Art Club Ep. 01

With the exception of the gentle scratching of pencil on artist paper, barely a sound permeated the air of the room. The ten people, each behind their own easel, laboured on their drawings trying to capture their own impression of the scene laid out before them. After five minutes elapsed, Angela the artist who ran the club announced "Next pose please".

The male model repositioned himself adopting a pose resembling that of an archer holding an imaginary bow and about to unleash the nocked arrow. Once he was settled into the pose, Angela told her class to start their next drawing. She advised them that they could either quickly sketch the whole pose or consider focussing on a specific area of the model and thus capture a little more detail. Either way the allotted time for the exercise was still only five minutes.

Fifty-year-old Angela had been running the club for five years although the club itself had been in existence for much longer. A seasoned professional she had a history of producing many works of art for various commissions and although she had never won the Turner Prize, she had come a close second. Whilst her primary expertise lay in illustrative arts in a variety of mediums, she was also an accomplished sculptor. When she was 45 she lost her husband, her partner and muse of some twenty years to cancer. At this point she made the decision to remove herself from the limelight and give others the benefit of her own experience to demonstrate to them and herself that it was possible to tap into the desires and ambitions of others who had not been so fortunate as herself.

The way to do this she decided was to give up her time. Luckily near to where she lived, Angela knew of a club, which she had occasionally visited to carry out a demonstration of some specific technique, or other for which she was remunerated financially. She had been tipped off that the members of the club were looking for new inspiration and leadership as the current expert was moving on to distant pastures having secured a lucrative commission overseas. Her timely application for the post was met with welcome arms and since that time the club had continued to flourish with its members producing many works of art that they were able to sell at various local community events.

The club met every Thursday at 7pm in a community centre located on the edge of town with ample parking which helped make life easier for those who used the facility for whatever purpose. Usually they were the last ones using the facility and so there was no problem if they ran over the time of two hours, as Angela would simply turn the lights off and then lock the doors on leaving. Once a month Angela would arrange for a life model to attend so that the aspiring artists could get some experience of drawing the human form. Tonight, the model was Chris. He was a regular for this club and sometimes both he and his wife Jane would pose which would add an extra dimension and complication for the members of the club. Unfortunately on this occasion, Jane was unwell and had been unable to be with Chris as planned.

They were forty-five minutes into the session when Angela announced that it was time for a short tea break before commencing the main pose of the evening, which was expected to last about 45 minutes to an hour. Sighs of relief were audible and the ten artists began to converse with each other as Chris briefly stretched his limbs and wandered over to where he had placed his robe on the back of a chair. He was about the same age as Angela, ran his own accountancy business by day and modelled in his spare time generally in the evenings and sometimes at weekends to provide a little extra income but also because he enjoyed mixing with people from the art scene which was how he had met Jane.

Donning the robe to provide some modesty he wandered over to Angela who was chatting to Mary, one of the long-standing members of the club. Mary was 61, slim and well proportioned. A former ballet dancer she had clearly looked after her body. Her auburn hair was tied in a ponytail revealing a clear complexion with no make-up and just a few lines and imperfections on her face. Angela had asked Mary if she would be happy to stand in for Chris's wife which would allow the session to go ahead as planned for the majority of those present. Almost too quickly, Mary glanced across at Chris and nodded a silent yes adding with a twinkle in her eye that she would be more than happy to pose with him "... for the greater good".

Chris smiled and said "Great, let's have a quick cuppa before we get down to business."

There were five other women and four men attending the session on this occasion, all were over fifty. It seemed to be the sort of activity that appealed to those who were perhaps retired, or maybe even had less family responsibility. The ten that were there tonight were regular members and attended nearly every week. Occasionally someone else would drift by for a couple of meetings and then wouldn't be seen again. No explanation was needed nor asked for -- newcomers were generally welcomed as they came with the promise of new blood and fresh new ideas. It didn't really matter if they decided to move on, it was accepted that that is just the way things are. Life often gets in the way of life and more often than not we all can be too busy to just do the things we really want to do.

The tea break was drawing to a close, but the conversation and gossip around the group continued to flow. Angela handed Mary a robe and suggested that she prepare herself in the ladies changing room whilst she put Chris into position. Mary smiled acknowledging Angela and as she made her way to the ladies facility her heart gave a nervous flutter and she felt the butterflies in her stomach as she questioned her own decision making process suddenly wondering if she was doing the right thing. Moments later she was entering the changing room in order to remove her clothing and don the robe. Meanwhile Angela asked Chris to follow her, which he did and together they went to the end of the room furthest from the main entrance. Angela placed a couple of large beanbags on the floor and asked Chris to lie on them in such a way that his head and feet would be on the floor whilst his midriff and hips were raised supported by the bean bags, facing upwards. Chris removed his robe and handed it to Angela and then positioned himself as directed. His right side was facing out to the group, his left to the wall. Angela then asked him to draw back his right leg slightly, bending it at the knee thus concealing his manhood and preserving some modesty.

Angela stood back and viewed the pose critically then asked Chris if he was comfortable. "Yes thanks" he replied. Just then Mary arrived, her feet gently padding across the cool floor, her head held high with confidence.

Smiling, she asked Angela "Right, I'm ready, what would you like me to do?"

Speaking to both Chris and Mary she said "The subject of the pose is 'Woman triumphs over man'. Chris is in position as you can see, but what I would like you to do now Mary is remove your robe and for you to stand at the foot end of Chris as close as you can to the bean bags."

Mary drew in a deep breath and removed her robe handing it to Angela then moved over to where Chris's left foot still extended over the end of the beanbags. She faced Chris and listened to Angela. "Right, what I want you to do now Mary is lift your right foot up and place it between Chris's legs, your toes actually at the base of his penis. Lean in slightly as though in a threatening or domineering way but try to smile as though victorious."

Mary looked first at Angela and then at Chris and then back to Angela again to check that she heard the instructions correctly and this wasn't a wind up.

Chris said "It's okay, just place your foot there, I'll soon let you know if it hurts."

"Okay then" Mary muttered, "let's do this."

She lifted her foot and placed it gently at the base of Chris's still flaccid penis, her toes resting at its base, her heel on his testicles. She noticed that he was completely clean-shaven down there, which was the only thing different from any other male pubic area that she had seen. Her foot was about 12 or 13 inches above her other foot which had the risk of producing some imbalance but fortunately her experience in the world of ballet and dance equipped her with excellent tools to cope with this peculiarity. She leaned in slightly, held her arms at waist level, her hands making fists and once Angela was happy with the whole scene she turned to the other members who had now set their easels in a semi-circle about 10 feet away. Angela told the group what she expected from them and said that if the models were happy they would try to hold the pose for at least 45 minutes.

They all nodded their approval and commenced work. Angela checked her watch said "Right, 45 minutes starting now... try to remain focussed, and models, let me know if you need to move or get cramp or whatever."

The models remained quiet looking at each other and acknowledging each other's part in the scene. Chris's eyes looked Mary up and down admiring her body, which appeared slim but not skinny, firm but not too muscular and bearing few if any imperfections. Her breasts he noted were smallish, about 34B he guessed. As his thoughts drifted unusually (it was usually his wife's tits he got to see and he'd seen them quite a lot over the last 15 years or so), he noted that her nipples were protruding about half an inch and were each surrounded by small dark aureoles, which contrasted with the pale skin of her breasts.

Mary could see Chris looking at her tits and was glad that before coming to the club this evening she had had the foresight to have a quick shower and trim her unruly bush which was now on display for all to see. She could feel that her nipples were still quite hard but to be fair the room was a bit on the cool side. She flexed her leg muscles knowing that she had to keep the muscles awake to prevent them freezing or cramping or both. She didn't want to collapse suddenly on top of this naked man even if he was quite good-looking and seemingly appreciative of her body. Gently wriggling her toes she realised that she had caused Chris's penis to move slightly and could lift it from his abdomen and allow it to drop again. Repeating this she smiled, as she couldn't recall ever having a penis in contact with her feet. Chris's reaction was to look at Mary's breasts as they swayed slightly almost seeming to mirror the movement of her foot. The artists were of course oblivious to this as they were primarily focussed on their work but also Chris's raised right knee obscured the actual placing of Mary's foot on his penis.

Ten minutes had elapsed and all that could be heard was slow breathing and pencil on paper plus the occasional rattle of some charcoal in a tin. The artists were allowed to use whatever medium they wished to capture the scene although photography was of course ruled out.

Angela wandered around the easels and critically observed the various works in progress offering some feedback wherever she felt it might be necessary.

"How are you bearing up? Are you ok you two?" she asked of the models.

"Oh we're fine thanks" they replied, almost in unison.

Angela went to the kitchen area to make herself a cup of tea, perks of the job when you're in charge -- you can have a cuppa whenever you like.

Mary's nipples began to stiffen again much to the delight of Chris, a cheeky smirk crossing his face. This smirk did not go unnoticed by Mary who once again gently flexed her toes. This time she made sure that she repeatedly pushed and released the penis below her right foot. She allowed her heel to brush Chris's cool scrotum, which to Chris's chagrin had tightened somewhat and lifted his testicles slightly higher and away from his undercarriage. Mary allowed her lips to broaden slightly into a sort of semi-smile as she gently nibbled her lower lip, breathing in and lifting her bust proudly. He could feel a stirring in his loins, his cock beginning to swell as the flow of blood increased due to the unexpected massage he was receiving.

He briefly turned his head towards the easels in an attempt to establish what the artists could see and then turned back towards Mary and tried to focus on Mary's eyes. He was constantly drawn to a tiny bead of perspiration on her chest that was soon joined by another each beginning to run slowly downwards between her fleshy mounds. He felt his own temperature rise as his cock continued to harden aided by the gentle movements of Mary's foot. She began to wonder how hard she could make him and reckoned that she was about to find out as his penis lengthened towards his belly button and swelled to its full girth. One more little rub with her toes and she was able to pull his foreskin back slightly allowing his bright and swollen corona to peep out from its hiding place.

She could feel his hardness now with her toes and moved her foot up his shaft slightly, just enough so that her foot almost covered his rod, just the bell-end was visible beyond her toes. She winked at Chris who looked back at her feeling powerless to do anything whilst she clearly had him not quite under her thumb but more sort of under her big toe. He swallowed as he tried to shift his thoughts elsewhere. His granny playing football, his uncle making a train set but he found that he was unable to draw his eyes away from Mary's tits as he looked to her erect nipples and then back at her eyes and back at her nipples repeatedly. His penis was now fully erect and straining under the sole of Mary's foot. Drawing a deeper breath, he expelled this gently in an attempt to remain silently normal. Another bead of sweat ran down her chest this time finding its way down her right breast and to her erect nipple.

This did not go unnoticed by Chris who watched as it clung onto her nipple, just hanging there almost in complete defiance of the laws of gravity. Looking away briefly he noticed that Angela was still doing her rounds of the easels. She had finished her cup of tea and quickly glancing over at Chris and Mary it seemed to her that they were comfortable with the pose so she began to offer more advice and suggestions to the members.

"Thirty minutes done team, just another fifteen to go. Consider how you will add critical detail to your work, remember light and dark and check that you are happy with your proportions and perspective."

Christ thought Chris mulling over how long he'd been erect and knew that he couldn't take much more. He also knew that he should say something, make an excuse, go for a pee, anything, but he felt that perhaps he could hang on just a while longer to prevent any feelings of guilt about messing up the composition and the artists efforts, after all they paid to be here whereas he was being paid. Once again his gaze shifted to the bead of sweat on Mary's erect right nipple. It still clung on for dear life even though her breast seemed to rise and fall with every breath she took. Mary once again flexed her leg muscles before switching to her feet. She could feel his hardness, his testicles below her heel and looked down as she gently withdrew his foreskin and saw the engorged head, its slot seemingly widening. To Chris's horror he could see some pre-cum starting to ooze out of the end of his engorged shaft. It dripped down onto his belly forming a small puddle. Looking up at Mary he could see that her eyes were fixed onto what her right foot was doing. She was still biting her lower lip, then licking it then biting it again. Another bead of sweat began to run slowly down her chest making its way gradually over her right breast. He wondered if this was going to join the other one on the end of her nipple. His breathing had quickened slightly. Chris was of course aware of this and was trying to control it so that he remained quiet ensuring that the club members remained ignorant of what was unfolding just a few feet away from them.

Angela was watching the artists as they all rushed to finish as much detail as possible. There was barely a minute remaining now. The bead of sweat on Mary's right breast had almost joined the one that still clung to her nipple. Chris's cock was fully engorged and seemed to be straining under the pressure of Mary's foot. She once again drew back his foreskin with her toes and as she did so the bead of sweat completed its journey to the underside of her rigid nipple joining the other one there. As it did, the two beads became one and then detached falling down once more subject to gravity. Chris saw this and was totally powerless as he watched, feeling like it was all happening in slow motion the bead of sweat splashed onto the end of his cock, right onto the eye. He grunted.

Angela announced "Time's up everyone, artists, pencils, paints whatever down please. Models, feel free to move and grab your robes."

As Chris grunted, the first splash of cum juice shot out in an arc from the end of his cock landing at the lower end of his breastbone. Mary held her foot still, the toes still holding back his foreskin as she felt his cock twitch again and again as jet after jet of man fat ejaculated and splashed in decreasing distances from their source onto his belly. Chris's eyes were closed as he felt his orgasm begin to subside.

Mary giggled and gently lifted her foot. Angela called over asking them if they were okay.

"Oh sure" said Mary. "I'll just help Chris up and we'll be right with you."

Chris rolled over to his left presenting his backside to the room and concealing the soggy mess from everyone as well as his still slightly engorged penis.

Mary collected both robes and handed Chris his one saying "That went well. Will you be coming next time?"

Chris looked at Mary, donned his robe and still speechless just smiled at her acknowledging her pun. Art club was concluded for the evening, next week still life with watercolours and acrylics was on the schedule.