Jess goes to art class

Mercifully for Jess, she managed to make it to the end of lunch without Kevin making any more wishes or anyone else touching her pussy. As much as she didn’t want to, the blonde couldn’t keep herself from imagining her future like this – trapped in the uniform of a high-school cheerleader every day for the rest of her life, with no underwear, being touched and tasted in the most intimate way by every woman she knew.

It made Jess whimper – Kevin had been so cruelly and ironically specific. He knew she wasn’t gay but he clearly didn’t care... no, that was the point wasn't it? He wanted to humiliate her by shrinking Brad's dick and making sure the only action she was going to get was from the fingers of her female friends...

When the bell rang to signal that start of their afternoon period Jess solemnly gathered her things and started making her way to Mr. Russel’s art class. It was a class she shared with Nina and Jess was at least a little grateful for the company as way of a distraction as they walked through the halls. Nina’s inane conversations about homework and cheerleading was normal, and so long as Jess didn’t look down at her humiliating uniform, and tried ignore the wetness between her legs, she could almost pretend that it was just another normal day…

That was until she rounded the doorway into the art classroom and her stomach dropped.

Of course…

Where she had expected Mr. Russel, the school’s flamboyant art teacher, to be standing, instead Jessica was greeted with the sight of a beautiful naked woman, her black hair tied in a heavy French plat over her right shoulder.

No, not entirely naked, Jess realised after a few seconds of shock – the woman was covered in thick brush strokes of different brightly coloured paints, as though she had been splattered with thick blotches of the stuff and it had dried like blobs of latex all over her skin.

Jess just stared, eyes wide and mouth open as she quickly grasped the fact that the naked woman was Mr. Russel…

Oh god…

“Nina, Jessica, find your seats,” The woman flitted across the front, organising the final stand in a semi-circle of easels, as she continued to welcome other students into the room.

Jess went to take her usual place, only for Miss Russel to snap her fingers behind her in scolding, “Ah, Jessica, not there. Please… over here…”

Jess turned to see the naked woman patting the easel on the end and her face quickly turned several shades of crimson darker. To the blonde’s absolute humiliation the stool in front of that easel had a towel laid cutely across the seat… clearly especially to deal with Jess’s dripping sex.

Reluctantly Jess moved to sit where she was told, letting out an awkward whimper of apology as she approached her naked teacher. As she got close and before she could do anything about it Jess felt the woman reach down and run her hot middle finger right up the groove of Jess's glistening pink sex. The cheerleader gasped sharply, dropping into her seat the moment the woman's touch ended; she looked up in meek embarrassment to watch Miss Russel as she sucked her finger clean.

“Mmm... divine...” the nude woman sighed, more to herself than to Jess before she moved on as though nothing had even happened, “Peter! I'm watching you, those brushes are school property...”

Feeling humiliatingly singled-out Jess pulled herself more comfortably into her seat and tried to recover from someone else touching her like that; she hated to admit it but she was almost grateful for the towel. She’d spent all day sitting on the hard plastic seats of the school, and to finally have something soft press against her bare ass and pussy made the girl swoon.

Perched up on the stool, and for the first time all day aware that she was now facing other students across the half-circle from her, Jess demurely crossed her legs at the thighs, suppressing a squeal of arousal as she moved, catching her pussy lips in just the right way to send a teasing shock of erotic energy washing over her.

She desperately tried not to look at the naked teacher, but Jess knew in order to even have a hope of paying attention in class she didn't really have a choice. She just tried desperately to ignore the way the woman's bare breasts swayed with every little movement she made, or the way the whole class, girls and guys alike, seemed to be completely enamoured with her...