Coach Crystal didn’t seem to notice what I’d gone and done during class, but I wasn’t gonna ask her anything.
Kat wiggled her hips and blew me a kiss as she ran off to her next class. I ran up the stairs and slipped through the door to Mr. Hewey’s Art Class and took my seat.
“Hello everyone, I’m Mr. Blake Hewey.” He greeted, “I say this because we have a new student in our class!”
Everyone just waved as she walked up to the front of the room.
“Hey, I’m Chloe, I moved here from Fortworth, Texas. I look forward to workin’ with y’all.” The freckled redhead beamed as she walked over to me and took a seat.
“Alright, everyone get a camera! Time to take the photos for our portrait project!”Mr Hewey said.
‘Oh right, forgot we were doing that.’ I thought as I grabbed a camera and pulled out a stool for Chloe.
“Alright, say cheese.”
*Click*
I looked up and rubbed my eyes; was Chloe wearing makeup before?
“What’s wrong, Greg?” Chloe asked, oblivious to the ruby red lipstick and eyeshadow she wore.
“Oh, y-you blinked, let’s take it again.” I stuttered.
*click*
Chloe’s lips plumped up to an alluring pout as her breasts swelled up, the buttons on her flannel shirt flying through the air as they popped off to expose her cleavage.
“Ah man, mah boobies busted another shirt.” Chloe said as she undid her last two buttons and tied the bottom of her shirt into a knot the rested right below her bountiful 60Ds.
I tried to ignore the bulge in my pants and got ready to snap another picture.
“Oh hey, a quarter.” Chloe said as she leaned over the stool, her rear taking up the shot as I pressed the button.
*click*
Her hips stretched out wide, her thighs growing juicy and thicc right before tearing the legs of her jeans open. Her flat leather boots tightened against her legs as the heavy duty heels morphed into six inch stiletto ones.
“Aw dammit, Ah just bought these jeans... oh well.” Chloe said as she pulled the legs off her jeans and cut the fabric off with her scissors.
I just sat there as watched as her buttcheeks inflated and popped right out of her new daisy dukes.
“Are y’all gonna gander at mah ass all day or am I gonna get my picture taken?” Chloe asked.
She’d went from friendly new girl to hot Texas honey in under ten minutes, big hair and all.
“I got it.” I said as she proceeded to pose like she was gonna be in a pin-up calendar.
*click*
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I watch Mr. Dewey do his same old slow lecture as he glacially went from slide to slide... only this time I was alert. Easy to do when a sexy chick from Texas is giving you a hoodie concealed handjob. Her firm yet delicate grasp as she gently stroked my throbbing cock, the country beauty sneaking a quick kiss every time teach turned around.
I was sweating and panting, straining to hold it all in as the lecture neared it’s end.
“Now does anyone anybody have anything to say about the mood of this portrai-“
I interrupted Mr Hewey with a strained, muffled “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” as I blew me load.
“Yes Greg, this portrait does convey a sense of deep pain, possibly physical... I was starting to think you weren’t listening.” The teacher said as he turned away.
Chloe grinned and licked a huge gob of cum off her hand.
The bell rang right then and there and I couldn’t be happier.
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I wiped the rest of the jizz off my crotch and joined my stacked girlfriends at the table to the right of the bathroom.
“Heyyy Greg!” The horny girls smiled.
“Hey ladies, what’s up?” I asked.
“We like, want you to judge us while we do something...” Heather said.
“Oh, sure.... do away.” I said.
I watched Heather, Gwen, Kat, and Chloe pull out a banana. And yes, this is going exactly where you think it’s going; the girls got busy deepthroating the fruit to see who had the least sensitive gag reflex.
I was fine watching their tits jiggle as they all sucked off their fruit... until somebody walked up to me and touched my shoulder.
“What?” I asked.