Dirty Old Pervert 5 - Sex Stories

Dirty Old Pervert 5

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 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 ...