Madison

You stand there, fully exposed, your skin prickling under the intensity of their gazes. The heat of the moment surges through you, your heart pounding in your chest. Every nerve in your body feels on edge, as if every inch of your skin is magnified under their scrutiny. Your cock twitches involuntarily, standing fully erect, throbbing from both the humiliation and undeniable arousal that’s coursing through you.

Ms. Fox steps forward, her cool, authoritative voice cutting through the room. “Alright, John, you’ve got a decision to make,” she says smoothly, a slight smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “Who would you like to assist you?”

The room feels thick with tension as the question hangs in the air, every eye in the room trained on you, waiting. You can feel the heat creeping up your neck as Ms. Fox turns to the girls. “Any volunteers?” she asks, her voice casual, but the room is buzzing with anticipation.

Without hesitation, Ruby shoots her hand up first, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, I’m definitely up for it,” she says, her wicked smile sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body. She shifts slightly in her seat, her tight black dress stretching over her chest and hugging every curve. Your eyes flicker down, unable to help but notice the way her breasts rise as she leans forward.

Next to her, Sara chuckles softly, her hand going up as well. “You know I’m always happy to lend a hand,” she says, her petite frame almost bouncing with excitement. Her jeans and crop top cling to her body, emphasizing her lithe figure. She tilts her head slightly, giving you a teasing grin as her eyes trail down your body.

Michelle, ever composed, gives a calm nod. “I’ll do it,” she says, her voice steady, confident. Her dirty blonde hair is tied up in a bun, and her toned body glistens under the classroom lights in her red sports bra and yoga pants. She’s calm, collected, but there’s a flicker of interest in her gaze as she eyes your exposed form.

Across the room, Sage is more laid-back, blowing a bubble with her gum before popping it. “Sure, why not?” she says, her voice casual, as if this is all just another day. Her loose, off-the-shoulder tee drapes lazily over her body, giving you glimpses of her smooth skin as she shifts. Her raven-black hair falls loosely around her face, and her half-lidded gaze follows the others’ teasing with a slow smile.

You can feel your pulse racing as their eyes remain fixed on you, each girl clearly eager to take control. Your mind races, and the weight of the decision feels crushing.

But then, out of the corner of your eye, you see Madison, sitting quietly in her seat, her gaze cast downward. Unlike the others, she’s not raising her hand. Her fingers fidget with the edges of her notebook, and her full, buxom chest rises and falls rapidly as if she’s trying to control her breathing. Her nervous energy stands out in stark contrast to the confident boldness of the other girls.

Ms. Fox steps closer to you, her breath warm against your ear. “Pick Madison,” she whispers, her voice low and encouraging. “She’s shy, but this could really help her come out of her shell. You’d be doing her a favor.”

You glance back at Madison, her head still down, her face flushed a deep red. The other girls—Ruby’s wicked grin, Sara’s playful smirk, Michelle’s composed stare, Sage’s casual shrug—feel intense, too intense. But Madison, with her nervousness, seems like she might make this a little easier. Less teasing, less humiliation. And Ms. Fox’s words stick with you—this could be her chance to grow.

You clear your throat, your voice shaky as you say, “I pick... Madison.”

The room falls silent for a moment. Madison’s head snaps up, her wide eyes locking with yours in shock. “M-me?” she stammers, her voice trembling. Her cheeks burn red, and her buxom chest rises and falls even faster as she processes what’s happening.

Ruby lets out a soft snort, crossing her legs with a smirk. “Didn’t see that coming,” she mutters, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Sara leans forward, her lips curling into a playful smile. “Oh, this should be fun,” she says, her voice light but teasing. Her eyes flick to Madison, then back to you. “Good luck,” she adds with a wink.

Even Michelle gives a slight, approving nod. “Interesting choice,” she says softly, her sharp gaze still locked on you.

Sage pops another bubble, raising an eyebrow. “Well, she’s definitely gonna learn something today,” she says lazily, her eyes glinting with curiosity.

Madison stands, her hands trembling slightly as she walks slowly toward you, clearly out of her depth. Her full, buxom figure shifts under the fabric of her modest blouse, the soft swell of her breasts pushing against the fabric as she approaches. Her nervousness is palpable, but there’s a spark of determination in her eyes as she finally stops in front of you.

“I... I don’t really know how to...” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

“It’s okay, Madison,” Ms. Fox says gently. “Just take your time.”

Madison’s breathing is shallow, her chest heaving as she glances down at your fully erect cock. You feel another pulse of heat surge through you as her eyes linger, and you have to fight to keep your composure.

Your gaze trails down to her body, her full breasts straining against the fabric of her blouse, and you can’t help but notice the way they rise and fall with each rapid breath. The fabric clings to her curves, emphasizing her softness and her figure, and the sight of her standing so close to you, her hands shaking, only heightens your arousal.

Finally, she reaches out, her fingers trembling as they hover just inches away from your cock. Her first touch is barely there—just the softest graze of her fingertips along your shaft—but it sends a shiver through you, and you can’t suppress the small groan that escapes your throat.

Madison pulls her hand back quickly, her face flushing even deeper. “S-sorry,” she whispers, her eyes flicking up to meet yours for the briefest moment.

You shake your head. “No... no, it’s fine.”

Ruby lets out a low laugh from her seat. “Oh, come on, Madison. He’s not made of glass.”

Madison’s eyes flicker with nervousness, but she steels herself, her hands still trembling as she reaches out again. This time, her fingers wrap around your shaft, her grip light but steady. The heat of her touch sends another wave of arousal through you, and your cock twitches in her hand.

She hesitates for a moment, her wide eyes meeting yours, and this time, she doesn’t look away. The eye contact is intense, charged with something neither of you can quite name, and for a moment, everything else fades. Her nervousness seems to melt slightly as she holds your gaze, her fingers tightening around your cock as she slowly begins to stroke.

The sensation is electric. Her touch is gentle, tentative at first, but as the seconds pass, you can feel her gaining confidence. Her soft fingers slide up the length of your shaft, exploring you with growing curiosity. Her hand moves slowly, but with more certainty now, and you can see the spark of something new in her eyes.

Madison looks down at your cock again, her lips parted slightly as she concentrates. Her fingers trail up to the head, circling it softly before sliding back down. You can feel every movement, every shift of her hand, the sensation heightened by her growing confidence.

Ruby lets out a low whistle. “Look at that. She’s getting the hang of it.”

Sara leans in, grinning. “I think she’s enjoying herself.”

Madison’s blush deepens at the comments, but her hands don’t falter. She glances back up at you, her wide brown eyes locking with yours once more, and you can see the nervousness giving way to something else—something more determined. Her full chest presses against her blouse as she leans closer, her breath quickening as she continues to stroke you, her touch firmer now.

Her hand lingers on you, trailing up and down with a steady rhythm. You can feel her growing more comfortable with each passing second, her fingers wrapping more tightly around your cock as she experiments with different strokes. Her touch is no longer tentative—it’s deliberate, more confident.

“I-I think I should measure it now,” she says softly, her voice still shaking but tinged with pride.

Ms. Fox hands her the ruler, and Madison takes it with a deep breath. She places it at the base of your cock, her fingers still wrapped around you, and inches the ruler upward, her eyes focused.

Her cheeks flush again as she reads the number aloud. “It’s... seven and three-quarters inches,” she says, her voice filled with a mix of awe and embarrassment.

“Oh, so close to eight,” Ruby teases, her voice light. “Almost there, John.”

Michelle, adds, "It's better than way. There's such a thing as too big, you know."

Your cock throbs, betraying you one more time. Sage, calm and composed as always, says, "There's no shame in taking pleasure from your own body, John. Embrace it."

Ms. Fox steps forward, and politely turns to Madison and you. "Madison, honey, you can let go now." Everyone giggles as you and Madison realize that she is still holding your cock.

She stammers, her newly gained confidence vanishing as she blushes red and say, "Y-yes Ms. Fox. Of course."

Her hand slides off your cock, and you can't help but moan softly, already missing her touch.