You Made Me Cum About Ten Times - Sex Stories

You Made Me Cum About Ten Times

... through my mind, but only one thought went to my dick… The sunlight was bright enough that she kept her eyes turned away from the doors… she never knew I was watching. When I saw, and heard, her having an orgasm, I set the bowl of chili on the patio table and walked back home. Ten minutes later, I sent her a text, “Did you find the bowl of chili I left for you?” The return text read, “Yes, I did. Thank you. It’s still hot, when did you bring it?” “About 15 minutes ago. I was going to say ‘hi’ but I could see you were….. ‘busy’.” It was probably another ten minutes before she responded, “You saw me?” “Every beautiful inch.” “OMG!” “No problem, I have to do that, too. I’m single, remember?” “OMG! I can’t believe this. Please don’t say anything to Al.” “No problem, enjoy the chili… and I’ll enjoy the sight embedded in my memory.” I didn’t hear anything else from Nancy that evening. The next day, I got a text, “Chili was very good. Supper’s on me this evening. My place, ok?” “Wonderful. Do I need to “dress” up?” “Whatever…. I’ll be dressed the same as yesterday.” “Sounds fantastic to me. I’ll plan on doing the same.” “Ok… eyes only, though. No sex.” “Grrrrr… but I can live with that. 5 o’clock?” “5 is fine.” When I tapped on the glass door, Nancy waved for me to come in. She was at the kitchen range, wearing an apron, only. Her fine, wide ass made my dick stand at attention, immediately. I removed my light robe and laid it on the back of a dining room chair. “Wow!” she pointed ...

... at my stiffie, that didn’t take long.” “He likes your ass… and your tits… and that sweet little bush down there.” “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. Sit right there, I’ll put the chicken and dumplings on the table.” “Mind if I pet him a little? If I don’t, I’ll probably get splinters from the underside of the table.” She set the big bowl on the table and smiled, “Here, let me do it. That way we can eat while it’s still hot.” Nancy took my rod in one hand and my nut sack in the other. She stroked it for a minute or so, then dropped to her knees. Her small mouth was full when she engulfed about half of Ol’ Fat Boy. Another thirty seconds, she was pulling cum from my toes and lungs, out the end of my hard cock. It wasn’t her first rodeo… she never lost a drop. “Whew! I’ve had blow jobs before, but never had one that good. I thought you said ‘no sex’ this evening.” She stood and began spooning the food into the plates, “That’s right. You have to remember, Bill and Monica swore that blow jobs weren’t sex. I’ll accept that. Now, eat.” After the delicious meal, I asked, “What about if I eat you, would that be having sex?” “I’m not worried about getting splinters. I don’t think it would be a good idea. This is Al’s pussy, Don. For now, I think it better stay that way.” We watched a little TV and had some strawberry shortcake for dessert. She teased me by licking the whipped cream with her tongue, and scraping the skin off the berries with her teeth. It was easy to see that she was ...