The Studio Ch. 02

Naked Yoga

Luke looked across his sextet of sexy yoga girls. The view was certainly better now than when they had commenced these classes six weeks ago. He had admired the earlier classes with the varied neon and pastel colors of their stretchy booty shorts, leotards, thongs, and sports bras.

As with all groups of women, they dressed for each other. It wasn't sexual between them; it was the natural impulse to be eye-catching to the male of the species. Their fashions progressed from street clothes to more fashionable yoga pieces: sports bras, leggings, stretch pants, leotards, and thongs over leotards. Even then, the sports bras got smaller and thinner, showing more prominent nipple pokies during the sweaty workouts. Luke progressed from gym shorts and a T-shirt to Speedo and bare-chested.

It was his suggestion at week five, and all accepted his advice, that they should tone their Kegels to enhance their cunt squeeze muscles. They would ultimately benefit in their attempts to lure disinterested husbands back to better bedtime adventures. That brought on the Ben Wa balls.

The studio supplied an array of models, and ever mindful Madge was assigned to fit each girl with the correct size. She carefully examined each plush pussy to determine the optimum size and placement. Her fingers were busy throughout the process, poking, prodding, pushing in the chrome spheres and taking them out, trying a different, usually larger size, until her hands were soaked with vaginal dew. At the end of the fittings, she excused herself and, licking off the genital slime, masturbated away her intense arousal from playing with so many pretty pussies.

The focus now became the cunt insets and the yoga duds mostly disappeared, naked bodies but for a snug thong, necessary to keep the Ben Wa gadgets from falling out.

Luke sat in lotus pose, calling the cadence of movements, while controlling the remote-controlled Ben Was. The near naked yoga babes were facing him in downward dog, asses high and boobs hanging low. He tested their stamina with short bursts, intermittent and unannounced zaps of vibrations. The girls seemed to be holding up, taking the sudden stimulations in stride.

After an hour of perspiring exercise, he gave the final instruction to take the resting pose: savasana. They lay on their backs, hands at sides, boobs mounded on chests and eyes closed.

He doffed his Speedo and began the final routine of the class. He approached the first one at the end. Dipping his index finger into a small bowl of balm, he touched the camphor to brunette Angie's nipple. The reaction to the freeze/burn sensation was immediate. She tilted her head back, elevating her hips, shifting the Ben Was deeper into her cunt, and opening her mouth to express her 'ahh' at the tingle that shot from her balm tainted nipple straight to her clitoral nerves.

Luke lowered his cock knob to her open lips and she kissed the end of his appendage. The second dose of balm on the other nipple got a further spine arch and her open mouth received the whole of his knob. She tickled the nook with her tongue tip, and he held there until the nipple burns abated and she relaxed again on her mat.

"Namaste," he whispered.

"Namaste," she whispered back.

He moved to the next one, blonde Connie, and repeated the procedure. And then down the line: dark-skinned Diedre, another blonde Francie, black haired Ginnie, ending with redhead Kimmy, until all six had received their class closing stimulation and had given their oral thanks to their yogi guru.

Summoned to rise into lotus pose, they faced Luke, where he had returned to his place in front. Hands in prayer pose, they bowed and intoned "Namaste" to end the class.

Kama Sutra Yoga

"Class dismissed, except for you, Kimmy. It's your turn for the extra lesson."

The other five sighed in resignation. Luke was always fair with allotting the special offer, but they still felt dismayed at their postponed chance at the coveted exercise. It was when he imparted special skills and tested their growth in sexual performance.

The others departed for the locker room to remove and clean their chrome Kegel toys and preen for the public areas outside the studios.

Kimmy came forward. Luke admired her strawberry-red hair, a face and bodice of light freckles, down to her C-cup breasts. She had started weeks ago as a bit chubby due to her affluent lifestyle, but the yoga classes and the encouragement of the overall program had helped her trim down to a lithe, toned body.

She walked, skimming off her thong to stand before him, groin pushed forward. He always assisted the student with the Ben Wa extraction. He could have pulled it out by the convenient looped leader protruding from her labial folds. However, he preferred the manual method. She opened her stance to give him easier access.

Inserting his thumb and forefinger up her oily channel, he found the largest smooth orb resting an inch inside. He pinched the slippery chromed surface at the widest part, pulled, but it slipped from his finger grasp. He tried again, tunnelling deeper, getting his sticky fingers past the bulge, and made a slight hook around the top. With a better grip, he dragged the chain of toys out, one connected ball at a time. Kimmy whined her loss of the stuffed cunt feeling. The aroma of pussy juice exuded from the feminine scented flesh and mechanisms.

Luke set them aside and gave Kimmy a hand as she sat at his level. He returned to full lotus pose and nodded to her, a sign for her to proceed. She climbed on, straddling his hips, her ass on his thighs. Her hands came to his cock, already erect, a sign of his mastery over his masculine powers. She thumbed the nook and felt the jerk of response. She settled in the saddle between his legs and torso. It was something he had taught her before, a reminiscence for him of a time and place long ago.

Her legs wrapped his waist, and her ankles locked behind his back. With one hand around his neck, her other softly fingering his erection, she shuffled up and hovered over the tip. She paused, waiting for his permission to continue. It strained her thigh and abdominal muscles, but showed her success at the power and toning drills.

"Go ahead, Kimmy. Show me how much you have improved your vaginal muscles."

She barely inserted him and held the head at her entrance. She took a cleansing breath and jammed her hips forward, trying to bury him in one thrust. She only got about half in. She waited for the inevitable rebuke. His voice held a disappointing tone despite the encouraging words.

"Let's try that again."

She pulled back until his tip was again just notched at her opening, took another bracing breath, and jammed her lower body forward more fiercely, gaining maybe two-thirds. She almost sobbed in disappointment. His voice rose a timber as he wanted her to get it right. He slapped her ass, hard, to emphasize his warning.

"Kimmy, that won't do. Ram me in all the way, one mighty stroke, no hesitation."

He saw the look of worry cross her face, fearful of failure.

Once more, she retreated to a shallow pose, took a deep breath, a stern expression of mighty effort, and suddenly rammed forward succeeding in filling her cunt completely with his cock as her clitoris banged onto his tuff garlanded pubic bone. Luke puffed an outbreath at the force of the insertion, a low wordy moan of admiration.

"Yes, Kimmy... that's more like it... that's the way to please a man."

Kimmy took the words of encouragement in stride as she continued with a steady series of thrusts. Each one took him deep while she hit his pubic with her clit. As she worked her pussy, she leaned in and her camphor-tinged nipples patted his, transferring some of the tingly balm. He felt the burn and it added to his excitement; his cock thickened. She felt it, a physical sign of approval.

She was pounding away; the efforts were producing a sheen of sweat, encompassing her whole body. He was enthralled by his nipple prickle, his slippery hold on the energetic redhead, and the memory of all the recent foreplay with the class members. He felt his groin readying itself with the buzz preceding the impending burst of ejaculate. He closed his eyes, hugged the sweaty gyrating woman in his arms, pressed her breasts against his chest, and ejected his sperm into the womb of his yoga adherent.

"Oh, yes, guru... fill me, fill me up... oh, it's so good..."

His pulses were spectacular for him and seemed to enlighten his spiritual follower as well.

A weary Luke, losing the tight hug only a little, leaned on happy Kimmy. They felt the urge to vocalize their thoughts in a low, weary tone, their exchange almost a whisper.

"You're going to make your husband so happy next time you see him."

"That will be tomorrow night when he comes home from a business trip."

Kimmy dismounted and, leaning over to collect her thong and Ben Wa balls, left through the side door directly into the changing room.

Luke donned a pair of loose jogging shorts and went out the room's main door. He hung out at the counter in the lobby for Kimmy's appearance. She came from the back, dressed in a street-legal braless crop top tee, booty shorts, and heeled sandals. Her moist hair was pulled back in a scalp-tight ponytail. She was slinging a small satchel of her used exercise clothes and, presumably, the Kegel strengthening round chrome inserts. She stretched up to whisper in his ear.

"Thank you for the extra session. Until next time?"

Her hand rubbed a quick pat on her sexy Yoga guru's soft genitals before she turned away, took a quick smiling look over her shoulder, gave an air pucker kiss, and sashayed her pretty ass outside through the studio entrance door.