Pebbles - Part 2

The following afternoon finds Pebbles back in the student union, sitting alone in the food court, an untouched serving of pterodactyl wings sitting in front of her.  She should be studying for her midterms or working on a paper for her Cave Art History class, but she can't seem to focus. What with the night before, all she can think about is the giant Cro-Magnon and his equally huge anatomical anomaly.

She looks absolutely bedraggled, having gotten back to her dorm in the wee hours of the morning. Sleep never really came...laying in bed, tossing and turning...visions of camera flashes, changing from position to position to emphasize the Cro-Mag's freakishly large unit still fresh in her head. Lost in thought, Pebbles barely notices her bubblier-than-usual roommate as she sidles up next to her.

Penny: Soooo? How'd it go?

The redhead blinks for a few seconds, staring at the inquisitive and grinning brunette, an obviously distant and distracted expression on her face.

Penny: Hello? Earth to Pebblie-Poo.

Penny raises an eyebrow, watching as Pebble's far-off gaze comes to focus on her face...and then gives her half-knowing smirk as Pebble's cheeks turn a bright shade of crimson. What Penny doesn't see is the damp spot in the redhead's panties...or the overwhelming urge she's had for the past hour to reach beneath the table and put her fingers inside said moistened undergarment.

Penny: Hmmm. Let me guess... Definitely not high-fashion modelling. Something a little racier... With a lot less clothing perhaps?

Pebbles opens her mouth to say something, the flush color on her face barely subsiding. Penny eyes the embarrassed-looking redhead with a prying cock of her head, gesturing that she's going to need all of the dirty details. Pebbles rolls her eyes with a little cheek-scrunching smirk to the affirmative.

Penny: Ahh...  Am I looking at the next Playtoon 'plaything of the month'?

Pebbles: Urmmm... Not exactly.

The night before started with nothing short of nervous tension the moment the behemoth of a man's thigh-sized unit landed squarely in the middle of her back. The weight of it...the sheer heft of it...sent shivers through her. They're not expecting her to -take- that, are they? Between her and Penny's collection of oversized phallic oddities, she prides herself on being a veritable 'size queen', but this...

Pebbles: Y-y-you're not...  He's n-not...

Between shots, the bird camera pulling out a fresh stone tablet to chisel on, the photographer flamboyantly waves around a cigarette, attempting to reassure her with a decidedly stereotypical gay lisp.

Photographer:  Ohhh no. Relaaaax. This ain't kinda shoot, sweetie. It's all about you makin' -him- look good.

The Cro-Mag grunts and groans, standing, lifting his enormity off of Pebble's back. She in turn lets a sigh of relief, if anything for the weight no longer pressing -on- her, but mostly for now knowing that he's not going to put that ginormity -in- her. The giant all but manhandles her, grabbing Pebbles by the bicep and spinning her around. To her knees, she now gets an up close and personal view of the thing. Jouncing to fully erect, its veins are the diameter of her fingers, the musculature surrounding its urethra the size of her wrist...she gawks at it, mouth hanging open in awe.

Photographer: (to himself) Mmmph. If only I were twenty years younger.

Not quite knowing what to do next, reaching out and then pulling her hands back, pivoting her torso to and fro, Pebbles finally gives the photographer a teeth-gritted, eyebrow-raised look as if asking "What do I do with it?"

Photographer: Just...  Just grab hold and worship it, honey. Snuggle up to it like a teddy bear.

Pebbles looks up at the broad-faced and expressionless giant, apprehensive about grabbing onto his...  The Cro-Mag decides for her, his equally enormous hand reaching out and palming the back of her head...and abruptly pushing her face against the soft underside of his manhood. The camera flashes at Pebbles' scrunched-face expression. With one arm and then the other, she quite literally hugs the deep-tanned column like one of her stuffed animals.

Gone is the apprehension, Pebbles looks up and gives the camera her best bedroom eyes, biting the corner of her lower lip. The camera flashes. Her eyes closed, lips puckered pressed against the broad shaft. The bird camera furiously chisels. Planted between her breasts, hands gripping its base, Pebbles runs her tongue up the underside of the colossus while gazing up at the Paleolithic man with a look that says nothing short of 'fuck me now'.

Bird: (to the photographer) Oh, she's good.

Back to the present, Penny can only blink, mouth slightly agape, listening to Pebbles' story from the night before.

Penny: Are...  Are they hiring?

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Original Art by Mew666

Commissioned by Phillipthe2