Chapter 8

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 time." 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!' "I'd've 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.

"Those'll 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 cock-teaser, 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 groin 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 ass-hole, 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, briny 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 ass-hole 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!

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.