Georgia - S01 E21

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Georgia - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

At the front of the room were 2 chairs and 2 tables, 1 chair was on one of the tables. Then Mr. Johnstone introduced us to the class then continued,

“As we have 2 very keen models tonight we are going to concentrate on the vulva. Try to capture every little detail on your canvas. Ladies, half of the room will draw you Charlotte while you perch your posterior on the front edge of the chair on the table with your legs wide open; and the other half will draw you Georgia while you lay on your side on the table and hold one leg as high as you can. We’ll stop for a 5 minute after 20 minutes, and on the hour and ten you will swap over and our artists will start again on a different canvas. Is every one clear?”



Both Charlotte and I nodded and got into the required position.

I must admit that I wasn’t expecting the poses to be as explicit as they were so to relive what I suspected would be a boring time, I’d decided to have my egg vibrator purring away inside my pussy all evening. I’d pushed it up my hole and set it on low when I was in the bathroom at home having a pee just before we left.

Everything went just fine for the first half hour although the egg was starting to have an effect on me and I was wondering if my lips were swelling and getting wet. During the break I confessed to Charlotte what I had inside me. She giggled then said that she hoped that it made me cum and embarrass me in front of everyone.

I laughed and said that I doubted that it would do either of them.

How wrong could I be? About half way through the second half hour I realised that the egg was getting the better of me. The more that I tried to ignore it, the more I thought about it and the more the effect that it was having on me.

About 5 minutes from the end of me lying there, with my leg up in the air, it hit me. I tried to be quiet and still but I just couldn’t hold it and a loud moan escaped from my mouth. Then my body started shaking.

Fortunately, I managed to still hold my leg up in the air but I could feel my pussy muscles convulsing. As the waves receded my embarrassment grew and I could feel my face getting warm.

At the next break Charlotte told me that she was looking at the artists when she heard me moan and saw quite a few eyes go wide-open.

“Okay, you were right Char, I did cum.”

“I thought so.”

“And now that I’ve cum once it’s going to be difficult not to cum again during the next sessions. I wish that I hadn’t put it in, and I wish that I’d brought the control with me.”

“Isn’t that what you exhibitionists get off on, embarrassment and humiliation?”

“You tell me Char, you’re one as well.”

“But I’m not in the same league as you G.”

Mr. Johnstone called the end of the break and Charlotte whispered,

“Good luck whichever way you want it to go.”

I wasn’t sure which way I wanted it to go but I knew which way that it would go. There was no way that I could stop it and I just knew that my audience were about to see me cum, at least one more time.

It was twice actually, once during each 30 minute session. Mr. Johnstone caused one of the orgasms. One of the students obviously wasn’t drawing enough detail and he got the students to come to the front with him and they stood right in front of my pussy.

“Tell me what you see Nigel.”

An embarrassed Nigel started describing my pussy but wasn’t doing too well.

“Can’t you see the clitoris peeking out from behind its hood? Can’t you see the semi-white fluid seeping out of the vagina?”

“Yes.”

“Well describe it and then draw what you’ve described man.”

Wow, the man knew the names of all the parts of me and he even added their colour, shape and moisture level as he described them. Mr. Johnstone was impressed.

“Now store those details in your memory then go and put them on the canvas Nigel.” Mr. Johnstone said.

Me; on the other hand, had found that the description and the thought of the details that had just gone into Nigel’s head was enough to take me over the top again and I orgasmed; just as Mr. Johnstone turned his back to me.



I saw 2 students grinning at me as I fought to keep still and quiet.

At the break Charlotte told me that she’d seen me cum then added that she wasn’t surprised. She said that she’d have done the same if 2 men were stood right in front of her pussy and were describing every little detail.

The last 20 minutes started peacefully and I thought that I was going to make it to the end without cumming again, but that wasn’t to be. Half way though the session Mr. Johnstone announced that, one at a time, everyone was to take their drawings up to the model, hold it as closes as they could to the real thing and then compare the two. They then had the rest of the session to add the details that they’d missed.

The succession of faces right in front of my pussy was enough for the egg to push me over the top again. I orgasmed with an unknown man’s face right in front of my pussy.

At the end of the session Mr. Johnstone thanked us and added,

“Especially you Georgia.”

I assumed that he was referring to my orgasms and I blushed.

Charlotte and I got dressed and I phoned James, and as we were leaving Mr. Johnstone again thanked us and asked if he could call on us again. I said that if I was available I would be happy to help them out.

As we walked out Charlotte said,

“You’d be happy to help G? You and that egg you mean.”

“Yeah, and I might set it to full blast the next time.” I replied.

I stripped before I got into the car and wouldn’t let Charlotte get in until she got naked. James just watched us and smiled.

Back at home we went for a swim, showered and went to bed.

As we lay there I looked at Charlotte and said,

“You don’t look too happy Char; has my poor BFF been missing out on all the fun? Would she like me to try to compensate for that?”

My hand went over to her pussy and I rubbed her clit until she orgasmed. Afterwards I said,

“It’s been a long time since one of us did that to the other.”

“Hang on,” Charlotte said, “we did each other the other night.”

“Oh yes;” I replied, “so much has happened this week that I forgot.”

“Yes, and I’ve only been here for two and a half days. Look what you’ve turned me in to G.”

“Not complaining are you Char?”

“I guess not G.”