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.