While Gerry settled onto the
sofa in his room, Chloe gathered her chestnut long curls in her hand and
exposed the nape of her neck to me. I took hold of the zipper and slowly ran my
hand down her back. Her simple black classic dress opened, revealing to me the
unblemished skin down along her spine. I stood behind her and gently pressed
my lips to her neck and heard her quietly purr, and then I joined the widower
on his sofa.
She looked so pretty as she
eased the dress off her shoulders. The fabric gathered over her pert little
bust where she held her dress with one arm as she eased the other out of the
garment. The muscles in her elaborately tattooed shoulders flexed as she freed
herself.
Then she swapped, her naked arm held her dress against her small tits
as she slipped out her other. She stood in front of the man on the sofa, slowly
lowering her dress and letting him see how pretty her firm teenage breasts
looked in the bra he’d bought her. The under-wired cups held her tits together
and through the fine black net he could see her large aureoles and her hard,
proud nipples. She let the dress drop from her grip and the material fell down
to her hips. The widower drew breath. He watched her, he gazed at her torso,
her slender frame, her slim waist and the way her hips flared out to where her
dress was caught against her pelvis. He grunted with appreciation, and to
reciprocate Chloe ran her young hands across her body to allow him to enjoy the
sight even more. She caressed her stomach and her ribs. She ran her hands over her
black lace bra. Her fingertips passed over her erect nipples; and she exhaled a
moan of pure teasing delight.
“Tell me Gerry,” I said, “when was the last time
you saw such a beautiful young girl undressing before you?” He didn’t answer, he was spell bound. So I said, “You can fuck her if you want”.
I
reached into his lap and felt his cock swollen beneath my hand. I stroked his
dick with my fingertip then slowly opened his flies and released his cock.
The teenager looked down as I
gently wanked off the widower. Then she eased her dress off her hips and let it
fall to the floor. I felt Gerry’s pulse throbbing in his cock, his girth throbbing
forcing open my grip with each beat of his heart.
She was standing in front of
him wearing only the expensive underwear that he had bought her earlier. It was obvious
that Chloe was enjoying her little exhibitionist opportunity as much as I was
enjoying the thickness of the old man’s dick in my fist. His cock was as
impressive as any I’ve had and I was proud to be playing with it.
Chloe slowly took off her black
lace bra to reveal her breasts. She threw the garment at Gerry and pinched her
hard, pink nipples. Her body writhed as she teased herself, squeezing her nipples and
gasping and moaning, “Do you want my
body? Do you want to kiss my titties? Do you want my young body?”
As I played with the old man’s
dick I felt him shudder with want. “Yes,”
he muttered under his breath, “yes I
do!”
And then the teenager began to
pull down her knickers. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband and eased her panties down. The little triangle of black net folded over itself as she slowly
revealed he smooth pubic mound. Then she went a little further, her waistband was
now around the top of her slim thighs. “Can
you see my cunt, Gerry?” she asked. He nodded. She pulled her panties back
up again. “Would you like another look,
you dirty old man?”
I stopped wanking him off,
waiting for him to answer. “You are a
dirty old man Gerry. And if you’d like me to continue playing with you dick as
you look at this little sex-pot stripping, then you’d better admit it,” I
said.
“My dear Jayne,” he said, “I am a 'dirty old man' and nothing would give me
greater pleasure than to have this young girl let me see her pussy”.
I nodded to the teenager and
watched her turn around. She presented her bottom to the widower and wiggled
her hips. Her buttocks shook and then she bent over.
Her suspenders stretched
over her arse. She eased her knickers down over the tops of her stockings and
half way down her legs. The old man got a perfect view if her young cunt and I
slipped my fist again around his dick.
She separated her feet and her panties were
pulled tights between her knees, then she moved her hands to her buttocks, ready to pull them apart to expose her anus to him. “You want to see my arsehole don’t you
Gerry? You want to see where I love to get fucked don’t you?” she said. “You’d love to bugger me, wouldn’t you? If
you want to fuck me up the arse, then you better ask Jayne if she'll allow you to”.
He looked at me. He wasn’t
really able to speak, but I could see what he desired. I ran the tip of my
thumb over his glans and felt his spunk oozing pre-cum. His orgasm wouldn't be
long.
“If you would like to lick my little teenage
whore’s arsehole, you are more than welcome”.
He leant forwards and grabbed
the girls pelvis.
He forced his face against her bum, pushing his mouth between
her buttocks. Chloe could feel his tongue snaking against her anus and entering
her. He fucked her arsehole with his mouth and she groaned with delight. I saw
how she toyed with her cunt as his tongue pleasured her arse. The widower’s dick
quivered in my palm, he was losing control. She squealed with ecstasy and
started to climax, and as the teenager moaned I felt the old man’s sperm splash
against my hand so I could lick it off my fingers.
