When I left for college, I was anxious to break gratis of established biography, learn new things, and embrace new experiences. In my junior year I decided that, along with my basic core course of study, I'd search my originative side and consider a developmental art class, as well. I loved it. The prof - Prof. John Reed - was an worry guy, albeit somewhat too dramatic…even a bit effeminate…but he was funny remark, helpful, and supportive as he guided our art course of instruction through assorted genres and mediums. There was always an fundamental rumor that he was having an affair with one of the scholarly person in our family, but I never knew who it was….and, to be honest, didn't really care.

One day toward the end of the semester, Prof. beating-reed instrument announced that the next class was going to be a nude drawing class. But in his infinite sapience, it was going to suffer a twist….all students who attended the stratum would be naked, as would the two male subjects that we'd be drawing. Anyone who was uncomfortable with this could vamoose that class without penalty. I was surprised by the declaration, but found myself fascinated by the idea of drawing nudes while being nude. I wasn't sure how my beau would react to this nude painting drawing thought, so I didn't tell him. So, with high prevision, along with a small trepidation, I arrived at the next class ready to throw my apparel and drag naked men.

As it turned out, there were only three students who attended. Two of us were women - Chrissy and me ( Jean ), and the third was Nate, the only male student in our art class. Prof. Reed greeted us as we entered the classroom, which was set up with a circle of drawing easels, around an give expanse with a chair and a pocket-size sofa. He told us how proud of he was that we decided to participate, then told us to undress and place our clothes on the chairperson in the dorsum of the room.

As he gave us our directions, Prof. beating-reed instrument began undressing himself, and was soon naked, walking among us explaining how the socio-economic class would play. He was a somewhat midget guy, with a slender frame, and he had a medium sized penis that dangled between his legs and swung around as he moved amongst us describing what happens next. As the others undressed, I noticed that Chrissy was a pretty blonde, with beautiful instinctive 36C boobs that swung freely as she bent over to take and fold her apparel, placing them on the designated chair. I glanced over to where Nate had stripped, and noticed he had a Nice, 8"cock that banged against his second joint as he threw his dress onto a death chair in the book binding of the room. I finished undressing, and had to steel myself to being observed naked by my class fellow and professor, just as I had done to all of them. I was reasonably attractive, with brown hair down past times my shoulder pulled into a pony tail end for today, big natural 35DD tits that were accentuated by my narrow waist and shapely legs. I was used to getting plenty of attention, but never naked during a class, and never by early students ( or professor ) who were also naked. It was a small faze, but also somewhat thrilling.

As we took our billet on our pot in front of our drawing easels, Prof. Reed opened a side door and led in two defenseless men who were going to be our mannikin. They were clearly a few years older than college students….maybe late 20's….and they were good looking, obviously fit, with broad shoulder joint and narrow waists. But, without a doubt, the most renowned trait for both of them was the retentive, thick cock dangling between their branch. They both had to be about 9"flaccid, with typical veins and telling girths.

Prof. Reed introduced them as Kurt ( circumcised ), and Toby ( plenty of foreskin ). They came around and shook our hands, as we all ( including Nate and Prof. Walter Reed ) took long, appreciative glances at their thick, swinging dicks. Prof. beating-reed instrument then had them take locating in the nerve centre of the elbow room - Kurt stood with one leg up on the hot seat, his penis hanging straight down, and his big nut sack dangling right behind it ; toby jug reclined on the lounge, propping himself up on his cubital joint behind him, with his legs spread widely, and the tool of his long prick draped across one thigh.

Following a moment of two of sheer cock-appreciation, I began to pull out. I did nimble precis study of both bodies, spending special fourth dimension drawing in the veins and particular of each cock. At some breaker point I found myself focused a bit more on toby's body and dick, adding shading and extra highlighting as it came to living on my drawing pad.

As we sketched and drew and composed and shaded, Prof. vibrating reed would swan behind us, adding comment and suggestions as he watched us work. I noticed he seemed to expend more time watching Kurt and toby jug in their poses than he did critiquing our draft. Prof. beating-reed instrument also clearly spent well-nigh of his time behind Nate, watching him sketch the two defenseless dead body, leaning in to offer up suggestions, and occasionally touching Nate's pelvic girdle, articulatio humeri, or butt as he made hint for his technique. Nate seemed to be fine with all the fellow touching, and it quickly ran through my mind that perhaps Nate was the pupil that Prof. Reed was having the affair with. Once this thought registered, I glanced back over at Prof. Walter 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 hour, we had our first severance, and both toby fillpot jug and Kurt came over to each easel and looked over our sketches. They seemed pleased with the results so far, and moved between the three easels, making proffer and offering compliments, as they touched shoulders, patted ass cheek, and occasionally nudged a boob. Before the breakage was over, it was clear that Kurt was spending to a greater extent time and attention on Chrissy's sketches….and Chrissy ; and toby fillpot jug was spending more meter at my easel. mitt 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 draught. toby fillpot jug was standing behind me and had reached around in front, his bridge player fondling both of my big boobs, and I had reached back to grab his thick prick where it nudged against my ass face, slowly running my hand up and down the cock as we reviewed and discussed my sketches. I couldn't help but glimpse over to Nate's easel, where Prof. reed instrument was now openly stroking Nate's stopcock as they scrutinized Nate's drawing.

When the suspension was over, Kurt and Toby returned to their respective positions. I couldn't help but smile when I noticed that both now sported semi-hard-ons. Their cocks were not quite fully erect, but were sticking out from their torsos, each curving slightly downward from basis to tip. Kurt's enceinte, mushroom head was now prominently displayed at the end of his long spear, which swung gently beneath his raised leg on the professorship. Toby's prepuce still covered some of his tip, but his growing rod was equally telling, now draped across the flat of his tummy, as he returned to his reclining position on the sofa.

We drew for about another 20 minutes, trying to incorporate the stiffening pecker on our subjects into our originally resume, before Prof. Reed called the next fracture. This fourth dimension 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. reed instrument had worked his way in front man of Nate, and that Nate had slipped his hammer into Prof. Reed's mother fucker. Nate was slowly sliding his prick into and out of Prof. Reed's backside, while holding onto his hip with one hand and reaching around to jerk his hammer with the other. Meanwhile, almost hilariously, Prof. Reed continued to put up sketching tips on Nate's drawing.

At the easel next to mine, Kurt was sitting on Chrissy's commode, and Chrissy was bent over at the waist, sucking his now fully erect 10"into and out of her mouth, while stroking his putz and fondling his orchis. Kurt was gently slapping and squeezing both of Chrissy's tits, as they dangled beneath her while she blew him.

Having stepped behind me, Toby again had his deal on both of my swaying titty, pinching the nipple and massaging my heavy hangers. As I reached behind me to stroke his massive dick, I could severalize it was now fully vertical and ready for action. I pulled my ordure in front of me, putting my workforce on it to support myself as I bent over and fan out my legs. Toby stepped in between my leg and I reached between my wooden leg to take his thick stave into my soaking wet vagina. He immediately began ramming his hard dick into and out of my cunt, hitting all the right spots, and making me gasp and grunt from the personnel of his thrusts. As I looked at the different pictures of rooster I had sketched over the past hr, I reached between my peg and began fingering my clitoris. Between my finger, toby jug's rooster reaming my cunt, and his hands squeezing my bosom, I had an vast orgasm that took my breath away and made my legs wobble. As a tingling sensation washed through my body, I felt toby jug pick up the yard, then mosh his shaft deep into my puss, releasing a soaker of cum inside me. He kept pounding away, even as his touchwood leaked around the sides of his shaft, dripping from my kitty onto the floor between my legs.

Still leaning on the stool in front man of me to catch my breathing spell, I glanced over to Chrissy's easel to see Kurt squeezing her compensate tit with his exit mitt, while jerking his stopcock with his right paw. Chrissy had her oculus closed and back talk open, and - with a oink - Kurt suddenly unleashed a lode of cum all over Chrissy's beautiful font and tits.

I looked over to Nate's easel and saw him slamming his rooster into Prof. Reed's ass in earnest, while Prof. beating-reed instrument kept his balance with one hand on Nate's easel, and jerked his own prick with the other. Suddenly, Nate let out a moan and jerked his pelvis forward, sending R-2 of cum deep inside Prof. Reed's ass. Almost at the same time, Prof. Reed exploded, shooting gobs of jizzm all over the pictures of cocks Nate had drawn on his easel.

I turned around, knelt in presence of Toby, and sucked his softening shaft into my mouth to pick it off. Then, I stood up and, as I slowly stroked his now flaccid dick, I said,"That was unexpected, but totally awing ! What a bang-up art class."

toby fillpot jug continued fondling my swaying tits, and said,"Yeah, that was neat, but not totally unexpected."

"What do you mean ?"I asked.

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

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

"Yep. In fact, this is my fourth fourth dimension doing this, and I'm quite sure as shooting it won't be my last."He said. Then, as he nodded at the depiction of cocks I'd drawn, and squeezed both white meat for emphasis, he added"But you're probably the best literal artist of any that I've seen in these classes…and, without a uncertainty, you definitely have the best titmouse ! ”