Stretching exercises

You're looking forward to tormenting Denise, both mind and body, but you're beginning to think of other ways that you can enjoy yourself this gym class with the other four giggling naked girls, who are doing a poor job of discreetly checking out your hardened manhood.

"Okay ladies," you announce to them, as hey line up to listen to you. "Mrs. Tanner was kind enough to let me teach gym for you today. Today, we're going to start by working on stretches. But with a class this size, there's no reason why we can't have a bit of fun, so anyone who I see doing a good job will get a reward."

"What kind of reward do you have in mind?" said one of the girls, Lacy, smirking while staring pointedly at your cock. Denise scowls, but the other three girls giggle.

"Now girls," you scold playfully, "I know you like it when I come to the girls locker room to undress, and I thought it would be a nice treat for us to do gym naked. But I want you to behave yourselves." You adopt a serious tone. "If you want to do gym in the nude again, you'll follow these rules. One, I say what behavior is decent, and what isn't. Two, I don't want want to see any of you girls touching your tits or your twats --- it's lewd, but worse, it's antisocial. If you need some release, you ask someone else for help."

You look to Denise, who is staring at you with a look of utter disgust, covering the breasts with her left arm and her pussy with her right hand, hiding her body from you.

"Denise, what did I just say?"

Denise's hand shot from her petals with a flash. She blushes a deeper shade of crimson, and her eyes register shock at what you just did to her: she hadn't been fingering herself (maybe), but now the other four would think she had been.

"If you're that **** Denise, this one time, I'll take care of it for you," you mock her. You walk up to her, your cock bobbing, and out of the corner of your eyes you see the girls watching. Denise is shooting fire and daggers from her eyes, willing herself to hit you in the face, or elsewhere, but she can't.

"Let go of your tits, Denise. Now," you command. She looks at you defiantly as she brings her left hand to her hip, mirrored by her right. You grasp a breast with your left and begin to knead, and bring your right hand to rifle through her cunt lips. Denise gasps as though someone dumped a cold lake on her, with her nipples jumping to match.

"There, isn't that better? Much more sociable to have someone playing with your body." you say, half to the class and half to Denise in particular, cooing to her as though stroking the fur of a favorite pet.

Denise continued to gasp in either stimulation or outrage, while the other girls watched, gears turning. You take your hands away from Denise's firm body, leaving her awkwardly trying to prevent her from hiding herself again. "Before anyone gets any bright ideas, anyone else who I catch touching themselves will be getting a different treatment than Denise here. They will get punished however I see fit. And don't pester me to help you get off: I can't be running around giving each of you five girls orgasms, as much as I might like to." The other four girls giggle again, more nervously this time: you see them squirming a just a little after your performance with Denise. "You girls are just going to have to help each other a bit." Their giggles die off a little with that remark, followed by a tense silence.

"Alright girls! Let's start out by..."