Pining for Madison - Sex Stories

Pining for Madison

... notebook on the bed and pencilled in the figures next to her drawing.

She sat back on the bed and looked at her work and then back at my crotch.

"Hmmm," she pondered, repeatedly tapping her pencil against her chin.

"What is it?"

"Um, um. Could I see it big, you know erect?" Madison asked holding her hands apart, with her pencil now horizontal between her teeth.

"Um, is not lamp. I can't just flip a switch and make it bigger."

"Can't you think of something sexual, you know, that turns you on?"

My mind went blank. No doubt too nervous to think where this was heading.

"I can't think of anything right now, my mind has gone blank."

"Hmm, well it moved it a bit when I gave it attention. Should I try giving it some more attention?"

I couldn't help but be wowed, by how swiftly this had turned from a visual presentation to a hands-on one.

"Yeah, I guess you could try." I said, knowing full well she would achieve the 'Madison Effect'.

Madison leaned forward and stretched out her hand. It hovered over it for a moment, before she plucked up the courage to touch it.

Her soft fingers brushed against it as she gripped it with her hand. It was working and very quickly too. My dick sprang to life. Madison watched as it quickly grew larger in her hand.

"Well, that didn't take long." She said in awe.

She moved her hand away as my dick got harder and strained from my body, before eventually pointing upwards.

"That is so cool, how it did that. I ...

... mean look at it, it's huge now. It's bigger than my hand," she said aligning her hand next to it from the bottom of her palm to her fingertips.

Hearing her refer to it as huge this time, restored the confidence in the size of my manhood.

Madison quickly took to her notebook again and began sketching.

It felt weird standing there in front of Madison with a raging hard on as she quickly sketched away. As before, when she was done, she showed me. She had captured all the detail, the veins, the ridges. She was an exceptional artist.

"Wow Madison, you're such an artist."

"Thanks, I've always liked to draw."

"It shows, you have quite the talent."

"Thanks, is it alright if I measure again."

"Sure, go for it."

Madison grabbed the tape measure again and held it from base to tip.

"Wow, it's doubled in size. Seven inches."

She then measured the girth.

"Three inches."

She wrote the measurements in her book again. Before turning her attention back to my dick.

"These things are so weird, but in a good way. I can't believe they can just grow like that and it's so hard now. And what's with all these peculiar ridges?"

Madison, filled with curiosity, was now actively handling my erection, lifting it, pulling the skin back and forth, brushing her thumb underneath it and tracing the ridges of the head.

"I read somewhere, that the shape of the head is an evolutionary thing. Back in the early day's of man. Men could just mate with whoever they liked, ...