Don Keye - Sexual Free-For-All

The ruddy aureoles perkily cresting the milky mounts contrasted vividly with the still carmine nipples. The blood that had engorged them and made them into hard pebbles of complete carnal lust only gradually seeped out. Unless, of course, Carole was still hot for him.

Bert's trained eyes played over her body, the shadow land of her navel, the small waist he thought he could reach out and encircle with just his fingers. But the golden triangle nestled between her legs caught and held his most intimate attentions.

That divine area was flooded with tiny, sparkling droplets of both her cuntal fluids and his saliva. Bert had lavished great care with his mouth across that region. He had inhaled huge draughts of the sweet smelling hay-colored hair and virtually gotten stoned on the musk smell of Carole's unbelievably intense arousal.

White columns of thigh hid that most private of all bodily parts from his gaze. Bert silently cursed his bad luck. He would have liked to study that pink plain of pleasure without having his brain fogged with the driving passion that was so much a turn on for him. The photographer was sure that he could simply snap his fingers and motion to get those legs spread again.

"Carole?" he asked. "Want to pose some more?"

Her reply was distant, reverberating like a voice in a tunnel. She murmured her assent

Bert flowed to his feet and grabbed his discarded camera. With quick, expert motions, he removed the exposed roll of film, threaded in a new one and was ready for action.

"Get up on the stump. I want to shoot some cheesecake stuff." What he wanted to shoot was some more split beaver, but he didn't want to say exactly that to the still lust-numbed girl. Bert wasn't so stupid that he wanted to shock her out of her stupor.

Carole's blue eyes stared up at him. She didn't stir a muscle except to arch her back slightly like a feline flexing its spine.

"Bert? If I let you take the pictures, what's in it for me?"

"What do you want out of it?" Bert was setting his exposure meter preparatory to the actual clicking of the shutter.

"I don't want anything out of it. I want your cock in me. I'm refusing unless you agree to ball me." Her voice had taken on a tinge of iron. Bert knew he was nearing the point where the iceberg would thaw entirely. When that happened, Carole would be a sexy, hot chick. Maybe too hot for him to handle, but he certainly wanted the chance!

"I suppose so."

"GODDAMN IT!" she flared. "What's wrong with you? You're not a eunuch! What's wrong with my body? Every guy in school's tried to lay me, and you're the first one who's seemed completely uninterested!"

Bert shrugged. "Not uninterested. I just didn't want to waste my time, then have you back off and leave me to play with myself. You've done it too many times."

"That's a lie!"

"That's the truth," Bert retorted. "I think you're the most beautiful chick I've ever seen. You're the most desirable. I want to fuck you in the worst way possible, but you're not going to screw my head over because of it" Bert's temper abated, and he studied the cheerleader again. She appeared confused at the short speech.

That's ridiculous, Bert." Carole's voice didn't sound like she was convinced that what the boy had told her was pure bunk.

"You're still a virgin."

Carole's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Bert felt drawn into the limitless depths of those twin pools of clear blue, but he refrained from reaching out and touching the seductive blonde for fear of breaking the spell he felt being created.

"What of it?" Carole sounded less sure of herself than anytime since that night of the dance.

Bert lounged back and stared up at the blue sky, thinking how much like Carole's eyes the color appeared. He kept his voice as level as possible, as much like a professor lecturing a class.

"If you're still a virgin that makes my argument all the stronger. You go around with lots of guys. Surely, one of them was worth your cherry. I mink that you're a damned tease that enjoys watching a guy slobber and drool and follow around after you. You lead him on, then dump him just short of actually delivering the goods."

Carole was silent for a moment, then responded, There hasn't been anyone I wanted to ball."

Bert said nothing. He was waiting for the rest of what he knew would follow.

"Bert?" Carole said, a slight catch in her voice. "Bert, I want you more than anything else in the world. I want you to fuck me.

"And," the sexy cheerleader confessed, "you would be the first!"

Bert propped his head up on one hand, his elbow on the ground. All he said was, "Why?"

Carole's temper momentarily flared. "Damn! What's wrong with you? I'm offering you my body!"

"You don't understand at all, do you, Carole? You play the game so much that you don't realize what it means. Screwing isn't something you dangle like a carrot in front of a guy, then whisk away at the last second. Why do you want me? Tell me why you want me when you could have Tony or Cruncher or any of a dozen other guys at school. Why me?"

Carole sat up, her jugs bouncing nicely as she did so. From the position she was seated in, Bert could see the downy mat of her bush, the shadowy well of her navel the valley between the dual delights of her breasts. He just hoped that she couldn't see his hard-on. Not until she had come out and told him, confessed to him, begged him, in short, spilled everything. Bert had to hear her reply, or he knew this would be a one time affair. He wanted their relationship more permanent than that

He realized the affair might die out in a week or a month, but that was later. What he wanted to avoid was fucking her once, then remembering how she had scorned him afterward. If he had her once, he wanted her twice, three times… as many times as the relationship was meaningful to him. And it had to be on his terms, not hers. She had played games too long for him not to ask for some sort of commitment on her part

"Well, Bert, I… I don't know!" She seemed on the verge of crying. I'm not sure, but you're so… so sure of yourself. You always seem to know how to act, how to do everything just right You're not all that good looking, but you attract me so damn much I don't know what I'm going to do if you won't have me!"

Bert glided to his feet then slipped down beside the naked girl. His hand reached out as he said, I'm sure of myself, and you're not. Is that it?"

Carole's body twitched slightly as Bert tweaked down on one of her ruddy nipples. She reached out and gripped the back of the hand and pressed it down hard against her marshmallowy tit She dragged in a deep lungful of air, then exhaled it as she moved his hand in a circular motion over her boob.

"I guess. I don't know. You seem to do everything backwards, and yet you're turning me on like no one else ever has! I hate you, and I love you! You treat me like I'm the lowest scum on the earth, and I want you to fuck me!

"Oh, Bert! I just don't know what's going on inside my head! My mind says 'NO', and my body's saying 'YES!! ' "

The youth stroked along Carole's spine with his other hand, his shoulder resting against the ground. Every vertebra quivered and shook as he slowly outlined it with his fingers. He started at the girl's shoulder blades in the center of the smooth back of satiny flesh and gradually worked down the bony path to her ass. Bert circled each spinal bone and stimulated the spider web of nerves with all the skill of a master masseur.

Carole's skin broke out in goose bumps from the careful attentions Bert was giving her. She moaned, "Yesss, Bert! Yessss!"

The youth did not cease his rotary motions on Carole's bosomy chest; he increased the pressure and grabbed a handful of the creamy white flesh, now crinkly with the goose bumps his massaging techniques were creating. He reveled in the feel of the tit oozing between his fingers, squishing out and around like modeling clay.