A Valentine's Day Anal Surprise

We had another four minutes, and I felt Allison's urgency build. I hoped this wouldn't be the pose Bethany selected for Thursday since I couldn't hold out an entire hour and a half without coming in front of the class. Allison had no inhibition to orgasm and started with a minute remaining. Her tensed muscles and tightly controlled quivering gave it away. True to her word, she squirted over my stomach. The timer rang as she calmed down, and Bethany came to the model stand.

Bethany was effusive. "Stunning, Allison. I've been walking among the students, observing their work. Their preparatory sketching laid the groundwork for most of them to capture your expression at the climax of the pose. Brilliant work, and thank you for your contribution. Eric, I understand your situation and applaud your efforts to support these poses within your framework. Thanks so much. Please take a well-deserved few minutes before the third pose."

Allison laid down on my chest. I hugged her; the only thing I could do that seemed appropriate. My hard cock pressed against her pussy and ass, but she didn't say anything and soon slid off to my right.

"Thanks, Eric, that was perfect. Great job of shaving your pubes. No stubble at all down there. Smooth as silk."

"I'm glad I could help," I whispered.

Allison retrieved the foam block from under the model stand. I laid down on my back with the bolster to my left and raised my left leg, bent at the knee, forming a triangle. Allison lay on her left side on the bolster, her head resting on my raised left knee. She tilted her left knee, so it stuck out over the edge of the bolster over my left shoulder, and bent her right knee into a similar triangle to my leg.

She put her left arm through the triangle formed by my bent left knee and, being Allison, put her hand down on my swollen cock and balls. It was pointless to object. She put her right hand on her right thigh. I threaded my left arm behind her knee and could only rest my hand on the stage, barely touching her ass cheek, and bent my right arm back over my head, using my hand for a headrest.

Bethany approached near my head. "Are Allison's hands okay, Eric?"

"As long as she resists any urge to suck me off, I'm good," I said, loud enough for Allison to hear, smile and nod in agreement.

"Well then, this is our penultimate pose. Let's begin."

Allison couldn't resist cupping my balls with her fingers and pressing the heel of her palm into the base of my cock. Then she stretched her fingers and drew them back, scratching her fingernails along the underside of my cock. I'm told my orgasmic trigger is unusual, which is pressure on the base of my cock. I hadn't worried about coming with Allison earlier, but she might find my sweet spot now. The best defense would be a potent offense.

It would be awkward to move my left hand and reach her pussy, but I remembered her response to my cock against her asshole. I would usually ask permission before touching a model anywhere on her body. Except for my wife, I'd never touched another model's ass while posing. Allison was already massaging my groin, and I felt I could take liberties I normally wouldn't.

Her nether areas were slippery from her climax. Watching Allison's face for any adverse reaction, I tilted my hand to palm her ass cheeks from below. She looked up, eyes sparkling with a broad smile, closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and rocked her hips for easier access. I pressed my middle finger into her crack and curled it until my fingertip touched her rear rosebud.

Allison's breathing quickened, and I slowly pushed into her bottom. I could only go by my experience with Linda, who loves ass play and fucking, and gently wriggled my finger, applying forward pressure against her g-spot through the layers of tissue inside her ass. I must have done something right when her sphincter squeezed hard on my second knuckle, and she moved her hand over her clit and rubbed.

We kept at our low-level foreplay, Allison massaging my balls and my steady rhythm for her digital rectal massage. Near the twenty-minute mark, Allison tormented me. She closed her fist around my balls and pulled them back. It drew the skin of my cock taut and raised from a flopped-back position on my stomach to stand vertically. Pre-cum oozed in a thick, glistening web that pooled below my navel and streamed down my side and onto the model stand.

I felt her sphincter tighten on my finger, and Allison caught my eye while mouthing, 'More.' I assumed she wanted another finger inside. I slid my index finger alongside the one already penetrating her, pushing in to stretch her asshole.

She stopped rubbing and applied steady pressure to her clit while she began her second orgasm. This time she didn't try to maintain the pose but straightened her legs and surrendered her body to more intense convulsions.

Bethany sat on the model stand, closer to Allison's side. "I thought your last pose was incredible, but you've outdone yourself. Stunning. Well done, both of you. Another brief break, and we'll begin the last pose."

Allison looked spent as we slowly sat up. My cock had deflated, and I surveyed the pre-cum smeared over me.

"I wish they had a shower here."

"I'll gladly lick you clean." Allison grinned and tempted me.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass. This time."

We sat silently for another minute before I heard a quiet ringtone from the changing room. Allison perked up with a look of genuine concern and dashed off. After a hurried, hushed conversation, she returned, looking distressed.

"I'm so sorry. My phone is on vibrate except for calls from my daughter, who would only call in an emergency. She's been in an auto accident. It's not critical, but she's broken an arm and leg. She was a passenger when another car ran a red light, hitting her side of the car. She's at the Houston medical center, and I'm sorry, but I have to leave." Allison looked more collected than I would have under the circumstances.

Bethany hugged Allison. "I'm so sorry. What can I do to help?"

"I walk here, and Gentilly's close by. I'll get an Uber from home to Armstrong airport, and I already booked the 11:30 red eye to Houston. Melissa's conscious and resting, but they'll keep her in the hospital for observation. She'll need help after discharge, so I'll have to cancel Thursday." Allison was getting more distressed as she talked.

Bethany spoke up. "Oh honey, don't think twice. We'll figure something out. Just get going. Give my love to Melissa."

It was my turn. "I'm parked right outside; I'll be happy to give you a ride home to save a few minutes."

Allison thought for a moment. "Yeah, that would be good. The shock's wearing off, and I'm getting overwhelmed, so yeah, a ride home."

Bethany urged us on. "Get going, get dressed."

We ran to the changing room and dressed in record time. "Would you like a ride to the airport? It's not a bother at all."

"Oh, thanks, Eric, but I have a good friend who's an Uber driver, and I already called her. I need to go home and get packed. Thanks so much for the offer, though."

Bethany met us by the studio door and gave Allison another hug. "You have my number, and if there's anything I can do, please let me know. Call when you get a chance."

Bethany turned to me. "You've been so generous tonight, but I have another favor to ask. I've tried booking everyone I know, and Allison was the only model available. Do you know anyone who might model Thursday for normal poses?"

A possibility came to mind. "I do, but I don't know if she's available. I'll get her number to Amanda in the morning, and you can call her."

"Thanks, Eric. Now, get going."

We were in the car in a flash. I had to force myself to slow down for the short drive.

"Thanks so much for this and the great time modeling with you. I'm sorry I was such a tease. Don't tell Bethany I told you, but this time every other year, she has a couple's session for her advanced drawing class."

"Why?"

"Come on, Eric. What day is Thursday? Don't tell me you're one of those clueless guys. It's Valentine's Day, and Bethany wants romantic erotic poses. It's a tradition her students demand. She contacts me because I'll do erotic posing; few models are willing to in a university studio."

"That makes sense. I haven't been here long enough to learn those traditions."

"Not only that, since you're married, she had no idea if you would participate or be interested. In the past, a few models quit, indignant because she asked. She didn't want to risk losing you for your everyday work and devised this plan to see if I could coax you along. She loves the foreplay aspect and would have loved oral, but she's always drawn the line at actual sex. My teasing about fucking was purely about me. Don't blame Bethany."

She pointed out the entrance to her apartment complex, and her Uber friend arrived simultaneously. "Thanks for telling me. It was great modeling with you. I hope all goes well with Melissa. Let's catch up when you return. You'd love to meet my wife. She's a model too and would enjoy modeling with you."

"You're full of surprises, Eric. Are you suggesting I model with a couple? A threesome would be something to look forward to. We'll talk when I get back." A quick peck on my cheek, and she was gone into the apartment complex, stopping first to talk to her friend. I sat for a few moments, collecting my thoughts.

I'd tell Linda everything; it's easier to keep stories straight when I'm truthful, and describing the intimate details of tonight's session would lead to fantastic sex. When we moved to New Orleans, Linda needed to devote her time to grad school. I slowly sought solo modeling work, and it's taken most of the year to get established. Linda didn't want distractions from her academic efforts.

I drove down Elysium Fields to the Quarter and found a parking space on St. Peter, just up from Pat O'Brien's. I popped in to get two take-home Hurricanes and walked the two blocks to our door on Chartres in the Upper Pontalba. Inside and up two flights, I opened the door to our apartment and saw Linda nude, sitting on the couch watching TV. "Hi, beautiful, we had to end early."

She's a gorgeous, full-figured woman with chestnut, shoulder-length hair usually tied in a ponytail. She looked at me, clicked off the TV, and patted the sofa next to her. "Hand me those Hurricanes, strip, sit down, and tell me all about it."

I'd barely started talking about the session when Linda leaned over and, cupping my balls, wrapped her lips around my cock. A few minutes later, she kneeled on the couch with her knees against my thigh and bent down to continue sucking. I draped my arm over her back and ass and rubbed her clit with my middle finger, with an occasional foray inside her pussy.

When I got to the part where Allison straddled me and pressed my cock between her asshole and my leg, Linda shuddered and raised her head for a moment. "Don't stop talking, but you know where I need your finger."

"Your wish is my command." I now had the pleasure of doing to Linda what I'd done to Allison an hour ago. I moved my wet fingers out of her cunt and entered her puckered back door.

Concentrating was difficult, and when I paused talking, Linda released my cock. "Please, keep talking, and I need another finger in there, too."

Trying to be helpful, I slid my index finger up her bottom alongside my middle finger. When I described Allison's second orgasm from having my fingers up her butt, Linda bolted up. "I need your cock in my ass. Let's get to bed."

We dashed to the bedroom, Linda pulling me along by my hard cock. We've learned each other's needs well and don't have to communicate verbally to satisfy our bursts of overpowering lust. Linda loves the Magic Wand vibrator and keeps one on her nightstand. She jumped on the bed in her favorite position, face down, spread eagle, and the wand underneath. She pushed it against her clit with both hands and spread her legs, exposing her gorgeous, inviting ass. I kneeled behind and bent to suck her asshole, probing it with my tongue, then straightened up to angle my cock toward her crotch.

I pushed a few hard thrusts into her cunt and reached over to grab the Kama Sutra lube off my nightstand. I pulled out of Linda's slick pussy and messily slathered lube over my cock and into her asshole. Leaning forward on one arm, I held my cock and pressed the tip against her beautiful brown starburst. She tilted her hips for a straight path into her ass, and I felt her sphincter relax to accept my cockhead. When the plumb of my glans passed into her rectum, I stopped my thrust to let her anus accommodate. Linda had other ideas. "Fuck my ass hard, Eric. I've been so naughty listening to your story that I need a spanking, too."

I pushed up with both arms, extended my legs back, lifted onto my toes, and thrust my total weight into Linda's ass. She closed her legs under me and held them tightly together. I clamped my legs outside hers, pushing her thighs more tightly together. I balanced on my left arm in an upward-stretching-dog yoga pose, pulled out enough to expose her right ass cheek, and slapped her butt with my right hand.

Linda's bucking, orgasmic contractions started. I slammed back into her as hard as I could. Clenching every muscle, I exploded into my beautiful bride's ass. I collapsed in a gasping, sweaty mass on her back and felt the final quivers of her orgasm wind their way through her body.

We soon faced each other on our sides, cuddling, kissing, and stroking. "I think we need a shower, and you have to finish your story. It sounds like Allison likes to do the type of modeling we like, but you still haven't told me why you're home early."

Clean and back in bed, I continued. "So, we took a break before the final pose, and Allison's cell phone rang. Her daughter, Melissa, was in an accident in Houston, and Allison had to cancel the Thursday session. Bethany asked if I knew anyone who could fill in on such short notice for normal poses."

Linda chuckled. "I can read your mind. You want me to fill in for Allison the day after tomorrow, which would be fine. Except, you know I hate the regular couple's modeling routine. That prick in Fairfield told us he wouldn't have us back because his jackass male students thought I was too fat to model, and you had to be gay to get hard with me."

"That was a low point, but we worked out how to make it fun again. Anyway, I drove Allison back to her apartment, and she told me these two sessions were a treat from Bethany to her graduating life drawing students. Every other year she arranges two erotic drawing sessions."

"For Valentine's Day. That's so sweet. Bethany must be a real romantic at heart."

"I didn't even think of Valentine's Day. Allison had to tell me. Guys are stupid, aren't we?"

"What can I say, Eric? When you're right, you're right. But if the session was supposed to be erotic, we could do what we wanted. Bethany asked for normal poses, but she couldn't be upset if we went further. Oh my god, Eric. Just think if you fucked my ass in front of them."

"Allison had to hurry, and we didn't have more time to talk, but she said Bethany always drew the line at explicit sex."

"Bethany sprang this whole thing on you tonight so we can spring something else on her, Thursday." She reached down to massage my balls. "Did you mention the model you knew was your wife?"

"No, just someone who might be available. Why?"

"I'll agree to the normal routine and pretend we don't know each other. On the day, we'll do our explicit posing. We'll fuck this time in front of a class who won't expect it but can't complain because it's what they wanted."

"God, you're nasty. Very nasty. I love it."

"How many students are in the class?"

"Tonight, eight women and two men, all grad students."

"You'll get my number to Bethany; she'll call me to arrange a strictly normal couple's session for Thursday. We'll show up and fuck our brains out on the model stand in front of total strangers."

"Yeah, that's a good plan."

She slapped my ass hard. "My god, you're making me all hot again. What story do I give Bethany?"

"Something vague. We modeled once at the community college, and you wore underwear. You know how community colleges are. You've modeled for less than a year and don't have much experience but want more. You can fill in whatever you want."

"Okay, this sounds exciting. She'll call to set it up tomorrow, so I'll have time to consider something interesting. It's late, but I'm getting charged up. Want another go?" She lifted the sheet and started kissing her way down my chest.

"I can't deny you anything."

The following day, I called Amanda at the art department and left Linda's number. I hadn't heard from anyone when I arrived home later in the afternoon.

"Hi, I'm home. Did you hear from Bethany?" I shouted into the ether.

"No need to shout." Linda leaned backward from behind the kitchen wall, exposing a nude left breast as she talked. "It's all set. As you can see, I'm practicing."

I walked up behind her, pushed up under her breasts with one arm, and reached for her pussy. "Do tell."

"Not unless you're practicing, too." She said with her flirty, innocent smile.

Suitably encouraged, I striped fast.

We went to the sofa to play and talk. "I was reading undergrad papers when she called. She'd gotten my number from you and told me she had an emergency cancellation for tomorrow evening, the second day of a couple's session. She asked if I was available and what my experience and requirements were."

"Only one, lots of lube."

"Oh, shut up, and let me tell the story. I lied four years off my age, telling Bethany I was twenty-three and had modeled for ten months, clothed and nude. When modeling with you at the community college, I wore a two-piece bathing suit. I told her I'm available and would do it nude, provided she understood I'm inexperienced with a partner."

"We'll have to forget all we know about each other."

"Bethany said the Thursday session would expand on some of the same poses from the first session, holding them longer so the class could complete their drawing assignments. She hoped I would mimic the style of the poses but without the erotic contact. I told her I thought you were helpful and respectful, and it would be exciting to learn new things with you."

My cock stood at full attention. "My God, Linda, that's so hot. You made it sound like you're a longing virgin wanting to learn the ways of the erotic modeling world."

She bent over to take my cock into her mouth, cup my balls, and start massaging them in the way I love so much. She paused and sat up. "And like the good, tight virgin I am, I must save myself for tomorrow night. You need to save yourself too and reload."

She then stood up and went back into the kitchen.

I followed. "You have a good point. Any thoughts about the poses you'd like to do?"

Linda produced her demure smile. "Bethany wants to follow the original plan from last night but tamer and within my comfort level. You can indulge fantasies of fucking Allison and a virgin simultaneously."

"Last night, you were nasty, and doubly so today." I shook my head in wonder, and my phone rang. "It's Amanda from the university. Maybe it's been called off."

I slid my finger up to answer. "Hello, Amanda. What can I do for you?"

"Wait for Bethany. She doesn't have your phone number. I'll put her through."

After a click and a pause, Bethany spoke. "Hello, Eric."

"Hi, Bethany. How may I help?"

"I called Linda, and she's available tomorrow. She's younger than my students and very inexperienced. I tip-toed around the posing I wanted, but she said she wanted to learn. I thought we'd change some poses you and Allison did last night with more distance between you two but keep the form. We'll start with a few gesture warm-ups. I'll let her choose so she'll feel safer, and we can see what she's comfortable with before committing to the other poses. The narrative won't be as intense as with you and Allison, but it's the best we can hope for."