Don Keye - Sexual Free-For-All

Carole van der Hoff, man chaser and cock tease first class was still a virgin!

That discovery thrilled Bert more than any other thing about his captive. And captive she was locked by the slender spike of his tongue.

A VIRGIN! Bert could hardly believe ft. He'd been a virgin only two weeks… two months… an eternity!… ago. But he hadn't played around and had been ultra-shy with chicks. Carole was the reverse. She had been outgoing and could and supposedly had had every guy in the school she desired.

Bert almost laughed, in spite of having a mouthful of frothing, foaming pussy. He would certainly know how to get her to do what he desired now. Carole would be at his command, his slave. Turning the tables so neatly by one thrust of his tongue pleased the boy inordinately.

He came up for air and cried out, "Dammit! My cock's getting cold! Get it into your mouth!"

It was the work of only a microsecond before Carole worked the piece of man-meat into her wet, dank oral cavern. She shivered at the sensuous feel of the quivering organ inside her mouth again. Her tongue looped out and around the photographer's staff of lust, then licked directly down to the base. When the cheerleader encountered the hair of Bert's tangled groin, she immediately reversed her path and lavished great, longing care on the trip back to the blood-red head of the trapped cock.

The teenager bit down the tiniest amount and felt Bert shake in reaction. When his tongue snapped inside her, then languorously rolled around the trembling inner lips of her cunt, she felt an orgasm flood her body. Carole managed to refrain from biting down on Bert's cock in her mouth, but the suction she applied drew forth a loud, heartfelt groan from the back.

The finger wiggling inside her ass-hole tightened her muscles again in preparation for another orgasm. Her untrained and untried body could not quite follow the first so quickly. Carole felt the incredible electric tension surge inside her body, eddy currents searching out a pole to disappear into.

Her body preparing to betray her intense passion for Bert once again, Carole's hands groped out and found the boy's hairy ass. The girl began kneading and twisting the tightly muscled mounds of flesh, pulling his pelvis closer to her mouth in order to more fully take the tangy cock further into her mouth. His seven inches almost made her gag, but the taste was too succulent for her to complain. And with her saliva trickily and slippery on his dick, the teenager was not about to try to yank out of his moist berth in Carole's face.

When Carole discovered the tightly held anal sphincter of Bert's rear, she decided that what he was doing to her pert, trim ass could be done to his hairy, muscular one. Her finger pushed against the tiny hole but was denied ingress. Carole was too inexperienced to know that lots of lubricant was needed to entice the greedy little muscle to relax. Bert had found his oils in Carole's own body; he had smeared her cunt juice around her anus before sinking into the quicksand of her rectum.

The action, while not successful, still stimulated Bert. His mouthing and suckings became more insistent more powerful. The boy's eyes clamped shut and he lost himself to the reality of the world around him. He was buried in the paradise he had lusted after for-forever and now he was here. Bert was eating Carole van der Hoff's cunt out like it had never been done before.

The arousal was mutual. Carole's body surged and throbbed with volting blasts of sexual electricity in new and totally different ways. She was slowly beginning to realize what she might have been missing. Bert had finally penetrated not only her cunt with his questing tongue, but her psyche with his forceful, even degrading, ways. She had been coerced into this and loved!

How she could have denied the yearnings of her body for so long was something Carole realized she might never fully comprehend. All she wanted now was mote and ever more of Bert's expert mouth on her sex lips.

Bert felt his balls bang into Carole's chin as he pivoted around to alter his position. That minute impact was all it took to set off the chain reaction. His finger was buried in warm flesh. That warm flesh was hooked intimately to Carole's cunt which flowed and bathed his face in salty, tangy lust juice. The spear of flame lighted in his brain danced down into his belly. There it collided with the scratching and pawing at his ass, the intense suction on his prong buried in Carole's gorgeous face. Her blonde hair even fell across his body and lightly stroked his flanks. The combination of all this, plus the fruition of his hidden fantasy of actually having the foxy cheerleader, caused him to blow his load into her face.

As he spewed forth his come, Carole expertly took it. Every savory drop. Without choking or gagging as she had before. No longer wary or even distasteful of the perfectly natural and wondrous act, she swallowed the fiery come fountaining from Bert's cock.

She continued to suck on him long after the spasmodic shivers had died. Satisfied no more would be rushing out to treat her taste buds, Carole licked and kissed the cock that had exploded in her mouth.

Bert was determined to set off one more orgasm in this chick. It might not be easy; he knew how frigid she had appeared. He had done it once, however, and her untried body might be ready once more. The photographer zeroed in on her erectile tissue and coaxed the tiny clit from its hiding place again.

Her fluids almost drowned him. His nose was crammed into her cunt, but his mouth continued to torment her go-button until Bert could sense the gathering thunderclouds of climax in her young body. Bert's lips encircled the spire of flesh, dived to the base and pushed away the superfluous skin, then he sucked and contracted his lips on her clitoris. The path was straight, but slow, agonizingly slow and arousing.

Carole felt the hurricane winds of orgasm begin to blow throughout her body again. The eye of the storm seemed to. center in her cunt, her body writhing and twisting around Bert's mouth as he tongued and laved the ultra-tender flesh of her clit.

Her mind was whipped in circles, her body was tossed up and down but could not escape the boy's tonguing, no matter how much she shook and bucked. Her hips thrust up, and Bert crammed his face down to her cunt to lick up the juices that spurted anew from the aroused virgin vagina. His chin pressed firmly into her pubic mound and ground back and forth on the pubic bone underneath.

The nerves buried underneath detonated like depth charges and added to Carole's already tumultuous orgasm.

Even the best things must end, and Carole's body was unused to being wracked with the wild flights of passionate climax. The orgasm died much sooner than it should have, but she didn't know that. Even Bert only vaguely suspected it. He knew she had not reacted in the wild abandoned fashion of Julia or the uninhibited screaming and wanton hunching of her mother.

Bert Ellis lay back, staring along the nubile body of Carole and wondered what she would say if he told her he had fucked her mother. And that her mother was a better lay?

He decided that could come later. Right now, all he wanted to do was relish the feel of her body next to his, the warmth on a warm autumn day, the blue sky above and the gradually cooling earth below.

Carole's needs were more demanding.

She still wanted his massive dong thrust up her empty quim.

The naked length of Carole van der Hoff, cheerleader, most desirable and sexiest of chicks at Walter Williams Memorial High School, seemed like a dream to Bert. An illusion. An acid trip's hallucination.

She was simply too beautiful for words to describe. The boy's mind struggled for a description of the sight his eyes drank in. Carole was trim, yet she had a set of the neatest, boldest boobs he had ever had the wondrous fortune to see. As a photographer, he might have seen a model with a better developed set He hadn't.