Your art class

You hurry out of the restaurant with your slightly swollen cock swinging to a fro as you walk. You hop on the bus, being careful not to inadvertently smack anyone with your dick. You thought about putting it away but decided it was much more comfortable this way. The winks from the women on the bus were a nice confidence boost as well.

After you reach your stop, you rush to the room that your live nude model art class is occurring in. Quietly opening the door you sneak to your station and pick up the brush.

"MR MEHOFF WHERE WERE YOU?!" Mrs Tabitha, your art teacher barked.

"We cannot proceed without you and have been waiting for over ten minutes. Please dilate the model."

Dilate the model, what is she talking about, you think to yourself. You then notice that the model everyone is waiting to paint. A cute dirtly blonde with shoulder length curls, larger than average areoles on her perky breasts and two fingers knuckle deep in her vagina. A concerned look would cross her face as she would remove her fingers only to have the opening to her pussy immediately close up. You suddenly realize the teachers request, as the only male participant in the class, they were looking for your specialty. Somehow you had forgotten that the plan for your vagina art class this week was a gaping vagina.

The sight of her hairless vagina made your cock swell. As it raised to attention it inadvertently knocked over your easel, which noisily collapsed onto the floor. Melissa, the cute British girl who you had a crush on you giggled. Her long black braids obscuring the nipples of her small breasts.

You lock eyes with the model who you can tell is slightly nervous. She pulls her knees towards her body while staring you in the eye. You walk over and without saying a word, start to glide your large cock into her tight vagina. You withdraw it, only to have her pussy close up again. Putting it in again, you start fucking her with a slow rhythm. She lets out a soft moan, so you start to fuck her hard. You can feel the walls of her pussy tighten around you as she comes.

Locked in to the moment, you fail to notice that many of your classmates have their hands down their pants and are masturbating while watching you. You look for Melissa, who with a slighly jealous look on her face, has just pulled down her jeans enough to see her a tuft of well trimmed public hair.

You can feel the cum welling up inside of you.