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Bert, Chapter Four
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Chapter Four
The algebra class was a boring as usual. Bert didn't really
enjoy math all that much, though he had to admit to a certain
fascination in seeing the way numbers could be fit together, taken
apart and reassembled to give answers to seemingly impossible
problems.
His real enjoyment of the class came from the teacher. Miss Munoz
was easily the most sexy teacher he had. She was only twenty-three
or so, just out of college and still veneered with the enthusiasm
for teaching.
Bert didn't care about the teaching part; math wasn't his bag.
But, he was growing more and more aware of the turn his daydreaming
took in class. He had started out the semester thinking of Miss
Munoz - he didn't even know her first name - making overtures to
him. Sexual overtures.
He had heard the grapevine rumors that Miss Munoz and the physics
teacher had a thing going, but it was only a rumor. Bert couldn't
see how that could possibly be true. Mr. Theodore was hardly a
handsome man, and he was probably ten years older than Miss Munoz.
Bert didn't know much about the physics teacher, but his friend,
Chuck Farley did and he said that Theodore was a bit on the dense
side.
Bert's daydreams metamorphosized into him seducing the algebra
teacher. Why not? Hadn't he done just about everything now? Oral
sex and anal sex and plain old wonderful fucking. He was getting to
be a man about town and confident of himself for the very first
time in his life. Let Crucher go after the teeny-boopers...he was
a man and men go for women.
There was no denying that Miss Munoz was a woman. None at all.
His lusting eyes studied her trim figure. She wasn't very tall,
perhaps only five-three or five-four, but she packed one hell of a
lot of sheer sexiness into that diminutive height. The youth did
some quick calculations in the margin of his notebook - not on
quadratic equations which were today's topic - but on estimates of
Miss Munoz's figure. Perhaps 35-25-35. Bert solemnly nodded. Those
looked like good figures to him.
One damn good figure, to be sure. He scribbled a bit more and
came out with 89-56-89. Somehow, the metric equivalent in
centimeters didn't seem to convey the proper respect for such a
fine body. The numbers were too large, too gross for a fine-boned,
perfectly formed woman.
Even though it wasn't all that hot in the classroom and school
board members frowned on it, Miss Munoz's blouse was unbuttoned not
the regulation top button, but the top three buttons were undone.
The shadowed valley between her tawny fleshed breasts was daringly
revealed - daringly for a teacher, at any rate.
The skirt she wore was tight and seemed to be sprayed onto her
ass and upper legs. The bored math student became an avid one as
Miss Munoz moved from behind her desk and began to pace back and
forth in front of the class. Her thighs were flashing out from
under her miniskirt and Bert was certain that her very appearance
was another school board prohibition. Teachers were required to be
staid, maidenly, even old maids with morals to match.
This fiery latin beauty could have easily played the seductress
in any of a dozen spy movies the teenager had seen. A spy like Mata
Hari, seducing men and getting state secrets from them using her
body.
If Miss Munoz had tried that on him, Bert would have revealed
anything she wanted to know!
But that was his old fantasy. Bert's new one had him boldly
walking up to the sexy teacher and asking for some private
tutoring, after school, at her house. Then, once there, the
pretense of learning algebra could be discarded, and they could
begin to learn all about each other's bodies. The symmetry of his
teacher's body, the geometry of her curves, the trigonometry of her
pubic triangle, the linear algebra of his straight prong thrusting
into her wanton cunt, those were the kinds of maths he wanted to
learn firsthand.
Bert shook his head to clear away his illusions when he heard his
named called. Even her voice was low, husky, and incredibly sexy.
But cold panic clutched at his heart. What had she asked him?
His attention riveted on her words instead of her body, he heard,
"Bert pay attention! I asked you what the dis- criminant of the
problem was."
Bert glanced a the board and the answer popped instantly into his
mind.
"Its twice the quantity you have labelled A."
Twin black arches rose as Miss Munoz showed her surprise. "That's
right. I'm sorry I thought you were goofing-off, Bert. Now Carl,
what would the root of this equation be?"
Bert went back to his daydreaming. It had shocked him as much as
Miss Munoz that he'd gotten the answer right. Maybe keeping his
mind on sex sharpened his wits, improved his intellect. With a
sudden resolve, he knew what he was going to do after class.
The rest of the period flowed by as sluggishly as molas- ses
racing uphill on a winter day. The instant the bell rang signalling
the end of class, the room evaculated with a speed that would have
astonished most track coaches.
Bert lingered until one or two other students questioned Miss
Munoz and then left to go to their next class. He stood, gathered
his books and courage, and went up to his lovely algebra teacher.
She tossed her coal black mane of hair back and stared at him with
warm, appealing eyes.
"Bert...I must admit I'm a bit surprised to see you come up like
this. You've never done it before, and students usually fall into
habits early in the semester.!
Bert placed his books on the edge of the desk before say- ing, "I
felt as if I didn't really understand today's material, Miss
Munoz."
She lookded at him and leaned back in her chair. The action moved
her shoulder back and revealed more of the smooth, coppery skin
between her ample breasts. She knew his eyes were irresistably
drawn to the deep valley with its fleeting shadows but she didn't
mind. Quite the contrary, she enjoyed his obvious attentions.
"You've been doing passing work. And you surprised me to- day. I
thought you were daydreaming and not paying attention."
"Well, Miss Munoz," Bert started, "I really was doing both. I
was paying attention but not to the lesson." His eyes locked on
hers and rapid, silent communication passed between the pair.
"And what were you paying attention to, Bert?" She smoothed out
her miniskirt before crossing her legs, giving Bert merest hint of
the delights that lay hidden under the skirt.
"I've been afraid I wasn't pleasing you enough. I'd really like
a chance to show you I can...do more than I have been doing in
class."
A smile danced on the teacher's lips as she said, "I'm certain
you are capable of doing doing more, even in math." She added
seemingly as an afterthought.
"I'd love the opportunity for some private tutoring, Miss Munoz.
I know it would hard."
"What will be hard, Bert?"
"Why, the tutoring. I'm sure you're not one for a quick lesson.
It would be long and hard."
"You interest me, Bert. Not many students would care for added
responsibilities like this. Here's my address. Why don't you stop
by after school today, and we can start on a lesson? A long and
hard one, but I think everything will fall into place before it's
over."
She handed him her address, and Bert smiled. "Thanks, Miss Munoz.
I'm sure we will both get great satisfaction from this. See you
around four?"
A wave of coal black hair drifted down over her left eye as she
nodded assent. Bert broadly grinned, then left the classroom. He
was exuberant. This had worked out better than the youth could have
ever hoped.
The day seemed filled with inconsequential events, all robbing
Bert of his proper anticipatory mood. A brief interlude with Alana
made the day a bit cherrier. Then school was over for the day. He
raced home, ditched his books, then split.
All the way to Miss Munoz's apartment, he wondered what it would
be like. She was really a sexy chick, not all that much older than
he was - only six or seven years. Almost an older sister. But she
had to be really experienced sexually. She'd gone to college and
all and, if the grapevine was right, she had been more intent of
having a good time than book learning. Bert was inclined to
discount that due to the sources. They just might be jealous of the
muliebritous woman, the only teacher in the school who wasn't over
thir- ty and going on ugly.
The teenager stopped short when he saw the apartment complex in
which Miss Munoz lived. It very definitly was not a staid,
school-teacher residence. It was one of the swinging single places
where anything could happen and did.
Bert Ellis knew then that he might have struck a real goldmine.
And all because he had merely gotten up the courage to ask. He
filed that away for future reference...ask and thou shalt receive.
He wandered through the bewildering maze of apartments, ogling
the chicks out by the heated pool. The chill autumn air didn't seem
to prevent them from wearing the skimpiest string bikinis he'd ever
seen. Some were so small they were little more than strings with
postage stamps glued on at appropriate spots.
Bert found the apartment he wanted, rang the bell and waited. In
less than a minute, Miss Munoz opened the door. She smiled, a smile
that reflected a trace of irony as she said, "You continually
surprise me, Bert. I would have bet you would chicken out at the
last minute. Come on in."
She quickly stood back and let him in. He surveyed the apartment
and found it to be tastefully decorated. But the thing he noticed
first was the sweet, aromatic odor that clung in the air. Bert
recognized the pungent smell of grass. Miss Munoz seemed to be the
exception rather than the rule amoung school teachers. Or was she?
"Why? Did you think I wouldn't come? To see you?" Bert was fully
aware of the double meanings he placed in the conversation. It was
turning him on verbally sparring with his lovely teacher.
"High schools are notorius for producing boys, not men. And it
takes a certain rare courage to confront me as you did, proposition
me and then actually show up with intentions of seducing me. You do
plan to seduce me, don't you?" Again the smile played across her
lips.
Bert sat down on the sofa. He said, "I think you have the entire
thing wrong, Miss Munoz. I'm not seducing you, you are seducing me.
Who would believe a pimply faced sixteen year old would proposition
his math teacher, then go to her apartment with the intention of
fucking her?"
"And what have I done to seduce you?" Curiosity had replaced the
slightly ironic tone in her voice.
"Why Miss Munoz," Bert replied, his voice as ingenuous and naive
as he could make it sound, "Simply by being so gut wrenchingly
lovely. Every time I look at you, I feel myself getting harder and
harder. Barely able to restrain through class, wanting to jerk off
because you are so seductive."
The teacher laughed heartily, "That is one of the most unique
lines I've heard in years. And one of the most flattering, I might
add. Call me Julia. That Miss Munoz jazz is all right for class but
not for...private tutoring. Would you like a drink?"
Bert hesitated. His experience with liquor was mostly restricted
to beer that the other guys managed to pilfer. But what the hell?
Why not take her up on her offer?"
"Seven Up, please...with some vodka added. Maybe a lime?"
"You are a source of continual wonderment." She went to the small
bar and began fixing the drinks. In a quieter voice, she said, "I
just hope you continue to surprise me with your performance."
She thrust out the drink, then sat beside him, pressed close to
the boy's side. Julia Munoz was obviously still taking this to be
a game. Bert was becoming more determined than ever to make sure it
was a game whose final score she did not forget for a long time.
Bert took a long sip from his drink, peering at Julia over the
top of the glass while he swallowed the liquor. The taste was not
as strong as he had anticipated. But he knew better than to
chugalug the entire glass; he had seen what happened to his friends
who thought they could handle their liquor simply because it took
twenty minutes or so for the effects to catch up with them.
He put his glass down on the coffee table and turned his
attentions to back to Julia. She had already placed her glass on
the end table and turned back to face him. Bert noticed that Julia
had unbuttoned enough buttons on her blouse to allow him an
unobstructed view of her chest all the way to her naval. He noticed
that she wore a bra, and he silently cursed. The youth remembered
the problems he had encountered unfastening Robin's. The damned
manufacturers seemed to have something against quick disengage
bras.
Why Miss Munoz...Julia...aren't you going to start the lesson?"
"Certainly, Bert. I think the Pythagorean Theorem would be a nice
place to start, but I need some props to demonstrate." Her hand
roved down to his jeans and unfastened his belt and zipper with
quick, agile actions.
His own hands were not still. "Since the classroom is so hot, let
me take care of that for you." He stood and faced Julia to allow
her better access to the snaps on his jeans, and Bert began undoing
the remaining buttons on his teachers blouse. He slipped it over
her shoulders and at the same time she managed to free him from his
pants.
Bert was learning the intricacies of women's clothing. Julia's
bra landed on top of his shorts a bare second after his shorts
landed on the floor. Her tawny skin reflected up to him, and he
involuntarily caught his breath. Julia Munoz was even prettier
undressed than she was clothed.
Her breasts were youthful and firm with slightly upturned
nipples. The tiny mushrooms of flesh cresting each tit pointed up
in wanton invitation at him. The brown of her skin occluded the
ruddy plain of her aureole, but the nipple took on the aroused red
he had come to associate with arousal in his sex partners. Bert
hadn't been able to check out Alana in the safelight illuminated
darkroom, but Robin's nipples always seemed to glow and radiate
with an inner heat of their own.
So did Julia's.
He stripped off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and socks and
stood naked before his half-naked teacher. She nuzzled her face
into his crotch. To aid her, he knelt, placing a knee on either
side of her body, as she leaned back on the couch. Julia began to
kiss and lick his still limp penis. The slumbering giant began to
stiffen, grow larger and more manly under the juicy oral
attentions.
In a matter of minutes, Bert's hard-on jerked out at a thirty
degree angle from his stomach.
Julia said, in a professional voice, "The Pythagorean Theorem
states that the angle of the dangle is equal to the square of the
heat of the meat added to..."
He cut her off by finishing"...the secant?"
She stared up, mind fogged with thougts of sex. "Secant? Oh, see
cunt..." Julia reached down and unbuttoned her short skirt and
kicked free from it. Panty hose and incredibly brief panties
followed.
Bert remained on his knees straddling his now mother-naked
teacher. His view of her cunt was nice. And the boy couldn't help
but see that it was sluggishly flowing out its lust for him on the
sofa. A finger descended experimentally and glided along Julia's
sex slash. Wettened, Bert thrust the finger up into the woman's
cunt.
She wiggled and moaned, "Oh, more, do it some mooore, Bert!"
He added another finger and continued to stir her bubbling
cauldron of carnality.
Julia reached out, grabbed two handfuls of his ass and pulled his
crotch close to her mouth. In doing this, Bert couldn't keep his
fingers surging into and around inside her cunt.
He moved his hands to her upjutting tits. With powerful squeezing
motions, he compressed the already firm flesh and elicited a long,
heartfelt moan of sheer pleasure from his teacher's lips. She
abandoned all attempts at shoving his prick into her mouth. Julia
was too intent on the incredible feelings surging into her chest
from where Bert manipulated her tits.
Bert used his twin handholds to pull Julia forward. His hairy
thighs conveniently placed, he massaged the nipples by dragging
them up and down along the top of his thighs. The feeling of skin
to skin friction coupled with the hair tickling and stimulating her
sensitive nubbins of flesh caused Julia to cry, "Fuck me, Bert, oh
please, my cunt needs you! FUCK MEEEEEE!"
Bert relished the feel of power over his Latin beauty. As passion
flared across her features, Julia Munoz became even more beautiful.
She just may have been the most georgous creature he had ever seen,
aroused and arousing. his cock began to strain and throb with
increased vigor, desperately needing to be encased in her tight
love tunnel.
The erstwhile photographer slipped off the sofa and stood to
survey the scene. Julia reached up and grabbed his cock as if to
insure that he wouldn't run off. As if he wanted to!
The only logical place he could see to take Julia was on the
coffee table. Bert quickly swept the litter of magazines and his
drink from the smooth glassy surface, then guided her over to the
table. His teacher went without a word of protest. She positioned
herself so that her ass was barely on the table. When julia opened
her legs, her gushing cunt was fully exposed to his granite hard
rod.
Bert continued his attentions to Julia's fabulous tits. He began
to rotate them, acting as if he would tear them from her body. One
he rotated in counter-clockwise direction, the other he moved
clockwise. Julia bucked and continuously groaned as the carnal
waves surged through her body, tormenting her and forcing pursed
lips to beg for more, ever more.
"Get in me, Bert. Fuck me!"
She had regained her grip on his prick. Using this, Julia pulled
him to her gated of desire. Feeling the blood warmed head of his
prick push against her libia triggered an orgasm in the passionate
woman. She was a hot one, to hot for some to handle.
Bert could stick in there with the best of them and would! He did
not rush forward, blindly ramming his cock into her boiling hot
channel. He advanced a millimeter at a time, his entry gradual and
excruciating torture for the or gasm racked woman. As she drifted
down from her first or- gasm, Bert brushed his cock against her
clit and set off a- nother shuddery, shaking climax in her body.
Only the head of Bert's cock rested inside the scalloped pink
inner lips of her cunt. But the head seared and chared him until he
was sure that he'd be possesser of a melted cock when this fiery
lovemaking was over and done.
But it wasn't over and done yet. He wanted to make Julia come
again. He reveled in the feeling of power over the woman, how he
controlled her. And above all, the wonderous feelings in his own
body granted by sex made him want to prolong the session as long as
possible.
He bent forward and kissed the slightly domed belly hea- ving up
and down on the coffee table. Julia's passions were running wild
now; she could not control her body at all. Her eyes were opened
but glazed with the intense lust that flooded her senses.
Incoherant moans and phrases gushed from her mouth and Bert knew
that Julia could be ignited again and again. Here was one chick
that could run through any number of orgasms and beg for more.
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 a- roused, 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
delictible 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 tea- cher 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."
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