Date: Sat, 2 Nov 2002 23:26:02 EST
From: Louisamay1111@aol.com
Subject: Tia's Lesson ch2

TIA'S LESSON CH2:

Dora's Lesson

    Indeed, Felicia had had her way with both girls. Dora had been the shy,
lonely, beautiful little ballerina who came from a wealthy family and had
come to her room one night in tears, seeking comfort and support. Miss
Felicia, as she was called at the Hayden School, had been more than happy
to supply both, and more. For Dora, at twelve, was beautiful in the classic
old-school sense: huge dark hazel eyes, dark golden hair whose perfectly
braided ponytail hung halfway down her sculpted ballerina's back, a long
tapered neck, and wide, full Slavic lips. Such expressive lips they were,
too, thought Felicia.
     She thought back to that night. As the school's physical therapist, it
was perfectly in character that she should provide a shoulder for the
12-year-old to cry on, then suggest a nice relaxing massage. She had her
table right there for just such an occasion. Dora shyly and gratefully
accepted the offer, blushing as she stripped to her white cotton
underpants. The little dancer was still so flatchested that she had no need
of a bra, and this fact embarrassed her, too. She crept onto the warm table
and lay on her stomach.
    Felicia looked down at the pretty girl's thin, perfect body. She laid a
warm oiled hand on Dora's finely-boned back and leaned in to whisper, "you
have a very beautiful and sexy body, Dora. Do you know that?" She smiled as
the girl blushed furiously, the flush even creeping onto the delicate nape
of her thin neck.  "Thanks," was all she could peep.
    That evening Felicia showed what she considered amazing restraint. She
did give little Dora a full body massage, and at one point, with the girl's
permission, removed the white panties she was wearing; just tucked the
thumbs in and rolled them on down. Her breath stopped for a moment as she
gazed at Dora's perfectly formed little bottom, the lightly muscular
globes, slightly tense with anticipation.  But Felicia was strictly
professional-- that night. Well, not strictly perhaps.  There was no real
need, for instance, to spend so much time kneading the girl's hapless butt;
taking a little round cheek in each skillful hand and squeezing, pressing
together, pulling apart. . .ah, the pulling apart: the subsequent display
of wealthy little Dora Farris's tiny dark anus. Felicia felt the dancer's
cheeks resist this manipulation at first, making it more of a satisfying
chore to pry the firm cheeks apart. But after a time she sensed the girl's
acquiescence, a softness that allowed for maximum tactile
pliability. Dora's positive squishiness by then began emitting a tangy and
not unpleasant odor, unmistakable proof of the little girl's growing
excitement.
    But in order for the lure to work, one musn't pull in the fish too
roughly at first. So Felicia, reluctantly, pulled back. She finished with a
general all over body rubdown, and very sweetly patted the girl's bottom,
saying, "all done my love." As the dazed girl sat up she kissed her
forehead and murmured, "You can come here anytime, Dora, honey. Whenever
you want a talk, or a massage, or a snack. . .I'm here.  And I'm thinking
about you." And she kissed her again, this time lightly on the lips.  The
girl, sitting naked on the massage table, smiled shyly, and impulsively
hugged Felicia. "Thank you," she whispered.
    "Anytime, honey. Really."
    And little Dora took her up on the offer. Not every day, but frequently
she would appear at Felicia's door for a chat, snacks, a massage and soon
enough, sex. The little ballerina took to it like a swan to water. Indeed,
she'd gone back to her own room that first night with her whole body on
fire. She found herself daydreaming about Miss Felicia's warmth, her loving
kindness, her delicious, insistent hands. .  .her thighs would come
together and press, press, press on her hungry sex. . .
    Indeed, the very next night, blushing at how needy she felt, Dora
knocked

timidly at Miss Felicia's door. She heard brazen laughter from within and
was about to turn around and leave when the door opened. Miss Felicia stood
looking down at her, smiling, regretful. "Oh, Grace, I wish I had time to
be with you tonight!"  She touched the girl's hot face. "Look at you, you
look so beautiful. I have to help Tia with her Math tonight. I told her I
would, and boy does she need it." This last comment said as an aside to a
girl who'd appeared behind Felicia, who was even smaller than Dora.  There
was an exotic quality to this girl; her hair was raven black, very thick
and cut in a choppy kind of way. She had a very pretty face, huge
chipmunk-like eyes, and an expression of mischief on her face, like she
knew something you didn't. Dora immediately disliked her. Though the dancer
in her did admire the girl's extraordinary legs in her tiny red
shorts. They were, she supposed, sexy. The thought made her strangely
angry, and she said a quick sorry and goodbye and left.
    At gym class the next day, Miss Felicia took Dora aside and told her
that she was sorry about last night, but Tia had insisted on her help, and
that Tia was a handful and a very stubborn girl, and that between you and
me, she said, I would have much preferred that you were there instead. No,
that's not nice of me, but anyway what I'm saying is that if you want to
come over tonight I'd love to have you.
    The joy that this little comment brought Dora surprised her. And now
she just couldn't wait for tonight.
    She found herself sitting impatiently through study hall, then tearing
distractedly through her homework, watching the clock. At 9:15, she got
nervous, and proceeded to try on various outfits, which was silly she knew,
seeing as how her closet consisted of two school uniforms, two gym
uniforms, two pairs of shorts, two shirts and a sweater. OK, shorts and a
shirt. No, heck, school uniform, that's what I was wearing last time.
    At 9:30 she ran down the hall to the faculty apartment (Felicia's
place).

Gathering herself, she knocked. Almost immediately, the door swung open and
Miss Felicia stood smiling. There was a nice smoky, perfumy smell. Dora
could only gawk for a moment, for Miss Felicia had on very well-fitting
white shorts and a very revealing pink halter top. Her dark auburn hair was
brushed out into a rich silky mass that caressed her bare shoulders. Small
golden hoop earrings glittered.
    "Yay, you came!"
    The little girl seemed to shrink in her school uniform. "It's OK?"
    "Oh honey, it's more than OK, I wanted you to come. Come on," and with
that Felicia took hold of Dora's hand and pulled her in. Then she closed
the door and walked into the living room. Dora watched her gym teacher
walk, watched the smoothly muscled bottom flex in the sleek tight shorts
she was wearing. She followed.
    "Ta-daa!" Miss Felicia's arms were up, triumphant. Dora looked around
her and saw candles. Everywhere. Lit candles on chairs, tables, windows;
everywhere.  Except-- the massage table, which had a place of honor in the
middle of the room. And there was a single red rose lying in the middle of
the table. Soft music played. Little Dora knew it was for her. For Her. She
could only stand there with her mouth open.  "What do you think?"
    "Wow."
    Felicia put her hands on Dora's shoulders. "I told you I wanted you to
come over, honey. This," she swept a hand around the room, "is for YOU."
    Dora felt her lip tremble and immediately looked down, feeling stupid
to want to cry over this. She felt a gentle hand at her chin, pulling
up. Looking into the dark pool eyes of her teacher, she felt her own tears
spill. She smiled weakly. "Thank you."
    Felicia smiled. "Hey, I got an idea." She grinned slowly. "You
want. . .a

massage?"
    Dora giggled and nodded shyly.
    "Well OK, then. So what are ya doing in all those clothes? Take 'em
off!  And when you're down to your underpants, just stand there for a bit
before getting up on the table, OK?"
    "OK," replied Dora as she began undressing. Felicia pretended to busy
herself with massage preparations while she watched the young girl
undress. God, what a beauty. And I'm going to be tasting her soon! Calmly,
calmly.
    Dora stood by the table in just her white cotton panties, and glanced
over at her teacher. She murmured, "I'm ready."
    "Good girl. Now," turning up the new age music slightly and coming over
to sit next to the standing girl, "I'm going to dry rub you while you're
standing first, get some vertical circulation going here." And she reached
down to the slim ankle of the girl's right leg and began rubbing in a slow,
twining motion all the way up her leg.  When she got to the upper thigh by
Dora's panties, she slowed. "Spread your legs a bit, hon." Dora dutifully
did so and her teacher was able to slide her hand across the inside of the
girl's thigh, circling the entire leg, then rubbing down again.  She did
this a few more times, then the other leg, each time just lightly bumping
her thumb and hand edge against the soft shape of Dora's pussy lips inside
her underpants. The little girl's eyes were closed.
    "Dora?"
    "Hmm?"
    "We can either keep your underpants on, and I'll skip over rubbing down
your hips and pelvis and bottom areas, or we can take them off now and I'll
do them.  Whatever you want."
    Dora's doe eyes had opened, and she looked down at Miss Felicia. "Umm,"
as her lush bottom lip went between her teeth.
    "We don't have to, hon."
    "No, I. . .I want to."
    Felicia put a reassuring hand on the girl's bottom. "You're sure?"
    "Yeah," Dora nodded. "Let's take off my. . .underpants."
    Nearly creaming, her teacher said casually, "okey-doke," and hooked a
thumb in each waistband side. She wanted to make it last, but couldn't be
too obvious.  The little cotton undies slid softly and oh-too-quickly to
Dora's knees, then the floor.  "One foot." Done. "And. . .Kick!" Dora flung
her panties quite successfully towards the hallway. "Good kick!"
    Grace smiled, standing naked now.
    "Oh-kay," and Felicia stood, her 5'6" athletic frame towering over the
12-year-old girl. She put one hand flat on Dora's chest and the other flat
on her back. Then she rubbed vigorously downwards in opposition, as if she
were trying to make fire. When she got to the girl's belly, she softened
the rubbing but continued on, at first widening out the area, as her hands
roamed, warmly rubbing, down and up Dora's slim, naked hips; around and up
her bottom, cheeks, crack; her puffy mound above the bare pouty pink slit
that seemed to grow imperceptibly more open with every minute. And finally
the rubbing came down vertically from between her shoulder blades and
breast bone, down, down to her lower back and belly, to her bottom crack
and mons, to her bottom hole and little damp vagina. And Felicia did it in
such a way that, though startling, it seemed so business-like, the circling
of her teacher's knowing fingers not roughly but firmly on her sensitive
little asshole and her just-opening virgin missy (as her mother called it),
that Dora accepted it as a fairly shocking but necessary part of the
therapy. And after the first shock, it started to feel kind of good, like
the kind of feeling good that Dora remembered feeling when Miss Felicia was
squishing her bottom around like dough. THAT felt really good. Maybe she'll
do that again. Ooh. The strong gentle hands stroked upwards, then down
again, kneading the girl's loosening crevices.
    "Is this okay, honey?" her teacher murmured somewhat breathily.
    Dora nodded, her lips slightly parted. "Mm-hmm."
    Then the hands moved up to Dora's shoulders, and she felt Miss
Felicia's lips brush against them. "Okay, Miss Farris," with a light pat on
her bottom, "let's get you up on that table now. Just let me get your
little flower," and she whisked the rose off the table and presented it to
her student; "my Lady." Dora giggled, blushed, and curtsied as she accepted
the gift. She stood there holding it against her bare chest as Miss Felicia
arranged the table. "Just need to get this pillow on here," as the woman
lay a yard-long pillow on the upper portion of the massage table.  "Okay.
Now, you get on up there and lay on your tummy, and I'll put this in a vase
for you."  She smiled and took back the rose. Dora climbed up onto the
massage table and lay down on the pillow. In so doing, her upper body, and
her bottom, were raised above her legs. She felt even more exposed than she
did the other night, but quite comfortable.
    Her teacher returned from the kitchen to the delicious sight of little
Dora's slightly upturned naked bottom on her massage table. The candlelight
flickered softly on the girl's light, smooth skin. She squeezed some oil
into her palm, rubbed her hands together, and began.
    With no panty impediment from the start, her skilled hands glided
smoothly from Dora's shoulders all the way down to her delicate feet. Then
back up, slowly. The strong hands rode like a wave up the girl's thighs,
briefly parted her buttocks in passing, then slowed and stopped at her
neck. Felicia murmured into the prone girl's ear. "Did you like what I did
the other night on your bottom?" The girl's eyes opened.  "You looked like
you did." Dora was still silent, perhaps not wanting to admit how MUCH she
liked it. "There's a lot of tension here," and she patted the little naked
bottom in question, then began stroking it in a little circle around the
cheeks. "The other night I could just feel all that tension just washing
away."
    Dora's small voice: "Yeah, I . . .I liked it a lot."
    "Good. Okay, then we'll work on your butt." Felicia shifted a bit to
get at the little girl's bottom more easily. She again lay both hands on
each of Dora's bottom cheeks, almost completely covering them, and began
slowly to knead them. Unlike the other night, the young cheeks offered very
little resistance this time, and let themselves be squeezed, pressed,
spread open. . . as the teacher's hands moved, her thumbs started coming
closer and closer to the girl's secret center, that little asshole that
twisted and puckered so prettily with each squeeze and pull. And Felicia
noticed the wonderful nasty smell was back; the musky pong of little Dora's
excitement. The woman took a deep breath.
    "Honey? I'd like to give you a deep muscle massage. I think it'd be
really good for you. But it means me working into some internal
muscles. Inside you."
    "Inside me?" Dora had turned around a bit to see her teacher.
    "Yep." Felicia kept her hand lightly on the girl's upturned bottom,
still

absently caressing. "It's the two main muscle walls below your diaphragm.
Kind of the seat of your power. And all your tension there blocks the
signals going from here," she smoothed an area around the girl's lower
back, "to here," running a hand down her thighs. "As a dancer, those are
some very important signals."
    Little Dora's brow furrowed, and her full lower lip pouted
out. "So. . ."
    Miss Felicia smiled. "How do I get inside you?" Dora nodded. The woman
held up a thumb. "This goes into your rectum to massage the rectal walls,
and this, or these," holding up two fingers of the same hand, "massage the
walls of your cervix."
    "My. . .cervix?"
    "Yep. You know what your cervix is?" Dora shook her head. Felicia
pointed to her own crotch. "What do you call this?"
    Dora blushed furiously, and grinned. She muttered something.
    "Your what?"
    "My . . .missy."
    Felicia grinned herself. "Your missy. I like that." She flipped hair
back from her face, and held up the two fingers again. "Well then, these
little critters would massage the walls of your Missy." She lay her hand
back casually on the girl's bottom.  "What do you think? Want me to do it?"
    Dora's mouth opened, then closed. She was thrilled, and scared. Felicia
stroked the girl's soft hair with her free hand. "I sure don't have to,
honey. I don't usually do it, but I just felt you needed. . .something
special." The little girl leaned into the woman's stroking like a cat. She
sure did like the feeling of Miss Felicia's hand on her bottom.
    "Okay," she murmured, and lay her her head down again. She started up.
"But if it hurts--"
    Felicia touched the girl's lips. "It will not hurt. May feel a little
weird for a bit. But if anything hurts anytime at all, I will stop, stop,
stop.  Okay?"
    "OKay."
    "Okay. Now," she squirted a generous pool of oil into her palm, "we'll
start again with what you like best."  And with a light, wet 'FLAP!', the
oiled hand came down on a rosy cheek.
    "Hey!" Dora giggled.
    "Oh come on," teased her teacher, "you're tougher than that." And as
she began to knead the soft young bottom again, she offered another light
slap. The girl's reddening cheeks squeezed themselves together. "Oh no you
don't," chuckled Felicia, and she dug her strong fingers into the smooth
muscle of Dora's tightened cheeks.
    "No fair!" cried the little girl, laughing. "Okay, okay!!" And the
bottom

softened immediately to Miss Felicia's onslaught.
    "Okay?" The woman held Dora's cheeks open, waiting.
    "Okay." Dora felt thrilled at the brazen openness of her position, and
a little lightheaded at the awareness of how completely vulnerable she was
at this moment to Miss Felicia. It occurred to the little girl that she
really, really liked this woman whose strong hands held her quivering
bottom open. She wanted so much to please her, to do anything for her.
     She sighed as Miss Felicia again began kneading, squeezing,
stroking. .  .a low intensity current of desire began to build inside her
as her teacher's hands would insistently brush, bump along the outer and
inner ridges of her softening anus ring.  She felt her missy begin to pulse
with an urge, a hunger. She began to breathe more deeply, unconsciously
raising her bottom slightly to help the welcome hands.
    Out of this langor, she felt the hands change rhythm and direction. One
hand stroked languidly up her back, while the other played softly along her
butt crack. She felt the gentle heel of a palm glide from the small of her
back very slowly down her crack, and rest directly on top of her bottom
hole. A pleasant feeling of warmth and pressure against her most secret
spot. It came slowly away, and Dora, in her dream, heard the sound of a new
lotion being squeezed, bubbling, out of its bottle.
        "OK, honey, I'm going to start. Now, I'm going to talk you through
this whole thing so it doesn't get too weird for you, OK?"
        Little voice: "OK."
        Felicia took a deep breath. The little girl was a beautiful, wet
dream, and here she was, waiting for me to put my fingers in her little
virgin holes. To make her come. Oh my God, thank you. She ran her
well-oiled thumb lightly down Dora's ass crack until it rested on the
girl's anus. "I'm going to work in the oil gently here," as she began a
slow, insistent corkscrew motion around the dark ring of Dora's asshole,
"to soften up the tissue." Felicia watched the girl swallow noisily. Her
breath deepened.  The little asshole tightened, wrinkling up.
        "Just relax, honey. Let everything relax, let it go." She poured a
bit more of the warm oil on to the area, and continued working the thumb
around and around the loosening anus. She heard a tiny whimper.
        "Oh-kay, honey, I'm going in now." And the steady thumb began to
slowly sink into the girl's oiled asshole. "Little by little. You okay?"
    From the head of the table came a little grunted "Uh-huh. . ."
    "You can help out just a little bit, honey, by pushing just a little
from your bottom, like you're pushing out a poopy." Felicia kept up the
insistent pressure, still slowly sinking her thumb in. "Not too hard, just
a little to open up a bit." And she felt the girl's willingness as the
slick anal ring that enveloped her thumbtip began to pooch out slightly. A
rush of affection for the girl filled Felicia.  "Good girl," she murmured,
pressing further into the blossoming anus. "You're doing great."
    Little Dora, after the initial strangeness of the intrusive thumb, was
beginning to experience feelings she had never, ever felt before. She felt
like she was being filled, like Miss Felicia's thumb in her bottom was
somehow connecting them with a fierce, swallowing love that was just
filling up her whole bottom and belly and heart. . . she just wanted to
take in ALL of this beautiful, kind woman, wanted her to sink herself in
totally. Just then the thumb inside her started to wiggle
ever-so-slightly. Dora pushed her little bottom upwards and let out a soft
moan.  "Ohh."
    "You okay, hon?" Felicia's thumb was in about halfway.
    A kind of grunt-sigh: "Mm-hmm. . ." The trembling cheeks contracted,
released.
    "That's the first part you're feeling, hon, that little wiggle." She
demonstrated again, sending a jolt through her student. "Now I'm going to
start massaging your labia, honey." She touched the tip of two fingers to
the girl's smooth pussy, and leaned in slightly towards Dora's ear. "That's
the lips of your "missy" here," she murmured, smiling.
    As Felicia began to slide the two lubricated fingers around and between
the girl's swelling young pussy lips, her busy thumb was sinking still
further into Dora's eager asshole. The little dancer's flexible frame
pushed her bottom up even further so that it seemed now almost
perpendicular to her lithe back. Her teacher's other hand stroked upwards
and moved a strand of golden hair from the girl's face, caressed her
fevered cheek. Dora's breathing was shaky, her lips quivering.
    When Felicia's long fingers folded into the young girl's wet pussy and
began stroking the soft insides, Dora started to lose control. Her teacher,
noticing the change, picked up the pace, digging the thumb in.  "That's it,
honey, let it go. Let it all out." Now the thumb slid halfway out, then
plunged in again. The busy fingers were slippery in the girl's gushing
juices.
    Dora was breathing like a runner. Her upturned little bottom was now
moving wildly in and out to meet each thumb-fuck, to press herself into the
strong fingers sawing at her missy. Her dancer's legs were bent at the
knees, while each foot flailed about, pointing and curling.
    Felicia loved riding this beauty. "Go ahead and make noise, honey. If
it feels great, if it's kinda scary, it's okay, I'm here. It's alright,
honey."
    Dora's high-pitched, little-girl voice sounded lost, on the verge of
panic.  She was weeping in her delirium. "I can't -- Oooh! --- I ---Oh,
Miss Felicia, I'm scared!! I don't --- oh my gosh!! Mmmmmaaahhh!! Aaah!!"
And her little ass locked solid on Felicia's hand, shaking in its intense
orgasmic spasm, her legs locking straight out, feet in point.

(Lovely readers: your own experiences and fantasies can provide wonderful
material for me. Please, let me know!  xxxLouisa)