The Gym

You remember Mrs. Olympia told you that as a top athlete, you get access to the gym. Considering your semi because of Lydia's half finished hummer, it may be a good idea to distract yourself for a while. You grab some exercise clothes, meeting nobody on the way to or from your dorm. You walk into the gym, ready to lift for about an hour, and upon walking in you see Robin squatting what you can only assume is equivalent in weight to a semi-truck.

"Holy shit." you say. Robin, mid-squat, begins to laugh and her legs buckle, so you jog over to her and brace her from behind, helping her up. She clanks the bar back onto the rack and turns around giggling. "Sorry about that." you say, and Robin quickly replies, "I get it, you like what you see," and she winks.

"Well... it was more because of the weight". Robin puts her hands on her hips and taps her foot, staring at you in mock anger. "The weight of... dat ass?". She breaks out in laughter. "How much do you squat, pretty-boy?". You smile, "Uh, not that much. You wanna spot me?". She nods and steps away. You throw your towel onto a nearby table and rack the bar with slightly less than you used to squat, since you hadn't been in the gym for a while. You step under the bar and lift it up, getting used to the weight for a moment before beginning to bend your knees. You bend as far down as you can and start to lift up again. "Hey, you're not too bad back there yourself, Alex". You ignore her comment, not wanting to ruin your set, and continue to lift.

After poking fun at Robin's bench press, smoking her PB and flexing like you're Arnold Schwarzeneger, you sit on the bench, sweating, and Robin sits next to you. "Lydia isn't very happy with you." she says, matter-of-factly. "Yeah." you reply, "I'm gonna work on that". Robin leans her head onto your shoulder, "Just some advice, Lydia is... slightly jealous," she lifts her head up again, and looks at you, "but she clearly likes you, and she appreciates honesty. Just tell her how you feel about her". She plants her head onto your shoulder again, "How do you feel about her?"

"I like her. I'm not sure I want what she wants though". She stands up and grabs her water bottle off the ground, and you can't help but ogle her a bit. "You'll figure it out. Just remember, honesty."

Despite your session with Robin, you don't feel any less worked up than when you started. Luckily, Mrs. Junipers deal with you was designed for this exact thing. Well, maybe not exactly. You make your way to Mrs. Junipers office and use the key to walk right in, assuming that it's empty, considering it's just after dinnertime. Though that may have been too presumptuous of you, as you are met with the (wonderful) sight of Mrs. Juniper's naked top half sitting in her office chair facing the door. She jolts and covers her breasts, or more accurately her nipples, as the rest of her mammaries bounce around behind her palms, using her foot she switches off the milker, you spin around covering your peripheral vision out of respect. From behind you, you hear the shuffling of clothes and soon after, Mrs. Junipers warm voice says, "You can, ahem, turn around now". You see her boundless cleavage in her half-buttoned white shirt, and the hose coming out from inside of her shirt. She tentatively turns on the machine again, before saying "We... may have to figure out a system... regarding the key..."

You reluctantly agree, though you play it off as nervousness. "Are you here to..." she flounders, and you nod. She stands from her chair and walks over to another part of the room, sitting on a leather chair. You walk over to the other side of her desk and drop your pants. You look over at Mrs. Juniper who is facing to the side, relative to you. You slowly begin to pump your semi, and reach into the drawer she mentioned to lubricate yourself. From her half-open shirt, you see part of her breast, and a little peek of her puffy nipple. You begin to breathe heavily, squelching lubricant against your cock to the sight of her fat tits. "Are you sure you don't want any pornog-" she begins to ask, and turns towards you, but upon seeing that you are staring directly at her chest, she turns away again and blushes. "Alex, that is really... not appropriate". She stops the machine and pulls the milker off one tit, and it makes a lewd pop sound that elicits an involuntary moan from the principal. She then plops it onto the other udder.

Regardless, you continue to jerk off to her. "I mean it, Alex." she says, now beginning to collect some confidence, "Stop... looking at my breasts". It's too late for you now though, and you cum, watching her chest jiggle as she speaks. "Fuck!" you grunt as your cum shoots high up into the air, and even Mrs. Juniper pauses her disappointment to admire your superhuman feat. Your thick ropes of cum splatter onto her desk, landing on some papers that you hope weren't too important.

Her eyes are still wide, looking at the puddle of sticky cum on her desk. Luckily (for her), she can't see your cock, slick with cum, from her position in the room. "Alex!" she says, like a disappointed mother, "I... Clean that up, immediately". You apologise half-heartedly. You can't say you didn't enjoy that, but you don't want to piss her off any more than you already have. "You will be punished for this! Do not test my patience again, Alex". You scramble to get tissues from the drawer and hurriedly and thoroughly clean the desk and the papers as best you can.

"Tomorrow, right after dinner, you will be standing in my office- no, you will be kneeling in my office, right in front of the door," Mrs. Juniper shouts, "Don't get any idea, pervert!"

"Yes, ma'am."