The Futa Yoga Gangbang
Heather Simmons
"Okay, ladies," I said as my women came in for their yoga class. "So good to see you all. Janet! Corey! Abigail, how's the back!"
"So much better," Abigail said, a bright smile on her lips.
"Rosa," I continued. "Zelda. Ooh, that's cute."
"Thanks," Zelda said, her rainbow scrunchy holding back her hair had these fun tassels that fell down with her blonde tresses. "Dollar store."
"Good bargain," I said as the class was rolling out their yoga mats.
They were all in yoga pants and tank tops, the straps of their sports bras peeking out in most cases. I was in my own yoga pants and tank top. I stretched, arching my back and jiggling things. That felt good. Then I wiggled back and forth a few times, humming happily to myself.
This would be a great class.
When they were all ready I faced them and pressed my hands together. I bowed to them and said, "Namaste, ladies."
"Namaste, Heather," they all said, bowing back.
I clapped my hands together, smiling at them. "Okay, okay, we're going to do our stretches. Let's all get loose. Shake it out!"
I shook my hands and my body, relaxing every bit of me. I was so ready to have a great class. I would teach them all I knew. It would be a great day. I stretched my back and rolled my shoulders. I was so ready for this to be a kickass session.
* * *
T. Ropex
"Teleporting you to the next vacation session,"
the AI said. The program was letting me have all the phone of watching the many live recordings on human fornication in person. It was so much more exciting even if the reality needed to be tweaked.
Maybe I was just watching the extraordinary examples of humans. That made sense. The average just weren't worthy enough to have their sexual exploits broadcast. Good thing the AI could make them into perfect specimens and allow them to cross these strange hangups they had.
No incest?
They were just humans.
Fidelity?
Such a strange race. Their betters who made the live recordings understood how things worked.
I appeared in the corner of a yoga studio. I smiled in delight at the sight. There were five women of various ethnicities all bending over before me. Their yoga pants molded to their butts, but... Not as much as they should. I could see panty lines and no cameltoes. Their tops were tight but not to show off any skin. None were transparent or even mesh.
They even had on bras.
They were doing such ordinary stretches. None of them were touching each other. "Helping" each other while copping feels. This place should be reeking of feminine juices as a yani yoga session happened. That was what they were called when it was all women.
Yani.
It was so strange way to say lesbian or dyke.
No lesbians here. Maybe it would be a dickgirl scenario. A futanari hiding her big dick in her yoga pants. I glanced at the teacher. She did not have any bulge hiding in her yoga pants. She was fit and perky with blonde hair and rather modest breasts.
Definitely not the epitome of womanhood with huge knockers.
"Okay, let's do some downward dog," she said and they bent over again.
None of them were checking each other out. They weren't biting their lower lips or licking them. They weren't lusting for each other. It was just so prosaic. Where was the fun in this? They should be getting into some of the action by now.
There wasn't even any suggestive dialogue.
"Okay, ladies, warrior pose," said the teacher.
I just had to be patient. They would get aroused by each other doing these poses. They were all wearing tight clothes. That had to be useful to awaken their inner yani slut. To make them want to feast on pussy, but...
None were growing flushed, either, and their tank tops weren't low-cut. They weren't really showing off much flesh.
"And chair," the instructor said, switching poses.
They contorted themselves in an impressive way, but none of them were staring at the instructor with lust. She wasn't turning them on or getting turned on. None of their crotches were getting soaked with their juices.
I sighed.
"And goose," the instructor said, her voice wasn't throaty. It was soothing. The opposite of what it should be. Where was the sultry purr? Where were the compliments to her student's body? "That's a good pose, Corey."
"Thanks," the ebony-skin girl with the almost no tits said. No tits!
"I am adjusting the scenario to be more in line with your desires!"
AI said.
I smiled as suddenly, the women were in legwarmers and thongs that vanished between their butt-cracks. The thin cloths, all bright hues of pinks and greens and purples, cupped their pussies, barely hiding their cunts. They wore pasties on their breasts. They were all big now, some fake, some natural. Even the Black girl was stacked. Their cheeks were flushed. Sweat gleamed on their brows.
As they moved, their thongs clinging to their vulvas, they glanced at each other. Tongues flicked over lips that were plumper. Smoky eyes drank in the sight as they worked through their possess. When they bent over, the girls up front shook their asses at the girls behind them.
"Mmm, very good ladies," purred the teacher. "Yes, yes, you're all looking so
fit.
Mmm, so... toned and perfect. I love that lustrous skin, Abigail."
The black-haired slut who had huge tits, her nipples hard against the pasties, grinned. "So are you. Mmm, just stretching those legs, Heather. Look at that."
She stared right at the teacher's pussy as she was in a pose that had her legs splayed wide and thrusting out at the class. Abigail looked like she was about to crawl forward and start licking at that pussy.
A lesbian orgy was nice. I liked it when there were men around, but none were in sight. Maybe if there were futas... That would be hot.
"Adjusting the scenario."
* * *
Heather Simmons
I thrust my pelvis out at my students, hoping they were all staring at my dripping cunt. I must be soaking my thong. It was so arousing teaching a class full of hotties. I wanted this lesson to descend into a yani orgy.
A man watched in the corner. No men were allowed in here, but he was so boring he hardly even counted.
"Kay," I purred. "Let's start with a scissor pose. It's..."
Their thongs all pushed aside as my five students grew dicks. Their clits grew into massive futa-cock. I shuddered at the sight of them. My pussy clenched as their rods grew bigger and thicker. Their boobs jiggled as they moaned, their massive shafts twitching.
"Oh, my," I moaned as I fell onto my knees, my eyes so wide with shock. "You're all futas!"
"Horny futas," Janet said. The redhead stepped forward, her pierced cock thrusting out before her. The gold ring went through the glans."
"You're just so hot, you turned us on," purred Corey. Her ebony rod thrust out before her as she joined Janet. "You have to help us out."
"Yes, yes," Janet purred as her futa-cock twitched. The gold ring through the pink tip gleamed. "You just have to reach us to futa-yoga, Heather."
"I do," I moaned and clawed forward, my heavy tits swaying before me. They were massive, the pasties clinging to my nipples. The man in the corner looked surprised for a moment before smiling and nodding.
I ignored him and grabbed the two cocks, one ivory and one ebony.
I stroked up and down them, my mouth watering. They grinned and ripped off their pasties, freeing their pink and dark-brown nipples. Then Corey and Janet kissed. Their tongues danced as they kissed. I rubbed the tips of their futa-dicks together.
They both moaned in delight.
I licked across both of them, sliding from pink to ebony. I loved the flavor of their salty precum. The others were watching as I rubbed those tips together. I had to swallow them both. I had to suckle on them both. They were both so sexy. I wanted to just enjoy them right now.
I drew in a deep breath and engulfed Janet's.
"Oh, yes," the redhead moaned as I suckled on her pierced girl-cock. "That's so good!"
I winked at her and stroked my tongue over her crown. I loved how she jumped as I did that. It was so much fun to caress her as I flicked at her cock ring. I batted it up and down as I suckled on the crown of her pierced dick.
Then I popped my mouth off her rod and swallowed Corey's ebony rod.