...a lap around the track.

“...we’ll be starting our lesson with a quick lap around the track.”

Sabrina gets up and joins the rest of her class on the track. Even though everybody has already seen everything Sabrina has to offer, all eyes and attention are still on her.

“Dude, I still can’t believe Stevens made her go naked...”

“I can’t believe he made her do those warm-ups!”

“Yeah, seeing her do those jumping jacks was fucking awesome!”

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna forget what her kitty and asshole look like when she’s bent over...”

“We’re gonna get to see her tits non-stop for the rest of class!”

“Leave her alone, you fucking creeps!” shouts Rebecca. “What, have you losers never seen a naked girl before?”

“Shut up, bitch!” yells an angry boy.

“Yeah, stop defending her, Rebecca! It’s her fault she’s naked anyway.”

“Enough fighting, class!” Mr. Stevens blows his whistle. “And enough harassing Sabrina, gentlemen. I want to hear no more of it, understood?”

The boys all groan. “Okay, Coach...”

Sabrina shuffles nervously in place, her tits and pussy still fully exposed and uncovered as Stevens demanded. She can’t believe this is happening. It’s like a nightmare, but it’s all too real...

“Alright everybody,” Stevens says. “One lap around the track, be finished in three minutes or less.” He blows his whistle. “Go!”

The class takes off running, with Sabrina lagging behind almost immediately. Her breasts bounce in the warm wind as she runs. She wasn’t necessarily the fastest runner before, but now, with her lack of footwear and free-moving tits, running is made very... inconvenient for Sabrina. As usual, it isn’t long until a few of the guys notice Sabrina’s “predicament”.

“Bro, look at Sabrina’s tits!”

“Check it out, dude!”

“Hahaha, they’re bouncing again!”

“That’s fucking sick!”

Soon, all the boys are aware of Sabrina’s situation. Some are even bold enough to turn around and start walking backwards just to check her out!

“Just ignore them, Sabrina, keep running.” says Rebecca.

“I’m trying to!” cries Sabrina. “But now they’re all turning around and looking at me!”

“I know, Sabrina, just try your hardest to ignore them...”

Mr. Stevens angrily blows his whistle again. “Boys! Turn around and leave Sabrina alone!”

Unfortunately for Sabrina, most of the boys ignore Stevens and continue to walk backwards, still staring at Sabrina’s beautiful bouncing mammaries, much to her embarrassment.

But soon, the lap ends. Sabrina and Rebecca are the last to finish.

“Girls, as your punishment for finishing last, you will be picking up the stuff from the storage closet for today’s sport.”

Sabrina and Rebecca groan. Nobody likes having the job of collecting the supplies from the closet. “God damn it!” Rebecca shouts.

“Today’s sport is...”