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The Religious Education Teacher

by Jim Priest

Copyright© 2025 by Jim Priest

Fantasy Story: Jerry experiences a teacher's massive muscle 40 years later

Caution: This Fantasy Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Coercion   Consensual   FemaleDom   .

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* 40 years ago *

“Come on Jerry. You don’t want to be late for R.E.” Jim said as I lounged around in our tutor group room while he queued by my desk at the back of the room waiting to leave following afternoon registration. He was one of the first years in my tutor group and okay for a young-un. “Religious Education! What use is that to me in getting a job when I leave this dump next year?” I replied. I was 17 and looking forward to passing my exams and getting out of 6th form into the real world. He stopped and turned around to face me then stepped closer, leaning in to speak in a conspiratorial whisper. “You know old Woodhouse snuffed it last term?” I nodded. “They’ve replaced her with a new teacher, Mrs. Stone, and apparently she is very strict and not to be messed with” “I’m in 7b. We’ll soon break her in” I chuckled. The morons in our class always break the new teachers.

So I took my time and sauntered casually into the classroom like I usually did. Looking around at my classmates I wondered why they were sitting down and not making a commotion like they usually did. I wasn’t looking where I was going and was shocked to bump into something hard and unyielding. For a second I thought I had bumped into the wall until I realised that I was standing before a massively built woman. This woman wasn’t big because she was fat but seemed very sturdily built indeed. She placed her hands upon her hips and glared at me with an expression that could sour milk. The woman had a dark complexion as if someone who had lived in a sunny climate than Britain. I was level with her face and assumed she was the same height, 5 foot 8 although I was later to realise my mistake.

Her face was large, rounded with a square blockish jaw and dark smouldering eyes complemented by thick eyelashes. A thin nose partitioned the face with thick nostrils below which was a small straight mouth with luscious lips. This was framed by shoulder length black hair. Mrs. Stone, for it could be no-one else, had good complexion and I reckoned her to be in her late 20’s maybe even 30. She tried to look tough and intimidating which wasn’t difficult for she was built like a brick outhouse. “Name?” she barked as she blocked my way while her fierce gaze bore into my eyes with an intensity that could melt lead. She looked so tough and aggressive that I really felt nervous that she was going to beat me up in front of the strangely silent class. “J-Jerry” I automatically answered stumbling over my words with the nervousness I felt inside. Her thick bull neck pulsed with energy as she spoke. It was so thick and strong looking. I had never seen a neck as thick as that on a man let alone a woman. I was stunned and felt intimidated by it’s sheer presence.

“Well J-Jerry” she mocked. “What time does this class start?”. “1 o’clock” I mumbled. Unable to maintain eye contact with this fearfully confrontational woman, my eyes slipped from her face to the powerful tapering slopes running from the back of her neck down to her shoulder caps beneath the fabric of the white blouse she wore. I didn’t know these were called traps back then. “1 o’clock Maam!” She barked in my face making me flinch. “Or 13 hundred hours to be precise”. Out of the corner of my eye I saw some of my classmates nudge each other and smirk enjoying my discomfort at the grilling I was getting. “Say it boy!” she barked “1 o’clock, Maam” I replied noticing how wide and dense her shoulders were beneath the simple white blouse she wore. Even her shoulder caps seemed so big and rounded. “Louder. Stop mumbling!” “1 o’clock, Maam” I wished that this could end so I could go and hide red-faced at my desk near the back but she hadn’t finished humiliating me in front of the class yet. “Is your watch broken, boy?” she asked in a sarcastic tone. “N ... no, Maam” “So why are you 3 minutes late?” she snapped angrily.

That white blouse strained to contain a massive body of a shape that I had never seen on a woman before. She enjoyed making me squirm. “I ... I’m sorry Maam. It won’t happen again”. My eyes slipped lower as I hung my head in shame encountering a big barrel chest with a deep cleavage. It was wide and big yet seemed solid looking instead of the more bouncy buxomness that I was used to on a woman. It looked like she had a one foot table top in front of her and it looked very solid indeed. Her massive solid presence made me very nervous and I forced myself to look away from her chest. “For your sake, it better not” it sounded like a real threat. From her very wide bulky looking shoulders her body tapered very dramatically to quite a chunky waist. She seemed very solidly built. I had never seen a woman shaped like this for this was the late 1970’s in the days before the Internet or magazine publication of the wonders of women’s bodybuilding. “My class will start at 13 hundred hours precisely, on the dot. That’s 1 o’clock to you” she sneered so that all could hear. I could hear some sniggering at my continued embarrassment. “Anyone not present on time will spend detention with me and discover the true meaning of penance”. My head was hung with shame. That’s when I saw she wore a skirt that came down to her knees. Below this her legs were bare to her shoes. I was fascinated by the way her thick wide calves flared out at the back of her legs. She addressed me “as this is our first day together I will be lenient with you. Believe me when I tell you that you have got off lightly for that will never happen again. Now go to your seat before I change my mind” There was something so menacing about the way that she had said that, that I quickly walked to my desk at the back of the room with my face burning red and trying not to make eye-contact with anyone else.

I just couldn’t stop staring at Mrs. Stone as she gave the lesson. Walking back and forth across the front of the room with confidence, her voice was strident and strong in a tone that would not tolerate interruption as a few of my more disruptive classmates soon discovered. This woman talked as tough as she looked, and wouldn’t take crap from anyone. She would quickly cut them down to size with scathing words backed by her hulking physical presence which she used to quieten any dissent. She was a massive threatening force of nature that none of us had ever thought to experience. Everyone of us in that room was too afraid of her, to ask any questions.

I sat at my desk in awe at the outlandish body-shape which went against all accepted norms of 1970’s Britain about women’s bodies. It stretched that white blouse to the extreme. It was the most outlandish female figure that I’d ever seen. It was so thick, bulky and top-heavy, she somehow called to mind that she was solidly built like a tank. I wasn’t into biology and couldn’t name muscle groups in the human body but those big thick slopes on either side of her bullishly thick neck down to her very broad shoulders reminded me of pictures I’d seen of male bodybuilders. Now that I had made that association in my mind, I just couldn’t stop myself staring at her body and trying to visualise what it looked like beneath those clothes. The very idea was shocking, against all social norms yet strangely erotic. This was the late-70’s when women with big muscles was generally unheard of. I wasn’t stupid, I knew that women could have muscles. I’d seen Caroline flex a solid looking biceps to her sporty friends in the common room. There were also quite a few girls at school who had muscled calves especially the athletic ones. I found them so beautiful and incredibly sexy that I would find myself following a hot-legged girl around entranced by how her calves would flex and wane as she walked before finding myself in a part of the sprawling school complex a long way from where I needed to be. They were fit girls with a little muscle that I found very sexy but Mrs. Stone was in a totally different league by several orders of magnitude.

She was absolutely huge and solid. Rather than looking like a man that thrusting firm bust and the steep angled slopes at the edges of her back that gave the illusion of an hour-glass figure shouted to my loins that she was all-woman. Mrs. Stone tended to gesticulate with her hands as she explained her opinions on a subject that I found as dull as dishwater. As she did so I noticed how, beneath the sleeves, her forearms were really wide and flat on the inside almost elongated triangles pointing down towards her wrist. They sort of reminded me of a less extreme version of Popeye. They looked formidable and powerful that I imagined trying to arm-wrestle with her. KERSLAM! With forearms like those she could slam the back of my hand very forcible and fast into the table while laughing at my puniness. BERDOING! My dick stiffened rapidly at the thought. I looked out of the window to try to think about something else, anything else. BAM! A blackboard eraser hit me square on the side of my head. “Ouch!” “Pay attention, boy!” she said in a loud strident voice “or perhaps you would like to come to the front of the class and explain the commonalities of Judaism and Islam?”

She continued lecturing us and I had no choice but to watch her because her beady eyes kept glancing my way hoping to catch me out. My tardy arrival in class had no doubt marked me out in her mind as the lead troublemaker which simply wasn’t true. Those big solid looking upper arms filled her sleeves to bursting point. When her arm was by her side, a large mass was visible at the back of her upper arm just below her shoulder caps which would swell up into a sort of horseshoe shape with two downward pointing pincers. They would bulge up then sink back down in a mesmerising dance as she moved her arms expressively. Triceps, I would later learn they were called. When she bent her arm in order to raise her hands in front her, a very thick hard swell would bulge in the front of her upper arm. Those were unmistakably biceps! I knew that much. This woman had muscles, seriously big muscles. The revelation overwhelmed me. I felt strange realising that women could have bigger muscles than me which intimidated me and made me somehow feel less of a worthy man. At the same time the sheer power barely concealed beneath her white blouse was somehow blatantly feminine and more erotic than anything I had ever seen before in my life. BERDOING! My dick was so hard it felt like it was frozen stiff and would never go down.

She turned her back to the class to write something up on the blackboard and my mouth nearly dropped to the desk. The view of her back really emphasised that exaggeration of a classic female hour-glass figure. With unobstructed view of the back of her blouse I gaped in disbelief at how those thick sloping slabs at the back of her neck flowed down into her insanely wide shoulders then tapered sharply from that broad base to her chunky waist. Massive slabs of hardness moved under that blouse as she wrote, there was now no doubt in my mind that her back was covered with thick dense muscle which rippled with every move she made. She was a muscle-woman, a real-life muscle woman with muscles as big as male body-builder! I never realised that such a thing was physically possible.

As she turned back to face the class to lecture us on another boring point on theology I saw the depth of her skirt covering her upper thighs from the front to the back and realised that they were equally massive as her upper body. From the way that skirt was bulging out it was clear that there was plenty of muscle underneath. I needed to see more however. From where I sat at the back, the heads of the other kids were in the way. As stealthily as I could, I moved to the edge of the desk so I could look right down the middle between the desks in front to get a better look. The first thing I noticed was that she wore 6” stiletto heels and without them she would only be about 5’2. As she turned towards the board once more, my eyes went wide and my dick soared with unbelievable stiffness so that the front of my trousers resembled a small tent. I’ve already told you that I found girls with muscled calves sexy, well those on Mrs. Stone made those look positively skinny and weak. Raised upon her high-heels, her thick calves bulged massively looking steel-hard. They were huge slabs of muscle that were extremely prominent on the back of her lower legs. Each was huge and highly toned resembling a wide spade with a deep diamond shaped cleft in the middle of the deep lower edge with very deep diamond shaped muscle that looked incredibly powerful and so unbelievably sexy that my trouser tent began to twitch uncontrollably. I had no doubt that if her thighs were anything like her amazing calves, then they were very thick with very hard powerful muscle. I realised that this woman was covered from neck to foot in sheer massive muscle. Not only did I, as a young man, find it extremely intimidating after having been taught that men were the stronger sex but it also turned me on more than anything I had ever encountered before in my life.

Our classroom had one of those contraptions with two large blackboards positioned one above the other on some of cantilevered pulley system that enabled them to be swapped over. Mrs. Stone had filled up the lower board. Don’t ask me with what because I too rapt watching her wide downwards pointing triangular back and large sexy calves to listen. She reached up to pull down the upper board, as she did she went onto her toes. Those wide muscular calves exploded into massively bulging prominent sharply-cut swelling power for a brief moment with thick tendons swelling around the calves and below. I exploded a massive wad of cum into my pants with such force that I grunted aloud “Nnnngh!”. Mrs. Stone spun around, her steely eyes fixing upon me. “Did you have something to say, Jerry?” she asked in a firm tone that suggested that questions or comments were not welcome. I felt my face flush as all eyes were upon me. “Urr No Maam. Sorry Maam just clearing my throat”. I was too afraid to ask to go to the bathroom that I had to sit there for the rest of the lesson hoping that the mess would dry itself up so no-one noticed when it was time to get up at the end of the lesson.

Needless to say, I looked forward to R.E. and made sure that I got there well before time. I still found the subject boring but Mrs. Stone had opened my mind to the wonders of muscular women setting me on a lifelong fascination that I have to this day. One of the other kids had overheard one of the other teachers call her Ester and that she had come over from Israel with her husband who was also a teacher at the school. In fact it was rumoured that she was at one time an Israeli gunnery sergeant, which I could well believe. Mr. Stone was in fact a Physical Education teacher who the girls fancied and a pretty big guy in his own right. In my opinion he always seemed to be henpecked, looking down submissively when she spoke to him.

Each lesson was the same. Ester, although no-one dared call her that to her face, lectured us on a subject which none of us found interesting. Pacing at the front of the class with a tough expression that dared us to make a noise or not pay rapt attention almost every move she made caused all of her massive wall of muscle bulge and flex. She had absolutely had no patience with us and would sometimes sit on her desk facing us with her mighty legs crossed. She would point the toes of her foot of the leg on top of the other giving the big calves dangling behind her shin a most sensual shape like a large semi-teardrop. At the same time she flexed the mighty calves of the leg beneath making them bulge like steel-hardened rocks. All the while she would glare at the class with that tough smile on her face daring anyone to interrupt the delivery of her lesson. I had the feeling that she definitely knew the effect that it had on most of the class. I just knew that she could easily kill a man with any part of her body, and look sexy as hell doing it. Of course the effect upon me was inevitable and I never left her class without coming in my pants.

No one fooled around with her. Well, almost no-one. Although most of the disruptive elements had left school at 16, the previous year, there was still a few for reasons best known to themselves who had stayed on. One was David Right, a loathsome smug git of mixed-race who enjoyed reducing young female teachers to tears. One day he came into R.E. to find Mrs. Stone leant over her desk organising the previous week’s homework assignments ready to hand out and insult our intelligence for such miserable marks. Anyway this idiot decided to come up behind her while she was leant forward then, to everyone’s disbelief, slapped her ample but firm looking backside WHACK! Ester immediately straightened up and slammed her elbow backwards right into his gut like an express train. WHUMP! her elbow sunk right into his stomach with a terrible sound of the pounding of meat with such force that David’s body literally went flying across the classroom. She had hit him so hard that I got a brief glimpse his face screwed up in misery and his mouth wide open in a silent scream before his back slammed into a wall 8 feet away. BLAM! He slid down the wall, creasing over and holding his gut.

Mrs. Stone slowly strode towards him looking tough and massive. My dick was stiff and beating with every deliberate step she took with those wide bulky calves bulging with every step, so big and solid that I thought she could crush rocks with them. David was still creased over badly winded but she grabbed him by the scruff of the neck with her right hand. With a physical surge of strength that made her massive biceps bulge so much that I thought her sleeves would tear, she forced his head up to look at her. I saw his eyes glance in terror at the massive peaked grapefruit sized solid mass bulging beneath her sleeve as she held him upright. “If you do that again, I’ll break you in-half” she warned in a slow menacing voice. I had no doubt she could have. Remember this was in the days of Corporal punishment where teachers could discipline kids any way they saw fit without fear of criticism or legal action. With her arm bent she lifted him right off his feet and held him there with his legs swinging uselessly beneath him. My dick was absolutely pounding in my pants at this demonstration of pure muscular strength. Suspending his entire bodyweight from her hand, her whole arm was bulging massively all over the place, from her bowling-ball shaped shoulder caps, to her powerfully peaked biceps to the thick triceps at the back of her arm (I looked that up). Even her formidable looking main-sail shaped forearm was bulging with immense slabs and prominent tendons clearly poking up through the stretched fabric of her blouse. He was the biggest kid in the class, yet he looked terrified as this well-built woman held him aloft with just one hand. She pulled his face right close to hers. “If I have any more trouble from you, you will regret it. Do you understand me, Mister Right?” it was clear that this was no question although he dumbly nodded his head. With that, she straightened her mighty arm and released her grip sending him flying backwards over a desk in the front row, knocking over an empty seat behind as he crashed into it. “You will take your seat and be quiet” she ordered. He scampered away to his seat at the back close to mine with his face glowering in anger.

It was only a few minutes before he start grumbling to the boy next to him. “You will be silent in my class, Mister Right, unless I specifically ask you a question” she demanded. He looked down at his desk with a glowering face yet fell silent. The moron started up again a few minutes later grumbling about no woman treating him like that. Mrs. Stone walked to the back where he was. Standing over him, her massive wide shoulders seemed to spread out and get bigger as she placed her hands upon her hips. My word, she really looked enormous and intimidating. “What did I tell you?” she asked in a hard voice that could cut through glass. I was sitting right near the action and saw David’s face darken in anger. Suddenly his fist flew out towards her. With casual disdain Mrs. Stone caught it and used it to yank him out of his seat. David landed flat on his belly upon the classroom floor at his teacher’s high-heeled feet.

The powerful-packaged squat form of Mrs. Stone leant forwards as she reached down with both arms and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck with one hand, and around his trouser belt with the other. I swear this is true. Squatting down with her legs spread quite wide, stretching her skirt tight between her massive thighs, she lifted him up from the floor with one smooth motion. He must have weighed around 200 pounds but she lifted him with ease. “No, no, put me down, put me down” David protested while in no position to do anything about it. Holding him in front of her like she was carrying a oversized holdall, she walked over to the door. You could see the thick powerful muscles in her dense arms and back bulging outrageously with massive steel-hard muscle. From neck to toe, her body swelled up with densely packed fearsomely bulging muscle so huge that it was a wonder that it didn’t rip her blouse to shreds. Carrying that weight while tottering upon stiletto heels just made those big hard calves jut out from her lower legs like some kind of rocky overhang with clefts so wide and deep that I reckoned I could get 3 or 4 fingers fully into. I had to resist the urge to just run over there throw myself to knees and feel her awesomely sexy calves. It was only the fear of what she would do to me that held me to my seat. Even the back of her skirt was stretched to tightness over her massive thighs, clearly showing the large solid sweep of her leg biceps and even her fully rounded firm looking buttocks. I had never encountered such a potently powerful image before, none of us did, we were all glued to our seats in astonished disbelief with a tangible feeling of fear in the air. As I watched this unbelievable display of sheer brute strength, my dick was rampant and thumping against the inside of my trousers as I struggled not to cream myself.

The pressure in my nuts became unbearable as the powerfully-built woman reached the door and then opened it while holding him by the belt with one hand. “Put me down!” he cried as she grabbed him once more with both hands. I saw the play of the huge plate-like slabs on her back ripple as without a word she swung his body before throwing him out into the hallway as if throwing out the trash. “Oorrrrr!” what a woman! I could barely restrain touching my dick and wanking off except the presence of all my classmates was a strong encouragement not to.

Like some kind of supreme Goddess, Mrs. Stone closed the door firmly and turned to address the class. “Is there anyone else who wants to talk while I am teaching class”. Then she blew my mind and I think that of everyone else in the class as she raised her right arm out to the side parallel the ground with her palm upwards. With a smug tough look she clenched her fist and slowly bent her forearm upwards bringing her fist towards the side of head. A massive solid mound formed on her upper arm, getting bigger with a more pronounced peak as she flexed her biceps and forearms into awesome thick steel-hard powerful muscle. “Because this is what you are going to deal with” she said looking mean and seriously tough. She made subtle movements with her fearsome sail-shaped forearm causing that immense mountain of muscle upon her arm to morph shape beneath her blouse. One moment it was a long low-lying hill. The next it formed a solid ball of muscle at the end closer to the crook of her arm before it leapt along the whole length of her upper arm, soaring to massive heights. I swear I could hear the seams of her blouse coming apart as it failed to contain those mind-boggling muscles. “Nnnnnarr!” needless to say I pumped a massive wad into my pants with such force that it made my balls ache. I certainly didn’t have dry pants that day or many other days in her class.

That display of sheer power scared anybody from playing up in her class ever again. David never even returned to her class and thankfully left school allowing those of us who actually wanted to study to do so. Although I was scared of her, Mrs. Stone became the subject of most of my wet dreams in which she was normally naked or wearing very little to hide that phenomenal powerful body. She sparked my lifelong obsession with strong muscular women although it was several more years before I discovered magazines actually catering to the subject reporting to the growth of women’s bodybuilding in the U.S.A. Sadly I never got to meet any such women in the U.K. where the subject was taboo for many years more. Finally I met a nice woman, fell in love, got married and raised a couple of children. I resigned myself to indulging in my fantasies thanks to the wonders of the World Wide Web or so I thought.

* 40 years later *

I had a good engineering job after I left school which I really enjoyed until Thatcher and her rich cronies destroyed Britain’s manufacturing base in her demented desire to smash the unions and grind the lower classes back into the gutter. To cut a long story short, my brother in-law worked for the Forestry commission and suggested that I join him. It was hard manual work which transformed me into a fit strong man. They trained us well but we often had to travel quite long distances and spend time away from home. After a few years we pooled our money and went into business on our own as tree surgeons. I was now 57 and employed a younger man to do the climbing up ladders while I did the stuff where I could keep both feet on the ground. As it so happened, the lad was off on summer vacation leaving me on my own for a couple of weeks. My brother in-law who was several years older than me, manned the office and priced up the quotes. That morning the day’s worksheet had a job to trim down some oversized conifers. Normally this was a two man job, one to do the cutting and the other to tidy up and load up the truck but I was on my own, which meant it would take longer. I noted down the address and saw that the client’s name was Stone but didn’t think anything of it. As I drove to the address, the sun was already dazzling in a clear-blue sky. It was going be a sweltering hot day which would make the job all the more exhausting.

The house was a semi-detached on a minor road. I parked, got out and walked to the front door and rang the bell. It was answered by a tall muscular young man in his late twenties. His face reminded me of someone but I was certain that we had never met before. I introduced myself and he told me that he would open the garage door so I could carry my gear through to the garden. Still trying to puzzle out where I had seen his face before, I went back to the truck and unloaded my extendible ladder, chain-saw and the large sheets of tarpaulin. I use those to cover the areas of the client’s garden where I am cutting so I don’t leave a mess all over their flower beds or nicely mown lawn. Down each side of the long garden were conifers that were at least 20 foot tall. The plan was to lop them to about half the height and trim the sides to make them more manageable to maintain. The lad went back into the house leaving me to get on with arranging the tarps and extending and setting up the ladder at a safe angle with good anchorage against the first tree. Because of their height I was going to have to go up about half-way, strap myself in against the trunk and carefully cut with the chainsaw to make sure the top part fell safely. It was loud work so I wore ear defenders to protect my ears, safety goggles to protect my eyes and a hard hat to protect my head. I was trained to do things properly and safely unlike the many cowboys who took short-cuts.

After lopping the first tree I came down the ladder to find that the top and side branches had gone. Somebody had moved them before I had a chance to cut them to manageable size and take them out to the truck. Curious, I went out front to look in the truck and there found the whole unsectioned top along with the side branches. I guessed the young man got one of his mates around to help me by clearing up the mess while I was cutting the trees. That was decent of him although I couldn’t see him around to thank so I moved the tarps and the ladder to do the next tree. I had just lopped it and was about to trim the remaining branches when I looked down to see this 10 foot conifer top rise from the grass and float down the garden path towards the garage. Although I couldn’t see him beneath it, the young man seemed to be carrying that on his own. He must be stronger than I gave him credit for. Never mind, I was grateful for the help and went back to work.

 
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