The Teacher's Story by Sam James Hi, my name's Samantha. My friends call me Sam and I'm a 25 years old teacher of physical education at a girl's boarding school ... and for the first time in my life I'm wildly in love! I suppose that should make me happy, and so it does, in a way, but it also makes me frightened .... very, very frightened. I suppose you could say that I'm a lesbian, but that's not completely true. I enjoy going with girls but I can also enjoy a real man.... but I can't find one! The problem is that I like my sex strong and aggressive, a real wrestle-fuck is what turns me on, I like to call the shots and with my physique I'm strong enough to make my partner take it any way I want to deliver it, as well as beat the crap out of him if I need to! The problem with men is that they can't cope with this. I'm told there are men out there who positively enjoy a nice strong girl overpowering them, but if that's true I've yet to meet one. Girls seem to like my terrific muscles and the fact that I can master them and make them submit. And some of the senior girl athletes at the school can really put up a struggle - one javelin thrower actually pinned me for nearly a minute before I was able to overpower her and make her give in! Ah, now you're thinking that this is most unprofessional for me to be taking advantage of innocent young schoolgirls. Well, unprofessional perhaps, but I never do anything a girl doesn't want me to. The fact is that many of the senior girls between 17 and 18 years old are itching to find out what sex is all about but they're too scared to go with a boy, or just don't get the opportunity. I look upon it part of their education to make sure that, if they wish, they can leave school knowing what an orgasm feels like and what their future boy (or girl!) friends should be doing to satisfy them. I've never had a complaint! But now my world has been turned upside down. It all started with a girl called Michelle, one of the school's better athletes in the discus, hammer and weightlifting. She's quite short but she makes up for this by being built like the proverbial brick outhouse and she's enormously strong. She's got a nice face but her personality leaves a lot to be desired. She's arrogant, unpleasant, as thick as two short planks and she bullies the other girls. Several times I'd ended up facing her down, with her sneering that 'I was scared to take her on in a fight'. In the end this got too much for me so I arranged to meet her in the gym one evening. Well, it was quite a good fight - she was all biceps and no brains but she wouldn't give in, even when I had her pinned under me, screaming all kinds of rude words, the politest of which were 'cow' and 'fat slag'. Actually I was quite enjoying our little battle - not least because her strong body writhing and straining against me was getting my hormones excited, but I didn't trust her or want to take our bodily contact any further. But then it all happened very quickly. On top of her, and concentrating on keeping her arms pinned, I let my attention on her legs slacken. She saw her chance and with a sudden violent movement she brought her leg up with every ounce of her strength, intending to knee me in the fanny with serious intent. I felt her move and as her knee came up my legs closed in a vice-like clamp on her thigh, holding it immobile. I was already pretty hyped-up physically and sexually and the feel of her thigh muscles straining to break free sent me over the top! I was totally unable to stop myself coming in a shuddering orgasm that left my muscles like jelly. As I gasped and my grip slackened Michelle froze and for a second I thought she hadn't realised what had happened. But no such luck. I think any of the other girls would have giggled like mad and said "Ooh, Miss, can I have one now?" ... but not Michelle who, flaming mad at being out-wrestled, saw her chance to humiliate me. With a sudden heave she rolled me off her with a screech of "You filthy lesbian - get off me", scrambled to her feet and ran from the gym. I sat there for a long time, distraught and somewaht ashamed at what had happened and for the rest of the term before she left school we hardly spoke a word to each other. But my encounter with Michelle soon faded as the new term started and a girl called Catherine joined my gym class. She arrived at the college to stay for just a few weeks on her family's return from abroad. She's part French, part Israeli and at nearly 6ft she's an inch taller than me - a real dark-eyed, black-haired stunner with a wonderful golden-olive skin. But what really made me tremble was that her gorgeous body rippled with the sleekest, silkiest muscles I'd ever seen! To say that I was smitten is an understatement, but my total emotional downfall came a few days after her arrival when several of us were playing a game called baton-wrestle in the gym. The girl holding the baton is chased by the others, who have to try and wrest it off her. Normally I just supervise but I soon noticed that once Catherine got the baton even the biggest and strongest of the other girl's couldn't get it off her. She'd just stand there laughing as they struggled to break her grip on it, until they gave up in disgust. So this time I gave chase myself and as the girls managed to herd Catherine into a dead end against the wall bars I ran forward. Catherine saw me coming and, realising this was going to be a different game, turned and put her body between me and the baton. To be honest I wasn't very interested in getting the baton off her, I just wanted to test her strength, so I slid my arms round her waist, took hold of her wrists and tried to pull her hands apart. For long seconds we stood in silent combat, Catherine's body was tight against me and I could feel her muscles coiling against me as she fought to maintain her grip. The other girls stood in hushed silence as they watched the struggle. Of course she had the advantage in having something to hold on to, but it was a challenge I thought my strength could match and I was shocked to discover that I couldn't move her hands at all. As she realised that I couldn't break her grip she turned her head slightly and gave a sly smile ...and whispered so that only I could hear, "You're very strong... but I can take you any time!" And as she said it I could feel her muscular ass pressing backwards against my crotch in a deliberately suggestive fashion. Suddenly Catherine slackened her hold on the baton and I pulled it away from her and handed it to the nearest girl. I hoped that they thought I'd won and was quietly grateful to Catherine for letting it end that way. I sent the watching girls off to change, locked the gym door and then turned to Catherine - to find she had put her back to the wall bars with her hands gripping the bars each side of her head, her arm and shoulder muscles standing out in a display of sheer animal power. "Come on then, feel them" she invited and as I put my hands on her arms her biceps suddenly erupted into rock-hard peaks against my fingers. I gave a gasp of admiration and she released her hold on the wall bars and put her hands onto my shoulders, her slim, strong fingers gently caressing my neck. Her lips were parted and her eyes dark, limpid pools boring into mine as she said in a soft, husky voice, "Now, what's our next move, perhaps one of your special wrestling lessons?" My stomach turned over with excitement! Catherine was obviously itching for me to wrestle with her .... or was she? There had been a slight tone of mockery in her question that for some reason made me uneasy. But now, as I took hold of her wrists, Catherine's face was just an inch from mine, her warm breath sending me wild with desire and her lips parted in a feline smile. She was challenging me and I dearly wanted to take her down onto the mat! But should I just tear her hands apart and put her down, or should I make her struggle helplessly with a slow, sensual demonstration of my strength? My pleasurable musings were destroyed by Catherine herself, who suddenly tightened her grip on my neck with vicious force. "Right my girl, now you've asked for it", I thought as I ripped her hands apart with all my strength. Or that was what was supposed to happen, but to my total shock Catherine's hands didn't move an inch. I fought with every ounce of power I possessed, my muscles bulging, my breath coming in strangled gasps as I fought to break her grip. Catherine's face was a mask, but I could see from the sinewy ripple of her arms that she was also using a lot of her strength and I was relieved to find that the pressure on my throat had not increased. But in that moment I realised that this strapping girl was at least my physical equal.... and perhaps - and my stomach fluttered at this unbelievable thought - even stronger than me! I could see this temporary stand off was going to end in my defeat - already my arms and shoulder muscles were beginning to scream and there was no sign of real strain on Catherine's face. I decided that I would have to try and use my legs to bring her down. But as though she'd read my mind she suddenly released her terrible hold on my throat and as I also slackened my grip she pulled her hands free, stepped back and stood with her arms folded. I took a step towards her, ready to take her down to the mat, but even as I took the first step she struck with unbelievable speed. A granite-hard fist landed like a sledgehammer on the side of my face and I crashed back against the bars with a cry of pain and shock. I launched myself at her but she hit me again with a piledriver to my ribs and I went down in a screaming heap on the floor. Catherine stepped forward, grasped the front of my T-shirt and hauled me up - literally lifted me up with one hand - and then she hit me once more, this time in the solar plexus. She let me go and I fell to the floor, sobbing and whimpering and I could hear a voice pleading, "No, no, please, don't hit me again" and I realised with utter humiliation that it was mine. Catherine stepped back, put her hands on her hips and regarded me with satisfaction. "I think that lesson's over, don't you? That should teach you not to fuck about with a girl in your care". Dazed, I stared up at her. "What... who are you? You're not one of the students!!" Catherine gave an icy smile. "No, I'm the same age as you and I'm a captain in the French special forces - the commando battalion. I teach martial arts and I'm also a gold medallist in the Olympic powerlifting squad. You remember Michelle? She's my cousin and she told me you raped her on the mat last term, so I'm just settling a score." I shook my head. "You've got it wrong, Catherine" .... and I told her in detail what had happened, leaving nothing out and being duly contrite about my loss of control. When I had finished Catherine regarded me quietly, her face expressionless. Then she said softly, "You know, I believe you - Michelle can be a right little shit at times and this set-up has got her sticky fingers all over it". Catherine helped me up on to one of the benches and then straddled it herself facing me and said, "No hard feelings? Just doing a job, you understand, honour of the family and all that". I nodded and she reached out her arms and her strong fingers gently stroked the sides of my battered face. I responded by stretching my arms up and our hands moved slowly along each others arms, fingers sensuously caressing rippling sinews. As I looked at her I realised that I was wildly in love with this beautiful girl, the first who had ever physically conquered me. Catherine smiled and said, "For all your muscles you really didn't stand a chance against me, but if anyone asks you how you got your injuries you can tell them you walked into a door ...my real name is Catherine Laporte!" And then she picked up her gym bag and turned to go, but to my surprise as she reached the door she gave me a wide grin and said, "I'd like to come back soon and take you on the mat ... and I have a feeling you'd like that, too!". Through my pain I nodded eagerly "Yes, I'd like that very much ... but you can leave your fists at home!". "No problem, ma cherie" she laughed, and was gone into he night.