She was barely in her teens when her ballet academy had a visiting teacher from an English "Dans" academy. He was totally gorgeous and all the girls were dying to be in his classes. It was such a thrill to be able to be lifted so easily and to dance and learn with someone with real talent.

She noticed him touching the students quite early on, and no one seemed to care. No man or boy had ever touched her inner thigh before or pressed his body so close. Thinking back he might have been looking for a girl who would let him go further by gradually and slowly making his holds more intimate. She was jealous of the attention he was paying to older girls. Her periods hadn't started but she had begun to bud breasts and had quite a scruffy patch of pubic hair. He was soon the star of her masturbation fantasies. She didn't know what she was getting into but she imitated the more sensual moves of the older girls. He noticed and complemented her.

She began to chat with him after changing. The other girls would be leaving and she'd have to wait for the bus anyway. She waited in the stairway of the academy. She remembered feeling self conscious when she would notice him looking at her outside of class! It was somehow different when they were just chatting.

One day he just asked her out of the blue "Have you had sex yet?"

She nearly died! Her heart exploded but she somehow stayed cool and said "No."

She remember his exact words. They made her instantly wet. "Pity... I think you'd be good at it."

She didn't run. She didn't scream. She just said "Oh!"

Reaching out, he held her hand. She didn't seem scared. He turned and lead her to an office. He stood behind her and massaged her neck and shoulders for a while. He told her how beautiful she was and how she had enough talent to one day dance for a major company.

Lost in the sensual feelings of the massage, she closed her eyes, trying to stay calm in spite of waves of pleasure his touches were triggering. He turned her to face him and kissed her sweaty forehead. She blushed and looked down not knowing what to think or do. Looking down she saw how the stiff peaks of her nipples were clearly showing under her leotard.

His kisses wandered down to her nose and he held her chin up as his lips melted onto hers. Her first kiss with a man was innocent and shy but soon his tongue was teasing her lips. Sensing no harm she parted her lips a little and was soon kissing back with her lips and tongue, relishing the sensuality of such an intimate bond.

As they kissed he kneeled and slowly he eased down the top of her leotard over her shoulders and kissed her neck. His kisses burned along her neck and shoulders and as he kissed he worked the leotard lower. Soon he was kissing the tops of the small mounds of her breasts, and nuzzling the cleavage in between. His hands cupped and massaged her breasts, and his fingers seemed to tease her swollen perky nipples.

She tried to stay standing with her knees trembling as sensation after sensation flowed down her body to her aching sex. Finally he lowered her leotard to her waist , and her nipples sprang free. He tweaked, kissed, and sucked them whispering how wonderful she was and how beautiful her ballerina breasts were. She was blown away just by the sensations of being touched.

She had her eyes closed a lot so it was only later she noticed the mirror opposite. She didn't recognize herself! Her eyes looked puffy and her lips were pouting from nuzzling his cheek, neck and hair. One of her hands was stroking his which were gently teasing her small puffy breasts. Her other hand was caressing the back of his head. She thought "WOW! ... he wants me!" She could feel her leotard gusset totally flooded, but she still had her training pants on. He didn't seem interested in going further.

It was getting late and he stood up and she was again aware of how much taller he was. Then she became aware of the large bulge in his jeans. She knew about erections and boys, but she could make out the outline of the shaft and the sack that held his balls. She wanted to press her body against him, but she felt scared. He kissed each of her nipples and pulled her leotard top up. He told her he was sorry he kept her so late. She'd better hurry or her parents would miss her.

She couldn't describe the feelings that surged through her. She masturbated the minute she got to her room, with her leotard and tights bunched around her ankles. She was soaking and musky and she could smell the scent of him in her hair. She even parted her labia and gently probed inside her vagina, wondering if she really "would be good at it."

After showering she stood naked in front of her mirror. She wondered what he saw in her, she had the smallest of breasts and a small patch of pubic hair, yet she felt she was ready for him. Over the following days she masturbated several times and the memory of his words, kisses and touches words made her orgasm rapidly each time. Somehow it just made her long for him to touch her, kiss her and more.

After her next class she went straight to his office with him. She kissed him, hoping to impress him, and suddenly she couldn't stop. He massaged her bottom, somehow manipulating her muscular cheeks to send tremors along her labia. Soon he was nuzzling her tiny breasts and her world began to spin as his fingers crept up her thighs and began to stroke her swollen slit still covered by lycra and nylon. Her nipples were rock hard and swollen by his sucking though the thin flesh tone leotard and the could see the darker outline of each swollen peak whenever he took his mouth away.

Suddenly he stretched the top of her leotard and pulled it down her body. Her perky breasts sprung free. Again she was lost in the sensation of his lips sucking and teasing her nipples, and sometimes kissing broadly, seeming to draw her whole breast into his wonderful mouth. She didn't realize how her arms were now pinned to her sides by her leotard, until he turned her around and bent her over his desk. He leaned over her and held her as he ground his hardness into the lycra covered cleft of her bottom. She hadn't seen him slip his pants down, and she couldn't see that it was his bare cock rutting against her.

Still she felt as if she had to impress him so she wiggled her bottom back against him and he moaned and whispered how ready she was for "it" as his hand snaked down the front of her body to cup her mound. His fingers circled her clit and separated her wet swollen labia under the thin confining gusset of lycra.

Then she felt him grasp the whole gusset and pull it aside. It felt nicer, with just the thin nylon of her tights between his fingers and her swollen sex. She was so wet she might as well have been naked and her legs were slightly open, spreading open her aroused labia for his probing fingers. The sensation of her tights tearing at the crotch warned her that this was far enough but his fingers fluttered so lightly and fast that all she could do was moan and press her mound down into his palm.

He asked her if she felt good and she moaned something, She couldn't remember what. Then suddenly his weight was on her back. And she was pressed forward, her breasts pressing the papers on his desk, her head to one side staring at the locked door. His legs were between hers and as he moved close behind she spread them wider. She felt something hot parting her labia and she thought it was his thumb or finger but then she felt his hands move to her hips.

She felt the sudden burning of her inside flesh being opened by his cock. She felt suddenly full, and felt something pressing her deep inside. With the searing pain came the pleasure of fullness from her vagina. Her mound was being ground against the front of the desk, transmitting every tiny movement to her clit. She began to feel ripples of pleasure as the penis slowly began to piston in and out of her wet vagina. He pumped faster and faster and she began to long for some control, but she was lost as she felt an orgasm growing.

Suddenly he withdrew and she felt something hot splatter on he upper back. He was moaning her name and kept saying good girl .. good girl.... She would eventually remember those words as what she hated the most about him. He wanted her virgin cunt.... She gave it and so she was a good girl..... and she never even bled.

Next time they met all she wanted was to talk and end it but they kissed and it happened again. This time she undressed quickly and straddled his lap. He held her close when he first entered her , and they kissed as he held her hips and guided her rhythm and pumped her hips up and down on his cock. She leaned back with her hands around her neck , his cock arching into her and pressing and tugging her labia as they matched thrusts.

He slid his hand down her belly and pressed a finger at the top of her slit and the teasing soon brought her to a massive orgasm. She was amazed at the sensation of orgasm when her vagina was stretched. The ripples of it washed over her making her shake and struggle not to moan. She clenched her vagina tight in an effort to make it last and this triggered him off.

This time he was too slow in withdrawing. She was suddenly aware of it pumping into her and she thanked god her periods hadn't started. His cock stayed semi hard and she lay in his arms for a while as he praised her and stroked her back. When she moved to relieve her cramping legs a torrent of wetness was released as his semi hard cock plopped out of her .

It was late again and he walked with her to the bus stop, talking about dance and life and how wonderful she was as a woman. She wasn't prepared for how the semen leaked out of her as she climbed the stairs to her house, and how her mum kept her in the kitchen with dumb questions as a mans sperm trickled down her inner thigh.