Chapter 10

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.

Bert knew he had made a convert of Carole when he felt the dampness from her crotch seeping through his jeans. Her flimsy red silk shorts were ridiculously wet, and he quickly stripped them off her.

Twin moons of creamy flesh beckoned to him. On each saucy ass-cheek was the outline of a hand, his hand. The red marks appeared to be smeared on like rouge. Bert took a tentative swat at the girl's rear, and watched in fascination, both her wiggles and the slowly developing red streak. He was reminded of watching pictures in a tank of developer. From a white nothingness came a startling, even thrilling picture.

Across Carole's ass, he began to develop a crisscross pattern of finger marks. All the while, she ground her soggy mound of pubic hair against his leg, rubbing and thrusting it down to stimulate herself.

Bert suddenly stopped. Carole tried to peer up at him as she asked, "What's wrong, Bert? Don't stop. Please don't. It ... it ... feels GOOD!"

He gave her a hefty slap that left a full handprint on her perky behind. "Quiet!" was all he said, his eyes rising to look across the room.

Bert looked at Robin, and it was much as he had suspected. The girl's mother had protested not because she wanted to but because she thought she had to protect her daughter's morals. Seeing Carole begging to be spanked, with the implication that she wanted a good fucking as well, had robbed that argument of any force it might have once had.

Robin had reached under her skirt and was avidly playing with herself.

Bert watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the unbrassiered tits poking firmly into her blouse and revealing two small buttons of passionately aroused nipple.

Bert said, "Wouldn't it be better to let someone eke do that?" He wanted to be eating Robin's pussy. That was a delectable treat no one could pass up, but Bert also wanted this to be the first of many get-togethers of the two sexy van der Hoffs and himself.

"Oh, yes, Bert! YES! Eat me out!" Robin cried.

Carole's head turned in time to see her mother stripping off blouse and skirt. Bert's finger idly wandered up and down the hot crease of Carole's ass while he watched the woman strip down to the buff. It was a pleasing sight and he wished he had his camera to snap a few candid shots.

Those fabulous tits of Robin's flopped and swayed back and forth as she bent to unfasten the snaps on her skirt. As she leaned forward, her jugs seemed to trace out invisible figure eight patterns in the air. The already aroused pebbles mounted on each snowy summit expanded as blood pumped wildly and lustfully through them. Robin wiggled her hips and the simple skirt she wore tumbled to the floor to lay in a pile on top of the already discarded blouse.

Her bikini briefs followed seconds later.

Robin's slender fingers plunged repeatedly into her twat as she stared lasciviously at the boy and girl on the couch. Bert's hand coursed the deep valley between Carole's ass-cheeks and a finger occasionally prodded into her anus. But seeing Robin slowly advance on him, naked and excited, sapped Bert's control, and he felt himself growing rigid.

Carole felt it, too, as the elevating cock pushed into her stomach as if attempting to find the depression of her navel and wantonly fuck that minuscule hole.

Bert was mesmerized. He couldn't remember where to look. Did he study the smooth contours of the woman standing naked and willing in front of him? Or did he attempt to attend to the ass being thrust upward into his groping hand?

Bert quickly realized he had started this, and he would have to organize it better. "Get down on the rug, Robin. And get your legs spread wide!"

He ungraciously dumped Carole to the floor and stood. In a matter of seconds he had his own clothes off, although to him and the two women, it seemed as if time had ceased to flow. After getting properly naked, he ordered Carole, "Start eating pussy, girl!" He gave her a stinging slap to the ass to make sure she obeyed his command.

Robin opened her mouth to protest, then her words were blurred to a groan when she felt her daughter's wet tongue gently slip across her cunt-Juice slicked vulva. Bert lifted Robin's legs so that the backs of her knees rested on Carole's shoulders.

Carole had to bend forward slightly to capture the salty tang of the oily cuntal fluids oozing from her mother's twat, and that was exactly what Bert wanted. As the girl leaned forward, he reached between her legs and tickled her clit. The daggers of joy that soared throughout her being triggered an involuntary response. Her legs spread slightly, invitingly, and this was precisely what Bert searched so avidly for.

He sidled up on his knees, then fell forward onto Carole's back. His long, hard cock dipped into the seething cauldron between her legs and became totally drenched in her internal fluids. He stroked casually in and out to build up her sexual tensions, to bring her to the highest state of arousal he could.

Feeling the clutching vaginal walls along his length assured him that he was doing what he intended. In a leisurely fucking, Bert moved his hips back and forth, rotating slightly as he entered and retreated. By turning his head to one side, he found a leg that belonged to Robin decorously draped over her daughter's shapely shoulder and invitingly close.

Bert's agile tongue flicked out and caressed the calf just as Carole's oral digit plumbed the depths of Robin's cunt. Robin was being driven out of her mind with the sensations smashing into her brain. Knowing it was her daughter positioned at her cunt had given her a strangely paradoxical feeling.

She both enjoyed it and dreaded it at the same time. It was exciting in a manner she had never before known, yet it was kinky. As Carole's tongue plunged into the steamy depths of her mother's body, Robin decided it might be kinky having your own daughter eating you, but was it ever turning her onl

Robin felt the feather light touches of Carole's tongue around the rim of her cunt. Her daughter then sucked and licked at the clit so proudly thrusting upward and demanding attention. It got all the tender loving care the younger girl could give it. She sucked the tiny spire and ran her tongue from its base to the sensitive, delicate tip. With a flickering, taunting motion, the girl tortured the clitoris with the skill of one who has practiced cunnilingus for many long and joyous years. Carole was a rapid and avid student of sex.

Feeling the jerks and twisting of her mother's hips every time she licked the woman's go button, Carole moved on to danker and tastier pleasures of the flesh. Her organ of taste stroked the blood-engorged vulva and pressed inside to caress the pinky scalloped inner labia. Robin could only utter moans of incoherent delight as the sexual tensions built in her body. Tides of flaming desire arrowed into her crotch and warmed her belly. The emptiness of her cunt longed for a male invader and, yet, it didn't

To have Bert shove his manly prod into her quim would require Carole's leaving. And Robin couldn't bear to think of having her sex slash unattended by that wet, slobbering mouth for even a microsecond.

She was excited, titillated and enthralled by the feel of her daughter's mouth. The erotic sensations quivering through her body made her feel watery and weak inside. Robin knew that she had been missing quite a bit before Bert had come into her life. And part of what she had been missing was her very own daughter!

Carole thrust her tongue as far up her mother's love tunnel as she could, then rolled the imitation penis around and around lapping up all the tangy juices she could. She had never tried another girl's pussy before, and it tasted good! Carole could hardly believe the feeling when she slithered her tongue along the walls of her mother's cunt, the way Robin would buck and thrust up to meet the delving digit of taste. Carole retreated, giving the soft inner lips a quick circuit with her rough, moist tongue, then followed the tiny rivulet of cunt juice that trickled down Robin's perineum.

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?

Bert came, his cock screaming its savage release with a napalm flow of come up Carole's rectum. His universe blacked out and all that could be felt was the acid burning along his length, the stabbing and tearing at his groin, the glorious release of his jism in a wild series of spurts. A too soon. momentous climax died in the boy, and he looked back at the scene spread out in front of him.

It was as arousing as before, but his cock was deflating, dying and becoming limp with its lust spent.

Bert saw a ripply wave race through Robin's body, and he knew that Carole's tongue had finally triggered an orgasm. Then Carole seemed to collapse under the burdens that had ravaged her young, untrained body.

The three stared at one another for long minutes, regaining spent energy, before Bert spoke.

"Well, gang, was I right? Wasn't that worth it?"

Carole leaned back against the sofa, her eyes masked by half closed eyelids. She nodded, a contented smile on her ruby lips. "So nice, so niiiice! Bert? Fuck me in the ass again!"

Robin sensuously stretched on the rug, then glared at her daughter. "You're getting too damn greedy, Carole. You got his cock two or three times today..."

"Four!" came the quick reply from the cheerleader.

". . . four times today. I haven't had a chance at him for I don't know how long. Let him rest up, then I get his marvelous cock!"

Bert smiled. This had worked out better than he could have ever hoped. They were actually arguing over which one was to get him next!

The photographer said, "How about letting me rest, huh? And I've got to do some dunking about all the ways three people can get it on. There are lots of ways two people can make it, but with three..." His voice drifted off into unexplored realms of speculation.

Yes, Bertram Ellis, photographer for the high school newspaper, had it made. Carole would keep coming back for more and more, possibly even to the exclusion of other guys. He had given her the very thing she had wanted and refused to admit. Carole had to be put down, she had to be humiliated, ignored and degraded before she would really go down with him.

And Robin, lovely, experienced and wonderful Robin. Her husband was out of town so much she was perpetually horny. It simply wasn't right keeping a sexy woman like that in a constant state of need for good, strong cock

Bert thought he could fill both vacancies nicely.

He said, "This time, Carole you get over here while I'm fucking Robin..."