When I left for college, I was anxious to break free of conventional biography, learn new things, and embrace new experiences. In my Jr year I decided that, along with my basic nitty-gritty division, I'd research my creative face and take a developmental art class, as well. I loved it. The prof - Prof. Reed - was an interesting guy, albeit somewhat too dramatic…even a bit effeminate…but he was funny, helpful, and supportive as he guided our art course of instruction through various genres and mediums. There was always an underlying rumor that he was having an involvement with one of the students in our family, but I never knew who it was….and, to be honorable, didn't really care.

One day toward the end of the semester, Prof. Reed announced that the next class was going to be a naked drawing class. But in his multitudinous Wisdom, it was going to have a twist….all students who attended the class would be naked, as would the two virile study that we'd be drawing. Anyone who was uncomfortable with this could skip that category without penalty. I was surprised by the announcement, but found myself fascinated by the musical theme of drawing nudes while being nude person. I wasn't sure how my boyfriend would oppose to this nude drawing estimate, so I didn't tell him. So, with richly anticipation, along with a little trepidation, I arrived at the next family ready to molt my apparel and suck defenseless men.

As it turned out, there were only three students who attended. Two of us were woman - Chrissy and me ( jean ), and the third was Nate, the lonesome male scholar in our art course of study. Prof. Reed greeted us as we entered the classroom, which was set up with a rope of drawing easels, around an heart-to-heart area with a chair and a small sofa. He told us how pleased he was that we decided to participate, then told us to undress and place our clothes on the electric chair in the vertebral column of the room.

As he gave us our counselling, Prof. Reed began undressing himself, and was soon naked, walking among us explaining how the class would work. He was a somewhat diminutive guy, with a slender anatomy, and he had a sensitive sized penis that dangled between his ramification and swung around as he moved amongst us describing what happens next. As the others undressed, I noticed that Chrissy was a jolly blonde, with beautiful natural 36C booby that swung freely as she bent over to remove and close up her clothes, placing them on the denominate chairwoman. I glanced over to where Nate had stripped, and noticed he had a nice, 8"cock that banged against his thighs as he threw his wearing apparel onto a chair in the back of the way. I finished undressing, and had to steel myself to being observed naked by my classmates and prof, just as I had done to all of them. I was reasonably attractive, with brown pilus down past my shoulders pulled into a trot tail for today, big instinctive 35DD tit that were accentuated by my constringe waist and shapely legs. I was used to getting plenty of attention, but never naked during a class, and never by early bookman ( or professors ) who were also naked. It was a little unsettling, but also somewhat thrilling.

As we took our places on our stools in front line of our drawing easels, Prof. Reed opened a side of meat door and led in two raw men who were going to be our role model. They were clearly a few years sometime than college students….maybe former 20's….and they were right looking, obviously fit, with broad berm and narrow waistline. But, without a dubiousness, the most notable trait for both of them was the tenacious, compact cock dangling between their ramification. They both had to be about 9"flaccid, with distinctive nervure and impressive girths.

Prof. vibrating reed introduced them as Kurt ( circumcised ), and toby fillpot jug ( plenty of foreskin ). They came around and throw off our hands, as we all ( including Nate and Prof. John Reed ) took long, appreciative glimpse at their midst, swinging tool. Prof. Walter Reed then had them take office in the center of the room - Kurt stood with one leg up on the chair, his member hanging straight down, and his big nut discharge dangling right behind it ; toby jug reclined on the sofa, propping himself up on his cubitus behind him, with his leg spread wide, and the calamus of his foresightful prick draped across one thigh.

Following a minute of two of sheer cock-appreciation, I began to draw. I did quick outline sketch of both bodies, spending special time drawing in the veins and particular of each cock. At some point I found myself focused a bit more on toby's trunk and dick, adding shading and extra high spot as it came to life on my drawing pad.

As we sketched and drew and composed and shaded, Prof. reed instrument would wander behind us, adding scuttlebutt and hint as he watched us work. I noticed he seemed to expend more than time watching Kurt and toby jug in their mannerism than he did critiquing our drafting. Prof. Reed also clearly spent virtually of his time behind Nate, watching him sketch the two au naturel trunk, leaning in to offer suggestions, and occasionally touching Nate's hip, shoulders, or butt as he made suggestions for his technique. Nate seemed to be exquisitely with all the familiar touching, and it quickly ran through my mind that perhaps Nate was the scholarly person that Prof. Reed was having the thing with. Once this thought registered, I glanced back over at Prof. Reed and Nate, I could see that both were clearly sporting chubbies now. With a wry smiling I returned to my sketching.

After about 20 hour, we had our low break, and both Toby and Kurt came over to each easel and looked over our sketches. They seemed please with the resultant so far, and moved between the three easels, making hypnotism and offering compliments, as they touched shoulder, patted ass cheeks, and occasionally nudged a titty. Before the breakout was over, it was clear that Kurt was spending More sentence and attending on Chrissy's sketches….and Chrissy ; and Toby was spending more metre at my easel. helping hand were roaming freely now, as Kurt was openly squeezing Chrissy's beautiful knocker, and Chrissy was casually stroking his thick rod as they chatted about her lottery. Toby was standing behind me and had reached around in front, his hands fondling both of my heavy titty, and I had reached back to grab his midst tool where it nudged against my ass brass, slowly running my hand up and down the shaft as we reviewed and discussed my sketches. I couldn't help but glance over to Nate's easel, where Prof. Reed was now openly stroking Nate's pecker as they scrutinized Nate's drawing.

When the break was over, Kurt and toby fillpot jug returned to their respective situation. I couldn't help but grin when I noticed that both now sported semi-hard-ons. Their shaft were not quite fully erect, but were sticking out from their torsos, each curving slightly downward from base to tip. Kurt's prominent, mushroom cloud head was now prominently displayed at the end of his long dick, which swung gently beneath his raised leg on the chair. toby fillpot jug's prepuce still covered some of his tip, but his growing rod was equally telling, now draped across the flat tire of his stomach, as he returned to his reclining position on the sofa.

We drew for about another 20 minutes, trying to comprise the stiffening cocks on our subjects into our earlier study, before Prof. Reed called the next fracture. This time Kurt made a beeline for Chrissy, and Toby came directly over to where I was standing at my easel.

As toby fillpot jug stepped behind me, I quickly glanced over at Nate's easel, and noticed that Prof. Reed had worked his way in social movement of Nate, and that Nate had slipped his putz into Prof. reed instrument's mother fucker. Nate was slowly sliding his beam of light into and out of Prof. John Reed's backside, while holding onto his hip with one hand and reaching around to yank his turncock with the former. Meanwhile, almost hilariously, Prof. Reed continued to offer up sketching tips on Nate's drawing.

At the easel next to mine, Kurt was sitting on Chrissy's can, and Chrissy was bent over at the waistline, sucking his now fully erect 10"into and out of her mouthpiece, while stroking his barb and fondling his musket ball. Kurt was gently slapping and squeezing both of Chrissy's titty, as they dangled beneath her while she blew him.

Having stepped behind me, Toby again had his hands on both of my swaying boobs, pinching the pap and massaging my sound hangers. As I reached behind me to stroke his monolithic putz, I could tell it was now fully upright and ready for action. I pulled my dejection in forepart of me, putting my hands on it to support myself as I bent over and pass around my legs. toby stepped in between my legs and I reached between my wooden leg to guide his thick staff into my soaking wet vagina. He immediately began ramming his grueling dick into and out of my kitty, hitting all the right-hand position, and making me gasp and oink from the force-out of his driving force. As I looked at the different pictures of tool I had sketched over the past tense hour, I reached between my legs and began fingering my clit. Between my digit, toby's cock reaming my cunt, and his hands squeezing my tits, I had an immense coming that took my breath away and made my wooden leg wobble. As a tingling adept washed through my physical structure, I felt toby fillpot jug pick up the yard, then slam dance his shaft deep into my cunt, releasing a torrent of cum inside me. He kept pounding away, even as his touchwood leaked around the sides of his gibe, dripping from my pussy onto the flooring between my legs.

Still leaning on the stool in front of me to fascinate my breather, I glanced over to Chrissy's easel to see Kurt squeezing her mightily tit with his left bridge player, while jerking his pecker with his right hand. Chrissy had her eyes closed and lip open, and - with a oink - Kurt suddenly unleashed a load of cum all over Chrissy's beautiful face and tits.

I looked over to Nate's easel and saw him slamming his pecker into Prof. Walter Reed's ass in earnest, while Prof. Reed kept his Libra with one hired hand on Nate's easel, and jerked his own dent with the other. Suddenly, Nate let out a moan and jerked his hips forward, sending rope of cum trench inside Prof. Reed's ass. Almost at the same time, Prof. Reed exploded, shooting gobs of jizzm all over the word-painting of cocks Nate had drawn on his easel.

I turned around, knelt in front of toby, and sucked his softening calamus into my mouth to scavenge it off. Then, I stood up and, as I slowly stroked his now flaccid dick, I said,"That was unexpected, but totally amazing ! What a majuscule art class."

Toby continued fondling my swaying tits, and said,"Yeah, that was expectant, but not totally unexpected."

"What do you mean ?"I asked.

He laughed and said,"wellspring, every semester Prof. Reed has this class, where he has naked pupil sketch nude models. Every semester, there are 2-4 students who sign up to line in the nude painting. And every semester, all the students and all the simulation end up cumming all over the place."

"Holy shit, I had no approximation !"I said.

"Yep. In fact, this is my fourthly clock time doing this, and I'm quite sure it won't be my last."He said. Then, as he nodded at the pictures of cocks I'd drawn, and squeezed both breasts for emphasis, he added"But you're probably the best actual creative person of any that I've seen in these classes…and, without a question, you definitely have the better knocker ! ”