New Ballet

She is no fool. She has cottoned onto the highly sexualised nature of our head of dance, and the ballet is very erotic. Stylistically, it’s somewhere between Martha Graham and Nijinsky, but there are one hell of a lot of sexual holds and movements. Naturally, I’m loving it.  Act two involves four wood nymphs (of which I’m one) being chased through the woods. Our costumes are ripped from us, and our captors then rape us. Our captors are also naked. (I told you we have a compulsory nude module every year....we think the head of ballet just likes to see young naked girls....but hey, who doesn’t?)  My captor ripped my costume off and bent me forward over a grassy mound (a pile of pillows for now...the scenery comes later) he pretended to take me from behind, but suddenly called a halt. “I can’t do this. Look!” And sure enough he was fully hard....as were two of the other centaurs. A long discussion followed about using flesh coloured pants, but the whole point of this scene IS it’s nudity. (If this doesn’t get a first, I’ll be amazed....the girl choreographing this has really played to the lecturers’ weaknesses. It’s a masterpiece of sycophancy.)  In the end, we were told to try again, and just go through the scene, erections or not. “It adds realism, she said.” So, back on with the Velcro fitted chiffon. And cue the music. I and the other fawns ran onto the set, darting this way and that, with the centaurs in pursuit. I heard costumes being ripped off and mine followed. Step step, jette, and.....my centaur pushes me over the pillows as planned and started to pretend to jump me.  Me? Loving it, naturally. We had five minutes of improvisation, and that’s when I felt my centaur, who had been doing a sterling job of looking like he was fucking my brains out but keeping his cock between my legs, slip inside me. I can’t say I blame him at all, I was really into the eroticism and was very wet. I heard another girl gasp and I figured the same thing was happening there. My partner bent in close “Oh God...I’m so sorry!” I whispered back “Don’t be!”  All too soon, that part of th scene ended, the centaurs, complete with erections, two,of them very shiny, galloped off stage, and we newly impregnated fawns recovered ourselves. We huddled together as the script demanded, seemed to sniff and lick gently at each other, touching each other. (Again, lovely stuff!)  In one of the scene breaks, us newly ravaged fawns sat together. “Fuck me that scene is hof” one girl said “I tought for a minute my centaur was going to.....you know.” Another girl,offered....”mine DID!” I added “so did mine....not for anything like long enough though....while one of the girls looked very unhappy about it, we other three made a pact that we would try to make our centaurs actually cum during the performance. “Time to brush up the pelvic floor exercises, girls”. meanwhile, that left me, open, horny as fuck and in desperate need of relief. But I couldn’t go anywhere since we were rehearsing for the next three hours pretty much straight. Still, where there’s a willy..... Next up was the part where the fawns, raped by the centaurs nurse each other. It’s an incredibly well thought out scene, with some choreographed moves interspersed with free expression improvisation. It’s fucking hard to get the choreographed moves bang on the timing, but it works like this. We start off making sure each other is still alive. Centaurs are known for their violence towards wood nymphs. Our tenderness towards each other is very tactile, very touchy feely, but as the scene progresses, our anger rises, and by the end of the scene, we are plotting our revenge. (In the final scene, we capture and punish our attackers.....all good feminist stuff.)  So, we’re back in our make beleive forest, and working through the recovery part. The other girl who was actually but briefly fucked was every bit as horny as me, but I don’t know her. I have no idea if, like me, she bats for both teams. But I was randy enough to find out. I let an exploratory hand slip suddenly down over her tummy, and she moved her crotch towards me. My finger found her clit and she didn’t move away. A couple of rubs and I heard a soft sigh and she trembled. Meanwhile, she was running her hands over my back and bum. Cleverly, much more cleverly than me, she draped herself over me so what she was doing with her hand couldn’t be seen from the front. Two fingers slipped in me while a thumb bounced on my clit. A rapid orgasm hit me just at the point where we all had to raise our heads and listen to a pulse in the music. We were supposed to be listening for where the centaurs had gone, and our expressions had to change to ones of anger. Since my cum face looks like that anyway, no problem.  After the rehearsal, the choreographer discussed the rape scene with us. She was most impressed with my ‘anger’ face. “Your whole body was trembling with emotion.” (Sweetie, you have NO fucking idea!) “and I’d like you to be the lead dancer in the attack on the centaurs.  She actually asked us how we felt about the rape scene and the fact that we were all naked. “We could,costume it, but it’s so much better if we don’t. It depends if your ok with it. I noticed some of the boys got...er....excited, but I’m sure that will die down as we rehearse. (I fucking hope not). “I think it adds realism to it. After all, you can’t get raped by a centaur if it doesn’t have a hard on can you?” There was ageneralmurmer of agreement. “I’ll have to replace one of them, then.” Dear Kevin. A truly excellent dancer, and a boy who will make someone a wonderful wife one day. When he saw our naked boides, I swear to God he was scared shitless!  What we’ve got so far is the essentials. Once these are perfected, the whole choreography will be disguised. Imagine a room set out exactly as you want it, then silk scarves are used to soften all the outlines. That’s what will happen here. As it stands, it’s basic, crude, nothing like the finished product will be. We are establishing the non-negotiables....the things that must happen. Once we have a set and lighting plus effects, it will be far less stark, and far more erotic.  Still, it taught me something. The feeling of a boy just pushing inside once and then pulling out and NOT doing anything else. Fucking hell thats horny! I mean, REALLY horny. It made my body scream for more, and scream for an orgasm. That’s why Helen (the other girl) was able to bring me off so fast.  I never found out what the boys did, but you don’t need to be a genius to guess I think.  One last thing, the next morning, I woke late. Outside my door was a small bunch of flowers and a little note. “I’m so sorry about what happened in rehearsal.” Aw....sweet! Just wait until during the show when the shagging part will be longer.....and my pelvic floor has been honed to perfection!