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The Virgin Chronicles - 14
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)
***
These stories are a series of accounts of young teen
girls losing their virginity and discovering the world
of sex. 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...
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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.
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