Uprising

Kate smiled, watching Harry’s beautiful dick twitch slightly. She looked up at his handsome face, saw him looking directly at her, then back down to his penis, slowly licking her lips. She undid another button of her blouse, tracing a finger down her neck and across her cleavage, opening her collar a little wider. She watched closely as his shaft swelled a little more, lifting away from his thigh.

‘Um, Miss Howells?’ Kate raised her hand politely.

‘Yes, Kate?’

‘I’m sorry, but Harry is moving a bit, and it’s making it hard to draw him.’

The teacher looked over at the modal. ‘He doesn’t seem to have moved,’ she said.

Another student piped up. ‘No, miss, it’s his, um, it’s his penis. I drew it when it was soft, and now I’ve had to rub it out because it is bigger now.’

‘Oh, yes, I see.’ Miss Howells walked over to stand next to Harry. ‘Well, class, it’s a common reaction with a new model. I’m sure as he becomes more comfortable it will go back down.’

She looked at Harry’s member and gulped. It certainly was impressive, and it was growing more impressive before her eyes. ‘Oh! Erm, Harry,’ she asked, ‘do you think it’s likely to go down soon?’

Harry was both embarrassed and aroused by all these women looking at and talking about his erection. ‘I.. I don’t know,’ he stammered.

‘Well, miss,’ continued Kate, ‘I don’t mind if it’s hard. In fact, I think it will be nice to draw like that.’ She looked at Harry’s face, enjoying watching his cheeks flush red. ‘What do you think, girls? I wouldn’t mind trying to get to grips with that as a piece of work. The veins running along the hard, thick shaft, the swollen glans. The way the head glistens in the light, so tender and sensitive. The stiff firmness, the rigid contours underneath the warm, smooth skin.’ She looked around, several of her fellow artists looked distracted, squirming slightly in their seats. His dick was pointing straight at her now and she squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the sensation in her pussy.

‘So yes, I don’t mind it being hard or soft, as long as it doesn’t go from one to the other.’

‘Good point, Kate,’ replied Miss Howells. She turned to Harry, trying to look at his face. ‘If it won’t go down, do you think you can keep it up for the whole session?’

Harry honestly didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to sit here for hours with his dick rigid and engorged in front of all these women. ‘Um, I don’t know,’ he mumbled.

Kate spoke up again. ‘He might need somebody to help,’ she said. ‘I’d be happy to do it. I could go and give it a little stroke if it started to go soft. Maybe a little kiss.’ She winked at the model.

‘No, Kate,’ replied the teacher. ‘You should concentrate on your art. I’ll do it.’

She glanced down at Harry’s huge cock and gulped again. She slowly reached out a hand, looking him in the eye as her fingers curled around his shaft. ‘Okay, Harry, let’s get this good and hard, shall we? Then the girls can get on with their drawings.’