Chapter 9

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 lie!"

"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 hair 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!"