Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Look, I can handle the torture of not getting laid, or cumming in front of as many people as necessary, but flexibility has never been my thing. Running around the playground hasn't even messed up my hair, I do a few kilometers at the gym every day, and I can lift 20 kilos with each arm, but touching my feet with my hands? Nope. Nah. Impossible.
We're inside, in the tatami-matted gym that covers the ground floor of the school. The windows have bars, giving the feeling that we're inside a prison, and it's packed with everything a children's gym would require: ropes, wall bars, a horse, bars... Now that I think about it, I can think of a ton of sexual functions for all of them. It's only been half a day and I'm already sick. I run my hand through my hair, worried about my future when this surreal experience is over.
"Come on, lazybones!" Stretch those hamstrings! Tuck your tailbone in, squeeze your glutes!"
Damn, I'm not understanding half of what she's saying. And I thought Pilates was for old ladies. I'll never mess with my mom again, I swear.
I'm looking up, moving my hips toward the ceiling while tensing my abs. We've been doing leg stretches before, but not a single push-up, you know. For something I'm good at.
The trainer doesn't give any breaks. She makes us do circus exercises, standing on one leg and then the other. My balance is terrible, but the guy who should be retired is having a hell of a time. I see his leg shaking while he holds his arms and stomach in place. I could have had Vera next to me. Seeing this guy's asshole is not my dream.
"Now pair up!"
I drop my butt to the floor, agitated. Tomorrow I'm going to have tremendous muscle aches. I sigh and wipe the sweat from my forehead, while I look hopefully for Vera. But nothing, she's already holding the hand of a chubby, bespectacled girl. I think her name was Ania or something.
I've taken too long; everyone's already paired up, even the old coon has a partner.
"You're staying with me," the coach says, looking at me.
"But... weren't we paired up?"
"Ms. Francisca is exempt from this class for medical reasons. Now, everyone, extend your feet in front of each other and hold hands with your partner. Gently, I don't want any injuries in my class."
I sit down on the floor again, very conscious of the smell of my sweat. The teacher, on the other hand, is impeccable, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little advised by the size of those biceps. She sits down, and our heels touch. She's taller and quickly reaches me. I, on the other hand, have to struggle to reach the middle of my feet. We hold hands, and I can feel the small calluses of her corns. How many hours a day does this vigorexic dedicate to exercising?
"You're not going to achieve anything like this," she tells me, and pulls me insistently.
Every muscle and tendon in my body groans at the unstoppable force treating them out of their long hibernation. I let out an unseemly moan, and she squeezes my hands tighter, pulling a couple more inches off me. Fuck, my nose is right up against her pussy. The perfect leggings are so tight I can see her camel toe, and even smell her from this distance. The pain fades into the background as I imagine her wearing a sports thong tucked into the crack of her perfect ass.
"One of you stays on the floor in the same position and the other pushes down on her back. Like this," she says, unfazed by my cold sweats.
She stands up and pushes my back to the floor. I'm sure she's going to break me. The tendons in my legs are at their limit. Just as I'm about to say something, she lets go and I can lie back down.
"Now, switch," says the trainer, and sits back down. She gets into the same position I was in and waits for me.
I hurry, but damn, my legs hurt. Partly out of revenge and partly out of rage, I put all my weight on the woman's back and press down. Nothing, I can't get a sound out of her. She's spread-eagle, her hips pressed against her, and the harder I push, the closer she gets to the floor, until her hard breasts are almost touching the ground. It's with my hands on her back that I realize she's not wearing a sports bra like I expected, and that fact unsettles me. From where I stand, the neck of her loose-fitting T-shirt falls down, leaving just enough room to see dark, pointy nipples like small green pears. And even lower down, her abs, which, oh my goodness, are better than mine. I wonder what it's like to have her on top of me, legs spread wide, those abs working and sweating under my thrusts.
"Are you with me, sir?"
I flinch. I wake up from my reverie, and I immediately let go. She gets up and walks around, correcting everyone. The truth is, we're all pathetic.
"We'll see each other four days a week, for two hours a day, which is what all the sexologists recommend. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't do stretching exercises every day. In fact, I highly recommend it. There's a Kama Sutra study club on Friday afternoons, which I'm the organizer of; you can sign up at the secretary's office if you're interested."
She continued, as she changed us into the cat position, and then the ninja position.
"The first hour we'll do cardio exercises, running, dancing, swimming, cycling, and rope. Then we'll combine them with burpees and squats. All of this will improve your cardiovascular health and help you stay in shape, as well as increase your endurance. Believe me, having a heart attack while cumming is pathetic."
We moved on to deep squats, where I held my own, though by the time we finished I was dripping with sweat and the place stank. According to the clock above the trainer's office, it hadn't even been an hour yet.
"For the next hour, we'll be doing strength and muscle-building exercises. I have weights for everyone, don't worry. If you want to compensate for the difficulty of having a normal-sized penis, you'll need to do it with good grip positions, and that requires great strength. Ladies, the same goes for you; many of the sexual positions require high resistance and tight glutes. Some have pussies so flaccid that a melon could fit in them. We'll do eight reps per exercise. Come on, come on, we don't have all day!"
I'm in deep shit, I want to go home. I'm starving, sleepy, thirsty, and tired. And yet, my gaze is unable to move from the trainer's ass, which, I'm sure, has more muscles than my entire body. She performs each exercise herself before passing the duck to us, which gives me a rough idea of how beastly she can be. I've just discovered that I'm also dying to know what kind of man can satisfy such a woman. I correct myself, I'm sure this woman is capable of satisfying herself, squeezing anyone, man or woman. I, for one, wouldn't see myself capable, no matter how much my cock throbs, the only area of my body that doesn't hurt yet.