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The Dance Instructor (MF)
by Eddie Altemus (altemus80@hotmail.com) 
(c) 5/20/00 


WARNING

   This story contains explicit descriptions of sex between consulting
adults.  If such descriptions are offensive to you or illegal in your
locale, then bugger off!  Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it...



   ......

   The Dance Instructor

   The things I do for my kids.

   It seems like every other night, I'm helping out at one or another of
their activities.  Coaching the soccer team, taking tickets for the play,
anything.  After all, with their mother gone, someone has to help out on
their behalf.

   Thursday night was the topper, though.

   My Karen studies dance.  She has for 8 years.  This year, she switched
to a different school, because the old one wasn't challenging enough.  The
new one was more of a challenge, for Karen, and for me.  My challenge?

   Keeping my hands off the teacher!

   Miss Alicia Walker is 5'4" of walking fire.  Short, with full hips, a
tiny waist, cantelope-sized breasts, and a gorgeous face, topped by a thick
mane of long black hair.  And for classes, she is typically decked out in a
skin-tight danskin leotard that leaves little to the imagination.  Makes me
wonder why more fathers don't pick their daughters up after class.

   The annual recital was coming up, and Alicia asked for help decorating
the stage at the high school.  Not much to it, and my kids were both at
karate class that night, so I offered to help.  Nice things happen to those
who volunteer.

   She was hanging foil-covered stars up on the curtain at the back of the
stage.  The old ladder they had was in bad shape, and when I had tried to
climb it, it threatened to collapse.  Alicia figured she would climb it, so
long as I kept a grip on it.  So there we were, this brunette bombshell up
on the fourth rung, and me on the other side of the step ladder, my face
only a few inches away from her sweet delights.

   And that's when the storm hit.

   Have you ever been in an auditorium when the power goes out.  Let me
tell you, it's dark.  Darker than any place I've been before.  And even
with a thunderstorm raging, it was dark, since there were no windows for
the lightning to shine through.  That's when I found out that Alicia is
scared of the dark.

   "Dave?" I heard the voice from above.  "I can't get down!"

   "Sure you can," I told her.  "Just feel your way down the ladder."

   "I can't do it." I was beleiving her, too.  She was shaking so badly, I
thought the ladder was going to come apart under her.

   "Let me move around.  I'll get hold of your feet, and guide you down. 
That way, even if you should slip, I can catch you." I didn't give her time
to think about it, I just switched sides of the ladder.  Feeling my way, I
found her feet.  "There, now, just move your right foot down." I lifted her
foot from the rung, and guided it down to the next lower one.  Once it was
in place, I reached up and found her hand, and moved that down as well.

   "I feel silly, coming down like this.  But I couldn't move!"

   "It's all right.  I'm the same way when I try to work on my roof.  Now,
let's come down on the other side."

   If you're thinking that this was bringing us closer together, you're
right.  Her butt was right up against my chest, and when I reached for her
hands, my head was coming under her arm.  All I had to do was turn to the
side and I could have filled my mouth with tit.

   It took a few minutes, with more words of encouragement between each
rung.  She was on the last one, and I think ready to get down on her own,
when this horrendous thunderclap rattled the building.  She jumped back off
the ladder, toppling into me.  I grabbed hold of her as I fell backwards,
praying that there was nothing behind me.  I hit the floor, butt-first.  I
rolled back, both to absorb the impact and to make sure Alicia wasn't
jolted any more than necessary.

   When we came to a stop, I realized that my grip on her had shifted when
we fell.  One arm was wrapped around her at chest level.  My right hand had
a nice grip on her left breast.  My left hand, which I had tried to get
around her waist, had slid low, and she had it trapped between her legs. 
Through the lightweight linen pants she wore, I could feel the heat from
her cunt, and she was making no moves toward removing either of my hands.

   "Mmmmm." came low from her throat, and she squirmed against my hand. 
"I'm so glad you were here to help me down." She then twisted around in my
arms to face me in the dark.  I felt her lips bruch over my chin and
cheeks, seeking my mouth.  "Let me reward you appropriately, my hero." she
whispered, before covering my mouth with hers.

   Her tongue plunged into my mouth.  I met it with my own, as we tasted
each other and sucked at each other's lips.  I felt her hands moving down
my body, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it from my pants, and then
opening my belt and jeans.  Her hands were hot as they wrapped around my
dick.  She pumped at it as she moved down my body, leaving a trail of wet
kisses down my chest and stomach.  I felt her warm breath on my rod, just
before she wrapped her lips tightly around the tip.  She sucked hard at it,
like a baby nursing at her mother's nipple.  She started drawing more of it
into her mouth, sliding up and down, taking a little more on each
downstroke.  I groaned in selfish pleasure as her lips sank down to the
root of my bone, my entire 7 inches now in her mouth as she stroked the
underside of it with her tongue.  She slowly drew my manhood out of her
mouth, with a wet suction that pulled my seed out of my balls.  Just as her
lips reached the tip of my dick, I started cumming.  Eager to suck it all
down, she dove back down on me, lodging my erupting head in her throat and
swallowing all I had to offer.

   In the darkness, I couldn't see her.  I grabbed her shoulders, and
gently rolled her over onto her back.  I found her mouth in the inky
blackness, and kissed her deeply.  The taste of my cum was still in her
mouth, and she enjoyed sharing it.  Then it was my turn to strip her clotes
away.  She wore a leotard, which I peeled down her body.  I stopped for a
long time to orally worship those beautiful breasts.  Each nipple, which I
had only previously seen outlined against her tight leotards, stood up
proud and firm, eager for the touch of fingers or tongue.  Despite the
inablility to see, I shortly knew their shape, as they hardened and prodded
up form the softer flesh of her tits.

   I peeled the leotard down further, until it was blocked by her slacks.
She unbuttoned them, and started pushing them down as I followed with the
leotard.  I pushed them both down her legs and over her feet as my tongue
was buried in her naval.  I know that some women don't like that, but
Alicia must have been especially sensitive there.  She was squirming under
me, and seemed on the brink of orgasm when I stopped and moved down to the
main course.

   I started by licking and kissing her inner thighs.

   "Don't tease me, Dave!"

   "Hmmm?"

   "My cunt!  God, please, lick my pussy!"

   "I don't think he's going to do that.  Would you like me to do it
instead?"

   Her response was to grab my head and mash it into her sopping wet pussy.
I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was shaved.  The only hair to
worry about right now was the double-handfull that she held.  I gave
onelong lick, up the length of her slit, then stopped.

   "Nooo.  Don't stop!  Please, suck meeeeee!"

   And suck I did.  I sucked one lip, then the other, into my mouth,
nibbling at them.  Then I probed as deeply as I could with my tongue.

   "Yess!  That's it!"

   It must have been.  Another lick, and she was bucking against my face,
and I could feel her muscles spasming as she came.  Knowing what she would
be asking for next, I was ready.  I firmly grabbled both asscheeks in my
hands, and pulled her to me.

   "Now, Dave.  Fuck me now!"

   I murmered a "No" into her pussy, as my tongue attacked her clit with a
vengeance.  With the first orgasm already finished, I wanted to take her
over the top again before I entered her.  I lapped at her clit, feeling her
tense and release under me.  When I thought she wouldn't try to switch
positions, I let go of her ass.  One hand I brought up under her, and as I
sucked her now-swollen clitoris, I slid my middle finger into her spasming
cunt.  The other hand remained under her, and as she bucked up at me, I
slipped the index finger of that hand into her asshole.

   "Shit!  Oh, damn, that feels so fucking good!!" She bucked and moaned as
I fingerfucked her pussy and her ass, and nibbled her clit until I felt her
tense up again.  Then I stopped, and held still.

   "No, dammit!  Don't stop!  I've gotta cum!" She begged me.

   I looked up from between her legs, and smiled at her.  I stuck out my
tongue, and gave her clit one long, slow lick.

   "Yes!  Lick my clit, you sunuvabitch!' Ohhh!" I licked it again, this
time sucking it between my lips, an dbiting down on it gently.  "Gawd, yes!
I cumming!!"

   Before she came down, I was up kissing her face.  She reached down
between us and found my cock, hard again.  "Now!" she said, guiding it to
her pussy.  "I need this in me, right now!" She wrapped her legs around me,
and pulled me to her.

   I slid into her, right up to the balls.  Her pussy was already wet from
her own orgasms, and I met with no resistance.  She sighed, as I pulled
back and plunged into her again.  I kept driving in and out of her, long
easy stroked that had us both working up to a killer orgasm, when the
lights came back on.

   "Don't stop.  Don't you dare stop fucking me now!" she said.

   "Why would I want to do that?" I asked, as I bent down to kiss those
beautiful lips.

   "Don't cum in my, though.  Cum on my tits." She didn't have to tell me
twice.  She was already on the border of another climaz, and as she started
to cum, I pulled out and moved up to her chest.  Her swollen nipples looked
exactly as I had imagined, and she grabbed my dick and laid it in the
valley between her tits.  "Come on.  Fuck my tits, then cum all over them!"

   I humped at her mounds, and every time my dick poked out past them, her
tongue darted out to lick my tip.  It didn't take long before the sperm was
rushing up my shaft again.  I pulled out, and she started stroking my dick,
until it spurted gob after gob of hot sticky cum all over her nipples.

   When I finished, she licked my dick clean, and said with a wicked gleam
in her eye.  "If I keep this up, will you finish what you started with my
ass?"
