Cardio training, Sexworld style

The first exercise was cardio. Walking towards an aerobics room, Alex wasn’t entirely sure why Cassie was so enamored with the class, they had cardio exercises back in Alex’s last high school. The men and women seemingly had different equipment, which Alex found interesting. And one of Ms. Bichir’s comments was very interesting to her. “Extra credit if you use two.” Two what? Two machines? That didn’t seem so hard.

When she got to the cardio room, however, she understood, and found herself grinning. On the women’s side, each of the exercise bikes’ seats were equipped with an adjustable dildo. Some had a spiral ridge to them, which looked positively delicious to Alex. The men were on ellipticals and not bikes, each containing a Fleshlight-like device where their penises would obviously go. And then she understood what was meant by “two,” she saw some of the students, both male and female, going over to a rack containing a series of smaller dildos for their asses.

Alex thought about it for a second. She didn’t have much experience with anal, only her fingers on very rare occasions. None of the guys she slept with back home were nearly good enough at sex to get Alex to consider letting them take her ass. But moving to the sexworld was a new start for her, and between sex with Jared earlier and watching Ms. Bichir get speared and clearly enjoying it, she knew in her heart that she’d never have to worry about bad sex again. And she’d started a month into the semester, a late entry. She wanted to fit in so, so badly. Fuck it, she’d do a dildo DP for this first exercise.

She took one of the small anal dildos and inserted it in her vagina. One of the other girls, a pale girl with black hair and nipple rings capping small but perky tits, looked at her funny. “Wrong hole, new girl,” she said.

“Oh, yeah, I know,” Alex replied. “I’m just getting it wet first.”

“Whatever,” the other girl added with a roll of her eyes.

Alex wasn’t lying, she was dripping wet, especially after watching Ms. Bichir’s exhibition. She kept thinking about the beautiful Latina. She then started to wonder if she was falling more towards the Lesbian side of the Kinsey scale. She definitely enjoyed sex with men, but it was the women she’d met which she really responded to sexually and emotionally.

She put it out of her mind. Men, women, who cares? Good sex is good sex. And maybe she’d meet a guy who’d send her heart a-flutter like Cassie and Ms. Bichir did. It was only a little after eight in the morning, there was a lot of the day to go.

Alex reached her bike of choice, one of the ones with a spiral dildo. She saw a depression in the seat where the small, anal tool was supposed to sit. She pulled the small dildo out of her pussy, then she used her mouth to get her index finger nice and wet, and finally she started to work it into her ass. She shuddered as her little rosebud opened up for her finger. Then Alex stepped up on to the bike, and started lowering herself on to the big dildo. She moaned, loving the feeling of each little ridge entering her.

“Hey, don’t worry about Melanie,” the girl on the bike next to her said. “She’s kind of a bitch.”

“Where I’m from,” Alex breathed, “we’d say she needs to get laid.” She stopped halfway down the dildo so she had room to start working the smaller one into her asshole. “Guess that’s not a problem here!”

“Who knows!” the other girl said. “Maybe if we can convince one of the boys to gag her with their dick, we can get her to stop talking so much.” She might have been Indian or Pakistani, though her accent was a light Georgia Dixie. Her mocha skin was smooth and flawless, and she sported naval and eyebrow piercings. She was having a much easier time with her own anal dildo, clearly very practiced at it.

Alex worked the smaller dildo just barely into her ass, letting out a high pitch whine as she did so. She wasn’t used to these sorts of sensations. But if the anal dildo felt as good as she thought it might, she was determined to have a dick in her ass by the day’s end.

Maneuvering the back end of the anal dildo into the depression in the seat, she slowly started putting her weight on the two rods again. It was an incredible sensation, these two phalluses entering her. She desperately clawed at her heavy breast as she got closer to bottoming out.

“I’m Drishti,” the Indian girl said, now sitting on her bike. “My friends call me Trish.” Trish extended her hand to Alex.

“Alex,” she choked out. Her whole body was out of control with pleasure. She took Trish’s hand, gripping it maybe too tightly as a small orgasm shuddered its way through her body.

“Wow, you love being filled!” Trish said.

“Too bad these aren’t real dicks,” Alex replied.

“That’s the best,” Trish added, a dreamy quality to her voice. “There’s only me and one other girl on the roller hockey team this year, so after a game, we get a lot of attention.” The Indian girl laughed.

Alex moaned again. This world was too hot. Casual gangbangs? Where can she sign up!?

She finally settled in her seat, and just in time too as Ms. Bichir walked in, followed by the guy she was having sex with earlier. “All right! Anyone need help?”

There were a few “no”s, but otherwise silence.

“Twenty minutes!” She then put a whistle in her mouth and blew.

Alex started peddling, and immediately her shifting weight caused her pelvis to move up and down on the tools. The feeling of the insertions were incredible. As she pedaled, thankful for the padded footrests so unlike the corrugated metal of the biked she’d used back home, each rotation sent a new pulse of pleasure.

Ms. Bichir walked around the cardio room. Moans of happy men and women were coming from all over the gym. Bichir checked on one of her male students on the elliptical machine, touching him lightly on his chest, his arm. She knelt down, removed the device around his penis, and put his cock in her mouth. She gave him a good four strokes with her mouth before standing up and putting the device back on his dick.

She then moved on to Melanie, the goth-looking girl who gave Alex a hard time earlier. Melanie, like half of the girls in the class, had elected to use the extra dildo in her ass. Bichir gave Melanie the same flirty treatment as the man on the elliptical, a graze of the breast, a touch of the arm. Since Melanie didn’t have a dick to suck, Ms. Bichir took a pierced nipple into her mouth for a bit of a suck, before releasing it with a pop and moving on to her next student.

Alex stopped for a moment and squeezed out another orgasm, moaning and panting as pleasure took her. These weren’t earth-shattering like the earlier encounters with Cassie and Jared, but the climaxes she’d had since the beginning of the exercise were satisfying in their own way. She started peddling again, the feeling of the spiral dildo assaulting her sensitive quim.

Ms. Bichir kept going across the room, back and forth between the men and women. Most of the time she would just check on them, make sure they were doing okay, give their cocks or tits a brief suck, and then move on. In a couple of cases she’d work on peoples’ techniques, Alex was enamored with the flirty teacher’s behavior, watching her intently as the dildos she was cycling on assaulted her pussy and ass. This whole thing was erotic beyond her wildest dreams.

By the time she got to Alex, Alex had worked herself into a sexual frenzy, having orgasmed on the bike several times. It was a minor miracle she was still peddling. Ms. Bichir gave her a look over, lust in her eyes.

“Going for broke Alexandria?” Ms. Bichir teased. “You must really want extra credit.”

“Alex,” she choked out. “Just Alex.”

“Okay Just-Alex,” Ms. Bichir laughed. “Why did you start with two?”

“Feels niiiiiiiiice.”

Trish laughed a bit. “She’s completely cumdrunk!” the Indian girl exclaimed.

Bichir put her hand on Alex’s chest, between her breasts. “Breathe,” she said. “Just breathe, Just-Alex. Big, deep breaths. Get your airflow under control.”

Alex tried to follow instructions, even though her pussy was spasming uncontrollably. She breathed in, letting oxygen into her lungs, but was unable to restrain another deep moan.

“Listen to my voice,” Ms. Bichir continued. “You can’t let your pussy control you. As good as this feels, you have to keep as sharp as you can even while you cum. If you’re on your own time, you can fuck and orgasm and cum until you pass out. But your own time is a rare and special thing, in most cases you’ll have to deal with other people, who will inconvenience you, no matter how good the sex is. Listen to my voice. Breathe. In. Out. One. Two. Come on.”

Alex followed the sound of Ms. Bichir’s voice, breathing as commanded, still relishing every pulse and twitch of her well-fucked holes. Her breathing was becoming more regular, less pained. Another orgasm began to rip through her, but Ms. Bichir kept her hand on Alex’s chest, forcing her to keep her breathing as she moaned with every exhale. Unlike the other times, she kept peddling.

“Good!” Ms. Bichir said. “You can enjoy your orgasm without stopping your day. See?”

“Sure,” Alex squeaked.

“You’ll get there.” Ms. Bichir leaned down and took Alex’s right breast into her mouth, her tongue playing over Alex’s nipple. It felt amazing. She was clearly an expert at this.

As Ms. Bichir stood up to move on to the next student, Alex called out after her. “Hey, Ms. Bichir?”

“Yes?” she replied, looking back at Alex.

“Are you going to suck every guy’s dick? I mean, every guy in the class?”

“Mmm hmm,” she responded like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Alex said. “Too hot.”

A smirk playing across her face, Ms. Bichir walked back over to Alex and looked her square in the eyes. “I let the whole class fuck me once a month or so. No holds barred. Every day but one you belong to me. But that one day, I give my body to all of you. What do you think about that?”

Alex had never really thought she was multi-orgasmic, but the images running through Alex’s mind were enough to start her body towards another climax, so soon after the last one subsided. She started moaning again.

Ms. Bichir got right next to Alex’s bike, and put her hands on her ass and her breast. Ms. Bichir lightly took Alex’s nipple between her long, slender fingers.

“I teach three classes a day. And I have two extracurricular sports teams I coach. That’s over a hundred students.” She leaned in super close and whispered in Alex’s ear. “In three weeks’ time, I’ll have had sex with each and every student in all of those classes. They’ll all fuck my pussy, my ass, my mouth, my tits, I’ll have sucked off every dick, eaten out every pussy…”

Alex really lost it as Ms. Bichir teased her. She loved the idea of her pretty Latina gym teacher fucking everyone with reckless abandon. Alex’s orgasm was huge, rocking her to her core.

Ms. Bichir once again put her hand between Alex’s breasts, supporting her ribcage. “Breathe,” she said.

Alex followed her instructions, and tried to remain calm through the killer orgasm. It was hard, and she moaned and all but screamed through it, spasming and shaking. But she accepted Ms. Bichir’s challenge, and rode her dildo-bike through it, keeping her eyes forward. It was one of the hardest things she ever did.

“That’s it,” Ms. Bichir said as Alex’s orgasm subsided. “Good work, Just-Alex. There’s hope for you yet.” This time it was Ms. Bichir’s turn to steal a kiss from Alex, in which Alex hummed in delight as their lips once again came in contact. “Keep it up, only five minutes left before we move on to the next exercise.”

Those five minutes went on forever. Ms. Bichir kept making her way around the room, attending to every student. One of the men clearly couldn’t take it when Ms. Bichir got to him, obviously cumming in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, before standing up and giving him a bit of a glare. Alex liked that she wasn’t the only one lacking in self-control.

As much fun as she was having with the dildos stuffing her holes, she was nearly relieved when Ms. Bichir blew the cooldown whistle. Everyone slowed their pace, and Alex’s eyelids fluttered.

“You really liked that, huh?” Alex barely recognized Trish’s voice, she was still in an orgasmic haze. Her fluids were gushing all over the spiral dildo and the seat.

“Fuck yeah,” Alex replied.

“Class has just begun,” Trish cautioned. “We haven’t even started fucking yet!”

Alex pulled herself off the dildo-bike, the emptiness hitting her like a ton of bricks. Cassie was absolutely right. This class was going to be amazing.