My Mom had always wanted to be a dancer on Broadway, but her
parents couldn’t afford dancing class so she sent me. I was in my
first recital at the age of 5 and loved people looking at me, as
I played a kitten.
When we moved from the little village in Canada to the big city
in Ohio, I was enrolled in dancing school even before I was
enrolled in the local Catholic school. I totally loved seeing the
other girls undressing for gym, although I didn’t know what I was
feeling, at night I would masturbate thinking of them.
Miss Shaw, my dancing teacher took a special interest in me and
sometimes, instead of practicing at her dancing studio, we would
practice at her apartment. She took me through all the classics
of ballet, tap dancing, toe dancing, and jazz. When I did good
she would hug me close to her and tell me how beautiful I was and
how talented. At night I would think back to her and the thought
of her hugging me, and I would rub my little pussy.
One day, I was 14, and trying a very difficult toe dancing leap,
and fell in a heap on the floor. Miss Shaw picked me up in her
arms and carried me to the couch. Smelling her perfume, it was
White Diamonds my favorite even today, did something to me and I
wanted to be home to rub my pussy, but I couldn’t.
As I lay on the couch in my black leotards, she picked up my leg
and started to massage it, telling me it was going to be alright,
even going so far as to kiss my foot.
Her hand was massaging up further, and although I didn’t know
anything about women making love I really enjoyed her hands on
me, hoping against hope that she would touch my pussy.
It really got intense when her hand was massaging my inner thigh,
and I thought I was smelling the smell from my pussy that would
happen when I would rub it, and hoping she couldn’t smell it like
I could.
Her fingers got closer and closer to my pussy, and when her
little finger slipped under the leg of my leotards I held my
breath. Not saying a word or breathing, wanting her to touch my
pussy, which she did.
“Marie” she said, “your little vagina is all wet. Do you have to
pee?” I just nodded no, not hardly even breathing. “Do you have
to masturbate?” she said as her little finger was softly rubbing
my little pussy, “it’s alright if you do, because even grownup
ladies like myself masturbate.”
I was blushing like mad, and asked “you do?” She said “yes I do.
Would you like me to help you? It’ll be our little secret.” I
just nodded yes, not hardly breathing.
She pulled aside my leotards and cotton panties, which by this
time had a wet spot, and rubbed my pussy. It was incredible, like
nothing I had ever felt before in my entire life. She said, “you
have a lovely pussy Marie, I think I’m going to kiss it” as she
lowered her head and kissed my pussy.
As I felt her lips on my pussy, her tongue started licking, and
thinking to myself, that’s not kissing, that’s licking, but don’t
stop. When she parted my little pussy lips with her fingers and I
felt her tongue invade my holy of holies, I thought I was in
heaven.
Moments later I could feel the tingle getting stronger and I knew
from my playing with my pussy that I was going to cum. The
feeling generated throughout my whole body and I stiffened, my
pussy contracted, and I came.
As she sat back up she asked if I liked that and again I nodded
yes. Then she said, “would you like to help me masturbate?” Just
by the look in my face, or perhaps I nodded again, I don’t
remember, but she hiked up her skirt and rolled down her panties,
and for the first time in my entire life I saw a woman’s pussy
without any hair.
As she lay back on the couch she took my hand and drew me to her,
placing my hand on her wet pussy. I really didn’t know what to do
but I rubbed it like I used to rub my own pussy.
Then she said, “Marie, would you kiss it like I kissed your
pussy?” Before I could answer she pulled me closer to her and put
her hand on the back of my head, drawing me to her pussy.
As my head got closer to her pussy I took a quick little lick of
my fingers to see if her taste would be awful, but it wasn’t. So
I stuck out my tongue as far as I could stretch it and let it
connect with her pussy.
“Oh yes Marie just like that, don’t stop licking until I tell you
to stop” she said. As she held herself open she told me to lick
the little bump at the top of her slit in a little circle, which
I did.
My jaw was starting to hurt from doing all the licking and I
wondered how much longer I would have to lick, when all of a
sudden she started jumping around on the couch saying “oh God
yes, don’t stop”, and liquid started pouring out of her pussy
which tasted so good I drank it.
Finally she settled down and released my head and helped me sit
up, asking “did you like that Marie?” I just nodded yes again,
and she said “we must keep this fun a secret, but from now on in
we’re lovers Marie”. I just beamed and said, “I love you”, and
she said, “I love you too Marie”.