Bert Ellis was daydreaming again. His gaze was softly focused on the figure of Carole van der Hoff as she jumped and gyrated at cheerleader practice. Bert couldn't hear the cheers extolling the virtues of fighting for good old Walter Williams Memorial High School, but he had a great view of the incredibly sexy girl. Her blonde hair rocketed up and gently floated down with every graceful leap; Bert imagined those Delft china-blue eyes fastened on him, lustful and wanton. Her firm, young tits barely swayed or bounced. That was good. Bert didn't like big floppy boobs.
At least, he didn't think he did. He wasn't sure what he really liked in a woman. He had lots of fantasies-Carole's seduction being the primary one in his head right now-but damn little experience. Ji pressed on the issue, Bert would have to admit to no experience at all. He was a virgin.
The heartening words of some sage kept coming back to his dream-filled existence. "Virginity is a curable perversion." He wanted to be cured in the worst way. The only trouble was, he didn't know how to go about it.
He wasn't ugly or even very pimply-faced. While he wasn't the athlete his friend Cruncher Hiatt was, he was not the ninety-eight pound weakling in the "before" pictures in all the magazines. He just didn't know how to go about getting a girl to jump into bed with him.
But he had plans. There was a city-wide photo contest. The first prize wasn't much, but a national magazine would print the winning photograph. Bert was one hell of a photographer and he saw this as the solution to a lot of his problems. If he could convince Carole she should pose for him, and he won the contest, he'd be famous and she'd be famous. She would have him, Bert Ellis, to thank for the launching of a long and profitable modeling career.
And she could thank him with that gorgeous body of hers. His eyes never left Carole's dancing, twirling, trim figure. The tight crimson sweater offset the cascade of blonde hair nicely, Bert thought. And the pleated white dress that came to mid-thigh swirled and revealed those fine, slender, shapely legs and pert, tight ass so nicely. He could watch her all day, even if it made him uncomfortable.
His erection strained against his blue jeans and bulged ominously. He hoped that old battleaxe Mrs. Entwlustle didn't call on him. It would be excruciatingly embarrassing to have to stand up in front of the class with that tell-tale tenting in his pants.
Luckily, Bert escaped the class without having to be put on exhibit When the bell rang to signal the end of class, the last clang had barely died by the time Bert was outside the building and running pell-mell through the milling students over to where Carole and the other four cheerleaders practiced. He cast quick, covetous glances at the others. He had heard lots of things about them from Cruncher. Cruncher claims to have made it with all the cheerleaders except Carole.
Judy was short, brunette and had a gymnast's body. Every curve and contour was just right for the maximum turn-on. Laura was very short, at least six inches shorter than Bert's five foot eight, but she made up for her height in sheer sexiness. If there was such a thing as sex density, Laura would be one of the heaviest girls in the world. Bert would have made a play for her, except he'd have to wait in line forever. There wasn't another guy in school who wasn't drooling and panting after Laura. Red-haired Consuela was too tall for him, and that made him a bit uneasy. Of all the cheerleaders, Bert knew he'd probably have the best chance with Consuela because she earned some money doing modeling after school and on weekends. His come-on would be perfect for her. But her height. . .
Then there was Lynn. Straight black hair, a fairly good body and great legs. Bert could barely drag his eyes away from those milky pillars that tantalizingly disappeared up under her skirt into that mysterious land between her legs.
But Bert focused all his attentions on the blonde Carole. He thought if he even said hello to any of the others, he'd lose that momentum, that carefully nurtured nerve he had built up to ask Carole to pose for him.
He wished it could be in the nude, but he knew he had better not spring anything like that on her. He'd just ask to shoot some pictures of her in an artsy-crafty motif, possibly out in the woods. Maybe she'd be so grateful for the chance to pose for a real live photographer, he could fuck her right then and there and wouldn't even have to win the contest.
Almost out of breath, he came skidding up to a halt in front of Carole. "Gee, hi, Carole!" he blurted.
"Hello." Her voice dripped chilled water and turned to icicles in front of his very eyes.
"Uh, Carole, you know that picture contest? I'd sure like to have you pose for some pictures, and I'm sure we could win, I mean the picture would win and you'd have national publicity and I'd win the . . . " His voice trailed off as he saw her looking over his shoulder, not paying the least bit of attention to him, "Excuse me, Bert. Hi, Tony!" She raced over to Tony diMaria, the suave, handsome student body president. They went off together, his arm around her waist and Carole snuggling close to him.
Bert watched dejectedly as they disappeared in the direction of the A&W stand. That should have been him instead of Tony going with Carole to get a couple root beers. He'd have to think of some other tactic to get her to agree. Maybe if he went over to her house later in the afternoon, he could talk to her.
That was it. She just didn't want to seem too eager in front of the other cheerleaders. Bert was positive he could talk her into posing for him if he could see her privately. With his great photographic ability and her even better figure, he couldn't lose. He was sure.
He slowly made his way to Carole's house, waiting long enough to insure that she'd be home. He wasn't quite sure what to say now that his first request had been put aside so easily by the gorgeous, flaxen-haired girl. He squared his shoulders and marched up the green bisque tile walk to the front door.
He punched the doorbell fiercely as if he could drive out all his fears this way and, in what seemed an eternity, the portal finally swung open. It was Carole's mother. Bert gulped once as he looked at the woman. He was always amazed at how much she looked like her daughter. The same platinum blonde hair, slightly taller and fuller of figure, but that only made her look more mature. To be Carole's mother, Robin van der Hoff didn't look old at all. Certainly not thirty-nine years old.
"Hello, Bert," her voice was so soft and smooth it seemed to reach out and gently caress the young photographer. He couldn't help but eye her in appreciation. She was wearing a softly flowing, diaphanous dressing gown. Her figure was totally hidden, but the draft from the open door pressed the filmy green material back against her. Robin looked like one of those models, posing for a lingerie ad, that Bert never failed to get a hard-on looking at.
"Uh, hi, Mrs. van der Hoff. Is Carole in? I'd like to talk to her."
"Come on in and I'll get her." Bert couldn't keep his eyes off her as the older woman flowed down the hallway with an elegance and easy grace that even her daughter lacked.
Bert heard Mrs. van der Hoff speaking with Carole. All of the conversation he overheard faded as one segment burned itself into his mind. Carole had said, "That creep? I'm leaving. Tell him I'm not home yet and you don't know when I'll be back."
Robin returned a few minutes later to find Bert sitting numbly in an overstuffed chair staring out into the backyard, watching crisp gold, yellow, and orange leaves fall from the deciduous trees to form a gentle, multi-hued carpet on the lawn.
"Bert," Robin's voice called to him, soft, magnetic, colorful. For a brief instant, he managed to compare it to the picturesque backyard. "Carole doesn't want to talk to you. Is something wrong? Can I help?"
Bert was in a daze of rejection. Carole had totally and irrevocably dismissed him. "It doesn't matter, Mrs. van der Hoff. Thanks."
As he stood, he felt cool, long fingers on his arm restraining him. He looked down and Robin was hanging onto his arm preventing him from leaving. Bert's eyes slowly traced the creamy line of her arm to the green mist of her dressing gown. He noticed it had come untied at the throat and was now open and exposing the very tops of her breasts. He heavily sat back down and just stared at her.
She asked again, "Is there anything I can do?" Her azure eyes studied him with a mixture of sympathy and understanding-and something else Bert wasn't sure he recognized.
Under her persuasive questioning, he finally spilled the entire story. And somehow, he had managed to tell her he was still a virgin. His ears burned a flaming red when he realized how much he had told this woman about some very personal things. She seemed a sympathetic listener and, right now, that was what Bert needed.
"Bert, my daughter is . . . a bit distant. But it's for about the same reason you're so upset now. She isn't sure of herself, and by building a wall around herself, she can fend off anyone she isn't sure about. It's one way to keep from getting hurt."
"Yeah, maybe you're right. But the wall seems to be more of an iceberg."
"It could just be your approach, Bert. I have an idea. Why don't you pretend I'm Carole and ask me to pose for you? It'll give you an opportunity to see how shell react." Robin settled comfortably down on the large sofa and faced Bert, her trim calves peeking out from under her thin covering.
Bert wasn't certain, but Robin finally convinced him to try. He presented his case but found it very difficult The top tiestring of her green dressing gown exposed more and more of her silky-fleshed tits as she leaned forward. The gentle bounce and sway of her boobs rustled the flimsy fog-like material and excited
Bert immensely. As much as he tried to prevent it, he found himself growing hard. In an attempt to control his body, he quickly looked at the floor to keep from staring at her now half-exposed breasts with the ruddy tips peering through the fabric.
This made his erection throb and hurt even more. The emerald gown had scooted up, and now he had an unrestricted view of Robin's legs all the way to mid-thigh. The creamy, lusciously smooth skin stirred emotions inside him that he tried desperately to deny. As Robin slowly, provocatively opened her legs into a wide V, he caught the merest flash of fleecy blonde pussy peering out at him from under the pile of nylon.
"What's the matter, Bert? You look uncomfortable. Hot. Come over here and let me take your sweater off for you." Bert felt as if he were no longer in control of his own actions. It was someone else controlling his legs when he rose and went to sit beside the mother of the girl he so desperately wanted to screw. It was someone else who allowed her to take off his sweater, shirt, and started skinning him out of his jeans. When he was totally naked, the emotional impact of what was happening slowly dissipated.
He was still confused but no longer shocked into inactivity. His fingers fumblingly untied another of the tie strings on Robin's gown. Her smile encouraged him to continue. Soon, the Brazilian topaz-green material seemed to hang like the banks of a river, a river of white, tantalizing flesh. Robin stood and slowly shrugged her shoulders and the dressing gown fell away and she stood totally naked for Bert's now lusting examination of her body.
As he hungrily eyed her, he almost came right then and there. That would have been the supreme embarrassment. He managed to quiet his churning nuts and just gaze in awe mixed with a liberal portion of lust-at Carole's mother.
She was prettier than any of his wet dreams. Blonde, beautiful, willing. But Bert didn't have the experience-yet-to really appreciate everything being offered him. The sky-blue eyes of the woman studied Bert but always came back to linger at his seven inch long erection. Robin couldn't think of anything but what a waste all that man-meat had been before now.
If Robin lusted after his man-long prong, Bert was confused as to what to desire most. Her boobs were a delight to behold-or hold! They were high set, firm with just enough slackness to dance and sway back and forth in gentle arcs when she moved. Robin moved well, he had to admit that. Everything seemed to be perfectly proportioned and she was as graceful as a high fashion model. She slowly turned for him to reveal every last secret of her body. For him I Bert couldn't understand it. He struck out with her daughter and now Robin was trying to seduce him.
Trying? He'd make sure this lovely creature was successful!
As her tits wove invisible circles in the air with their ruddy-brown tips, Robin turned her back to Bert. The smooth expanse of flesh flared to broad, womanly hips and the best ass Bert had ever seen.
The legs and thighs presented to him were connoisseur material. Shapely, trim and long.
Tiring of posturing for the boy, Robin reached out and pulled him down onto the soft bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. Bert irrelevantly noticed it was a fake fireplace and didn't burn real logs. It had a gas jet and a metal imitation log. But when Robin kissed him, he knew the real thing instantly.
As he luxuriated in the feel of the soft fur caressing his naked body, Robin's tongue edged into Bert's mouth and toyed with his oral member. He almost gagged, then got the hang of positioning his organ of taste so that Robin's delving member would stroke and lightly glide over his. They kissed for what seemed an eternity to Bert, and he reveled in every second of it! He couldn't believe his good luck. His first lay!
Panic struck him when Robin reached down and gripped his firm cock. What if he didn't do it right? Almost as if she had a killing touch, he felt his hard-on wilt.
Robin didn't seem to notice. She began massaging his balls, tweaking and delicately pinching his scrotum, gently running her long fingers through his pubic hair. As she breathed heavily in his ear, hot breath exciting him, she managed to whisper, "Don't worry about anything, darling. I'll take care of you. Just lay back and enjoy it!"
Tongues of flames licked at his ear as her wet, warm tongue flicked in and out. She gently nibbled his earlobe as she continued her manual stroking of his penis.
Bert was both surprised and happy when his cock began to stir and rear its proud head again. Robin quickly grabbed its burgeoning full length and began stroking. Her fingers felt cool, but Bert experienced intense erotic fire burning and searing in his tool from the base to the very tip.
It slowly occurred to his pleasure filled mind he could be doing something with his hands. He readied out and took both of Robin's jugs firmly in hand. He slowly, rhythmically squeezed them, pleased when she emitted a low, shuddery sigh of pleasure. The nipples seemed to expand and grow as he played with them. It fascinated him to watch the tiny reddish-brown nubbins erupt into hard, blood-filled little fingers pointing at him. His hands soon became cramped, and he did what came naturally. He pulled Robin to him and began suckling at her tits. This seemed to excite her immensely and the feeling of her breathing increase excited Bert, too. He had to try to control himself because he could feel the sperm and semen crouching in his balls for the long spring down his iron-hard love pipe.
He tongued the nipples and pushed them around in small circles, back and forth until Robin continually moaned and once even emitted a tiny little shriek. It scared Bert for a second, then he figured everything was still all right because she tightened the grip on his cock.
His firmly clutched manhood began to throb and jerk with ever greater frequency. He knew he couldn't hold off much longer even though he wanted to and experience everything with Robin.
"Ro . . . Robin, please. It's feeling so hot, and I'm going to come." He gulped as she continued to slowly stroke up and down his length with those agonizingly pleasurable needles of sensation leaping from her every touch, no matter how slight.
"Just.. . he back, Bert, dear." Robin flowed up and straddled the boy's waist. She held him captive both physically and mentally. Bert stared down his supine length in awe as he watched the satin thighs position themselves on each side of his body. He was totally enthralled when Robin rose up slightly, spread her blonde, fur-rimmed cuntal lips and dragged Bert's cock to the gates of Eden.
At least that's what it felt like to Bert. The moist, liquid feeling as his glans lightly touched her outer labia almost brought him off. He resisted and found the effort worthwhile. He watched his red, swollen length slowly swallowed by that golden-covered pussy as Robin gradually lowered her body over his. Soon the blonde hairs of her furry little triangle intermixed with his black pubic hair in an erotic, living, pulsing kinetic sculpture.
Things really got pulsing when Robin used her cuntal muscles to squeeze down on Bert's entrapped, quivering cock. He felt hot jabs of fire and ice leap into his loins as she clamped down on his manly length like the jaws of a velvet-lined vice. When she began fucking him, Bert couldn't keep from twitching and wiggling his hips under her. He wanted so desperately to be the one thrusting into herl In his position, he had to be content to let her fuck herself on his impaling spike of flesh and just enjoy the feeling of the sensuous fur under him and the warm body of the wanton woman against his groin.
And fuck herself she did. Slowly at first, then faster and faster as her passions mounted. Soon, clutching her own tits and squeezing the nipples while royally screwing herself on Bert's jutting cock, Robin came.
The woman's climax caused her encasing cunt to convulse and grab wildly at Bert's rod in a giant's powerful grip. The flames that had simmered now exploded and raced throughout his body, along every nerve, overloading the pleasure centers in his brain. He was vaguely aware of spewing forth his come into Robin's hungering cunt, but it was secondary to the universe of sensation that had been revealed to him. Bert tried to explore every corner of this new, erotically filled galaxy of exploding stars and burning lust, but all too soon it died to a smoldering ember.
Back in the real world, feeling limp from the nervous and physical release, he saw Robin continue wildly, wantonly fucking herself on his still rigid dick. She got off once more, then slowed and stopped, exhausted. She finally rose and allowed Bert's limp penis to wetly slide from her sex slash. His once mighty pole was covered with cunt juice and his own seed. The now flaccid organ smeared the golden hairs of Robin's delectable, enticing pussy with the liquid sex of their fucking.
She didn't seem to care or notice.
"How was it, Bert? Your first time.'"
He did nothing but look at her nakedness. Bert was no longer a virgin. In a flash, it occurred to him that he couldn't have gotten himself laid with such expertise by Carole Or any of the other girls he knew. Robin had too many years of practice behind her to even be considered in the same league as the kids he went to school with.
He just nodded, wondering how he could get some more of that beckoning, fabulous manhole of Robin's. Bert looked down between his legs at his sleeping snake, then wondered if it was dead forever.
His face must have conveyed some of the message racing in his mind because Robin laughed, then said, "Don't worry. It isn't broken. It'll be as good as new in a little while. But you better go now. Carole might come back and I doubt if she'd understand."
For the first time, what he had done impacted like a sledgehammer blow on Bert's consciousness. "Your husband!" he exclaimed in a choked voice.
Robin donned her green dressing gown and merely said, "He's out of town a lot. He won't be back from this sales trip for a couple weeks, but I don't want Carole to know. You'd better leave, Bert. Now."
Bert quickly dressed and left Looking over his shoulder as he went out the door, he saw Robin sitting on the sofa, a cigarette dangling from her long fingers and the slightest touch of a smile dancing at the comers of her mouth.
"Goodbye, Bert."
He quickly closed the door behind him. Outside, he almost yelled for all to hear, "I'm the biggest stud around!" Instead, he was content to just go off, wlustling tunelessly, secure in his knowledge that he was now a man.
CHAPTER TWO
Bert should have been a broken field runner. He adeptly wiggled his way through the crowded cafeteria with his food-laden tray and never spilled so much as a drop of his milk or a blob of the gooey chocolate pudding. He found an empty chair next to his friend, Cruncher Hiatt, and sat down.
"Hi, Crunch. How's it going?"
"Not so bad, man. In fact, real good. Me and Laura went out after the game Saturday night, you know? That chick is really hot in bed, let me tell you." Cruncher smirked and continued eating.
Bert sighed. He wished he could be as suave as Cruncher. But then he didn't yet have the experience with girls that his friend did. And, Bert had to admit, there was a certain power aura around a guy who could continually break through a defensive fine and toss the quarterback around like a sack of brass doorknobs. That game Saturday had been a big one for Cruncher. Several college recruiters had been watching, and he had really shined. He had thrown the Slaten High quarterback for a total loss of almost sixty yards.
And Bert imagined that Laura had been impressed enough to let Cruncher score with her, too.
"Yeah, some game, Crunch. And Laura is a hell of a sexy broad, too. Say, you know all about these things. What's the best approach to use on Carole?"
Cruncher looked like he was deep in thought as his brow furrowed. He finally said, "Carole? The blonde cheerleader? Man, Bert, I'd say you could do better than waste your time there. She's a real bitch. Complete iceberg. Maybe even frigid. Bet she's got ice cubes stuffed up her cunt. Take my advice and lay off her. You'd just be missing out someplace else."
Bert continued eating his lunch in silence. He was worried. Cruncher knew what he was talking about when it came to two subjects, football and women. If the great make-out artist said to forget about Carole, maybe he should. Bert knew that if a football hero, a potential Ail-American offensive lineman and a really cool guy like Hiatt couldn't give any advice on how to make it with a chick, it might be impossible.
"You really think it's no good, Crunch?" Bert hoped there might be 'Some small ray of encouragement shining through the clouds of despair.
"No hope at all, Bert. Believe me, lay off her. Got to get to class. See you later." The big tackle stood and weaved through the crowd, his crimson and white letter jacket finally disappearing through the cafeteria doorway.
Bert had lost his appetite, but he continued to eat anyway. Even if he didn't feel like it, he should have some food in his stomach. He had to work late tonight finishing the photo layouts for the paper. It was going to be a special edition, and he had some unique ideas to better illustrate the school's sports program.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of inconsequential events, and Bert was glad when the final class of the day ended. He hurried to the journalism room and saw Mr. Woodward just leaving.
The journalism teacher looked up from stuffing his briefcase with a stack of papers to be graded and greeted his student. "Hello, Bert. Are you going to work tonight on that special layout for the sports edition tomorrow?"
When Bert told him that he was, the teacher continued, "Good. But remember that the entire thing has to be at the printer's shop before midnight so he can burn the plates and get it run. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay, Mr. Woodward. Have a nice evening."
"I will, Bert, I will. Jim Elliot and I are going over to Jeff Morehead's house for a little poker game. But don't spread it around. We school teacher types have to keep that goodie-goodie facade at all costs. We're not supposed to smoke or drink or gamble or fuck. Or be human, if the school board had their way. 'Night!" With that, the man was off.
Bert sighed and went in the darkroom glued on to the back of the classroom. He began setting up his developing pans and mixing the Dektol and a fresh batch of stop bath. Bert critically surveyed the fixer solution and decided that he could filter out some of the silver sediment at the bottom and use the fluid again, for one more batch of prints, at least. The youthful photographer checked out his enlarger and made sure he had the negatives he needed. Most were of the football team, a few were of the cheerleaders. Bert longingly eyed a particularly good shot of Carole leaping into the air, legs spread wide and her head thrown back in a wild cheer. Bert sat on the large counter for several minutes looking at the negative and thinking what it would be like to get into Carole's pants.
He almost jumped when a low, sultry voice demanded, "What the hell are you doing here?"
He turned frightened eyes to the doorway and saw Alana Montray, the editor of the newspaper. Bert sighed in relief. He had thought it was a guard or someone come to toss him out. He hadn't bothered to get a pass from Woodward and couldn't prove he hadn't broken in to steal something.
"Hi, Alana. I'm just getting ready to do some layout work for the sports section tomorrow. What are you doing here?" Bert eyed the lithe black chick for the first time. Somehow, he had been more of a rabbit than a man before he had fucked Robin. Now he was more outgoing, more positive in his approach to women. And Alana could only be described as worthy of an approach.
The girl was alluring, svelte, trim. Her frizzy Afro hairdo accentuated the slender-boned face, the deep brown skin the color of mocha. And her body! Bert wondered how he could have ever failed to notice that before.
She had moderately large tits, but the tiny waist and decidedly feminine hips stretched her double knit pants suit outfit to the limits of endurance. If she'd had a rip in the garment, Bert thought she'd have to mend it with a can of spray paint. The shocking pink outfit clung to her like a second skin. And anew, Bert wondered how he could have missed so much. Perhaps her constant nearness had made him overlook her.
But he certainly couldn't overlook her now. He could see the tiny mushrooms that were her nipples prodding against the fabric of her blouse. Bert guessed there must be a jacket to the outfit somewhere, but it had been cast aside to reveal the almost see-through lacy white blouse.
As Alana leaned against the doorjamb and crossed one leg in front of the other, she said, "I don't know what it is with you, Bert. Lately, you seem so . . . different, I guess. Something happen to your head?"
His head? Hardly!
"You know how it is, Alana. When you're hot, you're hot. And this seems like a good time for me. Things have been clicking. But don't stand there. Come on in. You said you wanted to see how we photographers worked."
Alana smiled, ivory teeth flashing and contrasting with her dark skin. "Man, you have changed!" She slowly pulled the door shut and plunged the room into total darkness.
Bert knew the layout of the darkroom as well as his own bedroom. He took three rapid steps toward Alana and reached out, his hand finding a large, marshmallowy tit. When she squealed, Bert said, "Oh, sorry. The sudden darkness made me lose my balance."
"Like hell it did. When I said you'd changed, I was really understating it a lot, wasn't I?" Bert felt the editor move closer to him, reach out and grasp his other hand. She pulled it up to her neglected tit and quietly said, "There's two of them, you know . . . "
Bert didn't need any more urging. His mouth descended with radar-like accuracy and found the black girl's to stifle any further comment with a long, deep kiss. As his tongue penetrated the vastness of her oral cavern, Alana groaned and her arms encircled Bert, pulling him closer.
Their bodies locked together, they continued a long soul loss. Bert didn't ever want to stop. He relished the feel of her cool skin against his body, the feel of her hands roaming aimlessly across his back. His hands became cramped, but he was loathe to give up his twin handfuls of titflesh. Alana was a really stacked, hot chick, and he didn't want to let her escape.
Finally, they had to break apart in order to catch their breath. Alana said in her husky, sultry voice, "Man, have you changed!"
"For the better?" Bert asked, as his now nimble fingers began unfastening the buttons on Alana's fragile blouse. He felt her returning the favor and, soon, they were both naked to the waist. He gripped the girl to him again, this time powerfully crushing her body against his. The kiss was electric, scintillating current flowed magically between them. He felt the sharp points of her compressed tits poking into his chest. As the girl's passion mounted, her nipples became harder and tried to spear holes in the photographer's chest.
Bert allowed one hand to wander down inside the waist band of his editor's slacks, and he grasped a handful of black ass. Slowly, methodically, he began massaging and kneading the globe of flesh as he pulled her ever closer to him. He felt the girl's mound grind up against his hard-on, then eventually begin to rotate around and around testing his self-control to the utmost. With Alana rubbing against the sensitive underside of his cock as she was doing, it took all of his concentration to keep from ejaculating.
But he was learning. He kept his attention focused on her luscious mouth, her lust-hardened nipples gouging into his smooth chest, the handful of ass-cheek he was playing with. He tried to ignore the little campfire in his groin that was threatening to leap out into a full fledged forest fire at any moment.
Alana deserted his mouth to move her agile, flickering tongue to his ear. Bert felt the hot, quick breath on his earlobe, thrilled to the sensation of the snake-quick thrusts of her oral digit plunging into his ear channel. When she began to nibble and gnaw lightly on his ear, Bert muttered, "I need you, Alana. I want you more than I have anyone else before."
"No, Bert, no . . . I don't want to get pregnant"
While she was making her protestations, Bert was orally working on her ear. It was quickly apparent this was an extremely erogenous zone for her. The black editor could barely gasp out her incoherent protests when Bert huskily whispered, "I can take you in the rear. Bend over and let me get those imagine pants off you!"
Alana was beyond being able to control her body's needs and desires. She allowed Bert to slowly strip her in the darkroom. All the time he was fumbling with the zippers and snaps, he kissed her trim, slightly rounded belly. When his tongue found the deep depression of her navel, he slowly, languorously lapped and licked around it, leaving a trail of saliva that would have glistened had their activities been spotlighted.
Alana lifted first her left foot, then her right, and slipped free of her clothing to stand totally naked in front of Bert. His hands and tongue knew she was unclothed; he wanted to see her in full naked, gleaming black glory. He reached up and turned on the safe-light with a #10 Kodak filter in it. The room was immediately cast in the dim yellow-orange fight, and Bert could see Alana for the first time.
Really see her for the first time. The pale orange light high-lighted her black skin and made her appear even more exotic to him. The very tips of her jugs were firm, hard, erect and protruding in obvious lust. Bert silently thrilled knowing it was lust for him that had brought they sexy black girl to this agitated state. Her smooth flanks dully reflected the fight and the saliva trail he had left across her belly took on an almost phosphorescent quality. He had really branded her.
"Okay, honky stud man, now you get those pants of yours off!" Alana's facile hands soon stripped Bert of his trousers, and they both stood naked and revealed in the odd light cast by the filtered incandescent bulb.
Bert looked down and saw his swollen manhood jerking and twitching in reaction to the foreplay he and Alana had been avidly engaged in. Instead of a flesh-pink with red overtones, his cock looked like an orange popsicle. When he mentioned this to Alana, she laughed a throaty laugh and immediately descended.
"Mmmmm, I love orange popsicles!" Her mouth was soon stuffed with Bert's cock which she sampled with loud, lewd slurping noises. Bert felt Alana's saliva trickle down his length and mingle with the hair of the little sac suspended under his prodigious cock. The sac, containing his precious balls, slowly contracted and collapsed into a tight, hard sphere as Alana gently massaged and toyed with it. The entire time, her mouth slowly accepted and rejected Bert's steely rod.
Her mouth puckered into a tiny "O" form and started at the purple-orange head of his cock, and she sucked her way down. Bert felt as if she were drawing his entire gut through the end of his prick. In reality, she was agonizingly, excruciatingly sucking his length into her mouth, her tongue swirling and spiraling around laving every square millimeter of man-meat she found. Soon, she felt her lips brush against Bert's pubic hair. She had swallowed his entire sex-spire.
When she began to retreat, her teeth lightly scored his captive organ, and her tongue pushed hard against the tiny pinprick hole at the end of his rod. To counter this, she sucked for all she was worth. Bert groaned and almost shot his load into her mouth. His hands roamed through the forest of her wiry Afro guiding her head as she gave head.
Bert groaned, "Stop! Stop, Alana!"
Puzzled, the black girl looked up. Bert rapidly explained, "I'm going to lose it in a minute if you keep it up! You're too damn good! And I want to be in you when I blow off. So get that pert black rear end of yours up here!"
He pulled her to her feet and gave a swat to the firm ass that passed near his hands. He quickly bent Alana over the counter so that her rump would be enticingly presented for his entry. He briefly, hesitantly, dipped his finger into her flowing cunt, then traced his way back into the hot, humid crease between her demi-globes of flesh. His lubricated finger rapidly goaded the tight, strong anal muscle to relax, and he wiggled his finger inside Alana a time or two, enjoying the way she twitched and squealed.
The feeling of power was heightened when he spread her legs and moved into position behind her. The glans of his long prod touched the prepared asshole, then plunged in with ferocious speed. Alana screamed in agony as she was filled with a huge iron bar of solid man-meat.
Bert felt as if he had thrust his tool into a blast furnace. For a few minutes, he couldn't move; he just stood there, his hands spreading her ass cheeks and his cock buried balls deep up Alana's rectum. He was in the tightest fitting channel he could ever have imagined, tight and searing hot. He realized he should have gradually entered the girl's rear door, but it was too late now. He was already inside!
Alana felt the tortured inner membranes slowly stretch and expand to accommodate the huge male invader. As soon as the rectal channel had resigned itself to the added masculine visitor in the hot, velvet depths, it began to relax. Alana sighed with relief and began to enjoy the fullness of Bert in her. She could sense the slow pulsing of his cock as it jerked and danced in cadence with his heartbeat. She even imagined her sensitive inner tissues could detect the giant vein on top of his cock.
Bert gazed down at the girl's back sprawled on the table top in front of him. His hands abandoned their posts, no longer needed, and began exploring her smooth, silky back. She sighed and moaned constantly as he traced out each and every vertebra in her spine. Leaning forward, he began massaging her tensed shoulder muscles. He lovingly said, "Relax, the best is yet to come!"
His words, as well as his powerful hands soothing her back and shoulder muscles, had the desired effect. He could almost feel the tenseness flow, like water through a sieve, from his beautiful editor.
As soon as Bert felt the shuddery little moans, he slowly pulled out of her anal canal. Slow, rhythmic pistoning pushed him in and out, and he felt the girl tense again as he slipped and slid to and fro in her body. But this time, it was a different tenseness. The first had been muscular due to fright, fear of the unknown.
This was a muscular tension, also, but far finer. This was generated by building sexual desires, needs, the powerful urge to have Bert wildly fuck her ass. Bert felt the stirrings in his loins as gentle feather-light touches, almost tickling. As the frequency and depth of penetration up Alana's carbon black posterior increased, the sensation began to resemble an itch that couldn't be scratched, an urgent need that was doomed to be unfulfilled.
Faster and faster, he pistoned into her hot, compressed anus and the feeling in him grew to larger and larger proportions "resembling that of having his genitals baked in a high temperature oven. Soon, he began to lose all conscious control of his body. His hips thrust wildly all by themselves, his brain was short circuited by runaway passion and lust for his lovely and willing black partner in this ass-fucking.
Bert abandoned himself totally to the prickly feeling in his groin. The flames of lust leaped and lapped up and down the length of his tool until his belly caught fire. The liquid, surging napalm of lust, exploded in his body and burned throughout his universe. It spread in an ever widening circle, centered in his balls, until finally his entire torso was engulfed. His brain was clouded and, as orgasm smashed through his mind he jetted tons of his fiery jism up Alana's ass.
Bert rocked and bucked and wantonly ground his crotch against the needy black rear. When Alana felt Bert climax, he was buried full length in her. She had been passionately moaning and biting her lower hp to keep from screaming out her desires for him.
As orgasm seized her body and blanketed out the world except for the flaming lance buried in her butt, she abandoned all attempt to restrain her cries. She screamed loud and long and felt the surging flood of orgasm crash through her body and impact in her head. A brilliant fireworks display ignited in her brain, and she was completely lost in the vastness of her climaxing body.
The winds of orgasm soon blew away, and the two were exhausted, satiated. Bert collapsed forward onto Alana and in a few minutes felt his cock deflate like a pricked balloon and slip out of her asshole amid a gush of his creamy come.
Alana gasped out, "You are a real stud, Bert! I've never had it up the ass before, but it was soooo good!" Her voice trailed off dreamily.
"I have a confession to make, Alana. I've never fucked anyone in the ass before." He sounded almost contrite, apologizing.
"Hell, man, you can fuck my ass any time you want! Now will you kindly get off me? In case you'd forgotten, we're supposed to be working."
"Working? Working? That what we are supposed to be doing? I guess I forgot when this black chick came in and wiggled her gorgeous ass at me."
Alana chuckled as she said, "You honkies always did go for a piece of black ass!"
"Shut up, bitch, or I just might take the whole thing instead of just a piece!"
"Promises, promises, promises!" she retorted.
Bert had always wanted to be an explorer searching out undiscovered lands. That night, with Alana, he discovered new vistas-and ones which were very close to home.
CHAPTER THREE
Bert talked with Cruncher for a few minutes after school, then left his friend to speak with Alana when he spied the sexy black girl coming out of the building.
Alana spoke first. "Well, if it isn't the honkey stud with the orange popsicle. How are you, Bert?"
Bert smiled. Only a week ago, if anyone had said something like that to him, he would have been mortified, humiliated, and tongue tied. No longer.
"Still hot and hard for black ass. But what I wanted to know was the schedule on the paper. Did we get everything in on time . . . to the printer?"
Alana sighed, her shapely shoulders sagging the most minute fraction in disappointment under her yellow crushed velvet jacket. "I was hoping you wanted to know something else . . . in the Biblical sense." Bert flashed a toothy smile, and Alana continued, "To answer the question, everything got to the printer before the deadline. The edition should be out tomorrow with your photo layout in it."
Bert casually leaned against the building, then said, "Photo layouts are fun to do. Maybe we can get together for a lay . . . out sometime soon."
"Love it!" the black editor exclaimed. "But I've got to run now. I'll talk with you later about that.. . special assignment."
"My editor's wish is my command!"
Alana brushed Bert's arm with hers and a black hand lightly touched his crotch as she passed him on the steps. In a flash she was gone, leaving only a warm feeling in Bert's loins. That warm feeling began to grow exponentially, and soon Bert felt as if he'd blow his cool in public simply from the fantasies he was building in his brain.
He decided that his hard-on was too good to waste. He'd go to Carole's and see what could be done about relieving the insistent bodily urges that were becoming more and more important to him.
Bert sauntered to the van der Hoff household, taking his time and deeply breathing in the fresh, crisp autumn air. Thoughts of photographic compositions raced through his mind; the thoughts were not on photographing scenic outlooks or falling leaves. Not unless the scenic outlook or pile of leaves had a naked and completely willing blonde Carole van der Hoff spreading her legs in wanton invitation to his throbbing cock.
As he approached the house, Bert saw Carole racing out to get into the snazzy sports car driven by
Tony diMaria. Bert wasn't very good with cars or identifying them, but he thought the school's student body president was driving an Italian car, possibly an Alfa. Whatever it was, the car was red and small and flashy, just the type of thing the lovely blonde who inhabited Bert's wet dreams would really groove on.
Bert's imprisoned cylinder of lust pressed firmly against his trousers. It was lucky for the boy that the zipper release was on the outside. His needful, lusting cock might have been able to slide the zipper down and free itself if the means had existed.
The young photographer considered the dilemma. It would do no good to go see Carole. She had just left with her current paramour. But Robin van der Hoff was something else.
Was she ever something else!
Carole didn't want anything to do with him-for the moment-and he desperately needed a tight sheath of warm female flesh around his hard, edacious organ. Robin had been more than willing once, she could supply the source of his gratification again. And this time, he would be the one to take the initiative.
The Alfa roared along the street, the top down. Bert watched Carole's long, flowing locks flutter in the breeze, a golden pennant and tribute to her femininity. He sighed, then turned his attentions toward the front door of the house.
A moment hesitation struck him, then he plunged ahead. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead! And would he ever torpedo Robin's ship in its snug harbor this time!
Bert rang the doorbell and waited. When no one came to answer, he rang again and, simultaneously, Robin answered.
She looked momentarily surprised to see him but covered it well. "Hello, Bert What can I do for you?"
The youth with the raging hard-on had to bite his tongue to keep from answering that like he wanted. He decided to play it cool.
"I came to see if Carole was around. Could I speak to her?"
A look of relief crossed Robin's fine features. I'm sorry, Bert, but she's gone out and I don't know when she'll be back. Possibly not for several hours."
Bert glided in past the woman as he was saying, That's all right. I'll wait." Almost as an afterthought he added, I'm sure we can think of something to do while I'm waiting."
Robin was startled as Bert walked into the living room and seated himself. Her hands shook slightly, and the young photographer noted that she was not the completely austere, haughty woman she pretended to be. He had somehow managed to breech her barriers of reserve.
He was planning on breeching other, more delightful barriers before he left the house.
TJh, look, Bert, I think I'd better have a talk with you about this."
"Certainly, Robin, dearest Come sit here beside me." He patted the spot next to him on the loveseat Robin was growing more and more uncomfortable. Bert inwardly relished the feeling of power he was wielding over the woman. For so long, he felt as she must be feeling now. Uncertain, hesitant, even a little fearful
"Bert," she started to say, going to a chair on the far side of the room.
"Robin." His voice was flat, commanding. "Sit here." Again he indicated the cushioned seat next to him.
Robin swallowed, then came and sat next to Bert Her body shook slightly and, from Bert's point of view, delightfully. The patterned blouse housing her twin peaks of wondrous, snowy white titflesh could not conceal the sensuous swaying. Her chest heaved in reaction to the sudden stab of fear that she had lost control of the boy she had made into a man.
Bert's eyes burned with feverish intensity. And it was the unmistakable fire of unquenchable desire that flared.
"Bert, that time . . . it.. . it wasn't what you think. My husband is gone so much of the time and I get . . . I get.. . "
Robin seemed at a loss for words. Bert had no trouble supplying them for her. Not now.
"Horny? You get horny, isn't that it?" His brown eyes worked upwards from the dual mounds that were her sheathed breasts until he locked his eyes on her radioactive cobalt-blue ones. Robin's hair had become a trifle disarrayed, and a strand of the fine golden hair fell across her forehead and partially hindered her view.
Bert reached out and gently moved the wayward strand of silky hair back into its proper place. Robin flinched involuntarily. She had no desire to continue the one time fling she'd had with the boy.
"Please try to understand me, Bert. Please," she begged. "You're a nice boy, but you're just a boy. You're young enough to be my Son for God's sake!"
"Does that really matter, Robin? I'm not too good at remembering things, but I saw this in my World Lit book the other day, 'Age is a tyrant who forbids, at the penalty of life, all the pleasures of youth. Doesn't that seem appropriate to you?"
Robin shivered slightly and mumbled, "La Rouchefoucauld also said "Few people know how to be old. I think I should try to act my age."
Bert's eyes continued to roam over her slim, girlish figure. The slender legs, encased in smoky nylon, protruded from under the tight black skirt Robin wore. His eyes caressed the smooth flow of her hips, the trim, round ass, the delicate, almost fragile waist But he kept returning to the high hemline and tracing down the length of her legs.
Glorious, wondrous legs. Those excited him immensely. Calves displaying muscle, yet not bulky or knotted muscle. Smooth, sleek, and heart-stopping long limbs.
Bert loved the subtle fragrance of Robin's perfume; it drew him as a pollen laden flower attracts the honey bee. He did not reply to her protests. Instead, he slipped his hand behind her golden crowned head and prevented her from escaping as he brought his Bps to hers.
In spite of what Robin had said, she wanted him. She wanted him badly to relieve her own growing sexual tensions. The woman didn't want to have an affair with a boy, but she saw it was useless to protest He was determined and, in a perverse way, she was glad. Robin could let Bert take some of the initiative and, in some fashion she could not easily determine, the boy was vastly more than he had been. No longer scared or unsure, he appealed to her on the most elemental sexual level possible.
Robin wanted Bert's long, hardened prick shoved between her legs and up her cunt. She wanted the satisfaction a woman received only when a man fucked her.
The coral tip of her tongue raced around her lips a split second before Bert's melted against hers. It was a silent invitation. A tacit acknowledgement that she was saying one thing while her body, her very core of being, screamed out another.
Bert's kiss was not very adroit. He had much to learn about properly kissing a woman. But Robin was just the person to show him. As she wanted to the feel of his lips against hers, the woman began to return the kiss with fervor and ill-suppressed desire.
The youthful photographer felt the difference instantly. He hadn't missed the tiny circuit of the lips Robin made before he kissed her. Bert certainly couldn't miss the feel of her mouth opening slightly, the increased pressure and the probing tongue delving into his mouth. Although the youth had been the "One who started this session, it was obviously turning into another educational experience for Bert Ellis, the boy stud!
He'd always wanted to get sex education out of the class room and back onto the playground where it belonged!
He continued holding Robin's head firmly pressed toward him as she teased and taunted his tongue with her own dexterous oral digit. The taste of her saliva was sweet, succulent and indescribably delicious. The delicate, feather light touches of her tongue against his seemed to ignite passions in Bert's body that were barely controllable. Bert felt himself growing harder, the head of his cock spreading like the hood of a cobra preparing to strike. And, like the snake, he felt the sinuous wiggling back and forth as his excitement grew.
Robin reached down and pressed against the lump In her sex partner's trousers. He would have gasped except that the woman's tongue had completely entrapped his; he could say nothing, only breathe harder and faster as she constricted her hand and grabbed onto his cloaked balls.
The teenager pulled her head back, breaking the mouth to mouth tutoring with some reluctance. Bert managed to mumble, "Free it . . . my cock feels like if s going to bust open!"
A tiny smile danced on Robin's lips. It will, Bert, soon it will. I promise."
The rhythmic squeezing of his crotch excited Robin as much as it did the possessor of those proud, churning balls and quivering dick. Robin descended again onto Bert's mouth, forcing his lips apart with her darting, agile tongue. Inside his mouth once more, she began to explore, an expert at spelunking in men's oral caverns. This one was a real treat because Robin knew she might be the first to ever explore the depths. The woman wasn't certain but, for all of Bert's newfound confidence and take-command airs, she guessed that he had not been on many dates. That girls had been a mystery, mysterious and wonderful-and not a little bit frightening, also.
If Robin could have read Bert's confused mind, her hunch would have been confirmed. Bert was thinking that this had to be Heaven, he must be dead and gone to his reward. Kissing Robin was nothing like kissing Emily or Patty or even Jenny Lou, his first heart throb in junior high. This was something greater, a higher class, a quantum jump in excellence and arousability. The kiss was electric, dynamite, but it was nothing to the sprouting manhood building into a towering spire at his groin.
His cock was unbearably bloated with desire to be buried again in Robin's clutching, tight, hot cunt. He wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of her love tunnel around his length grasping at him like she had done before.
But Robin had other plans. The woman wanted to initiate Bert into as many of the intricacies and delights of sex as she could; she felt like a schoolgirl again leading a stumbling student along the path to satiation.
Her hand stopped gripping at Bert's jeans. Thumb and forefinger carefully reached out and took the zipper in a firm hold. Slowly, with a teasing, torturous slowness, she dragged the piece of metal down its track. Bert's eyes were glued on the spectacle. The slender fingers tipped with fuchsia-tinted nails opened the front of his trousers. He began to feel even more excited just thinking of what was to come . . . him!
Those agile, groping fingers dived inside the opening that had been created and fumbled until his fleshy rod pulsed against them. Again between thumb and index finger, Robin grasped the sweaty, shaking tool and pulled it out into the cool air of the living room.
The sight of the purpled head quaking in lust-for her!-caused her crotch to begin to water. Robin could barely restrain herself from ripping off her clothing and cramming that turgid tool far up inside her and reveling in the feel of pulsing cock beating out an erotic tempo in her cunt
Bert's hands, even shaking as they were, managed to free the buttons running down the front of Robin's blouse. The garment hung open, and he saw for the first time the black, lacy bra that did little to hide her tits but supported the twin demi-globes of flesh nicely. His hand strayed and gently plied the smooth, warm expanse of her flesh, wanting to completely free those enticing mountains of tit from their lacy encumbrance. Jugs were meant to be felt handled, fondled, sucked, not trapped in some conical contrivance originally manufactured by a demented Frenchman.
Bert managed to insinuate his clumsy hand behind Robin as he searched for the eyes and hooks of her bra strap. His inexperience with such things betrayed him. Or it might have been his inability to concentrate as Robin began stroking his cock from its hairy base to the sensitive, twitching crown. Her initial strokes were soft, gentle and barely perceptible. As the woman squeezed down, gripping Bert's length harder and harder, the sensations smashing through his body increased tenfold, a hundredfold. Lances of pure, undiluted joy seared his nerves like acid.
But it was a pleasurable torture Carole's mother was meting out to him. He could have rocked back on the loveseat and allowed her to do nothing more than give him a hand-job.
Through his lust numbed brain came other messages, the maturing voice of sexuality from a higher plane. Bert continued to strain and eventually managed to free the diabolical fasteners of Robin's black, frilly bra. As if spring loaded, the bra snapped around her, hanging only by the twin straps over her shoulders. A little bit of maneuvering on both their parts and Bert soon had gotten the woman out of both her blouse and brassiere.
The sight of Robin naked to the waist sent a jab of excitement through Bert's psyche that caused him momentarily to lose the sexual control he was learning. The two jugs bouncing and bobbing, tracing out invisible figure eights in the air with the ruddy nipples were almost too much for him to bear without ejaculating.
The woman's breasts were tributes to her femininity. The first time he had seen them, his mind had been dulled and blurred with the shock of what had been happening to him. This time, although extremely excited and desirous of fucking this woman until she was cross-eyed, Bert retained some small vestige of objectivity.
The teenager studied the expanse of skin revealed to him. And it was marvelous. The slight sag in Robin's tits was the only indication that she was nearly forty years old. She kept herself in superb physical shape. The idle thought drifted through Bert's mind that fucking a couple times a day might do it, keep the muscles firm and toned, keep that mysterious glow that seemed to flush a woman's complexion after a really good fucking.
The tits weren't monstrous, and for that Bert was glad. He had decided huge, tremendously floppy tits weren't for him. If he had looked at the small tag on Robin's discarded bra, he would have found the notation "36C" She had moderate sized tits, boobs large enough to pop into a mouth watering for woman flesh, but not grotesquely large. Anything more than a mouth full-or a handful-was a waste of good material.
As Robin stroked with increasing urgency along Bert's tumescent lust staff, he dropped to suckle at one of the inviting nipples presented to him. The fiery red nubbin of flesh pointed at him, seemed to accuse him of dereliction of duty. The youth didn't want to be guilty of failing to respond where he was desperately needed. His lips touched the slightly bumpy plain around the erectile tissue, and then he compressed his lips until he managed to trap only the nipple between them. Bert's tongue flashed forward, racing full force into the tiny mound of pulsating flesh.
Robin quivered, and he felt her breath quicken. His rough, wet tongue laved the surface of the nipple repeatedly, each stroke bringing forth an even more emphatic reaction from Robin. At one point, Bert almost had to desert his carnal post and scream out his own passions. Her slender fingers had brutally clamped down on his cock as if trying to milk him of his come. It had been a reaction to the lust pounding through her body, an involuntary sudden action.
"Oh, Bert, Bert . . . that's sooooo niiiice!" Robin moaned as the teenager mouthed her nipple anew.
His tongue began to spiral around the nipple and engulf the aureole. Bert decided that he liked the taste so much he would continue until he had the entire tit, firmly ensconced in his oral cavity. His twisting and licking motion took him around the conical mountain of flesh and down the snowy slopes. As more and more of Robin's breast entered his mouth, Bert found it increasingly hard to use his tongue anywhere except across the nipple.
Robin didn't mind. Hard man-meat in one hand and wet, superbly gratifying mouth around a tit, she didn't mind at all!
She felt his teeth bite into the sides of her breast as the boy's jaws stretched to take in more and more of her tit. The woman thrust her chest forward inviting him to take all he could. It was a carnal Garden of Eden for her. The sensations spearing into her chest set off a delayed reaction depth charge inside her and caused her cunt to itch and beg for occupancy. Male occupants. Long, hard, throbbing, powerfully stroking male inhabitants.
But she remembered her vow to introduce Bert to more specialized erotic techniques. Some oral sex would satisfy him and do much in the way of satisfying her own needs.
"Bert," she cooed, "Bert, darling, let me go for a second."
His ears were benumbed with longing, but the youth did as he was bid. Robin still had him under her spell, she could still dictate to him. Not that he minded. She was the best teacher he'd ever had! And he enjoyed the homework more than he had ever thought possible!
Robin's questing mouth dropped to Bert's crotch. Using her hand, she guided the purple hooded shaft protruding proudly from the boy's groin into her mouth. She did not take the entire length at first Robin only lightly touched the sensitive glans with her tongue, making small circuits around the periphery of his organ. She tasted the slight secretion from the youth's seldom tried penis. Man musk assailed her nostrils and excited her immensely. Robin licked out with frowning fervor at the trapped morsel nuzzling against her lips.
She attempted to poke her tongue into the tiny pinprick hole at the end of the rod and failed. But it didn't matter because the act caused Bert to squirm and thrash with mounting ardor. When the woman's tongue stroked and lightly caressed the underside of his cock, Bert nearly lost his mind. Jolts of lightning blazed through his head, shock waves of carnal intensity assaulted the fortress of his brain and shook him to the very foundations of his being. His body heaved, and again he had to restrain himself from coining.
Sensing how near orgasm the boy was, Robin halted her oral ministrations for a moment, electing to only stroke and feel the jerking rod. As his passions abated slightly, her mouth engulfed his shaft, and the woman began to take his entire length into her awaiting oral cavity. As the youth had done with her tit, Robin now returned the favor on his pole. Her dexterous organ of taste rotated around and around licking and savoring every tiny portion of cock.
The taste was wonderful and one of which Robin was incapable of getting enough. She loved fucking. She loved sucking. And being the one to introduce the teenager to the mysterious and fantastic wonderland of sexual activity excited her beyond mere words.
The shaft slid smoothly into her wet, salivating mouth. She bit down slightly, gently, so as not to harm the flesh under her teeth. As Robin carefully gnawed on the resilient, blood-surfeited flesh of Bert's cock, the youth broke out into a profuse sweat He gripped the cushion on the loves eat with ferocious intensity, his fingers biting deeply into the soft fabric and stuffing material. He was lost in a fairyland of bewildering reactions. Bert wasn't sure he could sort out all the simultaneous sensations impinging on his body and brain.
He was furiously perspiring, but that was the result of his arousal. And his sexual arousal was caused by . . . what?
Was it the sight of Robin's naked tits and gently bouncing body? The way her nipples rubbed against his legs? Was it his mouthing of those scrumptious tits that had started it all? Or was it her expert mouth gulping and erotically tormenting his manhood?
Or was it all of those things plus his own fantasies come true?
Bert couldn't have cared less. He slid back and allowed Robin to do what she wanted with his body.
Robin sensed the youth's burgeoning passion by the feel of his cock. It now jerked and quivered with an accelerated pulse rate. It expanded and grew in girth and length as more and more blood pumped into it, making the cock a true man's sword fit for sheathing in any woman's scabbard.
But the fellatrix was going to deny this succulent hunk of meat that privilege . . . this time. Even though the zipper was an encumbrance, both were too far gone down the road of love fever to bother with the metal contrivance. Robin's nose burrowed and snuggled into the tangled mat of Bert's pubic hair as she swallowed his seven inches. Holding it in her mouth, she raised her head slightly, pressing the underside of his cock down hard against her tongue, then retreated reluctantly. As Bert's tender flesh prick was drawn across the slick, moist tongue, explosions wracked his body. The deliberate torture bent his stiff rod the slightest bit and added to his arousal in a magnitude he had not thought possible from his already hot body.
Robin felt the teenagers' prick slip across the roof of her mouth. And a palatable dick it was, too. Tasty, a true gourmet's treat She didn't know why her daughter didn't want to partake of a feast like this, but Robin couldn't care. Let Carole play her cock tease games. And Carole's mother would have all the fun-and cocks.
Her teeth slid to the backside of the expanded hood on the end of the teenager's love piston. Robin locked down the tiniest amount, then pulled back, her teeth lightly scoring the delicate flesh. Bert writhed and moaned in the mindless throes of passion. But Robin admitted he was doing an admirable job in controlling himself.
If she had known that Bert was doing it for a greedy reason, it would not have mattered. He knew the sucking and kissing and licking along his cock was really turning Carole's mother on in a big way, but it was for his own satisfaction that he kept from Jetting his load. The youth wanted this to last forever. He did not want her eager, hungry mouth to ever leave his cock. The prickly sensation that crept down his cock and into his balls warmed his body and stirred emotions he had been unaware of possessing.
The first time he had been scared, awed. With Alana, they had both been a bit too eager for proper foreplay, for adequate arousal. This time, the first time anyone had sucked him off, was going to be different. He was going to explore the sensations and glory in them all. The wetness of his cock as Robin traveled his length was but one portion of the entire collage of feelings.
The teenager ran his fingers through the lustrous strands of her platinum hair. Bert caressed and toyed with her shell-like ears, guided her head in the motion up and down his stalk. And, the musky scent that so aroused him had to be emanating from Robin.
The boy's fingers couldn't search for her crotch and find out for certain, but if they could have, he would have found a veritable rain forest of tangled pubic hair totally drenched in cunt juice. Robin was gushing her internal lubricants out with torrential force. The gale winds of sex blowing inside her hurled the liquids out to dampen her nylon tricot bikini briefs and make her wish she had on a pair of her crotchless panties.
But then her lust-juices would still have dribbled down her leg. It didn't really matter, however. Bert knew she was hot. And Robin knew Bert was straining to control his body. She enjoyed playing with him, wished she could reach the hairy little compacted sac containing his balls. A tweak or two there would have brought the rushing flood of his come to sear and whitewash her throat.
As it was, Bert didn't need any expert fingering of his scrotum. The rubbing of his balls across his rough jeans was doing an adequate job of stimulation. Too good, as it turned out. He felt the juices inside him begin to boil and churn, his rocks rumbling in the stewpot of his groin. The safety valve on his pressure cooker was being breeched against his will; Robin's educated mouth had taught him still another lesson of the flesh.
Robin's cheeks went concave with the suction she applied to his tube of joy, and he hunched his hips up thrusting his length back into her mouth. Robin backed slightly away, forcing Bert's cock to withdraw against the intense vacuum in her mouth. As if some Pied Piper had begun playing on his organ pipe, the semen and sperm that had been banging away at Bert's restraints erupted with seething, demoniac fury. His come soared into the eagerly awaiting mouth of the woman crouched in front of him.
Robin swallowed the first spurt of come easily, the second almost drowned her it came so quickly after the first onslaught The third and fourth filled her mouth and caused a trickle of the viscous white jism to run down her chin.
Bert's body was gripped in the velvet and iron of orgasm, and he wandered through the fun land of his body's intense reactions for what seemed too short a time. He drifted back down from his sexual high to the reality of the room, the woman in front of him, his come whitely shining on her face.
Bert watched in fascination as Robin's tongue slithered out and expertly captured the runaway jism of his prick. The wet pink digit hooked around the gooey strand and herded it back into her mouth where she seemed to sample it like a wine connoisseur tasting a fine vintaged wine. A contented smile was on her lips, her eyelids were half closed as she laid her head down in Bert's lap.
The teenager gently stroked her hair, smoothing it where he had been lacing his fingers through the golden forest and disarraying the strands.
"Bert," Robin said, her voice low and husky, "I really shouldn't have done that. I don't want to make love to you on a regular basis and yet . . . " her voice choked slightly.
"And yet I'm weak. My body overcomes me, and I can't control myself. I know you would rather be doing this with Carole than an old woman, but I just can't help myself."
Bert smiled a trifle. "You're not an old woman. Yon don't look it, and you certainly don't make love like it I can't even say Yd be coming back here if it wasn't for you. Sure, I want Carole to go out with me, but is she half as expert at lovemaking as you are?"
Robin gave a tiny snort "Hardly. I don't understand her. But that's not what I was intending to say to you, Bert"
She lifted her head and gazed into his chocolate eyes. "I really shouldn't lust after you, yet I do. I can't control myself. If you could, it would be the best for both of us."
Bert's vision was firm and never wavered from those blue orbs pleading and cajoling him. "I'm learning to control myself." The answer he gave wasn't quite that to the exhortation Robin had just voiced. But she didn't seem to notice the double meaning.
Robin put her head back down into his lap, Bert's cock deflating under her cheek as his sexual need for this ravishingly beautiful woman departed-for the moment
CHAPTER FOUR
The algebra class was as boring as usual. Bert didn't really enjoy math all that much, though he had to admit to a certain fascination in seeing the way numbers could be fit together, taken apart and reassembled to give answers to seemingly impossible problems.
His real enjoyment of the class came from the teacher. Miss Mufioz was easily the most sexy teacher he had. She was only twenty-three or so, just out of college and still veneered with the enthusiasm for teaching.
Bert didn't care about the teaching part; math wasn't his bag. But, he was growing more and more aware of the turn his daydreaming took in this class. He had started out the semester thinking of Miss Mufioz-he didn't even know her first name-making overtures to him. Sexual overtures.
He bad heard the grapevine rumors that Miss Mufioz and the physics teacher had a thing going, but it was only a rumor. Bert couldn't see how that could possibly be true. Mr. Theodore was hardly a handsome man, and he was probably ten years older than Miss Mufioz. Bert didn't know much about physics, but his friend, Chuck Farley did and said Theodore was a bit on the dense side.
Bert's daydreams metamorphosed into him seducing his algebra teacher. Why not? Hadn't he done just about everything now? Oral sex and anal sex and plain old wonderful fucking. He was getting to be a man about town and confident of himself for the very first time in his fife. Let Cruncher go after the teeny-boppers . . . he was a man and men go for women.
There was no denying that Miss Mufioz was a woman. None at all. His lusting eyes studied her trim figure. She wasn't very tall, perhaps only five-three or five-four, but she packed one hell of a lot of sheer sexiness into that diminutive height. The youth did some quick calculations in the margin of his notebook-not on quadratic equations which were today's topic-but on estimates of Miss Munoz's figure. Perhaps 35-22-35. Bert solemnly nodded. Those looked like good figures.
One damn fine figure, to be sure. He scribbled a bit more and came out with 89-56-89. Somehow, the metric equivalent in centimeters didn't seem to convey the proper respect for such a fine body. The numbers were too large, too gross for a fine-boned, perfectly formed woman.
Even though it wasn't all that hot in the classroom and school board members frowned on it, Miss Mufioz's blouse was unbuttoned not the regulation top button, but the top three buttons. The shadowed valley between her tawny fleshed breasts was daringly revealed-daringly for a teacher, at any rate.
The skirt she wore was tight and seemed to be sprayed onto her ass and upper legs. The bored math student became an avid one as Miss Mufioz moved from behind her desk and began to pace back and forth in front of the class. Her legs flashed back and forth from under the miniskirt-Bert was certain that her very appearance was another school board prohibition. Teachers were required to be staid, maidenly, even old maids with morals to match.
This fiery Latin beauty could have easily played the seductress in any of a dozen spy movies the teenager had seen. A spy like Mata Hari, seducing men and getting state secrets from them using her body.
If Miss Munoz had tried that on him, Bert would have revealed anything she wanted to know!
But that was his old fantasy. Bert's new one had him boldly walking up to the sexy teacher and asking for some private tutoring, after school, at her house. Then, once there, the pretense of learning algebra could be discarded, and they could begin to learn all about each other's body. The symmetry of his teacher's body, the geometry of her curves, the trigonometry of her pubic triangle, the linear algebra of his straight prong thrusting into her wanton cunt, those were the kinds of math he wanted to learn firsthand.
Bert shook his head to clear away his illusions when he heard his name called. Even her voice was low, husky, and incredibly sexy. But cold panic clutched at his heart. What had she asked him?
His attention riveted on her words instead of her body, he heard, "Bert, pay attention! I asked you what the discriminate of this problem was."
Bert glanced at the board and the answer popped unbidden into his mind.
"It's twice the quantity you have labeled A."
Twin black arches rose as Miss Mufioz showed her surprise. "That's right. I'm sorry I thought you were goofing-off, Bert Now, Carl, what would the root of this equation be?"
Bert went back to his daydreaming. It had shocked him as much as Miss Mufioz that he'd gotten the answer right. Maybe keeping his mind on sex sharpened his wits, improved his intellect With a sudden resolve, he knew what he was going to do after class.
The rest of the period flowed by as sluggishly as molasses racing uphill on a winter day. The instant the bell rang signaling the end of class, the room evacuated with a speed that would have astounded most track coaches.
Bert lingered until one or two other students quickly questioned Miss Mufioz and then left to go to their next class. He stood, gathered his books and courage, and went up to his lovely algebra teacher. She tossed her coal black mane of hair back and stared at him with warm, appealing eyes.
"Yes, Bert? I must admit I'm a bit surprised to see you come up like this. You've never done it before, and students usually fall into habits early in the semester."
Bert placed his books on the edge of the desk before saying, I've felt as if I didn't really understand the material, Miss Mufioz."
She looked at him and leaned back in her chair. The action moved her shoulder back and revealed more of the smooth, coppery skin between her ample breasts. She knew his eyes were irresistibly drawn to the deep valley with its fleeting shadows but she didn't seem to mind. Quite to the contrary, she seemed to be enjoying his obvious attentions.
"You've been doing passing work. And you surprised me today. I thought you were daydreaming and not paying attention."
"Well, Miss Mufioz," Bert started, "I was really doing both. I was paying attention but not to the lesson." His eyes locked on hers and rapid, silent communication passed between the pair.
"And what were you paying attention to, Bert?" She smoothed out her miniskirt before crossing her legs, giving Bert the merest hint of the delights that lay hidden under her skirt
I've been afraid I wasn't pleasing you enough. I'd really like the chance to show that I can . . . do more than I have been in class."
A smile danced on the teacher's lips as she said, I'm certain you are capable of doing better. Even in math," she added, seemingly as an afterthought
Td love the opportunity for some private tutoring, Miss Mufioz. It'll be hard, I assure you."
"What will be hard, Bert?"
"Why, the tutoring. I'm sure you're not one for a quick lesson. It would be long and hard."
"You interest me, Bert. Not many students would care for added responsibilities like this. Here's my address. Why don't you stop by after school today, and we can start on a special lesson? A long and hard one, but I think everything will fall into place before ifs over."
She handed him her address, and Bert smiled. "Thanks, Miss Mufioz. I'm sure we'll both get great satisfaction from this. See you around four?"
A wave of coal black hair drifted down over her left eye as she nodded assent. Bert broadly grinned, then left the classroom. He was exuberant. He could barely suppress his elation. This had worked out better than the youth could have ever hoped.
The day seemed filled with inconsequential events, all robbing Bert of his proper anticipatory mood. A brief interlude with Alana made the day a bit cheerier, then school was over for the day. He raced home, ditched his books, then split.
All the way to Miss Munoz's apartment, he wondered what it would be like. She was really a sexy chick, not all that much older than he was-only six or seven years. Almost an older sister. But she had to be really experienced sexually. She'd gone to college and all and, if the grapevine was right, she had been more intent on having a good time than book learning. Bert was inclined to discount that due to the sources. They just might be jealous of the muliebritous woman, the only teacher in the school who wasn't over thirty and going on ugly.
The teenager stopped short when he saw the apartment complex in which Miss Mufioz lived. It very definitely was not a staid, school-teacher residence. It was one of the swinging singles places where anything could and did happen.
Bert Ellis knew then that he might have struck a real goldmine. And all because he had merely gotten up the courage to ask. He filed that away for future reference . . . ask and thou shalt receive.
He wandered through the bewildering maze of apartments, ogling the chicks out by the heated swimming pool. The chill autumn air didn't seem to prevent them from wearing the skimpiest string bikinis he'd ever seen. Some were so small, they were little more than strings with postage stamps glued on at appropriate spots.
Bert found the apartment he wanted, rang the bell and waited. In less than a minute Miss Mufioz opened the door. She smiled, a smile that reflected a trace of irony as she said, "You continually surprise me, Bert I would have bet you would chicken out at the last minute. Come on in."
She quickly stood back to let him in. He surveyed the apartment and found it to be tastefully decorated. But the thing he noticed first was the sweet, aromatic odor that clung to the air. Bert recognized the pungent smell of grass. Miss Mufioz seemed to be the exception rather than the rule among school teachers. Or was she?
"Why? Did you think I wouldn't come? To see you?" Bert was fully aware of the double meanings he placed in his conversation. It was turning him on verbally sparring with his lovely teacher, almost as much as it would when he managed to finally get inside her cunt
"High schools are notorious for producing boys, not men. And it takes a certain rare courage to confront me as you did, proposition me and then actually show up with the intention of seducing me. You do plan to seduce me, don't you?" Again the smile played across her lips.
Bert sat down on the sofa. He said, "I think you have this entire thing wrong, Miss Mufioz. I'm not seducing you, you're seducing me. Who would ever believe a pimply faced sixteen year old would proposition his math teacher, then go to her apartment with the intention of fucking her?"
"And what have I done to seduce you?" Curiosity had replaced the slightly ironic tone in her voice.
"Why Miss Mufioz," Bert replied, his voice as ingenuous and naive as he could make it sound, "Simply by being so gut wrenchingly lovely. Every time I look at you, I feel myself getting harder and harder. Barely able to restrain myself through class, wanting to jerk off because you are so seductive."
The teacher laughed heartily. "That is one of the most unique lines I've heard in several years. And one of the most flattering, I might add. Call me Julia. That Miss Mufioz jazz is all right for class but not for . . . private tutoring. Would you like a drink?"
Bert hesitated. His experience with liquor was mostly restricted to beer that the other guys managed to pilfer. But what the hell? Why not take her up on her offer?
"Seven up, please . . . with some vodka added. Maybe a lime."
"You are a source of continual wonderment." She went to the small bar and began fixing the drinks. In a quieter voice, she said, "I just hope you continue to surprise me with your performance."
She thrust out the drink, then sat beside him, pressed close to the boy's side. Julia Mufioz was obviously still taking this to be a game. Bert was becoming more determined than ever to make sure it was a game whose final score she did not forget for a long time.
Bert took a long sip from his drink, peering at Julia over the top of the glass while he swallowed the liquor. The taste wasn't as strong as he had anticipated. But he knew better than to chugalug the entire glass; he had seen what happened to his friends who thought they could handle their liquor simply because it took twenty minutes or so for the effects to catch up with them.
He put the glass down on the coffee table, then turned his attentions back to Julia. She had already placed her glass on the end table and turned back to face him, another button unfastened on her blouse. Bert's view of her chest was not obstructed all the way to her navel. He noticed that she wore a bra, and he silently cursed. The youth remembered the problems he had encountered unfastening Robin's. The damned manufacturers seemed to have something against quick disengage bras.
"Why, Miss Mufioz . . . Julia . . . aren't you going to start the lesson?"
"Certainly, Bert. I think the Pythagorean theorem would be a nice place to start, but I need some props to demonstrate." Her hand roved down to his jeans and unfastened his belt and zipper with quick, agile actions.
His own hands were not still. "Since the classroom is so hot, let me take care of that for you." He stood and faced Julia to allow her better access to the snaps on his jeans, and Bert began undoing the remaining buttons on his teacher's blouse. He slipped it over her shoulders at the same time she managed to free him from his pants.
Bert was learning the intricacies of women's clothing. Julia's bra landed on top of his shorts a bare second after they landed on the floor. Her tawny skin reflected up to him, and he involuntarily caught his breath. Julia Mufioz was even prettier undressed than she was clothed.
Her breasts were youthful and firm with slightly upturned nipples. The tiny mushrooms of flesh cresting each tit pointed up in wanton invitation at him. The brown of her skin occluded the ruddy plain of her aureole, but the nipple took on the aroused red he had come to associate with his sex partners. Bert hadn't been able to check out Alana in the safelight illuminated darkroom, but Robin's nipples always seemed to glow and radiate with an inner heat of their own.
So did Julia's.
He stripped off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and socks and stood completely naked before his half-naked teacher. She nuzzled her face into his crotch. To aid her, he knelt, placing a knee on either side of her body, as she leaned back on the couch. Julia began to kiss and lick his still limp penis. The slumbering giant began to stiffen, grow larger and more manly under the juicy oral attentions.
In a matter of minutes, Bert's hard-on jerked out at a thirty-degree angle from his stomach, warming his belly.
Julia said, in a professional voice, The Pythagorean theorem states that the angle of the dangle is equal to the square of the heat of the meat added to . . . "
He cut her off by finishing, ". . . the see cunt?"
She stared up, mind fogged with thoughts of sex. "Secant? Oh, see cunt . . . " Julia reached down and unbuttoned her short skirt and kicked free from it Panty hose and incredibly brief panties followed.
Bert remained on his knees straddling his now mother-naked teacher. His view of her cunt was nice. And the boy couldn't help but see that it was sluggishly flowing out its slit for him onto the sofa. A finger descended experimentally and glided along Julia's sex slash. Wettened, Bert thrust the finger up into the woman's wanton cunt
She wiggled and moaned, "Oh, more, do it some moooore, Bert!"
He added another finger and continued to stir her bubbling cauldron of carnality.
Julia reached out, grabbed two handfuls of his ass and pulled his crotch close to her mouth. In doing this, Bert couldn't keep his probing fingers surging into and around inside her cunt
He moved his hands to her upjutting tits. With powerful squeezing motions, he compressed the already firm flesh and elicited a long, heartfelt moan of sheer pleasure from his teachers lips. She abandoned all attempts at shoving his prick into her mouth. Julia was too intent on the incredible feelings surging in to her chest from where Bert manipulated her tits.
Bert used his twin hand holds to pull Julia forward. His hairy thighs conveniently placed, he massaged the nipples by dragging them up and down along the tops of his thighs. The feeling of skin to skin friction coupled with the hair tickling and stimulating her sensitive nubbins of flesh caused Julia to cry, "Fuck me, Bert, oh, please, my cunt needs you! FUCK MEEEEE!"
Bert relished the feel of power over his Latin beauty. As passion flared across her features, Julia Munoz became even more beautiful. She just may have been the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen, aroused and arousing. His cock began to strain and throb with increased vigor, desperately needing to be encased in her tight love tunnel.
The erstwhile photographer slipped off the sofa and stood to survey the scene. Julia reached up and grabbed his cock as if to insure that he wouldn't run off. As if he wanted to!
The only logical place he could see to take Julia was on the coffee table. Bert quickly swept the litter of magazines and his drink from the smooth glassy surface, then guided her over to the table. His teacher went without a word of protest. She positioned herself so that her ass was barely on the table.
When Julia opened her legs, her gushing cunt was fully exposed to his granite hard rod.
Bert continued his attentions to Julia's fabulous tits. He began to rotate them, acting as if he would tear them from her body. One he rotated in a counterclockwise direction, the other he moved clockwise. Julia bucked and continuously groaned as the carnal waves surged through her body, tormenting her and forcing pursed lips to beg for more, ever more.
"Get in me, Bert. Fuck me!"
She had regained her grip on his prick. Using this, Julia pulled him to her gates of desire. Feeling the blood-warm head of his prick push against her labia triggered an orgasm in the passionate woman. She was a hot one, too hot for some men to handle.
Bert could stick in there with the best of them and would! He did not rush forward, blindly ramming his cock into her boiling hot channel. He advanced a millimeter at a time, his entry gradual and excruciating torture for the orgasm-wracked woman. As she drifted down from her first orgasm, Bert brushed his cock against her clit and set off another shuddery, shaking climax in her body.
Only the head of Bert's cock rested inside the scalloped pink inner lips of her cunt But the heat seared and charred him until he was sure that he'd be possessed of a melted cock when this fiery lovemaking was over and done.
But it wasn't to be over and done yet He wanted to make Julia come again. He reveled in the feeling of power over the woman, how he controlled her. And above all, the wondrous feelings in his own body granted by sex made him want to prolong this session as long as possible.
He bent forward and kissed the slightly domed belly heaving up and down on the coffee table. Julia's passions were running wild now; she could not control her body at all. Her eyes were open but glazed with the intense lust that flooded her senses. Incoherent moans and phrases gushed from her mouth, and Bert knew that Julia could be ignited again and again. Here was one chick who could run through any number of orgasms and beg for more
Her legs seemed to bonelessly snake out and lock around his waist in an attempt to pull him fully into her body. Bert resisted. He was possessing her body at his own speed. He would not be rushed. The teenager slid another inch up her twat and felt the luscious liquids bathe his cock. He initiated a rotary motion to his hips and began screwing into Julia's flaming interior.
She shrieked as his pubic hair ground into her clitoris. Another orgasm vaulted through her quivering body.
With the suddenness of a lightning bolt, Bert slammed himself to the hilt He felt his groin impact against the tender outer lips of Julia's sex, his rod buried full length up the steaming, impossibly tight interior.
If someone had alternately branded his cock, then plunged it into ice water, the shocks reverberating down his length could not have been greater. Julia's manhole was as tight-tighter!-than Alana's ass. His teacher's stomach muscles contracted and gripped ever tighter on his prick. Feeling charred, compressed, and totally aroused, Bert screamed out his own passions.
He quieted slightly and then began to concentrate. The tightness in his balls grew and signalled that he was not far from an orgasm of his own. Bert felt greedy. He wanted more. Ever more of the delectable school teacher. He wanted to fuck her so hard that she'd never forget it
Bert wanted her to compare his love-making to every other one that followed. And he wanted her to rate him tops.
His breath came in spasmodic pants, but he forced himself to take longer, deeper draughts of air into his lungs. This quieted the boy's pounding heart slightly, allowed him to concentrate on pistoning in and out of the volcanic interior of this continually erupting volcanic woman.
Slender as her legs were, they restricted Bert's hip movements. He needed more freedom. With more strength than Bert thought he would have to expend, he managed to pry the lust-locked legs apart. Unsure what to do now, he dropped one so that Julia's petite foot rested on the soft carpeting. The woman obviously thought Bert had something in mind and aided him. Her other leg draped over his right shoulder.
In this position, Bert found that he could thrust with immense power and penetrate further into Julia's belly than he'd ever thought possible. She used the foot braced on the floor for leverage to thrust up to meet his mighty heaves into her body. As the youth leaned forward, clutching the sides of the coffee table, be bent her double, Julia's leg sticking up in the air over his shoulder.
His teacher's cunt was opened even more fully to his increasingly mindless probes. Bert's mind was fogging with lust, and he was finding it harder and harder to do anything but surrender to the primal urges driving through his body. He felt the sensitive tip of his glans smash into Julia's cervix. She moaned and convulsively tightened her muscles around his length.
When Bert attempted to withdraw, it was against powerful suction and musculature used for trapping man-meat. The lewd sucking noise as he slipped free seemed to drive the woman into a frenzy. Her wild bucking and humping prompted him to screw himself into her hole again and again.
Her pussy attracted him the way a magnet seizes iron. Fast inside her belly, Bert felt his cock expanding, throbbing and burning. A sudden pulse like a jolt of electricity exploded and raced down his length and detonated in his trapped balls.
The jism he had been selfishly hoarding was not to be denied release. The boy's whitewash blew out of his fleshy nozzle and painted the inside of Julia's cunt. A multihued curtain was drawn across his brain and brilliant fireworks displays were set off in his belly and brain. His heart seemed to skip a beat so intent was his body on orgiastic indulgence. Locked together at the genitals, the student and his teacher soared and glided and dived through the oceans of eternal passion.
They both drowned and bathed in the liquid love that passed between them, relished the feel that they momentarily shared, then surfaced and stared at one another, the lust slowly fading from their brains.
Julia's leg was still draped indecorously over Bert's shoulder. He shrugged slightly and allowed the limb to drop to the floor. He supported himself on his arms and gazed down into her limpid, clear eyes, then kissed her with unabated passion. He wiggled his hips a bit and stirred his still rigid rod until it began to die, to turn into a slumbering worm.
Julia smiled, this smile one of satisfaction. "You're a great student, Bert, a really great one!"
"And you're not so bad as a teacher either."
CHAPTER FIVE
"And neither of you seem to have anything to complain about. Just little ole me, I suppose."
Bert's eyes snapped up to the doorway. In the open space, doorknob in hand, stood a young woman staring at them. Bert suddenly felt small inadequate. But he repressed the idiotic urge to cover his groin with his hands. Whoever she was, the spy in the door had already seen a lot A bit more wasn't going to change things one way or the other.
Bert glanced down at his once proud cock. It had collapsed and slithered out of Julia's come-filled orifice. Her own slippery juices as well as his creamy seed covered his penis and his teacher's pussy. There was no hiding that from anyone.
Besides, an idiot could have told what they had been doing.
Bert spoke, his voice almost casual, "Who, might I ask, are you?"
"Oh, nobody, nobody at all. I just live here." The woman came into the room, jerked her key from the lock, then closed the door behind her.
Bert studied her intently and decided he liked what he saw. He may have been embarrassed and bare-ass naked, but he managed to retain some aplomb, rare in a boy only in his mid-teens.
Bert was rapidly becoming quite soplusticated and able to handle all sorts of peculiar occurrences.
The woman dumped a load of books onto the kitchen table. That meant she was a student, but from the size and type of book, Bert guessed she was a college student. She wasn't young enough to be a high schooler. And would Julia actually room with a high school student? The thought seemed preposterous.
Her roommate was as stunning as Julia, in her own way. She was moderately tall-about five foot seven and had auburn hair that was pulled back and held by a jeweled band. Blue-gray, intelligent eyes seemed to laugh at some joke. Bert suspected that it might have been directed at Julia being caught as much as anything else. Supple, trim body, the smooth muscles of an athlete rippling under the exposed skin. A real knockout, even in jeans and a baggy blouse that fell straight down from the tops of her jugs. The boy suspected a superlative figure lurked under the shapeless clothing; her figure would have to match the rest of her or there was simply no justice in the world.
Julia spoke for the first time. "Bert, could you sort of let me up? As long as you're leaning on the table, you've got me pinned here."
Bert looked longingly back into those jet black eyes. "Do you want to go anywhere? I don't I sort of like it here." He couldn't imagine a nicer location than between Julia's widespread legs, him looking down at her body that would make a beauty queen turn green with envy.
"Bert." Julia's voice held the slight snap of command, "Get up."
The youth reluctantly did so. He slid back to sit cross-legged on the soft rug as he watched Julia Mufioz rise, grace in even such an awkward maneuver. Anew, he drank in the beauty of her form, the perfectly formed tits, the wasp waist the flaring hips and luscious legs. Her skin tone was a uniform tawny russet that made him think that one of Cellini's famous bronzes had been endowed with life.
"Hi, Barbara."
"Hi, Julia. Ummm, giving one of your students a little extracurricular activity?"
Julia glared at Barbara, then said, "You might say that."
Barbara tch-tch-tched. "And here you were the one bitching about being forced into chaperoning student dances. Julia dear, I'm sure the students would just love you to chaperone them. It's obvious this one does."
Barbara's blue-gray eyes studied Bert as if he were a bug under a microscope. As she worked her way down his body and found his groin, the clinical inspection became less and less objective and more subjective. The boy could sense the lust mounting in Julia's roommate as surely as if the girl had openly voiced it
She wanted a crack at him, too!
The old Bert Ellis would have been panic stricken. But then, the old Bert Ellis would never have gotten the ultimate fucking of his young life from one of the hottest chicks he'd ever seen. He decided to play this for all it was worth, and he might end up getting Julia and her roommate at the end of his prong.
"Do I pass dissection?"
Barbara quickly corrected, "You mean inspection."
"I meant what I said. You're eyeing me like I'm a bug in a box." Bert turned to Julia who had retrieved her drink and sat naked and unconcerned on the sofa. "Doesn't she look like she wants to cut me apart?"
Julia took a sip from her glass, then said, "More likely, she wants to eat you. Voracious bitch, that Barbara."
Bert looked up at the coed, casually perched on the bar. A brief instant of-lust?-flashed across her face, then she became impassive, judicial again. As if passing sentence, she declared, "I doubt if you could really do much to satisfy me, little boy."
Bert quaked inside. He was being put down. Inwardly he rebelled. This wasn't going to get to him. Bert would be the one to put her down, and make her beg for more!
"You're probably right I doubt if I could satisfy you. Your cunt's probably so enlarged, it would take a telephone pole to . . . "
He had to refrain from laughing at the reaction. It was precisely what he had expected. Barbara furiously exploded.
"Goddamn! What do you know . . . ? " her voice trailed off as she heard Julia quietly chuckling.
Julia looked up at Barbara. "Roommate of mine, you're the one who's supposed to be the psychology major. Who just lost that round?"
Barbara leaned back against the bar, arms defensively crossed. "You couldn't possibly satisfy me."
Bert reclined on the floor, allowing the slightest sight of his balls to excite Barbara. "I don't really know what I could bet you on that You've told me I don't have anything you want.. . "
"Barbara, I think he's scoring points against you again. And you're wrong. Bert's one hell of a good lay. He's even better than Teddy."
Barbara snorted. "Teddy Bear may have a ten inch dong, but if you ask me, he's a creep. I'll stick with Jeff. He's not as long, but he's a lot better at balling than your freak."
Bert said nothing. It finally surfaced why Julia hung around with Mr. Theodore. The guy was a fucking monstrosity with a ten inch cock. That explained why he always wore the baggy trousers. If he had them any tighter, he could be cutting off his circulation. The brief thought tickled Bert's imagination. He could envision Mr. Theordore's prick falling off because it was too weighted down to be supported.
Julia shrugged her bare shoulders. I'll get tired of Teddy one of these days. It might even be today." She gazed lovingly at Bert His heart raced at the thought that she got off more balling him than a guy with a ten inch prod. The boy swelled with pride and surprised himself when he saw his own prod beginning to swell again. It hadn't been ten minutes and already he was getting hard again!
These two chicks were too sexy for him to remain flaccid very long.
Barbara was the first to notice the rising spire of flesh. "He doesn't have anything to bet me, but how about you, Julia? A month's rent on your schoolboy. If he can get me off, I'll pay all the rent next month. If he doesn't, you pay."
Julia never hesitated. "It's a bet But I'm not going to let you hog him. I get his cock. You can great well feel his tongue rooting around inside you!"
Bert's cock flipped erect like the blade of an opening switchblade. His teacher showed an incredible amount of faith in him. And he'd never even eaten a pussy out before!
"Get those duds off, lady, and get your sweet ass over here!" said Julia, putting her glass back on the table and dropping down to the carpet beside Bert "I think I'm going to really get off this time. Just he back and hang on, baby, cuz we're going to take you for the ride of your short life!"
Julia straddled Bert's waist and reached down to grab his burgeoning cock. She guided his manhood to her cunt with cool, firm fingers. Her fingers may have been cool, but the oozing slash of her sex wasn't. Bert gasped when Julia shoved his tool into the blast furnace of her interior.
In spite of multiple orgasms, she was just as hot and tight as she had been when they had started their initial love-making. Bert's mind spun crazily and his vision momentarily blurred with the shock of being plunged back into the woman's frothing cockpit. He vaguely wondered if she was a nymphomaniac and could keep up this hectic pace forever or if she was merely a really hot chick who just didn't get very much.
Looking through slowly focusing eyes at Julia's lush figure, her gorgeous face and incredibly seductive manner, he doubted if she had any trouble getting all the cock she wanted. Unless she was truly a nympho. Bert imagined himself a worn-out, smoking ruin by the time he graduated from high school
But what a way to go!
As the math teacher attempted to force his cock into figure eights using only her cuntal muscles, Barbara finished stripping off her blouse and jeans. She advanced cautiously as if unsure of herself.
Bert had a full view of Julia's roommate. She had every right to be unsure of herself. If his cock hadn't been trapped inside the churning, velvety passage to his math teacher's belly, he'd have tried to rape Barbara. She was a vision so lovely that Bert wondered if he was hallucinating this entire encounter.
He had to argue with himself. He couldn't be hallucinating because his mind had never been able to conjure up so enchanting a vision, even in his most erotic wet dreams. Barbara's body wasn't the perfection that was Julia's, but it came damn close.
She had larger jugs. Bert fancied himself ah expert on boobs now, 38D was his professional estimate. But Barbara had a shoulder development to carry the larger mammaries without appearing to be overburdened with a lot of floppy flesh. Her waist was trim, muscled and confirmed his earlier guess that she must be an athlete. Possibly a swimmer with the long, smooth muscles in her arms and legs.
Her ass was tight and a round, compact demi-globe. No sagging flab there. Twin pillars of leg spread slightly to betray the shadowy region of her divine triangle, that fleecy mound just above the Gates of Eden. Bert couldn't see Barbara's cuntal lips, but he could imagine what they'd be like.
Blushing pink, suffusing with blood at the thought of having his lips caressing them. Possessing a slight glittering sheen from the growing secretions from the tiny Bartholin's glands buried just inside the doorway to her body.
Bert managed to choke out, "What's the matter, Barb? Afraid you'll lose your bet? Get on over here!"
The girl looked guilty. A quick glance at Julia, however, seemed to convince her. Julia was ardently going up and down on Bert's length, not quite letting the purpled arrowhead slide out of her twat before dropping back to his groin. She was methodically screwing herself and was lost in a wonderland of lust.
Barbara was increasingly aware of how much she wanted to share that sexual El Dorado with her friend. With alacrity, she glided across the floor and stood over Bert.
He grinned lewdly at her. Staring straight up at her spread legs, he could see his earlier guess was right. The light reflecting off those twin portals to her cunt were soggy with lust. Bringing her off wouldn't be as hard as he first thought.
Barbara suddenly crouched, cramming her pussy down onto Bert's face. One instant he was sniffing the heady fragrance of lingering dope in the air, the next he was inhaling huge gulps of the woman's musk. The youth decided he preferred the latter. It was more exciting.
When Barbara descended, she faced Julia. Bert could dimly see Barbara reach out and .grasp each of Julia's nipples between a thumb and forefinger. As her roommate began squeezing and rolling the aroused mushrooms of flesh, Julia's motion up and down on Bert's dick became more frantic. He groaned as he felt the telltale convulsive force of her vaginal walls clamp down on his length.
Julia had had another orgasm. But that barely slowed her frenetic pace. She poled up and down, and Bert thought he detected another, lesser, orgasm flutter through her body.
As exciting as the feel of her cunt around his prick was, the teenager was faced-literally-with a new and different adventure. Barbara's turgid cuntal lips were within easy reach of his lips. He wetly kissed her. As he felt a trembling quake through the girl's body, he knew this was the right thing to do. He continued to kiss and lick the blood-filled flaps until the salty tang of her internal lubricants gushed out to deluge his face. The elixir that greeted his taste-buds was totally different from any other liquid Bert had ever tasted before.
He decided he liked woman-wine. Immensely.
The young photographer began to slurp up the tasty fluid with increasing ardor. His tongue looped out and pulled in load after load of Barbara's cunt juices. She began to shake and quiver in reaction as Bert inadvertently found her pleasure button.
The boy wasn't sure what the meek little spike of flesh was, but he decided, from the way it was hooded, and protected, it must be important. Bert turned all his attentions to that miniscule chunk of erectile tissue. His reward was the gasp of unadulterated pleasure that escaped from Barbara's lips.
Feeling such a resplendent response, Bert began licking and sucking on Barbara's clit with renewed vigor. She wantonly ground her hips in circular motions, crammed her gushing pussy forcefully down into his face begging for more of the fine tonguing he was granting her. Bert obliged. His organ of taste leaped out of his mouth, started at the woman's sensitive perineum, then wiggled forward across her oozing sex slit. She writhed and moaned in unfettered passion at the wet, rough feel of the boy's tongue on her vaginal lips.
Satisfied that she knew where he-was, Bert's quick tongue darted into Barbara's cunt for a sampling of the pooled juices lurking just inside, then continued the journey forward to that mysterious go-button that seemed to turn the girl into a wild woman. The youth raked his teeth along the clitoral length, then quickly laved the tortured organ with his saliva.
He then sucked off all the lubricant and left the pillar of flesh dry as a bone. To alleviate this sorry condition, Bert's tongue slipped back to the coed's cunt, loaded up with a fresh cargo of cunt juice, then painted the clitoris with the viscous fluid.
Bert's vision was impaired, but he could see Julia jerk in response to his tonguing. He was very pleased at the chain reaction he had initiated. He lapped and sucked at Barbara's lust button, she tweaked hard on Julia's nipples. His math teacher's frenetic fucking would trigger still another orgasm in her ardent body, and her cunt would jerk hard along his length. As he felt the erotic pressure on his cock, his balls tightened even more, and he gasped for air which required him to breath hotly on Barbara's exposed genitalia. That would trigger another round of passion-inciting adventures and inevitably push them all higher and higher up the peak to orgasmic fulfillment
Bert knew Julia was repeatedly getting off fucking herself on his long dick. He didn't worry about her. He worried about himself. He didn't want to come before Barbara. It was a simple matter of pride. Julia was doing her damnedest to get her rocks off, but the bet was vaguely remembered, buried at the back of his mind.
He had to get Barbara to come or Julia would lose.
There could be no denying that Barbara was close to climax, but his mouthing of her clitoris and excursions into her cunt were not enough. There had to be something more he could do to titillate her . . .
At the thought of titillation, he knew what that little extra touch would be.
Bert reached up and back, searching across Barbara's trim belly, then moved his hands upward until he came to her solidly fleshed tits. Hands groping blindly, he finally succeeded in finding the rounded protuberances of her nipples. They were partially filled with blood, slightly distended. That gave him the clue. He began to tweak and knead the tiny buttons cresting her snowy tit mountains.
Barbara was assailed in two different directions with carnal feelings. Bert's tongue rammed icy stabs of delight into her belly. Coupled with the sensation of a red hot poker jabbed into her chest. As the teenager manipulated her nipples, she knew she'd lost the bet. He had unerringly found her two most erogenous zones and, when stimulated together, she could never prevent a climax.
Her body became tossed and hurled up and down on the see-saw created by Bert's agile hands and dexterous tongue. He would spear deeply into her well-lubricated love runnel, roll around and frolic in that carnal playground, then retreat past the delicate inner lips. As his oral member slipped out, his hands would clamp down on Barbara's tits. Tweaking the sensitive erectile tissue, pushing in hard against the marshmallowy underpinnings for the tiny mushroom buttons, rotating the firm' mounds with deliberate, powerful motions.
As the pressure on her jugs lessened, the boy's tongue would lash out and duel with her clit. The coed was being driven mad with the push-pull technique Bert employed to fully arouse her. She couldn't escape, she couldn't concentrate on some other portion of her body.
Barbara's lust-fogged brain soon decided that the bet was ridiculous. All she wanted was the cataclysmic orgasm she felt building deep inside her loins.
The earthshaking climax did not take long to pounce and devour her entire luscious body. Barbara shivered and shook and seemed possessed by some wonderfully erotic form of palsy. She did not scream out her lust. Rather, she bit her lower hp, but Julia did all the screaming for her. As Barbara came and the physical rictus locked her muscles, she clamped down powerfully and painfully on her roommate's blood engorged nipples.
When Barbara's body was seized by orgasm, she detonated another in Julia.
Bert grimly held on and allowed the waves of sex to wash across his body. It wasn't easy, but it was luxuriously enjoyable. Barbara came and dumped gallons of her inner oils onto the high school student's face. He gleefully licked off the tasty treat, was remorseful when the coed fell away from his face and collapsed against the wall, sated and exhausted.
She mumbled, "That was one hell of a tongue job, ldd. You really know how to eat pussy."
His mouth finally freed from its delightful imprisonment in her cunt, Bert replied, "Shut up, bitch, and let me get off. Julia's still going strong!"
And the sexy teacher was. Her body seemed as if it was made of iron. But Bert would be the first to gainsay that allegation. She was very much flesh and blood, vibrant and alive. True, her crenulated love tunnel walls seemed to be something more than simple tissue when they cranked down hard on his tool, but he wasn't complaining. It was the most erotically stimulating, hottest and tightest hole he had ever rammed into.
Julia's eyes were screwed shut as she bounced up and down on Bert's length. She reached down and fingered her own clit to give herself added stimulation in her fucking. Bert gulped at the pressure on his shaft, then decided to go for broke. Julia would keep this up all day or until she wore him out, or wore him off, as she rocketed up squirting his cock from her body with peristaltic action of her cuntal muscles, Bert lay quiescent. As Julia began her plummeting descent Bert heaved his hips upward, arching his back. They smashed together at the genitals. Both gasped in reaction to the powerful interaction.
Bert continued this, unable to reach with his hands all the way to Julia's tits. The woman leaned slightly backwards bending his cock away from his normal angle of repose. Julia placed her hands on the floor as she leaned back. Bert instinctively brought his knees up and planted his feet firmly on the floor. In this position, Julia could rest against his upper thighs.
With his cock bent to an angle of forty-five degrees from the floor and still firmly buried inside Julia's cunt Bert felt as if he were being ripped asunder at the groin.
Yet it was a sweet torture. His teacher rubbed her back up and down his legs, luxuriating in the hairy feel against her tingling spine as well as the throbbing and jerking cock buried between her legs. Julia came again, another in a seemingly endless string of orgasms.
But this time, Bert couldn't restrain himself. The acute angle his cock was pulled into, the feel of Julia's smooth back against his legs, her twin demi-globes of companulate ass-flesh pressing tightly into his crotch, the intense constriction along his length, the very humid hotness of his cock's berth all conspired against the boy.
He came. He came with the explosion of a thousand A-bombs. His mind swirled and churned and was buried under tons of sensations as his cock squirted and blew forth his load. Once expended, Bert's trip hammering heart took several minutes to quiet.
Bert watched in fascination as Julia experienced two more orgasms in quick succession. He had never seen a woman who could get off so many times in such a rapid fashion. The young man wondered if this was normal or if his math teacher was some sort of sex freak. It hardly mattered. Bert just wished that, if Julia Mufioz was something unusual, he could find others like her. It might wear him out, but it was an exciting and incredibly sexy way to wear out his organ!
Julia finally came out of her sexual daze and looked down at Bert, her jet eyes filled with warmth and ill-suppressed lust. She said, "Thank you, Bert. I don't think you really needed all that much tutoring."
Barbara quickly chimed in, "He sure didn't! And I'm mad at you, Julia! You pulled in a ringer on me!"
Julia slipped off Bert's hips and languorously stretched out on the carpet like a contented feline. "What do you mean?"
"Hell he's no high school ldd. He must be a ninety-year-old Cassanova who's kept on looking like he's sixteen by screwing every available chick from here to Paris and back."
Bert chuckled. He loved listening to these gorgeous women saying things like that about him. The teenager felt more and more like the big time stud. In reply, he said, "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Barbara." He paused a moment for emphasis, then continued, "I missed one chick in London. It was in Chelsea back in '03. She managed to elude me somewhere around Trafalgar and I.. . "
He was cut off when Barbara tossed a convenient pillow off the sofa over his face.
"Liar! But I don't care. When'll you be ready for a rematch?"
Bert shifted the pillow to a more comfortable position under his head. When would he be ready again? He glanced furtively at his depleted organ. He wasn't sure if it would ever be ready again, not after the incredible fuckings Julia had demanded. And his nervous energy reserves were used up, too. It wasn't easy watching a chick get off a dozen-or more?-times while your dick was coursing up and down inside her. And eating another out at the same time . . .
Bert answered, "Not for at least ten minutes or so m
. . .
He surprised both himself and the two roommates. It was closer to thirty minutes than ten, but it still surprised them all Pleasantly.
CHAPTER SIX
Bert and Cruncher were sitting in the cafeteria trying vainly to digest the rotten fare that had been passed off as food that day. Cruncher had a way with words, could be excruciatingly descriptive when the mood moved him. Looking at the creamed corn puddled on his tray, he had grumbled "Dog vomit" and pretty well killed anyone else's enjoyment of the food, if there had been anyone else at the table with an iron stomach who could have eaten and enjoyed such a poor meal. When he had almost finished his meal, leaving the creamed corn, Cruncher loudly proclaimed, This is the only goddamn place I know where they buy army-surplus canned leftovers.
Bert hadn't been able to eat much, a combination of lack of appetite and no great desire to get sick on the food. r
He said, "Hey, Crunch, could we talk for a couple of minutes? In private?"
"Sure, kid. Always glad to help you out."
The giant shoved his chair back, and Bert trailed after his letter-jacket clad friend. They went outside and sat down on the ridiculous fountain made from four thousand beer cans and coat hangers that the previous year's senior class had given the school.
"What can I do for you?"
"It's about Carole." Bert took a deep breath and continued before he lost his courage. "I'm still hung up on that chick. I've found some really dynamite foxes, but it's Carole that I want It's an obsession. I just can't lack it."
Cruncher looked at his friend, edged away slightly as if he were afraid Bert would do him bodily harm and said, "I got a confession, Bert I told you all that about Carole because I was trying to get in her pants. You know? I didn't want you cutting in on my territory." He looked repentant
Bert only looked stunned. "Cut in on your territory? Me? The zero in the equation when it comes to girls?"
Cruncher shook his head. "Zero, my ass! Alana keeps dropping hints all over the place what you two did in the darkroom, and I'm not blind. You've got something really BIG going with Miss Mufioz. No chick looks at a guy like she looks at you without something heavy going on. With Alana on the hook and Miss Mufioz faunching after your tender young bod, why worry about Carole? Hell, take the best you can get and forget about Miss Iceberg.
I'm not putting you on. This is the gospel truth. I did everything I could think of, and I couldn't get to first base with her. She's even dumped Tony. I don't know what kind of trip she's on. Seems absolutely frigid. Won't put out for anybody, makes the guys come begging to her. And then she only picks the suckers with lots of bread or tons of prestige."
"And . . . ? " Bert was curious to see what Cruncher's appraisal of the girl was. He had noticed the same thing. Carole would go after someone with lots of prestige or money-or both-then drop then suddenly without any warning. And, although quite a few had bragged about actually fucking her, there was a ring of bravado and machismo to the tales that didn't ring true.
To tell you the truth, Bert, she's a cock teaser. She gets her jollies stringing a buy along, getting him hot and primed, then pulls the rug out from under him. Shell walk off snickering that the sap could ever get a hard-on because of her."
Crunch shrugged his massive shoulders. "My advice, Bert Leave her alone. She didn't think a football jock was enough to fool with. I doubt she'd ever consider that a newspaper photographer would be worth the trouble. And even if she did go out with you, it would only be heartbreak hotel time. Yon know what I mean?"
Bert nodded. Carole van der Hoff did fit into the classic pattern of a cock teaser. Archetypal. But there was an elemental attraction Bert felt that he refused to give up for the frigid chick.
Thanks, Crunch. I've still got the hots for her, though. But I've got an idea which'll maybe get me a date."
Cruncher Hiatt smirked. "What ya gonna do, ball her old lady?" He laughed uproariously at the idea. He laughed even harder when he heard Bert's reply.
That's not such a bad idea, Crunch. Not bad at al!"
Bert wasted no time after school. He hurried over to the van der Hoff residence. He knew Carole wasn't there because this was the night she stayed late at school for cheerleader practice. Bert walked up the steps to the front door and started to ring, then changed his mind. He tried the doorknob and found it securely locked. Chi impulse, he went around to the back yard and checked the sliding glass door.
It was open. With the way clear, Bert crept into the house. The record player was blaring out a Linda Ronstadt album. Bert would have stayed to listen to the dulcet, melodic tones of "Love Has No Pride" but he had bigger things on his mind . . . and in his crotch.
The hissing of water from the bathroom indicated that Robin was busily taking a shower. Bert quickly checked through the house, just on general principles. He didn't want to get caught with this little act, not that it mattered that much to him. To his future with Carole, yes, it did matter, but otherwise, he had nothing to lose.
He opened the bathroom door slightly and looked into the steamy interior. The mirrors were fogged from the high humidity in the small room. Perfect He quickly discarded his clothes and dumped them in the hall, then slipped quietly through the door. The heat and water droplets suspended in the air assailed the youth instantly. The subtle fragrances of the shampoo Robin used took a few seconds to insinuate themselves into his overloaded queue of sensory inputs. But the teenager didn't mind having to wait for the full impact
He was too busy studying the trim form of Robin van der Hoff in the shower stall. The translucent door prevented Bert from a good, clear view, but the partially obscured view was far more exciting. It left a lot to his imagination, and he let that run rampant. The plastic in the door was a ripply sea green duplicating the ocean waves thundering against the beach. Bert could picture the scene; the color was perfect the sound of the water hissing inside the stall fitted beautifully.
But that wasn't the beautiful fit Bert truly desired." He wanted the fit of Robin's man trap around his cock. The only way he could get that flashing figure wrapped around his was to climb into the stall with her. Standing in the moist atmosphere of the room and just looking wouldn't do it for him.
He yanked the door open and jumped inside before much of the water jetting down from the nozzle could find its way onto the floor outside the shower. Robin was gloriously naked and totally wet. She appeared to Bert as some form of water nymph come alive from the dry, dusty mythology books.
"BERT!" she shrieked. "What are you . . . I mean . . . wha . . . P" The woman was confused and tried to back away, an impossibility in the narrow confines of the stall. With an ages old reflex, she tried to cover her snatch with one hand, her glistening boobs with the other.
"Hi, Robin. Fancy meeting you here. I was just passing by and thought Td drop in."
"Get the hell out of here!" The woman's initial shock was replaced with fury.
"Why? I thought you might like some company. Terribly lonely in these tropical countries. No one speaks the language, and all you have to eat are bananas."
"Bert!" she snapped. "Get out of my shower."
"Sure, Robin. Eventually." His hands had reached out and grasped her around the waist Slippery with soap, his caresses became liquid and lightning fast Bert applied more pressure to offset the lack of friction. He liked the feel of naked skin under his fingers, even wet skin as long as it was female.
He edged closer and pressed his body to hers. Robin attempted to shove him away but rapidly discovered what the boy already had. Wet skin is incredibly slippery. She succeeded in wrapping her arms about his body and nothing else.
Bert had availed himself of two convenient handholds. He had reached behind Robin and inserted his fingers in the deep crease of her ass. Fingers firmly ensconced in the humid valley between her buttocks, he could use his superior strength to good advantage. The youth pulled the older woman to his body, then deeply kissed her.
Robin's protests died instantly. She felt the inch by inch rise of his prick between her damp legs as his excitement grew. Bert's tongue supped between her lips and began frolicking in her mouth, teasing and taunting her tongue, playing hide and seek, drawing it out. Her lassitude began to evaporate and, in spite of herself, she found that her crotch was becoming wet. Not from the stinging rain hammering down from the showerhead but from her own lust.
Prick sticking up into her loins, nudging gently at her portals, tongue lolling inside her mouth and a wiggly finger insistently moving up her anus, Robin found herself impaled three different ways. She couldn't escape if she wanted to do such a silly thing. Why pass up such an erotically interesting encounter?
The woman began to respond to the deep, long lass that Bert had been lavishing on her. Robin's slender oral digit of taste chased Bert's back into his mouth and the hide-and-seek game continued, in both mouths this time instead of just one.
Holding the woman close to his body, Bert felt the twin points of her jugs begin to poke harder and harder into his naked chest. As Robin's need for him flourished, the tiny cherry red beacons mounted on her snow white breasts hardened into tiny pebbles.
The photographer pulled Robin even closer, using his fleshy handholds to good effect. He tried to get a second finger up her asshole but failed. He had to be content with the one already reposing there, wiggling and tickling the woman's interior tissue.
Robin's feet slipped apart slightly on the wet tile floor and exposed her golden matted snatch. Bert twisted slightly on the wet tile, bent his knees and leaned against the wall, the nozzle squirting out water over his shoulder. The feel of drizzle of warm liquid was sensuous, made his skin tingle and feel more alive than it ever had. He saw instantly that between his threefold ministrations and the spray of water, Robin was really getting turned on.
Bert slid his feet between Robin's legs, checked to make sure he was firmly braced and them strapped the woman on like an article of clothing. Guiding her with the finger he had embedded in her ass, he moved her forward and lifted. Carole's mother spread slightly wider and impaled herself on Bert's already wet spike of flesh jutting upward from his loins. As she settled down with a contented sigh, Bert felt the intense pressure against his legs and shoulders.
He had to support the weight of both their bodies, not that he minded in the least! At first, Robin's twitching and bouncing on his man-stalk was uncomfortable. The water deprived her natural lubricants of their oily properties, but Robin was so lost in the throes of fucking that her cunt fountained out almost as much liquid as did the raging showerhead.
She was soon properly greased and sliding up and down Bert's pole. With the water tumbling around them, drenching them and making their naked skin gleam and glisten, Bert was hard pressed to think of a more erotic picture. He wished he had his camera.
What a shot this would make!
The warm waterfalls trickled down his body and seemed to return him to a prenatal condition. He was buried in a woman's belly attempting to shove his dick all the way to her womb, he was surrounded by warm, amniotic fluid, and he was sensually rocked on the waves of passion that flooded his body.
Bert was content to remain propped in the stall, wiggle his finger in its tight glove-like slot, feel the friction mount on his staff and just let the water engulf him.
It was a peaceful, yet paradoxically exciting situation.
For Robin, it was totally arousing. The finger in her rectum was driving her wild. She pumped furiously up and down on Bert's manly cock, taking as much into her hungering interior as she could. All she had to do was lift slightly on her toes and then drop full force into his groin. And the warm water needling into her breast was a complete and total turn on.
The woman needed stimulation in several erogenous zones. She had never before had it occur in three all at the same time. Her innards felt like the flaming heart of a crucible in a blast furnace. The belly she so desperately attempted to fill with Bert's huge cock cried for satiation. Acid seared her nerves throughout her hind quarters every time the boy repositioned his finger. And it seemed as if electrodes had been attached to her nipples.
The hot water smashed into those aroused buttons of erectile tissue and volted savage frightening blasts throughout her chest. Her heart skipped a beat when a vagrant, overly warm spray hit her chest, Bert stroked in and out with his finger and she descended taking his entire length into her cunt-all at once.
"Chriiiiist!" she screamed, her cries drowned by the rush of the water.
Bert smiled, tossed his head slightly to one side to rid his eyebrows of the water that had accumulated there and threatened to drip into his eyes. He loved the sight of the aroused woman fucking herself on his prick. He had to admit that the feeling of power he had over her with his finger up her ass thrilled him, also. He was becoming more and more dominant and demanding. He was finding out what he wanted and learning how to get it
Women were merely a mystery that needed solving. He was amazed at how far he had come to unlocking the door into that secret and wondrous world. And all in a few short weeks. He had Robin wrapped around his little finger.
His index finger, he quickly amended, as he gave it an extra wiggle or two to make her squirm a bit more.
Alana, of the tight black ass, bragged around school that she had made it with him, when he had previously been content with just watching. If he had ever before lucked out and scored with Alana, he would have been the one doing the bragging.
Even the not quite bright Cruncher realized that something special had transpired between Bert Ellis, boy stud, and Miss Julia Mufioz, super hot and ultra sexy math teacher. If the true story ever came out and anyone discovered he had made it with her not once, but twice . . . and with her luscious roommate at the same time.. . it might not be believed.
The transformation had been miraculous. And all Bert had now that he had not possessed earlier was confidence. It took an immense amount of confidence to walk up to your teacher and openly proposition her. Then carry through with it
It took tons of confidence to walk into the home of a potential girlfriend, find her mother in the shower, strip, and then ball her. And all to get her to agree to arrange a date.
That wasn't confidence, that was outright gall!
Looking back at the track record he had run up, Bert didn't think it was all that unusual He was just a simple guy, not too attractive, not too sharp-his advantage was overcoming his shyness and radiating an aura that women couldn't refuse. Confidence was where it was at
"Berrrrt! Fuck me! Fuck me quiiiick! I can't stand it any mooooore!" Robin's passions had soared until she was at the brink of orgasm.
Bert knew that the next move was his. Did he play with her for a while longer ox did he trigger off the orgasm she begged for?
He decided the best course of action was to give her what she cried out so piteously for.
As he sank balls deep into her frothy cunt, he prevented the woman from bouncing back up by pressuring her body with the finger in her ass. Through the delicate internal membrane, he stroked his own cock with his index finger. His hands pulled and kneaded the ass cheeks and a deliberate rotary motion was imparted to his hips, though the strain was great from the position he was forced into.
Robin moaned incoherently. Bert knew the feeling inside her must be mounting. The fuse had been lit
He now awaited the enormous explosion of ecstasy as his captive climaxed.
The teenager was not disappointed. Robin's body wrenched and twirled, twisted and attempted to escape the insistent prodding he was giving her insides. Failing to be able to bounce and wildly fuck herself, Robin rammed her hips down as hard as she could. Bert felt the fleeting, featherlight touch of his glans against her deeply hidden cervix, then all he felt was the velvet vise along his blood engorged tool.
Robin screamed, got water in her mouth, choked and continued writhing about the twin spikes of Bert's body that held her prisoner as the orgasmic winds of ecstasy tossed her about. As she rocked back and a particularly violent contraction rippled down her cuntal walls, Bert found himself unable to retain control.
His balls, which had been quivering and begging for carnal release, virtually exploded, creaming the voluptuous woman's vaginal walls with his seed.
The burning shock wave raced along his cock and sprouted from the tender tip in a wild flower. Bert rocked up and down slightly, his finger in Robin's ass loosing sufficiently to slip out entirely. It didn't matter to the youth. He was caught up in his own oasis of passion.
Together, they came down from the sexual high that they had shared.
Robin chuckled and looked at Bert's deflating prong. It was covered with dewdrops of cunt juice and large gobbets of his own come. "Here, Bert," she said solicitously, "let me clean that for you!"
Robin greedily licked the come off his flaccid cock. Bert enjoyed the tingly feelings nudging his balls, but knew it was impossible for him to get another hard-on from this otherwise exciting activity. He gently smoothed the soaking blonde hair and pulled it back from the woman's face.
That's what I call a first rate job, Robin. You're too good. Let me do some of the chores, now." He took a convenient bar of soap and soon they were laughingly soaping and washing each other, the water showering away any lather they might happen to develop.
"Enough, enough, I say!" Bert cried as Robin grabbed wildly for his balls again. Having them licked clean, then washed four times was too much, even for a stud, first class.
Bert stumbled out of the shower and grabbed the fluffy towel he found dangling from a nearby rack. With a quick snap, he landed it firmly against Robin's pert ass. A vague pink spot appeared, and she yelped, more from surprise than from pain.
"You little bastard! Give me that towel!" They fought playfully for the material and ended up on the bathmat, kissing and fondling one another.
Robin stared down into Bert's brown eyes. She quietly said, "Bert, fuck me again. I need you so badly . .
This was the payoff. Now or never.
Bert said, his tone obviously brooking no argument, "All right But only if you can get me a date with Carole."
Robin tried to pull away, but Bert looped the towel around her back and prevented her retreat by pulling firmly down on each end of the fluffy strip.
"Bert! How can you ask that of me? After we've . . . we've . . . "
"Say it, Robin. After we've fucked. Not once but several times. And if you want to continue our little liaison, you'll talk Carole into a date with me. I don't really care what you tell her."
Robin's nostrils flared slightly in anger, her lips were set in a thin line. "I was just your pawn to get to my daughter, is that it?"
"No, dammit! You've got a conveniently short memory. Who seduced whom? You're the one who fucked me. Now I want a chance at your daughter. And you won't have to do anything beyond that. If she refuses a second date, it's over. I won't even talk to her again and anything between us can go on. You're so damned good at fucking, I could spend a lifetime with you and never come close to learning all your tricks."
"But you still want a date with Carole." She read the answer in his eyes. "And if I agree, you'll stick this lovely stick inside me again? And fuck me?" She reached between them and stroked the cock that was lengthening little by little.
"Yep. All afternoon long, all night long. Until you beg me too stop. How about that?"
I'll think about it." Then she kissed him and cut off further discussion.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bert had eventually convinced Robin that she should intervene in his behalf and try to arrange a date with Carole. The older woman had apparently been successful because Bert had managed to creep up behind Carole in the hallway between classes.
He studied her curves as he surreptitiously approached her. The youth was not certain of his reception, and it did seem that Carole had been pointedly avoiding him since the episode with Robin in the shower. Her mother had promptly twisted her arm to go out with Bert. The boy was almost certain that this was the rationale behind Carole's reluctance to meet him face to face. If she did, she would be forced to accept the date. If she could avoid him, the girl could alibi off by saying he had never asked.
Bert's determination to make it with Carole was unabated, but he had been considering everything that Cruncher and several others had said. He had even checked a book out of the library . . . the public library, not the school library. He wasn't sure the staid and aged school librarian would have wanted a copy of Krafft-Ebing around. That had given him a couple of ideas that would certainly be worth trying with Carole. The usual approaches to her seemed to be fraught with nothing but discouragement. Perhaps the unusual would work.
He certainly couldn't lose by trying. She was truly a sight that made him stiff. That lovely, flowing blonde hair, just the right shade, and natural. No bleach bottle for Carole. And her body was a gourmet's delight. Carole managed to dress for the full impact on the male libido, whether she realized it or not
From his reading, Bert didn't think she realized what she was doing. A classic case of approach avoidance. She was irresistibly drawn to a male, then did every possible thing she could at the last moment to avoid getting involved. A cock teaser.
Bert knew, if he was right he'd soon have her eating out of his hand. And he'd be eating out of another portion of her anatomy.
But he had to get that all important first date. Then he could try out his scheme and see if it worked. He quietly stalked his quarry, her back to him as he advanced. Bert reached out and laid a gentle hand on Carole's shoulder. For a brief second, both reacted identically.
Bert was treated to a breathtaking vista of Carole's barely fettered breasts from her unbuttoned blouse.
The top three buttons were unfastened in direct violation of the school dress code, but none of the male instructors would dare mention it to her. The few female crones that might, Carole scrupulously avoided. Bert's eyes dived like a bathyscape into the Marianas Trench of her twin peaks, studying the terrain of the deep valley between her boobs. If anything, she was better endowed than her mother.
Carole's reaction was different She had been trapped by the very guy she wanted most to avoid.
Bert didn't give her a chance to bolt and run. "Glad I finally found you, Carole. I wanted to ask you to the school dance Friday. Your mother said you hadn't gotten a date yet" Bert added the last to drive home the point that Carole had a duty to go on at least one date with him.
"Oh, well, Bert, I don't know." Her brilliant blue eyes drifted toward the floor as she furiously thought of some lie she could tell that would get her off the hook.
"Sure you can, Carole. No cheerleader practice, no tests or homework due the next day-and you don't have a date." In front of her friends, that latter statement would carry the most pressure. Carole the Nubile could hardly admit to her girlfriends that she hadn't gotten a date for the dance.
The girl's eyes elevated upward until she stared into Bert's ingenuous brown ones. "All right, Bert I suppose I can make it"
He flashed his smile and said, "Great Pick you up at seven. See you Friday. Or before." He waved jauntily as he went to class.
Bert exhaled a long, pent up breath ha relief. So far so good. Now for Friday night
The week spurted by in odd patterns of molasses and. greased lightning. The interminably long parts were in class. The ones that fled by far too fast were occasional after school tutoring lessons with Julia, sometimes both Julia and Barbara, and one long, long session with Alana in the darkroom. He had spent two hours getting the table in the darkroom cleaned and scrubbed of all noxious chemicals. Screwing on a Formica surface wasn't the best of all possible places, but the darkroom did afford a little bit of privacy, a door that could be locked, reason for being gone for an hour or two at a time and did not cause people to ask embarrassing questions.
That aspect no longer bothered Bert. Let them hint and ask all the questions they wanted. He could toss off a jocular answer that may or may not be pertinent to what the inquisitor wanted to know.
Mr. Woodward, for instance, had inquired as to the progress Bert was making on the next photo assignment for the school newspaper. Bert had replied, I'm still working on the basic layout with Alana."
"Yeah," his instructor had answered, "I know that How's the project coming?"
"Coming hard and fast, sir."
Woodward shot him a look that seemed to combine awe, bewilderment and complete amusement
Bert added, Things are developing nicely."
Woodward sighed. "Just be sure to get everything into the stop before you fix it good. Some things don't wash off, you know."
"Right, Mr. Woodward. And some things don't rub off, either."
Woodward had laughed at that. "You hicky son of a bitch. Get out of here!" The man shook his head in wonder when Bert left. It was a miracle of the modern world the change that had come over his photographer. Meek and mousy to a real tiger.
Friday classes seemed to be drenched in glue. Every second was an hour, every hour an eternity. Even algebra class was something of a drag. Miss Mufioz had dressed like a nun, all in black which could have been ultra-sexy but wasn't. Bert found out later she and Mr. Theodore of the ten inch dong had a confrontation, and their relationship was on the skids. Not that he cared, but it did bother him a little. Would Julia demand more of his time? Right when he needed every second he could muster into seducing Carole?
Bert Ellis decided he would cross that bridge when he got to it
Friday's last class vanished and Bert raced home. He had been studying his closet for three days choosing the exact sartorial elegance to don and most impress Carole. He had finally decided that his gray, black and white checked shirt with black pants, black shoes with tiny buckles and black socks would be the most effective.
He pivoted in front of his dresser mirror and studied himself with a critical eye. Bert had to admit that his garb was sinister, made him seem a trifle aloof, and yet no one could say anything was unusual about the costume.
Carole's subconscious would register the full effect, even if her conscious mind did not. And right now, he had to work on her at an elemental level, then work up, hopefully along her legs to her golden furred snatch.
Bert combed his hair and sprayed it with some abominable smelling stuff that was supposed to keep it from flopping all over the place whenever a light wind blew. The dance tonight would require a bit of moving around, and he didn't want to continually have to drag a comb through his hair. It would detract from the cool, suave and slightly bored attitude he wanted to convey.
He left his house at seven o'clock on the dot knowing it would take a minimum of fifteen minutes to arrive at the van der Hoff house. The youth wanted to be intentionally late. All part of his act, his seeming ennui with the whole evening.
The teenager pulled up in front of Carole's house twenty minutes late. He casually walked up the path to the door, knowing Carole was probably watching his every move and seething inside, angry as hell.
The chime had barely died when the door was swung open by Robin. The look on her face was something of a mixture of anger and confusion. In a low Voice she said, "Bert! I thought you'd never get here. Carole's been ready for ten minutes. Do you want to go out with her or not?"
Bert smiled ingratiatingly and said in a normal tone, "Good evening, Mrs. van der Hoff. Is Carole ready yet?"
Robin shot him a venomous look, then motioned him in. He Immediately took his place on the loveseat as Robin said, "Shell be ready in a couple minutes." The civilization-old make the male wait routine, seemed a bit trite and useless since he had turned the tables so neatly. It no longer appeared he was the eager stallion trotting after the filly, but rather that the filly was slightly stupid not being ready after an inexcusable delay.
Carole appeared in a few minutes, and Bert had to restrain himself. She was dazzling. Her very radiance brightened the room immensely. She had obviously dressed to impress him to the utmost. The turquoise dress seemed to float about her body, clinging here, flowing there. All the heres and theres were strategically placed for the maximum effect on any red blooded male.
The d�colletage of the dress was as improbable as it was heart wrenching. The sharp V notch of the neckline plunged far down past the bottom of Carole's compact melon-sized jugs. Umbra danced and masked vital portions of her partially exposed breasts in a cunningly designed fashion. Bert allowed a slight smile to creep across his lips as he said, "Good evening, Carole. Ready to go or do you need a few more minutes to get dressed?"
The teenager started to duck as Carole picked up her purse. He was certain she would fling it at him in rage at his implied insult. Bert was in luck. By the time the girl spun back around to face him, her face had fallen into a wooden mask that smiled mechanically.
I'm ready. Let's go." Ice dribbled from her every word.
Bert carefully studied her anew. The hemline of her dress was perfect for what he had in mind for the main event later in the evening. It came to mid-thigh. The photographer hitched up his pants and thanked his lucky stars that Carole had not chosen to wear stockings. That would have complicated things to the point of idiocy on his part.
Who knew? It might be nothing but stupidity that he planned. But only time would tell.
"I want to say good-bye to your mother." Bert turned his back on Carole and went into the kitchen where Robin was stuffing the dinner dishes into the dishwasher.
"I just wanted to tell you, Mrs. van der Hoff, that I'll have Carole back before midnight. Well be at the school dance-it's in the gym-and well probably go to Dan's Den for a hamburger afterwards."
Robin's lips compressed into a tight line. "I don't know what game you're playing, Bert, but you'd better watch yourself. I'll see you burn in Hell if you . . .
"Good night, Mrs. van der Hoff," he said, cutting off her low voiced tirade.
Bert returned to the fuming Carole and said, "Let's go now. I wanted your mother to know where we'd be."
As they walked to the car, Carole asked, a note of curiosity creeping into her soft voice, "And what did you tell her?"
"I told her you wanted to fuck me, and we'd be going to a motel. What did you expect me to tell her?" Bert slammed the door behind Carole with a trifle more force than necessary to close the car door.
He went around and got in behind the wheel. He keyed the car to life and took off.
"Did you really tell Mom that?"
"You know I didn't since you were listening. Don't be more dense than you have to be. I just want to have a good time tonight, and you asking silly questions isn't going to make it."
Carole promptly crumpled in the seat, clutching at the door handle as if she planned to leap out at the next street light. She retreated into a shell of silence and uttered not a single word until they arrived at the high school gym.
They passed by the hideous statue of Walter Williams, after whom the school had been named. Carole idly remarked, "I wonder why they cast him with his mouth open like that?"
Bert snorted. "He probably wouldn't stop screaming when they poured the bronze around him."
Carole spun in amazement, her mouth half open in surprise. She quickly clamped it shut when she saw Bert was not kidding. His tone and face said that he was dead serious.
She shivered slightly although the evening was still and warm. What kind of a warpo had she mistakenly allowed to have a date with her? In spite of herself, however, the thought was a bit ludicrous, and she was silently amused. But Bert Ellis was definitely not her type, not the way he'd been treating her so far. It was as if she were.. . beneath his notice!
She, Carole van der Hoff, man killer, was being ignored as if she simply wasn't important. She'd show that stupid bastard what it meant to be with a real woman!
Bert, when he was in plain view of anyone else, was the perfect gentleman. He opened the door for Carole, made the rounds introducing her to various friends of his that she didn't know. He even introduced her to Cruncher.
. . and this is Carole. I suppose you two already know each other, though. Both of you are out there on the football field. Not at the same time, of course or even doing the same things." The way Bert put it, Cruncher and Carole were both out on the line plowing through the defense of the rival team.
Carole didn't know whether to be insulted or not Was Bert merely being tongue-tied and obtuse? Yet it didn't sound like it.
She decided to turn her charms on full blast and let Cruncher be the lucky recipient. I've always admired the way you just smash right on through and take out all those big guys intent on running all over our quarterback."
"Well, sometimes I play defensive line, too. I sort of enjoy being the one to dump the quarterback."
"Oh, that's marvelous!" Carole squealed in glee, almost to the point of jumping up and down and clapping her hands cheerleader-fashion.
Bert took her elbow and maneuvered her away before she realized what was happening. "Over here is the school paper's editor. You know Alana, I guess. You cheerleader types seem to know everyone."
Alana's reception was markedly different from Cruncher's. The big tackle had been turning on the charm as much as Carole had been. Carole was met with pure, unadulterated hatred here. And Bert seemed intent on lingering, making lewd innuendoes with this black bitch and talking about trivial matters.
The band blared out its first song, but still Bert talked on with Alana. Just as Cruncher started over, his intent obvious, Bert grabbed Carole by the arm and guided her out to the dance floor. "Enough talk for now. Let's dance."
The girl couldn't get into the flow of the music, and her movements were those of a poorly coordinated marionette. Bert flowed and glided with easy grace. Soon, Carole was beginning to feel completely out of synch with everything going on around her, a new and disquieting feeling. She normally dug these dances. They gave her a chance to flaunt her multitudinous charms, bedazzle male onlookers and generally have a fine time.
Tonight, nothing was going right Her dancing, normally sinuous and vaguely lewd and suggestive, was clumsy. It was Bert who shone, who had the envious eyes of both sexes on him.
Carole didn't understand that Not completely. The male admirers were to be expected. He had a date with her. But the feminine attraction to this zilch of a photographer was inexplicable. Carole wracked her brain and failed to find the answer. He treated her like dirt. Polite, well mannered, but disinterested. And yet all the other girls cast envious eyes on him.
There was a suavity, an assured air about him that seemed preternaturally embodied in his actions. Carole was both attracted and repulsed. She couldn't decide if she hated him or not
"Bert, let's leave here and get something to eat I'm feeling hungry." She wasn't the least bit famished, but it was an excuse to allow her to escape from the myriad eyes focused on them. She had long ago learned that, in the middle of an embarrassing situation, it paid to cut it as short as possible. Leaving now was the best thing she could do.
She was half-afraid Bert would refuse to leave. He surprised her when he rapidly assented. "Okay, let's go on out to the car. And if we get to the hamburger joint early, it won't be as crowded."
Carole breathed a sigh of relief as they left the gym. The cool night air quickly evaporated some of the sweat that had trickled down the deep crevice of her bosom and made her feel uncomfortable. Outside, alone, she decided she might be able to turn the tables on her escort. Using tricks she had long since perfected might just make Bert Ellis as uncomfortable as he had made her all night long.
She moved closer to the boy, took his arm and hung on like a drowning person gripping a life preserver. "Bert," she cooed, "do we really have to go and get something to eat? I'd rather just drive around. Maybe we could . . . park and . . . look at the lights." Her voice was low and seductive. And when Carole tried, she could be very seductive.
Bert turned to her and put both arms around her, looked down into her icy blue eyes and softly respond-I'll ed, "You don't want anything to eat? What a pity." Bert's next movement was lightning fast. His arms still encircled her, but his hands flashed underneath her skirt, found the elastic band of her panties and quickly pulled them down her slender legs.
It took an instant for the girl to realize the liberty he was taking with her. Carole tried to kick him. That was a mistake. It allowed Bert to slip the blue silk panties off one foot, then the other. He stood, holding the telltale underwear Just beyond her grasp.
"Dammit, give those back!" she cried.
Bert kept his voice low. "I wouldn't want to cause a scene if I were you. If you scream, you'll have a lot of people out here. And then you'd have to explain to all of them how I just happened to get your panties and . . . stuff them into my pants pocket" He tucked the last tiny slip of the silk into his front pocket "They'd be asking you questions, not me."
The blonde's mind furiously raced. Bert was right, damn his eyes! He had treated her politely in front of the others; it was she who had the reputation for being man hungry. Who'd believe that he had managed to get her undies off so slickly?
A trembling note crept into her voice. "What do you want?" She was truly frightened now. There was no limit to what he would force her to do to get those panties back.
"Let's go get something to eat. Dan's Den is as good as any." Bert turned to go to his car.
Incensed, in spite of herself, Carole indignantly exclaimed, "Is that all!" She couldn't believe her ears.
That's all. Let's go."
At the restaurant, Bert insisted on going inside to eat Carole refused to sit next to her date and steadfastly dropped into the seat opposite Bert's. He smiled broadly as if expecting her to do exactly as she had done. That elusive smile made Carole feel funny inside, like she'd made a mistake and didn't know exactly what it was.
Bert ordered and sat talking about inconsequential things. School, teachers, even the weather. All the time, he intently watched her. Carole knew what was going through his mind. He knew she didn't have any panties on and that damned short dress kept riding up due to the smooth vinyl seat.
The blonde wiggled to arrange her dress so that it wouldn't hike up and expose her nakedness. The more she squirmed, the more Bert smiled. Carole was rapidly becoming furious with him. Bert Ellis was toying with her, making her jump through the hoop whenever he snapped his fingers, and she didn't like it Not one bit
Carole was just ready to declare it a night when she felt a cold presence between her tightly clenched thighs. With a firm insistence it pushed up until it reached her snatch. The girl reached under the table and found Bert's foot edging toward her pussy.
Frightened eyes fastened on Bert's cook composed face. He said in a level voice, "Put your hands on the table and don't resist. You'd never be able to explain it, not with the crowd coming in."
Carole cast a frightened glance behind her and saw several of her friends corning in. The dance must have reached a point of boredom where more left than stayed. And they had all come to the favorite hangout of the Walter Williams Memorial High School crowd.
The girl jumped slightly as Bert's big toe wiggled its way into her cunt. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what he was doing to her. He was actually thrusting his big toe in and out of her cunt as if he were fucking her! And she couldn't do or say a thing about it Not in public. Who would ever believe her?
Who could honestly believe that she had allowed him to take off her panties without a struggle? That she would agree to go into a public place without any undies? That she would let him diddle her with his big toe? She'd gone too far already not to let him continue!
Bert continued his impassive, almost monotone speech. But he knew what was going through the blonde cock-teaser's mind as surely as if he were a telepath. Even more to the point, he could feel the thin juices of her lust oozing from her pussy to trickle around his toes.
He felt the soft inner thigh of Carole's leg against the arch of his foot. It seemed perfectly molded for this odd fornication in public. This mock copulating that he did not reveal and she could not
Carole panicked. She could feel herself getting moist in the crotch where the boy's toe gently stroked back and forth. He would start on the vinyl, trace his toe along her perineum and then caress her cuntal lips. The inner fluids she leaked out frightened her. Without meaning to, she was egging him one, giving him a reason to further humiliate her. And yet, who but she knew what was happening?
She looked around and saw her friends snuggling close to boyfriends, hands fluttering under the tables groping for various portions of the other's anatomy. Carole and Bert appeared to be distant, even polar toward each other. He spoke quietly, a monotone that would put most people to sleep. And she sat across the table from him, continually pulling her dress down like a sedate young lady.
Could she carry out the charade? Could she keep from showing the emotion she felt? Carole began tearing the napkin into tiny strips to alleviate the nervous tension building in her body. As Bert's toe stroked up and down her sex, lances of fires leaped up into her belly and destroyed her normally composed behavior.
She must not show any unusual emotion!
As the wandering digit prodded against her fully erect clitoris, Carole almost came. She clenched down hard on the napkin, bit her lower lip and looked out the window beside their booth.
The waitress placed the greasy hamburgers in front of the pair, then solicitously asked, "You all right, honey? You look like you're, uh . .the voice lowered as she continued, ". . . you're having a hot flash."
The waitress glanced at Bert, embarrassed that she'd been so forward with a teenager in front of her date.
Bert suavely said, "That's quite all right She's just having a momentary hunger pang. Isn't that so, Carole?" He punctuated his question with another long, wiggly excursion into her love hole.
Carole's blonde head bobbed up and down. "He's right I . . . I'm ffffeeling weak from . . . hunger."
The waitress looked skeptical, but said nothing else. She had ten other tables to serve and didn't have time to waste with one chick in the middle of her period.
Bert said, "You did that very nicely. My, doesn't this hamburger look good?" Carole's blue eyes, slightly glazed from the diddling he continued to force on her tormented twat, didn't fail to notice that he piled on all the onions he could.
"Eat up, Carole. Although we've plenty of time, I promised your mother I'd get you home before midnight." It was only nine o'clock.
Carole could not finish her hamburger. The toe that coursed up and down her slash tortured her to an unbelievable extent. She experienced an orgasm and had to camouflage it as a coughing fit. Bert looked on, a clinical observer studying a patient His face betrayed none of the gloating he felt. He, Bertram Ellis, had broken through the iceberg's exterior!
Without having to be told, he knew that he could have anything he wanted after they left the restaurant
"Excuse me, Bert. I . . . . I . . . " she swallowed hard as he turned his foot sideways and plied all of his toes along her sex slit "I want to . . . go . . . ttto tthe lladies room." She finished her statement in a rush.
Bert only shook his head in negation. He continued to eat his hamburger, chewing carefully before swallowing.
"Please!" she cried out. Carole was instantly aware of three dozen pairs of eyes on her.
"Better keep your voice down, Carole. People are staring at you."
"You beast!" she sobbed. The itch in her genitals was unbearable. She had to have surcease. She had to get him to stop playing with her using his foot
She wanted his hard, throbbing cock inside her!
Carole felt the growing urgency in her cunt again as another toe-triggered orgasm built up. She had totally ripped apart four napkins and was bending the fork. Lances of agony/ecstasy jolted into her. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to continue.
Carole van der Hoff wanted him!
Suddenly, the teasing array of toes disappeared from her cunt. She tried to straighten her dress and decided against it. She would have to lift her butt off the vinyl and that might expose a flash of bare skin. The girl had to be satisfied with pulling her dress down over her legs without freeing the material trapped under her.
"Let's go." Bert stood and walked to pay the check. In amazement, she looked down and saw he had somehow managed to get his sock and shoe back on without reaching under the table. Her lust numbed brain couldn't figure out how the acrobatic feat had been accomplished.
All she really cared about was leaving. In a hurry. Without talking to any of her friends. She had been stupid enough to choose a short dress. Now she didn't dare stand near any of the tables, let the occupants look up and see her pink lipped, golden furred nakedness underneath. They would all smirk. They would all start whispering about her.
Carole couldn't bear the thought.
She rushed out past table after table, her arms locked firmly at her sides to prevent her dress from swaying.
Bert casually walked out, bidding a couple friends good night, then sauntered after the girl.
He caught the fragment of conversation from a table near the door. "Did you see that. And damned if Carole didn't rush out of here looking like she'd just been fucked. And that Bert Ellis is as cool as a cucumber. Wow!"
Carole was already in the car, hands firmly gripping the hem of her dress. As Bert got in, she said in a voice of cold rage, "I hate you! I hate you, Bert Ellis, like I've never hated anyone else before! I could kill you! OH!"
Bert started the engine and didn't say a word until they were out on the street "What do you hate me for? No one knew what was happening back there. Except you and me. And are you telling me you didn't enjoy it? I think you'd be lying if you said you didn't get off on the entire scene."
Carole sat rigidly for a moment then said, "Bert Fuck me. I want you to stuff your cock up where you bad your toes."
Bert Ellis did not immediately respond. He turned a sharp corner and drove to a favorite lover's lane that overlooked the city. The lights were spectacular but few ever saw them, except before or after the reason they made the drive.
"Bert," Carole asked, plaintively, "Will you?"
Bert turned off the ignition and lounged back in the seat. "Why should I? You've never given me the time of day before. Why should I do anything at all for you?"
Carole's temper flared. "You make it sound like you'd be doing me a big favor! Such gall."
The quiet words that answered unnerved her more than anything else he had done to her all night long.
"I would be doing you a favor."
Long minutes of silence dragged between them, then Carole said, "Bert, please. My . . . my crotch is burning. It feels like it's filled with ants or something. Please!"
"You're begging for my cock? Come, come, you can be more original than that. If you want it, what're you willing to do for it?"
Carole's eyes glowed luminously in the dim light "What do you mean?"
"I mean you've got to earn it. What'll you do to earn my cock?"
Carole thought for a few seconds, her hands rubbing against the thin fabric of her dress. "I'll pose for you for that silly contest. How's that?"
Bert shook his head. "No good. I've already got someone else lined up," he lied. "Besides, it's my cock you want. You have to do something for it."
"Like what?" Her voice betrayed her soaring emotions.
"Suck on it." His voice was absolutely level. He could have been giving a weather report rather than ordering her to give him a blow job. Yet they both realized this was exactly what he was doing. Bert wasn't stating an alternative, he was giving a command, an order that Carole would eventually give in to.
A timid little girl voice, so unlike her normally husky, sultry tones came, "Okay."
Bert unzipped his fly but didn't move from his seat "Go on. Suck for all you're worth. If you know how!" The final challenge he hurled at Carole almost yanked the girl across the car.
Her mouth encircled Bert's cock and licked and lapped with an avidity that reflected just how hot she'd gotten back at the restaurant. Carole paid no attention to the fact that her short dress hiked up and displayed the rounded twin globes of her buttocks. In the faint moonlight they gleamed a pearlescent white. Bert gazed at them wanting to reach out and take them into his lusting grip. But he knew that as much as he desired to take them-and Carole-he couldn't
Not yet. But soon.
Her naked ass did more to harden Bert's cock than the inexpert cocksucking that Carole was giving out Bert just relaxed as much as he could and stared out across the city. Tiny jewels strewn from the hand of a drunken giant Beacons in the night guiding him on his way to a sexual Nirvana. All that and more as Carole tongued his now fully erect pole of manhood.
Bert didn't touch her. He longed to caress her golden, shimmering hair, to guide her motion up and down his shaft. The youth refrained. He wanted nothing more than to reach around and stuff a few fingers up her steaming twat. He didn't
He just let her continue her oral assault on his organ.
Carole couldn't understand Bert's passiveness. There was no way she could even guess he was playing a bigger game than just one fucking. That he was going for broke. Either he hooked her into a long string of love-making or he lost everything. Starting with nothing, he had everything to gain and nothing to lose.
The blonde continued pulling at his prong, licking it with her tongue and rubbing the blood-engorged head against the roof of her mouth. Carole was at a loss to understand why Bert didn't instantly ejaculate. Every other guy she'd sucked off had shot his load in a few brief seconds. She disliked stuffing a prick into her mouth. It was distasteful to the girl but sometimes it was the only way to cool a date off and prevent outright rape.
She was expert at dragging a guy along, then dumping him hard, and lusting after her body.
Now that she had found someone impervious to her charms, she didn't know how to handle it Carole finally decided that sucking Bert off as quickly as possible would take care of him. That would force him to betray his lust for her, and she could regain a semblance of the dignity she had lost earlier in the evening.
Even that escape value for her pride seemed to be denied her. She sucked, she tongued, she gently gnawed on his resilient rod and only managed to get a slight movement of his hips and a tiny moan from his lips. She knew he wasn't a corpse, not with that warm, throbbing, living tool that she lovingly held in her mouth.
The only explanation was that she wasn't as good as others he'd gone with. The thought chilled Carole. Then a grim resolution filled her. She'd bring him off in such a big way, he'd never forget.
Carole began sucking in earnest now. Her cheeks went concave under the force, and the girl became slightly dizzy from her restricted breathing patterns. The fluffy forest of his pubic hair assailed her nose, made her want to laugh and sneeze at the same time. Her wet lips glided up and down the rigid, pulsating shaft. The big blue vein throbbed on top of his penis and Carole kissed it
Turning her attentions to the sensitive head, the cockteaser showed how to tease a cock. A light fleeting kiss, a gentle nip, a long, rough, wet lick with her tongue. Then the "O" of her ruby lipped mouth encircled the cylinder of his passion and plied over the purpled arrowhead until a crick formed in the girl's contorted neck.
Bert said, his voice muffled, "I'm getting tired. Do you want me to come?"
Carole couldn't believe her ears. He was getting tired? Did she want him to ejaculate?
She increased the suction on the very tip of his cock, her tongue moving in figure eight patterns on the delicate underside, Carole felt the cock stiffen even more, begin to expand with an added complement of blood. Then, with a gush like a rocket launching, his come jetted into her mouth.
The blonde girl tried to back off but found powerful hands holding her head over his length. She had no choice but to take the entire stream, swallow, then take the next spurt as it erupted from his tube.
Bert heaved a big sigh as the last of his jism trickled from his cock. It had been one hell of a battle to keep from letting the girl know exactly how turned on he was. This was one of his biggest and most recurring wet dreams-being sucked off by Carole van der Hoff. And he had enjoyed it to the utmost, but he couldn't tell her that If he did, he'd lose her instantly.
He reflected back on everything that had happened. He had pegged her exactly. She was a cock teaser, all right, but Bert had figured out a way to stop her almost-love-em-and-leave-em ways. Everything he did put her down. He treated her like trash. Not overtly, nothing she could complain about and have anyone believe. But she knew he was interested, but in a distant way. He didn't consider her God's gift to mankind, and that piqued her interest in him, strengthened her resolve to get even. If he played his cards right she'd come back for more and more humiliation, and he could get her to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
Bert shoved her away as he said, Time to get you back home."
Carole looked up, opalescent come dripping down her chin. That's ail you have to say?"
"Yeah. I've had better blowjobs. By the way, here're your panties." He tossed them to the girl.
"But.. . but.. . aren't you going to . . . T She was dumbfounded. She had obviously expected him to fuck her then and there.
"You mean you actually expect me to ball you? Well," he said, making it sound like he was making a painful decision, "later. Maybe some other time."
Carole was struck speechless.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bert and Cruncher were hurrying along to their English class when Carole came running up, out of breath. "Oh, Bert, I'm glad I caught you. I was wondering if you wanted to go on a picnic this weekend. Up to the lake and . . "
"Sorry, Carole. Got a lot of homework. Maybe some other 0036." Bert pushed aside and continued on his way to class.
Cruncher quickly spoke up. "If he can't go, Carole, how about the two of us going?"
She wilted him with a single glance, then hurried after Bert. "We could make it a week from now. No big thing, Bert."
He stopped, sighed and seemed to be thinking. "Ah right Maybe a week from now. But I can't really promise, you understand. All types of important things could come up between now and then."
"Great!" she enthused. "And how about a movie sometime this week?"
"A movie? Naw, I don't think so. I'm sort of broke right now."
"That's okay. We can go dutch treat Or I'll pay . . . "
Cruncher's mouth dropped open when he heard that. This was Carole van der Hoff? He checked her over. Luxurious blonde hair, patrician features, voluptuous body, voice like honey, yeah, this was Carole. But certainly not the Carole he was used to. The Carole he remembered with little fondness and great lust was avaricious and went for guys with money like a shark goes for blood.
This Carole actually offered to finance a date? And with Bert Ellis?
Cruncher studied his friend. Whatever it was that Bert had, Cruncher hoped it was contagious.
"No, Carole," Bert was saying, "I couldn't let you pay my way. That's just not the way it should be. You know?"
Carole seemed to be going over all the possibilities in her mind. Before she could come up with something else, Bert turned and walked off and never said another word to her.
Carole leaned back against a convenient brick wall and sighed. She had tried. The vague promise of going on a picnic in ten days loomed in her mind. Ten days and she'd be with Bert!
Then she'd make him pay for what he did to her that night.
As the blonde girl wandered off to class, several of her friends gathered in a tight circle and whispered, "Did you see that? I can't believe it"
"Carole offered to pay for the date!"
"He treated her like dirt, and she kept after him! I never.. . "
The talk went on until the bell rang and class began. The topic of discussion chosen by the teacher was far different that that being bandied around by the teenagers. They couldn't believe the old metamorphosis in their haughty companion. It had penetrated to them a long time ago that Carole van der Hoff had acquaintances, she did not have friends. She had people who might prove valuable to her. That was as close as anyone could get to her.
The following Monday at school was a repeat of the previous week. Bert would turn around and Carole would accost him, begging for a date or just to have lunch with him or to talk with him after school.
And to his friends' utter surprise, he kept putting Carole off.
"Why don't you come out and watch cheerleader practice, Bert?" she invited. Any of the five guys with Bert would have pounced on the invitation like a famished tiger leaping on a tasty villager. All of them had wandered out to see Laura, Judy, Consuela, Lynn-and Carole-leap and cavort around yelling cheers and launching themselves into the air, legs spread wide.
There wasn't a one who hadn't gotten a hard-on watching, either. To be invited to watch, with the promise of more personal attention afterwards was second only to be invited to share a bed with Catherine Deneuve.
Bert said, Td really like to, Carole, but Mr. Woodward's pushing me hard on a photo deadline right now. I've got to get the pictures done before Friday."
The number two photographer, Warren Pease, dunned in, "Ah, go on, Bert. You can get that spread done in less than an hour."
Bert looked at him, eyes cold, then replied in a tone that should have frozen hot water pipes all over the building. "I want to take my time and make sure the photos are the best I can do."
Turning back to .Carole, he said, I'm afraid I can't make it out to see you, Carole."
The girl's eyes flared. The five boys cringed, waiting for one of the famous Carole van der Hoff rages. But the fire in her eyes was something other than anger. Warren could hardly believe his ears when she said, That's okay, Bert. As Idng as you can make the picnic Saturday."
Bert's mouth thinned to a line, and he solemnly shook his head. "Boy, Carole, you're making me seem like some sort of a monster. I might have to turn you down on that, too."
Before he could concoct the rest of his negation, Carole chirped up with, "I can pose for you. For that contest. You can combine your work with some relaxation. You're working far too hard, Bert."
Warren and the other four had tiny beads of sweat on their foreheads. The interplay was unbelievable. Any of the five would have fallen all over himself accepting any of Carole's invitations, and here was Bert
Ellis refusing all of them on the flimsiest of pretexts. None could understand Bert. And none could understand why Carole kept hammering away until he began to give in.
A single glance at any male in the high school and she could have had them following her around like puppy dogs. Any male except one.
Obviously, Bert Ellis was something different.
"Gee, Carole, I guess you've talked me into IT! go along on the picnic if I can take a few shots of you." His voice lost the slight trace of animation it had possessed, and he continued in a flat monotone, "I get to choose the setting, though. And wear something . . . red and thin."
Carole's smile bedazzled all the males-except Bert That's great! But well be talking before then. We can go to . . . "
"Sorry, Carole, but I've got to disappoint you. Won't be able to even see you until Saturday. Bye!"
With that, Bert pushed his way through the small crowd and vanished. Carole drifted off in a daze as if she had been hypnotized.
Warren spoke in a reverent tone one might reserve for the rare occasion when talking to God Himself, "Bert's got the secret I've never but never seen such a 'Fuck Me!' look on a chick before. And Bert was so frosty. Hell, if Carole had said just one word to me besides, 'Outta the way, stupid!' Tcfve jumped into her pants so fast you could've heard the sonic boom."
The others muttered similar comments, and Warren said, "And to photograph her! The way he said it almost makes me want to tag along and sneak a peak through the shrubs. She ain't gonna have on one stitch of clothes, believe it, guys. And she's gonna be begging him to take off his threads, too.
"Wow, what does that stud have?"
Comparing notes on the Bert Ellis-Carole van der Hoff phenomenon proved extremely beneficial for many of their mutual friends. Small discussion groups formed, then paired off and the flames of more than one romance were ignited by the strange doings of Bert Ellis.
No one ever came up with a good explanation of what he was doing. Even fewer could understand Carole's single minded devotion to trotting around behind him like a lost waif trying to find her way home in a raging blizzard. The cooler he was to her, the hotter she became.
Saturday arrived bright and cheerful, and Bert presented himself at the van der Hoff household with his camera in hand. It was a good camera, a Nikkormat. For the work he wanted to do, he needed the best. The Nikon was perhaps the finest piece of lens he could find.
Bert wasn't sure if the timing was right yet to try for that finest piece of ass. Only time-and Carole's attitude-would tell.
As Bert rang the doorbell and heard the chimes in the distance, the door was flung open and Carole quickly attached herself to his neck and gave him a big, juicy kiss. "BERT! I'm so glad to see you! Come on in!"
Bert had to restrain himself. He could feel the bulge in his jeans growing like the mushroom cloud of an atomic bomb detonated in his crotch. Carole had taken his advice to heart when be told her to wear something red-and thin.
She was hardly dressed for a fall day, even one as warm and summery as it had turned out. Indian Summer had crept over the autumn and momentarily hidden the icy claws of winter that lurked so near. The halter top was nothing more than two scarves tied together. Knotted behind her neck, the broad silk crisscrossed her chest and tied again behind the girl's back. Stomach, back, and indeed, most of her tits were fully exposed. The brief, skimpy shorts were so tight that, if they had ripped, they would have to be repaired using a can of red spray paint.
Her long legs edged into white sneakers. Bert was going to have a hard time not showing some interest in this almost naked broad who was so hot to have him fuck her. And all because he refused to treat her with anything but contempt and disdain.
Sometimes he thought there was no justice in the world. Bert was certain his attitude would change when he finally decided the time was ripe to ram his cock up Carole's quivering quim.
She pirouetted for him. "Is the outfit all right?" She sounded so eager for approval Bert knew he couldn't say that it suited him just fine.
"I suppose so. Those tennis shoes, though . . . they seem so out of place. Do yon have any calf length black leather boots?"
"I have some vinyl ones. Would those do?" She was puppy-dog eager to please him. He nodded.
As she raced off to change, Robin came in, a grim look on her face. "Bert," she started, I don't know what you've done to Carole, but I'm not sure I like it-Bert simply replied, "I haven't done anything-yet I may not. After all, you're so much more mature than she is, even prettier."
His brief flattery had taken the edge off Robin's anger. Carole reentered the room with her knee-high vinyl boots and ended any further conversation between her mother and her mother's some-time lover.
ThoseTl be just fine, Carole. Let's go. See you later, Mrs. van der Hoff!" Bert let Carole heft the weighty picnic basket and carry it to the car. She never protested the burden.
The couple paraded out to the car, Bert silent while Carole kept up a continual spate of chatter. It was painfully obvious that she wanted nothing more than to be taken out into the autumn cloaked countryside and raped.
Bert opened the car door for her and tried to ignore his urge to reach across, grab the voluptuous girl and grant her unvoiced wish. But he was playing for the long time stakes, not just a one-timer. He had gotten further with her than 90 percent of the guys with whom she had gone out. If the photographer played his cards right, he could make it a truly worthwhile acquaintance. With repeat performances whenever he wanted.
No more iceberg. No more frigid stares. Just willing blonde pussy.
The spot Carole had chosen for the picnic suited Bert's purposes perfectly. He realized that the isolated picnic grounds in the forest probably suited Carole's as well; she wanted him to lay her. He knew that the time was not yet right
It would be.
Soon.
"Let's stop here, Carole," he said before she could. "I think we could put the blanket down over there and, after we eat we can get on with the real purpose we came out here."
The blue eyes shimmered with excitement Carole's breath came slightly faster than normal as she said, "I can hardly wait, Bert." Her hand snaked out and gently squeezed down on his thigh. As if nothing had happened, Bert opened the car door and climbed out leaving Carole bemused and wondering about him.
There was no doubting she was attracted to him. The cheerleader couldn't take her eyes off him. He exuded a sexiness that she couldn't refuse, yet she wasn't exactly certain why. All the other girls in school had begun to notice the wiry photographer; Carole silently cursed Alana for the millionth time. What it was that attracted her personally was something the blonde couldn't express in simple words.
She alternately hated him and loved him. He treated her like dirt. He made her feel insignificant at times and as if her charms were nothing to him. Paradoxically that was one reason she was pulled to him like a magnet nulls iron.
He obviously didn't care only about her body. Carole had flaunted it at him on numerous occasions, and he had pointedly ignored her. The challenge was great for the girl. Every other male fell all over himself trying to fuck her. Bert was different. Sexy. Very much a man. Confident of himself. Aloof. And he seemed to project the feeling "You're a woman and very beautiful but there has to be more than that to interest me."
Carole had never before encountered a man whom she could not seduce. And being an easy pushover to her obvious charms instantly cancelled a man from her list
Bert spread out the blanket on the leaf littered ground. He opened the picnic hamper and rummaged around, carefully setting things on the uneven ground.
"Need any help, Bert?" Carole cooed. She checked her outfit. The thin red silk revealed just the barest hint of tit. Her smoothly muscled stomach with the deep depression of her navel seemed to beckon to most men. Bert appeared to appreciate it, but not to the exclusion of all else. Another challenge to the girl.
She smoothed out the thin material of the shorts to make sure he had an unrestricted view of her ass. Carole worried slightly about the bulge of her pubic mound. If she started to really think about Bert as she had been doing several nights during the week, the telltale wet spot might erupt and betray her. Masturbating four times during the week had primed her for the encounter with Bert Perhaps he would see she was turned on and do something about it. Just flunking about the youth so unconcernedly deploying the food was making her hot!
"Everything's ready, I guess." Bert bit into a sandwich and took a drink of Dr. Pepper as he allowed his eyes to roam over the girl's body. He was acutely aware of the position she assumed when she sat down. Not cross-legged but rather with her legs tucked under her. In this position, Bert could imagine that he could see the pubic hairs of her twat outlined in the material of her shorts. The thing that immediately impinged on his mind was that she hadn't wom any underwear. What he saw was it. The very nearness of her, the subtle fragrance of her perfume, the curvaceous body, all made him want to throw down the ham sandwich, grab her, rip her clothes off and take her on the spot
The youth managed to lift one leg and hide the bulge in his jeans. It wouldn't do to allow Carole to know what effect she had on him. As long as he appeared aloof and resistant to her multitudinous charms, he stood a good chance of getting everything he wanted. She was a cockteaser, and he had to break her of that
He had to make her so hot for him she'd do anything.
The scene was one which any number of movie producers would have loved to capture on film. Bert, trying to appear nonchalant and only slightly interested. Carole, her tongue slipping out of her mouth and carefully licking his in the most sensuous manner she could. The flow and positioning of their bodies as they ate. Carole, thrusting her chest out to strain the twin cones of her tits against the thin red silk. Bert, shifting his weight to alleviate the strain of his erect cock against his trousers. Carole, sitting back with her creamy white legs spread the most minute amount more than was natural in obvious invitation to Bert
And the boy, elbows on the ground trying to think of the sky or the weather or just about anything else to keep from ejaculating.
Carole deliberately licked her lips one more time, then gently dabbed at them with a napkin. The food wasn't too bad, was it, Bert?"
"Not really. I've eaten better."
Carole smiled slightly. "I ate a lot better one night about a week ago. In a car." The reference to her sucking him off was a blatant come-on. Bert refused to acknowledge it
"Oh? Which drive-in? I've never found one that was very good." Before Carole could say anything further, Bert hastened on, "Let's get down to the real reason we came out here. The food was okay, but we both know what we want to do. Right?"
Carole could hardly believe her ears. So simple! And she had been fantasizing difficultly in getting him to fuck her. Perhaps he wasn't such a worthy subject after all. Just like the other men that wanted nothing but her body and an instant's pleasure.
"I suppose we could . . . " She no longer sounded enthused.
Bert reached behind him and grabbed his camera. "If you'll go over by that tree stump I can get a few right readings, and we can start taking the pictures."
Pictures? Pictures! Carole couldn't believe it. The rotten bastard wasn't going to fuck her! He wanted the pictures for that silly photo contest of his!
"All right Bert, whatever you say." The thin edge of enthusiasm began to creep back into her voice. He was still slightly remote and not a pushover. She'd have to do her damnedest to seduce him. She knew that now.
Pictures, indeed. She'd give him pictures he'd never forget!
Carole didn't walk to the indicated spot, she swayed and made sure her ass swung in as delightful and seductive manner as possible. Bert watched the girl and almost bit his tongue in reaction. Carole could really turn on the sex appeal when she wanted, and it was all too obvious to the boy that she was running full blast, maximum efficiency.
The cheerleader knew the feel of men's eyes on her. It was an old feeling from early in her cock-teasing career. Carole knew instantly that she was reaching Bert, in spite of his overt insouciance to her appearance.
"Is this all right?" she asked, her voice sultry.
Bert gulped, then managed to croak out, "Fine!" He began snapping pictures.
"Move around, Carole. Some action. Swing your head and have your hair flow around." Bert continued snapping the pictures as Carole moved with easy grace, the background changing from gently green to harsh brown to breathtaking orange as Bert altered his angle of view.
But always in dead center of his viewfinder was a sexy, seductive girl swathed in flimsy red silk. He concentrated on her but was inexorably being forced to admit his control of the situation was slipping. The young photographer would have to force Carole into some position where she begged him again, or he would break down and beg to fuck her.
Carole tired of the chase and fell into Bert's trap. She unfastened the knot holding her silk halter together. Bert's cock did a flip flop and his balls began to tingle and churn at the sight. He continued shooting his pictures as the red silk fell to each side of her slender neck to expose the firmly fleshed breasts. From one angle, he caught a profile.
Her nipples were outlined against the cerulean blue of the sky. Carole turned and Bert took a picture looking up toward the sky, and the youth felt an instant of vertigo. Twin mountains of flesh towered over him, both topped with cherries of aroused nipple. Carole thrust her chest out and made her breasts stand out in even greater relief.
This was exactly what Bert had wanted for so long. Carole posing nude!
He made the most of the opportunity. "Great stuff, gal. Off with the shorts, too!"
She reached down and carefully inserted her fingers inside the waistband. Her movements were deliberate, the tightly stretched material seemed to inch off of its own accord as Carol swayed back and forth, her hips freeing themselves from their cloth prison. Bert held his breath as more and more of the smooth stomach was exposed. His heart trip hammered and cold sweat beaded his forehead.
He tried to prevent Carole from seeing his arousal. The flames in his eroin burned with renewed vigor, and he wanted nothing more than to be stroking and thrusting into her tight, hot pussy and screaming out his passions for her. A true dream come true, and he was being offered it!
The bulges of Carole's ass impeded the progress of her escape. Slender arms straightened slightly and forced the balky material down another inch. Revealed was the top of the humid crease between her buttocks. Carole spun around and when she again faced Bert, the corn silk fine hairs from her Mound of Venus peeked over the rim of her shorts.
"How'm I doing, Bert, dear?"
"Fine," he muttered, "Just fine!" He was really hot, but he noticed that the striptease was turning Carole into a frenzied beast intent on satiation also. Liquescent spots formed on the crotch of her red shorts betraying her passion.
She pirouetted again and kicked free of the skimpy , shorts. The afternoon sunlight caught and reflected rainbows off the crystal droplets of cunt juice that had lingered in her pubic forest Bert captured it all on film.
"Got it, Bert? How's this?" She spread her alabaster legs wide, and her cunt opened slightly. From his position, the photographer was looking directly up into her belly. Bert snapped several open beaver pictures.
Those would be his private collection's premier pieces.
Carole might just be his blue ribbon piece!
The girl reached down and stroked his hair as he zoomed in for a tight in shot of her snatch. Another upturn of the camera outlined her face and tits against the sky, only slightly occluded by the tangled forest of her pubic regions.
After that, Bert gave up all pretense of photographing the naked and totally willing girl
"Bert, Bert!" she moaned, as she pulled him to her, "Fuck me. Fuck me as hard and fast as you can!" The sharp points of her pebble-hard nipples poked into Bert's chest as Carole dragged him close to her.
He was rapidly stripping off his clothing, but slowed as he thought that if he relented in his actions, he could fuck her this time, but maybe never again. She would have conquered him as she had so many other males, then tire of him, discard him and go on to others.
"Shut up, bitch. Suck me off first!"
Carole dropped to her knees like she had been hit with a sap behind the ear. Her eager mouth enclosed itself around the youth's quivering member. This time Carole's sucking was far more expert. Bert idly wondered as the world spun crazily by if she had been studying, taking lessons in fellatio. The wet oral digit warmly licked his cock and sent a prickly sensation knifing into his groin. His balls had contracted to a tight sphere. When Carole noticed this, she immediately began to play and tweak at the hairy little sac.
Bert's control had improved immensely. He was able to prevent himself from jetting off into her mouth and blowing everything out in one creamy white fountain of desire. His moaning held special meaning for Carole, however.
She knew he was desiring her. And desiring the sexy cheerleader was an improvement over the way he had been mistreating her.
Bert could not differentiate between the sweat on his body caused by the warm sun and the warm lust growing in his loins. It was a moot point because he knew that, as Carole thrust a finger into his asshole, he would soon come if he did not change position.
The boy wiggled back and pulled free. "On your side!" he commanded. Carole looked bewildered at having the tasty tidbit yanked from her mouth but obeyed instantly. Whatever was in store might be more than she had hoped for.
Bert quickly slipped beside the prone girl, his head descending between the wondrous marble-veined pillars of her thighs. His tongue leaped out with lightning speed and slurped and lapped up the secretion from her innermost glands wetting her sex. A shiver of pure carnal thrill rocketed through Carole's body.
She wasn't going to get fucked by his piston of pleasure, but the girl had to admit that this was almost as good. Bert's tongue slithered in and out, up and down her slit. Light, feathery touches excited her more than heavy, ponderous blows would have. It was such sweet torment to feel the rough, liquid tongue sliding along her sexual organs. When Bert prodded gently inside her outer, blood-gorged labia, Carole screamed.
The scream was one of sexual pleasure, not pain. She had never before felt anything so wonderful! Masturbating with the handle of her hairbrush was nothing like this!
A man's mouth closed and sucking over her sex lips was indescribable to the cheerleader. Bert's mouth engulfed her, and he began sucking on her clamshell shaped Bps as if he were drinking from a straw. The suction he applied seemed to rip and tear every drop of her oily internal lubricant free and force it to rush out in a huge tsunami of fluid.
The cunt juice being pulled from her vagina thrilled her and made her think her belly was on fire. When Bert's mouth found the meek little clit oozing up from its hood of protective flesh, Carole momentarily blacked out.
Her brain was so powerfully assaulted with erotic energy from the powerhouse of her pleasure button, she was unable to handle it. In a few years, after many more sexual encounters, the girl would be able to control it. But not now. Not this time. It was new and different, overwhelming. She thought of electricity zinging along her nerves, charring every synapse and neural circuit in her body. Carole likened the feeling to an icicle jabbed into her belly with brutal force. Liquid iron poured up her cunt couldn't have felt much different.
And yet it was a tickly feeling, not overwhelming at all. Subtle, gently and easy. The odd mixture of the sensations confused her. The cheerleader had never allowed a boy to suck on her clit before. She had led them along, sometimes giving them a blowjob to cool their passions, then had dropped them. But Bert was different. He wanted something more from her than her body. Otherwise he would have responded to the first overture she'd made instead of acting so sophisticated, so nonchalant and cool and collected.
If she could have seen his face buried in her pussy she would have had second thoughts about that appraisal. Unadulterated lust marked Bert's features. His tongue swirled and dived into the salty, briney depths of Carole's cunt. To say he didn't groove on her Red River Valley would have been a total lie. He could not have named a place he would have rather been.
His ears rubbed against the soft, tender inner thighs he loved so. Bert's nose rubbed along Carole's sensitive perineum and gave her an added element of pleasurable stimulation. But his biggest treat was licking and tonguing and sucking her clit The cheerleader's body seemed to be enthralled, gripped in one perpetual cheer from which only he could free her.
And Bert Ellis was not going to free the woman of his dreams. No sir!
His tongue dived long and deep into her vermicular tunnel tracing out the wrinkles and snaky turnings and twistings of the crumpled internal tissue. Surprisingly, his oral organ impinged against a barrier not an inch inside the delicate, scalloped inner labia. He had licked off the tasty cunt juice and plunged forward from that post But his forward progress into her inner fastness was completely halted by the slightly yielding wall of hymen.
Carole van der Hoff, man chaser and cock tease first class was still a virgin!
That discovery thrilled Bert more than any other thing about his captive. And captive she was locked by the slender spike of his tongue.
A VIRGIN! Bert could hardly believe ft. He'd been a virgin only two weeks . . . two months . . . an eternity! . . . ago. But he hadn't played around and had been ultra-shy with chicks. Carole was the reverse. She had been outgoing and could and supposedly had had every guy in the school she desired.
Bert almost laughed, in spite of having a mouthful of frothing, foaming pussy. He would certainly know how to get her to do what he desired now. Carole would be at his command, his slave. Turning the tables so neatly by one thrust of his tongue pleased the boy inordinately.
He came up for air and cried out, "Dammit! My cock's getting cold! Get it into your mouth!"
It was the work of only a microsecond before Carole worked the piece of man-meat into her wet, dank oral cavern. She shivered at the sensuous feel of the quivering organ inside her mouth again. Her tongue looped out and around the photographer's staff of lust, then licked directly down to the base. When the cheerleader encountered the hair of Bert's tangled groin, she immediately reversed her path and lavished great, longing care on the trip back to the blood-red head of the trapped cock.
The teenager bit down the tiniest amount and felt Bert shake in reaction. When his tongue snapped inside her, then languorously rolled around the trembling inner lips of her cunt, she felt an orgasm flood her body. Carole managed to refrain from biting down on Bert's cock in her mouth, but the suction she applied drew forth a loud, heartfelt groan from the back.
The finger wiggling inside her asshole tightened her muscles again in preparation for another orgasm. Her untrained and untried body could not quite follow the first so quickly. Carole felt the incredible electric tension surge inside her body, eddy currents searching out a pole to disappear into.
Her body preparing to betray her intense passion for Bert once again, Carole's hands groped out and found the boy's hairy ass. The girl began kneading and twisting the tightly muscled mounds of flesh, pulling his pelvis closer to her mouth in order to more fully take the tangy cock further into her mouth. His seven inches almost made her gag, but the taste was too succulent for her to complain. And with her saliva trickily and slippery on his dick, the teenager was not about to try to yank out of his moist berth in Carole's face.
When Carole discovered the tightly held anal sphincter of Bert's rear, she decided that what he was doing to her pert, trim ass could be done to his hairy, muscular one. Her finger pushed against the tiny hole but was denied ingress. Carole was too inexperienced to know that lots of lubricant was needed to entice the greedy little muscle to relax. Bert had found his oils in Carole's own body; he had smeared her cunt juice around her anus before sinking into the quicksand of her rectum.
The action, while not successful, still stimulated Bert. His mouthing and suckings became more insistent more powerful. The boy's eyes clamped shut and he lost himself to the reality of the world around him. He was buried in the paradise he had lusted after for-forever and now he was here. Bert was eating Carole van der Hoff's cunt out like it had never been done before.
The arousal was mutual. Carole's body surged and throbbed with volting blasts of sexual electricity in new and totally different ways. She was slowly beginning to realize what she might have been missing. Bert had finally penetrated not only her cunt with his questing tongue, but her psyche with his forceful, even degrading, ways. She had been coerced into this and loved itl
How she could have denied the yearnings of her body for so long was something Carole realized she might never fully comprehend. All she wanted now was mote and ever more of Bert's expert mouth on her sex lips.
Bert felt his balls bang into Carole's chin as he pivoted around to alter his position. That minute impact was all it took to set off the chain reaction. His finger was buried in warm flesh. That warm flesh was hooked intimately to Carole's cunt which flowed and bathed his face in salty, tangy lust juice. The spear of flame lighted in his brain danced down into his belly. There it collided with the scratching and pawing at his ass, the intense suction on his prong buried in Carole's gorgeous face. Her blonde hair even fell across his body and lightly stroked his flanks. The combination of all this, plus the fruition of his hidden fantasy of actually having the foxy cheerleader, caused him to blow his load into her face.
As he spewed forth his come, Carole expertly took it. Every savory drop. Without choking or gagging as she had before. No longer wary or even distasteful of the perfectly natural and wondrous act, she swallowed the fiery come fountaining from Bert's cock.
She continued to suck on him long after the spasmodic shivers had died. Satisfied no more would be rushing out to treat her taste buds, Carole licked and kissed the cock that had exploded in her mouth.
Bert was determined to set off one more orgasm in this chick. It might not be easy; he knew how frigid she had appeared. He had done it once, however, and her untried body might be ready once more. The photographer zeroed in on her erectile tissue and coaxed the tiny clit from its hiding place again.
Her fluids almost drowned him. His nose was crammed into her cunt, but his mouth continued to torment her go-button until Bert could sense the gathering thunderclouds of climax in her young body. Bert's lips encircled the spire of flesh, dived to the base and pushed away the superfluous skin, then he sucked and contracted his lips on her clitoris. The path was straight, but slow, agonizingly slow and arousing.
Carole felt the hurricane winds of orgasm begin to blow throughout her body again. The eye of the storm seemed to. center in her cunt, her body writhing and twisting around Bert's mouth as he tongued and laved the ultra-tender flesh of her clit.
Her mind was whipped in circles, her body was tossed up and down but could not escape the boy's tonguing, no matter how much she shook and bucked. Her hips thrust up, and Bert crammed his face down to her cunt to lick up the juices that spurted anew from the aroused virgin vagina. His chin pressed firmly into her pubic mound and ground back and forth on the pubic bone underneath.
The nerves buried underneath detonated like depth charges and added to Carole's already tumultuous orgasm.
Even the best things must end, and Carole's body was unused to being wracked with the wild flights of passionate climax. The orgasm died much sooner than it should have, but she didn't know that. Even Bert only vaguely suspected it. He knew she had not reacted in the wild abandoned fashion of Julia or the uninhibited screaming and wanton hunching of her mother.
Bert Ellis lay back, staring along the nubile body of Carole and wondered what she would say if he told her he had fucked her mother. And that her mother was a better lay?
He decided that could come later. Right now, all he wanted to do was relish the feel of her body next to his, the warmth on a warm autumn day, the blue sky above and the gradually cooling earth below.
Carole's needs were more demanding.
She still wanted his massive dong thrust up her empty quim.
CHAPTER NINE
The naked length of Carole van der Hoff, cheerleader, most desirable and sexiest of chicks at Walter Williams Memorial High School, seemed like a dream to Bert. An illusion. An acid trip's hallucination.
She was simply too beautiful for words to describe. The boy's mind struggled for a description of the sight his eyes drank in. Carole was trim, yet she had a set of the neatest, boldest boobs he had ever had the wondrous fortune to see. As a photographer, he might have seen a model with a better developed set
He hadn't.
The ruddy aureoles perkily cresting the milky mounts contrasted vividly with the still carmine nipples. The blood that had engorged them and made them into hard pebbles of complete carnal lust only gradually seeped out. Unless, of course, Carole was still hot for him.
Bert's trained eyes played over her body, the shadow land of her navel, the small waist he thought he could reach out and encircle with just his fingers. But the golden triangle nestled between her legs caught and held his most intimate attentions.
That divine area was flooded with tiny, sparkling droplets of both her cuntal fluids and his saliva. Bert had lavished great care with his mouth across that region. He had inhaled huge draughts of the sweet smelling hay-colored hair and virtually gotten stoned on the musk smell of Carole's unbelievably intense arousal.
White columns of thigh hid that most private of all bodily parts from his gaze. Bert silently cursed his bad luck. He would have liked to study that pink plain of pleasure without having his brain fogged with the driving passion that was so much a turn on for him. The photographer was sure that he could simply snap his fingers and motion to get those legs spread again.
"Carole?" he asked. "Want to pose some more?"
Her reply was distant, reverberating like a voice in a tunnel. She murmured her assent
Bert flowed to his feet and grabbed his discarded camera. With quick, expert motions, he removed the exposed roll of film, threaded in a new one and was ready for action.
"Get up on the stump. I want to shoot some cheesecake stuff." What he wanted to shoot was some more split beaver, but he didn't want to say exactly that to the still lust-numbed girl. Bert wasn't so stupid that he wanted to shock her out of her stupor.
Carole's blue eyes stared up at him. She didn't stir a muscle except to arch her back slightly like a feline flexing its spine.
"Bert? If I let you take the pictures, what's in it for me?"
"What do you want out of it?" Bert was setting his exposure meter preparatory to the actual clicking of the shutter.
"I don't want anything out of it. I want your cock in me. I'm refusing unless you agree to ball me." Her voice had taken on a tinge of iron. Bert knew he was nearing the point where the iceberg would thaw entirely. When that happened, Carole would be a sexy, hot chick. Maybe too hot for him to handle, but he certainly wanted the chance!
"I suppose so."
"GODDAMN IT!" she flared. "What's wrong with you? You're not a eunuch! What's wrong with my body? Every guy in school's tried to lay me, and you're the first one who's seemed completely uninterested!"
Bert shrugged. "Not uninterested. I just didn't want to waste my time, then have you back off and leave me to play with myself. You've done it too many times."
"That's a he!"
"That's the truth," Bert retorted. "I think you're the most beautiful chick I've ever seen. You're the most desirable. I want to fuck you in the worst way possible, but you're not going to screw my head over because of it" Bert's temper abated, and he studied the cheerleader again. She appeared confused at the short speech.
That's ridiculous, Bert." Carole's voice didn't sound like she was convinced that what the boy had told her was pure bunk.
"You're still a virgin."
Carole's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Bert felt drawn into the limitless depths of those twin pools of clear blue, but he refrained from reaching out and touching the seductive blonde for fear of breaking the spell he felt being created.
"What of it?" Carole sounded less sure of herself than anytime since that night of the dance.
Bert lounged back and stared up at the blue sky, thinking how much like Carole's eyes the color appeared. He kept his voice as level as possible, as much like a professor lecturing a class.
"If you're still a virgin that makes my argument all the stronger. You go around with lots of guys. Surely, one of them was worth your cherry. I mink that you're a damned tease that enjoys watching a guy slobber and drool and follow around after you. You lead him on, then dump him just short of actually delivering the goods."
Carole was silent for a moment, then responded, There hasn't been anyone I wanted to ball."
Bert said nothing. He was waiting for the rest of what he knew would follow.
"Bert?" Carole said, a slight catch in her voice. "Bert, I want you more than anything else in the world. I want you to fuck me.
"And," the sexy cheerleader confessed, "you would be the first!"
Bert propped his head up on one hand, his elbow on the ground. All he said was, "Why?"
Carole's temper momentarily flared. "Damn! What's wrong with you? I'm offering you my body!"
"You don't understand at all, do you, Carole? You play the game so much that you don't realize what it means. Screwing isn't something you dangle like a carrot in front of a guy, then whisk away at the last second. Why do you want me? Tell me why you want me when you could have Tony or Cruncher or any of a dozen other guys at school. Why me?"
Carole sat up, her jugs bouncing nicely as she did so. From the position she was seated in, Bert could see the downy mat of her bush, the shadowy well of her navel the valley between the dual delights of her breasts. He just hoped that she couldn't see his hard-on. Not until she had come out and told him, confessed to him, begged him, in short, spilled everything. Bert had to hear her reply, or he knew this would be a one time affair. He wanted their relationship more permanent than that
He realized the affair might die out in a week or a month, but that was later. What he wanted to avoid was fucking her once, then remembering how she had scorned him afterward. If he had her once, he wanted her twice, three times . . . as many times as the relationship was meaningful to him. And it had to be on his terms, not hers. She had played games too long for him not to ask for some sort of commitment on her part
"Well, Bert, I.. . I don't know!" She seemed on the verge of crying. I'm not sure, but you're so . . . so sure of yourself. You always seem to know how to act, how to do everything just right You're not all that good looking, but you attract me so damn much I don't know what I'm going to do if you won't have me!"
Bert glided to his feet then slipped down beside the naked girl. His hand reached out as he said, I'm sure of myself, and you're not. Is that it?"
Carole's body twitched slightly as Bert tweaked down on one of her ruddy nipples. She reached out and gripped the back of the hand and pressed it down hard against her marshmallowy tit She dragged in a deep lungful of air, then exhaled it as she moved his hand in a circular motion over her boob.
"I guess. I don't know. You seem to do everything backwards, and yet you're turning me on like no one else ever has! I hate you, and I love you! You treat me like I'm the lowest scum on the earth, and I want you to fuck me!
"Oh, Bert! I just don't know what's going on inside my head! My mind says 'NO', and my body's saying 'YES!! ' "
The youth stroked along Carole's spine with his other hand, his shoulder resting against the ground. Every vertebra quivered and shook as he slowly outlined it with his fingers. He started at the girl's shoulder blades in the center of the smooth back of satiny flesh and gradually worked down the bony path to her ass. Bert circled each spinal bone and stimulated the spider web of nerves with all the skill of a master masseur.
Carole's skin broke out in goose bumps from the careful attentions Bert was giving her. She moaned, "Yesss, Bert! Yessss!"
The youth did not cease his rotary motions on Carole's bosomy chest; he increased the pressure and grabbed a handful of the creamy white flesh, now crinkly with the goose bumps his massaging techniques were creating. He reveled in the feel of the tit oozing between his fingers, squishing out and around like modeling clay.
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.
Bert moved his right leg upward and felt the hafr on his limb glide across the smooth inner thigh of Carole's leg. She brought her left leg up even further and firmly planted it on the ground behind them. By doing this, she managed to swallow another half inch of Bert's cock. She was slowly but surely devouring him!
Bert knew that her actions were purely instinctive.
Her body demanded cock and she was going to get it at any cost. He had breeched her mental reservations about fucking; he had gotten her body to take over when Carole's brain realized how incredibly delightful it was, how much better it was to make love than to stop short of the act
Bert could barely prevent his balls from erupting and smearing his white hot come all over the girl's unbroken hymen. He had to make peace with his own body, he had to release the intense sexual tensions that were forming, compacting his balls into a tight hard sphere and torturing the trapped testicles.
The wet juices from Carole's slavering cunt trickled out and across Bert's cock fully lubricating it for the task that needed doing. Because of her leg draped over his body, Bert had to twist slightly to plant his right foot on the blanket behind Carole's body. Pretzeled together in this manner he found he could begin his entry into her virgin territory with the power and force necessary to break through her cherry.
Stomach muscles tensed, Bert began rotating his hips and screwing himself up into the girl's pussy. He felt his pubic hair mingle with the golden strands of Carole's divine triangle, then mat as her cunt gushed out copious amounts of internal lubricants to make the way easier for the first male invader.
Bert swallowed hard, then kissed Carole's pursed lips again. He felt her breasts mashed against his body, the itchy feeling as her fingers dug anew into his back. But most of all he felt the steamy, searingly hot flesh around his cock. As he wiggled upward into Carole's belly, her cunt walls seemed to ripple and flow, caressing and inviting the exploring tool ever onward. The invitation could not be declined.
Lances of pain erupted and stabbed at the fragile tissues when Bert's mighty prod impacted against the combination of pleasure and pain under Bert's lips. She fervently kissed him back as she had never before done with a boy, pulled him closer, let her body beg for more of his length, no matter how much it hurt.
Bert began exerting more and more force against the elastic barrier to Carole's womb. As pain fogged the girl's brain. Bert was becoming lost in a wonderland he had only dreamed of. Her cunt was squeezing firmly around his cylinder, the hymen was tormenting the very tip of his pioneering cock. The young photographer wiggled a bit, gathered his forces, then pushed firmly upward and felt the restraining wall of the membrane go pop!
Even with his mouth locked on hers, the girl screamed in pain. Bert hastily kissed her with wet, sloppy kisses. That alleviated some of the dilemma for the girl, but for Bert, his problems were just beginning. As her virginal barrier had given away, he found himself thrust full length up the tiny love channel.
The boy's entire seven inches reacted as if nuclear fire seared at his tool. Every pulse in the ultra-greedy cunt seemed to tickle him; at the same time, the heat and liquidity sapped his control, drained him of his resolve to give Carole the finest fucking of which he was capable.
He began driving his piston of pleasure in and out of her manhole in wild abandon. No rhythm, no finesse, just fucking as fast and hard as he could manage. The friction mounted on his rod, and it felt as if he were shoving himself into a blast furnace. The trickle of blood that had come from Carole's orifice when her hymen ruptured soon stopped and was replaced with the flow of her maiden juices, female juices more fitting to be lubricating the passage for a hard driven male member.
Bert hunched hard and fast into the tiny opening between Carole's legs. It was a fairyland of delight, a dream come true. It surpassed even his most imaginative speculations of what fucking the chick would be like. Tight as a surgeon's glove, hot and streaming like a volcano leaking lava down its slopes. The young photographer's balls tightened even more as he stopped trying to maintain control over his body. He decided if he got off, the girl would too.
Carole was ripped and torn internally, yet she couldn't feel pain. The new feeling of a cock soaring in and out of her cunt obliterated all traces of pain. She was tossed on the winds of sexual fulfillment as she was filled with cock. It felt as if she would be ripped apart all the way to her chin. And it was great!
She wanted more. She wanted Bert deeper into her belly. She wanted him to continue this wondrous, wonderful, tremendously exciting fucking forever. As his groin impacted against her body. Carole felt the hairs of his pubis tickling the tiny clit that had remained hidden until now.
As if it were a groundhog on Groundhog Day, her clitoris decided to poke its head up and peer around.
The instant it did, it was surrounded by tickling, wet strands that looped around it and sent chills of delight along all the nerves in Carole's body.
Her inner cunt lips cried out in joy at the friction of Bert's cock. Carole's clitoris loved the sensual feel of hair and body against its tiny length. And her cunt! That was filled to overflowing, stretched in new directions, pleasurable directions that finally ignited the long withheld orgasm in her body.
It started gradually in such a manner that she did not recognize what was happening to her. A feeling of pressure built in her loins, then turned to one of tingling, jolting electrical discharges. As the lightning bolts blasted into her belly her cuntal muscles reacted in an ages old manner and convulsed on Bert's cock. The filled feeling added to the sensations rocketing into Carole's brain. Like an H-bomb, orgasm, sweet compelling complete orgasm, gripped her body in its fierce grip and shook her very foundations of sanity.
As the orgasm hurled throughout the girl's body, Bert felt the rippling walls of her cunt snap and lock on his length. The slight movement of his hips down her love canal created such an intense vacuum Bert felt he was being dragged back into her sexual vortex. Crushed and drowned, his cock sent the message back for help.
The message impacted in the boy's balls with the force of a sledgehammer blow. Bert screamed, arced his back and heaved as far into Carole as humanly possible as his come fountained out into her unstained twat. He rammed in and out as he spurted his jism, oblivious of his surroundings. All that mattered was the tight hold on his cock, how her cunt milked him of every drop of his pearlescent come.
Locked together, they rolled over and over on the blanket, each enjoying their orgasms as much as two people could. The monumental rictus that had so pleasurably gripped both of them soon died, and they lay together, Bert on top peering into Carole's slightly bleary blue eyes.
"Nice, so niiice," she murmured, still struggling to regain control of her body and senses.
Bert hefted himself on his hands and twirled his hips around and around, his still rigid cock churning in Carole's interior. She moaned and surrendered herself again to the waves of climax that smashed against her shores. A second later, orgasm possessed her.
By the time Bert's organ had deflated and flopped out of her cunt, Carole was straggling once again to clear her vision.
"I never dreamed it was so good. NEVER!" she said. "And to think I didn't want a boy sticking that ugly thing into me . . . "
"Ugly thing?" said Bert. "What ugly thing is that?"
Carole gazed up at him, her eyes reflecting more than admiration for a commensurately expert fucking. "I forget. I couldn't have meant this!" She grabbed his penis, but it eluded her. It was still covered with come, cunt juice and blood.
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!"
CHAPTER TEN
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 asscheeks 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 asshole 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 asscheeks 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 asshole 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 . . . "
