Hot Summer Job/Tickle Rissa and make her forget about the pain
Larissa begins to squirm beneath you. At the very least she looks uncomfortable. With how tight her pussy is constricting your dick you can only imagine that you're stretching her just as much. Still, maybe you can distract her.
You reach up and scratch at Larissa's neck. She laughs at your tickling with a stupid smile, scrunching her shoulders up and stiffening her body surprised by your fingers. You even feel her tiny virgin snatch squeeze your cock as she becomes more tense. The alcohol must have relaxed her, but you can hardly believe that she was so sedated with how tight she was. You wouldn't have wanted to try this if she was sober.
But the sensation of Larissa's tiny pussy squeezing your cock is exquisite. You pull your hand back and wait a few seconds so she can relax again before launching a new attack at her side. Dancing just below her ribs makes her twist a bit and tightens her pussy even more around your length at rest inside her.
Rissa's drunk little laugh is weirdly cute. She flails her arms about uselessly and shifts her legs around your hips. You can't help but continue to torture her like this, impaled on your cock, tickling her stripped and vulnerable body while she smiles and giggles happily. You toy with her with another minute or two of grope-rest-repeat. You're pretty sure you could cum just from the tickle-kegels she's performing on your shaft. But you want more.
"Okay, okay," you offer, raising your hands in the air. "I'll stop. And I promise that this next part won't tickle."
"Mmmm..." Larissa purrs, staring up at you glassy eyed.
You run the tip of your thumb down the top of the base of your shaft until you bump into Larissa's sex. You bump up against one of her squishy labia then sink your thumb in between the pair of lips already spread wide by your cock. Having gathered a bit of lube from your shaft, you rub your thumb in a slow steady circle over the grade schooler's clit, paying close attention to her face. At first she doesn't react. She lays motionless while you work her clit. It takes a good thirty seconds before she pushes up off of the air mattress trying to look at what you're doing. But by that time she quickly gives up, throwing her arms up to the side and collapsing back onto the bed. Her legs slowly begin to writhe around you, her arms similarly drifting no where atop the sheets. She tosses her head to the left. Then to the right. It seems you're getting her attention now.
"I'm so tingly..." she mumbles with her eyes closed.
"Yeah, me too," you reply with only a hint of condescension.
You give a gentle push with your hips while continuing to stimulate Larissa, wanting to sink more of your meat inside her. She winces as you thrust into her, her stretched labia trying to fold up inside her despite all the lube. Looks like you've well and fully stuffed her already, barely halfway in.
Gripping the base of your shaft with your free hand, sandwiching your hand between your balls and Rissa's pussy lips, you pull back to begin fucking her through your grip, acting as an extension of her pussy. Like a booster seat for your cock. You get a few clean pumps in her when the most delicious aroma hits your senses.
....pizza?
Coming out of your focused daze, you realize Bree and Kylie are standing at the end of the room with two pizza boxes, already stuffing their faces. Kylie is still bottomless. Bree is still sporting her strap-on.
"Wait, the pizza guy was here?!" you ask incredulously.
Kylie chuckles. "Yea! It was SOOO funny!"
"He wanned muh dicky," blathers Bree, swinging a slice through the air on shaky legs. "I know it!"
"But- how did... he saw you?"
"Yeah! It was awesome!" Kylie replies, excited. "He was kinda cute. And couldn't stop staring at Bree!"
"I said, he wanned it..." spits Bree through a mouthful of cheese.
"Did he see... us?" you ask, nodding to Larissa.
"I dunno. Prolly. So?" responds Kylie indignantly.
She has a point, sort of. He's already gone. You just hope he doesn't come back later.