Justin chuckled. “You’re dead right. It has been the only thing on my mind since we started to discuss it on your eighteenth. I would have done it on that night, if you didn’t stop me. You wanted to wait for your party. Remember, your mom left a note saying they wouldn’t be home before midnight. I eventually jacked myself off on the toilet.”
Stacey looked at Justin. “I wanted it to be special, not rushed. I had my period anyway, so it would have been messy. And my breasts were sensitive.”
Stacey waited for him to lock the car and took his hand, leading him to the front door. “Let’s go in then, I’ll need help to get out of this dress, and I see you can’t wait to volunteer.” She took his hand and led the way to the master bedroom.
Stacey wore a sleeveless, sky-blue princess dress with a built-in bra. The back was laced up in a tight fit around her waist. It took Justin some time to unlace the back, with his trembling and sweaty hands. Stacey kept the bodice in place by holding her hands over her breasts.
When Justin was done, she turned around to face him. Then, nervously, she slowly lowered her hands to reveal her breasts to him for the first time ever. He had touched and fondled them since her eighteenth, but always through her blouse and bra, and she had always stopped him from slipping his hands in under her dress, wishing for her ‘big reveal’ after her big party.
She and her mother had been planning her defloration, since Stacey asked her mother to make the appointment at the gynecologist. They deliberately chose a dress which required a second person’s assistance to undress, one that required no bra, so her breasts could be revealed as the dress slipped off to the ground.
Stacey’s heart raced in anticipation, as she saw Justin’s eyes light up and a happy smile grew on his face, as first one, then her second nipple, was exposed, as she slowly lowered her dress.
With all revealed, at least for now, she released her dress when her hands reached her stomach and the dress fell free onto her feet. Dressed now in a petticoat, she slipped her feet out of her shoes, as she stepped out of the dress and towards Justin to lift his chin to close his mouth. She leaned in until their lips made soft contact, waiting for Justin to take her lips with his.
It took Justin a few seconds to thaw out of his frozen state, and with his hands on her bare waist, pulled her closer and hungrily kissed her, her breasts pressing into his chest.
With Stacey’s hands wrapped around his neck, Justin had his hands free to explore her body. He didn’t waste any time in reaching for her breasts, which caused Stacey to purr when his fingers pinched her nipples. After enjoying the sensation, Stacey unwrapped her arms from his neck, and pushed Justin slowly back while ensuring that he continued to cuddle her tits.
She reached for his shirt’s buttons. “You’re overdressed.”
After his shirt had dropped onto the floor, she guided Justin’s hands to the petticoat’s buttons at her back, and reached for his belt herself, to start removing his pants. Justin seized the opportunity to lean in and took a nipple into his mouth. He had been dreaming about this moment, since sex with Stacey became a topic between them on her eighteenth.
Stacey’s knees buckled, the way Justin took her nipple between his lips and swirled his tongue, was better than in her dreams. She didn’t know how she managed to stay upright, maybe Justin supported her. Soon, her petticoat slipped down and Justin’s experienced hands displaced hers at his pants. He, too, was eager to get her undressed.
Justin reluctantly had to interrupt kissing Stacey’s nipple. He tried to work his shoes off his feet, while simultaneously trying to loosen his pants. Stacey seized the opportunity to push him back. With his pants around his knees, he only managed two steps before losing his balance and falling backwards onto Stacey’s parents’ bed. Stacey helped him out of his shoes before pulling his pants off, leaving his socks on his feet.
Stacey looked at his erection, straining to escape from his briefs. “Seems as if you have a prisoner who wants to jailbreak.” She leaned forward and pulled his briefs off and let them fall to the ground.
Justin, now naked except for his socks, took Stacey’s outstretched hands and got back onto his feet. All that was left, was to remove Stacey’s panties, so he reached down. Surprised at what he found, he stepped back and looked at Stacey’s hips, he didn’t expect to see a tight pair of granny pants He exclaimed as if disgusted, “You’re booby-trapped.”
Stacey chuckled and lifted her breasts. “Cannot be, my boobies aren’t trapped.” It was her mother’s idea, and it worked out better than expected. She was still savoring the moment when it was her turn to be pushed onto the bed. Justin wasted no time to take the panties’ waistband and pulled them off her.
Now fully naked, Stacey worked herself further onto the bed, until her head was laying on the pillows. With her finger, she beckoned Justin closer. Justin got onto the bed and shuffled closer. “Let’s not rush this, we’ve got the whole night. Let’s explore each other’s bodies, it will never again be as special as it is tonight.”
“That’s deep, I love you. Thank you for making it easy to delay a bit longer.” Stacey had thought about it and continued to offer her idea. “Let’s start with just kissing and touching. Then you can inspect my breasts, play with them, and see how they react. After that, I’ll love to see what your dick looks like, play with it, and even taste it. When I’m done, you can work my pussy, getting me wet, getting me ready to accept you inside.”
Without saying a word, Justin leaned in, meeting Stacey’s lips, while slowly working his hand towards her breast. Stacey’s hand drifted to Justin’s dick with the aim to wrap around it for the first time.
It was Stacey, who guided Justin’s lips towards her breasts, eager to move onto the next phase of discovery. Justin was fascinated by the darker hue of her areola. It was much lighter when she had slid her dress off. He blew softly over her nipples, wet from his saliva, and was captivated to see how the areolae contracted. He wondered how they would react, if they were rubbed with ice. He patiently played and waited for Stacey to move on.
The stimulation of her breasts, which weren’t used to the amount of ministrations they received, became too much for Stacey, and she decided to move on. She pushed Justin away from her breasts, and onto his back. Then she crawled in between his legs and wrapped her hand around his rock-hard dick. Only then, did she notice that her hand couldn’t wrap entirely around his dick, and realized that the large phallus in her hands, would soon be filling her virgin pussy. Doubt started to swirl through her mind, fighting with her desire to keep exploring. Its length was longer than the width of her hand, almost as long as the width of both her hands combined. Squeezing it, a pearl of pre-cum formed on the tip. She touched the blob, intrigued by the silk-like thread it pulled, when she brought her finger to her tongue to taste it. She leaned forward and licked off what remained on the tip, and was surprised by the twitch reaction.
Another pearl formed when she pulled his foreskin down, surprised to see the helmet was purple. The twitching intensified, as she spread the slippery blob over the purple helmet.
With a turbulent mind, she flopped onto her back, her knees bent and her feet slightly apart. Justin read the signs, it was his turn to explore her pussy. He kneeled between her legs – it was his first view of her hairy pussy, of any pussy. First of all, he parted the hair and noticed the glimmering split between the lips. Her juices pulled their own silky strands when he pulled the lips apart.
The dark folds inside surprised him, as sex-education illustrations showed them as pink. A lighter patch caught his eye, ‘the hymen’ flashed through his mind. He worked his hand higher to where her clitoris should be. The hood looked like a cape over a head, and he pulled it back, as if he wanted to expose the head. A glimmering button appeared, he leaned in to smell it and then he licked it. Stacey’s body stiffened, and she exhaled deep after holding her breath for a second or two. Stacey’s body shook as he lapped her pussy from bottom to top, gathering her juices and swirling it in his mouth when he was done.
His tongue probed into her hood, and he must have hit the mark. Stacey’s body tensed and started to shake as an orgasm erupted inside her. Her legs clamped onto his head and only started to release, when she started breathing again.
Stacey’s hands reached for Justin’s head. She was afraid to do this, but her urges were stronger, compelling her to pull his head closer to hers. Working his boner closer to her virgin vagina. The delay when his lips kissed her nipples, was a welcome relief, but her need for sex urged her on, to pull his head even closer, to have his lips on hers.
Relieved when their lips met and his tongue was hungrily exploring her mouth, she reached down. His erection was near her anus, and she guided it to her vagina. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, as she pulled the foreskin back.
Justin’s lips parted, he needed to concentrate. It was a big moment, the first time that he’d claim a pussy. This was the only pussy he wanted to claim in his entire life. He slid his hands under her back and curled his fingers around her shoulders. Then he started to push, slowly to allow Stacey to adapt, to react if she felt any pain.
Stacy felt how the pressure on her vagina increased, and gripped harder onto Justin’s cock, pulling it back, but only succeeding in pulling his foreskin even further back. A pain, as if a sting, grew; it connected with her rosebud which contracted in sympathy. The pressure continued to build up and she clenched her teeth, a tear ran down her temple. She tried to open her eyes to look Justin in his eyes when he burst through to victory, but the strain to handle the pain forced her eyes to close even tighter.
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