~ADULT WARNING~~~
~~ADULT WARNING~~
~~~ADULT WARNING~
Dancing her pirouette, she began spinning and twisting along the wooden floor boards. Her pink pointe slippers lightly gliding and sliding along the floor. She smiles bright, hearing the chorus in the music pick up. The melody was soft and gentle, almost whispering in her ear like a lover. How she loved dancing to wind instruments and strings, he contrast of sound invigorated her to move faster. She knelt down on her knees, then leaped into the air and spread her legs open, feeling her tights clinging to her body and her leotard riding up against her crotch as she landed on her feet, then spun around. Just then she realized she had to go to the bathroom. She excused herself from the class and went down the hallway to the bathrooms.
She pulled down the straps of her leotard all the way to her knees, then rolled her tights down to her thighs before she sat down on the cold plastic seat. A Shiver ran up her spine and she quivered at the release of her urine. Watching it mindlessly as it rained down into the water and rippled. She blushed and realized that while she was dancing she was having erotic thoughts, thinking about someone she was very attracted to, but couldn't express her true feelings, even though they have been together for a while now. She finished urinating and grabbed a handful of tissue and began rubbing her womanhood, the slight brush against her aroused clit made her blush and moan slightly, becoming embarrassed at herself. Her body was eager for something foreign but she didn't know what to do with herself so she stood up, dropping the tissue into the toilet before pulling up her tights. Feeling the clinging material wrapping around her thighs and womanhood once again, and blushed more as she pulled her leotard upward, fitting snuggly in the fold of her butt cheeks and vaginal lips. She reluctently pulled the wedgie free from her crotch and sighed as she flushed the toilet and went back to class.
As she opened the Dance Hall door, she noticed everyone was gone. Maybe they all went on break, or maybe the teacher had some business to deal with. So she decided to continue practicing until someone from class came back to get her, or the teacher returned to lock up the studio. She went over to the barre and stretch her muscles out before she continued to dance again. The room was perfectly silent, she could hear everything, but she blocked it out of her mind and began to imagine music playing so she could keep the pace.
As she finished stretching against the barre, she stepped back and began to practice her allegro, jumping, twisting spinning and moving in a furry along the floor, the fast pace of the music in her mind picked up, and the studio disappeared as she began to enjoy dancing even more. She moved all around the studio hall, shifting, stirring and spinning around happily. Then suddenly she dropped to her knees, panting and moaning quietly as she realized that while she was dancing her leotard and tights were ridding upward into her crotch, teasing her womanhood and making a small patch of wetness soak the front of her leotard. She moaned as she pulled it free from her body. Shaking her head she stood up and sighed. What was coming over her, why was she getting so excited and horny all of a sudden. She asked herself these questions as she bent over and began to tighten the ribbons from her slippers around her legs, making sure they weren't loose or she could hurt herself.
As she stood there fixing her slippers she was startled to feel something running down her thighs something light. She looked between her legs and saw a familiar face kneeling down behind her. She was frozen in place with excitement and embarrassment. She could feel his fingertips dragging across her tights, tracing his finger along the trail of wetness that had slowly dripped down from her leotard while she was dancing. Her face flushed to a dark crimson shade. She moaned and closed her eyes tightly at the sudden feeling of him poking his fingers at her crotch, stuffing he spandex material in between the folds of her pussylips and questioned if she always gets this excited from dancing. Or if she only gets this horny from knowing that he was watching her dance. She was so embarrassed, she had no idea that he was actually watching her, and meanwhile he had noticed that she was getting aroused from all of her movements.
He stood up behind her, unzipping his pants and brushing something stiff and hard against her bottom. It wasn't his fingers, it was something thicker than his fingers, and it was warm. All she could do was wonder what it could be, still frozen in place until she felt him reaching under her leotard, grabbing her tights and rolled them down as far as he could, then pulled her leotard away, exposing her naked, shaved, and smooth womanhood. She gasped and squirmed a little but couldn't say anything.
He grabbed her waist and moved closer, that hard, warm object poked and pressed against her most protected and secretive of places. She gasped and moaned out as the tip of his manhood slowly and gently forced its way inside of her womanhood. She cringed and squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the painful girth of his member and groaned loudly. She has never experienced this before. Being molested and taken advantage of during her ballet class. She wondered again where everyone went, bu secretly to herself, she begged fate not to be interrupted until he had finished making her into a woman.
As she stood there bending over, his manhood pushed deep inside of her opening, sliding into her until every inch of his thick long member was swallowed whole by her body. Her pussylips squeezing his shaft tightly as her insides sucked the tip of his cock. She moaned loudly and arched her back, her womanhood opened even wider, giving him more access to her insides as he began to thrust back and forth.
Her womanhood was eager to take him into her body. She couldn't control herself anymore, her lustful passion began to take control of her, forcing her to rock back and forth in pace with his thrusting. She moaned and groaned with pleasure and excitement. Her womanhood was dripping with juices around his shaft as he continue sliding back and forth with better ease. This was all too much for her, her mind couldn't accept all the pleasure he was giving her, she screamed and begged for him to go faster, deeper, fill her insides with his manhood.
He reached around her body, slipping his hands into the top of her leotard, grabbing her perky breasts, squeezing those soft mounds of flesh, plucking and pinching her nipples tightly. She moaned louder and louder, loving everything he did to her body. She longed for this ever since she was mature enough to enjoy this. And now it finally came. His hands moved all over her body, playing with her clit, stroking her pussylips as he pushed his manhood inside of her, pinching her nipples, squeezing her breasts hard and tight, and caressing her tights up and down.
Her mind filled with all these new emotions, feelings, and unexpressed passion, she was losing her mind to pleasure, but she enjoyed every moment of it. She could feel his manhood getting bigger and bigger as it pulsated inside of her.
She began to cry tears of lust and passion as the friction of his manhood sliding back and forth inside of her made her feel as though her womanhood was catching on fire. His thrusts became faster and faster. She could feel every inch of her insides clinging to his shaft as it pushed into her depths.
Her mind exploded with passionate lust, she could feel a massive powerful wave rip through her body, sending shivers throughout every nerve inside of her. Her skin tingled with pleasure as she came. Her wetness and cum erupted from her womanhood showering so much wetness on his manhood, her leotard, and her tights. She imagined that she had urinated on herself and him, but the feeling of pleasure was so strong that she collapsed to the ground, into her puddle of cum and enjoyed every moment of it as she panted and fainted from being exhausted.
As she fell to the floor, he grabbed his shaft in his hand and finished masturbating in front of her. His member pulsated and shot cum all over her body, showering ho, sticky and white cum on her face, into her hair, and all over her leotard and tights. Even though she was unconscious, she could feel him showering cum onto her excited body. It felt so good, her body arched and more cum oozed out of her womanhood, down her tights and onto the floor. Every inch of her body was pleased.
He knelt down, picking up her shivering and convulsing body and carried her out of the dance studio and into the dressing room. He stripped her naked, and left her there laying on the bench and collected her clothing. But before she could wake up, he sat down in front of her, spread her legs apart and began flicking his tongue all over her womanhood, sucking on her clit, and drinking up every last droplet of cum from the surface. But every time he flicked his tongue across her womanhood she would shiver again and more cum would ooze from her insides. It was a hopeless battle to keep her clean, but he didn't stop. He loved her delicious taste and continued to devour her womanhood whole.
~~ADULT WARNING~~
~~~ADULT WARNING~
Dancing her pirouette, she began spinning and twisting along the wooden floor boards. Her pink pointe slippers lightly gliding and sliding along the floor. She smiles bright, hearing the chorus in the music pick up. The melody was soft and gentle, almost whispering in her ear like a lover. How she loved dancing to wind instruments and strings, he contrast of sound invigorated her to move faster. She knelt down on her knees, then leaped into the air and spread her legs open, feeling her tights clinging to her body and her leotard riding up against her crotch as she landed on her feet, then spun around. Just then she realized she had to go to the bathroom. She excused herself from the class and went down the hallway to the bathrooms.
She pulled down the straps of her leotard all the way to her knees, then rolled her tights down to her thighs before she sat down on the cold plastic seat. A Shiver ran up her spine and she quivered at the release of her urine. Watching it mindlessly as it rained down into the water and rippled. She blushed and realized that while she was dancing she was having erotic thoughts, thinking about someone she was very attracted to, but couldn't express her true feelings, even though they have been together for a while now. She finished urinating and grabbed a handful of tissue and began rubbing her womanhood, the slight brush against her aroused clit made her blush and moan slightly, becoming embarrassed at herself. Her body was eager for something foreign but she didn't know what to do with herself so she stood up, dropping the tissue into the toilet before pulling up her tights. Feeling the clinging material wrapping around her thighs and womanhood once again, and blushed more as she pulled her leotard upward, fitting snuggly in the fold of her butt cheeks and vaginal lips. She reluctently pulled the wedgie free from her crotch and sighed as she flushed the toilet and went back to class.
As she opened the Dance Hall door, she noticed everyone was gone. Maybe they all went on break, or maybe the teacher had some business to deal with. So she decided to continue practicing until someone from class came back to get her, or the teacher returned to lock up the studio. She went over to the barre and stretch her muscles out before she continued to dance again. The room was perfectly silent, she could hear everything, but she blocked it out of her mind and began to imagine music playing so she could keep the pace.
As she finished stretching against the barre, she stepped back and began to practice her allegro, jumping, twisting spinning and moving in a furry along the floor, the fast pace of the music in her mind picked up, and the studio disappeared as she began to enjoy dancing even more. She moved all around the studio hall, shifting, stirring and spinning around happily. Then suddenly she dropped to her knees, panting and moaning quietly as she realized that while she was dancing her leotard and tights were ridding upward into her crotch, teasing her womanhood and making a small patch of wetness soak the front of her leotard. She moaned as she pulled it free from her body. Shaking her head she stood up and sighed. What was coming over her, why was she getting so excited and horny all of a sudden. She asked herself these questions as she bent over and began to tighten the ribbons from her slippers around her legs, making sure they weren't loose or she could hurt herself.
As she stood there fixing her slippers she was startled to feel something running down her thighs something light. She looked between her legs and saw a familiar face kneeling down behind her. She was frozen in place with excitement and embarrassment. She could feel his fingertips dragging across her tights, tracing his finger along the trail of wetness that had slowly dripped down from her leotard while she was dancing. Her face flushed to a dark crimson shade. She moaned and closed her eyes tightly at the sudden feeling of him poking his fingers at her crotch, stuffing he spandex material in between the folds of her pussylips and questioned if she always gets this excited from dancing. Or if she only gets this horny from knowing that he was watching her dance. She was so embarrassed, she had no idea that he was actually watching her, and meanwhile he had noticed that she was getting aroused from all of her movements.
He stood up behind her, unzipping his pants and brushing something stiff and hard against her bottom. It wasn't his fingers, it was something thicker than his fingers, and it was warm. All she could do was wonder what it could be, still frozen in place until she felt him reaching under her leotard, grabbing her tights and rolled them down as far as he could, then pulled her leotard away, exposing her naked, shaved, and smooth womanhood. She gasped and squirmed a little but couldn't say anything.
He grabbed her waist and moved closer, that hard, warm object poked and pressed against her most protected and secretive of places. She gasped and moaned out as the tip of his manhood slowly and gently forced its way inside of her womanhood. She cringed and squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the painful girth of his member and groaned loudly. She has never experienced this before. Being molested and taken advantage of during her ballet class. She wondered again where everyone went, bu secretly to herself, she begged fate not to be interrupted until he had finished making her into a woman.
As she stood there bending over, his manhood pushed deep inside of her opening, sliding into her until every inch of his thick long member was swallowed whole by her body. Her pussylips squeezing his shaft tightly as her insides sucked the tip of his cock. She moaned loudly and arched her back, her womanhood opened even wider, giving him more access to her insides as he began to thrust back and forth.
Her womanhood was eager to take him into her body. She couldn't control herself anymore, her lustful passion began to take control of her, forcing her to rock back and forth in pace with his thrusting. She moaned and groaned with pleasure and excitement. Her womanhood was dripping with juices around his shaft as he continue sliding back and forth with better ease. This was all too much for her, her mind couldn't accept all the pleasure he was giving her, she screamed and begged for him to go faster, deeper, fill her insides with his manhood.
He reached around her body, slipping his hands into the top of her leotard, grabbing her perky breasts, squeezing those soft mounds of flesh, plucking and pinching her nipples tightly. She moaned louder and louder, loving everything he did to her body. She longed for this ever since she was mature enough to enjoy this. And now it finally came. His hands moved all over her body, playing with her clit, stroking her pussylips as he pushed his manhood inside of her, pinching her nipples, squeezing her breasts hard and tight, and caressing her tights up and down.
Her mind filled with all these new emotions, feelings, and unexpressed passion, she was losing her mind to pleasure, but she enjoyed every moment of it. She could feel his manhood getting bigger and bigger as it pulsated inside of her.
She began to cry tears of lust and passion as the friction of his manhood sliding back and forth inside of her made her feel as though her womanhood was catching on fire. His thrusts became faster and faster. She could feel every inch of her insides clinging to his shaft as it pushed into her depths.
Her mind exploded with passionate lust, she could feel a massive powerful wave rip through her body, sending shivers throughout every nerve inside of her. Her skin tingled with pleasure as she came. Her wetness and cum erupted from her womanhood showering so much wetness on his manhood, her leotard, and her tights. She imagined that she had urinated on herself and him, but the feeling of pleasure was so strong that she collapsed to the ground, into her puddle of cum and enjoyed every moment of it as she panted and fainted from being exhausted.
As she fell to the floor, he grabbed his shaft in his hand and finished masturbating in front of her. His member pulsated and shot cum all over her body, showering ho, sticky and white cum on her face, into her hair, and all over her leotard and tights. Even though she was unconscious, she could feel him showering cum onto her excited body. It felt so good, her body arched and more cum oozed out of her womanhood, down her tights and onto the floor. Every inch of her body was pleased.
He knelt down, picking up her shivering and convulsing body and carried her out of the dance studio and into the dressing room. He stripped her naked, and left her there laying on the bench and collected her clothing. But before she could wake up, he sat down in front of her, spread her legs apart and began flicking his tongue all over her womanhood, sucking on her clit, and drinking up every last droplet of cum from the surface. But every time he flicked his tongue across her womanhood she would shiver again and more cum would ooze from her insides. It was a hopeless battle to keep her clean, but he didn't stop. He loved her delicious taste and continued to devour her womanhood whole.