Don Keye - Sexual Free-For-All

She must not show any unusual emotion!

As the wandering digit prodded against her fully erect clitoris, Carole almost came. She clenched down hard on the napkin, bit her lower lip and looked out the window beside their booth.

The waitress placed the greasy hamburgers in front of the pair, then solicitously asked, "You all right, honey? You look like you're, uh..the voice lowered as she continued, "… you're having a hot flash."

The waitress glanced at Bert, embarrassed that she'd been so forward with a teenager in front of her date.

Bert suavely said, "That's quite all right She's just having a momentary hunger pang. Isn't that so, Carole?" He punctuated his question with another long, wiggly excursion into her love hole.

Carole's blonde head bobbed up and down. "He's right I… I'm ffffeeling weak from… hunger."

The waitress looked skeptical, but said nothing else. She had ten other tables to serve and didn't have time to waste with one chick in the middle of her period.

Bert said, "You did that very nicely. My, doesn't this hamburger look good?" Carole's blue eyes, slightly glazed from the diddling he continued to force on her tormented twat, didn't fail to notice that he piled on all the onions he could.

"Eat up, Carole. Although we've plenty of time, I promised your mother I'd get you home before midnight." It was only nine o'clock.

Carole could not finish her hamburger. The toe that coursed up and down her slash tortured her to an unbelievable extent. She experienced an orgasm and had to camouflage it as a coughing fit. Bert looked on, a clinical observer studying a patient His face betrayed none of the gloating he felt. He, Bertram Ellis, had broken through the iceberg's exterior!

Without having to be told, he knew that he could have anything he wanted after they left the restaurant

"Excuse me, Bert. I… I…" she swallowed hard as he turned his foot sideways and plied all of his toes along her sex slit "I want to… go… ttto tthe lladies room." She finished her statement in a rush.

Bert only shook his head in negation. He continued to eat his hamburger, chewing carefully before swallowing.

"Please!" she cried out. Carole was instantly aware of three dozen pairs of eyes on her.

"Better keep your voice down, Carole. People are staring at you."

"You beast!" she sobbed. The itch in her genitals was unbearable. She had to have surcease. She had to get him to stop playing with her using his foot

She wanted his hard, throbbing cock inside her!

Carole felt the growing urgency in her cunt again as another toe-triggered orgasm built up. She had totally ripped apart four napkins and was bending the fork. Lances of agony/ecstasy jolted into her. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to continue.

Carole van der Hoff wanted him!

Suddenly, the teasing array of toes disappeared from her cunt. She tried to straighten her dress and decided against it. She would have to lift her butt off the vinyl and that might expose a flash of bare skin. The girl had to be satisfied with pulling her dress down over her legs without freeing the material trapped under her.

"Let's go." Bert stood and walked to pay the check. In amazement, she looked down and saw he had somehow managed to get his sock and shoe back on without reaching under the table. Her lust numbed brain couldn't figure out how the acrobatic feat had been accomplished.

All she really cared about was leaving. In a hurry. Without talking to any of her friends. She had been stupid enough to choose a short dress. Now she didn't dare stand near any of the tables, let the occupants look up and see her pink lipped, golden furred nakedness underneath. They would all smirk. They would all start whispering about her.

Carole couldn't bear the thought.

She rushed out past table after table, her arms locked firmly at her sides to prevent her dress from swaying.

Bert casually walked out, bidding a couple friends good night, then sauntered after the girl.

He caught the fragment of conversation from a table near the door. "Did you see that. And damned if Carole didn't rush out of here looking like she'd just been fucked. And that Bert Ellis is as cool as a cucumber. Wow!"

Carole was already in the car, hands firmly gripping the hem of her dress. As Bert got in, she said in a voice of cold rage, "I hate you! I hate you, Bert Ellis, like I've never hated anyone else before! I could kill you! OH!"

Bert started the engine and didn't say a word until they were out on the street "What do you hate me for? No one knew what was happening back there. Except you and me. And are you telling me you didn't enjoy it? I think you'd be lying if you said you didn't get off on the entire scene."

Carole sat rigidly for a moment then said, "Bert Fuck me. I want you to stuff your cock up where you bad your toes."

Bert Ellis did not immediately respond. He turned a sharp corner and drove to a favorite lover's lane that overlooked the city. The lights were spectacular but few ever saw them, except before or after the reason they made the drive.

"Bert," Carole asked, plaintively, "Will you?"

Bert turned off the ignition and lounged back in the seat. "Why should I? You've never given me the time of day before. Why should I do anything at all for you?"

Carole's temper flared. "You make it sound like you'd be doing me a big favor! Such gall."

The quiet words that answered unnerved her more than anything else he had done to her all night long.

"I would be doing you a favor."

Long minutes of silence dragged between them, then Carole said, "Bert, please. My… my crotch is burning. It feels like it's filled with ants or something. Please!"

"You're begging for my cock? Come, come, you can be more original than that. If you want it, what're you willing to do for it?"

Carole's eyes glowed luminously in the dim light "What do you mean?"

"I mean you've got to earn it. What'll you do to earn my cock?"

Carole thought for a few seconds, her hands rubbing against the thin fabric of her dress. "I'll pose for you for that silly contest. How's that?"

Bert shook his head. "No good. I've already got someone else lined up," he lied. "Besides, it's my cock you want. You have to do something for it."

"like what?" Her voice betrayed her soaring emotions.

"Suck on it." His voice was absolutely level. He could have been giving a weather report rather than ordering her to give him a blow job. Yet they both realized this was exactly what he was doing. Bert wasn't stating an alternative, he was giving a command, an order that Carole would eventually give in to.

A timid little girl voice, so unlike her normally husky, sultry tones came, "Okay."

Bert unzipped his fly but didn't move from his seat "Go on. Suck for all you're worth. If you know how!" The final challenge he hurled at Carole almost yanked the girl across the car.

Her mouth encircled Bert's cock and licked and lapped with an avidity that reflected just how hot she'd gotten back at the restaurant. Carole paid no attention to the fact that her short dress hiked up and displayed the rounded twin globes of her buttocks. In the faint moonlight they gleamed a pearlescent white. Bert gazed at them wanting to reach out and take them into his lusting grip. But he knew that as much as he desired to take them-and Carole-he couldn't

Not yet. But soon.

Her naked ass did more to harden Bert's cock than the inexpert cocksucking that Carole was giving out Bert just relaxed as much as he could and stared out across the city. Tiny jewels strewn from the hand of a drunken giant Beacons in the night guiding him on his way to a sexual Nirvana. All that and more as Carole tongued his now fully erect pole of manhood.

Bert didn't touch her. He longed to caress her golden, shimmering hair, to guide her motion up and down his shaft. The youth refrained. He wanted nothing more than to reach around and stuff a few fingers up her steaming twat. He didn't