Drama Club

Throughout my life, plays have fascinated me!  It’s no wonder that I married a Drama teacher.  She was a sexy beautiful woman and still is today.  I knew she had a beautiful mind when I saw the plays that she put together, but I have to admit, my first attraction was to her body.  Donna had a fabulous figure, and she liked showing it off by wearing very sexy clothing.  She was always tasteful, but she rarely wore a bra and usually showed off as much leg as she could for the occasion.

We had three beautiful children, and I’m not saying that just because they are mine.  Everyone that knew them thought they were beautiful.  Mark, who was 17 at the time of this story, was already six feet tall, had a very athletic build because of his sports, and got calls every night from girls who wanted to go out with him.  In my day, girls never called boys, but things have obviously changed.

Our daughter, Cindy, was 15 and also very popular in school.  She had auburn hair that was thick and soft, and she had the most beautiful dark brown eyes.  She was in great shape because of her commitment to gymnastics and the wonderful genes from her mother.  She also was getting nightly calls from boys, but we had a rule about dating before the age of 16.  She could do group things, but she couldn’t go on “dates” with just a boy.  This didn’t seem to bother her nor make her any less popular.

Our 12 year old, Lizzy, had a lot of the physical characteristics of her older sister, but was still quite slender, not yet showing the maturing that would soon come.  Lizzy was the quiet one of the group, yet she, too, had plenty of boys sniffing around.  She didn’t seem interested in them, though.

One summer, Donna had our children join in her summer school drama club.  Lizzy was too young for the club, but she went along and soon became the group mascot.  I was quite impressed with how much our children got into the play for which they were preparing.  I really didn’t think they would want to be with their mother all day, every day, for the entire summer, but they actually looked forward to each practice and all the preparation.

I, of course, had to work each day, so I couldn’t go to any of the meetings or practice sessions.  It wasn’t until about half-way through the summer that I even learned the title of the play.  Cindy said it was called “The Cheerleaders” and was about a shy girl who got picked to be a cheerleader at a high school.  It was a sort of coming-of-age story showing how this girl went from being a mousy shy girl to an open, fun-loving, popular girl.

Donna explained that the play had received a number of awards but was also considered rather controversial because it tells about a teen going through puberty and her problems with peer pressure.  There were a lot of sexual situations, some nudity and things that many people might consider obscene.  I knew Donna was very open-minded, and this probably increased her interest in doing the play, but I also knew that she wouldn’t expose our children to anything that wasn’t appropriate for their age or level of maturity.

It was in mid-July that Cindy got picked for the lead role in the play.  She was so excited when she came home to tell me.  Donna reminded her that the part required a lot of responsibility to which Cindy only bubbled with enthusiasm.  She had practiced the lead part for the last month and knew she could handle it.  Donna agreed that she was the perfect girl for the part.

The whole family joined in the discussion of her accepting the part over dinner.

"Are you sure you can do the part?” Mark asked seriously.

"Of course!” Cindy responded.  “Why would you ask?  You’ve seen me run through the lines and do the scenes.”

"Yeah, I know, and you’re definitely the best, but what about that scene in the second act?”

"Which one?” Cindy asked.

"You know, the shower scene.”

"There’s a shower scene?” I asked a bit concerned.

"Yeah, so?” Cindy looked at Mark like she wondered what the big deal was, completely ignoring me.

"You don’t have a problem with that in front of the whole school?” Mark asked.

"Of course not!  I’ve got a nice looking body.  Why should I be ashamed of it?” Cindy retorted.

"What?  Are you going to be naked or something?” I asked, wondering what they were talking about.

"That’s not the scene I was concerned about,” Donna interrupted.  “I want to know if you’re ready to do the scene in act 4.  I don’t want you to feel forced to do anything that you don’t think you’re ready for, Cindy.”

"You mean the one in the locker room?  I can hardly wait I'm so excited about it!” Cindy almost leaped out of her chair with enthusiasm.

"Okay, that’s all I want to know,” Donna said.

"What are you all talking about?” I asked, growing a bit concerned.

"Oh, it’s nothing, Daddy,” Cindy brushed me off.  “You’ll see it soon enough.  You’re coming to the dress rehearsal, aren’t you?”

"You mean, undress rehearsal...” it sounded like Mark mumbled with a big grin.

I wasn’t sure that I heard what he said, but I answered Cindy, “Of course, honey.  I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Well, it turned out that I only got to see the beginning of the dress rehearsal which occurred about a month later.  Work called on a Saturday afternoon and required my immediate presence at the office.

The whole family had been working hard on the play, going to practice almost every day and even for a few hours on the weekends.  Donna had designed the cheerleading costumes, and the girls helped to make them.  Mark was down at the playhouse much of his free time building the sets.  Both Cindy and Mark were working out three to four times a week, too, obviously trying to get their bodies toned for the event.

The part of the play I did see was quite good.  There were a few parts I was a bit concerned about, but I knew Donna would protect the innocence of our children.

The play started with a bunch of football players practicing while six cheerleaders did their routines on the sidelines.  I was a bit surprised that the cheerleading outfits were so small, skin-tight and rather revealing, but then aren’t they all?  Donna said she wanted it to be realistic.

All the kids on the “field” were dressed in yellow and blue, obviously the school colors, and the large letters “CO” for the school name, which I later found out was Carson-Oldfield, were dark blue on the bright yellow satin background.

The cheerleader outfits were two-piece.  The top looked like they were nothing more than the letters “CO” in dark blue.  In reality, they were sewn onto an extremely thin, yellow stretch-nylon material.  Each letter was large enough to wrap around a young breast of the wearer.  The breastbone was left completely bare except for a drawstring that crisscrossed between the two letters to hold them together.  Most of the cheerleaders were pretty well developed, implying to me that they were older than Cindy, and the school letters seemed to accentuate their developing breasts, while the yellow stretch material molded nicely over them like a second skin, literally broadcasting their bra-less state.  The inner half of each girl’s right breast was exposed by the opening of the “C.”  The thin yellow stretch-nylon that covered the remainder of the breast did little to provide modesty as it barely reached the edge of the girl's areola.  The hard nipples of each of the girls was quite evident because of the thin stretch-nylon, even for the audience.

The bottom of the outfit was a pair of dark blue hot-pants, much like what is common for cheerleader outfits, but they were made of tight mesh, exposing a lot of skin underneath.  The only sign of modesty was a triangular patch in the front that barely covered the essentials.  Because of the see-through aspect of the mesh, there was no doubt that the girls were not wearing panties, which was also evidenced by a bit of camel-toe in the front of every one of the young ladies.

The girls would have looked over exposed except for the long, knee-socks each wore.  Again the socks were a dark blue with yellow stripes at the top like most athletic socks have.

The cheerleading outfits were cute and seemed a bit too sexy, but Donna had warned me that they would be.  I just figured this was part of the build-up.

I know that part of the intent of cheerleaders is to attract attention and excite the crowd.  Well, with those little outfits and the young tight bodies within them, I knew I was definitely excited, and I figured most of the men in the audience were, too.  The cute little bottoms showing through those shorts, and the untethered young breasts bouncing with their routines was enough to give the Pope an erection.

A little dialog between the girls told us that one of the cheerleaders, a girl that wasn’t present, had gotten pregnant and had to go away.  They needed a seventh girl, so they were going to have try-outs.  That’s when we saw Cindy for the first time.  She looked real frumpy and bashful when she first stepped out onto the stage.  She had seen the fliers about the cheerleading tryouts and told her friend how much she would love to be a cheerleader but didn’t have the confidence.  Her thick, big, round glasses and her hair rolled up in a bun gave the impression that she was a geek and a prude.

Her friend tried to convince her to try.  Cindy’s argument was that she knew the cheerleaders want a more experienced girl, a girl who is more desirable looking, a popular girl.  Cindy’s friend told her that she would become more popular when she became a cheerleader, and the experience would come after that.

That’s when Cindy’s friend had an idea.  She got a couple of her friends to come over to her house for a slumber party with Cindy, and the three of them gave Cindy a make-over to make her more “desirable looking.”

The next scene was of the girls in the friend’s bedroom giving Cindy a make-over.  They were all giggling and talking as they gave her a manicure, a pedicure, fixed her hair and did her makeup.  During the dialog, one of the girls mentioned that experience comes from going out with boys.  “All the cheerleaders have lots of dates,” one of the girls observed, “so you’ll gain lots of experience.”

When they were done, Cindy got up and modeled her new makeup and hair.  One of the girls loaned Cindy her contacts, and even though their prescriptions were different, they were close enough that Cindy could see.  She looked beautiful, but she was obviously still dressed very frumpy.  That’s when one of the girls said, “We’ve got to dress her better!”

The girls all started going through the dresser drawers and closet looking for something for Cindy to wear.  They pulled out all sorts of sexy things, but they were either lingerie or too big for my daughter.  Cindy is a small girl, obviously chosen because of this since she was supposed to be a freshman at the high school.  The other girls, particularly the one whose bedroom they were supposed to be in, were a bit bigger.

Finally, one of the girls spotted a big teddy bear that was wearing the school colors and letters.  The bear was considerably smaller than Cindy, but that didn’t seem to matter.  The girl pulled off the little vest and shorts and handed them to Cindy.

"Oh, I can’t wear that!” Cindy’s character said.

Just try it!” came the response from one of the girls.

Cindy shrugged and went off stage, presumably to the bathroom to change.

When she returned, I almost leaped up and yelled at her.  I couldn’t believe my little girl of only 15 years was dressed like that, especially on a public stage that pretty soon would be in front of a couple of hundred people.  She apparently had stripped completely and put on just the clothes from the teddy bear, and if she weren't holding the now naked teddy bear in front of her, she would be essentially naked!  Seeing her from the side, she looked very naked to me.

The vest and shorts were made of cheap, thin material, as one would expect on a teddy bear, and the shorts were highly elastic and appeared to be stretched to their max on Cindy's much larger frame.  The miniscule shorts were even smaller and tighter than the hot-pants worn earlier by the cheerleaders.  When she turned her back to the audience, still hiding her front behind the large bear, her butt was only covered about halfway.  A full four inches of her bare butt-cheeks hung out below, and her butt crack was filled with the thin material.

The outfit looked like it really was the teddy bear’s wardrobe and not another outfit made to look like it belonged to the bear.  Presuming both items actually were on the bear, the stuffed animal had a waist and torso considerably smaller than my daughter’s.  I had presumed they would dress her in something that looked like it came off the teddy bear, not the actual clothes that were on it, but it looked like they were the very same ones.

I immediately left the theater and went around backstage.  Of course they let me in, but I had to wait for the act to be done before I could say anything, so I waited.

While waiting, I was quite surprised with the lack of dressing rooms.  I knew there were changes of costumes, but the racks of clothes were right behind the back of the stage, out in the open without any walls or even screens behind which the actors and actresses could dress.  I wondered how far the boys and girls had to go to find a restroom or some privacy for their wardrobe changes.

Looking out at the stage with my daughter and her three “friends,” I saw that the girls had convinced Cindy to drop the bear so they could inspect her “new” outfit.  Cindy was acting very shy and uncomfortable, but I was sure it was the part and not Cindy.  She'd obviously practiced this scene a dozen times at least and should be fully at ease with it by then.

Now, only a few feet away, I could see Cindy's outfit much more clearly.  My heart was pounding so hard at the sight of her I could hardly stand it.  She was so naked looking, but she was also quite beautiful.  It bothered me that so many people were seeing her so exposed, and it bothered me even more that I was getting aroused by my own little girl.

Seeing her without the large bear to cover her front, I was in awe of how little was covered.  The vest was so small that it barely covered her young developing breasts, daring to expose them as she moved since there was no way the vest could close, much less be attached, in front.  In addition, the vest barely came down to fully cover her rib cage, leaving her entire mid-section bare.

I was surprised at how much my little girl had filled out.  I remembered her in her little bikini not more than a couple years earlier, and she was still flat as a boy, but seeing her now, she was quite well endowed for a 15-year-old.  The tiny vest wouldn't close in front if she was still flat-chested, but with her surprisingly mature breasts, it was even more impossible.

From my new vantage point, I could see that the shorts were so fitted that it looked like they were painted on.  When she turned in my direction, I could see clear camel-toe in the front.  I couldn't believe that Cindy was comfortable with this part considering how exposed she was.

Of course on the stage, all the girls were complimenting my little girl's character for how good she looked now that she's had her make-over and was dressed more appropriately, not that I thought that little vest and hot-pants were appropriate.  The compliments of her fit body and other attributes were accurate, though, and I couldn't help but be proud of her for that.

When the act was over, all the actors and actresses rushed in from the stage.  They were all out of breath but clearly having a lot of fun.  The other members of the play and stage hands all crowded around to compliment them, and backstage became a mass of youngsters.  I had to climb through the crowd to find my little daughter, who was still dressed in her “bear” outfit, talking with her peers and still showing no sign of modesty.  Up close, her little outfit looked even more revealing, and I was shocked.  As she twisted and turned to talk to her peers, her breasts popped into view over and over, proving to me that the vest really didn't provide any protection, but it didn't faze her in the least.  Only a few times did she bother to pull the vest back over her young breasts, and it seemed only because the vest had twisted into an uncomfortable position rather than because she felt any modesty.

By the time I reached her, Donna was talking to her, praising her for her good acting.  When I walked up, I blurted, “What the hell?”

"What’s the matter, Daddy,” Cindy asked, clearly upset as she faced me with her arms folded in front of her stomach.  She didn't seem to be at all bothered that her father was able to see most of her young breasts.

"No girl of mine is going to be seen in public dressed like that,” I bellowed.

"Why not?  What's wrong with the way I’m dressed?” Cindy looked down at herself, apparently unaware of just how naked she looked.  I thought for sure she was on the verge of crying.

"Honey, let’s talk about this somewhere else,” Donna interrupted as she grabbed my arm to pull me away.

I stormed out of the theater with Donna, and we stood in the alleyway.

"Damn, Donna, she’s practically naked!” I spat.

"Oh, she is not, Harry!”

"Bullshit!  If that tiny vest moves an inch, her fucking nipples are exposed...”

"Settle down, Harry.  First of all, it’s really no big deal,” Donna tried to soothe me.

"What do you mean, ‘It’s no big deal?’  It is too a big deal!” I continued.

"Honey,” she said in a calm voice, “most of the girls her age show more than that every day in school.  Stop making such a fuss, or you’ll give her a complex about her body.  She’s been working hard on it and is really comfortable with herself right now, and I don’t want your conservative, prudish attitude to ruin that.  Besides, in her next scene, she’ll be nude, and she’s really excited about it.”

I was really shocked by my wife’s whole attitude about this.  I wondered if I was really being a prude.  Was it just my fatherly protection jumping in?  I didn’t want Cindy to have a complex.  She was a very pretty girl, and I wanted her to be comfortable with herself.

Before I could say any more, I was ushered back to my seat with the rest of the audience so the show could continue.  I was really uncomfortable, but I didn’t know what to do.  If my wife was not concerned, why was I?  I expected her to be more aware of and concerned about our daughter’s exposure than me.  Do girls really show that much in high school?

In the next scene, we learn that Cindy’s character is accepted on the cheerleading squad, but she has to go through a hazing first.  She’s told that she has to take her shower after practice in the boy’s locker room.  Even though Cindy is a bit skeptical, the other cheerleaders convince her it is safe since the boys aren’t supposed to get off the field for a half hour or so.

Cindy reluctantly agreed and headed off to the shower.

After a few minutes of moving the set around, we are presented with a locker room shower.  The stage crew had created a very realistic roll-out set that appeared to be real tile with real plumbing.  There were four shower heads coming out of a cylindrical column in the middle of the set with a circular pool-like area representing the shower floor.

Cindy hesitantly stepped in from the side, looking around like she was afraid she’d be caught.  She tip-toed in, looked around the lockers, and slowly started to disrobe.  As she took off her tight little shorts quietly, she continued to look around as if someone was going to walk in on her.

I realized at that point that her wardrobe had changed.  Apparently, her girlfriends helped her find clothes that were less frumpy and more stylish.  In the locker room, she was dressed more like the other high school girls.

I was shocked as I watched her take off all her clothes on stage in front of everyone.  I expected her to appear to be “nude,” but actually have on some thin skin-toned leotard or bikini or something, not really be naked.  To my utter amazement, after just a few minutes into the scene, there she was on stage in front of at least a hundred people in her birthday suit.  There was a part of me that was proud of my little girl.  She had a beautiful young body, and she seemed quite comfortable exposing it to everyone, as she should be considering the shape she was in.  Unfortunately, there was another part of me that struggled with seeing my innocent little girl exposed like this to so many strangers.  Then it occurred to me that not everyone seeing her was a stranger; many were her friends and school mates.  That seemed even worse in my mind.

After the shock wore off, I started to get angry.  How dare my wife allow Cindy to appear naked and exposed in front of all these people, especially with how young she was?  Look at that young, nubile figure.  It’s gotta be turning on every guy in the place.  She was just so perfect, and she was making no effort to cover any of it from the audience.  She had quarter-sized areolas on well formed and firm young breasts.  Her nipples were so hard that they were obvious to all of us in the audience.  She had a firm, round butt with slender yet muscular legs, and her young, virgin pussy was barely covered with a soft dark brown down.  It might not have been so bad if she was at the back of the stage behind even a thin veil, but she actually walked to the very front edge to look around, giving at least the entire front row an amazing view of her nudity.

That’s when I realized I had a problem in my pants.  I was hard for my own daughter.  That made me even more angry, but I couldn’t deny it.  Look at how comfortable she was showing off her perfect little body to all these strangers, not to mention her own classmates.  She was clearly not at all embarrassed or modest in any way.  As a matter of fact, it was almost as if she enjoyed having us admire her, be stimulated by her, desire her.

I found myself being uncomfortably aroused by my little girl as she boldly walked around naked on the stage.  In my mind, I had to relieve my anger by telling myself that her mother would take care of her.  I should just enjoy the play, but there was more going on than I wanted to admit.  My male hormones were making me justify the lust I was feeling for my own flesh-and-blood.

Slowly, my daughter tip-toed to the shower and turned on the water.  I was impressed it actually sprayed water.  I figured it was pumped from the little basin at the bottom and recirculated, but it was real water, and her body and hair actually got wet.

Cindy started soaping herself up.  She lathered her whole body and got her dark brown hair fully soaked.  She was facing the pole and looking up at the water as it sprayed her face and ran through her thick hair, her tight little butt facing the audience, when suddenly, in marched about ten boys.  All of them were dressed in football gear as they entered where Cindy had come in a moment before.

Before Cindy even knew the boys were in the locker room, they saw her.  Quickly, they got out of their clothes and, one by one, each one entered the shower with her - all of them just as naked as she!

Once again I was in shock.  Here were ten boys, completely naked, on stage with my little girl in front of an audience of strangers.  None of the boys seemed any more modest than my daughter as they pranced around the stage without a stitch of clothing.

As soon as the first boy entered the shower with Cindy, he started grab-assing her.  She squealed and suddenly realized all the boys had her surrounded.  She pushed the one boy away, but he kept trying to cop a feel.  As the shower got more and more crowded with the boys, Cindy had less ability to protect herself.  Many of the boys were feeling her young tits, putting their hands on her pussy, grabbing her ass and doing just about anything they wanted with her.  She had absolutely no chance of protecting herself.

The boys crowded around my Cindy to the point that she disappeared from view.  I had no idea what was happening to her, and I was starting to panic, but I do know that I saw what appeared to be a few erections in the tangled mess.  That surprised me even further that the play would allow the boys to get hard in front of the audience.  It concerned me, too, that Cindy would be in the midst of naked boys with erections.  It just didn't see appropriate for my little girl.

As the boys continued, I suddenly noticed Cindy crawling between one of the boy’s legs.  It seemed the boys were grabbing each other and didn’t realize she had slipped down and was now escaping.

When she was finally free and stood up, she faced the audience, giving everyone another full view of her naked body, and looked both ways as if trying to figure out how to get out of there.  The lights dimmed as she tried to decide what to do, and then the curtain closed.

I sat there stunned.  I couldn’t believe what I had seen.  Was this really a “play?”  Or was this some kind of pornographic display?  How could Donna allow this?  Cindy was only 15, after all.  I just had to talk to my wife about it, but I didn’t want to say anything in front of Cindy.  I know she had worked hard on her part and was excited to be picked as the leading lady.  It just wouldn't be right to express my concern in front of her.

It was after that scene that I had to leave for work.  It was difficult to concentrate.  All I could think of was my innocent girl running around naked in front of a bunch of strangers.  I was infuriated that Donna would allow it, and even more angry that she was allowing all those boys a free feel of my little girl.  They were obviously aroused, and this only confirmed my fears that they weren't just expressing an artistic scene.

What bothered me more than all of this was my own reaction.  Why was my dick so hard?  Why was I aroused by this?  My own little girl should not give me an erection.

When I got home that night, I complimented Cindy on her scenes, and told her how wonderful and beautiful she was.

"So, what did you think of my body?” she asked openly at the dinner table.  I was stunned.  I didn't know what to say, so she continued, “I mean, some of the guys think I should shave off my pubic hair.  Mom thinks it looks better all natural, and it goes better with the character.  Mark thinks I should just trim it a little so it's not so unruly.  What do you think?”

Discussing my daughter's pubic hair was completely outside of my experience, and I had to think about how to respond.  The whole family waited for me, so I tried to be objective.

"Well, your character is supposed to be this shy, conservative little girl,” I began.  “I don't think it would be normal for a girl like that to shave herself down there at all.  It seems more realistic if you do like your mother says and leave it natural.”

"But she's also supposed to be going through puberty and learning about sex,” Mark argued.  “I would think she might do sexy things at home in private like shave or trim herself.”

"Like I told you,” Donna interjected, “Cindy is a normal girl and has gone through all that you've said, but she never shaved herself.  It seems her own real life expresses the character just fine.”

We discussed Cindy's pubic hair for a few more minutes before we changed subjects.  I couldn't get over how open everyone was about something so intimate.

After the kids went to bed, Donna and I talked.  I told her of my concerns, and she argued that children are more open sexually than they were when I was growing up.  She admitted that she also had been concerned, and that's why she was so serious when asking Cindy if she really thought she was up to it.  Since our daughter was so strongly convinced that she could handle the part, she decided to give her all the support she could.

By the time we went to bed, my wife had convinced me that I was being an old-fashioned prude, and that I had to let go of my strict morals.  According to her, this play has been performed in dozens of schools across the nation, and it has opened up sexuality issues all along the way.  The old morals of my day repressed children and encouraged rape.  With the new attitudes, rape was way down, teen pregnancy was the lowest it ever had been, and children were maturing with much better self-esteem.

I went to the opening night a week later, hoping that what I had seen in the rehearsal was the worst of it.  I knew there were additional nude scenes, mostly with the other actors and actresses, but I figured the big nude scene for Cindy was over.  Surprisingly, I felt a twitch in my groin thinking about seeing some of those other cute girls naked on stage, and I wondered how the boys managed to remain mature and unaffected in the presence of their nude classmates.  I know I had seen some erections in the nude scene with Cindy, but I figured that was early on in their rehearsals, and the boys would be more used to it by now.

I watched the play from start to finish this time.  Needless to say, I was stunned.  That wasn’t Cindy’s only nude scene, and the level of sexuality was considerably greater as the story unfolded.

Again I watched as Cindy was mauled in the shower by ten boys.  This time, even more were clearly aroused, and there didn’t seem to be any attempt to hide it.  As a matter of fact, it seemed that there was an effort to show off the obvious arousal as some of the boys boldly jabbed my little girl with their erect penises.  Many times during the erotic scene, Cindy would have to brush one or more of the erections away from her, openly touching them.

The play continued with Cindy trying to become a respected and popular cheerleader.  The other girls on the squad were very brazen and flirted heavily with the football team while being aloof and distant to other students in the school.  Cindy, on the other hand, was more respectful to everyone and had a crush on the character played by her brother, Mark.  It turned out that Mark was supposed to be the school drug dealer who was able to acquire just about any drug anyone wanted.  Apparently his father worked at a pharmacy, and Mark had free access to everything.

As the play progressed, Cindy recognized the risk she had with joining the cheerleader squad.  Apparently, most of the other girls were having regular sex with their boyfriends, and Cindy decided to win Mark’s love and affection by allowing him to take her cherry, but she didn’t want to get pregnant.  She hoped Mark would have protection when the big moment arrived.

In another scene, Mark is talking to a real nerdy guy named Horace.  It turns out that Horace agrees to do an essay for Mark in exchange for an opportunity to get laid by a cheerleader.  Mark works out a drug deal with the head cheerleader where the agreement is that one of the girls in her squad would do Horace.  The cheerleader tells Mark that Cindy has the hots for him.  She convinces Mark that if he could get her warmed up and then switch places with Horace after the lights go out, Cindy would probably go all the way.

The story line has Mark take Cindy into his bedroom, which is basically a huge water bed.  He turns on some music and turns the lights down low.  Of course on the stage, the lights are just dimmed so the audience can actually see what’s going on.  Then, as the scene plays out, Cindy ends up getting naked and Mark is down to his boxer shorts while they are embraced in a heavy kissing session.

As one could imagine, this made me very uncomfortable.  Here's my daughter, completely naked and in the arms of her actual brother while they kiss.  I couldn't believe Donna would allow her children to perform in this way, much less on stage in front of an audience.

I was even more shocked a few minutes later when my two children sat up.  They both sat on the edge of the bed facing the audience, giving everyone a clear view of my daughter's assets.  My two children start kissing passionately, and Cindy slides her hand inside the front of Mark’s boxers.  There is no doubt that she is fondling him, and my daughter makes sure to show off to the audience that he has gotten an erection from her ministrations.

After a few minutes of fondling Mark, she takes great pride in wrapping his erection with the material of his boxers so that she can show it off to everyone as she apparently admires his size.  Then, with both hands around his covered erection, she pointedly strokes him vigorously as if trying to get him to ejaculate.  I couldn’t help but wonder what Donna was thinking; allowing her daughter to fondle her own brother’s dick like that.

The music stops, and Cindy is asked to jump up and put another CD in the player.  Of course she does this eagerly, giving the audience another opportunity to admire her sexy nubile body.  While she's fumbling with the CD player, the creep Horace changes places with Mark on the bed.  When Cindy returns, she is disappointed that “Mark” has lost his erection, so she decides to 69 him.

I couldn’t really see much because of where I was sitting, but it looked like Cindy buried her face in the opening of the creep’s boxer shorts.  If I didn't know better, I would swear that she was actually sucking on the guy's cock, but I was sure it had to be simulated because from another part of the auditorium, the boy's erection would be seen going in and out of her mouth, and I doubted even the audience would not be offended by that.

After only a few minutes, the boy is thrusting his hips upward as if reaching a climax in my daughter’s mouth.  At no time does Cindy pull herself away, and she accurately follows his thrusts, giving the impression that she actually had his penis in her mouth while he unloads down her throat.

Just then, the water bed breaks.  Plastic had clearly been set up to funnel the water toward the left side of the stage, and the two characters are carried on a huge wave of water out the door of the bedroom.

The whole water scene was amazing.  Where they funneled the water I don't know, but the creep and Cindy are suddenly lying on the floor on the left side of the stage, Cindy without a stitch of clothing and Horace in his boxers.  The stage lights are brought up to indicate they are in the well-lit hallway and no longer in the bedroom.  In the light, Cindy realizes she was actually with the creep and storms off, apparently forgetting she's naked as she leaves the stage.

In the next scene, all the cheerleaders are having a slumber party, apparently at Cindy’s home.  They are all dressed in extremely erotic night clothes, most of which are either very transparent or very thin and form-fitting.  Only Cindy is dressed in a flannel jumper that is extremely conservative.

Cindy’s dad, who is played by a guy who is the father of one of the other girls who plays a cheerleader, keeps entering the bedroom to make sure there is no hanky-panky going on, but it is obvious that he’s actually there to enjoy the view of the half-naked girls.  The girls are quite aware of the father's lust-driven motives.  Each time he pokes his head in the door, they make a point of flaunting their bodies at him and teasing him with sexy talk.

After a number of interruptions, the girl with the largest breasts of the group, who is wearing a transparent, blue baby-doll nighty, says she wants to have some fun.  She gets up and leaves the bedroom.

In another room, which is separated by a half-wall on the stage, the buxom blond cheerleader seduces the dad, claiming she is uncomfortable with all those other girls and wants the affections of a real man.  We watch as the man openly fondles her breasts, which can be easily seen through the transparent nightie, while she massages his groin.

After a short while, she has him undressed to his boxers and has her hand in them stroking away as my daughter had done to Mark in that earlier scene.  A moment later, she drops down as if to give him oral sex, and the lights dim.  In the darkness, we can still see what she’s doing, but the attention is then drawn to the room with the other cheerleaders and Cindy.

Tapping is heard on the window, and one of the cheerleaders opens it.  She gasps and giggles.  In come the entire football team.

For the next twenty minutes, we are exposed to an orgy in Cindy’s bedroom.  Everyone except Cindy was involved, while Cindy sat in a chair off to the side and watched.  Other than Cindy, everyone ended up naked; both the boys and girls.  I was amazed as I watched the pretty cheerleaders get all the boys aroused.  There was no indication that any of the boys were modest as their erections sprouted right there on stage in front of the audience.  The girls openly fondled the boys, and it was apparent that they were showing off for Cindy; almost demonstrating what Cindy was expected to do as she became a full-fledged cheerleader.

All through this foreplay, the girls and boys are trying to encourage Cindy to join in, but she just sits there and stares.  One of the girls suggests that they present the boys to my daughter, one at a time, thinking it would arouse Cindy to the point that her barriers would drop.  Everyone agrees, and the girls all get into position on the stage to create a “bucket brigade” of sorts.

For the next ten minutes, each boy is presented to Cindy.  One girl lined the boys up and fed them to the girls in front of Cindy.  One or more cheerleaders standing in front of Cindy then turn the boy to face my daughter and stroke him and massaged his balls, suggesting that Cindy reach out and do the same.  It almost looks like they want him to release his semen, but they apparently stop short of getting him over the top.

After each boy was paraded past my daughter and his erection was stroked vigorously just a few feet in front of her, the boy was taken off to the side where another cheerleader finished him off.  Even though the lights were set to keep the attention of the audience on Cindy and the display she was given, my attention was drawn to the girl who was taking care of the boys off to the side.  This sole girl satisfied each of the boys with a blow-job before the boy crashed on the bed or floor to doze off.  Again I presumed it was simulated, but it was very well done, especially since each boy walked away from the young cheerleader flaccid.  That had to take some skill on the boys' parts considering how erotic the whole situation was.

Surprisingly, after all the boys had been satisfied, the girls each took one and got him aroused again.  The fact that they got the boys aroused so quickly encouraged my belief that the blow-job was simulated.  The girls then had full-on sex with their boys, bringing each of them to an amazingly realistic mutual orgasm.

Imagine my awe at how well these youngsters simulated the sex.  Each boy had a very realistic and dramatic orgasm, jerking and groaning, sometimes even yelling in ecstasy, and the girls would scream and tense as they reached their own climax while riding the boy.  Again, this was done for Cindy's benefit, hoping that she'd join in, but she remained seated and just watched.  The scene was well choreographed as each couple would have their climax as if on cue and only after the spotlight was trained on them.  A very good acting job was done by all, but I was sure the sex was not real.

In the meantime, the buxom cheerleader was keeping Cindy’s dad occupied with variations of sexual couplings.  Again I presumed it was all faked.  It didn't seem right that a grown man would be having open sex with a young teenager on stage, especially considering one of those girls was his actual daughter as well.  How could he be having sex with one of his daughter's classmates while his daughter was on the same stage having sex with one of the boys?

The scene ends with all the guys sleeping all around Cindy’s bedroom, and my daughter still sitting in her chair watching.

The following scene was rather short, but it showed all the football players at practice.  The coach yells at them for having no energy.  The cheerleaders are rooting them on, but the players are exhausted.

Suddenly, the head cheerleader calls the others into a huddle.  Apparently she had an idea that she then describes to the other cheerleaders.  She points out that the reason the players are so sluggish and tired is because of the good time they had the night before.  Given this, she suggests that they all have sex with the opposing team players the night before the big game so they’ll all be too worn out to play a decent game.  This would help the home team to win.  They all agree, although Cindy is very uncomfortable with the whole idea.

The next scene shows another orgy with a completely different set of guys, representing the members of the opposing team.  This time, there is no flaunting or “demonstrations” for Cindy, although the simulated mutual orgasms are acted out under spotlights as before.  As a matter of fact, Cindy isn’t in the scene at all.  It seems that she was unable to attend the evening’s sex-fest.  The girls make remarks about whether she’s the right girl for the squad because she's not as committed to the team as she should be, and they consider kicking her out.

As expected, the opposing team is exhausted on the field, and the home team is keeping the score even until the second half.  The only reason the opposing team is succeeding is because their quarterback is well rested as he was unable to attend the orgy.  This is where Cindy steps up to the plate.

Before halftime, the cheerleaders get into their own huddle, in which Cindy is included.  They discuss the situation that the quarterback needs to be taken out.  The problem is that they have to perform the half-time event, so none of them can afford to handle the quarterback.  Some rude things are said to Cindy, and it becomes clear to her that she's not long for the squad.  That's when my daughter's character decides to overcome her fears and anxieties.  Cindy then volunteers to wear the quarterback out.

The other girls aren't sure she can do it, but they agree to let her try.

The next scene shows signs that were set up to lead the quarterback to the girls' locker room instead of the boys'.  Since he's from another school, he doesn't know any better, and he mistakenly goes in the girl’s locker room where Cindy is already waiting and naked.

A very romantic scene is shown with Cindy seducing the young boy, and the two have various forms of sex on the bench between the lockers, standing against the lockers, in the showers, over a sink, and even on the toilet.  Even though the sex is never explicit, the boy’s erection is seen often, and there were a number of times Cindy is shown stroking it.  The boy is seen having a number of climaxes, though the only evidence is his grunting and groaning, but Cindy is clearly making him a very happy boy.

The home team eventually wins, and everyone carries Cindy off the field as the real champion for the school.  I noticed she had lost her bright yellow panties when her skirt flares up a few times, but I figured after all the nude scenes, this was no big deal.

As I left the theater, I was absolutely dumbfounded.  I couldn’t believe what I saw - and my wife actually directed it!  How could she do that in good conscience?  That was the most pornographic play I had ever seen.  I didn’t know what to say, and I knew I didn’t want to say anything in front of Cindy or Lizzy!

Damn!  Lizzy had watched this play.  She had been a part of its production since the beginning!  She was far too young to be involved in such pornography.  This was clearly unacceptable.

"So, what did you think?” Cindy asked enthusiastically as the family jumped into the van behind me.

"Well, um, I’m very impressed with how realistic everything was,” I said, trying to find something good to say about the play.  “I mean, everyone played their part so well, it all seemed like it was really happening and not acting.”

"Oh, wow!  Thanks, Dad,” Cindy sighed.  “We worked really hard on our parts.  You have no idea.”

She was right, I had no idea.

"The play is usually done in skin-colored leotards,” Donna explained, “but the girls all decided they thought doing it naturally would be more realistic.  It didn’t take a lot for the boys to agree.”

"Yeah,” Cindy agreed, “it really helped us all get into our parts so we could respond and act realistically.”

"Well, I must say, the sex scenes looked pretty realistic,” I said.  “If I didn’t know they were simulated, I would have thought you all actually had sex right there on stage.”

The entire van exploded in laughter.  I was confused.

"That’s because we really were having sex,” Cindy giggled.  “Our goal was to make it look like it was simulated.”

"What?”  I almost had an accident.

"Of course,” Cindy replied.  “How else could we make sure to keep the play from getting pornographic?  You know teenage boys!  Most of the guys lose control after just a few seconds.  We couldn’t have them ejaculating all over the stage, or we’d be expelled.”

"The girls came up with that idea,” Donna explained, smiling over at me.  “I think it is so mature of them.”

"Yeah,” Lizzy added, “by letting the boys ejaculate inside the girls, there’s no muss, no fuss.”

That was my 12-year-old daughter explaining this to me.

"I’ve got to tell you, sis,” Mark said to Cindy, “you’re getting to be a pretty talented actress.  When you were doing your scene with me, you really had me going.  I thought you were actually trying to get me to cu... er... ejaculate.  It took all of my concentration to keep from making a mess in my boxers.”

Cindy giggled.  “Sorry, Mark, I was having fun.”  Then she turned to me and said, “You see, Mark was the most mature of all the boys.  Most of the others had absolutely no control over their ejaculations, but Mark never had a problem.”

"Not until tonight,” Mark said.  “It’s a good thing Tammy needed to practice her scene.  She saw how worked up I was when I walked off the stage after my gorgeous little sister was having her fun, and she asked me if I would mind going over her scene with her.”

"How’d she do?” Donna asked.

"Oh, man!  She’s really good,” Mark said.

"That’s good,” Donna said.  “She’s been having trouble with her partner for a while.  Of course you’re a bit bigger than he is, but I would say he's the biggest of all the other boys, and Tammy is such a little girl.”

"Which girl is Tammy?” I asked stupidly.

"Oh, she’s the one that is supposedly dating the quarterback,” Cindy said.  “You know, the really young looking girl with blond hair.  Remember the scene of the slumber party when she goes down on him?  Well, she really had trouble deep-throating him because he’s so big.”

"What?  She was really doing that?” I asked.

"I told you, Daddy, we had to make it look real,” Cindy explained.  “How can it look like she’s giving him head with a bone... uh... I mean, an erection as big as his is.  There’s no way she could hide it from the audience.  Besides, he probably is the least mature of all the boys.  Hell, she barely touches him, and he goes off like a fountain.  If she didn’t deep-throat him, he'd ejaculate all over the place in front of everyone and leave a big ol’ mess on the stage.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  They all took it so calmly.  You’d think they were talking about shaking hands or something.

"Mom had to teach most of the girls how to deep-throat the boys,” Lizzy explained to my utter amazement.  “She said the audience couldn’t see even a little bit of their penises, or they’d know it wasn’t simulated.”

"Yeah,” Cindy added exuberantly, “the girls got really good at burying their faces deep into the boys so no one could see how hard the boys were or that they actually had their penises in their mouths.  Those of us that had to simulate sex learned how to keep them deep inside and use our vaginal muscles to massage them.  We couldn’t very well hump them like in real sex, or the audience might see that the boys were really in us.”

"Say, Cindy,” Lizzy asked her older sister, “I was surprised that Brad was still hard after your fu... er... scene with him at the end.  He must be growing up.  He usually loses control during that scene.”

"Yeah, I noticed that, too,” Mark said.  “I was surprised that his acting seems to have really improved.  I was sure that he actually came... uh, I mean, ejaculated in you like he usually does.”

"Oh, he’s still the same ol’ Brad,” Cindy said with a smirk.  “Actually, he came in me twice during that scene... uh, I mean, he ejaculated twice.”

"Wow!  And he was still hard?” Donna asked our daughter.  “How’d you manage that?”

"Well, Jenna told me that she was getting frustrated with him because he was having trouble getting it up for her after our rehearsals.”  Then, realizing I didn’t know who Jenna was, Cindy turned to me and said, “Jenna is Brad’s girlfriend.  They’ve been dating for almost six months.  She’s the girl that played the cheerleader who was dating Justin in the play.  He’s the really big, buff guy with the really tiny penis.  You might remember her; she’s the one with the really big breasts who does three guys at the same time during the scene when we’re trying to wear out the other team.”

I nodded my recognition of the girl.  I wondered just how real her scene was, now that I was learning the scenes weren’t all that simulated.  In the scene to which they were referring, she was sitting on one guy, facing the audience, with another guy standing in front of her.  I presumed she was pretending to give the guy standing a blow-job while simulating sex with the guy under her.  A third guy had walked up behind her and apparently entered her anus, which I also had presumed was simulated.

"Anyway,” Cindy continued, “I promised Jenna that I’d leave him erect for her.  It was pretty difficult after his second climax, but I did it.”  Her face just beamed with pride.

"Ah, that explains it,” Lizzy said with a sly grin.

"What?” Donna asked.

"Well, right after Brad left the stage, he and Jenna went to the make-up room, and I heard Jenna moaning and groaning.  I guess she enjoyed the fruits of your labor.”  Lizzy grinned at her older sister.

"Cindy, honey, I’m so proud of you,” Donna said to our daughter.  “That means you held two whole loads of his sperm in you for the rest of that scene without spilling a drop!  That must have taken a lot of muscle control.”

"Oh, it did, Mom,” Cindy replied.  “It was especially difficult when I had to bend over to pick up that darned football to give it to Brad.  I mean, I was facing away from the audience, and I knew that if I leaked, everyone in the audience would be able to see it since they could see my puss... er, my labia clearly.”

"You’re right, honey, and you did a great job,” my wife said.

"So, what you all are telling me is,” I clarified, “for the last eight months while rehearsing for this play, all of the boys have been having sex with you.”

"Of course not, Daddy,” Cindy replied.  “We don’t have sex with all the boys.  We were just performing our roles in the play.  That's not the same as having sex, and besides, we don’t practice with ‘all the boys.’  Only Brad and Alan, he's the guy that plays the quarterback from the other team, have performed with me.  It’s not my fault that he isn’t mature enough to control his penis, and Alan only cums, I mean, ejaculates a couple times there at the end.  I really can't blame Alan because that scene is pretty romantic, and we have to do a lot of positions.  I doubt even a grown man like you, Daddy, could resist.”

I was about ready to lose control, but I didn't know at whom or what to say.  It seems that my daughters thought sex on stage was not sex, really.  They also considered sex to be just something people do, not something intimate or shared with just one special person.  On top of that, they didn't see anything wrong with performing sex in front of others.  Even if I put my foot down, their attitudes wouldn't change.  They would just resent me.  What was I going to do?

Then the next bomb hit!

"Daddy,” my little Lizzy asked, “I want to try out for the lead in the next play.”

I was afraid to ask, but I did.  “What's it about?”

"It's a story about a girl that has this horse-riding accident,” Lizzy explained, “and when she wakes up from a coma, she becomes a nymphomaniac.  It was on TV not long ago on Lifetime.  It'll require me to be nude a lot in the show, and I'm sure my body will be more mature by then.  I was hoping I could get Mark to break my cher... er... help me out so that I can do the sexier scenes with the other guys.  There are a lot of them, and I want to be able to do them all.”

"It's a very controversial story, Dad,” Mark added before I could say no.  “This girl just can't get enough, and her parents don't know what to do.  The whole town finds out about her, and it forces the family to seek medical help.”

"Honey,” Donna interjected, “this is a really important part for Lizzy.  I'm sure you'll be proud of her if she gets the part.”

What!?  Donna wants Lizzy to prance around naked in front of a bunch of strangers and have sex on stage?

"Are you sure you want the part?” I asked.  What was I going to say?  No one else in my family seemed to be at all concerned about it.

"Oh, yes, Daddy,” she replied.  “If I get the part, my dean says she'll help me get a scholarship to Julliard when I get out of high school.  It would be so exciting.  I'll be the only girl in the play who has a nude scene...”

"Yeah, and it's almost the whole play,” Cindy pointed out enthusiastically.  “I think she's only supposed to be dressed at the very beginning up until she's in the hospital.”

"Oh, that's not true,” Lizzy fired back.  “I'm dressed almost the whole play!”

"If you call lingerie and those skimpy outfits being dressed, I suppose you're right,” her sister said.  “Don't get me wrong, I'm a little jealous.  I think it's going to be a really cool part.”

"Well, yeah, but the hard part is all the boys I have to be with,” she added.  “I hope I can handle them.”

"Not just boys,” Cindy reminded her.  “You're going to have to fu... er... be with a lot of adults, too.  Remember, your character just wants sex, and it doesn't have to be boys your age or even boys, for that matter.  You're going to perform with men, girls and even some older women, too.”

"I know,” Lizzy shot back, “but I know I can do it!”

"I'm sure you can,” Donna said calmly.  “If you have any trouble, I'm sure you can get Mark or Cindy to practice any scenes with you.  I doubt you'd have any problem getting one of the other actors to help you through any difficulties, either.  Also, I'm sure Cindy can give you some pointers on how to keep yourself well lubricated so you don't get raw, won't you, honey.”

"Thanks, Mom.  Maybe Daddy would like to help me practice, too,” Lizzy said to my shock.

It was at this point that I had a mental meltdown.  There was no way that I was ever going to get my family back to the moral values I had.  I could either divorce my wife and live in a monastery somewhere, or I could just give in and enjoy their total lack of morals or inhibitions.  What choice did I really have?

"Of course, honey,” I said.  “I'd be happy and proud to practice with you.”