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 myself to 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 (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.

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 lovely silken black hair and pulled her forward more than she intended, so that my cock was in her mouth to the hilt. She gagged, and tried backing away, but I didn’t relent. 

“Swallow, darling,” I told her in a no nonsense tone that all tutors use sometimes. 

She had no recourse but to obey. She obeyed, and looked up at me while swallowing, and trying to control her gag reflex. There was panic in the eyes, mixed with lust. Those lovely brown eyes were startlingly piercing as she sucked my cock. 

“Do it!” I said, in an even nastier tone, even though she already was. 

She continued sucking my cock and gagging on it. Then I made her pull my balls out. They were like tennis balls, nasty ass balls - and they were covered in thick, black bristles. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, dripping with saliva and pre-cum and placed the dripping head of my penis on her forehead, and my balls at her mouth. I rubbed my ball bristle against her lovely mouth and nose.

“Teabag me, Savannah” I said, “and you’ll get even better MCAT coaching.” 

She pretended to not understand. I bent down and caught her ear, and repeated the word in my most dangerous voice. 

I stood back up, and she tea bagged me. She took my balls in her mouth, used her lip-clad teeth to nibble them.

“Mmmmm…” was what I heard as she sucked my balls.

I pressed down on her mouth, so the balls crushed her.

“Do you like mouthing balls, Savannah?” I said.

“Mmmmm…” was the only response.

Pooja was giving herself some quality masturbation meanwhile. She glared at me in between, daring me to ignore Savannah for her so I would break my word. I wanted to stick to plan though, and winked at her, and turned my attention back to my lovely Carmella Bing lookalike who still was trying to pretend that my balls were not crushing her. 

“I think you’ve had enough of being crushed,” I whispered, and moved back, and heard her gasping, and giving me a look that was a mixture of fear, lust and relief, in equal proportions. 

I stood her back up, and allowed her to breathe well. She sucked in some gasps of air, playing with my cock, and pulling my foreskin onto and off the head of my penis. 

“That’s a dangerous signal you’re giving me, young woman,” I told her. 

She gave me a haughty look that only turned me on some more. We were only just getting started.

Quick note to the reader: Note that this is a work of pure fiction. Some of this work will be perceived as being inherently creepy. I've tried to put myself in the shoes of a fifty year old man whose marriage has fallen apart, and who lusts after younger girls, and who plays creepy games with them. If you don't approve of relations between people who are many years apart in age, this story is not for you. If fictional deception is something you don't approve of, this story is not for you. If you get creeped out easily, this story is not for you. That said, enjoy. To loosely paraphrase the legendary George Carlin - someone had to think of this shit, apparently I was appointed.