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Posing for Anna Ch. 01

By: The_Rat_in_the_Hat



I was on my way home when I saw the advertisement in the window of the newsagents on Bridge Street, it read;

Local artist requires male model, must be of average height and build and between 30-40 years. Contact Anna on (01222) 1909 1222 – NO TIMEWASTERS PLEASE.

Being an artists model was something that I had long fantasised about but had always assumed that one had to be slim and of an athletic build, so to see that there was an artist in the area that required an averagely sized model was too good an opportunity to pass up. I eagerly jotted down the name and number and walked as briskly as I could back to my car in order to ring her as soon as I could.

My hands were shaking as I dialled the number, to my surprise it was answered on only the second ring.

"Hello" said the voice at the other end of the line.

"Oh! hi, um... my name is Martin, I saw your ad in the window of Bridge Street News, I understand you are looking for a male model" I said nervously but trying my best not to do so.

"Yes, that's right, I've already seen a few men but I haven't made a decision on which one to use yet so if you'd like to come and see me at my studio I'd be happy to give you the once-over" she said.

"Ok, when would be good for you?" I asked.

"How about tomorrow afternoon?" she said.

"Um... fine, is it ok to come around some time after 4:30?" I said, that meant I could go there on my way home from work.

"Ok, sounds fine to me, I'd better give you my address..." she replied.

I made a note of the address of Anna's studio and headed for home, my head spinning.

The next day I had trouble concentrating at work and I watched on impatiently as the clock on the wall of my office gradually came around to 4:15, it was the longest day I had ever known. I was filled with a mix of excitement, nervousness and maybe even a hint of fear. But eventually the time came to leave the office and make my way over to Anna's studio for what felt like a date with destiny.

Anna's studio was in a small village few miles south of where I worked, as I pulled up outside the address she had given me on the outskirts of the village I hoped that I was brave enough to go through with it and not bottle out at the last minute. I took a deep breath, got out of the car, walked to the front door and rang the doorbell.

"Ah, you must be Martin, please come in" said Anna, she looked like the typical arty type; mid-fifties, greying hair and she wore a long chain of brightly coloured beads around her neck.

We sat down in her living room where she conducted a short interview of sorts.

"Have you done any modelling before Martin?" she asked.

"No, never, but it's something I've often considered doing for quite some time although I never thought I'd get the opportunity seeing as I'm not exactly athletically built" I replied as honestly as I could.

"Well, in this case I definitely don't want someone who is athletically built!" chuckled Anna, "What I am after is a specimen of a more average man, one who is maybe a little overweight but without being obese, I want to show that an average man is actually just as beautiful as the idealised image portrayed in western media" she continued, "I will be using both male and female models to complete a body of work examining the relationship between men and women, both with each other and on their own and how they can possess an innate beauty which is all too overlooked by a perception that beauty can only be achieved by unnatural means such as excessive dieting, constantly working out at the gym or even by resorting to surgical enhancement".

"It all sounds like an interesting concept" I said in reply.

"An ambitious one too I might add, I haven't decided how many works I shall create for this collection but I shall be requiring to use the same model for at least the next five years or so" Anna said, "so if I decide to employ you we shall be getting to know each other pretty well!"

"Just out of interest, what exactly is the going rate for modelling sessions? Will I be paid per session or do I get a percentage of the sale of the completed painting?" I asked.

"Well basically, I tend to pay my models £20 per session, with each session lasting about two hours and then a cut of 15% of the sale price after that, which I hope you should find fairly reasonable for your services" she said, "I should like to point out however that I shall be requiring you to pose in the nude, I hope you don't have a problem with that".

My heart skipped a beat as she spoke, posing nude was exactly what I wanted to do, I only hoped that I had the guts to go through with it and not wimp out of it.

"No, not at all" I replied, "after all, I'm only human, I'm sure I haven't got anything you haven't seen before!"

"That's the spirit" she said, "but to clarify further, I shall be requiring the model to sit in a variety of poses both solo and with a female model. Some of the poses shall see the female nude while the male is clothed and some will see the male nude while the female is clothed. Also I shall be painting a selection of poses from classic nude poses to more sensual and even erotic situations, although I shall only paint what the model is comfortable with. But I'm hoping that you will be open minded enough to take part in the saucier stuff!"

"I guess we shall just cross that bridge when we get to it" I replied.

"Excellent! Well, I suppose I'd better take a good look at you then! If you'd just like to follow me into my studio" she said.

So I followed her out through the back door of the house and into the garden where at one end was a windowless single storey building with only a single yellow door. Anna unlocked the door and we went inside. In the ceiling were a series of skylights so that the room was filled with natural daylight. Along two walls were easels of various sizes, canvasses both large and small, hundreds of tubes of paint and just as many brushes on a long workbench. On the opposite side was a couch on a small, low stage, draped in various coloured cloths and various other props and accessories, and a single wooden chair.

"Welcome to my studio" she said brightly, "now then, if you would care to get undressed for me we'll see what's what so to speak".

So this was the moment I had waited for, the only question in my mind was would I be brave enough to do it? Would I be able to expose my naked body to a woman I had met less than half an hour ago? The only way to find out was to take a deep breath and see what happened. So I took off my sweater and placed it on the chair. Then I took off my shirt and placed it on top of my jumper – so far so good. Then I took off my shoes and socks and added them to my shirt and jumper. Then I took off my t-shirt so that I was now topless – starting to feel a little nervous now. Then I unbuckled my belt, undid the button and unzipped my flies and lowered my trousers down to the floor. As I stepped out of them and realising that all that separated me from total nudity were my pants, I considered bottling out but as I placed my trousers on the chair I took another deep breath and just decided to go for it. I hooked my thumbs inside the elastic waistband of my pants – blue ones which were my best pair – and in one swift motion pulled them down. I stepped out of them, placed them on the chair with the rest of my clothes and stood there, as naked as the day that I was born.

Anna studied my naked body for several moments.

"Hmmm..." she said finally, "not bad, I reckon I could do something with you. You're a good height, a reasonable build, well defined genitals and I notice that you like to keep yourself shaved down there".

"Yes" I replied, "I prefer to be shaved because, well, I've never really liked pubic hair – I find it a little unsightly, and I never had much of an impressive bush in the first place so I shave it all off every few days".

"Well, those are my thoughts exactly Martin!" said Anna, "I find pubic hair to be a bit of a distraction, to me it does nothing more than cover up the inherent beauty of the genitals, especially the male genitalia which I find particularly beautiful".

Anna tried me in several different poses, some of them were fairly straightforward but a couple of others were a bit more revealing, especially when she asked me to spread my legs open, but she was very complementary about me and my body.

"Yes, I think I can work with you" she said finally, "If you still want to do it I'd love you to model for me".

"Thanks!" I replied, "I'd love to, but how do we go about it?"

"Well, I prefer to do three sessions a week of two hours each, two of them can be in the evening after your work and one could be at the weekend, either Saturday or Sunday, whichever suits you best" she explained.

"Ok, well let's say Tuesday and Friday evenings at 4:30 and Sundays at 3:30, how does that sound?" I asked.

"Sounds fine to me" Anna replied, "and since tomorrow is Friday why don't we make a start then?"

"Sure, no problem" I said.

"That's settled then, put your clothes back on and I'll show you out" she said.

And that was that, my head was spinning, I had just stripped naked for a strange woman and I had absolutely loved the experience. I felt a strange sense of empowerment, by being naked in front of her I felt more like a man than I had ever done before and to cap it all, the experience would be repeated tomorrow and for the foreseeable future. I was experiencing a dizzying high as I drove home that evening, but unknown to me, things were going to get a lot more interesting. 

The next afternoon, as once again I pulled up outside Anna's house, I felt the same feeling of anticipation as I did before. The day before I was naked for no more than 15 minutes or so – today, I would be naked for two whole hours. We had a mug of tea in Anna's kitchen while we chatted about her plans for the paintings she wished to use me for. One interesting sounding picture involved me posing nude with a fully clothed female model, I would be standing in front of her while she would be holding my penis in her hand as she looked into my eyes. 

But that was for the future, right now it was time to make a start on the first picture in the series. We went out to the studio where Anna had set up her easel and a fresh canvas and the couch was in position, draped with a red velvet sheet. I undressed and once I was naked and 'fluffed' my penis a little, Anna instructed me to lounge on the couch, she manhandled me a little making sure that she was happy with the pose that I adopted. This session was merely for the preparatory sketches, a process which itself would take at least two further sessions before even so much as a smearing of actual paint would be applied. I just tried to relax and to remain as still as I could, I had to remain in the pose for at least 45 minutes.

Anna chatted with me as she worked, telling me about her love of art, her philosophy of the ordinary being more beautiful than the extraordinary and of her hopes for the future of her work all the while sketching away on the canvas with a piece of artists charcoal. The time passed relatively quickly, and before I knew it the 45 minute session ended with Anna announcing;

"Time for a tea break I think, I'll go and put the kettle on", and with that she disappeared off into the house leaving me alone in her studio.

I stretched myself which felt unbelievably good after staying motionless for so long but despite the slight discomfort I was enjoying the experience immensely. I explored Anna's studio, there were only two other rooms in the building, both of which were curtained off rather than having doors. One I discovered was merely a storeroom full of artists supplies – canvases of various sizes, hundreds of brushes, mixing palettes, paints of many colours and shades, various props and backdrops for the posing area, several easels and stools and lots of photos and sketches of various parts of male and female anatomy adorned its walls. 

The other curtain led into a small 'wet' room containing a shower head on one wall with a drain in the floor, and a hand basin and toilet on the wall opposite the curtain. I decided to use the opportunity to relieve myself and I enjoyed a long satisfying pee. As I emptied my bladder I looked into the mirror which ran the length of the wall with the washbasin and toilet and I could see the whole of the studio behind me. Once I was suitably relieved I flushed the toilet, washed my hands and went back into the studio and sat down on the edge of the couch.

After 10 minutes or so, Anna returned, backing into the room as she held a tray with two mugs of steaming tea and a plate of biscuits thereon.

"Oh!" she exclaimed somewhat surprised.

"Hmm?" I replied.

"Nothing, it's just that I would've thought you'd have brought a dressing gown or something to wear between sessions" she said, I was still naked after all.

"Oh, well I figured that seeing as I was naked anyway it wouldn't make much difference if I put something on or not" I said, "I mean it's not too cold in here or anything".

"Well, as long as you are comfortable with it I suppose it can't do any harm" Anna said as she set the tray down on the workbench.

We sat and talked as we drank our tea and munched several biscuits, it was slightly surreal for me to be sitting there completely naked while chatting casually with a fully clothed woman that I barely knew, but I was enjoying the experience far more than I thought I would.

After our tea break I took up my pose once again and remained as still as I could for another 45 minute session while Anna continued sketching with the charcoal.

Anna scribbled and sketched away, we barely said a word and the second session seemed to drag on longer than the first. But after another three quarters of an hour Anna broke the silence.

"Right", she said as she put the charcoal down on the small table next to her stool, "I think that's enough for today, I've just made a few preliminary sketches so what I've done today is just outlined how I want the overall composition to look".

I stretched myself once more and got to my feet, my bladder was aching; the tea had gone right through me! I didn't want her to find out that I had been nosing around her studio so I asked her where her toilet was.

"Just through there" she said pointing to the curtained off area on the left.

A wicked thought crossed my mind, without putting any of my clothes back on I went over to the shower room and pulled the curtain back.

"Oh! That's handy!" I said feigning surprise, "there's even a shower in here!"

"Yes, some models like to freshen up after their sessions so I had it installed, unfortunately due to planning restrictions I was only allowed to have one actual room in this building which is why there is only a curtain and not a proper door".

Well, that was a fib for starters! I knew enough about the planning rules to know that it didn't matter how many rooms an outbuilding had just as long as it didn't exceed a specific size. I wondered if her reason for only having a curtain was less about privacy and more about voyeurism.

So I went in and pulled the curtain closed, but I left a small gap open; not much more than a couple of inches. I lifted the toilet seat, took my penis in my right hand and proceeded to pee. Oh the relief! As I stood there urinating I looked into the mirror and surprise surprise, there was Anna peeping in through the gap in the curtain. 

But for some reason, rather than be disgusted at her spying on me as I performed a usually private bodily function, I felt liberated and confident. I had never known a feeling like it and I enjoyed putting on my little show for her.

Once I finished I flushed the toilet and as soon as I did Anna's face disappeared from the gap in the curtain. As I washed my hands I smiled to myself and I marvelled at Anna's curiosity.

As I put my clothes back on, Anna commented on how well she thought our first session had gone. I told her that though I was a little nervous at first, I had really enjoyed the experience and couldn't wait for the next session. Arrangements were made for me to return on the following Sunday at about 4pm for another two hour session. I bade her goodbye and went home to my flat, my head spinning from the events that had transpired. 

I had no idea why I hadn't had an erection during the session as it was by far the most sensuous thing I had done since my childhood exploration sessions with Joanne, my neighbours daughter when I was 8 years old. But by the time I got home I was desperate for a wank, as soon as I closed my door I pulled down my trousers and pants, waddled into my bathroom and masturbated right there and then. I was so turned on that I ejaculated in only a matter of seconds but boy, did it feel good!

Posing for Anna Ch. 02



The next few sessions followed pretty much the same pattern as the first, and every time I used the toilet in the studio, there was Anna peeking through the gap in the curtain. But at the end of our fourth session together, Anna offered a proposition.

"I have a favour to ask you if you're interested" she said as she worked on her canvas.

"Oh yeah?" I replied, "What would that be then?"

"Well, on Monday evenings I host an art group, we basically concentrate on still life paintings using oils, watercolours, pastels and other mediums, but we've never had the opportunity to have a live model to work with" Anna explained.

"And I suppose you were wondering if I would do it" I replied.

"Well, yes obviously" Anna said, "but there is just one thing".

"Go on" I said.

"It's just that well, we're a free group. I mean, I don't charge the members any fees, it's basically just me giving my members the benefit of my years of experience for free, and having a damn good gossip at the same time" Anna went on, "So unfortunately that also means that I can't really pay you for doing those sessions".

"Hmmm... I'd have to think about it" I said.

"Well, if you do want to do it I'm sure the girls would be very grateful to you giving up your time for free" said Anna.

"Girls?" I said.

"Yes, it's an all-female group, there are seven of them in all, they're really nice once you get to know them and I just know they'd love to paint you".

Posing nude for Anna was the fulfilment of a long-standing ambition, but the opportunity to show myself off in front a whole group of women was too great an opportunity to pass up on.

"Ok then, why the hell not!" I said.

"Oh thank you, thank you!" said Anna excitedly, "the girls will be delighted! You won't regret it I promise".

An appointment was made for the following evening at 6 o'clock, little did I know at the time but that evening would blow my mind completely.

It was a step into the unknown, posing nude for one woman was fine but posing for eight women was a different proposition entirely and I wasn't sure how I would feel about it. As I pulled up outside Anna's house the following evening I was nervous but determined not to let it get to me. I could hear excited female chatter as I walked up the path to the front door. I took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

Within moments I was admitted into the living room and was introduced to the members of the art group. They seemed to be a pretty mixed bunch, mixed except for gender that is. They were of a wide age range and from several ethnic groups it seemed. One by one, Anna introduced me to them.

First up was Rita, she looked to be in her mid fifties and looked pretty much like the typical white British housewife. Then came Melanie, much younger – probably in her late twenties and quite attractive with her long blonde hair and pale complexion. Next up was Janelle who appeared to be at least 40 and was of African or Caribbean origin with her black skin and straightened jet black hair. Then I was introduced to Mavis, by far the eldest of the group who must've been in her mid seventies at least and looked like a typical little old lady with a white perm and a pair of reading glasses perched daintily on the bridge of her nose. After Mavis came Jenny who looked like she could be no more that 18 at least and was by some way the youngest member of the group. She was a picture of youthful beauty with fiery red hair and an air of innocence about her. Next up was Meera, an Indian lady who I guessed was around 40 or so and was resplendent in a bright orange and white sari. Finally there was Sue who seemed to be of a similar age to Anna – maybe a little older, and she too looked pretty much like an average housewife.

With the introductions over Anna addressed the group and briefed us all on the subject of the painting that they would be creating.

"Is anyone familiar with the story of Andromeda?" asked Anna.

"Isn't she the one who was taken by her uncle into the underworld?" asked Rita.

"No, that was Persephone" said Mavis.

"I know!" said Melanie excitedly, "wasn't there a film about her called... um... let me see... The Andromeda Strain?"

"No" I said, "that was about a satellite that crashed back to earth carrying a mutated alien virus".

"She was the daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopia" Said Meera.

"Blimey, you know your Greek mythology well!" Said Anna, "you're quite right, Andromeda was the daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopia. Cassiopia believed her to be the most beautiful thing in the universe and would boast about her beauty constantly. This angered Zeus who had his brother, Poseidon, unleash a huge sea monster called Cetus to ravage the coast of Cassiopia's realm and bring death and destruction to her people. Desperate for help, King Cepheus consulted a wise oracle who announced that no respite would be found until the king sacrificed his virgin daughter Andromeda to the monster. So she was chained to a rock – naked – to await her fate. She was however rescued by Perseus who slayed the Cetus and freed both Andromeda and the people of the kingdom from its terrible wrath".

"Cool story" chipped in Melanie.

"Now, our next painting will be a kind of gender role-reversal of this classic scene which, for want of a better title, I have decided to call 'The Plight of Androlos' – Androlos being the Greek word for male which also bears a slight resemblance to Andromeda. It is also where we get the word 'Android' from which literally means 'like a man'".

It certainly sounded like an interesting concept, but it did leave an obvious question.

"Well if, as I understand it, I am playing the part of Andromeda, who plays the part of Perseus?" I asked.

"What we're going to do is get the girls to paint you into the scene first and then once that's completed we'll get a female model to play the part of Perseus" said Anna.

"Well, ladies – and gentleman – shall we go through to the studio and get started?" Anna continued "we'll do the usual 45 minute session followed by a 20 minute break for tea and then another 45 minute session, is that ok for you Martin?"

"Sounds fine to me" I replied.

"Excellent!" said Anna, "Follow me everyone!"

And so we all filed out of the house, across the garden and into the studio. And once I entered and saw the posing stage my heart sank. Up to that moment I had assumed that I would merely have to pose in a certain position that gave the impression that I was chained to a rock and that the ladies of the group would have to use their imagination to paint in the rock and the chains into the overall scene. In reality, Anna had actually gone to the trouble of installing a large fibreglass rock, complete with sturdy looking iron rings and manacles, and also a suitable backdrop depicting a rocky shoreline.

"Anna, what the hell is this?" I asked once I had got her on her own for a few moments.

"Relax" she replied, "It looks a little scary I know, but you'll be fine".

"Do you seriously expect me to allow you to chain me up completely naked in front of a group of strange women?" I said.

"Yes, you will be chained up" sighed Anna trying her best to reassure me, "and yes you will be naked but this isn't about being kinky or asserting female dominance over a naked male or anything like that, it's about depicting a classical Greek myth but with a male being the 'damsel in distress' instead of a female".

"Where the hell did you get it from anyway?" I asked.

"From another artist, he used it to create his own version of the Andromeda painting – with a female model" Anna answered, "and yes, she was chained up naked voluntarily and no harm was done to her".

"I don't know if I'm comfortable with this" I said.

"You'll be fine, don't worry" said Anna again trying to sound reassuring, "you'll be released for the break and if you really don't like it then we'll just have to abandon the idea. But the girls would be really disappointed if you dropped out, especially since I said that you were such a good sport".

It looked like I had no choice, I didn't want to come across as a wimp and be a traitor to my gender but I also was seriously uncomfortable about being chained up helpless and in the nude in front of a group of fully clothed women.

"Ok" I sighed, "I guess I'll just have to grin and bear it".

"Attaboy!" said Anna, "just pop into the shower room there and get your clothes off and we can make a start".

With a heavy heart and a deep sense of foreboding I went into the shower room, drew the curtain and proceeded to undress. As I took off my clothes and placed them on the lid of the toilet I could clearly hear the excited girly chatter in the studio as they prepared themselves for my 'unveiling'. I was having serious second thoughts about doing this but on the other hand I didn't want to let Anna down. I mean, sure it was a bit creepy the way she liked to watch me as I pee but other than that she seemed fairly level-headed. I girded my loins and found some inner strength from somewhere, took a very deep breath – and pulled my pants down. I was naked. This was it.

"Are you ready Martin?" asked Anna through the curtain.

"Yes" I replied. I stood behind the curtain ready for Anna to draw it back.

"Ok ladies" said Anna, "may I present our model for this evening!" and with that she quickly drew back the curtain to reveal me in all my naked glory to the assembled ladies who immediately responded with a spontaneous mix of astonished gasps and raucous giggling. I thought of how disrespectful it was that when confronted with a naked man the natural female reaction seemed to be outright hysterics. But women are strange creatures I reasoned, and I was kind of already prepared for that reaction anyway.

I walked into the studio which Anna kept reasonably warm so that my genitals didn't instantly retreat inside my body. In fact they seemed more pendulous than ever and gently swung around as I walked the few yards to the stage and the artificial rock placed upon it. I stepped up onto the stage and stood with my back to the rock. Anna joined me and placed my left ankle into its shackle which to my surprise was only made of plastic. She clicked it shut and looked up into my eyes.

"See, it's only plastic – there are no locks or keys or anything, it's just a clip" she said, again trying her utmost to reassure me. She turned her attention to shackling my right leg and then she placed my left wrist into its manacle followed by my right wrist until I was stood there spread-eagled, completely naked and utterly vulnerable. The restraints may only have been made of plastic and they may only have been clipped shut but there was still no way I could escape from them, I just had to 'think of England' and hope that the session wouldn't drag on too long.

"Right then, we're all set" said Anna "as usual we'll be doing rough sketches in this first session and then later on we'll start to refine them a little, ready for next week when we actually put some paint on".

The ladies set to work sketching away, Anna mingled amongst them offering hints and advice. On a couple of occasions she got up onto the stage and pointed out various parts of my anatomy which required particular attention. Unsurprisingly, one of which was my genitals. 

Sure enough, after 45 minutes or so, Anna announced that it was time to take a break and she got up onto the stage once more and released me from the restraints. It had only been three quarters of an hour but it nonetheless felt good to be free. I went through into the changing area – I had actually brought a dressing gown with me this time. Even though I was perfectly comfortable being nude during the break when there was only Anna around, I felt it was more appropriate to cover myself up this time.

I chatted with a couple of the ladies during the break as we sipped mugs of tea and took a look at some of their preliminary sketches. I was particularly impressed with Meera's effort, in just 45 minutes she had captured virtually the whole scene and in considerable detail considering that this was just an outline of the finished work. Jenny's work, despite her inexperience, was also quite impressive.

Eventually Anna announced that it was time for the second session to begin, and as I was chained up once again, I was blissfully unaware of what was to happen at the end of the session.

The next 45 minutes passed as uneventfully as the first session, Anna once again mingled with the ladies overseeing their work and offering advice and constructive criticism here and there. Until finally she said the words that signaled that time was up. 

"Ok ladies, I think that's enough for tonight" she said, addressing the group, "please be sure to put your canvasses safely in the storeroom and remember to cover them so they don't get damaged".

The group dispersed and the ladies busied themselves putting away their canvasses and their drawing materials. I was itching to be released from the shackles but little did I know at the time, I would be chained up for a while longer.

Once all the easels and stools had been taken back into the storeroom the ladies gathered in front of the stage, I just assumed they wanted one last look at me close-up before they had to go home but of course I was very wrong.

"Well, I'd just like to say a big thank you to Martin for giving up his spare time to model for us especially since he has had to be chained up naked to a rock without being paid for his time" said Anna, "so we thought it might be a nice idea to pay you back some other way".

"No that's quite alright" I replied.

"Oh but we insist" Anna continued, "and since it is Melanie's birthday tomorrow I thought perhaps maybe she would like the honour of having the first go".

"First go of what?" I asked.

I wasn't long before I got an answer. Melanie knelt down in front of me, my penis and testicles at her eye level – suddenly I knew what was going to happen.

"Oh no, you cannot be serious about this, let me go immediately!!" I yelled and struggled as best I could but to no avail.

"Oh don't be such a baby!" said Anna, "It's just our way of saying thank you".

"What, by fellating me against my will??!? Release me this instant!" I cried.

"Come on, don't be so silly, you'll enjoy it" said Anna, "show him Melanie".

At that invitation Melanie leaned forward towards my genitals and gently allowed her tongue to play across the skin of my scrotum, an electric shock of pleasure coursed through my entire body causing me to inhale sharply followed immediately by a breathless gasp of pure ecstasy. My penis immediately began to come to life.

"See, I told you that you'd enjoy it" said Anna as both she and the group took in the sight of my growing erection as Melanie slowly licked my testicles. The rest of the group gasped and giggled as they took in the sight set before them.

"What a magnificent dick you have Martin!" said Sue "much nicer than my husband!"

"I know" said Rita, "have you ever seen a nicer foreskin?"

"Not on my bloke" said Janelle with a hint of melancholy in her voice "can you believe that Trevor's parents had him circumcised at birth?!?"

"That's just cruel!" interjected Jenny, "I think foreskins are beautiful – cutting it off without consent counts as child abuse in my book!"

While the conversation went on Melanie continued to stroke my testicles with her left hand and it wasn't long before I was not only fully erect but a long, sticky drool of glistening precum was oozing out of the tip of my penis and dangling from the end of my overhanging foreskin. Noticing this, Melanie stopped her stroking and looked up into my eyes. By that point, as I continued fruitlessly to struggle against my bonds, I had to resign myself to the fact that no matter what I did I could not escape from or prevent what was about to happen to me. I had no other choice or course of action but to just allow it to happen to me. The only thing I could do was to deal with the consequences later. 

"Looks like we're ready for the main event!" she said. And with that, Melanie opened her mouth wide and took every inch of my erection into her. I had never had a blowjob before, I knew that some men said that there was no feeling on earth to compare it with but I would rather not have had to experience it like this, against my will. But as she took my penis down her throat and I could feel her swallow me, surrounding my penis with the warm, soft flesh of her oesophagus I knew exactly why they had described it in such exalted tones. Suddenly I was experiencing a pleasure the like of which I had never thought was possible.

"Oh f-f-f-f-uck!!" was all I could utter as Melanie fellated me. I stopped struggling against the shackles and for the first time I started to enjoy the experience. I looked down at her and as I saw my penis disappear into her mouth over and over, she looked back up into my eyes and all of a sudden I understood that she was getting as much pleasure from fellating me as I was receiving from her. To enjoy giving pleasure as much as receiving it was a totally new concept for me.

I looked back up at the rest of the group, they all stood in awe of what was happening, I imagined young Jenny, maybe all of them, were experiencing that familiar dampness in their knickers at the erotic sight of a helpless naked man, chained to a rock (albeit a fibreglass one) receiving oral sex from a woman that he'd only met a couple of hours ago.

"Well, looks like somebody's beginning to enjoy himself!" said Anna, the rest of the group giggled in reply,

After several minutes I could feel my semen begin to rise from the very depths of my testicles, my orgasm was starting to build. Melanie sensed this however, and as I came close to the point of no return she stopped dead in her tracks. I looked down at her and in her face I could see an expression that said 'not so fast, buster!' 

My penis, glistening with Melanie's saliva, throbbed gently in time with my heartbeat which was unsurprisingly racing. Rather than continuing to fellate me, Melanie moved her attention to gently licking the underside of my glans, softly stroking my frenulum with a side to side motion.

"F-f-f-f-f-f-u-u-u-u-c-c-c-c-k-k-k-k!!!" I exclaimed, I desperately wanted to cum right then and there but Melanie was in no hurry to allow me to ejaculate. As soon as she sensed that I was about to climax she would stop for a few moments leaving me throbbing away. Once she felt that there was no danger of imminent ejaculation, she continued once again.

"Come on big boy" said Anna, "give us what we want to see!"

I would if I could, I thought to myself, being unable to speak due to the shear ecstasy I was experiencing. Another few minutes passed, by now my precum was oozing and dribbling everywhere, I had reached the point of no return, I was moments away from ejaculating and I finally found my voice.

"Ah!! ah! ah! oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuccckkk!!" I exclaimed, now I desperately wanted to hold it in and extract as much pleasure as I could, I clenched every muscle and sinew in my body to try and prevent it from happening too soon.

"Ah! ah! aaaahhh!!! Aaaarrrrrgggghhhh!!!! Unnnnnngggghhhhh!!!!!! Unnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!" I screamed with pleasure until with one final, guttral "UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!" I ejaculated. A jet of greyish-white semen erupted from my penis, shot over Melanie's shoulder and spattered onto the concrete floor of the studio. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, I never knew that a man could feel such an explosive climax and I had never ejaculated quite that far before.

"Good boy!!" said Anna, addressing me as she might an obedient dog as several more blasts of semen erupted from my penis. The other women gasped and applauded and cheered.




Posing for Anna Ch. 02



However, as was always the case with any male orgasm, it was all over too quickly. My climax lasted all of 5 seconds but this particular orgasm was so explosive however, that the intensity of it more than made up for its lack of duration!

Melanie stood up, wiped off some of my semen which had ended up on her cheek and looked me in the eye.

"Thank you so much Martin, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed giving it to you" she said.

"Oh, I think something tells me that he did in the end" said Anna as she pointed at the little spatter of semen on the floor.

Anna then bade farewell to Melanie and the rest of the group and once the room was cleared she closed the door and turned her attention back to me.

"Are you going to let me go now or what?" I asked, after all, by that time I had been shacked up for well over an hour an a half.

"Yes, in a minute" she said, "but just allow me to explain first".

"This had better be good!" I replied.

"First, I'd like to apologise – I'm sorry for putting you through that without your consent, I hope you won't hate me for it. If I sensed that you really weren't enjoying it I would've made Melanie stop. You did enjoy it though didn't you?" Anna continued.

"Yes" I admitted sheepishly, "but that doesn't make it right".

"I know", sighed Anna, "it's just that the ladies in the group – well, most of them, live such mundane lives that when I first suggested using a live male model they became almost deliriously excited about the whole idea. For most of them the only naked male they've ever seen in the flesh is their own husband, and for several of them their sex lives have dried up almost completely. It was only when Melanie announced that her birthday was coming up and that she had always wanted to have a man totally at her mercy that the idea for the 'Androlos' painting came into being. The only reason I asked if you would do it was because deep down I knew that it would excite you as much as it excited her. I could sense right from the start that you had a thing for CFNM situations, most of the male models I have used in the past were like that to some extent – some more than others - but I just knew that you would be the right one for the art group".

"I'm truly flattered" I answered with maybe a hint of sarcasm, "but does that really give you the right to take advantage of me without asking?"

"Of course it doesn't" Anna sighed, "but I hope that you can accept my most humble and sincere apologies".

I sighed heavily.

"Please!" Anna pleaded, "I know it was wrong, so very, very wrong to have done that to you but I promise you it will be different next time".

"Next time?!?"

"Yes, well I kind of promised the group that they would all get to have a turn at 'rewarding' you for giving up your time free of charge" Anna explained sheepishly.

"So you expect me to go through this whole degrading experience at least another six times??"

"Yes, again I'm so sorry – I should've at least consulted you about it first".

Despite everything that had happened, one thing that could not escape my mind was the realisation that I had actually enjoyed the whole thing. I had no choice but to accept Anna's apologies.

"Ok, ok, ok" I sighed, "I accept your apologies".

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!!" cried Anna and she kissed me on the cheek.

"Now, d'you suppose you could at least unshackle me now?" I said, "my whole body is aching".

"Oh God, sorry!" said Anna and she immediately started to unclip the plastic shackles. As soon as I was free I fell down onto the cold concrete floor in a heap, I could support my weight no longer. It felt good to be free at last after nearly an hour and a half of being chained up against the rough fibreglass rock. Anna sat down on the floor next to me.

"I have to explain something to you which I hope will make things a lot clearer" said Anna.

"What would that be?" I replied.

"Well, to cut a long story short – I'm... a phallophile"

"A phallophile?" I answered, I kind of understood what it meant but I wanted Anna to explain.

"Yes, a phallophile is someone who has a clinical obsession with male genitalia" Anna explained, "I guess the best way to explain it is to tell you my life story".

"I'm all ears" I said in reply.

"Well, I was the youngest of three girls in my family and up until I was 18 I was perfectly normal. That was until our twin cousins Natalie and Jamie, who were 19 at the time, came to stay with us for a couple of weeks over the summer. It had been a long, hot day and we all felt like a nice cool shower was just the thing to cool us off. There were two showers in our house, one in the main bathroom and another in my parents en-suite. Natalie used the main bathroom while my eldest sister Susan used the en-suite. Jamie, ever the gentleman, was quite happy to allow us girls to shower before him. After I had dressed in my nightie and headed out of my room to go and join the rest of the family downstairs I saw that the bathroom door was open a few inches – just wide enough for me to see, to my astonishment, the sight of Jamie taking his clothes off. 

I just stood there transfixed as he took off his trousers, I knew he couldn't see me in the shadows of the landing so I stayed where I was, eager to see him take his pants off. And once he pulled down his pants and stepped out of them I saw a real penis and testicles for the very first time. I hadn't even seen a picture of a naked boy before and I certainly never saw my father naked so I had no idea what boys looked like down there. I kind of assumed that boys were like us girls down there, only hairier – sex education wasn't quite as advanced in those days as it is now. 

I was astonished by the sight of it and I gasped in wonder, I had to quickly cover my mouth in case he heard me Fortunately he didn't. But it was only to be a fleeting glimpse, as he went over to get into the shower out of my view but it was enough to whet my appetite to see more of him. 

There used to be an old blanket chest in our bathroom which was used for keeping towels in, it had a sort of wicker mesh on three sides so I knew that if I hid in it I could clearly see out of it without being seen myself. As long as he didn't open the chest of course, but that was easily avoided – I just made sure there were plenty of towels already on the towel rail so that he wouldn't need to open it. So, the following evening after taking my own shower, and knowing that it would be Jamie's turn next, I quickly hopped into the chest, covered myself with the remaining towels and closed the lid. And then I just waited. 

Thinking that I was in my bedroom putting on my nightie, Jamie had no idea that I was in fact, hiding in the chest waiting to spy on him. I was not to be disappointed as I had an excellent view of the whole thing as he stripped off his clothes and got into the shower. I was utterly fascinated by the sight of his penis and his testicles, and only his penis and testicles – to me the rest of his body looked unexciting – but his penis and his testicles were unlike anything I had ever seen before and to me it was an incredible sight.

Ever since then I have been obsessed by them, the way they move when a man walks around, the way they go from soft and floppy to stiff and erect, the function of them as they shoot their load of semen and when they urinate".

"Which I suppose is why you were spying on me when I was using the toilet" I interjected.

"You saw that?" said Anna, "sorry, but I couldn't resist it".

"It's ok really, if you wanted to watch me you only had to ask" I said, "I mean, I was a little freaked out by it at first but afterwards I discovered that being watched was a bit of a turn-on for me".

"I did kind of sense that, I had a feeling that you left the curtain open slightly on purpose and I also knew that you would probably see me watching you, but it was an opportunity that I didn't want to allow to pass me by".

"I had no idea that someone would be so fascinated by my penis" I said in all honesty.

"Are you kidding?" Anna said, a tone of genuine surprise in her voice, "let me tell you this – I have been obsessed with male genitalia for as long as I can remember, I must have seen thousands over the years, mostly in photographs and on video and of course my male models over the years. But you, and I mean this with the most sincerity, have the nicest penis I have ever seen".

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Of course I am – I mean, it is the perfect size, you keep it clean shaven instead of having all that horrid pubic hair which spoils the view, your absolutely perfectly sized balls and then of course the crowning glory! That foreskin – never before have I seen a more perfect foreskin, nice and long and velvety soft and I'll bet anything that it gives you a lot of pleasure".

As I looked at the expression on her face as she spoke it became clear to me just how deep her obsession with male genitalia – especially mine for some reason – ran through every bone in her body.

"Bloody hell!" I exclaimed, "if I had known that I would've let you play with it!"

"Hmm, maybe later" said Anna, "anyway, my obsession continued through my university days and I remember I would've given anything to have been a fly on the wall in the boys showers at the university sports club! And of course once I started going out with boys and started having sex with them I would pay more attention to their penises than I did their personalities. 

When I met my late husband I knew we were a perfect match and the knowledge that I had access to his penis almost whenever I wanted helped me to scale back my obsessive collecting of photographs. And of course we were blessed with a son, Michael – he lives in America now, working as an engineer for Lockheed. It was shortly after when my husband died that I first started using live models in my art. And now, ten years on I have finally found the penis of my dreams and I want to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for letting me share it with my friends and I hope that you will continue to share it with us".

By now, Anna was getting a little tearful so I sat up and hugged her reassuringly.

"Don't worry" I said, "now that you've been honest with me, I'll be more than happy to continue".

"You mean, you'll be back tomorrow for our normal session?"

"Of course I will" I replied.

"And next Monday too?"

"Just try and stop me!" I answered.

Anna hugged and kissed me again.

"I really don't deserve to have someone like you!" she said with a smile on her face.

"Now, if you would be so kind as to take me over to the toilet, I seriously need a pee!" I said.

"Oohh! Can I watch?" asked Anna excitedly.

"Sure, if that's what you want!" I replied.

And sure enough, as I stood and relieved myself, Anna looked on as the golden stream of urine flowed from my penis and into the toilet. Once I had finished she filled the washbasin and with a small sponge she cleaned my penis of Melanie's saliva and the last remnants of my semen. After she dried me off she helped me put my clothes back on, it felt weird at first after having been naked for almost three hours. She suddenly remembered that there was still a small puddle of my semen on the floor of the studio. She went into the storeroom and came out moments later with a mop and bucket.

"Well, aren't you going to clean up your mess?" she said teasingly.

"My mess?" I asked.

"Your semen, your mess!" she said.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Nah, course not!" she sniggered and set about mopping the patch of floor where my semen had landed.

We went back into the house for a much needed cup of tea and we continued talking about her obsession and my recent discovery that I enjoyed being a CFNM sex object. It was nearly midnight before I left to go home, and I couldn't wait for the next day when I would be back in the studio once more.



Posing for Anna Ch. 03



The day after the night before... my head was still spinning from the events of the previous evening. Once more I gazed at the clock waiting for it to finally reach 4:15 so that I could go back to Anna's studio. She was obviously delighted when she saw me at her front door.

"Oh Martin! I'm so glad you came, I had feared that last night's shenanigans would've scared you off!" she said as she ushered me inside.

"Not a chance" I replied, "I've been clock-watching all afternoon because I just couldn't wait to get here!"

"You really did enjoy it didn't you" said Anna.

"That's putting it lightly! Last night I had the most powerful, most intense and most explosive orgasm I've ever experienced!" I said.

"The rest of the ladies have a tough task on their hands to surpass Melanie's skills then!" chuckled Anna.

"You could say that!" I replied.

We went out the back door, across the garden and into the studio once more. The fibreglass rock had gone, into the storeroom, and in its place was the couch with the red velvet drape.

"I had a bit of an idea this morning about how to make this series of paintings a little more intriguing, if you're up for it of course" said Anna as she closed the door behind us.

"Oh yeah, what's that then?" I asked.

"Well, in times gone by artists would often mix their paints with things like egg yolks and olive oil to give their paintings a distinctive sheen and I was wondering if you would be able to give me something to mix in with the paints I'll be using for this picture" Anna explained.

"What, do you want me to go down to the shop to get some olive oil?" I said not quite catching her meaning.

"No, I could've done that myself earlier!" chuckled Anna, "What I want is something only you can give me".

"Such as??" I asked.

"Your semen, silly!" she replied.

"My semen??"

"Yes, that way you can be in the picture in more than just a depiction of your body -- you can literally be a part of the painting!" Anna said enthusiastically. It certainly sounded like an attractive proposition.

"Ok then" I said, "no problem, you can have as much as you like -- or should I say, as much as I can make".

"Oh thank you, thank you!" Anna said as she hugged me.

"But there's just one thing though" I said.

"What's that?" asked Anna.

"If you want it you have to come and get it for yourself" I said with a wink.

"I was hoping you'd say that!" Anna said with a smirk, "Take your clothes off and let's get started!!"

And so, once again I undressed. As I took off my clothes, Anna went into the storeroom to find something for me to ejaculate into -- a small pot would have sufficed but she could not find anything suitable in the confines of the storeroom or the studio as a whole for that matter.

"Damn and blast!!" exclaimed Anna in exasperation after several minutes of fruitless searching.

"Oh well, I guess it'll have to wait until next time" I said as I stood in front of her completely naked.

"Unless of course..." Anna speculated.

"Unless what?" I asked.

"Just wait there, I'll be right back" said Anna and she disappeared across the garden and into the house.

Several minutes passed before she returned. When she came back to the studio she didn't seem to have anything in her hands which indicated that she still hadn't found a suitable receptacle for my semen.

"No joy?" I asked.

"I've found just the thing -- I always keep a couple in my handbag because... well, you never know when you'll need one" Anna said.

"One what?" I asked.

"One of these of course!" Anna answered and held out the object in her hand -- it was a condom.

"Whoa there!" I said, "I don't mind you giving me a handjob but I don't think I'm ready to have sex with you -- not yet anyway".

"Relax" said Anna, "I'm not ready for that either, I'll only be using it for collection purposes only".

"Well, that's ok then" I said, somewhat relieved. Truth be told, I had no problem in principle with having sex with her -- she may have been more than twenty years my senior and may not have been the most desirable looking specimen of womanhood under her loose fitting bohemian style clothing, but she was a woman nonetheless and it had been so long since I had last had sex that I would've done it with just about anyone. But I didn't want our relationship to progress to that stage until I was certain that there was a genuine chemistry between us. And besides, I rather enjoyed the CFNM nature of our relationship and I was happy to keep it that way -- at least for the time being.

Anna tore open the packet which contained the condom.

"Well then, I suppose we'd better get that thing nice and stiff!" Anna said, obviously referring to my penis. We sat down together on the edge of the posing stage, I spread my legs apart a little and Anna set to work. She softly stroked my penis and coaxed it into life, the gentle stimulation causing me to become engorged rapidly. As soon as she was satisfied that I was fully erect, Anna wasted no time in retracting my foreskin, a little too forcefully causing me to wince somewhat. She placed the condom over the tip of my exposed glans and then rolled the thin latex sheath over the rest of my penis, enveloping it in its entirety.

Now that I was ready, Anna set to work. She started to rapidly stroke my penis, it became clear to me at that moment that this handjob would not be for my pleasure. It was merely a means to an end, Anna wanted my semen to mix with her paints and the sooner she got it, the sooner she could start painting. I didn't mind so much that my pleasure was of the least concern to her, in fact to my surprise I discovered that I rather enjoyed being emasculated in this fashion -- to be less of a man and more as a source of a vital commodity.

Dwelling on that thought was enough to send me to the point of no return, Anna must've been tiring from the effort of masturbating me so quickly and vigorously as her stroking slowed down substantially. But she had just done enough and I felt the all too familiar tingle course through my veins as my body prepared itself for my imminent ejaculation. Mere seconds later I ejaculated into the condom filling it with as much semen as I could muster.

"Good boy, good boy!" said Anna, again addressing me as if I were an obedient dog. I didn't mind it at all, in fact I found it rather endearing.

Once the last of my climax had subsided, Anna carefully removed the condom from my gradually softening penis and inspected its precious contents.

"Mmmm... should be plenty for today's session" she said. She took a small plastic syringe from her work table and used it to suck up as much semen as possible from the condom, once she was satisfied that there was enough in the syringe she placed it back on her table and then discarded the condom in a small waste bin in the corner of the room. She then took some tissues and gently cleaned the last remnants of semen from my penis.

Now that she had what she wanted we wasted no time and once more I adopted my now familiar pose. As Anna set to work I had to smile as every few minutes she would squeeze a little more of my semen from the syringe into her paints as she worked. Strangely, the rest of the evening's session flew by and before I knew it we were finishing up. Once again I allowed Anna to observe me as I relieved my bladder and also let her watch me as I showered.

By the time I left for home I was more certain than ever that this was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me, I was experiencing a world of sexual bliss in a way that I never thought was possible and I was loving every second of it.

The next few sessions -- both with Anna by herself and with the ladies painting group -- followed pretty much the same routine. Anna would give me a purposeful handjob before the solo sessions and, following the 'Androlos' sessions, each member of the group took turns in 'rewarding' me for giving up my time free of charge.

Each of the ladies had their own style, Sue gave me an absolutely amazing orgasm by giving me a classic handjob followed by her pulling back my foreskin as far as it would go and then licking my exposed frenulum until I ejaculated right into her waiting mouth, swallowing every drop. 

Meera preferred to just stroke me gently until I was fully erect and then using her index finger, liberally lubricated with her own saliva, to massage the very tip of my penis right at my meatus. It was a simple technique but it delivered a truly knee-trembling orgasm. 

Janelle was probably the least satisfying, she just seemed either keen to get it over with or not all that concerned with giving me as much pleasure as she could. Either that or she simply wasn't as experienced in pleasuring a male as the other ladies were.

Rita on the other hand, was utterly amazing, she kept me on the edge of the point of no return for ages until she finally allowed me to cum after a full twenty minutes of on-the-edge stimulation. 

Only Mavis and Jenny remained and to be honest I wasn't looking forward to Mavis's turn at all. The other ladies were fine but Mavis was almost old enough to be my grandmother and the thought of being the plaything of a little old lady wasn't very appealing -- it almost made me feel physically sick at the mere thought of it.

So when on the Monday evening Anna announced that it was Mavis's turn I almost felt like appealing to her to let Jenny have her turn instead. But unbeknownst to me Mavis was harbouring a secret.

"Mavis is a retired doctor" said Anna as Mavis approached me and cupped my testicles in her cold, wrinkly hand.

"To be precise" continued Anna, "Mavis is a retired urologist, and what she doesn't know about male genital anatomy isn't worth knowing so it's a pretty good job that Martin here is chained up for his safety because he is going to have one hell of a ride!"

She wasn't wrong, Mavis's hands worked their magic all over my private parts but as soon as I took my eyes off her she did something that I never saw coming from such an apparently sweet old lady. She licked her left index finger... and then shoved it right up into my anus. I let out a scream of pleasure and pain as her finger penetrated me ever deeper into my rectum. She began to stimulate my prostate gland, which had me fully erect in a matter of seconds. 

The intensity of the sensation grew and grew and before long my penis was so erect it felt as though the skin on my shaft was so taut it could split apart at any moment because of the strain. Precum was oozing out of my penis in a long sticky dribble that almost reached the floor. My whole body was trembling and I knew I was approaching an almighty orgasm. 

I had reached the point of no return, I felt my orgasm wash over my whole body causing every bone, muscle and sinew to shudder and shake out of pure ecstasy. I looked down expecting to see my semen shoot out of my penis like a bullet from a gun. Except that not a drop of semen escaped from my throbbing erection. I had just had my first 'dry' orgasm.

Once it had subsided, Mavis continued to gently massage my prostate, not once during all this did she touch my penis. She gave me three more 'dry' orgasms, each one as earth-shattering as the last, before she finally took hold of my penis and masturbated me until she finally allowed me to ejaculate. And when it finally happened I came so hard that my semen shot out a clear eight feet from my body. And I also ejaculated so much that it felt like I was pissing the stuff out. 

"Unnnngggghhh!!!! Aaaaaahhhh!!!! UUURRRRRNNNNNGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!" I screamed and growled as I experienced the most earth-shattering, intense, powerful, mesmerising and ecstatic orgasm I had ever experienced in all my life! My wrists and ankles burned with intense pain as I strained against the manacles holding me against the artificial rock.

As soon as I had finished ejaculating, Mavis released her grip on my penis and extracted her finger from my rectum. I had experienced something that never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would experience -- a multiple male orgasm. I was utterly drained and I felt I could no longer stand up and I collapsed forward, only the chains at my wrists and ankles prevented me from falling onto the floor.

With her work done, Mavis went into the shower area to wash her hands. Once she had finished she approached me as I still chained up, and said "I hope you enjoyed that young man, because I know that I certainly enjoyed giving it to you!" And she just chuckled slightly, kissed me on my sweaty forehead and rejoined the rest of the group as they put on their coats and took their leave with a cheery "See you next week!" addressed at both Anna and I.

As soon as Anna released me I could do no more than just sit on the edge of the stage and contemplate what had just happened.

"You see, you should never judge a book by its cover" Anna said as she handed me a much needed glass of water.

"That was..." I gasped, "that was... well, words fail me."

"Mavis says she used to love giving her male patients an orgasm when giving them rectal exams and over the years she got pretty adept at it" said Anna, "in fact, she used to love it so much that she used to give her male patients a rectal exam whether they needed it or not, she said the youngest man she ever gave one to had only just turned 18 a few days before".

"I wish I could've had her as my doctor!" I replied,

We just sat and talked for ages, I was still naked and desperate for the toilet. Once again Anna asked if she could watch, which by now I was only too happy to let her.

"You don't need to ask you know" I said as I stood before the toilet allowing the golden stream of my urine to flow from my penis into the waiting bowl as Anna watched it happen before her eyes, transfixed as always, "It's quite ok by me, really".

"I know" Anna replied, "it just seems... I don't know... somehow disrespectful to just assume that it's ok for me to watch you perform such a private bodily function without asking".

"Well from now on you don't need to ask" I said, "if I don't want to let you watch, I'll be the first to let you know ok?"

"Sounds fine to me" Anna smiled.

We sat and talked for a couple of hours and once again it was gone midnight before I finally got to put my clothes back on. I had discovered that I absolutely loved being Anna's nude plaything, I could tell by the look in her eyes that simply being in the presence of a naked male was such a pleasurable experience for her. 

I wondered if she masturbated to the mental image of my naked body as soon as I left her house. I had had my first ever experience of a multiple orgasm that night, it was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. I did however, become conscious about how much my arse was hurting however, but it was certainly a price worth paying and I couldn't wait to let Mavis have another go on me someday. But the next session -- the final session of the 'Androlos' painting would surpass everything that had happened so far.

Before that however, there was another three regular sessions to get through. Once again, as usual I was naked throughout -- Anna masturbated me to collect some of my semen to mix in with her paints and at the conclusion of the session I allowed her to watch me as I urinated and showered.

I was eager to discover what Jenny, the youngest member of the ladies art group was capable of and that week seemed to pass more slowly than ever before. 

But eventually, the time came and as I was chained to the rock for the last time I was sure I would be in for an amazing experience. And I wasn't wrong in that assumption although it was far from what I expected it to be. As the final session came to its conclusion Anna announced to myself and to the group that tonight it was Jenny's turn to have her way with me, and it was to be as much for her benefit as it was for mine.

"Jenny has decided that she doesn't wish to play with Martin's 'little soldier' -- instead, she was wondering if it would be ok if you did her the honour of being her first" said Anna.

"Her first what?" I replied.

"I want you to be the one" Jenny said, "I want you to be the one I share my first time with".

"Wait a minute" I said, not quite believing my own ears, "do you mean... do you want me to have sex with you?"

"Yes, I want you to take my virginity and make me into a woman and I want all of us here to share in it" Jenny answered.

Anna unshackled me and handed me a condom, suddenly I became aware of a sense of pride and flattery coursing through my being. I was being asked to take a young woman's virginity in front of the rest of the group -- I felt truly honoured to have been asked to do it but I was still nervous nonetheless. Would I be up to the job and would I be able to put on a good enough show for the rest of the group?

I decided -- what the hell! And I signaled my agreement by tearing open the foil packet which contained the condom. Jenny however, had other ideas.

"I don't want to use a condom" she said, "I want my first time to feel special -- for both of us. I want to feel him fill me with his cum and I'm sure he would want to feel everything too and not have our special moment spoiled by having his manhood encased in latex".

"Well, only if it is ok with Martin -- don't forget Jenny, that he has a right to decide whether or not he can potentially father a child, I mean, I'm sure his sperm is pretty potent and if he got you pregnant it could be a pretty tricky situation for both of you" said Anna.

"It's ok Anna" said Jenny, "I'm on the pill -- have been for ages. So whaddya say Martin, will you do it to me without a condom?"

I only needed to think about it for a fraction of a second -- I tossed the condom on to the floor.

"I always hated these things!" I said and Jenny's eyes lit up.

"I can't believe this is happening" Jenny said excitedly, "I can't believe I'm really going to have sex!"

Jenny wasted no time in getting herself undressed. In a way, I didn't want her to be naked as it would ruin the CFNM experience for me but Jenny's naked body was such a beautiful sight that I knew that on this occasion, I would be more than happy not to be the sole performer. The next few minutes were a blur, all I know is that I was hard in seconds and I couldn't wait to take her innocence, but I knew that I had to take my time. 

So we spent at least a quarter of an hour just exploring each others bodies, all with Anna and the other members of the group looking on. I fingered open her labia and I could clearly see her hymen -- she was most definitely a virgin. I let my tongue caress her clitoris causing her to squeal excitedly. By now my penis was dribbling precum everywhere, I wanted to just shove myself inside and pound myself into her vagina, but once again, I knew that I had to take things slowly. I had never taken a woman's virginity before but one thing I did know was that breaking the hymen could be painful for her and so I knew I had to be gentle with her. Jenny got up onto the stage, laid down on her back and spread her legs open, ready for me to deflower her.

So I offered the tip of my fully engorged penis to the lips of Jenny's vagina and gently prised them open, rubbing myself gently up and down along the length of the slit-like opening, I heard her take a sharp intake of breath -- readying herself for the pain to come.

I pushed forward a little, Jenny yelped slightly as a shock of pain flashed across her whole body -- I stopped dead in my tracks. After a minute or two I tried again -- again with the same result. At that moment I felt the best approach would be to take her by surprise, so for my third attempt I decided not to be quite so gentle. I thrust myself forward with much more force and as Jenny cried out in pain I could feel her hymen giving way, splitting apart, and then as soon as it tore open my penis shot up inside her vagina and all of a sudden I was within her -- balls-deep. Jenny was a virgin no more. The other ladies clapped and cheered as their friend lost her innocence before them.




Posing for Anna Ch. 03



I withdrew myself a little and I could see a little of Jenny's blood smeared on my penis. Now that I had deflowered her I could begin our lovemaking in earnest. I took it as slowly and gently as I could, I wanted her to have an orgasm so I knew that I had to be patient and take my time in order to 'bring her to the boil'. Her vagina was an unbelievably tight fit and I was enjoying myself enormously, and judging by the moaning and purring she was making, so was Jenny.

I leaned over her and kissed her on her neck as I gently thrust myself back and forth within her. Her young vagina becoming ever more lubricated and slicker with every thrust of my pelvis. Her contented moans grew louder and louder as the feelings of blissful stimulation gradually increased within her, drawing her ever nearer to her orgasm. I was close to my own orgasm too, so each time I could feel the point of no return approaching I would slow right down, not wanting to ejaculate too soon -- after all, once I have cum it's 'game over'. 

But I would not have to wait for too much longer, I could feel Jenny's vagina start to twitch slightly around my penis and over the next minute or so her moans became louder and more vocal. Both our bodies were slick with sweat and the wetness in her young tight vagina caused a slight squelching sound with each and every one of my slow pelvic thrusts.

After at least 10 minutes of slow, blissful lovemaking, Jenny's orgasm exploded within her causing every muscle in her body to spasm, the walls of her young vagina clenched around my penis, gripping it like a fist. Jenny screamed and yelped in pleasure as the rest of the group cheered her on.

"Ahhh!!! Ahhhh!!! Ahhhh!!! Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuckkk!!!! Unnnnnnggggghhhh!!!! Unnnnnnnnnnnnnggggghhhh!!!! UUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" she screamed. Her orgasm went on for at least half a minute until it finally seemed to subside. Jenny lay there on her back, my penis buried within her and gasping for breath. She looked up into my eyes and whispered.

"Thank you!"

Now, finally it was my turn. Satisfied that I had given her a sufficient orgasm I began to thrust into her much harder and forcefully now. It was mere seconds before I felt myself approaching the point of no return and I readied myself for my own orgasm. I erupted into her as every bone, muscle, sinew and fibre tingled with a wave of pleasure which passed throughout my whole body until it focused itself at the tip of my penis and I ejaculated blast after blast of my semen into her young body. The other members of the group now cheered me on as I filled their friend with my sperm.

Just as quickly as it had begun, it was all over. I rested for a moment to catch my breath and then I withdrew myself from Jenny's vagina. She sat up and we cuddled for a while as the rest of the group joined us on the stage to congratulate Jenny on her transition from being a virgin to becoming a sexually experienced woman.

As the group once again dispersed into the night, Anna and myself stayed behind to discuss the evening's events.

"Well, how was it for you?" asked Anna, "I mean, it's not every day you get to take a girl's virginity".

"It was fantastic, I felt truly honoured to introduce her to sex, breaking her hymen was the most erotic thing I have ever done -- it made me feel more like a real man than anything else I have ever done" I said.

"I'm glad to hear it" said Anna, "I've known Jenny since she was a baby -- she's my niece in fact -- and I wouldn't have wanted her to lose her virginity to someone neither of us trusted. She told me that she wanted you to take her right after that first session, she knew that somehow you would show her the level of respect that she deserved and would not cause her any unnecessary pain or discomfort".

Once again, Anna insisted upon watching me as I emptied my aching bladder and as I finally put my clothes back on I lamented about the end of the 'Androlos' project and that I wouldn't be seeing the ladies again.

"Well, you see there are plenty of other paintings we could do with you, the ladies were wondering if you wouldn't mind posing with an erection, Mavis can get her hands on plenty of Viagra to help keep you hard!" Anna said with a wicked glint in her eye.

And so it was that my extraordinary sexual adventure continued, both with Anna by herself and with the rest of the Twyford ladies art group. But that's another story.

THE END