Downward Fucking Dog

I have been a nervous and anxious person throughout my life and have developed various strategies to deal with my anxieties, including doing exercise or taking medication at times. But a few months ago, I got a new boss at work and my stress level increased substantially, as he was the kind of boss who likes to micromanage his reports. Even with taking my typical medication and other strategies for anxiety mitigation, I was not doing well in these days, and when talking to a dear friend of mine, she suggested joining her yoga class she had been taking for quite some time.

"You will see, Mark," Danielle said, "practicing yoga will allow you to find better inner balance, it is both good for your body and for your soul... Our teacher is a young woman from India called Medha, and she is an excellent instructor, with lots of compassion and also humor, why don't you try it out...?"

I agreed, it wouldn't hurt to take a class once, just to see how it all goes and if this might be something for me, in particular, if it might help me relieve my anxiety.

So on the next Wednesday evening, I showed up at Medha's class, wearing loosely fitting clothes, as recommended, and bringing a mat which I just had bought online. I sat down on my mat, facing the teacher, and observed that I was actually the only guy in the class -- women of all ages were there, some wearing tighter and other more looser fitting clothes, most of them staring at me as I entered the room, as if I was some kind of intruder...

Medha was indeed from India, judging from her accent, I estimated her to be in her mid twenties, she was of rather short stature, wore teal leggings and a black T-shirt; she had her black hair cut very short. She sat on her mat in perfect lotus position with the soles of her feet facing upwards to the ceiling.

Medha welcomed us all to the class, and briefly also said a few special words of welcome to me, the only new kid on the block... She explained that the purpose of yoga is to find inner and outer balance, to move with one's own breath always, and not to try to achieve something like 'perfection' in the poses...

"Just go as far as your breath leads you, don't mind what your neighbor or I am doing... If something is too hard or too difficult you can always simplify a pose, and I will let you know some of the options when it comes to it..."

We started sitting cross-legged on our mats and slowly breathing in and out, focusing on the breath, not hanging out with any random thoughts that might appear in our minds... After the initial breathing, we did some slow warm-ups, like rolling our heads, bending sideways left and right, or rolling over our sitting bones... All of that was not too difficult and I had no trouble following Medha's calm and soothing words of instruction...

But then we stood up and went into a series of sun salutations. The first two or three were done in fairly slow motion, but for me, the yoga Newby, it was still quite challenging to follow along, as I had never done these movements before, and I had to carefully look at Medha's moves or those of my classmates to avoid getting lost ...

But then the speed of the sun salutations increased, and with every breath, we were supposed to move into the next pose... I got completely lost and at some point just rested on my belly, waiting for the end of this sequence... I felt that not only Medha but also all the other women in the class watched my defeat and maybe wondered why I had joined in the first place... Danielle should have mentioned that this class was not one for beginners...

Eventually, the series of twelve sun salutations had been completed, and in the following, a number of different poses, many named after various animals, such as 'camel', 'pigeon' or 'locust' were performed, always to the rhythm of our breath... Some of these poses were quite challenging for me and I was not able to do them all in the way they were supposed to be done (from what I gleaned from Medha), but at least I was able to follow along somewhat better than earlier...

After about thirty minutes I was so tired and exhausted, and also had some pain in various parts of my body, that I decided to just sit on my mat and watch the class going on, now without me...

Medha did not say anything, neither criticism nor words of encouragement, even though she clearly knew what was going on...

I used the opportunity to watch Medha as she moved her beautiful body around in the various poses, seemingly without any effort, and also as the other women in the class did the same, of course not at the level shown by Medha, but to a different degree of approximation... Somehow, having all these women around me, focusing on their breaths and poses, provided me with some calm but at the same time also arousing feelings...

After the final shavasana, when everyone lay on their mat face up, legs and arms stretched out, the whole class arrived in the basic sitting position again and folded their hands to the 'namaste' good-bye...

After most women had left, Medha approached me and said officially 'hi', then asked me about my experience... I shared my struggles during class with her and she was very understanding...

"For a beginner, you did actually extremely well in the class, and should be proud of it..."

"I'm not sure, though, if this is the right class for me..." I said slightly discouraged.

"I don't teach a beginner's class right now but I do give private lessons... let me know if you'd be interested..." She put on a sweet smile as she said this, very warm and inviting...

"I might consider it, will give you a call in the next few days..." I ended the conversation.

"Great. So nice to meet you!" Again her sweet warm smile, as she turned around, grabbed her yoga mat and left the room.

***---***

I did not have to deliberate long about this, so I called Medha two days later and asked her about her availability for private lessons. She worked weekends and could visit me the following Sunday evening at 5 p. n.

"How about your fee?" I inquired.

"$80 for a 60 minutes class."

"Okay, sounds good, until Sunday then."

"Yes, I'll see you soon!" I could tell over the phone that Medha smiled as she said this...

The doorbell rang on Sunday afternoon around the agreed time, and I welcomed Medha into my house. She was dressed a bit hotter than during her class, wearing a tight black top that showed the contours of her bra, purple lycra stretch leggings, white socks and white sneakers. She carried a bag containing her yoga mat and a water bottle. I had chosen a very simple and basic outfit for the class: a soft white T-shirt, and black sports shorts.

"Please follow me down to the basement," I invited Medha along, as we stepped down the staircase to my large finished basement area. It had several functions -- I used it for playing my online computer games, to watch streaming shows or movies, and also to do workout. The floor was covered in comfortable wall-to-wall carpeting, so it would feel comfortable on our yoga mats.

Medha took her sneakers and socks off, then we placed our mats next to each other, and Medha asked me to sit down, in the basic sitting pose, Sukhasana.

"This pose is great and you can always go back to it during the yoga routines, it is very centering and calming." She featured a big smile, as she was sitting in her perfect lotus, with her small feet resting on her thighs and her soles facing straight up.

"How do you do this perfect lotus...?" I inquired curiously.

"Just practice!" She replied with an even broader smile. "If you do yoga for a while, you'll get there, too, so no warries!"

"How many years of yoga practice have you had...?"

"Almost ten years... I started in high school when a friend of mine recommended yoga to me for my anxiety..." Medha replied.

"This is so interesting," I said, "my anxiety was the reason that Danielle recommended your class to me... So I guess it helped...?"

"You bet!" Medha said confidently. "But the key is regular and committed practice... Shall we start?"

I was ready for her instructions...

"We close our eyes... We breathe deeply, in and out, one long in-breath, one long out-breath... we find our rhythm and continue for some time..."

Hearing her calming, soothing voice already relaxed me before I had even started with the breathing exercise. I liked the breathing, it was so simple but also so grounding and calming...

Then I felt a hand touching my chest and another my back... Medha had moved very close to me, without me noticing it, and was checking my breathing... Her hands moved further down towards my belly and lower back.

It felt so great to have her little hands on my body, being so close to her also allowed me to soak in even more of her perfect calmness and inner balance... I had a very warm feeling inside as her hands monitored my breathing moves...

"You are breathing with your rib cage, like most people do," Medha said. "In yoga, we try to breathe from our belly, moving the diaphragm up and down..." She made some first slower, then faster sounds while breathing from her belly.

"Just try to move your belly forward and backward, forward and backward, so that you use this lower center of breathing to get air into your lungs..." I tried this but it was not that straightforward.

"You will get there, again, it's practice, persistent practice..." She moved her hands away and returned to her mat.

"Now we circle around our sitting bones, moving our upper body in larger circles while keeping the bottom parts on the ground... yes, that looks very nice! Now stop, and turn around the other side... beautiful..."

Medha had so much elegance about her every move that it fascinated me to watch her as she was swinging her upper body in circles around her nice round butt...

"We stand on our hands and knees, put your hands under your shoulder and your knees under your hips... a bit wider apart... and spread your fingers... yes!"

"We are in for the 'cow' and the 'cat', probably one of the most popular yoga poses. It is great for the spine... First move your head up and your belly down for 'cow'... yes, m exactly... and then the opposite: move your head inwards and bend your back upwards, like a 'cat'... great work... now we are doing this a couple of times... and use your breath to guide you... inhale and into the cow, exhale and into the cat..."

I liked these poses as they were fun to do, simple, and not taxing on my strength...

"Great work, Mark!" Medha said, acknowledging me trying to learn some of the yoga basics.

"Now move your left foot inside of your left hand and move your right leg backwards, putting your knee down."

I must have placed my limbs far away from where they should have been, so Medha came over to me again, and corrected my pose. She was so gentle and calm in using her small hands to guide my legs to their correct position that I was able to relax even more and forget about my worries and anxieties, including about whether I would be a good yoga student or not...

"This is a balancing pose,: Medha said, "we are now raising our arms all the way up, palms facing each other, and don't forget to breathe while you are doing this..."

I was a little bit wobbly but tried my best to keep my balance...

"Good! Now raise your hips up high and stretch both legs out and backwards, arms still at the front of the mat with fingers spread wide, arms straight. This is the famous 'downward facing dog' pose, or adho mukha svanasana..."

Oh no, I thought, that was one of the poses that caused me difficulty during our class recently... I did not fully understand where to place my hands and feet exactly...

Medha realized this as she observed my failing attempts at the downward facing dog and suggested for me to come to her mat and get a look and feel for this important yoga pose.

"Just touch my arms and legs, so it will be easier to copy the position when you do it yourself..." She invited me rather innocently.

I moved my hands over her hands and arms, then her back, and then over her ass cheeks, and than her legs towards her small feet, trying to get a sense of how the pose worked in more detail.

"Do you get the idea...?" She asked.

"I think it helps knowing how you do this pose," I said, while moving my hands all over her body a second time, going slow, now in the reverse order, starting from her feet over her legs until her arms and hands.

In addition to getting the close-up information on the pose, touching her cute Indian body with my hands also aroused me immensely, and not entirely to my surprise... My shorts featured a boner, forming a tent shape, and I had to quickly adjust it to avoid her seeing it once I would return to my mat.

Our mutual touching had seriously distracted me from the yoga practice, and made me more horny and aroused, the longer I watched Medha in her yoga poses. As the lesson progressed, she would keep correcting some of my poses by directly touching my arms, butt or legs, and also occasionally invite me to figure out the details of a specific pose by exploring the particular shape of her body.

***---***

At one point, Medha suggested to do a pose together. Oh wow, I thought, where would this potentially lead to...?

Medha faced me on her mat, spreading her legs wide out to each side.

"Let's spread our legs wide... until our feet touch... yes! Now we are holding each other's shoulders... and we pull each other forward and backward in gentle motion, getting nice stretches in our hips, legs and lower back..."

My brain was only 10% into yoga and 90% into Medha... her cute small feet pressing against mine, holding her tightly, our heads almost touching, and moving with her back and forth, like in a dancing wave... all this was getting me so excited and aroused that my dick stood to attention yet another time, and Medha would certainly be able to see my sexual arousal if she chose to open her eyes... apparently she liked to do many poses with her eyes shut, except of course when she needed to pay attention to my poses as a teacher.

Something inside me took over my rational self, I lifted my hands off Medha's shoulders and gently held her head with her very short black hair... Medha opened her beautiful brown eyes, apparently surprised, but before she could say anything, I pressed my lips against hers and intruded into her cute Indian mouth with my eager tongue...

Medha's surprise increased with that move, and her natural instinct was to immediately withdraw... but I did not let her, held her head firmly in place and kept tongue-fucking her oral cavity really hard.

It only lasted a few seconds when she stopped resisting, now engaging her tongue in our French kiss, as well, and we rearranged our legs, kept kissing and holding each other tightly for several minutes...

"Mark,,,", Medha said when we broke the kiss, obviously at loss for words... "I... I mean, I came here to teach you some yoga... you... I..."

"Medha, I wonder if there are other partner poses in yoga we could try...?" I suggested, trying to combine the teacher in her with my newly found lover.

"Of course, there are many of them," Medha remarked. "I can think of... how about this... I am doing a wheel, and you will be... the wheel engineer, say..."

This didn't sound like yoga at all, I thought, she was cooking something up on the fly... but nonetheless, it likely would be interesting, I guessed...

Medha went into her wheel pose, standing on her feet and hands and pushing her torso and thighs upwards.

"Come over, and lay down just under me," She suggested, "your head under my upper thighs..."

Interesting, I thought, what would develop out of this...?

Once I had positioned myself underneath her as she had suggested, she slowly lowered herself onto my body such that her sex was right above my face.

"This part of the wheel is in need of lubrication..." Medha said, with a slight wink in her eyes that I could not see because of how I lay underneath her body.

"And that means," I continued, "that the outer covers would first have to be removed for better access, right?"

Medha giggled. "Yes, you got this..."

I understood and took off Medha's purple lycra stretch leggings, now getting immediate access to her pussy... To my surprise, her pussy was quite wet already, indicating that she must have had a high level of arousal already during our French kiss... Her pussy was clean shaven except for a small strip of short trimmed black pubic hair right at the edge of her front outer lips...

I started to lick her outer pussy lips, first slowly and softly, then using a bit more pressure, and then intruding my tongue into her pussy itself... Medha uttered a few soft moans as my tongue explored her wet pussy, and her moans got more pronounced once I worked around her clit, as well, circling it with first gentle and then firmer pressure...

I noticed first one, than two small hands grabbing my hard cock, and while I was pussyfucking Medha harder and harder, she provided me with a very sensuous and arousing hand job.

Medha came first, just as my tongue pushed harder on her erect lust pearl, her whole body shuddering, and she exclaimed cries of lust, her orgasmic pussy juices squirting over my tongue, mouth and entire face... As soon as Medha had orgasmed, her little cute hands squeezed my cock harder, rubbing its tip firmly, and brought me over the edge, as well, and my dick shot many loads of cum juices all over the place, including on her face, head and short black hair.

***---***

After a little rest, Medha went into her downward facing dog again, taking off her tight black top and her black bra, now being entirely nude in front of me... I decided to get undressed as well and took my shorts and T-shirt off, then awaiting my teacher's instructions...

"Try to do your downward dog over mine," Medha said, and I understood what she meant. I bent my whole body over hers, placed my hands just a bit in front of hers, wrapped my torso over hers, and placed my feet behind her small feet, with our legs also touching. My cock had gotten rock hard again, with me being so closely connected with Medha's nude body physically, and the most natural thing in this position, I thought, was to provide my yoga teacher with a hard and fun fuck from behind, doggy-style so to say...

I placed the tip of my hard-on at the entrance of her wet pussy, making Medha moan just briefly, and then slowly sliding my steel rod inside her tight Indian pink pussy... I kept my boner in her pussy once it had touched her cervix and just enjoyed the feeling of filling her up all the way inside of her sex organ...

Medha started to moan more loudly, and I started to pound my boner into her cunt with stronger and stronger thrusts, her hips reacting to me, resulting in a crazy fucking dance, downward fucking dog for two, kind of...

I raised myself up a little bit, so my hands could play with Medha's breasts and nipples, her cute breasts had become enlarged and very rounded, and her nipples got stiffer and harder, so I had to pinch them firmly a couple of times, increasing the volume of Medha's moans as she felt the pain of my nipple squeezes...

Meanwhile, my thrusting into Medha's soft pink tight Indian pussy became more and more raw and animalistic, I now had raised my body all the way up, so I could hold onto her pretty round ass cheeks while thrusting my hard cock deep inside of her cunt... Medha's moans became louder and faster again, she was clearly close to the edge, but I came first this time, shooting my loads of sticky white cum deep inside her pink lust hole, still keeping the pounding rhythm going, until I was all spent...

It took only a brief massage of Medha's hot lust pearl, and she came a second time that evening, as well, again her body convulsing like crazy, and copious amounts of pussy juices squirting out of her worn out cunt...

After this passionate fuck in downward dog pose, we needed a bit more resting time, and chatted a bit with each other, as we lay on our mats...

"Medha," I eventually said, "there must be other partner yoga poses we have not explored yet, what do you think...?"

Medha did not speak... Maybe she was done for today? I wondered.

"How about you come up with something?" She suggested.

"Well, I am not a yoga teacher, but... let's see.." I replied, hedgingly.

Medha moved closer to me, sat on my face, and put my boner into her cute mouth... after some hard sucking, she said: "Maybe this helps your creative mind a little bit...?" And with that, she continued with her incredible blowjob... My hard dick was so excited, as it had never been sucked so expertly before, and I had to find some distraction to avoid coming too soon...

Well, that distraction was sitting on my face, and I used my tongue to lick Medha's pussy clean a second time, both inside and outside... Initially I avoided touching her clit but as time progressed I paid more and more attention to her hard little lust pearl, and Medha's moans got more and more intense as a result... I managed to lick her to an orgasm before I came, just a few seconds later, and I loved how Medha sucked every little drop of semen from my cock and swallowed all of its loads wholesale...

I still wanted to assfuck Medha, having seen her pretty round Indian ass cheeks so close earlier, and even glancing a peek here and there onto her dark skin puckered round asshole, was just too much for me to forego this experience... After some deliberating while we were resting from our orgasms, I had an idea...

"We did this 'half dog' pose earlier," I said... "Can you show it to me again?" I put a slightly naughty smile on my face; she knew what way I was going with this...

"For sure," Medha replied, and put herself in 'half dog', both arms stretched out far to the front, while on her knees and buttocks half way up...

"Can I inspect...?" I asked, now without my naughty smile from earlier.

"Of course, I know you want to learn this pose better, it's called uttana shishosana ..."

My hands moved from her fingers, hands, arms, torso all the way to her buttocks. At this point they did not continue further down her body, but rather widened her ass cheeks... Medha moaned audibly, now even more certain about what was to come next...

I used her pussy juices for lubrication and worked on making the entrance through her sphincter wider and wider, to allow for my hard boner's entry into her asshole... The more I intruded into her ass with my fingers and stretched out the fabric of her rear hole, the more Medha moaned and groaned, it was likely painful to her to some extent but she did not protest... Finally, when I thought her sphincter was ready for my cock, I very slowly pushed my hard-on inside her tight Indian asshole, giving her a break every inch or so, to adjust to its size...

When it was all the way in, I relished feeling Medha's cute little Indian asshole surrounding my massive boner tightly, and then I could wait no longer and started thrusting my steel rod in and out of her tight Indian anus with increasing speed and force...

Medha moaned and cried, likely a combination of lust and pain... The more I increased the intensity of my assfuck, and the longer my cock was pounding into her Indian asshole, the louder her moans and cries became...

I probably had fucked her ass for more than ten minutes and did not want to hurt her too much longer, at the same time I was ready and on the edge, so I grabbed Medha's round tits and erect nipples firmly, squeezed them as hard as I could, and went for a few final extra strong thrusts into her cute tight Indian asshole, until I exploded and shot multiple loads of jism deep inside her rear end...

As my cum juices emanated from her ass and my boner slowly relaxed, I rubbed her pussy and clit with my cum, providing her with enough stimulation for yet another crazy orgasm that evening... Her cries and moans were the loudest this time around, making me think that she might actually really be into anal sex...

We were both completely spent and just lay down next to each other on her yoga mat, kissing, touching and caressing each other tenderly... I had no idea how relaxing yoga could be... We both knew that many more yoga classes would be ahead of us...