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Archive name: Bert8.txt (mf, ff, teen, orgys)
Authors name: Anonymous Author
Story title : THE ADVENTURES OF BERT ELLIS
Part 8 of 8

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CHAPTER 8

	Bert turned to her and put both arms around her, looked down
into her icy blue eyes and softly responded, "You don’t want anything
to eat? What a pity." Bert’s next movement was lightning fast. His
arms still encircled her, but his hands flashed underneath her skirt,
found the elastic band of her panties and quickly pulled them down her
slender legs.

	It took an instant for the girl to realize the liberty he was
taking with her. Carole tried to kick him. That was a mistake. It
allowed Bert to slip the blue silk panties off one foot, then the
other. He stood, holding the telltale underwear just beyond her grasp.

	"Dammit, give me those back!" she cried.

	Bert kept his voice low. "I wouldn’t want to cause a scene if I
were you. If you scream, you’ll have a lot of people out here. And
then you’d have to explain to all of them how I just happened to get
you panties and...stuff them into my pants pocket." He tucked the last
tiny slip of the silk into his front pocket. "They’d be asking you
questions, not me."

	The blonde’s mind furiously raced. Bert was right, damn him!
He had treated her politely in front of the others; it was she who
had the reputation for putting men into embaressing situations. Who’d
believe that he had managed to get her undies off so slickly?  A
trembling note crept into her voice. "What do you want?" She was truely
fightened now. There was no limit to what she would do to get those
panties back.

	"Let’s go get something to eat. Dan’s Den is as good as any."
Bert turned to go to his car.

	Incensed, in spite of herself, Carole indignantly exclaimed,
"Is that all!" She couldn’t believe her ears.

	"That’s all. Let’s go."

	At the restaurant, Bert insisted on going inside to eat. Carole
refused to sit next to her date and steadfastly dropped into the seat
opposite Bert’s. He smiled broadly as if expecting her to do exactly
as she had done. That elusive smile made Carole feel funny inside,
like she’d made a mistake and didn’t know exactly what it was.

	Bert ordered and sat talking about inconsequential things.

	School, teachers, even the weather. All the time, he intently
watched her. Carole knew what was going through his mind. He knew she
didn’t have any panties on and that damned short skirt dress kept riding
up due to the smooth vinyl seat.  The blonde wiggled to arrange her
dress so that it would not hike up and expose her nakedness. The more
she squirmed, the more Bert smiled. Carole was rapidly becoming furious
with him. Bert Ellis was toying with her, making her jump through
hoops whenever he snapped his fingers, and she did not like it. Not
one bit.  Carole was just ready to declare it a night when she felt a
cold presence between her tightly clenched thighs. With a firm
insistence it pushed up until it reached her snatch. The girl reached
under the table and found Bert’s foot ed- ging toward her pussy.

	Frightened eyes fastened on Bert’s cool, composed face. He
said in a level voice, "Put your hands on the table and don’t resist.
You’d never be able to explain it, not with the crowd coming in." Carole
cast a frightened glance behind her and saw sever- al of her friends
coming in. The dance must have reached a point of boredom where more
left than stayed. And they had all come to the favorite hangout of the
Walter Williams Memorial High School crowd.  The girl jumped slightly
as Bert’s big toe wiggled its way into her cunt. Her eyes widened in
horror as she realized what he was doing to her. He was actually
thrusting his big toe in and out of her cunt as if he were fucking
her! And she couldn’t do or say a thing about it. Not in public. Who
would ever believe her?  Who could honestly believe that she had
allowed him to take off her panties without a struggle? That she would
agree to go into a public place without any undies? That she would let
him diddle her with his big toe? She’d gone too far already not to let
him continue!

	Bert continued his impassive, almost monotone speech. But he
knew what was going through the blonde’s cock-teasing mind as surely
as if he were a telepath. Even more to the point, he could feel the
thin juices of her lust oozing from her pussy to trickle around his
toes.

	He felt the soft inner thigh of Carole’s leg against the arch
of his foot. It seemed perfectly moulded for this odd fornication in
public. This mock copulation that he did not reveal and she could not.

	Carole panicked. She could feel herself getting moist in the
crotch where the boy’s toe gently stroked back and forth. He would
start on the vinly, trace his toe along her perineum and then caress
her cuntal lips. The inner fluids she leaked out frightened her. With-
out meaning to, she was egging him on, giving him a reason to further
humiliate her. And yet, who but she knew what was happening?

	She looked around and saw her friends, snuggling close to boy-
friends, hands fluttering under the tables groping for various portions
of the other’s anatomy. Carole and Bert appeared to be distant, even
polar toward each other. He spoke quietly, a monotone that would put
most people to sleep. And she sat across the table from him, contin-
ually pulling her dress down like a sedate young lady.

	Could she carry out the charade? Could she keep from  showing
the emotion she felt? Carole began tearing the napkin into tiny strips
to alleviate the nervous tension building in her body. As Bert’s toe
stroked up and down her sex, lances of fire leaped up into her belly
and destroyed her normally composed behavior.

	She must not show any unusual emotion!

	As the wandering digit prodded against her fully erect clitoris,
Carole almost came. She clenched down hard on her napkin, bit her
lower lip and looked out the window beside thier booth.  The waitress
placed the greasy hamburgers in front of the pair, then solicitously
asked, "You all right, honey? You look like you’re, uh..." her voice
lowered as she continued "...you’re having a hot flash."

	The waitress glanced at Bert, embarrassed that she’d been so
forward in front of her date.

	Bert suavely said, "That’s quite all right, She’s just having a
momentary hunger pang. Isn’t that so, Carole?" He punctuated his
question with another long, wiggly excursion into her love hole.
Carole’s blonde head bobbed up and down. "He’s right I... I’m
ff..ffeeling weak from...hunger."

	The waitress looked skeptical but said nothing else. She had ten
other tables to serve and didn’t have time to waste with one chick in the
middle of her period.

	Bert said, "You did that very nicely. My, doesn’t this hamberger
look good?" Carole’s blue eyes, slightly glazed from the diddling he
continued to force on her tormented twat, didn’t fail to notice that
he piled on all the onions he could.

	"Eat up, Carole. Although we’ve plenty of time, I would like
to get you home earlier than I promised your mother." It was only nine
o’clock.

	Carole could not finish her hamburger. The toe that coursed up
and down her slash tortured her to an unbelievable extent. She experienced
an orgasm and had to camouflage it as a coughing fit.  Bert looked on,
a clinical observer studying a patient. His face betrayed none of the
gloating he felt. He, Bertram Ellis, had broken through the iceberg’s
exterior!

	Without having to be told, he knew he could have anything he
wanted after they left the restaurant.

	"Excuse me, Bert. I..I..." she swallowed hard as he turned his
foot sideways and plied all of his toes along her sex slit, "I
want...go...ttto tthe lladies room." She finished her statement in a
rush.

	Bert only shook his head in negation. He continued to eat his
hamburger, chewing carefully before swallowing.  "Please!" she cried
out. Carole was instantly aware of three dozen pairs of eyes on her.

	"Better keep your voice down, Carole. People are staring at you."

	"You beast!" she sobbed, The itch in her genitals was un-
bearable. She had to have surcease. She had to get him to stop playing
with her using his foot.

	She wanted...wanted...his hard, throbbing cock in her!
Carole felt the growing urgency in her cunt again as another
toe-triggered orgasm built up. She had totally ripped apart four
napkins and was bending the fork. Lances of agony/ectasy jolted her.
She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to continue.

	Carole van der Hoff wanted him!

	Suddenly, the teasing array of toes disappeared from her cunt.
She started to straighten her dress and decided against it. She would
have to lift her butt off the vinly and that might flash bare shin.
The girl had to be satisfied with pulling her dress down over her legs
without feeling the material trapped under her.  "Let’s go." Bert
stood and walked to pay the check. In amazement, she looked down and
saw he had somehow managed to get his sock and shoe back on without
reaching under the table. Her lust numbed brain couldn’t figure out
how the acrobatic feat had been accomplished.

	All she really cared about was leaving. In a hurry. Without
talking to any of her friends. She had been stupid enough to choose
a short dress. Now she didn’t near any tables, less the occupants
look up and see he pink lipped, golden furred nakedness underneath.
They would all smirk. They would all start whispering about her.

	Carole couldn’t bear the thought.

	She rushed out, past table after table, her arms locked firmly
at her sides to prevent her dress from swaying.  Bert casually walked
out, bidding a couple of friends good night, then sauntered after the
girl.

	He caught a fragment of conversation from a table near the
door. "Did you see that, Al? Damned if Carole didn’t rush out of here
looking like she’d just been fucked in public and Bert Ellis is as
cool as a cucumber!"

	Carole was already in the car, hands firmly gripping the hem of
her dress. As Bert go in, she said in a voice of cold rage, "I hate you!
I hate you, Bert Ellis, like I’ve never hated before! I could kill you!
OOOOHHHH!"

	Bert started the engine and didn’t say a word until they were out
on the street. "What do you hate me for? No one knew what was happening
back there. Except you and me. And are you telling me you didn’t enjoy
it? I think you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get off on the
entire scene."

	Carole sat rigidly for a moment, doing some soul searching.

	"Bert. Fuck me. I want you to stuff your cock up where you had
your toes."

	Bert did not immediately respond. He turned a sharp corner and
drove to a favorite lover’s lane that overlooked the city. The lights
were spectacular but few ever saw them, except before or after the reason
they made the drive.

	"Bert," Carole asked, plaintively, "will you?"

	Bert turned off the ignition and lounged back in the seat. "Why
should I? You’ve never given me the time of day before. Why should I do
anything at all for you?  You would not even be here if it were not
for your mother."

	Carole’s temper flared. "You make it sound like you’d be doing
me a big favor! Such gall!"

	The quiet words that answered unnerved her more than anything else
he had done to her all night long.

	"I would be doing you a favor."

	Long minutes of silence dragged between them, then Carole said,
"Bert, please. My...my crotch is burning. It feels like it’s filled
with ants or something. Please!"

	"You’re begging for my cock? Come, come, you can be more orginal
than that! Surely you have heard some good stories about why I should fuck
you.  Better yet, what are you willing to do for my cock?"

	Carole’s eyes glowed luminously with lust and hate in the dim light.
"What do you mean?"

	"I mean you’ve got to earn it. What’ll you do to earn my cock?"
Carole thought for a few seconds, her hands rubbing her crotch
through the thin fabric of her dress. "I’ll pose for you for that
silly contest. How’s that?"

	Bert shook his head. "No good. I’ve already got someone else
lined up," he lied. "Besides, it’s my cock you want. You have to do
something for it."

	"Like what?" Her voice betrayed her soaring emotions.

	"Suck on it." His voice was absolutely level. He could have been
giving a weather report rather than ordering her to give him a blow
job. Yet they both realized this was exactly what he was doing.  Bert
wasn’t stating an alternative he was giving a command, and order that
Carole would eventually give in to.  A timid little girl voice, so
unlike her normally husky, sultry tones came, "Okay."

	Bert unzipped his fly but didn’t move from his seat. "Go on, Suck
for all you’re worth. If you know how!" The final challenge he hurled at
Carole almost yanked the girl across the car.

	Her mouth encircled Bert’s cock and licked and lapped with an
avidity that reflected just how hot she’d gotten back at the restaurant.
Carole paid no attention to the fact that her short dress hiked up and
displayed the rounded twin globes of her buttocks. In the faint
moonlight, they gleamed a pearlescent white.  Bert gazed at them
wanting to reach out and take them into his lusting grip. But he knew
that, as much as he desired to take them - and Carole - he couldn’t.

	Net yet. But soon.

	Her naked ass did more to harden Bert’s cock than the in- expert
cocksucking that Carole was giving out. Bert just relaxed as much as
he could and stared out across the city. Tiny jewels strewn from the
hand of a drunken giant. Beacons in the night guiding him on his way
to a sexual Nirvana. All that and more as Carole tongued his now fully
erect pole of manhood.

	Bert didn’t touch her. He longed to caress her golden, shimmering
hair, to guide her motion up and down his shaft. The youth refrained.
He wanted nothing more than to reach around and stuff a few fingers up
her steaming twat. He didn’t.

	He just let her continue her oral assualt on his organ.
Carole couldn’t understand Bert’s passiveness. There was no way
she could even guess he was playing a bigger game than just one
fucking. That he was going for broke. Either he hooked her into a long
string of lovemaking or he lost everything. Starting with nothing, he
had everything to gain and nothing to lose.  The blonde continued
pulling at his prong, licking it with her tongue and rubbing the
blood-engorged head against the roof of her mouth. Carole was at a
loss to understand why Bert didn’t ejaculate instantly. Every other
guy she’d sucked off had shot his load in a few brief seconds. She
disliked stuffing a prick into her mouth. It was distasteful to the
girl but sometimes it was the only way to cool a date off and prevent
outright rape.

	She was an expert at dragging a guy along, then dumping him
hard and leave him lusting after her body.

	Now that she had found someone impervious to her charms, she
didn’t know how to handle it. Carole had decided that sucking Bert off
as quickly as possible would take care of him. That would force him
to betray his lust for her, and she could regain a semblance of the
dignity she had lost earlier in the evening.  Even that escape value
for her pride seemed to be denied her. She sucked, she tongued, she
gently gnawed on his resilient rod and only managed to get a slight
movement of his hips and a tiny moan from his lips. She knew he wasn’t
a corpse, not with that warm, throbbing, living tool that she lovingly
held in her mouth.  The only explanation was that she wasn’t as good
as others he’d gone with. The thought chilled Carole. Then a grim
resolution filled her. She’d bring him off in such a big way, he’d
never forget it.

	Carole began to suck in earnest now. Her cheeks went concave
under the force, and the girl became sligthly dizzy from her restricted
breathing patterns. The fluffy forest of his pubic hair assailed her
nose, made her want to laugh and sneeze at the same time. Her wet lips
glided up and down the rigid, pulsating shaft.  The big blue vein
throbbed on top of his penis and Carole kissed it.

	Turning her attentions to the sensitive head, the cock-teaser
showed how to tease a cock. A light, fleeting kiss, a gentle nip, a long
rough wet lick with her tongue. Then the "O" of her ruby lipped mouth
encircled the cylinder of his passion and plied over the purpled
arrowhead until a crick formed in the girl’s contorted neck. Bert said,
his voice muffled, "I’m getting tired. Do you want me to come?"

	Carole couldn’t believe her ears. He was getting tired! Did she
want him to ejaculate!

	She increased the suction on the very tip of his cock, her tongue
moving in figure eight patterns on the delicate underside. Again Bert
asked if she was ready for him to come but this time added that he was
getting bored. Ego totally shattered, Carole shook her head
affirmative while sucking on his cock. Carole felt the cock stiffen
even more, begin to expand with an added complement of blood. Then,
with a gush like a rocket launching, his come jetted into her mouth.

	The blonde tried to back off but found powerful hands holding her
head over his length. She had no choice but to take the entire stream,
swallow, then take the next spurt as it erupted from his tube.
Bert heaved a big sigh as the last of his jism trickled from his cock.
It had been one hell of a battle to keep from letting the girl know
how turned on he was and how close to coming he was before he had
asked her if she wanted him to come.  This was one of his biggest and
most recurring wet dreams being sucked off by Carole van der Hoff. And
he had enjoyed it to the utmost, but he couldn’t tell her that. If he
did, he’d lose her instantly.

	He reflected back on everything that had happened. He had pegged
her exactly. She was a cockteaser, all right, but  Bert had figured out
a way to stop her almost-love-em-and- leave-em ways. Everything he did
put her down. He treated her like trash. Not overtly, nothing she
could complain about and have anyone believe. But she knew he was
interested, but in a distant way. He didn’t consider her God’s gift to
mankind, and that piqued her interest in him, strenghtened her resolve
to get even. If he played his cards right, she’d come back for more
and more humiliation, and he could get her to do whatever he wanted,
whenever he wanted.

	Bert shoved her away as he said, "Time to get you back home."
Carole looked up, opalescent come dripping down her chin. "That’s
all you have to say?"

	"Yeah. I’ve had better blowjobs. By the way, here’re your
panties." He tossed them to the girl.

	"But...but...aren’t you going to...?" She was dumbfounded. She
had obviously expected him to fuck her then and there.  "You mean you
actually expect me to ball you? Well," he said, making it sound like
he was making a painful decision, "maybe some other time."
Carole was struck speechless.

			-= T H E   E N D =-

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