Date: 3 Sep 2001 15:34:11 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Tina-Marie (Adult Youth F/f)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts between women.  If this type of content offends you or
you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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                           Tina-Marie
                               By
                              Jan


	Being a French Canadian from Quebec then moving to
Cleveland Ohio my mother wanted me to develop all my social skills
so she had me in dance school even before I started public school.  I
was even in a production of "The Nutcracker" when I was very
young.  Mom thought I was going to be a future major ballerina.  She
found a respected teacher that had produced some respectable dancers
in the past.  I was training every day after school until I was almost 14
years old.

	We move to another part of town I was still going to a Catholic
school and would be in the catholic high school come fall.  I was put
under the tutelage of an ex-ballerina by the name if Miss Shaw.  She
was about 31 or 32 at the time a very old woman to me at the time.
Oh!  She was much younger than my other teacher was.  And she still
had a dancers body.  Long slender legs with strong mussels in them.
Here body was slim with the breasts of a young girl She could not
have been larger than a 36 -B.  She was like an alabaster carving of a
Russian Ballerina.

	I am a black haired Frenchwoman with a little Ottawa Indian
blood in me.  My skin has the color of an Indian. I was developing
into a woman fast.  By the age of 12 I started menstruating and was
masturbating two or three times a week.   I would say my legs were
still long for my body at this age but my breasts was already a C cup!
At this age my hair was long and straight.  It hung down my back like
a mane.  My eyes shine like I'm about to get into trouble all the time,
and often do get into trouble.

	Miss Shaw was preparing me for a dance recital that might lead
to a position in a dance company.  I was stopping by in the morning
for an hour's practice and again after school for regular practice.  She
was having me stay after class for another hour or so every day.  On
those occasion when she had to close her studio she would take me to
her apartment.  Of course I had a crush on her so big that I hung on
every word out of her mouth.  I lived to please her and was devastated
when she criticized me.

	This day I was practicing a difficult toe position.  After a leap
requiring me to land on toe, I fell and twisted my ankle.  Miss Shaw
helped me to the daybed in the room.  She had me lay back as she
removed my toe shoes.  I was still in my parochial uniform, white
blouse and short black pleated skirt.  My legs were bare of the knee
sox because of the toe-shoes.

	Miss Shaw went and got a cold damp towel to wrap my ankle
in.  She started massaging the ankle and then wrapped it with the
towel and cracked ice.  She was kneeling in front of me and lay my
foot on her thigh as she was telling me that I might have pulled
muscles in my leg too.

	She started massaging the back of my leg and worked her way
up my calf muscle.  Her hands were very strong as she plied the flesh
of the leg.  I was getting turned on from the feel of her warm hands on
my leg.  I had a sudden desire to run home and lock myself in the
bathroom and masturbate myself until I climaxed.

	Miss Shaw was talking to me as she worked on my leg with
both her hands as they worked there way up past my knee.  She put
my right foot on a chair to keep it elevated as she stood straddle my
leg as her hand worked up the thigh.  I knew my panties were getting
wet because I wanted to masturbate so badly.  I thought I could smell
my own cunt as her hand kindled the flesh of my upper thigh.  If she
noticed a wet spot on my panties she didn't show it in her face.

	She was telling me that it would feel much better soon.  At first
I though it was an accident when her little finger on her right hand
slipped under the elastic of the leg of my panties.  I almost peed on
myself from the shock.  She was telling me that I was developing into
a beautiful girl.  Then her little finger brushed the hair on my pubic
mound.  I thought she was going to comment on me being wet.

	Miss Shaw asked me, "Do you need to pee Honey?"

	I just shook my head no.

	She said, "You mound is puffy, do you masturbate Honey?"

	I nodded yes, in response to her question.

	By now she had moved her hand so that all her fingers were
rubbing my vagina and the pressure was getting heavier with every
stroke.  I knew that her hand was being coated with the fluid leaking
out of my cunt.

	Miss Shaw asked, "Do you needed to masturbate right now?"

	I sighed as I said, "Yes!"

	She smiled as she said, "I know you do honey."

	She asked me to lift up and I did.  She used both hands to
remove my wet panties.  She was very careful pulling them over my
ankle.  When they were removed she returned to rubbing my wet
vagina.

	Miss Shaw was telling me how beautiful my pussy was.  Her
fingers were running up and down the valley.  When her finger
touched my clitoris I though I would climax right there.  She told me
that it looked just like a sweet smelling Rosebud.  She told me she just
had to kiss it.

	I was mortified that she was going to kiss me where I pee.  But
when she kissed me there, it was like an electric shock going through
my whole body.  I love the feeling and never wanted her to stop
kissing me where I pee.   I had the most mind-blowing orgasm I had
ever had in my young life.

	Miss Shaw was looking up at me from between my legs smiling
at me.  She knew that she had done a good job.  She told me I was so
beautiful that she wanted to see all of me.

 	She asked, "Can I undress You?"

	I whispered, "Yes."

	She unbuttoned my blouse and pulled me up to a sitting
position.  She pulled my arms out of the sleeves and lay the blouse
next to me on the daybed.  Then it was the bra.  As she removed the
cups from my breasts she gave a moan and kissed each nipple.  They
are conical and the areola's are like cones on a missiles with almost
no visible nipple.  The color is darker than my normal tan looking
flesh.  But having them sucked like this made them almost painful.
But it felt so good that I never wanted her to quit.

	Then she unbuttoned the flap on my skirt so that she could pull
the zipper down.  Then she pulled the skirt up over my head and lay it
on the blouse.  She was running her fingers over my body as she
asked me, "Do you want me to undress too?"

	I choked as I said, "I want to see you so very much!"

	Miss Shaw stood up and unbuttoned her dress down the front.
With a simple shrug of her shoulders the dress fell from her body.
She had to lift her leg high to step out of the dress because it was lying
across my right leg.  There she was before me in what is called flesh
colored bra and matching bikini panties.  I was admiring her slender
body.  As she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.  As she
brought her arms back around to the front of her body the shoulder
straps fell down her arms.  Her breasts were so small just like young
girls.  She didn't need a B cup really.

	Then She stood up and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of
her panties.  They slid down her smooth legs.  She stepped over my
leg as she stood between my legs to remove the panties.  The sight, of
a grown woman standing there between my legs and her legs as wide
as my legs allowed her, intrigued me.  Her mound was shaved as
smooth as a babies behind.  Her vagina had the labia folds protruding
just past the crack running down the middle of her mound.  I could not
detect any stubble where the pubic hair should be growing.   My hand
reached out almost on it's own to feel the flesh.  It was every bit as
smooth as it looked.  As I ran my finger down the opening of her
vagina my finger immediately touched the hood covering her clitoris.
As it went farther down it touched a very wet knob of her little
clitoris.  The finger was almost drawn into her wet vagina canal as the
index finger was followed by the middle finger.  I reached deep into
her and she let out a very audible moan of satisfaction.

	Miss Shaw stepped over my left knee and lay down next to me.
She asked me if I liked her tinny breasts and I assured her that I did
like them.  She moved up next to my head and leaned over to place
the nipple of her left breast against my mouth.  I opened my mouth
and swallowed as much of her nipple and breasts as I could.

	As she reached for my vagina she forced her left leg between
my legs.  As she stroked my wet pussy she was rubbing her wet pussy
against my left thigh.  She was causing me to have one climax after
another.  My leg was moving around as she rubbed her pussy lips
against me until she gave out with a moan.

	She asked, "Do you like what we were doing?"

	I whispered in her ear, "Yes!"

	She told me, "You can never tell anyone about our love!"

	I promised, "I would never tell anyone!"

	Then she told, "Suck harder on her nipples and to bite them!"

	I was afraid to bite to hard but she encouraged me to bite hard
as she continued to rub her cunt against me leg.  But soon I was biting
hard on them and knew when I switched to the other one that my teeth
marks would remain for a long time.  After what seamed a longtime
she screamed out in another orgasm.  It scared me.  She assured me
that she loved me, and that she just had the best orgasm of her live.

	We had to shower before she could take me home.  She assured
my mother that the ankle would be fine in a day or so.  That I could do
some other exercises at class until my ankle was better.

	I was about to climax in my panties thinking about what Miss
Shaw had in mind for me to learn next.


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