The Trophy - Cougar Girl & Little Rooster **Concluded**

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He’s up for his fourth fuck of the morning. Ben would be so proud if he were as potent as Heath. Despite being astride him, I need do nothing. He takes me on a rollercoaster ride, jerking me into the air, throwing me from side to side. I struggle not to fall off, not to lose contact with his cock. Finally, he rolls over, taking me with him, crushing me as he pounds hard, working himself to that moment of pleasured frenzy when he dumps yet another load deep inside me.
I put my arms over his shoulders as he collapses onto me, gasping for breath. As he slowly calms, thoughts pop into my head again. He fucked me harder when I was dressed than when I was naked. Does he not like my body? Have I deluded myself that he found me physically attractive, while all the time he was more excited to see me clothed? Is that how he gets his kicks in class, imagining he is there naked surrounded by all those nubile students in their clothes?
I squeeze him out, feeling his softening cock slide down my inner thigh.
‘OK, Heath, if you’re sure that is what you want, I’ll talk to the teacher. Shall I tell my friends who you are or would you prefer them not to know, so it’s a secret between us. They’d be more honest with me about they thought and how they felt if they don’t know we are lovers. What do you think?’

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I am more excited, I have known for years that I need a psychological component to sex or is it just kink? Whichever it is I know it is because of it's addition that I am able to fuck and cum a fourth time this morning! I roll off her, swearing to myself that I really can't do a fifth round.

I try not to spill any cum on her clothes as I regain my breath.

"I will let you do it the way you feel is best Samantha if you prefer not to tell them who I am, that is fine, talk to your teacher and let me know if she thinks it is a possibility." I say as I slowly doze off to sleep no longer able to think my head so light from the exertion of the morning.

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He lies sleeping soundly, drained and exhausted, which is just as well because I am feeling rather sore. I pull a sheet over him and slip away.

I am on the phone to my art teacher as soon as I get home.

‘Hi, Felicity, it’s Sammy. I want to run something past you. Just an idea but it might help out a young guy I know. He’s a student, studying history, and like all students he’s short of cash. How about letting him pose for us one day? It would do him a favour and allow us to practice drawing a young fit body with good muscle development rather than wrinkles and warts. You’ve got to admit we could do with some wider experience in handling a range of flesh tones too. Unblemished flesh would be a real challenge, like you told us how difficult it is to draw plain glass. No more of that tricky body hair in 30 shades of grey. So how about it? What do you say?’

‘Hi, Sammy. What I say is that you really do talk a lot of tosh. But I’m sure we’d all appreciate some eye candy for a change. Is he well hung?’

‘Excuse me, Felicity, but just how would I know that?’

‘From the way you described him, I assumed you were lovers, but obviously not. Just bring him along for the next class and I’ll see what we can do with him.’

‘Great, Felicity. Just one other thing. Don’t mention that I arranged this, I don’t want the others to know I’m doing him a favour.’

‘Sure, Sammy, no problem. I won’t say a word. Your secret’s safe with me.’

She’s a bitch, but I trust her.

Two days later and it’s the next class. I slip in to see Heath in the changing room. We’ve not seen each other since I’d agreed to arrange for him to pose, so I guess his balls are aching for a fuck, but I keep well clear of him, not even touching him. There’s no time for even a quickie and the last thing he wants is to appear in front of the class with a hard-on.

I settle down at the end of the row of easels, giving me a good view of Heath and of my fellow students. Felicity has put out a couch for Heath, which should make it easier for him to maintain his pose. She leads him in and my eyes jump between his face, trying to read his expression, and my friends as they clock the latest model.

Felicity takes advantage of the silence that falls to explain our exercise for the morning.

‘Hi, everyone. We’ve a new model today, so I thought we’d try something a little different for a change. You remember that portrait of a naked woman lying on a couch and staring out of the canvas that we looked at a few weeks ago? The one that so shocked Paris when it was exhibited? Well today we’re going to do the same pose with Heath here.’

My friends’ eyes pop and at least one jaw drops open.

Felicity turns to Heath.

‘OK, Heath, take off that robe and let’s get your pose sorted.’

My friends eyes rove over his body, but my eyes watch Felicity’s hands. She is taking every opportunity to touch him, holding his shoulder as she adjusts the position of his torso, brushing an imaginary piece of fluff off a nipple, stroking down the length of his thigh as she moves his leg slightly, even carefully lifting his cock to one side to reveal his balls. I’m going to have to watch her. Like I said she’s a bitch and maybe I shouldn’t trust her.

Finally, she steps back to admire the pose and tells us to begin.

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I have spent the previous 2 days in a state of erotic nervousness, as much as this is exciting me, it terrifies me as well. If I had to put money on the idea of me being naked for a group of women then I can tell you now, I would have lost as I never thought I would have mustered up the courage to do it. Or have I mustered any courage at all? It seems in a way that Samantha has organized it all and I wonder if this is more for me or her, or perhaps we have a shared fantasy that we are about to engage in from our own perspective sides?

I haven't masturbated during those days, wanting to remain in a constant state of excitement, fearing I may lose the adrenaline rush required to go through with it. When I woke this morning though, I realized it was out of my hands, it would take more courage now to back out then it would to go through with it, and of course Samantha would not be happy being made to look ridiculous.

I wait behind the screen in my robe, I can hear women assembling, chatting away, chairs scraping on the floor, Felicity the art teacher made me feel welcome this morning when I turned up and I can hear her making her announcements.

Samantha pops in and we have a brief chat, I am too nervous to say much really, but that is ok, I think how amazing it is that soon I will be on display for all these women.

I step out from behind the screen and Felicity tells me to drop my robe and to get the pose sorted, it is all rather business like and yet that still makes it all so much more real and sexy, this is no tailor made porn fantasy.

Before I can stop myself I drop the robe, I feel eyes on me and I am in a state of disassociation, I feel like I am looking at myself from outside. I don't really see the women yet, still positioning myself, Felicity knowing I am new to this, positions me, adjusting my shoulders, legs, making sure my cock and balls can be seen, it is a turn on and yet my cock knows to behave, women think men are raging hard ons, but the fact is most men have an internal control system, the cock knows when to get hard and when not to, I have never gotten hard for female doctors for example. And now it seems, so far anyway, that it is the same way.

Although I am sure she is touching more than she would one of her usual models, I am happy as well because really I have no idea what I am doing, this isn't a job or art to me, this is fantasy, as simple as that.

She steps back and checks the pose, when she is happy she tells everyone they can begin.

It is only now that I see the class properly, mostly middle aged women around Sam's age, different shapes and sizes, I can tell some work and some are stay at home mothers, all looking at me and none of them putting brush to canvas yet. I look at you for a moment and see you are smiling and also checking out the expressions on your friends faces, you seem happy and proud to show off your younger lover.

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I’d expected that it would be amusing to watch my friends’ faces as they pretended to take a purely detached and artistic interest in this fresh young slab of well hung meat. As it turns out, Felicity is the one to watch. She is constantly making small adjustments to Heath’s pose, pretending that he has moved slightly, although I can’t detect any difference. When she’s not taking every chance to get her hands on him, she’s bending over the canvases and sharing giggly confidences with the students, everyone except me. I’m going to have to keep a careful eye on her.
Heath’s face is impossible to read. Most models just stare into the middle distance. After all, you can’t draw their eyes if they keep moving around. But either he doesn’t know this or he’s realised that no one here is concentrating on his face. His eyes are roving over the students and of course Felicity. He occasionally catches my eye, but looks away again immediately. Probably doesn’t want to get aroused at the thought of what is going on in my mind. What is going on in his head, I wonder? And in his body too? He wanted to be exposed like this and experience the excitement of containing his arousal at being objectified like this. What is he feeling? How much effort is it taking to keep himself under control? And what is he thinking about the other students and, especially, Felicity? Is she making it more difficult by constantly mauling him like that?
My friends seem to be spending more time than usual studying the model rather than drawing, but they all seem to be applying themselves. It is going to be fun to see what they have drawn. That will be the give away.
As for me, I was right about it being more difficult to paint clear flesh than the wrinkled old crones we usually get. It’s been a struggle to make his nipples look right, so Felicity draws one for me to show me what to do. She always has to help out because, truth to tell, I’m not that good. I’m never good at anything, according to my husband, except sex and he may be right, but I enjoy what I do, for as long as it holds my attention. And the sight of Heath naked in front of my friends is holding it at the moment. I’m looking forward to hearing what they have to say afterwards, not knowing that he is mine. Even more, I’m looking forward to being on the receiving end of the explosion when he’s finally able to get his rocks off. And thinking about this, I notice that my legs are crossed, tightly, and I can feel a dampness growing.
Time to concentrate on the picture.

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Felicity is a born and bred inner city arty type, she is around Samantha's
age, physically she is pretty in a nerdish hippy kind of way, she is
wearing a Stevie Nicks inspired dress and John Lennon glasses, she is a
walking cliche and yet that just adds to my experience.

Even after my pose has been struck, she keeps coming back at intervals
adjusting me, making sure everything is just right, or so she says, I
haven't seen what she is like with other models, I somehow doubt she is
this attentive.

Of course when she adjusts me we are quite close, her heavy perfume
surrounds me even once she walks away again, she is very comfortable with
touching me as she pleases, I keep a map of the places she has been as I
wish to remember everything as though it were a film. At times she touches
me in two places at once, a hand on my thigh another on my abs, leveraging
off me to make me move as she desires. Her long red hair loose and free,
skirts my bare flesh as she adjusts me as well.

And then it happens, a lock of her hair skirts over the head of my cock,
with the perfume and her so close and all these women's eyes on me it
becomes too much, I grow, just a little, perhaps not enough to notice, but
there is a slight swelling as my senses become aroused.

I try not to look at anyone now as Felicity backs off smiling at my
position, or she is smiling at my biological response to her? I wonder if
you can notice a difference in me and I hope that if you can, you are ok
with it, perhaps it is something you should have expected.

I start to wish I had of masturbated but it felt like, still feels like the
orgasms would have broken the spell of my long held fantasy, now I must
just hope that it doesn't grow to full proportions, as it is right now it
is still well below half way erect.

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I’ve been around men long enough to know that their cocks change size and shape all the time, for no particular reason for most of the time. And I’ve been around cocks long enough to know when a guy is getting a hard one on. Heath managed to control himself while the students were all staring intently at him and even while Felicity was putting him into position for his pose. But things are definitely changing now. My friends aren’t showing any signs that they have noticed yet, they’re all intently working away to get their drawings finished before the end of the class. But I recognise the signs of a growing hard-on. And there’s no need to ask why. That bitch Felicity. Her hands floating all over him, touching him, her long hair trailing across his body, her dress rubbing against him. She’s deliberately getting him off.

It’s got to be deliberate. I talked about this with my son Ben once and he explained that it all depends how someone touches you. A nurse, doctor, teacher, they all touch you in a professional way. And that must have been how Felicity touched Heath when she was setting his pose. But according to Ben girls touch differently and that has a different effect. And that must be what she is doing now.

Why is she doing this? Does she fancy him and is using her only chance to let him know that? Or is she just playing with him? Watching him try to keep control as she gradually gets him more aroused. Day dreaming about how embarrassed he’ll get and not knowing that this is all feeding his fantasy. Or is she getting at me? Suspecting, OK knowing, that we’re lovers, is she doing this just to torment me, imagining how I’ll feel watching?

What about Heath? How is he feeling about it? He said his fantasy was to feel the tension, experience what it was like to get aroused by what was happening and yet having to contain himself and control himself in front of the women. This is working against his fantasy, making him show his arousal. It may even be destroying his fantasy, because it didn’t involve the women interacting with him. He just said he wanted to be in their presence while they were clothed.

Most importantly, how am I feeling about what she is doing to him? Angry, definitely. Jealous, potentially yes, depending on what long-term designs she has for him. Excited, um, well, there is that side of it I have to admit it. I’m beginning to imagine how things might develop. What would I feel if Felicity got him so aroused he started cumming or maybe if she started to jerk him off or even went down on him? I’d kick the bitch in the cunt for pulling that trick. But not before I’d given myself a good rubbing.

But hold on. Felicity is a professional. She’s not some tart at a hen party. She’s an artist herself and a gifted teacher. Is she taking advantage of Heath, knowing she’s got a model who is young enough to get it up without sustained manual assistance? Is she actually going to give the class a chance to paint not just a naked man, not just a young naked man, but a young naked man with an erection? How will Heath feel is all these women walk away from this class with a drawing of his cock under their arms?

This may not have been such a good idea.

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I wonder what Samantha is thinking right now, I glance at her and I can see
she has indeed noticed my predicament. I laugh a little to myself
pre-DIC-ament. Oh god, what am I doing here! Was I really that naive that I
thought I could do this without the obvious physical response? Has this
ever happened before? How do they deal with it, stop the class and wait
while the man deflates? That somehow seems a lot more embarrassing than
going through with the class "as is".

What would the ladies think if I did continue to grow? Questions circle
through my head faster than I have time to really dwell on them, is
Felicity trying to make this happen to me? Have I been caught up in some
kind of botch war between Samantha and Felicity? The questions keep on
coming.

I feel it starting to twitch, it gets harder, threatening to go to half
mast, one of the students notices as it actually twitches, she is rather
matronly and shoots me one of those "Oh I understand" looks, then she
smiles and perhaps involuntarily licks her lips. She goes back to drawing
me.

Felicity then notices and comes over, this time though she doesn't adjust
my position, but her long hair brushes over my chest as she leans over to
talk to me.

"Do you need a break Heath? Umm... looks like this is having an effect on
you" she asks in a quiet and discreet manner.

I decide that unless I want to go full wood, I should take her up on her
offer.

"Ummm. yes would that be ok?" I ask embarrassed and she nods and calls a
break and brings me my robe.

"15 minute break ladies" she announces as I get up and put my robe on and
retreat behind the screen and hope that Samantha comes to talk to me as
this would mean she isn't upset with me.

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I could have told what was happening with my eyes closed from all the girlish giggles. They begin with stares, just checking to be sure his cock is really growing. Then there are the glances, trying to catch each other’s eye. Finally they can’t stop giggling like school girls who’ve just seen their first naked man.

There’s no doubt about it now. However hard I try to convince myself it isn’t happening, it’s getting bigger every time I look. And there’s no doubt in my mind now that it’s going to keep growing, especially when Felicity goes and bends over him. Her hair brushes his flesh, her perfume fills his nostrils and her warm breath tickles his ear as she speaks to him. It really takes off when she gets that close. Thank goodness she calls a break, which is unprecedented since I’ve been attending her classes. Felicity expects her models to suffer for our art. But not Heath.

It’s the right thing to do, though. Whatever I may think of Felicity, she has saved Heath’s blushes and given the class a chance to settle and get on with what we are here to do.

As soon as he’s gone, the others all get into a huddle and the barely suppressed laughter breaks out. Heath must hear it as he makes his way to his changing room. How embarrassing for him to know all these mature women are laughing behind his back. Is this what he imagined when we planned this idea? To my surprise, Felicity doesn’t accompany him or follow him. She goes round the easels viewing the drawings.

The others are all in a huddle and don’t notice me. They do that a lot, exclude me I mean. Especially when they get really intimate. It’s like I’m not part of their gang. It can be annoying, but it suits me today. If they even notice I’ve gone, they’ll think I’m taking a two finger break to relieve my feelings. Which I could do with actually, but right now there is something more pressing.

I burst in on Heath who is still in his robe.

‘What the fuck is going on Heath? Just what are you playing at? Are you making out with that cow in front of the whole class? In front of me? Or do you just enjoy displaying yourself and getting off on it?’

I push my hand into my crotch, wave it under his nose and adopt a more conciliatory tone.

‘Smell that? See what you’ve done to me. Everyone in that room is feeling the same. Can’t you smell them? You’ve got a room full of middle-aged women on heat. How do you think they’re going to behave if you carry on like this?’

An image flashes through my mind of the male stripper running from a hen party I attended with a look of panic on his face as he was pursued out of the room by rampaging drunken girls. This lot aren’t drunk, but they can be determined.

‘Heath, don’t you understand, even your fantastic balls won’t be able to cope with that lot. And what do you think will happen when you’ve run dry? Do you expect them to stop for a cup of tea while you recover? Get real, they’ll maul you and leave you washed out and useless.’

Time to stop ranting and get practical. I point to the bulge in the front of his robe.

‘What shall we do to get rid of that? Do you want to jerk off, give me a quickie or have a blowjob?’

He doesn’t get a chance to answer, because the door opens and in walks Felicity. I don’t hesitate. My slap stings my hand, leaves her cheek reddening and sends her glasses across the room.

‘Bitch, fucking bitch.’ I scream in her face.

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I wait behind the screen, feeling a mix of being turned on and ashamed, but why should I feel ashamed, it seems to me that this was never about art, Samantha organizing it, in part to show me off to her friends, Felicity with her constant adjustments, the women spending more time looking than drawing, and finally me, yes I am far from innocent in this, I wanted to be objectified, to be naked and on display for a group of clothed women, it was always a sexual motivation for me, the money hardly being enough to persuade me to do it alone.

I can hear the women laughing and giggling, of course they are, their art class has turned into a voyeurs paradise, Samantha sits apart from them, but not because they are laughing about me, she is an outsider to them, this is something that happens a lot. She is not a part of their clique, more like a satellite that revolves around them, occasionally getting involved a little but is never 100% accepted, perhaps she doesn't want to be accepted anyway.

Then she appears, I smile, but she is angry, she starts to blaze away at me, she is jealous, fearful that I am getting it on with Felicity, that this is some kind of foreplay for us, she grabs her crotch and places her hand under my nose, she is wet and turned on, I am turned on by her passion for me, finally in fact, I start to feel like I am more than just an ego fuck for her, more than just a slab of young meat that will fuck her constantly. I try not to smile and look happy as she berates me.

She then offers some kind of relief, to try and satiate me so my erection is kept at bay, before I can answer though Felicity appears, and much to my shock, Samantha slaps her hard, sending her glasses across the room, she screams at her, calls her a bitch. I am again shocked and yet turned on. I feel like Samantha is finally claiming me, claiming me as her own.

Felicity gets her bearings after the slap, and looks down, she knows she got carried away and accepts her assault with grace.

"Sam, I know, I know, but look at him! I got carried away Sammy, so many old wrinkled icky bodies, now you give me this Adonis, how was I supposed to contain myself, I just wanted to be as close as possible to him, if you had of told me straight up what the deal was, I would have been more controlled, but you didn't tell me. Yes, we all know Sam, you're fucking him, we were trying to work out how you would know someone like Heath and we could only figure that you two are lovers, and this is your way of showing him off, and why shouldn't you, he's fucking hot! But don't let us miss out on some of the fun, let him pose erect for us Sam, let us see him in all his glory, Heath, would you be willing?" she turns to me asking.

I look at Samantha, "It's up to Samantha, I will if she wants me to" I say looking at Samantha with a loving glow in my eyes.

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I need time to think, so I hit Felicity again, across the other side of her face, making her head spin.

This is all going too fast for me, running out of control, out of my control, and I don’t like that.

Heath wants to pose with a hard-on. It will be easier for him in a way to let his feelings show. But feelings for whom? Me? Those women out there? Felicity? Or is he just proud of his tackle and showing off what he has to offer? Offer – there’s another thought. Is he making himself available to anyone who wants him? Perhaps as many as want him? He likes older women; after all, he picked me up.

Felicity breaks into my thoughts.
‘Come on, Sam. Show those so-called friends out there what’s he got. Show them what you’ve got and they haven’t.’

Is she right? Is this what it is all about? Me getting one up on my friends? I smile to myself at my unintentional pun and slap Felicity again. She is far too perceptive. The mark of my hand glows on her cheek, but she does not respond in kind, does not even complain.

I think a bit more, this time about Heath.
‘Are you sure this is what you want, Heath? Really? This isn’t a fantasy anymore. It’s not easy to keep an erection going indefinitely, you know.’

Felicity doesn’t give him a chance to answer.
‘I don’t think Heath’s going to have any problem on that score.’ She looks pointedly at the bulge in the front of the robe. ‘And if he starts to flag, I’ll give him a bit of encouragement. It’s my job to maintain the model’s pose.’

She smiles sweetly at Heath and I smack her again. I am flushed and my chest is heaving now, but she doesn’t react. Why?

More thoughts. Heath is in many ways still a child; he behaves just like my son and, like Ben, he needs protecting sometimes. I am responsible for him being here and I have to accept the blame for what has happened, what may happen.

Finally, I make a decision and pass responsibility to him.
‘OK, Heath, I can see this is what you want. Just don’t blame me for what happens.’

I turn on Felicity.
‘I’ll get him really hard and bring him out.’

She moves in close.
‘No, Sam, that’s my job remember. You tell everyone to settle down and I’ll bring him out when he’s ready.’

She stands full square in front of me, staring into my face, seeming to challenge me. I turn my back and walk away without hitting her again. That’ll show her.

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I stand there and watch as Samantha again slaps Felicity, this time though it is more calculated than via passion like the first slap. Is she buying for time, to think about all of this? I don't see what the big deal would be by posing with an erection, I know Sam is worried the women will rape me or something, but after she has just assaulted Felicity twice, and they have surely heard it, I doubt they will try anything now, if they were thinking that at all. Samantha always had a scariness about her, an anger buried not too far below the surface, just waiting to come out. And now it has.

The gentleman in me wants to go to Felicity's aid but I am terrified Samantha will see that as proof of some fling that isn't happening and won't be happening. Felicity is attractive, but I am enjoying my role as the tease who won't be had.

Felicity recovers and says "Come on, Sam. Show those so-called friends out there what’s he got. Show them what you've got and they haven’t."

I seem to be agreeing with her, I thought this was how it all started, whether it was said or not, I thought Samantha wanted to show me off to her friends, to brag about what she is banging.

You ask me if I am sure about doing this, I am about to answer but Felicity chimes in again, saying I would be fine and that she would help me maintain my pose, by which of course she means maintaining my erection, I am starting to lose the attraction for Felicity, she has been slapped twice already and still she gets in her own way, Samantha slaps her again, and again Felicity doesn't respond, does she know that she is that wrong and yet still just has to say and do what she does?

"Yes, I do want this Samantha, please, show me off, let the ladies see me the way you see me, let them see what you get to play with" I say to her.

Samantha turns on Felicity and says she will get me ready, Felicity says that is her job, that she will do it, I am being objectified even more now, not being able to have a say in who does what to my body, you turn and start to walk away. I have had enough of whatever is going on between the two of you, I don't care for it and I don't like being the battle ground.

"Samantha, stay, I want you to do it, please, and you Felicity, I have had enough, Samantha is my lady and she will make me hard and then display me for the class, she will be the one who maintains my pose and erection, if she wants others to touch it is only up to her" I say quite firmly, my nice guy facade gone, my patience with both these bickering women gone.

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This is a side of Heath I have not seen before. I have always seen him as a boy, but he behaves now like a man, a real man, one who is prepared to take control. I naturally deferred to Felicity as the teacher in charge of the class, but Heath isn’t prepared to do that. He makes clear what he wants and his authority is clear to both of us. He expresses his wish, but it takes effect as a command. I stop in my tracks and turn to watch Felicity pick up her glasses and leave. There is disappointment on her face, but admiration too. She is sensing what I feel and I am not just talking about what I feel in my mind, I am talking at a much more visceral level, which appeals to both of us as a woman. Here is a man who knows what he wants and asserts his right to it. His right to me.

Even as Felicity leaves, I know that she is a rival. She admires Heath for his body, respects him for his authority and command, and wants him, needs him to fulfill a need that all women feel. She will not give up.

I go to Heath, drawn by the knowledge of his desire and need for me. One tug of the cord releases the robe and I drop to my knees with his cock rising in my face. My hands glide up his thighs and cradle his balls, kneading them gently as if I am pumping his cock full. It shoots fully erect, the head bulging. My body tells me to take him, to strip off and ride him to our mutual satisfaction. But I cannot do that, not if he is to remain hard.

I take him by the hand and lead him out to the class. Felicity has told them that I will be posing Heath and adjusting his pose. She has probably added some bitchy comments as well. But whatever she has said, we have their full attention. Well, OK, Heath has their full attention. There was no point in trying to cover his erection with the robe. I leave it to fall as it will, parted by his cock riding proud before him. I move behind him, so that he will be visible to the whole class as I take the robe off his shoulders, like I am unwrapping my special present in front of my friends so that they can all see how lucky I am.

Heath adopts the pose that Felicity set, with little need for adjustment from me, but I behave just as Felicity did, touching him and stroking him just for my own pleasure and to show everyone, including that four-eyed bitch, that I can do what I want to him and with him. I lean over, my body pressing against his chest, and whisper in his ear.

‘Don’t worry if you start to flag, I’ll cum over the pump you up again.’

He grins back. By the look on his face he won’t need much attention from me. Not that that means he won’t be getting it. As I settle onto my chair, I realise that Heath and I will have to contain ourselves but in different ways. He is free to show off his feelings, whereas I have to contain mine. I have to sit here and try to concentrate despite the gnawing feeling in my crotch, the tingling in my clit, that distract me. The other women are all staring, not even pretending to study him as a model any longer. Their feelings show in different ways. Face flushed, chest heaving, nipples erect, mouth slightly ajar, tongue licking lips, eyes bright. Out of the corner of my eye Felicity is sitting on a chair watching Heath intently, her glasses perched on the end of her nose, like she is studying a specimen ready for dissection in a laboratory. I realise with a shock that she and I have adopted the same position, legs crossed tightly with our hands crushed hard into our crotches.

Tenatively, each of the students begins to change their drawing, concentrating on the task in hand rather than the body in front of them, at least pretending to, because their eyes show that they are looking only at one thing. I keep an eye on Heath’s cock too, naturally, just to be sure he doesn’t need any assistance. At first, I step forward and make a slight adjustment for the sake of it, to show my ownership and to warn off any thoughts that he is available. I hear and ignore the sighs of irritation behind me as I block his view. On my fourth trip, I bend down and lick a blob of cum that has formed on his cock, which responds with an inviting twitch. Heath lets out a soft moan and I back off. This is not a sex show and neither of us wants him to cum and deflate. It is time to concentrate on my drawing.

I rip my drawing off the easel and start afresh. I draw, and draw as I never have before, my hand moving without thought or deliberation, sketching the outline of his body, then filling in the details. And as I sketch I let my fantasies fly. I see the class going up to Heath as he lies on the couch. Each woman presents herself to him in turn, stripping off to reveal their slim bodies honed and tanned by their leisure hours spent in the gym and the beauty parlour. Each practices on him their sexual skills developed over decades with their husbands and lovers. One gives him a blowjob, another a handjob, while a third rides him cowgirl and a fourth lies on her back for him to mount her. Heath rises to the challenge, becoming hard again as each new woman presents herself for his service. But each time his orgasm is less powerfeul than the last and he struggles more and more to produce his cum.

When all the students have had their fill, Felicity presents herself. She strips to reveal erotic underwear and a strong muscular body, but Heath can no longer respond. He hangs soft and flaccid, his face straining as he tries to get hard. She works on him, with hands, tongue, lips, using her whole body to rub over against his, but to no avail. She retreats, defeated, deflated, frustrated and humiliated. Heath hangs his head in shame … until I step forward. I toss my clothes aside to reveal my overweight, flabby body with sagging tits, and Heath’s cock immediately responds. He pushes me face down onto the couch and takes me like a stallion servicing his first mare of the season. His orgasm lifts me into the air and he pumps me so full of cum that it overflows, running down our legs and forming a puddle on the floor.

‘That’s really very good, excellent in fact.’ Felicity’s voice brings me back to earth. I look at her in amazement; she has never praised anything I have done before. ‘Although …’ I glare at her, challenging her to criticise what I know is the best drawing I have ever made. She stammers on, her eyes focussed on the drawing. ‘Although … I’m not sure … it’s just that … well, have you got his face quite right?’

I look down at my drawing and there, staring back at me, are the beautifully drawn features of my son. Oh shit.

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With the fighting over for now, Felicity leaves, I almost expect Samantha to invite her to stay and watch, just so she can gloat some more, but this doesn't happen, do I want to be watched while I receive a head job? Well, truth be told probably, yes.

I can feel Samantha's disposition towards me change, I know she always saw me as a boy, placid, the truth is I am just laid back, like most men, I don't seek to make a fuss about things, I have a great deal of patience but it has it's limits, watching Samantha assault Felicity and then in turn Felicity keep opening the door for more abuse was just all too much for me, grown, mature women behaving like immature school girls. This was never meant to be a cat fight over my body, it was meant to be Samantha showing me off, getting one up on her friends who obviously exclude her.

Samantha approaches me and drops to her knees, she opens my robe exposing my cock which is at attention already in anticipation, she sucks me, slowly but hard, back and forward, but this isn't about making me cum or foreplay for sex, this is about making me hard so she can expose me to the class.

She leads me out back to where the class are sitting, my robe left without the belt done up, my hard cock bobbing up and down and in and out like some kind of erotic peek-a-boo. I stand before the women and Samantha walks behind me, taking my robe off, displaying me for her friends to see, my cock still hard with the rush of excitement, I watch as they all stare at me, this is now what I had in mind rather than a normal art class, I want to be looked at, to be the cause of their lust, I want to be the tease for them, the object of Samantha's and I now want Felicity to really be jealous of Samantha.

I adopt the pose and Samantha assures me that she will pump me up if needed. I lie back, and tilt my hips a little so my cock is pointing upwards at an angle, a symbol of virility and illicit sex.

Samantha and Felicity are sitting in the same manner, legs crossed, it is sexy, something about that position is always sexy, I watch them, they are at odds with each other and yet only one will have me, Samantha should feel more assured and yet she doesn't, Felicity had a chance however slim, but now all I want to do is torment her, I want her to watch while me and Samantha fuck, possibly even making Felicity insert me into Samantha's dripping cunt, my thoughts make my cock harder, I am free to think at will now, erect is what I am supposed to be.

I feel some pre cum forming on my cock, I am as excited as I can be, Samantha walks over as she has done a few times now, just to show ownership really, she bends over me and licks it off, I look at the class as she does this, some lick their lips, others smile in a rather salacious manner, I am a show, a prop in a show all for them.

I like it.

I see Samantha start a new drawing, I wonder what she is thinking, have I become a whore in her mind, a whore to pimp out to her friends while she stands by and collects the money? Is it the former fat kid inside me that makes me crave this attention so much, the fat teen who was teased by girls simply because he found the courage to say hi to them? Does this inner fat kid now want to torment women and make them pay to be around him? Yes, yes he does.

My cock drips again, I see Felicity standing by you, and then a look of shock on your face, what has happened I wonder.

One of the women, wearing a short skirt, opens her legs a little, I can see her white panties, she looks at me and smiles, I wonder if she would pay.

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I recover quickly from my mistake.

‘Of course, I’ve changed his face so that no one will recognise him if they see the drawing. Heath wouldn’t want everyone to know that he has posed nude.’

Felicity has never seen my son, neither has Heath, so they can’t know what I have done.

‘The rest of the drawing is accurate, though, isn’t it?’

She puts her glasses on the end of her nose, in what to a man would probably be a cute and sexy pose, and studies the drawing while taking occasional lingering looks at Heath over the top of her frames. Finally, she delivers her expert verdict.

‘Yes, although I think his cock is actually a little larger in real life than you’ve drawn it.’

I give her my most acidic smile.

‘You should know, you’ve been staring at it long enough.’

Felicity pushes her glasses up to the bridge of her nose and stalks off to see the other drawings. I take my chance to check out my fellow students. Everyone of them, in her own way, is sending out vibes to Heath. Everything from occasional flirtatious glances to legs spread open in invitation. If Heath has ever lacked confidence in himself, as I suspect he has, these reactions should reassure him that he is not lacking the physical attributes that appeal to experienced women.

But I am forgetting my promise. While Felicity moves from drawing to drawing and Heath is no longer required to maintain his pose, it is important that he stays hard so that we can make any final adjustments we need to finish off our work. He is not showing any signs of flagging, but giving him some attention will distract him from responding to the signals that the others are sending out loud and clear, and it will remind them that he is with me. They can keep their hands off him, and everything else too.

What shall I do? Public exposure is Heath’s fantasy, not mine. I have never performed sex in public and never had any wish to expose my technique to the critical judgment of my friends. Anything I do will have to be judged carefully. He responded very quickly when I licked his cock earlier; it won’t take much to get him off, and that will ruin the drawings, at least until he can get hard again. Not to mention my own feelings. I need that cock inside me; once I get started, will I be able to stop myself. The image of me mounting and riding him while the others carry on drawing flashes into my mind, only to be immediately suppressed.

I am going to have to be subtle, which is not one of my strong points. I stroll over and sit down on the couch next to Heath, crossing my legs tightly, my skirt barely touching his naked leg.

‘How are you doing, lover?’ I ask as casually as I can manage and hopefully loud enough for everyone to hear.

I let my hand rest gently on his thigh. Not moving, just resting. About half way up. I keep my eyes on him, not looking at what his happening behind me, although I hear the chatter fade away as my friends start to notice where I am. I drop my voice.

‘Tell me what you’ve been thinking while you’ve been lying here. If you couldn’t have me, which of those women would you most fancy and why?’

Hopefully this will keep his mind on sex without having to get physical.

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I watch Felicity for a moment as she puts her glasses on, she resembles a sexy librarian type, that safe and homely yet horny look that guys, especially younger inexperienced ones like so much. She looks at Samantha's drawing and nods for a moment before moving on to the other women, I guess she drew me well.

Now that the rush has worn off and the bickering between Sam and Flick has died down, I start to analyze how I feel about this experience, being naked in front of an audience is rather liberating, I feel lucky to be the naked one and the women in some ways unlucky to have to keep their clothes on, I of course am also a tease for them, I wonder how many husbands will be raped tonight due to my image running through their wives minds. I don't feel odd for being naked or uncomfortable and yet I am very aware I am indeed very naked and exposed, a turn on of sorts for sure.

Samantha comes back over, maybe my erection is starting to flag, I want to stroke myself for all of them, but perhaps that is too much, there still seem to be some boundaries in place.

She places her hand gently on my exposed thigh, her skirt touches me as she moves back and forward and talks to me, asking how I am, using the word "lover" loudly to irritate the other women no doubt. I am her trophy, I am happy to be that. She asks me what I have been thinking about, who I would want to have sex with in the class if I didn't have her.

"The funny thing is, I haven't really thought about having sex with any of them, not in a really graphic way" I start to answer her having already smiled warmly as a way of answering how I am going.

"I have thought more about the women touching me, fondling me, stroking me, more that kind of thing than anything involving me being inside them, I wish I could walk among them and dance among them even" I keep explaining and I feel that my cock although never limp was softer as I now feel it harden again.

Then another thought enters my mind, "Do you know what a train is? Usually it is one woman who is fucked by a series of men, or sometimes she just gives head, I was thinking...." I pause at my dark thought, not knowing how Samantha will respond. "Well I was thinking that I would kneel and the women line up and I give them all oral" I explain blushing a little but my cock betrays my shyness, hardening rigid. I realize that is why Samantha had come over, to make me hard again.

"Mission accomplished" I say to her with a shy grin.

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The thought of Heath eating out these women in turn is hot. His cock stiffens up nicely as he tells me what he’s been thinking, and my thighs are getting hotter by the second. I imagine the women queuing for his attention. Or would they? Perhaps some would get so desperate, seeing him service the others, that they couldn’t wait any longer and fights would break out. Others might start fingering themselves while they waited. And I could kiss him after each one, savouring the taste of all my friends. Which sets me wondering how they would each taste. Felicity would definitely have a sour taste, lemon probably.

It’s good that he doesn’t want to be inside them, though. That would be a betrayal. Fuck, would I really feel that? Is fuck-them-and-dump-them Sam actually feeling like that about this man? I’d like to keep that cock to myself, and his sperm too, although he has plenty to go around. I get as turned on thinking about him planting his seed inside me as I do actually getting fucked. I’m too old to start breeding again, though, certainly with someone who’ll soon move on to a younger model.
Thinking of models brings me back to the present and what he’s just told me. Was that just a fantasy or would he really like to eat these women out in turn? In public? Would he want to eat me too or would he then fuck me harder than usual? In front of them all?

Listening to him and thinking like this has had the desired effect on Heath, but it’s worked its effect on me too. My thighs are crossed as tight as they can get, my feet entwined around my calves. My nails are digging into his thigh. I don’t know how he plans to hold out, he must have the self-control of a monk. But I know I can’t wait until the end of the class.

I stand up, lean over him and whisper in his ear.

‘Finger fuck me, Heath, right now, I can’t hold out any longer. Quickly, while the others aren’t looking. I’m dripping.’

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I study Samantha's face as I finish telling her how I have been thinking of her running a train on me, I am a little nervous as my memory is still fresh with her jealousy fueled assault on Felicity, but she did ask what I have been thinking and that seems to be my primary thought, what a nice way to end a day of objectification, to be used in a manner where I don't receive any physical pleasure myself.

She leans over and tells me to finger her, she is dripping and needs some relief now, I smile and while the other women aren't looking I slide my hand up her skirt and pull her panties aside. I feel her finger nails digging into my thigh, it seems to push more blood into my already engorged cock, I feel her wetness, she is dripping, her thick nectar drizzling my finger, I play with her clitoris and then slide it inside her slowly.

"mmmmm maybe you could hold the back of my head even and push my face into their cunts" I say to her as I play with her, "You could stand by like a pimp and charge them, taking money from each one" I add still engrossed in the fantasy and knowing how it is making her so hot and wet. Then more ideas flood my brain "Imagine me, chained to a bed, your friends come in, pay you and then they ride me, imagine making money off me" I groan perhaps a little too loudly, my finger still inside you, one of the women, the matronly one overhears and looks over at us, she smiles but doesn't say anything, she wants to watch, she likes the show.

"What's her name, the chubby one with dark hair, she is watching, I moaned too loud, how much would you sell me for Samantha?" I ask.

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Sometimes I get like this and this is one of those times. I know as soon as Heath touches me. Too much lubrication and too little friction. It’s going to take a while. But everyone is engrossed behind us, so I grip his fingers as tight as I can and push hard against them as discreetly as I can. The last thing I want is a set of heaving buttocks to draw attention to what is happening.

I know what’s coming. It’s already starting, like an express train that you can just see coming over the horizon. And I know how it’ll end, like it always does, with my husband clamping his hand over my mouth and stifling my screams, which makes my pleasure all the more intense. And whispering urgently ‘Sssh, you’ll wake Ben.’ Not knowing that Ben is there, watching through the crack of the door, as he often does, which of course is why my orgasm was as intense as it was.

Which is why it’s going to be so intense now, with the others here with us, not watching that’s true, but present in the room, especially as Heath begins to describe what he would do to them, and how I would be involved, like I am controlling their pleasure through him, like I am fucking my friends one at a time. I fight to control myself, knowing that just a soft moan will be enough to get everyone’s attention.

And he’ll be eating Felicity too. Or maybe I could prevent that or at least stop him before she is satisfied, leaving her frustrated and desperate for relief.

And now he is talking as if he has someone in mind and looking over my shoulder. I turn my head and see Amy watching. Can he really be interested in that frump? The thought is in my mind and the words almost out of my mouth, when I realise that she is very like me. Same age, less attractive than the others, something of a loner. Is that the type that attracts Heath? Is he interested in me because I look like her? I wonder what his mother looks like. Is he attracted to us because we resemble her? Is this some sort of suppressed feelings about his mother coming out with me and now with, well goodness knows how many? He can’t get the two of us off and hope that no one else will notice.

‘Her name’s Amy’ I whisper.

And what about Amy? Does she have a son like Heath and is having the same feelings for him as he is for her? Which gets me thinking about Ben. Suppose he’s somewhere right now, posing like this, trying to earn some extra money? How would I feel if I were sitting there watching, like Amy is?

But there is no more time to think, only to act. I beckon her with a slight movement of my head.

I don’t need to ask her if she wants to join in. The urgent rise and fall of her bosom and her flushed face tell me all I, and Heath, need to know.

‘It’s going to cost you’ I whisper.

‘That’s fine’ she replies. ‘I can pay, just tell me how much later.’

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So, Amy is the lady who has been watching me the most intently since I have disrobed for the group, she is similar to Samantha, she is a little chubbier, but basically the same, she has a beautiful face and smile and she seems to have more going on in then the other women who mostly seem emotionally vacant.

I continue playing with Samantha's pussy, but it has slowed now, become more precise and sensual, my touch is firmer, and although my finger is the only part inside her, I feel her on my cock as well. It tingles as she moves back and forward to the rhythm of my hand.

I know Freud would come up with all types of crack pot theories about my attraction to older homely women, he would no doubt say that I am attracted to my mother. Nothing could be further from the truth though, my mother was slim, a fitness fanatic, almost sinewy body wise a shape that has never appealed to me, a woman should be soft, comforting, a lush body to feel against my hard and strong form. Samantha and Amy are beacons of all night sex for me, although their ages add an extra appeal with their maturity, it is their bodies I lust, I see the odd curvy girl at college and they have a similar effect on me, nice big soft curvy bodies, I gasp again in my thoughts.

To my surprise you beckon Amy over and a short discussion of payment is had, it is official now, I am property, I am stock to be bought and sold at will. I have to brace myself as the thought nearly makes me cum, Samantha looks at me and strokes my inner thigh, my recently released finger glossy from her wetness.

Amy smiles at me, "The things I have been thinking about you Heath" she says with a horny and yet still innocent smile, she starts to caress my cheek, and slides her hand down to my chest, circling my nipples and working her way down to my stomach, I feel her thigh pressing against my shoulder as she moves to imaginary music, her thighs are soft, fleshy, the material of her dress a little rough and scratchy, her fingers trace down to my cock, I close my eyes, I have two beautiful soft and mature women watching over me, Amy runs her hands over my cock, then changes to her finger tips, just running over it softly, I buck in a spasm from the pleasure.

She stops and walks back to my face, then my world goes black, she has placed a black scarf over my eyes, I feel fear and excitement and then, I feel something so soft on my lips, I realise it must be Amy's breast, at first it is just run over my lips, my face, a large soft and so beautiful breast, I try and bite it gently but she moves it away teasingly, then I feel both her breasts hovering over my face, they are similar to Samantha's, maybe more droopy, Samantha's are still quite tight and firm but they have the stretch marks that I love so much, the fine little wrinkles that come from having to bear the weight of what can only best be described as jugs.

I lick and suck her breasts and I get off on her moans of pleasure, I have to wonder how the other women cannot notice or see what is happening now. Then Amy becomes more and more wild in her movements, I have heard some women can orgasm from having their breasts sucked and played with, soon I feel that she has in fact achieved this, she slows and becomes more gentle and then backs off all together.

The scarf is removed from my eyes and I see all the women watching, clutching various body parts and some sucking their fingers, playing with their lips.

My cock is still hard, but I can pre cum all over the head, I am straining myself to hold back, I clutch onto your dress and pull you towards me, caressing your thigh.

Amy comes back into view, she is smiling at me warmly and doing up the last of the buttons on her blouse, some of her cleavage is still visible and her breasts look as good as they taste.

I lie back and let the women look at me and wonder what you will have them do to me next.

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The sight of the entire class salivating over Heath makes my brain flip. Naturally, I blame Heath.

‘Look at what you’ve done. Just look at them. This was supposed to be a private thing, just for the two of us to enjoy. Now everyone wants in on it. This isn’t an art class any more. It more like a sex show or an orgy.’

This is a chance to have a go at Felicity. I glare at her venomously.

‘You’re supposed to be in charge or at least responsible. How can you have let this happen?’

I feel better for that, so back to Heath.

‘This is what you’ve wanted all along isn’t it. You’re not interested in me or this private thing you told me about. You’ve wanted a lot of middle-aged women to dance attention around your cock. Go on, admit it.’

It is at this point that Felicity chooses to make an unhelpful intervention.

‘Come off your high horse, Sam. What did you think would happen if you put a young stud on display in front of a class of mature women? You were hoping to get off on this just as much as he was. It’s no use complaining when others want some of the action too.’

I am sorely tempted to slap her again, but it doesn’t seem to make any difference, so I take a different tack and ignore her. Instead, I turn on the class.

‘Look at you, just look at you. you should be ashamed of yourselves. You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked man before. You’ve all seen plenty, and a lot more than your husbands know about. Act your age. You’re behaving like overheated teenagers at a male strip show.’

Felicity now makes another ill-timed intervention.

‘That’s rich, that is, coming from you, Sam. You’ve had his fingers up your cunt on full display.’

On display. Shit, I thought no one had noticed. There’s no way I’m going to take that from this four-eyed little bitch.

‘If you’d been in my place, you’d have wanted more that his fingers up your cunt.’

Amy has now cooled off and takes the opportunity to make things worse for me.

‘How much would you have charged for that, Samantha?’ She turns to the class to explain herself. ‘She’s charging me for what he let me do.’

‘Great’ called a voice from the back.

Now others start to chime in. ‘Yea, let’s have an auction. Let’s put him up for auction.’

‘Highest bid milks him.’ That was Felicity. I storm across and slap her so hard so spins round, falls down and lands on her ass. Naturally, her legs fall open. Wide.

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I watch in horror as you flip out again, what is it with you and anger? What the fuck is going on, a private thing? How private was it ever supposed to be with all your friends here? I am getting angry and I am starting to feel stupid once again being naked while all this commotion is going on around me.

The art class ended when the women were more interested in fucking me than drawing me and that was pretty much straight away! Felicity and her constant adjustment of my poses, which led to me posing with an erection, then you come over and try and help me out and we get so worked up that Amy sees us and then she naturally wanted a turn and you offered to rent me to her.

A part of me feels like walking out, I have had enough of bitch time here, now it's all coming out as you try and defend an indefensible position and Amy lets slip about charging for my attention. And still more comes out, me fingering you, and then Felicity puts her foot in her mouth again and says they should auction me off. And again you slap Felicity sending her flying.

For a second I think about taking you, just taking you into my arms and kissing you and fucking you right there, but I decide against it, you seem too volatile, I might end up on rape charges, then the quiet sneaky side of me comes into play, what if I just walked out, are they all too busy fighting to even notice?

Some of the women gather around Felicity helping her up, and I get up off of the love seat I have been posing on, I don't know what the best thing is to do but I do know that this idea, what should have been a fun lighthearted act has ignited your jealousy or hit some nerve in you and I have had enough of it.

I start to get dressed again, I look at you and tilt my head as if to say 'fuck this, lets go home', again the gentlemanly side of me wins out and I don't leave you there but I know we will need to talk about this if we are to stay together or whatever the fuck you would call what it is we have.

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I stand over Felicity, staring down at her, breathing hard and my mind puzzled.

What is it about her? It’s like she deliberately provokes me. Does she enjoy getting hit? Maybe she feels the need to be punished. But for what? Something she’s done or something she’s thinking? Or maybe she’s just not right in the head. She sits there on the floor smiling sweetly at me as if I have just said ‘Hello, nice to meet you’ rather than slapped her so hard she’s flat on her ass.

I glare down at her.

‘You’re to blame for this.’ I hiss. ‘If you’d kept your hands off Heath, no one else would have got ideas about him. If you’d treated him like any other model, he’d just have posed and everything would have been fine.’

OK, I know, I’m not being consistent. I’ve blamed Heath and now I’m blaming Felicity. I’ll probably blame someone else later, perhaps when I am on my own I may even accept that I was responsible. But that’s later and this is now. And right now I’m blaming this little bitch.

She stays calm, irritatingly calm. Worse, she presumes to advise me to do the same.

‘Stay calm, Sam. Get real. What did you think would happen with a naked stud like that and a class full of women? We’ve got the experience to know how to use him and he’s got the stamina to take it. It’s the perfect combination, Sam. Can’t you see that?’

The thought forms in my head that this is disgusting, a woman of her age talking like this about a buy young enough to be her son. Then another thought forms, he’s young enough to be my son too, so I keep quiet and think of something else to say. Thinking can be tricky, so this takes a while.

The silence is broken by a commotion behind me. Felicity breaks her eye contact and leans around me to see what is happening. As I turn, I hear Amy call out ‘He’s leaving.’

Other voices join in. ‘Stop him.’ ‘Grab him.’ ‘Quick before he runs for it.’

The women move in a pack. They form a phalanx, blocking the exits and forming a circle, moving in on Heath, pulling at his clothes. It’s like they’ve planned and rehearsed this manoeuvre. Is this just instinct or have they done this before?

I turn back on Felicity. She’s on her feet now and trying to get passed me, keen to join in. She gives me an especially sweet smile.

‘Don’t worry, Sam. You can have him back when we’ve finished with him.’

Then it dawns on me. She’s told them Heath would be coming, agreed with them what they’d do. She used me to get a stud for her friends. They’re only after one thing now. They’re going to rape him.

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I have gotten dressed and walking to the door, Samantha is still glaring over Felicity, I wonder if she will pounce and finish her off for good, the aggression is unbelievable and women think men are hormonal idiots!

I make my way to the door and am about half way there when Amy calls out "He's leaving", shocked and a feeling a little betrayed after our intimate encounter together I look around and see the women come at me like a pack, blocking the door, some pulling at my clothes.

I see you look at Felicity and she tells you not to worry that you can have me back when they are finished with me.

Am I about to be pack raped? My mind can't quite get around that, how are women going to rape a man.

I feel angry and I know if I have to my strength will get me out of this, but at the same time I am angry at Samantha, if she had of been cooler with the whole thing, not assaulted Felicity so often or at all! This would have gone more to plan, this could have been an erotic adventure, I go back in time a few minutes, I gave Samantha a chance, I wanted her to leave with me, she was more interested in glaring at Felicity.

Perhaps our time is over, I have thought about Samantha throughout all of this and yet she has just blamed me.

"If we are going to have some fun ladies, then lets do it the nice way huh" I start to say, taking control again. Really they have no choice but to listen, I am prepared to only think about myself now, but the idea of being the stud bull who gets to fuck all the cows is too tempting.

"One at a time, tell me where you want it and who goes first" I say to them as they start to relax now, knowing they will get to sample me.

He looked at Samantha, ever since they started seeing each other she had tried to diminish their relationship and how he felt about her and yet she was nothing but jealous during this whole fantasy art session but she still wouldn't admit how she felt about him.

He looked at her as if to say, 'Tell me how you feel or I will fuck every one of these women'.

RE: The Trophy - Cougar Girl & Little Rooster

Heath stares across at me. He’s trying to send me a message, but I can’t read it through the mass of bodies milling around him. And what good would it be if I could see into his mind and understand what he wants to tell me?

Is he really so arrogant that he thinks he can service all these women? We know from the other day that four fucks are his limit and there are a lot more than four women here. How will they react when he can’t perform any more?

Is he really so naïve and inexperienced that he thinks he can control this pack? I smile at the thought that they will form an orderly queue to be taken, each according to their preference, while the others wait and watch. Does he imagine them discussing their husbands while they stand in line?

My maternal instincts cut in. He doesn’t know what he’s let himself in for. He needs protecting, from himself as much as from these women. But what can I do? I can’t take on all these women, they would easily overpower me. And I can’t get him out, because he’s so obviously relishing the attention and the opportunity. All I can do is stand by and try to help him later if I can, when the frenzy subsides.

Was I really so naïve as well? He’s not given me a moment’s thought. I shouldn’t have expected any different. Like all men, he only thinks with his cock. What’s he going to be like after this? Physically, he’ll be useless for days, whatever they do to him. His cock will be sore and swollen, his balls dry and shrivelled. No fucking use to me. And mentally as well, being at the mercy of this lot will show him a new side to women. He’ll see all of them, including me, in a different light from now on.

Their response is exactly what I would have expected. They see his offer as a sign of weakness. This isn’t a queue at the supermarket where they will all patiently wait their turn. This is more like the free for all on the first day of the sales with everyone desperate to grab the bargain before the others get their hands on it. Hands is the operative word. They push and shove him back towards the couch, pulling his clothes off as they go. By the time he is flat on his back, he is stark naked and they are all over him.

Felicity, who else?, is first with her kit off, having given herself a head start by wearing nothing under her dress. She stands at his head, naked except for her glasses and a dense patch of thick dark pubes. As she lowers her crotch over his face, panties fly through the air and after some pushing and shoving one of the women mounts his cock, while others fight for his hands and guide them over their breasts or up their thighs. All that I can see of Heath are his feet and calves.

Naturally, no one has invited me along to the party. I look around and see Amy, left out like me, but at least she’s had her turn. The quiet mousey one who got in first. No wonder she has a big grin on her face. There’s a moral there somewhere.

So what am I supposed to do? I could go home – no way, not until I’ve given this boy a piece of my mind. I could wait my turn – no way, this was my meat and someone has put it into their sandwich, there’s no way I’m going to eat their leftovers. I could sulk – but actually that’s not my character at all. Instead, I sit down and take some time to think.

Amy wanders over.

‘You’re looking very thoughtful, Sam. What are you thinking?’

No way am I going to tell her that I imagining what it would be like if it were my son Ben under that pile of writhing, wriggling, giggling bodies.