Dirty Old Pervert 5 - Sex Stories

Dirty Old Pervert 5

... “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. It was for her ears only, and in spite of her expecting it, something about the gesture both scared her and turned her on. She gave me another wide eyed, Bambi look. Pooja was only playing spectator during this. She had crept up close to us while we were kissing though, and she sat on the kitchen island, her bum a few inches from the burner. Her denim shorts were pulled further up, and white lace panties with small lilac colored roses arranged in a polka dot pattern were framing a cameltoe for me to see. They were dripping right there. Pooja looked at it, and then up at me, and smiled a wicked and inviting smile. Just for second I was tempted, and slipped one finger in there. Right through the panties. My middle finger pushed her soaked pantie deeper into her cunt, and she squealed. I poked my index finger in there as well, and curled both fingers inside her cunt, which tightened a tad to meet my advance. Pooja moaned and kissed my lips ferociously, as though she couldn’t wait to eat me up. Savannah increased the pressure with which she was rubbing my cock, and I remembered right then that my attention should be on her, since I had promised her all the primary action. I disengaged myself from Pooja’s eager young mouth, and she ...

... looked at me as though I had betrayed her. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt, shaking my head gently. “You’re a hottie,” I said, “but it’s Savannah’s turn right now.” Pooja stared daggers at me, while she stroked herself. It was a very erotic and provocative gesture, which told me ‘how dare you not fuck me!’ I returned fully to Savannah. Her brown eyes had so much lust in them now, as though she had shed her innocence entirely. With how beautiful her facial features were, and with all the makeup and the hair job, I was stunned for second, and wondered whether I was actually making love to this gorgeous young lady. As if in response, she leaned forward put her other arm around my neck, pressed her cheek against mine, and turned to Pooja and said, “He’s mine!” Two words. That was it. I knew that the tension in the air went up several notches. It almost seemed as if seduction, foreplay and orgasm were secondary. This game of owning me was the primary one, and these young ladies who were the best of friends appeared as though they would descend into a duel. Pooja continued fingering herself, while Savannah turned her face to face mine, and then tightened her grip on my penis. I placed a hand both hands on her breasts, and pinched her nipples again. She squealed from the suddenness of my gesture, and put out her tongue, and licked my lips in a very deliberate motion. Then she leaned down and wolfed my cock down again. I was planning on being gentle with her though. I caught her ...