One

Pete Seaton was locked up in his usual hideout - the small restroom at the back of the pizza place he worked at. Pete just turned 16 and with the old clunker sedan inherited from his deceased father he was able to get a job delivering pizza in the comfortable neighborhood where he grew up. Pete was locked in the can because he was dealing with the bane of sixteen year-old boys everywhere - frequent erection. The sounds outside the door indicated that soon he'd be called upon to set forth with a delivery. The seven inch dick in his hand had a mind of its own and refused to pop forth and release. This happened all too often for Pete. His cock would get stiff and stay that way for up to a half hour. There was little he could do other than fantasize about girls and women and work at whipping it down.

A knock came at the door startling the gangly young fellow out of his concentration. The suddenness of the interruption worked to diminish the stiffness enough for Pete to stuff himself back into his jeans. He called out to Louie, running the restaurant that he'd be right out. Pete washed his hands carefully, being a fastidious young fellow and re-entered the world of dough and cheese and hot ovens.

His order was waiting for him and he read the tag of where to deliver it. 'Ah. Perfect!' he snidely thought. The address was of one of the neighborhood girls that both gave Pete his hardons and also provided him his fantasy to deal with them, Melissa Barnes. He'd known Missa, as everyone called her, just about forever. He was nearly two-years older, but since grammar school he had known her and often when they were kids would walk home together and hang out at the park. She was always with her friend Tracy Centares, also 14, but who looked like any of the upper-class girls at his high school. She was tall, dark, stacked and beautiful; a wet dream for every boy (and likely every man) in the neighborhood. Needless to say, Pete's skinny wiener was snaking down his pant leg and stiffening again.

Ten minutes later Pete rolled to a stop before the home of Missa Barnes and retrieved the steaming pizza from the warmer unit and started toward the door. The house was just above street level and Pete noticed that the shade was down except for about two inches on the bottom. Amid the light that came from the gap, Pete could see movement inside the living room. For some reason, the boy was drawn to look more closely at what was going on inside. Perhaps, he thought with a stupid grin, he'd get to see Missa, or better yet, Tracy running around the room naked. "Hah!" he muttered to himself as he leaned forward, "fat chance of that."

Two

While Pete was pulling up, Tracy Centares stirred under the blanket lovingly laid on her by her first lover, Missa Barnes. She lifted it and moved to leave Vic's bed. It was dark outside. She padded into the bathroom and studied herself in the mirror as she cleared her bladder. She pondered the new world she'd entered and ultimately looked in her own eyes and smiled a broad, happy smile. She finished up and lightly headed out toward the hall.

Tracy was naked and free and sexual and did not care who knew it, at least in this house. She ducked her head into Missa's darkened room and saw Vic passed out and snoring on the delicate pink bed clothes all rumpled and stained. She smiled again at what fun Missa and her dad must have had after she passed out and continued downstairs, looking for the woman lover that had been her girl friend.

As Tracy descended the stairs, she slowed as she saw Missa sitting in the upholstered armchair with one leg draped over an arm in such a way that Tracy could see Missa's split, red, wet sex before she could see her face. Missa's sex was wide open and practically glowing with sexual blood flow. What little fuzzy hair she had down there was matted and glimmering with the free flowing juice of the newly sexualized girl.

This too was the sight that greeted Pete through the slit in the shades. Pete could hardly contain himself when it finally sunk in that the real live pussy he was watching belonged to his good friend Missa Barnes. He put the pizza down on the side walk and moved into the bushes: closer to the window and out of sight of the street. Pete pulled his stiffening worm out and leaned forward to improve his view. His dick was soon very stiff and was stroking it as he watched.

Missa's eyes were closed and both hands were busy; one spreading her engorged inner lips. Her head lolled back against the back of the chair as her other thumb slowly circled the tight little pink bud that seemed to glow with sex energy. Her thighs were spasming as the intense pressure on her clit was driving her into near continuous climax. Her nasty young cunt drooled cream while her pretty mouth drooled spit.

Tracy, naked on the stairs, rubbing her hands up and down her own thighs started gliding down toward her precious companion. She quietly approached Missa and silently kneeled directly before the alter of Missa's pleasure place. She whispered, "It's me, dear. I love you! I love what we've become." Next her head moved forward and her mouth became affixed to delicate folds, ridges, contours and one flamingly tight and hard clitoris.

As Tracy bent to her work Pete, wildly jerking off, is gawking through the window. He sees a dripping cunt getting lapped by a hungered mouth. Missa's hands were holding her own cone-shaped little titties and massaged them furiously. She concentrated on making very hard pinches to her fat, cherry sized and colored nipples. Each time she squeezed one her butt jerked up a little pushed her twat harder against Tracy's face. Soon Tracy was poking her sharpened tongue in and out Missa's pussy hole and driving her friend crazy. Pete watched Missa's thighs vibrate while he also watched Tracy's lovely, full ass wag and hump as she cunt sucked Missa. Tracy had one hand cupping her own gushing sex while the other was now poised with two fingers poked against Missa's hungry-looking butthole. Pete's eyes widened as those two fingers plunge cleanly and smoothly into that beautiful backsex.

Missa started bucking like a colt with a massive cum; as did Peter Seaton. She, pouring hot frothy jizm into Tracy's mouth. He, jerking his hips splashed his wasted young seed slap up against the clapboard walls of the house. Pete was staggered outside the window by what he had seen and done. He crashed back into the bushes and stumbled back up onto the walkway.

The girls startled when they heard the rustle outside. A moment later they jumped at the doorbell. Then Missa hissed, "The darn pizza. Cripes, Trace go stand up the stairs, I'll slip on a shirt and get the food."

Missa stood up and pulled on light cotton night shirt and boxer shorts. She walked over to the door and pulled it open. She stood with the light behind her, cheeks aglow, freshly cum, still breathing hard. Her tiny boobs were almost entirely visible against the backlight. Her nipples thrust through like the fabric wasn't there.

Pete's eyes fell across the incredible lines of this being before him. She oozed warm sexuality and smiled broadly right at him when she realized who it was with the pizza. Missa noticed how disheveled he looked and saw the trampled bush and understood right away what Pete was watching moments earlier. She grabbed Pete by the shirt and dragged him into the house, closing the door. She put her fingers to her lips and whispered. "Stay!"

Missa grabbed the pizza and walked toward the kitchen. As she walked past Tracy, hidden in the stairway, she raised a finger to shoosh her, too. The pizza delivered to the kitchen, Missa picked up the money and came back by Tracy and dropped it to the floor. She looked up at Pete, grinned and turned around to bend for the money. In the kitchen she had removed the boxers and Pete was treated with a full on view at the 'heart' of Missa's behind and thighs, her mons protruding as she squeezed her thighs together. She actually made her little asshole wink right at him.

Tracy watched her friend's performance silently and could only image that soon she'd be seeing another cock. She thought that the anal sex that Vic had put to her was great, but her pussy was aching for the final barrier to fall. Whoever was at the door was going to take her 'actual' cherry and that thought made her puss started to dribble freshly down her thigh.

Pete was about out of his mind as Missa approached him with the money. She shoved the money into his pants pocket, pushing her hand all the way in and fondling his stiff willie through the fabric She mashed her nearly naked body right up against his chest and started flexing her legs so that her thigh was pushed up against his nuts while her perfect, hard little titcones burned sex up and down his chest. Her mouth opened and with her other hand she clutched the back of Pete's head and drug it to hers in a deeply passionate kiss.

Three

The long time young friends were entwined like long-time lovers. Missa's svelte body writhed against the tall lanky teen as their tongues attacked each other with unleashed ardor and desire. They were moaning and groaning; Pete's hands explored all of Missa's slim back outside and then inside the loose tee shirt that barely covered her. His hands went everywhere. He cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her body tighter on his, using his hands to grind her hips against his leg and his achingly hard cock.

From the stairway Tracy could hear the moaning and rustling and was palming her own saturated sex as she listened. Not being able to stand it any longer, she peeked around the corner just in time to see Missa sliding down Pete's body as she was yanking down his pants. She saw Missa reach back up to the elastic rim of his briefs and then saw the surprised bob of Missa's head when Pete's stiff dick exploded out of confinement. She watched Missa recover and then gobble down the pretty penis like, well, like nothing she'd ever experienced.

Missa looked at the long narrow cock and admired how pretty and proud it looked. Compared to the only other dick she'd ever seen this close, her father's only hours ago, this one was pretty. Dad's was manly and virile and tough, she loved it inside her, but Pete's boyness made his different in those ways. She lightly kissed the tip like one kisses a baby - loving and happy. Then she swept the entire penis fully into her mouth. When it struck at her throat she started working it with her swallowing muscles and got it snaked in even more. Her lips were against Pete's curly brown pupes, and she continued to swallow, drawing him tighter. Her tongue was wrapping round the smooth cockskin jammed in her throatcunt.

Tracy could see the bulging from the boy's cock in friend's throat, and couldn't understand how Missa was even breathing. Pete was leaned up against the door, his pants and shorts around his ankles his hands entwined in blond hair, fondling the head that was giving him his first ever cock suck. His hips were lewdly hunched forward as the little girl sucked him like a Dyson. His head was lolled over, his eyes slammed shut and he grunted each time that Missa 'hickied' his cock another millimeter down her throat.

Tracy slipped to the chair and assumed the position that Missa had been in before, she split her beaver with one leg over and chair arm and started to really goose her own sex at the amazingly sexy and lewd display at hand.

Missa finally ceased her sucking action and soon enough gagged out the intruding meatstick. Along out with it came a huge gob of saliva that mostly plopped on to her cotton clad breasts. Long trails of the goo stretched between his slimy cock, her gasping mouth and her perfect little cone titties.

Four

Pete opened his eyes to look down at Missa but the first thing he saw kept his eyes averted. On the chair across the living room, the perfect, ripe body of Tracy Centares was draped and dripping ten feet away. Missa noticed too, smiled and turned back to the hard dick bobbing at her lips. She reached up with her hands to both stroke the lovely cockmeat and to cup his nearly hairless nutsack. She started to jack off young Pete Seaton as he was watching his number one jack-off dream girl jacking off before his very eyes.

Missa says to the room, "I think that there are two virgins in this room ready to break some new ground. Hmmm. I wonder if they both agree." She looked up at Pete she fastened onto his eyes and queried as she firmly stroked the boy's manhood. "Petey, do you think it would fuck you up for the rest of your life if you take this girl's cherry?"

Pete, sexed up and stunned by the last twenty minutes of his life, just grunts "Ye-uh-nah."

Missa grinned and turned toward Tracy now, her pussy flowing freely and her hand whipping it into foam. She asks "and do you young Tracy Centares take this hot cock to be your very first. To love and remember it forever and more?"

Tracy, fixed eyes with Missa and sharing one thousand additional unspoken words, simply said "I do."

Missa turned back to the penis before her and said, with mock officiality, "You are now pronounced human! Let the fucking begin!" With that she leaned forward and sweetly kissed the steady hard-on like she first did and rose to pull Pete by that cock across the room to where Tracy was. On the way she helped him kick off his shoes and the remains of his pants.

Missa arranged her so that Tracy had her ass off the edge of the low chair, her legs wide split, draped over both arms. Tracy was fondling her own two C-cup boobies, mashing them together and tweaking the stiff, little nipples. Her cunt was slathered with goo that was foamy and bubbly, her lips spread wide, her huge clit like a little cock standing guard above the seductive folds of pinkness below that led to her depths. Missa couldn't help planting a kiss similar to the one she gave Pete on Tracy's hungry and steaming sex. Tracy wiggled her bottom and giggled as the warm lips found their mark.

Then, Missa grabbed Pete's dick again and guided him into position kneeling on a pillow between the thick thighs of the girl on the chair. Missa used her hand to guide the cock right up against Tracy's pussy lips and started to run it up and down the silky heaven hole. Caught up in her own game, Missa proclaimed, "Should there be anyone here that objects to this union let him speak now or forever hold his peace!"

Pete readied himself and started to move his hips forward and heard to his right a very manly voice say "better use this condom, here!"

Five

Six eyes turned abruptly toward the voice at the stairway. It was Vic. He was totally naked; his thick dick framed by his hairy bush of pupes was poised in one hand. He flipped the little packet to Missa and said; "don't you go getting no one pregnant here today, darlin'." Then he stepped past the kids to take a place on the couch one leg up, one down, his back against the arm facing the deflowering chair. "Proceed, by all means" he said as he continued to stoke his own hard-on.

The kids all stared at him. He motioned with his hand for them to 'get on with it'.

They all looked at each other and smiled broadly. Missa unwrapped the latex lid and made a very elaborate show of properly installing it on the turgid young dick. Once it was securely covered, Missa re-aimed the hard weapon at the soft target of Tracy's virgin sex. She lined it up, setting it just into the hole it would soon drive into. Missa got up, and moved to stand behind Pete's back. She was rubbing her slick, sweaty body up and down the boy's thin back and looking right into Tracy's eyes. Missa was vibrating with excitement, "Tracy, are you ready?" she panted out of her mouth.

Tracy, wagged her head up and down and pulled her legs back a little bit more. Her bottom visibly quivered in anticipation.

Missa, gasping into Pete's ear breathed out "Pete, let me do this with you." As she said those words she leaned heavily against the lad's back and in so doing pressed his long, narrow shaft down into Tracy's unused sex hole. Missa watched over Pete's shoulder; kissing and biting at his neck and ear while her diamond-pointed titties bore into his back skin; her gooey, dripping pussy sliding up and down his buttocks leaving wet, sexy girl streaks along his skinny back cheeks. Her hands were stroking across his chest, pecking at his hard little boy nips and stroking Tracy's thigh.