Millie
Millie
Sex Story Author: | Tommy |
Sex Story Excerpt: | She asked me to keep an eye on her place, and to put her mail, and papers in her library. |
Sex Story Category: | Blowjob |
Sex Story Tags: | Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Male / Older Female, Masturbation, True Story |
My next experience occurred a little over a year later in 1962. Sure I still fooled around with some girls my age. Two even allowed me to lick their pussy. But they didn’t react the same way that Sis did, with exception of Sarah, a neighbor of mine.
“He makes my pussy cream” Sarah said as we walked through the woods at the top of the hill, eating our ice cream as we walked. “Wow! can I lick it?” I said as I took a long, loud slurp of my ice cream. Sarah stopped dead in her tracks.
Sarah was fourteen at the time, I was two months past my twelth birthday. Sarah was tall for her age, five, six, and about one hundred twenty pounds. She was pretty and had a set of big tits, skinny waist, and a nice inverted heart shaped ass. She had a short body atop of a pair of legs that never ended. When she wore jeans they were always tight enough to showcase her mound, and they clung to the fat lips, and crease of her pussy. She was wearing a dress that day because that was the school dress code at that time. We had stopped at the ice cream store on our way home from school.
Sarah stood there licking her ice cream and watching me as I took long, long licks of mine. She watched me for several minutes. Then a sly looking smirk appeared on her face. She looked around for a moment. Then she took my hand and led me to Fort Diddle, about fifty feet away. The guys had added a canvas roof, and a small table by this time. When we got inside she handed me her ice cream. She took her coat off, followed by pulling her dress up and taking her panties off. She wiped the table off a little with her hand. Then she neatly laid her panties on the table, and crawled up and sat on them. After she pulled her dress up to her waist exposing her furry little pussy, I handed her ice cream back to her. Sarah took a lick of her ice cream, then looked at me with a sheepish grin. Then suddenly Sarah smeared the ice cream all over her pussy, and inner thighs. She took one last lick, then turned the cone around and inserted the pointed end of the sugar cone into her pussy, pushing it almost all the way to the ice cream. She ran her tongue around the inside of her lips and said, “now eat my ice cream, and if you can make me cum, I just might let you fuck me sometime.”
I wasted no time what so ever. I leaned over and sucked what was left of the ice cream out of the cone, leaving the cone in her pussy. Then I started to lick the melted ice cream she had smeared around her pussy, off of her. Sarah started to squirm as I paid extra attention to her little nub of a clit while I licked her completely clean. Now for some real fun I thought. I stuck my tongue into the cone that was still in her pussy, and wrapped my lips around it. I started to fuck her with the cone. First, just in, and out, then I started to make little circular motions as I moved the cone in, and out of her. Sarah started to fuck me back. Slowly at first, then a little faster until she started slamming her pussy at what was left of the cone. I quickly gobbled the rest of the cone down and tongued her pussy for a few moments. She was almost there I sensed, so I moved to her clit and sucked on it, while at the same time ramming two fingers into her hot little pussy. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, and replaced them with two from the other hand as Sarah started to moan, and fuck my fingers and mouth, quivering, all over as she did. Sarah quickly grabbed her coat and started to bite on the sleeve as her moans turned to muffled cries. Suddenly Sarah’s whole body stiffened with exception of her inner thighs; they were quivering, as was her lower abdomen. She let out a muffled cry as she held her forearm over the coat sleeve in her mouth, and came into my mouth. She slammed her legs closed locking my head between them, with my tongue in her pussy, my nose against her throbbing clit, and my pussy juice smeard fingers rubbing her hard little nipples under her blouse, and bra. Without saying a word Sarah jumped up, quickly dressed, and was out of there within seconds.
My throbbing cock needed to be releived, so I jacked off right there. I was so aroused that it only took a few minutes. I added to the wet spot Sarah left behind. As I look back at that moment, I realize what an incredibly erotic scene that was. The air was filled with the scent of Sarah’s hot, aroused pussy. My cum sprayed across the table; some mingled with Sarah’s juices, and melted ice cream.
I found out later that Sarah was fucking the guy at the ice cream store where we got our ice cream that night. Eating her “ice cream” that one time was the only time Sarah ever allowed me to touch her. This is a good thing however. Sarah started to fuck around with a couple of older guys who were construction workers she met at the diner at the top of the hill. She caught the clapp twice, and got knocked up by her mothers boyfriend.
About this same time, a friend of mine from my neighborhood started delivering newspapers. In those days we didn’t have a local Sunday paper in our small town. The Wednesday paper was the heavy day with the additional advertising. So I helped my friend Dave on Wednesdays. Not far from where I lived there was a short one block street with only about ten houses on it. Dave only had six of the ten to deliver to. Mildred lived near one end of that small street in a small five room house with a detached garage on a double lot.
Mildred had just bought the property a year before, but did not move in until about two weeks before Dave, and I met her. She had lived in an apartment in D. C. where she worked for the government, she was telling Dave and I as he signed her up for his route. Because there were only a few papers on that street, and it was on my way back home, I delivered the Wednesday paper by myself. Mildred’s house was the last one I would deliver to. She would always invite me in for hot cocoa.
Over the next several months Mildred started to open up to me. She told me about her husband who was a military officer, and had been missing since 1953. It was February of 1963 by this time. She asked me to start calling her Millie which was ok with me. At that time I thought nothing about her one way or the other when I first started going to her house on Wednesdays. Sometime around the middle of March, Millie asked me if I could help her with her garden when the weather broke. I said that I could. The weather broke about the end of April.
Millie had always been dressed in lady’s suits, or dresses, and acted prim and proper when I was there. So when Millie answered her door on Saturday morning wearing tight jeans, and a flannal shirt, I was pleasantly surprised. The flannal shirt left nothing to the imagination, it hugged her large braless breasts. Her jeans were tight enough to reveal every curve she had. Millie was about five, eleven, and one hundred thirty five pounds. Her face reminded me of Lois Lane on the TV program “Superman”. She had a perfect body, and beautiful long, long legs. That morning I began to see the real Millie emerge, and I was liking what I was seeing. We worked all day in the garden, breaking only for a lunch of sloppy joes. That evening Millie handed me some money for helping her. Before she opened the back door for me to leave Millie gave me a hug, and pulled me tight against her. She gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. I instinctively turned my head to the right and kissed her back; kissing her on her sweaty left breast well into her cleavage. Millie turned red, and got this startled look on her face. She quickly stepped back, and without a word she opened the door.
The following Wednesday when I arrived with her paper, Millie had a glass of lemonade waiting for me. Millie took the seat directly across from me at her kitchen table. She was wearing a tight dark green silk dress that hugged her so tightly that it did her nearly six foot tall, 36-26-36 figure justice. After a minute or two of silence Millie looked me straight in the eyes, and asked me, “Tommy, why did you kiss me where you did on Saturday?” She didn’t seem angry so I just told her the truth. “Well, I’m not quite tall enough to kiss you back on the cheek, or forehead like you did me. The truth is that I just turned my head to the right and kissed what was in front of me without thinking. I hope I didn’t do anything wrong.” She smiled and said, “no, not really, it just took me by surprise that’s all. a young man your age doesn’t usually kiss a woman my age there.” I could see that she was a little embarrassed by her red face. “Oh I’m sorry, that’s right, that place is just for husbands, and boyfriends”, I said. This caused Millie to laugh hysterically. “Tommy, you’re just too ornery, I’ll bend over for you the next time,” she said. When Millie said that I opened my eyes as wide as I could, and gawked comically at her cleavage. “You need a cold shower young man”, she said laughingly as she led me to the door. True to her word, she bent over and kissed me on my cheeck, and I kissed hers, trying to get as close to her mouth as I could without her noticing.
I went over to Millie’s on Saturday, but she was not home. When I first began to help Millie, she hid a key for me, and if she needed to she would also leave little notes for me there as well. I checked for a note and found one telling me that she would be gone for two weeks.
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