Private Yoga Lessons: Hot Sex With Your Teacher (An Erotic Story)

I was having some trouble relaxing. I haven't seen you in a long time. You still lead a great practice. God she was pretty. What do you mean? Just I just want to take it to new level. I don't want to impose That's my last class of the day. Just give me a sec. I have to lock up. He laid out his mat the floor. When she returned, he smiled at her. Now just reach forward and then bend.

She walked around him. Try to flatten your back a bit more.

She slid it across his lats and down to the small of his back. She put her hand on his hip and pressed forward. She put her hands on his butt cheek and gently pushed it. Let me show you. Then she raised back up and turned to him. One arm encircled his chest while the other gently pulled his shoulder back. She pressed against his butt with her pelvis. He felt her hands run along his thighs. Her hands then slid along his shoulders, biceps and forearms.

It's a very powerful pose. That helps a lot. He decided to ask another question. The key is to flatten the back. Her hips were raised and her knees were spread wide. Now it was his turn to walk around her. Now, where do you feel the stretch? And the hips too. It's a good side stretch too. It stretches the whole body. Nor did she move away. And that spoke volumes. He continued his questions. Her butt was still raised in the air, her face resting on her arms.

And do they enjoy this? That can increase the stretch and the overall sensation. She arched her back and her pussy reached out to him. And I know some couples enjoy it if she extends the pose. He leaned back, pressing his hips forward. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her pussy. And she can move back and forth, and rotate her hips, like this. It's a very intimate form of yoga. His cock was throbbing.

He pulled her hips toward him so his cock pressed hard against her pussy. Yes, that works great. Especially when she can feel how hard he is. He could tell by her breathing that she was getting increasingly turned on. Can you do yoga naked? There's a whole school of naked yoga. Is that something you teach?

Her hair disheveled, her eyes on fire. He was surprised and excited by her directness. She stood and went to the stereo. A moment later, an Indian tabla was heard, its steady beat hypnotic and sensual. He pulled off his shirts and shorts in an instant. She walked back to him, slowly, her body moving to the music, and pulled down the straps of her outfit. As it peeled off, he saw just how gorgeous her body was.

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Her breasts were not large but they were perfectly shaped. Pert, with upturned nipples. She took in his body. He was athletic with broad shoulders, nice abs and a handsome cock that was standing outward. Start with Warrior Two! She stood directly behind him. Her thighs barely touching the backs of his legs. He could feel her breath on his neck.

Her breasts just barely brushing his back. She was undulating her body to the music. He could feel her tummy against his ass, her nipples against his back. Her fingertips were moving like a whirlwind, barely touching his arms and chest and legs. She was reaching around to the insides of his thighs. Her fingers, as if playing a harp, brushed over his cock, stroking the head, the shaft, the balls. It took all of his power just not to move. She moved to his front. She stood right in front of him and assumed the identical position, a standing spread eagle.

She looked him right in the eyes and started to slowly move to the music. Her thighs brushing his, her nipples brushing his chest, her breath on his collarbone. His cock was stiff she pressed it between their bodies. As she moved to and fro, she was rolling his cock between their stomachs.

She moved away from him, her fingers gently caressing the tip of his cock. Kneeling down, she assumed the same modified child pose as before, with her ass high in the air facing him. She looked back at him with a predatory look. She slowly raised her hips until her legs were fully extended, spread wide. Her pussy was pink and swollen. He realized he was still standing spread eagle and suddenly dropped his arms and fell to his knees. He took her butt cheeks in his hands and buried his face into her bum. His tongue found her wet folds and he went to work. Before long, she was letting out soft moans of pleasure.

With a slow, impossibly sexy motion, she lifted her hips to downward dog, her legs spread, her butt in the air, and her arms extended -- the old inverted "V". Standing behind her, he was staring at her glistening and dripping wet pussy. She spoke to him between her legs. His cock was standing at attention. He moved his cock so it slide up her wet slit. He then pressed the tip against her labial lips and brushed it over her clit. It felt so hot it surprised him. He pushed into her and the tip popped inside her. He slid the shaft slowly into her wet folds and felt the warm wetness envelope him.

He started to pump his cock into her raised pussy. He couldn't believe how good she felt. He realized he wasn't touching her except with his cock.

It made the sensation that much more intense. She had to tell him what to do. He also noticed the tempo of the music was quickening. He felt an urge to fuck her to the beat. He bent his knees and started to pump and thrust his cock so it slid all the way in and out of her. He was standing so he could use the leverage of the floor to pump her hard. He was so relaxed from the yoga session that he could really move his hips and he rotated them and thrust them and circled them until she started to let out little shrieks. Finally, she was getting so excited she had to lower herself down onto the mat, her butt still raised in the air.

His cock never lost contact with her.

Once on the mat, in the same position they started in, his hands found her body. He felt her thigh and her ass, so firm and strong. His hands moved to her breasts and her nipples were big now, and hard. He rubbed them roughly between his fingers and she let out a long moan. Suddenly, she turned and lifted one leg and swept it over his head. She was facing him now, on her back. He placed one hand on my belly, just above the small landing strip I kept above my shaved pussy, and the other on my ass, fingers pointing down.

Yogis also refer to it as the root lock. It's the foundation of a safe practice, especially when you start to get more advanced, like you have been. He smelled like patchouli and sunshine, his blonde hair curling over his chest and stretching down his belly, into his strange tie-around pants he probably got at the co-op downtown.

I felt my heart pounding, and my cunt throbbed again, insistently.

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I nodded, not wanting to speak. He was so close, hands just resting lightly on me, and I stifled a whimper; I was so turned on. It was as if he'd read my mind. I placed my feet on either side of the mat, and Jonah came to stand behind me and slightly to the left, so he could slide his right hand between my legs.

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I thought I heard a soft sound of appreciation escape him when his fingers encountered my smoothly shaved and extremely slippery folds , crowned with my pulsing, aching clit. He slipped one long finger inside my cunt, and this time I couldn't hold back the gasp. His luscious lips parted in a wider smile, and he used his thumb to massage the pucker of my ass, coating it with the juice that was dripping from my pussy. I managed to stop myself from moaning, but I was breathing in sharp, little gasps. Now, how do you normally engage a root lock? Can you show me? Something about the contrast was making this whole experience incredibly erotic, and I knew Jonah could tell exactly how much I was enjoying it.

I took another deep breath, concentrating, and flexed a muscle inside me. Now close your legs. I want you to concentrate on your root lock the whole time -- because I'm going to let you know if the pelvic floor isn't engaged. I wasn't sure how he could be keeping pace with me, but he must have done this before, because he seemed to know just where to be to keep his hand pressed to my cunt; it didn't slip out in the slightest. And it was just plain physically difficult.

Jonah's soft words coaxed and encouraged me, reminded me when my root lock wavered. Downward dog was especially hard, which Jonah said was common. The sun, the exercise and the situation were drawing droplets of glistening sweat to the surface of my skin. My heels were planted on the ground, and I hinged neatly at the hips, forming a perfect triangle with the ground. I felt the familiar sensation of the stretch up the backs of my legs mingle with the unfamiliar but oh-so-pleasurable feeling of Jonah's fingers encouraging me to keep my cunt engaged while I lost myself in the pose.

I knew it couldn't have been that long, but it felt like eternity, and each pose that followed felt the same way. I was in some kind of zone that I'd never reached before, and it was all flowing from the warmth and wetness at the core of my root, throbbing and pulsing and embracing Jonah's fingers.

I was damp with sweat, and I could smell the scent of my juices in the air around me, despite the slight breeze. It was like Jonah's fingers had taken me to another plane of existence; everything felt so wonderful -- the mat under my feet, the sun on my hair and my back, the air softly playing over my skin -- that I wasn't quite sure I could handle more. But if Jonah thought I could go there, I would, I thought.

I gulped the water, and when I was finished, I looked at Jonah expectantly. It's designed to reunite you with the feeling of oneness and connection with the universe. It's designed to remind you that you're pure energy. Sometimes in the Western world, we need a little help getting there. You've gone further in one lesson than I've been able to take a lot of my students in five, but I think I have a tool that can take it up even another notch, if you're willing.

But he took his time this time, sliding his fingers up and down my slit, rubbing my clit, exploring me. I hope you don't mind.

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You have a beautiful cunt, Anna. I complied, concentrating, feeling his thumb slip back inside my ass. He gave me the series he wanted me to do, sun salutation through the warriors, then to chair pose -- a familiar series he used frequently. Remember how you were feeling before we stopped. Lose yourself in it. Listen to my voice and follow the movement.

Such a sweet, juicy pussy. You smell delicious, Anna. They were insightful, an acknowledgement of what was. I felt totally full, not just of Jonah's fingers and thumb in my dripping cunt and my tight ass, but of sunlight and breezes and joy. To call what followed an explosive orgasm almost doesn't do it justice. I'd lost sense of time even before it hit me, and I felt suspended in midair, floating on waves of delight, cries of satisfaction tearing from my throat.

I think I even blacked out for a minute. Or maybe I saw God -- and can't remember it for the terrible wonder of the experience. I came back to myself collapsed in a heap on the ground, Jonah's hand still inside me. Moaning softly, I pulled the blindfold off; his eyes looked just as glazed as I thought mine must have. He shook his head. You gushed all over my hand. She might feel slighted. He spread me out on my yoga mat, smiling down at me, drinking in the sight of my tight pink nipples, my swollen cunt, my trembling thighs, my flushed cheeks and dazed eyes.

Then he positioned himself between my legs and started licking and nibbling on my pussy, twirling his tongue around my clit, sucking it gently. I squealed and writhed; he held me down with his hands, taking his time, tormenting me until I begged him to fuck me, or even use his fingers again, shamelessly. His cock, a solid eight inches, was hard and curved, ready for me, but he didn't let me have it yet; instead, he laid down on the mat, then pulled me on top of him, lowering my pussy on top of his face.