Ordeals In Suburbia

Maybe the Yoga Instructor, Yosef, really didn't know that his cock had worked its way out of the support pouch of his exercise shorts. Or maybe the elastic leg band had snapped. Or maybe, just maybe, he was deliberately shoving and rubbing it against the female yoga students in his class as he guided them into the proper positions. All that Julie knew was that she had had enough of an unwelcomed dick in her face.

"That does it!" she finally snapped and stood up from her all-fours position and attacked the Instructor, calling on her fellow students who had also been violated to help.

Quickly the other women joined in and soon they had stripped Yosef naked and thrown him down flat on his back. The one lone male student in their class, a tall, lanky man named Christopher, saw with alarm what was happening. He tried to sneak out of the large exercise room, not wanting to get swept up in what he suspected was going to be a **** ejaculation ****.

But, alas, as he feared, one woman stepped in front of him, blocking his exit and ripping off his tank-top. Like sharks in a feeding frenzy, the others swarmed in, and soon Christopher was lying down on another mat near Yosef. The women paired off and dropped down on their knees, intent on making the two males spurt. Spurt repeatedly.

"Alright you disgusting pervert," Julie snarled as she grabbed Yosef's cock, "You wanted to show me your penis, let's see your penis!"

Francis, who was on the other side of their instructor, cupped the man's hairy balls, fondling and playing with them. Together they soon had him hard and Julie began to pump. And pump hard. She wanted to teach the teacher a lesson.

"P-please, Miss Julie," Yosef squirmed around on the mat as Julie furiously stroked his hard cock. "T-there's been. . . some kind of m-mistake."

"You can say that again," she snarled as she continued to work on his cock. With a loud groan, Yosef arched his back, lifting his hips up in the air as his cum started shooting from his dick. The two women laughed at his lack of control and how easily they had made him give up his load.

"My turn," Francis said when Julie released the spent cock. She did not give the dick a chance to soften, but immediately began tugging on it as her friend had. The sperm from Yosef's orgasm that coated the shaft served as a lubricant, and Francis fist slid slickly up and down the man's erection.

Up-and-down. Up-and-down. Up-and-down. Until...

"Arrrrrgh!" Yosef cried out, his head jerking from side-to-side as his man-meat again erupted. Belching out hot, thick, gooey wads of nut-cream.

Francis let go of his cock, holding her hand up to study the white gunk clinging to her fingers. She slowly rotated her wrist, fascinated by how the overhead lights reflected off it. While she did that, Yosef lay there with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.

But almost immediately he re-opened his eyes when he felt Julie's hand return.