12 Pleasured Women

BALLET LESSON I looked nervously along the barre at the two other girls. We had never had a foreign teacher before or indeed a man. We really had no idea what to expect but Madame Emily insisted we need a shake-up and someone to ‘put us girls through our paces.’ I placed my leg along the barre and gracefully leant my head on my knee to get a good hamstring stretch. The other two were similarly warming up and getting ready for whatever Master Antonovich could throw at us. The three of us were like peas in a pod. Hermione, Ana and I lived for our ballet and we were on the cusp, we were constantly assured, of turning pro. We were all a few months past our eighteenth birthdays, which was pretty old in ballet terms and to think, I had started at four! We all stood within an inch of my five foot two, weighed no more than seven stone and had the same 30A cup bra. At least we would if we ever wore one! We even had similar faces, with our English rose complexions and scraped back hair. I was the odd one out, being a brunette. The other two were blondes – Hermione a honey blonde and Ana almost white! And we all had our hair in the regulation bun of course. We were well into our stretches when the door to the studio flew open with a crash and suddenly he was amongst us. My chin nearly hit the floor. I exchanged quick glances with my stable-mates and I could see they were thinking the same. Master Antonovich was hot! “Continue your warm ups while I observe you,” said the hunk in tights with a deep and heavily accented voice. He walked down the line and we were all observing him! He must have been nearly six feet tall and so he towered over us. Dark, brooding and powerful, his chiselled torso was bare and exposed to our girly eyes, as was the absolutely huge bulge in the front of his tights. My immaculate v****a twitched at the sight of him. As with the other two, ballet had left no time in my life for boyfriends and we were as pure as the driven snow. Yes, all three of us were still virgins at eighteen. He clapped his hands. “Centre practice! Line up!” We skipped across the floor together and stood in front of the colossus lump of honed man flesh. My n*****s were tingling and I hoped they weren’t showing through my leotard and wrap. I might be small-busted but I was big-nippled and they were very responsive. “Now, let’s see what you girls are made of,” the ballet master barked. “One at a time. You!” He pointed at Ana. “Show me brisé volé!” Immediately, she leapt into the air and her slim legs beat back and forwards before she landed on her points. “Hmmm!” he grunted dissatisfaction before pointing at Hermione. “Cabriole grande!” Now it was the honey blonde’s turn to perform and she got an equally ungracious response. Then it came around to me. “For you,” he said. “I want to see some châinés!” I didn’t hesitate but got straight on my points and quickly moved my feet around in the most exciting combination I knew. It apparently wasn’t exciting enough! “Back to the barre! All of you!” He looked and sounded deeply disappointed in us. We spent a full hour being run through our paces until we were finally lined back up in front of him. “The problem with you girls,” he lectured in his thick accent. “is you are soft and disobedient. I think you do not want to succeed enough.” He walked down the line and fixed each of us with a steely stare. “Is that it?” “No Sir!” We cheeped in chorus. “Really?” He folded his arms and I tried not to stare at the obvious bulge in his tights. Eventually, he seemed to reach a decision. “Be back tomorrow, dressed like proper ballerinas, in tutus and we will see just how obedient you are!” Then he just turned on his heel and marched out, leaving the three of us exchanging bemused glances. “He wants to f**k us,” Ana said as soon as the door closed behind him. “Your imagination is running wild, you little perv,” I laughed. “I would!” Hermione said quickly. And so would I…! I thought. We decided together which ballet dress to wear of course. We had several matching options. Hermione thought we shouldn’t wear tights with them but Ana insisted on thin denier flesh coloured so our legs looked naked but weren’t. My stomach was full of butterflies all day and I couldn’t eat, which was not a good thing before what was likely to be a tough evening in the studio. Six o’clock came around eventually and before I knew it, I was warming up at the barre with my besties again. I looked at the other two excited faces and it took me a moment to figure out what was different about them. The two girls had both put on make-up. And that was something we never did for ballet class! I began to feel a little self-conscious for not having done the same but I knew I was being daft. I was easily the prettiest of the three of us. “A better start!” Master Antonovich growled, walking in on us. “Line up!” He stood in front of us, studying our bodies for several uncomfortable minutes and I felt my face redden as his semi-erect c**k seemed to make it obvious he wasn’t just assessing our dancing ability. Then he made things perfectly clear. “Are you ready to show your Ballet Master complete obedience?” We all nodded keenly. “Good,” he said. “Kneel down where you are!” I exchanged a quick glance with the other two and quickly did as I was told. The bulge in his tights was maybe two inches from Ana’s face as he stroked her hair. He said nothing and the air was thick with tension. Then, all of a sudden, he did it. With one quick movement, the ballet master whipped his big c**k out, pressed a hand against the back of Ana’s head and then it was in her little mouth. It was big but quite clearly not yet hard. She bobbed her head back and forward as Hermione and I looked on in shock. Her hand was moving quickly along the shaft as well but she wasn’t quite coordinated, sometimes hitting herself in the face. After a couple of minutes of that, Master Antonovich stepped back and his c**k flopped out, still semi-hard, although it looked a couple of inches longer. Then he moved on to Hermione and did the same again. When it was my turn, he was no more erect. I licked my lips nervously as I looked at his manhood. From that angle, it looked absolutely enormous, filling my view. It was curved downwards a little, weighed down by its mass. He held it in his fist and stroked my hair. “And you? Imogen, is it? You will do better?” I thought I did just fine. Virgin though I was below the waist, I had sucked a man off before and knew how to cover my teeth with my lips and flick my tongue against the underside of his c**k. I pulled his shaft with one hand and gently squeezed his heavy ball sack with the other. But it was not enough. “You call yourselves disciplined dancers?” The ballet master lectured. “Look at it! Just look!” His c**k was still at half-mast and decidedly droopy. “You will try again and make sure you do better!” I wondered if he somehow had the self-control to keep his c**k from getting hard and just a minute or two later my suspicions were confirmed. Ana was bobbing her head back and forth, doing her best to please him when suddenly her eyes widened and she tried to pull back. He was waiting for her and pushed her mouth back on him. She gagged a little and then he released her head to let his long, hard c**k slide out. Yes, it was hard all right! And massive! He moved on to Hermione and she frankly looked terrified as she sized it up. Then, seconds later, she was gagging on it too! I mentally prepared myself as I watched my petite best friend struggling to cope with the thick, rubbery flesh in her throat. He lifted her slightly by the head and pounded into her face. His strong glutes flexed in his tights as he reamed the poor girl’s throat raw. Then it was my turn. I didn’t wait but took the initiative. Seizing his shaft in my small hand, I was surprised at just how much it weighed but I didn’t hang around. As I rubbed him, I stretched my lips around his fat helmet and fondled his ball sack. I worked my mouth further and further down his c**k and his sighs suggested he liked it. There were no hands on my head. Rather, he left me to it and by time he slipped out of my mouth, I could feel less than friendly glares from my two besties as I had evidently succeeded where they hadn’t. “Stand!” The Master ordered and the three of us quickly scrambled to our feet. He moved back to Ana and ogled her for a while as she stood stock still with her hands by her sides. Then he reached up and simply moved the spaghetti shoulder straps of her dress down and let the top drop below her little boobs. She wore no bra. None of us did, there was no need. If he liked what he saw, and who wouldn’t, he showed no emotion but just stared, at the innocent girl with her t**s bared, for a minute or two. Then he placed his hands on them and squeezed; pulling on the n*****s before moving to Hermione. Again the straps came down and he ogled her little boobies. This time he permitted himself the luxury of a little suck on her nips. She closed her eyes and let out a barely audible moan as he did. This girl was very sensitive. I was shaking by the time he reached for my shoulder straps. My t**s being just a little fuller, I wondered if he could see them tremble when he stared at them. He gave them a good sucking and stroked my sides as he did. I thought my brain was turning to mush by the time he eventually moved on. “Turn around,” he commanded. “Bend at the waist and hold the barre!” He moved behind Ana and reached under her tiny skirt to pull her panties and tights down to mid-thigh. He licked his palm and rubbed her s*x, then stood really close. I saw his throbbing c**k was just inches from her virginal slit and it took a moment before reality sunk him. He was going to f**k her1 He was going to f**k all of us! He took his time and I could see my friend’s wide-eyed, shocked expression as he inched inside her. His hands were holding tightly to her slim hips and she in turn clung tightly to the barre. She was whispering softly and I couldn’t hear what but I saw quite clearly in her face the moment her girlhood was burst. “Mmmm!” she kept her lips tightly closed as though trying to be silent but she couldn’t hold the moan in as her love tunnel clung firmly on to that hefty invader. He stroked in and out of her. Her body rocked with each thrust and I could see the sinews in her arms and shoulders straining as she held on tight to the barre and tried to stay still. He kept on going until Ana came and it was less than obvious when she did. Her slight body shook and she gave a little cry, like the bleating of a baby goat. That was it but it was enough for Master Antonovich. He silently pulled out of her and moved to the honey blonde, Hermione, exposing her virginal cunt in the same way as he had Ana’s. I was only about six inches away from my friend as he penetrated her and I watched her face carefully. As he pushed himself inside, her eyes widened and so did her mouth, forming a perfect ‘o’ that I imagined perfectly replicated her p***y at that moment. He built up slowly and soon was pumping the petite blonde at quite a pace. I kept my eyes on her face throughout and she had such a look of sheer enjoyment it was just delightful. Hermione had discovered s*x and she liked it a lot. A hell of a lot! She came loudly. A chorus of little cries; “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” He pulled out of her and it was finally my turn. I had both hands on the barre and was determined to make the best show possible, so I bent my knees just a little and thrust my pert behind backwards as far as I could. He liked that and his hand played with my p***y a lot longer than he had the other two. When his big angry p***s head nudged against my petals, the sensations throbbing through my body were so intense I thought I might faint. I rested my head on my arm, bit my lip and waited as he pressed harder and harder until, with a sudden burst of pain, he was in me.