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Story Codes: Female/Female, Female/Females, Mind Control, Incest, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Ass to Mouth, Sex Toys, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Domination/Submission, Spanking, SciFi

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as it’s constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.

Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.

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T. Ropex

I was ready for my next day of vacation. I was so eager for whatever the AI had in store for me. My vacation through Earthling Dreams was living up to the reputation and the cost. So I stretched and was ready to watch more humans forced to act out their own live re-creations.

Why would they produce those videos if that was not an accurate depiction of their society?

“Yes, it is illogical,” said the AI. The Fantasy Assist Ver 4.27. “This is why humans are a lower species. It is no wonder that vacations on Earth were only recently approved. Well, I have located the next scenario.”

“I am ready,” I said, eager for it.

“Then we are off.”

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Ingrid Persson

I yawned as I walked down the sidewalk with my twin sister Sigrid to our ballet practice. We were training under Madam Katarina. I liked ballet, but she was a very easy instructor. She didn’t push us. Not like our last one.

She was a complete nightmare. A task driver. It was why my sister and I quit and found a new teacher. Sigrid was staring at her phone as she walked, her gym bag slung over her shoulder. We were identical girls. A pair of blondes, tall but slender.

We were, perhaps, too tall for ballet. You had to be a slender thing to be a proper ballet dancer, and if you grew tits too big or put on too much weight, you were out. At least, that was what the old teacher said. What a bitch.

We were nineteen now. Our growth spurt was over. So we weren’t getting any taller. Our last teacher—I didn’t even want to think that bitch’s name—had yelled at us over our height. As if we could help being “towering oaks just blundering around.”

I opened the door for my sister. We headed into Madam Katarina’s dance studio. We were her early students. I yawned as we entered the dance hall. It had the warm-up bars to the right by the mirrors. On the other side were seats for parents to watch as their children practiced. Not that there were any of those here.

We were the only students right now.

I threw down my gym bag and sat on the chair. I pulled off my hoodie. I had my leotard on already with my tights covering my legs. Mine was pink with purple tights, opposite of what Sigrid wear. She yawned and stretched in her purple leotard. She sat down beside me, stretching.

We pulled on our ballet shoes. They were stiff and tight, binding our feet together. I could stand on the point of my toes with them on. It still hurt. It would always hurt, but that was the “Price to perform beautiful art,” or so said our last teacher.

“I am so tired,” Sigrid said, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.

“Mmm,” I said and rose.

Out from the back, Madam Katarina appeared. She wore a light-blue leotard and gray tights. She was a slender woman in her forties. Still beautiful, but fading. Her black hair was cut short in a rather butch fashion like she was a lesbian or something.

Not that I thought she was. She certainly never leered at us or hit on us. That other bitch, though… I was certain she wanted to dyke out on us at times. That she was just biding her time for the moment to prey on us.

What a terrible cunt.

“Welcome, welcome,” said Madam Katarina. She had a soft voice and a gentle smile. “Let’s get warmed up.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sigrid said.

I smiled. I was more positive than Ingrid. We were identical twins, but our personalities had slowly differed over the years. We were so close as children, but now we had a balance. I reached the bars ahead of her, smiling at her to encourage her.

She rolled her blue eyes and joined me.

Madam Katarina took her place beside me, facing me. She smiled at me and said, “And let’s warm up, girls!”

As we started stretching and extending our legs, a man appeared on the other end of the room. A boring, nondescript man that I didn’t care about. I just ignore him and bent my legs or extended one, holding onto the bar.

We went through the same motions as every class with Madam Katarina nodding along. She was so gentle. None of that yelling. When one of us wasn’t quite perfect, she just gave us a nudge. Asked us to do it again.

“Just extend the leg a tad farther, Ingrid,” she told me. “There you go. You feel the difference.”

“Yes, Madam Katarina,” I said. The old bitch would have screamed at me until I was terrified.

“Good, good,” she said. “And Sigrid, you want to keep your back straighter. There you go. Just like that. You’re doing great.”

“Thanks,” Ingrid said.

After we were warmed up, Madam Katarina went over to the dock and put her phone in. Some classical music started playing. I knew the song and the dance that was supposed to go with it. I moved not position and rose onto my tiptoes.

With Sigrid, I danced. We moved around the room, our bodies flowing as we went through our dance steps. I flowed into a grand battement à la seconde to pose called the arabesque, standing on one leg in a demi-plié, a slight bend in my knee. I danced en pointe, on the tip of my toes, for a bit, before going into a pas de cheval.

“You’re doing wonderful, ladies,” said Madam Katarina, “but mind your demi-plié, Ingrid. You need just a slight bend of the knee. You don’t want to lose balance.”

I nodded and did a petit saut, a small jump.

“Sigrid, you have to go lower for a grand plié,” Madam Katarina said next. “That was barely more than a petite plié. I know you can do it. Yes, yes, like that. Very good. You’re both doing so wonderfully.”

The man was watching us. I ignored him, but he seemed to be waiting.

I performed a relevé, rising from demi-plié to en pointe on one foot. I turned in place from that position and came back down, sweeping my arms up into the air. A gleam of sweat coated my body as I moved through the forms.

I felt so free. I was so happy right now. I was dancing.

“Your form is very good, ladies,” Madam Katarina said. “But you can be a little better. Backs a tad straightened. That’s it. You’re improving so much, ladies.”

I beamed at her. So glad that my sister and I found a supportive teacher.

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T. Ropex

I watched the girls dancing. They moved in ways I had never seen before. I was entranced by their beauty. I didn’t need them to become lesbians yet. I just wanted to see them moving. They rose onto their tiptoes.

“How do they do that?” I asked in awed.

“They have worked hard and trained hard,” said the AI. “The scenario is ready to be implemented.”

I nodded, watching the girls twirl. They were identical to one another. I had never seen two humans who were mirrors of each other. “Did they become that way through surgery?”

“They are twins,” said the AI. “Human reproduction is primitive and occurs entirely in the woman’s uterus. Early after insemination, the zygote had an error and divided in half, forming two blastocysts that became two fetuses who have the same DNA. They are identical to each other on the genetic level, though thanks to environmental effects, they have minor phonological differences from each other, including in their behavior.”

“Fascinating,” I said. “That’s even more incestuous than just if they were sisters.”

“Twincest is the portmanteau that was created to describe it by some Earthlings.”

I was eager, watching the girls dance past each other. They both jumped into the air, their legs scissoring out, before they landed on their tiptoes and spun about. I shook my head at the skill, but… I wanted to see them fuck more than ever.

“Adjusting the scenario,” the AI said.

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Sigrid Persson

I swept into a rond de jambe, turning clockwise on one foot en pointe, my other leg moving to keep me spinning in place. I came out of it facing my sister. She did the same, panting. The music ended. Our dance over.

“Very good, ladies,” said Madam Katarina. “Just a few points.”

I glanced at her. She was such a better teacher than our last one. Ingrid was happier around her, and I didn’t have to cry in the corner every five minutes. I smiled at Madam Katarina as she walked over to us. The slender woman wore a warm smile that…

I blinked as she had huge breasts that were barely constrained by her leotard. They spilled out the sides of it. The blue leotard was cut narrow in the crotch, cupping her pussy and her thick bush. A few golden strands of hairs spilled out. The back vanished into her butt-crack. She held a riding crop in her hand. She wore her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun.

Wait, wait, wait, what is going on? a voice whispered in my mind. Why does she have a riding crop? When did her hair become blonde?

“That was terrible, ladies!” Madam Katarina hissed, her big tits jiggling. She was so skinny, but had massive breasts. She looked so top-heavy. More a bimbo than a ballet dancer. She smacked the riding crop into her hand. “Do you know how disgusting that was. You danced like sluts. Harlots. Not pure ballerinas.”

“Hey!” I objected, still feeling off about that. “Don’t say that about my sister!”

Madam Katarina glared at me.

“Sigrid,” Ingrid whimpered. I glanced at my sister. She wore her purple leotard that was cut like a thong in the front, cupping her shaved pussy. We had to keep our pussies shaved per Madam Katarina’s orders. “What are you doing?” My sister had plump lips and big breasts. They were enhanced by surgery.

Why does my sister have a boob job? that stupid voice asked again.

How dumb. She got one with me. It was a requirement for Madam Katarina’s. I shook my head, so confused about why I was even objecting. I had to be obedient to Madam Katarina’s. I drew in a deep breath, my big tits about to break free of my skimpy leotard. I wore pink thigh-high stockings that matched my sister’s purples.

“Bend over,” hissed Madam Katarina.

Ingrid flashed me a commiserating smile. I turned around and bent over. The back of the leotard went through my butt-crack, leaving my butt-cheeks bare. I had never dressed like this before training under Madam Katarina.

“Women should show off their tits and asses while dancing,” said Madam Katarina. “So pure, they do not care how they turn on the men watching them for they do not care about men. They care about only being beautiful for women.”

“En pointe,” hissed Madam Katarina.

CRACK!

Her riding crop smacked across both my butt-cheeks. I yelped in pain and rose up onto my tiptoes, my big titties jiggling. I had to hold my balance through my spanking. I blinked back the pain burning across my rump.

“You are a ballerina, not a slut!” she hissed. “Not a whore who slouches. You stand proud.”

“Yes, Madam Katarina,” I whimpered, my toes already hurting, but I could hold the pose.

CRACK!

“Are you a slut?” she demanded. “A cock-hungry whore that wishes to please men!”

“No!” I gasped.

CRACK!

“I do not believe you,” she said.

CRACK!

“You move with all the grace of a pole dancer! A whore who strips and dances for money. For male attention!”

CRACK!

“Is that you?” she demanded.

My ass burning from the stripes, I gasped out, “Never! I would never be a pole dancer!”

CRACK!

“Then what are you?” Her hand gripped my burning rump. “Huh? What are you, Sigrid? A sow or a swan?”

“A swan, Madam Katarina!”

“Then show me!” Her hand pulled away.

CRACK!

“DANCE!”

I leaped forward into the dance, my tits heaving my leotard. They bounced so much, they escaped out the sides. They were exposed, my nipples hard. I spun in place, my back straight. I performed a perfect rond de jambe and swept into a temps lié, sweeping from the fourth, fifth, and second positions.

My boobs bounced, my ass burning as I swept around the dance room. Madam Katarina walked me, my ballet shoes sliding on the polished hardwood floor. I spun around, my tits smacking together. My pussy burned so much, my crotch wet.

Ingrid watched, nodding.

She was so supportive of me.

“You call that better?” hissed Madam Katarina. “Show your sister how to be a swan, Ingrid!”

Ingrid swept out into the dances. She flowed around me, coming back after executing a flawless piqué turn en pointe. Her tits burst free of her skimpy leotard top. They were magnificent breasts. So big and firm. They bounced as she moved, her nipples hard. My pussy dripped juices as my sister flowed past me.

Her butt-cheeks clenched as she flowed. I wanted to slap my twin sister’s rump.

“Better,” said Madam Katarina.

SMACK!

She slapped my sister on the ass as she passed, giving her butt-cheek a squeeze. I whimpered in envy as Madam Katarina purred, “Mmm, firm.”

Ingrid just whimpered and lost her step. Madam Katarina did not look happy at that. My sister caught herself and moved through first and third positions into a sauté, a jump where she kicked her legs out. She landed en pointe and spun around.

I stared entranced by the beauty of my sister as Madam Katarina moved around behind me. My heart pounded as she slid her arms around me. What was she doing? Ingrid moved with such grace, her bare tits bouncing as she performed another sauté.

“Mmm,” Katarina purred. “Look at that swan flowing.” Her hand slid down my stomach while the other cupped my tit. She squeezed it. “You enjoy watching a swan, yes?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“And that she’s your twin sister only makes it more exciting?” she asked.

I nodded as my sister spun up onto her right foot, her left leg bent. A perfect rond de jambe. Madam Katarina’s hand slid down to my crotch. She cupped my pussy through the fabric of my leotard. I groaned as she stroked up and down me.

“Yes, yes, women appreciate a beautiful swan,” cooed the dominating instructor. “Mmm, you see the beauty, don’t you?”

“I do,” I whimpered as she pulled my leotard to the side and stroked me. “Madam Katarina?”

“You and your sister are ready for your… next level of training,” she said and pinched my clit. “Right?”

Pain and pleasure burst from my bud. “Yes, Madam Katarina!”

My sister kept dancing as I shuddered there, so turned on by the way the dominating ballet instructor caressed me. She made me feel so naughty. I squirmed there as her fingers stroked around my clit. Her other hand kneaded my tit.

This warmth swept through me. My twin sister danced on, unaware that I was being molested by the ballet instructor. I shuddered there at her touch. Her fingers danced over my clit, pleasure sparking through my body.

I whimpered as she slid her fingers through the folds of my cunt and found the entrance.

She thrust into me.

“So tight,” she purred. “Mmm, we’re going to have to stretch that hole out.”

“Y-yes, Madam Katarina,” I whimpered at her touch. “I… I…”

She plunged her fingers in and out of my cunt as my twin sister twirled. Her blonde ponytail whipped behind her. She jumped several times, a series of petit sauts. She looked so sexy. Her tits heaved. I whimpered as Madam Katarina ground the heel of her hand on my clit.

Her other hand found my nipple. She pinched it, her fingernail biting into my nub. I hissed at the pain and trembled, my pussy clamping down on her fingers. I gripped them as she worked those digits in and out of my cunt.

She drove me wild.

I groaned at that. My eyes rolled back into my head. My sister danced passed us, still unaware. Still so sexy. She kicked her leg up as she rose en pointe, her cameltoe on full display. My mouth watered at the sight.

What is wrong with me? that voice asked.

“Mmm, what a delicious sight,” cooed Madam Katarina. “You want to devour your sister. That beautiful swan.”

“What?” I whimpered. That was incest. Lesbian incest.

“Do not lie,” hissed the dominating instructor. She pinched my nipple and ground the heel of her hand on my clit. Pleasure and pain sparked through me. “You want her. Desire her. Speak the truth. Be a swan, and not a sow.”

“I do,” I whimpered, my sister dancing away from us, her butt-cheeks drawing my attention. I wanted to do things to her. I craved her.

“Yes, yes, you’re a swan, too,” she moaned. “Cum for me, little swan. Be beautiful and cum!”v

My sister spun around and gasped. Now she witnessed what was happening. Her eyes were so wide. I shuddered as the ballet instructor pinched and twisted my nipple. Her fingers thrust into my cunt so deep.

“Sigrid,” Ingrid whimpered.

“I’m a swan!” I squealed and came.

My pussy convulsed around Madam Katarina’s fingers. I bucked through the delight. She licked my earlobe as the pleasure swept through me. Stars flashed across my vision, dancing around my gorgeous twin sister.

Ingrid moved closer, her eyes so wide. Her fair cheeks blushed. Her nipples poked out hard. I moaned, staring at her big breasts. I wanted to bury my face between them. I shuddered, my cunt writhing around the instructor’s fingers.

“What are you doing to my sister?” gasped Ingrid.

“Training her to be a swan!” Madam Katarina said, ripping her fingers out of my cunt. “Do not move! Neither of you!”

Ingrid flinched as I trembled, my body quivering through my orgasm. I felt so good. The waves of ecstasy surged through me. I trembled there, my back arching. My boobs jiggled before me as pussy cream ran down my thighs.

“Sigrid,” Ingrid whimpered, my twin sister staring at me. “She… she…”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“I am going to do more than finger her pussy,” Madam Katarina said.

My twin sister glanced to the left and gasped. She clapped her hands over her mouth. I looked back to see Madam Katarina naked. She was drawing on a harness with a thick, purple phallus thrusting from it. A dildo.

My eyes bulged at the sight of the strap-on. That was something that lesbians used. I shuddered there in place. Ingrid shook her head. She took a step back, but Madam Katarina’s voice cracked out like the riding crop.

“STOP!”

My twin sister froze in place. Madam Katarina shook her head and said, “En pointe.”

My sister rose onto her tiptoes, whimpering. She held the pose, her legs straight, her boobs quivering. I shuddered as Madam Katarina rubbed lube onto the dildo. She squeezed it from a bottle, coating the shaft in the glistening oil. Her naked tits rose and fell. They were so obscene on her slender frame.

The Russian woman grinned and bent down. She pulled something else out of her gym bag. A cone. She dumped the lube on that. I didn’t know what that was. She sauntered over to me, her breasts jiggling. I quivered there.

“Approach your sister, Ingrid,” commanded Madam Katarina. “Sigrid, bend over. Ingrid, put your right leg over your sister’s shoulder and stand on one foot. A modified grand battement.”

I bent over so my sister could do it. She looked so confused while I smelled something tart and wonderful. My twin sister’s pussy. I stared at her crotch. The pink leotard molded to her cuntlips. They sealed over it.

I hungered for her cunt. I wanted to feast on her.

“Madam Katarina?” whimpered my sister, her leg draped over my back. “What are you going to do to my sister?”

“Did I tell you to speak?” demanded Madam Katarina. She roughly yanked my leotard out of my butt-crack and to the side, exposing my pussy and butthole. “No. You will be silent. Do you want to be a swan or a sow that dances for men around a pole?”

“A swan,” my sister whimpered. “But… but…”

“SILENCE!”

Madam Katarina’s voice echoed through the room. I shuddered at those words as she pressed something between my butt-crack. At first, I thought it was her dildo until that smacked me in the inner thigh. It was the cone.

She pushed the tip of the lubed cone right against my asshole. My eyes widened. I stared at my sister’s cameltoe, her crotch growing wetter and wetter by the moment. The cone drilled against my backdoor, pushing into me.

“Madam Katarina,” I whimpered as she stretched my asshole out more and more. It burned, this heat melting down to my cunt.

“To be better ballerinas, you must be able to dance with a butt plug,” she said. “I must warm you up. I must stretch you out. Do you wish to be the best? Or do you wish to be a sow and disappoint me?”
“The best!” I whimpered.

“Good.”

She thrust hard. I squealed as my asshole stretched open wide. The fire flared. It almost hurt. Then I realized it was in me. The butt plug stretched my backdoor out. I whimpered at the sensation, squirming there, my breast washing over my sister’s crotch. Her tart aroma filled my nose.

So delicious. I just wanted to feast on her. I wanted to—

Madam Katarina thrust the dildo into my cunt. I gasped as the force pressed my face into my sister’s crotch. Her tart juices soaked through the material and into my mouth. I tasted her cunt mixed with the cotton of her leotard.

“Sigrid!” my twin sister whimpered as my tongue flicked out, pressing the thin strip of her leotard against her pussy. Her tart juices soaked the fabric as I felt the contours of her cuntlips through the cloth. “What are you doing?”

“Blossoming into a swan,” Madam Katarina purred, her dildo buried into my cunt. I was stuffed so full with the butt plug and that big shaft in me. “Mmm, blossom, Sigrid! Show your sister how much you are a swan now.”

“Yes,” I whimpered and licked at my sister’s cunt through her leotard. I lapped at her, stroking my tongue up and down her cloth. I pressed the fabric into her pussy folds, the tart juices soaking through the material. “Yes, yes, Madam Katarina!”

She drew back her dildo. I clamped my cunt down on that big dick, my asshole stuffed full of the butt plug. It was so wild to feel that cone in me as she fucked me with the dildo. She buried into my cunt again and again.

I whimpered and moaned, reveling in this delight. It was so good to have her fucking me again and again. She pounded me with all that she had. It was so glorious. I whimpered as she buried into my snatch over and over again.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped into my sister’s pussy.

“This is…” whimpered Ingrid, her leg draped over my back. She trembled, holding her balance on one leg. “You’re… I…”

My tongue pushed the fabric between her pussy folds. Her cuntlips peeked out on the side. I licked them. I loved the taste of her tart juices. She whimpered as I moaned. Madam Katarina stretched out my cunt with her thrusting dildo, the pleasure washing through me.

It was incredible to be fucked by the ballet instructor. She rammed her thick shaft into my cunt again and again. My pussy gripped her shaft as she hammered me with such force. I moaned out in delight as she fucked me hard and fast.

She buried into me with all that she had. I whimpered, my tongue flicking through her folds. I shuddered as she pounded me with force. It was wild to have her slamming into me like that. My asshole gripped the butt plug as I lapped at my twin sister’s snatch.

“Sigrid! Sigrid!” Ingrid moaned, my tongue stroking over the fabric. I found her clit.

I suckled on it.

“Sigrid!” squealed my twin sister.

The incestuous flavor of her tart pussy soaked my taste buds flavored by the cotton of her leotard. I loved this moment, nibbling on her bud through the cloth. Madam Katarina fucked my cunt hard and fast. She buried that big dildo into me.

I whimpered, my twat melting around her snatch as she fucked to the hilt in me. My eyes rolled back in my head as she pounded me so hard and fast. I wiggled my hips, stirring my cunt around her big dildo. She buried into me, my asshole gripping the butt plug.

It stretched out my asshole. I groaned as she fucked me hard. She buried that thick shaft into my cunt over and over again. I whimpered around my sister’s clit. I suckled on her, nursing with such passion on her as that big dildo hammered me.

She fucked me so hard.

So fast.

I shuddered at the force of her strokes. She plowed into me with all that she had. It was incredible to have her fucking me with passion. My pussy melted around the dildo. I rose toward my climax as she fucked me so hard.

“Sigrid!” whimpered Ingrid.

“Blossom as a swan, Ingrid!” hissed Madam Katarina, her strokes burying that dildo deep into my cunt. She stretched me out. “Blossom on your sister’s lips!”

“I… I…” my twin whimpered, her big boobs jiggling over me. She shifted her leg draped over my back. “That’s… I…”

I suckled hard on her clit through the cloth, my pussy clamping down on Madam Katarina’s thrusting dildo. She fucked into me so hard and fast. I whimpered, hurtling toward that moment when I would cum so hard.

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped the instructor as she fucked me. “Blossom like a swan!”

Ingrid threw her arms wide. Her head flew back as her tits bounced. “Yes, yes, Sigrid!”

Her tart pussy juices flooded through the cloth. I gasped as she drowned me in that wonderful passion. I drank her passion as that huge dildo slammed into my cunt. My pussy gripped it, my asshole squeezing down on the butt plug.

I exploded.

Rapture swept through me as I drowned in my twin sister’s incestuous passion. I licked up her tart juices, squealing in delight. That big dildo fucked my cunt hard. That shaft pumped away at my spasming snatch.

“Oh, you beautiful swans!” moaned Madam Katarina as she buried into me.

She didn’t fuck me now. She gasped behind me, the dildo stirring around in my cunt. I lapped at my sister’s twat. I shuddered at the pleasure washing through my body, my asshole writhing around the butt plug. The waves of ecstasy drowned my thoughts.

I lapped up my sister’s cream. I gathered up her passion as she moaned. Madam Katarina gasped behind me. My boobs swayed beneath me. I quivered, my asshole rippling around the butt plug. My cunt suckled at that big dick, but this wasn’t like fucking a guy.

This was so much purer. What a ballerina should be. Not a sow pleasing men, but a swan pleasing women.

“Now dance, Sigrid!” Madam Katarina hissed and ripped her dildo out of my cunt. “DANCE!”

SMACK!

Her hand slapped down on my butt-cheek. Heat flashed across my welted rump. I ripped my face from my sister’s twat, her leg sliding off my cunt. I sprang into a glissande, my asshole clenching the butt plug. I felt it in me as I launched into a grand jeté, a high jump with my legs scissoring out to the full ninety degrees.

The butt plug shifted in me in such a glorious way.

I landed en pointe and flowed into a piqué en arabesque, moving through the fifth position into a demi-plié with my right leg sweeping out in a dégagés. I ended up on en pointe on my right foot, spinning in a piqué turn.

I loved the butt plug in me as I swept past the watching man, a swan with a butt plug in my asshole, stretching me out. I gloried in it. This was so freeing to dance like this, my big boobs bouncing, my butt-cheeks burning and welted from my discipline.

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T. Ropex

I watched the beauty of Sigrid, her big, fake tits bouncing as she jumped, her ass striped from her whipping. It was beautiful. She moved, her pussy flashing, her leotard pulled to the side. A jewel gleamed from between her butt-cheeks.

The butt plug.

“Wonderful,” I breathed.

“Excellent,” the AI answered as the scenario was just breathtaking.

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Ingrid Persson

I watched my sister dancing, her pussy on display, her tits bouncing. She was so beautiful. She had blossomed into this swan. The jewel in her butt-crack flashed. That was the butt plug. I had watched Madam Katarina press that into her asshole, sodomizing her.

The memory of my twin’s anal ring stretching and stretching to take it burned in my mind.

“Mmm, yes,” purred Madam Katarina, her blonde hair still up in a bun. She was naked and lovely, her huge tits quivering. “Kneel.”

I knelt before her, watching my sister dance past the nondescript man. I glanced back at the ballet instructor. She was coating her dildo in more lube. The oily liquid spilled to the floor. She stroked up and down it before she dropped down behind me.

“You, two, must be stretched out like a beautiful swan,” she purred. She yanked my leotard out of my butt-crack, exposing my pussy. I shuddered as she pressed the dildo into my butt-crack. She found my asshole and thrust against me.

I shuddered as she did that. It was wonderful to feel her pushing and pushing against my anal ring. I moaned, my sister spinning before me. She was so graceful. She did a series of petit sauts, dancing past me. My asshole burned and burned, stretching to take every bit of the dildo.

“Madam Katarina,” I whimpered, my asshole so close to surrendering.

“Take me!” she hissed and thrust so hard.

“Yes!” I squealed.

My asshole devoured her dildo.

The thick shaft slid into my asshole. The burning heat melted to my cunt. I whimpered. I had never taken a cock back there. My pussy clenched, pussy cream dripping down my thighs. My boobs swayed beneath me as Madam Katarina’s dildo sank into my bowels.

I whimpered at the burning heat, watching my sister dance. So graceful as she pirouetted before me, spinning en pointe. My asshole devoured more and more of Madam Katarina’s big dildo. She sank to the hilt in me.

“Oh, oh, yes,” I whimpered, my boobs swaying. “That’s so good!”

“You’re blossoming into a swan, too,” she cooed.

“I am!” I gasped, wanting that. “Make me into a swan! A pure ballerina!”

“Unsullied by men,” cooed Madam Katarina as she drew back her dildo.

I loved that big shaft in me. I was so good. I gripped that thick rod with my asshole. Lubed with that slick oil, she had no problem moving in me. She buried back into me. She plunged to the hilt in my asshole. I groaned as she did that.

She pumped away at me. She thrust in and out of my bowels. It was an incredible moment. I whimpered as she fucked into my bowels with all that she had. I loved the force of her thrust. She grunted, burying into me so hard.

So fast.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned as she fucked me. “Just like that!”

“So good,” she whimpered as she thrust away at me. “Mmm, yes, yes, you love that!”

“Love it!” I gasped as she fucked me so hard.

She buried into me with force. She plowed into me with all that she had. It was so good to have her pounding my bowels. My asshole melted around her big dildo. I whimpered while watching my twin sister moving through the third position into the first, her tits slapping together.

“Sigrid,” I whimpered as she twirled past me.

She bent over, her breasts swaying, her smile radiant on her lips. I groaned as that big dildo fucked my asshole hard. My orgasm built and built as that thick dildo slammed into me again and again. I wiggled my hips back and forth.

“Oh, yes, yes,” groaned Madam Katarina as she fucked me so hard. “Take it!”

“I am!” I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head. I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum. “I’m a swan!”

“A swan!” hissed Madam Katarina.

I rushed toward my orgasm. I couldn’t stop myself. She felt so good. I licked my lips, Sigrid so graceful. That big dildo buried into my asshole. The pressure built and built in me. She drew back, the velvety fire burning to my cunt.

I squealed out in rapture, “I’m a swan!”

I came.

The dildo buried back into my asshole. Pussy cream gushed down my thighs. Stars flashed across my vision. Sigrid danced before me, watching me cum. I whimpered, my bowels spasming around the thrusting shaft.

“Oh, yes!” hissed Madam Katarina. She buried to the hilt in my asshole. “Yes, yes, yes! My lovely twin swans!”

She trembled behind me, cumming with me. The ecstasy blazed through my body. I burned with rapture, the bliss consuming my thoughts. My tits slapped together beneath me as I trembled through all this wonderful passion.

It was so glorious.

I whimpered as the fire burned through me. My asshole suckled at the dildo, rippling around it. My tits slapped together as the ecstasy peaked in me. I felt so good. I groaned through all the ecstasy. I felt so amazing.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered.

“Perfect,” she said. “Sigrid, come here. I have something for you and your sister to use while you practice. Now!”

Sigrid darted over, her tits jiggling. Sweat gleamed on her boobs. Madam Katarina ripped the dildo out of my asshole as she moved to her gym bag. I knelt there, panting. My twin sister stood before me, her pussy on display.

I wanted to lick her like she devoured me.

The ballet instructor pulled out a big, thick, double-headed dildo made of pink gel. It flopped around in her hands as she started coating it in oil. She soaked it in the lube, the slippery liquid dripping onto the floor.

“You will stretch each other out with this at least twice a day,” she said. “In the morning and night, as you share a bed, you will enjoy each other. You must be close, my lovely twin swans.”

“Yes,” I whimpered as I stared at the double-headed dildo.

“Now,” she said and moved behind Sigrid.

My sister gasped and shuddered like she was being pulled. Then an obscene plop echoed. Madam Katarina held the butt plug in her hand. I shuddered as she handed it to me. I held it, kneeling there. I was so confused.

“Now, sit on your rumps facing each other and scissor your legs together,” she said, placing the dildo between us. “Press that into your pussies and slide closer and closer together. This is one of the ways you can use this tool.”

“Yes,” I whimpered and gripped the dildo in my free hand. I pressed it into my pussy lips as my twin did the same to hers. I shuddered as it slid into my cunt with ease.

“Now slide closer and closer,” she said.

I did that and groaned as the dildo pressed into my cunt. My twin sister’s pussy lips devoured the other end. I quivered at that. It was so wild to watch our lithe legs coming together. My toes wiggled in my tight ballet shoes as until our pussy lips were kissing.

We were full of the dildo.

“Now,” she said, standing by my sister, the dirty end of the dildo thrusting at my sister’s mouth. “Fuck each other and you… Suck your sister’s asshole off my dildo.”

“Yes, Madam Katarina,” gasped my twin. She opened her mouth and suckled on the dirty toy. She moaned, tasting my asshole.

“Do the same, Ingrid,” Madam Katarina said.

I gasped and looked at the end of the dildo I held. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed the cone. I suckled on it, tasting the sour flavor of my twin sister’s asshole. This was so dirty. I whimpered at that passion.

“Now fuck each other!” snapped Madam Katarina.

Moaning around the sour butt plug, I humped against my sister’s pussy. I shuddered as our cuntlips rubbed together. Our clits brushed. I moaned. The earthy flavor of my twin sister’s asshole filled my mouth. She suckled on the dildo.

It was so good to rub our cunts together like this. I shuddered, my boobs bouncing as I humped against my sister. My clit ground together. The sour flavor on the butt plug faded. My tongue danced around the end of the butt plug.

It was so delicious.

“Faster!” Madam Katarina commanded, clapping her hands. “Hump those cunts, swans!”

I humped against my sister’s twat as she did the same, the dildo moving around in my pussy. I loved that stimulation. I moaned around the butt plug in my mouth. I suckled hard on it, nursing off the delicious flavor of her asshole.

But it was fading so fast.

Sigrid slobbered on the dirty dildo, drool running down her chin. Her big boobs heaved. They were so gorgeous. My own bounced, my leotard bunched up between my tits. I shuddered, my clit brushing my sister’s again.

The pleasure swept through me. It felt so good to do that. I loved this moment intensely. Pleasure shuddered through me. I moaned around the butt plug in my mouth, my pussy clenching down on the dildo as I rose toward my climax.

“Faster! Harder!” barked Madam Katarina.

I groaned and did that. I humped against my sister’s pussy, working the dildo in and out of my pussy. In and out of our pussy. That thought galvanized me. We were humping against each other. We were pleasuring each other.

I ripped the butt plug from my mouth and moaned, “Yes, yes, yes!”

Sigrid’s lips popped off the dildo as she moaned, “Ingrid! Ingrid! My twin!”

I felt so close to my twin sister. We shared a womb together, and now we would cum together. We were both humping against the dildo, both of us gasping out in delight. It was so good. Madam Katarina watched us.

Judging us.

“Make those titties bounce,” she hissed. “Make me so wet!”

“Yes, Madam Katarina!” we gasped together and humped each other.

I loved the way our clits sparked. My cunt gripped the dildo. I held it tight as I loved my sister. I gasped and moaned with her. We worked together, our thighs rubbing against the other. It was so wonderful.

The air was rich with the tart aroma of our pussies. We had the same scent. I loved it. I breathed in that musk. It was so glorious. I humped against her, the pressure in me building and building. I rose toward my orgasm.

“Let’s cum together, Sigrid,” I moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes, Ingrid!” my twin groaned, beaming at me.

She was gorgeous. So graceful and wonderful.

“That’s it, swans,” Madam Katarina hissed as she walked around us. “Make each other cum. Hump those cunts together.”

“Yes, Madam Katarina,” my sister and I moaned together

We humped together. We worked our cunts together with passion. It was so good to do that. I rose toward my climax. I could not wait for that ecstasy to burst through me. My boobs bounced and heaved as I smeared my cunt against my sister’s.

We rose together, moaning and gasping. I was so eager for it. My twin grinned at me. She was ready for it, too. We were both going to burst in delight. The dildo worked in and out of us as that pressure swelled to the bursting point in me.

I was ready to cum.

Our clits brushed. Sparks sizzled.

My twin sister and I squealed out in orgasmic bliss together.

My cunt writhed around the dildo as I bucked. My pussy juices gushed out, bathing her cunt as she soaked mine in her passion. Our tits bounced together. Heaved together. Our moans echoed through the dance hall.

“That’s it!” howled Madam Katarina. “Blossom, my swans!”

I blossomed so hard, my pussy convulsing around that big dildo. I loved it. The pleasure swept through me. It was incredible. I tossed my head, my tits slapping together. My sister groaned, humping back against me.

We were both sharing this incestuous pleasure. This twincestuous moment of passion. My cunt writhed around the same dildo as my sister’s. Sigrid and I shared in this bliss. It was incredible. I groaned through the ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my head tossing.

“So good,” my sister moaned, her boobs bouncing. “So wonderfully good.”

It was. I was so glad for it. I shuddered through the passion, stars flashing across my vision. My orgasm swept through me. I felt so close with her. I sat up. She did the same. We threw our arms around each other and kissed.

Our lips melted together, my cunt spasming a few more times around the dildo we shared. I kissed my twin sister, our tits pressed together. Our nipples brushed. Madam Katarina moved around us, clapping her hands.

“Wonderful, wonderful,” she said. “That’s what I want to see.”

I groaned into my sister’s lips, so happy. I quivered in delight, kissing her with all the passion that I had. My entire body quivered from the delight that washed through me. I broke the kiss, panting and staring at my twin sister.

She stared back at me.

Yes, we had come to the right ballot instructor.

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T. Ropex

The sisters rose, the dildo sliding out of their pussies, and they danced.

They moved together, their tits heaving. They were in unison. I watched the beauty of it, a big smile on my face. They spun around each other then moved in unison, jumping and kicking their legs out. They danced on their tiptoes.

Sweat dripped off their breasts. Their lovely faces gleamed. Pussy cream ran down their thighs. Madam Katarina watched on, licking her lips. She had a thick, blonde bush that dripped with juices as she watched her students.

This was such a wonderful scenario. My vacation was just getting better and better. I could not wait to see what the AI had for me next. I knew the AI was busy searching for just the right delight to share with me.

“You shall love this next one,” the AI said and teleported me away, leaving the twin sisters to their newfound lesbian passion.

To be continued…

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