Ballerinas Bobbie and Brandi

My name is Bobbie. I have an identical twin sister named Brandi. At the time of this story we were twelve 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 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 black leotards and black thigh highs, checking out the boys in their tight shorts and sleeveless tank tops. We often 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 thirteen 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, between our friends and 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 are the Swan Lake/Nutcracker type, we decided to go a more contemporary route, in the vain of Balanchine or Jerome Robbins.

We wanted to push the envelope, and do a variation of Robbin'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 would be a guy, flanked by two girls, practicing in front of a mirror, each girl, competing for the guy's attention, through a series of sensual moves. As in the original, the girls would be in their black leotards and black thigh highs while the guy would be in his practice black 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 hand rail, and a hardwood floor. It also had a state of the art sound system. We agreed to meet there Monday.

***

On Monday after school, all three of us met in our basement, to plan and then start to practice our routine. We were, of course, in our ballet outfits. 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 knew many of the moves were blatantly sexual, but we copied them move per move from a video of the performance. Besides 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 crotch of our leotards, formed a perfect camel toe between our long, smooth, legs. There was no pubic hair sticking out. We always shaved the edges of our pussy lips, in order to look neat in our leotards.

These images must not have been lost on Paul. He too noticed us and the bulge had returned in his shorts.

This first sequence involved several phases. In phase one, Brandi and I, danced on our toes, over to Paul, and kissed him alternately, from me to her. Each kiss was to be more passionate than the other, as if we were competing. I was the first to kiss Paul, with a small peck. Next came Brandi, who lingered longer. Then I went over and opened my mouth and Brandi countered pushing her tongue in. As it went on, the kisses grew more passionate, and we started to embrace. Brandi and I pressed our breasts against Paul's chest, and he ground his bulge, into our crotches.

Once we realized, that we had gone far beyond our choreography, we stopped and proceeded to phase two. This phase entailed having Paul standing behind us in turn, 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. Brandi was first this time, and as Paul had his hands in front of her, Brandi leaned forward and Paul's hands landed squarely on Brandi's 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. I felt Brandi removing his top so I reached up and pulled the front of my leotard, down to my waist. As my B-Cup breasts, sprung free, he covered them with his palms. He then reached up and grabbed each of my nipples between his fingers. That made them stick out even further.

After a while, I turned into him, this time pressing my bare breasts into his bare chest. Again I felt his bulge, press into my crotch. The feeling was even more exciting than before. Then he gave me an even bigger surprise. Paul bent down and took the nipple of my right breast, into his mouth. After sucking and licking for a few minutes, he went on to the left.

Then I felt Brandi tugging on my arm. I looked over, and she had already pulled the top of her leotard down. She traded places with me, and soon Paul was sucking on her breasts. I noticed that Brandi's hand had slid down, and was rubbing Paul's bulge, above 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 thirteen 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 twelve year olds, could have such an effect on an older boy.

Unfortunately, we heard our parents upstairs, coming home from work. We pulled up our leotards and decided to continue the practice, tomorrow.

***

Tuesday afternoon came, and we were again together in the basement, this time much more comfortable around each other.

The next part of our routine started with Brandi and me, alternately raising our legs, with toes pointed up, all the way to the ceiling. As each of us did it, in turn, we would swivel towards Paul.

Paul then got to his knees as we got closer, raising our legs right in his face. This must have given him a great view of our cameltoes.

Improvising, Paul then reached out and put his hands over our butts, as each one of us stretched our legs above him. He lifted us about a foot up and set us down. He then slowly ran both hands, down our legs, from the top of our thighs, to our toes. 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, the crotch of my leotard, slid off to one side, and the top of his palm, pressed up against my bare pussy. We both froze, and Paul started apologizing, but he did not pull his hand away. I didn't move away either because it felt pretty good. Then he stuck up his index finger, and sunk it into my pussy hole. I just stood there, frozen, as he wiggled it around.

Finally Paul spoke. "I hope this doesn't happen during the recital." he said, laughing.

Brandi then came over and stood beside me. She reached down and deliberately pulled the crotch of her leotard, off to the side. Paul looked up at her bare, neatly trimmed, twelve year old pussy, and immediately knew what she had in mind. He plunged the index finger of his other hand, into her pussy hole, and started pumping it in and out.

"My, my." Paul said. "From our conversations, I expected you girls to be virgins and to have hymens."

"Oh we are virgins," Brandi said, "our hymens broke long ago from ballet stretches."

As we talked to him, about the circumstances surrounding breaking our cherries, Paul continued to pump in and out, and even rub his thumb against our clit's.

Finally first me, and then Brandi, exploded in an orgasm, 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 asked, touching the tip. "Are you turned on by two seventh graders?"

"You must admit," he said, "you two are quite developed for twelve year olds. Plus, I did have my finger in your pussies."

"Well then, we think we need to see just how much we turn you on." we said as we pulled down his shorts.

When we did, up 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 a 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 our clothes up, and scheduled another session for tomorrow.

***

On Wednesday, we were starting to get concerned, that we were not as far along as we wanted to be. 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 in the air, in front of him, while she wrapped her legs around his neck, and twirling around on his toes. It was a move they 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 had a perfect close-up view, of 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. Their 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 twelve year old pussy in his face, must have pushed Paul over the edge. He lowered me onto my back, on the floor, 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 touched my clitoris, it was electric. That felt great enough, but when he pulled aside the crotch, and placed his mouth over my bare pussy, I 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 now his mouth was 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 vaginal opening. After dipping 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 put it all the way into her vaginal opening while latching his lips around her clitoris. This caused an explosion, the likes of which she never felt before either.

As he rolled off onto his back, Brandi and I both got the same idea. We both reached over, and pulled his shorts completely off, releasing his eight inch penis, once again. 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, as 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. I pulled up, trapping it all inside me.

Looking over to Brandi, I could tell she was disappointed so I went over and placed my mouth over hers. Brandi and I always share 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 tomorrow.

***

We knew that today was the last chance we had, to perfect our routine before the Friday recital. The last segment was supposed to symbolize intercourse through dance. As Paul lay on his back, Brandi and I would each straddle his hips, keeping some distance, between our bodies, as we leaned forward to 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.

We went through it, without a hitch, and without distraction. All that was left, was to put it all together and go through the whole thing one more time.

Before we did, Paul had an observation.

"The dance part of this, is really good." he said. "However, I noticed that there is not much passion in our acting. We are only going through the mechanics. We need to make the audience believe we are really turned on by one another. Let's do the whole thing again, this time naked. We've seen parts each other naked, all week. Let's see if we can build some sexual tension and create some passion."

We all agreed and peeled off our leotards and dance clothes.

Standing in front of the mirror this time, was a completely new experience. Brandi and I looked so natural. Our ample breasts, stood out before our slim waists and rounded hips. The plush pussy lips were clearly visible, atop our long legs, since much of our pubic hair, was shaved clean.

Paul looked like a Greek statue. Dancing had made his chest muscular and his thighs rippled. Even though flaccid, his penis was a good six inches, and thick.

We started the music and went right to the kissing section. We ramped up the passion but 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. Being naked, our pussies splayed open, during each split revealing our pink insides to 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 have a taste.

But perhaps the hardest was the last scene. I was the first to straddle Paul's pelvis. Since our crotches were supposed to be several inches apart, and Paul's penis is eight inches erect, this posed a bit of a problem. I got as far above him as I could but my pussy still brushed the tip of his penis. Part of me wanted to bear down and end my virginity, but I thought I should continue building up the tension, for the sake of the performance.

Next it was Brandi's turn on top. She could not hold her body up quite as high, and it appeared that the tip of Paul's penis, went into her pussy about and inch. It took self control on both of their parts, to keep from going any further. (Brandi told me later that she didn't consider that a loss of her virginity, because he didn't go all the way in.)

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 performances tomorrow.

***

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 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. Evidently they were students of contemporary ballet interpretation. There was a standing ovation. We were very pleased. We managed to project our sensuality.

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 then ever before, Paul's penis was pressing his shorts outward. I reached down, and pulled them down. The crotches of Brandi and my pussies, were soaking wet. We pulled off our leotards, leaving us the same way we were 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 vaginal opening, over his penis, she bore down, taking him all the way in. There was no doubt about her losing her virginity this time. They both gasped at the sensation as Brandi proceeded to rock 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 climb on top, Paul rolled me on 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. He then started to pump in and out, slow at first, and then more quickly. My twelve 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 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's pussy, 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 twelve 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...