Tumble Bee Gymnastics Novels & Stories

I had another weird dream that night, but it was something new and very, very different. Coach Perrine and I were at the Olympics. Sexual Olympics, that is. We were on the floor mats, really putting on a show. We had gone through the mandatory portions of the program, of course. We'd nailed the doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and missionary positions. We had transitioned seamlessly from the reverse butterfly into the standing mad scientist, and slid back into the paired flounders. Then we rolled into the mated box trolls, flipped into the angry hummingbird, and we were in the home stretch in this industrial cookie press position.

They were curious and wanted to see what Noreen would undergo in her initial training. "I'm going to use this stick," Amaya said, holding up a long stick. "Dodge as best you can. I'll count how many times you can dodge it out of 100." Noreen closed her eyes and controlled her breathing. Amaya moved, and the stick in her hand began to move. Everyone's eyes widened, watching Noreen move so nimbly, until Amaya stopped her stick, which only touched Noreen's leg twice. "Wow, Noreen, you're as agile as a squirrel," Amaya complimented. "Do you do gymnastics?"

“After you fall a few times, you tend to know what not to do after a while. It’s the same as riding a bicycle and swimming.” Hearing that explanation, Aqua looked at her gimbap glumly. She knew how to swim, but that was only because she was born with a tail. Legs were new to her. She had no idea how to move all her toes independently yet, even though she was starting to understand how to swing her legs in opposite directions at the same time now.

Much to my dismay, I hadn't realized they had been practicing for days. The mechanical sound of the rolling beams reaches my ears and I shake the memories away. I watch Lyric attempt to maneuver through the various placed spiked logs that twist and turn and swing in an attempt to knock off the challenger. This is a challenge of skill, speed, and strength. I move closer until I’m almost standing underneath her. She makes a move forward dodging one log then twists to avoid another. I’m smiling because it looks like she’s going to make it through. She will be the fourth female since it was built to complete it.

Then she re-entered the mansion. She had never stepped foot in the home gym before. Opening the door to enter, Grainne was so surprised that his eyes made an o and his mouth a letter a. This is no ordinary home gym. To be more precise, a professional gym! Treadmills, spinning bikes, gym machines, it's all there. Grainne seemed to have picked up gold, so excited that she wanted to scream, but afraid that others would hear her, she quickly covered her mouth.

** Naya We had been practicing this routine for some weeks now. Mz. Swan had shown us this technique through an ancient text in the library. The movements were a hybrid between dance and a war cry. It was an ancient tribal dance meant to elicit fear in our enemies. It was more martial arts than dance but flowed in the same 8-beat rhythm of a typical dance routine. It was Mz. Swans’ idea to use swords in the routine as a “prop.” Wolves don’t need weapons since we are the weapon, though we are still trained in them. I felt she used them now in case something happened at the game tomorrow; Kamari wouldn’t be left defenseless.

The training regimen encompassed a diverse range of exercises, from weightlifting to body weight workouts and resistance training. Upon completing the strength training segment, the session seamlessly transitioned into 30 minutes of agility and speed drills. Astrid engaged wholeheartedly in a series of dynamic exercises, including ladder drills, cone drills, and sprints. Each drill was meticulously crafted to sharpen her reflexes, boost her speed, and enhance her overall agility.

It was a scorpion pose. A pose in gymnastics and probably ballet where the leg is lifted from behind and made to touch the head. I held her while I pulled down my underwear, exposing my seven inches long dick. “Remember the safe word baby?” I breathed heavily on her neck and stood her by the wall, using mg hands to rub in between her thigh. “The safe word is green water.” “That is my girl “ I lifted her legs and wrapped it around my torso, my fingers playing with her thighs and her leg.

She bounces in time to her counting, and since she’s watching my feet, and I’ve always been the most well-behaved student in any class, I bounce, too. “Okay, now, start with your left. Heel. Toe. Heel. Toe. Tap, tap, tap, tap.” I heel. I toe. I tap. My feet are clunky wooden marionettes at the end of strings. “You’ve got it,” Ashleen says. “Now dip with your knees between the heel and toe.” That’s when it falls apart. My feet stutter to a halt. I’m already flushed and breathless, and now my cheeks are on fire.

Oh goddess. It’s my turn. I hug Jess one more before walking out the locker room. Almost half of the cheerleaders were on the bleachers watching and some on their phones. Oh Jolene,you can do it. I stepped onto the mat, suddenly aware of every single person watching. Coach Ferguson looked at me before looking at the clip board.“ I see you have gymnastics background? Hmmm..." I nodded "Okay,falls show me what you've got" "Backflip, double hand spring,Aerial ,back hand springs and full twist"Vera says with a sweet smile.