Danny Boy, Chapter 1: Tryouts

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Tryouts, in which shock brings a rare fearlessness, opening a door to a new world.

The doc says they are increasing the meds again. I don't know how long I will be able to write, so I guess I'd better get started.

I'm told I have to write all this down, and I guess I do, even if no one else ever reads it. They tell me it's worth preserving, in case I don't make it. Maybe someone else can learn from my stupidity. Still, even though I think I was the luckiest man on earth, there were things that came out of me that I can claim were not luck. They are my contribution -- maybe just one thing, perhaps, but if it can heal just a tiny bit of the rift that separates us all, it will be worth it -- all of it.

I don't know if anyone will ever believe it, even if they do read it. This is the story of what happened to me, beginning in my last semester of high school, before the days of cell phones, or even personal computers.

My name is Danny Thompson, and there really is nothing special about me, except how much I care. I wasn't remarkable in any way, physically, although I stayed in pretty good shape from the Karate club, which was one of my two favorite things in life - the other was music. My sexual equipment was probably about average for a boy of that age, or maybe a bit smaller. Seeing some pictures of guys in a porn magazine at a friend's house scared the daylights out of me, as I thought that must be what all guys looked like, except me. I had nightmares about finally pulling my penis out with a girl present, and having her just laugh and walk away.

I had a feeling that girls would make it into that favorites list, just possibly at the top, but I was so shy that I was convinced, by the time my Senior year rolled around, that I would die a virgin. I had only kissed a girl on the lips once in my life, and even that wasn't serious. I wasn't gay; I just was too terrified to start anything.

Things really got started at the tryouts for the regional high school chorus, early Spring of my Senior year. Lots of us were there. Mostly girls, of course, but girls were still a terrifying unknown for me. I was fascinated by how they moved when they walked, and the sound of their voices, and on those rare occasions when a girl would smile at me, I thought I would faint.

I had no idea how they thought, and their talk sounded like they were from another planet. Actually holding a real conversation with one was something I'd never done, other than casually in groups, about some completely safe subject, like music.

I knew all about what girls looked like with their clothes off, thanks to Playboy, Penthouse, and the like. I even knew all about foreplay and sex from what I'd read - or so I thought.

This day, there were about a hundred kids from a bunch of different schools going in and out of the practice rooms, going in for auditions, standing around in small groups, talking nervously. I was no exception; I was wandering around, humming to myself, with my heart going about twice normal.

Lita, a sophomore with truly exceptional breasts and a very relaxed, earth mother kind of attitude, was singing a bit of "Memory" from Cats, and struggling with her pitch a little. Kate, a senior and a very good musician, was listening to her. I think Kate had just stopped to listen, as I had stopped to listen.

It was hard to imagine two more different individuals. Kate was almost the perfect physical opposite to Lita, although I didn't know either girl very well. Both sang in the school choirs, and neither had any extra weight, but the resemblance ended there. Kate was half a head shorter than Lita (who was only a few inches shorter than me.) Where Lita had huge, firm breasts, Kate looked like she could have gone without a bra for the rest of her life - an A-cup at best. Where Lita had big bones, a figure that was all curves, a big, easy, smile, seemed to favor sweatshirts and jeans, and had a full head of long, curly brown hair, Kate had a very thin frame, small bones, a figure that was pleasantly rounded rather than bony, blond hair in a page-boy cut (when most girls wore their hair long,) and a small, kind of secret smile that I had always liked. Kate always had on perfectly neat clothes in the height of fashion.

Kate wasn't the kind of physical type I fantasized about - that would be Lita - but I had thought about Kate's smile. She always seemed to look and act with perfect decorum, and she seemed to enjoy everything she did, but she also looked at the world with that secret smile, and I had often wondered what was behind it. It wasn't superior, or taunting, or inviting; it just WAS.

As Lita finished her bit from "Memory," Kate said to her, "You're flat." Well, she WAS below pitch, and that IS the right word for it, but it was just sinking in to me who had said what to whom when Lita frowned a bit, looked down at her E-cup ornaments and said, "I AM?" I was trying not to laugh - not entirely successfully - when Kate, who was obviously embarrassed, spots of color showing up on her normally unruffled cheeks, persisted, "I meant you are singing below pitch, and you need to bring your pitch up." I bit my lip HARD, and managed to realize that this was not at all funny to Kate, as funny as it seemed to me.

Then it was Lita's turn to be embarrassed, and she of course glanced down at Kate's nearly flat chest, her own chest, over at me, and turned the color of a beet. "I'm so sorry!" she whispered, "I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I just didn't know what you meant."

Kate, bless her, was a brick. She said not to worry about it, everyone makes mistakes, and besides, if she had a chest like that, she'd probably think everyone was talking about that, too. "If I had just one of yours for two of mine, I'd be happy." I thought it was pretty noble of her to say that, but the thing that really astounded me was that two girls were talking about the sizes of their breasts in front of a boy.

What Kate said was also true. Not only would she have had bigger breasts if the two of hers were the size of one of Lita's, she would have had bigger breasts than half the girls in the senior class. Lita was only a sophomore, and her breasts were already a school phenomenon. I had no idea what that meant to a girl, but I was about to learn a piece of it.

"I'd be happy for you to have one," said Lita, surprising me still more. Both were still blushing furiously, and it was nowhere near a comfortable atmosphere.

More to say something than to add to the conversation, I said, "I think you would both be very lopsided." After a couple of tense seconds, we finally all three were able to let go and howl with laughter. We laughed hard enough and long enough that Lita had to run to the bathroom, and we were asked by a teacher to move somewhere else. Kate and I were still giggling about it when Lita got back, but I had to go for my audition then. When I got back, they were still talking together. Kate offered to help her with her pitch, if we could find a practice room available. Kate had already auditioned, which was partly why she was so calm. It would also be her fourth straight year in all-state as well as regionals, so she didn't have any worries about it.

All the practice rooms were occupied, except for the staff practice room, which included the school choral library. Kate, as an accompanist for the chamber choir, had a key. The room, although tiny, included a wall of racks of music, a piano, a couple of chairs with music stands, and a couch with a side table. It smelled faintly of cigarettes. It was so crowded that we had one small space in front of the couch to stand. Our toes were touching each other, and no one had room to back up.

"So, you're going to help me not to be flat," said Lita, and we were all off again. "But, I want to be flat - well, no not that way - I mean, I wish these things were smaller," holding her hands under her incredible breasts. Since she spoke about them, and actually TOUCHED them, I actually felt I could look at them without being struck by lightning from the sky - or worse, by a slap.

I was so caught up in staring at her hands holding the objects of my dreams that it took a couple of seconds to register what she had said. HUH? Wasn't that like a guy wishing he had a smaller dick? Why on earth would ANY woman want to do that?

Kate's smile was lopsided, but she was nodding, as if what Lita said made perfect sense. I was nonplused. "Wait a minute," I stammered, shocked, "You mean you wish you had less, uh, were less, uh, . . . that these weren't so, uh . . . so, uh, perfect?" I was so amazed, that without realizing what I was doing, I had put my hand on Lita's nearest breast as I asked her the question. My first hand on a tit in my entire life, and I didn't even realize I was doing it.

"She wishes her breasts were smaller, yes," said Kate, who was showing color in her cheeks again. She and Lita were both looking at where my hand was, though neither had said anything. My hand felt so natural on the object of discussion, that I did what was the natural thing to do with a breast in one's hands, which was caress it gently. I was not only holding on to a girl's breast in school, I was caressing it in front of another girl. Lita was looking at me curiously, but not as if she were upset.

"But WHY? Oops omygod sorry!" I just realized where my hand had been, and took it away like it had been on a hot stove. Both girls snorted and giggled at my reaction. I would have backed up, but there was no room. I was mortified, but there was nowhere to run.

Lita said to Kate, "actually, come this time next week, I'm going to be much more like you up top than like I am now."

For a second, Kate looked as puzzled as I felt about this completely nonsensical statement. Then her eyes got really big, she covered her mouth with her hand, and said, "you mean you're going to" - Lita nodded - "Oh, my god, that's, that's. Wow."

Kate wasn't showing color in her cheeks anymore. In fact, she wasn't showing any color at all - she was ghost-white. I was still clueless - "What are you going to do, Lita?" She just shook her head. "C'mon, what?"

Lita looked at me, and there was no friendliness in her eyes as she said, "you don't want to know."

She glared at me. "Okay, I will. Just remember, I warned you that you wouldn't understand. You don't, you CAN'T have any idea what it's like to have boobs like this. I can't walk down any street anywhere, without some bozo hanging out of his truck and screaming at me. I can't eat dinner with my mother in a public restaurant without men two or three or FOUR times my age hitting on me IN FRONT OF MY MOTHER.

"I can't ask a male teacher for help with homework, or talk to the principal about a problem, or even ask a policeman for directions, without the man drooling over my body, and either being so completely distracted by it that he can't even remember what I asked him, or else trying to hit on me. Either way, it does not matter who I am or what I want. With these things attached, I am only a thing, with no chance for them even to find out who I am as a person.

"You know, you're a perfect example. I've liked you since before my body started to change, but any time I try to talk with you since I've changed, you act like you're afraid of me. I'm still the same person; why can't you treat me like you used to? When you had your hand on me just now, it actually felt nice, because you were just talking to me, and even though you had your hand THERE, it was still just a natural part of the conversation. I liked it, but I knew you didn't know what you were doing. I also knew you'd be embarrassed when you caught yourself at it." I could tell I was redder now than Lita had been a few minutes before, but she was on a roll, and I wasn't about to interrupt her.

"It was nice, not so much because I wanted to be touched there - although that was nice too - but because you were treating me like a person, a friend. When you realized what you were doing and jumped out of your skin, I went back to being an object.

"Even worse than the reaction of the men is the reaction of the women. It's like every women I see hates me, except for a few who pity me, but I think I'd rather have the hate. It's the same as with the men, though. They see the body; they don't see the person. I would have thought the WOMEN would understand, though. They don't."

She turned to Kate. "I envy you the way you dress." Tears began leaping from her eyes. "I would love to be able to wear nice clothes, dress up, and even be able to wear high heels and some really feminine things to school. I've wanted to dress up like that since I was a little girl, but I just can't. The one time I tried, I had to call my mother during second period and have her pick me up. The reaction was just more than I could handle.

"So I wear sweatshirts, no makeup, old jeans, and flats, and I don't really care about how I look, because I don't want anyone to think I'm beautiful. I don't want anyone to call me 'hey, babe,' I just want them to call me Lita." Lita was crying hard now. Kate had both her hands on her face. Tears were running over her fingers.

I didn't have tears, but I was struck right through my dirty soul. I had no idea how my fear would look to Lita. I didn't even know she liked me. I had been so busy fantasizing about her beautiful body that I had never thought once about the pain that attention might be bringing to her beautiful heart.

And I had liked her for years, too, back to when she was a freckle-faced kid a couple of years younger than me, playing football with the boys down the street. She was just another kid, but I liked her. Something had changed, though, in her and me both, and suddenly had I wanted her, but didn't like her as I used to. I thought about that happening with all of her friends when she burst into puberty. It wasn't a pleasant thought.

Lita wasn't done. "That's not all. My back hurts all the time. It hurts to run, unless I press them to my chest with both hands, and that gets even more attention. When I walk, these things shake me so far out of line that every person who sees me, men and women both, think I'm advertising. So the men come after me, and the women hate me. I have actually fallen going down stairs because these things throw me so far off balance.

"They are already so big I can't deal with them, and the doctor says they may not be done growing yet. There's just no way to tell.

"So, next week, my mother is taking me to a doctor to have about three quarters of these things removed. Even if they don't grow a bit more, they will be all I ever need. If they grow some more, they will at least be manageable."

Lita was still trying to glare at me through her tears, but she was crying too hard. We were so close in that room we couldn't have just touched anyway, so Kate and I both put our arms around her. The only way to do that put us in a three-way hug.

"I'm so sorry, Lita. You were right; I had no idea," I said brokenly. "I get so tongue-tied and overwhelmed talking to girls that I just don't understand how they feel or think, and my brain just slips a gear. I don't know if it makes a difference to you, but I don't think I have ever thought of you as an object, but I didn't treat you as a normal person, either. And that's horribly unfair to you. I'd even made assumptions about the kind of person you are because of the clothes you like to wear; I never thought it might be for self-defense."

Kate was awash as much as Lita. "I had no idea either. I know I didn't want as much as you have, but I was still jealous of what you had. I would gladly have traded places with you to get one tenth of the male attention you get, and yet, after hearing what you have to go through, I'm glad I'm just the way I am. Well, maybe about halfway between us would be nice," she said with a touch of a grin.

At this point, I was so far out of my comfort zone that I didn't have one any more. So I did the silliest thing I could possibly have done under the circumstances, which was possibly the most brilliant thing I've ever done in my life: I acted naturally, without thinking about what I was doing.

"Now you're fishing for compliments." I said to Kate, squeezing her shoulders just a bit with my right arm. "But I'll oblige you. I'll bet your breasts would be every bit as beautiful as Lita's, just different." I leaned over and kissed her gently on her forehead. "And now that I've learned a little bit about the difference between the breast and the heart beneath it, I'll bet I would find them just as exciting."

Kate said, "ooh," and waved at her face, which was showing color again, as if she were embarrassed. But I noticed that she was NOT blushing in the same place on her cheek as she had when she was embarrassed, and she was also blushing down on her chest and neck.

I put my right hand gently on the side of her neck, and brushed her cheek with my thumb. Kate looked up and over at me, which put the side of her face entirely into my hand. She was breathing deeper, the flush on her chest and neck had strengthened, and she had faint blotches of flushed skin on her face. Her eyes, dilated in the dim light of the practice room, were dancing, and her smile was still small, but brighter and more secret than ever. "I'll bet you're a big phony, Kate," I said, still stroking her cheek with my thumb. "You have that cool, calm, exterior, with that secret little smile, but I think there is a tigress chained underneath, ready to be unleashed when you trust someone enough. A man-eating tigress."

Kate didn't say a word, but her eyes danced even more, and her smile grew even brighter. With my hand still on the side of her face, and my other arm still around Lita's shoulders, I leaned over and kissed Kate gently but passionately on the lips. Her mouth came open with a groan, and her tongue met mine. As the kiss drew on, I could feel Lita stir a little to my left. Kate was REALLY getting hot. Her hand snaked down to cup my ass cheek, and I could tell she was getting fired up even faster than I was - and I didn't think that was possible for a girl.

"Hey guys?" said Lita, "I'm still standing here, y'know?" Kate and I broke apart from our kiss, but her arms were tightly around both Lita and me, so we were all three touching hips and chests. Kate was trembling, and Lita was breathing pretty hard, too.

This was my first serious kiss of a girl in my life. My mind was completely gone, three steps past the Twilight Zone. Act natural? What's natural when your heart is exploding and your brain has melted? Had I thought about it, I would have died of a heart attack first, but my brain had been disconnected. Without batting an eye, I said, "Oh, sorry," and turned and kissed Lita the same way I had kissed Kate.

Lita's reaction was different. She stiffened, started to say something, waved her arms around a bit (they were behind Kate and me, so she couldn't really do anything except wave them around,) started to say something else, then finally got into the spirit of the thing. I had taken Lita's face in my left hand, letting my right hand go down Kate's back to cup her ass. Kate now was pulling on both Lita and me, which was also pulling us together.

After about a half minute of this, I backed off from the kiss a bit and said, "I didn't mean to leave you out." Lita looked at me, a little dazed, and in the moment of silence that followed, we could hear the choir room door shut with a bang. Kate whispered, "Your audition!" But Lita whispered, "Oh, I already took it."

"Me too," whispered Kate, smiling. We heard a troop of voices and feet coming down the hall, and I reached over and flipped off the practice room light. When I slid back into the triangle where the girls' bodies were still so close together, I felt a gentle hand on the front of my jeans. The hand gently stroked the front of my bulge. Knowing this to be Kate, I reached over to gently squeeze her ass. She gave a little moan, so I slid my hand down the back of her trousers onto her bare ass. It was a tight fit - too tight, with Kate's trim bottom - but then I heard a snap and a zip, and it suddenly got looser. She turned a bit away, and I felt her slide her slacks down and step out of them.

While this was going on, we heard the outer doors to the music wing being dead-bolted. We were locked in. We could get out any of the emergency doors, but it mainly meant that we were not going to be disturbed, at least until the janitorial staff came through.

As Kate turned away and took off her slacks, it suddenly dawned on me that it was not her hand stroking my hard-on! Realizing this, I turned left to lock lips with Lita again, just as I felt a perfect round, small bottom slide back into my other hand. As I ran my hand over it, I realized that it was completely bare. Not only that, but Kate was leaning over to let my hand reach under her.

I'd never been here before, but I'd read enough to know that girls want you to go slowly, and they need to be touched gently. On the other hand, Kate's ass was pushing pretty insistently against my hand, and Lita's hand was now squeezing my hard-on hard enough to hurt.

I kept frenching Lita, whose tongue was starting to search for my tonsils, while my hand slid far enough under Kate's ass to be in completely new territory. I wasn't sure what I felt, there, because it didn't quite match the pictures I'd seen, but whatever it was, it was soft, hot, and a little moist. When I slid my hand over it, I could hear Kate give a gasp. I began to slide it a little front to back, and felt my middle finger suddenly slide into a VERY wet valley, with a small monument rock at the far end.

Finally knowing where I was, I let my forefinger and ring finger squeeze the lips I had felt, that were now on either side of my middle finger, as the middle finger stroked that little nub that could only be a clitoris. I was rewarded almost instantly, and Kate started gasping and shaking, and then collapsed away from my hand in the dark.

I was afraid I had broken her, or that she was upset or having a convulsion or something, so I reached for the light switch again, and made sure the door was locked.

Kate was lying on the floor, half on the couch. She was dressed from her waist up, but completely naked from the waist down. Her shirt was unbuttoned, but her bra was still on. Her eyes were closed, and she had a wonderful, happy smile. Her knees were wide apart, and we could easily see that her vagina was both completely shaven and quite wet. That's why it hadn't felt right to me; I had been expecting hair. Then her eyes opened and fixed on me, and I realized that I had been right about the man-eating tigress. Not only that, she was VERY hungry.

I was trying to figure out how to thank her for the most awesome experience of my life, as she had been the first woman I had ever touched privately, when she said, "Thank you. That was beyond words." She spoke quietly, but there was a lot of feeling in her voice.

Her face was flushed, and she looked like she wasn't quite ready to stand back up yet, but she would be getting there soon.

Lita was just standing there, looking at Kate's happy smile and wet vagina. I think she was just beginning to realize that Kate and I had just had some kind of interaction while she was kissing me with her hand on my crotch. I don't think she knew what to make of it, but she licked her lips.

I didn't know what I should do next, but Kate solved it by saying to me, "Do you still want to see them?"

I looked at Lita. She was still looking at Kate's vagina. Her hand was still absently stroking the front of my jeans, but I think her mind was on Kate's crotch just then, not mine. She licked her lips again.

First, Kate stood up and stretched, slowly. It was a very feline stretch. Then she pulled off her shirt, laid it neatly over her slacks (which she had somehow also managed to fold neatly,) and turned back to face me. Then she reached behind her to unhook her bra, and slowly took it off to reveal two small samples of perfection. Kate now stood before us perfectly naked, as Lita and I were perfectly clothed.

Her breasts were very small, almost perfectly conical, and not very tall. They were just slightly rounded at the bottom from gravity. The nipples were small and somewhat pointed, but flat on the ends, sticking up like small pencil erasers. The entire areolas, also small, were raised up off the breast and wrinkled hard.

I had seen hundreds of pictures of breasts, including lots of pictures of breasts even as big as Lita's or larger, but I was looking at the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. I whispered, "Magnificent!" and went to my knees to look at them more closely. Because my arm was still around her shoulders, Lita went to her knees too. Now both Lita and I were on our knees, eye-to-nipple with Kate and our chests pressed against her thighs.

Lita was just staring at Kate's breasts. I leaned over and kissed Lita's ear, and whispered, "aren't they beautiful?" Lita just nodded. Kate was looking down on us both with that secret smile. I put up a hand and stroked the breast, feeling the nipple stroke my palm. "Try it!" I said, and Lita obediently put up her left hand to caress Kate's other breast. Kate closed her eyes, and I leaned in to suck the nearest nipple into my mouth. I heard a gasp above me, and felt a hand pressing against the back of my head. Glancing to my left, I saw Lita looking at a nipple from about two inches away, and I could tell she wanted to do it, so I said, "c'mon, what are you waiting for? Aren't they made for this?" and went back to working on my nipple. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lita take Kate's nipple in her mouth, and I heard a sigh of contentment from above me, and saw Kate's other hand go behind Lita's head.

Kate's knees were quivering so much she wasn't going to be able to stand much longer, so I pushed the piano back, pulled a seat cushion off the couch, and pulled her down on it. To do that, I had to let go of her nipple, but Lita just moved her head down with Kate's body, and never disengaged. That was such a beautiful sight that I wanted to add to it, and besides, I wanted to try something else.

I pulled up Lita's sweatshirt, and started lifting it over her head. She helped me, but didn't want to let go of the nipple. I eventually got it all over her head, so that she was sucking on the nipple through a ring of sweatshirt. She then lifted up her head, yanked the shirt away, and started sucking on the other one like there was no tomorrow, her hand on the first one. Perfect.

With Lita's sweatshirt off, I could see what she had on underneath. It was a very solid-looking structure, completely encasing her breasts, with straps running every which way. I guess she needed it for support. From the looks of it, they were keeping Lita's accouterments very well attached. With that kind of armor, I figured Lita had better be the first one to open up.

Besides, there was something else I had read about, and couldn't wait to try. I started kissing Kate's thighs, up and down on the inside, from her knees to her groin. When I got to her groin, I would pause, breathe on her vulva, and then go on down the other thigh without touching it. After a couple of loops, she was lifting her hips when I did it. I would kiss the crotch on either side of her opening, and she was writhing and moaning, and trying to move her lips under mine. She even reached down and spread her labia for me - just in case I couldn't tell they were ready for me, I guess.

The smell was incredible! Kate was one of those girls who always smells good, but she had never smelled like this. My mouth was watering, and I really wanted to find out how she tasted.

The first time I gently kissed her labia, she came for the second time right then. Her clitoris was poking up through the folds, and as soon as she slowed down from her orgasm, I gently clamped down on it with my lips, running my tongue around it, and she gave a little scream and came again. When she slowed down from that, I ran my tongue down the outside and up the inside of her lips, and she came again. I sucked both labia into my mouth and ran my tongue between them in my mouth while sucking hard, and she came again.

The taste was wonderful - like nothing I'd ever tasted. Who ever said it tasted like chicken? Anything that makes another person feel that good has got to be ambrosia. I finally dove in and began eating with enthusiasm, working my finger in. I lost count of how many times she came.

When I next looked up, Lita had unhooked her bra, and Kate had both hands on those glorious-but-soon-to-be-removed breasts, and they were lip-locked as enthusiastically as could be. I reached around Lita's waist and unfastened her jeans, getting them off her, but Lita reached down and caught at her panties. I pulled the jeans off, and she lifted her knees to help, but I left the panties on.

With nothing left on but her panties, I could finally see Lita's chest in all her glory. Her nipples were only about half again larger than Kate's, but her areolas were more than twice the size. They looked just right on those huge breasts, though.

Kate had finally collapsed into a contented mass, body splayed out and utterly relaxed.

Hesitantly, I began caressing the nearest of Lita's incredible breasts. "They really are very beautiful," I said, "Do you mind if I kiss them?"

Lita didn't say anything, but she gave a little nod of her head, which I took to be an "It's okay," so I began to kiss all around the nipple of the nearest one while caressing the other. I could feel the entire areola and nipple tightening up under my right hand, while I could see the other wrinkling up as I kissed around it.

When I finally took her areola and nipple in my mouth and began gently sucking on it, Lita gave a huge gasp. With my mouth over her areola, I ran my tongue all around the areola, touching the nipple as I did so. When I did this, Lita cried out "Oh!" and her hips moved. Encouraged, I closed my lips around her nipple and sucked hard.

Lita's response to this was to give a little scream, head-lock me onto her breast, and fall backwards onto the couch. Since I was attached by the head-lock, I naturally fell down on top of her. Somehow her knee had gotten on the other side of me, because when our bodies came to rest, my dick - pulsing rather painfully now inside my jeans - was smack on top of her panties, and her legs were around me. I could feel the warmth from her vagina right through her panties and my jeans.

I felt my hand being pushed away from her other breast, and looked over to see Kate, returned to the land of the living, begin sucking on Lita's other nipple. Lita put her other hand behind Kate's head and we were both being pulled hard into her breasts. Lita was saying, "ah, ahh, Ahhhh!" as we were sucking away, with increasing pitch and volume.

Inside my mouth, Lita's nipple felt like it was an inch long. With my lips over my teeth, I gently bit down on the nipple, while simultaneously sucking hard and lashing it with my tongue. I don't know what Kate was doing, but that's when Lita went over the edge.

In a couple of seconds, her "ah, ahh" litany went from gasping groans to almost hypersonic shrieks, her feet were pressing hard into my buttocks, and her hips were bucking me right off the floor. It went on and on, and although it probably couldn't have been more than a minute or so, it felt much longer.

I found myself thrusting with her, even though I was still inside my jeans. As she began to slow down, her feet were still pushing my buttocks forward and up with every motion of her hips. Her arm was pushing down on the small of my back on every back stroke, trying to get me down to where I could enter her, and she was almost whimpering every time the head of my penis, still inside my jeans, missed going into her vagina.

Lita finally fell back, gasping. She looked at my crotch and licked her lips. I looked down and was amazed to see that my jeans, were they had been pressed into her crotch, were visibly damp. She had not only soaked her panties, she had soaked my jeans as well.

About the time this happened, my balls were starting to feel like they had been squeezed real hard. I sat back with a bit of a groan, and the two girls - one totally nude and one wearing only wet panties - stopped what they were doing and looked over at me. "You look like you could use a little relief!" said Kate.

"Mmm, I'm still thinking about the main course." Kate leaned over and unsnapped and unzipped my jeans. I lifted up my rear to scoot my jeans and underwear down, and my rod stood up against my stomach, a bit above my navel. She pulled my jeans down and off, and then turned right back to me, leaned over, and looked at me.

"You are very beautiful!" she said. "This won't take long." As she took me in her mouth, incredible softness surrounded me all the way down to the base, followed by suction with stroking. I had no idea if Kate was good at this or bad, but I could never have imagined anything feeling that good.

I knew from the things I'd read that guys were supposed to last for hours, but I was so wound up, it couldn't have been more than ten seconds later when I said, "here I come!" and burst inside her mouth and down her throat. She gagged a little at first, but swallowed it all, and came up and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste something salty on her tongue, but it wasn't bad at all.

Kate still had hold of my erection, and she was looking at it, kind of bemused. Lita, with only panties on, was staring at it, too. "What?" I said, getting a little apprehensive.

"Like a fire hose," said Kate, which I thought was really generous, even though it had felt like that to me, too. "Didn't you hear me gag?"

"Sorry?!" they said together, then giggled. "Don't be sorry for that," Kate said. "That would be like Lita apologizing for her breasts. You look like you could go another round right away."

"I expect I want you in me, and right now!" Kate still had possession of my member, and was moving forward to straddle herself on it. I couldn't believe it, with my deepest fantasies coming true, but I was going to have to stop it, if only for a moment. If I hadn't just gotten my rocks off, I don't think I could have done it. Scratch that. I KNOW I couldn't have done it.

"Hold it!" I said. "Come snuggle up to my side, pretty tits," I said to Kate, "and let's talk. You too, with the works of art about to be desecrated. C'mere."

Kate really wasn't ready to let go of me, but she settled down next to me, and whispered, "You can talk all you want, but I'm not letting go of this puppy until he's inside me, and that's that." Lita came over and snuggled up to my other side, reaching out to my member. Despite her declaration, Kate relinquished her death grip on it, so Lita could stroke it, too.

"Absolutely gorgeous, and I'm really looking forward to getting to know them even better, but I want to talk about something else right now. I hope you believe me when I say that there is nothing in this entire universe I'd rather be doing right now than continuing forward with where we were going, but I have two concerns."

"Yes, two. The first is that, as wonderful as this is, I don't want to get either of you pregnant, and the second is that Lita here has a date to get these magnificent ornaments lopped off next week, and I want to talk about it."

"Well, I'd like to talk about the second one, too," said Kate, "but I can tell you that you don't have to worry about the first one with me, at any rate. I've been on the pill for almost a year now. My mother made me go on the pill last year. MADE me. I've never so much as kissed a boy before tonight, and I've never had much trouble with regularity or bloat, but she took me to the doctor last year and flat insisted that I go on the pill. She said to trust her, and that I would understand one day. I think I do, now."

"I think you must have your mother's spirit," I said, "and I'll bet she is an incredible woman in bed, too."

"I think you are right on both counts," Kate said. "My father has hinted at that a few times, but all she does is smile."

"Yes. A living sex volcano, able to consume an entire city with its energy, hidden beneath an exterior that looks so prim, proper, and (dare I say it) plain, that no one who votes only on hormones would give her a second glance. But those worthy of admission into the holy club are given a glimpse of Venus unveiled." I was NOT, of course, thinking of Kate's mother.

Kate got it. Still more than smoldering, she looked at me and said, "ready to be consumed?"

"NO! . . . When my mother took me to the doctor last year, she had him snip my hymen, too. So I'm still technically a virgin, but no maidenhead to remove. I know what I want, and I want it NOW!"

Kate had a fairly strong form of argument. She took hold of my still rock-hard member in her right hand, spread her lips with her left hand, and sat down upon me quicker than I had time to think about it. She was so wet that she slid all the way down without major incident, but it hurt for both of us, even wet as she was.

After a couple of wiggles to get seated properly, she began to bounce up and down, driving herself the full length of my member to grind hard against my pubic bone with every stroke. I had already come once in the last few minutes, but this time I was inside a real vagina for the first time in my life, and the feeling was completely beyond description. I could feel myself hitting something inside her pretty hard, but she seemed to like that, as she kept on banging down as hard as she could, then rising up until the tip of my member was just inside her labia, then driving hard all the way down until her clit pounded against my pubic bone.

Lita was still snuggled to my left side, so I reached my right hand up to caress a breast as Kate bounced, and Lita raised a hand up to caress the other.

It didn't take but a minute or two before Kate was almost foaming at the mouth, and I was ready to come. She had already come two or three times when I finally stopped her when she was all the way in, holding her down, with the tip of my member pushing hard against whatever I had been hitting. Instead of coming again, she just seemed to curl all the way up and look at me. She lifted her legs way up high, so I was all the way inside her, pushing lightly against what I thought might be her cervix. I took a couple of slow strokes up into her, while I felt the gathering wave, and then I held mostly still, giving a little thrust as I fired each little spurt against her cervix.

She must have felt it inside, because she stopped what she was doing with an "oh!" that sounded as if she were in dire pain on the first spurt, then responded similarly for each of the remaining half a dozen spurts. At the same time, I felt a clamping down on my member from the muscles of her vagina that was just extraordinary.

Kate fell forward onto my chest, with my fully erect member completely inside her, still pushing against her cervix. She not only wasn't talking, she wasn't conscious. I don't think she was breathing. Only her absolutely satisfied smile told me that she was all right, but it was still a good twenty seconds or more before she started breathing again.

I was so out of it that Kate's lack of breathing just barely registered on my consciousness. Lita, however, fired up she was, was ENTIRELY awake. "She's not breathing."

"Unng." Lita started pushing Kate off of me, and I started to help, as it was finally sinking in that she wasn't breathing. Just as I slid out of her, however, she inhaled with a gasp, and then resumed breathing deeply, even though she still appeared to be unconscious.

In pushing Kate off of me, Lita had rolled over to straddle me, since that was about the only place she had room to go. She was now looking at me, biting her lip. My still-hard member was laying right under her, pressing hard against her panties.

Since Lita seemed otherwise occupied, and Kate was out of it, and the objects of numerous masturbatory fantasies were hanging right there in front of me, I reached up with my left hand and caressed a breast again. This time I ran a thumb around her areola and nipple. Lita closed her eyes, sighed, and sat down more firmly on my crotch, so my still-erect penis was trapped between us.

Despite all the pictures I had seen, I had figured that, aside from size, that nipples were mostly the same. It was astonishing to see the difference. Lita's areolas were much larger than Kate's, but still looked small on her huge breasts. They were thoroughly wrinkled, but not so hard as Kate's. Her nipples were a good third of an inch thick and half an inch long. When I touched them, she gasped and moaned.

I took a nipple between my thumb and finger, and gently squeezed it. Lita cried out, and her hips moved, and my member suddenly felt warmer than it had, and wetter. I wondered, had she just come again? I didn't think so, but Lita suddenly leaned forward to press her body against mine. I thought she wanted to kiss me, but no, she wanted to get her other nipple to my mouth.

Taking the cue, I drew it in and sucked on it, as hard as I could, rolled it around between my lips, and gently bit down. Lita cried out again. I saw another hand reach up to her shoulder and pull her over. Kate was awake.

Together, we pulled the couch cushions off onto the floor and got Lita onto them. Lita helped more than Kate, as Kate was still about 90% out of it. I had to disengage from Lita's nipple to get her moved, but then moved up to kiss her very softly on the lips. She began trembling when I did, and after a moment, I backed off a couple of inches in surprise. I was even more surprised to see tears running down to her ears.

"I'm sorry, I just . . . I . . . I didn't think it would be like this." Kate got up and reached over us, then got back down on the other side of Lita, with a small tissue box in her hand. She pulled one out and handed it to Lita, who dabbed her eyes and blew her nose.

"It was nice when you kissed me before - I mean, really nice," she said to me. But when you kissed me so softly just now, I felt so good I thought my heart would break with it." Huh?

Both girls saw the total confusion on my face, and laughed. Lita's laugh was sort of half-choked, but Kate's laugh was easy, free, and comfortable. I looked over to her to see the most radiant smile I had ever seen. She leaned down to kiss Lita softly on the lips, and said, "Do either of you have to be home any time soon?"

"Then let's move to another place. I feel better than I've ever felt in my life, but I think you, Lita, are going to need more time, and we don't want to be interrupted when the cleaning crew comes in here."

"I know the perfect place. Just pick up your clothes - no need to put them on - and follow me." With that, Kate stood up and held out her hands to Lita, then pulled her to her feet. They stood there a moment holding hands, with those completely different bodies touching in that closed space, and I was stunned with how two such different girls could both be so beautiful.

I must have gasped, because they both turned to look at me. Kate still had that radiant smile, but Lita just looked puzzled. "I'm just amazed at how beautiful you both are. Seeing you standing there together takes my breath away."

Kate's smile stayed radiant, but went halfway back to being secret again. "On second thought, why don't you carry all the clothes?"

I gathered my clothes and hung them over my arm, then turned to pick up Lita's. She handed me a bundle that had them all folded. Kate's already neatly-folded bundle went on top. We slipped our shoes back on, but that's all any of us were wearing.

Once I made sure we had everything, I flipped off the light with my free hand, and then used it to hold down the stack on my arm. The girls stepped ahead of me out into the hallway, where I could see them in the light of the hallway night lights. They continued on down the hallway, holding hands.

As I walked about ten feet behind them with the clothes, it seemed to me that I had never seen asses move like that. I didn't know if they just looked like they were moving differently because they were bare, or if they were really moving differently because they KNEW they were bare, or if they were deliberately putting on a show for me. Maybe it was some of all of those things, but whatever the reason, that delightful waggle was driving me insane with its tantalizing beauty.

I was amazed to see that I could actually see Kate's vagina as they walked in front of me. Lita still had on her panties, but, "whoa," I breathed, "Now that is one gorgeous sight!"

Both girls paused, and they looked back at me behind them. "See anything you like?" Kate asked, with her eyes dancing again. Lita was just looking down at my fully erect cock again, and I noticed she licked her lips again.

Kate saw what Lita did. "Like to try it?" Lita just nodded. "Well, come along then. Let's see if we can get him hot enough to blow." With that, she moved in and kissed Lita full on the lips, in as passionate a kiss as I'd ever seen one person give another. After a couple of seconds of hesitation, Lita was returning measure for measure.

That kiss went on for a couple of minutes, both of them running their hands all over each other's bodies. I could smell them both from where I stood, and my cock was so hard, it was visibly pulsing with blood.

I didn't know if Kate was joking about their kissing making me blow, but I was just about ready to come, just watching them. I had already come twice for Kate, and she and Lita were so hot, that I was about to come a third time, just standing there in the hallway while they kissed.

Finally, they broke from the kiss, gasping. Kate looked over at my cock, and said, "yeah, he's going to be hot enough to give us what we want when we get there, all right." Lita, much more dazed than Kate, looked over at my dick again and blushed all the way down to her heaving breasts.

Kate leaned over and kissed the tops of her breasts, then said, "you blush beautifully. I can tell you from experience, that being fucked by that thing over there will be the best thing you have ever felt in your life." Lita blushed even further, but she did not take her eyes off my penis.

"C'mon, let's show him how much we want it." With that, they turned and walked off down the corridor, still holding hands. Not only could I smell them both more clearly than before, they were waggling even more than before, and I could even tell in the dim lights that their vaginas were puffy and maybe even a bit wet.

We went down to the end of the corridor, where the music corridor joined the drama corridor, and went quietly through the doors and turned right. We went down the drama corridor to the end, then turned left into the back stage area. From there, we went around to the props room, which was locked. Here, Kate had to fish her keys from her purse, which was dangling from my hand. She opened the room, and once we had all gotten inside, she locked the door.

There were no lights on at all in here, and the darkness was total. "Just stay here," came Kate's voice in a whisper. After a moment, a flashlight clicked on where Kate was standing by a workbench ten feet away. "Follow me quietly," she said.

She led us through the large prop workshop, into a bathroom, and to the storage door in the bathroom, which she unlocked. Behind the storage door was a fairly large space, quite a bit larger than the practice room had been, with shelves along one side, a couple of chairs and a small table, and a drop cloth over a shape standing up opposite the shelves. After she flipped on the light, Kate went back out to the bathroom and locked the outer bathroom door, then locked the storage room door.

The drop cloth turned out to cover a queen-sized mattress, and there were blankets and towels on the shelves. We laid down the mattress and got a clean sheet on it and a couple of clean blankets. We put all our clothes on one of the chairs, and turned on the little space heater.

As we set it up, Kate explained in a normal voice, "we won't be disturbed at all. The prop room door is locked, and the cleaning crew never comes backstage anyway. The bathroom door is locked, and light doesn't escape under it. Light also doesn't get under this door. There are no regular vents in this room, so you don't have to worry about being heard. I've turned on the bathroom fan, so we'll get fresh air from that little ceiling vent in the corner. It comes straight in from outside, so that heater over there is in case we get chilly. That vent connects to one of the roof vents.

"So," said Kate, mischievously, "where were we?" I went to her and gave her a passionate kiss, then turned to give one to Lita. Over the next couple of minutes, we all three got breathing very hard. We moved to the mattress, but Lita didn't lay down next to me. She had taken firm hold of my penis while we were standing and kissing, and hadn't let go of it. Now she sat beside me, still looking at it.

"Wondering if you are ready for it?" said Kate. Lita just nodded, looking at my penis.

"When I came, when you two were doing whatever you were doing to my nipples, it was like my mind broke. Everything I'd ever thought or decided about sex went out the window, and all I could think of was, 'fuck me now; come in me now; give me a baby now!'" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I almost came in her hand just hearing her say that.

Lita went on, "I mean, I'm still a virgin, and I made up my mind I was going to remain one until I got married, but none of that meant anything. At that moment, I would have volunteered to fuck a regiment if it meant getting them to come in me so I could have a baby."

Lita leaned over and tenderly kissed Kate, then tenderly kissed me. "I've never wanted anything in my life as much as I wanted you to come in me," she told me. "I was ready to kill you when you didn't rip off my panties and give me what I wanted, right there." She sighed. "'Hell hath no fury.' Thank you for respecting me enough to NOT give me what I wanted.

"My mother tried to get me to go on the pill two years ago, but the doctor said I was too young then. She finally got me on it this Winter, so I've been on it for about three months now."

She stopped talking, but it didn't seem as if she was done. Both Kate and I just waited for her to go on.

"I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I'm having the most amazing experience of my life right now, but I don't trust my own judgement. Part of me wants to rip off these panties and do what you did, Kate, and finally feel a man inside me - especially a man coming inside me. I'm afraid if I do that, though, I won't be able to stop. If my brain turns off with enough stimulation like that, what am I going to do if a couple of bozos who scream at me from their trucks corner me? Part of me is terrified that I won't be able to resist them. If I keep my virginity, that will help me say no when my body really doesn't want me to say no.

"So, what I really want to do, I guess, is explore what I can do with you - with both of you," she said, with a significant look at Kate, "without losing my virginity." She looked back down at my still-hard penis in her hand.

Kate said, "so, what you really want to know is, can you trust us, if we keep going, to not let you lose your virginity, even if that's exactly what you are begging for?"

Kate frowned a little, then said, "It does, a bit. Not to play devil's advocate, but wouldn't that actually make you MORE vulnerable to the bozos? I mean, if you get all fired up so that your brain is turned off - and I think I know exactly what that's like - and want a hard penis spurting come into your womb - and now I know exactly what that's like, and it's better than I could ever have imagined - if you do all that and then stop, won't the first bozo with a dick make you want to strip and bend over?"

Over Lita's muttered "damn," Kate went on. "My mother talked to me about this once, although she wasn't very clear, because I wasn't ready yet to understand what she was talking about. We were talking about how horny boys get, and she was telling me how boys build up sperm in their balls, and it can actually get painful if they build it up too much without being able to come."

I had never heard about this, but I said, "yeah, it felt like they were being squeezed, and it didn't stop hurting until you were swallowing. I never knew that could happen, though."

"Anyway," said Kate, "Mom was telling me about this, and she said that boys and men only produce sperm so fast, and once they come, they can't come again right away, and go limp until then."

"Well, that didn't happen!" interjected Lita, still holding my still-hard member.

"Hang on. Anyway, she said they can come again soon, but it isn't as much, and the more sex they have, the more the real need they have for it goes down. She ended up that part of it by saying if you don't want your man to go chasing after other women, make sure you pump him for all the sperm he can produce, and you don't NEED to trust him. Fuck him or suck him twice a day, and you'll have a faithful companion for life, because he may LOOK at another woman, but that's all he'll do."

"Hmm. Makes sense, but I still don't see . . . " Lita said, but Kate cut her off again.

"Just hold on, I'm getting there. She said all this about boys, and I got it, but then she said the part I didn't understand. She said that the same thing was true for women. When I asked her what she meant, she just said a really, REALLY good yes meant that you would never run out of no. She wouldn't explain that, except to say that when I was ready to understand, I would."

"I never knew what she meant until tonight, but now I'm quite sure I do. When you were stroking me," she said to me, "I had the first orgasm of my life given to me by another person. That was great, but I instantly wanted more. Just having the orgasm actually made me hornier, and feeling reckless."

Now Lita was nodding. "Yeah, that's it. Right now, I don't think I would trust myself to resist a bozo."

"Well, what I think my Mom was telling me - what I'm experiencing right now - is that what my body wants is a man to come inside me. I know it wants that because it wants to get pregnant. I don't want to do that until I'm much older and married, but my body isn't that smart. It just wants to get fucked, and to feel that sperm firing into me so it can make a baby. If there is a choice, it wants the best man I can find for it, but it mostly just wants the sperm.

"Now, for the first time, I've experienced exactly that. I've felt his penis in me, and it felt so much better than anything I've ever put in there, and when I came, my mind went away just like yours did, Lita, and all I could think of was,'I want his sperm all the way into my womb,' and 'I want his baby,' and'oh, damn, I'm on the pill!'. Even as I was coming, I was actually frustrated that I couldn't get pregnant.

"And then HE came, and I could feel him spurting in me, and I just wanted to wrap my entire universe around him and suck him into my vagina. Nothing existed, but the center of my being, finally completed from the center of his."

Lita and I were both looking, open-mouthed, at Kate. "Anyway, now I HAVE been completed, and I can still feel some of his sperm leaking out of me, and I know that the baby stuff has been fired into my womb by a really good man. Along with that, my legs are wobbly, because I came with all the force in my body. I'm more relaxed than I've ever been in my life.

"What I'm trying to say is, I could easily turn down Adonis himself, because I've had all the sex I need - at least for now. I don't need a man to complete me, because I have been completely satisfied. I've had a better YES than I could ever imagined. No bozo could ever give me an orgasm like that, because he won't be a good enough man to compare, so no bozo could ever tempt me, even a little bit. If I'm hungry, I want a meal that will satisfy me, not one that will just make me hungrier."

"So, being . . . having sex makes you want sex less?" Lita was having a little trouble wrapping her brain around what Kate had said.

"Oh, no! I want it more now, not less. I just want filet mignons, not greasy spoon. If anything, I'm more ready for it now than when we started the evening, but I don't NEED it, and I for darned sure don't want it from anyone less than Danny, here."

Kate looked at me. "Even after what I said, I don't think you quite realize what you did to me, and why. What impressed me wasn't your technique, or your size, or anything else like that. What impressed me was your heart. It was knowing that you loved me that sent me into orbit when I felt you come."

Now, I liked Kate, and I cared about her a lot, and I found her fascinating with that secret smile, but love? I wasn't sure how to respond, when she laid her fingers on my lips and said, "Shhh. I'm not trying to trap you. That's just something else my mother said to me. That it's never worth having sex with someone you don't already love. If you don't love them, it's either masturbation or prostitution. If you already love them when you make love with them, you will end up loving them more, and they you. I could feel that you loved me."

Kate lay down and snuggled up to me, and kissed the side of my chest. "You don't have to say anything. I know that you love me, and you love Lita, too."

In answer, Kate sat back up, and reached out for Lita, who came to her. They kissed passionately over my chest for a couple of minutes, before Kate pulled back and said, "now tell me that you don't love me, because I sure do love you."

"I . . . I don't know. I think so." She looked fully at me, then lay down, with her breasts cradling my other side. "Yes, I suppose I do."

Kate lay down and snuggled up again. "So, problem solved. You can love as many people as you have room in your heart. The bigger your heart, the more you can love. You have a big heart, so I know you can love me, and love Danny, too, and it won't be diminished for either of us." She kissed my side again. "I know you have a heart as big as Texas, Danny. I don't know how many you could love, but I feel very happy with sharing it. Your sperm might run out, but your heart never will."

In wonder, I said, "so this is love. Kate, I don't know how you got so wise, but you are right. I do love you, and I love Lita, too. I think I would step in front of a bullet for either of you, and I'll never be the same. How can one day change our lives so dramatically?"

"I don't know," said Kate, "but before we start getting too philosophical, there is a need we need to address."

"Yes. You said you would step in front of a bullet to protect us. Well, I think there is a lady in dire need of your assistance right now, to protect her from the bozos." Lita wasn't saying anything, but I could feel her smiling against the side of my chest, and I think that side was getting tear-streaked, too.

"Forsooth, sir knight," said Lita, getting into it. "I fear the things you have done to me this night, fair knight, hath left me undone, and unprotected against the bozos that wander the land."

"A hole in her armor, if you will," laughed Kate, "a hole which must be plugged to keep the lady safe from bozos!"

"Truly, sir knight, it is a terrible hole, and desperately needs filling. Do you think you might have a tool that could do the job?"

"Milady, I think perhaps a tool could be found that would be just right, so you would no longer be undone." After a beat, I added, "and if it isn't just exactly the right fit, we'll just have to work on the hole to prepare it properly," getting laughter from both girls, "and keep plugging away until it is satisfactorily filled."

Lita rolled away, slipped off her panties, and turned back towards us. "So will you do me, sir knight, so I won't be undone?"

"My lady, it would be my honor and privilege, and most TRULY my pleasure." We were all laughing hysterically, now.

"Somehow, I doubt that," howled Kate, "as I'm looking forward helping to locate that hole that needs filling."

"Oh, do you think it will be hard to find, then? Hmm, yes, I suppose it might be." I turned to Lita. "Fair lady, my faithful squire and I will endeavor to locate this hole, and we vow not to rest until we have prepared and filled it such that is no longer in need. We will neither sleep nor eat . . . well, we may eat a little, here and there."

"Hmm, well, yes, okay, we may eat a lot, as may be needed to prepare the hole for proper filling."

"Yes, indeed," purred Kate. Even though still laughing, both girls were blushing all the way down, I noticed. "It could be hard to find, though!" She looked down at my member. "Yes, some things about the search may be very hard, indeed."

"Well, yes, it might at that." We moved Lita over to the middle of the mattress, and Kate and I moved in to either side. "Faithful squire, here are majestic mountains that might hold the cave where the priceless treasure is hidden. Let us each search one of these hills, and leave no stone un-kissed er, turned."

With that, Kate and I began kissing and licking the entire area of each of Lita's breasts. They were so large that it took some doing to cover all the territory, too. We had already found that her areolas and nipples were so sensitive that it didn't take much to make Lita come by playing with those, but we soon found that her breasts themselves were sensitive enough that Lita was soon moaning, her head moving from side to side, her hips lifting up, her knees spreading apart. By tacit agreement, Kate and I stayed off of the areolas and nipples, and just concentrated on the breasts, as we watched Lita wind up higher and higher.

Finally, after what must have been ten minutes, Lita had obviously been hanging right on the edge of an orgasm for two or three minutes. She was whimpering and gasping, her head thrashing side to side, but she couldn't quite get over the edge. Together, we moved up and assaulted her areolas and nipples. She came, as powerfully as before, her hips bucking as she screamed her release.

Before she was all the way wound down from that, Kate and I were kissing our way down across her stomach, and to the tops of her thighs.

Unlike Kate, who was completely shaven, Lita had a large bush of dark curls. Her smell was stronger, too, and somewhat spicier.

As we moved in to her vulva, Lita was already lifting her hips to meet us. I was going to beat around the bush, as it were, as I had done with Kate, but I think Kate had a better understanding of just what Lita needed.

She dove right in and started licking furiously. It was so wonderful to see that I just laid my head down on Lita's thigh and watched. Lita had Kate's hair in both hands, holding her to her pussy, then running both her hands through Kate's hair.

I soon had to move my head, as her knees came up, and her legs came together behind Kate's back. I could now see her very open vagina under Kate's energetic tongue.

As Lita started winding up to an orgasm, I reached out, under Kate's chin, and slowly inserted my index finger in Lita. She groaned as I did, and then went back to the high-pitched shrieks, as I thrust the finger in and out, while Kate applied her mouth.

At the end, Lita was limp, overcooked pasta, completely out. This time, Kate and I snuggled up to Lita, as the two of them had snuggled up to me. I lay on one side, with my head cushioned on a breast, and Kate was across from me. I felt Lita's hand around my head as I snuggled to the breast, and saw her other hand behind Kate's head.

Kate's smile was brilliant in its radiance. She had tears leaking out of her eyes, as she looked at me across Lita's chest, and mouthed, "I love you."

I mouthed the return, reached across, and stroked Kate's cheek. She closed her eyes and shivered with pleasure.

Lita gave a little sigh, and relaxed more. She wasn't out any more, but it seemed she had gone to sleep. She didn't wake up for something like 45 minutes. During that time, Kate and I had a conversation I could never have imagined, stroking each other's faces, and lying with our heads on the most comfortable pillows in the world.

"I've only kissed a girl once in my whole life before today. I've hardly even ever talked with one. I don't know how girls think, or why they do what they do. I never thought I would ever be able to get any girls even to look at me, let alone be interested in me.

"Now, I've not only had my first real, all-out kiss, I've been able to kiss TWO girls that way, I've eaten my first pussy, and I've had my first blowjob -- and each of those was the most wonderful thing I've ever experienced in my life up to that point. Then, of course, we made love, and that topped everything before it.

"I've watched you and Lita make love to each other, and I had no idea two girls together could be so hot! When you kissed each other in the hallway, joking about making me blow? I almost did, you two were so sexy. I mean, you were both already hotter than the sun, but when you started making out, I really did almost come, right there in the hallway.

"But even that wasn't the biggest thing," I said, softly. "The biggest thing was realizing that I really do love you, both of you. I love you AND I love Lita, too."

Kate sighed, shifted her face a bit against Lita's breast, and said, "It's like that for me, too, with both of you. I've always preferred guys over girls, but I've always liked girls, too. My Mom set me straight on that a long time ago. She said it was normal for girls to like both, but not for boys.

"I don't understand that as far as the guys go, but she told me that as long as I had urges for a guy, I could enjoy all the sex with girls I wanted, and could know I wasn't a lesbian."

She sighed. "I still wasn't sure, Danny, until you were inside me, but oh, my god, when you were -- I was complete, and I never knew I was incomplete. I love Lita, and I know I will enjoy making love to women all my life, and I look forward to all of it, but there will never be a shred of doubt in my mind about my sexuality, ever again. When I come down to it, I'll enjoy it all, but I was made for sex with a man, no doubt."

She touched a finger to her lips and then to mine, and whispered, "thank you for making me complete."

"They are gorgeous. They are mind-bogglingly beautiful perfections of sexuality. They are little announcements of your volcano heart -- my little sex pot."

She blushed the excited blush again, shivered, and said, "you do say the nicest things."

"Well, your breasts really are that beautiful." I turned and kissed the breast I was on, and laid my head back down on it. "As are these."

"She will never be the same," I said. "They balance her hips and shoulders, and smaller will not be better. They will make her look incomplete, lop-sided."

"Small breasts look perfect on you -- that's a big part of why your breasts are so beautiful. They fit your small frame, and they are extremely sexy.

"For her, though, if she had breasts the size of yours, she would look deformed, and no one would ever look at her twice. She won't know what she has lost until it is too late."

"She's never had a guy appreciate her breasts, except the bozos. For the first time in her life, she's been with a guy -- no, a MAN -- who really appreciates her breasts for the wonderful things they are, and yet who loves her for herself, not her breasts. I don't think she ever had that happen before,--"

We started and looked up at Lita, who was looking down at us. "I've never had someone love me like that," she said, "guy or girl. I've never had anyone appreciate these things as anything more than objects of lust. Now, you have both been looking at them as objects of love, and I don't think I want to get rid of them any more."

Guys are not supposed to cry. We just aren't. It's in the manual, somewhere, I'm sure. We especially are not supposed to cry happy tears, and we MOST especially are not supposed to cry on a woman's bare breast, but I could not help it. I had been so upset over Lita's announcement that she was going to destroy her own beauty that way, that it had wounded me down to the depths of my being.

Hearing her say that she might keep them, because MY love had made a difference to her, was more than I could handle. I burst into tears simultaneously with Kate, with Lita joining us a couple of seconds later. We hugged, and kissed, for a couple of minutes, until the girls wound down.

I wound down much sooner. I reached back over and got the tissues, on the other side of Kate. As I did, I pushed into the girls enough that Kate slid off the other side of the mattress. As I came back with the box, Kate rolled up on top of Lita, and across me to my other side. Now the girls were snuggled up on either side of me again, which was the most comfortable feeling in all the world.

They each got tissues, and finished their cry against my chest, then they were touching each other just as Kate and I had been doing.

"No, of course not. I've gotten to have sex for the first time in my life tonight, AND I've had my first-ever blowjob. As much as I would enjoy making love to you, I don't NEED to do anything more."

She sighed. "You are a gentleman. I just feel so perfectly relaxed, that I don't want to get my body wound up again. I'm still a virgin, and I think I'd like to stay that way. When I'm ready to take that next step, though, Danny, maybe you could help me with it?"

I lifted my head up, and kissed the top of her head. "Of course, beautiful, but when you are really ready, not before. You really aren't going to cut off your breasts?"

"Then I will, for the rest of my life, be thankful that you allowed me to help make the world a more beautiful place."

She smiled again. "Thank you. I'd better get on home, now, or my mother will worry."

She and Lita got up, and started to get dressed. I lay there and watched them, enjoying the motions of the different bodies. When they were dressed, I got up and dressed, myself. Before leaving to go out, I kissed them both, slowly, tenderly, and thoroughly.

To my surprise, each girl was trembling violently before the tender kiss was finished, and both were crying.

I wasn't crying, but I was amazed at how strongly I felt connected to each, and how much I felt joined to them both. It was stronger with Kate, but it was very strong with both of them.

After a minute, Kate pulled Lita aside and whispered in her ear. Lita nodded, then Kate said, "hold on, Danny. Lita wants to do a little more bonding with you before we go."

Then Lita began to kiss me. As she did, I felt Kate unbuckle my jeans and boxers and pull them down. Then Kate sat me down on the edge of the chair by the mattress.

Lita knelt down on the mattress, and took me in her mouth. I was already hard, and even though I had come twice already, thinking I was going to make love to Lita had meant that my body had been getting ready for another round.

Lita was quite different from Kate. Her mouth was much larger and deeper, and she didn't suck as hard, but her tongue was longer and more versatile. I could feel her tongue wrapping nearly all the way around my penis, even as the back of her throat was trying to swallow the head.

With her mouth completely engulfing me, she could run the tip of her tongue from the base of the shaft all the way up to the tip, and back, without moving her mouth.

It wasn't but four or five minutes before I blew. When I did, she moved her mouth up to the head, to receive it in. As I finally softened, she sucked hard on the tip to get the last bit out, then kissed him.

She stood up, and kissed Kate deeply, then turned to kiss me. I again tasted something salty on her tongue, but it wasn't gross. If it had come from anyone but me, I would have been extremely grossed-out, but for some reason, I did not mind at all, when I knew it was me.

What did actually shock me, though, was the amount of Lita's tongue that got into my mouth. I had french-kissed her before, but had not really realized what I was experiencing, as I was distracted. Now, it felt like my mouth had more of her tongue in it than mine.

As we broke apart, I said, "oh, my god, Lita! Have you gone down on a girl with that tongue yet?"

I looked over at her, then looked back at Lita, who was still blushing. Well, I didn't know what that was about, but figured it would sort itself out. "Never mind," I said. "Not for me to say."

We had to sneak out a back door to avoid being seen by the cleanup crew, but we got out of there. Kate gave us both rides home, dropping me off at the entrance to my neighborhood, before taking Lita all the way home.

"So, how were the tryouts, dear," my mother said at dinner. "Did you make the team?"

Danny Boy, Chapter 1: Tryouts

by Trampoline

Danny Boy, Chapter 1: Tryouts

Tryouts, in which shock brings a rare fearlessness, opening a door to a new world.