FALLON FLUIDITY

Gender-bending ballet practice

I was late as per usual. 

Madame Balashov was formerly of some St. Petersburg Ballet Company, but given her age, it was before it was called Petrograd or Leningrad, not the most recent name flip in the 90s.

She would castigate my tardiness again. 

Frick, I only wanted the ballet skills and drills to improve my sex life. 

I wasn't touring the world dancing; maybe a cock fest tour one day, but not frickin pirouettes like a music box.

Though I loved the idea of pirouetting out of cake naked at a stag party!

You have no idea unless you've done ballet or done a ballerina in a tight alley or alcove, just how valuable and raunchy formal dance is to a sex life. 

Believe me, you can stretch your body in all sorts of directions for great sex, incredible deep penetration and pussy pleasing angles.

I was late because I had had quality girl-on-girl time with my music teacher's niece Gabby —alone this time —not with some randy old music teacher sticking a maraca up my butt. Though it was actually sensational.

I had done the get down and get dirty at her apartment.

"Well, hello," I said because miracles happen; Madame Balacrap transformed from the Ugly Duckling into Swan Lake.

Her replacement was frickin gorgeous, and I love frickin gorgeous in a girl, and Gabby was already a pleasant memory from the previous couple of hours; such is the whirl of sex in my life.

Christ, I'll need a fuck diary to keep up with myself soon. 

Nope, it's a waste of time when it could be spent enjoying myself with a girl or boy or, in this case, a sensational woman.

There are good-looking women and stunning women; this ballet instructor would dominate the latter category. The only ultra-turn-on women I'd seen of this standard were some online Thai ladyboys. 

I got the pussy tingles because I got the strip me naked look back straight away; hot, hot; hot. 

Plus, an extended hand for an introduction. 

Mmm. 

More of — a male gesture — but touch is touch — initiated.

"Glad to meet you, Fallon; it's Julia, replacing Viktoriya, who sends her apologies."

Strong hands, too; almost masculine.

The old bag Balash-slug had nothing to apologise for; Julia was built to play with, and I'm a player.

I got changed pronto; nothing like desire to speed up your actions.

I was loose, limber, and relaxed at the bar. Today's warm-ups were meaningful because I was showing off. 

Not my ballet skills; pretty ordinary, actually, but my hot little body. 

I'm a wicked, filthy package of action, and Julia looked full of surprises, too.

God, her tits were perfectly round, and I knew it wasn't a padded bra. You just know when great tits are in your presence. I mean, they looked so frickin good; it was surely a boob job, but hey, great tits are great tits: full stop.

Her dark hair was in a ponytail, and she had a tall hourglass figure. I couldn't understand why the bitch was a teacher and not in some company dominating the stage and backstage with that stunning butt.

Julia was perving on me but not quite what I expected; she had a goddamn arse fetish by the looks of it. 

I mean, she was staring at my butt. I know my butt is A-1, and I love arse-play, and a good arse fuck leaves me happily exhausted, but most girls don't start there.

I stretched along the bar. I mean, I really stretched along the bar. If Julia had been Julian, his cock would have popped the seams; so frickin splayed was I.

I knew she would get wet between her legs when she thought of my available pussy; just a leotard away.

Well, No. It looked like a butt-play day. 

Julia just didn't deviate her eyes from my mini crack; the further I gripped down the bar and super splayed myself.

Then she was behind me, holding my hips and saying on a pretext — "Stretch it out…a little more."

I exhaled deeply as I made the effort, her hands on my hips making me so randy.

"Fallon, you have the cutest butt I've seen in a long, long time; can I touch it," said Julia.

I was used to the surprise of grabbing and groping, especially from girls in the changing rooms; women usually just know with a glance to take a handful because they can't control themselves anyway, and small talk is a waste of foreplay time.

She asked like a guy; strange indeed. 

Still, sexual correctness is everywhere on TV and social media these days.

"Uh-uh," I said as I eased down from the bar.

I wasn't making myself hard to get. I craved something hard. 

I'd done my girl-on-girl for today with Gabby; oh well, girl, it was again — sexual swings and roundabouts — it would even up — soon enough.

Well, I accepted instantly her massaging boobies pressed into my back, firmly. I luxuriated, too, in my own breasts being squeezed together under my leotard.

But not what happened next:

And it wasn't the sweet happiness of my leotard being eased down my body to the floor. I enjoy my naked self and sharing my slutty body.

"SWEET JESUS !" 

I exclaimed; realising it was a boner rubbing against my naked arse cheeks and delving into the dual cracks between my instantaneously wet thighs; but that was all lost; as were words too, as my body was overpowered by my mind in sexual escalation. 

I hit rapid panting breaths as a frickin cock took me by surprise between my legs.

"Ugh! Fugh! Orrgh!"

There is the expected; a girl's soft finger touch on your pussy. I loved that. I had anticipated it today, but cock; cock drives me wild. 

Here was the heavenly forbidden combination of feminine softness and male hardness in one person. 

Where God's dual separate creations were added too. 

I fleetingly thought — There was on earth; after all; A third sex.

Whoops! Multiple genders!

And I was high immediately as my first shemale experience developed.

I had to see Julia's cock.

I saw it, and I was instantly in love with it. 

Stiff, ready and available for my mouth.

A ladyboy whore and a trashy slut; we had recognised each other's character instantly, even if I hadn't got all the body parts right based on my first college girl's innocent look. 

Or had her gender identity introduced!

Julia was groaning softly as I gave a great head job. I was bending over so the bitch could tease my arse open with her fingers.

We were then facing each other; I lifted one leg quickly, hooking it around her waist; the body-to-body touch was sensational, soft tits moulding into each other, yet hardness slotted quickly into my wet coochie. 

She and male — were delivering excellent sensations.

I was, however, wholly wound up for something over the top.

I eased off Julia's cock but only to limber stretch my leg right over her shoulder. 

God, we were two bodies excited now as her cock got in my slash at a brain-dizzying angle of astonishing repeated pleasure.

Of course, I couldn't fuckin sustain the pose, but hell, I gave it a bloody good frickin go.

There was nothing for it but to jump up on Julia's thighs and wrap my legs around her, my arms around her neck.

"Oh, shove it in my arse; let's get this into overdrive," I said.

I liked the darker side of sex, the unusual, the unexpected, the edgy: hell, this was kinky, and I was unstoppable.

I was ready for a big fat entrant and entertainment in my tight arse hole.

There was an explosive melding of flesh; a girl on a mission to do it all, a ballet teacher with an engorged rod needing a tight comfort spot.

It was a doubly raw, powerful moment for two. 

"Sweet mother fucker," I actually screamed as I was pecker jabbed and stabbed into.

"Hngh! Oof! Fuck— I'll split open! Orrgh! "

Julia had a dominating male thrust delivering to my sensitive constriction; powerful pumping cock work; there was shaped held tightness with each stroke.

Fuck; I'm a tight-arsed bitch where a bitch needs to be tightest.

I had, however, that momentary sensation when I felt my insides were being drawn out; my whole arse was a super sensitive erogenous zone.

"Oh my God…Oh! Orrgh! Ugh! Ugh!"

Fucks knows what kept me together.

My body gave me one of the most stirring orgasms of my life because I was finally, for the first time in my life, a sex object. 

I felt I was reduced to just being an arse being fucked.

But in the end: it was my end; my tailpipe; my arse; my tender sensitive crack getting pounded, and it defined me: Fallon.

It was so frickin enjoyable; I knew I was going to have a rare anal orgasm. 

It helped that Julia's finger hit my G- spot from a new angle; fuck she was deep in my arse; way deeper than any guy. 

The pleasure was radiating thrillingly around my whole body, enlivening all my skin. I was aware of my entire self in totality.

A tingly receptive feeling was welling and swelling in my arse and fingered pussy.

"Oh, you bugger, I'm cumming; I'm fuckin cumming;" 

And yes, I frickin came: super strong.

Julia kept buggerising my humming arse and caned my gawped crack with rapid jolts of jizz. 

Well, I was beyond any sort of practice after that effort, and Julia was too. 

It was a combined stellar sexual effort. 

So, we sat and talked about life as Julian and then Julia. I've always kept a piquant interest in the variety of sexual predilections and expressions in the world.

Soon, my hour and a half was up; we swapped phone numbers.

I was bouncing happily down the stairs from the second-floor studio. 

Mmm: where to take this? 

What to make of it? 

Boys, yes. 

I've always liked boys and cocks.

Girls, oh, they just melt me.

Transgender, Pangender, Ambigender! 

I smiled — I'd be back for more.