Evaline glared at Virginia. The pair took a yoga class together, but she absolutely wouldn’t consider them to be friends, even if Virginia certainly considered her a friend. There were two things about Virginia that made her so frustrating to Evaline. No. That wasn’t accurate. There were dozens of things that bugged Evaline about Virginia. The fact that she had a perfect wife as a stay at home mom to two kids. The fact her husband was rich. The fact that every other husband couldn’t help but envy him and ogle her. But the two things that floated to the top of Evaline’s mind most were the fact that the reason every man wanted her was her stunning, dynamite ass, and the fact that Virginia was so damned innocent and pure that she didn’t seem to know!
Even now she was bending down, her yoga pants sliding up into that round, plump bubble butt. Husbands who came to pick up their wives early specifically to see that round ass presented to them lovingly wrapped in stretch pants like some sort of PG-13 version of a stripper. And she had a pleasant grin on her face and an innocent look in her eye, like she wasn’t doing anything more sensual than baking cookies.
“So what are you doing this weekend?” Virginia said, her voice cutting through the seething frustration of her “friend” Evaline.
“Hmm? Oh. Nothing. Nothing, just the usual,” she said, forcing a friendly smile onto her face. Not that she expected Virginia to notice if she spoke with a look of disdain on her face. The woman was oblivious.
“I’ve got a wide open weekend for the first time in ages. The kids are at his mother’s house until next week and he’s not getting home until late friday evening. I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself.”
Evaline’s eyebrow raised. “You’re going to be alone in the house all day tomorrow…”
“Pretty much. I’m usually so busy taking care of the kids and tending to my man. I don’t know what I should do.”
“How about I come over!” Evaline said. “I’ve been doing some intense new yoga moves and I could teach you some.”
“Oh, would you! That sounds great!”
The pair grabbed their towels and headed for the door. Evaline’s mind was already working its way through a plan to maybe get the naive housewife to figure out how her friends and neighbors really felt about her.
~~~
Friday morning came and Evaline knocked at the door of a house that was in all ways just a little nicer than her own. It was a little taller, the lawn was a little more nicely kept, the car was a little more expensive…
Before she could make it to the door to ring the bell, Virginia had already opened the door. She had a bounce in her step–making that ass wobble, she noted–and was dressed in the latest of a seemingly endless assortment of yoga outfits.
“Come on it! I didn’t realize until this morning that you’d never visited our house before! Can you believe it?” Virginia said.
“I always seem to have so much to do,” Evaline muttered, judging the decor as she stepped through the doorway. It, like everything else here, was confoundingly perfect.
“Let me give you the grand tour!” Virginia said.
“Spare me…” Evaline grumbled. “Err, I mean, I’d rather get started with those new yoga moves!”
“Oh, fun!” Virginia said, clapping. “This way!”
She led the way to their home gym–because of course she had a home gym. It was pretty clear why she went to yoga class rather than doing so at home. Aside from either wanting to make friends or flaunt that ass. The gym was mostly for her husband to workout. The room was much more set up for weight training and cardio than yoga.
“You’ll have to help me move some of this stuff out of the way if we’re going to do this in here,” Virginia said.
“Oh, actually, this is perfect,” Evaline said, eying up the weight bench and the barbell on the floor in front of it. “See, we’ll need some of this gear for what I have in mind. And also, because we’re really going to stretch your limits… you’ll need to strip below the waist.”
“Oh… oh my,” Virginia said, blushing like a schoolgirl afraid she’d get cooties.
“It’s just us girls here, and trust me, even those yoga pants will be too restrictive for what I have in mind.”
Virginia, ever trusting and never questioning, bashfully slid her yoga pants down.
“Everything,” Evaline said.
“I don’t think that will be necessary.”
“Who is teaching and who is learning?”
“I’ll… if I find that I need the extra flexibility, I’ll finish stripping.”
“Suit yourself.” Evaline slipped a bag from her shoulder and rummaged through it. “See, what people don’t know about yoga is that you can get better at it by pushing against your limits. And you? You’ve reached your limits. Sometimes, when pushing doesn’t work anymore…”
She pulled a length of rope from the bag.
“You’ve got to pull.”
“Oh! Is this a fancy new technique I don’t know about?”
Evaline shook her head. At this point she was sure even Virginia would have been a little concerned. But, whatever, this would make it easier.
“It sure is, Virginia. Let’s get to work.”
Evaline instructed the vacuous housewife to stand in front of the weight bench. The barbell was placed perpendicular to the bench. Evaline roughly spread Virginia’s legs and tied each ankle to the ends of the barbell.
“I can’t really move my legs all that well,” Virginia said, still no hint of concern.
“We’re not stretching your legs today. Now put your wrists together.”
“Like this?”
“Perfect.”
Evaline pulled a loop of rope tight around her wrists and knotted it, dropping a length of rope down from the knot to dangle in front of Virginia.
“I guess I’m not stretching my arms either.”
“You’re not stretching anything. I’ll be handling the stretching.”
Evaline slipped behind her and reached through her legs, producing a yelp of surprise from the empty-headed housewife. She grabbed the dangling rope and pulled it taut.
“I don’t understand…” Virginia said.
“I get the feeling you say that an awful lot…” Evaline mumbled. “Here’s the deal. Just bend down, nice and slow, and we’ll get started.”
Virginia did as she was told. It was clear she was able to spend most of her free time doing yoga, because she was able to bend nearly in half without trouble. As she bent, Evaline tugged the rope, sliding Virginia’s arms between her legs and across the cushioned surface of the weight bench. Evaline found a crosspiece under the far end of the bench and looped the rope through it, both to provide some leverage and to give her something to tie it to, because of course this wasn’t just about “helping” Virginia find new limits to her flexibility.
~~~
“Gosh,” Virginia said with a grunt. “This is… getting… intense…”
She could feel the stretch all the way through her legs, across her back, and up into her arms. It was a warm, powerful sensation. Like the first few minutes of a massage after getting knotted up for a week. It felt good. So good that she didn’t even notice just how far things were going. The smooth skin of her inner thighs were gliding along her arms. Half squinted eyes watched as the the pink of her panties came into view. She huffed a breath and caught a whiff of her own scent, which hammered home something she hadn’t fully grasped. It didn’t just feel nice, it felt pleasurable. As she passed the point her body could realistically have reached under her own power, every new bit of curl and stretch sent a ripple of arousal through her, like someone was running a playful finger over her most sensitive places.
Sweat was beginning to trickle down her face as her impossibly knotted body curled enough for her whole head to be tucked between her thighs. She released a low, purring grunt.
“What’s the matter?” Evaline said with a peculiar tone of voice. “Getting a little more than you bargained for?”
“N-no,” Virginia huffed. “K-keep… hah… keep going.”
She felt her breath against her groin as she spoke, her own breasts somehow rubbing and squishing against the front of her crotch.
“I… fine, I will,” Evaline said.
A sudden, sharp tug slid Virginia a few inches further. Now her head had started to slide out from between her thighs on the other side. Her ass, flexing and clenching madly with the intensity of the sensation, was filling her vision.
“Nnnnggggg…” Virginia groaned as another tug at the rope hauled her further.
Her boobs popped through as well, and she bent her neck down to free her head from between her arms. This bumped her nose ever so gently against the button of her butthole, hidden by nothing more than a layer of panties which were getting progressively more soaked with sweat and other juices.
A few final tugs of the rope failed to curl her any more. She now stood with her feet on the ground, tied in place, while her upper body had been fed between her legs to lay on the padded surface of the weight bench. She felt the rope twitching, then saw Evaline step up beside her.
“You’re… nng… not going to keep going?” Virginia said.
~~~
Evaline was equal parts fascinated and creeped out by the shape she’d managed to get Virginia into. The plan had been to try to get her face as close to that bubbly butt that was the reason for all of her popularity, to figuratively rub her nose in it. She hadn’t expected it to be possible for her to literally do it. But here she was, practically wrapped around herself. With her head propped up by the arms behind it, Virginia’s face was barely an inch away from her ass. And she wasn’t even in pain. She wasn’t even questioning how such a thing was possible. Was she that naive that she thought this was the kind of thing a human body should be able to do naturally.
At this point, Evaline had expected her shapely rival to be on the edge of panic, providing the delicious opportunity for Evaline to gloat and explain just how all of the other ladies in class felt about her. But it only made sense to do it if Virginia was aware of the nature of her position.
Virginia huffed and glanced aside–she couldn’t properly turn to face Evaline because her arms had locked her head in its upright position.
“This feels amazing…” Virginia huffed. “You sure we can’t go further?”
Evaline raised an eyebrow and squirmed a bit. She didn’t know if she should feel angry or horrified at how well this weirdo was taking being forcefully tied into a knot and bound that way. But she wasn’t going to go this far and not get her point across.
“I told you you should have stripped. Those panties are holding you back. Don’t you know that nude yoga is better for you?” Evaline said.
“Should… nfff. Should we straighten me out and take them off?”
Evaline fetched the pair of shears she’d been using to cut the rope. “I have a quicker way.”
She slipped the shears between thigh and panty and snipped the waistband above each leg hole. The panties popped and fluttered, draping over Virginia’s nose before fluttering down to rest on her bra-clad chest. Evaline tugged them away. Bent forward as she was, Virginia’s ass was spread, her anus roughly at nose level and maybe an inch away from Virginia’s face. Her face was so close that the round, full cheeks were actually partially obscuring her face from Evaline’s point of view.
Surely now she would–
“Do you think I can stretch more now?” Virginia asked, still earnest, and still innocent.
Evaline’s eye twitched.
“Let’s find out,” she snapped.
The rope was already tied off, so she decided to take the direct approach. With a firm grasp of the front of Virginia’s hips, she shoved them backward.
“Ooo- MMPH!” Virginia yelped.
It was her first real sign that she’d been startled or confused by any part of this, and it was the moment her nose was firmly nestled between the cheese of her own ass. Evaline grinned, content that she’d finally gotten the empty-headed woman with a dynamite ass to realize that this was all a scheme to illustrate…
Her train of thought derailed as she realized that the startled, muffled sounds had changed to… soft, desperate breaths and enthusiastic slurps. Almost in disbelief, she leaned forward over the hips to find Virginia eagerly tossing her own salad, legs rocking and quaking as the tongue steadily found all the right spots.
~~~
Virginia’s world was nothing but warmth and softness and intensity. When she felt the plush cheeks of her ass spread across the blushing cheeks of her face, and felt the pucker of her asshole kiss the tip of her nose, it was like the completion of an electrical circuit. Suddenly everything was clear. She was within tongue-distance of her most intimate areas and there was only one thing she wanted to do. Only one thing she needed to do.
She slurped and sucked, nuzzling her face deeper to drive her tongue into her ass, snaking her tongue out to lap and nibble at her pussy before driving it as deep as she could into her own butt. Her heart was racing in seconds, all of the pleasure of the stretch and contortion serving as foreplay for this chaotic but blissful indulgence.
The hands leaning on her hips pulled away, and for a moment her ass slipped out of range. She released desperate whimpering noises, like a child who’d had its candy taken away. When it became Evaline wasn’t going to push anymore, Virginia took it upon herself. She flexed her knees, tightened her abs, and craned her neck, planting her ass right back on her face to finish the job.
“I’ll… just leave you to practice…” Evaline said.
The fury and confusion in her voice would have been obvious even to Virginia if she wasn’t too busy rising to the peak of a dizzying climax. When she finally frenched her asshole to completion, she shook and tensed with an orgasm that put all others to shame. She involuntarily clenched her ass, briefly smothering herself as the soft cheeks closed around her face and held her there. The combined lack of oxygen and raw pleasure nearly pushed her past the point of unconsciousness, but finally those greedy glutes released her and her head rocked back to the inch or so of distance it had been.
Her head was spinning, her body aflame with the pounding aftershocks and smoldering afterglow. Her face was basted with her own juices. And she was helplessly tied to the weight bench, unable to get any further from her own ass than she was now.
“That was… quite a lesson,” she breathed. “Evaline? … Evaline?”
She was alone. After a second or two when anxiety briefly had its opportunity to seize her naive mind, she shrugged–or attempted to.
“I’m sure she’ll be back soon. No sense letting this position go to waste…”
Again she flexed her knees, again her face vanished between her cheeks, and again the room filled with delighted, moist slurps. It was going to be a very memorable few hours until her husband got home.