She runs out crying.

"Screw this!" Shelly sobs before running out the exit. Some look genuinely sorry for her while others laugh amongst theirselves.

"Goddamn it! Shelly" Ms Harley calls out.

"You little punks think it's okay to bully, huh?! When I get to the bottom of this someone is going to be in <i> deep <i> trouble!"

You notice instantly everyone's heads look towards the ground.

"Alright, Start!" Ms Harley says blowing her whistle.

"You're with me" she says point at you.

"Okay" you gulp.

For a few minutes she discusses what 'actual' wrestling means, the rules, and techniques. You realise that she actually is knowledgeable in sports and has a real passion for it all, it was just a shame that her first impression was that she wanted to breed your asshole. Over the course of her lecture you find your eyes drifting between her nipples that are poking ever so lightly through her tight white polo shirt, and the bulge in her gym shorts. You watch the muscles on her legs flex slightly as she moves,

"She's such a goddess. Everything about her is...powerful. It's as if God had crafted her." you thought to yourself.

"You can see them if you want?" Ms Harley says snapping out of your daydream, her hands now rest on her side as she rotates her hips in a circular motion.

"What do you mean?

"You've spent the last 5 minutes staring at my tits and my cock."

She'd caught you red handed.

"I'm really sorry. I just kinda zoned out." you stutter, red faced. It had happened again. You were thinking about cocks.

"Apology accepted. But which one?

Your mouth moves but no words appear. You didn't exactly want to reveal you were thinking about your gym teachers dick.

"It's fine. I know which one." she smirks

"Lets go through some basics."

For the next hour the two of you lightly wrestle, however she manages to overpower you every single time. On a few occasions you could feel her bulge slide in between your butt cheeks that made a subtle moan escape your mouth. By the end it went better than expected. You thought you was going to get pounded into the group, but you remembered. She IS a teacher. And even if some of them have... different methods of teaching lessons, they still have an ethic to teach pupils.

"Okay ya'll times up! Go get changed or whatever, I'm done, I'm on a break!" Ms Harley shouts.

As everyone groans in pain (the majority of which were the males) Ms Harley places her arm in front of your chest.

"I'm not going to explain it. I'm going to my office around the corner from the locker rooms. Come or don't. But before you decide just think of those thoughts going on in your head. What's going on underneath these clothes."

She walks away cupping her ass cheeks.