Dirty Old Pervert 5

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Of all the sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest. Anatole France I slept like a baby that night, after running a good six miles, and doing fifty push ups, fifty stomach crunches and good twenty minute stretching session. Fifty years ain’t that old, but that was enough to knock me out. I got a ton of brown rice and salmon inside me, chased it down with a tiny cup of chocolate ice cream, and then brushed my teeth and fell asleep while reading Michael Connelly.  It was the weekend the next morning and if my information was correct, the Hardy ‘elders’ were out of town that day. I would start casing the joint, so to speak, after lunch though. These girls weren’t early birds, and I decided that my work wasn’t going to do itself while I followed the dictates of my cock. So I refined my course curriculum for the summer group online tutoring thing all morning, while having enough thick, dark coffee to make me jittery.  I got a text from Pooja saying ‘The coast is clear’ right after I’d wolfed down an egg and cheese bagel sandwich for lunch. I got a boner just from reading that text. I decided that I would continue working till four, and go grab some coffee at the Hardy residence, while I treated myself to a sinful eyeful of the trio of hot young things.  I walked up to their front door, bold with my brass balls attitude, and rang the bell. Savannah opened up and threw me a half playful half lascivious smile. She took my breath away. She had had her hair done professionally and it had a wavy look to it. She was wearing some exotic perfume that kumköy escort bayan combined jasmine and lavender, and she was wearing a tight one piece dress. It was like a single black cloth draped around her torso, showing off her magnificent cleavage, and riding up high, so that most of her thighs were seeing daylight.  I kissed her on the lips, while I placed both my hands behind her, cupping her luscious buttocks. It was a French kiss with lots of tongue action, and it took both our breaths away.  “Give me some coffee,” I asked her, being very provocative in my ogling.  She nodded, and told me to follow her. Pooja appeared from their kitchen, a little red in the face, with a ton of makeup on. Her hair had been done in some special way too, and was silky straight, and presented a soft look. She was wearing a tight green tee shirt, and tiny denim shorts that also showed me most of her brown thighs. I decided to play it bold again. I walked up to her, and pulled her tee shirt up so that I could see her breasts. She had no bra, and I took her dark brown nipple in my mouth, and sucked it for a minute.  I had a grade A, harder than steel, boner, and it poked her when I stopped sucking her nipple and pulled her in to kiss her on the lips. She kissed me back, but her hand darted in between our bodies and played with my cock. We stayed stuck for another minute, and then I remembered I wanted coffee, and I wanted to make love to the other girls too. Pooja was on the back burner tonight. So, I forced myself to kumköy escort end our kiss, and I pulled her hand off my cock that was poking through my pants.  “Coffee time,” I told her, and she nodded and smiled, and followed me into the kitchen, where we heard Savannah stirring.  They had a Kuerig machine at home, so making coffee was a cinch. They had some fancy K-cups that could be inserted into the machine, and I chose one that had ‘Dark Magic Extra Bold’ written on it. I had a steaming cup of black coffee a moment later, and decided that I’d take it black just then. Somehow it seemed appropriate. It tasted like a rich espresso, and I was glad for it.  Then the afternoon descended into debauchery. Joy wasn’t anywhere to be seen just then. I asked Pooja about her, and she told me that she was in the bathroom. I guess we all have to be there sometime.  I ogled the two girls while I sipped my coffee. I gave Savannah a little bit more attention though. This afternoon I had big plans for her. Her single black cloth dress was wholly inadequate in hiding her assets, and she appeared to have chosen this dress for the sole purpose of titillating me to insanity. Halfway through my coffee, I inched in Savannah’s direction, and started playing with her tits. Just like that.  She giggled, but didn’t stop me. I had my coffee cup in my right hand, and sipped it at a leisurely pace, while I cupped her gigantic breasts alternately with my left hand. I reached into her cleavage, and moved my hand left, and found her right nipple Escort kumköy (given that she was facing me) and stroked it. It was hard, and she was more turned on than I had realized. Then I moved my hand right, and stroked her left nipple. It was just as rock like. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, and felt something between my legs. She had placed her hand on my boner. It wasn’t out in the open. It was simply poking out like a rock hard pipe through my trousers, and her palm was face down on it, rubbing it with tender ferociousness. We kissed for a long time, while her hand kept rubbing my trouser clad cock, and my hand traveled between her breasts, and then went down south to explore her pubic triangle. I almost gasped into her mouth, as our tongues did the dance. She was abundant in the pubes department, and my fingers were lost in the expanse of nether hair.  “When was the last time you shaved?” I asked her, as our lips parted.  My cock was even harder now. There was something about being fully clothed, with her hand on my cock, that made the whole experience even more ribald and more tempestuous than if I had been fucking her in the anus while screaming curse words that would make a sailor cross himself. “It’s been two months,” she said, treating me to her shy smile again. Imagine Carmella Bing, in all her voluptuousness, with a one piece black dress inadequately covering her, and with an innocent look in her eyes. That was what I was seeing in front of me. The innocent look was, for its apparent deception, ten times more potent than any looks of salaciousness.  “Wow, your pubes grow fast, don’t they,” I said, rustling them.  I pulled her close to me, unable to control my lust.  “I will fuck your brains out today, Savannah,” I breathed into her ear.  There was something very intimate about whispering that to her.

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