Don Keye - Sexual Free-For-All

The teenager didn't want to redo Carole's tit. He liked it as it was. But playing with the firm, yet yielding and incredibly fine tit was a thrill Bert had only dreamed he would ever be allowed to experience.

Now, he wasn't being allowed to fondle the blonde's boobs, he was telling her he would.

And she was begging him to do it!

The photographer's journey down the girl's back continued as the hand on her chest found the pebbly button of an aroused tit. Bert circled and looped around and around until he came to the end of Carole's spinal column. There was a treasure he had oft thought of, also.

Her round, pert and perky buttocks seemed to call out to the explorer of virgin territory.

Bert was learning to never resist temptation. He had found it might never come his way again; also, never do things in moderation. Moderation was for monks. He was alive, he had a life to live, and he was going to live it to the fullest! Carole was going to be the first step in that philosophy and he'd make sure they both enjoyed it if he had to fuck her all day and into the night!

The probing hand slipped into the humid, damp crease of Carole's ass. The cheeks of her buttocks spread apart the tiniest amount. With her in a sitting position, it was difficult to thrust an entire hand into that wondrous crevice. Bert lifted Carole's nipple in an upward arc that carried her body back onto the blanket to Be alongside him.

The cheerleader was on her back, his hand trapped under her ass. Bert pulled gently forward and tipped Carole so that she faced him. He freed his imprisoned hand and immediately moved it to her tits. His right hand lobbed over her body and began delving into the crack that his other hand had prematurely quitted. The moist crevasse excited him, made his cock begin to throb with ill-suppressed longing to be buried inside Carole. Bert refused to rush, however. This was his fantasy come true. His wet dream made solid and real.

Carole van der Hoff's first cock was going to be his! And Bert Ellis would not just cram his prick into her, no matter how much his body cried out for him to do just that. He'd take his time. He'd explore every inch of her marvelously curvaceous and sexy body, he'd sate his appetite for handling her body, then he'd give his cock the berth it screamed for with every pulse beat.

The boy found Carole's anus and began to use the same massaging that had worked so well on her spine. Carole continually writhed around, edging closer and closer to him, moaning out incoherent phrases. Her blue eyes were hidden behind passion-closed eyelids. For only the second time in her life, she was surrendering to the erotic waves that washed throughout her body and was riding on a crest of carnal abandon created by a man.

Bert's middle finger gradually insinuated itself into her rectum and inched upward toward her bowels. At the instant of penetration, Carole groaned, then distinctly said, "Your cock! Your cock!"

Bert knew what she wanted. She'd have to wait. In a way it was a fitting punishment for all the times she'd teased some other guy's cock, then denied him her body. Bert would haul her to the brink of orgasm, then stop. He'd push her forward to the edge of the abyss again and again, never quite allowing her to come.

His cock would be the final poke that would hurl her into the aerie of sexual fulfillment and make her a woman instead of a girl. Bert used his finger to pull Carole's pelvis to his. A long, purple-headed cock rubbed salaciously against her inner thigh. Carole reached down between their bodies and took the pole of man-meat and squeezed.

"IN! IN!" she cried out. The cheerleader tried to stuff the rod into her twat but failed. As long as Bert controlled her with the finger up her anus, he could make her do anything he wanted.

Right now, he wanted his cock free of its virgin cuntal sheath. His self-control had improved immensely in the past weeks, but he wasn't sure what popping her cherry would be like. Bert'd never fucked a virgin cunt before. Alana's ass had been unpoled, but the youth suspected that was a completely different trip. He'd proceed with caution, with deliberation and all the stimulation he could mete out to Carole. Then he'd take his reward for all he had gone through, all his plotting and acting.

Bert pulled Carole as close to his body as possible. He felt her granite hard nipples thrusting into his chest in rhythm with her tortured breathing. Bert knew he was being remiss in his duties, but it was so sensuous moving her around with only one finger. The youth's mouth closed over hers, his tongue raced into her oral cavity to explore and frolic.

The sweet taste of her saliva stiffened his cock even more. He could feel the reaction racing down his body, hurrying through his belly and then sending a message out to his shaft, "Get in! Get in!"

Still Bert resisted as his tongue caressed and fondled Carole's. The girl reached around him, pulled him closer. Her fingernails dug into his back as she silently played out the role that passion dictated to her body. She couldn't scream out; his mouth and tongue occupied hers. All that was left was for her to clutch feverishly at Bert's muscled back and attempt to pull him in to her sweating, love wracked body.

The scratching of her fingernails on his back went unnoticed by the boy. He was too intent on the other sensations coursing through his body. Carole's ruby lips crushed against his, her jugs were compressed by his chest, his shaking cock twitched against the doorway that led to Carole's Garden of Eden, Bert's finger thrust far up her ass. All assaulted his mind and blanked out the minor pain of the shallow scratches with immense pleasure.

Bert left his post at Carole's mouth to take her lower hp gently between his teeth and nip at the captured flesh. The blonde managed to moan and writhed with increased fervor and need. Her hands hauled him even closer to her body while her left leg arched over his right. Locked together in this fashion, it was virtually impossible for Bert to prevent his cock from slamming into Carole's cunt lips.

She began rotating her hips, oblivious of the finger in her rectum. Passion had blotted out his control of the cheerleaders hips as surely as passion had erased the pain emanating from the shallow grooves along the boy's back. Carole felt a sharp tingle knife into her belly as she brushed against the head of Bert's lovely cock. The cock she had sucked on, the cock she had come to love. The cock she wanted to rob her of her virginity.

Bert released the girl's lower lip in favor of licking back along the finely boned structure of Carole's jaw. When he came to a perfectly formed, shell-like ear, his tongue thrust out hard and wet, an imitation cock. As the tip of his oral digit tried to force its way into the channel leading into Carole's inner ear, the boy exhaled mightily.

The heat of his breath sensitized and further heightened the girl's reactions to his ear tasting. When Bert began nibbling on the convenient earlobe, Carole was almost driven out of her mind. It felt as if thousands of erotically driven needles were poking Into her brain. She couldn't restrain herself. Carole's hips seemed to act in direct response to the oral stimulation of her ear. Her pelvis wiggled downward and tried to engulf Bert's glans with the flaps of her cuntal lips.

Bert arched his back slightly and inserted his tool Just inside Carole's twat The girl cried out again. Bert had to repress his urge to do-likewise. The hooded portion of his length was enclosed in the clutching, greedy prison of Carole's cunt There was not sufficient penetration to properly grip his length, but the heat and wetness that bathed the sensitive head of his prick presaged what was to come.

He'd be embedded in the tightest, hottest wettest cunt ever!

Bert continued licking and nibbling Carole's ear. It was immediately apparent to him that this erogenous zone was one of the more sensitive on her body. She was getting turned on to the point where she could no longer control any of her bodily reactions. He slipped his finger out of Carole's ass and took a full grip on one of her buttocks. The photographer began rotating and squeezing the flesh under his fingers in addition to using the nice handhold to keep her body pressed tightly against his.