The Professor Learns A Lesson
By AmazonFan
A professor gets an education in female muscle power


At the beginning of this academic year, I transferred to a small prestigious 
college situated in Minnesota.  The name of the school doesn't matter - 
I'd prefer to keep my identity private.  You should just understand that it 
caters to the children of rich families who want to buy that prestigious 
diploma to assure their children's success.  My reason for going there?  
Two really.  One, I'm not ashamed to admit, is money.  They pay the 
faculty very well.  Secondly, I was given a full professorship in an 
outstanding department.   (Political Science if you must know.)

One of my jobs besides teaching was to serve as a faculty advisor.  All that 
means is that one or two afternoons each week you sit in your office for an 
hour or two and serve as a kind of counselor to students.  Hardly anyone 
ever shows up.  My responsibility for the semester is the women's rowing 
team.  Women's crew as it's officially known.

My experience with jocks in the past has been that they're so busy with 
practice that they never bother to meet or sit down with the advisor unless 
they're in trouble with their grades and they're afraid they won't be able to 
play.  This college wants to make sure it endears itself to those parents 
shelling out the big bucks for tuition so student athletes are required to 
maintain fairly high grade point requirements.  I actually think it's a damn 
good policy.

So when there was a message on my answering machine from one 
Rebecca Garvey anxiously requesting a meeting during my visiting hours, 
I mentally prepared myself for the jock-in-trouble scenario.  Now if the 
athlete had been the star quarterback for the football team, I'm politically 
astute enough to know I bend the rules as far as I can.  But some girl who 
rows?  I pretty much could throw the book at her (sorry for that quasi-
academic pun).

My hours on Tuesdays are 3:00 to 4:30.  At 3:15, there was a knock on my 
door.

"Come in."

Expecting that it would be Ms. Garvey, I stood up.  (Even as a professor, I 
have my manners when it comes to females.)  The polished oak door 
opened and in strode a tall blonde.  May I hasten to add that the adjective 
ravishing should most appropriately be added to her description?  Her long 
hair was pulled back.  Being the female jock, I guess that she felt 
comfortable in the sweat shirt and sweat pants she was wearing, but I felt 
it a little too casual to show respect to a professor.

"Professor Edwards, I'm Rebecca.  Rebecca Garvey."  She extended her 
arm across my desk to shake hands.  Her hand was a bit large for a girl, I 
thought.  Her grip was quite strong.  Had her daddy instructed her to use a 
firm grip?  If so, she was overdoing it.

"Please sit down, Rebecca.  You were almost on time."  I let that slight 
condescending tone slip into my voice to let her know I was a professor 
who would be respected.

To my surprise she ignored my comment about her lack of punctuality.  
She sat up straight in the burgundy leather chair in front of my desk and 
then proceeded to pull one leg up by the knee and plant her heel on the 
edge of the seat of the chair.  I glared at her foot and then into her eyes.  
She shrugged ever so slightly and pulled the offending sneaker off, tossing 
it onto the carpet and reinstating her heel on the chair.

I was first to speak again.

"Well Ms. Garvey, I suspect I know why you're here," I started, intending 
to put her on the defensive immediately.  "Usually the only time I see a 
student athlete is when he, or she, is facing some kind of obstacle to their 
participating in their sport."  I sat and brought my palms together and 
raised my hands up to my lips, thoughtfully.

"You can call me Rebecca.  Jeez, Edwards, I really like you.  You cut right 
to the chase!"  She smiled brightly.

"Professor Edwards," I corrected.

"Yeah, whatever."

"You're not going out of your way to make a favorable first impression, 
are you?" I asked.

"Look, Professor.  Heard me say professor?  Is that better?  Everything's 
negotiable.  I just want to find out what I have to do to get out of the 
situation I'm in," she replied.

"Everything is not always negotiable, young lady," I corrected.  "But why 
don't you tell me what your situation is."

"It's pretty simple.  I just need an extension for finishing the mid-term 
paper for Comparative Government 103," she said.

"103?  I teach that course," I replied.  "How come I don't recall your being 
in my class?"

"Well, to be honest, it conflicts sometimes with when we're supposed to 
be at the gym for weight training," she answered.  "So I guess I haven't 
been in class as much as I should.  But I always borrow someone's notes 
to keep up!"

"So basically what you're telling me is that you're blowing off class and 
now you want a break," I said sternly.

"You DO know how to cut to the chase," she grinned.

"Sorry, no extension," I said, making my irritation obvious.

The smile disappeared from Rebecca's face.  "The crew is counting on 
me," she said curtly.

"That's not my problem."

"There must be something I can do," she offered.  She reached back and 
untied her hair, letting her hair cascade over her shoulders.  I don't know if 
she intended it to be overtly sexual, but I intended to put a stop to it 
regardless.

"Don't go there, Ms Garvey," I warned.

She laughed and must have sensed my nervousness.  "Oh Professor, I'm 
sure there's a way that we can see eye to eye.  You know you're supposed 
to be our faculty advisor, but I don't think you know anything about the 
crew team and how important we are to the women's sports programs.  
Why don't you come down to the boat house and get to know us?"

Avoiding her pressing me further for an extension seemed like a good 
idea.  Even though I was resolved not to give her the extension, I didn't 
want a scene then and there.  Better that I appear to be fair and take her up 
on her invitation to meet the team.  After all, you never know who her 
parents might turn out to be.  Super rich alums who gave a lot to the 
school?

"Fine.  When do you want to have this little meeting?" I asked.

"Now's as good a time as any.  I was about to head there for a team 
meeting," she replied.

"Fine.  Might as well get this over with."

Fifteen minutes later we had crossed campus and descended the long hill 
down to the lake and the boathouse that was the home for the women's 
crew team.  On the way over I couldn't help but notice that Ms. Garvey 
was nearly as tall as I am (I'm 6' tall) but strode much faster.  I practically 
had to jog to keep up!

"Okay ladies!  We've got a man in the house.  Everybody better be 
decent!" Rebecca shouted as we entered.  She led me down one corridor 
and through a door into a spacious room with a large rubber mat area in 
the middle.  There were about ten coeds there in varying states of dress.  A 
few were in sports bras and panties, but they didn't seem to mind my 
seeing them that way.  I noticed that about half of them were taller than I 
am and no one looked under 5'10".  I must admit that they all looked like 
they were in tremendous physical condition.

"Listen up ladies, gather around," Rebecca shouted.  "I want all of you to 
meet our faculty advisor, Professor Edwards.  He hasn't let me call him 
Billy yet."  A few of the girls chuckled.  Each one stepped forward and 
introduced herself.  I'd never been in the presence of so many tall athletic 
women before.

"Hey Janet, get the door will you?" Rebecca asked.  One of the tallest girls 
strolled over and locked the deadbolt with a key.  Suddenly I felt a bit 
apprehensive.

"The reason I invited the dear professor over," Rebecca said to the crowd 
of girls, "is so that he could get to know us better and we could come to an 
agreement regarding a certain mid-term paper that I need an extension 
on."

"You're going to let Rebecca row, aren't you?" Janet inquired.  "We really 
need her."

"I think Rebecca has to learn that she can't cut classes and not pay a price 
for it," I answered.  "I'm sure that you can manage a race without her."

"You don't understand.  Rowing takes tremendous coordination and 
synchronization between every person in the boat.  We can't just switch 
people.  Not with such a big race coming up." Janet protested.

"I guess she should have thought of that when she was lifting weights 
instead of coming to my classes," I replied.

Janet was one of the women stripped down to her underwear.  She had her 
arms crossed in front of her chest and I couldn't help but notice the 
remarkable development in her upper body.  Her shoulders and arms were 
large and muscular - even at rest.  As the looked down at me, I sensed she 
was trying to intimidate me with her size.

Rebecca stepped between Janet and me.  "I'm sure we can come to some 
kind of agreement, prof," Rebecca declared.  "I'm not trying to get out of 
doing the work.  I'm used to working hard.  But the crew needs me more 
than you need that paper."

"If you let them down, it's your fault," I replied.

"I don't intend to let them down," Rebecca said sharply.  The other girls 
murmured their support.  "I think we'll just have to see what it takes to 
convince you to compromise."

"I don't think so."

"Girls, I don't want to mess up his nice clothes," Rebecca told the group.  
"Give me a hand will you?"

"What the hell?"  Suddenly I felt ten pairs of hands grab me.  I was tossed 
to the mats and unceremoniously stripped down to my jockey shorts in a 
flash.  There was no way I could fight them all off.  Janet gathered up all 
my things and carried them off the mats to a side of the room.

"I don't know what the hell you girls think you're doing, but this is going 
to stop right now, right here.  Give me my clothes back!"  I shouted.

"Oh, Billy!  You haven't been persuaded yet!" laughed Rebecca.  She 
stood over me and started to strip off her sweats.  She had a sports bra and 
thong on underneath.  Her body was a revelation!  Broad shoulders capped 
by large rounded deltoids, thick biceps and triceps and imposing forearms, 
washboard abs, and long long beautifully muscled legs.  Her bra was 
stretched by full breasts the size and roundness of small cantaloupes.  She 
leaned forward to display a mouth-watering chasm of cleavage.

"Ready to change your mind?" she grinned, extending her hand as if to 
help me to my feet.

"This little strip show will get you nowhere," I hissed, refusing her hand 
and standing up.

"That's not why I took off the sweats, Billy," she replied.  "I just wanted to 
make sure you got a good look at what you were up against."

"Shit, she must have thirty pounds on the wimp!" Janet chimed in 
contemptuously.  (While I can't vouch for the accuracy of that estimate, I 
do know that my weight fluctuates between 155 and 162.)

"I will not be intimidated by physical force either!" I asserted.

"That remains to be seen," Rebecca grinned as she started walking towards 
me.

I'll admit that I'm not a terribly physical person and I've never been in any 
kind of serious altercation.  I guess my instincts took over and I began 
backing away from her.  Unfortunately for me, I discovered that the other 
members of the team had formed a circle around us.  Whether it was to 
keep me contained or to watch the proceedings, I can't say.

I backed right into someone who quite forcefully pushed me into the 
middle, right into Rebecca's arms.  She timed it so she crouched slightly 
just as I was making contact.  Her arms encircled my waist and she stood 
up straight, lifting my feet right off the ground!  She squeezed tight, 
pressing me hard against her exceptionally well-toned physique.  I could 
instantly feel how solid she was!

"Let go of me!" I demanded.

"Oh Billy!  We're just getting started!" she laughed.  She leaned a bit 
backwards so my feet were lifted even higher off the floor.  I didn't detect 
a bit of strain in her expression.  Apparently holding me like that was not 
challenging her in the slightest.

"Hey, Kate!" she yelled.  "Do you have your digital camera with you?"

"Always, Bec!"

"Grab it.  Will you?"

"Sure!"

"Maybe a little extra incentive to see things my way, Professor?" Rebecca 
laughed, tossing me onto my back.  "We can download pictures of you in 
your cute little undies and e-mail them to everyone on campus before the 
afternoon is over."

"I will not be blackmailed!" I said, climbing to my feet.

"He has such a negative attitude," Kate chuckled.  "No extension, no 
rowing, no intimidation, no blackmail.  No no no no no!"

"I'll change his mind," Rebecca smiled at me, again moving forward.

Knowing that there was no point in retreating I stood and waited for her 
approach.  I made no move to defend myself.  She kept coming closer 
until we were almost nose to nose.  Her breasts, which protruded the 
furthest forward, were less than an inch away from me.

"Looks like a stare down before a big fight!" Kate shouted.  Suddenly 
there was a flash.  She'd taken a picture.

"I will not fight," I said, trying to remain cool.

"Scene one.  Professor and coed.  Very close.  She's hardly dressed.  He's 
in his shorts.  See how this will look?"  Rebecca grinned.

"You can't get away with this!" I sneered, my anger suddenly rising.  She 
was baiting me and winning.

"Look, prof.  You can refuse to fight me and I'll get what I want anyway," 
Rebecca said.  "But, I'll make you a deal.  Remember how I said 
everything was negotiable?  Here's the deal.  You and I will wrestle.  If 
you can make me say 'I give', then not only will I let you go, but we'll 
give you the camera so you can erase all the pictures and I'll do the 
goddamn paper.  But if I make you submit, then you give me the 
extension.  Plain and simple and you get a lot more for winning than I do."

I had to admit she had cornered me into taking her deal.  No matter what I 
said about not giving into blackmail, I couldn't let those pictures get onto 
the computers!  And to be honest, one little extension wasn't going to kill 
me.  I'd let my professorial ego get me in this pickle.

"No one is allowed to interfere," I replied, pointing to the circle of girls.

"You heard him girls.  Just the two of us," Rebecca said, spinning around 
to make sure everyone heard her.  "Sounds like you've accepted my deal, 
Professor."

"Your little ploy with the camera was clever, Rebecca," I replied.  "And it 
could cause more trouble than it's worth.  I am a reasonably fit male, so 
I'll take my chances to get it."

"Well since you're such a gentleman about it, I'll throw in this little bonus.  
I won't kick you in the balls!" Rebecca laughed as all the girls shrieked 
with glee.

"I assume it will be a clean match," I replied, taking a step back to extend 
my hand to shake hers.  As we shook hands, Kate snapped another picture, 
reminding me of my objective.

Rebecca took a few steps back and rubbed her hands together, beginning 
to crouch a bit and circle me.  Being unsure what to do, I crouched and 
circled too.  She extended her arms and began grabbing for my wrists.  I 
eluded her or swatted her hands away.  She was grinning much like a cat 
that is toying with her prey.

Suddenly she grabbed a wrist with her left arm and jerked it down, forcing 
my head down and forward.  She swung her right arm around my head in a 
side headlock.  The sudden intense pressure made the whole side of my 
face ache.  God her arms were strong!  She kept twisting her arm, forcing 
my head to turn, forcing my face into the side of her breast.  The camera 
flashed again!

"Professor!  What are you doing with you nose in my boob?" she laughed, 
tossing me over her hip onto the mats.

"Nice shot, Kate," she added.  "Keep those coming."

Now I was madder and more determined to get that camera.  I sprang to 
my feet and charged at Rebecca, intending to tackle her to the mats.  I 
lowered my shoulder as I hit her and knocked her back several steps, but 
to my amazement and dismay, she kept on her feet.

I was leaning forward with my arms around her waist.  She leaned over 
me and I felt her arms encircle my torso.  With a sudden powerful jerk she 
lifted me upside down!  Her arms were around my waist and they 
immediately began to tighten, forcing my stomach to collapse and the air 
to the forced from the bottom of my lungs.

"AHH!" I exclaimed involuntarily.  The camera flash went off again.  She 
bounced me up and down in her arms, tightening and easing the pressure 
as she did so.  A couple of the girls laughed and applauded.  I felt like a 
plaything in her arms.

"I could squeeze really hard and make you give right now, but I'm afraid 
you'd lose your lunch, especially since you're upside down," she warned.  
"You are such a lightweight!  See how my time in the weight room pays 
off?"

I watched as Kate stepped up and took another picture.

"Time for another pose!" Rebecca exclaimed.  I felt myself being lifted up 
more and Rebecca shifted my body to the right.  She draped the small of 
my back over her broad shoulder and hooked an arm around my body to 
hold me in place.  My own weight was causing my whole back to arch 
quite painfully.  I tried straightening myself to ease the pain, but found it 
quite straining.

"Let me down.  Let me down!" I groaned.

"Wait till Kate gets a couple of pictures," Rebecca chuckled.

"Flex your other arm, Bec," Kate instructed.

My god, I didn't realize Rebecca was holding me on shoulder using just 
one arm!  How strong was this Amazon?

"Nice guns, Bec!" Janet cheered.  "You've gotten bigger this season."

"A little over seventeen and a half inches," Rebecca said proudly.  "Not as 
big as you, Jan, but I'm getting there."

(For comparison, dear reader, after this episode I measured my own arms 
and I'm afraid they measure only 13" - just barely.  Of course, it wasn't 
just the circumference where Rebecca out-measured me.  It was the sheer 
bulk of muscle that completely dwarfed mine.)

"Put me down.  You're hurting my back," I said.

"Of course it's hurting," Rebecca laughed.  "This is submission wrestling 
you dork!  Jeez, for a professor you sure can act like a numb nuts some 
time."  She dropped to one knee and leaned forward as she released me, 
letting me slide to the mats.  (I was grateful she hadn't dropped me while 
standing.)

"I guess you're not too interested in getting all these great pictures back, 
Prof," she continued.  "Because you sure as hell ain't putting up much of a 
fight.  Come on, big boy, show us what a man you are."

Suddenly Rebecca grabbed my underwear and with one swift, strong pull, 
yanked them right off me.  I was naked and mortified!  The girls squealed 
with laughter and applauded.  I covered my genitals and looked to see 
Rebecca standing just a foot away, twirling my boxers.

"Come on, Billy boy.  Come and get them!  You can have them back if 
you can get them."

I jumped to my feet, covering myself as best I could with one hand and 
trying to grab my boxers with the other.  Rebecca leapt back, just out of 
reach.  Kate took a picture.  Now I was embarrassed and furious!

I chased after Rebecca.  Just as I caught up to her, she tossed my shorts to 
one of the girls in the circle.  I ran to her and she tossed them again.  I 
couldn't move fast enough with my hand covering myself so I let myself 
be exposed as I chased around the room.  They ran me in circles in a game 
of keep-away, laughing hysterically the whole time.  Back and forth I ran, 
only half noticing the number of times the flash must have gone off.

I got winded quickly from the exertion, but I kept trying, desperate to 
recapture my underwear.  I got really close and Janet threw them over my 
head.  I was sure they wouldn't make it to the other side of the circle.  I 
spun around to race for them and ran straight into the waiting arms of 
Rebecca!

"Remember this one, Bill?" she laughed as she lifted me in her mighty 
bear hug.  One huge squeeze forced me to expel what little air was left in 
my lungs.  She maintained that brute force pressure, giggling as she held 
me captive.  My arms were trapped inside hers.

"AAAHHH!" I moaned again involuntarily.  I looked down at the massive 
arms that held me prisoner, amazed by their huge size.  Twin balls of 
muscle hard as steel, big as grapefruits.  No wonder she could crush me!  I 
also couldn't help but notice that her breasts hardly flattened despite the 
force with which she was pressing us together.

Now I may be an academic, but that doesn't mean that I am asexual.  
Rebecca had lifted me high enough that my cock was pressing against her 
rock hard flat stomach, just below her breasts.  The sensation of flesh 
against flesh was going to put me in danger of becoming aroused.  And the 
sight of those full breasts, so firm and proud, was like sprinkling lighter 
fluid on charcoal just before you light the match.

"Come on, Prof," Rebecca taunted.  "Can't you bust loose?  I can't keep 
your arms pinned, can I?  Look at these arms.  See how big they are?  
That's what happens when you go to the weight room instead of that silly 
class of yours.  You're a man and mine're much bigger than yours.  That's 
why you can't get loose.  That's why you're going to give."

I must admit that all through her words I was staring at her huge arms, 
awed by the bulging hard balloons of muscle.  Amazed by such 
development in a woman.  Feeling that such raw power and muscularity, 
combined with the obvious feminine assets of her exceptional breasts, 
somehow was redefining what women could be for the new century.  I did 
not feel repelled by such development.  And while I had never seen a 
woman like Rebecca (or any of the other members of the team) I felt a 
strange feeling overtaking me.  One of being mesmerized, perhaps even 
seduced, by such power and beauty.  I felt myself beginning to get hard.

Rebecca leaned back a bit, supporting more of my weight with her body 
and held me tight with her right arm.  All of a sudden I felt a stinging slap 
as her open hand spanked my naked butt.  SMACK.  SMACK.  
SMACK!!!  The chorus of laughs and squeals exploded from the girls as 
Rebecca spanked me in front of all of them, turning in a slow circle as she 
reddened my ass.  I was humiliated.  And amazed that she could hold me 
with just one arm to administer her punishment!

"Little Billy's getting a boner!" Rebecca exclaimed, tossing me onto my 
back on the floor.  The rubber mats stung my enflamed cheeks.  Now all 
the girls could see that I'd become partially erect.  Before I could even 
think of covering up, Kate took yet another picture.

"Professor at half staff," she joked.

"Well, well," Rebecca remarked.  "Looks like our little faculty advisor has 
a thing for girls with muscles.  That might just up the ante."  She held my 
gaze and slowly struck a double biceps pose.  Her immense muscles 
looked even bigger than they had when she held me captive in her bear 
hug.  Her smile conveyed such a feeling of power and self-confidence that 
I could not help but fall under her spell.  My erection continued to harden 
in front of all the girls.  Kate snapped another incriminating photo.

"If I'd known you got this turned on by my muscles, we could have made 
a deal back in your office," Rebecca grinned.  "But now that I've got a 
little audience here and all the team can see what I'm doing to you, well, I 
think I'll just drive for a harder bargain.  Not that I think YOU can get any 
harder!  Get to your feet Prof!  I'm going to finish you off!"

She started coming at me and I'd barely gotten up on one knee when she 
swarmed over me.  I reared back and threw all my weight into a punch 
straight into her stomach.  My fist slammed into her steel plated abs.  I 
looked up at her face.  She just grinned.  My hardest punch hadn't fazed 
her in the slightest!

She lifted me under my arms and threw me across the mats.  My 
momentum caused me to roll into some of the girls who hurled me back 
into the middle.  Rebecca shot a hand between my legs and scooped me 
off the floor.  She paused for a moment and then body slammed me to the 
mats.

"Get up wimp!" Janet yelled.  Rebecca stood over me, hands on hips.  As I 
started to pull myself up, she stepped in and lifted me to my feet again and 
then slammed me a second time.  "Get up wimp!" came the chorus of girls 
calling.  Kate was busy taking pictures.  My erection quickly shriveled.

"What's the matter, Bill?  Can't keep it up?" Rebecca asked derisively.

"Give up, Bill, before she really hurts you," Janet warned.  "Give her the 
damned extension."

"Oh, I'm not stopping there," Rebecca said.  "I see an honors grade for the 
whole course coming, and I know just how to get it."

Without a moment's hesitation, Rebecca slid off her thong and then 
removed her sports bra.  Her magnificently firm globes thrust forward 
proudly, in need of no support.  My cock began to stiffen again.

"What are you doing?!" I demanded.

"Nailing my grade," she grinned, moving towards me as I scampered to try 
to get to my feet.  She wrestled me to the mats effortlessly and wasted no 
time in pinning me under her spectacular physique.

"I would think that the administration would frown on a faculty member 
screwing a coed," she said.  "But we can stage it so it sure looks that way."

"NO!" I protested.

"Come on Professor Bill, let's see you get a big hard on for the camera."  
She easily pinned my wrists over my head and started smothering me with 
her breasts.  The sight and feel of those firm globes, coupled with the 
feeling of being easily pinned by a stronger female was intensely 
stimulating and I could not prevent getting hard.  Then Rebecca actually 
pinned both of my wrists using just one hand!  I could not believe that one 
of her arms was stronger than both of mine.  Her free hand slid down to 
make sure that I was erect.

"Now to make them think that you were the aggressor, screwing me," she 
laughed.  She wrapped her arms around me and rolled us over so that I 
was lying on top of her.  She swung her legs out and then over mine and 
she held me tight my grabbing my butt and holding me down.  Try as I 
might, I could not escape her hold, but of course to the camera, it looked 
like I was on top of her, screwing her.  Kate laughed as she took several 
shots from a variety of angles.

"Stop this!  Let me go!" I protested.

"What a man!  What a man!" Rebecca laughed, writhing underneath me in 
mock passion.  Suddenly she swung her legs up and clamped her thighs 
around my middle.  "Now give!" she ordered coldly.  She began squeezing 
her massive thighs and my sides collapsed in terrifying pain.  I was 
instantly in complete agony.  At that moment I was as close to a feeling of 
being crushed to death as I shall ever dare experience.

I barely managed to push my upper body up with my arms, sliding up on my 
knees.  I was moaning and I would have been writhing in pain, but I 
couldn't move my midsection because of her vise grip thighs.  In one last 
attempt I held each of her thighs with my hands and tried to pry them 
apart.

All of the girls started laughing.  "What are you, fucking nuts?" Janet 
yelled.  "She's not even close to squeezing as hard as she could, and you 
think those puny sticks you call arms could pry yourself loose!"

Rebecca grabbed on of my offending arms and pulled me, twisting my 
body so that instead of having her thighs trapping my sides, they now 
encased my chest and back.  Instantly I could not breathe.  I tried to suck 
in air, but my ribcage could not expand to allow the lungs to get air.  I 
wheezed and panicked.  I closed my fists and pounded on Rebecca's front 
thigh, but it was like pounding a thick oaken table.

"Nod your head that you give before you pass out," Rebecca ordered.

My head felt light, spinning.  I could barely focus on the circle of coeds 
chanting, "Give!  Give!  Give!!"  But even on the verge of passing out, I 
could think clearly enough to realize that if I did pass out, they'd just 
revive me and she'd torture me again until I submitted.  I closed my eyes 
and shook my head vigorously to show my acquiescence to her demands 
and my complete submission to her overpowering strength.  The girls 
cheered wildly as Rebecca very slowly eased back on the pressure, 
allowing my lungs a breath of precious air.

"Good Billy boy!" Rebecca laughed as her thighs parted and she pushed 
me off from between her killer legs.  She knelt beside me surveying my 
limp body.  "Just so you don't get any ideas of reneging on our 
agreement," she continued, "number one, I've got all these witnesses that 
you agreed to wrestle and what would happen if you lost.  Stupid as that 
obviously was.  Number two, you'll notice that I've hardly broken a sweat.  
If you want a few nightmares imagine what I could do if I actually exerted 
myself and tried to hurt you.  Or imagine if I decided to keep wrestling 
you for an hour or two.  You didn't last more than a couple of minutes - 
and I could have finished you off even faster than I did.  And last but not 
least, number three, we've still got the pictures.  ALL the pictures!"

She jerked her head sideways, directing her eyes towards my crotch and 
then looked over and grinned at Kate.  Kate tapped the digital camera and 
nodded that she still could take more pictures.

"Something happened to you when you saw how big my muscles were, 
didn't it, prof?" Rebecca said sultrily.  "When you saw how big they were 
and then felt how hard they were and how really strong I am"  She ran 
the fingers of one hand down my chest as she inhaled and swelled her 
chest, raising her buttocks up off her heels.  Tightening her abs, her entire 
torso loomed over me, hard and expanding with power.

"And here you are surrounded by a room full of big strong women," she 
continued.  "There's not a girl here who's not stronger than you.  Not a girl 
here who couldn't bend you to her will.  Force you to obey her.  But you'd 
like that, wouldn't you, prof?  All this muscle is such a turn on!"

For now the third time my penis became engorged, stiffening and rising up 
in tribute to the siren call of such abundant muscular power and feminine 
allure.  Rebecca grinned, glancing around the room to see that everyone 
had witnessed how she had made me hard.  Kate zoomed in and took 
another picture.  I tried to reach down to cover myself with my hands, but 
Rebecca beat me to it, encircling my penis with her fingers.

"So, prof, tell me," Rebecca asked, "Are you a real stud who can please a 
woman with this thing or are you one of those jerks who cum too soon?  
We girls want to know what kind of service we can expect from our 
faculty advisor!"

"I won't dignify that with an answer!" I shot back.

"Oh cut the crap," she replied.  "As long as we have the pictures it seems 
to me that you have to give us whatever we want, whether it's an honors 
grade or servicing a bunch of horny coeds.  And don't' forget that even 
without the pictures any one of us can kick the shit out of you.  Something 
tells me though that you'd be pretty worthless in bed, unless it's using your 
tongue.  I bet you can't last very long."

"Go ahead, put him to the test," Janet chimed in.

Rebecca rolled my testicles gently in her fingers.  "Poor boy," she 
chuckled, "this will embarrass you.  I'm really good at jerking guys off.  
Have the camera ready, Kate.  This will be over in a flash."

Rebecca applied the perfect amount of pressure to my erection and started 
to slowly pump the shaft up and down with one hand.  "First I prime the 
pump," she smiled, rolling my scrotum in her other hand.  "If you can last 
sixty seconds, I'll give you all the pictures.  Time it girls!"

Suddenly her hand was a blur, rapidly pumping my shaft up and down, the 
speed and pressure combining to form the perfect stimulation.  She let go 
of my testicles and clenched her free hand in a fist, forcing the biceps to 
explode in a hard ball.  Her eyes shot back and forth between looking into 
mine and looking at her huge hard biceps.

Barely twenty seconds had elapsed when I felt my balls tightening.  "Oh 
no," I moaned involuntarily.  Rebecca abruptly stopped pumping, knowing 
she already had me on the very edge of ejaculation.  She masterfully 
squeezed my penis, well aware that she had plenty of time before the 
minute would be up.

"Some things just can't be taught in the classroom," she grinned.  "And 
sometimes the student is the teacher's master."  She feigned a yawn, as if 
she was hardly exerting herself and then rubbed her thumb up and down 
on the underside of the head of my penis, right at the nub of circumcision.  
I realized that my failing efforts to keep from ejaculating were only adding 
to my level of excitement.

Rebecca started pumping me again slowly, counting aloud down from ten,  
"Ten ... nine ... eight ..."

When she reached four I ejaculated with an intensity that I cannot recall 
ever having experienced before.  My animalistic moaning and writhing 
was quite humiliating, being witnessed by all these young amazons, 
despite the intense waves of pleasure that swept over my entire body.  I 
only vaguely recall Kate's snapping the final scandalous photos of my 
ordeal.

After a brief moment of silence in the room, the girls suddenly applauded, 
yelling their approval of Rebecca's performance.  My stomach and thighs 
were covered with a copious amount of semen.  Rebecca carefully avoided 
any contact with my fluids as she released my still throbbing penis and 
rose to her feet.

"Toss him his clothes," she said off-handedly.  "We've got a race to get 
ready for!"

With that the room full of muscle girls shuffled out, leaving me to try to 
gather myself together, knowing that my life had forever changed.  I was 
more than the victim of their blackmail.  After all, they had the pictures 
and could make me do as they pleased.  No, more than that, I was a slave 
to the seductive power of their muscular physiques.  If they truly realized 
what power they had taken over me, only time would tell.