[Comm] Faye and Hope's SPH Life Drawing Class

            “And she said, ‘Oh Faye, I love it!’ and I had completely forgotten I was dark,” Faye said, motioning to her dark, dyed hair.

            Across the table, Hope, her daughter, absently stirred her tea, the spoon clinking against the porcelain.

            “You don’t say?” she muttered under her breath.

            Poor Hope looked worse for wear. She had gotten a divorce from her husband a little over a month ago, and had been in a dreary mood ever since. She sat across her mother in the outdoor café – a brunch date that her mother had set up – dressed in a frumpy sweater and slacks. Her outfit did little to hide the curves of her figure. Even at 50, and even in her depressing wardrobe, her clothes strained against her round, pert butt, and her impressive bust. Her bust was only rivaled by her mother’s, who had the bad habit of lifting and adjusting her boobs and bra every few minutes. In her 70s, her mother was aging gracefully. Her cheerful soul and good humor had kept her youthful and spritely.

            “Hope Gleason, I don’t believe you’ve heard a word I’ve said,” Faye said to her with mock surprise.

            “Sorry mum,” Hope muttered. “It’s just a bit hard to think straight nowadays.”

            She brushed her long straight bangs out of her eyes.

            Faye leaned forward and patted her daughter on the arm.

            “You, my dear, need to shake things up. You need to light that old spark again, and I know just what you need to do.”

            “You do?”

            Faye nodded excitedly, her dark curls bouncing.

            “Tell me, my dear, have you ever taken a life drawing class?”

***

            The class was held a local university’s auditorium. Most of the students were older women from the surrounding town, but there were quite a few college students as well. Easels with canvases and art supplies were set up around the room, each with a student sitting behind them.

            Faye, already sitting at one of the easels at the front of the class, waved over to Hope when she entered the auditorium. Hope had dressed up for the occasion, wearing an olive blouse with a turtle-neck style collar around the open neck and a pair of skin-tight jeans.

            Hope still looked a little sad and distant, but she carried a thermos under her arm. When her eyes met Faye, she gave a little sad smile and playfully waggled the thermos in the air as she sat down.

            She leaned in and whispered to her mother, “I brought some wine for the occasion…”

            “Oh! What a naughty girl you are!” Faye teased while pouring a healthy portion of the wine into her cup of water.

            When she passed the thermos back to Hope, she took a big swig of wine. A few students noticed the telltale cough Hope let out as the alcohol hit her throat.

            “Good morning class!” a professor said while walking into the room.

            He pushed his glasses up his nose. “I’m so glad to see so many of you turn out for this class! Allow me to introduce our model, Joshua!”

            The model stepped out and gave a polite wave to the rest of the class. He looked to be in his mid-twenties with a charming smile, even if his nose was a bit large. A robe covered him from his neck to his toes.

            “Now, I’ve got to run,” the professor said with a glance at his watch. “But, it’s all very informal here. The main thing is to let loose and have fun!”

            The professor powerwalked out of the room. As soon as he was gone, the students started picking up pencils or brushes.

            Faye nudged her daughter with an elbow

            “Fresh. Young. Meat.” she whispered, stressing each word with a little nod in the direction of the model. “It looks like we’re in for a show.”

            Hope felt her mouth open in shock at her mother’s words. The wine was already taking effect and it was becoming a bit hard to concentrate. Distracted, and more than a little aroused, her eyes fell on Joshua, drawn to him. His large masculine hands began to untie the knot around his robe. With a tiny girlish spark of panic, realizing that he would be standing completely naked in front of them in seconds, Hope turned to her mother again and saw her mother pick up a pencil. Eyes darting to Joshua, the soon to the be naked, dressed only in a robe Joshua, she decided to follow her mother’s example and pick up a pencil as well with quivering fingers.

            Joshua noticed the two beautiful women staring at him. He was used to women staring at him, but it was usually through the veil of professionalism, of art. But Faye was smirking at him with hungry, hawkish eyes. And Hope’s eyes darted to him with little impulsive, nervous sparks. His own eyes drifted down, past their gorgeous intimidating faces and to the swelling shapes of their impressive breasts, the curves of their legs in their tight pants. He swallowed hard.

            And then, Joshua stepped in front of the class and took off his robe.

            Hope took in his body with wide eyes, the toned shapes of his chest and arms and shoulders, his slim waist, the texture of his body hair painting his contours. Nasty primal urges invaded Hope’s thoughts, the wordless needs to rub her breasts against his chest, to feel the heat and warmth of him, to feel the soft rustling of his hair against her skin.

            Then, her eyes traveled down to his crotch and her thoughts evaporated. Her horny, slack-jawed face curled into a vicious smile, and Hope immediately let out a snorting scoff at the full sight of Joshua’s naked body.

            Any sex appeal, any mystique that Joshua might have had evaporated. His cock was pathetic, a small, pathetic nub of a penis barely poking out from his shaven crotch above his small, shriveled balls. It looked like a piece of fleshy, wrinkled debris unfortunately stuck to his crotch. A solid flick could have sent it floating off into the air.

            Hope leaned over to her mother. “Where’s the rest of it?” she asked in a very loud whisper that carried over to the rest of the auditorium. A new, vicious confidence swelled up inside her, fueled by Joshua’s pathetic little clit.

            Faye’s lips twisted as she fought back a laugh. “Oh, stop!” she whispered back.

            A few chuckles rose up from the rest of the students, especially the older ladies in attendance.

            Joshua jaw tensed and trembled and looked straight forward, trying to avoid eye contact with Hope and Faye.

            Hope clicked her tongue, “I should have brought my bird watching binoculars!” she muttered to herself.

            “You knew we’d be looking at peckers!” Faye said leaning toward Hope’s ear.

            “But I didn’t think they’d be so hard to see!” Hope exclaimed, pointing at where Joshua’s cock would be if nature hadn’t decided to play a cruel joke on his otherwise excellent body.

            The two laughed in their tipsy little huddle.

            Joshua felt himself turning bright red. So red that some of the students painting him had to switch to ruddier shades of paint for his skin. Joshua looked around the room. The older women who made up most of the class didn’t seem bothered with his humiliation at all. Some shared Hope and Faye’s smug grins even if they weren’t rude enough to disturb the class by adding to his verbal humiliation. A few of the male students fidgeted with secondhand embarrassment, but none of them spoke up to defend his joke of a penis.

            He decided not to say anything. It was his job to stay as still as possible. Any argument would just derail the class even further.

            Hope took her pencil and began to sketch Joshua’s tiny penis on the canvas.

            “I feel like I need a smaller canvas!” Hope said. “There’s all this wasted space!”

            She gestured across the length of the canvas with a sweeping motion of her hand and then highlighted the small portion that was taken up by her doodle of Joshua’s cock by pinching the air around the drawing with her thumb and index finger.

            “You could always draw it at twice its actual size,” Faye offered.

            “You mean five times its actual size,” Hope corrected her. “I should be drawing on a Post-it note!”

            She took another deep swig from her thermos and then passed the bottle over to her mother.

            Joshua looked at the clock on the far side of the wall, begging time to move faster.

            “It’s a bit hot in here,” Hope said, sighing. “Do you think it’s a bit hot in here, mum?” She tugged on the open collar of her olive blouse, stretching it down and around her bare, bra-less shoulders, exposing them for a brief few seconds before lifting the blouse into place.

            Joshua’s nervous, twitching eyes noticed, and that brief flash of skin was enough for him to react… physically. The small nub of his penis suddenly grew and swelled to the… underwhelming length of about three and half inches.

            “Well, somebody’s having a bit of fun!” Faye scoffed with a disapproving tone in her voice. She flicked her pencil down at Joshua’s erection.

            Joshua glared at her, but she only rolled her eyes at him, which made his gaze fall shamefully to the erect baby carrot prodding outward between his legs.

            “Oh, don’t be so hard on him, mum!” Hope said. She giggled to herself, realizing her unintentional pun.

            She waved at the air to dispel her giggles. “He’s doing us a favor by making it easier to see!”

            The two cackled and some of the older women in the audience joined them, an echoing chorus of shame and humiliation directed at Joshua’s unfortunate little dick, at his helpless, trapped, naked body.

            Time passed, and Joshua tried to force himself to relax, to quell the stomach churning embarrassment and, more importantly, the tiny rigid, pulsing thing between his legs. Slowly, what little length his cock had vanished as it shrank and shriveled up.

            “Um, excuse me? Excuse me?” Faye said.

            Joshua looked around. She was clearly talking to him, but he didn’t know if he wanted to answer.

            “Yes, ma’am?” he said.

            “Well, it’s not consistent, is it?” Faye said.

            The model furrowed his eyebrows together. “I’m not sure what you mean, ma’am?”

            “That, that right there,” Faye pointed with her whole arm to the model’s flaccid cock. “I’m trying to draw it, but it was bigger a while ago. Well, not much bigger-“

            Hope interrupted her mother with a raucous burst of laughter that she only barely tried to cover with her hands. Her face was very flushed now, mainly from the wine but also from the adrenaline and the sadistic thrill of the humiliation they were dishing out to poor Joshua.

“But, it’s hard to draw something when it keeps changing size!” Faye said.

            “Come on, love!” Hope laughed. “Just give it a good wank! For the arts, you know!”

            She moved her hand in a spirited jerking motion.

            “For the arts!” Faye chimed in.

            With trembling hands, Joshua gripped his cock and began to rub it. His eyes squeezed shut with shame. His cock was so small that he could have done the job with two fingers.

            “AAAhH!” Faye squealed. “I didn’t think he would do it!” she exclaimed, turning to her daughter and ignoring the model’s humiliating display. She almost fell off her stool, her wide bottom threatening to escape the stool’s much smaller circumference.

            Burning, twitching with shame, Joshua tore his hands away from his pathetic excuse for an erection.

            “There! Is that better?” he said.

            “Much better, love,” Hope said. “Now, just keep it like that as best you can.”

            “Think impure thoughts,” Faye instructed him.

            Joshua looked at the two older, but still incredibly sexy women commanding him. Their grinning, taunting faces, their clothes taut and straining against the shapes of their boobs. He swallowed hard, his mouth drying up.

            “Oh, I seem to have dropped my pencil!” Faye exclaimed, letting her pencil slip from her grip and onto the floor.

            Faye bent over, and her boobs swung forward, threatening to spill out of her pink sweater. Joshua’s eyes bugged out. Hanging down, each of them seemed to rival the size of his head. He bit his lip, trembling.

            “Let me help you, mum!” Hope said, doubling over like her mother. Her hands cruelly tugged at the collar of her sweater and pull it down, peeling back fabric so that her tanned breasts were pushed forward, swelling toward him in the window of her collar.

            Joshua’s cock throbbed; his body shuddered. His bare feet gripped the floor like his life depended on it. His soul was burning, surrendering, breaking, completely under the control of the seas of cleavage presented to him.

            After what felt like an eternity, the two finally managed to grab Faye’s pencil off the ground. They sat back up, meeting his hungry, bloodshot eyes with knowing, teasing smirks. He turned his head away from them so fast a tendon in his neck hurt.

            “Maybe we could try a bit more poses?” Hope offered.

            “Oh, I’d love that!” Faye said, touching her daughter’s arm. “I love a bit of variety!”

            Joshua frowned. He turned to them and spread his legs slightly before putting his hands on his hips.

            “Well that’s not very interesting!” Faye chastised him.

            “Oh, I know!” Hope laughed. “Hold your willie like you’re about to take a wee!”

            “Yeah!” Faye said.

            Jaw clenched, Joshua turned to the side and clasped his erection with both hands. He spread his legs and angled his hips forward.

            “Like this?”

            “Exactly like that!” Faye laughed, sketching his pose on her canvas.

            “His cock’s so small it disappeared into his hands!” Hope said, pointing. “When you really go to the loo, do you hold it between two fingers?”

            “Like he’s using chop sticks?” Faye asked.

            “Exactly! You’ve got to very gingerly pick up the grains of rice!” Hope made little pinching potions with two of her fingers, miming that she was picking up something incredibly, microscopically small.

            Joshua stomach twisted, watching the women laugh to themselves, his body a source of endless comedy and sadistic joy for them. They were laughing at him while also ignoring him, looking at him from across the auditorium like he was a misshapen, pathetic thing.

            “And for the next pose,” Faye said. “Let’s see some jumping jacks!”

            “Oh, the body in motion!” Hope exclaimed. “Always a fascinating subject to draw!”

            Joshua slowly extended his arms away from his crotch and turned to the auditorium. He lifted his arms and began to hop up and down. His tiny erect penis was too hard to flop and bounce around. Instead, it just shuddered and vibrated with each jump, like a doorstopper.

            Hope and Faye broke into an uncontrollable fit of giggles. They could only point and cackle, their words disintegrating into bursts of laughter.

            “Oh, oh God I’m going to wet myself!” Faye finally managed to say, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

            “Now turn around and bend over!” Hope shouted at him, cupping her hands like a megaphone to make sure that her voice filled the entire auditorium.

            Joshua, grateful to stop jumping in place, and even more grateful to look away from them, turned around and bent forward ever so slightly with his hands on his knees.

            Faye and Hope frowned.

            “BOOO!” Hope said.

            “Put your back into it!” Faye barked at him. “Palms on the ground, chop chop!”

            She clapped her hands together.

            Joshua bent forward all the way in a downward dog position, the muscles in his lean legs taut and straining, his round, full butt presented to him, an intoxicating display of masculine flesh, ruined as always by his tiny balls and his disappointing three and a half inch penis, both visible – but barely – through his legs.

            “There you go!” Faye cooed at him.

            “Would you look at the bum on him!” Hope said with her face filled with awe. “The back half almost makes up for the front!”

            Joshua felt a new wave of blushing embarrassment and arousal soar through him as a result of their approving words. But at the same time, he was distracted by growing muscular pains in his back and legs.

            “How long do you expect me to stay like this? This is more uncomfortable than it - AAAAGGH!”

            A soft hand suddenly reached between his legs and tugged at his cock like someone milking a cow.

            “WHAT THE HELL!?” Joshua shouted. He reeled back, pulling himself off of his palms, and he saw Hope standing there, laughing, and holding the guilty hand in front of herself.

            “Don’t act so traumatized!” Hope laughed. “It practically slipped between my fingers!”

            “You- You!” Joshua stammered. He crept away from the older woman, the statuesque beauty radiating confidence. The palm of her hand faced him mocking him as much as her laughing face. His eyes darted to the rest of the assembled class. Some were horrified and shocked at his sudden assault, but the women, the young college students and older women, looked at him with unsympathetic toothy grins and laughing, predatory eyes.

            “I didn’t come here to be insulted and – and groped! By a bunch of old cows!” Joshua shouted, trying to defend himself.

            “Cows!” Faye exclaimed. “Call us cows will you? When you’re the one with a leaking little teat!”

            Joshua looked down at his cock. From that split instant of physical contact his little clit was wet, moist and glistening with his precum.

            “Y-You’re horrible!” Joshua shrieked.

            He stormed out of the auditorium, fleeing their cackling laughter. He ran out of the auditorium so fast that he completely forgot his robe and rushed through the halls naked with his little bobbing wet cock pointing the way in front of him.