Chapter 181: Dancing the Blues Away

“Do you think Emily will mind if we go somewhere quiet for a bit,” one of the popular girls who came over to apologize to Emily for being a complete bitch to her asked.

When Emily met my eyes and waved to me to go I got up to offer my arm to the girl.

She led me off toward a girl’s bathroom but walked past it and around a corner. Using a master key, she let us into a small, comfortable looking lounge. It had couches in one part and a few beds off to the side behind a partition.

“Dressing room for stars in the school plays,” the said to my un-asked question. “Can you get my zipper? This dress is squeezing the life out of me. I need to have it off for a bit. You can’t even image the things I have to do because, somehow, I’m super popular here. I don’t do anything to be popular. In fact, the only nasty thing I have ever done to anyone was not stopping the other girls I hang with from being nasty bitches to Emily. I don’t know why anyone would do that to her. She is really sweet and had fought for her very life more times that anyone I know, or ever expect to meet.”

When I got her zipper undone the dress seemed to explode outward when she took a breath. I held it up for her as she stepped out of it.

Who would have thought that she had on plain boring white panties and what looked like a modified tube top to hold her breasts.

“Ah! That feels so much better. Thanks,” she told me as she pulled the tube top off over her head. “Now that I don’t have to worry about Dick trying to paw at the top of my dress, trying to get one of my tits to pop out, I can ditch this thing. Just so you know, I’m already horny and have been since I planned to lose my cherry after the dance tonight to someone. Asking you to rub my breasts isn’t to get me in the mood. They really hurt from that top squeezing them one way as the dress was trying to squeeze them the other.”

After I had my jacket off I let her sit on my lap and lean back into me so I could massage her breasts. I started to use the place in my head to block the pleasure signals from her nipples only to find it wasn’t doing anything to arouse her. It sure wasn’t making her want to shove her hand into her panties to rub herself off until she started to shake as the big cum hit her.

“Oh shit. That was the biggest one I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a lot. Who knew a super nice guy rubbing my sore breasts would get me wetter and hornier than I ever imagined possible. I didn’t even ask you to massage my breasts. I really liked finding out that you are the same amazing guy Emily has talked about. Why we are back here is for a whole other reason. I’m not going home a virgin, neither are most of the girls at the dance tonight. I’ll let Molly tell you the history about this dance and why you are going to think we are setting you up somehow. We aren’t,” she told me. “I know I can get any guy here to take care of my cherry, but Emily told us how you rocked her world when she thought she was going to die without ever having a chance to make love. Would you help me out here? Even though I know you won’t ever tell anyone, I wouldn’t mind giving up to someone who doesn’t live here and tells everyone about us having sex.”

I hugged her to me as I said, “I will give it a good try at least, we may not be able to make it work. Puberty caught up to me in a hurry. My body made sure to compensate me for having to wait. Last time I checked, I was over eight inches long and somewhere around five around. It will help you with your virginity issue, but your probably so tight and small inside to get much more inside you than those few inches. If that is all you can take inside you, then that is all you are getting unless your body lets me give you more on its own. I won’t try to force any more in than that.”

She came without even touching herself at all.

Once we had gotten my shirt and suit pants on hangers, we quickly shed the rest of our clothes.

You can’t laugh when she sees that your limp five inches is to going to get bigger as she plays with it.

We tried five times with her on top trying to push my dick through her cherry but ended up with my dick slapping my stomach or sliding up past her butthole. She was ready, her body ready, her vagina wasn’t relaxing, not even after she rubbed herself off. Right now, she needed to fuck badly and I wanted to cum inside her, even if it was the wrong part of her cycle for her to get pregnant. To see if I could help move things along, I leaned down to lick her nipples. It had about as much effect as when I rubbed her breasts. The place in my head showed me that she got little stimulation from them, so I changed from licking to getting one in my mouth and biting the hell out of it, but not hard enough to draw blood.

From somewhere she had a pillow pulled own over her face as she screamed out in ecstasy. She came just as hard when I bit her other nipple.

“Shit, that feels fucking amazing. It hurts like hell too, but please don’t do it again. I don’t think I can take getting off that hard so close to the last time,” she panted.

Ok, you won’t get off that hard again for at least a few minutes.

When she was trying to get her breath back, I felt her vagina loosened up under the head of my dick. I drove into her hard before she tensed up again. She was in pain, but there was also a look of determination on her face. We were going to fuck until I dumped a load inside her.

She didn’t seem to complain about getting another big cum, this time from her g-spot as I was jackhammering her pussy to see how much she can get inside her.

My dick as buried inside her when I started to cum. When I opened my eyes, I found the other two popular girls with three others. All five were naked with pussy juices already running down the insides of their thighs from watching the girl and I finish.

“We only have an hour and a half left before the last two slow love songs where the chaperones go off looking for kids having sex,” one of them told me. “Emily said to ask you if you would make us women too. We don’t have any questions of about you knowing how to use that baseball bat between your legs. I’ve seen most of the cheerleaders getting laid. Not a one of them had the guy last long enough with them to get themselves off even once. I know for sure I saw her cum thrice and I got here close to the end.”

As much as they all wanted to have a nice long fuck, we just didn’t have the time. Each wanted to go as fast as I could so I would bust a nut inside them. What worked best was having one girl holding my dick lined up as I got ready to tear through the hymen of girl I was about to screw. I fucked them all from behind until I came. They all left me with the last girl from their group and another girl that came in at some point.

“Do you think you have anything left to get me pregnant? I’m not sure if I want to have a baby yet or not, but I’m at the right part of my cycle to see if you can make me a mom the same night you made me a woman. I love my brothers, cousins, dad and uncles, but I don’t want them seeing who wins some stupid bet to get to take my cherry. If I get knocked up then they won’t ever want to put their dick in me because someone outside the family had me first. It is pretty gross on the one hand and on the other I’m honored since they have no interest in any of the other girls in my family. Most all of them are hotter than me.”

I’m sure I can do that, I haven’t dumped any sperm in any pussy since Emily and I left her house. None of the girls before you wanted to get pregnant even if they were fertile today.

I didn’t find any cherry. I found she knew a lot about sex and what a girl needed to do, at least at first. I was about to pull out and call her a liar until she looked at me in awe as she got her second orgasm. She was completely clueless about that even being possible. Then there was the fact that she could only get four inches of me inside her. That turned out to be a good thing because it made me cum quickly. Her egg had fertilized by the time she fished getting as much of the good out of her as she could.

I found that I had forgotten all about the last girl in here.

“Emily said you were a great guy, but you are also a white guy who just did it with six white girls,” a black girl said a she walked out naked from behind a partition. “Not even Dick or his friend will do it with black or Asian girls. I’ve never heard anyone say that Emily has lied to them about anything. You really will do with me what you did with those white girls.”

I smiled as I led her back to one of the beds, laid her down, got between her spread legs and said, “No. I’m going to do something I didn’t do with them before we make that beast with two backs.”

Before she could respond I had her flesh earmuffs around my ears and her fingers using my hair to steer my head. She pushed me away when she couldn’t take anymore. My dick was through her cherry and buried to the hilt in her tight virgin pussy.

I start taking slow, full strokes in and out as I said, “I don’t talk about what I do with any girl, except with her. Now that said, your pussy tasted like a pussy, my tongue made you cum when I ate you, and your tight velvet penis glove feels like a pussy. I don’t know you or anything about you, much less the racial prejudices in this town. What I do know is that you’re a woman. Your body works like women’s bodies have since the first man impregnated the first woman. The only thing different I can see is that you think of yourself as being less than everyone else because your black. Screw everyone’s prejudices. Act right, be a good friend, and show others the respect you want them to show you. If they don’t call them on it or don’t be around them. I wouldn’t use Dick and his pubic lice friends as any sort of standard to gauge your sexual appeal to the rest of the people in your school that aren’t knuckle-dragging Neanderthals. Do you think the girls that have seen you naked in the locker room, after gym class, aren’t worried as hell that they will have to fight you for the prime boyfriends. I’ve touched hundreds of naked girls and women this past summer where I worked finding underwear and swimsuits to fit them. Be damn proud of your body. It may not be at a supermodel level, but I can see you paying for your first car and college by modelling for Vicky’s Hidden Treasure.”

I had to stop telling her the truth about herself because she had her tongue stuff in my mouth and had rolled us over to be on top to ride me as hard as she could until I gave her an infertile load.

“Hey. You don’t have to take my word for it,” I said as I was dressing her. “Ask Emily or the six popular girls who let you in here knowing that I would be taking their cherries. You think they would allow that with just any girl, regardless of skin color?”

We almost had a second round when one of the first popular girls rushed in to take the black girl by the hand to get her to the bathroom.

“Get your butt dressed already David and head back toward the dance. The chaperones are about to start prowling for kids doing what we all just did in here,” she said. “I’m taking Chana to the bathroom so I can eat your cum out of her pussy, if she will let me.”

The most popular girl in the entire freshman class asking Chana to eat her pussy. Chana is going to find that she has a very new group of friends now and it has nothing to do with us having sex. Well other than her having cum in her pussy for someone to lick out of her.

I ran right into a chaperone as I was heading back to find Emily.

“Care to explain why you are back here young man,” the chaperone asked accusingly.

“Sure,” I told him. “I’m trying to find the bathroom. I heard girls saying they were going to use the bathroom and I needed to go too. I couldn’t go the women’s bathroom, even if some girls might want me to, and I don’t go to school here. I’m about to piss in my pants and can’t find the men’s bathroom anywhere.”

I’m not lying, I need to pee badly.

They directed me to go into the hallway, across the gym lobby, to the men’s bathroom.

Unlike the bathroom as my school, they had stall divider between the toilets, but no doors. Instead of single urinals, they had a metal trough like sport’s stadiums. Whoever designed my pants didn’t mean for them someone to pee using the zipper. I had to unbuckled, unsnap, and pull my boxers down under my balls to keep them out of the way. I held my shirt up with one hand and my dick in the other.

I had three boys come in to piss and they were already at the trough.

One of them said, “Jesus. He is hung like a horse.”

“How big is your dick man? It looks bigger than mine when I’m fully hard,” another asked.

I shrugged and said, “Somewhere over eight inches long. I haven’t measured it in a while.”

When I had washed my hands, I went to the bathroom as I went to find Emily.

“Too bad you don’t get to enjoy your sudden popularity. If a girl here hasn’t heard about your dick they will know before long,” Emily said as we went out onto the floor for the last two dances. “You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy being the girl who brought you to the dance. Lane is going to get a well-deserved bump up the popularity ladder when they see her leaving with us tonight to sleep over at my house. There will be people watching to see if she leaves my house in the morning.”

She and I slow danced through the next to last song in silence. She told me that the next song was a twenty-minute remix. I wasn’t getting to dance with her during that song.

I didn’t expect to have the black girl be the first to cut in. Seems that most of the kids didn’t expect me to dance at all. It wasn’t long before she moved in, so our bodies touched, and put her head on my shoulder. I started to quickly suspect there was some initial pecking order in who got to cut in and when. The most popular girl cut in five minutes into the long song. She molded her body to mine and put her head on my chest. She and the other girls from the dressing room each got two minutes to dance with me. Other girls started to cut in too.

That remix seems to be longer than twenty minutes and it seems I’m now over in a part of the gym with lights out. How did that girl manage to get the fly of my pants opened to fish my dick out? For that matter, are the chaperones not seeing it sticking out in front of me? Is the place in my head sending out something to block them from seeing?

The girl that fished my dick out, and all those that dance with me afterwards, worked the skirt part of their dresses up to where they could get my dick slid in the gap between their legs and kept there by the waistband of their panties. Any girls who had buttons in the front had my hand on a bare tit and the other on their waist. This was to help them slide their clit back and forth on my dick as their juices ensured everything was nice and slippery.

I knew something was up when the last two rows of lights, where I happened to be dancing, went off. The extended “twenty-minute” remix finally ended. I was ready to get things tucked away when someone requested dedicated three slow songs, one for each of their high school friends who had died over the summer. The principal looked annoyed, but let it slide.

Does he know I’m the David that caused the uproar with the principal at my school last year?

Each of the songs were the extended, remixed, long versions too.

When the first one started I had a different girl cut in. Instead of having my dick slid between her legs to rub her clit, she had me squat down a bit and she got on her tip toes. With a hand on my shoulder, and the other between her legs, she dropped down as I stood back up. The angle caused my dick to bend a bit before it slid four inches up inside her. She had a whole set of romantic dance moves, which still made it appear that we had a gap between us.

“Are going to shoot inside me anytime soon? It feels the best of anything in the world, but someone is going to cut in anytime now. None of them are brave enough to dance with you buried inside them. I wish we had somewhere to do it longer. This is already blowing the hell out of any of my fantasies about how my first time was going to be,” she managed to tell me before someone did come over to cut in.

What the hell is going on here? Is this a wet dream where I’m going to wake up with a huge sticky load all over my sheets?

Turns out the girls who came over during the last two long songs weren’t scared to try to get my dick inside them. None were wearing panties. If they couldn’t get me inside them, they could at least grind down against it. I was a bit alarmed with I noticed two chaperones about ten feet from us watching everything. I got a thumbs up from the man and woman.

This is getting weird. I so would have gotten thrown under the bus at my school.

The girls must have known this too. By the time the last long song started they weren’t even trying to hide my dick up between their legs, or up inside them.

“God, I hope you have been leaking lots of sperm in your pre-cum. You haven’t cum in any of us who have been dirty dancing with you. I can’t be sure I’m at the exact right place in my cycle to get pregnant, but I hope I am. Emily doesn’t know it, and even through some of us had been nasty to her lately, but we do all love her. She is the strongest person most of us know,” the girl told me as she got me over to a chair to get my dick pushed through her cherry so we could fuck while dancing.

Like I have any control over you getting my sperm inside you. I don’t seem to oversee that anymore.

Once we had a good, wet rhythm going she said, “Oh, I had my mind on other things and almost forgot I’m the one who has to clue in on why we are screwing on the dance floor with chaperones watching us. I haven’t lived here all my life, so I don’t have all the history about this dance. I only know what my mom told me. Different tribes of Indians farmed the land here for fifty miles in every direction. The land wasn’t very fertile, but they kept working it because there were many natural springs on it where they could always get clean water. There was also a large abundance of deadfall for firewood, fruits, berries, and game to hunt. Provided the tribes rotated their crops properly, the land became more productive than the last year. One year there was a long, bitterly-cold winter that caused three of the tribes farming here to use up everything but the winter wheat and game. That spring all three tribes worked the ground hard to ensure they wouldn’t run out of food that coming winter, only to find that the ground refused to allow their crops to grow. Each tribe had to hurry to plant in warmer climates. The next winter was worse than the one prior. Half of the members in each tribe died from starvation or illnesses related to a lack of the proper nutrients. The next spring, they tried again, but for the first time in their history, each tribe wanted to farm their own portion of the land. With each tribe only having half as many people to farm the land they had to work that much harder. Soon they began to blame the other two tribes for the previous Spring’s poor harvest.”

She wanted to go on but had to push her face into my chest to keep from screaming out her orgasm.

Once she calmed down, she continued, “The three tribes were on the brink of war when a very well- respected travelling shaman arrived, unexpectedly. He sat with each chief to hear their complaints and accusations against the other two tribes. As was their way, all three tribes awaited the Shaman do what Shaman do. A week later he called together the chiefs and tribal elders. The spirits showed him how the lands were very fertile last year but punished them for not worked the land together equally. Each tribe had secretly planted their own crops that they weren’t sharing with the other tribes. The elders requested the shaman guide them on the path to gain the spirits forgiveness. They needed a bountiful harvest this year if they were to survive.”

To keep from having to leave we had to move off a bit and at least pretend to dance as she worked to get me to cum inside her.

“The shaman told them that when they worked these lands, they were to work as if they were a single, large tribe until they split the harvest evenly in the fall. That would pacify the spirits, but not return to them the gift of fertility. To have the land return to being fertile, they must have a fertility dance. Each chief said that they had done that last year without success, only to find that they had angered the spirits with their selfish, heartless attempt. The spirits punished each tribe by taking away half of their tribes,” she explained. “For the spirits to bless their land again, the tribes must test their fertility with those who were the most fertile, the boys and girls who had physically developed to be able to procreate over the last year. They would go to a hidden, sacred glade only known to the shaman. He would handpick elders to ensure no girls had to be with any boy and the boys didn’t fight over any girl. It was to be a time of the spirits to guide the youth. Each tribe discussed it for two days before agreeing that they found that acceptable. Now no one knows for sure, but it is highly suspected that girls got something which caused them to want to mate with their juices flowing whenever they were awake. Boys also got something that made them hard, even after just having climaxed. History books in the library tell that girls all arrived in the best formal dance clothes their tribes owned. Mom said that it didn’t really matter what they wore, as soon as their party favors took effect, every boy and girl were naked. The shaman ensured that the elders were tripping balls before the children began to screw like rabbits. When the fire died, out they didn’t stop screwing, they just moved close to each other to share body heat. In the morning the shaman guided them to a large, snow melt fed pond, to cool their primal sexual hunger. We all know that jumping into a cold pool causes a surge of adrenaline to cause us to warm out bodies. It counter-acted the effects of whatever they had taken unknowingly. The funk of their bodies caused them to automatically start washing so they could get out of the cold water. Only after they had gotten clean did they realize they were not alone. The girls became embarrassed to have the boys see them naked while the boys realized their tiny shrunken penises weren’t about to impress any of the girls. Each ran back to the seclude glade to search for their discarded clothing, which were missing. The shaman then had them sit around in a close circle with someone from a different tribe on either side of them. They had to put their calves inside the calve so of a person on either side of them so they could not hide their genitals from the eyes of the others. Each got a bowl of meats, fruits, and berries, but they couldn’t feed themselves, or even the person beside them. They had to feed the person beside the one next to them. There were no restrictions on how they did it. Hunger quickly had them figuring out how to make it work so they too got fed. By the end of the meal, each had pushed their upper bodies on those of the person beside them. It sounds like bullshit to me, but he told them that this created a bond between them and the spirits. They had allowed the spirits to guide them through sharing their fertile bodies with each other freely, as the spirits required. Each would return to the glade every seven days for three more dances. If they had pleased the spirits, the girls would have become pregnant. The ratio of how the girls from the dance to those that got pregnant would indicate the fertility of the ground that year.”

Sounds a bit fishy to me, but then again girls were married when they became women in many cultures.

It seems that the shaman had something going on for him. The land that year had been very fertile and nearly all the girls had gotten pregnant. The next spring only two of the tribes showed up, so the shaman brought two small tribes. Each boy and girl from the previous year’s fertility dance became guides for the ones in their tribe who were sexually mature. Girls who didn’t conceive the previous year were allowed to participate with the others for that year only. Interestingly, most of the girls that have gotten pregnant the year before declined to help guide the next year. She explained that they had children who still needed their care. The only females there were ones who had never gotten pregnant, the boys there for the first time and boys from the previous year. So many males having sex with all the girls, every seven days, for a month pretty much ensured any girls who could conceive had every possible opportunity.

Over time the dances moved to start four weeks before the harvest. The justification was that they needed everyone to help with the planting, care of the fields, and subsequent harvest. Over the winter there was less work the women had to do away from their homes and carrying the baby through the winter allowed them to show the spirits that year’s babies.

Sounds like it also means that tribes that don’t come back the next spring could as the spirits for their blessing in the land they were farming that year.

“I think the shaman made these up so that he could spread his seed far and wide. If you think about it, boys that can cum will masturbate at the drop of a hat. None of the kids remembered anything other than copulating all night long, but not with who, which the shaman said was as the spirits wished it to be. Who is to say he didn’t find out which were likely to be fertile during a dance and pull them off to the side to be the first to put his seed inside them? The idea behind it does make a lot of sense. Other than when there were marriages, or women taken as spoils of war, the tribes interbred within their small groups. The harsh winter before the dance killed off half their people. Those that had survived, especially the children at the dances, would spread their genes between the tribes at the dance the next year. By the time each couldn’t attend another fertility dance they had gotten to know each other well, even if they weren’t all from the same tribes. The girls were considered women already, but the boys fathering children during the dances made them men in the eyes of their tribal elders and thus able to take a wife, regardless of her tribe,” she explained as her hips sped up with the beat. “In my sister’s psychology class there was a good discussion about why some believe the fertility dances worked so well. In years where the tribes were at war with each other or refused to work together, there were no fertility dances, or the kids just weren’t in the mood. The lack of pregnant girls in the tribes caused brooding over the winter that carried into the next spring to cause yet another poor harvest. Until the tribes agreed to work together, since at least two tribes had to be present to hold a fertility dance, they would continue to have small harvests. A few years of poor harvests, with many dying as a result, puts them back where they were when the shaman started the first fertility dance. For the times when the shaman didn’t come to personally drug the kids into a bunch of rutting animals, the tribe medicine men were likely to have done it. From a cross-tribal relationship standpoint, it didn’t take too many years for the group at the first fertility dance to start becoming those leading the tribes.

That would make sense, but what the hell does it have to do with the chaperones letting some boy from out of town dance with his dick buried one of their girls?

I couldn’t figure it out so I asked, “I get that the shaman was making shit up to get the horny kids to screw to have the tribes work together more closely to benefit them all. What does that have to do with what we are doing right now with the adults not seeming to notice?”

“That is easy. The town had some hard times and ended up a large hippie commune in the mid nineteen seventies. Free love continued into the early nineties when someone realized they the kids were all fucking every chance they got and there were more children under ten than the rest of the commune combined. Around the same time some corporations found that the hippies had been farming the fertile lands as the Indians and settlers had. Without having any fertility dances to work things out, the corporations brought in non-judgmental people who weren’t about to involve the government, even if it was no secret that the hippies didn’t care about the ages of kids and adults that wanted to hook up, if they both wanted to get it on. Over ten years they were able to get the kids to all have some modesty and learn that it wasn’t ok to start to screw, suck, masturbate, or any other sexual act, anywhere the mood hit them. Where some schools were trying the whole fake baby thing, these kids had real babies to care for in school and out. Once things got back to what the company’s people felt was normal, they sat the adults down for a serious talk, much like the shaman had done centuries earlier. Everyone in the meeting needed no one to tell them that girls get as horny as boys and are going to have sex, eventually getting knocked up. Like corporate lawyers working out a hostile takeover, these adults planned on how to reintroduce the fertility dances in the fall. Girls that want to participate get permission to screw their dates, unprotected, to see if they get pregnant. Four dances over four weeks, just as the Indians had done. It was the only time they we can have sex freely and without guilt or shit from our parents. It does have a catch. After the four dances, any girls who aren’t pregnant are back to being just like any other horny high school girls. If they get pregnant any other times than at the dance, they are up shit’s creek like girls everywhere else. Only those who didn’t get pregnant, or who didn’t want to participate, their freshman year can try again at the dances their sophomore year. After that they go on birth control. My dad sat me down to explain that our family allowed the girls to do this because it would let us have our babies close to the end of the school year. If girls have the baby a bit early, they have up to three days of excused absences to have the baby. Freshman and sophomore standardized tests start right after we return from Spring Break to ensure we finish them before babies start popping out. The community is so supportive of this practice that they have a huge nursery where new moms can bring their babies and go breast feed. Though the main reason they do the dances for only freshman and sophomores is because our babies will be at least two by high school graduation. The girls can go to college while their parents raise their babies as their own, for the most part, so the girls aren’t burdened by having to care for a baby while in college,” she said before we were interrupted.