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Bert, Chapter One
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chpt1.txt (of bert)
A BOOK BY THE PHOENIX
reprinted with the permission of
David Alexander
Chapter One
Bert Ellis was daydreaming again. His gaze was softly focused on
the figure of Carole Van Hoff as she jumped and gyrated at
cheerleader practice. Bert couldn't hear the cheers extrolling the
virtues of fighting for good old Walter Williams Memorial High
School, but he had a great view of the incredibly sexy girl. Her
blond hair rocketed up and gently floated down with every graceful
leap; Bert imagined those Delft china-blue eyes fastened on him,
lust- ful and wanton. Her firm, young tits barely swayed or
bounced. That was good. Bert didn't like big floppy boobs.
At least, he didn't think he did. He wasn't sure what he really
liked in a woman. He had lots of fantasies - Carole's seduction
being primary one in his head right now - but damn little
experience. If pressed on the issue, Bert would have to admit to
no experience at all.
He was a virgin.
The heartening words of some sage kept coming back in his
dream-filled existence."Virginity is a curable perversion." He
wanted to be cured in the worst way. The only trouble was, he
didn't know how to go about it.
He wasn't ugly or even very pimply-faced. While he wasn't the
athlete his friend Cruncher Hiatt was, he was not the ninety-eight
pound weakling in the "before" pictures in all the magazines. He
just didn't know how to go about getting a girl to jump in bed with
him.
But he had plans. There was a city-wide photo contest. The first
prize wasn't much, but a national magazine would print the winning
photograph. Bert was one hell of a photographer and he saw this as
a solution to a lot of his problems. If he could convince Carole
she should pose for him, and he won the contest, he'd be famous and
she'd be famous. She would have him, Bert Ellis, to thank for the
launching of a long and profitable modelling career.
And she could thank him with that gorgeous body of hers. His eyes
never left Carole's dancing, twirling, trim figure. The tight
crimsom sweater offset the cascade of blonde hair nicely, Bert
thought. And the pleated white dress that came to mid-thigh swirled
and revealed those fine, slender, shapely legs and pert, tight ass
so nicely. He could watch her all day, even if it made him
uncomfortable.
His erection strained against his blue jeans and bulged
ominously. He hoped old battleaxe Mrs. Entwhistle didn't call on
him. It would be excruciatingly embarrassing to have to stand up in
front of the class with that telltale tenting in his pants.
Luckily, Bert escaped the class without having to be put on
exhibit. When the bell rang to signal the end of class, the last
clang had barely died by the time Bert was outside the building and
running pell-mell through the milling students over to where Carole
and the other four cheerlead- ers practiced. He cast a quick,
covetous glances at the others. He had heard lots of things about
them from Cruncher. Cruncher claimed to have made it with all of
the cheerleaders except Carole.
Judy was short, brunette and has a gymnist's body. Every curve
and contour was just right for the maximum turn-on. Laura was very
short, at least six inches shorter than Bert's five foot eight, but
she made up for her height in sheer sexiness. If there was such a
thing as sex density, Laura would be one of the heaviest girls in
the world. Bert would have made a play for her, except he'd have to
wait in line forever. There wasn't a guy in school who wasn't
drooling and panting after Laura. Redhaired Consuela was too tall
for him, and that made him a bit uneasy. Of all the cheerleaders,
Bert knew he'd probably have the best chance with Consuela because
she earned some money doing modelling after school and on weekends.
His come-on would be perfect for her. But her height...
Then there was Lynn. Straight black hair, a fairly good body and
great legs. Bert could barely drag his eyes away from those milky
pillars that tantalizingly disappeared up under her skirt into that
mysterious land between her legs.
But Bert focused all his attentions on the blonde Carole. He
thought if he even said hello to any of the others, he'd lose that
momentum, that carefully nurtured nerve he had built up to ask
Carole to pose for him.
He wished it could be in the nude, but he knew he had better not
spring anything like that on her. He'd just ask to shoot some
pictures of her in an artsy-craftsy motif, possibly out in the
woods. Maybe she'd be so grateful for the chance to pose for a real
live photographer, he could fuck her right then and there and
wouldn't even have to win the contest.
Almost out of breath, he came skidding up to a halt in front of
Carole. "Gee, hi Carole!" he blurted.
"Hello." Her voice dripped chilled water and turned to icicles in
front of his very eyes.
"Uh, Carole you know about the picture contest? I'd sure like to
have you pose for some pictures, and I'm sure we could win, I mean
the picture would win and you'd have national publicity and I'd win
the..." His voice trailed off as he saw her looking over his
shoulder, not paying the least bit of attention to him.
"Excuse me, Bert. Hi Tony!" She raced over to Tony diMaria, the
suave, handsome student body president. They went off together, his
arm around her waist and Carole snuggling close to him.
Bert watched dejectedly as they disappeared in the direction of
the A&W stand. That should have been him instead of Tony going with
Carole to get a couple of root beers. He'd have to think of some
other tactic to get her to agree. Maybe if he went over to her
house later in the afternoon, he could talk to her.
That was it. She just didn't want to seem to eager in front of
the other cheerleaders. Bert was positive he could talk her into
posing for him if he could see her privately. With his great
photographic ability and her even better figure, he couldn't lose.
He was sure.
He slowly made his way to Carole's house, waiting long e- nough
to insure that she'd be home. He wasn't quite sure what to say now
that his first request had been put aside so easily by the
gorgeous, flaxen-haired girl. He squared his shoulders and marched
up the green bisque tile walk to the front door.
He punched to doorbell fiercely as if he could drive out all his
fears this way and, in what seemed an eternity, the portal finally
swung open. It was Carole's mother. Bert gulped once as he looked
at the woman. He was always amazed at how much she looked like her
daughter. The same platinum blonde hair, slightly taller and fuller
of figure, but that only made her look more mature. To be Carole's
mother, Robin van der Hoff didn't look old at all. Certainly not
thirty-nine years old.
"Hello, Bert," her voice was soft and smooth it seemed to reach
out and gently caress the young photagrapher. He couldn't help but
eye her in appreciation. She was wearing a soft flowing, diaphonous
dressing gown. Her figure was totally hidden, but the draft from
the open door pressed the filmy green material back against her.
Robin looked like one of those models, posing for a lingerie ad,
that Bert never failed to get a hard-on looking at.
"Uh, hi, Mrs. van der Hoff. Is Carole in? I'd like to talk to
her."
"Come on in and I'll get her." Bert couldn't keep his eyes off
her as the older woman flowed down the hallway with an elegance and
easy grace that even her daughter lacked.
Bert heard Mrs. van der Hoff speaking with Carole. All of the
converstion he overheard faded as one segment burned itself into
his mind. Carole had said "That creep? I'm leaving. Tell him I'm
not home yet and you don't know when I'll be back."
Robin returned a few minutes later to find Bert sitting numbly in
an overstuffed chair staring out into the backyard, watching crisp
gold, yellow, and orange leaves fall from the deciduous trees to
form a gentle, multi-hued carpet on the lawn.
"Bert," Robin's voice called to him, soft, magnetic, colorful.
For a brief instant, he mangaed to compare it to the picturesque
backyard. "Carole doesn't want to talk to you. Is something wrong?
Can I help?"
Bert was in a daze of rejection. Carole had totally and
irrevocably dismissed him. "It doesn't matter, Mrs. van der Hoff.
Thanks."
As he stood, he felt cool, long fingers on his arm restraining
him. He looked down and Robin was hanging onto his arm preventing
him from leaving. Bert's eyes slowly traced the creamy line of her
arm to the green mist of her dressing gown. He noticed it had come
untied at the throat and was now open and exposing the very tops of
her breats. He heavily sat back down and just stared at her.
She asked again, "Is there anything I can do?" Her azure eyes
studied him with a mixture of sympathy and understanding - and
something else Bert wasn't sure he recognized.
Under he persuasive questioning, he finally spilled the entire
story. And somehow, he managed to tell her he was still a virgin.
His ears burned a flaming red when he realized how much he had told
this woman about some very personal things. She seemed a sympathic
listener and, right now, that was what Bert needed.
"Bert, my daughter is...a bit distant. But it's for about the
same reason you're so upset now. She isn't sure of her- self, and
by building a wall around herself, she can fend off anyone she
isn't sure about. It's one way to keep from getting hurt.
"Yeah, maybe you're right. But the wall seems to be more of an
iceberg."
"It could just be your approach, Bert. I have an idea. Why don't
you pretend I'm Carole and ask me to pose for you? It'll give you
an opportunity to see how she'll react." Robin settled comfortably
down on the large sofa and faced Bert, her trim calves peeking out
from under her thin covering.
Bert wasn't certain, but Robin finally convinced him to try. He
presented his case but found it difficult. The top tiestring of her
green dressing gown exposed more and more of her silky-fleshed tits
as she leaned forward. The gentle bounce and sway of her boobs
rustled the flimsy fog-like material and excited Bert immensly. As
much as he tried to prevent it, he found himself growing hard. In
an attempt to control his body, he quickly looked at the floor to
keep from staring at her now half-exposed breasts with the ruddy
tips peering through the fabric.
This made his erection throb and hurt even more. The emerald
green gown had scooted up, and now he had an un- restricted view of
Robin's legs all the way to mid-thigh. The creamy, lusciously
smooth skin stirred emotions inside him that he tried desperately
to deny. As Robin slowly, provocatively opened her legs into a wide
V, he caught the merest flash of fleecy blonde pussy peering out at
him from under the pile of nylon.
"What's the matter, Bert? You look uncomfortable hot. Come over
here and let me take your sweater off for you." Bert felt as if he
were no longer in control of his own actions. It was someone else
controlling his legs when he rose and went to sit beside the mother
of the girl he so desperately wanted to screw. It was someone else
who allowed her to take off his sweater, shirt, and started
skinning him out of his jeans. When he was totally naked, the emo-
tional impact of what was happening slowly dissipated.
He was still confused but no longer shocked into inactivity. His
fingers fumblingly untied another of the tiestrings on Robin's
gown. Her smile encouraged him to continue. Soon, the Brazilian
topaz-green material seemed to hang like the banks of a river, a
river of white, tantalizing flesh. Robin stood and slowly shrugged
her shoulders and the dressing gown fell away and she stood
totally naked for Bert's now lusting examination of her body.
As he hungrily eyed her, he almost came right then and there.
That would have been the supreme embarrassment. He managed to quiet
his churning nuts and just gaze at Carole's mother.
She was prettier than any of his wet dreams. Blonde, beautiful,
willing. Bert didn't have the experience - yet - to really
appreciate everything being offered him. The skyblue eyes of the
woman studied Bert but always came back to linger at his seven inch
long erection.
If Robin lusted after his man-size prong, Bert was confused as to
what to desire most. Her boobs were a delight to behold - or hold.
They were high set, firm with just enough slackness to dance and
sway back and forth in gentle arcs when she moved. Robin moved
well, he had to admit that. Everything seemed to be perfectly
proportioned and she was as graceful as a high fashion model. She
slowly turned for him to reveal every last secret of her body. For
him! Bert couldn't understand it. He struck out with her daughter
and now Robin was trying to seduce him.
Trying? He'd make sure this lovely creature was successful!
As her tits wove invisible circles in the air with their
ruddy-brown tips, Robin turned her back to Bert. The smooth expanse
of flesh flared to broad, womanly hips and the best ass Bert had
ever seen. The legs and thighs presented to him were connisseur
material. Shapely, trim, and long.
Tiring of posturing for the boy. Robin reached out and pulled him
down onto the soft bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. Bert
irrelevently noticed it was a fake fireplace and didn't burn real
logs. But when Robin kissed him, he knew the feeling of real fire
instantly.
As he luxuriated in the feel of the soft fur caressing his naked
body, Robin's tongue edged into Bert's mouth and toyed with his
oral member. He almost gagged, then got the hang of positioning his
organ of taste so that Robin's delving member would stroke and
lightly glide over his. They kissed for what seemed an eternity to
Bert, and he reveled in every second of it! He couldn't believe his
good luck. His first lay!
Panic struck him when Robin reached down and gripped his firm
cock. What if he didn't do it right? Almost as if she had a killing
touch, he felt his hard-on wilt.
Robin didn't seem to notice. She began massaging his balls,
tweaking and delicately pinching his scrotum, gently running her
long fingers through his pubic hair. As she breathed heavily in
his ear, hot breath exciting him, she managed to whisper, "Don't
worry about anything, darling. I'll take care of you. Just lay back
and enjoy it."
Tongues of flames licked at his ear as her wet, warm ton- gue
flicked in and out. She gently nibbled his earlobe as she continued
her manual stroking of his penis.
Bert was both surprised and happy when his cock began to stir and
rear its proud head again. Robin quickly grabbed its burgeoning
full length and began stroking. Her fingers felt cool, but Bert
experienced intense erotic fire burning and searing in his tool
from the base to the very tip.
It slowly occured to his pleasure filled mind he could be doing
something with his hands. He reached out and took both of Robin's
jugs firmly in hand. He slowly, rythmmically squeezed them and was
pleased when she emitted a low, shuddery sigh of pleasure. The
nipples seemed to expand and grow as he played with them. It
fascinated him to watch the the tiny reddish-brown nubbins erupt
into hard, blood-fill- ed little fingers pointing at him. His hands
soon became cramped and he did what came naturally. He pulled Robin
to him and began suckling at her tits. This seemed to excite her
immensely and the feeling of her breathing increase excited Bert,
too. He had to try to control himself because he could feel the
sperm and semen crouching in his balls for the long spring down his
iron-hard love pipe.
He tongued the nipples and pushed them around in small circles,
back and forth until Robin continually moaned and once even emitted
a little shreak. It scared Bert for a second, then he figured
everything was still all right because she tightened the grip on
his cock.
His firmly clutched manhood began to throb and jerk with ever
greater frequency. He knew he couldn't hold off much longer even
though he wanted to and experience everything with Robin.
"Ro...Robin, please. It's feeling so hot, and I'm going to come."
He gulped as she continued to slowly stroke up and down his length
with those agonizingly pleasurable needles of sensation leaping
from her every touch, no matter how slight.
"Just...lie back, Bert, dear." Robin flowed up and straddled the
boy's waist. She held him captive both physically and mentally.
Bert stared down his supine length in awe as he watched the satin
thighs position themselves on each side of his body. He was totally
enthralled when Robin rose up slightly, spread her blonde,
fur-rimmed cuntal lips and dragged Bert's cock to the gates of
Eden.
At least that's what it felt like to Bert. The moist, liquid
feeling as his glans touched her outer labia almost brought him
off. He resisted and found the effort worthwhile. He watched his
red, swollen length slowly swallowed by that golden-covered pussy
as Robin gradually lowered her body over his. Soon the blonde hairs
of her furry little triangle inter-mixed with his black pubic hair
in an erotic, living, pulsing kinectic sculpture.
Things really got pulsing when Robin used her cuntal muscles to
squeeze down on Bert's entrapped, quivering cock. He felt hot jabs
of fire and ice leap into his loins as she clamped down on his
manly length like the jaws of a velvet-lined vice. When she began
fucking him, Bert couldn't keep from twitching and wiggling his
hips under her! In his position, he had to be content to let her
fuck herself on his impaling spike of flesh and just enjoy the
feeling of the sensuous fur under him and the warm body of the
wanton woman against his groin.
And fuck herself she did. Slowly at first, then faster and faster
as her passions mounted. Soon clutching her own tits and squeezing
the nipples while royally screwing herself on Bert's jutting cock.
Robin came.
The woman's climax caused her encasing cunt to convulse and grab
wildly at Bert's rod in a giant's powerful grip. The flames that
had simmered now exploded and raced through his body, along every
nerve, overloading the pleasure centers of his brain. He was
vaguely aware of spewing forth his come into Robin's hungering
cunt, but it was secondary to the universe of sensation that had
been revealed to him. Bert tried to explore every corner of the
new, erotically filled galaxy of exploding stars and burning lust,
but all too soon it died to a smoldering ember.
Back in the real world, feeling limp from the nervous and
physical release, he saw Robin continue wildly, wantonly fucking
herself on his still rigid dick. She got off once more then slowed
and stopped, exhausted. She finally rose and allowed Bert's limp
penis to wetly slide from her sex slash. His once mighty pole was
covered with cunt juice and his own seed. The now flaccid organ
smeared the golden hairs of Robin's delectible enticing pussy with
the liquid sex of their fucking.
She didn't seem to care or notice.
"How was it, Bert? Your first time."
He did nothing but look at her nakedness. Bert was no longer a
virgin. In a flash, it occurred to him that he couldn't have gotten
himself laid with such expertise by Carole or any of the other
girls he knew. Robin had too many years of practice behind her to
even be considered in the same league as the kids he went to school
with.
He just nodded, wondering how he could get some more of that
beckoning, fabulous manhole of Robin's. Bert looked down between
his legs at his sleeping snake, then wondered if it was dead
forever.
His face must have conveyed some of the message racing in his
mind because Robin laughed, then said, "Don't worry. It isn't
broken. It'll be as good as new in a little while. But you better
go now. Carole might come back and I doubt if she'd understand."
For the first time, what he had done impacted like a sledgehammer
blow on Bert's consciousness. "Your husband!" he explained in a
choaked voice.
Robin donned her green dressing gown and merely said, "He's out
of town a lot. He won't be back from this sales trip for a couple
of weeks, but I don't wnat Carole to know. You'd better leave,
Bert. Now."
Bert quickly dressed and left. Looking over his shoulder as he
went out the door, he saw Robin sitting on the sofa, a cigarette
dangling from her long fingers and the slightest touch of a smile
dancing at the corners of her mouth.
"Goodbye, Bert."
He qucikly closed the door behind him. Outside, he almost yelled
for all to hear, "I'm the biggest stud around!" Instead, he was
content to just go off, whistling tunelessly, secure in his
knowledge that he was now a man.
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