As you sat on the bench watching the girls stretch, you heard some of the other dicks on either side of you making noise. They all made the same sort of splurting, ejaculatory noises you made when attempting to communicate, and similarly splooged with every "word" or "scentence". The noises they made resonated in your nerves. You realized that if you focused on them, you could parse what each dick was trying to say. It became quickly apparent that most of what the dicks had to say was hyper-fixated on the subject of sex.
"Fuck me I wanna fuck Ms. Boobatits' tits so badly," one dick spewed, "Like really get in between those giant things and just go to fucking town on them!"
"I just get so hard looking at these bitches sweat," another ejaculated, "Watchin' their juicy parts bounce and shine and their shirts getting clingy and shit."
"Why can't we just skip to the part where we get involved?" a third dick cried.
"Y'know, my sister's totally the hottest chick in the room," a fourth claimed, "Out of all the others she's got the juiciest rack."
"Get real, Pedro," the first dick spurted, "By that metric, that would make Ms. Boobatits the hottest bimbo in the room."
"I wasn't counting the teacher, Bobby Bustamonte," Pedro retorted, "Out of our bimbo classmates, my sister's the hottest."
"Thank you for specifying," Bobby jizzed, "But no, even then Belinda's not the hottest. Drop the familial bias already, dude."
You watched the bimbos finish stretching, lining up in five even columns in front of the Amazonian gym teacher. She placed her chiseled fists on her chiseled hips and puffed out her already heaving chest.
"Alright ladies, listen up," Ms. Boobatits shouted, "Today we're working on our quads and glutes, so you know what that means!"
"Squat Jobs!" the bimbos all cheered in unison.
"That's right," the coach nodded, "Now, as you know, this exercise will involve the dicks. Everyone who brought one, go get them. Those who don't have one, grab a dildo from the bin." The bimbo students all nodded and bounded over to the bench where they'd set down their penile siblings. Amy scooped you up by your balls and brought you over to the center of the room. She set you down on the ground, head pointed upward standing erect and ready.
"Everyone drop your panties," the teacher commanded, "You're gonna need your bare cheeks to do this right. Now, stand straight up over your dick with your feet spread as wide as your hips."
You watched Amy drop her pants down to her ankles. She giggled and teasingly wiggled her booty on your face.
"Next, bend your knees down and lower your hips like this," Ms. Boobatits demonstrated, "using your ass to grab your penis' shaft. Then, slowly return to a standing position, clenching the dick between your butt crack. Remember to keep your back straight and your eyes facing forward. and make sure those feet are planted."
Amy's butt wrapped around you as she squatted down, lifting you off the ground. You felt her clench her cheeks as tightly as she could.
"Now slowly squat back down and gently put your dick back down on the floor, and return to a standing position. You have five minutes, ladies! GO!"
At that cry, every bimbo started doing squats just like the coach instructed. Amy squatted down, lifted you with her butt, and set you back down again. You watched some of the other pairs as she gave you a squat job. Most of the class seemed to have gotten the technique down, but some of them were having trouble. Common issues you noticed were that some of the girls straight up missed their dicks when they squatted. One girl's dick kept slipping out from between her cheeks and falling down hard on the hardwood floor. Another girl slipped and fell right onto her dick, accidentally giving him anal.
Eventually the whistle blew and the bimbos stopped their exercise. "Excellent form, ladies," Coach Boobatits smiled, "Most of you got the technique perfectly. I noticed some of you having trouble aiming, need to work on their clenching, and... well... Suzie Bustamonte needs to work on her stance. Let's take a water break and get back to it!"
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After several more minutes of squats, the Amazonian coach blew her whistle for the last time. The girls all retired to the locker room to shower off and change back into their school uniforms. You noticed, as Amy nestled you between her boobs again, that one of your phallic classmates was frantically flopping towards the coach's office, with Suzie stumbling afterwards trying to catch him.
"Isn't that Bobby?" Amy wondered as you both watched this strange game of bimbo cat and penis mouse, "He must be trying to get in between Coach Boobatits' boobs again. I don't blame him, honestly. Her tits are like, soooo yummy! Let's be on our way to next period."