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Bert, Chapter Six
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Chapter 6
Bert and Cruncher were sitting in the cafeteria trying
vainly to digest the rotten fare that had been passed off
as food that day. Cruncher had a way with words, could be
excruciatingly descriptive when the mood moved him. Looking
at the creamed corn puddled on his tray, he had grumbled
"Dog vomit" and pretty well killed anyone else's enjoyment
of the food, if there had been anyone else at the table
with an iron stomach who could have eaten and enjoyed such
a poor meal. When he had almost finished his meal, leaving
the creamed corn, Cruncher loudly proclaimed, "This is the
only goddamn place I know where they buy army-surplus can-
ned leftovers.
Bert hadn't been able to eat much, a combination of lack
of appetite and no great desire to get sick on the food.
He said, "Hey, Crunch, could we talk for a couple of min-
utes? In private?"
"Sure, kid. Always glad to help you out."
The giant shoved his chair back, and Bert trailed after
his letterjacket clad friend. They went outside and sat
down on the ridiculous fountain made from four thousand
beer cans and coat hangers that the previous year's senior
class had given the school.
"What can I do for you?"
"It's about Carole." Bert took a deep breath and contin-
ued before he lost his courage. "I'm still hung up on that
chick. I've found some really dynamite foxes, but it's
Carole that I want. It's an obsession. I just can't kick
it."
Cruncher looked at his friend, edged away slightly as if
he were afraid Bert would do him bodily harm and said, "I
got a confession Bert. I told you all that about Carole be-
cause I was trying to get in her pants. You know? I didn't
want you cutting in on my territory." He looked repentant.
Bert only looked stunned. "Cut in on your territory? Me?
The zero in the equation when it comes to girls?"
Cruncher shook his head. "Zero, my ass! Alana keeps
dropping hints all over the place about what you two did in
the darkroom, and I'm not blind. You've got something BIG
going with Miss Munoz. No chick looks at a guy like she
looks at you without something heavy going on. With Alana
on the hook and Miss Munoz chasing after your tender
young bod, why worry about Carole? Hell, take the best you
can get and forget about Miss Iceberg."
"I'm not putting you on. This is the gospel truth. I did
everything I could think of, and I couldn't get to first
base with her. She's even dumped Tony. I don't know what
kind of trip she's on. Seems absolutely frigid. Won't put
out for anybody, makes the guys come begging to her. And
then she only picks the suckers with lots of bread or tons
of prestige."
"And...?" Bert was curious to see what Cruncher's ap-
praisal of the girl was. He had noticed the same thing.
Carole would go after someone with lots of prestige or
money - or both - then drop them suddenly without any warn-
ing. And, although quite a few had bragged about actually
fucking her, there was a ring of bravado and maschismo to
the tales that didn't ring true.
"To tell you the truth, Bert, she's a cock teaser. She
gets he jollies stringing a guy along, getting him hot and
primed, then pulls the rug from under him. She'll walk off,
leaving the sap with a hard-on and laughing at how easy it
was to humiliate him."
Crunch shrugged his massive shoulders. "My advice, Bert.
Leave her alone. She didn't think a football jock was worth
her trouble - I doubt she'd ever consider a high school
newspaper photographer would be worth the trouble. And even
if she did go out with you, it would be heartbreak hotel
time. You know what I mean?"
Bert nodded. Carole van der Hoff did fit into the classic
pattern of a cock teaser and he had heard the rumors of
what she did to her dates but there was an elemental at-
traction. Bert refused to give up on the frigid chick and
besides, he had plan.
"Thanks, Crunch. I've still got the hots for her, though.
But I've an idea which'll maybe get me a date."
Cruncher Hiatt smirked. "What ya gonna do, ball her old
lady?" He laughed uproariously at the idea. He laughed e-
ven harder when he heard Bert's reply.
"That's not such a bad idea, Crunch. Not bad at all."
Bert wasted no time after school. He hurried over to the
van der Hoff residence. He knew Carole wasn't there because
this was the night she stayed late at the school for cheer-
leader practice. Bert walked up the steps to the front door
and started to ring, then changed his mind. He tried the
doorknob and found it securely locked. On impulse, he went
around to the back yard and checked th sliding glass door.
It was open. With the way clear, Bert crept into the
house. The record player was blaring out a Linda Ronstadt
album. Bert would have stayed to listen to the dulcet,
melodic tones of "Love Has No Pride" but he had bigger
things on his mind...and in his pants.
The hissing of water from the bathroom indicated that
Robin was busily taking a shower. Bert quickly checked
through the house, just on general principles. He didn't
want to get caught with this little act, not that it mat-
tered that much to him. To his future with Carole, yes, it
did matter, but otherwise, he had nothing to lose.
He opened the bathroom door slightly and looked into the
steamy interior. The mirrors were fogged from the high
humidity in the small room. Perfect. He quickly discarded
his clothes and dumped them in the hall, then slipped
quietly through the door. The heat and water droplets sus-
pended in the air assailed the youth instantly. The subtle
fragrances of the shampoo Robin used took a few seconds to
insinuate themselves into his overloaded queue of sensory
inputs.
He opened the bathroom door slightly and looked into the
steamy interior. The mirrors were fogged from the high
humidity in the small room. Perfect. He quickly discarded
his clothes and dumped them in the hall, then slipped
quietly through the door. The heat and water droplets sus-
pended in the air assailed the youth instantly. The subtle
fragrances of the shampoo Robin used took a few seconds to
insinuate themselves into his overloaded queue of sensory
inputs.
The translucent shower door prevented Bert from a good,
clear view, but the partially obscurred view was far more
exciting. It left a lot to his imagination, and he let that
run rampant. The plastic in the door was a ripply sea green
duplicating the ocean waves thundering against the beach.
Bert could picture the scene; the color was perfect, the
sound of the water hissing inside the stall fitted
beautifully.
But that wasn't the beautiful fit Bert truly desired. He
wanted the fit of Robin's man trap around his cock. The on-
ly way he could get that flashing figure wrapped around his
was to climb into the stall with her. Standing in the moist
atmosphere of the room and just looking wouldn't do it for
him.
He yanked the door open and jumped inside before much of
the water jetting down from the nozzle could find its way
onto the floor outside the shower. Robin was looked glori-
ous naked and totally wet. She appeared to Bert as some
form of water nymph come alive from the dry, dusty mytholo-
gy books.
"BERT!" she shrieked. "What are you...I mean...wha...?"
The woman was confused and tried to back away, an impossi-
bility in the narrow confines of the stall. With an ages
old reflex, she tried to cover her snatch with one hand,
her glistening boobs with the other.
"Hi, Robin. Fancy meeting you here. I was just passing
by and thought I'd drop in."
"Get the hell out of here!" The woman's initial shock was
replaced with fury.
"Why? I thought you might like some company. Terribly
lonely in these tropical countries. No one speaks the
language, and all you have to eat are bananas."
"Bert!" she snapped. "Get out of my shower."
"Sure, Robin. Eventually." His hands had reached out and
grasped her around the waist. Slippery with soap, his
caresses became liquid and lightning fast. Bert applied
more pressure to offset the lack of friction. He liked the
feel of naked skin under his fingers, ever wet skin as long
as it was female.
He edged closer and pressed his body to hers. Robin
attempted to shove him away but rapidly discovered what the
boy already had. Wet skin is incredibly slippery. She suc-
ceeded in wrapping her arms about his body and nothing
else.
Bert availed himself of two convient handholds. He reach-
ed behind Robin and grabbed her silky cheeks and inserted
his fingers deep in the crease of her buttocks. Using this
leverage to his advantage, the youth pulled the older woman
to his body and kissed he deeply.
Robin's protests died instantly. She felt the inch by
inch rise of his prick between her damp legs as his excite-
ment grew. Bert's tongue slipped between her lips and began
frolicking in her mouth, teasing and taunting her tongue,
playing hide and seek, drawing it out. Her lassitude began
to evaporate and, in spite of herself, she found that her
crotch was becoming wet. Not from the stinging rain hammer-
ing down from the showerhead but from her own lust.
Prick sticking up into her loins, nudging gently at her
portals, tongue lolling inside her mouth and a wiggly fin-
ger insistently moving up her anus, Robin found herself im-
paled three different ways. She couldn't escape if she
wanter to do such a silly thing. Why pass up such an erot-
ically interesting encounter?
The woman began to respond to the deep, long kiss that
Bert had been lavishing on her. Robin's slender oral digit
of taste chased Bert's back into his mouth and the hide and
seek game continued, in both mouths this time instead of
just one.
Holding the woman close to his body, Bert felt the twin
points of her breasts begin to poke harder and harder into
his naked chest. As Robin's need for him flourished, the
tiny cherry beacons mounted on her snow white tits hardened
into tiny pebbles.
The photographer pulled Robin even closer, using his
fleshy handholds to good effect. He tried to get a second
finger up her asshole but failed. He had to be content with
the one already reposing there, wiggling and tickling the
woman's interior tissue.
Robin's feet slipped apart slightly on the wet tile floor
and exposed her golden matted snatch. Bert twisted slightly
on the wet tile, bent his knees and leaned against the wall
the nozzle squirting out water over his shoulder. The feel
of warm water was sensuous, made his skin tingle and feel
more alive than it ever had. He saw instantly that between
his threefold ministrations and the spray of water, Robin
was really getting turned on.
Bert slid his feet between Robin's legs, checked to make
sure he was firmly braced, then pulled the woman toward his
stiff rod. Guiding her with the finger he had embedded in
her ass, he moved her forward and lifted. Carole's mother
spread slightly wider and impaled herself on Bert's already
wet spike of flesh jutting upward from his loins. As she
she settled down with a contented sigh, Bert felt an in-
tense pressure against his legs and shoulders.
He had to support the weight of both their bodies, not
that he minded in the least! At first, Robin's twitching
and bouncing on his manstalk was uncomfortable. The water
deprived her natural lubricants of their oily properties,
but Robin was so lost in the throes of fucking that her
cunt fountained out almost as much liquid as did the raging
showerhead.
She was soon properly lubricated and was sliding up
and down on Bert's pole with little resistance. With the
water tumbling around them, drenching them and making their
naked skin gleam and glisten. He wished he had his camera.
What a shot this would make!
The warm waterfalls trickled down his body and seemed to
return him to a prenatal condition. He was buried in a wo-
man's belly attempting to shove his dick all the way to her
womb, he was surrounded by warm, amniotic fluid, and he was
sensually rocked on the waves of passion that flooded his
body.
Bert was content to remained propped in the stall, wiggle
his finger in its tight glove-like slot, feel the friction
mount on his staff and just let the water engulf him.
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 hunger-
ing 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 e-
rectile tissue and volted savage lightning blasts through-
out 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 e-
ver 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' job and proba-
bly 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 over-
coming 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 pre-
vented the woman from bouncing back up by pressuring her
body with the finger in her ass. Through the delicate in-
ternal 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 con-
tinued 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 con-
tractions became more violent and Bert found himself un-
able to retain control.
His balls, which had been quivering and begging for car-
nal 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 en-
tirely. 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 con-
vient 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 wild-
ly 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 a-
round 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 re-
fuses 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 ne-
ver come close to learning all your tricks.
"But you still want a date with Carole." She read the an-
swer in his eyes. "And if I agree, you'll stick this lovely
cock inside of me again?" She reached between them and
stroked the cock that was lengthening little by little.
"Yep. All afternoon ling, all night long. Until you beg
me to stop. If that is what you want. What about it?"
"I'll think about it." Then she kissed him and cut off
further discussions.
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