Ms. Olympia

You find the gymnasium, and see that there's only one person in the gym. You presume her to be Mrs. Olympia, from her slender, hourglass phsyique.

"Alex, I presume? Welcome to phys-ed, I'm Mrs. Olympia. I've rented this hall out for us to use during this class so I can guage your physical capabilities." she stretches.

"You look fit. Do you train?" she asks, and you answer: "Yes, at least twice a week."

"Fantastic!" she beams, "Any specific sports you play, or are you a fitness freak?"

"Before I moved school I was in wrestling". Her mouth somehow smiles even harder. "Lovely, we have a fantastic wrestling team here at St. Sappho. You'll fit right in." she laughs, "Well, not quite. But almost. I'll sign you up."

You nod, smiling back at her.

"Let's wrestle, Alex."

You get changed, same as she does, into a skintight wrestling uniform. Ms. Olympia's uniform distracts you, and may, as it turns out, stretch your uniform.

She gets down on all fours. "You can start with the advantage. I'm sure I'll be able to turn it around". You get down behind her and brace yourself over her. "Press yourself into me! Pound me into the floor so hard I can't move!" She shouts go, and you push down on her body, formulating a plan. She pushes her ass into you, attempting to gain space, but you hook your leg around hers to flatten her body. "You'll never get me on the ground, I'll milk you dry before you're on top of me." she shouts, "You'll have no energy left, and I'll be able to do whatever I want with you!" she laughs, but despite her taunting, you manage to slip one leg down, you clamp down on it, and begin to work at the other one. For better leverage you hook your arm around her shoulder; it didn't occur to you what you were grabbing. She was quick to ease your worries, "If you're going to wrestle here, you need to grab whatever you need to win!"

You grope her tit, now only partly for leverage. Realizing that her leg will not budge, and that she is close to getting up again, you decide to change plans. You shove your hand between her legs, cupping her pussy, and throw her onto her shoulders. You grab one asscheek, and with your other hand, hold one of her legs down onto the mat. You scooch forward, planting your ass onto her face. The wetness of her mouth begins to darken your suit, and her warm breath stimulates the head of your erect cock. She speaks into your cock, muffling it. You aren't sure if she is giving up or talking trash, but you aren't risking anything. She struggles in the position for a moment, before tapping out on your thigh. You let her roll out of the pin.

"There's no doubt about it, I'm placing you at the highest level. I'm gonna push you to your limits, Alex! I'm gonna milk you dry!" she is way too hyped up for a gym teacher, "Pound away, Alex! It'll never be enough for me!" you spot a wet patch on her suit, right between her legs. She pants, smiling. "If you ever want to wrestle again, let me know. Nothing gets me excited like a good old fashioned rumble." she winks.

"One last thing; top level athletes get certain advantages. A key to the gym and pool area, plus a spa, though you can only use that once a week."

She dismisses you, and you check your schedule, seeing as your lesson is over now. It's your lunch break.