Chapter 4

Shoshana nodded. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I appreciate your time. I’ve heard many great things about you from Marchent.”

“What do you like about ballet?”

“The freedom of it. The beauty.”

There was a natural element of innocence and good manners in the shy girl’s voice which made her special, and somehow complimented her nudity, and that was endearing to Lizzie.

“And your biggest fear?” Lizzie asked tenderly.

“Stage fright, of sorts. I actually do fine when I’m performing in a group. But when I do solo performances, I feel terrified. I really want to do it. All of my ballet idols excel in solo performances.”

“We’re your audience here,” Lizzie said, referencing Marchent. “Show us your best combinations. Dance for us. And I’ll give you my honest assessment.”

Lizzie pressed a button on her iPhone, which in turn played classical music on the stereo. Shoshana sprung to life, lifting her chin and spreading her arms, then she spun around and moved with grace. She was light on her feet and it almost looked like she was floating.

It was the first time Lizzie had ever seen anyone dance naked, and it was powerfully erotic. She noticed every ripple in Shoshana’s shoulders, thighs, and calves as her body moved. What was more eye catching was seeing Shoshana’s butt clenching tight whenever she leapt or spun. Her breasts also formed different shapes whenever she raised or lowered her arms, jiggling whenever she leapt or landed.

Lizzie realized she had a new fetish, watching this youthful dancer perform naked.

The more experienced women in the room watched attentively until the music stopped and Shoshana returned to proper form in the center of the room.

“Are you usually this out of breath?” Lizzie questioned, noting Shoshana’s heavy breathing.

Shoshana looked deeply disappointed in herself. “No. I’ve never had to dance naked before. It’s really intimidating.”

“I hope you’re not intimidated by me or Marchent.”

“Never. You two have been very sweet to me.”

Lizzie’s eyes glanced at Marchent, who professionally observed this interplay with a keen eye. Then Lizzie’s eyes switched back to Shoshana, whose heart continued beating rapidly.

“You’ll never have stage fright again,” Lizzie said in a motherly way, with a newfound sense of power. “Not after this training. If you can perform like this for us, you can conquer anything.”

“Thank you,” Shoshana meekly replied.

“What shall we do next to squash your fears? Dancing bare like this may not solve the entire problem.”

Marchent chimed in, in an instructive way. “Have her masturbate for us.”

There was a frozen look on Shoshana’s face after the suggestion was made. Her eyes widened a bit and her perfect posture seemed to break.

“I think that’s a brilliant idea,” Lizzie said, seizing the shy girl’s weakness. “Shoshana, play with your clitoris until you cum. It’s okay to let go. This is very important.”

Shoshana gasped audibly at the lewd request. She remained frozen for a second, but it was clear she wasn’t going anywhere. She was staying put. Her feet were planted firmly on the floor. Then she spread her feet slightly, making it clear that she had made her decision.

Her fingers reached down and parted her curly pubic hairs. Shoshana closed her eyes and played with her clit. She moaned. A real one. There was no faking that sort of noise. She wasn’t just performing, she was getting off on this, being watched and adored by two gorgeous instructors in the private room.

Shoshana fingered herself faster. Her eyelids moved rapidly, and Lizzie wondered what she was thinking as she was pleasuring herself.

“Let it go,” Lizzie spoke softly. “Think about whatever you want. The dirtier the better.”

The instructors in the room continued looking on as Shoshana played with herself to full effect. Shoshana moaned more frequently, in soft and short bursts, making cute little noises. Her toes curled and fidgeted inside of her ballet shoes. When they tensed, it was clear she was about to climax.

“That’s it. Cum,” Lizzie said approvingly. “You look adorable like this.”

A trickle of clear fluids leaked through Shoshana’s pubic hairs. Some ran down her olive colored thighs. Some dripped directly onto the floor, making light splattering noises. Her body seemed to shift and stiffen as she made silent muffling noises with her mouth.

When Shoshana’s climax subsided, a small pool of liquid on the floor, wet stains running down her thighs, and her pubic hairs glistening, an embarrassed expression rose on her face. She put both hands by her hips with a look of guilt, but also a look of pleasure on her face. A post-orgasmic glow that couldn’t be denied radiated off her, evident by her wet mess.

“Do you feel ashamed?” Lizzie asked. “Or do you feel liberated to some degree?”

Shoshana took a deep breath. “Both. I’ve never done anything like this before. But I liked doing it for you and Marchent. It was so exhilarating. My hands are still trembling.”

“Then we still have work to do. A dancer must be stern, stoic, and made of steel. Isn’t that right, Marchent?”

Lizzie shifted her eyes to Marchent in the background, who was casually undressing until she was completely naked.

Then Marchent approached the center of the studio, naked and barefoot, and wrapped her arms around Shoshana. Their bodies pressed together and Marchent gave the Jewish girl a kiss on the cheek. Their bodies presented a surreal contrast of maturity and youth. Marchent’s hands moved all over the girl’s body, and Shoshana responded with deeper breaths towards these new, overwhelming feelings. Their lips met. The kiss was wet; sloppy even. Shoshana’s tongue hungrily twisted into Marchent’s with no regard to performance, only sensation.

Lizzie wondered if this book-smart law student had actually kissed another woman before, much less a sophisticated mature woman like Marchent.

“On your knees, student,” Marchent whispered in the girl’s ear.

Shoshana sank down to her knees. She looked upwards at Marchent, who took a step forward to bring her pussy to the girl’s mouth. Shoshana seemed to know what to do next, tilting her head forward to make oral contact.

Marchent leaned her head back and moaned. Clearly Shoshana was doing something correctly, though Lizzie still wasn’t sure if this was Shoshana’s first time or not.

“Tongue,” Marchent whispered. “Tongue me. I prefer long strokes, deep inside.”

Lizzie watched the oral action of Shoshana eating Marchent’s pussy.

Then Marchent opened her eyes, looking straight at Lizzie. “Why are you still dressed?”

It was a fair question.

Lizzie started with her spandex pants for whatever reason. She took those off along with her panties. Then off came her tshirt. Then bra. She was totally naked and couldn’t help but rub her own pussy with one hand, and her pink nipple with the other. She masturbated tenderly and watched. This was better than any porn she had ever seen in her life.

No porn director could have concocted this scene. The sight of Shoshana eating Marchent’s pussy was more intense than anything Lizzie could have ever imagined on her own.

After a few minutes, Marchent licked and bit her own lower lips. Her fingers dug into the Jewish student’s curly dark hair.

“I’m cumming,” Marchent stated. “I expect you to swallow every drop. Proper training is very important.”

Marchent dug her fingers deeper and pulled Shoshana’s head tight when she came. Her body tensed, toes curled, and she surely made a mess down Shoshana’s throat.

Then Marchent relaxed, tapping Shoshana’s jaw, signaling for her to stand up. When Shoshana stood, they kissed deeply. Marchent tasted her own cum.

Marchent held her hand out and crooked her finger, signaling for Lizzie to approach them.

Lizzie came towards their intertwined naked bodies. She was unsure of who to approach first. The youthful Jewish beauty? Or the Goddess Marchent?

The choice became clear when Marchent ended the kiss and turned Shoshana’s body to the side, as if presenting a gift.

Lizzie knew which gift she wanted first. She bent down to suck each of Shoshana’s light brown nipples, eliciting a gasp in the process. Then Lizzie planted a big kiss on Shoshana’s lips, which Marchent joined, so that all three co-conspirator’s tongues kissed at the same time. Their naked bodies touched, with their hard nipples pressing against one another’s.

Marchent was the first to leave the kiss.

“Shoshana, on your knees again,” Marchent ordered. “As you know, it’s customary to thank your instructor after each lesson. No exceptions.”

Rules were rules. Tradition is tradition. Shoshana went back to her knees, this time for Lizzie, and ‘thanked’ her for today’s lesson. The Jewish girl went to work eating Lizzie’s pussy, and now it was Lizzie’s turn to moan with her eyes rolled back.

“This is how it’s going to be,” Marchent said. “Shoshana, you will obey your instructor. In turn, she will make you a star. She will instill in you all the confidence in the world. If you listen and learn, you will become unstoppable. Make sure you thank her properly. Every time. Okay, Ms. Kalinski?”

Shoshana managed to nod as she sucked and tongued Lizzie’s pussy. It was a ravishing feeling and Lizzie felt her breath swept away. She came inside Shoshana’s mouth with relative ease. There was no shame or guilt. Only euphoria.

When Lizzie’s orgasm was done, Shoshana stood and they kissed some more. Shoshana made sure to thank her new instructors with more kisses on the mouth and cheek.

Lizzie smiled, “I have a formal class to teach soon. Thank you both for an interesting morning.”

“I have a class too,” Shoshana blushed. “So I’m assuming we’ll meet again? Next week, same time?”

“I’ll add that to my schedule for the next few months. By the way, you were magnificent. You’re something special.”

The agreement was made; the deal sealed with a final kiss on the lips.

Tiny lines at the corner of Marchent’s eyes deepened as she smiled and watched with pride. It was a sight to behold; a new ballet mistress kissing an innocent student. Both of them naked, holding each other while kissing.

They all got dressed with smiles and laughter unabashed by this secret affair. When each had finished smoothing back their long hair and straightening their clothes, the three of them were ready. They stepped out of the room, back into their expected roles in society. Each went their separate way towards the unsuspecting world.

Going up to the next floor, Lizzie stopped in the archway to silently observer her ballet class where her students were preparing. She watched the women as they stretched or preened in front of the large window. The mood in the room changed when they caught sight of her, the instructor, and they hurried to ready themselves for the start of class.

With supreme confidence, Lizzie held her head high, like the prima ballerina about to take center stage in a major production and strutted to the center of the room to face her class. She had a proud look on her face and subconsciously ran her tongue around her lips. None of her students would ever guess that she still had a delicious coating of fresh cum around her mouth, which was better than any lipstick on the market.

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