Party Girl Shared (Easy Book 2) Read online

  EASY

  Party Girl Shared

  BY COOLOMON

  XXX EROTICA

  Copyright © 2012 Matt Coolomon

  This is a work of fiction.

  Any resemblance to any real life person is coincidental.

  This book contains depictions of sexually explicit acts.

  It is intended for adults only.

  All characters portrayed are 18 years or older.

  Table of Contents

  Girl at a Barbeque

  Last Chance to be Naughty

  The Farmers Inn

  Taken

  Promise You Won’t Tell

  Girl at the Pub

  Lady of the House

  GIRL AT A BARBEQUE

  I wasn’t sure who she was exactly. She’d wandered along with a few girlfriends, all of whom had boyfriends, and she was sitting alone over by the barbeque. She’d been there for a fair while too, seemingly in deep thought.

  Her name was Krista - about 25, long dark hair and brown eyes. She was sitting in one of those plastic deck chairs with her little white skirt stretched tight across her slender thighs.

  I was leaning over pretending to have an itch below my ankle, and having a good look. I could see the light pink, almost white fabric covering her crotch and I glanced up to check but her eyes were glazed. She was miles away. And I snuck another quick look - the darkened area directly between her legs distinguishable from the panty covered, milky white skin above her little bush.

  I suddenly felt eyes upon me though, and peered up to find Uncle Brian grinning down at me.

  He knew!

  “Hey Brian,” I offered, shrugging and smiling up as he sat beside me.

  His gaze sought my little find for a moment. His long, thin body stretched back and to one side as he examined the young woman’s panties. His eyebrows flickered and his eyes flashed up at me.

  “Who’s that?” he asked.

  “Not sure. I think she came with that crowd down at your tennis court.”

  “What’s she looking at?” he then asked, but really he was just thinking aloud.

  She sat staring into space, or more precisely at a salad bowl on the table. But you could see she was looking right through it.

  Brian leant down for another peep under her skirt with his grin lifting his big, oddly shaped ears. And I noticed another guy, Graham Ford, one of Brian’s neighbours - he was standing above and behind her and leaning over a small fence with his eyes lowered over her shoulder.

  Graham was a heavily built guy of about forty-five. He was an engineer with the local council and a good buddy of Uncle Brian. He was standing there with his beer almost spilling and his eyes probing beneath thick glasses and searching down the front of young Krista.

  Her breasts had a supple, natural look about them, and held loosely beneath a fitted blouse which appeared to be gaping slightly upon her breath. Her dark hair flowed softly behind her shoulders - one of her sweet little hands folding within it and caressing it aside as she finally awoke from her trance and peered around.

  Someone had called her name.

  Graham strolled over after she’d gone. “Who was that?” he asked me, as if I was suddenly the authority on guests at Uncle Brian’s barbeque.

  “She’s Brian’s new model,” I lied.

  “Fuck!” Graham declared, searching back over his shoulder. “Nude?” he added excitedly.

  “Just kidding,” I confessed.

  “What’s her name?” Brian asked me seriously.

  “Krista. Why?”

  “Never know,” he shrugged.

  ****

  It was about three hours later that I came across Uncle Brian standing in the kitchen with the young woman, and I hung back listening to him trying to convince her to pose for a portrait.

  “I really couldn’t,” she finally declared, shaking her head and meeting his smile.

  Brian nodded in agreement, saying that he understood - his big, bony hand slipping across to cover hers. “It’s a pity though,” he concluded.

  “It’s just that - well, you know - I’m no model!” she went on, peering down at herself.

  “It’s about beauty, not perfection,” Brian replied smoothly, and she blushed.

  She gazed down at her feet, her face still flushed, her hands wringing at her waist.

  “Did I mention the two thousand?” Brian added, turning his back and searching in the fridge for something.

  She looked up and watched him open a bottle of wine. He poured two glasses and handed her one.

  “Not bad for an afternoon’s work don’t you think? And you won’t have to sit there for hours without moving either. As soon as I get the right pose I’ll take a few photos and that’s it.”

  “Two thousand?” young Krista uttered, holding the wine and peering up at Brian.

  “I know what I want,” Brian said simply and evenly, feigning a toast then gulping half of the wine down.

  “But what do you mean by sexy? Is that nude?”

  “Actually no. It’s not about nudity so much as an impression, something in your eyes mostly.”

  “In my eyes?” Krista smiled, blushing again and sipping a little of the wine.

  “Sure! No different to acting really. It’s about capturing an image of what’s beneath the surface.”

  “So I won’t have to take my clothes off then?” the young woman pressed, peering up at Brian sceptically yet still smiling lightly.

  “Well, maybe some,” Brian chuckled disarmingly and refilled his glass. “But in the name of art, not pornography,” he assured with enough conviction to convince.

  “And you’ll pay two thousand dollars, for just a few hours?”

  “I’m rich!” Brian answered simply and raised his glass again, but that time he waited for Krista to raise hers.

  ****

  They agreed to do the sitting that evening after the other guests had gone home. And Brian called me in after Krista had returned to the back yard for her tennis game. He’d seen me waiting in the living room. He winked and placed his long arm over my shoulder.

  “I’ll be needing your help ok?”

  I really wasn’t sure what Brian had in mind. He was filthy rich and often did things for kicks but I doubted he would actually want to have sex with the young woman.

  I mean, he’d certainly want to, but it wasn’t his style to pay for it. He was about fifty and very ugly but he seemed to manage ok when it came to attracting ladies. All I could imagine was that he was genuine, and for the first time ever, he was going to do a portrait. Usually he did landscape.

  Anyway, the barbecue meandered along. There were about twenty guests, most of them in and around the pool and a few still playing tennis. It seemed like the party would extend to dinner with everyone gathering in Brian’s living room by sunset.

  It was a large entertaining area and there were groups of people chatting and carrying on all over. I’d ended up behind the bar and was happy sitting there serving drinks. I noticed Brian sticking close to his subject, making her quite nervous I thought, and he was taking some liberties.

  Graham and another of the neighbours, Mister Marcus, a Greek guy of about sixty, were sitting opposite Krista on a couch. She was sitting in a lounge chair and Brian was resting on the arm of the chair. The two guys were watching him gawking down her top and she was sitting there with her cheeks flushed while he examined her.

  At one point I saw her hand clasping at her chest and folding the open fabric together but as soon as she released it Brian was at it again and his hand slipped to the back of her neck and began massaging.

  She stood that for a while then her head rocked to one side, her eyes closing slowly and
opening again, Brian’s bony hand slipping beneath her collar and his other hand moving to act upon her shoulder as well. Her head then rocked forward, and as she leant a little the two neighbours sat up and their necks extended. And her face reddened fully as her eyes flashed up at them.

  Brian’s hands worked firmly though and he leant close to her ear, whispering something and holding her while his buddies had a look down her blouse - and my cock hardened as he slipped his fingers in front and held her top open for them. He just lifted the fabric away from her body and showed them her breasts, though I could see from the bar that she was wearing a light pink bra that matched her panties. I could see the lacy trim.

  I served drinks for a few guys with their bodies blocking my view for a moment, and when they left I found that young Krista was sitting back in her chair again, and that Brian had released her but she was still quite red in the face and peering intently at the two men staring across at her. And Brian leant to her ear again, her eyes flashing up at him as he withdrew - and after a moment, with her hand clutched within Brian’s, she uncrossed her legs.

  Fuck I was throbbing! And Graham and Mister Marcus leant towards one and other, their shoulders touching as their heads angled to be looking up her skirt. And I watched the young woman’s eyes divert and fix upon the wall as she allowed her knees to move apart slightly - her free hand gripping the arm of the chair and her nails digging into the soft leather as Brian gently stroked the hair from her cheek, lifting her face and turning it towards himself. And he was nodding and I could hear his steady, reassuring voice, low and smooth as his neighbours jostled for the better angle to view her crotch - her knees having parted just a few inches, and though her head remained to one side, I saw her eyes roll to fix upon the two men examining her.

  Brian continued to stroke her hair while checking back over his shoulder at the other guests to be sure that no one was watching. And after a moment young Krista, with her face fully flushed, slowly opened her legs a little more.

  Her skirt then stretched, riding up her thighs, and from the bar I could see the contours of her pussy outlined beneath the damp fabric of her little panties. Her inner thighs were milky white and bare, the pink cotton sheer and clinging to her sweet young slit, the slightly darkened patch above the furrowed centre indicating a neatly trimmed little bush.

  I held the pulsing head of my cock firmly while she sat there with her legs open for the two men, her eyes closing again as her hips rolled and her pussy seemed to pucker, the furrow up the middle of her panties stretching flat then folding inward again. And I imagined how puffy and engorged the fleshy petals of her little flower would be, and how warm and tasty the nectar.

  She peered up at Brian as Graham reached for her thigh but Brian shook his head at his buddy, holding up a finger as if to say “not yet”, and Krista sat up and fixed her skirt.

  ****

  The guests were dispatched very shortly after that. Brian made his way around the room while Krista tried to avoid eye contact with the two old men leering at her. It appeared they were to be remaining on to help with Brian’s little project and I wondered what my role would be. I knew nothing about art or photography.

  I’d decided to wait behind the bar and I watched Brian cruise around and shuffle his guests along. The crowd that Krista had arrived with had broken up earlier and the last of them checked with her before leaving.

  “Are you sure?” some guy was asking her, swaying drunkenly and being dragged away by his girlfriend.

  “I’m ok,” Krista replied, waving after them - but that left her alone with the neighbours, with Brian having retreated to his studio.

  The young woman sat with her legs firmly closed, peering around the room at anything but the two men in front of her. They were chatting and chuckling between themselves.

  Her eyes came to rest upon mine, for the first time as a matter of fact, and through a questioning look they brightened and she offered a nervous smile.

  It ended suddenly though. Graham had leant forward and he touched her knee, pushing it aside, and she peered down at him - her fingers clutching at the arms of the chair as she allowed the big man to part her legs again.

  Graham sat back and worked his erection while staring straight at her panties. Mister Marcus sat there with his hand resting upon his crotch but only lightly, and Brian approached from behind Krista.

  She peered up at him but he turned and approached the bar, placing his camera down, and he motioned for Krista to come over.

  She stood and walked quickly, glancing back anxiously at the two men who were moving their chairs.

  “Are you ok?” I asked her.

  “I guess,” she replied, again offering a little smile, but her eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Her hands were clasped in front and wringing nervously.

  “Are you sure this is ok? I’ll drive you home now if you like,” Brian offered sincerely, taking her hands as she peered up at him.

  “What do I have to - do?” she uttered, her sweet voice catching in her throat.

  Brian caressed the hair from her forehead, his bony fingers gently touching her cheek and his voice was low and warm. “Will you show us your tits?” he asked, glancing down at them briefly.

  “What - now?” the young woman asked, her face almost catching fire it went so red.

  “Just undo your blouse for us,” Brian went on softly, releasing her hands and stepping back so that she was in full view of his neighbours. “It’s ok,” he added reassuringly.

  They were gawking up at her, their faces set, their jaws gaping, their eyes fixed and wide.

  She looked down at them with her fingers shakily fiddling with the buttons on her blouse. And when she’d undone them she tentatively parted the fabric, opening her little top and exposing herself.

  “It’s ok,” Brian said to her again and he slipped a finger beneath the little bow and opened a pen knife, applying the blade beneath - and suddenly the cups of Krista’s bra sprung away and her tits fell out, swaying gently with her nipples erect.

  She instinctively tried to close her top but Brian caught her hand.

  “It’s all right - just leave it so we can see when you move. You don’t have to take it off,” he assured, his tone smooth and confident.

  They were fucking beautiful. I just stood watching from the side while Brian explained about getting her mood right for the portrait. I could see clearly - the fabric of her blouse brushing against a nipple, the gentle fall of her supple, milky white breasts, the way they moved and wiggled as she drew another sharp, shallow breath - the cups of her bra sagging beneath.

  Brian had explained that the presence of the two guys watching was to stimulate a sense of trepidation he wanted to see in her eyes. His voice was kind of dim and hazy as I studied the bare breasts in front of me but his attention turned my way and I looked up to meet his eyes.

  He nodded and gave me a little grin then addressed Krista, causing her to look at me as he spoke. “But I also want to see a little sparkle in your eyes,” he went on, his head tilting to one side as he reached down and lifted the front of her skirt up. “So I want you to let my nephew here - well, I want you to let him inside you while us older guys watch.”

  Brian stepped around behind her and folded her skirt up to her waist. She looked from me to the two older men watching.

  “What about me?” Graham asked, “Can I fuck her as well?”

  Krista’s cheeks reddened again but she didn’t turn away.

  Brian slipped his long fingers down the front of her panties and pressed up into her firmly. “Feels like you want it,” he whispered into her ear and she leant back against him, allowing her arms to fold behind my uncle as her top opened with her tits popping out the front. And she arched her back showing them to us as her eyes closed and as Brian reached further down and fed his bony middle finger up into her wet little gash.

  “Do you have condoms?” Krista asked softly - and my balls nearly erupted at the soun
d of her sweet submission.

  “If you have some you can gangbang me if you want,” she added sweetly.

  “In the bathroom cabinet,” Brian shot at me and I hurried to get them.

  Returning, I found they’d spread her on the rug in the middle of the living room. Brian was between her legs, his big mouth wide and his long tongue slicing up inside of her. Mister Marcus was sitting on the couch above with his hand inside the fly of his trousers, and moving slowly back and forth. And Graham was leaning above her head with his thick, rigid cock out, and he was trying to stick it into her mouth but her head was turned away and her mouth was closed tight.

  She was seemingly resisting a little with her hands pushing down against Brian’s head, but suddenly he pressed her legs wide and started lapping and suckling her clitoris and she braced. And her head was then being lifted and turned - and her mouth opened so Graham put his dick in. He took hold of the back of her head and began thrusting urgently, fucking her lips frantically until suddenly he held - his cock pulsing and Krista’s eyes widened - a little frown creasing her forehead and semen seeping from the corner of her mouth.

  I watched Graham finish, his face contorted, his hands gripping her head and her neck gulping as she swallowed his cum. And while I watched I fitted a condom over the swollen head of my dick, rolling it down and kneeling beside Brian. He looked up at me, juice dripping from his chin.

  “Ready son?” he asked, and I nodded.

  Krista was peering up at me by then. She was lying there with her legs wide, her tits resting flat upon her chest, her nipples firm and wobbling gently as she panted rapidly. And I lowered and drove my penis deep inside of her, pressing up into her hot, slick pussy until I felt her juices gush over my bare balls - and I was about to start humping when Mister Marcus suddenly dropped to his knees beside her - his old, flaccid penis squeezed between his fingers, and a thin spurt of fluid pulsed from the end of it to drip down and splatter over her tits.

  She was staring up at the old guy, his spent dick hanging from his trousers, his face white and his eyes bulging - and I started humping her - holding myself up and watching her tits flop and bounce.