1. The Dance


    Date: 8/23/2017, Categories: Interracial, Author: BethanyFrasier, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    looked out the window into the darkness, wondering how many people might be watching us, almost hoping we had an audience. Most of all, I wanted the bastards who had tried to intimidate Jon from dancing with me, to see what he was doing to me now. Jon and I weren't in love, but we had spent so much time together, building a bond of mutual trust and friendship, that this seemed the final step in our deep curiosity about each other. It was something we had to do, in order to know one another completely. This was the ultimate dance we performed together, and I think we both knew it would only happen this once, so we made it last. He stayed inside me for what seemed an eternity, but being a gentleman to the end, asked me if I wanted him to ejaculate into me. At my bidding, with his eyes glazed over, Jon issued forth a river of cum inside me, which spilled out of me, even as I felt him pulsing still more of his seed into my stretched chasm. My breasts, glistening with sweat, heaved in his two hands, as I felt his massive orgasm subside, emptying himself into my womb with twitching spasms of his prone body. He remained inside me for many minutes, as I leaked out around his girth. It was over, but I was unwilling to break the bond, even as I felt him slowly dwindling inside me. When I finally lifted off of him, feeling his limp snake pull reluctantly out of my hole, I thought about all the students I had tutored in this room, never to this end! Neither of us needed to speak about ...
    what we had just done. It was understood. Dancers dance. We had partnered together, joined, to create harmony and beauty, then separated, just as we did on the dance floor. We would dance again, for the enjoyment of others, but this dance had been for just us. And we had satisfied our curiosity. Before we left, we had sex twice again, in the little study room we had used so many times before, but we turned the lights out, having risked enough attention for one night. Having had sex with Jon, there would no longer be any awkwardness or hesitation performing the intimate moves choreographed into our dance. No more falls. No more slips. And no more reticence on Jon's part, to touch my naked body in front of others. If for no other reason, our night of intimacy had gotten us past that hurdle. The next afternoon, I gathered the other four dancers whom I planned to include in the performance, hoping they would be brave enough to perform a few moments of daring, in order to make what was to me, an important artistic and political statement. Jon and I ran through the moves together to show them how it could be done, and a conversation with the make-up department reassured everyone involved that my 'clever' scheme could be pulled off with a bit of practice. Within a week, we were ready, and performed the piece, as re-conceived, for the department chair and the recital director. We incorporated excerpts from "African Sanctus", a composition by David Fanshawe, along with a native drum ...
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