Yes, and Ms. Robinson really notices.

To Becky Robinson, this whole period had a surrealistic tinge to it. Had she actually talked Paul into modeling nude for her horny students, just to keep the girls focused on something with artistic merit? And had she now just encouraged them to draw the boy?s enormous erection? It was hard to feel like she was really a teacher under these circumstances.

Becky was determined not to lose control of her class, so she pushed all thoughts of Paul?s quivering spear of flesh out of her mind. She knew that later she?d probably masturbate to her favorite stimulation--visual erotic art--and let her fantasies of this lesson run wild, but for now she wanted to be all business.

The young art teacher saw that Eliza had barely started her second sketch, instead staring openly at Paul?s naked cock with her left hand suspiciously out of sight under her desk. ?Eliza,? Becky snapped, with a twinge of jealously, ?explore the subject with your art, not with your eyes.? The pretty brunette immediately jumped to work to please her teacher.

Feeling more authoritative, Becky moved behind Toni, ready to offer some constructive advice on her developing sketch. But as the red-head stared down at Toni?s drawing, the words caught in her throat.

Toni had always been a talented artist, but in her enthusiasm for this subject matter she had outdone herself. Paul?s straining cock practically burst from the page, lovingly reproduced with skillful shading and bold lines. It looked ready to explode, with its dark veins and thick ridges.

As Becky stared at the massive penis come to life on paper, she found the artist?s rendering affecting her in a way the flesh-and-blood version hadn?t. Her pulse quickened, leaving her momentarily light-headed. Her mouth felt dry, as if all the moisture was draining down to between her legs. Becky looked up from Toni?s sketch to the real thing in front of her, and felt the thrill of desire course through her veins.

The art teacher wanted that cock.