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I was late as per usual.

Madame Balashov formerly of some obscure St. Petersburg Ballet Company, but given her age, I think it was before it was called Petrograd or Leningrad, not the most recent name flip in the 90’s... would castigate my tardiness again.

Frick I only wanted the ballet skills and drills to improve my sex life...I wasn’t touring the world dancing...maybe a cock fest tour one day...but not frickin pirouettes like a music box.

You have no idea unless you’ve done ballet or done a ballerina in a tight alley or alcove just how useful and raunchy formal dance is to a sex life. Shit you can stretch your body in all sorts of directions for great sex, awesome deep penetration and pussy pleasing angles.

I was late because I had had quality girl on girl time with my music teacher’s niece Gabby...alone this time...not with some randy old music teacher sticking a maraca up my butt.

“Well hello” I said because shit... Madame Balacrap had transformed from the ugly ducking into full on Swan Lake...well her replacement was frickin gorgeous and I love frickin gorgeous in a girl...and Gabby was already a pleasant memory from the previous hour...such is the whirl of sex in my life.

Christ I’ll need a fuck diary to keep up with myself soon...Nope...waste of time that could be spent enjoying myself with a girl or boy...or in this case a sensational woman.

There are good looking women and there are stunning women...this ballet instructor would dominate the latter category. The only ultra turn on women I’d seen of this fuck me dead standard were some online Thai ladyboys.

Shit I got the strip me naked look back straight away...hot, hot...hot. Plus an extended hand for an introduction...Mmm: I thought: more a male gesture but touch is touch initiated.

“Glad to meet you Fallon...its Julia...replacing Viktoriya ...who sends her apologies”

Strong hands too...almost masculine.

The old bag Balashov had nothing to apologise for...Julia was built to play with and I’m a player.

I got changed pronto...nothing like desire to speed up your actions.

I was loose and limber and relaxed at the bar...warm ups...yeah they were meaningful today because I was showing off...not my ballet skills...pretty ordinary actually... but my hot little bod...I’m a wicked, filthy package of action and Julia looked full of surprises too.

God her tits were perfectly round...and I knew it wasn’t a frickin lift or padded bra...you just know when great tits are in your presence...I mean they looked so frickin good...it was surely a boob job...but hey...great tits are great tits...full stop.

Her dark hair was in a ponytail and she had a tall hourglass figure. I couldn’t understand why the bitch was a teacher and not in some company...dominating the stage and the backstage with that stunning butt.

Julia was perving on me...but not quite what I expected...she had a goddamn arse fetish by the looks of it...I mean she was staring at my butt. I know my butt is great and I love arseplay and a good arse fuck leaves me happily exhausted...but most girls don’t start there.

I stretched along the bar...I mean I really stretched along the bar...If Julia had been ‘Julian’ his cock would have popped the seams...so frickin splayed was I...I knew she would get wet between her legs when she thought of my available pussy...just a leotard stretched thinness away.

Well ...No...It looked like a butt play day...Julia just didn’t deviate her eyes from my mini crack...the further I gripped down the bar and super splayed myself.

Then she was behind me...holding my hips...and saying: on pretext...”Stretch it out...a little more”

I exhaled deeply as I made the effort...her hands on my hips...making me so randy.

“Fallon...you have the cutest butt I’ve seen in a long, long time...can I touch it” said Julia.

I was used to the surprise of grab and grope...especially from girls in the change rooms...women usually just know with a glance to take a handful because they can’t control themselves anyway...and small talk is a waste of foreplay time.

She asked like a guy...strange indeed.

“Uhuh “I said as I eased down from the bar.

I wasn’t making myself hard to get...but boy I really had that need for something hard...I’d done my girl on girl for today...oh well ...girl it was again...sexual swings and roundabouts would even it up...soon enough.

Well I accepted instantly her massaging boobies pressed into my back, firmly. I luxuriated too in my own breasts being squeezed together under my leotard...But not what happened next:

And it wasn’t the sweet happiness of my leotard being eased down my body to the floor...I enjoy my naked self and sharing my slutty body...

“SWEET JESUS” I exclaimed... realising it was a boner rubbing against my naked arse cheeks and delving into my dual cracks between my instantaneously wet thighs... but that was all lost; as were words too as my body was overpowered by my mind in sexual escalation. I was in rapid near panting breathes as a frickin cock took me by surprise between my legs.

There is the expected ...a girl’s soft fingery touch on your pussy...I loved that... I had anticipated it today...but cock...cock drives me wild...here was the forbidden combination of feminine softness and male hardness in one person...Where God’s dual separate creations were added too... I fleetingly thought....There was on earth... after all...a man made third sex...

And I was high; immediately, as my first shemale experience developed.

I had to see Julia’s cock.

I saw it and was instantly in love with it. Hard, ready and available for my mouth.

A ladyboy whore and a trashy slut...we had recognized each other’s character instantly ...even if I hadn’t got all the body parts right... based on my first college girl innocent look.

Julia was groaning softly as I gave a great head job. I was bending over so the bitch could tease my arse open with her fingers.

We were then facing each other; I lifted one leg easily hooking it around her waist...the body to body touch was sensational...soft tits moulding into each other ...yet hardness slotted quickly into my wet coochie...she and male were delivering excellent sensations.

I was however completely wound up for something over the top.

I eased off Julia’s cock...but only to limber stretch my leg right over her shoulder...god were two bodies excited now...as her cock got in my cunt at a brain dizzying angle of astonishing repeated pleasure.

Of course I couldn’t fuckin sustain the pose...but hell I gave it a bloody good frickin go.

There was nothing for it but to jump up on Julia’s thighs and wrap my legs around her...my arms around her neck.

“Oh shove it in my arse...let’s get this into overdrive” I said.

I liked the darker side of sex...the unusual...the unexpected...the edgy...hell this was kinky edgy and I was unstoppable.
I was ready for a big fat enticing entrant and entertainment in my tight arse hole.

There was an explosive melding of flesh...a girl on a mission to do it all...a ballet teacher with an engorged rod needing a tight comfort spot.

It was a doubly raw powerful moment for two.

“Sweet mother fucker” I actually screamed as I was pecker jabbed and stabbed into.

Julia had a dominating male thrust... delivering to my sensitive constriction; powerful pumping cock work... there was shaped held tightness with each stroke.

Fuck I’m a tight arsed bitch where a bitch needs to be tightest.

I had however; that momentary sensation when I felt my insides were being drawn out...my whole arse was a super sensitive erogenous zone.

“Oh my God...Ohh...Ohh...Ohh” Fucks knows what kept me together.

My body gave me one of the most stirring orgasms of my life because I was finally for the first time in my life: a sex object... I felt I was reduced to just being an arse being fucked...but in the end...It was my end...my tail pipe... it was my arse...my tender sensitive arse getting pounded...and it defined me...Fallon.

It was so frickin enjoyable ...I knew I was going to have a rare anal orgasm...it helped that Julia’s finger hit my g spot from a new angle...fuck she was deep in my arse...way deeper than any guy. The pleasure was radiating thrillingly around my whole body...enlivening all my skin...I was aware of my whole self in totality.

A tingly receptive feeling was welling and swelling in my arse and fingered pussy.

“Oh you bugger...I’m cumming...I’m fuckin cumming” And yes I frickin came...super strong.

Julia kept buggerising my humming arse and caned my gawped crack with rapid jolts of jizz.

Well I was beyond any sort of practice after that effort and we sat and talked about life as Julian and Julia...I’ve always been unhealthy interested in the variety of sexual predilections in the world.

Soon: my hour was up...we swapped phone numbers.

I was then bouncing happily down the stairs from the second floor studio.

Mmm: where to take this? What to make of it? Boys...yes... I’d always like boys and cocks...Girls...oh they just melt me...

Shemales...I smiled... Yeah... I’d be back for more.

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