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                       THE MODEL 


Jerry was your typical assistant professor at the University of
Pennsylvania. Mid-30's, married with two children, dedicated to his 
job and completely inundated with bills. Mortgage bills, car payments,
credit cards, saving for the kids' weddings, you name it -- and now 
Krissy, his wife of nine
years, was bugging him for a new living room rug. And while they
had a nice house in the Germantown section of Philadelphia, the
couple was just making it on his salary and hers, which wasn't much. 
Krissy was a clerk in a book shop and didn't make that 
much money.  

So he decided to look for a part-time job, something he could do after
school and that wouldn't really take too much concentration. He
noticed an add in the Inquirer requesting a male
nude model for a small art school over on Chestnut Street, only
about 25 minutes from home and relatively close to the university. 

"Heck,'' Jerry thought as he drove home from work. "I keep in
pretty good shape. I'm no Adonis, but I work out once in a while.
There's not much flab. I'll give it a shot. I'll just tell
Krissy I've got a research project at the school and have to stay
late a few evening a week.''

So the next moring he called the number in the add. A woman named
Veronica answered and took all the regular information. 

"Did he ever model before?''she asked.
"Well, no but I think I could strike a pose.''

``Would it bother you to ne completely nude in front of about 
12 women, all graduate students?''
"Ahh, I've never done this before,'' Jerry deliberated. "But I don't 
think it would bother me once I got over the initial posing.''

"Well, why don't you come down for an interview,' Veronica said.
"How about noon tomorrow? Do you know where we're located?''

``Sure, I work at Penn. Sounds great,'' Jerry replied. ``See you then.''

The next day during a break in his classes Jerry went to the art 
studio. Veronica turned out to about 35, he guessed. She had raven 
hair, about mid-length down her back. Her tight form-fitting dress 
accented an admirable perfectly toned figure, which benefited from 
ample breasts and a well-defined bottom.

She interviewed Jerry in the empty studio, which was on the second
floor of a retail store. After a few
preliminary questions, Veronica said the job payed $15 an hour. Was
he still interested? Jerry said he was. Veronica now asked Jerry to
go behind a screen, strip naked, and come out in front of her.

``Uh oh,'' though Jerry, who sometimes even had reservations about
undressing in front of wife. ``Here goes. If I could get through this,
I shouldn't have any problem.''

He took off all his clothes, and with a towel draped around his
middle, came out and stood on the little stage that was positioned
in front of the class. Veronica gestured for him to drop the drape,
and Jerry stood there nude, totally bare. The instant the towel 
hit the floor, Jerry felt a rush of adrenaline surge through his body
and a sort of sqishy feeling in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't
unpleasurable though. He shivered involuntarily, and felt a tingling 
in his cock and tightening of his balls. 

``Damn,'' he thought as the cool pungent air of the studio caressed his
naked flesh, ``I hope I don't get an erection --- that will blow it
for sure.'' 

Veronica surveyed his naked form for a couple of minutes, had him 
strike a few poses, and then instructed him to turn around so
she could see his back muscles and buttocks. Jerry involuntarily
felt his sphincter muscle start to contract, and his dick 
start to rise. He mentally told his cock to stay put, but he
couldn't stop the gravitation, it seemed to have a mind of its own.
There was something erotic about having a pretty woman gaze at your 
naked and totally exposed body. His cock slowly inched up 
to a near horizontal position, its bulbous red dickhead prominently
displayed and its thickly veined shaft growing longer and thicker. Jerry
felt like he could ejaculate without even touching his penis.

``Oh God,'' he thought, ``I hope she doesn't
ask me to turn around now. I'll never get the job. She doesn't want
me getting hard in front of her students.'' 

But Veronica, apparently oblivious to the model's anxiety, calmly 
asked Jerry to slowly pirouette. He did, reluctantly.

Jerry turned cautiosly, his blood-engorged cock a full
hard-on now, slightly upturned at an acute angle. Veronica looked 
directly at Jerry's twitching iron-hard dick, which strained outward
for her unabashed view. She nodded approvingly, asked him to get 
dressed, and said she'd wait for him in her tiny office off the 
studio floor to discuss the terms of the contract --- if he was 
still interested.

Jerry gratefully retreated behind the screen, his cock jutting out 
straight out from his underbelly. There was a little drop of pre-cum 
that had oozed from his slit. He'd never been this aroused, 
even on his wedding night, and slowly moved his hand down to his 
engorged prick, stroked it and started to masturbate. 
He couldn't help himself and was nervous about being caught, but
Veronica was in her office. Anyway, he kind of liked the idea of 
someone watching him jerk off his dick. He cupped his hard, tight cum 
sac in his left hand, massaged his testicles, and starting beating off 
with his right. Jerry concentrated on his nicley formed circumcised
cockhead and feverishly masturbated, sliding his hand up and down
his dickpole with such intensity his actions almost hurt.
In a matter of 30 seconds, Jerry emitted a soft gutteral animal sound,
almost like a kiiten mewing, orgasmed and spurted hot cum
in a high arch from his prickhead. It hit the floor with a sort of
splat. Jerry continued to stroke his cum-slicked shaft as torrents
of white, opaque man-juice cascaded out of his cumhole until his 
testicles would emit no more. Spent, Jerry squeezed every last drop 
of semen from his wilting cock, quickly donned his underwear and got
dressed. He felt strange now that the act was over.

Little did he know Veronica had witnessed his intense
masturbation exhibition. In fact, Veronica took great pleasure in
watching a man masturbate and making himself cum; she'd seen many. 
It gave her a feeling of power, of being in total control of a male's 
body --- including his cock, his mouth and, especially, his asshole.

Jerry went to Veronica's office, a little sheepishly
as he was thinking about what he had just done. But his feeling of
shame disappeared when she offered him the job, a nine-week stint 
with three classes a week, which he accepted. In his excitement, he
totally forgot he had left his semen on the floor behind the
screen.

``OK Jerry,'' she said. ``We'll see you tomorrow at 7. We're going
to have you pose for an artistic essay entitled `Humility.' See you
then.'' 

Veronica waited for Jerry to leave, then went over to where
he had cum on the floor. She felt aroused, she felt powerful as
she dipped her finger into the thickening puddle of jism.
She smelled its faint musty odor and wondered if Jerry had ever
tasted his own ejaculate. She felt sexually aroused as she
remembered the look on Jerry's face when he masturbated. Veronica 
took a paintbrush with a rather thick handle, caressed its
smooth shaft, and then rubbed it along the sensitive folds of her 
pussy through her silk dress. She could feel herself becoming 
very wet. Oh, how she wanted to masturbate, to jam that paintbrush up 
her asshole while she fingered her sopping cunt gash. She wanted to
cum with a frenzy that would exhaust her and cause her woman juices
to copiously flow out of her lovehole. But all good things would
come, she told herself as she slid the paintbrush along her outer
lips, the feeling of silk on her shaved pubes adding to the
sensation. She barely touched her rigid little clitoris through
her dress, and experienced a minor orgasmic tremor throughout her 
taut, sexually wired body. She stuck her hand under her dress and
dipped a finger into her sodden snatch, brought it up to her 
red-lipsticked lips and sucked the sweet, musky woman juice from 
her finger.

``Yes,'' she sighed with a longing look in her eye. 
``All good things will come.''

The next evening, Jerry showed up about 10 minutes before seven.
There were 12 students, all women, in the studio, and Veronica.
She introduced him to the class --- he figured most of the students
were about 21 or 22 --- then told him to get undressed. Nobody
payed him the least bit of attention when he came out from behind
the screen wrapped in a loose bathrobe Veronica had provided.

Veronica led him up to the little stage where she had positioned 
sort of a bench with poles sticking up vertically about three-and-half 
feet in the air from one end. They had stirrup-like hookups
attached to them. This end faced the class, which was busy 
readying their oils, brushes and canvases. Veronica told Jerry to
disrobe and lie on the bench with his legs, penis and ass cleft
facing the class. She then instructed him to hook his feet in the
stirrups, which pulled his legs up and apart from his body,
giving the students a wide open view of his genitals and virgin
brown bunghole. She hooked his feet into the stirrups with 
velcro straps. Next she put a pillow under the small of his back 
so his naked pelvis was slanted at just the right angle to afford 
all the women a very graphic view of his already hardening cock, his 
cum-laden balls and his puckered tight asshole. She then took both his 
wrists and tied them to the sides of the bench. In effect, Jerry was 
helpless. ``This is just for effect Jerry,'' Veronica reassured him. 
Jerry wondered.

``Class,'' Veronica said. ``This is Jerry, our new model. Please
accept him as you would anyone else. Tonight, we're going to
concentrate on human humility, which is why Jerry is posed like
this. Are we ready to begin?''

The students took on a serious light now that they were ready to start
painting. They scrutinized Jerry and soon only the sound of paint
hitting canvas and an occasional call for Veronica's instruction was 
heard. Before long, Veronica announced it was time for the students 
to put a little more realism into their work. She called a pretty, 
petite brunette named Vicki up to the platform where Jerry was posing. 

``Vicki, my how pretty you look tonight,'' Veronica said. 
``Would you care to inject a little realism into the class 
this evening?'' Vicki said sure. 

She was about 5'2'', 105 pounds with a nice figure and a perfectly
shaped ass, which she was the most proud of.
She started slowly undressing in front of Jerry,
whose cock had gone flaccid after he became accustomed to the pose.
First she took off her blouse and bra, revealing very full 
tits with hard little brownish nipples that stuck out about 1/2
inch. She started massaging her tits right in front of Jerry, where
he could see her between his outstretched legs, pulling on her
already stimulated nipples until they were hard little buds of
excitement. Soon, Vicki's teats were rigid little members of 
prehensile tissue as she continued to masturbate her breasts. Jerry
though he saw tiny droplets of fluid seeping out of her nipples,
but it was probably just perspiration. 
Jerry's cock began to rise, and he started to question the
validity of this exhibition, but when he opened his mouth to speak,
Veronica, who had been standing behind him, taped a piece of duct
tape over his lips so he couldn't talk. Jerry's eyes got wide with
fear and trepidation. ``What the fuck is going on?'' he
wondered.

Ignoring her voluptuous, full tits for the time being, Vicki 
unzipped her shorts 
and slid her hand down the front of them. She wasn't wearing any 
panties and Jerry could see a little wisp of cunt hair right above 
where her zipper made a V in her shorts. She slowly slid her shorts
off to reveal an upraised pubic mound that was just barely covered
with fine brown pussy down. Jerry could make out her labia majora,
and noticed a faint glistening reflecting from her slit. His turgid
member rose skyward and pulsed spasmodically, totally beyond his
control.

"I have a very wet pussy, Jerry,'' Vicki said, inserting her index
finger far up her cunt. She then brought her finger up to her nose
and whiffed in her vaginal aroma. ``But my asshole is
even sweeter. Would you like to smell it, to taste it. Would you
like to lick it? Would you like to eat out my sweet little
puckerhole? I think you would. While you're tonguing my
shithole, I think I'll clean you up a bit.''

Jerry violently shook his head. This was getting out of control.
What did she mean, `clean you up a bit?' When he saw Veronica hand
her the straight razor, his heart lept to his throat. She was going
to shave his dick hair. His naked and totally exposed body shivered;
he was terrified. What would he tell his wife?

Vicki, totally naked, took the razor from Veronica, who instructed
the class to take important notice of the act.

``Concentrate on Jerry's cock,'' she told the students. ``Watch how
hard it stays. But don't paint anything until Vicki has shaved his
prick.''

Vicki staddled the befuddled model's body, her pert, luscious ass
positioned inches from Jerry's face and her head down near his
fantastically engorged cock. She applied some shaving cream to his
the base of his straining cock and ran her fingers ever so lightly
up and down the thick, pulsing shaft, and then started to very
carefully shave his prick hair. Veronica was standing behind Jerry
and looked down at her newest captive.

``Jerry, I'm going to take off the tape now, and you will lick and
suck Vicki's pretty asshole until I tell you to stop. If you scream
or won't suck out her rectum, Vicki's hand just might slip. We
wouldn't want that now, would we? I want you to stick your tongue
up her asshole as far as you can and swirl it around. Then start
sucking her hole.''

Veronica ripped the tape from the crazed model's lips and spread
Vicki's ass cheeks so Jerry's mouth was very close to her hole,
which was brown and puckered, although very clean. 

``Suck it, Jerry, lick her asshole until I tell you to stop. Smell
her womanly odor,'' Veronica instructed as Vicki continued to shave
his pubic manhood.

Jerry could do nothing but comply with her wishes. He tentatively
eased his tongue near her shithole, but reluctantly pulled away.
Veronica noticed his aversion, and chose another student, Patty, to
position herself directly in front of his testicles. She gave Patty
a testicle clamp, which she proceeded to clamp onto Jerry's
semen-filled scrotum. It took little pressure on the stainless
steel nut-clamp to convince Jerry he had better lick and suck.

Jerry licked Vicki's ass slit like a dog lapping water, his rough
tongue exploring every inch of her beautiful bottom. Veronica
opened up Vicki's hole and Jerry was staring into the black recess
of her rectum. He forced his tongue up the dark tunnel as Vicki
illicited soft moans and an occasional jerk of her pelvis. The
scratchy feeling around his prick continued; soon his prick was
completely naked. It towered over his stomach like a thick obscene
pole. Now Vicki, her job completed, squatted directly over Jerry's
mouth and gyrated her perfect ass to the rhythm of his tongue
thrusts. She ground her pungent shithole into Jerry's face, making
his gasp for lack of air. 

In minutes, her moans became gasps, then
soft sreams; she was cumming. As Jerry continued to suck her
brownhole, Vicki came like a bucking horse in a rodeo, her sweet,
musky nectar flowing down her inner thighs and back along the gap
of her ass cheeks onto Jerry's heaving face, now slick and shiny
with woman-cum. He almost choked as some of her cunt juice found
its way back into his throat. Vicki, overcome with orgasmic bliss,
still flowed freely, her cunt-cum cascading from her fuck-tunnel
until she collapsed on Jerry's stomach, her ass still slowly
grinding into his glistening, wet, cum-drenched face. Mustering up
what little energy she had left, Vicki got off Jerry's body,and
went down to where his grossly rigid cock swayed unfettered above
his body.

She looked directly into his pussy-cum filled face and started
masturbating her tits once again, which appeared fuller and riper
than before. Before Jerry could think, or scream, Veronica sealed
the woman juice and fecal residue in his mouth with a new piece of
duct tape. Jerry felt like throwing up; his stomach heaved and
spasmed, but he was helpless. Vicki had her nipples working overtime, 
pulling and
pinching the erect milkbuds with such vigor she softly cried out.
Suddenly, with a muuffled gasp, breastmilk spurted out
from her extended teats in a fine spray. She savagely milked her
lactating breasts, directing the warm stream of sweet milk
right on Jerry's naked prick, which was oozing seminal fluid. 
The hot fluid flowed freely down his slick
shaft and onto the slit of his ass, and soon formed an ever-widening
puddle of her fluid where his ass met the bench. 

``Thank you, Vicki,'' said Veronica, as she softly stroked Vicki's
hair. Does anyone else wish to participate?''

Robin raised her hand. She was athletically built, with nice firm
thigh muscles and pert ass. Robin joined Veronica on the stage and
watched as Vicki settled down in a chair next to the stage, opened
her thighs wide and continued to finger-fuck her love tunnel.

Robin wasted no time in completely stripping in front of Jerry,
whose poor aching prick jerked on its own accord, waiting for its
moment of release. She stood in front of Jerry where he could see
her, and started to slowly masturbate for him, softly stroking her
soft petals until they became wet with her juices. Grinding her
pelvis to the movements of her hand and fingers, it wasn't long
before Robin felt that familiar surge building deep within her
loins. She suddenly stopped masturbating, climbed up on the bench
and positioned her cunt right over Jerry's face.

``Do you like the look, the smell of my naked pussy?'' Robin asked
Jerry, who emphatically shook his head yes. ``Look how wet it is,
watch as I finger-fuck myself. But first Jerry I have to pee.''

Jerry couldn't believe what he heard. She had to what? Before he
could fully understand her words, he saw Robin open her pisshole
inches from his cum-stained face and start to piss herself off. The
warm urine sped from her hole in a thin steady stream onto his
face, over his cheeks and into his nose and ears. His face was a
combination of agony and disbelief, smothered in Vicki's acrid cum
and now the warm, dank smell of piss, which continued to spray from
Robin's cunt. He closed his eyes, but the piss continued to wet his
face and body. He felt like she'd never stop. Finally, his pissbath
was over, and then Robin inches from his face came like a geyser,
her nectar flowing down her thighs and bathing Jerry's abused face
with a new coating of cum. 

``Well, Jerry, you've certainly held up well, I must say,''
Veronica told him, as she started to undo her blouse. ``I think it's 
time for you to have a little pleasure of your own.''

She continued stripping, until her well-formed body was nude. She
shaved her pubes, so Jerry could make out perfectly her thin
pussy-slit, which was agape and coated with her shiny dew. Veronica
took out a double-headed dildo from the drawer underneath the
bench, and with great ceremony inserted one end into her sopping
gash. She buckled the belt around her waist and stood in front of
Jerry, who by now knew what he was in for. Veronica slowly
approached Jerry's cum- and milk-smeared virgin asshole, and let
the huge head of the didlo waver inches from his rectal opening.
She looked him directly in his terrified eyes, and then just barely
let the tip of the dildo touch his anus. 

That was too much for
Jerry to withstand; his back arched, his body convulsed and jerked,
his toes curled --- and semen pulsed out of his tormented cock in
long, sticky white globs that shot in high arcs over his stomach,
his thighs and his puckered shithole. He couldn't stop cumming; his
body spasmodically twitched as each pulse of hot cum left his
jism-hole. At the height of his climax, Veronica jammed the dildo
as hard as she could into his hot, untouched bunghole. Jerry tensed
and winced, the pain was intense, but couple with his orgasm, soon
subsided into a pleasurably feeling. He felt the long rod slide up
and down his shit canal as Veronica fucked his asshole like a
crazed animal. She grunted and grunted and flung every bit of her
passion into her thrusts. In a matter of minutes, Jerry felt her
pace quicken, her eyes were closed, her teeth biting her lip. 

Then she came, squealing and screaming like he had ever heard. Her hips
thrusted and bucked, her nipples evolved into rock-hard points, her 
entire being tensed and quivered as the orgasmic wave engulfed her 
sex-crazed body. The orgasm triggered her into a sexual frenzy as 
she reamed the dildo deep into his bowels following each ripple of 
her own lewd orgasm, until Jerry felt no pain at all. Veronica's 
body was wracked with pleasure as she finally withdrew the
double-headed dildo, slick with sweat, breastmilk, cum and shit.
She had to sit down, the exertion had drained her.

When she regained her composure, Veronica, still naked and shiny
with perspiration, came up to Jerry's sex-ravaged body, now reduced
to an obscene shameful plaything. She undid the straps that held 
his legs to the standards and ordered him to kneel and face the class.

``Now Jerry, you will humiliate yourself to the utmost,'' commanded
Veronica, her voice punctuated with tiny gasps and her tits still 
heaving after her sexual outburst. ``You
will jerk your cock off with one hand and stick your finger of the
other deep up your anus until you cum for the entire class. Do it
now!!''

Jerry had no other recourse but to obey. His prick was an iron pipe
once more, as he knelt in front of the class that was laughing and
cheering him on. Most of the women were totally naked now, some
masturbating themselves with the handles of paintbrushes, others
engaged in lesbian love, sucking each other's pussy-holes and
assholes. But now they all turned their attention to the naked form
on the bench, which was stroking his cock to no end.

Jerry slid his fist up and down his thick shaft, well-lubricated
with a variety of bodily fluids. He jammed his finger up his open
now willing anus, and set his thrusts in rhythm to his anal
probing. One student came up behind him and pinched and massaged his
nipples, while another gently squeezed his tight nut-sac that was
in the process of generating a huge load of semen. With all the
attention directed at his writhing naked body, Jerry knew he would
cum very shortly. He felt his sperm start to boil in his testicles,
and quickened his hand motion. Now he prodded his anal cavity with
two fingers and beat his meat to the encoragement of the audience.
When his prick could take no more, he grunted loudly and released
spurt after spurt of long white, viscous semen from his cum-slit.
His body convulsed with sexual energy; his fingers that were rammed
up his asshole felt his cum travel its torrid route, pulse by pulse,
until his naked body was nothing more than a quivering, jerking
model of shame and humiliation. His hands were soon sticky with his
cum, that still jerked out of his ultra-sensitive prickhead. Jerry,
exhausted and his face contorted with pleasure, layed back with his 
legs tucked under him as his dick finally released its final gush
of hot cum. It stayed hard, swayed back and forth and dribbled what
little semen his balls had left. Veronica came up and milked every
last drop from his beleagured cock, once more sending him over the
edge into orgasmic utopia.

When his convulsions had ceased, Jerry gazed into the nude
Veronica's steel-hard eyes, then let his glance drift down to her
bare, exposed cunt, which had little drops of cum still escaping
her fuck tunnel. He would do anything for her now.

``Jerry, that's it for tonight.'' she said. ``There's a shower in
the back office. Why don't you go clean up. And Jerry, we'll see
you at 7 sharp tomorrow, OK?''

Jerry feebly nodded his head. Yes, he'd be there, Krissy still
wanted that new living room rug.