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Story Title : THE ADVENTURES OF BERT ELLIS
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 07:34:50 GMT
Part 1 of 8

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 cheer-
leader practice.  Bert couldnt hear the cheers extolling 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, lustful and wanton.  Her firm,
young tits barely swayed or bounced. That was good.  Bert didnt like
big floppy boobs. At least, he didnt think he did. He wasnt sure
what he really liked in a woman. He had lots of fantasies -  Caroles
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 didnt
know how to go about it. He wasnt ugly or even very pimply-faced.
While he wasnt 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 didnt 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 wasnt 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, hed
be famous and shed be famous. She would have him, Bert Ellis, to
thank for the launching of a long and profitable modeling career. And
she could thank him with that gorgeous body of hers. His eyes never
left Caroles dancing, twirling, trim figure. The tight crimson
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 didnt 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 gymnists body.  Every curve
and contour was just right for the maximum turn-on. Laura was very short,
at least six inches shorter than Berts 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 hed have to wait in line
forever. There wasnt a guy in school who wasnt 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 hed 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, hed 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. Hed just ask to shoot some pictures
of her in an artsy-craftsy motif, possibly out in the woods. Maybe
shed be so grateful for the chance to pose for a real live
photographer, he could fuck her right then and there and wouldnt 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? Id sure like to
have you pose for some pictures, and Im sure we could win, I mean the
picture would win and youd have national publicity and Id 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.
Hed 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 didnt 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 couldnt lose.  He
was sure.

	He slowly made his way to Caroles house, waiting long enough to
insure that shed be home. He wasnt 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 Caroles 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 Caroles mother, Robin van der Hoff didnt 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 couldnt 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? Id like to talk to her."

	"Come on in and Ill get her." Bert couldnt 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? Im  leaving. Tell him Im not home
yet and you dont know when Ill 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," Robins voice called to him, soft, magnetic, colorful. 
For a brief instant, he mangaed to compare it to the picturesque
backyard. "Carole doesnt want to talk to you. Is something wrong?
Can I help?"

	Bert was in a daze of rejection. Carole had totally and irrevo-
cably dismissed him. "It doesnt 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. Berts 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 wasnt 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 its for about the same reason
youre so upset now. She isnt sure of herself, and by building a
wall around herself, she can fend off anyone she isnt sure about.
Its one way to keep from getting hurt.  "Yeah, maybe youre right.
But the wall seems to be more of an iceberg."

	"It could just be your approach, Bert. I have an idea. Why
dont you pretend Im Carole and ask me to pose for you? Itll give
you an opportunity to see how shell react." Robin settled comfortably
down on the large sofa and faced Bert, her trim calves peeking out from
under her thin covering.

	Bert wasnt 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 unrestricted view of Robins
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.

	"Whats 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 Robins 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 Berts 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 Caroles mother.  She was prettier
than any of his wet dreams. Blonde, beautiful, willing. Bert didnt
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 couldnt
understand it. He struck out with her daughter and now Robin was
trying to seduce him.

	Trying? Hed 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 didnt 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, Robins tongue edged into Berts mouth and toyed with
his oral member.  He almost gagged, then got the hang of positioning
his organ of taste so that Robins 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 couldnt believe his
good luck. His first lay!

	Panic struck him when Robin reached down and gripped his firm
cock. What if he didnt do it right? Almost as if she had a killing touch,
he felt his hard-on wilt.

	Robin didnt seem to notice. She began massaging his balls, tweak-
ing 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, "Dont worry about
anything, darling. Ill take care of you. Just lay back and enjoy it."
Tongues of flames licked at his ear as her wet, warm tongue 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 Robins 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-filled
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 couldnt hold off much longer even though he
wanted to and experience everything  with Robin.

	"Ro...Robin, please. Its feeling so hot, and Im 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 boys 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 Berts cock to
the gates of Eden.

	At least thats 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 Berts
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 couldnt 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 Berts jutting cock.  Robin
came.

	The womans climax caused her encasing cunt to convulse and grab
wildly at Berts rod in a giants 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 Robins 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 Berts
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 Robins delectible enticing pussy with the
liquid sex of their fucking.

	She didnt 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 couldnt have gotten him-
self 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 Robins. 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,
"Dont worry. It isnt broken. Itll be as good as new in a little
while. But you better go now.  Carole might come back and I doubt if
shed understand." For the first time, what he had done impacted like
a sledgehammer blow on Berts consciousness.

	"Your husband!" he explained in a choaked voice.

	Robin donned her green dressing gown and merely said, "Hes out
of town a lot. He wont be back from this sales trip for a couple of
weeks, but I dont wnat Carole to know. Youd 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, "Im the biggest stud around!" Instead, he was content
to just go off, whistling tunelessly, secure in his knowledge that he was
now a man.

