3 comments/ 25611 views/ 12 favorites WVC Ch. 21:The Adv Drawing Class #1 By: gupiao Late that night, just before collapsing into bed, I checked my e-mail and found this from the Phys Ed Department. "Professor Terri Morris has requested that you pose for her advanced drawing class at 4 PM on Thursday, April 9th in Room 124 of the Art Department. You will bring your cock and ball harness to class, as well as Display Suit #1. Continue to take your blue pills and your supplements today and tomorrow. You are not allowed to ejaculate." Display Suit #1 was the shiny white posing pouch with the sheath extension, identical to the black one I'd worn in Ms. Reynold's last class (WVC Ch. 12: The Intermediate Drawing Class, #3). My classes went slowly on Wednesday and Thursday, while I racked my brain trying to remember who Ms. Morris was. I knew that I'd met her while trying on the display suits (WVC Ch.15: The Cancelled Art Class), but I couldn't remember which teacher she was. So I was more than a little apprehensive as I knocked on the door to Room 124 at exactly 3:45, fifteen minutes early. It was the petite brunette with the small breasts and the pointy nipples who answered the door. I stuttered as her bright blue eyes bored into mine. "Uh, Ms. Morris? I'm uh - Bill" "Yes, of course you are. Come in." Once she closed the door behind me, she turned and studied the prominent lump in my cutoffs before she glanced back up at my face. I'd forgotten just how pretty she was. In pale blue shorts that hugged her slim hips and a sleeveless white t-shirt that clung to her firm breasts, her slender body looked great. She gave me a small smile before asking. "You do remember me, do you?" Blushing furiously, I nodded. Although I was distracted by the prominent peaks crowning her breasts, fiercely erect beneath the thin cotton top, I did recall how her teasing fingers explored nearly every inch of my body. My cock began to stir as I remembered just how intimately she had handled me. "I would forgive you even if you didn't.' Her smile grew as she pointedly dropped her gaze back down below my waist. "With such a big dick between your legs, I'm sure you meet a lot of girls on campus. My blush deepened as she kept staring at my crotch. Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I hesitated, not sure how I should reply. Under her steady gaze, I could feel the blood flowing below my waist, and my cock began to swell, pressing against my tight cut-offs. Still focused on the bulge in my pants, she asked. "Are you wearing the leather harness?" Feeling the flush from my face spread down my neck, I shook my head. That hadn't been my instructions. "Good. That makes the current size of your package all the more impressive." By now, I could feel the blush reaching across my shoulders, and the constricting shorts were becoming uncomfortable. "But you did bring it with you, right?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Good, then go ahead and get changed into your posing costume." "Here?" She grinned at my apparent panic. "In the changing room. It's in the back." Exhaling gratefully, I headed off to the back of the studio. And then I stopped, turning back to the petite brunette. "Do you want me to wear the harness too?" There was a distinct twinkle in her blue eyes. "No, not now, Bill. Just the G-string will be fine." Nodding, I crossed the room to the door. As I closed the door behind me, I realized that I'd soon be standing up in front of a class of total strangers with an erect cock and little else. So being shy before Ms. Morris, who'd already seen me completely nude, suddenly seemed silly. Like the other studio classroom, the changing room was miniscule, barely more than a closet. As I stripped off my clothes, it occurred to me that I'd become quite comfortable in Ms. Reynold's class. By now, Valerie was an intimate friend, and I knew all the other students by name. In an advanced drawing class populated with upper class coeds, it was unlikely that I would know anyone. After retrieving the tiny thong from my pocket, I stripped off my clothes, dropping them onto the single folding chair. Although my cock wasn't close to being fully erect, it had become thick enough so that it jutted out before me as I stepped into the elastic straps of the white thong. I had just started to pull them up my thighs when without any warning knock, the door swung open and Ms. Morris walked right in. Clearly, she had different boundaries than Ms. Reynolds. Reacting purely on instinct, I turned away from her, shielding my swaying rod from her piercing gaze. As she waited, I guided the bulbous cockhead into the snug sheath, sliding the sleek material down my stalk until it cupped my balls and lifted them up between my thighs. As I straightened up, I noticed that the white material was so thin that the deep red of my swollen knob was faintly visible. The shadows of the heavy veins that lined the sides of my shaft were obvious, and even the dark slit at the very tip of my rounded bulb could be plainly seen. I don't remember the suit being quite so revealing. "How does it fit?" I gulped and turned around to face her, my stiffening log swinging freely as it stretched the shiny sheath and pointed out toward her. Watching it wave eagerly before me, she smiled. "I think my students will like drawing you." She paused, and then added. "And they'll love drawing that big dick of yours." I blushed as she reached for the door knob, not lifting her eyes from my crotch. "They should be arriving shortly. Put on the robe, and I'll come get you when we're ready." Still smiling, she closed the door and left me with a growing hard-on. Retrieving the robe form the wall hook, I paused. Pale pink, it was short and silky, obviously worn by the female models in her class. As I wrapped it around my body, I was surprised to find how wonderful the sleek cloth felt as it slid back and forth across the sensitive head of my swelling pole. Through the closed door, I could hear the excited murmur of the arriving students. I wondered if I knew any of them. Since they were juniors and seniors, I doubted that I did. Pressing my ear next to the door, I was able to her what Miss Morris said. "Class, I know that you've been frustrated in our inability to draw the male figure to sketch. With so few men on campus, available models have been non-existent. But today we are fortunate, extremely fortunate. As our subject, we have one of the best male bodies that I've ever seen. And certainly, the biggest -" She stopped abruptly. "I don't want to say too much." Raising her voice, she called out. "Bill, why don't you come on out?" I took a deep breath, opened the door and walked into the room, clutching the robe around my waist and trying to keep my slightly inflated log from bouncing with each step. Stopping short of the low platform, I realized that there were only five students in the class, all women of course. And their easels were much closer to the raised area than in the intermediate drawing class, perhaps only a foot or two away. "Class, this is Bill, who will be our model today. Since we're a small group, I'll introduce the students. On your far right is Crystal." Of medium height, she was an overweight blonde with a pretty face and large breasts that pushed insistently against a tight blouse. Through the pale blue cotton, I could see the lacy pattern of her oversized bra cups and ever so faintly, the imprint of large nipples firmly erect. As she shifted her feet, they swayed heavily. Beneath the silky robe, my slowly growing rod twitched. Shyly, she nodded at me and smiled, her blue eyes glancing briefly down toward the tent at my crotch. "Hi." "Next to her is Nicole." A tall brunette with glittering black eyes, she wore her long hair pulled back off her narrow face. Coolly, she looked me up and down, like she was measuring me. Her gaze lingered below my waist and gave me a brief opportunity to check her out. Her sleeveless top bared most of her sleek stomach, giving me a glimpses of the under curve of her smallish breasts as she glanced back up at my face. "So you approve of him?" A ghost of a smile flickered across her rather plain features at the instructor's question. "He'll do." With a smirk on her face, Ms. Morris indicated the two blondes standing next to each other. "These two are Tracy and Lilianne." They looked enough alike to be sisters, if not twins. Both were slim, blue eyed and nearly identical in height. One wore her streaked hair pulled back away from her pretty face in a short pony-tail. The other one's blonde locks brushed her shoulders as she grinned at me, her slightly fuller chest stretching the red t-shirt. "We've heard a lot about you, Bill." Finishing her friend's thought, the one with the pony tail continued. "All good things, I can assure you. I'm Lilianne. She's Tracy." The busty one giggled, causing her full globes to sway beneath the bright cotton. Her friend wore a sleeveless blouse that hinted at firm breasts topped with pointed nipples. Neither appeared to be wearing a bra. "Oh yes, very good things." Giggling together, the pair dropped their gaze eyes down to my crotch, still covered by the pink robe. With my hands crossed in front of me, I was pressing against the growing bulge, trying to conceal it as long as I could. "And finally, Kendall." She was a knockout, tall with reddish brown hair, falling in lush curls past her shoulders and brushing the tops of full breasts that were crowned with stiff nipples puckering her thin blue T-shirt. Bared by her white shorts, her long legs seemed to stretch on for days. And she too seemed to be braless. Her impressive pair swayed freely as she smiled, her brown eyes warm as she met my glance. "Hello, Bill." I nodded toward her and felt my face start to flush as she too dropped her gaze below my waist, still smiling. Finished with her introductions, Ms. Morris motioned toward the posing platform. "Let's get started then. Bill, if you'll step up onto the stage. We have a lot of ground to cover today." Turning my back to the class, I climbed up the two steps onto the platform and fingered the belt around my waist. I took another deep breath and turned back to face them. All five girls seemed to be focused on the wobbling tent in my robe. The petite brunette continued. "Class, our model today is quite well endowed. And I've chosen a posing suit that enhances and accentuates his rather large male appendage. But, while I understand that it may be difficult not to focus entirely on the outsized member he carries between his legs, I want you to draw his entire body. Yes, by all means, draw his penis. And if it becomes hard and erect, draw it that way. But make it a part of the whole." She turned to me. "Drop your robe, Bill." I let the belt fall open and the thin robe slide down off my shoulders and arms. As I turned to toss it aside, over the back of the folding chair, I felt my distended cock sway heavily before me. When I faced the class, all eyes zeroed between my thighs, studying the tiny posing suit, the elongated sheath filled with my expanding log. "We'll take a simple standing pose to start. Bill, assume the position." Without hesitation, I shuffled my feet apart, clasped my hands on top of my head and tilted my hips, causing the protruding sheath to bob up and down. Mounting the platform, the petite instructor walked up beside me and began to run her fingertips lightly over my shoulders. "Class, please begin drawing while I enumerate our model's attributes. As you see, he has broad, well-defined shoulders. And unlike most body builders, his arms are lean and muscular without being bulky." After lightly caressing my biceps, she let her fingers trail across my upper torso, cupping the pronounced chest muscles, and tweaking my nipples as she spoke. "His pectoral muscles exhibit that same lean muscularity as his arms. Small pale nipples, easily aroused and nearly as sensitive as a woman's crown his sharply defined chest." I caught my breath as she continued to play with me, using both hands to tease and twist the nubs, pulling them firmly out away from my chest before letting go. Grinning at me, she used both hands to stroke the top of my abdomen, tracing the ridges of my stomachs. I exhaled as she moved lower, slowly edging toward my jutting pole, which was now almost fully erect inside the shiny display suit. "Notice the sharp delineation of his abdominals, what is often characterized as a six pack." The girls were now sketching furiously, studying my exposed body as the slim instructor kept one hand lightly massaging my stomach while she slid around to my back. With her head peeking around my body, she pressed her torso against my back, her fiercely erect nipples poking into my skin. Sliding the palms of her hands down the front of my thighs, she continued as she deftly skirting the tiny elastic straps that held my posing pouch in place. "As you can also see, he has long, well-defined quad muscles in his thighs." Raking her nails along the skin, she scraped the outside of my legs, and then slid back down, moving to the inside of my spread thighs, rubbing my hanging balls with the backs of her hands. When she made another pass up and down, she squeezed her wrists together so that she brushed the distended sheath of my display suit, causing my swollen shaft to bob up and down once more. I was afraid she was going to stroke my stiffened rod through the extended sheath right in front of the class. Instead, she stopped, staring down at my protruding log. Now completely erect, my hard-on stretched the capacity of the white spandex, twitching and quivering under the direct scrutiny. "Now that we've examined the front of our model's body, we'll take the opportunity to inspect his back side. Bill, please turn around and we'll switch to a back pose." There was a collective groan as she stepped backwards so I could obey. Effectively shielding my towering erection from the students, I turned upstage with the rigid sheath swinging freely. Picking up a baseball bat from the platform, she grinned as she handed it to me. "Spread your feet apart, a little wider. Good, now shift your weight and lean into your right hip. That's it. Now, take the bat and put it behind your head, and drape both of your arms over it. Just let your hands dangle. Excellent!" Ms. Morris arranged some of the theatrical lights that were on the stage so that they lit me up. Since my back muscles were bunched together in the pose she had orchestrated, I suspected that the view was fascinating, accentuated by the side lighting. Stepping around my side, the brunette continued the commentary. "As you can see, our model has very well defined back muscles, so concentrate on capturing those contours. Edging closer, she let her hand play across my flexed back to draw attention to the area she described. As her fingers drifted lower, I saw her wet her lips before she spoke again. "Notice too how the shift in his weight draws our eyes to his muscular legs. And especially to his tight butt. Be sure to depict the round firmness of his gluteus maximus, and give your drawing the true depth of the valley between his ass cheeks that it deserves." Grabbing one ass cheek, she vigorously squeezed and kneaded it, pulling it so far to the side as to expose the white strap bisecting my buttocks, as well as my puckered hole. I thought she was going to start to finger me there, but she didn't, releasing me and stroking the backs of my upper thighs instead. "Now that you don't have the distraction of seeing the large bulge in his posing pouch, you can concentrate on drawing his other muscles. I shivered as her fingertips trailed across my skin, slipping lower down my left leg until she tickled the back of my knee. Grasping my calf, she squeezed as she continued. '"Don't forget the well-defined gastrocnemius, here below his knee." After stroking up and down the back of each calf, she straightened up and glanced down at the lump in my posing pouch, quivering as it stuck out from between my legs. "Girls, continue working on this pose while I prepare our model for the next one." Finished with her instructions, she stepped upstage directly in front of me, using my body to shield her activity from her students. Gazing down at the trembling sheath, she smiled and let her fingertips trail across my stomach, coming ever closer to the tiny pouch straining to contain my raging hard-on. Her voice was a whisper. "I want to make sure that this big dick of yours stays is totally erect." Without ever looking up at me, she held the palm of one hand flat against my lower abdomen, holding me still and framing the swollen suit while using her fingernails of her other hand to scrape the sides of the straining cocksheath as it extended out in front of me. I shivered, and she slapped my stomach, sharp enough to get my attention, but not loud enough for the students to hear. "Don't move." I struggled to obey as she continued to play with me, sliding those sharp fingernails carefully around the prominent ridge that crowned my bulb. Panting, I tried to keep my protruding pole from jerking and twitching under her delicate touch. Without success. "You seem to be having trouble controlling yourself, Bill. Maybe this will help." Taking her hand away from my lower abdomen, she deliberately wrapped it around the base of my stalk, squeezing me firmly through shiny cloth. I gasped, and this time I was sure it was loud enough for the girls to hear. Her words were a hiss. "Now be still." Trying not to squirm as she gripped my throbbing shaft, I watched her play with the engorged cockhead, smoothing her fingertips over the tautly stretched material, fingering the rim, even pressing the tip of her red fingernail into the indentation caused by the gaping cavity at the tip. As she began to squeeze and stroke my spandex-encased rod, it was exceedingly difficult not to match her slowly increasing rhythm. So I started to pump my hips against her fist. I was beginning to pant as she abandoned my swollen knob and wrapped her second hand around my pulsing stalk. Her squeezes escalated until she was jacking up and down as much as the tight material allowed. "I had heard that you generate a lot of lubricating fluid. It appears that they were correct." I glanced down to see that the end of the white sheath had turned translucent, soaked by the clear liquid streaming out of my cockslit. The dark red of the rounded bulb was clearly visible. "Ms. Morris, can you hold him still? He keeps moving around." We both froze, her fists tightly gripping my pulsing shaft, her eyes focused on the glistening tip of the sheath. She cleared her throat. "He's moving?" "Yeah, his hips are kind of wiggling around. A second voice chimed in. "And he keeps flexing his butt." "Okay. Thanks for letting me know, girls. I see if I can hold him still." Finally glancing up at me, she grinned as she whispered. "This is a good exercise for you, Bill. Don't move." With her bright blue eyes locked on mine, she started to pump my thickened log once more, slowly, deliberately, using a double fisted grip to stroke me from the base all the way to the bloated knob, the shiny cloth straining under the pressure of my raging erection. I gritted my teeth, but I didn't move. Seeing the effort I was putting into remaining immobile, her smile grew wider. "Much better." Looking past me over my shoulder, she asked the class. "Is that better? Since there was no reply, I assumed that my attempt at remaining stationary was successful. She continued to post up and down on my drooling hard-on, pulling the spandex as far as possible. First, the little brunette watched my eyes as she jacked me, and then she dropped her gaze to study my twitching cockhead. WVC Ch. 21:The Adv Drawing Class #1 After only a few minutes, I was right on the edge of a huge climax, my breath shallow and ragged. Then she stopped, suddenly releasing the soaking wet sheath, letting it jerk and quiver as it jutted out in front of me. Resting her hand on my shoulder, she stepped around my side to face the class. "We'll have few more minutes of our model in this standing pose." With an affectionate squeeze, she hopped down from the platform to circulate among the students, offering a comment here, an encouragement there. Gradually, my breathing slowed and I came back down. But not my cock. Sneaking a peek down to my crotch, l saw that it remained adamantly erect. "Class, please wrap up your sketches so we can move onto the next position." The students hurried to complete their work as Ms. Morris climbed back up onto the stage, glancing down at my distended sheath as she strolled to the back wall. As they finished, the petite teacher hauled a bar stool to the front of the platform, setting it down beside me. "Next, we'll have our model sit for a longer pose." Taking the baseball bay from my hands, she me a moment to stretch before issuing her instructions. Still facing away from the students, I bent over and rounded my shoulders, reversing the position I'd been holding and trying to relieve the tightness. Twisting, and moving my torso from side to side caused my projecting sheath to swing wildly while she watched closely. "Now, please mount the stool - With a deep breath, I turned to face the class, avoiding eye contact as I tried to minimize the sway of my hard-on. I heard a couple of the girls catch their breath when my crotch came into view. Still facing the students, I climbed up onto the padded seat and turned to Ms. Morris for further instructions. Smiling, her piercing blue eyes glittered as she nodded. "Let's go with a more relaxed pose this time." With my stiff cock standing straight up between my thighs, I suspected that I wouldn't appear very relaxed. "Place your right foot on the lowest rung of the stool. Bend your left leg and put your foot on the top rung. No, open your legs wider and hook your foot on the other side. Here.' Stepping forward, the blue eyed brunette manually placed my foot on the uppermost rung on the outside of the leg of the stool, spreading my knees apart so that the bulging pouch was on full display. "Excellent! Now lean over and put your left elbow on your knee. And rest your other hand on your right thigh." As I followed her directions, I found myself gazing down at my crotch, the single eye my engorged cockhead staring back at me through the translucent cloth. I tried to control my erratic breathing, but there was nothing to be done about the rhythmic pulsing that caused my upright pole to throb and twitch. "Well, most of you looks relaxed anyway." Ms. Morris' comment drew a giggle from one of the girls, and I felt another flush come across my face. "This will be a longer pose girls, so take your time and work on the details." Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as she dismounted the raised platform. Hopping off the stage caused her breasts to bob up and down beneath the thin blouse, and more blood surged into my raging erection, causing it to shudder. Another giggle came from one of the girls, but with my head down, I couldn't tell who. As she made her way around the room, pausing with each student, the attractive instructor took more time than she had before. The minutes ticked by and my stiff cock began to soften. Staring down at my crotch as it slowly receded, I was surprised. Usually, it remained firmly erect, but I guessed that the hunched position she had me in wasn't conducive to remaining rigid. Either that, or I needed some visual stimulation, not just gazing at my wilting erection. Or maybe it was because I had my balls emptied three times last weekend. At any rate, the petite instructor was so busy with helping the class, she never noticed. But the girls did. "Ms. Morris, he moved." "What do you mean, he moved?" From my left, another voice chimed in. "His dick got soft." That set off a round of hysterical giggles. As I felt the heat of a flush spread across my face, I didn't look up. I stayed focused between my open thighs, watching my now flaccid log twitch feebly as it pointed down toward the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her come to front of the room, right to the edge of the small stage. "When I asked for a relaxed pose, I guess our model took it literally. Let's take our ten minute break." When I stood up and began to stretch, she crooked her finger at me. "You come with me. Get your robe." I barely had enough time to throw it around my shoulders as she led the way back to the tiny changing room. With my heavy cock flopping loosely between my thighs, I hurried after her, still feeling the blush on my cheeks. Once I squeezed past her, she shut the door and turned to me. I was relieved to see that she wasn't angry, but she did have a strange glint in her eye. "Put on the harness. You'll wear that for the rest of the class." I nodded, feeling the heat of my blush travel down my neck as I pulled it from the pocket of my pants. The room was so small that I had to bend sideways to keep from bumping her. As I straightened up, I hesitated, thinking she would leave so I could pull it on. When she spoke, there was more than a hint of annoyance in her voice. "What are you waiting for?" Without a word, I took a deep breath and peeled the damp sheath off my flaccid log. It was much easier than stretching it on at the beginning of class. Once my shaft swung free, I reached into the basket of the G-string to cup my balls, lifting them up and out. After yanking the thin straps down my thighs, I bent at the waist slightly sideways and carefully slid the shiny metal ring down the still thickened shaft until it was snug against my ball sac. After looping the thin black leather all the way around both my cock and balls, I cautiously arranged the vertical piece that separated my balls before cinching the strap tight. Immediately, the close-fitting leather and metal harness had the desired effect. As the blood flow was trapped by the restraint, my cock started to lengthen and grow thicker, stretching down toward the floor, and then up and out, twitching and jerking higher until it was parallel to the floor, only inches from her slim body. She nodded in approval. "Excellent! Now the suit. With my newly revived hard-on waving proudly before me, I pulled the elastic straps up my thighs and started to work the moist material of the sheath over the engorged bulb. Once that was complete, I slid the tight spandex down my swollen stalk. The shiny white cloth was snug, even tighter than before, squeezing my stiffened rod almost as effectively as a pair of hands. As it tried to twitch higher and point up toward her pretty face, she beamed, studying the jerky ascent. "Oh yes. This is a much better." Abruptly, she reached out and slid her hand along the quivering stalk. I caught my breath as I watched her fingers play up and down the length of the shiny sheath. "This G-string is nearly sheer now, and when this big dick of yours starts to leak, I'm sure it will become completely transparent." We were silent for a few moments, both watching her fingers trace the thick veins bulging on the sides off my shaft before they circled the prominent ridge that crowned my swollen bulb. "Shouldn't you assume the position, Bill?" "Yes Ms. Morris." Shuffling my feet apart, I followed her instructions without any hesitation. As I tilted my hips, the little brunette kept her fingertips active on my throbbing hard-on, teasing the straining bulb, tracing the deep cleft on the underside and finally dipping into the hole at the tip, pressing the thin material down into the darkened crevice. I shivered as she continued to caress me. "Does this feel good?" "Yes Ms. Morris." "Please, Bill, call me 'Terri'. I think you can call me by my first name, especially while I'm playing with this big dick of yours." "Yes Ma'am, - Terri." "That's better." While swirling her fingers around my engorged cockhead, she reached between my spread thighs to cup my bulging balls in the palm of her other hand. "I really like this harness. It displays your balls very nicely, splitting them apart and lifting them high. Almost like they're being offered up for inspection." I didn't know how to respond. She kept playing with them, running the tips of her fingers across the taut surface, tickling my skin through the spandex. I swallowed before I spoke. "Thank you." "You're welcome." Abandoning my balls, she wrapped both hands around the base of my thickened pole and squeezed. Slowly, deliberately, she ran her fists up the full length of my hard-on and back down, stretching the cloth and pulling it tight against the gaping hole at the very tip. And then she let go, studying the way it trembled as it jutted out from between my thighs. "It think you're ready. Get your robe." Nodding, I grabbed the pink silk as she waited for me. Once I had it wrapped around my waist, she threw the door open wide and strode out into the class room. The girls were watching as we emerged from the tiny room. I guess we had taken a bit longer than the normal ten minute break. Arching one full eyebrow, the stunning redhead asked. "Everything all right, Ms. Morris?" With a light flush to her face, the brunette teacher replied just as I started climb up onto the platform. "Of course, Kendall. Why do you ask?" The tall redhead started to reply but the slim blonde with the pony tail and the medium sized breasts responded first. "She was worried that you were making sure that he wouldn't get hard again." The rest of the girls snickered as her full breasted friend continued. "Yeah, by taking all of the starch out of his big cock!" That sent them into gales of laughter while the redhead glared at the two blondes. Smiling, Ms. Morris - Terri motioned me to get up on the stage as the laughter faded into nervous giggles. "Girls, actually it was quite the opposite." That quickly silenced the students as I mounted the low platform, clutching the ridiculous pink robe and trying to keep my swollen cock from swinging too wildly. With an evil glint in her blue eyes, she twirled her finger signaling me to turn around and face the class. "As you so astutely pointed out, our model had some difficulty in maintaining a motionless pose earlier. I've helped him don a restraint which should solve that problem." Fingering the robe, I swallowed, knowing what was coming next. "Bill, please drop your robe so the students can she what I mean, and we can get started." Feeling the heat on my face, I nodded and let the robe slip from my shoulders, slide down my arms and pool onto the stage at my feet. As the class gasped, the art professor hopped onto the platform beside me. "Omigod!" With my face now blazing, I tried to avoid making eye contact with the wide eyed students, which wasn't a problem since no one was looking above my shoulders anyway. "He's going to stay like that for the rest of the class?" The tall black haired girl with the smallish breasts couldn't believe it. "Yes, Nicole. By wearing the restraint that I mentioned earlier, he should be able to maintain this position." "Wow!" Bending over, the pony tailed blonde who'd made the snarky comments peered between my legs, staring below my protruding sheath. "Is that what he's wearing under the suit?" Grinning, Terri nodded at me. "Assume the position." The flush crept down my neck as I clasped my hands on top of my head and shuffled my feet well apart, which sent my bloated rod bouncing wildly. The other girls joined Nicole in examining my exposed crotch. "It's a genital restraint, a cock and ball harness. It may be difficult to see through the shiny material of his posing pouch, but I think you can make it out." The girls crowded the front of the platform. The chesty blonde in the red t-shirt was so close that I could feel her warm breath wash across my trembling cockhead. "Can't we just take the suit off? That way we could see him better." I held my breath to see what the brunette teacher would say. Her bright blue eyes flicked up to meet mine before dropping back down to my twitching sheath. She had a sly smile on her face. "Not today, Tracy. Maybe next time." She pouted, but the other students edged closer as Terri picked up where she had stopped. "There is a metal ring around the base of our model's dick that keeps him hard and erect. There's also leather band that's cinched tight all the way around his ball sac, as well as a single strap that splits his balls apart. The harness pulls his entire genital package out away from his lower abdomen and puts him on display. I think it makes for a much better pose to draw. Wouldn't you agree?" From the murmured assent, I gathered that they did. My rampant hard-on quivered under the intense scrutiny, and I could feel the warm glow spreading across my shoulders. "Now, let's get started drawing," Reluctantly, the six girls returned to their easels as the black haired instructor brought the stool back to the front of the stage. "For the second half of the class, we'll start by having our model take another long pose." I started to sit down, but she shook her head. "We'll have you seated later." Retrieving the bat, Terri grinned as she thrust it toward me. "Here, take the bat and swing it up over your right shoulder. That's it, like a baseball player waiting his turn. And hold it with both hands. Good, now put your left foot up onto the second rung of the stool and lean over. Now, move your other foot back a bit so you spread your thighs apart. A little more. That's perfect!" The pose reminded me of a baseball layer waiting on the top step of the dugout, ready to approach home plate. Only instead of a tight, double knit baseball uniform, I wore a tiny G-string with a protruding sheath that hugged my stiff cock. Glancing down, I saw that in the space between my parted thighs, the tip of my quivering pole was nearly touching the edge of the seat. When I heard the classroom door swing open, I looked up in alarm. I thought that it was locked. Meredith Reynolds slipped into the back of the classroom. "Ah, Meredith. You're just in time." Hopping down from the platform, Ms. Morris hurried to greet her, giving the curvaceous brunette an unusually warm embrace. They chatted for a moment before they both strolled toward the front of the class, arm in arm. Like her colleague, Meredith wore shorts that revealed shapely legs. But unlike her friend, the intermediate drawing instructor wore a loose blouse in a dark green that concealed the full curves of her chest. "Class, for those of you who don't know her, this is Ms. Reynolds, the art professor who first discovered our model for today." Characteristically, she blushed at the public recognition, obviously embarrassed by the chorus of "thank you". As she drew closer to the front of the stage, her green eyes sparkled as she met my gaze, and then slowly lowered them to examine my swollen pouch. She looked like she was going to get up on stage with me, but she stopped and stood there between Kendall, the stunning redhead, and one of the two blonde twins, watching. Instead, it was Terri who mounted the platform and halted just beside me. "She's here to observe our class today, so let's continue." Moving around me, the petite brunette let her right hand slide across my shoulder, her fingertips lightly teasing my skin. I could feel goose bumps rising as she continued. "Now students, notice that the positioning of his arms and the slight twist of his torso gives definition to his already muscular frame. See how this brings clarity to his shoulders and his upper chest." Running her hands over the parts of my body as she described them, she slid her mischievous fingers under my raised arm to cup my right pectoral muscle. She was close enough that I could feel the heat from her body. I shivered as her fingertips slipped lower, tracing the taut muscles of my stomach. "Observe too how the curve of his torso brings out the ridges of his abdominals." As Terri's hand drifted still lower, I caught my breath. Behind her glasses, Meredith's green eyes grew wide as she watched the deliberate fingers slither down my body toward my crotch and the miniscule G-string. Was she going to fondle my stiff cock in front of the class? But she didn't. Instead, she let her hands glide onto my upper thighs, squeezing them as she continued speaking. "The wide separation of his legs creates an arresting sense of negative space, and accentuates the thrust of his rather large, obviously aroused dick." At her words, my raging hard-on throbbed higher. I could feel it bob up and down as her fingertips grazed the taut elastic waistband of my suit. Standing right in front of me, Ms. Reynolds wet her lips as she stared between my thighs. "Class, please continue with your drawings." Abruptly, she pulled her hand away and stepped back, leaving me alone at the front of the platform with my rigid sheath quivering. Without a backward glance, she dismounted the stage and started to circulate around the class, again offering comments on each student's work. And this time, my erection didn't fade as she moved from easel to easel. With the harness cinched tight and Ms. Reynolds gazing eagerly at my swollen crotch, I had no trouble staying hard and erect. As the whispered conversations and the scratching on the paper continued, I was reluctant to make eye contact any of the girls. It seemed safer to watch Ms. Reynolds watch me. That is, until Ms. Morris pulled her friend into a discussion that grew quite animated. After a couple of minutes, the advanced drawing instructor strolled back to the front of the class, leaving Meredith deep in thought. Stepping up onto the stage, the petite brunette gently took the bat out of my hands. "For the final pose today, we'll have our model on the stool in a three quarter profile." As she set it aside, she spun her wrist, indicating that should come around to the other side of the stool. With the shiny sheath swaying before me, thick and heavy, I began to sit down. "No, turn a little toward me. I want you to display more of a profile to the students." Pivoting on top of the stool, I followed her directions, my stiff pole sticking straight up between my thighs. "Rest your left foot on the lowest rung while you plant the other firmly on the floor. Now turn your head this way." Motioning upstage, Ms. Morris had my twist my face away from the students so that I couldn't see any of them. Stepping closer, she nudged my right foot so that my legs spread farther apart and my thighs were wide open to the class. "Slide your hips forward until they're almost off the edge. Good. Now, reach behind your hips with both hands so that you're supporting yourself on the stool. Excellent! Now, let your head drop back, just relax your neck and arch your back. That's it. Now, push your hips forward, just a little more. Perfect! Now hold that pose." Terri had coaxed me into a pose that emphasized the outward thrust of my bloated rod, tightly bound by the cock and ball harness beneath the shiny spandex. "Girls, if you'll bring your easels closer to the platform, we can begin." I didn't think the students could get any closer, but they tried. With my head turned away, I could see nothing as they approached, but I could hear them dragging their easels across the floor. As they settled into place, I felt Terri edge next to me. Lightly, she begin to run her fingers back and forth across my shoulders, teasing me as she directed the students. WVC Ch. 21:The Adv Drawing Class #1 "With this pose, the immediate tendency is to focus on our model's impressive dick." With my face beet red, there was an embarrassed giggle from one of the girls. "And yet, I want you to go further. Notice the tension in his arms, the muscles bulging as he rests his weight on his hands." I shivered as she let her fingertips trail down my right triceps, the one nearest the front of the platform, emphasizing the exact area she was describing. With her other hand, the art instructor started to caress the back of my neck, ruffling my hair. "Pay attention to the details. Make certain that you give weight to his hair." Moving closer until she was right behind me, out of sight of her students, she teasingly rubbed the sharp points of her erect nipples across my shoulders. My protruding log bounced up and down in appreciation, causing a small gasp from one of the unseen students. Reaching over my shoulder, Terri slid her fingers down my chest, pausing to cup my left pectoral muscle, squeezing lightly, massaging it, and then moving the firm flesh in a large circle. My cock was throbbing as she started to finger my nipple, now nearly as excited as my upright log. "Observe how responsive his nipples are, how hard and stiff they've become." She was right. I could feel both of them pulsing urgently as she continued to fondle my chest. The only sound could hear besides my heavy breathing was the scratching on the paper from the students. "Take care to include these sharp buttons as you draw his well-developed pectoral muscles." Sliding around to my side, the art teacher pressed against my left thigh as she reached up to capture my eager bud between her thumb and forefinger. I caught my breath as she pinched, hard. Panting, I tried to stay still, resisting the urge to squirm under the relentless pressure as she stretched across my torso with her other hand and to catch my right nipple as well, twisting and turning them back and forth. But when she roughly pulled them out away from my body, I couldn't help it. I gasped out loud. "Yes, be sure to capture his nipples in their current aroused state." Abruptly, she stopped, leaving both hands lightly resting on my chest. As I sat there panting, she slowly let her fingers slide down the center of my torso, lightly caressing my heaving abdomen. "Don't forget to depict the distinct structure of his marvelously firm stomach, the rigid curves and the deep indentations. A different angle and a changed pose create an alternate viewpoint." I held my breath as she moved lower still, her feathery touch gliding onto my smooth pubic mound, brushing the taut elastic waistband of my tiny posing strap. I thought she was going to start fondling me though the G-string, but instead, she veered onto my thighs, gripping one in each hand and squeezing. "We've already discussed his remarkable thighs, now splayed apart and so relaxed." The brunette began to stroke my thighs, starting on the top and gradually working toward the inside, pulling my knees farther apart with each pass and edging ever closer to my quivering hard-on. The underside of her right forearm brushed across the upper curve of my engorged cockhead as it strained against the spandex sheath, and I jumped, sending it bobbing wildly between my legs. "Oh my! It appear that our model's dick has begun to leak." "Ms. Morris, he's been leaking for a while." "Yeah, look at how clearly you can see his big dick through the cloth." From the warm air washing over the tip of my trembling bulb, I knew that the petite instructor was leaning closer to investigate. I tried to stay calm, but I could feel the sheath twitching under the intense scrutiny. "Lilianne, you are absolutely right." Terri had stopped with the palms of both hands flat against the inside of my spread thighs, very near my pair of tightly bound balls as they bulged inside the straining pouch. Slowly, she began to stroke, lightly rubbing skin of my inner thighs, gradually moving higher until the backs of her hands jostled my balls, causing my towering erection bob up and down. "Earlier, as I reviewed the extraordinary attributes of our model for you, I left two things out. One is his facial features, quite striking with high cheekbones, a square jaw line and his sharply defined nose. But since he has his head turned, we are not going to concentrate on the fine bone structure of his face." She paused as she lifted her hands from between my open thighs, brushing the bloated knob as she withdrew. I exhaled, not realizing that I'd been holding my breath. "Instead, we're going to draw his other outstanding feature." Totally unprepared for her next move, I jumped as she curled both hands around the base of my rigid stalk. "This. His oversized, and very excited penis." In the silence that followed, I was astounded to hear the pencils scratching across the papered. The girls were still working. "As Lilianne pointed out, a copious amount of lubricating fluid has seeped out from the tip of our model's impressive erection, soaking the thin white cloth and making his brief G-string almost superfluous." Imperceptibly at first, the black haired teacher began to squeeze, a rhythmic action that forced even more blood into my raging hard-on. "For instance, we can all see just how dark red, almost purple, the swollen head of his dick actually is. And the prominent ridge that circles his corona is noticeably visible." Keeping one fist firmly gripping my rigid pole, she trailed the fingertips of her other hand all around the sensitive rim as she underlined her description. I shivered as she captured my quivering cockhead, lightly circling the engorged bulb just behind the ridge with her thumb and forefinger, squeezing me gently. "And now, we can now see exactly how much bigger the head is when compared to thickness of his shaft." "Yeah, and how much space there is between your hands." I couldn't identify the voice, but the comment brought more nervous snickering. "That's true, Kendall. Our model is exceptionally well endowed." So it was the gorgeous redhead with the clever remark. By this point, I was sure no one was paying attention to my position above my waist, so I slowly raised my head to watch. All of the students had stopped drawing, standing beside their easels and watching wide eyed as Ms. Morris played with my up swollen cock through the damp material. Gripping the base of my thickened shaft with one fist while the other was tight just below the purplish bulb, the brunette teacher slowly started to squeeze and stroke, squeeze and stroke. Both hands at opposite ends of my pulsing log, moved together as she coaxed clear liquid from the slit at the very tip. "By producing such an abundant amount of fluid, he provides the means to reveal the most intimate details of his oversized genitalia." Terri's squeezes grew more pronounced until she was openly jacking my throbbing pole, short firm strokes that pressed the spandex across the top of my bulging knob. The taut cloth separated the lips of my cockhole, forcing it to spread wide as more drops oozed out, soaking the white material. "Now that he has leaked enough to make the end of his sheath translucent, we can see just how large his urethra is." Maintaining her steady pace, the short instructor leaned over for a closer look. "Oh my! He does have an exceptionally big slit." The girls crowded closer, eager to get their own view of my gaping hole. Terri obliged, holding me up so each coed got a good look. I was surprised to see Ms. Reynolds hanging back, almost like she was embarrassed by the blatant display her follow teacher was making of me. "Well, let's make good use of all this lubricating fluid he's producing." Halting the regular strokes, Ms. Morris tightened her grip around the base of my bloated stalk, holding it firm and upright as she flattened her other hand. Pressing the open palm against the end of the rounded bulb, she rotated her wrist, twisting it back and forth, smearing the seeping liquid across the shiny material. As I gasped at the pressure she was applying, she smiled. "It won't be long until every feature of this big dick will be completely visible, and you students will be able to draw him down to the smallest detail." With her fist wrapped around the base of my hard-on, Terri resumed those short, compact stokes up and down the lower half of my inflated shaft. With her other hand, she kept spreading the clear fluid over my engorged cockhead, smoothing the moisture with her fingertips until the end of the sheath was completely drenched. "Good. Now that we can see all of this lovely head -" Without completing her sentence, she began to take the excess liquid and smear it along the sides of my pulsing stalk, coating the white cloth and turning it as sheer as the tip. Her fingertips fluttered up and down as they traced the thick veins lining my shaft, clearly outlined beneath the snug sheath, bulging with blood. As she worked the slippery fluid into the material, she kept jacking me. "Just a little more liquid and these marvelous thick veins will be visible all the way down to his balls." Her jacking hand grew more vigorous, jerking the already taut cloth tighter across the rounded knob with each firm stroke. Panting heavily, I winced as the sheer material cut into the gaping crevice, splitting the open lips of my cockslit even farther apart. "There, I think that's as wet as he's going to get.' Leaning back to admire her handiwork, Terri kept her fist tight around the base of my stalk, pressed snugly against my bound balls. Every little detail of my towering hard-on was perfectly visible, the deep purple bulb shiny with lubrication, the dark hole oozing with fluid at the tip, the reddened pole quivering in the instructor's firm grasp, the heavy veins pulsing urgently as they lined the sides of my cockshaft. And even though I couldn't see them nestled between my thighs, I suspected that my bloated balls were just as obvious, lifted and displayed by the leather harness. "Much better. Now we can see every single feature of this big dick." Holding me steady, pointing up toward the ceiling, she squeezed once, twice, three times forcing more blood into my throbbing log. And then she let go. Released from her grip, my stiff cock bounced off my lower abdomen, bobbing wildly while my tightly restrained balls barely moved. The silence stretched longer as the students studied my twitching hard-on through the transparent G-string. "Girls, we don't have much time left. Let's spend our last minutes capturing the energetic essence of our model's excited dick." With their eyes wide, they filtered back to their easels, and soon the silence was filled with pencils scratching on paper as they drew my throbbing hard-on. Terri made her way around the room, offering quiet comments to each student. But Ms. Reynolds didn't move, glued to her spot in the small semicircle, staring openly between my legs. And although I tried to remain still, the extremely aroused state of my cock made it hopeless. It jerked and quivered, throbbing eagerly under the intense examination from the class. "Ms. Morris, it's really hard to draw him when his big dick keeps moving around like that." The petite instructor left the pudgy blonde and came down to the front of the platform, staring intently at my trembling rod. "I see what you mean, Tracy." Briefly, her piercing blue eyes flicked up to meet mine before she dropped them back down between my open thighs. "Bill, hold your dick still." I just stared at her. "Are you right handed?" Dumbfounded, I nodded. "Then take your right hand and put around your dick>" Silently, I obeyed. Shifting my weight on the stool so I could free my right hand, I gingerly circled the shaft just below the engorged bulb. Behind her glasses, Meredith's eyes grew wide. I'd never touched myself in her class. "No, not there. Hold your dick lower, next to your balls. Hold it up for everyone to see, like you're showing it off, displaying it to us so we can all see how big and full it is." A deep flush suffused my face as I slid my fist down the swollen stalk until I gripped the base. She nodded approvingly as I pointed the glistening knob up toward the ceiling, holding it high and steady. "That looks so natural, you presenting your stiff dick like this. I looks like you've had lots of practice." My skin felt hot as the blush crept down my neck. Her words made my cock throb, and I had to clench it tighter to keep from it shuddering. With her green eyes fastened between my thighs, Ms. Reynolds never moved, except to moisten her lips. The girls kept sketching as Terri checked her watch. "Two minutes.' Working furiously, the students tried complete their drawings as the black haired teacher made her last rounds. I was surprised to notice how excited she was. Her firm nipples poked eagerly through the thin cotton of her blouse. Finally, she called a halt. "Times up, girls. Put your materials away." Releasing the iron grip I had on my cock, I stood up and stretched before reaching for the ridiculous pink robe. The tall brunette with the slender figure caught my eye and winked. "Ms. Morris, can we have this model return to pose for us again?" One of the look-a-like blondes giggled while the other gave the speaker a friendly shove. "Nicole, you just like him 'cause he's got a big cock." That brought outright laughter as I felt another quick wave of embarrassment flash across my face. With my jutting cock swaying back and forth in front of me, I quickly wrapped the silky material around my waist, futilely trying to conceal my hard-on. "That's enough, Tracy. While we may appreciate our model's well-endowed genitalia, we should also be considerate of his feelings." That brought some murmuring but no audible retorts. As I started to step down from the stage, I realized that although she had lowered her gaze, Meredith had barely moved. Reaching the floor, I also noticed that there was a distinct flush to her own cheeks. Gathering up their books and back packs, the students began to filter out of the room as I turned toward the changing room. The black haired teacher stopped me. "You don't have to hurry off, do you Bill?" There was a twinkle in her blue eyes. Uh no, Ma'am." "Then wait a bit. I think Meredith has something to say." Her cheeks grew redder but the other art instructor didn't move. Terri accompanied the last girl to the door and locked it, returning to join us near the front of the raised platform. "Nicole wasn't the only one who'd like to have return for another class. Would you like pose for us again?" "Yes Ma'am. I think I'd like that." Dropping her gaze to the tent in the front of my pink robe, she grinned. My cock was still partially erect, jutting out toward the two women, bobbing beneath the silky cloth. "So I see.' Abruptly, she reached down and curled one hand around my distended shaft. I gasped as she grinned at me, holding my gaze as she started to squeeze me through the pink material. Meredith licked her lips as she watched those squeezes grow bigger until the small brunette was openly jacking me, short vigorous strokes that soon had me gasping. Just as brusquely as she grabbed me, Terri let go, causing my abandoned hard-on to bounce enthusiastically. "Get rid of the robe, Bill" Swallowing, I followed her directions, shrugging the thin silk off my shoulders until it pooled around my feet. Spreading my feet apart, I clasped my hands on top of my head my feet and assumed the position, offering my bulging suit up to the attentive women. "After the last time you posed for her class, Meredith came to me. She was worried that she'd overstepped the appropriate boundaries of a teacher and her model when she touched you." I caught my breath as Ms. Morris closed her fist around the base of the now fully exposed and completely transparent sheath. She resumed her sharp, quick strokes, forcing more blood into my throbbing log. "I know she discussed it with you, and despite your reassurances, she needed more. So I suggested that she audit our class today." Hampered by the restrictive cloth covering my protruding pole, her rhythmic pumping stretched the wet spandex across the top of my bulging cockhead, tugging the shiny material the cotton into the gaping crevice at the tip. "She needed to see me touch you, to watch while I handled your dick. She needed to know that it's all right for a female instructor to play with you like this." While continuing to jerk me off with one hand, the blue eyed brunette used the other to cover my quivering bulb, cupping her palm over the rounded end, now a dark reddish purple. I kept leaking, the clear liquid oozing from the yawning cockslit. Ms. Reynolds licked her full lips, studying the way her friend was playing with me, with my drooling cock. "I think she wants to play with you now, although I suspect she may be a little shy."? Immediately, the chesty brunette colored, her cheeks flushing as she kept her eyes locked on Terri's hands. "Like many of the faculty, she's a graduate of Western Valley herself. When she attended, of course there were no men, so all of her sexual experience has been with other women. I don't think she'd never even seen a male penis until she saw yours." That made the redness in the cheeks of the busty brunette turn darker, giving her pretty face an appealing glow. "You didn't know that, did you Bill?" My breathing was growing ragged as I shook my head. Her relentless hands were driving me closer to a tremendous climax. She snorted as she kept posting up and down. "I didn't think so. You were too busy showing off, displaying this big dick of yours." Almost involuntarily, I began to thrust against her fist, shoving my dribbling hard-on deeper into the blue eyed woman's grasp. Noticing that I was starting to match her steady rhythm, Terri stopped, squeezing the base of my pulsing rod. Reaching between my thighs to caress my balls, she nodded. "Umm. I think he's getting close. Meredith, go sit on the edge of the platform. Spread your knees apart so he can stand in front of you." Like she was in a trance, the other art teacher obeyed, meekly following the instructions she'd been given, sitting down and shyly parting her thighs. Suddenly, she looked very young. "Come on Bill. Let's offer Meredith your big dick." Leading me by the grip she had on my rigid sheath, Ms. Morris pulled me to the front of the stage, angling my hips so that I slid between the seated woman's open legs. Without being told, I automatically resumed my position, hands on top of my head and feet well apart. Slowly, deliberately, the black haired teacher started to squeeze and pump again, drawing me to the edge of a mammoth orgasm. "What did you want to say to Bill, Meredith?" With a timid glance up to my face, the reddish haired woman swallowed, her beautiful hazel eyes wide. "Umm, I think you have a great body." Still maintaining her regular posting up and down the sopping wet sheath, Terri reached around my back. Snaking between my thighs, she gently cradled my tightly bound balls in the palm of her other hand. "And?" Taking a deep breath caused the substantial mounds of Ms. Reynolds' chest to heave beneath her dark green blouse. Shyly, she lowered her gaze, staring at the quivering head of my stiff cock as it strained against the sheer white cloth. Her voice was lower, softer as she spoke this time. "And you have a gorgeous penis." At those words, it surged higher in Terri's grasp, stretching up toward the sitting woman's face. My breath was coming short and shallow when she stopped, holding my engorged rod up for Meredith to examine, the oozing cockhead a rich, deep purple beneath transparent spandex. Leaning over to study the gaping hole at the very end, she was close enough so I could feel her hot breath wash over my taut skin. WVC Ch. 21:The Adv Drawing Class #1 "What else, Meredith?" "Umm." "Do you want to play with him? With his big dick?" Licking her lips once more, the glassy eyed brunette nodded, never raising her gaze from the protruding hard-on only inches from her face. Ms. Morris released me, taking her hands off my cock and balls, leaving my raging erection to bob urgently up and down. "Go ahead, Meredith." As she stood beside me, I felt the petite instructor slide one hand onto my bare ass, gently urging my hips forward until my twitching hard-on was until I was practically hitting Meredith in her nose. "Touch it." Taking a deep breath, Ms. Reynolds moved in slow motion, lifting her hand and letting her soft fingers glide onto the rounded surface off my trembling bulb. I shivered as her delicate fingertips caressed the taut skin, wet and shiny beneath the drenched sheath. Behind me, Terri began to explore my nearest ass cheek, lightly squeezing the rounded muscle and slipping her own fingers along the deep valley. "That's it. Play with him." Growing more confident, the seated teacher ran her fingers around the raised rim that circled my gleaming crown, pausing to dip the sharp edge of one fingernail into the yawing hole at the tip. I caught my breath as she pressed the sodden cloth inward, stretching lips of my slit ever wider. "Play with his dick all you want." Still using only one hand, Meredith let her teasing fingertips slide down the sides of my quivering shaft, tracing the bulging veins through the sopping wet material. As she reached the base, she delicately curled her thumb and forefinger around my throbbing log, unable to stretch all the way around. "He has a magnificent dick, doesn't he, Meredith?" The shapely brunette nodded, engrossed with her physical examination of my rampant erection. After releasing her grasp of my bloated pole, she ran her fingertip around the metal ring that nestled against my ball sac, bright and shiny even through the soaked material of the sheath. As Ms. Reynolds slid her hand back up my quivering pole to the swollen knob, she ran the pad of her thumb back and forth across the sensitive cleft on the underside. I caught my breath as she rubbed ever so lightly, prolonging the exquisite caress, teasing the rim of my cockhead. Moving directly behind me, Ms. Morris pressed the stiff points of excited nipples into my back as she leaned close to whisper in my ear. "Do you like this, Bill? Do you like having Meredith play with your hard dick?" My breath was coming quick and shallow as I nodded. The exploration that Terri was giving my butt gradually centered on my sphincter. As the inquisitive fingers brushed across my puckered hole, I shivered again and shuffled my feet slightly wider apart, giving her easier access to my nether region. "And do you like me playing with your ass?" Again, I nodded in silence. Cupping my left ass cheek, she squeezed and pulled it away from my right buttock as she circled the crinkled entrance between them with her fingertip. In my front, Meredith curved one hand over my engorged bulb, mashing her palm into the gaping eye while wrapping her other hand around the thickened shaft, just below the head. In my ear, Ms. Morris voice was a hiss. "I need you to say it out loud," My voice croaked as I answered. "Yes, Ma'am. I like it when you play with my ass." Her response was to jam her forefinger deep into my rectum. I grunted and lunged forward, driving my leaking cock farther into the other teacher's grasp. As the insistent finger started to twist and turn, spiraling in and out of my ass, Meredith began to pump me, short, deliberate strokes since the dripping wet cloth hampered her movement up and down my stiff rod. At the same time, she started to rotate her palm, twisting it back and forth, bearing down lightly on my open cockslit. Squish, squish - the sound of her jacking fist through the soggy spandex echoed off the walls of the silent classroom. Rubbing her rigid nipples across my back, Terri whispered. "So you wouldn't mind if Meredith she played with you like this during her next class?" I swallowed as she continued to ream me, stretching my hole to open wider. Squish, squish - "No Ma'am. I'd consider it a privilege." "You'll be totally nude. You won't be wearing anything like this flimsy G-string to hide you. Everyone will be able to see just how big and hard your dick really is." Pausing briefly, the petite brunette slipped a second finger into my sphincter, and immediately plunged both deep inside of me. I gasped, but managed to spit out a response. "Yes Ma'am, I realize that." Squish, squish, squish - With her fingers wedged into my rectum, Ms. Morris leaned around my torso to see what her friend was doing. Abandoning my bloated knob, the seated woman had wrapped both hands around the thick stalk and was pumping me in earnest. Terri watched for a moment before she spoke again, a smile in her voice. "You heard him, Meredith. He's given you permission to touch him, to fondle him, to play with his big dick in front of your whole class." Without lifting her gaze from the soaking wet cocksheath she held, Ms. Reynolds nodded, intent on milking as much lubricating fluid out of me as she could. "The students will be able to see all of you, every detail, including that beautiful purple cockhead." As she pulled her fingers out of my butt, the standing instructor reached between my open thighs and cradled my taut balls with her other hand. "And they'll examine your balls, tight and full, and brimming with your male milk." I was panting heavily, pumping my hips to coincide with Meredith's steady rhythm, shoving my drooling hard-on farther into her double fisted grip. My voice was hoarse as I replied. "Yes Ma'am. I know." With soft chuckle, Terri circled my restrained balls, gently but firmly pulling them down away from my torso before stabbing her fingers back into my ass. As she began a twisting corkscrew action in and out, she continued. "Yes, I believe you'd enjoy that, showing off your big dick, exhibiting yourself for everyone to see." I didn't answer, closing my eyes and totally giving myself over to two pairs of hands. It didn't take long until I was fast approaching the point of no return. My hip thrusts grew bigger, more frantic as I tried to accelerate, desperate to reach a climax. Abruptly, Ms. Morris yanked her fingers out of my rectum and tugged urgently on my balls. "I think we better stop. We don't need an accident now, do we, Meredith?" Still jacking my throbbing cock, the reddish haired brunette nodded. But she didn't stop. Without releasing her firm around my ball sac, Terri reached out to her friend and lightly rested a hand on her shoulder. That seemed to shake her out of her apparent trance, although when she looked up at me, there was a glazed look in her green eyes. She halted her rhythmic posting, leaving both fists still wrapped tightly around the pole jutting out from between my legs. Gently, almost tenderly, Ms. Morris peeled Meredith's hands off my hard-on, leaving it to jerk and twitch in the air, urgently trying to achieve release. "My goodness. You really are excited, aren't you?" My mumbled reply was lost when Terri gave me a sharp smack on my bare butt, while still squeezing my balls. I yelped and tried to avoid the second swat, dancing on my toes while she tugged down, keeping me in one spot. Gasping for air with my hands still perched on top of my head, I warily anticipated the third blow, which never came. Instead, the petite teacher kept her tight grip on my balls while reaching around my waist to run her fingers over the rounded bulb of my quivering cock, caressing the taut skin through the sheer spandex. "You really do have a gorgeous dick, Bill." Letting her feathery fingertips slid down the side of the pulsing shaft, she continued. "Meredith can't wait until the next time you pose for her class." Circling the base, she squeezed me. "Neither can I." Releasing her grip, she ran her fingers back up the throbbing pole, tracing the veins as they bulged along the sides. Meredith's voice was so small I nearly missed what she said. "I have seen one before, you know." With her fingers loosely curled around my dribbling hard-on, Ms. Morris responded. "Seen what?" With her green eyes still fastened on the oozing log in her face. Ms. Reynolds answered, her voice a bit stronger. "A penis." Wetting her lips, she watched her friend play with the jutting sheath, running her fingertips lightly up and down the full length of my swollen rod. "Once, I saw my little brother's when we were kids. But his was nothing like this." She was so close I could feel her warm breath washing over the sopping wet tip. I shivered. "You may have spoiled her, Bill. She'll think every male has a dick like yours." With that comment, Terri released me, letting go of my balls as well as the loose grip she had on my projecting hard-on. They were silent for a moment, watching my erect cock twitch and quiver as it stuck straight out from between my legs. Finally, Ms. Morris helped the busty brunette to her feet. "Time to put that away, Bill." With a sigh, I turned toward the dressing room, my rigid pole swaying heavily before me. "We're both looking forward to the next time you pose for our classes. You will be totally nude, you know?" I nodded. "I know. You said that." Meredith finally smiled, with a brief glance at my jutting cock before I entered the tiny space. I didn't bother to close the door behind me. What was the point? As I peeled off the sodden G-string, I heard the classroom door open and close. Taking off the leather and metal harness proved to be more of a problem. After several minutes of pinching my swollen cockhead, and working the metal ring off my bloated stalk, I was finally able to unravel the harness and put it in my pocket. But my hard-on remained. After stuffing my thickened cock back into my shorts, I left the art building. Walking across the leafy campus with an unmistakable bulge in my crotch, I caught more than one coed's eye as I made my way back to my room. I was not surprised to find another e-mail in my inbox, this time from the Anthropology Department. I didn't even know Western Valley had an Anthropology Department.