My model girlfriend in the classroom

This happened during my university years. Friends familiar with my girlfriend's story know that we were classmates in high school, and she entered university a year earlier than me. I went to the same university as her the following year, and by then she was already the president of the student union in her department. Because she was busy with her department's work, she had fallen behind in many of her major courses, and with the end of the semester approaching, she hadn't finished her assignments. So she asked me to help her complete them.
My girlfriend was a year ahead of me, and their course that semester was figure drawing. We hadn't even started learning it yet. Everyone had heard that there were figure drawing classes in university art, and many people, including myself, had asked me if university figure drawing classes involved drawing real people, and whether they were really naked and sitting there for us to draw. It was indeed drawing real people, but the models weren't as good as you might imagine. They were all middle-aged women, their figures long since out of shape, lying there like a lump of flesh, completely devoid of feeling.
That day was Friday morning, right after class, and my girlfriend was waiting for me at the classroom door. Today, she was wearing a white silk dress with yellow flowers, a halter top, and a light pink vest over it. She was wearing white stockings with lace trim at the crotch, the soft fabric accentuating her full, firm breasts, slender waist, and long legs.
The boys in the hallway stared, mesmerized. Under their envious gazes, my girlfriend dragged me to their classroom. Inside, a large screen stood by a sign that read "No Trespassing." Their class didn't have morning classes, so the classroom was empty. It was filled with easels arranged in a circle around a large still life table, covered with a blanket—presumably where the model sat. My girlfriend's easel was next to the window, next to another screen—the model's changing area. Looking at her easel, a jumble of messy lines made it impossible to decipher what she was drawing. "How do we fix this?" I asked.
She looked bewildered and said, "Just draw what you see." No photos were allowed in figure drawing class, and without any reference objects, it was impossible to even begin. I told my girlfriend about the problem, and she also felt it was a bit difficult. She said, "What should we do? The assignment is due next Monday. Brother, think of a way!" I joked, "How about you be the model and I'll give it a try?" My girlfriend didn't think much of it and said, "Why didn't I think of that!" Saying that, she walked to the still life table, plopped down on it, and said, "Let's draw!"
"How can I draw this? This is life drawing. You're wearing so many clothes, so we can't see the internal structure at all. It's the same as drawing from memory!" My girlfriend then realized what I meant, but there was no other way. My girlfriend seemed to have made a big decision. She took off her vest, then her skirt, and unhooked her bra. In no time, she was only wearing stockings. Seeing that my girlfriend was about to take off her stockings, I quickly said, "Okay, no need for stockings. It won't affect anything." Actually, I wanted to satisfy my stocking fetish.
By this time, I was already erect. My girlfriend followed my gaze and saw my erection, blushing as she said, "Bad brother, what do you want? Hurry up and draw, Xiaoyu will play with brother after you finish your homework."
I also thought that now was indeed not the right time for that, so I changed the paper and started drawing.
Although I had never drawn a human figure before, I had copied a lot of master figure paintings. In less than an hour, I had almost finished the basic outline, only lacking the details. My pencil moved back and forth on the paper, watching my girlfriend's full breasts rise and fall, and then looking at the bloated bodies on the surrounding drawing boards, the styles were completely different. Imagining that I was in class, my girlfriend was lying on the still life table, being stared at by the whole class, my penis couldn't help but get hard again. Thinking that I was almost finished, I picked up my phone and took a few photos from my angle, and said to my girlfriend, "Let's take a break. I've taken the photos, next time we'll pose like this and continue drawing." My girlfriend also sat down. Exhausted from hours of drawing, she couldn't wait to see my artwork. I pulled my girlfriend onto my lap, hugged her from behind, one hand touching her stockings, the other grabbing her breast. She realized she was still naked and tried to get up, but I held her tightly, preventing her from moving. "Xiaoyu, don't rush, look at how it is!" The drawing depicted a shapely young woman lying languidly, one hand supporting her full breasts, the other touching her genitals. Her eyes were closed, her cherry-like lips slightly parted. Although details weren't depicted, the expression was incredibly lifelike. Anyone familiar with her would immediately recognize her as my girlfriend. She blushed and complained, "Who told you to draw it so realistically and get caught?" "What am I going to do? And where do you see those poses?! How am I going to submit this as homework?" I laughed and said, "With clothes on, who would guess who this is? As for this pose, it's just that Xiaoyu is so charming that I couldn't help but draw what I imagined." As I said this, I pulled my girlfriend's hand and put it inside my crotch. "Now that you've finished drawing, it's time to 'play' properly." I might have emphasized "play" a bit, but my girlfriend was aroused by my touch. She turned around, hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "How do you want to play, brother?" As she spoke, my girlfriend breathed hot air into my ear and licked my earlobe with her soft tongue. My penis got even harder from her touch, and it kept thrusting in her hand. My girlfriend laughed and said, "Brother has something down there." "You've reacted, don't you want to fuck Xiaoyu in the classroom?" My girlfriend knew I liked her when she was horny, so she deliberately used vulgar language to provoke me. I said, "Sure! But class is about to start, what if your classmates see us?" "No, there's still more than an hour before class, no one will be here right now. If anyone comes, consider them free human models!" Since she'd already said that much, I simply stopped thinking about it. I picked up my girlfriend and stood up. My girlfriend clung to me like an octopus, and I unbuckled my belt, releasing my already hard penis. I guided my girlfriend's buttocks and inserted it all the way into her vagina. My girlfriend, who had been teasing me for so long, was already incredibly aroused. With the insertion of my penis, she let out a groan of "Ah!" My girlfriend's two slender legs, clad in stockings, were tightly wrapped around my waist, her small hands clinging to my neck. Her face wore an expression of pure bliss, exactly like the one in the painting before me. She wasn't heavy; her petite figure was easily lifted by me. I supported her buttocks with both hands, stroking my penis up and down. She clung to me tightly, making moaning sounds.
After a while, feeling a bit exhausted, I carried her to the still-life table. The hem of her white stockings had lace trim, which, combined with her fair skin, made her even more alluring. I reached out and stroked her long, beautiful legs, then picked up her high heels and put them on her. Her soft, dark pubic hair lay flat on her mons pubis, and her pink labia opened and closed like a baby's mouth, waiting for something to enter. I touched her tender labia; they were wet and soft. I hoisted one of my girlfriend's thighs onto my shoulder, stroking her smooth thigh while guiding my thick penis to her soft labia. "Xiaoyu, I'm coming!" With a thrust, "whoosh..." it slid in more than halfway, and my girlfriend's thighs tightened. My girlfriend's brow furrowed slightly; the angle was deep enough. She let out a soft "Mmm!"
She was wearing white high heels, her left leg raised and resting on my shoulder, her right leg curled up in front of her chest, the white high heel half-hanging on her right toe, swaying in front of her chest. Her pair of snow-white breasts trembled with my rhythm.
As I pulled my penis outward, my girlfriend's pink labia turned outward, my thick penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, making a "squelch, squelch" sound. My girlfriend trembled slightly, letting out soft moans. I imagined the whole class gathering around this still life table to draw in an hour, while one of them was lying here enjoying a sexual climax. A surge of urge to ejaculate washed over me, and I thrust a few times faster, then pulled out my penis and quickly inserted it into my girlfriend's slightly open mouth. Before she could react, she opened her mouth wide, and a stream of milky white semen spurted from my penis. Some of it went into her mouth, and most of it landed on her face, her hair, and the blanket beneath her.
After a passionate encounter, we were both quite tired. My girlfriend, wearing only white stockings, lay back on the still life table, her pair of full, white breasts prominently displayed, firm even while lying down. I stood beside her, naked, my hands constantly caressing her entire body, and soon my penis was hard again. Looking at my swollen penis, my girlfriend asked, "Brother, haven't you had enough?" "How could I? Xiaoyu can never have enough sex!" As I spoke, my penis was rock hard. I grabbed one of my girlfriend's small, cute feet, still covered in stockings, and played with it while thrusting my penis back into her wet vagina. "Squelch...squelch..." My girlfriend was very wet, and her vagina was tight; every time I thrust, it made a "sizzling" sound. My penis almost reached the deepest part of her vagina with each thrust, and with each thrust, my girlfriend trembled, her red lips parted slightly, and she let out a moan. My girlfriend had one leg draped over my shoulder, and her other thigh, encased in pure white stockings, was also raised high, swaying back and forth with my thrusts: "Ah...oh...ouch...um...um..." My girlfriend was completely releasing her excitement, waves of intense pleasure crashing over her, causing her to moan incessantly, her voice growing louder and her breathing heavier, occasionally letting out uncontrollable cries, "Ah...um..." Each moan was accompanied by a long exhale, her face tightening as if in pain, yet also as if in pleasure. "Ah...ah...ahhhhhhhh..." My girlfriend had completely forgotten that she was in a classroom, constantly calling out. I sped up my thrusts a few more times, put my girlfriend's legs down, and pulled my penis out. My girlfriend suddenly felt a void in her lower body and said, "Don't...don't pull it out."
"You slut, did you enjoy it? Lie down." I deliberately profaned my girlfriend, and she obediently knelt on the still life table, her white, round buttocks visible through the lace trim of her stockings, her two wet labia in the middle. I spread my girlfriend's kneeling legs apart, grabbed her waist with both hands, and thrust in with a "plop." "Ouch...ahhhhhhh..." My girlfriend almost collapsed from the impact of this unexpected entry. I reached under her, grasped her breasts, and began to thrust rapidly. Our flesh collided with a loud "slap, slap," and my girlfriend, breathless, let out soft moans.
"Click,"
just as we were getting really into it, I heard the sound of a lock being opened outside the door. Damn it, I checked the time—2:20! We'd been doing this in the classroom for over an hour without realizing it. Class starts at 3:00. Who could this be? Coming so early! Whoever it is, we can't explain ourselves like this if they find out.
My girlfriend hurriedly picked up her clothes from the floor, not even having time to put on a skirt, just her vest. She sat on the stool, covering her legs with the skirt, one hand holding it down, the other pulling at her shirt to avoid being exposed. I quickly pulled up my pants, stuffed my penis into my crotch, and sat back down in my girlfriend's seat. My girlfriend squatted down next to me. I picked up a pencil and pretended to draw on paper. Just then, someone came in from the doorway. Seeing me drawing, he clearly hadn't realized there was anyone in the classroom. He looked at me, then at my girlfriend beside him. "Zhang Tao, why are you here so early? Um, this is my brother, he came to help me correct my homework!" My girlfriend stammered a few words. "Oh, I'm coming right away..." "Homework's collected! I came early to work overtime drawing too."
Zhang Tao said, glancing at my old sketchbook. He looked at the person in the drawing with a puzzled expression. My girlfriend, seeing her classmate staring at her nude portrait, blushed bright red. "Xiao Yu, I don't think this drawing looks like our model. Our models don't have such a good figure!" It seemed Zhang Tao hadn't figured out who I was drawing. My girlfriend quickly said, "Art comes from life, but transcends life. Of course, it has to beautify! Stop looking, go back to your drawing!" Seeing my girlfriend clinging to me, Zhang Tao, not wanting to be a third wheel, reluctantly went back to his seat to pack his things. My girlfriend and I both breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he hadn't noticed. But there was still a problem. My girlfriend was almost completely naked, wearing only a short jacket, and she was completely naked underneath. She could only squat next to me. If she stood up, she would be exposed. Class was about to start, and the students would soon be coming in. Due to the rules of the anatomy class, outsiders weren't allowed to enter freely, so I had to leave the classroom.
I glanced at Zhang Tao; his easel was on the other side of the classroom. Since there was no model, he wasn't looking this way and was currently engrossed in revising his painting. I pointed to the screen next to us, signaling my girlfriend to hide behind it where the model was changing clothes. My girlfriend quietly moved behind the screen, lifting her skirt. Suddenly, I mischievously pulled down her bra. My girlfriend couldn't do anything about it and hid behind the screen to put on her clothes. Her full breasts bounced like two little white rabbits, her pink nipples protruding from the straps. I grinned wickedly, waved her bra in front of her face, and then stuffed it into my pocket. My girlfriend was speechless with anger, but she grabbed my still-erect penis hard. I cried out in pain, attracting the attention of Zhang Tao. I felt we'd had enough for today, so I stood up and said, "You can take care of the rest. I have to go!" With that, I got up and left my seat. Just then, a few more students came in, and I quickly left the classroom.
This story ends here. It truly happened to someone I know. I've exaggerated some details for readability, but most of it is true!
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