David Alexander - Bert

The tits weren't monstrous, and for that Bert was glad. He had decided that huge, tremendously floppy tits weren't for him. If he had looked at the small tag on Robin's discarded bra, he would have found the notation '36C.' She had moderate size tits, boobs large enough to pop into a mouth watering for woman-flesh, but not grotesquely large. Anything more than a mouthful – or handful – was a waste of good material.

As Robin stroked with increasing urgency along Bert's tumescent lust staff he dropped to suckle at one of the inviting nipples presented to him. The fiery red nubbin of flesh pointed at him, seemed to accuse of dereliction of duty. The youth did not want to be guilty of failing to respond where he was desperately needed. His lips touched the slightly bumby plain around the erectile tissue, and then he compressed his lips until he managed to trap only the nipple between them. Bert's tongue flashed forward, racing full force into the tiny mound of pulsating flesh.

Robin quivered, and he felt her breath quicken. His rough, wet tongue laved the surface of the nipple repeatedly, each stroke bringing forth an even more emphatic reaction from Robin. At one point, Bert almost had to desert Robin's fantastic breast and scream out his own passion. Her slender fingers had brutally clamped down on his cock as if trying to milk him of his come. It had been a reaction to the lust pounding through her body, and involuntary sudden action.

"Oh Bert, Bert… that's sooo niiice!" Robin moaned as the teenager mouth her nipple anew.

His tongue began to spiral around the nipple and engulf the aureole. Bert decided that he liked the taste so much he would continue until he had the entire tit firmly ensconced in his oral cavity. His twisting and licking motion took him around the conical mountain of flesh and down the snowy slopes. As more and more of Robin's breast entered his mouth, Bert found it increasingly hard to use his tongue anywhere except across the nipple.

Robin didn't mind. Hard manmeat in one hand and wet, superbly gratifying mouth around a tit, she didn't mind at all!

She felt his teeth bite into the sides of her breasts as the boy's jaws streched to take in more and more of her tit. The woman thrust her chest forward inviting him to take all he could. It was a carnal Garden of Eden for her. The sensations spearing into her chest set off a delayed reaction depth charge inside her and caused her cunt to itch and beg for occupancy. Male occupants. Long, hard, throbbing, powerfully stroking male inhabitants.

But she remembered her vow to introduce Bert to more specialized erotic techniques. Some oral sex satisfying her own needs.

"Bert," she cooed, "Bert, darling, let me go for a second."

His ears were benumbed with longing, but the youth did as she bid. Robin still had him under her spell, she could still dictate to him. Not that he minded. She was the best teacher he'd ever had! And he enjoyed the homework more than he had ever thought possible.

Robin's question mouth dropped to Bert's crotch. Using her hand, she guided the purple hooded shaft protruding proudly from the boy's groin into her mouth. She did not take the entire length at first. Robin only lightly touched the sensitive glans with her tongue, making small circuits around the periphery of his organ. She tasted the slight secretion from the youth's seldom tried penis. Man musk assailed her mostrils and excited her immensely. Robin licked out with frowning fervor at the trapped morsel nuzzling against her lips.

She attempted to poke her tongue into the tiny pinprick hole at the end of the rod and failed. But it didn't matter because the act caused Bert to squirm and thrash with mounting ardor. When the woman's tongue stroked and lightly caressed the underside of his cock, Bert nearly lost his mind. Jolts of lightning blazed through his head, shock waves of carnal intensity assaulted the fortress of his brain and shook him to the very foundations of his being. His body heaved, and again he had to restrain himself from coming.

Sensing how near orgasm the boy was, Robin halted her o ral ministrations for a moment, electing to only stoke and feel the jerking rod. As his passions abated slightly, her mouth engulfed his shaft, and the woman began to take his entire length into her awaiting oral cavity. As the youth had done with her tit, Robin now returned the favor on his pole. Her dextrous organ of taste rotated around and around licking and savoring every tiny portion of cock.

The taste was wonderful and one of which Robin was incabable of getting enough. She loved fucking. She loved sucking. And being the one to introduce the teenager to the mysterious and fantastic wonderland of sexual activity excited her beyond mere words.

The shaft slid smoothly into her wet, salivating mouth. She bit down, slightly, gently, so as not to harm the flesh under her teeth. As Robin carefully gnawed on the resilient, blood-surfeited flesh of Bert's cock, the youth broke out into a profuse sweat. He gripped the cushion on the loveseat with ferocious intensity, his fingers biting deeply into the soft fabric and stuffing material. He was lost in a fairyland of bewildering reactions. Bert wasn't sure he could sort out all the simultaneous sensations impinging on his body and brain.

He was furiously perspiring, but that was the result of his arousal. And his sexual arousal was caused by…what?

Was it the sight of Robin's naked tits and gently bouncing body? The way her nipples rubbed against his legs? Was it his mouthing of those scrumptious tits that had started it all? Or was it her expert mouth gulping and erotically tormenting his manhood?

Or was it all of those things plus his own fantasies come true?

Bert couldn't have cared less. He slid back and allowed Robin to do what she wanted with his body.

Robin sensed the youth's burgeoning passion by the feel of his cock. It now jerked and quivered with an accelerated pulse rate. It expanded and grew in girth and length as more and more blood pumped into it, making the cock a true man's sword fit for sheathing in any woman's scabbard.

But the fellatrix was going to deny this succulent hunk of meat that privilege…this time. Even though the zipper was an encumberance, both were too far gone down the road of love ferver to bother with the metal contrivance. Robin's nose burrowed and snuggled into the tangled mat of Bert's pubic hair as she swallowed his seven inches. Holding it in her mouth, she raised her head slightly, pressing the underside of his cock down hard against her tongue, then retreated reluctantly. As Bert's tender flesh was drawn across the slick, moist tongue, explosions wracked his body. The deliberate torture bent his stiff rod the slightest bit and added to his arousal in a magnitude he had not thought possible from his already hot body.

Robin felt the teenager's prick slip across the roof of her mouth. And a palatable dick it was, too. Tasty, a true gourmet's treat. She didn't know why her daughter didn't want to partake of a feast like this, but Robin couldn't care. Let Carole play her cock tease games. And Carole's mother would have all the fun – and cocks.

Her teeth slid to the backside of the expanded hood on the end of the teenagers's love piston. Robin locked down the tiniest amount, then pulled back, her teeth lightly scoring the delicate flesh. Bert writhed and moaned in the mindless throes of passion. But Robin admitted he was doing an admirable job in controlling himself.

If she had known that Bert was doing it for a greedy reason, it would not have mattered. He knew the sucking and kissing and licking along his cock was really turning Carole's mother on in a big way, but it was for his own satisfaction that he kept from jetting his load. The youth wanted this to last forever. He did not want her eager, hungry mouth to ever leave his cock. The prickly sensation that creeped down his cock and into his balls warmed his body and stirred emotions he had been unaware of possessing.