Tights down, ready for rear entry while en pointe
A lover from long, long ago: I got a call from one of my teachers; I’ll call him Brian, from when I was at boarding school. He’s 54 now and teaching ballet at a large university in California. He is going to be in town and wanted to know if I’d like to take a private class with him. I knew immediately what he wanted even though he married an ABT Soloist and has two grown daughters and is a grandfather. I could tell from his voice that he was the same enthusiastic driven teacher I knew. He had been such an amazing fuck and I am overjoyed that he wants me again after all this time! I have never forgotten how much of a mentor he was to me, helping me train for my SAB audition and everything. Not to mention his guiding me as I entered the world of a fully sexual ballet dancer. Hearing his voice again I suddenly went weak in the knees becoming so aroused that I had to masturbate while we talked.
When I first met him he was 27 and dancing with ABT and since his home was in Albany he would teach at the school when he was home on vacation or recovering from an injury. He usually taught technique, but for a select few girls he taught pointe and everyone wanted to take that class. I was thrilled when I auditioned for his pointe class and was accepted!
Dress code: Girls who had reached menarche (I was 14 when I got my first period) were fitted with diaphragms and in those days we were all fitted with latex Ortho All-Flex arcing spring diaphragms. In the school’s health brochure the diaphragms were said to be for menstrual flow control, but since Gynol gel spermicide was stocked by student health where we could help ourselves to as much as we needed it was obvious that the administration expected us to use them for contraception as well. And we did since very few of us were on the pill. A few of us saw wearing a diaphragm as part of a properly dressed ballet dancer. It was a very adult thing to have a diaphragm inserted. I had several diaphragms so I would always have a fresh one in while another was being sterilized.
It was 1986 and the dress code for Brian’s pointe class was convertible foot tights over thong back leotards, unlike regular technique and PDD classes where tights were worn under the leo. That way we didn’t have to undress to go to the bathroom. Wearing tights over a thong-back leotard was also convenient for ballet-sex as it allowed almost instantaneous access to the student’s vulva for sex with a male student or teacher. An unwritten (but required) part of the dress code for Brian’s class, the need for which was passed down from older members of the class to incoming members, was that all students were to wear their diaphragms and spermicide when in class. It was also expected that all his students have shaved or waxed pubes, which most of us already did.
Rites of passage: His class was very important in my transition from girlhood to becoming a woman. It was my next step, a rite of passage, coming as it did within three years of getting my first pointe shoes at 12, my first period, diaphragm, shaved pubes and sex with a male student when I was 14 and then his class which lead to my first sex with a male teacher when I was 15. And I’m not even counting the parish priest who I was sent to for misbehaving. Father Tom was supposed to be my spiritual advisor, but he also taught me about cunilingus and fellatio which I consider part of my Roman Catholic religious education.
When accepted into Brian’s pointe class I had already been sexually active for more than a year with male students which, thinking of all the other girls in his class whose experiences were similar may have helped my chances of being selected. Not that my round heels were necessarily a prerequisite as most girls my age at school had active physical relationships with male students if they were talented enough or pretty enough. Males in ballet school were a scarce commodity and for a girl being interesting enough to hold a boy’s attention took a lot of effort with all the other girls the men had to choose from. Fortunately I was pretty and near the top of my class in technique and pointe so I was popular and could have a male student when I wanted one.
The offer: After class Brian would ask one of us to stay for ‘private coaching’ and that was a huge motivator to do our very best to be the chosen one. Since we had his class four times a week and there were only 7 of us he rotated through us all with no apparent favoritism (we always watched for that) so we were able to have sex with him about once every other week unless one of us was sick. No one missed his pointe class if they were strong enough to stand.
At first girls new to his pointe class wondered why he had the class on our toes dancing, strutting and turning for such long intervals, but it soon became apparent that he was building our stamina to enable us to remain en pointe during pointe-sex. He was so gentle teaching us to be entered from behind while en pointe with our feet a la seconde. Privately he explained to each of us that he was going to teach us skills that would enable us to successfully compete for desired roles if the need arose and he drove us relentlessly.
Carnal knowledge: I remember the first time he rolled down my tights to mid-thigh. I hadn’t been in his class a week when he asked me to stay after class and he told me he was pleased to have such a beautiful and talented dancer in his class. Even then I was wise enough to know this was his way of softening me up, but I loved what he said and wanted desperately to believe him. He had me change to dry shoes; I was wearing Capezio Contemporas, then stand en pointe a la seconde with my buns against the barre.
His lovely deep voice and gorgeous body had me already melting under his gaze as he gently pulled the fabric of my thong to one side and put his fingers on my already engorged and spread lips. I was so wet! I had soaked through my thong! The only reason I hadn’t soaked through my tights was that I was wearing Dance France that had this marvelously soft, thick, absorbent crotch gusset that was soaking up my arousal discharge. Sadly Dance France went out of business. They created such beautiful dancewear!
I tried to relax as he inserted two fingers deep in me and asked softly where I was in my cycle. I knew he was feeling for the rim of my diaphragm to see if I was properly protected and I felt his fingers press on the rim and then through the stretchy rubber dome to caress my G-spot then feel for my ripe cervix so I pushed down so he could feel it through the dome. I told him I was CD13 and fertile and he whispered, “That’s lovely! Good girl!” I was so pleased! Once he found I was protected he let me help him pull down his bike shorts until he could step out of them and I eased him out of his dance belt by carefully twisting it to one side. He was already erect and dripping precum so my hands got slippery and I wiped them on the rolled fabric of my tights around my thighs. I was going to help him enter me when he asked me to turn around and face the mirror while remaining en pointe a la second and hold on to the barre with both hands bent over so my back was parallel with the floor.
I knew then what he was going to do. I’d never been taken from behind while en pointe, but I knew from masturbating while balanced on my toes that my pelvic muscles were clenched when I am up there and my vagina was super tight. When I was in position he stepped between my legs spread my labia and I felt his warmth as he gently placed his tip at my introitus. By then I was quivering with desire and my nipples were so hard they hurt! Between us we were drippy wet and he held on to my hips as he began to push himself inside me. He was larger than any male student that I’d had and he just seemed to go deeper and deeper and I wondered as he went deeper still if I was going to be able to take all of him w/o getting hurt. He kept asking if I was ok and finally, even with my cervix soft and high and gravity pulling my uterus further back he reached my cervix and I could feel his glans push into its side separated from my fertile cervical mucus by a few hundredths of an inch of latex.
An amazing lover: He was so thoughtful, giving me my pleasure first with a hand around me so his fingers could caress the shaft of my clitoris to give me the most amazing series of gentle orgasms as he thrust into my cervix. I had thought having my cervix bumped would be painful as it had been when I’d used a dildo on myself, but with his calming voice telling me how tight I was it seemed as though we were made for each other and I loved it! Finally I could tell from his ragged breathing and increased thrust rate that he was about to reach orgasm and just then his caressing my G-spot through the latex dome was effective and I had my first vaginal orgasm while on my toes! It was so exquisite I could hardly breathe and nearly fainted! Fortunately he had a firm grip on my hips so as my knees and ankles wobbled he kept me from falling off pointe. He stayed inside me for a few minutes and held me as we enjoyed the afterglow. Then as he withdrew our coitial discharge poured out of me overflowing the fabric of my thong which I’d tugged back in place and dripped into my tights while I was trying to quickly pull them up to position the gusset again and rush to the dressing room to shower.
Brian will be in town in two weeks and wants me to take a private class with him and go to dinner afterward. I’ll be fertile during that time as I was the first timer he privately ‘coached’ me! I’m so excited that we will be together again after all this time however briefly and want to make it a marvelous time for us both. It’s been 27 years and I’m so looking forward to fucking his brains out this time! Certainty as much or more than he did to me the first time he took me.
