Art

I put my sketchbook and art utensils into my bag and closed my locker. The art classroom was in the west wing of the building, and I was in the east. I had to practically run to get there before the first bell rang, which was dificult for me, as I had to hold my cock up, so that my legs didn't hit it. I slid my dick up my shirt, so that it would stay between my tits and not fall. I eventually got to my class, just in time, as the bell rang just as I sat at my spot.

Today we were painting portraits. We all picked a partner and painted their likeness onto a canvas. I picked my friend Diane to paint. She was a short filipina with a shoulder length brown bob cut. Her breasts weren't very big, but they were perky and her nipples were very long. I was given a good view of them, as she only wore the miniskirt part of the uniform today. Her chest and part of her face were covered in strands of cum. She had been having some fun earlier, it seemed.

I wasn't the best artist, but I did well, as I drew a quite detailed sketch of her face. It would be painted over the next time I had art class, as today's period was only for the first draft.

The bell rang and I packed my stuff once again. I made my way to my locker. It was blocked by two futanari who were fucking just in front of it. One of them was being held up on the other's cock, and had her back against my locker.