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Fantasy posting #4                             6/30/89

I was involved with a group of people in a relatively
new community theatre effort. We had been brought together
through notices posted in the small town newspaper. The local
high school English teacher ... the one who directed all the
senior class plays ... had proclaimed herself founding director
of the group and all were willing to accept that. We were a mixed
group of would-be actors and technicians. Several were students
or former students of the director. There were the usual
compliment of "Little old ladies in tennis shoes", bored housewives
who had been former cheerleaders and beauty queens, local people who
had "artistic flair" (the closet gays), and some types that did not
seem to fit in. I was surprised that there was some real acting talent
in the group. There were two others who, like myself, had worked
in some form of professional theatre, and some newly moved-in people
who had been active in very good amateur groups. There was even a
federal law enforcement agent who had worked as an advisor to a
very popular Cops 'n' Robbers television series.

One girl caught my eye almost immediately. She had the look that
I recognized as being a person on the same wavelength with me. I
guessed immediately (and correctly) that she enjoyed the evening
toke and surfing in the sheets. Before the first night of organizational
meetings were over, we had gravitated to each other and made small
talk. All the expressions and body language were there and it seemed
pretty natural that we continue the night after the meeting with a stop
by a fast food place. This led to a natural trip by my house, and
a natural evening of getting high and making very active love. She
was a local girl who had graduated from high school and taken off
for florida. She lived there for a couple of years, then decided
to return home. The director had been her teacher in high school
and had seen her back in town and invited her to work with the
community theatre group.

A story could be written about that night itself, but that is
not my intention. It is enough to say that Beck had a very
healthy sexual appetite, was at a horney peak in her cycle,
and was creative and open-minded about love-making. The
night was a mutually-satisfying first encounter. She left
early in the morning, and we knew we would see each other
again at rehearsal that night.

We sat together in the back of the auditorium as the Director
went through assignments and began acting auditions. Beck
kept leaning over and saying things to me like, "God, I'm sore!"
and "We need to get something like a doughnut to put over you
so you won't drive in so DEEP!!". I was naturally flattered by
these compliments, but the truth is that my dick IS longer than
what I have heard is average. It is nothing like the legendary
horse cocks of the porno studs, and it is not huge in girth, but
several girls have told me I was the first to bring them to an
orgasm. I like to do that. The biggest turn on in the world to
me is the sight of an aroused partner! Beck asked me if I was
up for an encore that evening and we went directly to my house
after rehearsal. The second night was as imaginative as the first,
but we used some restraint and were not quite so violent in our
mutual thrusting. Toward the end of the night she asked me if
I knew the two Italian girls (sisters) in the group. I told
her I had noticed them, but really never met them. The oldest was
about 20, and a little overweight ... not fat, but showing
some tendencies toward being so disposed. Her kid sister was
around 15. Well, Beck said, I have known the oldest one for years.
You interested in a fuck? I told her you were good... and long...
and she got wet just hearing about you. She has never had a BIG
dick before ... want me to set you up?

OK... I admit my ego soared. I have a philosophy that says not to
EVER turn down pussy unless there is a real good reason (one of the
VERY best fucks I had was from a girl who was ... shall we say ...
homely? She became quite attractive as she showed me what
enthusiasm can make up for). I told Beck that I would be glad to, but
was (honestly) more interested in fucking her. Beck told me she
would set things up, but for me not to say anything to her until
it was settled. I agreed.

The next day was friday and we had rehearsal that evening, too.
I looked the black-haired girl over fairly thoroughly and decided
she would be ok in bed, but did not look that promising. The
girl noticed me looking at her and smiled back. She had some
attractive features ... big tits (not my favorite, particularly),
pretty teeth, long, shiny black hair. I mused that the muff would
be thick and curly, even if the cunt was a little plump.

Beck came to me toward the end of the evening. She smiled slyly.
"I'm gonna give MY twat a little rest tonight, but it is all set
up. Go straight home and don't play with it. I promised her an
all-nighter. Hope you are up for it!" Actually, I wasn't. Beck had
really put a strain on me the previous two nights. No sleep and
LOTS of activity had tired me out. I could have gone all night
with Beck, but it might take effort with the other girl. I smiled
and told her, "Sure...", not wanting to hurt her feelings.

I went home and waited, expecting a car to drive up soon. When
nobody showed in a half hour, I took a quick shower... keeping
my eye on the window curtain for the approach of car headlights.
There was none. I got out of the shower and toweled off, then
wrapped the towel around me. I went into the bedroom and turned the
tv on, wondering if I should dress in fresh clothes, or go to bed. There
had been plenty of time for her to arrive. I thought I heard a noise, but
looked out the window and there was no car. I went to the front door
in order to see if the cat was in my garbage can. As I opened the door,
a voice said, 'Let me in quick, before someone sees me!". She pushed
in before I could realize it, and suprised me wearing just the towel.

The real suprise was a realization that this was not the girl I was
expecting. It was the younger sister!

I am never at a loss for words ... but this time I was nearly
paralyzed! I could not even think of anything to say! The beautiful
little face looked up at me and said, "Hi! I finally got here! I hid
my bike around behind the house. I need to use your phone a minute
before we get too involved."

I showed her the phone and tried to recover my thoughts. She dialed
a number and spoke to someone for just a few seconds, then hung up and tu
back to me. "My girlfriend's folks are out of town and she is having a
slumber party. She is gonna cover for me ... I gave her your number, OK?"
She walked over toward me and said, "I've been watching you all night
and you acted like you didn't even notice me..you ARE a good actor ...
I've been having a real hard time keeping Debbie from seeing that
I was so wet over you. She notices things like that so easily. I have
never been able to get by with ANYTHING around her. Well, (she smiled
with eager innocence) are you as ready as me? You don't really look
like it!"

"DAMN!", I thought, "This is real! ... she is SO young! But, God!!
she really wants to do this!!" A stiff dick can replace a conscience
in a twinkling ... and my conscience started to fade fast as the fold
of my towel opened uncontrollably. I remember thinking, "I'll worry
about all of that later. Right now, I am going to enjoy this
incredible young girl!"

I noticed she was smiling still, but not at my face. "Beck told
me you were long ... you sure are! Can I touch it?" Her last comment
sounded more like a girlscout asking if she could hold someone's
newborn baby. There was the same eager innocence and wonder.

"Sure", I said, and placed her hand on my dick. I pulled her close
to me and the warmth of her body and press of her tits drove the
last shreds of conscience from my mind. We hugged just a moment, then
walked down the hall to my bedroom.

She pulled the towel away from me and I lay on my back on my bed.
It was clear that this was no ordinary (from my experience) young girl.
She climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs ... my dick rose between
her legs as if it were hers. The feel of her heat and the rough denim
were a superb combination. She stroked me with a confident and knowing
touch. She reached down and pulled her sweater off over her head in one
movement. Her bare breasts and olive skin jolted my senses. The
angelic smile is burned vividly in my memory for life. The open eager
attitude thrilled me more than anything of all. I touched her
breasts and she showed great enjoyment seeing the pleasure it
gave me. Her breasts were not overly big, but her nipples were. They
were dark and the half-dollar sized aereoli matched them in color.
She unzipped her zipper and sat beside me just long enough to remove her
jeans and white underpants then, kicking them off to the floor, resumed
her position astride me.

She stroked my erect dick like a child playing for the first time with
a toy they had always dreamed of having. Her small, soft, hands felt
sinfully marvelous on my member. I could not get over the fact that
this was actually happening. I devoured her body with my eyes and she was
obviously proud of the effect she had on me. Her nipples rose to my
touch and her hips bobbed softly, rubbing her clit against the bottom
of my penis. I took the young, flat hips (just beginning to display the
first hint of a womanly roundness to come) in my hands and pulled her
from the sitting position to upright kneeling. The curly black mat of
her pubic hair was as thick and dark as I had envisioned her sister's.
Deep below, between the half-spread thighs, her dark-skinned soft lips
glinted in the overhead lights. A touch confirmed that she was most
delightfully wet. My dick slid into her and she rode it in a gentle
rhythmic pumping motion. Her pace slowing suddenly at times to slide
further down than she had been before. Each new fraction of an inch
of deeper insertion drew a sucking sound of air inhaled accross her
teeth... then more pumping ... then lower and deeper. Her eyes were
half-closed and it was apparent that her total concentration was on
the feeling in her pussy. I softly rubbed the dark clitoris ... more
gently than I would have another woman (as if I feared she would go
away from too much enthusiasm). Her hips trembled and she dipped deeper.
Still the gentle ride continued until, finally, I felt the head
of my dick nudge the knob of her cervix. I felt her dialate inside with a
pleasant familiarity I had come to recognize as a symptom of certain
orgasm. The two soft, rounded, organs jostled and bumped ... sliding
liquidly against and past each other. The marvelously flexible uterus
accommodated the deepest probing our two bodies could manage as she slid
to the furthest extreme of penetration.

The contact of the tender wet skin of her vaginal lips against my
equally-sensative scrotum triggered a sensory mechanism in her pleasure
center and she pressed downward. It was a controlled movement, not
a quick slam against me. Three more times with a deliberate and forceful
slow motion she drove down. The sensation was the pleasantly memorable,
and significantly unforgettable counterpart of the sound of a jail-door
slamming. It jolted so electrically that every organ of my body
recorded it into perpetual memory.

She paused there ... deeply impaled ... and I felt the tension in her
entire body. Every muscle quivvered as the orgasmic shudders were
transmitted like schockwaves through a hammer-struck steel beam. I
watched her reddened face intently as I felt the muscles relax in a slow,
melting manner. I rubbed her thighs and buttocks slowly until her eyes
again opened.
I learned early in my love-making life that the greatest
of male pleasures were assured by granting those to the female.
I held off my own orgasm, forcing it back from the explosive
edge. I knew the potential force that was waiting, but had driven it
into temporary dormancy. I pulled her on top of me, and with the
first sweet shared kisses, rolled together so I was atop her.

Her vagina was entirely relaxed now and invited any amount
of force or penetration I could give it. Instead, I chose to mimic
her sensuous, slow-motion, downward drives which ended with
deliberate and ultimate penetration. Her knees raised high and
collapsed outward like a ragdoll's limbs, leaving the most
accessable love cup imagineable. Only a few of these exquisite drives
were needed before the dormant orgasm raged. I plunged to the bottom
one last time and held there revelling in the overcoming pleasure
of repeated surges from my sensuous pump. Long after the last
spurt of cum squeezed down my cock, the surges continued in
runaway reflex motion.

We spent the next few hours exploring each other's bodies -
searching for pleasure points and realms of fantasy. We talked
about sexual desires and many of my earlier questions and
uncertainties were answered. Dianna, for that was her name, was
fifteen, but "almost" sixteen (more than a month away). She had
an uncle on her mother's side who had lived with them two years
previously. The uncle was in his mid-twenties and considered
himself worldly. He had a personal scrapbook of polaroid photos
of his previous conquests. The mother knew nothing about these
and would have been enraged to know that her younger brother
had seduced her thirteen-year old daughter.

"It first happened as Uncle Steve and I took afternoon walks in
the woods with the family dog. Steve swore me to secrecy in his room
one day, and let me see his private photo albumn. I was more than
a little shocked at first, but he kept telling me that this was
what "real" grown-up women liked to do. The girls all looked as
if they were enjoying themselves ... and I wanted to be grown up
too! Uncle Steve started by touching me on the walks. Each day he
went a little further until I graduated from a finger to his cock.
He was actually very patient. He took things very slowly, showing
me how I could enjoy being touched and how I could best touch him.
He actually made me beg him for three days before he put his dick
inside me for the first time. I was SO ready to be fucked! It felt
so good that I decided I wanted to do nothing any more than that!
Steve could afford to be patient with me, because at night he would
go out and fuck a high school senior ... Beck! I wanted to be like
Beck. She had all the boys after her. She was not all that pretty,
but she knew what to do to make them hot. The high school boys talked
about her because she dated someone as old as uncle Steve, but she
didn't care. Steve doesn't have that big a dick, but he loves to fuck.
He knows almost everything about fucking."

"One night my folks went out and Beck and Steve were my babysitters.
Debbie was on a date and the three of us took turns making love to each
other while the third one watched and asked us to do different things.
God... the first time Beck licked my pussy I thought I would DIE! I
wanted to try it with her so much, but she made me beg for it before
I could try. I didn't understand then why she made me beg, because
she seemed to enjoy it so much when she finally let me do it. I
really thought she wasn't letting me because I was too young to
do it right. I tried as hard as I could to do it right when she
did finally let me, and uncle Steve was right there with me -
whispering instructions and stroking my clit. I felt SO grown
up when I made Beck cum on my first try! I almost cried"

"As soon as Beck graduated, she and uncle Steve ran away to
Florida. They came back about twice a year for a visit, and we would
always figure some way to get together. It was never for more than
a few hours, but it was like heaven! I masturbated every chance I
could and had to be happy with that, but I prayed for Christmas and
summer to come so Beck and Steve would visit. I tried to get two
guys my age to fuck me, but they really didn't know how. They would
get hard-ons, but would cum trying to get it stuck in. If any older guys
showed interest in me, Debbie would threaten to tell Mom if she
saw me talk to them ... worse than that, she said she would tell
the Priest! Steve dumped Beck a few weeks ago and she came home.
Beck and I have made love to each other several times and it was
great, but I told her I wanted a real cock, and she said she would
fix me up with you. She said you were as good as Steve, but had MUCH
better equipment. I didn't believe her, but I do now!"

The love-making we did that night was tender and sensuous. I
could not help but treat her like a child, and held my passion
in check far more than I had with Beck. Still, is was the most
erotic night of my life.

At 4:30, before the sun started to lighten the day, we
quietly placed her bike in the trunk of my car and I drove her
to within a few blocks of her friend's house. We agreed that we
would pretend not to notice each other at rehearsals, and she
would wear her red blouse if she encountered any problems
about being with me that night. On the way home I broke into
a chilling sweat when the full impact of what I had done ...