Author note- This is an XXX parody only inspired by the hit tv show and does not reflect on any of the characters portrayed. Its just a fun spoof entirely made up by myself.
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"I'm so glad you decided to finally come with me to yoga class, you will love it I promise."
Beverly Goldberg said energetically as she dragged Susan Cinoman by the hand and entered the fitness center where she attended every week.
The year was 1980 something and Susan was the music teacher at the William Penn High School where the Goldberg kids were educated and she had been nagged once too often by her boyfriend about getting in shape.
Nick Mellor, the school coach was her man but she didn't want to work out, or lift weights and yoga was the next best thing.
It was a monday night and the two women were the only ones in attendance.
Susan had finished up some work at her office then driven to the center where she met Beverly.
They quickly went to the changing room and then took up a position at the front of the workout room.
Beverly was a tall five feet eight inches and had her usual stiff lacquered blonde hair on top of her head like a helmet. She wore a black and white chequered bandana around the center.
Her pink t shirt was stretched to the limit to keep her big 34C boobs in check and she squeezed her voluptuous hourglass figure into a black leotard with a yellow thin belt at her twenty six inch waist.
Thick black tights hugged her long lithe legs like a second skin.
Despite being the mother of three children she had kept fit with yoga and other various forms of exercise.
Susan had chosen to wear just a loose plain grey t shirt and a pair of blue shorts with knee high white socks.
Also quite a tall and slender lady she had brown eyes that always seemed to peer out from her face half lidded. Her very long wavy dyed blonde locks she kept in a ponytail down her back.
"Alright Susan, just follow my lead. First we breath in deeply, in and then out."
The music teacher watched the other woman as her big natural breasts rose up and down and started to do the same.
Her belly sucked in as they faced each other and Susan found herself checking out the figure of the blonde and made comparisons to her own.
Beverly caught her looking and smiled back at her.
Susan just stood and stared at Bev who stretched her right hand back and grasped her right ankle as she bent forward.
She tried some moves herself and spread her legs out and stretched out her arms.
Then she bent at the waist and held the pose.
"Not bad Susan, here like this."
Bev came over and ran her finger down the spine of the teacher and a shiver was sent through her body.
As Bev stood behind her Susan extended her arms and bent forward again.
She gasped as she felt fingers slowly stray up her front and trace the outsides of her boobs.
"Relax and breath in deeply."
Susan closed her eyes and bit her lower lip when Bev slid her hands down to her waist and felt the woman push her body into hers.
Hot breath was on her neck as Beverly Goldberg whispered in her ear.
"You loosened up yet?"
Just then Jonathan 'Andre' Glascott walked into the room, bare chested and in tight yoga pants.
Another teacher at the high school he also gave guitar lessons and was a guidance counselor on the side.
"Oh hi Andre, you're a bit late, we started already."
Susan looked surprised and slightly embarrassed. How long had he been there?
"I didn't know Mr. Glascott was coming, did you?"
"Oh yes, Andre and I hook up every monday, since the last semester, right?"
Beverly winked at the black man whose dark brown torso and ripped biceps flexed as he proudly showed off his athletic body.
Susan had no idea he had been working out with intense dedication the last year and was mesmerised by the sight of the six footer.
Andre looked back at her and he turned to her side on so she could get a look at his muscled ass and narrow hips.
But try as she might Susan could not tear her eyes from his length of eight inch pipe that ran down the left thigh under his pants.
He had been responsible for opening the eyes of Beverly sexually after a humdrum and sexless marriage with her couch potato husband Murray Goldberg.
The three of them carried on with various exercises and posturing before finally they sat in a circle in the Lotus position.
It had been a warm day and they had worked up a sweat.
Beverly hooked her thumbs in her leotard straps and puffed air up her face.
"That was a good thirty minutes, lets go shower Susan."
She took the hand of the teacher and whisked her off to the showers.
Once there Bev wasted no time in getting naked and dropped her outfit to the floor of the shower stall.
