Your classmates are still clothed, but your teachers....

The stage lights are bright after standing so long in the dark backstage, and you wince, suppressing the reflex to use one of your hands- precious, precious cover- to shield your eyes. Once you blink away the pain though, your eyes go wide; while every girl in the audience is still dressed, gawking at your naked body, you get the idea that they were already making the same expression, and you can tell why, as you stare at the people on stage with you.

“As you can see,” Ms. Pershing says, her tone as terse and measured as she can manage, “Sam will be joining us following today’s 'dress code'. I hope now you can see that he, as well as we members of the faculty, are willing to put skin in the game, if you'll pardon the expression" You aren't even paying enough attention to catch the pun-- all your attention is on Ms. Pershing's perky, pale posterior, completely naked in front of you as she stands totally exposed behind the podium. As she speaks, she turns and gestures over her shoulder to you, revealing her naked breasts in profile, as well as her blushing cheeks, the only thing betraying her embarrassment past her steely demeanor. She catches you staring and you turn your head-- but nowhere in your field of view is free of flesh, and you see that you and Sasha aren't the only two naked on stage.

To Ms. Pershing's left stands Mrs. Cassidy. Well, 'stands' is a generous term, because your gym teacher's generous physique is proving tough for her to keep covered. One arm is barely keeping her breasts concealed, each nervous shift threatening to send a nipple spilling out into the open, and she's shifting plenty as she hops back and forth between one leg and another, trying to keep at least one leg raised to cover her crotch at all times. Her other hand is behind her back in a vain attempt to cover her ass from your bulging eyes but between the sheer size of each toned cheek and her nervous wobbling, she wasn't hiding much.

Ms. Amber stood to Ms. Pershing's right, ample ass uncovered as she covered focused completely on her front, and you can't help but stare. Slowly your eyes drift up to her face, tearing your gaze away from her smooth, round, lightly wobbling cheeks (it takes you a couple of tries to get your eyes all the way off them) and you meet her eyes as she looks over her shoulder, cheeks beet red but trying her damnedest to keep a straight face. You go pale for a second- or at least, a pink, as your blush and surprise butt heads- when you jump as a hand touches the small of your back.

"You're doing great, hon," says the kindly voice of Ms. Webb, the art teacher, and you turn to look at her, only to get an eyeful of her tits, as she stands with her arms to her sides, letting everything hang out. She gives you a smile and a wink, and as she walks by you can trace a floral pattern tattoo across the expanse of her bare skin, starting with flower blooming with her own nipple a bud underneath it, moving up to her shoulder and onto her back, all the way down to another big bloom on her hip, stretched across the wide canvas of her thick hips and wobbling rear, which captivates you as she moves to stand next to Ms. Pershing, giving the blushing principal a confident, almost smug grin, as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Thank you, Danielle..." Ms. Pershing says, clearing her throat and fighting away some of the red in her cheeks, before she addresses the audience once more, "Well now, you see? We're all on the same page up here on stage. Now I believe it's your turn, all of you?" The shocked silence, previously only broken by a particularly confident cat-caller, builds into another urgent murmur, each girl in the audience already stunned by the display, and going through their own version of the same dilemma you just faced-- strip naked, in front of everyone? Of course, you had another issue growing yourself- or grown already, to full mast, and already starting to leak. The women around you on stage already had you on the verge of busting into your hands, and you swallowed hard, not knowing if it the girls joining in was about to make things so much better, or much much worse.