When I left for college, I was uneasy to break free of conventional life, learn new things, and embrace new experiences. In my junior year I decided that, along with my basic nub grade, I'd explore my creative face and take a developmental art form, as well. I loved it. The professor - Prof. Reed - was an interesting guy, albeit somewhat too dramatic…even a bit effeminate…but he was rum, helpful, and supportive as he guided our art class through various music genre and mediums. There was always an underlying rumor that he was having an intimacy with one of the educatee in our grade, but I never knew who it was….and, to be dependable, didn't really care.

One day toward the end of the semester, Prof. Reed announced that the succeeding division was going to be a bare drawing year. But in his infinite Wisdom of Solomon, it was going to take in a twist….all student who attended the class would be naked, as would the two male subject area that we'd be drawing. Anyone who was uncomfortable with this could skip that course of instruction without penalty. I was surprised by the announcement, but found myself fascinated by the estimation of drawing nudes while being bare. I wasn't sure how my swain would react to this nude drawing musical theme, so I didn't tell him. So, with gamey anticipation, along with a little trepidation, I arrived at the next stratum ready to shed my apparel and draw defenseless men.

As it turned out, there were only three bookman who attended. Two of us were women - Chrissy and me ( dungaree ), and the third was Nate, the only male student in our art class. Prof. reed instrument greeted us as we entered the schoolroom, which was set up with a set of drawing easels, around an undecided area with a chair and a low sofa. He told us how pleased he was that we decided to enter, then told us to peel and place our apparel on the chairs in the back of the room.

As he gave us our directions, Prof. reed instrument began undressing himself, and was soon bare, walking among us explaining how the stratum would work. He was a somewhat diminutive guy, with a slender material body, and he had a sensitive sized penis that dangled between his stage 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 natural 36C pinhead that swung freely as she bent over to slay and turn up her wearing apparel, placing them on the designated president. I glanced over to where Nate had stripped, and noticed he had a skillful, 8"turncock that banged against his thighs as he threw his clothes onto a death chair in the back 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's-breadth down past my shoulders pulled into a pony tail for today, big raw 35DD tits that were accentuated by my narrow waist and shapely legs. I was used to getting mountain of attention, but never naked during a class, and never by other educatee ( or professor ) who were also naked. It was a little unnerve, but also somewhat thrilling.

As we took our places on our stools in front of our drawing easels, Prof. vibrating reed opened a face door and led in two nude men who were going to be our good example. They were clearly a few yr honest-to-god than college students….maybe late 20's….and they were sound looking, obviously fit, with broad shoulder joint and narrow-minded waistline. But, without a doubt, the most celebrated trait for both of them was the hanker, thick turncock dangling between their wooden leg. They both had to be about 9"flaccid, with classifiable veins and impressive 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. reed ) took long, appreciative glimpse at their thick, swinging dicks. Prof. vibrating reed then had them take positions in the mall of the room - Kurt stood with one leg up on the chairwoman, his phallus hanging straight down, and his big nut sacking dangling right behind it ; Toby reclined on the sofa, propping himself up on his elbows behind him, with his legs spread wide, and the ray of light of his long prick draped across one thigh.

Following a min of two of sheer cock-appreciation, I began to describe. I did speedy outline vignette of both physical structure, spending extra clip drawing in the mineral vein and detail of each prick. At some point I found myself focused a bit more on toby jug's physical structure and dick, adding shading and extra highlighting as it came to life on my drawing pad.

As we sketched and drew and composed and shaded, Prof. Reed would tramp behind us, adding gossip and suggestions as he watched us work. I noticed he seemed to spend more time 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 sketch the two raw bodies, leaning in to propose prompting, and occasionally touching Nate's coxa, berm, or butt as he made suggestions for his technique. Nate seemed to be fine with all the intimate touching, and it quickly ran through my idea that perhaps Nate was the scholarly person that Prof. Reed was having the social occasion with. Once this intellection 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 of serve, and both Toby and Kurt came over to each easel and looked over our vignette. They seemed pleased with the results so far, and moved between the three easels, making suggestions and offering regard, 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 Sir Thomas More time and attending on Chrissy's sketches….and Chrissy ; and Toby was spending Sir Thomas More time 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 draftsmanship. Toby was standing behind me and had reached around in front line, his hands fondling both of my heavy boobs, and I had reached back to grab his thick prick where it nudged against my ass cheeks, slowly running my hand up and down the calamus as we reviewed and discussed my cartoon. I couldn't help but glimpse over to Nate's easel, where Prof. Walter Reed was now openly stroking Nate's cock as they scrutinized Nate's drawing.

When the break was over, Kurt and Toby returned to their various position. I couldn't help but smile when I noticed that both now sported semi-hard-ons. Their prick were not quite fully erect, but were sticking out from their torsos, each curving slightly downward from Qaeda to tip. Kurt's large, mushroom cloud head was now prominently displayed at the end of his recollective quill, which swung gently beneath his raised leg on the chairwoman. toby's foreskin still covered some of his tip, but his growing rod was equally impressive, now draped across the flat of his breadbasket, as he returned to his reclining office on the sofa.

We drew for about another 20 minutes, trying to incorporate the rigidifying stopcock on our subjects into our earlier sketches, before Prof. Reed called the adjacent break. This time Kurt made a beeline for Chrissy, and toby jug 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 had worked his way in front of Nate, and that Nate had slipped his putz into Prof. Reed's bunghole. Nate was slowly sliding his shaft into and out of Prof. Walter Reed's backside, while holding onto his hip with one hand and reaching around to jerk his cock with the former. Meanwhile, almost hilariously, Prof. Reed continued to tender sketching crest on Nate's drawing.

At the easel next to mine, Kurt was sitting on Chrissy's crapper, and Chrissy was bent over at the waist, sucking his now fully erect 10"into and out of her mouth, while stroking his cock and fondling his balls. 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 fillpot jug again had his hands on both of my swaying boobs, pinching the pap and massaging my heavy hangers. As I reached behind me to stroke his massive dick, I could tell it was now fully erect and set up for action mechanism. I pulled my stool in front of me, putting my hands on it to bear out myself as I bent over and diffuse my stage. toby fillpot jug stepped in between my legs and I reached between my legs to guide his dense staff into my soaking wet vagina. He immediately began ramming his hard dick into and out of my pussy, hitting all the right place, and making me pant and grunt from the force of his drive. As I looked at the dissimilar ikon of tool I had sketched over the retiring hour, I reached between my legs and began fingering my clit. Between my fingers, Toby's hammer reaming my cunt, and his work force squeezing my tits, I had an immense orgasm that took my breath away and made my legs wobble. As a tingling sensation washed through my organic structure, I felt toby fillpot jug pick up the tempo, then thrash his shaft deep into my cunt, releasing a cloudburst of cum inside me. He kept pounding away, even as his spunk leaked around the side of meat of his shaft, dripping from my pussy onto the floor between my legs.

Still leaning on the throne in front of me to catch my breath, I glanced over to Chrissy's easel to see Kurt squeezing her correct tit with his bequeath hand, while jerking his cock with his rightfulness paw. Chrissy had her eyes closed and mouthpiece open, and - with a oink - Kurt suddenly unleashed a load of cum all over Chrissy's beautiful boldness and tits.

I looked over to Nate's easel and saw him slamming his turncock into Prof. beating-reed instrument's ass in earnest, while Prof. Reed kept his equipoise with one hand on Nate's easel, and jerked his own pecker with the other. Suddenly, Nate let out a moan and jerked his hips forward, sending circle of cum deep inside Prof. Reed's ass. Almost at the Lapplander clip, Prof. reed instrument exploded, shooting trap of jizzm all over the scene of cocks Nate had drawn on his easel.

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

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

"What do you mean ?"I asked.

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

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

"Yep. In fact, this is my quarter meter doing this, and I'm quite certainly it won't be my last."He said. Then, as he nodded at the photo of cocks I'd drawn, and squeezed both bosom for emphasis, he added"But you're probably the best actual artist of any that I've seen in these classes…and, without a dubiety, you definitely have the best knocker ! ”