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By Winsome (voy2020@excite.com)

I had been a nude model for life drawing and painting classes for a long time, posing for classes on college campuses throughout the area where I lived. I always enjoyed posing in the nude. While it was a sexual turnon, I was seldom stimulated to the point of getting a hard-on. I always saved that for later, when I was alone and could jack off, remembering the looks in the eyes of the young girls as they stared at my cock.
There was one time, however, when I posed at an all-girl college near my home. The instructor was an old man who had been in the art business for years, and he posed me in positions that few other instructors would have thought about.
That day he told the girls to move a little closer, and one girl in particular moved her easel right next to the model stand. From her vantage point, I knew that she was getting a really great close-up view of my equipment. Indeed, her entire field of vision had to have included just my groin and thighs. She was so close, if she took a deep breath, I could have felt it on my balls.
Then, she did. She sighed. I felt her breath blow along the fine hairs on my thighs, and then my balls were tickled by her breath. My pubic hair moved with the breath, and I could feel my cock jerk. My heart throbbed in my chest, seeming to skip a beat.
Then my cock began to grow. I could see it out of the corner of my eye, and that made it even worse. I could see it expand and grow, could feel it begin to lengthen and expand.
The class was quiet. The instructor was sitting quietly at his desk; my pose faced me away from him as I stood there. He couldn't see the hardon. I had no idea if he would break the pose or if he would ignore it if he saw it. Some did, some didn't. Some even liked it. It all depended on the individual instructor.
He didn't notice, or if he did, he didn't care. The girls noticed, though, and they cared a lot. A whole lot. One girl nudged the girl next to her, and she nudged the girl next to her. Some of them got up and changed positions and moved closer to get a better look.
I wasn't embarrassed and really didn't care. In fact, it was kind of a thrill to be the center of so much obvious sexual attention. It was exciting to know that for some of them this would be the first time they'd seen a man sexually aroused.
But, it was what happened after the class was over that really grabbed my attention. The instructor finally called an end to the class session, and I went to the dressing room to put on my street clothes. Leaving the class, I found five of the students waiting outside, milling around, and chatting. I nodded goodbye as I walked down the hall.
There was a tap on my shoulder. I turned. The girls were right behind me, and I smiled and stopped.
The girls all stopped, and one of them, I guess the spokesperson of the group said, "We really liked your posing."
"Thanks," was all I could muster.
I looked at the group. Three of the girls were cute, and one was pretty standard looking. One of them was a little overweight, but cute nonetheless. All were young, no more than nineteen or twenty.
I looked from girl to girl.
"Do you pose in other places?" the spokesman asked.
I nodded. "I've posed at most of the colleges in the area," I said.
She shook her head, then grinned as she glanced around at her companions. "Uh unh," she moaned. "Do you do private poses?"
I swallowed. I followed her meaning right off the bat. I had ever done that.
"I could."
"We will pay you."
I told them what private posing cost, and it was readily agreed upon. I couldn't believe that these young women had that much money, or that they were so hard up that they didn't have boyfriends. But, I agreed that I would show up at their dorm that evening...two hours away. It was a private college, and the dorms were pretty much open to visitors.
I arrived at the designated room at precisely seven o'clock, and was let in by the overweight one. The girls were all there, pads of paper ready, as if they really intended to draw.
I disrobed in the middle of the room, and the girls crowded around, fighting for a spot right in front of me.
My hardon was immediate. The girls were so close, and the room was so small, that there was no way around it. That was what the girls wanted. One of them just sat on the bed and stared at my cock, smiling.
"Touch it, Marie," one of the girls said to the fat one.
She looked up at my face. "Is that OK?" she asked.
I looked down at her. "Sure, if that's what you want to do, if that's what turns you on, go ahead," I said.
Without saying a word, the fat one --sitting on the bed right in front of me --reached out and touched the head of my hard cock. It was sticking straight up. She rubbed her finger over the head of it, then pressed the head with her thumb and forefinger.
Her touch sent thrills of excitement through me. Her fingers were warm, and the pressure she put on the head of my dick was just right.
"Oh, God," the one of them said. "What a dick." She reached forward and wrapped her fingers around the base of it. She stroked upward, and her hand came in contact with the fat girl's.
I couldn't believe this was happening. I could hear gasps of curiosity and delight. It was like they were in a candy store -and I was the candy. Soon, there were hands cupping my balls, feeling of my ass, and stroking my cock. My hard dick was throbbing, and my knees were shaking.
There was one girl in particular, a cute girl with light brown hair, that had two hands on me at once, and she was pushing the other girls out of the way. Soon, I could feel something wet and warm on the head of my cock, and the other girls backed away as I looked down.
The girl had the head of my dick in her mouth.
"Suck him, Charlotte," said one of the girls.
"Take it all the way in your mouth," another said.
Charlotte did. She opened her mouth wide, and took my stiff prick all the way to the back of her throat. With one hand, she reached around and squeezed my ass cheeks, and with the other hand, she cupped and massaged my balls. She stoked my dick, and then pulled it out of her mouth.
She ran her lips across the head of it, smearing it with saliva. She opened her mouth a little, and I could feel her tongue dart out and tease the head of my throbbing cock. Then she moved away and looked at me.
"You going to cum soon?" she asked.
I nodded.
Without saying another word, she bent toward my cock, and suddenly, my cock was warm and wet as I felt her put her mouth around it again. She took it deep into her mouth, and as she built up a suction, I could feel that sudden point of no return come on.
I couldn't believe this was happening, that the beautiful young woman actually had my cock in her mouth, sucking on it, swirling her tongue around the head of it.
I grunted and she sucked. My knees buckled a little, and I could feel that strange sensation in my groin that told me I was going to cum.
"I'm going to cum," I said.
She didn't stop. I could feel her suck even harder, and I could feel her hand massage my balls as they tightened.
I came, filling the back of her throat with cum. I shot a pretty good-sized load of jism. She didn't swallow all of it, and a lot of it just dripped out of her mouth, to the obvious delight of the onlookers.
I could feel her swallowing, and the thought turned me on even more. My dick didn't get soft when she pulled it out of her mouth. To my surprise, she kept kneeling in front of me, stroking me. She leaned oward me again, her mouth full of cum. She pressed her lips to it, and then took it deep in her mouth again.
She swirled her tongue around my cock as she slowly came up. Then, she popped it out of her mouth and let it jerk straight up and slap me in the navel. I could feel her tongue running down the length of my shaft, smearing the cum dripping out of her mouth on my cock, then on my balls. She licked my balls for a while, my cock still hard and throbbing, sticking up in the air, throbbing.
"My turn," said another girl.
I lay down on the bed, legs spread, dick flopping around my navel.
I left the girl's dorm three hours later, exhausted, pocket full of money.

I had another booking with them next week. More girls would show up, I was told. I knew that I would be fired from my modeling job at the college if they ever found out, but, under the circumstances, who would care?