Party Girl Shared (Easy Book 2) Page 2

  The clear fluid dribbled from her chest and down beneath her arm, another stream snaking down her belly and pooling in her navel. Brian was standing above working his erection into a rubber sleeve with his pants at his ankles, and she peered up at him while I fucked her but her hips were lifting and she was grinding her open gash against my cock and suddenly she gripped the leg of the couch and started thrusting her body upward. She had braced herself up off the rug and I could feel her little pussy squeezing my shaft as she began to shudder - and I held, my balls rolling halfway along my shaft with the force of my eruption. And I held firmly up her while her pussy milked my throbbing cock dry.

  I then rolled off and stood with the condom sagging while Brian got between the young woman’s legs. His cock was way out of proportion to the rest of his frame. It was short and thick and he pressed it up into her firmly, with her eyes closing again while he used her - bending her legs up, folding them over his arms and humping up beneath.

  And I could hear his balls slapping against her butt as he pounded her so I went around behind to watch. Her slit was red and swollen, the lips of it stretched around the thick shaft penetrating her, and Brian’s old balls were dripping with her juices and suddenly he pressed up firmly with his balls contracting - and he held, his body jerking uncontrollably, his groan escaping upon a sharp breath.

  And young Krista’s legs fell aside, spread and limp as she peered around at us all watching Brian’s cock sliding in and out of her little pussy. He continued worked it in and out for a few minutes before sitting back and allowing her to close her legs.

  The two old guys from next door were resting back on the couch with big grins splitting their faces. Brian and I were sitting on the floor holding our used condoms and smiling down at young Krista. She was still lying on her back with her tits exposed, her legs bent up and her knees together, but from below Brian and I could see her wet little pussy all open and hot.

  She smiled up at us both, her eyes sweet and a little sparkle lighting them. And I thought of the look Brian was after for his portrait as he picked up his camera and snapped off a few shots.

  “Perfect,” he said…….. “Just perfect!”

  LAST CHANCE TO BE NAUGHTY

  You know when you can see an accident about to happen but there's nothing to be done about it and all you can do is sit and watch?

  Well there was this girl, with red hair bouncing about her head, smiling across the pool at her fiancé who was trying to tell her to watch out for the old guy behind her. The old guy was sitting in a deck chair with his belly hair grey and sparsely covering rolls of white fat and his head tilted in question, but his eyes were sharp and I saw his wrinkled old hand lift in readiness.

  The girl was walking slowly backwards, passing the chair I was sitting in and still smiling back at her fiancé - still trying to understand what he was saying, when her leg collided with the old guy's chair and suddenly she was in his lap.

  He would have been about seventy. And his face was dissected with this huge grin. And his eyes changed with the sharpness fading, and there seemed to be this shocked innocence overcome them as his hand shakily lifted beneath the girl’s arm.

  She was wearing one of those thin, half-length tank tops – one that ended just below her breasts and fitted only loosely with the soft fabric pointed at her nipples. And from beneath it was open and all you needed was for her to bend over. And while she was trying to recover her balance and dignity the old guys hand slipped up her side with his thumb extending up beneath the little pink top.

  I mean, you can get away with anything at that age, and he knew it. He seemed all confused and frightened but his thumb deliberately searched up to her young titty. And I watched his eyes roll and that sharpness flicker again as her fingers tucked beneath his hand and she tried to politely pry the wrinkled old thing off of her skin.

  It was great to see the old guy copping a feel though. What, he would have been old enough to be her grandfather. And how long would it have been since his last little fondle of something as sweet as that?

  I just felt for him with his big, silly grin and the feigned confusion in his eyes as he groped at the girl. And his sly old game was sending a little tingle down through my swimmers.

  She had managed to slip from his lap though. She sat on the edge of his deck chair for a moment apologizing as he tried to check that he hadn't actually hurt her. His old hand was then lifting for a second time but she caught his wrist as his fingers neared her titty again.

  I noticed her glance back to where her fiancé was sitting but he had turned over onto his front and wasn't looking, and I saw her lips curl slightly upward at the corners as she let the old guy's arm go and leant forward.

  "Are you sure you're ok?" she was asking, patting his chest softly with her cheeks reddening as his hand lifted - this time covering her tit completely. And her eyes closed for a few seconds with her chest lifting as she drew a breath.

  He just gently fondled her. And that sharpness returned to his baby blues as she turned to check on her man again, and as her fingers gently folded around his wrist in readiness to stop him. But she didn't stop him right away. She just peered around to be sure no one was watching while the old guy felt her up. And her eyes closed again as he slipped his hand beneath her little top.

  There was a vacant deck chair between them and me and a hedge almost enclosing the three chairs so it was fairly private, and I held my magazine so I could watch unnoticed.

  The old guy's hand squeezed. His gnarled old fingers kneaded her softly. I could just see the underside of one of her breasts as his fingers pressed into it.

  "Not too rough," I heard her whisper as she smiled down at him. Then she checked back over her shoulder to where her fiancé was before turning back to watch the old guy's face as he felt further beneath her top. He was cupping her other breast with his fingers lifting beneath it and lightly pinching the nipple. And she arched her back, pressing her chest forward and pushing her young titty against his hand.

  Her top had lifted with the action of the old guys hand beneath it and I could see both of her breasts poking out the bottom. My gaze then lowered as she stood, and I caught a flash of her little blue panties beneath her short wrap around skirt as she gained her balance.

  Her legs looked a bit wobbly.

  "Are you sure you’re ok?" she asked softly, and she leant over the old guy to straighten a cushion that had slipped from behind his head.

  I then had a good opportunity with her little top gaping nicely and offering me a view of her breasts from beneath. The milky white roundness of them looked quite firm and the hard little nipples were pointing from dark areola.

  The old guy was staring up at them too, and while she fixed his cushion he reached up and felt one of them. And her eyes softly closed again. And she held the back of his chair for another moment as he plucked at her nipple then moved to feel her other tit.

  Her knee was resting on the edge of his deck chair at that point and his other hand moved to the inside of her thigh, lifting sharply, and she quickly looked back over her shoulder, checking on her fiancé while the old guy's hand groped at her panties. And she waited just a few more seconds with her legs parted slightly and his hand feeling up between them.

  I saw her eyes close again too, and her legs opened a little further as she drew a sharp breath and braced, clutching at his wrist. Then she opened her eyes, expelling slowly with her lips parting and her eyes widening suddenly as the old guy's hand lifted firmly. And he seemed to actually have a finger up her.

  Her hand closed around his wrist though and she urgently peered back over her shoulder again with her eyes fearful and the old guy's hand moving back and forth steadily. And she finally pushed away from him. And as she bent to fight back his hands I saw how her little blue panties were scrunched to one side, and I could see the pink lip of her slit exposed where he'd been feeling her.

  "No," she said softly, smiling and holding his hand away as he tried
to reach for her crotch again. And I saw from behind that her finger slipped beneath the elastic between her legs and straighten it to cover over her little pussy. But there’s no doubt the thin blue fabric was quite damp.

  ****

  I was the assistant manager of the hotel, having a day off and relaxing by the pool. I'd seen the young couple around for a few days and picked up that they were on vacation and to be married next weekend when the rest of their families turned up - and they seemed to be close enough. I was a little surprised, but I guessed it had been something unexpected and the old guy was pretty smooth. I glanced over at him again and saw him resting back with a big smile and contentedly closed eyes.

  The girl passed again on her way back from the bar and she looked down at the old guy before catching my eyes, and we exchanged a nod. She probably recognized me, I imagined. And I was quite sure she hadn't noticed me watching her with the old guy. There was nothing in her expression, just a hello.

  I laid back and dosed off for a while, waking as the sun was setting, and I hurriedly ate and dressed for work. Tending bar that night in the hotel restaurant though, I found myself searching for the young couple and my heart quickened when they arrived and stood waiting to be seated.

  I quickly slipped from behind the bar, cutting in front of Steve the waiter, and ushering them to a table in full view of the bar. I held the chair facing the bar for the girl too and she gave me a little smile as she sat - with my eyes flashing down to her cleavage - and she noticed. She was wearing a pretty summer dress with no bra and her cheeks reddened a little when I again looked down at her chest.

  I gave their drink orders to Steve and returned to my post, happy with the fact that it was a quiet night. And I spent plenty of time down that end of the bar - being caught watching on enough occasions to be fairly obvious, and I think she enjoyed my attention. I noticed Steve hovering above her a fair bit too, and I also noticed that she would lean forward each time he approached.

  Steve was about thirty and always on the lookout for a pretty, young thing to perv on. And one time while the fiancé was in the gent's and Steve was straightening her table I caught her eyes and her blush. She knew he was looking down her dress, and that I had noticed. And I waited for Steve to leave before approaching with another bottle of wine.

  I stood beside her opening it. She didn't look up. She just remained leaning forward with her shoulders dropping slightly and her dress gaping. Her cheeks reddened as I pressed against her arm with the head of my semi-firm cock poking into her. And she looked away while I examined her sweet young titty. I could see one of them with the thin cotton dress gaping well clear of it.

  "Can I get you anything else, miss?" I asked, leaning and touching her shoulder.

  She looked up at me with our eyes meeting, but I glanced back down at her breasts and her eyes lowered quickly.

  "No thanks," she uttered.

  So I reached down, slipping my hand beneath the strap over her shoulder and still further until my big hand covered her sweet young breast. "I saw you with that old guy at the pool today," I whispered, leaning close to her hair.

  I felt her eyes peering up at me but I was checking to be sure there was no one watching, and I felt her hand close over my wrist but only lightly. And I softly pinched her nipple as I looked back down to meet her eyes.

  "Is this ok?" I whispered, and she nodded with her lips parting, and I lowered to them and kissed her softly.

  "Don't," she then protested, pushing at my chest. Her fiancé had appeared from the toilet door.

  He nodded agreeably as he took his seat and I said hello to him and started a conversation, and before long Steve had joined in too. The girl sat quietly listening, her folded arms eventually relaxing as we settled in.

  I'd waved another guy over to tend the bar and with only a few customers Steve was free to stop and be sociable as well. We were having a good chat and we joined the young couple in a few drinks, with the girl becoming more relaxed after a while. And she finally sat forward again, resting her arms on the table with her little dress gaped and her cheeks reddening as Steve and I leant closer and had a look.

  Her breasts were small and firm. Her nipples were erect and the fabric of her dress gaped well clear of them. I slipped my hand down to my knee and lightly touched her leg with a finger - just brushing softly in acknowledgment of her display. And she glanced up at me briefly so I leant forward and placed my hand on her thigh.

  It was warm and smooth. Her muscles tensed at first but soon relaxed as I pressed my fingers in firmly, massaging and working upward until I could feel the hem of her dress.

  The guy was raving on about yachting or something - expanding colourfully on some adventure on The Bay - wherever that was. But his girlfriend's legs were quivering. I could feel her other thigh against the back of my hand so I worked further, feeling her heat as I extended a finger and touched the warm fabric between her legs. But her hand suddenly closed around my wrist.

  "What is it, love?" the guy asked her.

  "Nothing," she replied, manufacturing a smile as her legs clamped together.

  Her fiancé believed her. He shrugged and said he had to go again. Then he staggered off towards the gent's.

  "Don't!" the girl complained, pushing at my wrist, and Steve leant down to have a look so I groped forward, cutting my fingers into her wet little slit, pressing her panties up into it and feeling for the edge of them. Then I peeled them aside and her eyes closed then opened wide.

  "Stop it," she uttered meekly but the fluid gushed from her as I fingered up into her hot little box. And her legs parted as she braced against the back of her chair with her hips rolling as she peered from me to Steve and back again. Her eyes were fearful but she gripped the edges of the table, and Steve checked around before he reached up beneath her arm and started feeling her tits.

  Her eyes then closed so I slowed my action, gently parting her labia and massaging the soft inner-folds of her dripping little flower. And I could feel every movement of her body in my fingertips as I worked it steadily.

  "But not – here," she uttered, peering at me submissively.

  Her back arched again though, and she was open and I dipped a little deeper, cutting upward and spreading her hot lubricant beneath the hood covering her little bud - circling it and then sliding my fingers deep inside of her again.

  And I fucked her with them, drawing them slowly and then pushing them firmly up inside of her. And she held herself up, with her legs apart, her hips braced, her pussy open, and her breath catching as she bit at her bottom lip, shuddering! And then her breath escaped in shallow pants as she tensed, and I felt the searing flesh around my fingers begin to contract and pulse.

  She was close. Her eyes were tightly closed - her body hot and quivering. I toyed with her for a few seconds then speared two fingers back up inside of her again. And she bore down that time, sitting on my hand and grinding her swollen bud against the calloused joints at the base of my fingers - her juices flowing onto the palm of my hand as Steve firmly kneaded her tit and continued to watch for anyone who might approach.

  ****

  She took her fiancé straight up to their room when he finally returned, and Steve and I closed up the restaurant before following. Their room was in darkness when I knocked on the door and she took a minute to answer.

  "What?" she asked, checking back over her shoulder.

  Her hair was wet and her perfume was beautiful.

  "Can we come in?" I whispered, peering around the door and stepping halfway through.

  She stepped behind the door and opened it a little further. "But you have to be quiet," she whispered.

  She was wearing a t-shirt with nothing beneath it and her tight little nipples were poking at the thin material. She took my hand and Steve followed into the lounge area. Her fiancé was asleep on the bed and she left us to quietly close the door then she returned and switched on a lamp next to the lounge. She turned to us both, stepping between us, and he
r soft little hands folded beneath the front of each of our shirts.

  "You can both fuck me if you want," she uttered sweetly.

  Steve shouldered in front of me with his arm extending around the girl and cutting me out cold. I grabbed his collar and reefed him backwards, sending him sprawling onto the lounge. He bounced up and his big hand thumped against my chest. His eyes were wide and glaring directly into mine. I took his shove in the chest and fronted right back up to him. "Come on!" I growled, low and confident as I held his eyes. His eyes then flashed to the girl and back, diverting a second time and then holding. And he swallowed dryly then looked away again.

  "See if there's a beer in the kitchen," I said to him, and I claimed the girl's arm, pulling her to my side.

  Steve turned and left us and I grabbed her crotch. It was wet and I bent to her lips while I felt up inside of her, smearing her juice and rubbing it into the lips of her little slit in readiness for my cock - which was rigid and absolutely throbbing! And I gently laid her back on the lounge, lifted her t-shirt over her head, lowered to her, and pushed my dick fully up her tight little pussy.

  Her legs folded around me and I started fucking her - her mouth open, her teeth cutting into my shoulder, her nails digging into my back as I pounded her. She was hot and slick and my balls were dripping as I drove up between her legs, grinding into her and then humping with my hips while she writhed and squirmed, splitting herself open over my shaft. And suddenly she began to pant and moan - her body tensing as she clung to me - every inch of her glued to me as she started shuddering. And her hot little box was then contracting - gripping my cock and milking it - and I drove up into her and held firm. And a wave of ecstasy flittered through every muscle in my body, shuddering through my entire being and then centring down and seeming to fill my balls, then bursting up along my shaft and flooding up into her belly.

  I laid there. Her legs were limp and I enjoyed the feel of her sloppy little hole with semen still leaking from my cock, and her tits wet with sweat and slipping upon my chest. I had my hands in her hair, holding her down, holding her still while I finished with her.