The old man's sperm splashed against my wrist.

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.