What's Down There

When I was 14, I was mad keen on ballet. I had a black dancers leotard that was obligatory, and of course, black tights. There was also a pathetic little black cardigan too. My dance teacher was ex-royal ballet, and a really hard worker. She expected nothing less of us. "if you don't leave the class sweating, you haven't worked hard enough" we would spend literally hours holding a particular position, being asked to explore our bodies and note how each muscle was feeling. It's no wonder today that I can use that insight to make myself cum without even touching myself. Of course, our ballet kit needed washing each day, and not only to remove the sweat. Mine had started to show white stains at the crotch, and some days, a lot of it. We all thought the teacher was a lesbian....what ballet student doesn't think that from time to time....as we would giggle,about how Miss used to get us to stand on one leg, with the other held out as high as possible, giving her a good look at our crotches. I had started using a mirror to look down there, and I caught site of myself in one of the dance studios mirrors. I imagine how "open" I was in that position, and how, if I was naked, a boy could just walk right up to me and put it up me. As we held that position I felt so sexy, the dirty thoughts just wouldn't stay away. I could feel the wetness ooze, then trickle from my cunt, and even as I thought the 'c' word, my clit started to throb. I imagined how wet my leotard was getting, and how much I ached to touch myself. In my mind, I was there in the studio alone, holding this position as a hunky male dancer made his way around me, inspecting me, criticising me, correcting my position, before wrapping his arms around me and using his body as a template for mine. My leg was over his shoulder, and his arms around my waist. Then, in my mind, I imagined his cock sliding gently yet firmly inside me and pumping me until with one final, almost savage lunge, he spunked in me, In reality, back in the studio, I felt my cunt give a series of twitches, actually, no, they were more than twitches, they were strong, regular pulses. So strong, I lost the position, and fell into a sobbing, shaking heap on the floor. Miss De Angelo walked up to me and sneeringly remarked that my stamina and control needed much more work. Fortunately, she couldn't see the glistening wet patch between my legs, but I noticed her nostrils twitch and I think she could smell me. Sometimes we had the studio for solo practice, and every time I was in there I would masturbate. At the age of 16, we would sometimes dance "Sky clad". Personally, I hunk this was just an opportunity for Miss DA to see a group of girls naked. I dropped ballet after that year, although I still retain my kit. I also retain the art of cumming through the power of my kind alone too!