Max's New Life Part 21

Max's New Life Part 21
by Gymno

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.

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Part 21

The whistle blew again. Miss Ellson announced that the race was over and that the girls had won. They started cheering, hugging each other as they jumped up and down celebrating. Some of them even dove back into the pool and raced for the ring Francis had left behind. Amy got to it first, and she brought it right to our fat teammate, dropping it at his feet.

"You just got beaten by a girl. You must like that." She was looking down at him, her perfect breasts heaving, nipples erect. Her lithe form and flat tummy were enticing, and my eyes were roving her rounded hips and more rounded ass as she walked back to her group. I had forgotten to keep my cock under control, but was fortunately too cold to get it up anyway. My desire for Amy just made my balls ache more than I'd felt them do so before.

"She's such a fucking cunt." Was Francis' reply to this, but he was too much of a coward to say it very loudly, especially with Miss Ellson standing close by with the girls. "So girls, you've won by forfeit. I'll have your reward for you on Tuesday. Congratulations." Miss Ellson told them to head to the showers, saying that they could enjoy it by themselves this time. The girls lined up and walked into the shower, stripping off their suits once inside.

Miss Ellson walked over to us once the girls were in the shower. "I'm very disappointed in you boys. I would have thought you'd be able to outperform a bunch of girls. I guess some of you aren't up to it." She had stopped and was standing in front of Francis. She looked down at him, her breasts so close to his face that they almost touched his chin. "Or are those fucking cunts too good for you, darling?"

Francis turned a deep red and started stammering. "Shut up and get to the shower. You've been deprived of seeing the girls naked, and you're about to be deprived of even more, you stupid, cruel, little fat child." We arrived at the shower just as the girls were exiting, toweling off as we entered, obscuring themselves from us. Miss Ellson followed us in, still in her suit, and watched us shower as usual, but seemed distracted and did not strip or wash herself.

When we were done and dry I realized that class wasn't nearly over yet. I wondered what we'd be doing to kill the rest of our time before leaving for the weekend. Miss Ellson had us in our two lines but hadn't told us to return to the gym. Instead, she called Francis over and made him stand next to her. "I've already illustrated to you, rather effectively I'd thought, that I do not tolerate cruelty towards the innocent. If yesterday's demonstration did not serve to teach you this, perhaps today's will." She was clearly talking about Francis, but none of us spoke, just in case there were other parties involved.

"I've come to realize that some of you believe that failure and cruelty are acceptable in my classes. Let me remind you that they are not only unacceptable, but that they will be met with harsh, memorable punishments." She was looking right at Allen and John, and I swear they grabbed their asses, but I didn't want to lean over to make sure. Our teacher continued. "Francis is a fat, cruel, pathetic little boy, in many ways." Some of the girls giggled at this obvious insult to our classmate's penis.

Miss Ellson went on. "There is nothing that I can do immediately about him being fat, and nothing at all I can do about the size of his pathetic penis." Our teacher told Francis to kneel, and then bend over onto his elbows so that his ass stuck up. "I can, however deal with his cruelty right now." At this, she began spanking our fat little classmate as hard as she could. "If you shed one tear I will make it much worse for you." She said, and Francis was obviously fighting off sobs as Miss Ellson's hands landed on his ass over and over again, making it jiggle and redden.

As the sound of the blows rung out, Miss Ellson's nipples became very hard and her lips parted, showing her white teeth as she breathed steadily in time with the beating she was administering. I know her vagina must have been soaked, because her swimsuit had become transparent in the crotch. I could see her moistened lips spreading apart under her suit as she got off on her brutality. She was really into this spanking, and I knew this was just the beginning for Francis. Our teacher seemed to lead off with a spanking and then follow up with some sort of anal intrusion. She didn't have her dildo with her nor any gloves or lubricant. I actually began to think Francis would get off with a shameful beating, but I was totally wrong.

Miss Ellson administered one final, vicious slap and then told Francis to roll over onto his back. He did as commanded and she stepped over him, straddling his head and giving him a great look directly up at her vagina. Francis' feet were pointed at us and his tiny cock began to get a little bigger as he stared upwards at the large breasts and clearly visible pussy of our teacher. Never missing anything, she said "So, you're showing some interest even after that spanking. I'm beginning to think you like a little domination." I heard Amy quietly say "I told you.", but I don't think our teacher caught it.

Our teacher looked down at the nude boy below her. "You are going on mandatory exercise, starting today. I'll have you thinned down by this spring, and I'll run you so hard you'll wish you'd never gotten fat to begin with. You're also going on a diet, and that's just for starters. Maybe the pesticides in your salads will help you grow up a bit" She clearly meant this to indicate his small cock and I felt sorry for my classmate. She looked up at us. "Why did he fail today, class?" Someone said he was fat and slow, and she agreed with him. "Yes, but ultimately, it was his lack of breath control that kept him from reaching the ring. Francis, you need to learn to hold your breath longer."

Our classmate's penis went soft again at this. He knew there was a punishment in that statement somewhere, but couldn't figure it out. Miss Ellson looked down at him. "If any of you are going to perform oral sex properly, you'll need to learn good breathing techniques, to include holding your breath for extended periods of time." I saw where this was going, and hoped that I wouldn't be called on for a demonstration.

Miss Ellson looked down at Francis again, and she kneeled down, her knees on either side of his head, her ass and vagina just inches away from his face as she told him what to do. "Francis, take a deep breath and hold it." Francis sucked in a lot of air and once he'd finished, our teacher sat on his face, pressing her pussy down onto it hard enough to smother him. He began to struggle against her, his body shaking back and forth. "That's a good start but try to focus on my clitoris, not just the base of my vagina."

I couldn't believe she was making him go down on her. Nothing but her swimsuit was preventing direct contact with her pussy, and I saw Francis actually start to move his head, trying to rub her clit, doing anything to get up for air again. After about 10 seconds Miss Ellson sat up a little and Francis gasped for air. Our teacher adjusted her suit, covering her vagina completely again before going down for another rub from our classmate. "You're going to have to work on your movement, and hold your breath for a lot longer this time. Ready?"

Francis had barely filled his lungs when Miss Ellson sat on him again, her pussy blocking his breathing. Her asshole had to be very close to his nose, and her pussy was soaked. I wondered briefly what she smelled like and had time to be envious of Francis before Miss Ellson sat up again. "That was much better. You managed to rub me the right way that time, and you shifted my suit a little more, you naughty boy."

I saw that her swimsuit had been pushed to the side again, this time so far that it was resting between her lips. As she pulled out her suit and adjusted it, I got a brief and tantalizing look at her bare vagina and the thick carpet of dark hair above it. She looked down at Francis again. "You know, asphyxiation is a form of auto-eroticism. If you deplete the oxygen from your brain, you cum a whole lot more, and some boys can even do it without an erection. Let's see if you're one of them."

She finished this speech by dropping her pussy back onto Francis' face, stifling his breathing while he frantically attempted to rub her off. Soon he hit the spot on our teacher, and she yelled out "Oh, there's a good boy. Yes! Right there. Don't you dare stop until I cum!" Miss Ellson started moaning and rubbing her pussy on Francis' face. He was matching her movements, going in the opposite direction of her thrusts, bringing on her orgasm as he fought for air.

I watched through her damp swimsuit as Miss Ellson's pussy opened and closed over and over again as she gyrated on Francis' face. Her hands went up to her tits and she started rubbing them. She pulled her suit down to her waist so she could suck on her nipples while she got off. She had lifted her ass enough to allow Francis to breathe, and he was still frantically trying to make her cum when she told him to start jerking off.

Without hesitation, Francis' right hand shot to his cock and he started to jerk his small but erect penis off so fast that I could barely tell that his hand was as large as his cock was long. Miss Ellson let this go on for a few seconds and then she plunged her vagina back down onto Francis' face and started really rubbing hard, her head back and hips pumping as she did. Francis shot off, squirting a little bit of jizz out of his cock and onto his hand.

Miss Ellson laughed at this and sat up, off of Francis' face. "I think it's my turn now." She pulled her suit aside, off of her vagina, and began to furiously rub her clit. Her suit was down to below the waist, the crotch of it pulled aside, and her large tits were bouncing as she masturbated. Her pussy was totally bare, and I was close enough to see that her clit was very large and sticking out a little. She started rubbing it in circles, faster and faster, then her whole body locked up. She leaned back, aiming her cunt at Francis and said "Here you go, honey." as she squirted all over his face and chest.

I was shocked. Our teacher had just shot off all over Francis, her cum shooting out in a fountain all over him. She stood up and walked to the shower, leaving him laying there before telling him to get his ass into the shower for a rinse. Once they'd finished rinsing and drying off we walked back to the gym. A lot of the guys were hard, and I wondered if they'd be made to jerk off before the bell rang.

Just walking down the hall naked with an erection was humiliating enough, I thought, but if they had to jerk off for the rest of the class the indignity would be complete. I started to worry about what Miss Ellson had in store for us but when we reached the girl's locker room she joined them and left us to get dressed in the gym by ourselves.

"I can't believe she pissed in his face like that." Allen said as we got dressed. "I don't think it was piss, but it looked like it." Another boy replied. "Was it sticky, like cum?" Someone asked Francis. Francis looked totally shocked by this, and flushed red, unable to answer. "It looked like piss to me, not cum. I think she pissed on him." Said Allen. "You deserved it anyway, you fat little bastard, for making us lose. God knows what she's going to reward those girls with."

None of us had thought of that until now, and we all fell silent and lined up as Miss Ellson came in, leading a group of very smug looking girls. "I want you boys to all practice holding your breath this weekend, and expect you to be able to do it for at least thirty seconds." Our teacher told us. "I'll be timing you in class, and will be very disappointed if you can't handle this assignment."

The bell rang and I left for Homeroom with Steve. We promised to call each other on Saturday and my anticipation of the weekend was keeping my mind off of what had happened in gym class until Jen jumped into the seat next to me. "Susan wants to know how long you can hold your breath for." I started to answer and she told me to just hold it instead, offering to time me. I took a deep breath and held it for a while, the girls watching me intently as I did.

I finally gave in, exhaling hard. Jen and Susan burst into laughter. "Almost a whole minute!" Jen said, looking at Susan. "I don't know if that's good enough. Can you get off that fast?" I turned red as both girls started laughing hard at this and felt embarrassed and a bit angry that they'd tricked me into testing how long I could go down on them. We'd reached Susan's stop but she didn't get off, continuing on to ours and joining Jen as she bounded off of the bus. I wondered if Susan being at our house this afternoon meant I still had to be naked, but didn't want to think about it.

"Come on, Max! We'll race you home!" Jen yelled, running off. I felt like letting them win, and they were inside before I was even two houses away. "Man, you're such a slowpoke." I heard Jen say as I walked into the kitchen.

Jen looked over at me from the table and said, "You can go shower first, but don't forget Mom and Dad's new rule." I was trying to figure out a way to not come back downstairs until Susan left this evening, hoping that she did so before we all ate dinner. After my shower I went into my room and did my homework, not wanting Susan to see me naked. Even though she'd seen me naked in class, this was different. I was in my house, and she would be very close to me, able to check me out at her leisure.

I heard the girls coming upstairs and hoped they'd just go to Jen's room and leave me alone, afraid of what Jen may have decided to do to me today if they didn't.

Continued in Part 22