Archive-name: Family/bert1.txt Archive-author: David Alexander Archive-title: Bert, Chapter 1 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-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 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. -- Archive-name: Family/bert2.txt Archive-author: David Alexander Archive-title: Bert, Chapter 2 Chapter Two Bert should have been a broken field runner. He adeptly wiggled his way through the crowded cafeteria with his food laden tray and never spilled a drop of his milk or a blob of the gooey chocolate pudding. He found an empty chair next to his friend, Cruncher Hiatt, and sat down. "Hi Crunch. How's it going?" "Not so bad, man. In fact, real good. Me and Laura went out after the game Saturday night, you know? That chick is really hot in bed, let me tell you." Cruncher smirked and continued eating. Bert sighed. He wished he could be as suave as Cruncher. But then he didn't yet have the experience with girls that his friend did. And, Bert had to admit, there was a certain power aura around a guy who could break through a defensive line and toss the quarterback around like a sack of brass doorknobs. That game Saturday had been a big one for Cruncher. Several college recruiters had been watching, and he had really shined. He had thrown the Slaten High quarterback for a total loss of almost sixty yards. And Bert imagined that Laura had been impressed enough to let Cruncher score with her, too. "Yeah, some game Crunch. And Laura is a hell of a sexy broad, too. Say you know all about things. What's the best approach to use on Carole?" Cruncher looked like he was deep in thought as his brow furrowed. He finally said, "Carole? The blonde cheerleader? Man, Bert, I'd say you could do better than waste your time there. She's a real bitch. Complete iceberg. Maybe even frigid. Bet she's got ice cubes stuuffed up her cunt. Take my advice and lay off her. You'd just be missing out some- place else." Bert continued eating his lunch in silence. He was worried. Cruncher knew what he was talking about when it came to two subjects, football and women. If the great make-out artist said to forget Carole, maybe he should. Bert knew that if a football hero, a potential All-American offensive lineman and a really cool guy like Hiatt couldn't give any advice on how to make it with a chick, it might be impossible. "You really think it's no good, Crunch?" Bert hoped there might be some small ray of encouragement shining through the clouds of dispair. "No hope at all, Bert. Believe me, lay off her. Got to get to class. See you later." The big tackle stood and weaved through the crowd, his crimson and white letter jacket finally disappearing through the cafeteria doorway. Bert lost his appetite, but he continued to eat anyway. Even if he didn't feel like it, he should have some food in his stomach. He had to work late tonight finishing the photo layouts for the paper. It was going to be a special edition, and he had some unique ideas to better illustrate the school's sports program. The rest of the day passed in a blur of inconsequential events, and Bert was glad when the final class of the day ended. He hurried to the journalism room and saw Mr. Woodward just leaving. The journalism teacher looked up from stuffing his brief- case with a stack of papers to be graded and greeted his student. "Hello, Bert. Are you going to work tonight on that special layout for the sports edition tomorrow?" When Bert told him that he was, the teacher continued, "Good. But remember that the entire thing has to be at the printer's shop before midnight so he can burn the plates and get it run. I'll see you tomorrow." "Okay, Mr. Woodward. Have a nice evening." "I will, Bert, I will. Jim Elliot and I are going over to Jeff Morehead's house for a little poker game. But don't spread it around. We school types have to keep that goodie-goodie facade at all costs. We're not supposed to smoke or drink or gamble or fuck. Or be human, if the school board had their way. 'Night!" With that, the man was off. Bert sighed and went in the darkroom glued onto the back of the classroom. He began setting up his developing pans and mixing the Dektol and a fresh batch of stop bath. Bert critically surveyed the fixer solution and decided that he could filter out some of the silver sediment at the bottom and use the fluid again, for one more batch of prints, at least. The youthful photographer checked out his enlarger and made sure he had the negatives he needed. Most were of the football team, a few were of the cheerleaders. Bert longingly eyed a particularly good shot of Carole leaping into the air, legs spread wide and her head thrown back in a wild cheer. Bert sat on the large counter for several minutes looking at the negative and thinking what it would be like to get into Carole's pants. He almost jumped when a low, sultry voice demanded, "What the hell are you doing here?" He turned frightened eyes to the doorway and saw Alana Montray, the editor of the newspaper. Bert sighed in relief. He had thought it was a guard or someone come to toss him out. He hadn't bothered to get a pass from Woodward and he couldn't prove he hadn't broken in to steal something. "Hi, Alana. I'm just getting ready to do some layout work for the sport section tomorrow. What are you doing here?" Bert eyed the black chick for the first time. Somehow, he had been more of a rabbit than a man before he had fucked Robin. Now he was more outgoing, more positive in his approach to women. And Alana could be described as worthy of an approach. The girl was alluring, svelt, trim. Her frizzy Afro hairdo accentuated the slender-boned face, the deep brown skin the color of mocha. And her body! Bert wondered how he could have ever failed to notice that before. She had moderately large tits, but the tiny waist and decidedly feminine hips stretched her doubleknit pantsuit outfit to the limits of endurance. If she'd had a rip in the garment, Bert thought she'd have to mend it with a can of spray paint. The shocking pink outfit clung to her like a second skin. And anew, Bert wondered how he could have missed do much. Perhaps her constant nearness had made him overlook her. But he certainly couldn't overlook her now. He could see the tiny mushrooms that were her nipples prodding against the fabric of her blouse. Bert guessed there must be a jacket to the outfit somewhere, but it had been cast aside to reveal the almost see-through lacy white blouse. As Alana leaned against the doorjamb and crossed one leg in front of the other, she said, "I don't know what it is with you, Bert. Lately you seem so...different, I guess. Something happen to your head?" His head? Hardly! "You know how it is, Alana. When you're hot, you're hot. And this seems like a good time for me. Things have been clicking. But don't stand there. Come on in. You said you wanted to see how we photographers worked." Alana smiled, ivory teeth flashing and contrasting with her dark skin. "Man, you have changed!" She slowly pulled the door shut and plunged the room into total darkness. Bert knew the layout of the darkroom as well as his own bedroom. He took three rapid steps toward Alana and reached out, his hand finding a large, marshmallowy tit. When she squealed, Bert said, "Oh, sorry. The sudden darkness made me lose my balance." "Like hell it did. When I said you'd changed, I was really understating it a lot, wasn't I?" Bert felt the editor move closer to him, reach out and grasp his other hand. She pulled it up to her neglected tit and quietly said, "There is two of them, you know..." Bert didn't need any more urging. His mouth descended with radar-like accuracy and found the black girl's to stifle any further comment with a long, deep kiss. As his tongue penetrated the vastness of herr oral cavern, Alana groaned and her arms encircled bert, pulling him closer. Their bodies locked together, they continued a long soul kiss. Bert didn't ever want to stop. He relished the feel of her cool skin against his body, the feel of her hands roaming aimlessly across his back. His hands became cramped, but he was loathe to give up his twin handfuls of titflesh. Alana was a really stacked, hot chick, and he didn't want to let her escape. Finally, they had to break apart in order to catch their breath. Alana said in her husky, sultry voice, "Man, have you changed!" "For the better?" Bert asked, as his now numble fingers began unfastening the buttons on Alana's fragile blouse. He felt the girl returning the favor and, soon, they were both naked to the waist. He gripped the girl to him again, this time powerfully crushing her body against his. The kiss was electric. Scintillatiing current flowed magnically between them. He felt the sharp points of her compressed tits poking into his chest. As the girl's passion mounted, her nipples became hareder and tried to spear holes in the photographer's chest. Bert allowed one hand to wander down inside the waist band of his editor's slacks, and he grasped a handful of black ass. Slowly, methodically, he began massaging and kneading the globe of flesh as he pulled her ever so closer to him. He felt the girl's mound grind up against his hardon, then eventually begin to rotate around and around testing his self-control to the utmost. With Alana rubbing against the sensitive underside, it took all of his concentration to keep from ejaculating. But he was learning. He kept his attention focused on her lucious mouth, her lust-hardened nipples gouging into his smooth chest, the handful of asscheek he was playing with. He tried to ignore the little campfire in his groin that was threatening to leap out into a full fledged forest fire at any moment. Alana deserted his mouth to move her agile, flickering tongue to his ear. Bert felt the hot, quick breath on his earlobe, thrilled to the sensation of the snake-quick thrusts of her oral digit plunging into his ear channel. When she began to nibble and gnaw lightly on his ear, Bert muttered, "I need you, Alana. I want you more than I have anyone else before." "No, Bert, no... I don't want to get pregnant." While she was making her protestations, Bert was orally working on her ears. It was quickly apparent this was an extremely erogenous zone for her. The black editor could barely gasp out her incoherent protests when Bert huskily whispered, "I can take you in the rear. Bend over and let me get those fancy pants off you!" Alana was beyond being able to control her body's needs and desires. She allowed Bert to slowly strip her in the darkroom. All the time he was fumbling with the zippers and snaps, he kissed her trim, slightly rounded belly. When his tongue found the deep depression of her navel, he slowly, languorously lapped and licked around it, leaving a trail of saliva that could have glistened had their activities been spotlighted. Alana lifted her left foot, then her right, and slipped free of her clothing to stand totally naked in front of Bert. His hands and tongue knew she was unclothed; he wanted to see her in full naked, gleaming blackd glory. He reached up and turned on the safelight with a #10 Kodak filter in it. The room was immediately cast in the dim yellow-orange light, and Bert could see Alana for the first time. Really see her for the first time. The pale orange light highlighted her black skin and made her appear even more exotic to him. The very tips of her jugs were firm, hard, erect and protruding in obvious lust. Bert silently thrilled knowing it was lust for him that had brought the sexy black girl to this agitated state. Her smooth flanks dully reflected the light and the saliva trail he had left across her belly took on an almost phosphorescent quality. "Okay, honky studman, now you get those pants of yours off!" Alana's facile hands soon stripped Bert of his trousers, and they both stood naked and revealed in the odd light cast by the filtered incandescent bulb. Bert looked down and saw his swollen manhood jerking and twitching in reaction to the foreplay he and Alana had been avidly engaged in. Instead of a flesh-pink with red overtones, his cock looked like an orange popsicle. When he mentioned this to Alana, she laughed a throaty laugh and immediately descended. "Ummmm, I love orange popsicles!" Her mouth was soon stuffed with Bert's cock which she sampled with loud, lewd slurping noises. Bert felt Alana's saliva trickle down his length and mingle with the hair of the little sac suspended under his prodigious cock. The sac, containing his precious balls, slowly contracted and collapsed into a tight, hard sphere as Alana gently massaged and toyed with it. The entire time, her mouth slowly accepted and rejected Bert's steely rod. Her mouth puckered into a tiny "O" form and started at the purple-orange head of his cock, and she sucked her way down. Bert felt as if she were drawing his entire gut through the end of his prick. In reality, she was agonizingly, excruciatingly sucking his length into her mouth, her tongue swirling and spiraling around laving every square millimeter of manmeat she found. Soon, he felt her lips brush against his pubic hair. She had swallowed his entire sex-spire. When she began to retreat, her teeth lightly scored his captive organ, and her tongue pushed hard against his tiny pinprick hole at the end of his rod. To counter this, she sucked for all she was worth. His hands roamed through the forest of wiry Afro, guiding her head as she gave head. Bert groaned, "Stop! Stop, Alana!" Puzzled, the black girl looked up. Bert rapidly explained, "I'm going to lose it in a minute if you keep it up! You are too damn good! And I want to be in you when I blow off. So get that pert black rearend of yours up here!" He pulled her to her feet and gave a swat to the firm ass that passed near his hands. He quickly bent Alana over the counter so that her rump would be enticingly presented for his entry. He briefly, hesitated, dipped his finger into her flowing cunt, then traced his way back into the hot, humid crease between her demiglobes of flesh. His lubricated finger rapidly goaded the tight, stingy anal muscle to relax, and he wiggled his finger inside Alana a time or two, enjoying the way she twitched and squealed. The feeling of power was heightened when he spread her legs and moved into position behind her. The glans of his long prod touched the prepared asshole, then plunged in with ferocious speed. Alana screamed in agony as she was filled with a huge iron bar of solid manmeat. Bert felt as if he had thrust his tool into a blast furnace. For a few minutes, he couldn't move; he just stood there, his hands spreading her ass cheeks and his cock buried balls deep up Alana's rectum. He was in the tightest fitting channel he could ever have imagined, tight and searing hot. He realized he should have gradually entered the girl's rear door, but it was too late now. He was already inside! Alana felt the tortured inner membranes slowly stretch and expand to accomodate the huge male invader. As soon as the rectal channel had resigned itself to the added masculine visitor in the hot, velvet depths, it began to relax. Alana sighed with relief and began to enjoy the fullness of Bert in her. She could sense the slow pulsing of his cock as it jerked and danced in cadence with his heartbeat. She even imagined her sensitive inner tissues could detect the giant vein on top of his cock. Bert gazed down at the girl's back sprawled on the table top in front of him. His hands abandoned their posts, no longer needed, and began exploring her smooth, silky back. She sighed and moaned constantly as he traced out each and every vertebra in her spine. Leaning forward, he began massaging her tensed shoulder muscles. He lovingly said, "Relax, the best is yet to come!" His words, as well as his powerful hands soothing her back and shoulder muscles, had the desired effect. He could almost feel the tenseness flow, like water through a seive, from his beautiful editor. As soon as Bert felt the shuddery little moans, he slowly pulled out of her anal canal. Slow, rhythmic pistoning pushed him in and out, and he felt the girl tense again as he slipped and slid to and fro in her body. But this time, it was a different tenseness. The first had been muscular due to fright, fear of the unknown. This was a muscular tension, also, but far finer. This was generated by building sexual desires, needs, the powerful urge to have Bert wildly fuck her ass. Bert felt the stirrings in his loins as gentle feather-light touches, almost tickling. As the frequency and depth of penetration up Alana's carbon black posterior increased, the sensation began to resemble an itch that could not be scratched, an urgent need that was doomed to be unfilfilled. Faster and faster, he pistoned into her hot, compressed anus and the feeling in him grew to larger and larger proportions resembling that of having his genitals baked in a high temperature oven. Soon he began to lose all conscious control of his body. His hips began to thrust wildly all by themselves, his brain was short circuited by runaway passion and lust for his lovely, willing black partner in this assfucking. Bert abandoned himself totally to the prickly feeling in his groin. The flames of lust leaped and lapped up and down the length of his tool until his belly caught fire. The liquid, surging napalm of lust, exploded in his body and burned throughout his universe. It spread in an ever widening circle, centered in his balls, until finally his entire torso was engulfed. His brain was clouded and, as orgasm smashed through his mind he jetted tons of his fiery jism up Alana's ass. Bert rocked and bucked and wantonly ground his crotch against the needy black rear. When Alana felt Bert climax, he was buried full length in her. She had been passionately moaning and biting her lower lip to keep from screaming out her desires for him. As orgasm seized her body and blanketed out the world ex cept for the flaming lance buried in her butt, she abandoned all attempt to restrain her cries. She screamed loud and long and felt the surging flood of orgasm crash through her body and impact in her head. A brillant fireworks display ignited in her brain, and she was completely lost int the vastness of her climaxing body. The winds of orgasm soon blew away, and the two were exhausted, satiated. Bert collapsed forward onto Alana and in a few minutes felt his cock deflate like a gush of his creamy come. Alana gasped out, "You are a real stud, Bert! I've never had it up the ass before, but it was soooo good!" Her voice trailed off dreamily. "I have a confession to make, Alana. I've never fucked anyone in the ass before." He sounded almost contrite, apologizing. "Hell, man, you can fuck my ass amy time you want! Now will you kindly get off me? In case you'd forgotten, we're supposed to be working." "Working? Working? That what we are supposed to be doing? I guess I forgot when this black chick came in and wiggled her gorgeous ass at me." Alana chuckled as she said, "You honkies always did go for a piece of ass!" "Shut up, bitch, or I just might take the whole thing instead of a piece!" "Promises, promises, promises!" she retorted. Bert had always wanted to be an explorer searching out undiscovered lands. That night, with Alana, he discovered new vistas - and ones which were very close to home. -- Archive-name: Family/bert3.txt Archive-author: David Alexander Archive-title: Bert, Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Bert talked with Cruncher for a few minutes after school, then left his friend to speak to Alana when he spied the sexy black girl coming out of the building. Alana spoke first, "Well, if it isn't the honkey stud with the orange popsicle. How are you, Bert?" Bert smiled. Only week ago, if anyone had said something like that to him, he would have been mortified, humiliated, and tongue tied. No longer. "Still hot and hard for black ass. But what I wanted to know was the schedule on the paper. Did we get everything in on time...to the printer?" Alana sighed, her shapely shoulders sagging the most minute fraction in dissappointment under her yellow crushed velvet jacket. "I was hoping you wanted to know something else...in the Biblical sense." Bert flashed a toothy smile, and Alana continued, "To answer the question, everything got to the printer before the deadline. The edition should be out tomorrow with your photo layout in it." Bert casually leaned against the building, then said, "Photo layouts are fun to do. Maybe we can get together for a lay...out sometime soon." "Love it!" the black editor exclaimed. "But I've got to run now. I'll talk with you later about that...special assignment." "My editor's wish is my command!" Alana brushed Bert's arm with hers and a black hand lightly touched his crotch as she passed him on the steps. In a flash she was gone, leaving only a warm feeling in Bert's loins. That feeling began to grow exponentially, and soon Bert felt as if he'd blow his cool in public simply from the fantasies he was building in his brain. He decided that his hard-on was too good to waste. He'd go to Carole's and see what could be done about relieving the insistent bodily urges that were becoming more and more important to him. Bert sauntered to the van der Hoff household, taking his time and deeply breathing in the fresh, crisp autumn air. Thoughts of photographic compositions raced through his mind; the thoughts were not on photographing scenic outlooks or falling leaves. Not unless the scenic outlooks or the pile of leaves had a naked and completely willing blond Carole van der Hoff spreading her legs in wanton invitation to his throbbing cock. As he approached th house, Bert saw Carole racing out to get into the snazzy sportscar driven by Tony diMaria. Bert wasn't very good with cars or in identifying them, but he thought the school's student body president was driving an Italian car, possible an Alfa. Whatever it was, the car was red and small and flashy, just the type of thing the lovely blonde who inhabited Bert's wet dreams would really groove on. Bert's imprisoned cylinder of lust pressed firmly against his trousers. It was lucky for the boy that the zipper release was on the outside. His neddful, lusting cock might have been able to slide the zipper down and free itself if the means had existed. The young photgrapher considered the dilemma. It would do not good to see Carole. She had just left with her current paramour. But Robin van der Hoff was something else. Was she ever something else! Carole didn't want anything to do with him - for the moment - and he desperately needed a tight sheath of warm female flesh around his hard, edacious organ. Robin had been more than willing once, she could supply the source of his gratification again. And this time, he would be the one to take the initiative. The Alfa roared along the street, the top down. Bert watched Carole's long, flowing locks flutter in the breeze, a golden pennant and tribute to her femininity. He sighed, then turned his attentions toward the front door of the house. A moment of hesitation struck him, then he plunged ahead. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead! And would he ever torpedo Robin's ship in its snug harbor this time! Bert rang the doorbell and waited. When no one came to answer he rang again and, simultaneously, Robin answered. She looked moemtarily surprised to see him but covered it well. "Hello, Bert. What can I do for you?" The youth with a raging hard-on had to bite his tongue to keep from answering that like he wanted. He decided to play it cool. "I came to see if Carole was around. Could I speak with her?" A look of relief crossed Robin's fine features. "I'm sorry, Bert, but she's gone out, and I don't know when she will be back. Possibly not for several hours." Bert glided in past the woman as he was saying, "That's all right. I'll wait." Almost as an afterthought, he added, "I'm sure we can think of something to do while I'm waiting." Robin was startled as Bert walked into the living room, and seated himself. Her hands shook slightly, and the young photographer noted that she was not the completely austere, haughty woman she pretended to be. He had somehow managed to breech her barriers of reserve. He was planning on breeching other, more delightful barriers before he left the house. "Uh, look, Bert, I think I'd better have a talk with you about this." "Certainly, Robin, dearest. Come sit here beside me." He patted the spot next to him on the loveseat. Robin was growing more and more uncomfortable. Bert inwardly relished the feeling of power he was wielding over the woman. For so long, he felt as she must be feeling now. Uncertainly, hesitant, even a little fearful. "Bert," she started to say, going to a chair on the far side of the room. "Robin." His voice was flat, commanding. "Sit here." Again he indicated the cushioned seat next to him. Robin swallowed, then came and sat next to Bert. Her body shook slightly and, from Bert's point of view, delightfully. The patterned blouse housing her twin peaks of wonderous, snowy white titflesh could not conceal the sensous swaying. Her chest heaved in reaction to the sudden stab of fear that she had lost control of the boy she had made into a man. Bert's eyes burned with feverish intensity. And it was the unmistakable fire of unquenchable desire that flared. "Bert, that time...it...it wasn't what you think. My husband is gone so much of the time and I get...I get..." Robin seemed at a loss for words. Bert had no trouble supplying them for her. "Horny? You get horny, isn't that it?" His brown eyes worked upwards from the dual mounds that were her sheathed breasts until he locked his eyes on her radioactive cobalt-blue ones. Robin's hair had become a trifle disarrayed, and a strand of the fine golden hair fell across her forehead and partially hindered her view. Bert reached out and gently moved the wayward strand of silky hair back into its proper place. Robin flinched involuntarily. She had no desire to continue the one time fling she's had with the boy. "Please try to understand me, Bert. Please," she begged. "You're a nice boy, but you're just a boy. You're young enough to be my son, for God's sake!" "Does that really matter, Robin? I'm not too good at remembering things, but I saw this in my World Lit. book the other day, 'Age is a tyrant who forbids, at the penalty of life, all the pleasures of youth.' Doesn't that seem appropriate to you?" Robin shivered slightly and mumbled, "La Rouchefoucauld also said 'Few people know how to be old.' I think I should try to act my age." Bert's eyes continued to roam over her slim, girlish figure. The slender legs, encased in smoky nylon, protruded from under the tight black shirt Robin wore. His eyes caressed the smooth flow of her hips, the trim, round ass, the delicate, almost fragile waist. But he kept returning to the high hemline and tracing down the length of her legs. Glorious, wonderous legs excited him immensely. Calves displaying muscle, yet not bulky or knotted muscle. Smooth, sleek, and heartstoppingly long limbs. Bert loved the subtle fragrance of Robin's perfume; it drew him as a pollen flower attracts the honey bee. He did not reply to her protests. Instead, he slipped his hand behind her golden crowned head and prevented her from escaping as he brought his lips to hers. In spite of what Robin had said, she wanted him. She wanted him badly to relieve her own sexual tensions. The woman didn't want to have an affair with a boy, but she saw it was useless to protest. He was determined and, in a perverse way, she was glad. Robin could let Bert take some of the initiative and, in some fashion she could not easily determine, the boy was vastly more than he had been. No longer scared or unsure, he appealed to her on the most elemental sexual level possible. Robin wanted Bert's long, hardened prick shoved between her legs and up her cunt. She wanted the satisfaction a woman received only when a man fucked her. The coral tip of her tongue raced around her lips a split second before Bert's melted against hers. It was a silent invitation. A tacit acknowledgement that she was saying one thing while her body, her very core of being, screamed out another. Bert's kiss was not very adroit. He had much to learn about properly kissing a woman. But Robin was just the person to show him. As she warmed to the feel of his lips against hers, the woman began to return the kiss with ferver and ill-suppressed desire. The youthful photographer felt the difference instantly. He hadn't missed the tiny circuit of the lips Robin made before he kissed her. Bert certainly couldn't miss the feel of her mouth opening slightly, the increased pressure and the probing tongue delving into his mouth. Although the youth had been the one who started the session, it was obviously turning into another educational experience for Bert Ellis. He'd always wanted to get sex education out of the class room and back onto the playground where it belonged! He continued holding Robin's head firmly pressed toward him as she teased his tongue with her own dextrous oral digit. The taste of her saliva was sweet, succulent and indescribably delicious. The delicate, feather light touches of her tongue against his seemed to ignite passions in Bert's body that were barely controllable. Bert felt himself growing harder, the head of his cock spreading like the hood of a cobra preparing to strike. And, like a snake, he felt the sinuous wiggling back and forth as his excitement grew. Robin reached down and pressed against the lump in her sex- partner's trousers. He would have gasped except that the woman's tongue had completely entrapped his; he could say nothing, only breathe harder and faster as she constricted her hand and grabbed onto his balls. The teenager pulled her head back, breaking the mouth to mouth tutoring with some reluctance. Bert managed to mumble, "Free it...my cock feels like its going to burst open!" A tiny smile danced on Robin's lips. "It will, Bert, it will. I promise." The rythmic squeezing of his crotch excited Robin as much as it did the possessor of those proud, churning balls and quivering dick. Robin descended again onto Bert's mouth, forcing his lips apart with her darting, agile tongue. Inside his mouth once more, she began to explore, an expert at spelunking in men's oral caverns. This one was a real treat because Robin knew she might be the first to ever explore the depths. The woman wasn't certain but, for all of Bert's newfound confidence and take-command airs, she guessed that he had not been on many dates and that girls were still a wonderful mystery, if not a little bit frightening. If Robin could have read Bert's confused mind, her hunch would have been confirmed. Bert was thinking that this had to be Heaven, he must be dead and gone to his reward. Kissing Robin was nothing like kissing Alana or Patty, his first heartthrob in junior high. This was something greater, a higher class, a quantum jump in excellence and arousability. The kiss was electric, dynamite, but it was nothing to the sprouting manhood building into a towering spire at his groin. His cock was unbearably bloated with desire to be buried again in Robin's clutching, tight, hot cunt. He wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of her love tunnel around his length grasping at his rod like she had done before. But Robin had other plans. The woman wanted to initiate Bert into as many of the intriacies and delights of sex as she could; she felt like a schoolgirl again, leading a stumbling student along the path to satiation. Her hand stopped gripping at Bert's jeans. Thumb and forefinger carefully reached out and took the zipper in a firm hold. Slowly, with a teasing, torturous slowness, she dragged the piece of metal down its track. Bert's eyes were glued on the spectacle. The slender fingers tipped with fucshia-tinted nails opened the front of his trousers. He began to feel even more excited just thinking of what was to come...him! Those agile, groping fingers dived inside the opening that had been created and fumbled until his fleshy rod pulsed against them. Again between thumb and index finger, Robin grasped the sweaty, shaking tool and pulled it out into the cool air of the living room. The sight of the purpled head quaking in lust - for her! - caused her crotch to begin to water. Robin could barely restrain herself from ripping off her clothing and cramming that turgid tool far up inside her and reveling in the feel of a pulsing cock beating out an erotic tempo in her cunt. Bert's hands, even shaking as they were, managed to free the buttons running down the front of Robin's blouse. The garment hung open, and he saw for the first time the black, lacy bra that did little to hide her tits but supported the twin demiglobes of flesh nicely. His hand strayed and gently plied the smooth, warm expanse of her flesh, wanting to completely free those enticing mountains of tit from their lacy encumberance. Jugs were meant to be felt, handled, fondled, sucked, not trapped in some conical contrivance originally manufactured by a demented Frenchman. Bert managed to insinuate his clumsy hand behind Robin as he searched for the eyes and hooks of her bra strap. His inexperience with such things betrayed him. Or it might have been his inability to concentrate as Robin began stroking his cock from its hairy base to the sensitive, twitching crown. her initial stokes were soft, gentle and barely perceptible. As the woman squeezed down, gripping Bert's length harder, the sensations smashing through his body increased tenfold, a hundred-fold. Lances of pure, undiluted joy seared his nerves like acid. But it was pleasurable torture Carole's mother was meting out to him. He could have rocked back on the loveseat and allowed her to do nothing more than give him a handjob. Through his lust numbed brain came other messages, the maturing voice of sexuality from a higher plane. Bert continued to strain and eventually managed to free the diabolical fasteners of Robin's black, frilly bra. As if spring loaded, the bra snapped around her, hanging only by the twin straps over her shoulders. A little bit of maneuvering on both their parts and Bert soon had gotten the woman out of both her blouse and brassiere. The sight of Robin naked to the waist sent a jab of excitement through Bert's psyche that caused him momentarily to lose the sexual control he was learning. The two jugs bouncing and bobbing, tracing out invisible figure eights in the air with the ruddy nipples were almost too much for him to bear without ejaculating. The woman's breasts were tributes to her femininity. The first time he had seen them, his mind had been dulled and blurred with the shock of what had been happening to him. This time, although extremely excited and desirous of fucking this woman until she was cross-eyed, Bert retained some small vestige of objectivity. The teenager studied the expanse of skin revealed to him. And it was marvelous. The slight sag in Robin's tits was the only indication that she was nearly forty years old. She kept herself in superb physical shape. The idle thought drifted through Bert's mind that fucking a couple times a day might do it, keep that mysterious glow that seemed to flush a woman's complexion after a really good fuck. The tits weren't monstrous, and for that Bert was glad. He had decided that huge, tremendously floppy tits weren't for him. If he had looked at the small tag on Robin's discarded bra, he would have found the notation '36C.' She had moderate size tits, boobs large enough to pop into a mouth watering for woman-flesh, but not grotesquely large. Anything more than a mouthful - or handful - was a waste of good material. As Robin stroked with increasing urgency along Bert's tumescent lust staff he dropped to suckle at one of the inviting nipples presented to him. The fiery red nubbin of flesh pointed at him, seemed to accuse of dereliction of duty. The youth did not want to be guilty of failing to respond where he was desperately needed. His lips touched the slightly bumby plain around the erectile tissue, and then he compressed his lips until he managed to trap only the nipple between them. Bert's tongue flashed forward, racing full force into the tiny mound of pulsating flesh. Robin quivered, and he felt her breath quicken. His rough, wet tongue laved the surface of the nipple repeatedly, each stroke bringing forth an even more emphatic reaction from Robin. At one point, Bert almost had to desert Robin's fantastic breast and scream out his own passion. Her slender fingers had brutally clamped down on his cock as if trying to milk him of his come. It had been a reaction to the lust pounding through her body, and involuntary sudden action. "Oh Bert, Bert... that's sooo niiice!" Robin moaned as the teenager mouth her nipple anew. His tongue began to spiral around the nipple and engulf the aureole. Bert decided that he liked the taste so much he would continue until he had the entire tit firmly ensconced in his oral cavity. His twisting and licking motion took him around the conical mountain of flesh and down the snowy slopes. As more and more of Robin's breast entered his mouth, Bert found it increasingly hard to use his tongue anywhere except across the nipple. Robin didn't mind. Hard manmeat in one hand and wet, superbly gratifying mouth around a tit, she didn't mind at all! She felt his teeth bite into the sides of her breasts as the boy's jaws streched to take in more and more of her tit. The woman thrust her chest forward inviting him to take all he could. It was a carnal Garden of Eden for her. The sensations spearing into her chest set off a delayed reaction depth charge inside her and caused her cunt to itch and beg for occupancy. Male occupants. Long, hard, throbbing, powerfully stroking male inhabitants. But she remembered her vow to introduce Bert to more specialized erotic techniques. Some oral sex satisfying her own needs. "Bert," she cooed, "Bert, darling, let me go for a second." His ears were benumbed with longing, but the youth did as she bid. Robin still had him under her spell, she could still dictate to him. Not that he minded. She was the best teacher he'd ever had! And he enjoyed the homework more than he had ever thought possible. Robin's question mouth dropped to Bert's crotch. Using her hand, she guided the purple hooded shaft protruding proudly from the boy's groin into her mouth. She did not take the entire length at first. Robin only lightly touched the sensitive glans with her tongue, making small circuits around the periphery of his organ. She tasted the slight secretion from the youth's seldom tried penis. Man musk assailed her mostrils and excited her immensely. Robin licked out with frowning fervor at the trapped morsel nuzzling against her lips. She attempted to poke her tongue into the tiny pinprick hole at the end of the rod and failed. But it didn't matter because the act caused Bert to squirm and thrash with mounting ardor. When the woman's tongue stroked and lightly caressed the underside of his cock, Bert nearly lost his mind. Jolts of lightning blazed through his head, shock waves of carnal intensity assaulted the fortress of his brain and shook him to the very foundations of his being. His body heaved, and again he had to restrain himself from coming. Sensing how near orgasm the boy was, Robin halted her o ral ministrations for a moment, electing to only stoke and feel the jerking rod. As his passions abated slightly, her mouth engulfed his shaft, and the woman began to take his entire length into her awaiting oral cavity. As the youth had done with her tit, Robin now returned the favor on his pole. Her dextrous organ of taste rotated around and around licking and savoring every tiny portion of cock. The taste was wonderful and one of which Robin was incabable of getting enough. She loved fucking. She loved sucking. And being the one to introduce the teenager to the mysterious and fantastic wonderland of sexual activity excited her beyond mere words. The shaft slid smoothly into her wet, salivating mouth. She bit down, slightly, gently, so as not to harm the flesh under her teeth. As Robin carefully gnawed on the resilient, blood-surfeited flesh of Bert's cock, the youth broke out into a profuse sweat. He gripped the cushion on the loveseat with ferocious intensity, his fingers biting deeply into the soft fabric and stuffing material. He was lost in a fairyland of bewildering reactions. Bert wasn't sure he could sort out all the simultaneous sensations impinging on his body and brain. He was furiously perspiring, but that was the result of his arousal. And his sexual arousal was caused by...what? Was it the sight of Robin's naked tits and gently bouncing body? The way her nipples rubbed against his legs? Was it his mouthing of those scrumptious tits that had started it all? Or was it her expert mouth gulping and erotically tormenting his manhood? Or was it all of those things plus his own fantasies come true? Bert couldn't have cared less. He slid back and allowed Robin to do what she wanted with his body. Robin sensed the youth's burgeoning passion by the feel of his cock. It now jerked and quivered with an accelerated pulse rate. It expanded and grew in girth and length as more and more blood pumped into it, making the cock a true man's sword fit for sheathing in any woman's scabbard. But the fellatrix was going to deny this succulent hunk of meat that privilege...this time. Even though the zipper was an encumberance, both were too far gone down the road of love ferver to bother with the metal contrivance. Robin's nose burrowed and snuggled into the tangled mat of Bert's pubic hair as she swallowed his seven inches. Holding it in her mouth, she raised her head slightly, pressing the underside of his cock down hard against her tongue, then retreated reluctantly. As Bert's tender flesh was drawn across the slick, moist tongue, explosions wracked his body. The deliberate torture bent his stiff rod the slightest bit and added to his arousal in a magnitude he had not thought possible from his already hot body. Robin felt the teenager's prick slip across the roof of her mouth. And a palatable dick it was, too. Tasty, a true gourmet's treat. She didn't know why her daughter didn't want to partake of a feast like this, but Robin couldn't care. Let Carole play her cock tease games. And Carole's mother would have all the fun - and cocks. Her teeth slid to the backside of the expanded hood on the end of the teenagers's love piston. Robin locked down the tiniest amount, then pulled back, her teeth lightly scoring the delicate flesh. Bert writhed and moaned in the mindless throes of passion. But Robin admitted he was doing an admirable job in controlling himself. If she had known that Bert was doing it for a greedy reason, it would not have mattered. He knew the sucking and kissing and licking along his cock was really turning Carole's mother on in a big way, but it was for his own satisfaction that he kept from jetting his load. The youth wanted this to last forever. He did not want her eager, hungry mouth to ever leave his cock. The prickly sensation that creeped down his cock and into his balls warmed his body and stirred emotions he had been unaware of possessing. The first time he had been scared, awed. With Alana, they had both been a bit too eager for proper foreplay, for adequate arousal. This time, the first time anyone had sucked him off, was going to be different. He was going to explore the sensations in the greatest depth possible. The wetness of his cock as Robin traveled his length was but one portion of the entire collage of feelings. The teenager ran his fingers through the lustrous strands of her platinum hair. Bert caressed and toyed with her shell-like ears, guided her head in the motion up and down his stalk. And, the musky scent that so aroused him had to be emanating from Robin. The boy's fingers couldn't search for her crotch and find out for certain, but if they could have, he would have found a veritable rain forest of tangled pubic hair totally drenched in cunt juice. Robin was gushing her internal lubricants out with torrential force. The gale winds of sex blowing inside her hurled the liquids out to dampen her nylon tricot bikini briefs and made her wish she had on a pair of crotchless panties. But then her lust-juices would have dribbled down her leg. It didn't really matter, however. Bert knew she was hot. And Robin knew Bert was straining to control his body. She enjoyed playing with him, wished she could reach the hairy little compacted sac containing his balls. A tweak or two there would have brought the rushing flood of his come to sear and whitewash her throat. As it was, Bert didn't need any expert fingering of his scrotum. The rubbing of his balls across his rough jeans was doing an adequate job of stimulation. He felt the juices inside him began to boil and churn, his rocks rumbling in the stewpot of his groin. The safety valve on his pressure cooker was being breeched against his will; Robin's educated mouth had taught him still another lesson of the flesh. Robin's cheeks went concave with the suction she applied to his tube of joy, and he hunched his hips up thrusting his length back into her mouth. Robin backed slightly away, forcing Bert's cock to withdraw against the intense vacuum in her mouth. As if some Pied Piper had begun playing on his organ pipe, the semen and sperm that had been banging away at Bert's restraints erupted with seething, demoniac fury. His come soared into the eagerly awaiting mouth of the woman crouched in front of him. Robin swallowed the first spurt of come easily, the second almost drowned her it came so quickly after the first onslaught. The third and fourth filled her mouth and caused a trickle of the viscous white jism to run down her chin. Bert's body was gripped in the velvet and iron of orgasm, and he wandered through the funland of his body's intense reactions for what seemed too short a time. He drifted back down from his sexual high to the reality of the room, the woman in front of him, his come whitely shining on her face. Bert watched in fascination as Robin's tongue slithered out and expertly captured the runaway jism of his lust. The wet pink digit hooked around the gooey strand and herded it back into her mouth where she seemed to sample it like a wine connoisseur tasting a fine vintage wine. A contented smile was on her lips, her eyelids were half closed as she laid her down in Bert's lap. The teenager gently stroked her hair, smoothing it where he had been lacing his fingers through the golden forest and disarraying the strands. "Bert," Robin said, her voice low and husky, "I really shouldn't have done that. I don't want to make love to you on a regular basis and yet..." her voice choaked slightly. "And yet I'm weak. My body overcomes me, and I can't control myself. I know you would rather be doing this with Carole than an old woman, but I just can't help myself." Bert smiled a trifle. "You're not an old woman. You don't look it, and you certainly don't make love like it. I can't even say I'd be coming back here if it wasn't for you. Sure, I want Carole to go out with me, but is she half the expert at lovemaking that you are?" Robin gave a tiny snort. "Hardly. I don't understand her. But that's not what I was intending to say to you, Bert." She lifted her head and gazed into his chocolate eyes. "I really shouldn't lust after you, yet I do. I can't control myself. If you could, it would be best for both of us." Bert's vision was firm and never wavered form those blue orbs pleading with him. "I'm learning to control myself." The answer he gave wasn't quite the exhortation Robin had just voiced. But she didn't seem to notice the double meaning. Robin put her head back down into his lap, Bert's cock deflating under her cheek as his sexual need for this ravishingly beautiful woman rested - for the moment, he was content. -- Archive-name: Family/bert4.txt Archive-author: David Alexander Archive-title: Bert, Chapter 4 Chapter Four The algebra class was a boring as usual. Bert didn't really enjoy math all that much, though he had to admit to a certain fascination in seeing the way numbers could be fit together, taken apart and reassembled to give answers to seemingly impossible problems. His real enjoyment of the class came from the teacher. Miss Munoz was easily the most sexy teacher he had. She was only twenty-three or so, just out of college and still veneered with the enthusiasm for teaching. Bert didn't care about the teaching part; math wasn't his bag. But, he was growing more and more aware of the turn his daydreaming took in class. He had started out the semester thinking of Miss Munoz - he didn't even know her first name - making overtures to him. Sexual overtures. He had heard the grapevine rumors that Miss Munoz and the physics teacher had a thing going, but it was only a rumor. Bert couldn't see how that could possibly be true. Mr. Theodore was hardly a handsome man, and he was probably ten years older than Miss Munoz. Bert didn't know much about the physics teacher, but his friend, Chuck Farley did and he said that Theodore was a bit on the dense side. Bert's daydreams metamorphosized into him seducing the algebra teacher. Why not? Hadn't he done just about everything now? Oral sex and anal sex and plain old wonderful fucking. He was getting to be a man about town and confident of himself for the very first time in his life. Let Crucher go after the teeny-boopers...he was a man and men go for women. There was no denying that Miss Munoz was a woman. None at all. His lusting eyes studied her trim figure. She wasn't very tall, perhaps only five-three or five-four, but she packed one hell of a lot of sheer sexiness into that diminutive height. The youth did some quick calculations in the margin of his notebook - not on quadratic equations which were today's topic - but on estimates of Miss Munoz's figure. Perhaps 35-25-35. Bert solemnly nodded. Those looked like good figures to him. One damn good figure, to be sure. He scribbled a bit more and came out with 89-56-89. Somehow, the metric equivalent in centimeters didn't seem to convey the proper respect for such a fine body. The numbers were too large, too gross for a fine-boned, perfectly formed woman. Even though it wasn't all that hot in the classroom and school board members frowned on it, Miss Munoz's blouse was unbuttoned not the regulation top button, but the top three buttons were undone. The shadowed valley between her tawny fleshed breasts was daringly revealed - daringly for a teacher, at any rate. The skirt she wore was tight and seemed to be sprayed onto her ass and upper legs. The bored math student became an avid one as Miss Munoz moved from behind her desk and began to pace back and forth in front of the class. Her thighs were flashing out from under her miniskirt and Bert was certain that her very appearance was another school board prohibition. Teachers were required to be staid, maidenly, even old maids with morals to match. This fiery latin beauty could have easily played the seductress in any of a dozen spy movies the teenager had seen. A spy like Mata Hari, seducing men and getting state secrets from them using her body. If Miss Munoz had tried that on him, Bert would have revealed anything she wanted to know! But that was his old fantasy. Bert's new one had him boldly walking up to the sexy teacher and asking for some private tutoring, after school, at her house. Then, once there, the pretense of learning algebra could be discarded, and they could begin to learn all about each other's bodies. The symmetry of his teacher's body, the geometry of her curves, the trigonometry of her pubic triangle, the linear algebra of his straight prong thrusting into her wanton cunt, those were the kinds of maths he wanted to learn firsthand. Bert shook his head to clear away his illusions when he heard his named called. Even her voice was low, husky, and incredibly sexy. But cold panic clutched at his heart. What had she asked him? His attention riveted on her words instead of her body, he heard, "Bert pay attention! I asked you what the discriminant of the problem was." Bert glanced a the board and the answer popped instantly into his mind. "Its twice the quantity you have labelled A." Twin black arches rose as Miss Munoz showed her surprise. "That's right. I'm sorry I thought you were goofing off, Bert. Now, Carl, what would the root of this equation be?" Bert went back to his daydreaming. It had shocked him as much as Miss Munoz that he'd gotten the answer right. Maybe keeping his mind on sex sharpened his wits, improved his intellect. With a sudden resolve, he knew what he was going to do after class. The rest of the period flowed by as sluggishly as molasses racing uphill on a winter day. The instant the bell rang signalling the end of class, the room evaculated with a speed that would have astonished most track coaches. Bert lingered until one or two other students questioned Miss Munoz and then left to go to their next class. He stood, gathered his books and courage, and went up to his lovely algebra teacher. She tossed her coal black mane of hair back and stared at him with warm, appealing eyes. "Bert...I must admit I'm a bit surprised to see you come up like this. You've never done it before, and students usually fall into habits early in the semester.! Bert placed his books on the edge of the desk before saying, "I felt as if I didn't really understand today's material, Miss Munoz." She lookded at him and leaned back in her chair. The action moved her shoulder back and revealed more of the smooth, coppery skin between her ample breasts. She knew his eyes were irresistably drawn to the deep valley with its fleeting shadows but she didn't mind. Quite the contrary, she enjoyed his obvious attentions. "You've been doing passing work. And you surprised me today. I thought you were daydreaming and not paying attention." "Well, Miss Munoz," Bert started, "I really was doing both. I was paying attention but not to the lesson." His eyes locked on hers and rapid, silent communication passed between the pair. "And what were you paying attention to, Bert?" She smoothed out her miniskirt before crossing her legs, giving Bert merest hint of the delights that lay hidden under the skirt. "I've been afraid I wasn't pleasing you enough. I'd really like a chance to show you I can...do more than I have been doing in class." A smile danced on the teacher's lips as she said, "I'm certain you are capable of doing doing more, even in math." She added seemingly as an afterthought. "I'd love the opportunity for some private tutoring, Miss Munoz. I know it would hard." "What will be hard, Bert?" "Why, the tutoring. I'm sure you're not one for a quick lesson. It would be long and hard." "You interest me, Bert. Not many students would care for added responsibilities like this. Here's my address. Why don't you stop by after school today, and we can start on a lesson? A long and hard one, but I think everything will fall into place before it's over." She handed him her address, and Bert smiled. "Thanks, Miss Munoz. I'm sure we will both get great satisfaction from this. See you around four?" A wave of coal black hair drifted down over her left eye as she nodded assent. Bert broadly grinned, then left the classroom. He was exuberant. This had worked out better than the youth could have ever hoped. The day seemed filled with inconsequential events, all robbing Bert of his proper anticipatory mood. A brief interlude with Alana made the day a bit cherrier. Then school was over for the day. He raced home, ditched his books, then split. All the way to Miss Munoz's apartment, he wondered what it would be like. She was really a sexy chick, not all that much older than he was - only six or seven years. Almost an older sister. But she had to be really experienced sexually. She'd gone to college and all and, if the grapevine was right, she had been more intent of having a good time than book learning. Bert was inclined to discount that due to the sources. They just might be jealous of the muliebritous woman, the only teacher in the school who wasn't over thirty and going on ugly. The teenager stopped short when he saw the apartment complex in which Miss Munoz lived. It very definitly was not a staid, school-teacher residence. It was one of the swinging single places where anything could happen and did. Bert Ellis knew then that he might have struck a real goldmine. And all because he had merely gotten up the courage to ask. He filed that away for future reference...ask and thou shalt receive. He wandered through the bewildering maze of apartments, ogling the chicks out by the heated pool. The chill autumn air didn't seem to prevent them from wearing the skimpiest string bikinis he'd ever seen. Some were so small they were little more than strings with postage stamps glued on at appropriate spots. Bert found the apartment he wanted, rang the bell and waited. In less than a minute, Miss Munoz opened the door. She smiled, a smile that reflected a trace of irony as she said, "You continually surprise me, Bert. I would have bet you would chicken out at the last minute. Come on in." She quickly stood back and let him in. He surveyed the apartment and found it to be tastefully decorated. But the thing he noticed first was the sweet, aromatic odor that clung in the air. Bert recognized the pungent smell of grass. Miss Munoz seemed to be the exception rather than the rule amoung school teachers. Or was she? "Why? Did you think I wouldn't come? To see you?" Bert was fully aware of the double meanings he placed in the conversation. It was turning him on verbally sparring with his lovely teacher. "High schools are notorius for producing boys, not men. And it takes a certain rare courage to confront me as you did, proposition me and then actually show up with intentions of seducing me. You do plan to seduce me, don't you?" Again the smile played across her lips. Bert sat down on the sofa. He said, "I think you have the entire thing wrong, Miss Munoz. I'm not seducing you, you are seducing me. Who would believe a pimply faced sixteen year old would proposition his math teacher, then go to her apartment with the intention of fucking her?" "And what have I done to seduce you?" Curiosity had replaced the slightly ironic tone in her voice. "Why Miss Munoz," Bert replied, his voice as ingenuous and naive as he could make it sound, "Simply by being so gut-wrenchingly lovely. Every time I look at you, I feel myself getting harder and harder. Barely able to restrain through class, wanting to jerk off because you are so seductive." The teacher laughed heartily, "That is one of the most unique lines I've heard in years. And one of the most flattering, I might add. Call me Julia. That Miss Munoz jazz is all right for class but not for...private tutoring. Would you like a drink?" Bert hesitated. His experience with liquor was mostly restricted to beer that the other guys managed to pilfer. But what the hell? Why not take her up on her offer?" "Seven Up, please...with some vodka added. Maybe a lime?" "You are a source of continual wonderment." She went to the small bar and began fixing the drinks. In a quieter voice, she said, "I just hope you continue to surprise me with your performance." She thrust out the drink, then sat beside him, pressed close to the boy's side. Julia Munoz was obviously still taking this to be a game. Bert was becoming more determined than ever to make sure it was a game whose final score she did not forget for a long time. Bert took a long sip from his drink, peering at Julia over the top of the glass while he swallowed the liquor. The taste was not as strong as he had anticipated. But he knew better than to chugalug the entire glass; he had seen what happened to his friends who thought they could handle their liquor simply because it took twenty minutes or so for the effects to catch up with them. He put his glass down on the coffee table and turned his attentions to back to Julia. She had already placed her glass on the end table and turned back to face him. Bert noticed that Julia had unbuttoned enough buttons on her blouse to allow him an unobstructed view of her chest all the way to her naval. He noticed that she wore a bra, and he silently cursed. The youth remembered the problems he had encountered unfastening Robin's. The damned manufacturers seemed to have something against quick disengage bras. "Why Miss Munoz...Julia...aren't you going to start the lesson?" "Certainly, Bert. I think the Pythagorean Theorem would be a nice place to start, but I need some props to demonstrate." Her hand roved down to his jeans and unfastened his belt and zipper with quick, agile actions. His own hands were not still. "Since the classroom is so hot, let me take care of that for you." He stood and faced Julia to allow her better access to the snaps on his jeans, and Bert began undoing the remaining buttons on his teachers blouse. He slipped it over her shoulders and at the same time she managed to free him from his pants. Bert was learning the intricacies of women's clothing. Julia's bra landed on top of his shorts a bare second after his shorts landed on the floor. Her tawny skin reflected up to him, and he involuntarily caught his breath. Julia Munoz was even prettier undressed than she was clothed. Her breasts were youthful and firm with slightly upturned nipples. The tiny mushrooms of flesh cresting each tit pointed up in wanton invitation at him. The brown of her skin occluded the ruddy plain of her aureole, but the nipple took on the aroused red he had come to associate with arousal in his sex partners. Bert hadn't been able to check out Alana in the safelight illuminated darkroom, but Robin's nipples always seemed to glow and radiate with an inner heat of their own. So did Julia's. He stripped off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and socks and stood naked before his half-naked teacher. She nuzzled her face into his crotch. To aid her, he knelt, placing a knee on either side of her body, as she leaned back on the couch. Julia began to kiss and lick his still limp penis. The slumbering giant began to stiffen, grow larger and more manly under the juicy oral attentions. In a matter of minutes, Bert's hard-on jerked out at a thirty degree angle from his stomach. Julia said, in a professional voice, "The Pythagorean Theorem states that the angle of the dangle is equal to the square of the heat of the meat added to..." He cut her off by finishing"...the secant?" She stared up, mind fogged with thougts of sex. "Secant? Oh, see cunt..." Julia reached down and unbuttoned her short skirt and kicked free from it. Panty hose and incredibly brief panties followed. Bert remained on his knees straddling his now mother-naked teacher. His view of her cunt was nice. And the boy couldn't help but see that it was sluggishly flowing out its lust for him on the sofa. A finger descended experimentally and glided along Julia's sex slash. Wettened, Bert thrust the finger up into the woman's cunt. She wiggled and moaned, "Oh, more, do it some mooore, Bert!" He added another finger and continued to stir her bubbling cauldron of carnality. Julia reached out, grabbed two handfuls of his ass and pulled his crotch close to her mouth. In doing this, Bert couldn't keep his fingers surging into and around inside her cunt. He moved his hands to her upjutting tits. With powerful squeezing motions, he compressed the already firm flesh and elicited a long, heartfelt moan of sheer pleasure from his teacher's lips. She abandoned all attempts at shoving his prick into her mouth. Julia was too intent on the incredible feelings surging into her chest from where Bert manipulated her tits. Bert used his twin handholds to pull Julia forward. His hairy thighs conveniently placed, he massaged the nipples by dragging them up and down along the top of his thighs. The feeling of skin to skin friction coupled with the hair tickling and stimulating her sensitive nubbins of flesh caused Julia to cry, "Fuck me, Bert, oh please, my cunt needs you! FUCK MEEEEEE!" Bert relished the feel of power over his Latin beauty. As passion flared across her features, Julia Munoz became even more beautiful. She just may have been the most georgous creature he had ever seen, aroused and arousing. his cock began to strain and throb with increased vigor, desperately needing to be encased in her tight love tunnel. The erstwhile photographer slipped off the sofa and stood to survey the scene. Julia reached up and grabbed his cock as if to insure that he wouldn't run off. As if he wanted to! The only logical place he could see to take Julia was on the coffee table. Bert quickly swept the litter of magazines and his drink from the smooth glassy surface, then guided her over to the table. His teacher went without a word of protest. She positioned herself so that her ass was barely on the table. When julia opened her legs, her gushing cunt was fully exposed to his granite hard rod. Bert continued his attentions to Julia's fabulous tits. He began to rotate them, acting as if he would tear them from her body. One he rotated in counter-clockwise direction, the other he moved clockwise. Julia bucked and continuously groaned as the carnal waves surged through her body, tormenting her and forcing pursed lips to beg for more, ever more. "Get in me, Bert. Fuck me!" She had regained her grip on his prick. Using this, Julia pulled him to her gated of desire. Feeling the blood warmed head of his prick push against her libia triggered an orgasm in the passionate woman. She was a hot one, to hot for some to handle. Bert could stick in there with the best of them and would! He did not rush forward, blindly ramming his cock into her boiling hot channel. He advanced a millimeter at a time, his entry gradual and excruciating torture for the or gasm racked woman. As she drifted down from her first orgasm, Bert brushed his cock against her clit and set off another shuddery, shaking climax in her body. Only the head of Bert's cock rested inside the scalloped pink inner lips of her cunt. But the head seared and chared him until he was sure that he'd be possesser of a melted cock when this fiery lovemaking was over and done. But it wasn't over and done yet. He wanted to make Julia come again. He reveled in the feeling of power over the woman, how he controlled her. And above all, the wonderous feelings in his own body granted by sex made him want to prolong the session as long as possible. He bent forward and kissed the slightly domed belly hea- ving up and down on the coffee table. Julia's passions were running wild now; she could not control her body at all. Her eyes were opened but glazed with the intense lust that flooded her senses. Incoherant moans and phrases gushed from her mouth and Bert knew that Julia could be ignited again and again. Here was one chick that could run through any number of orgasms and beg for more. Her legs seemed to bonelessly snake out and lock around his waist in an attempt to pull him fully into her body. Bert resisted. He would not be rushed. He was possessing her body at his own speed. The teenager slid another inch up her twat and felt the luscious liquids bathe his cock. He initiated a rotary motion in his hips and began screwing into Julia's flaming interior. She shreaked as his pubic hair ground into her clitoris. Another orgasm vaulted through her body. With the suddenness of a lightning bolt, Bert slammed himself to the hilt into Julia's steaming sex slash. He felt his groin impact against the tender outer lips of Julia's sex, his rod buried full length up the steaming, impossibly tight interior. If someone had alternatively branded his cock, then plunged it into ice water, the shocks reverberating down his length could not have been greater. Julia's manhole was tight, tighter than Alana's ass. His teacher's stomach muscles contracted causing her vagina to grip ever tighter on his prick. Feeling charred, compressed, and totally aroused, Bert screamed out his own passions. He quieted slightly and then began to concentrate. The tightness in his balls grew and signalled that he was not far from an orgams of his own. Bert felt greedy. He wanted more. Ever more of the delectable school teacher. He wanted to fuck so hard she'd never forget it. Bert wanted her to compare his lovemaking to every other that followed. And he wanted her to rate him tops. His breath came in spasmodic pants, but he forced himself to take longer, deeper draughts of air into his lungs. This quieted the boy's pounding heart slightly, allowed him to concentrate on pistoning in and out of the volcanic interior of this continually erupting woman. Slender as her legs were, they restricted Bert's hip movements. He needed more freedom. With more strength than Bert thought he would have to expend, he managed to pry the lust-locked legs apart. Unsure of what to do now, he dropped one so that Julia's petite foot rested on the soft carpeting. The woman obviously thought Bert had something in mind and aided him. She lifted her other leg and draped it over his right shoulder. In this position, Bert found that he could thrust with immense power and penetrate deeper into Julia's belly than he'd thought possible. She used the foot braced on the floor for leverage and thrust up to meet his mighty heaves into her body. As the youth leaned forward, clutching the sides of the coffee table, he bent her double, Julia's leg sticking up in the air over his shoulder. His teacher's cunt was opened even more fully to his increasingly mindless probes. Bert's mind was fogging with lust, and he was finding it harder and harder to do anything but surrender to the primal urges driving through his body. He felt the sensitive tip of his glans smash into Julia's cervix. She moaned and convulsively tightened her muscles around her length. When Bert attempted to withdraw, it was against a powerful suction. The lewd sucking noise as he slipped free seem to drive the woman into a frenzy. Her wild bucking and humping prompted him to drive himself into her hole again and again. Her pussy attracted him the way a magnet seizes iron. Fast inside her belly, Bert felt cock expanding, throbing and burning. A sudden pulse like a jolt of electricity exploded and raced down his length and detonated in his trapped balls. The jism he had been selfishly hoarding was not to be denied release. The boy's whitewash blew out of his fleshy nozzle and painted the inside of Julia's cunt. A multihued curtain was drawn across his brain. His heart seemed to skip a beat so intent was his body on orgamsic indulgence. Locked together at the gentials, the student and his teacher soared and glided and dived through the oceans of eternal passion. They both drowned and bathed in the liquid love that passed between them, relished the feel that they momentarily shared, then surfaced and stared at one another, the lust slowly fading from their brains. Julia's leg was still draped undecorously over Bert's shoulder. He shrugged slightly and allowed the limb to drop to the floor. He supported himself on his arms and gazed down into her limpid clear eyes, then kissed her with unabated passion. He wiggled his hips a bit and stirred his still rigid rod until it began to die, to turn into a slumbering worm. Julia smiled, this smile was one of great satisfaction. "You're a great student Bert, a really great one!" "And you're not so bad as a teacher either." -- Archive-name: Family/bert5.txt Archive-author: David Alexander Archive-title: Bert, Chapter 5 Chapter 5 "And neither of you seem to have anything to complain about. Just lil' ole me, I suppose." Bert's eyes snapped up to the doorway. In the open space, doorknob in hand, stood a young woman staring at them. Bert suddenly felt small, inadequate. But he repressed the idiotic urge to cover his groin with his hands. Whoever she was, the spy in the door had already seen a lot. A bit more wasn't going to change things one way of the other. Bert glanced down at his once proud cock. It had collapsed and slithered out of Julia's come-filled orifice. Her own slippery juices as well as his creamy seed covered his penis and his teacher's pussy. There was no hiding that from anyone. Besides an idiot could have told what they had been doing. Bert spoke, his voice almost casual. "Who, might I ask, are you?" "Oh, nobody, nobody at all. I just live here." The woman came into the room, jerked her key from the lock, then closed the door behind her. Bert studied her intently and decided he liked what he saw. He may have been embarrased and bare-ass naked, but he managed to retain some aplomb, rare in a boy only in his mid-teens. Bert was rapidly becoming quite sophisticated and able to handle all sorts of peculiar situations. The woman dumped a load of books onto the table. That meant she was a student, but from the size and type of books, Bert guessed she was a college student. She wasn't young enough to be a high schooler. And would Julia actually room with a high school student? The thought seemed preposterous. Her roommate was as stunning as Julia, in her own way. She was moderately tall, about five foot seven and auburn hair that was pulled back and held by a jeweled band. Blue-grey, intelligent eyes seemed to laugh at some joke. Bert suspected that it might have been directed at Julia being caught as much as anything else. Supple, trim body, the smooth muscles of an athlete ruppling under the expsoed skin. A real knockout, even in jeans and a baggy blouse that fell staight down from the tops of her jugs. The boy suspected a superlative figure lurked under the shapeless clothing; her figure would have to match the rest of her or there was simply no justice in the world. Julia spoke for the first time. "Bert, could you sort of let me up? As long as you are leaning on the table, you've got me pinned here." Bert looked longingly back into those jet black eyes. "Do you want to go anywhere? I don't! I sort of like it here." He couldn't imagine a nicer location than between Julia's widespread legs, him looking down at her body that would make a beauty queen turn green with envy. "Bert." Julia's voice held the slight snap of command, "Get up." The youth reluctantly did so. He slid back to sit cross-legged on the soft rug as he watched Julia Munoz rise, grace in even such as awkward maneuver. Anew, he drank in the beauty of her form, the perfectly formed tits, the wasp waist, the flaring hips and luscious legs. Her skin tone was a uniform tawny russet that made him think that one of Cellini's famous bronzes had been endowed with life. "Hi, Barbara." "Hi, Julia. Ummmm, giving one of your students a little extracurricular activity?" Julia glared at Barbara, then said, "You might say that." Barbara tch-tch-tched. "And here you were the one bitching about being forced into chaperoning student dances. Julia dear, I'm sure the students, male ones at least, would love you to chaperone them. It's obvious this one does." Barbara's blue-grey eyes studied Bert as if he were a bug under a microscope. As she worked her way down his body and found his groin, the clinical inspection became less and less objective and more subjective. The boy could sense the lust mounting in Julia's roommate as surely as the girl had openly voiced it. She wanted a crack at him too! The old Bert would have been panic sticken. But then, the old Bert Ellis would never have gotten the ultimate fucking of his life from one of the hottest chicks he'd ever seen. He decided to play this for all it was worth, and he might end up getting Julia and her roommate at the end of his prong. "Did I pass disection?" Barbara quickly corrected, "You mean inspection." "I meant what I said. You've been eyeing me like I'm a bug in a box." Bert turned to Julia who had retrieved her drink and sat naked and unconcerned on the sofa. "Doesn't she look like she wants to cut me apart?" Julia took a sip from her glass, then said, "More likely, she wants to eat you. Voracious bitch, that Barbara." Bert looked up at the coed, casually perched on the bar. A brief instant of - lust? - flashed across her face, then she became impassive, judical again. As if passing sentence, she declared, "I doubt if you could really do much to satisfy me, little boy." Bert quaked inside. He was being put down. Inwardly he rebelled. This wasn't going to get to him. He was not going to lose his temper. Bert would be the one to put her down, and make her beg for more! "You're probably right. I doubt if I could satisfy you. Your cunt is probably so enlarged, it would take a telephone pole to..." He had to refrain from laughing at Barbara's reaction. It was precisely what he had expected. Barbara furiously exploded. "Goddamn! What do you know...? her voice trailed off as she heard Julia quietly chuckling. Julia looked up at Barbara. "Roommate of mine, you're the one who's supposed to be the psychology major. Who just lost that round?" Barbara looked away and leaned back against the bar with her arms defensively crossed. "You couldn't possibly satisfy me." Bert reclined of the floor hoping that the sight of his balls would excite Barbara. "I don't really know what I could bet on that. You've told me that I don't have anything you want..." "Barbara, I think he's scoring points against you again. And you're wrong. Bert's one hell of a good lay. He's even better than Teddy." Barbara snorted. "Teddy Bear may have a ten inch dong, but if you ask me, he's a creep. I'll stick with Jeff. He's not as long, but he's a lot better at balling than your freak." Bert said nothing. It finally surfaced why Julia hung around with Mr. Theodore. The guy was a fucking monstrosity with a ten-inch cock. That explained why he always wore baggy trousers. If he had them any tighter, he could be cutting off his circulation. The brief thought tickled Bert's fancy. He could envision Mr. Theodore's prick falling off from lack of blood. Julia shrugged her bare shoulders. "I'll get tired of Teddy one of these days. It might even be today." She gazed lovingly at Bert. His heart raced at the thought that she got off more balling him that a guy with a ten-inch prod. The boy swelled with pride and surprised himself when he saw his own prod beginning to swell again. It hadn't been ten minutes and already he was getting hard again! These two chicks were too sexy for him to remain flacid long. Barbara was the first to notice the rising spire of flesh. "He doesn't have anything to offer me, but how about you, Julia? A month's rent on your schoolboy. If he can get me off, I'll pay all the rent next month. If he doesn't, you pay." Julia never hesitated. "It's a bet. But I'm not going to let you hog him. I get his cock. You can jolly well feel his tongue rooting around inside you!" Bert's cock flipped erect like the blade of an opening switchblade. His teacher showed an incredible amount of faith in him. And he'd never eaten a pussy out before! "Get those duds off, lady, and get your sweet ass over here!" said Julia, putting her glass back on the table and dropping down to the carpet beside Bert. "I think I'm going to really get off this time. Just lie back and hang on, baby cuz we're going to take you for the ride of your short life!" Julia straddled Bert's waist and reached down to grab burgeoning cock. She guided his manhood to her cunt with cool, firm fingers. Her fingers may have been cool, but the oozing slash of her sex wasn't. Bert gasped when Julia shoved his tool into the blast furnace of her interior. In spite of multiple orgasms, she was just as hot and tight as she had been when they had started their initail lovemaking. Bert's mind spun crazy and his vision momentarily blurred with the shock of being plunged back into the woman's frothing cockpit. He vaguely wondered if she was a nymphomaniac and could keep up this hectic pace forever or if she was merely a really hot chick who just didn't get very much. Looking through slowly focusing eyes at Julia's lush figure, her georgeous face and incredibly seductive manner, he doubted if she had any trouble getting all the cock she wanted. Unless she was truly a nympho. Bert imagined himself a worn-out, smoking ruin by the time he graduated high school. But what a way to go! As the math teacher attempted to force his cock into figure eights using only her cuntal muscles, Barbara finished stripping off her blouse and jeans. She advanced cautiously as if unsure of herself. Bert had a full view of Julia's roommate. She had no right to be unsure of herself. If his cock hadn't been trapped inside the churning, velvety passage to his math teacher's belly, he'd have been advancing on her as fast as he could. She was a vision so lovely that Bert wondered if he was hallucinating this entire encounter. He had to argue with himself. He couldn't be hallucinating because his mind had never been able to conjure up so enchanting a vision, even in his most erotic wet dreams. Barbara's body wasn't the perfection that was Julia's, but it came damn close. She had larger jugs. Bert fancied himself an expert on boobs now, 38D was his professional estimate. But Barbara had a shoulder developement to carry the larger mammaries without appearing to be overburdened with a lot of floppy flesh. Her waist was trim, muscled and confirmed his earlier guess that she must be an athlete. Possibly a swimmer with the long, smooth muscles in her arms and legs. Her ass was tight and a round, compact demiglobe. No sagging flab there. Twin pillars of leg spread slightly to betray the shadowy region of her divine triangle, that fleecy mound just above the Gates of Eden. Bert couldn't see Barbara's cuntal lips, but he could imagine what they'd be like. Blushing pink, suffusing with blood at the thought of having his lips caressing them. Possessing a slight glitering sheen from the growing secretions from the tiny Bartholin's glands buried just inside the doorway to her body. Bert managed to choke out, "What's the matter, Barb? Afraid you'll lose your bet? Get on over here!" The girl looked guilty. A quick glance at Julia, however, seemed to convince her. Julia was ardently going up and down on Bert's length, not quite letting the purpled arrowhead slide out of her twat before dropping to his groin. She was methodically screwing herself and was lost in a wonderland of lust. Barbara was increasingly aware of how much she wanted to share that sexual El Dorado with her friend. With alacrity, she glided across the floor and stood over Bert. He grinned lewdly at her. Staring straight up at her spread legs, he could see his earlier guess was right. The light reflecting off those twin protals to her cunt were soggy with lust. Bringing her off wouldn't be as hard as he first thought. Barbara suddenly crouched, cramming her pussy down onto Bert's face. One instant he was sniffing the heady fragrance of lingering dope in the air, the next he was inhaling huge gulps of the woman's musk. The youth decided he preferred the latter. It was more exciting. When Barbara descended, she faced Julia. Bert could dimly see Barbara reach out and grasp each of Julia's nipples between a thumb and forefinger. As her roommate began squeezing and rolling the aroused mushrooms of flesh, Julia's motion up and down on Bert's dick became more frantic. He groaned as he felt the telltale convulsive force of her vaginal walls clamp down on his length. Julia had had another orgasm. But that barely slowed her frenetic pace. She poled up and down, and Bert thought he detected another, lesser, orgasm flutter through her body. As exciting as the feel of her cunt around his prick was, the teenager was faced - literally - with a new and diffenent adventure. Barbara's turgid cuntal lips were within easy reach of his lips. He wetly kissed her. As he felt a tremblor quake through the girl's body, he knew this was the right thing to do. He continued to kiss and lick the blood-filled flaps until the salty tang of her internal lubricants gushed out to deluge his face. The elixir that greeted his tastebuds was totally different from any other liquid Bert had ever tasted before. He decided he liked woman-wine. Immensely. The young photographer began to slurp up the tasty fluid with increasing ardor. His tongue looped out and pulled in load after load of Barbara's cunt juices. She began to shake and quiver in reaction as Bert inadverently found her pleasure button. The boy wasn't sure what the meek little spike of flesh was, but he decided, from the way it was hooded, and protected, it must be important. Bert turned all his attentions to that miniscule chunk of erectile tissue. His reward was the gasp of unadulterated pleasure that escaped from Barbara's lips. Feeling such a resplendent response, Bert began licking and sucking on Barbara's clit with renewed vigor. She wantonly ground her hips in circular motions, crammed her gushing pussy forcefully down into his face begging for more of the fine tonguing he was granting her. Bert obliged. His organ of taste leaped out of his mouth, started at the woman's sensitive perineum, then wiggled forward across her oozing sex slit. She writhed and moaned in un-fettered passion at the wet, rough feel of the boy's tongue on her vaginal lips. Satisfied that she knew where he was, Bert's quick tongue darted into Barbara's cunt for a sampling of the pooled juices lurking just inside, then continued the journey forward to that mysterious go-button that seemed to turn the girl into a wild woman. The youth raked his teeth along the clitoral length, then quickly laved the tortured organ with his saliva. He then sucked off all the lubricant and left the pillar of flesh dry as a bone. To alleviate this sorry condition, Bert's tongue slipped back to the coed's cunt, loaded up with fresh cargo of cunt juice, then painted the clitoris with the vicous fluid. Bert's vision was impaired, but he could see Julia jerk in response to his tonguing. He was very pleased at the at the chain reaction he had initiated. He lapped and sucked at Barbara's lust button, she tweaked hard on Julia's nipples. His math teacher's frenetic fucking would trigger still another orgasm in her ardent body, and her cunt would jerk hard along his length. As he felt the erotic pressure on his cock, his balls tightened even more, and he gasped for air which required him to breath hotly on Barbara's expised genitalia. That would trigge another round of passion-inciting adventures and inevitably push them all higher and higher up the peak to orgasmic fulfullment. Bert knew that Julia was repeatedly getting off fucking herself of his long dick. He didn't worry about her. He worried about himself. He didn't want to come before Barbara. It was a simple matter of pride. Julia was doing her damnedest to get her rocks off, but the bet was vaguely remembered, buried at the back of his mind. He had to get Barbara to come or Julia would lose. There could be no denying that Barbara was close to climax, but his mouthings of her clitoris and excursions into her cunt were not enough. There had to be something more he could do to titillate her. At the thought of titillation, he knew that little extra touch would be. Bert reached up and back, searching across Barbara's trim belly, then moved his hands upward until he came to her solidly fleshed tits. Hands groping blindly, he finally succeeded in finding the rounded protuberances of her nipples. They were partially filled with blood, slightly distended. That gave him the clue. He began to tweak and knead the tiny buttons cresting her snowny tit mountains. Barbara was assailed in two different directions with carnal feelings. Bert's tongue rammed icy stabs of delight into her belly. Coupled with the sensation of a red hot tingling jabbing through her breasts. As the teenager manipulated her nipples, she knew she'd lost the bet. He had unerringly found her two most erogenous zones and, when stimulated together, she could never prevent a climax. Her body became rigid with lust and hurled up and down on the see-saw created by Bert's agile hands and dextrous tongue. He would spear deeply into her well-lubricated love tunnel, roll around and frolic in that carnal playground, then retreat past the delicate inner lips. As his oral member slipped out, his hands would clamp down on Barbara's tits. Tweaking the senstive erectile tissue, pushing in hard against the marshmallowy underpinnings for the tiny mushroom buttons, rotating the firm mounds with deliberate, powerful motions. As the pressure on her jugs lessenedm the boy's tongue would lash out and duel with her clit. The coed was being driven mad with the push-pull technique Bert employed to fully arouse her. She couldn't escape, she couldn't concentrate on some other protion of her body. Barbara's lust-fogged brain soon decided that the bet was rediculous. All she wanted was the cataclysmic orgasm she felt building deep inside her lions. The earthshaking climax did not take long to pounce and devour her entire luscious body. Barbara shivered and shook and seemed possessed by some wonderfully erotic form of palsy. She did not scream out her lust. Rather, she bit her lower lip, but Julia did all the screaming for her. As Barbara came and the physical rictus locked her muscles, she clamped down powerfully and painfully on her roommate's blood engorged nipples. When Barbara's body was seized by orgasm she detonated another in Julia. Bert grimly held on and allowed the waves of sex to wash across his body. It wasn't easy, but it luxuriously enjoyable. Barbara came and dumped gallons of her inner oils onto the high school student's face. He gleefully licked off the tasty treat and was remorseful when the coed fell away from his face and collapsed against the wall, sated and exhausted. She mumbled, "That was one hell of a tongue job, kid. You really know how to eat pussy." With his mouth freed Bert started to tell Barbara to shut up but lust started to grip him and he began to concentrate on his sexy teacher. And Julia was going strong! Her body seemed as if it was made of iron. But Bert would be the first to gainsay that allegation. She was very much flesh and blood, vibrant and alive. True, her crenulated love tunnul walls seemed to be something more than simple tissue when they cranked down hard on his tool, but he wasn't complaining. It was the most erotically stimulating, hottest and tightest hole he had ever rammed into. Julia's eyes were screwed shut as she bounced up and down on Bert's length. She reached down and fingered her own clit to give herself added stimulation in her fucking. Bert gulped at the pressure on his shaft, then decided to go for broke. Julia would keep this up all day or until she wore him out. Or wore his dick off! As she rocketed up squirting his cock from her body with peristaltic action of her cuntal muscles, Bert lay quiescent. As Julia began her plummeting descent, Bert heaved his hips upward, arching his back. They smashed together at the gentials. Both gasped in reaction to the powerful interaction. As Bert continued his upward thrusts, he tried to reach Julia's tits but was unable to do so. The woman had leaned slighly backwards removing her milky white breasts from his reach and bending his cock away from its normal angle of response. Julia placed her hands on the floor as she leaned back. Bert instintively brought his knees up and planted his feet firmly on the floor. In this position, Julia could rest against his upper thighs. With his cock bent to an angle of forty-five degrees from the floor and still firmly inside Julia's cunt, Bert felt as if he were being ripped asunder at the groin. Yet it was sweet torture. His teacher rubbed her back up and down his legs, luxuriating in the hairy feel against her tingling spine as well as the throbbing and jerking cock buried between her legs. Julia came again, another in a seemingly endless string of orgasms. But this time, Bert couldn't restrain himself. The acute angle his cock was pulled into, the feel of Julia's smooth back against his legs, her twin demiglobes of companulate assflesh pressing tightly into his crotch, the intense constriction along his length, the very humid hotness of his cock's berth all conspired against the boy. He came. He came with the explosion of a thousand A-bombs. His mind swirled and churned and was buried under tons of sensations as his cock squirted and blew forth his load. Once expended, Bert's triphammering heart took several minutes to quiet. Bert watched in fascination as Julia experienced two more orgasms in quick succession. He had never seen a woman who could get off so many times in such rapid fashion. The young man wondered if this was normal or if his math teacher was some sort of sex freak. It hardly mattered. Bert just wished that, if Julia Munoz was something unusual, he could find others like her. It might wear him out, but it was an exciting and incredibly sexy way to wear out his organ! Julia finally came out of her sexual daze and looked down at Bert, her jet eyes filled with warmth and ill-suppressed lust. She said, "Thank you, Bert, I don't think you really needed all that much tutoring." Barbara quickly chimed in, "He sure didn't! And I'm mad at you, Julia! You pulled a ringer on me!" Julia slipped off Bert's hips and languorously stretched out on the carpet like a contented feline. "What do you mean?" "Hell, he's no high school kid. He must be a ninety-year old Cassanova who's kept on looking like he's sixteen by screwing every available chick from here to Paris and back." Bert chuckled. He loved listening to these gorgeous women saying things like that about him. The teenager felt more and more like the big time stud. In reply, he said, "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Barbara." He paused a moment for empahsis, then continued, "I'm missed one chick in London. It was in Chelsea back in '03. She managed to elude me somewhere around Trafalgar and I..." He was cut off when Barbara tossed a convient pillow off the sofa over his face. "Liar! But I don't care. When'll you be ready for a rematch?" Bert shifted the pillow to a more confortable position under his head. When would he be ready again? He glanced furtively at his depleted organ. He wasn't sure if it would ever be ready again, not after the incredible fuckings Julia had demanded. And his nervous energy reserves were used up, too. It wasn't easy watching a chick get off a dozen - or more? - times while your dick was coursing up and down inside her. And eating another out at the same time... Bert answered, "Not for at least ten minutes or so..." He surprised both himself and the two roommates. It was closer to thirty than ten, but it still surprised them all. Pleasantly. -- Archive-name: Family/bert6.txt Archive-author: David Alexander Archive-title: Bert, Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Bert and Cruncher were sitting in the cafeteria trying vainly to digest the rotten fare that had been passed off as food that day. Cruncher had a way with words, could be excruciatingly descriptive when the mood moved him. Looking at the creamed corn puddled on his tray, he had grumbled "Dog vomit" and pretty well killed anyone else's enjoyment of the food, if there had been anyone else at the table with an iron stomach who could have eaten and enjoyed such a poor meal. When he had almost finished his meal, leaving the creamed corn, Cruncher loudly proclaimed, "This is the only goddamn place I know where they buy army-surplus canned leftovers. Bert hadn't been able to eat much, a combination of lack of appetite and no great desire to get sick on the food. He said, "Hey, Crunch, could we talk for a couple of minutes? In private?" "Sure, kid. Always glad to help you out." The giant shoved his chair back, and Bert trailed after his letterjacket clad friend. They went outside and sat down on the ridiculous fountain made from four thousand beer cans and coat hangers that the previous year's senior class had given the school. "What can I do for you?" "It's about Carole." Bert took a deep breath and contin- ued before he lost his courage. "I'm still hung up on that chick. I've found some really dynamite foxes, but it's Carole that I want. It's an obsession. I just can't kick it." Cruncher looked at his friend, edged away slightly as if he were afraid Bert would do him bodily harm and said, "I got a confession Bert. I told you all that about Carole because I was trying to get in her pants. You know? I didn't want you cutting in on my territory." He looked repentant. Bert only looked stunned. "Cut in on your territory? Me? The zero in the equation when it comes to girls?" Cruncher shook his head. "Zero, my ass! Alana keeps dropping hints all over the place about what you two did in the darkroom, and I'm not blind. You've got something BIG going with Miss Munoz. No chick looks at a guy like she looks at you without something heavy going on. With Alana on the hook and Miss Munoz chasing after your tender young bod, why worry about Carole? Hell, take the best you can get and forget about Miss Iceberg." "I'm not putting you on. This is the gospel truth. I did everything I could think of, and I couldn't get to first base with her. She's even dumped Tony. I don't know what kind of trip she's on. Seems absolutely frigid. Won't put out for anybody, makes the guys come begging to her. And then she only picks the suckers with lots of bread or tons of prestige." "And...?" Bert was curious to see what Cruncher's ap- praisal of the girl was. He had noticed the same thing. Carole would go after someone with lots of prestige or money - or both - then drop them suddenly without any warn- ing. And, although quite a few had bragged about actually fucking her, there was a ring of bravado and maschismo to the tales that didn't ring true. "To tell you the truth, Bert, she's a cock teaser. She gets her jollies stringing a guy along, getting him hot and primed, then pulls the rug from under him. She'll walk off, leaving the sap with a hard-on and laughing at how easy it was to humiliate him." Crunch shrugged his massive shoulders. "My advice, Bert. Leave her alone. She didn't think a football jock was worth her trouble - I doubt she'd ever consider a high school newspaper photographer would be worth the trouble. And even if she did go out with you, it would be heartbreak hotel time. You know what I mean?" Bert nodded. Carole van der Hoff did fit into the classic pattern of a cock teaser and he had heard the rumors of what she did to her dates but there was an elemental attraction. Bert refused to give up on the frigid chick and besides, he had a plan. "Thanks, Crunch. I've still got the hots for her, though. But I've an idea which'll maybe get me a date." Cruncher Hiatt smirked. "What ya gonna do, ball her old lady?" He laughed uproariously at the idea. He laughed even harder when he heard Bert's reply. "That's not such a bad idea, Crunch. Not bad at all." Bert wasted no time after school. He hurried over to the van der Hoff residence. He knew Carole wasn't there because this was the night she stayed late at the school for cheerleader practice. Bert walked up the steps to the front door and started to ring, then changed his mind. He tried the doorknob and found it securely locked. On impulse, he went around to the back yard and checked th sliding glass door. It was open. With the way clear, Bert crept into the house. The record player was blaring out a Linda Ronstadt album. Bert would have stayed to listen to the dulcet, melodic tones of "Love Has No Pride" but he had bigger things on his mind...and in his pants. The hissing of water from the bathroom indicated that Robin was busily taking a shower. Bert quickly checked through the house, just on general principles. He didn't want to get caught with this little act, not that it mattered that much to him. To his future with Carole, yes, it did matter, but otherwise, he had nothing to lose. He opened the bathroom door slightly and looked into the steamy interior. The mirrors were fogged from the high humidity in the small room. Perfect. He quickly discarded his clothes and dumped them in the hall, then slipped quietly through the door. The heat and water droplets suspended in the air assailed the youth instantly. The subtle fragrances of the shampoo Robin used took a few seconds to insinuate themselves into his overloaded queue of sensory inputs. The translucent shower door prevented Bert from a good, clear view, but the partially obscurred view was far more exciting. It left a lot to his imagination, and he let that run rampant. The plastic in the door was a ripply sea green duplicating the ocean waves thundering against the beach. Bert could picture the scene; the color was perfect, the sound of the water hissing inside the stall fitted beautifully. But that wasn't the beautiful fit Bert truly desired. He wanted the fit of Robin's man-trap around his cock. The only way he could get that flashing figure wrapped around his was to climb into the stall with her. Standing in the moist atmosphere of the room and just looking wouldn't do it for him. He yanked the door open and jumped inside before much of the water jetting down from the nozzle could find its way onto the floor outside the shower. Robin was looked glorious naked and totally wet. She appeared to Bert as some form of water nymph come alive from the dry, dusty mytholo- gy books. "BERT!" she shrieked. "What are you...I mean...wha...?" The woman was confused and tried to back away, an impossibility in the narrow confines of the stall. With an ages-old reflex, she tried to cover her snatch with one hand, her glistening boobs with the other. "Hi, Robin. Fancy meeting you here. I was just passing by and thought I'd drop in." "Get the hell out of here!" The woman's initial shock was replaced with fury. "Why? I thought you might like some company. Terribly lonely in these tropical countries. No one speaks the language, and all you have to eat are bananas." "Bert!" she snapped. "Get out of my shower." "Sure, Robin. Eventually." His hands had reached out and grasped her around the waist. Slippery with soap, his caresses became liquid and lightning fast. Bert applied more pressure to offset the lack of friction. He liked the feel of naked skin under his fingers, ever wet skin as long as it was female. He edged closer and pressed his body to hers. Robin attempted to shove him away but rapidly discovered what the boy already had. Wet skin is incredibly slippery. She succeeded in wrapping her arms about his body and nothing else. Bert availed himself of two convient handholds. He reached behind Robin and grabbed her silky cheeks and inserted his fingers deep in the crease of her buttocks. Using this leverage to his advantage, the youth pulled the older woman to his body and kissed he deeply. Robin's protests died instantly. She felt the inch by inch rise of his prick between her damp legs as his excitement grew. Bert's tongue slipped between her lips and began frolicking in her mouth, teasing and taunting her tongue, playing hide and seek, drawing it out. Her lassitude began to evaporate and, in spite of herself, she found that her crotch was becoming wet. Not from the stinging rain hammering down from the showerhead but from her own lust. Prick sticking up into her loins, nudging gently at her portals, tongue lolling inside her mouth and a wiggly finger insistently moving up her anus, Robin found herself impaled three different ways. She couldn't escape if she wanted to do such a silly thing. Why pass up such an erotically interesting encounter? The woman began to respond to the deep, long kiss that Bert had been lavishing on her. Robin's slender oral digit of taste chased Bert's back into his mouth and the hide and seek game continued, in both mouths this time instead of just one. Holding the woman close to his body, Bert felt the twin points of her breasts begin to poke harder and harder into his naked chest. As Robin's need for him flourished, the tiny cherry beacons mounted on her snow white tits hardened into tiny pebbles. The photographer pulled Robin even closer, using his fleshy handholds to good effect. He tried to get a second finger up her asshole but failed. He had to be content with the one already reposing there, wiggling and tickling the woman's interior tissue. Robin's feet slipped apart slightly on the wet tile floor and exposed her golden matted snatch. Bert twisted slightly on the wet tile, bent his knees and leaned against the wall the nozzle squirting out water over his shoulder. The feel of warm water was sensuous, made his skin tingle and feel more alive than it ever had. He saw instantly that between his threefold ministrations and the spray of water, Robin was really getting turned on. Bert slid his feet between Robin's legs, checked to make sure he was firmly braced, then pulled the woman toward his stiff rod. Guiding her with the finger he had embedded in her ass, he moved her forward and lifted. Carole's mother spread slightly wider and impaled herself on Bert's already wet spike of flesh jutting upward from his loins. As she she settled down with a contented sigh, Bert felt an intense pressure against his legs and shoulders. He had to support the weight of both their bodies, not that he minded in the least! At first, Robin's twitching and bouncing on his manstalk was uncomfortable. The water deprived her natural lubricants of their oily properties, but Robin was so lost in the throes of fucking that her cunt fountained out almost as much liquid as did the raging showerhead. She was soon properly lubricated and was sliding up and down on Bert's pole with little resistance. With the water tumbling around them, drenching them and making their naked skin gleam and glisten. He wished he had his camera. What a shot this would make! The warm waterfalls trickled down his body and seemed to return him to a prenatal condition. He was buried in a woman's belly, attempting to shove his dick all the way to her womb, he was surrounded by warm, amniotic fluid, and he was sensually rocked on the waves of passion that flooded his body. Bert was content to remained propped in the stall, wiggle his finger in its tight glove-like slot, feel the friction mount on his staff and just let the water engulf him. It was a peaceful, yet paradoxically exciting situation. For Robin, it was totally arousing. The finger in her rectum was driving her wild. She pumped furiously up and down on Bert's manly cock, taking as much into her hungering interior as she could. All she had to do was lift slightly on her toes and then drop full force into his groin. The water needling into her breasts rounded out the wave of sensations. The woman needed stimulation in several erogenous zones. She had never before had stimulation in three all at the same time. Her innards felt like the flaming heart of a crucible in a blast furnace. The belly she so desperately attempted to fill with Bert's huge cock cried for satiation. Acid seared the nerves throughout her hind quaters every time the boy repositioned his finger. And it seemed as if electrodes had been attached to her nipples. The hot water smashed into those aroused buttons of erectile tissue and volted savage lightning blasts throughout her chest. Her heart skipped a beat when a vagrant, overly warm spray hit her chest, Bert stroked in and out with his finger and she descended taking his entire length into her cunt. "Chriiiist!" she screamed, her cries drowned by the rush of water. Bert smiled, tossed his head slightly to one side to rid his eyebrows of the water that had accumulated there and threatened to drip into his eyes. He loved the sight of the aroused woman fucking herself on his prick. He had to admit that the feeling of power he had over her with his finger up her ass thrilled him, also. He was becoming more and more dominant and demanding. He was finding out what he wanted and learning how to get it. Women were merely a mystery that needed solving. He was amazed at far he had come to unlocking the door into that secret and wonderous world. And all in a few short weeks. He had Robin to thank for his introduction to this world but now it was time for him to become the teacher. The tight fit around his index finger made him think of Alana, with tight black ass, who bragged around school that she had made it with him. But Alana was just the first. Even the not-too-bright Cruncher realized that something special had transpired between Bert Ellis, student, and Julia Munoz, super-hot math teacher. If the true story ever came out and anyone discovered he had made it with her not once but several times and with her luscious roommate at the same time, it would mean Miss Munoz's job and probably prison for him (he guessed). The transformation had been miraculous. And all Bert had now that he did not posess earlier, was confidence. It took an immense amount of confidence (and guts) to walk up to your teacher and openly proposition her. Then carry through with it. It tooks tons of confidence to walk into the home of a potential girlfriend, find her mother in the shower, strip, and then ball her. And all to get her to agree to arrange a date. That was confidence, that was outright gall! Looking back at the trackrecord he had run up, Bert didn't think it was all that unusual. He was just a simple guy, not too attractive, not too sharp - his advantage was overcoming his shyness and radiating an aura that woman couldn't refuse. Confidence was definitly his ace in the hole. "Berrrt! Fuck me! Fuck me quiiick! I can't stand it any mooore!" Robin's passions had soared until she was at the brink of orgasm. Bert knew that the next move was his. Did he play with her for a while or did he trigger off the orgasm she begged for? He decided the best course of action was to give her what she cried out for. As he sank his balls deep into her frothy cunt, he prevented the woman from bouncing back up by pressuring her body with the finger in her ass. Through the delicate internal membrane, he stroked his own cock with his index finger. His hands pulled and kneaded the ass cheeks and a deliberate rotary motion was imparted to his hips, though the strain was great from the position he was forced into. Robin moaned incoherently. Bert knew the feeling inside her must be mounting. The fuse had been lit. He awaited the enormous explosion of ectasy as his captive climaxed. The teenager was not disappointed. Robin's body wrenched and twirled, twisted and attempted to escape the insistent prodding he was giving her insides. Failing to be able to bounce and wildly fuck herself, Robin rammed her hips down as hard as she could. Bert felt the fleeting, featherlight touch of his glans against her deeply hidden cervix, then all he felt was the velvet vise along his blood engorged tool. Robin screamed, got water in her mouth, choked and continued writhing about the twin spikes of Bert's body that held her prisoner as the orgasmic winds of ectasy tossed her about. As she rocked back and forth, her cuntal contractions became more violent and Bert found himself unable to retain control. His balls, which had been quivering and begging for carnal release, virtually exploded, creaming the voluptous woman's vaginal walls with his seed. The burning shock wave raced along his cock and would eventully echo through his entire body. Bert rocked up and down slightly, his finger in Robin's ass slipped out entirely. It didn't matter to the youth. He was caught up in his own oasis of passion. Together, they came down from the sexual high that they had shared. Robin chuckled and looked at Bert's deflating prong. It was covered with dewdrops of cunt juice and his own come. "Here, Bert," she said seductively, "let me clean that for you!" Robin greedily licked the come off his flacid dick. Bert enjoyed the tingly feelings nudging his balls, but knew that it was impossible for him to get another hard-on this otherwise exciting activity. He gently smoothed the soaked blond hair and pulled it back from the woman's face. "That's what I call a first rate job, Robin. You're too good. Let me do some of the chores now!" He took the convient bar of soap and soon they were laughingly soaping and washing each other, the water showering away the lather they might have developed. "Enough, enough I say!" Bert cried as Robin grabbed wildly for his balls again. Having licked them clean, then washed them four times was too much, even for a stud, first class. Bert stumbled out of the shower and grabbed the fluffly towel he found dangling from a nearby rack. With a quick snap, he landed it firmly against Robin's pert ass. A vague pink spot appeared, and she yelped, more from surprise than from pain. "You little bastard! Give me that towel!" They fought playfully for the material and ended up on the bathmat, kissing and fondling one another. Robin stared down into Bert's brown eyes. She quietly said, "Bert, fuck me again. I need you so badly..." This was the payoff. Now or never. Bert said, his tone obviously brooking no argument, "All right. But only if you can get me a date with Carole." Robin tried to pull away, but Bert looped the towel a- round her back and prevented her retreat by pulling firmly down on each end of the fluffy strip. "Bert! How can you ask that of me? After we've..we've.." "Say it, Robin. After we've fucked. Not once but several times. And if you want to continue our little liaison, you will talk Carole into a date with me. I don't really care what you tell her." Robin's nostrils flared slightly with anger, her lips were set in a thin line. "I was just you pawn to get to my daughter. is that it?" "No, dammit! You've got a conveniently short memory. Who seduced whom? You're the one who fucked me. You're the one that introduced the virgin to the wonders of fantastic sex. Now I want a chance at your daughter. And you won't have to do anything beyond getting me that first date. If she refuses a second date, it's over. I won't even talk to her again and anything between us can go on. Your're so damned good at fucking, I could spend a lifetime with you and never come close to learning all your tricks. "But you still want a date with Carole." She read the answer in his eyes. "And if I agree, you'll stick this lovely cock inside of me again?" She reached between them and stroked the cock that was lengthening little by little. "Yep. All afternoon ling, all night long. Until you beg me to stop. If that is what you want. What about it?" "I'll think about it." Then she kissed him and cut off further discussions. -- Archive-name: Family/bert7.txt Archive-author: David Alexander Archive-title: Bert, Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Bert eventually convinced Robin that she should intervene in his behalf and try to arrange a date with Carole. The older woman had apparently been successful because Bert had managed to creep up behind Carole in the hallway between classes. He studied her curves as he surreptitously approached her. The youth was not certain of his reception, and it did seem that Carole had been pointedly avoiding him since the episode with Robin in the shower. Her mother had promptly twisted her arm to go out with Bert. The boy was almost certain that this was the rationale behind Carole's reluctance to meet him face to face. If she did, she would be forced to accept the date. If she could avoid him, the girl could alibi off by saying he had never asked. Bert's determination to make it with Carole was unabated, but he had been considering everything that Cruncher and several others had said. He had even checked a book out of the library...the public library, not the school library. He wasn't sure the staid and aged school librarian would have wanted a copy of Krafft-Ebing around. That had given him a couple of ideas that would certainly be worth trying with Carole. The usual approaches to her seemed to be fraught with nothing but dicouragement. Perhaps the unusual would work. He certainly couldn't lose by trying. She was truly a sight that made him stiff. That lovely, flowing blonde hair, just the right shade, and natural. No bleach bottle for Carole. And her body was a gourmet's delight. Carole managed to dress for the full impact on the male libido, whether she realized it or not. From his readings, Bert didn't think she realized what she was doing. A classic case of approach avoidance. She made herself irresistable to a male, then did every possible thing she could, at the last moment, to avoid getting involved. A cock teaser. Bert hoped that his assesment of Carole's attitude was correct. He also hoped that he had understood what he had read. If so, soon Carole would be eating out of his hand and he would be eating out another part of Carole's anatomy. But he had to get that all important first date. Then he could try out his scheme and see it it worked. He quietly stalked his quarry, her back to him as he advanced. Bert reached out and laid a gentle hand on Carole's shoulder. For a brief second, both reacted identically. Bert was treated to a breathtaking vista of Carole's barely fettered breasts from her unbuttoned blouse. The top three buttons were unfastened in direct violation of the school dress code, but none of the male instructors would dare mention it to her. The few female crones that might, Carole scrupulously avoided. Bert's eyes dived like a bathyscape into the Marianas Trench of her twin peaks, studying the terrain of the deep valley between her boobs. If anything, she was better endowed than her mother. Carole's reaction was different. She had been trapped by the very guy she most wanted to avoid. Bert didn't give her a chance to bolt and run. "Glad I finally found you, Carole. I wanted to ask you to the school dance Friday. Your mother says you do not have a date yet." Bert added the last to drive home the point that Carole had a duty to go on at least one date with him. "Oh, well, Bert, I don't know." Her brillant blue eyes drifted toward the floor as she furiously thougth of some lie she could tell that would get her off the hook. "Sure you can, Carole. No cheerleaders' practice, no tests or homework due the next day - and you don't have a date." In front of her friends, that latter statement would carry the most pressure. Carole hated that her girlfriends had heard she had not gotten a date to the dance. The girl's eyes elevated upward until she stared into Bert's ingenuous brown ones. "All right, Bert. I suppose I can make it." He flashed his smile and said, "Great. Pick you up at seven. See you Friday." He waved jauntily as he went to class. Bert exhaled a long, pent up breath in relief. So far so good. Now for Friday night. The week spurted by in odd patterns of molasses and greased lightning. The interminably long parts were in class. The ones that fled by far to fast were occasional after school tutoring lessons with Julia, sometimes both Julia and Barbara and one long, long session with Alana in the darkroom. He had spent two hours getting the table in the darkroom cleaned and scrubbed of all noxious chemicals. Screwing on a formica surface wasn't the best of all possible places, but the darkroom did afford a little bit of privacy, a door that could be locked, reason for being gone for an hour or two at a time and did not cause people to ask embarrassing questions. That aspect no longer bothered Bert. Let them hint and ask all the questions they wanted. he could toss off a jocular answer that may or may not be pertinent to what the inquisitor wanted to know. Mr. Woodard, for instance, had inquired as to the progress Bert was making on the next photo assignment for the school newspaper. Bert had replied, "I'm still working on the basic layout with Alana." "Yeah," his instructor had answered, "I know that, but how is the project coming?" "Coming hard and fast, sir." Woodward shot him a look that combine curiosity and complete amusement. Bert added, "Things are developing nicely." Woodward sighed. "Just be sure to get everything into the stop before you fix it good. Some things don't wash off, you know." "And some things don't run off either!" Bert replied. Woodward had laughed at that. "You lucky son of a bitch. Get out of here!" The man shook his head in amusement when Bert left. He wondered what woman (women?) had changed this mousy teenager into a real tiger. Friday classes seemed to be drenched in glue. Every second was an hour, every hour an eternity. Even Miss Munoz class was something of a drag. Miss Munoz had dressed like a nun, all in black, which could have been ultra-sexy but wasn't. Bert knew Miss Munoz and Mr. Theodore (of the ten inch dong) had a confrontation and their relationship was on the skids. Not that he cared, in fact, it might mean that he would have more opportunitues to get into Miss Munoz's pants but he was concerned about the time it might take. Right when he needed every second he could muster to seducing Carole. Bert Ellis decided he would cross that bridge when he got to it. Friday's last class vanished and Bert raced home. He had been studying his closet for three days choosing the exact sartorial elegance to don and most impress Carole. He had finally decided that his gray and black checked shirt with black pants, black shoes with tiny buckles and black socks would be the most effective. He pivoted in front of his dresser mirror and studied himself with a critical eye. Bert had to admit that his garb was sinister, made him seem a trifle aloof, and yet no one could say anything was ususual about his dress. Carole's subconscious would register the full effect, even if her conscious mind did not. And right now, he had to work on her at an elemental level, then work up, hopefully along her legs to her golden furred snatch. Bert combed his hair and sprayed it with some abominable smelling stuff that was suppposed to keep it from flopping all over the place whenever a light wind blew. The dance tonight would require a bit of moving around, and he didn't want to continually have to drag a comb through his hair. It would detract from the cool, suave and slightly bored attitude he wanted to convey. He left his house at seven o'clock on the dot knowing it would take a minimum of fifteen minutes to arrive at the van derr Hoff house. The youth wanted to be intentially late. All part of his act, his seeming ennui with the whole evening. The teenager pulled up in front of Carole's house twenty minutes late. He casually walked up the path to the door, knowing Carole was probably watching his every move and seething inside, angry as hell! The chime had barely died when the door was swung open by Robin. The look on her face was something of a mixture of anger and confusion. In a low voice she said, "Bert! I thought you'd never get here. Carole's been ready for ten minutes. Do you want to go out with her or not?" Bert smiled ingratiatingly and said in a normal tone, "Good evening, Mrs. van der Hoff. Is Carole ready yet?" Robin shot him a venomous look, then motioned him in. He immediately took his place on the loveseat as Robin said, "She'll be ready in a couple of minutes." The civilzation-old make-the-mail- wait routine seemed a bit trite and useless since he had turned the tables so neatly. It no longer appeared he was the eager stallion trotting after the filly, but rather that the filly was slightly stupid not being ready after an inexcusable delay. Carole appeared in a few minutes, and Bert had to restrain a gasp. She was dazzling. Her very radiance brightened the room immensely. She had obviously dressed to impress him to the utmost. The turquoise dress seemed to float about her body, clinging here, flowing there. All the heres and theres were strategically placed for maximum effect on any red blooded male. The decolletage of the dress was as improbable as it was heart wrenching. The sharp V notch of the neckline plunged far down past the bottom of Carole's compact melon-sized breats. Umbra danced and masked vital portions of her partially exposed tits in a cunningly designed fashion. Bert allowed a slight smile to creep across his lips as he said, "Good evening, Carole. Ready to go or do you need a few more minutes to get dressed?" The teenager started to duck as Carole picked up her purse. He was certain she would fling it at him in rage at his implied insult. Instead, her face fell into a wooden mask that smiled mechanically. "I'm ready. Let's go." Ice dribbled from every word. Bert carefully studied anew. The hemline of her dress was perfect for what he had in mind for the main event later in the evening. It came to mid-thigh. The photographer thanked his lucky stars that Carole had not chosen to wear stockings. That would have complicated things to the point of idiocy on his part. Who knew? It might be nothing but stupidity that he planned. But he would soon know. "I want to say good-bye to your mother." Bert turned his back to Carole and went into the kitchen where Robin was stuffing the dinner dishes into the dishwasher. "I just wanted to tell you, Mrs. van der Hoff, that I'll have Carole back before midnight. We'll be at the school dance - it's in the gym - and we'll probably to to Dan's Den for a hamburger afterwards." Robin's lips compressed into a tight line. "I don't know what game you're playing, Bert, but you'd better watch yourself. I'll see you burn in hell if you..." "Good night, Mrs. van der Hoff," he said, cutting off her low- voiced tirade. Bert returned to the fuming Carole and said, "Let's go now. I wanted your mother to know where we'd be." As they walked to the car, Carole asked, a note of curiosity creeping into her soft voice, "And what did you tell her?" "I told her that you wanted to fuck me, and we'd be going to a motel. What did you expect me to tell her?" Bert slammed the door behind Carole with a trifle more force than necessary. He went around and got in behind the wheel. He keyed the car to life and took off. "Did you really tell Mom that?" "You know I didn't since you were listening through the door! Don't try to be coy or more dense than you have be, OK? I just want to have a good time tonight, and you asking silly questions isn't going to make it." Carole promptly crumpled in the seat, clutching at the door handle as if she planned to leap out at the next street light. She retreated into a shell of silence and uttered not a single word until they arrived at the high school gym. They passed be the hideous statue of Walter Williams, after whom the school had been named. Carole idly remarked, "I wonder why they cast him with his mouth open like that?" Bert snorted. "He probably wouldn't stop screaming when they poured the bronze around him." Carole spun in amazement, her mouth half open in surprise. She quickly clamped it shut when she saw Bert didn't appear to be kidding. His tone and face said that he was dead serious. His mouth had a slight smile. She shivered slightly although the evening was still and warm. What kind of a warpo had she mistakenly allowed to have a date with her? In spite of herself, however, the thougth was a bit ludicrous, and she was silently amused. But Bert Ellis was definitely not her type, not the way he had been treating her so far. It was as if she were...beneath his notice! She, Carole van der Hoff, head cheerleader, most popular girl in school, man killer, was being ignored as if she simply was not important. She'd show that stupid bastard what it meant to be with a real woman! Bert, when he was in plain view of anyone else, was the perfect gentleman. He opened the door for Carole, made the rounds introducing her to various friends of her that she didn't know. He even introduced her to Cruncher. "...and this is Carole. I suppose you two already know each other...since Crucher told me so much about you. After all, you two do see each other all the time..on the field...so to speak." Carole didn't know whether to be insulted or not. Was Bert merely being tongue-tied and obtuse? Was he implying that she knew this neanderthal football player intimately? She decided she would turn the tables on him, turn on her charms full blast and let this Cruncher be the lucky recipient. "I've always admired the way you just smash right on through and take out all those big guys intent on running over the quarterback." "Well, sometimes I play the defensive line, too. I sort of enjoy being the one to dump the quarterback." "Oh, that's marvelous!" Carole squealed in glee, almost to the point of jumping up and down and clapping her hands in cheerleader fashion. Bert took her elbow and maneuvered her away before she realized what was happening. "Over here is the school paper's editor. You know Alana, I guess. You cheerleader types seem to know everyone." Alana's reception was markedly different from Cruncher's. The big tackle had been turning on the charm as much as Carole had been. Carole was met with pure, unadulterated hatred here. And Bert seemed intent on lingering, making lewd innuendoes with this black bitch and talking about trivial matters. The band blared out its first song, but still Bert talked on with Alana. Just as Cruncher started over, his intent obvious, Bert grabbed Carole by the arm and guided her out to the dance floor. "Enough talk for now. Let's dance." The girl couldn't get into the flow of the music, and her movements were those of a poorly coordinated marionette. Bert flowed and glided with easy grace. Soon, Carole was beginning to feel completely out of synch with everything going on around her, a new and disquieting feeling. She normally dug these dances. They gave her a chance to flaunt her multitudimous charms, bedazzle male onlookers and generally have a fine time. Tonight, nothing was going right. Her dancing, normally sinuous and vaguely lewd and suggestive, was clumsy. It was Bert who shone, who had the envious eyes of both sexes on him. Carole didn't understand that. Not completely. The male admirers were to be expected. He had a date with her. But the feminine attraction to this zilch of a photographer was inexplicable. Carole wracked her brain and failed to find the answer. He treated her like dirt. Polite, well mannered, but disinterested. And yet all the other girls cast envious eyes on him. There was a suaveness, an assured air about him that seemed preternaturally embodied in his actions. Carole was both attracted and repulsed. She couldn't decide if she hated him or not. "Bert, let's leave here and get something to eat. I'm feeling hungry." She wasn't the least bit famished, but it was an excuse to allow her to escape from the myriad of eyes focused on them. She had long ago learned that, in the middle of an embarrassing situation, it paid to cut it as short as possible. Leaving now was the best thing she could do. She was half-afraid Bert would refuse to leave. He surprised her when he rapidly assented. "Okay, let's go on out to the car. And if we get to the hambuger joint early, it won't be crowded." Carole breathed a sigh of relief as they left the gym. The cool night air quickly evaporated some of the sweat that had trickled down the deep crevice of her bosom and made her feel uncomfortable. Outside, alone, she decided she might be able to turn the tables on her escort. Using tricks she had long since perfected might just make Bert Ellis as uncomfortable as he had made her all night long. She moved closer to the boy, took his arm and hung on like a drowning person gripping a life preserver. "Bert," she cooed, "do we really have to go and get something to eat first? I'd rather just drive around. Maybe we could... park and...look at the lights." Her voice was low and seductive. And when Carole tried, she could be very seductive. 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 your 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 edging 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 several 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. Without 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 boyfriends, 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, continually 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 turn ed 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 unbearable. 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 inexpert 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. --