Mildred's Sexual Evolution - Sex Stories

Mildred's Sexual Evolution

... think that I lasted three or four minutes, but it was likely less than two before I felt the familiar stirring and asked Mildred to speed up a bit. Soon, I was asking for a bit more speed as I erupted on my bare chest. The first spurt actually hit my chin, and four of five more spurts had my chest pretty well covered. "O.K., you can stop now, but thanks, that was wonderful."

Mildred was momentarily speechless as she watched the spectacle, but finally she just said, "Oh, I had no idea how that worked. Does all that come out every time?"

"No," I replied, just when I have some good help."

I then was able to reach over and grab my still very damp t-shirt and clean off my chest.

"Seems like you had quite the session with your sister if she got to watch all that. Did you do anything else?"

"No", I lied, "but she did mention that in addition to their breasts, girls like to have the inside of their thighs gently rubbed." I then asked, "Do you want me to see if she's right about that?" But still being careful not to push things too fast, I quickly added, "Or is a little attention to your breasts enough for now?

"A little attention??" she said, "I thought that has been quite a lot, especially for the first time, but sure, your sister seems to know a lot more about girls and boys than I have been allowed to learn up to this point."

Mildred then parted her legs just enough that I could start gently massaging her thighs, carefully staying several inches below her ...

... panties.

"Oh, was your sister ever right," she moaned, "but now you've got me peeing in my pants this feels so good."

"I doubt that's pee," I said, "I would be pretty sure that your 'girl juice.' It's what girls produce when they are aroused to make their insides slippery in case...." Here I tailed off not knowing exactly how I should express my references to various sensitive body parts and their interactions, and I certainly wasn't going say something as crude as, 'get fucked'.

"How can you be sure?" she asked. "It sure feels like pee."

And then, abandoning all caution, I reached through the leg hole of the pantie, took a swipe of the juice off her slippery little slit, and brought it up to her nose. "Sure doesn't smell like pee," she agreed.

You're right, now I've learned something else new. What an education I've received in the past 24 hours, and that includes that your little swipe down there that actually felt pretty good."

"I can do it again if you want, but you can tell me to stop anytime."

"Yes, let's just see what else my mother never told me about boy/girl interactions."

And with that I went back in through her leg hole, but her panties were loose enough that I had no trouble rubbing up and down her now soaking wet mound. After eliciting some very satisfied moans, I slid up a little higher and managed to locate her now engorged little clit. Touching it lightly, I heard the biggest sigh yet, but went back down to and made just the most tentative ...