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.
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.