When I left for college, I was unquiet to break away disembarrass of conventional life, learn new things, and embrace new experiences. In my junior year I decided that, along with my basic core classes, I'd explore my creative side and admit a developmental art class, as well. I loved it. The prof - Prof. Reed - was an interest guy, albeit somewhat too dramatic…even a bit effeminate…but he was good story, helpful, and supportive as he guided our art class through diverse genres and mediums. There was always an fundamental rumor that he was having an affair with one of the students in our social class, but I never knew who it was….and, to be honest, didn't really care.

One day toward the end of the semester, Prof. Reed announced that the future course was going to be a nude drawing grade. But in his unnumbered wisdom, it was going to have a twist….all students who attended the class would be naked, as would the two male subjects that we'd be drawing. Anyone who was uncomfortable with this could skip that class without penalty. I was surprised by the proclamation, but found myself fascinated by the estimate of drawing nudes while being naked. I wasn't sure how my boyfriend would react to this nude painting drawing approximation, so I didn't tell him. So, with high anticipation, along with a niggling trepidation, I arrived at the next class ready to shed my apparel and draw naked men.

As it turned out, there were only three scholar who attended. Two of us were women - Chrissy and me ( Jean ), and the third gear was Nate, the merely male pupil in our art class. Prof. Reed greeted us as we entered the classroom, which was set up with a rophy of drawing easels, around an capable orbit with a chairwoman and a small sofa. He told us how pleased he was that we decided to participate, then told us to undress and grade our clothes on the chairs in the back of the room.

As he gave us our focal point, Prof. John Reed began undressing himself, and was soon bare, walking among us explaining how the class would mould. He was a somewhat diminutive guy, with a slender bod, and he had a metier sized penis that dangled between his peg and swung around as he moved amongst us describing what happens side by side. As the others undressed, I noticed that Chrissy was a jolly blonde, with beautiful natural 36C boobs that swung freely as she bent over to transfer and close her clothes, placing them on the show chair. 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 clothes onto a chairwoman in the back of the room. I finished undressing, and had to steel myself to being observed naked by my class fellow and prof, just as I had done to all of them. I was reasonably attractive, with brown hairsbreadth down past tense my shoulders pulled into a shot glass tail for today, big natural 35DD tits that were accentuated by my narrow waist and shapely legs. I was used to getting pot of attention, but never naked during a category, and never by other students ( or prof ) who were also naked. It was a little unsettle, but also somewhat thrilling.

As we took our berth on our stools in social movement of our drawing easels, Prof. reed instrument opened a side threshold and led in two au naturel men who were going to be our models. They were clearly a few years sure-enough than college students….maybe late 20's….and they were good looking, obviously fit, with broad shoulders and pin down waists. But, without a doubt, the most illustrious trait for both of them was the long, thick hammer dangling between their legs. They both had to be about 9"flaccid, with typical veins and impressive girths.

Prof. Walter Reed introduced them as Kurt ( circumcised ), and Toby ( plenty of foreskin ). They came around and didder our hands, as we all ( including Nate and Prof. Reed ) took long, appreciative glances at their thick, swinging peter. Prof. Reed then had them demand positions in the nerve centre of the room - Kurt stood with one leg up on the chair, his penis hanging straight down, and his big nut sack dangling right behind it ; toby reclined on the sofa, propping himself up on his elbow behind him, with his legs spread wide, and the shaft of his long tool draped across one thigh.

Following a minute of two of sheer cock-appreciation, I began to draw. I did quick outline sketches of both bodies, spending spear carrier time drawing in the veins and detail of each stopcock. At some point I found myself focused a bit more on toby fillpot jug's body and dick, adding blending and supernumerary highlights as it came to life on my drawing pad.

As we sketched and drew and composed and shaded, Prof. Reed would divagate behind us, adding remark and hypnotism as he watched us workplace. I noticed he seemed to expend more sentence watching Kurt and toby in their poses than he did critiquing our drawings. Prof. Reed also clearly spent most of his time behind Nate, watching him outline the two defenseless bodies, leaning in to extend suggestions, and occasionally touching Nate's hips, berm, or butt as he made suggestions for his technique. Nate seemed to be fine with all the familiar touch, and it quickly ran through my nous that perhaps Nate was the pupil that Prof. Reed was having the amour 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 smile I returned to my sketching.

After about 20 minutes, we had our first break, and both toby fillpot jug and Kurt came over to each easel and looked over our sketches. They seemed proud of with the results so far, and moved between the three easels, making suggestions and offering compliments, as they touched articulatio humeri, patted ass cheeks, and occasionally nudged a boob. Before the break was over, it was clear that Kurt was spending more fourth dimension and attention on Chrissy's sketches….and Chrissy ; and Toby was spending more fourth dimension at my easel. Hands were roaming freely now, as Kurt was openly squeezing Chrissy's beautiful breasts, and Chrissy was casually stroking his thick rod as they chatted about her drawings. Toby was standing behind me and had reached around in front, his hand fondling both of my enceinte boobs, and I had reached back to take hold of his midst mother fucker where it nudged against my ass boldness, slowly running my hired 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. beating-reed instrument was now openly stroking Nate's stopcock as they scrutinized Nate's drawing.

When the intermission was over, Kurt and toby jug returned to their several positions. I couldn't aid but smile when I noticed that both now sported semi-hard-ons. Their cocks were not quite fully tumid, but were sticking out from their torsos, each curving slightly downward from base to tip. Kurt's gravid, mushroom head was now prominently displayed at the end of his long shaft, which swung gently beneath his raised leg on the chair. Toby's foreskin still covered some of his tip, but his growing rod was equally telling, now draped across the flat of his stomach, as he returned to his reclining position on the sofa.

We drew for about another 20 mo, trying to comprise the stiffening cocks on our subjects into our earlier resume, before Prof. reed called the future breakout. This time Kurt made a beeline for Chrissy, and toby came directly over to where I was standing at my easel.

As Toby stepped behind me, I quickly glanced over at Nate's easel, and noticed that Prof. vibrating reed had worked his way in front of Nate, and that Nate had slipped his peter into Prof. Walter Reed's asshole. Nate was slowly sliding his shaft into and out of Prof. Reed's backside, while holding onto his hip with one hand and reaching around to twitch his pecker with the other. Meanwhile, almost hilariously, Prof. Walter Reed continued to bid sketching summit on Nate's drawing.

At the easel next to mine, Kurt was sitting on Chrissy's stool, and Chrissy was bent over at the waist, sucking his now fully erect 10"into and out of her mouth, while stroking his shaft and fondling his balls. Kurt was gently slapping and squeezing both of Chrissy's nipple, 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 mamilla and massaging my heavy hangers. As I reached behind me to stroke his massive dick, I could tell it was now fully erect and ready for action. I pulled my stool in front of me, putting my hands on it to keep going myself as I bent over and unfold my branch. toby stepped in between my legs and I reached between my legs to channelise his dense staff into my soaking wet vagina. He immediately began ramming his surd dick into and out of my kitty, hitting all the right spots, and making me puff and grunt from the force of his thrusts. As I looked at the different pictures of turncock I had sketched over the past times hr, I reached between my legs and began fingering my clitoris. Between my fingers, Toby's cock reaming my cunt, and his hands squeezing my teat, I had an vast orgasm that took my breath away and made my wooden leg wobble. As a tingling ace washed through my body, I felt Toby pick up the pace, then thrash his shaft deep into my twat, releasing a torrent of cum inside me. He kept pounding away, even as his spunk leaked around the incline of his shaft, dripping from my pussy onto the trading floor between my legs.

Still leaning on the toilet in front of me to catch my breath, I glanced over to Chrissy's easel to see Kurt squeezing her right tit with his left hired hand, while jerking his putz with his ripe hand. Chrissy had her middle closed and rima oris surface, and - with a oink - Kurt suddenly unleashed a warhead of cum all over Chrissy's beautiful side and tits.

I looked over to Nate's easel and saw him slamming his cock into Prof. reed's ass in earnest, while Prof. Reed kept his proportionality with one paw on Nate's easel, and jerked his own prick with the other. Suddenly, Nate let out a moan and jerked his hips forward, sending ropes of cum mystifying inside Prof. reed instrument's ass. Almost at the Saami time, Prof. Reed exploded, shooting gobs of jizzm all over the pictures of putz Nate had drawn on his easel.

I turned around, knelt in movement of Toby, and sucked his softening shaft into my mouthpiece to pick 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 fillpot jug continued fondling my swaying teat, and said,"Yeah, that was great, but not totally unexpected."

"What do you think of ?"I asked.

He laughed and said,"Well, every semester Prof. reed has this socio-economic class, where he has naked bookman sketch nude painting manikin. Every semester, there are 2-4 student who sign up to eviscerate in the nude painting. And every semester, all the students and all the framework end up cumming all over the place."

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

"Yep. In fact, this is my fourth time doing this, and I'm quite sure it won't be my last."He said. Then, as he nodded at the motion picture of stopcock I'd drawn, and squeezed both breast for vehemence, he added"But you're probably the honest actual creative person of any that I've seen in these classes…and, without a doubt, you definitely have the best tits ! ”