K is for Kinky by Alison Tyler Page B

the room’s complement of machines. The women stretched and warmed up, bending their limber bodies into improbable positions. Kasey had already stretched.
    â€œLet’s get started,” said the Norwegian with only the slightest trace of an accent. He was a muscled Adonis in a tightly fitting top and shorts that showed off the impressive bulge of his manhood. “My name
is Hans. I see from the sign-up sheet that we have a new student today. Let’s all say hi to Kasey.”
    Kasey blushed a little as the women eyed her with great interest and said, “Hi, Kasey,” in one musical purr.
    â€œHi,” said Kasey. “Glad to be here.”
    â€œNow, Kasey, what brought you to my class?” asked Hans.
    Kasey blushed deeper and shifted uncomfortably, feeling the eyes of the entire classroom of women upon her.
    â€œI heard it was different,” she said.
    A giggle rippled through the room, and Hans chuckled.
    â€œThat it is,” said Hans. “Well, let’s get started. Everybody choose a machine, and strip.”
    Kasey had never undressed fully in a classroom full of women before; in lap dancing class they always wore G-strings. Still, her classmates didn’t show a bit of modesty; with a whir of female flesh, T-shirts, tank tops, gym shorts and tights all ended up folded neatly next to the spinning machines. Kasey nervously removed her sports halter and bicycling shorts. Now nude except for their socks and gym shoes, the women stood obediently by their chosen machines, as if at attention. Hans walked around the room slowly, smiling at each woman before inspecting her, sometimes patting her ass or stroking her belly, exploring each body with his fingers.
    â€œExcellent definition, Miriam,” said Hans to one pert redhead, who blushed and smiled as he fondled her inner thigh. “You’ve really been making progress.”
    â€œThank you,” Miriam said.
    When Hans got to Kasey, his hand went instantly between her legs.
She whimpered as he felt her cunt, his brow furrowed in disappointment.
    â€œYou’ll definitely need additional lubricant, Kasey,” said Hans. “The machines in the front of the room are self-lubricating, but this one hasn’t been replaced yet. Girls, are any of you wet enough to trade with Kasey?”
    â€œI am,” said Miriam perkily, and hurried over to take Kasey’s machine. Kasey obediently traded with her while she stared at the upright dildo projecting from the seat of the spinning machine Miriam had abandoned. A small slit at the top had already oozed a clear, viscous lubricant over the head, making the penis-shaped device glisten in the fluorescent light. Nonetheless, Kasey eyed the dildo uncomfortably; it was several inches longer and quite a bit thicker than the other one, which Kasey had chosen for its manageable size.
    â€œNot too big for you, is it, Kasey?” asked Hans with a wickedness to his voice. The room erupted in little titters.
    Reddening, Kasey said quickly, “No. It’s just right.”
    Hans clapped his palms together and headed to the front of the room. “Everybody mount!”
    As the other women climbed onto their machines and, perching with the heads of the dildos at their entrances, easily slid themselves onto the lubricated organs, Kasey climbed onto her own, unsure of how she was going to fit such an enormous cock into her. Kasey was no dim bulb. Now she knew why spinning class was so popular here; each new girl had to undergo this initiation, taking the one machine with an improbably large member, as if to prove she could handle it.
    Kasey climbed onto the machine and spread her pussy lips with her fingers, positioning her tight opening at the head of the big cock.
She winced as she sat down, feeling the enormous head stretch her in a way she’d never been stretched before. She let out a little yelp as the head popped into her, and another round of giggles went through