In the morning, Bill Johnson came to give Judy a lift to the studio and to take a look at her ailing car. As he watched her come down the walk, he thought once again that she was the most gorgeous creature in the world. Her beauty was pure, so fragile, it stirred his very soul just to see her. It had been years since he had made love to her in the drive-in movie, but he had no illusions. Judy offered him friendship – and a quickie every once in a while, nothing more.
Judy slid into the car. "Bill, you're sweet." She studied his face, liking it as always – the dependable dark eyes, the strong bones, the slightly disheveled brown hair, the prominent bulge in the crotch of his jeans.
"You know I don't mind," he said, shrugging his broad shoulders.
"I know you don't," she acknowledged. "So I appreciate it even more." She turned sideways in the seat as she spoke, her breast strained at the front of her bodysuit.
Bill pulled into the parking lot of Judy's studio and said, "I'll take a look at your car." Judy walked to stand beside him as he lifted the hood. He located the trouble, and Judy threw her arms around his neck, pressing her body tightly against him. She felt the bulge in his jeans jerk. Judy kissed his cheek. "You're wonderful."
Bill reached down to cup her buttocks, but at that moment a car pulled into the driveway. With her, arms around Bill's neck, Judy turned her head. "Be careful. That must be my new pupil."
Turning around to greet Beth, Judy was struck dumb. The man who approached with the girl was tall and dark. Judy knew how his voice would sound before he spoke. Just as she knew his taste in jackets.
Beth introduced him as her uncle, L.D. Bickford.
"Ms. Adams." L.D.'s tone was so bland, Judy thought perhaps he hadn't recognized her after all. A glimpse of his face, however, banished the theory. Recognition was mixed with mockery.
"Mr. Bickford." Her tone was polite. "I appreciate you coming with Beth this morning."
"My pleasure," he returned.
Saying a quick good-bye to Bill, Judy led the way into the studio. "If you'll just make yourself comfortable, Mr. Bickford," she said, "Beth and I will work the barre for a while."
L.D. gave Judy a nod and moved to a seat. Damn, this woman is one hot lady. Just the sight of her sets my blood to boil.
"The classes are small," she began as she drew on the leg warmers. She smiled at Beth then moved to a mirrored wall. Placing her hand on the barre she indicated for Beth to stand in front of her. "First position."
The two lithe figures moved simultaneously. "Grand plie," Judy directed. Now four figures, the twin reflections in the large mirror, changed position flawlessly.
With seemingly no effort, they dipped into deep knee bends. Judy watched Beth's back, her legs, her feet for posture, positioning, style… and she watched the way Beth's body suit worked up in the deep crack that separated the girl's twin flesh buttocks.
Slowly, she began to take Beth through the five positions, working her thoroughly. Judy could see that Beth had talent, and more important, she had endurance and drive. She was further gifted with the sleek build and angelic face of a classical dancer. Her every move was an expression of her love for the art, and Judy responded to her involvement. Here was a dancer who would make it. Excitement began to course through Judy's body. And I'm going to help her. Much of the help Judy had in mind had nothing to do with ballet.
When the session was over, Judy said to Beth, "I don't have to tell you that you've got a great deal of talent; your other teachers have told you that."
"It means everything to have you say it," Beth said.
Surprise lifted Judy's brow. "Why?"
"Because you're the most wonderful dancer I've ever seen. And I know if you hadn't given it up, you'd be the most famous ballerina in the country. Alexis Bronff chose you for his partner, and he said you were the finest Juliet he ever danced with, and…" She stopped abruptly. Color deepened her cheeks.
Sincerely touched, Judy asked, "Tell me, Beth, what do you want?"
"To dance. To be famous," she answered immediately. "Like you."
Judy gave a quick laugh and shook her head. "I only wanted to dance," she told her. For the moment amusement flickered out. "I would like to get to know you better… uh… before we really start to work."
The look that passed between the woman and the young girl did not go unnoticed by L.D.. He smiled, shifted in his seat to hide his bulging crotch. Damn they were beautiful. Both of them.
Off and on during the day, Judy's thoughts returned to L.D. Bickford. What sort of man was he? She remembered the exploring way he had looked at her and the quiet, even texture of his voice. The bulge in the front of his trousers was full and inviting. God, it's been so long since… Suddenly she became aware of her own lips becoming moist and hot between her shapely legs. Her nipples jutted from the thin cotton material and sent tingles through her each time the soft material moved.
She was alone in the studio after the last class. Irresistibly, her eyes were drawn down to the record she held in her hand. Without hesitating, she dropped it onto the turntable.
Judy hurriedly stripped the cotton tights from her body. Now clad only in the briefest of panties, her breasts free of confinement, her ballet shoes barely touching the floor, Judy began to dance. Beth had brought back memories of Don Quixote's Dulcinea. It had always been a favored role of Judy's because of the enthusiasm and power. Now, as the music poured into the room, her naked body came to life with the need to dance.
As she danced, she was Dulcinea, all spirit, all challenge. When the music built toward the finish, Judy began her fouettes. Around and around with speed and style she twirled herself. It seemed she could go on forever, like a ballerina in a music box, effortlessly spinning to the tune. As the toy stopped with the music, so did she. Judy crumpled to the floor, head bowed one knee up in the air, the other flat on the hard wood.
"Bravo."
With both hands clasped to her, one across her naked breasts, the other covering her scantily covered crotch, she whirled. There, straddling one of her wooden chairs, was L.D. Bickford. She was breathing heavily, both from the exertion of the dance and from her own state of arousal, her skin wildly flushed and her eyes were huge. She was not alone. She saw L.D. rise from the chair and start toward her, something more than breathlessness began to flutter inside her.
"Magnificent," he murmured with his eyes still locked on her. "I must apologize for intruding, but I'm not the least bit sorry to have been your audience."
"I didn't know anyone was here," she stammered. Her hands kept trying to cover herself until Judy finally realized the futility of the effort and let them fall to her side. "I don't mind, did you really like it?"
"My knowledge of ballet is limited. My knowledge of sensuality and beauty is far more reliable. Yes, I liked it. What was that dance from… or was it a creation of your own?"
"From Don Quixote. Oh, I'll get your jacket." When she turned her back to L.D., her firm, smooth buttocks were plainly visible through the wispy material of her panties. L.D. stared at the dark crack that separated the white globes and saw a few of her cunt hairs that were exposed around the elastic leg bands.
Judy turned back to face him. Now he could see the patch of wet pubic hair that was matted to her sweaty skin. Their eyes met. They moved closer together. L.D. wrapped his beefy arms around her tiny body. She put her hands up to the back of his head and offered her mouth to him.
L.D. groaned deep in his throat as he lowered his head until he could taste the sweetness of her lips. He stuck his tongue deep into her mouth to entwine with her own soft flap.
"Ohhhh," Judy moaned involuntarily. "Uuuummmmmmm!" She molded her body to his and ground her panty covered crotch hard against his bulge. She was trying to mold their bodies into one. That was something L.D. had already planned for. He knew just what to do. Ballet was nice, but fucking this beautiful young woman would be pure pleasure.
L.D. reached down and cupped Judy's buttocks in one of his huge paws. The other hand was busy rubbing up and down her spine.
Judy felt herself gushing with the wetness of her desires. Her panties were, thoroughly soaked now. The crotch was stuck to her pussy. With each probe of L.D.'s thick fingers between her legs, Judy sent another flood of cuntal oil onto the crotch panel. It was sopping and the fresh gushes ran down the inside of her thighs. She was so hot… it had been years since she had been this excited. If she didn't get him inside her quickly, she was going to faint… and she didn't want to miss any of the action she craved so much.
"Not here," she said, breaking away for a moment. "Lock the door and come into my office." She turned and flew through the door before L.D. could respond.
He started stripping off his shirt while he walked across to the outside door. After securing it, he made a bee-line to the office. When he stepped through the door, his breath was almost taken away by the beauty that was waiting. He stopped and took a moment to appreciate her.
"Come to me," she said, laying back on a hide-a-bed she'd quickly unfolded. Her arms were extended toward him. "Let me help you undress."
L.D. moved to the side of the bed. His legs were shaking like a teenager's. This girl was different, he knew. She would not be just a quickie. She would be special or not at all.
Judy reached over and unzipped his pants and undid the button. He wore no belt. When she unfolded the material, his cock sprang forward, hitting her on the cheek with a soft slap of its velvety tip. She did not touch it. Instead, she tugged his pants down past his knees, noting that he wore no under shorts. "Now you finish," she said. "Hurry up and join me on the bed."
While L.D. finished shucking his clothing and shoes, Judy tore her wispy panties from her hips. The cool air almost took her breath when it hit her swollen cuntlips. She turned to look at him, a large drop of clear precum was dangling from the head of his cock. Judy ran her tongue around her lips in anticipation of tasting the meaty rod.
When he joined her on the bed, their hungry eyes; their hungry mouths; their hungry hands explored each other's bodies with a frenzy neither of them had known before. Their every movement was directed to getting familiar with the, other. Mouths left slick trails as tongues flicked and tasted. Hands molded around breasts, hard shafts, and probed inside her gaping cuntlips to the very gate of her tunnel.
L.D. tried to shift down to lower his head to her furry slit. Judy tried to move up to devour his throbbing rod. In their excitement and haste, it seemed to take them forever to get into the classical "69" position. Head to crotch, they first sniffed the fragrance of the other. The heady odors made them dizzy with desire.
Judy was on top. She pushed each of her arms under L.D.'s thighs and spread his legs wide, to give her a clear view and free access to his thick cock and the wrinkled ballsac hanging below. She shoved her arms on around, lowering her body as she went, until she could fondle and squeeze his twin plums. Her mouth opened wide. She shot her tongue out in small flicking motions to lap at the shaft's purple tip. She caught the drop of precum on her tongue and held it there, savoring the man-taste to the fullest.
"Ooohhhh, yes," L.D. moaned, shoving his hips up to feed more of his rigid rod into her mouth. "Yes, Judy, baby. That feels so good. Suck my cock."
Slowly, she lowered her mouth until her lips were stretched tightly around the flange behind the huge cockhead. She went to sucking and licking with her tongue, until she had the head covered with spit and sensitive to her touch.
She relaxed her throat muscles and continued to engulf the man shaft past the gateway until it was seated firmly inside her mouth and throat. Her nose was buried in his wiry patch of curly cockhair. Judy breathed in deeply. She loved the smell of a man. Then, she began her up and down motion with a slowness that was driving L.D. wild.
"Ooohhhh," he cried. "I love it. I can't take too much of that action, though. You're sucking me soooooooo gooooooood!" His hips began to thrash on the bed.
L.D. reached up to spread her legs wide and gain access to her pink slit, glistening with its own juices and peeking through her soft cunthair. He ran his tongue up the outside of her outer lips and down the other side. Judy squirmed around, trying to seat her gaping cunt over his mouth. He wanted to give her the same thrills he was receiving.
When she was working on his cock in a steady rhythm again, L.D. dove right in and sealed his open mouth to her cuntlips. His tongue probed and dipped deep into the very essence of her cunt. He scooped out tonguefuls of her juices and swallowed them. She tasted sweet, with a hint of sweat from her recent workout – she smelled and tasted like a woman.
"Eeeiiiiiiii!" she squeeled from around his prick. "Uuunnnnnggg! Mmmmmmmmppphhhhhh!"
"Sorry, but I can understand you," he teased, taking his mouth from her hot box. "Hasn't anyone ever taught you not to talk with your mouthful?"
"You're cruel," she snapped. "I had to take that wonderful shaft out of my mouth just when I was about to get a drink of your jism."
"Not yet," he said. "I want to bury that rod deep in this hot pussy I shoot my load. You can eat a mouthful of cum later. Right now, let's fuck."
"Who am I to deny a guest?" Judy rolled over onto her back while L.D. crawled around between her widely flung legs. "Come fill this cunt, like you filled my mouth. But this time, you aren't going to get to quit until I get a gut-washing stream of hot cum inside me. I'm going crazy for your milk."
"Your wish is my command," he said. "Now hang on for the dance lesson of your life." He gripped one of her legs in each hand and held them back, pressing her knees against her shoulders until her ass was on the mattress. Her cunt gaped open and ready.
L.D. centered his cockhead at the gate by wiggling his hips. Judy thought it was as if the prick had a mind of its own. It knew where to go.
With a long, slow thrust, he drove his shaft into her. The outerlips of her cunt were stretched tight around the thick shaft, pulling inward as the long tube disappeared into her tunnel of love.
"Uuuuuuggggghhhhhh!" she grunted. "Oh, my… my God… I'm filled to my stomach. Now, fuck me, you gorgeous hunk. Fuck the living hell right out of me." With that, she thrust upward, almost raising her heavy load off the bed.
"You asked for it," he said. With that, he began to withdraw about six inches of shaft and ram it back with a force that shook the walls when the hide-a-bed rocked back and forth.
Judy locked her legs around his waist and gave as good a fucking as she got. Her pride would allow no less. "Oh, oh, oh, fuck meeeeee!" she cried. "Your fucking me to death. Drive that cock deep in my womb. I can feel it pushing at the womb's opening. You're deer in me than anyone's ever been. Now fuck me harder. Harder. Harderrrrrr!"
"I'm gonna cum," he said. "This cunt's so tight I can't hold back. Here it comes. I'm cccccuuuuummmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!" L.D. drove deep into her cunt one last time and held it there while a river of scalding jism poured from the mushroom head.
"I'm cumming, too!" She trembled and shook. Her hands were clawing at his back. The soft pads of her fingers were pressing deep into his back.
They bounced and thrashed in the throes of climax until both of them were covered in sweat and out of breath. They lay gasping in each other's arms. He collapsed on Judy. Judy's legs fell limp to the bed beside him thighs. They lay there for several minutes until they had rested enough to move.
"Let's try something else," Judy suggested, snuggling up against his sweaty body. She lapped up the man-sweat with her tongue. "I love the taste of a good man."
"I would rather get cleaned up now and take you to dinner tonight. We can have a better time if we're rested," he said. "Would you have dinner with me?"
It took Judy a moment to react. "Dinner?" she gave him an ingenuous stare as she gave the invitation some thought. "What about Beth? I wouldn't want to have any jealousy there, she's such a good dancer."
"Beth's my niece. I am her guardian, nothing more. She probably would be delighted if we were dating. How about it?"
"I don't know. Still, I would like to have another go around with you."
His brows lifted at her bluntness, but he nodded. "Then it's set. I'll pick you up at seven. I already know the address." Before she could comment, L.D. had dressed and walked to the door. He turned and blew her a kiss and was gone.