Allison's Education, Part 9 - Gym

Allison's Education, Part 9 - Gym

Story by All These Roadworks (2025).

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Gym class was a difficult time for Allison.

It started with her gym uniform. Allison’s parents had bought her the exact outfit recommended by the school, but when Allison tried it on she realised it was unsuitable in almost every way.

For a start it was too small. The gym shorts, which were supposed to hang loosely on her, were crushingly tight. They showed some of her ass-crack in the back – and the groin simply didn’t cover her entire pussy mound, no matter how she arranged it. No amount of wiggling and arranging it would stop it from vanishing up between her pussy lips the second she moved, leaving her labia – and their rings piercings – sluttily exposed.

She could at least hide her cowbell clit chain by pushing the cowbell up into her fuckhole, she discovered.

And the halter top simply wasn’t designed for a girl with tits as big as Allison’s. It stretched lewdly across her titflesh, hugging every curve, and it was pulled so thin across her nipples that not only could you see the full shape of her nipple, but the colour of her areola was visible through holes in the material. And, needless to say, it provided absolutely no support to her oversized fuckbags.

In the girls’ changerooms, Allison was humiliated and unwilling to expose herself in this uniform to the rest of the gym class. But her friend Kiki told her it was fine.

“And anyway,” said Kiki, “you know what this school is like. Calling attention to the fact you’re embarrassed of your tits will only make it worse.”

So Allison blushingly emerged onto the indoor basketball court where gym would be held.

The court had actually been closed for refurbishment for the first few weeks of the term, and gym had accordingly been deferred. But now Allison would be expected to attend gym classes regularly.

The eyes of every boy in the class were fixed on Allison’s barely-concealed fuckbags – except for those who had spotted that her labia were showing, who were looking at her cunt instead.

To Allison’s distress, she felt the humiliation beginning to make her cunt throb. The last thing she needed was a visible wet patch at her groin as well…

Mr Burton, the gym coach, took a long look at Allison’s outfit when he saw her. And then, very deliberately, he took out his phone, and took a picture of her.

But he made no comment.

“All right, everyone,” he said. “We’re starting off with some basic exercise – and that means push-ups. Everyone get down on the ground and give me thirty.”

But when Allison began to attempt the push-ups, Mr Burton was clearly dissatisfied with her performance.

“Allison,” he said. “I don’t accept half-measures in my class. You need to actually get flat on the ground between push-ups.”

Allison blushed bright red. “I can’t, sir,” she said, feeling tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“Why not?” asked Coach Burton.

There was only one answer she could give. “Because my fuckbags are too big, sir,” she whispered.

And yet, despite the whisper, it seemed the whole class heard her. There was laughter.

“Well, I expect you to try harder than that,” said the Coach. “Perhaps your uniform is getting in the way. Take off the halter top, and try again. And when you go down, really put your full weight on those giant udders. Crush them as flat as they’ll go.”

Allison didn’t want to bare her tits – but the Coach was looking at her without mercy. Dying with humiliation, Allison lifted her top up and over her head, exposing her huge, sweaty slutmelons.

The coach took a strip of tape and affixed it to the ground. The side of the tape that pointed upwards was lined with sharp little points, not unlike Allison’s thumbtack bra.

“Press your tits into that,” he told her. “When you feel like screaming, you’re far enough down.”

Allison unwillingly began to do further push-ups, her large naked tits hanging beneath her. She would lower them down on the spike strip, and then allow her full weight to push them down into the spikes, until her eyes watered.

The pain in her tits was making her cunt even wetter. She had trained herself too well to associate breast **** with arousal.

The Coach was apparently still not satisfied with Allison’s efforts. He put his foot on her naked shoulders, and pushed down, mashing her fuckbags into the spikes.

Allison squealed.

“Just like that,” said the Coach. “Ten more.”

The rest of the class had finished their own pushups and were gathering around to watch topless Allison **** her tits.

But even when Allison had completed her set of push-ups, the Coach was still not happy.

“You know what you are?” he told her. “You’re a useless big-uddered cunt.”

“Yes, sir,” said Allison unhappily, looking down.

“Leave the top off,” said the coach. “You have a special exercise routine for the rest of the lesson.”

He took the tape off the ground, and attached it to her torso, just under the base of her breasts, in the space that her large tits naturally hung against her chest.

Then he showed her the exercise routine.

Jump rope. Then star jumps. Then jogging on the spot.

Every activity made Allison’s boobs bounce and jiggle. They would fly into the air on each jump – and then slam back down against the spike strip on her chest.

She was crying from the pain in her tits before she was even down with the jump rope.

The rest of the class did different exercises – but the Coach arranged them so that everyone was able to see Allison at all times, and stare at her bouncing naked fuckbags.

And the more Allison abused her tits, the wetter her cunt got. She soon soaked through the crotch of her gym shorts, and then her arousal began to trickle down her thighs, or shake loose in little droplets of cunt-nectar when she jumped. The boys in the class noticed, and began to laugh.

One of the most attentive boys to Allison’s suffering was Sean, the boyfriend of Allison’s friend Kiki. And his erection was obvious in his gym shorts.

Kiki noticed, and frowned.

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When the class was finally over, Allison staggered back to the changerooms in tears. Her tits hurt so much – and her cunt was so wet. She just wanted to masturbate.

But Kiki found her, and stopped her. “It’s okay, honey,” she said. “I’ll help you out.”

She helped pull down Allison’s soaked gym shorts, until Allison was nude. Then she pressed Allison up against a secluded corner of the changeroom – and kissed her.

“What…” said Allison.

“Sssh,” said Kiki, and kissed her again. Her hand went between Allison’s legs, and began fingerfucking her pussy.

Allison didn’t understand, but it felt so good, she submitted to her friend’s touch. She moaned as Kiki finger-**** her twat. But she needed something extra to cum…

“Hurt my tits,” she whispered. “Please. Hurt my fuckbags.”

And so Kiki used her free hand to grab Allison’s oversized fuckmelon and squeeze it, as hard as she could.

And just like that, Allison was cumming, in her friend’s arms.

“Thank you,” she whispered, as her body shook.

“My pleasure,” said Kiki. She smiled – and then she reached down, pulled Allison’s cowbell clit chain out of her fuckhole, and pulled on it, as hard as she could.

Allison screamed.

“And THAT was for cockteasing my boyfriend,” hissed Kiki. “Stay away from him, you cow-uddered whore.”

And with that, Kiki left Allison there, shaking and crying in the changeroom.

(TO BE CONTINUED)