Don Keye: Sexual Free-For-All

The fluids seemed to accumulate along the tiny ridge of flesh. Carole slurped and licked all the way back to her mother's ass-hole before deciding she couldn't stretch her tongue any further. It was far enough for both of them, however.

Robin's body quivered and roiled inside with the mounting tornado of lust that swirled as ft formed in her groin. The mildest touch of Carole's organ of taste sent fresh ripples racing across the pond of her being. Her very own daughter held her captive, pinioned on her tongue!

But it was Carole who was" receiving as well as giving the best part of the bargain. The succulent juices she sucked into her mouth were unlike anything she had tried before. Not a bit like the thick semen and sperm milkshake from a man's spewing cock, yet not thin and watery either. A new experience. That was nice.

What was even nicer was the feel of Bert's cock slowly pistoning in and out of her cunt. Each deep plunge he would take rammed a lance of flame into her body and seared her brain. Carole gulped convulsively after one particularly long, powerful thrust and sucked up an extra bit of frothy cunt juice from her mother's pussy.

The power of Bert's strokes into her body rocked her to and fro. This caused her mother's legs to slide along the gyrating cheerleader's back. Carole wasn't used to stimulation in so many places all at once. The feel of the prodigious prod in her twat, the succulent juices dribbling down her chin, the sliding motion of her mother's smooth legs on her shoulders and back, and, eventually, the sweet torturous stabs of carnal delight as Bert reached around her body and tweaked one nipple and squeezed her clit

Carole began to buck and thrust her hips back to meet Bert's every motion. He was driving her mad with desire, and she could not help herself. The piston of pleasure in her belly began to burn, to expand, to sear its way through her loins. Every time Bert even brushed one of the girl's nipples, a lightning bolt blazed throughout her chest And the dynamite explosions that wracked Carole's body when Bert stroked her clitoris was something only a demolitions expert could have appreciated to the fullest

Bert did not let Carole have an instant's respite. He continued his threefold stimulation while he was kissing and licking Robin's leg poised so close to his mouth. Carole's brain fogged with lust Her motions became spasmodic, uncontrollable. She was not able to perceive anything but the five joys smashing through her body.

Bert's cock: long, hard, an iron ramrod reaming her tunnel of love as he had never before done. He used agonizingly slow strokes making sure she experienced every single millimeter of his prod. Buried inside, the cock transmitted every sensation to the aroused girl. She could even feel the big blue vein on the upper side of his dick throbbing and pulsing out its desire for her. And the jerking against her velvety vaginal walls was enough to arouse any woman, no matter how frigid. Bert was long, but even better, he was huge across. It seemed to Carole as if he was stretching her to the limits and threatening to tear her apart at the seams.

And she wanted to be ripped apart by the teenager's dick, split apart all the way to her quivery chin!

Bert's hands: One hand brushed and caressed her aroused nipples. Kneaded the mountains of snowy white flesh underneath. Stimulated the erogenous zone to the utmost. The other hand was more punishing. It tweaked and stroked the little pleasure spike of her clitoris. Warm, wet feelings surged into Carole's body to explode with hurricane intensity every time Bert stroked that tiny hunk of delicate erectile tissue.

Bert's body: His hairy thighs scraping against her spanked ass. His stubble of a beard rubbing against her backbone..

Robin's cunt: Tasty and delectable. A double turn on when Carole realized what she was triggering in her mother's body.

Robin's legs: Draped over the girl's shoulders, the twin pillars of flesh rubbed and dragged the questing tongue deeper into the musky forest of pubic hair and limitless depths of pussy.

Total sensation: ORGASM!

Carole's body was sexually overloaded. It could stand no more, and she humped and hunched, bucking and tossing around in the throes of a complete release of her body's sexual energies. She didn't think there could be a finer, more completely satisfying feeling in the world.

She was wrong. And Bert immediately set about proving it to the cheerleader.

As soon as he felt the powerful contractions of Carole's convulsing cuntal walls on his buried man root, Bert held on and stayed submerged in her depths. When the orgasm had died and left the young girl's body weak and wilting, he made his move. He hadn't spanked those gorgeous buttocks for nothing.

He had wanted to stimulate them, make the girl aware that there were other parts of her body. The youthful photographer would now show her just how great other female orifices could be!

His dong dripping with the fluid of cunt juices, Bert slipped out and positioned his throbbing cock's head at the very entrance to Carole's rear channel. The purpled head did not immediately dive into the murky depths; that would have torn tender tissue and injured the cheerleader. And this way was so much more fun for all parties!

Carole screamed out again, in pleasure, not pain, as Bert shoved into her anal muscle. At first, the sphincter refused to grant his mighty male invader entry. The wet cunt juices smoothed things out and finally, the muscle relaxed enough to allow Bert to bury the arrowhead of his manhood in Carole's anal canal.

The pressure on his dick brought forth a gasp from the boy. If Carole's virgin cunt had been tight and hot, this was like shoving into a surgeon's glove filled with boiling lava.

He felt the tissues expand slightly to take his circumference. Bert wiggled forward, screwing his hips in with a gradual rotary motion.

Another inch of his prong disappeared in the shadowy valley of Carole's ass. Unable to restrain himself, Bert began to move in, faster and faster until he smashed against the cushions of twin ass-cheeks with his groin. Carole had almost fainted from the rapid thrust up her rectum, but she'd have agreed with Bert about this being the ultimate experience, had she been able to do more than moan and sigh in sheer undiluted pleasure.

Bert could hardly control his body. The tight feeling in his balls magnified into a compression that made him light headed. Only the intense heat along his rod and the pressure normally reserved for drop forges kept him from blacking out. He couldn't pass out and miss this!

Ass fucking was his thing. He enjoyed cunt, oh, how he enjoyed tasty, tight, succulent, hot, frothy, clutching cunt! But to be buried balls deep up Carole's ass was the finest feeling he had experienced in his short and active sexual life. This was better than letting Julia bounce on his cock while he ate Barbara's pussy. This was better than fucking in a shower, the warm, tingling water stimulating nerves all over his body.

Bert felt his dong begin to jerk and dance about like it was possessed by a demon. In a way, it was a demon. A demon of lust! And Bert was its willing victim! He traced his way out of Carole's rear doorway until only the turgid head remained inside her. Hands clutching fiercely at the globes of her ass, Bert shoved himself forward again and again until he was making powerful seven inch thrusts every time.

Carole's ass-hole puckered slightly, then seemed to clamp down as he rammed up her. The added compression of the muscular ring of her anus was too much for the youth. He opened his eyes for a moment and drank in the scene before him. The smooth expanse of Carole's back, her golden blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and partially obscuring her mother's spread legs and opened twat. The slender legs Robin placed on each side of her daughter's head while the young girl licked and lapped at the copiously flowing maiden juices. And could he ever forget the perfect vision of Robin's twin peaks soaring upwards from her heaving chest? The tiny cherry-like nipples that pointed up at him in wanton lust? The jello-shaking of those tits? And her perfectly sculpted face? Could Bert deny that the lust mirrored on that face was all his doing?