David Alexander - Bert

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.