David Alexander - Bert

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 around 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.