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Chapter 12 by dbzzzzz dbzzzzz

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The male orgasm

The room is thick with tension, the anticipation almost palpable. You stand there, your skin flushed and prickling under the intensity of their stares. Ms. Fox shifts the focus from earlier lessons, moving on to the most intimate part of the male sexual experience: the climax.

“Now that we’ve covered the anatomy of arousal,” Ms. Fox says, her tone calm but laced with something more, “it’s time to explore male pleasure and the orgasm—where tension builds to its peak and release.” She turns her attention fully to you, her voice smooth yet commanding. “You’ll demonstrate for the class. You’ll handle it yourself so that everyone has a chance to observe.”

Your heart races, the weight of her words settling over you. There’s ****, no escape. All eyes are on you, and the heat of their gaze makes your cock twitch in your hand. Ms. Fox steps closer, her heels clicking softly on the floor, until she’s right behind you.

“Go ahead, John. Don’t be shy,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper, sending a shiver down your spine.

You freeze.

The moment Ms. Fox’s words leave her lips, it feels like the room shifts, the weight of her instruction crashing over you like a wave. Masturbate? In front of the entire class?

There’s a pause—a split-second of silence—and then the girls erupt.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Michelle blurts out, her calm composure cracking for the first time as she leans forward in her chair, eyes wide with shock. “He’s really going to—?”

“Holy shit,” Ruby gasps, her eyes lighting up with wicked amusement. She crosses her legs, shifting in her seat as she leans forward, grinning. “I knew this class was going to be fun, but damn. What I wouldn’t give to take a photo right now.” She shoots Ms. Fox a knowing look. “Too bad about that no phone rule.”

Sara laughs softly, her smirk growing wider. “Yeah, it’s really a shame we can’t record this. I mean, this is... incredible.” Her eyes lock on your exposed body, her gaze trailing down to your cock, which twitches involuntarily under the scrutiny. “But, you know, at least we get the live show.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, your mind spinning in a mix of shock and panic. Part of you wants to run, to get dressed and leave, but another part of you—the part that’s been aroused since this entire humiliating spectacle began—can’t stop thinking about how every girl in the room is watching you. You can feel your cock pulsing under their gazes, betraying your inner conflict.

Sage crosses her legs, her long, bohemian skirt shifting slightly as she settles deeper into her chair. Her raven hair falls in soft waves around her face, framing the glint of the small piercings on her lip and ears. “You know, in some cultures, being so open with your body is considered freeing,” she says, her voice calm but with an unmistakable tease behind it. “It’s like... tapping into a higher plane of existence.”

She gives you a sly smile, her eyes locked on your cock. “I bet you’re feeling pretty... free right about now, huh?”

Madison, meanwhile, looks like she’s about to faint. Her eyes are wide, her face flushed as she clutches her notebook to her chest like a shield. Her gaze flickers between your body and the floor, her lips slightly parted as she struggles to process what’s happening.

You swallow hard, your throat dry, as your thoughts spiral out of control. No way. You can’t just—there’s no way you’re going to do this. Not here. Not in front of them. It’s crazy. It’s humiliating.

Your brain screams at you to stop, to say something, to protest, but your body—the one part of you that’s painfully aware of how aroused you are—seems to have a mind of its own. Your cock is already fully erect, and the heat of the moment is pushing you dangerously close to the edge.

But you can’t do this. You can’t.

As you stand there, frozen in place, Ms. Fox steps closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor. The heat of her body is palpable as she comes to stand behind you, her breath warm on your neck.

“You’re hesitating,” she whispers, her voice low and almost... understanding. “I can see why. It feels like too much, doesn’t it? Too... intense.”

You don’t say anything, your throat too tight to respond, but you feel her step even closer, her lips almost brushing your ear.

“Let me remind you what’s at stake, John,” she continues, her voice calm but firm. “Your future. That six-figure job waiting for you? Gone. Your scholarship? Revoked. Everything you’ve worked for... all of it, gone.”

You feel your heart rate spike, the fear of losing everything crashing into you. She’s right. If you don’t finish this class, if you fail or get expelled, it’s over. Everything you’ve worked so hard for will slip through your fingers.

But then her tone shifts, her voice growing softer, more seductive. “But that’s not really why you’re hesitating, is it?” she murmurs. “It’s because you want this... don’t you? You want to perform. You want them to watch.”

You swallow hard, your pulse pounding in your ears as her words sink in. She’s right. As humiliating as this is, as terrifying as it feels... part of you does want it. Part of you wants to put on a show, to give them what they’re waiting for.

Ms. Fox’s lips brush your ear, her voice low and sultry. “You’re so close, John. Just... give in. You want to.”

Your hand trembles as you wrap your fingers around your cock again, your body moving before your brain can catch up. The heat in the room, the intensity of their gazes, and the sound of Ms. Fox’s voice in your ear... it’s all too much to resist.

“Good boy,” she whispers, her breath warm against your skin. “Now show them what they’ve been waiting for.”


Slowly, you begin to stroke yourself, each movement heightened by the fact that you’re being watched so intently. Every girl in the room is focused on you, their expressions ranging from amusement to fascination.

Ms. Fox steps even closer, her breath warm against your neck. “You love this, don’t you?” she whispers, her voice soft but dripping with sensuality. “Being the center of attention… feeling their eyes on you. I can tell just by looking at you how much this turns you on.”

Her words send a jolt of arousal straight through you, making your cock pulse in your hand. You can feel your face burning as you pick up the pace slightly, your body reacting to the mix of humiliation and excitement.

“Look at Madison,” Ms. Fox continues, her breath tickling your ear. “She’s been staring at you this entire time. Her eyes haven’t left you for a second. Can you see how wide they are? She can’t look away. And you’ve been staring at her too, haven’t you?”

Your gaze flickers to Madison, and sure enough, her eyes are locked on your body, her cheeks flushed red as her full, buxom chest rises and falls rapidly. The way her blouse stretches over her breasts makes it impossible not to stare. You’ve been noticing them the whole time, imagining this exact moment, and now it’s happening in front of her. The intensity of her gaze only makes your cock harder, and you feel yourself losing control of your breathing.

“She knows you’ve been watching her,” Ms. Fox whispers, her lips almost brushing your ear. “She knows exactly how much you’ve been staring at her breasts. You’re loving this, aren’t you? Knowing that she’s watching your every move.”

Your hand moves faster, your grip tightening as you stroke yourself. Each movement feels electric, magnified by the way the girls are watching so closely.

“She’s not the only one, though,” Ms. Fox murmurs. “Sara’s practically drooling over you. Can you feel her eyes on you? She loves this. She’s enjoying seeing you so ****.”

Your gaze shifts to Sara, who’s leaning forward in her seat, her eyes glued to your cock. Her petite body is practically buzzing with excitement, and the playful smirk on her lips tells you just how much she’s enjoying this. Her chest rises slightly, her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her crop top. The sight sends another wave of arousal coursing through you.

“Look at her,” Ms. Fox says, her voice lower now, almost a purr. “She’s been waiting for this moment. You can see it in her eyes. And so can everyone else.”

Sara gives you a slow, deliberate wink, her gaze never leaving your hand as it moves over your cock. Your body responds immediately, heat flooding your core as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

“You’re doing so well,” Ms. Fox whispers, her breath hot against your skin. “But don’t think I haven’t noticed how much you’ve been watching Ruby too…”

Your eyes flick to Ruby, who’s sitting casually with her legs crossed, a devilish grin plastered on her face. Her tight, form-fitting dress clings to her curves, and the way her breasts strain against the fabric is impossible to ignore. She licks her lips slowly, her green eyes gleaming with amusement as she watches you.

“She’s loving every second of this,” Ms. Fox says, her voice sultry. “She can’t wait to tease you about it later. You’re completely exposed to her, and she knows just how much this turns you on.”

Ruby catches your eye, her grin widening as she leans forward slightly. “Come on, John, don’t be shy,” she says, her voice low and teasing. “We’re all waiting.”

You can feel your body responding to the pressure, your cock throbbing harder in your hand as your strokes become more urgent. Every inch of your skin feels like it’s on fire, your arousal building with each whispered word from Ms. Fox and every teasing comment from the girls.

“Don’t rush it,” Ms. Fox murmurs. “You’re close, but I want you to hold on for just a little longer. They’re all watching, waiting for that final moment when you lose control.”

You can barely focus now, your body trembling as the tension builds. Your gaze shifts again, landing on Michelle, who’s sitting quietly but intensely watching, her gaze sharp and focused. Her toned body is perfectly still, but there’s a spark of interest in her eyes as she observes your every movement. Her sports bra clings to her chest, and the way she’s studying you makes your breath hitch.

“Michelle’s been watching so carefully,” Ms. Fox whispers, her tone dark and teasing. “She’s analyzing every move you make, every stroke, every twitch. How does that feel? Knowing that she’s observing you so closely.”

Michelle’s eyes flick to yours, and for a moment, you feel completely exposed under her gaze, as if she’s judging every part of your performance. It only adds to the pressure building inside you, making it harder to hold back.

“You’re barely holding on, aren’t you?” Ms. Fox continues, her voice soft but relentless. “You can feel it building… that tightness in your chest, the way your body is trembling. You’re right on the edge.”

You can’t take it anymore. The mix of their teasing, Ms. Fox’s whispers, and the weight of their stares pushes you over the edge. Your body tenses as the pressure becomes too much, and with a final stroke, you feel the release surge through you.

Your orgasm hits like a wave, crashing over you in intense pulses. Your cock throbs hard in your hand, and you let out a low, involuntary groan as the pleasure overwhelms you. Your entire body shudders with each pulse, your legs trembling as you give in completely.

Ms. Fox’s voice is soft but commanding as she whispers one final time, “Good boy. That’s it… let it all out.”

You feel the heat of every gaze on you, every girl in the room watching as your body jerks with the **** of your climax. You can barely catch your breath, your mind swimming as the pleasure washes over you in waves.

As the last tremors of your orgasm fade, the room falls silent for a moment, the tension slowly dissipating. You stand there, breathless and trembling, your body still humming with the aftershocks of release.

Ruby is the first to break the silence, her voice filled with amusement. “Now that was worth waiting for.”

Sara laughs softly, her eyes still fixed on you. “Yeah… definitely a perfect finish.”

Ms. Fox steps back, her voice returning to its professional tone as she addresses the class. “I trust you all learned something valuable today. This was a perfect demonstration of male pleasure and release.”

She gives you one last look, a sly smile playing at her lips. “Well done, John. You exceeded expectations.”

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