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Chapter 7 by Dismfer Dismfer

Do you make it back or does something happen?

You pass a dance class doing yoga on the way.

You loop your arm around Mindy's neck as you head back to your dorm. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the classical ballet class was stretching on the quad in leggings and sports bras. You pull up short to take in the sight. The class was not very large, about ten or so students, and they seemed to be following the lead of their professor, a fiftyish woman with a stern look and short hair. You've visited her class a handful of times and she's actually a pretty agreeable person, if a bit of a perfectionist. Keeps in shape too. If she was only a decade younger...oh well, plenty of fish in the sea.

Speaking of fish in the sea you scan your eyes over the class, they were in a pose now that required them to lay on their backs with their feet pointed skyward. With an invitation like that how could you refuse? You meander up to the class Mindy slowly following behind.

"Hey ladies," you greet with a leer. Your presence is met with a groan by much of the class. "Nice day in the park?"

Most of the students mumble, or pointedly ignore you. Not that you really mind. You scan your eyes around the group looking for your next source of relief. You can feel the professor's glare as you look.

"Unfortunately," she tells you unprompted. "Several of my students will not be able to perform for the final show due to your needs," with nod she indicates a few girls sitting in the grass bellies round and tits full. "So I felt it was best to let the whole class get some air and work out some final's week tension."

You nod absently as she talks, not really all that interested in why they were out here. You've already spotted your newest girl, a small girl with skin as pale as the snow and hair so blond it matched. Walking over to where she is laying you slowly start to pull at her leggings. With a slight look of surprise and indulgence, she raises her hips to allow you to slide her pants off.

"What's your name," you ask as you fish your cock out from under your skirt. After the busy day you've had you have to give it a few quick pumps to wake it up all the way.

"Dominque," she answers with a slight accent.

"Oh la la," you coo as you push your cock into her tight pussy. Dancers always had the best pussy, leg workouts and all. "You come all the way from France?"

"Oui," she moans as you thrust. "I come to study dance, I wish to perform in Paris Ballet, Professor Gordan says I'm...ugh...top of ze class."

"This pussy...ah...certainly is top of the class." She seemed less than impressed by your joke. Not that it mattered, her pussy was warm and tight. You couldn't help but stare right into her eyes as you worked into her vag like it owed you money. She honestly seemed sweet. Even as you pounded away she just stared at you, almost like she was enjoying things a bit. Like someone who had fun folding laundry by getting into the routine. Despite your usual policy it didn't seem right to mess with her too much.

"Flip over," you tell her as you slide out. She nods absent-mindedly. After she gets on her belly you pull her up a bit before sliding your now wet and lubed cock into her ass. She groans in mild protest, more at the instruction than the act and grips her yoga mat tightly. Anal is about as close as you get to actual birth control here, so you can count this as your good deed for the day. If her cunt was tight her asshole is a vice. It nearly crushes your cock as you slowly work your way in and out. A hole this tight isn't something you can really pound. Not that it matters after a few minutes your balls churn and you fill her ass up with fresh cum.

You pull out of her and sit back on the grass for a bit. She rolls to her side, likely not willing to sit fully and shoots you a shy smile. The sort of look you might get from someone who held the door open in an elevator. You smiled back content in knowing you were going to let her dance in Paris.

Then you grab the back of her head lightly and pull her toward your cock.

"Clean me up," you say as she gives a bit of grimace before licking the cock that just came out of her own ass.

Hey, no one claimed you were a saint.

Now is it time to head to the dorm?

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