Chapter 7
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 bathyscaphe 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 cock-teaser 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.