David Alexander - Bert

"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.