I started taking dance lessons when I was 4; tap, ballet and jazz. I danced competitively for years and recently decided to start teaching. I always loved it when my instructor would touch me and move my body into the correct position, and when I decided to take on a class of lovely sweet little things, I also decided I’d be a very hands-on teacher.
I asked my little ones if any of them would like private lessons a couple weeks ago and a small group of my best dancers eagerly signed up. I told them to be at my studio early Saturday morning. I greeted them wearing just a short little robe with nothing underneath. “Put your bags down, girls, and make yourselves comfortable,” I said. I untied the sash on my robe and slipped it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Their innocent little faces registered shock and confusion. “Today’s lesson is going to be a little different than what we’ve been doing. Take off your leotards.”
I started getting wet, looking at their tiny little bodies as their clothes came off. “We’re going to be working on some moves you haven’t learned yet,” I said as I tweaked my nipples. “Look at my breasts, girls. See how my nipples are getting hard? Play with your own and make them do the same thing.” Their tiny little fingers started exploring their flat chests, rubbing and gently squeezing. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked, my hands sliding down my body to my pussy. “Do as I’m doing, girls,” I instructed, pulling my pussy lips open with my left hand as I started rubbing little circles on my clit with my right. Within minutes, their fingers were in their smooth, bald little cunts and they were squealing with delight!
I got down on my knees, my legs spread wide and arched my back, opening my chest. “Now it’s time to find out who teacher’s pet is,” I said. “Who wants to be the first to kiss me here?”
Heh. They’re all teacher’s pets now.
