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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Solo-Touch-Bot Posted on: 11 Jan 2010 1 comments
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Category: Female Solo (F)
Submitted by: Katherine Age: 19 Gender: Female

The recent story by Vicky made me realize that I had not really put down what I truly felt. I think I had tried to be "too polite".

Viky uses the lovely, earthy, word, "creaming" and it started me thinking. Certainly in the times I wore no panties under my leotard, "creaming" was what happened. And I loved it. Not just "getting wet", not just "juicy" but the thick creamy lubrication tha comes only from profound sexual arousal. And so, here is something that happened later, but before I left the school.

I had got used to wearing nothing underneath my leotard. And got used to loving the naughtiness off it. Of course I got horny. Ballet is the ultimate use of one's body to express emotion and I was preparing to take part in a final year student's own choreographic project. This entailed the story of forbidden love between two girls. (And very carefully planned it was too. Madame was a rampant dyke and any play or dance that involved female sexuality always got massively high marks.) I had to play the part of a younger girl being seduced. The piece was full of sexual tension. Almost kissing, almost touching for quite a time before touching, kissing and finally undressing and caressing each others naked bodies. It started though at the bar with standard first position stuff. Ballet exercises familiar to girls the world over. This of course meant leotards. I made sure that I wore nothing underneath.

Knowing we were performing for a lesbian, and it being with my friend with whom I had enjoyed some fun made it all the more erotic. This was an aspect to it that only we knew. The dance progressed and the tension rose considereably. The light grazing of fingertips, of lips made me, to use Vicky's lovely word, cream. And cream up GOOD. By the time I had innocently allowed my leotard to he pulled off my shoulders and exposed my breasts, I was throbbing. Then, as Claire undressed me further, I saw the amazement in her eyes as she became aware of just HOW creamy I was. Of course, the piece required me to allow Claire to seduce, not the other way around. So finally, Claire had me naked on stage and was pretending to make love to me. Each kiss, each touch, though, became more. At one point she had to pretend to put her hand between my legs. The dance called for her to "cup" my vagina. Well, she did, but unseen by the lecturers who were assessing the piece, she slipped her middle finger RIGHT inside me! I actually came on her finger right there in the performance.

Of course, the moment lasted only a brief second or two which only served to make me hyper horny. I have never EVER felt that level of arousal. So we concluded the piece and the student got an unprecedented 98% (and a first class degree in dance, of course. I bet Madame was as wet as we were.) So off to the showers. Only us two in there as well and me, literally, dripping by this stage. One small and achingly insufficient orgasm. In the changing rooms, now back in our leotards, we fell on each other kissing and nibbling at each other's lips and necks. Claire pulled me into the showers and I tried to wriggle out of my leotard. She was having none of it. She pushed me back against the cold wall and dropped to her knees and buried her face between my legs. I heard her breathe in hard. "Ohh FUCK, Katie, you smell fucking amazing." More breathing, more nuzzling at my clit. "I can smell everything. Your cunt, (always guaranteed to make me horny, that word!), I can even smell your piss." I felt her working her fingers under the leotard around my bum while her mouth and tongue worked on my through the sodden material. I heard her primal grunting. It was like a pig foraging for truffles and totally erotic. Then I felt her finger press into me. Not my pussy, but up my ass. At the same time she looked up and said something that is forever burned into my being as the most erotic thing anyone has ever said or done to me. "Katie, piss in your leotard and into my mouth." It felt like the ultimate benediction. It took me a few seconds to relax, but when I did I felt the warm flood between my legs and felt her mouth over me coupled with the probing finger which was now as deep up my bum as it could go. (The first time anyone has had my ass.) The orgasm was shattering. I have heard about "the earth moved". Mine didnt. Mine exploded, shattered into a million shards of light. It fractured, blew itself apart in a colossal cataclysm of satisfaction. When I came around, I had slumped down against the wall and Claire was standing over me masturbating thhrough her leotard. I wanted to see her do it to. To see her wet herself. It seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to return the honour she had done me. Claire managed only a few drops that day, but it was enough for me to know I wanted more of that. So I gently stripped her in the showers and turned her away from me. I bent her forwards slightly and kissed down her sweating back. Ever lower, until I came to her bum. I kissed the soft peachy cheeks and parted them. I reached between her legs and found her clit while at the same time I kissed the very centre of her bum, pressing my tounge ever deeper inside her until my lips met the soft, puckered flesh. I gave her a long, wet sucky kiss there and felt not only her orgasm, but her cream as she ejaculated in five long spurts into my cupped hand.

So I have come to love "creaming". I have come to love the eroticism of almost being brought to orgasms through the medium of dance and the rought, almost rape-like depravity that followed. I learned to love peeing as a sexual act. (Sometimes I do it now on my own from time to time, just for the badness of it.)

Thank you, Vicky, for making me revisit myself (and Claire). Thank you for revealing to me the earthiness of what happens when a girl literally, creams her knickers.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]