David Alexander - 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.