The Virgin Orgy

"Don't worry, she'll get here."
Joe made another nervous circuit of the tiny living room's rug.
"Her work could have let her off late." Joe theorized; "... or she
couldl have gotten cold feet!"
"Quit fidgeting. All that pacing is giving me a headache." Liz
shook her head; "Jesus, Joe, she was only due off work five minutes ago,
and Perkins is a ten minute drive."
Liz was always rather moody, and always a degree calmer than Joe.
But she was a good friend, and always had been to Joe ever since they'd
met as juniors in high school.
She was the only girl Meredith would agree to let Joe move out with,
being that Liz was a lesbian, after his parents kicked him out during
his rather abysmal attempt at college.
Meredith, Joe's girlfriend and the foundry of the night's anxiety,
found a rather comfortable niche in the relationship. Two years younger
than either Joe or Liz, Meredith persevered the teasing, playful lesbian
advances of Liz with a joking humor, and Joe tolerated this. Liz never
let it go beyond a pet name, an invited seat in her lap, or a peck on
the cheek. Together Liz and Joe conspired to help Meredith, get a job at
Perkins and save so that she could move out with them after her last
year in high school. A denouement which she finally reached this night.
This alone was a cause for anxiety, but there was more, and both Liz,
Joe, and Meredith knew it. Both Joe and Meredith were virgins. Her
father sternly insisted on their leaving the door open to her room
whenever they were up there, and they did not dare risk getting Meredith
preggers until she was at least out of her father's grasp.
Tonight it was generally agreed that they would lose their virginity
--together. The one-bedroom sittuation did complicate things, but it
was the best that their limited financial sittuation could afford them.
Perhaps, Joe thought hopefully, Liz would spend the night graciously on
the couch.
"Would you sit down please?? Five minutes, I promise you five
minutes and we'll call the cops or something!"
Liz was rather pretty. She had longish, straight black hair that
shadowed her small face. Her chin was a bit broad, and her cheekbones a
bit high, but that gave her a sort of jaded-cute air which was
compatible with her punk-rocker-lesbian persona and her black white
makeup and black lipstick and fingernail polish. She was, it was true,
a bit overweight, but that was mostly due to her short stature. Her
skin was ivory white skin and very plush, and she had small hands and
feet.
Liz was dressed up for the occasion, or at least as dressed up at Liz
got. She wore a red floral print dress that, completely inevitably,
displayed the succulent folds between her 30-D breasts. Her long legs
and cute little bare feet were clad in fishnet hose. Her petite toes
were cute, the nails glistening with black polish, and they were soft
and perfect in the palm of the hand. Despite her general no-touch air,
she'd let him rub her feet once. In fact, she'd insisted on it.
The doorbell rang!
"She's here!" He sprang for it, but Liz beat him there with a smirk.
"Hi, Liz!" Meredith chirped, spreading her arms around the short
girl. Great, she'd beat him to that too! Meredith was a great
girlfriend. Not nearly as well endowed as Liz, but more wholesome, and
more generally pretty. Plus much, much warmer to men. She had short,
darkish-blond hair, a tall, but thin build, and large hands and full,
red lips.
"Hi Honeeeeyyyy." She said, giving him a big hug and planting a
prudish kiss on his cheek. "I got off early so I could get here as soon
as possible."
"And look what I brought" She said, handing him a tape. "Picked it
up on my break. 'Threesome'; supposed to be good. Thought we could
watch it after supper."
"Great." Joe said. "Hey, as a matter of fact, speaking of dinner, I
think it's almost ready. I hope you like pasta."
"Like it fine."
They filed into the kitchen, Joe lagging behind with Meredith, and
Liz rushing ahead to grab the plates and forks.
"Table set?" Joe asked.
"You set it twice. Couple of hours ago." Liz said.
Joe strained the fettucinne noodles, and plopped them back into the
pot.
"Anything you need me to do?" Meredith asked.
"No." Joe said; "Everything's pretty much set."
"Actually" Liz said; "you can grab a ladle. I think there's one in
the bottom drawer next to the bread board."
"I'll get it." Joe said, grabbing it and a tongs on the way to the
table by shifting the sauce and the noodle pans to one hand. He set
both down on the table, laying the ladle in the sauce pan and the tongs
in the fettucinne pan. He moved towards Meredith as she came to the
table and just as he did a pair of small hands reached out and pulled
back his girlfriend's chair.
"Thanks!" Meredith said, sitting down between Joe and Liz.
Joe made to serve her, but Liz had already plopped a generous helping
of noodles and sauce before her. On his way back from getting a pop at
the fridge, Joe offered her some parmesan they had in the back, which
both Liz and Meredith allowed him to sprinkle over their fettucinne.
"Mmmm..." Meredith said, sucking in her first bite of the pasta.
"Did you make this sauce yourself, hon?"
"No." Liz put in; "He bought it canned at the store. He was going to
make it himself, but was too afraid he'd screw it up."
Meredith giggle, patting Joe on the shoulder. "How cute."
Joe blushed. The sittuation was steadilly worsening. Meredith
brought up a few customers she'd waited on at the restaurant; a couple
with a cute baby, and an old man who refused to pay fifty cents for a
cup of joe that used to cost a nickle in his day. The small talk
drifted and died like a flurry in September. There wasn't much to talk
about; the weather was average for this time of year, traffic was
mundane but usual, and nothing of much interest had been going on in the
news for weeks.
"So, do you two think you'll be doing it through the front door or
the back door tonight?" Liz asked at last, smirking as rouge spread
across their faces. Liz always prided herself on being obnoxious and,
Joe knew, hated it when hetero couples did it anal.
Great! Joe thought; she's ruined it! Now Meredith'll think I've
been bragging to Liz all about her.
"Depends on whether or not this pasta gives me gas I suppose."
Meredith said, demurely taking a sip of her Mountain Dew. Joe glared in
disbelief, and Liz laughed. Noone spoke as the dinner concluded.
As they finished, Joe politely took the dishes to the sink and filled
it up with hot water and soap. Washing the pots and pans, he listened
as Liz and Meredith watched tv. Finally, he put Meredith's plate on the
drying rack, and walked into the living room. It was dark, except for
the lumination of the tele.
"And this nerve here coordinates right to your head." Liz said,
rubbing Meredith's pantyhose-clad toe. Great! Now she was giving his
girlfriend a foot massage!
"Oh, great, Joeseph, you're back!" Meredith said. "Now we can watch
the movie. Would you mind popping it in?"
Joe nodded and popped the tape into the VCR. He sat down next to
Meredith, and pressed play.on the remote. She curled up next to him,
putting her head against his arm. As the show started, he could see
Liz's head up against his girlfriend's leg, at the base of her long
feet, which Meredith twitched, ruffling locks of black hair. Why was he
feeling a twinge of jealousy.
Threesome wasn't a half bad flick, but the apartment was warm, and
the spaghetti meals didn't do wonders to keep him awake.
After the movie was finished, Liz got up and stretched.
"You up?" Meredith asked.
"Yeah."
"I think Joe's gone to sleep."
"Was that him snoring? I just thought the tracking on the VCR was
off."
There was a short pause.
"We might as well go to bed, I suppose." Liz said.
"What about Joe?" Meredith asked.
"Oh, don't wake him, he'll drift in." Liz said. "He usually gets up
in the middle of the night." That comment irked Meredith a little.
Someone else had been sleeping with Joe before she had, and even if it
wasn't sexual...
"Oh, and don't worry about me." Liz added; "I sleep like a log when I
get to it."
Meredith nodded. She slipped off the couch, stretched, and
followed Liz to the bedroom, picking up her bag. She laid her nightee
out on the double bed, and went into the bathroom to comb her hair and
brush her teeth. When she came out, there was Liz, dressless, in only
brah and panties.
"I sleep this way." Liz said. "Don't care, do you?"
Meredith uneasilly shook her head.
"Here." Liz said; "Let me help you out of all this."
Before Meredith knew what was happening, her work shirt was off, and
tiny hands were brushing back her hair, removing the clasp on her
brah... Liz humped her heaving tits against her best friend's
girlfriend's back, coveting her luscious little-girl tits with her
hands.
"Have you ever had dreams of fucking me?" Liz whispered, licking at
the younger girl's tiny earlobe.
"Yes." Meredith admitted. "Would... would it be okay if maybe we
just played around a bit... you know... It could be a sort of..." she
blushed. An affair? In her own appartment?
Liz pursed her lips. "Hmm... Let me get a better look at you, my
love."
She moved around so that she could fully view Meredith. She gently
guided the girl's hands away from her virgin tits.
"You tan, don't you?"
"Y --yes. Why?"
"Your tits are as tan as the rest of you."
She caught Meredith's eyes roving the valleys of her cleavage.
"I can see you're curious too. Go ahead, Mer, touch them."
Meredith reached out a tentative hand, cupping a breast. Gradually,
she became more bold, exploring and kneeding Liz's generous contours.
Liz inflated her chest, making herself look even more impressive as the
breasts bouyed out.
"Go ahead." Liz said; "You can do anything you want."
Meredith tore off the brah cup, lashing at the huge, corpulent pink
nipples with her teeth and her tongue.
"OOoooooooOOOOOoooh yeah." Liz said, lying back. As soon as her new
girlfriend's hungers had been temporarilly saited, she drew Meredith up
into a deep, warm french kiss, then tarried to suck on her friend's
tender, virgin tits.
"Oh yeah." Meredith said. "Liz, this is everything I wanted. I love
you, Liz."
"I love you too, Mer." She whispered into her ear, before chomping
down on the earlobe as Meredith held back a whimper of ecstacy. She was
suddenly arare of a tentative, steady, friction against her leg....
this virgin slut was dry-fucking her!
"This is nothing, Mer. Wait to see how far we CAN go!" She pushed
the girl back, planting tentative kisses across her shoulder, along her
neck, down her belly, inside her belly button... She pulled the fabric
of the skirt away, and regarded the garder belt she wore, and the
beautiful, hairless vagina; no panties.
"It was for Joe." Meredith said. "I wanted to surprise him, but I
suppose we still can."
Liz dug in, exploring the moist, sweet-tasting valley between her
legs with her adept tongue.
"Let me too!" Meredith exclaimed; "Oh, Liz, let me taste your
cunt-juices!"
Liz smiled, and shifted position, so Meredith could taste her too.
Together, they ate ravenous pussy.
An omenous creak at the door heralded emminent disaster.
"Meredith..." Joe said, looking at his best friend and his
girlfriend heaped over each other like a couple of garden-variety porn
queens.
"Oh, Joe, Joe!" Meredith exclaimed; "I wish you could feel this
goood!"
"He can have a part." Liz said, not taking her face from
pussy-slurping duty. "Rub my feet."
"What??" Joe asked.
"You heard me. Rub my feet, and I'll let you beat off while you
watch me fuck your little girlfriend before you even get a chance too."
Joe wanted to yell, to shout, to kill Liz, but he couldn't bare to.
This spectacle was simply too beautiful, too grand. It was the two
women he loved the most joined together in the ultimate act of love. Joe
positioned himself at the head of the bed, unzipped and removed his
pants and underwear.
He wanted in on the oral action too! He took Liz's foot in one hand,
and wanked on his dick in the other. He rubbed the tiny sole as he
watched his girlfriend's face dip rhythmically into Liz's black cunt.
He wanted a little oral action to. He put her foot to his mouth,
nibbling around the edge, and giving the big toe a little oral action,
pumping the black-nailed toe in and out like it was some ebony-headed
dick. Liz gasped, and dug her face ravenously into his girlfriend's
love organ.
Meredith's breathing became heavy and eratic. "Oh oh, Joe! Oh Liz!
Oh, I'm about to... to..."
"Oh, no you don't!" Joe said. He sprang forward and did the only
thing he could do, and sprung forward, diving on to Liz. With one
pelvic thrust, he made for her wet pussy, but missed by an inch. His
dick dove right into her tight, pink asshole.
"Unnnnnggghhhhh!" Liz moaned, swooning forward. She put up no
resistance! Joe pumped in tentatively. His sensitive dick jumped at
the sensation. This was ecstacy! Liz countered, shoving her ass back
to bury Joe in as far as he could go. He could feel Meredith sucking at
his balls. He pulled the head out, and she lovingly licked it clean of
grit and shit. He sprung back in again with renewed vigor. This time
he slid a little bit easilly in.
As he pumped back and fourth, building up which each mounting thrust,
he lay down on her, squeezing her tits in his hands and playing with the
nipples.
"Joe..." Liz gasped. "Joe, I love you."
"I love you too. I love both of you."
"From now on" Meredith said; "We're all boyfriend and girlfriends."
"Yes! Yessss!" Liz said.
"Oh, oh that tasted good!" Meredith said. Joe pumped faster and
faster against Liz's white ass. Meredith licked the base of his cock as
it went in and out. Suddenly she grabbed it, letting him ram his meat
down her hungry throat. Joe drew Liz's head back, kissing his best
friend deeply. As Meredith swallowed him up, and Liz's tongue fucked
his throat, he pumped loads of salty white semen sliding down her
throat. He fell forward on to Liz's back, exhausted.
Liz gathered them up, letting them both have a breast to suck.
"That was wonderful." She cooed lighting up a cig. "Maybe we can do
it again. I have some friends who'd love to join in..."