last two, maybe three hours.  I pay you by the hour.  Sometimes you will be nude.  I want you to pose two, maybe three times a month.  I probably will need you for ten weeks.  Now, this is pinup work.  I want you in lacy, frilly, and feminine stuff.  Panties or thongs; it doesn't matter.  You also will need a garter belt and stockings.  Black, white, and purple or violet are the preferred colors.  You have anything like that?"

"Yes, I do, but not a lot," said Janet.  "I would have to buy a garter belt and stockings.  I have some lovely bra and panty sets I can wear."

"Good," said Professor Bryson.  "Let me know if you need to buy anything.  I will give you a cash advance.  Sometimes, I may need you to wear something specific.  What's your email?  That's probably the best way for us to communicate.   It can be demanding.  You good to go?"

"Yes," said Janet.  "I am looking forward to it.  Will you let me know what to wear in the email?  And, of course, where we are to meet."

The two finished their arrangement.  Janet had forgotten that she was standing there in her bra and panties.  When the head of the art school came in and spoke with Lance, Janet continued to sip her water.  It hadn't even concerned her.  Janet got dressed, left, and headed for dinner.  That extra money, even if it were only one hundred a week, would really help her bank account.

                                         III

Janet started work that weekend with Professor Lance Bryson.  The first session ran for two hours, with Janet changing panties once and ending up topless.  She got really embarrassed when the professor rubbed an ice cube over her nipples and sprayed them with hairspray.  He explained that this would keep them erect for several hours.  He was correct.

Most of the modeling sessions ran between two and three hours.  Janet was using the money to pay her bills and rent.  It was nice to be bringing in between six hundred and one thousand extra a month, and eased the strain on her finances.  Like most college students, she was always short of cash.

The modeling sessions took place in two locations and where always on a Saturday or Sunday morning.  Janet was either at a studio in the art building or in the Professor's townhouse.  Professor Bryson was always professional, and Janet always did her best to make his painting and sketching easier.  Janet was beginning to enjoy herself, and the Professor liked working with her.

After two modeling sessions, Janet became very comfortable with the work.  She would change, get into her pose, and hold it, usually for a fifteen-minute maximum.  Then the professor would have her take a break, and they would start again, sometimes in the same pose and sometimes in a different one.  When she first started modeling, Janet would cover herself during the breaks.  By the third session, she just stayed dressed, or undressed, as was usually the case, for the whole session.  She didn't even mind when some other students or professors would walk into the studio, look at Lance's work, and comment.  It was almost as though she were meant to do this.

As part of the job requirement, she had to purchase some lingerie.  Janet acquired some very pretty and feminine things, including a lovely white lace garter belt with matching bra and panties and a really pretty white lace baby doll.  She had never owned any really fine lingerie, and this little perk that came with the job made her feel very feminine when she was posing.  She decided that when she got her first job and had a little money, she would buy some pretty and expensive lingerie for herself.

Janet had seen the professor's work as it developed, both paintings of her and the other model, and there were two that she really liked.  In one, she was standing in front of a vanity, in white bra, panties, regular stockings, and garter belt.  She was bent over and adjusting the garter on her left leg.  Her legs were spread, and the entire pose looked very natural, as if Janet were dressing.

The other pose was similar, but far more erotic.  Janet was dressed in panties only, leaning forward in front of the vanity, legs spread, and breasts hanging, and applying lipstick.  In clear view was a pink vibe.  Janet objected mildly to the vibe, but Professor Bryson insisted.  She went along with it; she had no choice.

Janet thought the whole idea of having vibes in the paintings was silly, but the Professor said it was what his patron wanted.  Lance said he was trying to portray a girl who was very sexual and was comfortable with that sexuality.  As Janet watched the collection of sketches, waters, and oils began to grow; she began to understand the direction the art was taking.  She lived up to her part of the deal, and began to let a bit of her own sexuality show through.

The craziness started when Lance was doing a watercolor, with her nude, at his home.  The pose Janet took was in the bathroom, and though she had just dried herself after a shower.  On the bathroom sink was the craziest dildo Janet had ever seen.  The toy was jet black, around thirteen inches long, and close to three inches thick at the base.  Janet giggled when she saw it, but continued posing.  The dildo looked a bit like a penis, with a head, but really wasn't human shape.  She thought it a bit silly.

When they took a break, Lance went into the kitchen and put on some tea.  Janet picked up the dildo and looked it over.

"Ah, curious about the toy, I see, "said the Professor.  "I wish I were that large.  But no human is, at least to my knowledge."

"Well," said Janet, smiling and blushing, "this thing is really oversized.  But most women could take it.  After all, we are designed to pass a baby."

"Let's finish the session; I only need about ten more minutes," said Lance, a sly smile forming on his mouth.  "And then you can give it a try if you want.  It's not a problem.  You are the only model I have had pose with that monster."

Janet finished her tea, blushed, and assumed her pose.  Lance Bryson finished his sketch, got the two of them some water, and noticed that Janet could not take her eyes off of the giant black dong.

"Listen," said the Professor, standing behind her and touching her right shoulder, "if you want to try that out and see how it feels, go ahead.  I've had girls masturbate after nude sessions in the past.  It's no big deal.  And, Janet, you are a very, very sexual woman.  That comes through quite clearly in your poses.  So feel free to pleasure yourself."

"Okay.  And thank you," said Janet, smiling and blushing deeply.

Lance went into the studio in his house to put some work in order and write Janet's check.  He would give her time to herself.  Janet stood up and picked up the giant black dildo.  It was roughly penis-shaped, with a long and tapering tip.  The thing was about thirteen inches long and, at the base, about as thick as a soda can.  She lay down on the bed and gently began to tease herself, getting quite wet.  She bent her knees, spread her legs as widely as she could, and tried, very gently, to push the dong in.  She could only take about half of the head.  

She tried a bit more, and was unsuccessful.  Janet then grabbed a pillow and placed it under her hips.  She was able to get the head part way in, but that was all.  She didn't push hard but she did try twisting it a bit.  She was too tight; the thing would not fit.

"Ahhh," said Lance, as he entered the bedroom, "can't take it?  Here, you need a lot more lube for this thing.  Let me get some.  And try it on the floor.  You may need more support.  Janet, if you need any help, let me know."

Janet blushed when Lance walked in on her.  She thought he would give her more privacy.  But then he had seen her nude quite often.  She got really red when he went into the bathroom and came out with some lube.  Janet had masturbated twice in her life, but never in front of anyone.  And she had never used a toy.  She decided it was time to try something new.

The girl put the pillow on the floor, generously lubed the dildo, and assumed the position she had tried on the bed.  She worked the dong, slowly and gently, but still could not get anymore than half of the head inside.  That was when she noticed Lance standing and watching.  She got really embarrassed.

"Here, let me give you a hand or two," said Lance, in a very matter of fact tone.  "This thing is difficult to handle."

Janet's eyes got very wide as she saw Lance kneel in front of her and take the dong in both of his hands.  He pulled it out of her, gave it another very generous dose of lube, and then gently began to twist it back and forth just at the entrance to her womanhood.  As he twisted, her very gently and slowly pushed.  With a soft "pop," the entire head disappeared inside of her.
