The Art Class

Lesson 1 - Action

Steve threw his phone down angrily.

"Damn, damn. Stupid woman. Tch."

"What's up, Dad?"

"Jesus, Natasha don't skulk around like that! You startled me."

Natasha poured some cereal into a bowl and went to the fridge for some milk.

"Alright, Mr Grumpy!"

"Yeah, sorry. It's just that stupid woman."

"Mum?" she asked, crunching a spoonful of corn flakes.

"No! Celeste."

"Oh. And Celeste is....?"

"My model."

Natasha shrugged her shoulders.

"In my art group?"

Blank look.

"The PAINTING group I've been running in the shed every Saturday for the last 3 years?"

Natasha shook her head and resumed her breakfast.

"I didn't know you painted, how come I've never seen anything?"

"Well I don't stick it on the fridge with a magnet!"

"OK. Coffee?"

"Yes, thank you."

"No, I mean, is there any coffee? So what's she done this Celine?"

"Celeste. She's cancelled. Someone in her family has selfishly died."

"Pff, some people eh? Well just postpone it."

"Too late, they'll be here in 10 minutes. Ray's local but Jim comes from out of town."

"Maybe ask Maud next door, she always seems a bit of a show off."

Natasha browsed her phone for important Whatsapp news.

"Maud? Are you mental? She has no poise, no class. I might as well get them to paint a sack of potatoes."

His phone pinged. Ray was at the corner shop getting provisions for the lunchtime sandwiches.

"I suppose we

could

do still life. Some apples, a bottle..."

Natasha had lost interest and was busy texting Hayley.

"...bit cheaper too, you can get a lot of apples for £100."

"You pay her? Just to sit down for a few hours?"

He studied his daughter quizzically. It's like she had no idea how the world outside of social media actually worked.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to bed."

"Oh well obviously, it being nearly 11 o'clock and all."

She shrugged, and headed for the stairs.

"Wait, you could do it!"

"Uh, that would be a no."

"Why, you have class and poise. You could scrub up. You scrub up well, I've seen you."

"I AM scrubbed up! This is me in scrubbed up form. I have no desire to be ogled by three middle aged men for a measly £200."

"One hund- OK yes, two hundred. Hundred an hour, not bad eh?"

"Deal."

He shook her dainty hand.

"Yes! You're definitely my favourite daughter."

Only child Natasha gave him a sardonic sneer.

He looked critically at her grey sweat pants and baggy top.

"Um, could you wear something else? Loose clothing is quite difficult to paint."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, a nice skirt and blouse? Anything kind of....smart. Oh here's Jim, I'll see you down the shed in 10 minutes."

Left alone, Natasha felt somehow slighted but she couldn't work out why. Kind of co-erced, bullied even.

As she sorted through her rather meagre wardrobe she wasn't quite sure what was expected. She picked out, and rejected, some jeans, several T-shirts, but nothing really - Ah....!

She had found a pair of denim shorts at the bottom of the drawer which she hadn't worn for a year or so, but pulling them on over her simple white knickers they were perfect. What 'perfect' actually meant in this context she didn't know. Was there some kind of power move in the air; some need to redress the wrong she felt? She looked at her reflection, the shorts were tight but not impossibly so. Her tanned legs looked fantastic, even if she said so herself. She threw on a pair of white ankle socks and trainers.

Recalling the other part of this ensemble which had always worked well, she retrieved the white crop top from another drawer. Dare she even wear such a thing? It would mean no bra of course but... She eyed the whole effect in the mirror and felt a sudden panic. But also a sudden surge of something almost sexual. 'Yes, this'll teach him,' she thought.

Before she could change her mind she made her determined way to the shed.

***

"Ah, here she is," said Steve as the door opened. "Oh, for Christ-"

Natasha had decided to play high status and brimming with confidence, the very opposite of what she was feeling. She entered the dimly lit shed and introduced herself, fully cognisant of the thinly veiled lechery in the eyes of the two strangers.

"Bit dark isn't it, Daddy?"

"Um, yes, I haven't turned the big light on yet. Are you sure you're OK with this, we can probably paint apples or-"

"Fuck that!" exclaimed Ray. "I'm not wasting time on no stinking fruit."

Steve switched on the powerful daylight lamp and the room instantly became bright and cheerful.

"OK, so we'll start as normal with a few action sketches. Remember you're after a gesture here, the lines should be dynamic and flowing. Use charcoal or pencil and don't even attempt any kind of likeness. More like a stick drawing. Natasha we'll be posing you at one minute intervals, so it shouldn't be too taxing."

Feeling slightly uncomfortable he moved his daughter to the floor and asked her to put her hands behind her head. He bent her knees and turned her face away.

"OK the minute starts NOW."

Natasha felt the burning stare of the three artists as she faced the wall. She was somewhat aware that the crop top had ridden up slightly and she tried to shimmy it back without moving too much.

"Try and keep still if you can, Natasha."

This was going to be harder than she imagined. Thankfully the minute soon passed. However there was no time to reflect, as Jim was now called upon to set the next pose.

Jim encouraged her to stand and then moved her feet apart about a metre. He twisted her torso to her right and in doing so lightly grazed her breast with his thumb. Then he moved her arms in the air as if she were catching a football.

This time there was no escaping the fact that her top had ridden up two inches and the underside of her breasts was clearly visible. Nobody mentioned it however so she held the position for a minute that seemed somehow much longer.

"OK Ray, your turn."

Ray turned her to face the wall, in doing so he casually groped her breasts through her top as though it was standard procedure in model posing technique, and then tilted her body forwards, hands resting on the chair. He kneeled behind her and spread her feet apart.

Natasha couldn't be sure whether that grope had been deliberate. Her nipples poked through her top as she wantonly thrust her bottom in the air for one minute.

"OK good, both of you are getting a lot of action in your sketches. We'll have one more round of that, and then I suggest a quick break while I go to the loo."

Steve tried to restore a bit of order in the posing and sat her down on the chair, her legs crossed. He moved one of her hands behind her head and had the other pointing in Ray's direction.

Natasha's nipples were still very hard, and she felt them straining against the thinnish material of her top. As she looked at Ray he adjusted himself ostentatiously, clearly erect in his pale trousers.

Jim asked if she could do the splits. Natasha said she would try, then realised that the shorts were a bit too tight to allow a full stretch. He said no worries and undid the top button and lowered the zip about half way, letting his finger slide between the denim and her panties, discreetly brushing her mound.

Natasha managed about 140 degrees split, the white waist of her panties visible to all.

Ray had her sitting backwards in the chair, facing away from the artists. Out of view of the others he scooched up her top and mauled her breasts greedily, tweaking her hard nipples before pulling the top down again. Before taking to his easel he pulled Natasha's face forward and ground his groin into her face making sure she could feel his urgent need.

Finally this part of the session was over. Steve hurried to the bathroom and Jim busied himself with preparing his materials for the painting part of the day, selecting various colours and oil based media. He went to his car retrieve a new tube of Titanium White.

In the bathroom Steve wondered what on earth she was playing at, flaunting herself like that. He was sure she was getting back at him for some reason, why else would she be so provocative?

It had taken less than 30 seconds for Ray to force his cock into her mouth and fill it with cum. She was, let's say, not entirely unwilling.

Steve and Jim came back in just as Ray was setting up his canvas.

"OK Tash, these poses will be 20 minutes, we'll do two and then break for lunch. Jim?"

Jim sat her down and asked her to drape one leg over the chair leg. Her hair needed to cascade covering half her face. Jim surveyed his pose critically.

"Hmmm, not quite right," he said, and grabbed her thigh to move it further back over the chair leg. In doing so he allowed his thumb to creep under the leg of her shorts and under her knickers as though by accident, sliding it along her wet slit. Satisfied they began painting.

For 20 minutes Natasha sat there, mind wandering, her wet panties just visible up the leg of her shorts. Furthermore her mouth still had a trickle of Ray's cum dripping from the side. Did she know? Did she care? Right now she just yearned for a big fat cock inside her. These men, just groping her and taking what they wanted. In front of her father as well. Had he noticed anything? He must have....

"Natasha."

"Sorry, what?"

"Next pose. Ray wants you stood up please. Can you stand for 20 minutes?"

She gave him a withering look, and stood up waiting for Ray to do his thing.

Ray opted for a straightforward pose, legs a little apart, chest jutting and thumbs hooked into the waist of her shorts. But he wasn't happy.

He once again unbuttoned the shorts, but this time took the zipper all the way down and peeled back the two halves. He stretched the material forward and guided her thumbs into the waist band of her knickers, leaving her fingers trailing over the reversed denim.

The pose caused Natasha's panties to pull down slightly revealing a fringe of dark pubic hair.

As the time wore on Natasha began to tire and her hands collapsed a little, by the end of the 20 minutes most of her pubic mound was on show.

When 20 minutes was up Steve called lunch. Natasha re-organised her attire and surveyed the work of the artists. In fact they were pretty good, erotic but not explicit, and very skilfully done.

Steve sidled up beside her while the other two prepared the sandwiches and wine.

"Look, I know you're 18 and you can do what you want, but you might want to tone it down a bit eh?"

She fluttered her lashes and asked what he meant.

"Hmm, just, you know. Maybe forget the shorts, go and put a nice skirt on or something. And a decent blouse."

"OK daddy," she said slyly.

Taking a slurp of red wine she hurried back to her bedroom. She knew exactly what she was going to wear for the anatomy lesson

...

Lesson 2 - Anatomy

It's probably safe to say that everybody understood the game now. Left unspoken, each player simply maintained the illusion of propriety and innocence. That's not to say anything was pre-planned.

Natasha's father and his two friends were ready with notepads. Anatomy was rather dreary but very important. Natasha was about to make it less dreary at least.

She surveyed herself in the mirror. her school uniform had not been required for a year or so, but it still almost fitted. The skirt, a red plaid, was perhaps shorter than she remembered, but the blouse accentuated her perky breasts and nipples beautifully. Although not strictly uniform she went braless. The old school tie set it all off nicely.

They used to have a little game at school where they would mock one of the inspirational speakers who had visited them with careers advice. She smiled as she repeated his embarrassing, patronising words at her reflection.

"You just get out there girl, get out there and make a bloody difference, yeah?"

...

"Hi chaps, sorry I'm late, Daddy suggested I wear a skirt, but this is the only one I have."

Ray and Jim muttered something unintelligible while her father simply rolled his eyes.

"Right well as you know, correct anatomy is crucial to a good figurative painting. The muscles have to make sense and need to be shaded in such a way that you can see the work they are doing. Natasha if you could just stand in the middle there."

He knelt before his daughter and coaxed her feet apart a little.

"Now if we start with the calves, just curl your toes to tense them please Tash, we can see that they create a pronounced form, demonstrating the figure is ready for activity. Just feel the calves and try to visualise how you would create the shape in your work."

Ray and Jim joined him at Natasha's feet and each manipulated a calf.

"OK relax Natasha. Now the knees are of course mainly cartilage, but examine their form too, particularly how the thigh muscles- tense up love- how they pull up on the patella."

They passed their lecherous hands over her knees and lower thighs, occasionally casting furtive glances up her school skirt. Her knickers were of course damp and starting to ooze the scent of female arousal.

"Now the femur is the largest bone in the body, so requires a strong muscle to allow it to operate effectively. Tense your thighs please model."

Natasha smiled inwardly at the 'model', he was trying to distance himself from reality.

"You see how immediately the form reveals itself, from the knee joint and up to the pelvis."

He moved the flat of his hand slowly along the contours of Natasha's thigh muscle until he reached her panties where he lingered a few seconds before inviting the students to make their own inspection.

Ray eagerly moved his hands up her thigh and brushed between her legs with his fingertips. Jim took a two thighed approach, smoothing his hands all the way up inside her skirt, resting his thumbs between Natasha's legs and gently stroking her lips through her panties.

"OK, and, if you just turn round model, pay particular attention to this form here, for although it may not always feature in your work, it is important to know its function."

He gently pressed the tops of his daughter's inner thighs as if to coax them apart. She yielded.

"As you can see, the female has, for obvious reasons, a gap here. Find it with your hands and memorise it."

They took turns to move their hands between Natasha's legs and cup her mound from behind, Ray managed to sneak the tip of his thumb in the leg of her knickers and into her asshole causing her to flinch.

"OK good, now the top half is largely concerne- damn!"

The main lamp was drawing too much current and had tripped the fuses. With only the natural light coming through the window it would be impossible to continue. Fortunately Ray was an electrician and Steve took him off to show him where the box was.

"You make a good model Natasha, very natural," said Jim standing behind her and reaching around to fondle her breasts.

"What are you doing Jim," she asked half heartedly.

By way of reply, he untucked her blouse from her skirt and smoothed his hands up the side of her body and then cupped each breast, mauling hungrily, tweaking her erect nipples.

"What I mean is, you have a good anatomy, it's all very accentuated..."

He couldn't get enough of her lovely smooth young tits, and teased them longingly, brushing and squeezing her nipples, groping the willing flesh until Natasha felt she would burst with longing.

"Stop talking, Jim."

He released his thick cock and pushed her forward over the chair seat. Pulling her knickers to the side he eased himself deep into her tight asshole, up to the hilt.

They orgasmed together, Jim filling her with thick globs of old man cum. As he withdrew he left a sticky puddle of cum at her entrance. He pulled her skirt back down and went to his easel just before the light came back on and Ray and Steve re-entered.

"OK, Ray has fixed the issue hopefully but it means we'll have to skip the torso and arms otherwise we won't get the final quick painting in. Now remember this is a consolidation of everything we discussed today, again it is not a finished art work, but I want you to really focus on the muscles. As we didn't do the top, we'll do a legs only picture um...model, if you can face away from us and touch your toes or as close as you can, the muscles will of course tense quite naturally. This is a 10 minute rough painting, so not too long now."

Natasha bent down and held her ankles, her white knickers still pulled over from Jim's exploration, cum smeared all over her asshole and pooling on the ground as it dripped between her feet.

Although she held the position absolutely still for 10 minutes, her cum soaked ass and cunt lips clearly visible, the results of the painting were not brilliant.

...

They were gone.

"You did well, Natasha. I think the students learned a lot. Um, I have a few questions - no stay there, grip the chair seat with your hands."

Natasha complied. She knew what was coming of course, and she wanted it. Wanted his Daddy cock inside her more than anything.

He stood behind her and reached round to fondle her breasts through the blouse.

"What did Ray do? When I was in the bathroom?"

He....he fucked my mouth Daddy, and filled it with cum."

"Did he now?"

Steve moved his hands inside her blouse and took a breast in each, mauling obsessively, rolling her permanently erect sensitive nipples.

"Tell me though? Did you prefer Ray's big fat cock in your mouth, or-"

He slid his large cock into her sopping wet vagina.

"-or your Daddy's big fat cock in your cunt. Look at me-"

She looked over her shoulder and met her father's gaze.

"I prefer Daddy's - oooh- Daddy's big fat cock in my cunt."

As he rhythmically fucked his daughter he posed another question.

"And what about Jim, what did he do while we were fixing the lights?"

"He bent me over and fucked my tight little asshole Daddy, leaving cum all over the entrance and inside. And in the final pose you could all see it, and some of it dripped onto the floor."

"Did he now? And tell me, what did you prefer? Jim inside your asshole, or Daddy's big fat cock fucking your slutty wet cunt? Look at me."

He pulled on her ponytail to turn her face towards him.

"I prefer Daddy's beautiful -Ooooh I'm com - Daddy's beautiful big fat cock fucking my slutty - Daddy! I can't hold - fucking my slutty wet cunt!"

As they came together he collapsed over her back and once more groped her breasts voraciously, like he would never have the chance to play with any ever again, causing another wave of orgasm in Natasha's already exhausted body.

His cock eventually slurped out and they tidied up the materials.

"You know when you said this skirt was your only one, that wasn't true was it?"

"No, I have lots. I'll show you some time."

Ah, but that's another story.