 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 20.05. at 02:39:28 >>>Matt was just freshly twelve years old, and the sexual stirrings that had begun for him when he was eight had suddenly been switched from "stir" to "whip." Things that he considered merely "interesting" two years ago now sent him into paroxysms of frustrated desire. Not the least of these was exercise programs. All those girls in leotards and tights, swaying, stretching...Seems like Matt spent half of his time in front of the TV and the other face down on his bed, churning away to the image of some lovery young lady in dancewear, asking him to be her spotting partner.>>>But on this saturday, there was an unwelcome (at first) discontinuity in his routine. Seems his 15-year-old sister was planning a slumber party, and what with all of her girlfriends ranging all over the house preparing for the evening, Matt just couldn't get alone enough to get a good session going. They hogged the TV, so "Work Out With Madeline" was out of the question (Madeline was Matt's favorite exercise show host. She always wore a low-cut leotard with colorful tights, and had a sort of breathiness in her voice that turned our hero into a small-scale satyr. But not today, as Delia's friends were constantly piled in front of the set watching MTV. And he just couldn't manage to masturbate with all those people talking so close to his door!>>>So, by the time his folks had left for the show (Delia was an almost supernaturally responsible young lady), all Matt could think of was the moment when all of his sister's friends would tumble into the TV room to watch some-video-or-other, so he'd be safe to grind out a few orgasms (Matt's record was six in one day, and though the last few felt he was like wringing out a rag, he still came back for more.)>>>Finally, he heard the girls (there were twelve of them) assembling downstairs, and the sound of a movie starting on the VCR, so he stripped down, bunched up his pillow, and prepared to release a whole day's longing.>>>He straddled the pillow, fixed an image of Madeline in mind, and started humping, but at two strokes to heaven (his breath was just starting to catch in that way that foretold his orgasm,) there was a knock upon his door.>>>"Just a minute!" he choked, squeezing his rampant member hard. Matt was too young to know what Tantra was, but he now knew how it felt. He scrambled around for his pants and shirt, as the knocking continued. He dressed hastily, calling out "Hold your horses, Sis!" then flinging the door open angrily.>>>It wasn't his sister, but rather her friend Susan. Susan was a slender girl with black hair and eyes, but a creamy-white complexion. All of fifteen, she'd already had to fight off guys interested in probing her deeper parts. Matt's gaze travelled from her smiling face down her lovely body (covered in just an oversized T-shirt,) and coming to rest on her legs. Matt gasped. Susan was wearing snow-white tights! As he glanced at her feet, she wriggled her toes at him, the tights wrinkling and smoothing as her feet moved in them.>>>"Hi, Matthias!" (Susan always insisted on using people's full names) "Uh, listen. Delia and two of the other girls don't want to watch the movie, they'd rather come up here and listen to music. We were wondering, would you like to come down and watch a movie with us?">>>"What movie?" Matt gasped, not really caring.>>>"It's actually a video of great dance performances. It's really cool, You'll like it.">>>In truth, Matt would watch a Bee Gees concert if it meant sitting anywhere near those legs and feet. When he thought of that, his erection scooted up his belly, the head of his penis pressing against the waistband of his pants. "Er, ah...sure. OK. You sure that the other girls want me down there?">>>"Wait." She said, smoothing one leg (and making Matt's head spin) "Gang?" she called, "Can Matt come down and watch the video with us?">>>From downstairs came a chorus of "Yeah"s one girl adding "Long as he follows the rules!">>>"What rules?" asked Matt. Suspicion was a reflex with him.>>>"Well, my dear Matthias, it's like this. The theme for this party is 'T-shirts and tights.' If you want to join us, you'll have to slip into these." She pulled a wad of many pairs of colored tights and handed them to him. "No, not all of them. Pick out a color you'd like, slip into 'em, put on a t-shirt, and come on down.">>>"BUT, BUT, BUT...">>>"C'mon, Matthias. Don't be a wet end.">>>"Yeah, but-">>>"But nothing, Matt!" Delia appeared in the doorway. "Do what she says, or I'll tell everyone in your school that you did. Simple.">>>Matt was astonished. He couldn't believe the bind he was in. He closed the door on the two of them as Susan said "I like the turquoise ones a lot!">>>He sat alone in his room for about ten minutes, staring at the enormous flower of nylon that seemed to bloom from his hands, listeneing to the cries of "TONIGHT, MATT!" and "WHAT"S TAKING SO LONG?" from downstairs. Then, suddenly, it hit him. NINE OLDER GIRLS IN TIGHTS. Trembling, he chose a pair (turquoise, naturally,) and slipped into them, gasping as he felt the nylon caress his feet, his legs, his groin, and his rear. He ran his hands over the tights, marvelling at how wonderful they felt on his legs, and under his hands. His penis throbbed with delight, the nylon softly rubbing against him as he moved. Then, with a gulp, he shrugged into a canary-yellow T-shirt and padded timidly downstairs on soft, turquoise feet.>>>"ABOUT TIME!" the girls chorused as he made his entrance. They were all he'd ever wanted, even better than Madeline. Though Susan was definitely the prize of the group, all the girls looked astonishingly sexy. It seemed that all the best colors the rainbow had to offer were on their legs. Red, pink, orange, powder blue-one girl (a slightly chubby, pretty blonde) wore tan opaques. Her legs looked nude, but with the texture of velvet, until you looked at her feet and saw the toes obscured by opaque nylon. It was heaven!>>>Delia and two of her friends (one of whom chose to buck the dress code) swept past him. Delia whispered "Make it worth the money, or you're dead, got it?" as she passed him. "What does that mean?" he thought, until Susan interrupted him.>>>"WHOOO! C'mon down, let's have a look!" The other girls agreed noisily. Matt felt a pang of fear and embarassment, but slowly entered the room. "TURN AROUND!" the girls chorused. "Slowly." Susan added, looking into his eyes and sucking on her finger.>>>Matt did a slow turn, and when his butt was visible, the girls practically screamed. At first, Matt thought that they were making fun of him, but none of them seemed to be laughing. When one girl moaned "That's an ASS!" and some of the other girls let out these really odd growling noises, Matt felt his penis stiffen, in spite of the embarrassment he felt. That shame was starting to melt away, under the admiration of the nine girls left in the room. When he finished the turn, the girls all shrieked delightedly, some pointing at his crotch. >>>Matt, puzzled, glanced down at his crotch. His erection stood out in almost perfect view, the tight, thin nylon revealing the shape of his young manhood almost perfectly. He yelled, covering himself with the wad of tights he was given, the colorful legs dangling from his groin like some improbably-colored octopus' legs.>>>"My t-shirt's too short!" he cried, starting back up the stairs.>>>"No, it's not!" cried Taffy (really her name,) starting after him. The other girls followed. They caught him at the stairs, Taffy wrapping her arms around his thighs (and pressing her cheek to his ass), the other girls putting their hands where they could, though all of them seemed to manage to get at least one hand below his waistline.>>>He fell to the ground and struggled, but finally Susan slipped a pair of dance trunks over his kicking legs (making sure she took a quick but deliberate stroke at his penis with her palm as she slid them over his hips.)>>>When it was all over, he found himself more suitably covered (a relative term,) with the sexily splayed, brightly clad legs of his sister's friends all around him. He caught a glimpse of Susan's tights-covered privates, and he knew he wouldn't be struggling any more. His erection pulsed under it's nylon binding, a tiny drop of moisture oozing through the fabric at the head of his penis. "Just don't shoot." he anxiously thought, referring to himself.>>>"Well, if you're ready, we can start the video." Elaine (mint-green tights under a dark-green T) said, her hand on the "play" button.>>>"Yeah, go." gasped Susan, climbing off Matt's chest. "You'll be OK now, won't you, Matthias?">>>Y-Y-Y-Yeah..." Matt stammered, sitting up.>>>The video started abruptly, with a shot of a young man pulling on a pair of gray tights over a dancebelt. It obviously wasn't a professional video, and soon Matt recognized the room as the studio where some of the girls in the room took dance class. >>>The girls erupted into cheers. "Oh! Legs to die for!" "God, he's hot. Pity he's, you know..." "Ever do partner work with him? I thought I'd come!" It went on like that for about an hour, the girls getting bolder, commenting rudely on the young men they were watching as Matt sat transfixed by what was on the screen, but moreso what was going on around him. The girls would brush his feet (and twice, his erection) with theirs, the nylon-covered toes making his breath catch, their soft chuckles seeming warm and inviting, not taunting (like the laughs he'd be getting if he pissed his sister off!)>>>Then one girl said, "Hey, why are we looking at our gay classmates in tights, when we've got an obviously aroused young fellow in tights in the room with us?" Matt had no time to react. Suddenly Susan straddled him, kissing him deeply as she lowered herself onto him, her nylon-clad groin pressing hotly against his penis. "Get rid of these." she ordered breathlessly, working the dance trunks down his hips and legs.>>>Now there was just two pairs of tights between them. She put her hands on his shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes, as her hips began to churn gently against him, the soaking nylon of her tights squirming against his, her behind tensing and relaxing with an ever-increasing rhythm and intensity. He tentatively began to touch her legs as they trashed against him, her orgasm beginning to toss her around like a toy. He slid his hands up to her butt, and she began to scream with delight, until he pushed her over, pressed himself between her legs, and began grinding. "Hope your pillow doesn't get jealous..." she chuckled briefly. When she grabbed his bucking, humping hips and slid her hands around to cup his nylon-covered ass, she started yelling like the house was on fire. Her hips bucked back, weaving from side to side as she came, her toes clutching at his calves as she stiffened, then let out a sound that seemed a combination of moan and yell. The noises kept tearing out of her, gradually softening as she returned to Earth.>>>After Susan had collected herself, she smiled at Matt, rubbing her hands over his nylon covered erection. "Okay," she called. "I'm done. For now. He's all yours, girls!">>>They attacked. Elaine (in maroon tights and a sports bra) slid herself under him as Susan slipped away, and began to hump at him with an urgent intensity, as Kathy (in the tan tights) sat spread-eagled before him, holding his face between her legs with both hands as she ground away at his eagerly kissing lips.>>>For hours he kissed and humped, fondled and stroked them, as his penis ached with desire, the rod feeling like steel beneath the soft, caressing tights, the wet spot at the tip (right above the soaked spot- though the girls made him change into dry tights after every one of their wet, screaming orgasms.)>>>Finally, everyone but Matt was exhausted, dreamily fondling each other with their hands, legs, and feet, softly kissing Matt with gentle lips.>>>Then Matt found himself in black tights, and once again scouring his nylon-covered cock against Susan's white tights. When he raised her feet to his face and brought her toes to his lips, she let out a roar so loud Delia and her friends came down to see what had happened. Their state of deshabille told Matt that they were having a party of their own up there.>>>Finally, the pressure began to build in Matt's groin, overwhelming him as his hips and ass lost control, grinding and pounding at his lover's crotch as he caressed her feet with his lips, letting out a long, shuddering howl of release as his penis erupted, the hot, sticky jets of semen gushing one after another into his tights, as the girls stared and hollered encouragement.>>>That morning he was found sleeping with his guests, their tights-covered legs intertwined. They were found by Taffy's parents, who'd come to pick her up.>>>"Barry? Is that boy wearing tights?">>>"I think so." the father replied, trying to pick Matt's legs out of the tangle before him.>>>Matt awoke, startled to see two denizens of the real world before him. Then he realized where he was, what he was wearing. He scrambled for something, anything to cover himself up with, (and in the process waking up everyone elsde in the room.)>>>Taffy was horrified. She tried to stammer an explanation, but her folks held up a hand.>>>"No, Taffy. Don't try to explain. Any of you. We know what went on here." her father began. >>>"The question is," her mother continued, "what are you all willing to do to keep us from telling anyone else...">>>Susan piped up. "Anything, really..." she smirked, noting that Taffy's dad had a pretty good physique himself.>>>"Not necessary," Taffy's dad interrupted "the boy'll be enough for us both, I think.">>>They both patted Matt on his bottom. Answers to this message:
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