Mandy has long black curly hair that goes halfway down her back. It is thick and lustrous and she must use pantene because it always smells so good. Mandy's obsession is ballet and she works hard at lessons to become a ballerina. In fact, almost the only way she dresses is in a leotard (usually in my class the panties are in her backpack) and short skirt. But she's fleshy too, and though she doesn't have even a whisper of boobs, her body is downright curvaceous through the thin fabric. Her little butt, especially. My word, what an eyecatching feature that is!

Her face is very pretty, beautiful in fact, set off by her lovely green eyes --a devastating combination of hair and eye colors. Her skin is dark, almost Latin. Almost any man would have the urge to sweep her up in his arms and kiss her; my urge transcends that: I want to penetrate her. And knowing that she's willing and experienced makes her even more exciting.

In fact, we fucked the very first week of class, maybe the second or third day, in one of the private lounges. I was delighted at the ease with which I could get into her. She told me she'd had sex with literally hundreds of men and that fucking was about the only thing in life she cared about, except of course ballet. She lubricated naturally and experienced orgasm very easily.

I just loved the way she fucked, so grown up and passionate. She would be quiet, undemonstrative, radiant. Her favorite way was on her back, legs wrapped around my waist. Sometimes she'd get me so excited I'd walk around with her stuck on my cock like a martini olive on a pick. What a lovely pliant little thing!

I like to get to know the parents of the children I fuck, and Sharon Bryant turned out to be one of the best looking and intelligent mothers I'd met. She was way too young to have a girl Mandy's age, only 23. And she was single, supporting herself as a high class call girl, earning well into the six figures annually. Mandy had learned all about penises from watching her mother entertain clients. Sharon was delighted that her daughter was into sex so early and so zealously. "Do you know the little girl actually has a spiral notebook with all the men in it?" Sharon told me over coffee. "Baby, why don't you get your book for Mr. Rausch and show him?"

Mandy came back with a fat notebook with flowers on the front. On the cover it said, "Cocks". I laughed. I flipped through it. Dates, the man's name or description, how big his cock was, terse comments. "I have a diary too," Mandy said, and showed me a thick book with a daily record of fuckings. The first book mentioned men in number, one entry per man. The second recorded all encounters, although some entries were sketchy, such as, "Aug 2, 1998: Lisa and I went to an orgy at Mr. McKenzie's. Twenty two men!" "June 4, 1997: Mr. Wilson almost had a stroke or something, I felt so bad for him." I took up the other book and looked to the end for my name: "897: Mr. Rausch, teacher. Sept. 6, 1998. He's cute and his cock is very big. I didn't have to seduce him or anything, he was very willing." On that day, it was Sept. 11 and she had a blank entry for number 902. I was amazed. Since she became active she'd been averaging slightly more than one new cock each day, plus many, many repeat visits....(cont)