Be the top performer in the fitness test

It seemed like a normal day until Coach Tanaka started bringing out the cones. The boys and girls around you began to whisper, what was going on?

"Ermmmmm, the, ermmm, presidential fitness test is today. This is a way to judge our benchmark in comparison to the rest of the country. Ermmmm, whoever is the top performer gets full grades for this semester and will be excused from the rest of PE classes"

There was only one person who seemed excited for this development. The girl's basketball jock trying to get a free GPA booster to graduate, Kilmore Hutte. If there were a competition to be the earthly host of the goddess of strength, she would certainly be in the final selection. The muscles on her arms and legs were well-defined like looking at a Renaissance marble statue. Her skin was like obsidian under a night sky flooded with clouds. Her tall stature gave her legs an advantage in strides. But as everyone began to run back and forth it became clear that the size of your ass was your strength.

It was a matter of endurance but each run to the other side of the gym had to be completed within a certain time. While there were some who didn't care and purposely failed the first stride, there were others who went as far as they could. Eventually, it was just you and her keeping pace with one another. You would run to one side and be given just a second to run to the other side. But it just took one stride in front of her to win. Well, to begin to win. When she got a full view of your round ass with sweat dripping down your back and right between your cheeks, it was over for her. "Damn!" she shouted as you heard her footsteps stop and then quickly hasten to catch up with you.

She leans over as you rest for your one-second break and continues to talk as the robotic voice says "go".

"I'll let you win if you let me eat you out right after this. I neeeed my face between those cheeks."

You could feel your spirit breaking, another sprint and you'd be done. You had ****, "Yes!"

And with that, she stopped completely in her tracks. As the buzzer set off, concluding the test.

"Errmmmm, Arya Vulet, you'll be excused from PE for the rest of the semester."

As you were catching your breath, Kilmore grabbed your hand and led you to the shower as everyone else watched in confusion since there was still some of the PE class left. She sat you down on the shower bench and before you could fully catch your breath, her face was already between your fat thighs. Her tongue was flicking your clit like a bedouin eating ice cream for the first time. Her tongue swirled around your pussy as she began to rub the inside of your womb with her two unnailed fingers. Back and forth, up and down, she had clearly had experience with this. Her finger and arm strength made it so she was able to treat your insides like a casual wrist workout.

She flipped you over, and as promised placed her face between your asscheeks. You could feel how sweaty you were back there, but she seemed to not only not care, but relish in it. Licking the drops of sweat as they accumulated around your asshole. Rimming it came naturally to her as she moved her tongue in circles and circles and circles. Her fingers sliding into your womanhood and cyclically pressing up against where her tongue was rest on your ass. Then it suddenly stopped. Just as you turned around to see what the pause was for, you felt her strap-on enter in you. Her right thumb inside your ass as she gripped your asscheek with her other four fingers. Her left hand reaching around to play with your pussy. You had some experience with women, but clearly this woman was ran through. By the time you threw your ass against her for the final time, she had cum once and you had cum at least five times.

"You got some energy in you. You know, your mom apparently lives in an apartment my family owns. Maybe you can stop on by sometime and I can show you more of my moves. Anyways, you're one of my, um, gal pals now. You'll wear my jersey and make sure to keep fit so you can keep up. "

And with that you washed up and left the locker room with the odd look from some who heard some of what went down in that shower.