P. E.

Max entered the gymnasium with his usual wish he'd be allowed in the girl's locker room fantasy on mind. Just when he had set his stuff down to change in the boy's locker room, Coach Francis entered. Amid the howls and whistles of his classmates, Max heard her yell his name.

"Berton," she said. "My office now!... Bring your bags" Max followed her lead out of the locker room. Coach Francis' office was in the girl's locker room. Class hadn't stared yet so once they entered every where Max looked he saw girls changing. They strangely didn't mind him looking. They continued chatting amongst themselves, a few even waved at him while changing into their sports bras, giving him a great view of their jiggling titties. Nonetheless he heard Coach Francis bark, "Eyes forward Berton!"

Max had no problem complying because despite her name, Coach Martha Francis was the single hottest woman in the school. A natural red head, she was tall, she had huge breasts. Bets had been made amongst the guys on both their size and whether they were real or not. Though they had no idea how they'd find out. She had played volley ball in college so her ass and legs very toned. He contented himself to watching her ass shake under her short, tight, gym shorts. Until they entered her office and sat on top of her desk facing him. Max stared at the way her breasts stretched her tee shirt. He thought about how much he'd like to see them. Coach Francis cleared her throat, meaning that 'her eyes where up here'. Max looked up and blushed.

"Don't worry about it." She said. "Young men like yourself are naturally curious about the female body." She stood up from her desk and pulled a sweatshirt and a pair of sweat pants from her gym bag. "But it's your lack of control that concerns me, Berton." Max held his breath as she pulled off her shirt exposing her bare chest. Her breasts were surprisingly perky and full despite their size, which he guessed were probably G-cups. She had very large areolae a few shades darker than her skin. She cupped her hands beneath them and bounced them a little. Max could feel his blood rushing south. She finally pulled on her sweatshirt. "Most guys look away when they've been caught perving. But you just keep on staring until something else grabs your attention. Always wanting to see more." She said. "Like now that I've changed tops and you've seen that I don't wear bras. Your eyes haven't looked above my waist line. You're waiting, wondering, wanting to see, to know, if I'll change my bottoms in front of you as well, if since I don't wear bras do I wear panties?"

She was right he wanted to see more. He wanted her to continue changing in front of him. Just as the thought crossed his mind. Coach Francis' hands went to her waist band and pulled down her shorts, revealing black panties. "I had hoped by getting you used to seeing the female form you'd calm down." She turned to show that they had a thong back.

Max's cock was rigid in his pants. He wanted more. He wanted her panties. He wanted to see her pussy. Though he expected her to stop, she continued.

"From now on you are assigned to dress out in the girl's locker room." She said pulling down her panties. She let them drop down to the floor before stepping out of them and sitting down to pull on her sweatpants. As she spread her legs Max saw that her red pubic hair was trimmed short and her pussy was a tight looking innie. Once she had her sweats fully on, she picked up her panties and placed them in Max's hand. They were warm and moist in the crotch."You look to be the type who collects these, and I wouldn't want you going through my bag to find them." She said. "You have ten minutes to finish dressing out and line up for warm-ups.

Max spent the next twenty minutes jerking of with Coach Martha Francis' panties around his cock.