12 Pleasured Women

BALLET LESSON-2

The pain was over as quickly as it started. Then it was just sublime pleasure! His wonderful c**k sawed in and out of my willing v****a and his hands ran all over my body, before reaching under me to squeeze my t**s. I noted he hadn’t done this with the other girls and it made me feel special. “You must c*m for me now, Imogen,” he whispered and I did so, almost immediately. My legs trembled and I gripped the barre tightly as I moaned. “Uhhhhhh!”

He pulled out and my p***y tried valiantly to not let him go. Just like when he entered me, I felt every lump and bump on his veiny d**k as it withdrew slowly and dropped out. He then gave us instructions again. “You, Ana. Remove your tights and panties!” She quickly unfastened her ballet pumps while we waited and he drew Hermione and I in towards him so he could push a fat finger up each of our p*****s; roughly frigging us as Ana got ready.

When she was ready, dressed literally just in her tutu, Master Antonovich beckoned Ana over and gracefully dropped down to sit on the floor, whilst holding her by her hips. She was facing away from him and he guided her to sit on his vertical c**k that way. I squealed and quickly stripped naked as she sunk lower.

“And lower,” the Master commanded. “Into splits!” I leant against the barre and pushed my s*x out to just where Ana’s mouth was ending up as she lowered herself into full splits on that huge c**k. We had fooled around lots of times but this was an opportunity to go for the full deal and I couldn’t see anyone protesting. She came into range and I literally pushed her impish face into my sloppy p***y, as Master Antonovich placed his hands underneath her thighs and bounced her slowly up and down.

He clicked his fingers and Hermione hustled over to sit on his face as he reclined into a lying position. Ana was allowed to bend her legs under her and he forced her quickly up and down his shaft as she hungrily ate me out. It felt so good.

Ana was pushed off and it was my turn. He let me ride him in my own way for a while and then pulled me down so my little t**s squashed against his chest as he humped me. “Lick her bottom out,” he ordered Ana and I was actually shocked. But she did and I discovered yet another pleasure. Her hot little tongue in that sticky place was just wonderful. My friend of so many years had become my lover as well and as she pulled my firm bottom cheeks apart and pressed her pretty face into my dark crevice, my mind ran away with all the possibilities.

Master Antonovich really started to ram me from underneath. His hand on my hip lifted me bodily and then slammed me down as his hips came up, skewering my poor little p***y. His other hand held the back of my neck tightly in a very dominant way that just made me melt.

I hadn’t thought ahead to the inevitable conclusion. The one-man orgy had been going on for so long I imagined it would never end. But it did! He made an odd moan that seemed out of character and got my attention for just a split second before his balls emptied in a rush of jism that filled my fertile womb. Within a micro-second, I was shocked, worried, a little scared and then just euphoric as my own orgasm took control of me once again. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Yeeees!”

“Well that was your best performance to date!” I looked up at a familiar voice to see Madame Emily looking down at me with an odd smile and a sparkle in her eye. I wondered how long she had been there.

Madame Emily had been our Ballet Mistress for ever. A talented dancer herself, she had told us her body shape had stopped her going pro. She was a good six inches taller than us girls but her womanly body was what she was referring to. She was married and had two kids so I guessed she was less curvy in her day but now she had something of an hour-glass shape. Not helpful for ballet, although she still practiced every day.

She clapped her hands. “Ana and Hermione, time for you to go home!” She dismissed them as though it were just another class. “Be back at the usual time tomorrow and ready to work hard,” she said to their departing backs. Master Antonovich followed them through the studio door and that left me alone with my teacher. She held my hands and looked into my face with a mixed expression of concern and something else entirely.

“Come on,” she said finally. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” She kept hold of my hand and led me out, collecting my clothing on the way. We went out the studio and up the stairs to a part of the building we girls had often wondered about.

It turned out to be a studio flat and a very tastefully decorated one too. It was clearly Emily’s style but it seemed odd that she would maintain it as I knew she lived in a house on the edge of town with her family. The whole thing was open-plan with a huge bed as a centre-piece. She dropped my stuff on to the duvet and pushed me towards the shower. “Use whatever you need,” she told me. “I’ll fix us some drinks.”

I locked the door behind me. For some reason, I thought that was a good idea! Then I took my time in the most luxurious shower I had ever experienced, with water jets coming at me from every angle. It was blissful. I was aching a little from my first actual s*x and the water really soothed things down. I grabbed a couple of fluffy towels and wrapped my body and hair, before venturing back out into the flat.

Madame Emily was waiting for me with a bottle of Champagne and a couple of old fashioned bowl-shaped glasses. She didn’t wait for me to finish drying or get dressed but came and sat next to me on the bed, handing me a glass. “Let’s talk about your dancing,” she said as I began to sip the delicious fizz.

“Uh, okay,” I had no idea what to expect but a chat about ballet technique was a little unexpected.

“You are good you know,” she went on. “Good enough to go pro, although you are getting a little old.”

“Really?” I knew I couldn’t keep the excitement off my face.

“Oh definitely,” she told me. “You just have one drawback.”

“Oh!” I felt my face fall. “What’s that, Madame Emily?”

“You are no different to a thousand other girls out there.”

“Oh!”

“Don’t be too downhearted,” she topped my glass up. “You may have something that many of the others do not.”

I perked up again. “Oh. What’s that?”

She looked at me in that funny way again. “Well, it seems to me that you have the aptitude to do whatever it takes to become famous.” She reached over and unfastened the towel around my hair with a flick of her wrist. “More specifically, if you are willing to please the most influential people in our art, people like Master Antonovich, then the sky’s your limit. Are you?”

“You mean, have s*x with them?”

She placed her hand gently against my cheek and it felt really warm. “That’s exactly what I mean, cupcake.” Her hand drifted down and she tweaked the towel knot in my cleavage open. “Now, I saw you with Ana. Are you into girls?”

“I-I was curious!”

She pulled the towel open to reveal my budding breasts. “You will have nothing more to be curious about by the time you leave here.” she murmured and lowered her head to capture one of my erect n*****s between her rosy lips.

“Oh! Thank you, Madame Emily,” I said for some reason that immediately escaped me.

For a couple of wonderful minutes, my ballet teacher suckled on my nips like that, as she spread my lips and gently massaged my s*x. It just felt so right and I was so comfortable in her arms. Then she gently pushed me to arm’s length and smiled. “Would you like to learn how to lick a p***y, my dear. Make me happy?”

At that moment, I wanted nothing other than to make Madame Emily happy! I sat on the bed as she stripped off her sweats, marvelling at her lithe body as it twisted around. Then she lay on the bed and beckoned me over.

I crawled on hands and knees between her legs and looked at her womanhood with some sort of wonderment. I realised I hadn’t had the chance to study another woman’s intimate area before and I took my time. She had a tidy little trimmed bush of mousey brown above her c******s, the same colour as the hair on her head. The nether lips were waxed thoroughly. There was no trace of hair on her fleshy labia. She lifted her legs and straightened them to effortlessly spread herself open in a way only a ballerina or gymnast could. My face got even closer and I could now smell her. And it was all good!

“Ooooh!” Emily shivered. “I can feel your breath on my mou mou. Very sexy! Spread me open with your fingertips. Find my clitty!”

Her c******s was in fact well hidden. I gently pulled at the folds of skin and there it was; a tiny button of gristle. I blew on it and it grew a little. Then the Mistress got impatient and pushed on the back of my head, so I put out my tongue and gave it a little lick.

It was like setting off dynamite! Her back arched and she gave a long moan. “Ohhhh!” That gave me the confidence I needed and I began to eat her out like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I swear she came almost straight away but she was so vocal it was hard to tell. After a few minutes of her bucking and swearing as I licked and stroked, she swung my body round so I was sitting on her mouth in a sixty-nine. Now we both went to town on each other and it became almost a competitive thing as we both tried to bring the other off faster.

“Now that is a great performance,” the familiar deep voice of Master Antonovich punctuated an orgasmic cloud as he mimicked what Madame Emily had said earlier.

The ballet mistress giggled in a girly way that seemed so unlike her, then she slipped off the bed on to her knees in front of him. “Oooh! Let me have a taste of this big c**k,” she sighed. “It’s been sooo long!”

“It’s very long,” I joked and joined her on my knees as it seemed the thing to do. I watched avidly as she pulled that monster c**k out of his pants and kissed the end. It seemed almost out of proportion it was so big and I wondered how the other girls and I had managed to get it in our mouths. Madame Emily stroked it a few times to wake it up and then opened her mouth and swallowed it. A few exploratory bobs of her head then then she just pressed down. I watched with astonishment as she swallowed the whole ten inches or so of fat snake right down!

I was only a few inches from this spectacle and couldn’t believe my eyes. It was like some sort of optical illusion. Each time she pulled back, I saw the full extent of his big, rigid rod of flesh. Then she moved down on him again and it all just disappeared somewhere. The sights and sounds of this face-f*****g were unreal and incredibly horny. My hand wandered to my highly-charged p***y and I slowly rubbed myself off.

“Your turn,” Emily said with a grin as she let the now rock hard spear of flesh fall from her lips. She shuffled round behind me and I felt those lovely warm t**s pressing against my back. “Relax your throat and try not to gag,” she coaxed. “Elongate it as much as you can. Imagine you’re a swan!”

I did and it worked. The first few inches felt very familiar but it kept on coming. I felt my throat stretch and my airway completely close. Panic set in when I realized I couldn’t breathe but Madame Emily held me tightly from behind and whispered reassurance in my ear. Then, all of a sudden, his trimmed pubes where tickling my nose and he was pulling back out. I got a deep breath of fresh air and it started again. Suddenly, somehow, I was deep throating the biggest c**k I could possibly imagine.

“Mmmmm! She is good student,” Master Antonovich groaned in his broken English as he gripped my head firmly.

“Yes,” Madame Emily sighed. “She is ready to audition now?”

“Maybe,” he conceded and rammed his cook so hard into my throat that the tears ran down my cheeks. “I will try out her hidden treasure first though!”

I had no idea what he meant but the ballet mistress pulled me away and back up on to the bed, pushing me on to my knees with my chest flat against the duvet. “Do me first,” she said to him and at the same time, I felt something cold entering my anus. Looking back, I saw she had squeezed half a tube of lube up my arse and the penny dropped. She quickly lubed herself up and then hopped on to the bed next to me, in the same position.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about anal s*x and Emily’s reaction as he entered her didn’t help much. He was standing in a crouch behind her; his thick thighs framing her round buttocks. His c**k found its target straight away and then he just pushed. Madame Emily made a strangled sort of noise that sounded like she was in a lot of pain and that was played out in her screwed up face. She turned her head to me. “Rub my clitty darling. There’s a good girl.” My hand obediently flicked straight between her legs and I could feel the tension in her muscles. A couple of rubs though and she suddenly relaxed. Her moans, which were synched to the pumping c**k in her arse, lightened and it actually sounded like she was enjoying it

All too soon it was my turn and I began to physically shake as he moved behind me and I felt his rubbery helmet head lodge into my butt crack. Emily was all over me. Not only did she return the c**t massage but she kissed my shoulder and neck and snuggled into me. He pushed forward and all I felt was an incredible pressure building against my poo hole. Then, all of a sudden, something gave way and he was inside me. A sharp pain raced up my back but it was laced with something entirely different. He got all the way into my arse and then backed off. The next thrust still hurt but there was more of the other stuff. Then it was just the other stuff. My head was full of stars and my stomach butterflies. I just felt so incredibly… amazing. I relaxed into the mattress and let out a long, contented moan as he began to batter the s**t out of me. “Ohhhhhhh! God!”

I swear I lost consciousness for a while but at the same time I was still back in the room. I could hear a sharp slapping sound like the retort of a bullwhip and was vaguely aware that it was his solid muscle hitting my relatively soft behind. He grabbed the back of my neck in a vice-like grip that mushed my face into the bed. Somehow that just made me hornier and hornier. I looked to the side to see Madame Emily desperately wanking off as she watched my defilement and that just made me hotter.

All of a sudden I blew! “Oh f**k! Oh f**k! Yeeeeeeees!” I felt my sphincter clamp around that magnificent c**k and then my whole body began to twitch in the most amazing orgasm. Then I really did black out!

When I came to, I was in Madame Emily’s arms and Master Antonovich was standing over us fully dressed. “You have an audition next Thursday,” he told me. “Your ballet instructor will tell you what you need to know.” Then he turned on his heel and left.

Madame Emily kissed my forehead. “You are going to be amazing,” she said, reaching over to squeeze my tit. “Now, how about making me c*m again before I take you home!”