Yoga Warm-ups

Lesbian hit-on and threesome after class

A sports bra was wasted on me, but it kept my prominent nipples flatter.

Besides my teats, I have nothing to flash, flatter, or draw attention to 'me' in the chest department.

So, none of the other women in my yoga class were checking out my chest.

Women check out each other's shape and scrutinise it more than guys.

Mostly not in a sexual way — but pure jealousy directed at those bitches that have all the right curves and equally a smidge of satisfaction when your shape, according to your self-esteem, isn't the worst in the room.

You hear all these stories of salacious, smutty sex at mixed gym aerobic classes. But they basically aren't true: a porno industry fantasy.

The truth is, once you know the poses of true exercise yoga, there is no way any self-respecting girl would flex her arse or spread her legs that wide in front of unknown guys; unless they were an out-and-out tramps.

Well, my yoga exercise class was like most: ladies only, and seriously, that's lewd enough.

You can't help but have a good perv when holding a yoga position.

Visual me, as I do The Cat, and yes, the women beside me, in front of me, and right behind me. Twenty women, all between twenty and forty-something, plus Ms Charlotte 'Charlie' Dukain, our instructor, agreeably doggy—positioned, showing us 'her class'—how to do it, and yes, all reflected in the oversized mirrors.

The Cat: we were down on all fours, nicely arching our backs up and down, good practice for sex, twenty-one arses all straining in tight leotards.

Yes, it's gentle, like warm sensuous screwing; but boy is your arse out there.

The butts in front of me looked big. Then I wonder how big my bum looks. However, the human eye is quickly drawn to the pussy curve between the bum cheeks and then those gorgeous, rounded, seemingly oversized hemispheres of flesh and buttocks everywhere.

Mine were great, as they should be at twenty.

Charlie had us moving on soon enough to the aptly named Happy Baby position.

Probably one the guys like to think about — standard yoga-held splaying. Well, there's not a lot of girly dignity with your legs spread like you're about to give birth; unless your guy's thrusting cock is drilling deep into you.

You are balancing on your arse with your frickin legs pointing high in the air, and you have spread-eagled thighs — as wide as you can get them.

If you are flexible like Charlie, the bitch; you can hold your big toes and smile rather than grimace like most of the class.

It hit me: Charlie was sexually attractive.

My eyes were drawn to her amazing, easily held spread; I bet the tart gave plenty of guys a real pussy gape eyeful before they sunk cock into her or her pussy was licked out by a girlfriend.

Or her clit sucked off by me.

Wow, did I think that?

Yes, and it made me feel horny.

Charlie was looking at me, straight between her legs, smiling at me.

I thought initially it was The You Are Doing Fine with the pose smile; however, it had that sexual edge; she was attracted to my hidden but explicitly shaped package between my thighs.

I smiled back between my thighs. I suppose our hidden pussies smiled in anticipation, too, but seriously, it never happens, as if my instructor would hit on me after class!

Then I looked in the mirrors around the room; that didn't help; suddenly, it looked like forty-two women, repeated to infinity, were in the latter stages of labour.

Next, it was a thigh-gaped feast.

I was hot, flushed and sweaty, and it wasn't the yoga warm-up; it was the female body, masses of fleshy female bodies hitting on my aroused senses, and our instructor's — taut athletic spread dominated.

Charlie finally let us relax and stretch.

She went for her final rove around the group, checking our warm-down, but she stopped casually beside me.

"Nice work on the stretches, Kim."

I saw her tongue ease over her lips and returned the deft wet compliment.

She was hot. Busty and curvy. Her brunette mane in a ponytail.

The rest of the class was a yoga blur.

Charlie was professional, sharing her time with all the other ladies, helping with positioning and praising poses.

After our stretch down, I lingered in the shower, touching myself softly, thinking of Charlie.

Then, as I got out of the bay, I realised I was embarrassing myself because the changing rooms were empty.

Even a lush, lingering, touchy feel takes time, but I really needed my hard pulsating vibrator at home, and that was why I had stopped, though; I must have slowly, sensually fingered myself and massaged soap all over my body for a good twenty minutes.

Alone, in a locker area, you let what you don't usually display of your body open up. I let my towel drop from the modest wiping position and dried myself off easily and vigorously, openly naked, like at home.

Not turning away to hide my small tits or recently untrimmed dark furry pubes.

I saw Charlie enter the changing rooms, and her eyes dropped straight to my one dark patch against my light skin. Then she took me all in — my petite breasts, long nipples, flat stomach and twenty not-so-experienced years of life.

She sensed I felt correctly — that I had no girl-on-girl experiences.

The stunning brunette knew exactly what she wanted and what I secretly wanted.

As she walked towards me, she eased down her tight, dark, shiny leotard to her waist and flopped her big breasts over the top of her sports bra as she came brazenly towards me.

My towel hit the floor, and our lips smooched.

We were kissing passionately, sinking our fingers into each other's mouths and licking off each other's fingers.

Then Charlie was intensely sucking off my long hard nipples. Followed by flicking across the tip of their pink, rigid erectness.

I had her leotard pulled off along with her skimpy, sexy black panties and felt the wetness between her legs.

She murmured, "Mmm, mm, mmm!"

Charlie was smoothly shaved.

The bitch.

My yoga teacher then gave me that sensationally satisfying moment when someone else fingers your coochie and touches your clit.

Pleasure is defined, and pleasure reaches for the unbound; there are no limits to pleasure under the sway of another's touch.

"Ooh, yes, ooh, yes! Thank you, ooh, yes!"

We were girly, sensually fingering each other's pussy at the same time.

The delicious soft exploration of moist, silky, inwardly shaped flesh. The touch only a woman can give another woman.

Charlie's effortlessness guided me down onto the locker room bench, and I didn't need to spread my legs. I was already naturally in the Happy Baby position.

Her pink tongue tip prodded repeatedly against my equally pink bud. A fusion of flesh. A blending of desire. Touch detonated lust.

"God, that feels so good," I managed to say, but I soon became an incoherent gabble of "Oh… Ahh… Ooh's."

I was touching my nipples for added pleasure.

Charlie had my girly bits spread so her tongue could massage my clit directly. She wasn't into the gentle skin hood intermediary for protection.

She knew the sweet spot and went for it — directly.

"It feels so good," I panted.

She responded by flicking my clit faster and faster.

"Oh… Mmmm… Ahh… Arh…Rrhh…Oohh," from happy me.

I started rocking my body and pushing my pussy into her spearing darting tongue.

"Oh yeah," I managed as I writhed.

Charlie said," You have a gorgeous hard clit. "

"Lick, Lick it," I panted, nearly breathless with building climax pleasure.

Charlie was straight back to filling my need and her self-indulgence.

Her tongue swiped over my clit, and now my tight pucker crack. That felt great. She had a finger slowly crooking and hooking into my butt hole.

"Orrgh… orrh …oohh": I couldn't help my strange, joyful girly moans.

Then she spread my pussy to finger me, one hand keeping my clit clearly released, then a finger from her other hand circling and circling, rotating over my erect nub of fem-pleasure, as she was gifting me bliss.

"Sweet heaven, that is good! So frickin good! Ahh, ahh, aah!" 

She spread my flappy lips with her fingers and inserted one finger from her other hand into my moist pussy hole. It was her middle finger, splitting my body right up its sexual centre to the well of my wetness. Her finger eased in and out of my tightness, sliding to her knuckle, steadily, in and out, catching my sensitive vaginal edge.

She was twisting her finger in me. Treating my pussy like an interior torc.

Again, I encouraged her: "Ooh yeah, that's so good, "and my fingers joined my pussy carnival of enjoyment.

It was so frickin nice.

"Oh God, it feels so good," I repeated, "Orrgh, orrgh, orrgh!"

What else is there to think or say; it is a truism of sex; it defies expression; it was my body, and it felt so good.

Awesomely good; pleasure is the sensation; the sensation dominates; the dominant feeling is the pleasure trip — through to its sought climax.

And just when you believed it couldn't get any better than this, Charlie eased you over.

The Cat has more than an exercise use.

She has her tongue between my legs from behind.

I hold myself steady on all fours as her tongue belts into my clit and twists into my vagina; from behind me. Delight sears straight through my body; on a line to my brain; her fingers holding me spread; but it is the total spotlight of her tongue hitting my clit that engulfs me, broader than the Gulf Stream.

I manage to express: "Suck my pussy. Suck my clit; please; please."

I was begging.

Charlie responds to my imperative.

How much can your clitty take?

The lot.

It takes and takes.

How much can your clitty give?

It gives and gives.

"Make me cum. Make me cum. Oohh, yeah, oh! God…Uhh… Uhh. Ohoo…rhg …oOO…Orrh!"

You realise you are making previously unuttered sexual noises.

Then suddenly, in flooding increments, the blissful moment before orgasmic release arrives. The plateau of self-pleasure holds momentarily, held so high. Then, it shoots higher still, catapulting you into your private stratosphere, the gift of a humongous climax.

All the time through my bliss, Charlie's tongue was scaling up through my clitty's pleasure gradient to release its maximum output.

I vanished from myself in the seconds of complete orgasmic happiness.

Consumed in my immediate pinnacle of sexual satisfaction.

I was then all purry contented: slow, relaxed "Mmm's."

Suddenly, Charlie's body was groaning and up from mine.

"Oh, fuck you! You prick, harder and faster, you bastard," my instructor was commanding.

I turned around and saw a tall, athletic guy pounding into Charlie. I could see his pecker piston pumping into her shapely wetness because one of her legs was up on the bench.

God, I was lewdly watching another woman having sex, close up.

The immediate visual potency removed any inhibitions, and I was under Charlie, so fast, licking her clit; while the strong guy behind her was thrusting and hammering into her sopping leaking wetness.

Boy, Charlie was being drilled and loving it.

Equally, being clit pampered and loving it.

"Orrgh fuck, yeah! Don't stop either of you! Ooh, my, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

She went into paroxysms of complete pleasure as my tongue added that extra layer of touch. Everything that her pussy needed to cum had been brought into play.

Charlie's dirty mind, a big fat cock drilling between her legs and my flicking tongue on her clit.

Charlie's ponytail was swinging around wildly. The muscular guy was holding her hips tight because my instructor was thigh quivering. Her body both grinding back into the guy's pubic bone and arching forward so her clitty hit my tongue.

She was finally effusively vocal as she came: "Oh fuck you, Ned. You bastard. Fuck me…Oh My God….Orrgh…Orrh…Orrhh."

Well, Ms Charlotte was happy. I was happy, but Ned still had a massive hard-on.

Well, I knew just what to do with an unexploded dick.

"Stick it here," I said, gaping my arse.

"You are a sly bitch, Kimberley," said Charlie.

Unintroduced Ned didn't worry about formalities with my butt hole. He stuffed his cock in me in measured increments that had me gasping.

"Oof, ooh, oof, ooh!"

And him groaning.

Wow, was my arse full of pecker, and could the bloke drill—nothing like a fit guy in the sexual stamina stakes.

Charlie, like an authentic tart, was fondling her man's balls with one hand and tweaking my nipples with her other fingers.

My fingers got reacquainted with my clit but only around its swollen, sensitive cowl.

Another orgasm burst through me, quick enough, as wads of spunk were deposited deep in my back crack.

"Uuggh, uugghh!"

Charlie only introduced me to her, Edward, after his release.

'Ned', — her boyfriend — as we all shared a refreshing shower.

He had come looking for his 'woman' to take to dinner but heard the sexual moans coming from the changing rooms and was, well, male, intrigued.

After he saw our passion, it was easy to join in.

However; by the time we got out of the shower, Ned's cock was back in the fully stiff position, and Charlie invited me to share dinner with her right there and then; with both of us feeding on Ned's pecker.