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 Title: High School Musical
Author: Ericatits
Keywords: mfff, mf, mmf, 1st, slow, cons, oral, piv, hs
Summary: I get roped into being a featured dancer in our high school's
musical.  The physical interaction with the female dancers starts as
frightening, becomes pleasant, and eventually escalates beyond my wildest
fantasies.  Partially true.

   Copyright joe.ericatits@gmail.com, 2010

  
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* Notes: * * All of my stories start out describing sexy situations I found
myself * * in, roughly between ages 12-24.  At some point in the story is a
* * line of 5 asterisks (*****), which separates reality from my * *
fantasies about where it might have gone.  In truth, all of these * *
situations ended in disappointment and I remained a sexually * * frustrated
nerd.  * * I've had these ideas in my head for years, but this is the first
story * * I have actually written and published.  Feedback would be greatly
* * appreciated.  *
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   I was a good student; great actually.  But at the end of my freshman
year in high school I was not nominated to join the National Honor Society.
I asked why not, and was told that I needed to participate in more
extra-curricular activities and make myself well-rounded.  I was already
singing in the choir, so I decided my sophomore year to take the next step
and try out for the musical theater production.

   After they held auditions for the main roles, which I was not interested
in, they had everyone who was interested in participating come to a general
meeting.  At this meeting they requested volunteers for various small, but
non-ensemble parts.  One of these parts was for three boys who, I thought,
would step out of the crowd, sing a line or two, and be done.  So when two
of my friends John and Matt wanted me to volunteer with them, I did so.

   We were immediately told to go see the choreographer to learn our dance
steps.  Woah!  This was not part of the bargain I had signed on for.  But
we went, and it turned out to be nothing too complex; basically just
synchronizing our walking and saluting and whatnot.  Then the choreographer
called up three of the girls and we went to sit down.

   "Where are you going?", the choreographer asked.

   "I thought you were working with the girls now", one of us replied.

   "I need you too, this is a couples dance."

   We tried to weasel our way out of it, but to no avail.  We were the only
guys in the room, and we were now her featured dancers for the show.  You
should understand that I was the worst sort of shy nerd.  I had never
danced with a girl, never really touched a girl that was my peer, and
hardly even made eye contact with girls for fear they would think I was
some sort of stalker or pervert.  (And maybe because I was always busy
looking at other parts of them.)

   I was paired up with a freshman girl named Carrie.  Carrie had short,
straight blond hair, blue eyes, and a pretty round face.  Below that were
perky little boobs, probably a B cup, a nice tight tummy, and a cute little
butt.  I would guess she was 5'10" and 125 pounds.  In the crowd of great
looking girls at school she did not stand out, but here in front of me she
was a dream come true.

   The choreographer explained that we would be doing something inspired by
swing dancing and told us to face our partners, about a foot apart, and
hold hands.  Ok, I could do this.  I tried not to obviously look right at
her, and took her outstretched hands.  They felt so soft and wonderful to
me, although I realize now they were probably no different from my own
hands.  I tried to hold them daintily, so everyone would think I was doing
so just because that was what I was told and not also because I enjoyed it.

   The first move was pretty simple to get us started; we would step back
so that our arms were entirely outstretched, then come together, drop one
hand, I would twirl her under my arm, and we would again grasp that hand
and step back all in four counts.  As we practiced this several times I
began to feel a bit more comfortable.

   Then she showed us a segment we could use to transition from this to a
pose where we would be standing a foot behind the girl and a bit to the
side, with both of us facing forward and not touching.  Again, no problems
there.  Then she wanted us to put our hands on either side of the girls'
waists.  How was I going to do that?  If my hands were too far forward, she
would think I was trying to touch her vagina.  If they were too far back,
she would think I was trying to feel her butt.  And while she was bad
enough, there were a dozen other girls in the room who would be disgusted
and tell the whole school.

   I hesitated, but there was no choice but to do it.  I tried to put my
hands perfectly centered on her side, and just barely brushed up against
her jeans.  Oh man, if I had thought her hands felt good, this was unreal.
I was touching a pretty girl's body!  I thought I could feel her underwear
through the top of her jeans.  There was a vagina just inches away from my
fingers!  And somehow, I was getting away with it.

   "That isn't going to work very well", the choreographer explained, as
she pressed my hands more firmly onto Carrie's waist.  "The girls are going
to help a bit by jumping, but you have to lift them from one side of you to
the other, and we don't want anybody getting dropped." Now I could
*definitely* feel the top of her panties.  As we did this a few times, back
and forth, I enjoyed the feeling very much.

   "Ok, that's enough for now." I reluctantly let go of my prize.  Before I
could sit down, she called up another group of three girls to work on
another dance.  This time I was paired with a senior named Justine.  Wow,
she was very different from Carrie.  Justine's hair was frizzy and light
brown.  Her face was covered in freckles and had what I can only call a
sultry expression all the time.  She wasn't fat, but she wasn't skinny like
Carrie either.  Her boobs were huge, at least Ds, and her butt stuck out
behind her back.  My guess is 5'2" and also about 125 pounds.

   I was disappointed that this dance did not involve much contact, instead
having all six of us doing the same thing in two lines.  I was pleased to
see that Justine's black bra straps came out of her sleeveless shirt and
whenever she leaned forward I could see the top of her dark red panties
with "Victoria's Secret" printed on them.  Hot damn!

   There was one more dance to do, and for this one I got paired up with a
girl I actually sort of knew.  Renee was in my class, and you could say I
had a crush on her.  She didn't have the kind of body that catches a guy's
eye and she always dressed conservatively, but her face was gorgeous.  More
importantly, she was a shy, quiet girl like me, and someone who I could
feel like I had a chance with.  Her dark brown hair was straight but curled
in over her shoulders to perfectly frame those beautiful eyes and cute
dimples.  Let's say A cup, 5'6", and 100 pounds.

   This started with us standing basically the same as in the first dance.
But this time, we would drop one hand and I would go down on one knee while
she slowly stepped out away from me.  Then I pulled her back in and she sat
on my extended knee.  Having her butt on my knee was pretty amazing.  I
would have loved if she sat on it so that one cheek went on either side,
but it wasn't like that.

   "Ok, that's good, but you have to act like you like each other.  While
you are coming to sit down, you should be looking at each other's faces and
smiling." Well, that was just great.  What girl wouldn't be weirded out by
me staring into their eyes like we had some deep connection or something?
But since we had to do it, I took advantage of the opportunity to
appreciate all of her delicate features.

   Next, she was supposed to stand up, then I was supposed to stand up,
then I was supposed to lift her up and carry her off the stage. 
(Apparently we were starting near the end and would work backward from
there.) I was supposed to lean down, put one arm under her shoulders and
another under her knees.  The bottom part wasn't too bad, considering what
I had already gotten away with, but I was *very* conscious about where my
other hand went.  In order to support her full weight, I really needed my
arm to go the whole way across her back, and then pull the other side
toward me.  But the natural place for that hand to go would be to partially
cup her boob.  This would have been more of a problem if she had any to
speak of, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be horribly offended if I
touched it.  (And it didn't mean that I wouldn't die to do so.)

   "Come on, you love each other!  Keep making eye contact as you go out!"
So I did.  That was all our time for that day, so I rode the late bus home
and had one of the greatest wanks of my life.

   I won't bore you with the details of all our many practices during which
we learned the rest of the choreography and tried to perfect it.  I do have
to tell you a bit more about the dance with Justine.  During one small part
of that, the stage would go mostly dark and each couple was supposed to
cross the stage as a strange and creepy silhouette.  The choreographer
wanted us to come up with our own ideas and gave us some time to try them
out.  I was too nervous to suggest something that would put us in close
contact, and did not want to suggest something that did not for fear that
it would be accepted.

   The idea that Justine came up with did indeed put us in close contact!
She would ride on my shoulders, but in reverse.  Someone would help lift
her up into position and then I had to reach back around over my shoulders
to try to hold her in place as I walked across stage and she waved her arms
around the opposite way.  That's right; her vagina was now right in my
face, separated by only those Victoria's Secret panties and some jeans.  If
I leaned my face forward, I could probably unzip them with my teeth. 
Trying not to be too obvious, I inhaled deeply and enjoyed that
intoxicating aroma.  The experience was so intense I almost lost control
and put us both on the ground.

   Over the next two months the steps became routine, but the contact part
did not.  I may not have gotten the same electric feeling just from holding
Carrie's hands as before, but I never stopped feeling like I was getting
away with something far more wonderful than I had ever dreamed.  And while
I got a little less nervous, I still constantly wrestled with the thought
that one wrong move could result in a slap and some serious trouble.  Many
a night I fantasied about actually copping a feel of one of their breasts
and, if they noticed, saying it was a mistake.  But there was no way I
would take that risk in real life.

   *****

   Fast-forward to the week before the dress rehearsal.  After what would
be our last normal practice, Carrie, Justine, and Renee came up to me. 
"Joe, we think we need one more practice.  Are you busy on Saturday?",
asked Carrie.

   "No, but how will we get on to the stage?", I replied.

   "We don't have to do it here, silly!", said Renee.  "We can do it at
Justine's".

   So it was agreed, and I got my parents to drop me off at Justine's
parents' house on Saturday morning.  The girls were already there, and
dressed in a way that would not have been allowed at school.  Carrie was
wearing those tight cotton shorts that say "Juicy" across the butt, with
the top rolled up to make them just about as short as possible, and a white
sleeveless halter top that showed off her flat tummy.  Justine was wearing
a red bikini, and really showing off *all* her assets.  Renee had a short
denim skirt and a shirt with a big diamond cut out of the center to show
off the bottom part of her tiny cleavage down to her cute little belly
button.

   I had been getting used to being near these girls and touching them, but
this was a whole new view.  I tried not to stare, but I am sure my eyes and
mouth were wide open.  "You and Carrie start practicing in the living
room", Justine said, "while Renee and I go get some snacks." The two of
them ran off giggling toward where I guessed there was a kitchen, leaving
Carrie and I alone.

   We started our routine, and I found that touching Carrie's bare skin was
way better than through clothes.  I should have been grasping her firmly
from the waist, but I could not resist the temptation to put my hands a
little higher so that my fingers gripped her ivory tummy.  As a result, I
didn't have a perfect grip and almost lost her.

   She stopped dancing and turned to me.  "Look, this isn't going to work.
The show is this week, and I can't have you afraid to touch me." As I tried
to explain how sorry I was, and how it wouldn't happen again, she took my
hands in hers and pressed them to her side.  Then she started moving them
around, so that I rubbed her back and sides up to her shirt, then across
that beautiful creamy tummy.

   I thought that was amazing, but suddenly it got even better.  She put my
hands back around her, then slid them to the back and down until I was
cupping those "juicy" butt cheeks in my hands.  Then she leaned in and
pressed her lips to mine, giving me my first kiss!  Her lips were soft, and
wet, and wonderful, and I figured what the hell and started to massage
those butt cheeks, which were firm and wonderful in their own way.  She let
go of my hands, stepped closer, and put her arms around my back while
continuing to kiss me.

   It felt like hours, but was probably only a few seconds before she
pulled away and took my hands off of her butt.  No!!!  But it was only
getting better.  Now she put my hands on her boobs and let me feel them for
a while.  Then she reached up and pulled her top off, revealing a lacy
white bra underneath, and guided my hands around to her back, where it
clasped together.  I fumbled with it for a few seconds, but eventually
managed to unhook it and very slowly lowered it, trembling with
anticipation.

   I had seen boobs before in dirty magazines, but that did not prepare me
for the amazing sight of a rack right in front of me.  They were the size
of small apples, perfectly white, with brown areolas the size of nickels
and wonderful crinkly nipples pointing proudly up toward my face.  I
couldn't help myself but to reach out and cup them, massaging their bottoms
with my palms while gently rolling the nipples between my fingers. 
Touching her boobs through a shirt and bra had been great, but this was
better still.  I couldn't believe how soft they were, except for the
nipples that were as hard as my dick, which was experiencing the most
raging boner of my lifetime.

   As I felt her up Carrie closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and
sighed like she was enjoying it.  Yes!  Not only was I seeing and feeling
fantastic young boobs, but I was causing a girl pleasure.  After a minute
or two I leaned down and licked her right nipple, causing her to gasp in
surprise.  It felt great on my tongue and she seemed to like it, so I went
a little further and gently sucked the nipple into my mouth.  I could have
died at that moment the happiest man on Earth.

   I almost did die of embarrassment, as Justine and Renee walked back into
the room.  I needed to hide so they would not see what we were doing, but I
just froze in place.  "I see you've already gotten started", Justine said
as she put down a plate of cookies.

   "Yes, he seems to be getting pretty comfortable with me," Carrie replied
as she pushed me away with a sigh.  Maybe they weren't going to be upset?

   Justine took Renee's hand and walked up to us.  "Good, let's get him
comfortable with us too." She put one of my arms around her waist and the
other around Renee's, then leaned in for a kiss.  While Carrie's kiss had
been sweet and tentative, Justine's was full of experience and desire, with
her tongue dancing over my lips until I opened them and let her in.  Woah!
When she came up for air I turned toward Renee.  She looked a bit unsure
about this whole affair, but leaned in to try to imitate what Justine had
done.  She opened her mouth with mine, but this time I had to take the
initiative in playing tonsil hockey.

   When she pulled back, it was because Justine was helping her to take her
shirt off.  She was not wearing a bra, and indeed could not have with that
shirt, and she quickly moved her arms to cover her boobs as her face got
even redder.  "Come on now, we don't have all day," Justine said, and Renee
slowly lowered her hands to her sides staring straight ahead.  "I am sure
Joe's been just waiting for a chance to see those titties!"

   Indeed I had been, and they were lovely.  Not nice and round like
Carrie's, but just little 1-inch bumps on her perfectly smooth chest, with
tiny brown nipples poking slightly up toward the ceiling.  "Yeah right,"
Renee sniffled, "I bet he's real interested in my flat chest."

   "Oh, I am!", I exclaimed.  "May I touch them please?" She nodded
curiously, and I gently reached out to hold one boob with each hand.  They
were much firmer than Carrie's, but also wonderful in their own way.  When
she stopped quivering, I bent down and took one all the way into my mouth,
sucking on the outside and flicking my tongue against the nipple.  After a
few minutes, Justine said it was her turn.

   As she slowly removed her bikini top, another wonderful pair of boobs
came out to play.  These were as big as grapefruits, and hung down in a
tear shape.  Her nipples were like pencil erasers, wrapped in bright red
areolas the size of silver dollars.  Even her boobs were covered in
freckles.  This time I didn't hesitate to reach out and hold them, and
found they were even softer than Carrie's.  After caressing and sucking on
them for a while, I buried my face in her cleavage and pressed her boobs
tight up against my cheeks while furiously licking that fantastic trench
between them.

   "Ok ladies, I think we've teased him enough," while extricating me from
her tits.

   "What do you mean," Renee asked.

   Justine just pointed at my crotch, where the most raging hard-on of my
life was trying to escape the confines of my jeans, and quite obvious.  She
pulled my shirt off over my head, then kneeled down in front of me,
motioning Carrie and Renee to do the same on either side of her.  "Let's
see what he has to offer." She unbuttoned my jeans, then unzipped them and
my dick shot out to a 45 degree angle, pretty much right at her face. 
Justine looked pleased, Carrie excited, and Renee shocked as she pulled my
pants and underwear down to my ankles.

   I couldn't wait for one of them to touch my throbbing boner, but they
seemed content to admire it.  After a few excruciating moments, Justine
reached out a hand and started gently stroking me.  She was not nearly as
forceful as I am when jacking off, but it felt amazing to have this girl's
hand on me, and between all of the exploring I'd done earlier and the sight
of 3 pairs of boobs in front of me, I came almost immediately.  Justine
continued jacking me until I had shot three big loads of cum: one on her
left nipple, one dripping into her cleavage, and one down toward her belly
button.  The other girls just watched, fascinated.

   "Well, I think he ought to be able to concentrate now," Justine said
with a smile.  "Let's get you two practicing." She pointed at me and
Carrie. None of the girls seemed interested in putting their tops back on,
so I just stepped out of my pants.  Carrie and I went through our dance
again while Justine and Renee watched and critiqued us.  Having just cummed
helped me be a little less horny, but I was now dancing naked with a
topless girl while two other topless girls watched.  I tried to
concentrate, but now instead of being hyper-careful not to touch any fun
parts I was taking every opportunity to brush against her boobs and naked
stomach again.  By the time we got through the routine twice I had a
semi-erection again.

   "That's more like it, but he still seems a little nervous," Carrie said.
"I think we need to go to the next level, and it's only fair." She put my
hands back on her waist and pushed down while shaking her hips so that I
was pulling down her shorts.  As soon as I realized what was going on, I
took control and slowly lowered them.  To my surprise, Carrie was not
wearing any underwear.  Damn!  There it was, the Holy of Holies right in
front of me.  There was a cute little triangle of her beautiful blond hair
pointing down to her hairless pink lips, which covered everything else.

   After stepping out of her shorts, she guided my hand down there, so my
palm rested on her pubic hair, my middle finger sat in the space between
her lips, and my other fingers were on either side of her vagina.  Wow, it
was warm!  I rubbed my fingers up and down a few times, then slowly pushed
my middle finger inside her and felt around.  It was very soft and very
wet, and very wonderful.  When I was near the top of her slit she moaned,
so I stayed in that area for a while.

   As we were enjoying this, Justine came up beside Carrie, took my other
hand, and wrapped my fingers around the front of the waistband of her
bikini.  Understanding, I pulled it down while making sure to rub the back
of my hand against her.  Justine's vagina was shaved completely, and unlike
the single smooth pair of pink lips on Carrie she had two pairs of
wrinkled, brown lips inside of each other, with a little nub sticking out
the top.  Despite the differences in appearance, she felt pretty much the
same.  I realized that Carrie had a nub like that too, it was just smaller
and inside her, and was what I had been rubbing that she seemed to enjoy.

   As I continued fondling them, Carrie took my dick, which was once again
hard as a rock, in her hand and started stroking up and down.  It was hard
to concentrate on their vaginas when my dick was throbbing with pleasure,
but I must have been doing something right because Carrie started breathing
heavily and fast and let go of my dick.  She repositioned my hand so that
my fingers were now at the bottom part of her slit, where they could push
much further in.  Then she started pushing herself against my hand as hard
as she could and I began flicking her little nub with my thumb while
pushing my fingers in and out of her hole.  After a few seconds she yelled
"Oh!!!" and fell towards me while her vagina muscles spasmed against my
fingers.  I tried to keep up my attention, but she pushed my hand away and
walked back to sit on a chair with a far-off look in her eyes.

   Then Renee walked up where Carrie had been and took off her skirt,
revealing plain white cotton panties.  "You can touch me", she said, "but
please not inside".  She removed her own panties to reveal a vagina covered
in thick, curly brown hair.  I didn't want to push my luck, so I just
combed my fingers through her lush pubic hair and gently touched her skin
with my fingertips.  While I continued ministering to her and Justine,
Carrie came back over, laid on the floor between my legs, and took my cock
in her hands again.  It didn't take too many strokes before I was cumming
again.  Since she was pulling down, most of my cum landed on her cheeks and
nose this time, and I saw her lick some into her mouth before she crawled
back out, clapped her hands, and said "back to work!"

   Justine looked very sad to have my fingers out of her, but agreed to
rehearse our dance next.  Boy, with her boobs hanging out unhindered by
shirt or bra they sure bounced around a lot.  When we got to the part where
she sat on my shoulders, the intoxicating smell of her girl parts was much
more powerful than ever before, and in close-up I could see that she was
practically dripping with wetness.  I couldn't help myself and stuck my
tongue out to lick that little nub at the top of her slit.  Woah!  She
screamed and lost her balance, and thankfully there was a soft chair there
to break our fall.

   I started to apologize profusely, but she just said "Jesus!  You gotta
give a girl some warning if you're gonna eat her pussy." I reached a hand
out to help her up, but she said "Oh no, if you're gonna do it, do it
right!" and lifted her butt to put her juicy slit right in my face.

   I licked her nub again, then stuck my tongue inside her slit and licked
up and down.  She tasted kind of sweet, kind of salty, kind of sour all at
the same time.  Not delicious, but I was enjoying myself too much to worry
about the flavor.  "More focus on my clit", she panted.  I figured that was
the hard nub at the top, and went back to licking all over it.  Then
"girls, come here", and she pulled their heads down until they started
sucking on her nipples.  She was going crazy now, moaning and writing in
pleasure until I gently sucked on her clit and and she screamed again while
her whole body shook.

   This was my chance.  I had a glistening vagina in front of me, a girl
who I had to have just made cum, and once again a raging hard-on.  I stood
up and started rubbing my dick up and down the outside of her slit, getting
it plenty wet.  Before I could penetrate her though, Justine put her hand
in front of her vagina and said "No, no, my boyfriend wouldn't like that."
Damn!  I reluctantly stepped away.  "But come here, you've definitely
earned this", she continued in a husky voice while motioning for me to
crawl up to sit on her boobs.

   From this position, she started licking the head of my dick.  OH MY GOD!
That felt way better than her hand did.  She would run her tongue up one
side, down the other, then swirl around the sensitive ridge separating the
shaft from the head.  Obviously, she had done this before.  Seeing how it
worked for Justine, I signalled Renee and Carrie to come stand behind the
chair and moved my head back and forth from one lovely rack to the other.
Then Justine took it to another level, slipping the head of my penis into
her mouth.  Her lips gently sucked on that ridge while her tongue flicked
my head and one of her hands stroked my shaft.  It was by far the greatest
feeling I had ever had.  When she started bobbing her head up and down,
taking the whole shaft in her mouth, it was too much.  I came harder and
longer than either of the two amazing orgasms I had earlier that day, and
she sucked it all down.

   When I had a moment to come back to earth, Carrie said that Justine and
I had better finish our dance, but Justine said she didn't think she could
stand up right now, and besides, we would be fine.  So instead Renee and I
went through her routine.  After so many sexual delights, I was now able to
be a perfect gentleman, and it went pretty smoothly.  We were just
finishing our third run-through and I was starting to get aroused again
when we heard a car door.  "Shit, that's my parents!", whispered Justine,
and we all scrambled to get our clothes back on.  Justine licked what
remained of the cum off of Carrie's face, and somehow by the time Justine's
mom came in we were all sitting on the couch, drinking lemonade and
watching TV.  I called my parents to come pick me up, then went home and
slept very well.

   Monday morning at school the girls acted like nothing had happened
between us.  That night we had our dress rehearsal, and I finally got the
chance to touch them again.  Their plan had worked -- I was less nervous
about accidentally offending them through accidental fondling -- but now I
was horny as hell thinking about what happened the last time we practiced
our dances.  There were a few mistakes overall, but but my part of the
dress rehearsal went well.

   Tuesday was opening night, and everyone was excited as we could hear
applause when the curtain was supposed to come up.  John, Matt, and I were
in a math classroom that was supposed to be our dressing room, getting
ready for the first dance number, when Carrie and the girls who would be
John and Matt's partners for the first dance walked in.

   "Come on, drop your pants", one of the girls said.  We just looked at
each other confused.  "You might be able to hide it in jeans, but it was
painfully obvious in those cotton pants yesterday that you all had boners."
I looked down, and indeed I was pitching a serious tent.  "I guess you
can't forget Saturday", she continued with a smirk.  So my friends had
gotten that same treatment; good for them!

   Carrie motioned for one of the other girls to help her unzip her top,
then helped the other girls out of theirs.  Their costume consisted of long
pants and strapless shirts that zipped up the back.  I saw that none of
them were wearing a bra (I guess they couldn't, with those shirts), and all
had fairly small boobs.

   Then Carrie came over, kneeled on the floor in front of me, and pulled
my pants and underwear to my ankles.  It was pretty weird having my dick
sticking out with my friends in the room, but what the hell?  I could get
used to that, if it also meant there were three pairs of boobs for my
viewing pleasure.

   She wrapped her fingers around my dick and started jacking me off, just
like she had after I fingered her on Saturday.  But this time she used her
tongue too, licking all over my dickhead the way she had seen Justine do
it. I had masturbated that morning before I went to school, but that's a
long drought for a 16-year old guy, so she got me off in no time flat.  She
was licking just under my tip when I started squirting, so my cum shot
right into the roof of her mouth.  She stopped licking, but positioned
herself so she could collect all the rest of my cum in her mouth as well.
Then she stuck her semen-covered tongue out, looked up into my eyes, and
said "thank you".

   "W-what?", I stammered.  "Thank *you*!" She stood up and I rubbed her
nipples while we waited for the other girls to finish up their partners. 
Then they quickly got dressed and left, and we guys quickly got dressed and
tried to avoid an awkward discussion about each others' dicks.  When the
time came, we went out and did our dance, waited, did the second, waited
some more, and did the third.  They weren't perfect, but they were good
enough that the audience had no idea something was wrong.

   Wednesday Justine and the other act 2 dancers came in around the same
time.  Since the second dance was to be done in almost darkness, these
costumes consisted of very tight-fitting black spandex body suits with
sparkles attached randomly.  With some difficulty, they managed to get
their suits pulled down to the waist and took off their black bras to
proudly show off a new 3 lovely pairs of boobs.

   Justine wasn't quite as enthusiastic sucking me off this time as she was
on Saturday, but it was still one of the greatest feelings of my life.  I
fondled her lovely, heavy boobs while she sucked most of my dick into her
mouth and caressed its underside with her tongue.  I wasn't going to last
long anyway, but when she started massaging my balls I really lost it,
filling her throat with my cum.

   On the closing night the other two female dancers for the third dance
showed up, but Renee did not.  I stood around in the corner feeling
disappointed for a moment, but then John's partner Christine called me
over. Christine was an asian junior with long black hair and nice big
boobs, which I noticed were out.  She was kneeling beside John, stroking
his dick with one hand.  She motioned for me to come over, and
understanding what she meant I walked to the other side of her and unzipped
my pants.

   She took my dick in her other hand, then started turning back and forth
to alternate giving each of us a quick suck.  While sucking John she wasn't
paying much attention to the hand stroking my dick, but she was damn good
at it when focusing on me.  After a couple of minutes John came on her
boobs, and that was so hot that I immediately came as well.  Of course, it
didn't hurt that this gorgeous asian girl was trying to swallow my dick.  I
would have liked to have gotten similar treatment from Renee, but I
couldn't complain too much about this.

   Later in the evening, Renee came into our room about 15 minutes before
time for the third dance and asked to speak to me privately.  We wandered
into an empty classroom, and I asked her what was up.  "I was supposed to
come earlier and help you get off, but I just couldn't do it with those
other guys watching", she said.  I assured her that it was ok, but she
continued: "I don't want to use my hands or my mouth on you; I want to do
something else." As she said this, trembling, she pulled her panties down
and her skirt up to show that most of her pubic hair was gone, leaving just
a dark brown landing strip.  "Do you like it?  Carrie helped me."
"Are you sure you want this?", I asked, and she nodded quickly.  So I
dropped my pants, finding to no surprise that I had a good, strong erection
again.  I sat down on one of the chairs, and she sat on my lap, guiding my
dick toward the bottom of her slit.  At first just the tip slipped in to
that wonderful, warm, wet hole, as she shuddered.  It was a good thing I
had came an hour earlier, or that probably would have done it for me.  I
put my hands on her waist and slowly lowered her down, pushing my dick
further into her vagina.  The entire thing was tight, but after I was about

an inch and a half in, I couldn't go any further.

   So I started bouncing her up and down on my lap, slowly at first, then
harder and faster until eventually she came all the way down, crying out in
pain as my dick pushed through her cherry.  I didn't want to hurt her, so I
stopped moving and just hugged her for a moment with my dick all the way
inside her, telling her how sorry I was.  After a minute, she told me to
continue, but slowly and gently.  And so I did, now pulling almost all the
way out and then pushing all the way back in.  I knew it would be tight and
hot and amazing, but I had no idea how much her muscles would push and pull
on my dick, massaging it to greater heights of pleasure.  It didn't take
long before she was bouncing up and down, urging me to go faster again, and
not long after I came like a geyser, pumping load after load of my semen
into her.

   When I stopped seeing stars, she was stepping off of me, with a mix of
blood and cum dripping out of her vagina.  After groaning in pleasure, I
managed to say that she should clean up.  "No time", she replied, and put
her panties back on.  Then she gave me a quick kiss, said "let's go!", and
ran out of the room.

   I got myself together and back into my costume, then joined John and
Matt as they were ready to take the stage.  I felt a little weak in the
knees, but managed to get through the routine.  During that part where
Renee sits on my extended knee, it seemed like she deliberately spread her
legs wide and let her skirt ride up, as if she were proudly declaring to
the world what we had just done.

   I expected that this would turn into a regular relationship, but it
turned out that after the show was over none of the three girls wanted
anything more to do with me than they had before it started.  But either
they passed down their wisdom to the next class or this was all on advice
of the choreographer, because I made sure to dance in the musicals the next
two years and got the same treatment from an entire new cast of girls.