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In Part 14, Bobbie and Brandi are twin ballet dancers who share everything, even their first time together. (mff, teens, youths, 1st, mast, oral) *** Part 14 - Ballerinas Bobbie and Brandi My name is Bobbie. I have an identical twin sister named Brandi. At the time of this story we were thirteen-years old and in seventh grade. We were identical in every way. We were both 4 feet, 6 inches tall with medium length light brown hair, which we often wore in a bun. We loved Ballet dancing and had been doing it for many years. Both of us had dancers' bodies that were tall and thin. We reached puberty last year so our breasts were becoming nice B-cups while our hips were filling out well. Our weekly ballet classes had a mixture of boys and girls. Ever since puberty, my sister and I had become interested in boys. Brandi and I enjoyed prancing around the studio in our leotards, checking out the boys in their tight shorts and sleeveless tank tops. We always noticed the bulges in their crotches as we went through our dance movements. One of the boys we noticed a lot was Paul. Paul was fourteen-years old and in eighth grade at our school. He seemed to have a particularly big bulge in his pants when around us. We both brushed against it whenever we could. Paul was experienced with girls and we would often talk to him about sex at practice. Brandi and I were both virgins but we knew a lot about sex from our friends and from the Internet. Being dancers, we were well aware of our own bodies and how they worked. We had been masturbating since last year when we discovered how good it felt while massaging our upper thighs after practice one day. Orgasms were a common experience for both of us. For the next recital, our teacher Madame Sophia split us into groups. My sister and I were paired up with Paul. We were charged with the task of making up our own short routine using all the moves we had learned to date. We met after practice to make a plan. Since none of us were the Swan Lake/Nutcracker type, we decided to go a more contemporary route in the vein of Balanchine or Jerome Robbins. We wanted to push the envelope and do a variation of Robbins's Afternoon of a Faun, which is about two dancers practicing in an empty studio in front of a mirror. The dancing becomes more and more erotic as they fixate on their images in the mirror. All this is set to the music of Debussy. Our variation involved Paul, flanked by Brandi and me, practicing in front of a mirror. Each of us would be competing for the Paul's attention through a series of sensual moves and touching. As in the original, we would be in our black leotards while the Paul would be in his black practice shorts and sleeveless crop top. We had the perfect place to practice. Our parents had converted the basement into a practice studio for Brandi and me. It had a large mirrored wall, a handrail, and a hardwood floor. It also had a state of the art sound system. We agreed to meet there Monday. *** On Monday after school, the three of us met in our basement to practice our routine. We were, of course in our ballet clothes. We felt a little nervous around Paul but were also excited. After planning the choreography, we stood in front of the mirror - me on the left, Paul in the middle, and Brandi to the right. We started the music and then went through our beginning movements. We copied the routine move per move from a video of the performance. We knew many of the moves were sensual but we wanted to seem more grown up and sophisticated then the other kids in our class. I had to admit, peering in the mirror we really looked sexy in our leotards. Brandi and my B-Cup breasts filled out the leotards quiet nicely, with just barely the hint of our nipples showing through. I was impressed at how shapely our butts had become. And the crotches of our leotards outlined our pussies' perfectly between our long smooth legs. There were no pubic hairs sticking out. We always shaved the edges of our pussy lips in order to look neat in our leotards. These images were not lost on Paul. He too noticed us and the bulge in his shorts was even bigger than we ever saw. This first sequence involved two parts. In phase one, Brandi and I danced on our toes over to Paul and hugged him alternately. Each embrace was to be more passionate than the other, as if we were competing. I was the first to hug Paul with a quick embrace. Next came Brandi who lingered longer. Then I went over and really pulled him close. Brandi countered with the same. As it went on, the hugs grew more passionate. Brandi and I pressed our breasts against Paul's chest, resulting in us turning him on more than he already was. He reacted by grinding his bulge into our crotches. We never felt anything like that before and we liked it! As much fun as this was, we stopped and proceeded to part two. This phase entailed having Paul standing behind us in turn, then reaching around and pretending to run his hands over our bodies and breasts. He was supposed to keep his hands an inch away from our bodies, just simulating a dancer's touch. Well you can imagine how that went since our antics managed to turn him on so much. Brandi was first this time and as Paul had his hands in front of her, Brandi slipped forward and his hands landed squarely on her B- Cup mounds. Since she did not pull away, he started to rub them until her nipples came to attention, poking through the thin material of her leotard. Then I took her place and Paul didn't even make a pretense to follow the script, he just went right on to rubbing my breasts. When my nipples became erect, he grabbed each of them between his fingers through the cloth. That made them stick out even further. After a while, I turned into him pressing my sensitive breasts into his chest. Again I felt his bulge press into my crotch. The feeling was just as exciting as before. Then he gave me an even bigger surprise. Paul bent down and took the nipple of my right breast into his mouth through the material of my leotard. After sucking and licking for a few minutes, he went on to the left. I felt Brandi tugging on my arm. I looked over and saw that her nipples were still erect under the leotard. She traded places with me and soon Paul was also sucking on her nipples through the fabric too. Then I noticed Brandi do something really bold. She slid her hand down and was rubbing Paul's bulge over his shorts. I had to have a feel too so I also reached over. Through the thin shorts, I could feel the outline of his hard penis. I didn't know how big a fourteen-year olds penis was supposed to be but Paul's seemed to be a good eight-inches long. As we rubbed, we could hear Paul moaning. We were happy that two thirteen-year olds could have such an effect on an older boy. Unfortunately we heard our parents upstairs coming home from work. We pulled away from Paul and decided to continue the practice the next day. *** Tuesday afternoon came and Brandy and I were eager to see how much more we could excite Paul as we all went down to the basement. The next part of our routine started with Brandi and me standing and alternately raising our legs with our toes pointed up all the way to the ceiling, right in front of Paul's face. We mischievously knew this was giving him a great view of our cloth-covered pussies'. Improvising, Paul then reached out and slowly ran both hands up our legs from our toes to the top of our thighs. When he did, the top of his palm brushed up against the crotches of our leotards. It was just a slight brush but it made each of us quiver like the first time we discovered how to masturbate. We practiced that sequence several more times. Each time his hand got bolder as it touched our pussies. Finally on one try, he left his hand right on the crotch of my leotard. When I did not pull away, he started rubbing. It felt really good. I started to moan a little and my breathing got shallow. Seeing that I was enjoying myself, Brandi then came over and stood beside me. Paul took his other hand and started rubbing her pussy the same way. He rubbed up and down our pussies, pushing the material into our slits forming cameltoes and massaging the little nubs at the top. Finally, first Brandi and then me, exploded in orgasms that made us loose our balance and fall to the floor. "Wow, that felt twice as good as when we do it to ourselves!" we exclaimed. Looking over at Paul kneeling beside us, we noticed the tip of his penis poking out of the bottom of his shorts. "Did we do that to you?" Brandi teased, touching the tip. "Are you turned on by two seventh-graders?" "You must admit," he said, "I was just rubbing both of your pussies." "Well then, we think we need to return the favor," we said as we pulled down his shorts. When we did, out sprung his hard penis. We were right. It was at least eight-inches long. As I said earlier, we knew all about sex but this was the first real penis we had ever seen and it was magnificent. We just had to have an unobstructed feel. Brandi was the first to reach out. She went right for the cockhead and felt it all over. Sliding her hand down the shaft, she went down to the base and then slid back up. I too wanted a feel so I put my hand above Brandi's and stroked in time with her. We were rubbing in long slow strokes up and down his whole eight-inches. As we did, he shifted onto his back. After a while, we heard him whisper, "faster!" We did as he instructed and soon he tensed up and we saw glob after glob of thick, white semen, spewing out of the tip of his penis. The majority hit the floor but some flowed down onto our hands. It was hot and waxy and Brandi and I were fascinated by it. Luckily we had a towel nearby, we cleaned up, pulled his shorts up, and scheduled another session for the next day. *** On Wednesday, we were starting to get concerned that we were doing more playing than practicing. We practiced the first two sections without any of the previous distractions and then proceeded to concentrate on the third. This was the most acrobatic and some would say, the most sensual. It involved Paul lifting Brandi into the air in front of him while she wrapped her legs around his neck as he twirled around on his toes. It was a move we saw in Balanchine's Argo. When Brandi slid off, I would take her place. After starting the music we planned the logistics of making the move. It involved me helping to lift Brandi so she could wrap her legs around Paul's neck as he supported her body with his hands. After some initial struggles we got it to work and Paul was able the dance for several minutes dangling Brandi around his neck. We hadn't thought about it at the time, but in this position Paul's face was right in Brandi's cloth covered pussy. The earlier routines had made her crotch slightly damp and the material had slid into her slit, forming an even more distinct cameltoe. There was also an aroma of arousal coming from her between her legs. Then it was my turn. Brandi boosted me up and now my crotch was in his face as he made several sensual dance moves around the studio. Like Brandi, the crotch of my leotard was also damp and formed a cameltoe. The look, the aroma, and the mere thought of a thirteen- year old pussy in his face must have pushed Paul over the edge. He lowered me onto my back on the floor, put his head between my legs, and ran his tongue up and down my slit over my leotard. I was in shock as his tongue pushed the material deeper into my pussy slit. When his tongue went higher and touched my clitoris, it was electric. That felt great enough, but then he did something that would feel even better. Since we had pulled down his shorts, evidentially he thought it was okay to do the same to us. Pulling aside the fabric at my crotch, he was face-to-face with my bare pussy. He took a moment to study it. Like I said earlier, my body was maturing nicely. My pussy was very well defined with plush outer lips. The dark pubic hair was so neatly trimmed it outlined my slit clearly. Then he put his mouth right on my pussy and I immediately exploded. I never had an orgasm so intense. As he let go of the material and it snapped back into place, I noticed Brandi standing above us rubbing her pussy over her leotard. We quickly switched places and after pulling aside her crotch, his mouth was now over her bare pussy. I watched attentively as his tongue ran up and down her slit, forcing her inner lips open as he worked his way down to her pussy opening. After dipping his tongue into the moisture leaking out, he worked his way up to her clitoris. I was envious that she was lasting so much longer than me. I could only imagine the feeling of his tongue on my clitoris. Then she got a real jolt. Paul took his index finger and plunged it all the way into her pussy hole while latching his lips around her clitoris. This caused an explosion the likes of which she never felt before either. As she was calming down, Paul spoke. "Brandi, from our conversations I expected you to be a virgin and to have your cherry." "Oh I am a virgin. We are both virgins," Brandi said, "our cherries broke long ago from ballet stretches." Paul seemed delighted with this news as he rolled onto his back. Seeing this, Brandi and I both got the same idea. We reached over and pulled his shorts completely off, releasing his eight-inch penis once again. This time it pointed straight up in the air. I managed to get to him first, plunging my mouth over his erect penis. I gobbled it up and down, licking my tongue along the underside of his shaft like I saw in one of my dad's porno movies. I reluctantly gave way to Brandi. I watched her as she continued sucking his penis. At one time she was even able to take him up to his balls. It was quite a sight, a seventh-grade girl with her mouth completely over the penis of an eighth-grade boy. When it was my turn, I concentrated my sucking on his cockhead. It wasn't long before I felt spurt after spurt of his hot semen shooting into my mouth. When it stopped, I pulled up trapping it all inside my mouth. Looking over to Brandi I could tell she was disappointed so I went over and placed my mouth over hers. Brandi and I always shared everything. I opened and let half of the semen flow into her mouth. We then both looked over to Paul and swallowed. It was our first taste of cum, a taste we would enjoy many times in our lives. Once again it was late and we figured we could finish the routine the next day. *** We knew that this was the last chance we had to perfect our routine before the Friday recital. Standing in front of the mirror, we looked again at each other's bodies. Brandi and I looked so natural. Our ample breasts stood out before our slim waists and rounded hips. Our plush pussies were clearly outlined atop our long legs. Paul looked like a Greek statue. Dancing had made his chest muscular and his thighs rippled. Even though flaccid, his bulge was a good six-inches, and thick. We started the music and went right into the embracing. Our passions accelerated the moment our bodies made contact but we were careful not to let it get out of hand. Next came the part where Paul simulated the touching of our breasts. Although he was supposed to keep his hands away, he couldn't help but brush slightly against each nipple. This caused him to get back his erection, which lasted the rest of the dance. Brandi and I also started to feel a familiar dampness in our pussies. The leg raises provided the next challenge to all of us. Even though covered, our pussies splayed open during each split and caused the material to go deep into our slits. It was fun teasing Paul. It took all of our resolve to keep our hands off of each other. The same was true when it came to wrapping our legs around his neck. We so wanted him to eat out pussies again. But perhaps the hardest was the last scene. It was supposed to symbolize making love through dance. As Paul lay on his back, Brandi and I would each straddle his pelvis, keeping some distance between our bodies as we leaned forward to simulate a kiss. After both of us had a turn on top, we would each fall to a side, intertwine our arms and legs, and lay still together as one as the music ended. I was the first to straddle Paul's pelvis. As I did, I felt the bulge of his penis pressing into my cloth- covered pussy. Instead of pulling away, I ground myself into him. Next it was Brandi's turn on top. Feeling his penis against her crotch, she too ground into him, even more blatantly than me. We finished in a group embrace as the music ended. All of us were flush. All of us were breathing heavily. All of us were turned on. We agreed that we needed to remember this feeling and project this passion in our performance the next day. *** Friday evening came and we were all ripe with anticipation. We were the last group to perform and watched anxiously the lame excerpts from Sleeping Beauty, Swan Lake, and The Nutcracker on stage. Finally it was our turn. The audience was surprised to see we were only in our black practice outfits but started to understand once the music of Debussy began. As we performed, we kept it sensual rather than sexual. The passion of our anticipation really showed through on stage. We were filled with sexual tension. The audience really seemed to love our performance, especially the dads. Evidently they were students of contemporary ballet interpretation. When we finished there was a standing ovation. We were very pleased. We managed to be both sensual and artistic. After the performance ended, the curtain closed leaving us alone tangled together on the semi-dark stage. We knew that the audience and other performers were headed for refreshments in the next room. Being even more turned on than ever before, Paul's penis was pressing his shorts outward. I reached down and pulled them off. The crotches of Brandi and my pussies were soaking wet. We pulled off our leotards, leaving us feeling the same way we felt at the end of yesterday. The difference was, we didn't need to hold off any longer. This time it was Brandi who climbed over Paul first. She was determined to finish what she started yesterday. Centering her pussy opening over his penis, she bore down taking him all the way in. They both gasped at the sensation as Brandi proceeded to slide herself up and down. Perhaps it was the setting or maybe it was anticipation from yesterday, but it didn't take long and Brandi exploded in her first orgasm from intercourse. She collapsed and rolled off of Paul. I crawled over and took her place. Instead of letting me stay on top, Paul rolled me onto my back and centered himself over me. He placed his penis at the entrance to my pussy and pushed forward. Being so wet, he slid easily all the way in. Even though I didn't have a hymen, there was a define feeling that I had indeed just lost my virginity. Paul started to pump in and out, slow at first and then more quickly. My thirteen-year old pussy was being filled to the hilt. Luckily Brandi and I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant. Our mom put us on the pill to control our periods for ballet. As he continued to pump in and out, I raised my legs around him and pointed my toes to the ceiling. This made him sink in real deep and I started to feel myself losing control. Suddenly I felt the walls inside my vagina start to expand and contract. As they did, I felt Paul push in deeper and start to empty a massive load of semen inside me. Before he finished he pulled out and plunged his penis into Brandi who lay at my side. He finished emptying his load into her. Like I said, we share everything together! When Paul pulled out, a stream of cum leaked from each of our thirteen-year old pussies. We cleaned up, put on our regular clothes, and went to get refreshments. Everyone was praising us about our performance. Because of this, in class we were paired up together often. That gave us the chance to get together all the time in our basement studio. More stories to come... -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 85