His Nasty Little Pussy

Around three o’clock in the morning, I woke up and had a sudden rush of excitement. I was determined to get in Lacey’s pants, and I crept down the hallway into her room. Part of me felt like a creepy perv sneaking into her room like that, but I wanted her so badly I just couldn’t stop myself.

I dropped to my knees beside her bed. I lifted her covers and peered carefully underneath. She was lying on her back with her nightgown pushed up above her stomach, revealing pink floral panties. Cautiously, I slipped my hand under the covers and laid my hand over her lower abdomen. She stirred briefly and then went motionless.

Very carefully, I let my hand slip underneath the waistband of her panties. I could feel a slight tuft of hair, but her mound was mostly smooth. Slowly, I let my hand slide further into her panties. My fingers were over her pussy lips, and I prodded gently, trying to open them.

Finally, my middle finger managed to slip inside her labia, and I felt the warm moistness of her slit. My finger pressed against her clit, and I rubbed it gently. She muttered something in her sleep, and I tensed. But she fell silent once more and I continued. I slipped my finger just inside her pussy, gathering a small amount of the wet juices which were just beginning to flow. I pulled my wet finger up to her clit and began to massage it gently. A very light gasp escaped her lips, but she didn’t awaken.

My finger slipped back and forth over her button, slowly at first, and then increasing in speed. Her hips began to writhe back and forth, and she moaned quietly. I wanted to taste her. I had never licked a girl’s pussy before, and I was overwhelmed with the desire to taste her sweetness.

Very slowly, I lifted her covers out of the way and let them fall off the end of the bed Her breasts were round and tempting underneath the fabric of her nightgown, and her flat stomach rose and fell temptingly with each breath. Anxiously, I grasped the waistband of her panties and tugged. It was difficult, but I managed to slip them off without waking her.

I lay down on my stomach at the foot of her bed and gently pushed her legs apart. Using my fingers, I pulled her pussy lips apart and saw her cunt for the first time. The lips were bald and smooth, her button was erect and glistening, and her lips were pink and rosy. I lowered my face and sniffed, breathing her glorious scent. My tongue pressed cautiously against her clit. A light gasp escaped her lips, and I flicked my tongue against it.

At first, I teased her clit slowly and gently. My tongue barely touched her, and it moved lazily up and down. Her breathing began to speed up, and my tongue moved faster in response. I swirled it around and around her clit in circles, and her hips began to thrust against me in response.

My cock was rock hard, and I began to rub it against her bed. I could just imagine myself sliding my hard cock inside her juicy virgin pussy, tearing her maidenhood, and shooting my load inside her. I wanted her to cum.

I pressed my tongue flat against her clit and began to rub it up and down, pushing hard against her. She groaned loudly, and her heels dug into her mattress, pushing her pussy against my face. My tongue moved faster and faster, and her breath began to escape in shuddering gasps. Her legs trembled, and I could feel her entire crotch throbbing under my tongue. She gasped loudly, and her entire body began to tremble as she orgasmed. Somehow, by a miracle from God, she didn’t wake up.

My cock was aching painfully, and it throbbed and pulsed, desperate to thrust inside her tight, wet cunt. I knew I could take her I could shove my hard cock inside her and take her virginity before she even knew what happened. But I couldn’t do that to her. I felt guilty enough taking advantage of her while she was sleeping, even though I’d just given her an incredible orgasm. As desperately as I wanted to fuck her, I couldn’t do it that way. I wouldn’t.

Feeling the sting of guilt and remorse, I tried to put her panties back on her. She stirred several times, and I knew there was no way I could get them back on her without waking her. I couldn’t leave her panties there for her to find, so I slipped them in my pocket and pulled her blankets back over her.

Back in my room, I held her panties to my nose and breathed deeply. Her scent lingered on them, and it tempted me. I remembered the honey-sweet taste of her juices on my tongue and the shuddering gasps she made when she orgasmed, and I came with her panties still covering my face.

The next morning, she greeted me at the breakfast table as though nothing unusual had happened. I don’t know what she thought when she woke up with no panties on, but she didn’t ask me about it. I felt I’d gotten away with it, and I made up my mind to never touch her without permission again.

I was aching to get her alone again, but our parents were home for most of the week. It was Thursday night before they left again to attend a cocktail party at the home of my dad’s boss.

After they left, I sat down on the couch and picked up the remote. I turned the television on and started switching through the channels, hoping Lacey would join me. Sure enough, she sauntered into the room wearing nothing but her long sweater and panties. She plopped down on the couch beside me and tossed her legs over my lap.

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“There’s a dirty movie on Skinemax,” I said slyly.

“Ooh! Sounds good!” she said.

I turned the channel, and we watched as a guy banged his secretary on his desk. Her large breasts bounced as he pounded against her, and she moaned loudly, repeating, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” “That’s so fake,” Lacey muttered.

“How do you know?” I asked her.

She blushed.

“Well, I don’t,” she admitted. “But it just seems fake for her to be saying ‘Yes, Yes’ over and over.”

“I guess so.”

“What? You like that?” she asked incredulously.

“Well, it’s nice when she sounds like she likes it,” I explained.

“Even if it sounds fake like that?”

“It doesn’t sound all that fake to me.” She scoffed.

“I’d never made noises like that,” she said. “It would be embarrassing.”

“Really?” I teased. “How about we find out?”

“You wish!”

“I do, as a matter of fact,” I told her.

She was quiet, contemplative.

“Jace, I have to confess something,” she said.

“Oh?”

“I was awake when you came into my room.”

My stomach lurched, and I felt my face burning.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad. I… I enjoyed it.”

“Really? Well… can I do it again?” I asked, hopeful.

“No, I don’t think so. I… I almost let you go too far.” “I won’t go any further than you let me,” I promised her.

“But I’m afraid I’ll let you go farther than I want you to.”

Her legs still draped across my lap, I put my hand on her thigh and tried to slip it between her legs. She clamped them together tightly.

“Come on, Lace!” I begged.

“No, Jace,” she argued. “I’m scared.”

“Just let me touch you,” I urged her. “That’s all. Just let me finger you.”

“No!” she insisted, pressing her knees together.