Class left speechless by your throbbing erection

The modelling light comes on, shining brightly on your nude body, as your hard erect penis is pumping absurd amounts of precum.

You hear gasps around the room and then silence. You are blinded to the other people in the room, but you can imagine all of their stares, and you strongly regret letting your teacher convince you to take off all your clothes like this. But the silence is soon broken by the sound of your wet penis softly slapping against your stomach as it starts to flex and relax uncontrollably.

After some time of listening to the rhythmic slapping of your appendage, Ms Orwin finds the words to properly introduce this scene:

"John has given us a wonderful gift by posing nude for us. I'd like to take a moment without drawing and just applaud the courage it took to get up here, and to appreciate this incredible penis he's got on display right now. Isn't it remarkable?"

Ms Orwin then leads a round of applause, which continue to build into cheering, desk pounding, and foot stomping, until the whole room is shaking, before breaking away into giggles and laughter.

Although you've never been more embarrassed in your life, and your penis is so rigid that it is painful, you can't help but smile and blush at the affection, between your gasps for air.

"It's more confusing stimuli for a man's body in this situation, so let's give John a moment to catch his breath, while we all enjoy this beautiful sight."

"I need to catch my breath also" you hear from the class followed by laughter. "No doubt", "John, you are INCREDIBLE", "I love this class SO MUCH right now!" you hear as responses.

"Thank you everyone" you speak, as your breathing starts to slow.

"How do you feel?" asks Ms Orwin....

"The most embarrassed that I've ever been in my life..." you reply, which is then met by endless reassurances by everyone in the class, that what they were looking at was DEFINITELY not something to be embarrassed by.

Your teacher agreed with the class, and began helping you find some comfortable poses. She gently rests a hand on your bare back, and respectfully steers your limbs into more graceful positions as you learned to hold your position for several minutes at a time. You were never able to get your dripping throbbing penis under control, but everyone seemed to be enthusiastic anyway. That thought gave you increasing confidence.

You continued posing, changing positions regularly as your classmates began relocating inside the ring of tables... scooting closer with each new pose, until everyone was visible from the same light that was illuminating you. Close enough to get an occasional brush of a leg, or even deliberate touch from your classmates suggesting positioning.

What started as artistic posing suggestions, was quickly becoming more playful and long touching given that Ms Orwin was not reprimanding it in any way. Kenita in particular liked to feel your muscles with her hands, to help draw them and would squeeze you all over, never removing one hand from your body. Laura liked to squeeze your inner thighs and smile at you periodically when she considered her next strokes.

Ms Orwin also was walking amongst the artists, giving them critique. In particular for Mara who was working on a large close up drawing of your hard penis by itself, as if a giant monument stabbing the sky. Together they discussed the different lines on your organ, with Ms Orwin tracing along the lines of your penis with her finger.

Your heart was fluttering, and your breath picked up again, but you held the pose as best you could, to help make this artwork.

But the precum was now beginning to cover her fingers, and make an unbroken stream pouring down to the floor. She periodically would wipe some away from the head of your penis with her thumb, to assist in Mara's view, but there was always more in a moment.

Your penis was throbbing much harder now on account of her increasing touches, which in turn lead her to grab hold of the shaft with one hand "Can you just hold still for one minute, John's penis!" she said laughing.

Again in turn this only made it throb harder and get wetter, as now every 1 or 2 seconds she wiped along the tip with her thumb, while still exploring the textures ruining the fingers on her other hand, around on the shaft. "It is getting so unbelievably warm, come feel right here Mara" she says. Mara then also wrapped her hands around your shaft and blushed at the sensation.

This felt so good it was getting very dangerous. You were now gritting your teeth and gripping the crate under you so tightly that you feared you might break it. You had assumed that your teacher would at some point stop gripping your shaft, but after a few minutes of this delirious pleasure, you started to gravely fear that you needed to speak up quickly, or else you would have an orgasm right in her hands.

"Ms Orwin, there's a problem." you speak nervously, in-between gasping breaths. Your reclined chest heaving and flexing. Your nude body beginning to bead sweat all over.

She cuts you off without even looking away from your penis, "Let me finish showing Mara something really fast... man there is just so much pre-ejaculate here" as she starts wiping longer strokes with her thumb, and then wiping the precum off her hands by rubbing them against the shaft.

You bite your lip as you grip the table tighter, and start labored rhythmic breathing, turning into whimpers. You feel Kenita running her hands along your contracting sweaty back muscles from your shoulders down to your ass, inadvertently only multiplying the sensuality.

"Ms Orwin?" you whimper desperately while starting to shake...

"Just a second!" she says cutting you off again, as she leans her face within only a few inches, still rubbing its tip as she grips it tightly while discussing how beautiful the features of your penis in particular are... Strangely she seems oblivious as she slides Mara's fingers back and forth along the edge of your cap, both girls tracing its curvature and teasing your most sensitive areas, discussing the brush strokes necessary to do its beauty real justice.

You lose the ability to speak between your short breathing, as all of your chest and stomach muscles start flexing, and you hear the wood of the crate starting to crack and splinter from you gripping it so tightly. Your whimpers turn into moans, increasing in frequency and volume, as your mouth falls open... though none of these catch the attention of the two women who are zealously studying your penis, or the girls exploring the muscles elsewhere on your body.

Ms Orwin is furiously rubbing the tip of your penis now using both hands to keep continuously wiping away the increased amount of precum oozing out. She continues talking about how beautiful it is to feel it throbbing so aggressively in her hands, as Mara agrees with her "yes it feels INCREDIBLE!", still running her fingers all over it, not considering that she is teasing it's most sensitive parts, forgetting about her drawing, and ignoring your loud moaning... both completely captivated by seeing this piece of your anatomy, so full of life.

Your dick is flexing much harder now against her grip, and it starts to slide forward and back in Ms Orwin's hand, giving the sensation of her stroking up and down the shaft. You are filled with both lust and dread as you are close to snapping the furniture into pieces, gripping it as tightly as you are. Your dick is so full of pressure that you need some sort of release from this pain urgently... and you are mortified that it is about to come, in the face of your teacher.

You turn to look at Mara with urgent desperation in your eyes as you moan loudly towards her, but she only looks back naively with a gigantic smile, continuing to run her hands enthusiastically all over your groin. You moan louder and louder as you gasp for air, hoping she will intervene in some way, but she is too distracted and continues to enjoy touching you without even glancing away from your dick.

You turn to look at your teacher as she is completely occupied staring with wonder at the penis violently throbbing in her tight grip. Your eyes squeeze shut, you grit your teeth, and you brace yourself for what you know is coming next.