Shokushu Art Department 3
Since the girl was such a good sport in taking her own clothes off you can hardly refuse her request. And besides, you have your fair share of vanity and want to see what you like like as a painting. Maybe one day your portrait will hang in a museum, though you hope your genitals will look a bit more impressive that all those old Greek statues you were dragged round by your parents. With a sigh of resignation, you drop your shorts and are rewarded by the young artist's eyes widening slightly. Since she doesn't giggle, you assume the movement indicates respect rather than amusement.
As you resume your pose, the girl begins to work away at her canvas again. Rather than keeping quiet as before, she seems to maintain a constant flow of chatter and you have to keep looking towards her as she talks. And looking in her direction inevitably means that you cannot ignore the soft curves of her supple naked body. So instead of losing your erection as you had planned, it actually grows stronger. You wonder what the girl thinks about your physique but are unable to make your cock go soft. The more you think about it the harder it gets.
'There! Finished,' the girl says just before your muscles seize up from holding the same position too long.
'Can I look?' you ask politely.
'Of course. But I'm not sure if its any good.' Filled with visions of fame, you hurry across and look at the canvas and your face drops. Not what you would call a masterpiece by any interpretation of the word. You look at the picture again just to make certain. Sure enough, most of you is only hinted at. Your face, for example, is just a pink blob that even your mother wouldn't recognise and your body looks like the sort of stick figure a child would draw. By contrast your penis dominates the entire picture and has been painted with what is obviously the greatest attention to the smallest detail. Every ridge and vein has been lovingly recreated. But it is also quite a few times larger than even your own wildest fantasies. If you tried to use a weapon like that on a girl, you would certainly bring tears to her eyes! It almost hides the stick body in the picture and your blob of a face is actually peering around the side of it!
You console yourself by thinking about the state of modern art. After all, if hype merchants can make tons of money by chopping up cows, piling up bricks and peeing in the snow, maybe this picture is worth a fortune. And after all, the young girl must have been impressed by your equipment to make it so large. So you put on a brave face and smile. 'It's lovely,' you say to the girl standing beside you.
'Oh, do you really think so? I was trying to capture my impression of the essential you,' she replies uncertainly. Given your obsession with that part of your anatomy, you realise the painting is actually a valid statement of how important that item is in your life. Maybe the girl is a better artist than you first thought.
'Yes you've, uhhhhh, caught me perfectly,' you admit.
'I thought so,' she responds cheekily and her small hand snakes out and softly cups your now flaccid member. 'It's a common thing for this little bit of a man's body to dominate their existence.' While not exactly happy with the reference to size, you do like the feel of her warm hand holding your prick as though it were a wounded bird. You feel it begin to stir and decide it is time you took a physical part in this conversation.
'And how about girls,' you ask. 'Are you not obsessed by the size of these?' You place a hand on her perky breast and massage it gently.
'If we are, its only because male chauvinist advertising agencies have made us self-conscious,' she replies, fondling your balls.
'And these?'You tweak a rising nipple.
'Functional items intended to provide a pleasurable sensation when feeding a baby. Until men made them into toys for their infantile fantasies!' She breathes heavier. Whether through passion or indignation you are not sure. But her hand circles your unfurling prick and runs up and down its growing length.
'How about this? You squeeze her taut little bottom as you ask the question.
'Another male obsession.' she replies heatedly. 'Another utilitarian part of my anatomy that men have decided has to be a certain size and shape if I'm to be acceptable!' Her grip on your penis tightens as she drags your foreskin up and down over the bulging head.
'But surely this is important to you?' Your hand snakes between her conveniently parted thighs and cups the soft lips of her sex while your thumb seeks the hardening nub of her clitoris.
'Ah yes! That!' She breathes heavily and you admire the effect it has on her pert breasts. 'Cunt on a stick! That's how you men think about us isn't it! We want a life and all you want to do is get inside our knickers.' Since she isn't wearing any at the moment the remark seems irrelevant. The girl wanks you harder as you continue to rub your thumb over her clit. 'All you men want to do is bend us over a table and stick your big dick in our poor little pussies and bang it in and out .... in and out .... in and out .... until we .... OHHHHHHHHH! Take me you swine! Force me to submit to your perverted male lust! Do it to me! Do it now.' And pulling away from your hand, she throws herself violently onto a nearby table and pushes her bottom up towards you.
Slightly amazed by this outburst but not wishing to disappoint a lady, especially when she is offering you a warm home for your favourite bit of gristle, you move close behind her proffered body. As the young artist wriggles with impatience, you reach between her splayed thighs with both hands. Pressing your thumbs onto the pouting lips of her sex, you split them open to reveal her cunt slick with excitement.
'Just like a man! All talk until it comes to doing something then he fucks about instead of getting on with it!' Stung by this, you close in and line up your prick. Then thrusting forwards, you bury it to the hilt in one long movement. But feeling somewhat put out by her view of men, you ignore her proffered cunt and force your tool into her ass. The girl squeals with surprise and pain but you hold her tight by the hips to prevent her escaping and begin to shaft her anus with long slow strokes. Ignoring her protests, you thrust steadily in and out of the tight muscles, determined not to cum until you have taught her a lesson in manners.
'Oh .... please .... ohhhhhh .... no .... urrggghh .... aaaaahhhhhh .... ohhhhh .... oh you bastard .... no, not there ..... hnnnnnhhhhh ...... aaahhhhh .... aaahhhhh ..... ooooohhhh!' Cries of protest give way to moans of passion as you stroke in and out of her ass determinedly. Reaching beneath her body, you capture a swollen tit with one hand, pinching the erect nipple. With your other hand you finger her engorged clit and the young girl groans at the sensations. Overcome, she bucks back towards you, encouraging you to ravage her deeper and harder.
'Ooooohhhh .......nnnnnnhhhhh ..... yessssss ... fuck me .... fuck me hard you brute ...... please .... fuck me wherever you want ..... I don't care ... just don't stop!' Now she is being more reasonable about yourself and men in general, you decide to give her what she obviously needs. With a quick movement you pull out of her anus and thrust into her gaping cunt.
'AAAAAAGGGGHHHH .... YESSSSSS ..... ' the girl climaxes almost immediately, her juices flowing down over your prick as it slides in and out. 'Ohhhhh .... oh, thank yoWWWWWWW .... ' she shudders and cums again bringing on your own orgasm as her cunt muscles clamp about your rampant member. Jerking spastically you release a flood of cum into her body as you collapse over her back with the exertion.
Gradually your breathing returns to normal and your softening prick slips out from her relaxed muscles. Mingled juices flood out to dribble stickily down your thighs and the discomfort causes you to straighten up and move away from the young artist.
As you retrieve your clothes the girl stands up and looks at you with disdain. 'Just as I said. All you men want is to take advantage and fuck us poor innocent girls.' You feel like teaching her another lesson but, not sure you are up to it at the moment, decide to maintain a dignified silence as you look around. In the next rooms Niceman and Berobero are presenting intoductory lessons on the creation of alter-art, while down the hall there is an exhibition by students and visitors.