How Mildred became Millie (edited) - Sex Stories

How Mildred became Millie (edited)

... wonderful, firm breasts while I began to plunge in an out of her.

Soon she was moaning and gasping with pleasure as she built toward her second orgasm of the day. I felt that if I slowed down, I could last longer than she did; and then perhaps bring her to another orgasm when I came. I slowed and would bury myself as deep as possible and hold it there before pulling back until I was right at her sensitive lips where I would again linger before repeating. This soon had the desired effect and Millie began to tremble as her moans increased in both speed and volume. Soon, she was in the throes of a truly powerful orgasm, and it was all I could do not to come with her.

I somehow managed to hold off, which Millie noticed and said, "But you didn't come too. Did I do something wrong? For me that was by far the strongest of all the orgasms I've had with you." "No," I said, "I just wanted to hold off so maybe I could give you another one when I came. I'll just stay in you like this until you say you're ready." So, I continued to gently rock back and forth for a minute or so before ...

... Millie said, "I'm ready, let's go for it!"

And go for it we did! I sped up but continued to minister to her breasts before taking one hand and reaching around to find her clit. I could feel that I had gone past the 'point of no return' and just hoped that my attention to her clit would bring her to orgasm fast enough. In the end, it was my first blast into her love canal that set her off to an orgasm as good as the first one.

Then it was back into the water, dry off in the sun, and head up to my house for the promised dinner with my family. They all seemed to like her and she them. I never did tell Millie what my little sister had said about her before my first date; but later Millie said Becky had told her and apologized for it. Then apparently, Millie replied that what Becky had said was true at the start of our date, but told Becky that she had a very nice brother who had changed her in a hurry -something she was very grateful for.

And so began my personal 'Summer of Love". Quite a few years after the famous one in San Francisco, but ours lasted far more than one summer.