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Soccer Practice. Clarinet Rehearsal. Anal Practice. Ballet Recital. Dinner. Homework.
It’s 4:25pm, and she’s still lively as she trots to the van.
How I admire her youth. Had I gone through a full day of classes only to follow up with an intense soccer practice, I would already be physically spent. But not her. And the day is only half done.
She hops into the backseat, a huge smile on her face with sweat and grass stains on her side. This was her favorite activity of the day. Maybe second favorite.
There is no time to wash the earthy smell off of her as clarinet rehearsal starts in less than 15 minutes, and we are a 20 minute drive away. The back of the van will have to make do as a moving changing station.
I watch from the rear view mirror as she slides her long white athletic socks from her slender but tight legs only to grab a pair of formal black stockings, bunching them around her toes before she drags them slowly up her thigh.
I struggle to steady the car as I try to view the back of the car and the middle of the road at the same time. This, in turn, makes for a bumpy ride, tossing her side to side in the backseat which only makes her undress and dress even slower.
Off comes the soccer jersey, the slightly sun-tanned skin of her torso still glistening from perspiration before it is covered with a white button dress to match her band uniform. Then the long black dress goes over the shirt and dirty athletic shorts which she does not bother to remove given our busy schedule.
We finally make it to the hall at 5pm, only 15 minutes late this time. The car hasn’t even fully stopped before she slides open the passenger side door and hops out with the giant black case that holds her musical instrument.
After I park the car, I join the rest of the tired audience nestled in one corner as they listen to the rehearsal. I roll my eyes as they feign support for their young musicians to what can only be described as a squeaky concert with a small semblance of classical music in between.
This is the hardest part of the afternoon for myself as all I can think about is ballet recital at 7:15pm and the short time we have before that. Especially what happens before that.
I find myself writhing in the seat with anxiety as each interlude delays the rehearsal. We’re running late today as the instructor wishes to clean up the string quartet.
I don’t care about the string quartet.
I just want to hurry to the next practice session of the day, the best one of the day.
Finally, the last squeaky violin strum of the afternoon and the recital ends. She knows my urgency and anticipation, and her clarinet is the first of the instruments from her band to be packed in its over-sized case. We rush out together, barely saying our superficial salutations to the other musicians and audience before we hop into the van.
It’s 6:20pm. We’re 20 minutes late today. That means 20 minutes less for the following practice.
It is the same fast-paced routine as before. No time for pit stops. The engine hadn’t even started before she was in the backseat, bent over the cushion as she dug in the back of the van. First is the makeup kit, blush and eyeliner to make herself look like the same monotonous, doll-like dancer as the others at the recital. Then her hair, tidying her shoulder-length brown hair before turning it into a round bun at the back of her head. Then the tiara. Apparently, they will be dancing with the tiaras this afternoon.
Luckily, there is little traffic, and I arrive at the studio before she can even finish adjusting her pink tutu. It is a discreet box building that one can never distinguish as the sophisticated dance studio inside unless you were within the high class club that disguised it. That works in our favor as the parking lot behind it provides an optimal location.
It is 6:30pm. Ballet lessons doesn’t start until 7:15pm. But we have one more activity before then.
I pull the van all the way at the rear of the lot, wedging it in between the chain link fence and the large bus they used to travel cross county for more seclusion. Not that it matters. I tinted the passenger windows of the van for a reason.
She is dressed in her ballet attire from the waist up, complete with skin tight, long sleeve shirt, pink tutu and make up. Below, she is still wearing the ratty soccer shorts that she wore all afternoon under her musical band dress. She first rids herself of her soccer shorts before removing her undergarments, leaving her half-dressed as a ballerina on the top, half-nude below the waist. Hair bare crotch sports just the tiniest of pubic hair patches in between smooth skin. But before she can put on her ballet leggings and shoes, we have to practice.
She knows this, giving me the awkward smirk to let me know she is ready. She assumes the position, bending over the backseat, allowing me to maneuver within the rear of the van with her.
I have had to shield the stiff bulge within my pants since clarinet rehearsals. There is no need for a warm up in today’s practice. As soon as I unbutton and lower the zipper, my erection flings out like a catapult, ready and eager for the most important after school activity of the day.
‘Are you ready for practice?’ I politely ask.
‘Yes. Wait. Ok,’ she squeaks quietly and hesitantly, her words muffled as she presses her face down onto the back seat.
‘Honey, we need to work on your form.’
She takes my cue and props her petite little rump even higher. Her small slit is presented to me. It is pink, tight and compact, but that is for another time, another practice. This afternoon, it is about the smaller brown hole above it.
Each and every time, I still stare at it in disbelief, that this tiny puckered star can fit my massive cock inside. I revel in this moment each and every time before commencing.
‘Are you forgetting something?’ I ask her.
Her head pops up briefly from the seat to ponder my request.
‘Oh… oh yeah,’ she responds sweetly but nervously before turning around to face the large cock pointed directly at her. She hocks back and spits as much as she can on the very tip before giving it a small kiss. She then turns right back around, bending over the seat in her starting position. ‘I almost forgot. Man that would have hurt,’ she jokes playfully.
Now I’m ready. I press the very tip just at the entrance, the slobber-coated, enlarged head filling the crevice that leads to its entry. It takes quite a push before I can slip it in, her own saliva helping its penetration. Just the tip as I warm up the little ballerina of mine.
‘Now I was proud of how you worked last time, but we still have more work to do,’ I remind her of her previous practices. ‘Last time, I could only get it in half way. Let’s work hard to see if we can do better than that.’
With that last pep talk, I push in deeper, the veins of my shaft instantly being hugged tightly by the clenching walls of her tight asshole. I witness her fingers squeeze tightly into nothing and her toes curl into the soles of her feet as she gets past just the first hurdle. I know she can do better than this.
‘That’s good, dear. Just like we practiced.’
I push in more, feeling her clench even more around my member. It is a firm and muscular grasp, unlike that of her tight snatch.
Practice makes perfect. I am going to push a little harder today. I continue my first slow thrust, trying to push further into her rectum. She struggles, but she is diligent, allowing me to get almost 3/4 of my length in before her tiny hands shoot back to hold my hips from going in any further.
‘That’s great, dear. A new depth today,’ I congratulate her. But we’re not done. ‘We need to work hard to get better, ok?’
As I draw back from our record-breaking penetration, she does not relax. She knows what comes next: another insertion and then another and another.
Each push inside her asshole is just as tight as the last, yet my speed and power increase with each dive in between her tiny cheeks.
What a good little student, always trying to improve. Last time, it took only 5 or 6 thrusts before she began to relent her anal lesson. This afternoon, it isn’t until the the 11th or 12th plow deep inside her asshole before she could no longer hold back her wailing, her lip-biting grunts turning into full open-mouth shrieks with each thrust inside her.
But she knows her teacher loves those. It sounds more beautiful than her amateur clarinet playing.
6:45pm. Before I knew it, we are halfway through our lesson. Time flies for the anal instructor, but it probably stands still for the little ballerina as her anus gets pummeled. I know it would take a few minutes for her gaping hole to recover to a point where she can at least walk into ballet class so I felt some urgency to finish on my part.
‘We need to finish our lesson strong, ok dear?’ I inform her. ‘Try your hardest, you’re doing great so far.’
She does not respond, her eyes still rolled in to the back of head, the straight eyeliner she just put on begins to cloud messily at the corners from a few tears. She probably does not hear me, her body consumed by the thick 7′ of cock that I could manage to shove deep into her rear. There still are a few more inches to spare.
I repeat my instructions, ‘Get ready, young pupil. We’re going to finish strong!’
‘…UGH…. MPPPH…. AHHH… oh…. kay…’ she manages to whimper briefly in between a few grunts and hard thrusts.
I ready myself for the climax by maneuvering myself within the back of the van. I arch higher over her, raising both feet from the car mats and planting them up on the seat cushions. I lean over further until my torso hovers over hers as she raises her ass higher but buries her face deeper into the back seat to muffle what should be louder screams. From this position, my enormous cock is pointed downward and directly into the path of her insides. I should be able to get deeper.
‘Ready?’ I ask.
I did not bother to wait for a response. I commence the best part of our anal lesson, the hard ass fucking that was meant to push her beyond her previous limits. This is an amazing lesson for my student. I am still surprised that her little shithole, which could barely take just the tip before complaining just a few weeks ago, is now taking more than half of my fat cock harder, faster and deeper than ever before. These scheduled backseat anal lessons have worked wonders.
My little student struggles mightily, but keeps up with the lesson. Doing her best to finish the painful part of the lesson, her writhing hands, scratching and clawing to blindly clasp for anything in the backseat, manages to grip the seat belt. She pulls it in to her screeching mouth, her teeth biting down into the strip until the edges began to fray. It does little to muffle her full blown anal orgasms or alleviate her pain, but as far as I am concerned, she is getting extra credit for it this lesson.
‘Good girl… good girl… Are you ready for your reward?’ I struggle to murmur as well, my breath shortened by the greater exertion to pound her backside.
It isn’t long until I can no longer hold back, the first spurt of thick white cum exploding out as I maintain the thrusts that got me there. The second and third ejaculations share the same f***e as I feel the warmth of my own seed lathered back onto my shaft as I coat the inside of the vice-like walls of her rear cavity.
Even as I feel my energy draining, I keep up with each thrust to maximize what little time we have for our lesson. My little pupil’s screams grow louder as she seemingly feels the hot fluids quickly filling her bowels.
Finally, the remainder of semen emerge like a slow seepage rather than spurt, to let us both know the lesson is over. I don’t pull out just yet, leaving my tired but still hard cock inside her asshole. Its quivering and twitching are restrained by the muscles of her sphincter. I wish to review and enjoy the lesson we just had.
I draw back slowly. Very very slowly. She lays still, her face and belly flat on the backseat, her naked young ass still arched over.
7:18pm. We exceeded the time for our anal lesson, and she is already late for ballet recital. But there is no urgency on her part as she remains face flat in the van completely exhausted. It is I that has to slip on her underwear and leggings over her bent over but limp body before lacing her ballet slippers to her feet.
After a few minutes, she wrestles enough strength to turn slightly over onto her side, careful not to sit down squarely on her sore ass. A few wipes of her cheeks to rid herself of her dripping makeup and the car door is slid open for her to exit the van.
I watch as she walks gingerly to the entrance of the dance studio as I clean myself up and follow behind her.
8:21pm.
It is a difficult ballet recital. I can not tell if she is just not cut out to be a ballerina or if it is the ache that still lingers in between her ass cheeks. She struggles with some of the basic movements, her face visibly wincing as she is f***ed to clench her used butthole just so she could spin around.
I am wincing myself as I am again f***ed to listen to the boring crowd around me cheer for their own little ballerinas in this recital. To escape their blabbering, I try my best to focus on a dance routine that I do not care for.
Then I see it.
From across the studio, it is as clear as day for me.
Under the tutu.
A long string of glistening white goo leaked out slowly but steadily from her backside and down her thigh.
I turn away and back toward the audience. I feel as if they all can see it too. I feel as if they had to have seen my own creampie visibly emerge from one of the dancers. Alas, they keep cheering and smiling, blissfully unaware of the spectacle.
I turn back to my dancing student. She struggles with another dance movement as the stream of cum continues to trickle out, inching lower and lower from her asshole and down her leg.
I am finally a fan of ballet.
8:45pm. Ballet recital ends. The two of us do not bother with false goodbyes, and leave the studio quickly. She rushes straight to the van to quickly wipe the stickiness from her leg and within her ass crack. I drive home with the widest smile, visible from the rear view mirror.
9:45pm. The day is finally over. No more school, no more classes, no more rehearsals. Dinner was made and eaten. All that is left was rest for tomorrow.
My little student, being the dedicated one that she is, stays up later than usual. Her nose is planted in between a textbook as she studies diligently for her classes tomorrow. Good little girl.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
I gently tap on the slightly open door to her bedroom. ‘I see you are studying. May I say how proud I am of you,’ I just had to tell her before telling her good night.
‘Thanks. I tried my hardest,’ she confesses with an innocent but uncertain look as if she is still not convinced of her performance.
‘Your hardest is all that I can ask for,’ I assure her. ‘Well… Good night.’
‘Good night,’ she repeats.
I walk a mere two steps away from her door before spinning right back around. Her focus was back on the text book as she lays on the bed, her feet dangling up in the air behind her with her stomach flat on the bedsheet. She had not noticed me staring at her intently at her. especially her backside, her colorful pajamas fitting snug around her little rump.
‘Actually…’ I interrupt which startles the little girl before me. ‘We DO have another lesson for tonight.’
She stares back utterly perplexed.
‘This afternoon was great, but we have a ways to go… You still can’t take the entire length of my cock inside you. I think it’s time to practice some more.’
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