David Alexander - Bert

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."

"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."