A Trap Harmful to the Heart 2
As the two girls groped each other's bodies, the living room grew even more stifling and heavy. The humidity thickened, and the sensation of someone watching intensified. It felt like a stage set up by whoever was observing my reactions.
Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake would have fit perfectly, but without music, the small thud of landing on the living room floor, the lewd kissing sounds, and the pussy farts stood in for the orchestra. Their dance proved exactly what erotic ballet looked like.
They say a dancer's lines are beautiful. Even to me, a total layman, their lines were stunning enough to draw gasps of admiration. Legs and arms stretched taut. Movements laced with rhythm and beat. Beautiful smiles and elegant steps on tiptoe in their ballet slippers. The two ballerinas intertwined lightly.
The pink tutu buried her face in the white tutu's nape and stuck out her tongue to lick. The white tutu's body shivered faintly. The moan leaking from her lips was sweet, like a cello's low notes.
"Haaahhhn~"
The pink tutu's hand slipped between the white tutu's skirt, groping inside. The white tutu arched her back like a bow, thrusting her hips forward. Her toes lifted slightly off the floor, then settled back. Perfect balance.
Their dance grew more intense. Suddenly, the white tutu planted both hands on the floor and bent over. Her ass lifted high, and the pink tutu knelt behind her. The white tutu's skirt fluttered up over her ass like a blooming white flower.
The pink girl buried her face between her partner's cheeks. Her face vanished into the white tutu skirt. Moments later, lewd slurping... schlop... sounds echoed from inside.
The white tutu's ass quivered faintly, and a sweet moan escaped her lips. "Haaahn~ Hnng..."
Her tongue began lapping at the white tutu's pussy. The long tongue plunged in and out, slurping up the juices. Every time the pink girl's tongue tip grazed the clit, the white tutu's thighs spasmed.
Even as her body trembled, the white tutu held her perfect pose. Her back straight as a line, legs extended to her toes. "Hnnngh... Hnngh~ Hng?"
The moan carried a question. The pink tutu's tongue had shifted from pussy to asshole. She licked the tight little hole, then suddenly thrust her tongue deep inside.
"Haaauuugh!"
The white tutu's body went rigid. Her face held a smile, but her body reacted wildly. Her toes scraped the floor, rustling the flower-like tutu skirt.
Truth be told, my cock had been rock-hard and ready to burst earlier, and this lewd ballet show had my heart pounding on the verge of explosion.
The pink tutu stood, scanning around as if searching for something. Her gaze locked on the white sword-like object on the decorative shelf. It looked like a sword but was blunt and rounded—its true nature unclear. She glided over on tiptoe, fetching it. With each step in true ballerina fashion, her tutu skirt fluttered like wings, flashing her pussy teasingly.
Now I knew why it was blunt. It wasn't a sword—it was a dildo. Made of material like white marble.
"Hnng..."
The pink tutu slipped it into her mouth and began licking. Her red lips wrapped around the white dildo, bobbing up and down. Her cheeks hollowed in and out with passionate suction, like fellating a real cock. She pulled off with a pop, saliva threading long and stringy.
Deeming it wet enough, she returned to the white tutu. Schlurp... schlop... She rubbed the dildo against the white tutu's pussy entrance. Pink flesh parted, welcoming the white shaft. With each slow thrust, the white tutu's body quivered. The deeper it went, the more her waist arched.
"Agh... what a shame..."
What I regretted was the virgin blood trickling down the white tutu's thighs. Her virginity had been sacrificed to the dildo. Regardless of my pity, her face remained emotionless, but her body reacted honestly. Cheeks flushed, nape and earlobes pink.
"Hngh... hnng... schlurp..."
The pink tutu shoved the dildo deeper. The white shaft vanished completely into the pussy, then reemerged. Virgin-blood-mingled juices dripped to the floor.
As she fucked her partner with the dildo, the pink tutu rubbed her own pussy with her other hand. "Hngh... hnng... schlurp... haaaah~"
Their faces burned red. Heat rising to a peak. Their movements quickened. The dildo's pace accelerated, filling the room with lewd squelch squelch sounds.
The white tutu stayed in perfect pose on all fours, her ass shaking in rhythm with the thrusts. Her ballerina-trained glutes flexed rhythmically. The pink tutu rubbed her pussy furiously while pistoning the dildo harder.
The stage heated toward climax. The white tutu, dildo still buried, sprang up. Her tutu skirt flared, fully exposing ass and pussy before covering again. Centrifugal force spread the skirt wide, revealing bare skin beneath. Like a swan's wings flapping, her pussy flashed with each beat—a fucking arousing sight. With every flap, the dildo's tip peeked from her labia before vanishing.
She spun in a graceful pirouette, then suddenly lifted a leg nearly vertical. Her pussy fully exposed in the motion. Pink flesh gaped, overflowing juices causing the dildo to slip out with a pathetic clink to the floor.
She held the pose, slowly licking her lips with her tongue. Her pulsing pussy—a seductive serenade to me. The dildo had carved a perfect bloody tunnel, primed for pounding. Her hole breathed: pulse. pulse. pulse. Virgin-blood-laced juices trailed down her thigh. The inner walls peeked out then retracted. From outside, it looked like kissing lips parting and pursing repeatedly.
"Whoa... fuck."
Nothing but awe. My cock strained in my pants, on the brink of bursting. If I didn't drain my load soon, my blood pressure would kill me.
The white tutu lowered her leg, approached me on tiptoe. She bowed, her ample breasts peeking from the tutu. Nipples hard, areolas pale pink. Bigger tits than expected for a ballerina? Unusually busty.
Her fingers lightly traced my chest, lingering over my heart. ...She was feeling my heartbeat. Then she retreated, resuming her dance.
Suddenly, the white tutu dropped to her knees. She formed a circle with thumb and forefinger in front of her mouth—a classic fellatio gesture.
Her other index finger plunged in and out of the circle. Her lips formed an "O," mimicking cocksucking. Her eyes burned with desperation.
"Hnng..."
Only moans from the white tutu. No words. Face flushed, she kept fingering the circle, lips smacking schlurp, schlurp. The explicit blowjob pantomime fired the imagination.
The pink tutu knelt beside her, even bolder. She actually sucked her own fingers. Cheeks hollowing. Two ballerinas kneeling before me, eyes desperate, fixated on my bulging pants.
"Schlop... schlurp..."
Only sounds from the pink tutu. Eyes half-lidded, pupils swimming with lust. She pulled her fingers out and shoved them into her pussy. Her body twitched with each insertion.
I held my breath. With this much effort, maybe it was safe to spring the trap?
Me: Jejeop. You can shield my body from being sliced, right?
Jejeop: Yes. I will definitely protect you. No worries!
As reward for their efforts, I pulled out my raging cock. Zipper down, pants aside—it sprang free. The massive glans loomed threateningly before their faces.
The ballerinas' eyes widened. They glanced at each other, then back at my cock. Radiant smiles. Moans of admiration leaked from their lips.
"Hnnng..."
The white tutu went first, bringing her mouth to my cock. Hot warmth enveloped the glans as her lips wrapped around. Her tongue lapped the slit. The sensitive spot sent electric pleasure racing up my spine.
"Ugh... fuck..."
Unbearable moan escaped. Her lips slid down the glans, cheeks hollowing. Tongue traced the underside.
The pink tutu gripped the base, stroking. Fingers teased my balls. Her hand met and parted from the white tutu's mouth in perfect sync.
"Schlop... schlurp... schlurp..."
Lewd sounds from the white tutu's mouth. Saliva dripped down my shaft. Schlop with each bob.
The pink tutu leaned in, licking my balls. Ticklish pleasure surged. Her lips sucked them in. "Hngh... schlurp... schlop..."
Lewd sounds from her too. Her hand pumped the base. Hand and mouth in flawless harmony. The ballerinas' teamwork was impeccable, like years of practice. White sucked glans as pink sucked balls; white licked one side as pink licked the other.
"Fuck... this is insane..."
Unbearable moans. Pleasure beyond imagination crashed in waves from their lips and tongues.
Suddenly, the white tutu pulled off and stood. Her slender body spun before me. Back turned, she slowly bent, presenting her ass to my glans. Firm, plump cheeks touched. Her chewy labia settled atop my shaft.
She rocked her hips up and down. My swollen cock slid between her red-hot lips. "Hnnng..."
Moan from the white tutu. Juices slicked my cock as her pussy gripped and slid. Tschup schwoop tschlip with each pass.
The pink tutu watched from her knees, eyes lust-filled. Suddenly, she stood, knelt before the white tutu, and lapped her clit.
"Hngh! Haaahn!"
White tutu's body jolted. Legs trembled. Still grinding my cock between her lips, but stiffening at each clit lick.
"Schlurp... schlop..."
Lewd sounds from pink. White tutu's moans grew louder. "Hnnngh! Haaahn! Haaaah!"
Her body convulsed, pussy squirting juices like a fountain. Legs buckled, nearly collapsing—but pink tutu steadied her waist.
Teasing for me. Sliding along the lips but no entry yet.
"I'll steady her waist."
I grabbed the white tutu's waist mid-grind, lifting her slightly. So light? I angled my throbbing cock upward.
"Hnnngh! Haaaaah!"
Her body shuddered again. She sensed her impending fate. Or rather, pink tutu acted faster. She circled behind, gripped my upward-thrusting cock. Tight. Her tiny hand wrapped the glans.
She guided it to the white tutu's entrance, rubbing between the lips. "Pink tutu, you're so damn helpful?"
Despite her delicate care, I seized the white tutu's waist and slammed her down hard.
Squelch!
