Don Keye: Sexual Free-For-All

Bert straightened and from his superior height, surveyed her. "I want the truth. Are you going to torment anyone again with your gorgeous body?"

"Huh? Oh, no!" she exclaimed. I'm going to do more than tease cocks. I going hunting for them! I want as many crammed into my poor, hungry little pussy as I can get. I… I…"

Bert shook his head. "Carole, no. I get top billing. Just remember who was first up… here!" He thrust his fingers into her snatch, and she squirmed about, impaled on two fingers.

"Do it again, Bert, again!" she demanded.

"Silly bitch! First you don't want 'that ugly thing' and now you can't get enough of it What am I going to do with you?"

Blue eyes sparkled as she quietly replied, "Fuck me again!"

Bert was satisfied. Carole was satisfied. It seemed that everything was working out beautifully. They had made love again, this time Bert giving her the slow, methodical and incredibly tremendous fucking she deserved. No hurried in-out Leisurely and erotic were the key words.

Bert rolled to his side and said, "Carole, let's go back to your place. If s starting to get cold out here." Carole giggled. "Without your clothes on, it's bound to be chilly. But I know a way to keep warm…" She rubbed her palm against his belly, then down to his depleted balls. Carole took the limp hose between her thumb and forefinger and began to roll the rubbery flesh back and forth as if trying to instill new life in it

Bert stroked the honey-colored hair as he told her, "Carole, you cock tease, you've got to learn I'm not made out of iron."

"You feel like it when you're in here…" She reached and guided his hand to the apex of her thatch of pubic hair. He wasn't surprised to find she was still wet from lust. He had turned her on in a big way, and she stayed ON. But the youth knew that Carole would soon tire of him and cast him aside unless he made it damn clear right now that he was calling the shots.

He lay back and looked up to the fluffy white clouds scudding along in the autumn sky. Patterns seemed to form and merge. One section of sky held three clouds, one apparently having a very large phallic strand poking toward the other two. Seeing the formation in the sky gave Bert the inspiration for what he would do next.

Slipping his fingers all the way up Carole's twat and twisting, he told her, "Let's go. Now!" He pressed his thumb down as he pulled his fingers up and lifted the girl by her snatch.

Carole yelped and meekly said, "Okay, Bert, anything you say."

They dressed quickly, but the teenager couldn't keep his eyes off Carole. She was truly lovely. A fine form, perfectly formed boobs and an ass that just begged to be fucked. Bert smiled slightly as Carole bent over and exposed that portion of her anatomy to him. He'd be in there. Soon.

Very soon now.

"Hurry up, kid!" he said as he swatted the creamy demi-globes of flesh with the flat of his hand.

"Ouch! Stop that! Beast!" Carole's voice said one thing, her tone said another. But that, too, could wait. For a while.

Carole snuggled close to him in the car, something he had never dreamed possible. Going to her house, Bert may not have broken any of the speed laws, but he certainly bent them. He found it impossible not to stomp down on the accelerator pedal due to two things.

The first was his plan for Carole-and Robin-at the house. That kept running through his mind like a segment from a porno flick.

The second was of more immediate concern. Carole had unzipped his Jeans and was avidly sucking on his dick as he drove. Every time she increased the suction on his tool, his foot seemed to ram down harder on the floor board. Luckily, Bert was a good enough driver that the erotic distraction hovering over his crotch didn't cause an accident.

Bert was as hard and long as ever by the time he squealed to a halt in front of the van der Hoff residence. He had to pull the eager blonde away from him to even get out of the car. Bert was beginning to have second thoughts about the monster he had created. First, Carole wanted nothing to do with a guy's cock, except get it hard and throbbing then split. Now, she couldn't get enough. The photographer briefly wondered if it might be best to let Carole go on her way and forget him.

He took one look at the wispy strands of red silk that barely restrained her swaying jugs. His gaze drifted down to the skin tight red pants and the knee length black vinyl boots clinging to her calves. That answered his stupid question.

How could anyone turn down a sexy chick like Carole?

Bert said, "Get your sweet little ass inside. We can get the rest of the stuff out of the car later."

"Carole's blue, blue eyes stared up at him. "Bert," she plaintively begged, "Let's go somewhere and…"

"I want to talk with your mother. Then maybe we…" Yes, he thought, THEN! The older woman really turned him on, she had the experience and expertise that was lacking in Carole. But Carole had undeveloped potential and Bert liked the idea of being able to mould her around a bit to suit his tastes. Yet he couldn't forsake one for the other.

There was only one solution.

He'd keep them both!

Bert didn't bother to ring the bell. With Carole draped on his arm, he just pushed through and went into the living room. He called out, "Robin!"

Carole was slightly surprised that Bert used her mother's first name and was even more astonished when she saw the fleeting look that raced across Robin's features.

"Yes, Bert?" Robin asked, her voice trembling the tiniest bit

"Robin, Carole," he addressed them. I've been thinking a lot about us for the last hour or so. Carole's really a lot of fun to screw," he ignored the girl's sharp intake of breath. Such things were not confessed to in front of one's parent "In fact, she's a hell of a lot of fun to fuck. But she just doesn't have the experience you do, Robin."

It was now the older woman's turn to gasp. She paled slightly but said nothing.

"You're a lot better in the old sack than Carole, yet I don't want to give up your daughter. So, let's make it a threesome." Bert sounded smug, confident

Robin sounded angry, and she was. "Dammit, Bert, I don't know what your game is, but this is ridiculous. I don't know what the hell you're talking about"

Bert smiled. "I think you can drop the charade if it's only for Carole's benefit. She's not stupid. She can tell that we've been lovers, can't you, Carole?"

A blonde head bobbed up and down. The girl couldn't find it in her to voice a response.

"And you still want me, don't you, Robin? I want you."

"Get out. GET OUT OF…"

"Shut up, you silly bitch," snapped Bert. "I have something in the way of interesting pictures I took of your daughter. I just might have some equally interesting ones of us. A camera can be triggered by remote control, you know.

"But I'm not a blackmailer. I'm just suggesting we can enjoy ourselves, have a little fun and a lot of sex. Nothing need change except we can do it together. How's that sound?"

Carole managed to say, It sounds perverted if you really want to know."

Bert rose and went to her. He said, "No one asked you." He grabbed her slender wrist and, in a quick tangle of arms and legs, ended up with the cheerleader across his lap. The red silk encased buttocks protruded up in the air and presented an inviting target for Bert's descending hand. He landed a firm swat directly on the center of the broad expanse.

Carole yelped and squirmed, trying vainly to escape. From her position across his lap, she couldn't manage that at all. Besides, it was sort of sexy having Bert whomp her on the ass. Bert's continued spanking began to turn her on in a big way. The writhing to escape soon became writhing from pent-up passions.