Miss Patel models for the class

“Anyone? Anyone willing to pose for us for a guaranteed A?” Miss Patel asked the class. Billy looked around the class- most of the girls were staring at their desk, trying not to make eye contact with the teacher. A few of them looked horrified.

“You know, since we were supposed to have a male model,” she continued, “Billy, why don’t you pose for us?”

“But if I model, how will I learn to paint nudes, Miss Patel?” Billy asked. He reached into her mind and lowered her inhibitions- though Billy discovered that they hadn’t been that high to begin with. “I know, Miss Patel, why don’t you model for us? That way we can all paint.”

“Very good idea, Billy,” she replied.

With that, Miss Patel grabbed the bottom of her blouse, and in one swift motion she pulled it over her head and off. Gasps echoed through the room, as the girls in the class looked on in shock. She looked down. “Oops!” she said, “I forgot I wasn’t wearing a bra today!”

Billy looked up at his teacher’s chest. Her breasts weren’t large- he guessed maybe a B cup- but they were firm and milky white. And they were topped by the most perfect little pink, pointy nipples that Billy had ever seen. A small silver bar pierced each nipple. Billy just wanted to suck on those nipples all day long.

Billy raised his hand. “Miss Patel?”

“Yes Billy, what is it?”

“I was wondering if I could get a closer look at your breasts. You know, so I can paint the details better.”

“Of course you can!” She indicated with her finger for Billy to come to the front of the class, and pointed to a seat up front for him to sit in. Then she leaned over his seat, so that her breasts were just inches from his face. “Go ahead Billy, take a close look. Notice the erect nipples, and the bumps on the areolas. Closely examine the freckles on my breasts, and how the light reflects off the piercings.”

Billy leaned closer, inhaling his teacher’s scent.

“Class, I’ve always encouraged you to experience the subjects of your art with all of your senses. Don’t just rely on your sight. Feel your subject as well.” She took Billy’s hands and placed them on her chest. “Smell your subject. Even taste your subject.” She pulled Billy’s head toward her chest.

With one hand Billy squeezed one breast, as he sucked on the nipple of the other. The rest of the girls in the class looked on- well, some looked on and others tried to look away- while his tongue teased the teacher’s hard nipples. Miss Patel squeezed his head against her chest, threw her head back and moaned in pleasure.

“Miss Patel,” Billy asked, “isn’t this supposed to be a lesson on painting nudes- not just topless subjects?”

“Oh, yes. You’re right. Your mouth felt so good on my tits that I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me.”

Miss Patel stood up and unzipped the waist of her skirt. Her skirt fell to the floor, revealing milky white thighs, topped by tiny cotton briefs. She turned around and bent over to pick up the skirt, putting her luscious ass, barely covered by the panties, on display. She folded the skirt on the desk, and turned back around. Billy was close enough to see fine blonde hairs sticking out of the leg openings of the panties.

Then, in one swift motion, Miss Patel pulled her panties down to her ankles, stepped out, picked up her panties and stood up, with her hands on her hips and her feet shoulder width apart. Just a couple of feet from where Billy was sitting, he could see that while she did some light grooming, Miss Patel was mostly au naturale. Fine blonde hair covered her puffy pink pussy lips like a warm blanket.

Billy reached out and ran his fingers through his teacher’s pubic hair, and let his hand rest against her pussy. It was warm and wet. When he took his hand back, it was glistening from her moisture.

“Can everyone see how wet Billy has made me?” She pulled apart her pussy lips. “Before we start painting, I want everyone to take a closer look. Examine the detail, see how wet it is. If you want, you can feel it.”

Miss Patel walked around to each girl in the classroom, holding her pussy open for them to examine. For some of the girls she stood up on their chair, straddling them, so that her pussy was directly in their faces. Some of the girls touched her pussy- running fingers between her lips, touching her clitoris, some even slid a finger up inside her. One girl gave Miss Patel’s pussy a few licks. And for the girls who were **** to even look at it, Miss Patel made sure to get extra close, and **** them to feel her pussy inside and out.

She finished with Billy, allowing him to lap at her pussy like a hungry cat at a bowl of milk, for a few minutes before she pulled away.

She returned to the front of the room and sat on the desk facing the class, her legs wide apart. “Now who wants to start painting?”

Billy raised his hand. “Miss Patel?”

“Yes Billy?”

You know, I was thinking. Wouldn’t it be better if we had more than one example of what to paint? I mean, your body is beautiful, but there are all different types of breasts, all different types of pussies, different color pubic hair, unshaved, shaved... How do we learn to paint different types of people when we only have one model?”

Billy pushed a thought into Miss Patel’s head. Her eyes lit up and she got a big smile. “You’re absolutely right Billy. It would be much better if we could see all different types all at once while we paint. Okay ladies- I want each of you to get undressed, right now!”

Billy looked around the room- almost every girl in the class had her mouth agape, with a look of shock on her face.