Max's New Life Part 8
by Gymno

Copyright 2008 by Gymno, all rights reserved

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.

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This copyrighted work is the property of the author and may not be published, copied, or borrowed from without the author's permission. The story, and the characters, events, and places in it are a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is merely coincidence and is not intentional by the author. Events depicted are works of fantasy and may be illegal if conducted in real life and are therefore not condoned or practiced by the author. Comments are welcomed at makemestrip@gmail.com
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Part 8

Miss Ellson must have pulled her suit off when the girls did, and I realized that if I'd seen that happen I probably would have cum immediately. She was the sexiest woman I'd ever seen, and the first one I'd seen naked.

Watching her tight, wet body as she inspected the class was driving me crazy, making my hard penis throb for mercy as I looked at her large, firm breasts and their perky nipples, her tight body, her amazing ass, and tantalizing vagina. I noticed that a lot of the girls were examining her as she walked around, and that the boys she was near got hard almost instantly at the sight of her.

Occasionally Miss Ellson would turn her back to me as she instructed someone else, showing me an ass that was so well toned that it was perfect. As she would turn again, the line of her pubic hair would drag my eyes down to her pussy, which I caught glimpses of as she walked around. I couldn't stop myself from looking but did my best to wash quickly and rinse before she could get to me and help me wash myself. I knew that if she touched me I'd finally cum, and I'd done so well resisting it so far that I didn't want to give in now.

As the students finished rinsing off they followed Miss Ellson as she moved to the back of the shower-room, listening as she gave hygiene lessons to the rest of us.

"Very good, Maggie. Top-to-toe, with nothing missed in between. Make sure to scrub between your buttocks too, Mike, and to wash under your scrotum. Bill, that goes for you too..."

Our teacher kept on like this, offering advice and comments to students as she neared them, those students who had rinsed already gathering behind her. I had managed to rinse off completely before she arrived but it was obvious that she was focused on me anyway.

She walked right up to the shower that I was using and stood close enough so that I could get a good look at her. She stood with her legs apart, showing me her pussy, as she grabbed some shampoo and began to scrub her hair, saying "Now girls I want you to pay attention to how I'm doing this. It's important that you do it properly." She turned around and I watched the suds flow down her back, into her ass, and down her legs to the drain.

After rinsing her hair, she turned back to me, and her eyes went immediately to my cock. She grabbed some soap and began washing herself. Then she quietly said to me "Start rubbing your nipples." She turned to the class, making them watch me as she said "Notice that Max is using an alternative method of masturbation, which does not require direct penis stimulation." She was done washing her face and had begun to soap her breasts and stomach, her hands inching lower as she was washed her thighs, and between her legs.

I couldn't take it anymore and started to cum a little as she turned around and began soaping up her ass, her hands sliding between her cheeks, pulling them apart as she did, offering me the fullest view of her vagina that I could possibly get.

As she did this, she turned to the class to say "We've finally gotten to see how large Max's penis is. Girls, if this arouses you, I want you to begin masturbating and I expect every other boy with an erection to start jerking it off to work on your technique."

Every boy with a hard-on, and there were a lot of them, began to masturbate at different speeds, some frantically and others slowly, seeming to savor the moment as they stared at our gorgeous, soapy teacher and her incredible nude body. The girls began to watch, some beginning to rub themselves off, turning to look as some of the boys began to spray cum onto themselves and the wet floor around them. Not many of us lasted very long before orgasm, mostly thanks to the sight of our nude teacher.

The feeling of rubbing my nipples while fully erect and watching Miss Ellson soap up and rinse was making my cock quiver with excitement. Then I glanced over to see Sarah, Susan and a few other girls sitting on the floor, legs apart, rubbing themselves off. Amy was masturbating too, but she was on all fours, her ass facing me, fingering her pussy from behind, watching me over her shoulder.

I tried to stop myself from cumming, but couldn't do it. My eyes whipped back to Miss Ellson's incredible ass and partially exposed vagina and she turned to rinse off as I began to cum violently, stream after stream of hot jizz spraying all over Miss Ellson. I was cumming all over her chest, bathing her tits in jizz, and it just kept going as my first jets were slowly being washed away down her stomach and pubic area. I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop. I kept cumming, rubbing my nipples and staring at my cock as it pumped, my hips thrusting, my ass clenched tightly.

My gym teacher backed up out of range, sat on the wet shower floor, and spread her legs. Then she too began rubbing her pussy off, teasing her right breast as she did, occasionally sucking it and then letting it drop down so she could repeat with the left one. As she did this, her fingers went from rubbing her lips to sliding into them, and then they were gone, buried in her vagina, curving up and back out and in, out and in. She was watching me as she did this and said "It's never going to go down like that, Max. Start jerking it off for us." Without hesitating or thinking, I finally grabbed my erect penis and began to stroke it off.

I thought I had been nearly done cumming but once I grabbed my cock and felt how big and thick it was, I started to cum again, never taking my eyes off of Miss Ellson as I jerked off. My penis felt incredible in my hand. I forgot about my classmates, forgot about my morals and ethics, and forgot that I was naked, hard, and masturbating for a nude woman. All I could focus on was the hot, thick penis in my hand and the sprays of cum jetting out of it as my teacher dug into her pussy and started to moan. This made me cum even more, spraying my face and chest, and I thought it would never end but soon I was holding my soft penis, warm water washing me off, cum dripping from my chin. I felt so relieved that I nearly passed out.

I had an erection all day and I'd finally gotten off. I felt like I'd just had an orgasm that paid for every erection that I'd ever ignored. As my heart slowed down Miss Ellson stood and rinsed off. "I hope that you girls got a good demonstration of how to masturbate from me. We'll be going over multiple techniques throughout the year, including the one that Amy has managed to discover already."

I suddenly remembered my classmates. I remembered where I was. I remembered that what I had done was wrong, so wrong that it was a sin! I couldn't believe I'd succumbed to all this temptation and I was depressed by my weakness. Here I was, only 13 years old, surrounded by harlots and hedonists, boys that got turned on by exposing themselves and girls that got more turned on by forcing the boys to pleasure themselves. My teacher was the worst! Miss Ellson was a Succubus, a devil in the flesh here to tempt young boys with her body as she bared and pleasured herself to them!

I was so ashamed that I could barely stand myself. I wanted nothing more than to be covered, to hide my shame, to erase what I had just done. I heard Miss Ellson say "I also hope that Max's demonstration has taught you about masturbation. Now don't expect to ejaculate as much as he did, or for as long. Multiple orgasms for men are abnormal, but not bad at all. If you work at it you can learn to control your orgasms, prolonging them, allowing you to ejaculate a little more each time as your buildup increases." I hated being reminded of my act and the attention that it was giving me. Thankfully, my humiliation was nearly over.

The class lined up to leave, and we took towels from a rack near the shower-room, dried off, and deposited them in a hamper near the door, destroying any hope of decency. As we left I realized that we were all going back to the gym naked, Miss Ellson included, and my shame kept building.

Seeing the nude girls as we walked back did nothing for me, nor did watching Miss Ellson's nude form as she walked ahead of us. I was beyond arousal, too ashamed to ever get erect or masturbate again.

As we walked, I could tell that the girls in line next to me were glancing down at my penis, seemingly enticed by it. I kept my eyes forward and ignored this, focusing on how I was going to repent my sins and ensure that I never committed them again.

Finally we reached the locker-room and Miss Ellson told the boys to continue on to the gym to get dressed for homeroom. I was thrilled that the end of this terrible day was finally just one class-period away. We entered the gym and began to dress but I noticed something odd. All the boys were trying to get a look at my cock. I ignored them and pulled my pants on as fast as I could. We had finished dressing and lined up again, waiting for Miss Ellson and the girls to enter so that we could all leave for homeroom.

Miss Ellson and the girls walked into the gym and lined up opposite us. She turned to them and said "Some of you were not entirely forthcoming during class today. You all know that you have an opportunity to report arousal, and you also know the consequences for failing to take advantage of this." Three of the girls looked very nervous, Susan included.

Our teacher stood at the head of our lines and said "Autumn, Susan, and Danielle, your punishment will begin now." I was surprised when, without a word or any hesitation, three of the girls sat down and began removing their shoes and socks. One of them, Danielle, I think, had on a skirt so short that it rode up to her hips when she did this, baring her vagina to the class. This brief flash was inconsequential, for shortly afterward all three girls stood, pulled off their shirts, and bared their breasts to the class, confirming that they had been braless. Clearly none of them wore panties either, for the skirts came next, and now there were three nude girls standing amid nine clothed ones.

The girls' bare bodies were devoid of pubic hair, and their breasts were all small, accentuated by stiff nipples. They looked cold and isolated, made more girlish by a lack of pubic hair to cover their smooth vaginas, although Autumn had dark stubble above hers that matched her thick, black hair. Even noticing their firm bottoms as they turned to leave at the bell, and the fact that Susan did indeed have a vagina that was more accentuated than the other girls did nothing to arouse me. I was still ashamed, and completely under control of my body's urges.

When I got back to homeroom I realized that both Autumn and Danielle were in class with me. No one said anything about them being naked as they put their clothing into their bags and sat, waiting for the final bell of the day. Our homeroom teacher did acknowledge their nudity, and what he said burned into my mind, making me realize just how strict, evil, and hedonistic this school really was.

Our teacher addressed both nude girls, saying "Now I assume I don't have to remind you girls, but just in case I do, remember that you are to remain naked on the bus-ride home, and for the rest of today. We have left messages for your parents about this already. Also, because this punishment occurred during the final period of school" He said, examining the slips of paper provided him by the girls, "you will report to school naked tomorrow to serve out your full-day punishment."

I was surprised at this and looked outside. The wind was blowing snow everywhere and they were sending two girls home naked, and making them come back that way tomorrow. I thought they'd freeze, or die of shame. Then I remembered Susan's treatment of me and although I know it was wrong, I felt no pity for her because of it, nor for these two girls, who may have been harlots like she was. I just sat, quietly, waiting for the bell to ring so I could finally go home.

Continued in Part 9