Simulations and Safety Nets

by Ironbuddah

Chapter 5

Meagan found herself numbly walking back to her room considering the possibility of letting Peter cum on her again. Would there be any way that her mother would even consider such an idea? Shucking off her robe, Meagan put a pair of panties on, but was having difficulty with her bra. For one thing, her nipples were rock hard after the long posing session, and the pressure of the cups of her bra was making her realize that she was very jealous of Peter having had an orgasm. She would need to have one of her own as soon as she could get a little privacy.

The bigger problem with the bra was that she couldn't force the back strap to latch. It didn't make any sense. This was the same bra that she had been wearing before she went down to the studio to pose. Her mother claimed that her breasts did swell with excitement while she posed, but Meagan didn't see how they could possibly swell to the point that her bra wouldn't fit.

However, checking her reflection in the mirror, she had to admit that her knockers looked absolutely huge, just like they did in her mother's paintings. Meagan sighed, "I guess she's really not exaggerating when she paints me with an absurdly swollen rack." Admitting defeat, Meagan loosened the strap on her bra, and was barely able to get it on. However, she just got back into her robe rather than putting on normal clothing. She was going to need to masturbate, and soon. She saw no point in putting anything on that was going to be hard to take off.

Meagan found Peter in his normal clothes in the kitchen after coming out of her room. "I came upstairs so I wouldn't be tempted to look at the finished painting before you," Peter informed her. "Want to come check it out?"

"I'm sure I'd like it," Meagan sighed. "What I really need though is some relief. I'm so jealous that you got a chance to cum while posing."

Peter grunted, "I need more. I'm heading home to take care of that as soon as we check out the painting."

"Help me first." Opening her robe and stepping out of it, Meagan pleaded, "You can touch anything that's not covered."

Peter hesitated, but couldn't resist Meagan's request. He looked up and down the gorgeous teen, clad only in her bra and panties, as he decided where to start. First he stroked the teen's arm, then her leg below the calf. As he used the lightest of feathery touches, Meagan immediately realized something she had been doing wrong. "Oh! I've been using too much pressure when I touch myself." Peter nodded, stroking circles around the girl's navel before brushing his fingers across the mounds of tit flesh bulging out of Meagan's over full bra.

Meagan took a step back from Peter. "Would you believe this fit perfectly before the posing session today? I had to loosen the straps, and I still barely fit in it. It's not that comfortable to be honest." Unsnapping her bra and discarding it, she gave Peter new instructions. "You can touch anything that's covered."

Peter surprised Meagan by reaching around and touching her butt. After some initial confusion, she cooed with pleasure. Then Peter turned his attentions to her pubic mound. Meagan would not have thought it possible, but he used even less pressure on the fabric covering her pussy than he had anywhere else on her body. Slowly her panties began to conform to the shape of her pussy, and a spot of wetness appeared as her juices soaked through her panties.

"I can't take any more!" Meagan gasped as she stepped away from Peter a second time. She rolled her panties off her hips and plunged two fingers furiously into her soaked pussy.

"Are you already cumming?" Peter wondered.

Meagan nodded her head but was unable to speak. She dropped to her knees as she continued to piston her fingers in and out of her slit. Seemingly unable to stop fingering herself, Meagan used her free hand to support her weight, before flopping onto her back. Her entire body stiffened, and the quietest of squeaks escaped her mouth. Then she collapsed in a heap with her body looking as limp as a noodle.

"So, I guess you really did need relief," Peter commented.

"I wouldn't wait for an answer if I were you." The college student jumped about two feet in the air when he heard the sound of Debbie's voice. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I was coming upstairs to see why no one was coming to look at the finished painting. I see now that you were distracted and Meagan was interested in other things."

"What do you mean Meagan won't answer? Is she OK?"

"She should be; she probably just passed out again. She's done this before. I found her sleeping on the floor of the studio not too long ago, and it was pretty obvious what she was doing before hand. I think she gets herself so worked up that she forgets to breathe."

"So we just leave her on the floor then?"

Debbie thought for a moment. "She's too big for me to move, so that's what I'd have to do. But I'm not fond of the idea of stepping over her every time I need to go in or out of the kitchen until she wakes up. If you don't mind, could you carry her to her bed?"

"Sure, that would be no problem." It wasn't any problem at all for the big, muscular college student to scoop up the sleeping Meagan. Peter had a very tender expression on his face as he lifted the teen off the floor gently. He was also experiencing a powerful new level in his fascination with the girl's body as he held it in his strong arms. One of her swollen breasts rested against his chest as he carried Meagan to her room.

Peter's cock had already been rock hard from helping Meagan pleasure herself and from watching her orgasm in the kitchen. As he walked down the hall with the unconscious girl, a new desire was growing inside of him. His fingers had touched Meagan's ass and pussy through her panties, and he had touched part of her breasts where they spilled out of her bra. Now he wanted to feel how the girl's breasts would fill his large hands. He thought he might be able to do that if he threw a blanket over Meagan. It would kind of fit in with her instruction that he could touch anything that was covered. He wasn't thinking about if that was right or wrong to continue to follow those instructions while she was unconscious, it was just something he needed to do.

Peter was so absorbed in his plan that he didn't even realize Debbie was still behind him. As he put Meagan down on her bed, then tossed a blanket over her naked body, he immediately cupped her two firm full breasts in his hands. Just as he was thinking that he was about to cum in his pants and that it was going to be well worth the mess, Debbie's voice snapped him back to reality and prevented his impending orgasm.

"Peter! What do you think you're doing?" the angry mother hissed.

Peter whispered back as he let go of Meagan's rack, "Mrs. D. I'm so sorry! One of her boobs was rubbing against my chest as I carried her and I just wanted to touch them both. I don't know what came over me. I wasn't thinking!"

"You weren't thinking! I'm the one who's an idiot! I should have left her in the floor. Of course carrying her would cause problems for you! What sense does it make for you to wear a condom while posing, then go carrying a naked Meagan through the house? Thank goodness you had already put your clothes back on."

Even though he was apologizing and Debbie was realizing she had made a mistake, Peter kept staring longingly at Meagan sleeping under her blanket. "Peter, you need to get out of Meagan's bedroom!"

Even though the two of them were very excited, they kept speaking in whispers to keep from waking Meagan. "I should stay to apologize," Peter stated.

"No. No!" Debbie was waving with her hands for Peter to leave the room. "Was Meagan upset when she started masturbating?"

"No, she said she just needed relief."

"Then get out of here! There was no harm done, and she doesn't need to know about this. The last thing any of us wants is for her to refuse to pose again."

Reluctantly, Peter turned to leave Meagan's room. "I guess you're right."

"I know I'm right! Now close the door before we wake my daughter up with all this whispering and we have to explain what we're doing here." As they walked back down the hall, Debbie asked, "Are you OK. Do we need to take a short break from posing so you can beef up your self control some more?"

Peter looked at Debbie not sure of what to say. If he said that wasn't necessary, she might not believe him and call a halt to his posing with Meagan. However, if he said that more practice at controlling himself around Meagan couldn't hurt, she might insist on that practice occurring before the next posing session instead of letting the two go on in parallel. Whatever he said would likely have a great impact on the next few weeks of his life.