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Story Title : THE ADVENTURES OF BERT ELLIS
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 07:34:50 GMT
Part 5 of 8

Chapter 5


	"And neither of you seem to have anything to complain about.
Just lil’ ole me, I suppose."

	Bert’s eyes snapped up to the doorway. In the open space, door-
knob in hand, stood a young woman staring at them. Bert suddenly felt
small, inadequate. But he repressed the idiotic urge to cover his groin
with his hands. Whoever she was, the spy in the door had already seen a
lot. A bit more wasn’t going to change things one way of the other.
Bert glanced down at his once proud cock. It had collapsed and
slithered out of Julia’s come-filled orifice. Her own slippery juices
as well as his creamy seed covered his penis and his teacher’s pussy.
There was no hiding that from anyone.

	Besides an idiot could have told what they had been doing.
Bert spoke, his voice almost casual. "Who, might I ask, are you?"

	"Oh, nobody, nobody at all. I just live here." The woman came
into the room, jerked her key from the lock, then closed the door
behind her.

	Bert studied her intently and decided he liked what he saw. He
may have been embarrased and bare-ass naked, but he managed to retain
some aplomb, rare in a boy only in his mid-teens.  Bert was rapidly
becoming quite sophisticated and able to handle all sorts of peculiar
situations.

	The woman dumped a load of books onto the table. That meant she
was a student, but from the size and type of books, Bert guessed she was
a college student. She wasn’t young enough to be a high schooler. And
would Julia actually room with a high school student?  The thought
seemed preposterous.

	Her roommate was as stunning as Julia, in her own way. She was
moderately tall, about five foot seven and auburn hair that was pulled
back and held by a jeweled band. Blue- grey, intelligent eyes seemed
to laugh at some joke. Bert suspected that it might have been directed
at Julia being caught as much as anything else.  Supple, trim body,
the smooth muscles of an athlete ruppling under the expsoed skin. A
real knockout, even in jeans and a baggy blouse that fell staight down
from the tops of her jugs. The boy suspected a superlative figure
lurked under the shapeless clothing; her figure would have to match
the rest of her or there was simply no justice in the world.
Julia spoke for the first time. "Bert, could you sort of let me up?
As long as you are leaning on the table, you’ve got me pinned here."

	Bert looked longingly back into those jet black eyes. "Do you
want to go anywhere? I don’t! I sort of like it here." He couldn’t imagine
a nicer location than between Julia’s widespread legs, him looking down
at her body that would make a beauty queen turn green with envy.
"Bert." Julia voice held the slight snap of command, "Get up."
The youth reluctantly did so. He slid back to sit cross- legged
on the soft rug as he watched Julia Munoz rise, grace in even such as
awkward maneuver. Anew, he drank in the beauty of her form, the
perfectly formed tits, the wasp waist, the flaring hips and luscious
legs. Her skin tone was a uniform tawny russet that made him think
that one of Cellini’s famous bronzes had been endowed with life.

	"Hi Barbara."

	"Hi Julia. Ummmm, giving one of your students a little
extracurricular activity?"

	Julia glared at Barbara, then said, "You might say that."
Barbara tch-tch-tched. "And here you were the one bitching about
being forced into chaperoning student dances. Julia dear, I’m sure the
students, male ones at least, would love you to chaperone them.  It’s
obvious this one does."

	Barbara’s blue-grey eyes studied Bert as if he were a bug under
a microscope. As she worked her way down his body and found his groin,
the clinical inspection became less and less objective and more
subjective. The boy could sense the lust mounting in Julia’s roommate
as surely as the girl had openly voiced it.

	She wanted a crack at him too!

	The old Bert would have been panic sticken. But then, the old
Bert Ellis would never have gotten the ultimate fucking of his life from
one of the hottest chicks he’d ever seen. He decided to play this for
all it was worth, and he might end up getting Julia and her roommate
at the end of his prong.

	"Did I pass disection?"

	Barbara quickly corrected, "You mean inspection."

	"I meant what I said. You’ve been eyeing me like I’m a bug in a
box." Bert turned to Julia who had retrieved her drink and sat naked
and unconcerned on the sofa. "Doesn’t she look like she wants to cut
me apart?"

	Julia took a sip from her glass, then said, "More likely, she
wants to eat you. Voracious bitch, that Barbara." Bert looked up at the
coed, casually perched on the bar. A brief instant of - lust? - flashed
across her face, then she became impassive, judical again. As if
passing sentence, she declared, "I doubt if you could really do much
to satisfy me, little boy."

	Bert quaked inside. He was being put down. Inwardly he rebelled.
This wasn’t going to get to him. He was not going to loose his temper.
Bert would be the one to put her down, and make her beg for more!
"You’re probably right. I doubt if I could satisfy you. Your cunt is
probably so enlarged, it would take a telephone pole to..." He had to
refrain from laughing at Barbara’s reaction. It was precisely what he
had expected. Barbara furiously exploded." "Goddamn! What do you
know...? her voice trailed off as she heard Julia quietly chuckling.

	Julia looked up at Barbara. "Roommate of mine, you’re the one
who’s supposed to be the psychology major. Who just lost that round?"
Barbara looked away and leaned back against the bar with her arms
defensively crossed. "You couldn’t possibly satisfy me." Bert reclined
of the floor hoping that the sight of his balls would excite Barbara.
"I don’t really know what I could bet on that. You’ve told me that I
don’t have anything you want..." "Barbara, I think he’s scoring points
against you again. And you’re wrong. Bert’s one hell of a good lay.
He’s even better than Teddy."

	Barbara snorted. "Teddy Bear may have a ten inch dong, but if you
ask me, he’s a creep. I’ll stick with Jeff. He’s not as long, but he’s a
lot better at balling than your freak." Bert said nothing. It finally
surfaced why Julia hung around with Mr. Theodore. The guy was a
fucking monstrosity with a ten inch cock. That explained why he always
wore baggy trousers. If he had them any tighter, he could be cutting
off his circulation. The brief thought tickled Bert’s fancy. He could
envision Mr.  Theodore’s prick fall- ing off from lack of blood.

	Julia shrugged her bare shoulders. "I’ll get tired of Teddy one
of these days. It might even be today." She gazed lovingly at Bert.  His
heart raced at the thought that she got off more balling him that a
guy with a ten inch prod. The boy swelled with pride and surprised
himself when he saw his own prod beginning to swell again. It hadn’t
been ten minutes and already he was getting hard again!

	These two chicks were too sexy for him to remain flacid long.
Barbara was the first to notice the rising spire of flesh. "He
doesn’t have anything to be me, but how about you, Julia? A month’s
rent on your schoolboy. If he can get me off, I’ll pay all the rent
next month. If he doesn’t, you  pay."

	Julia never hesitated. "It’s a bet. But I’m not going to let you
hog him. I get his cock. You can jolly well feel his tongue rooting around
inside you!"

	Bert’s cock flipped erect like the blade of an opening switch-
blade. His teacher showed an incredible amount of faith in him. And he’d
never eaten a pussy out before!  "Get those duds off, lady, and get
your sweet ass over here!" said Julia, putting her glass back on the
table and dropping down to the carpet beside Bert. "I think I’m going
to really get off this time. Just lie back and hang on, baby cuz we’re
going to take you for the ride of your short life!"

	Julia straddled Bert’s waist and reached down to grab burgeoning
cock. She guided his manhood to her cunt with cool, firm fingers.  Her
fingers may have been cool, but the oozing slash of her sex wasn’t.
Bert gasped when Julia shoved his tool into the blast furnace of her
interior.

	In spite of multiple orgasms, she was just as hot and tight as
she had been when they had started their initail lovemaking. Bert’s mind
spun crazy and his vision momentarily blurred with the shock of being
plunged back into the woman’s frothing cockpit. He vaguely wondered if
she was a nymphomaniac and could keep up this hectic pace forever or
if she was merely a really hot chick who just didn’t get very much.

	Looking through slowly focusing eyes at Julia’s lush figure, her
georgeous face and incredibly seductive manner, he doubted if she had
any trouble getting all the cock she wanted. Unless she was truly a
nympho. Bert imagined himself a worn-out, smoking ruin by the time he
graduated high school.

	But what a way to go!

	As the math teacher attempted to force his cock into figure
eights using only her cuntal muscles, Barbara finished stripping off
her blouse and jeans. She advanced cautiously as if unsure of herself.
Bert had a full view of Julia’s roommate. She had no right to be
unsure of herself. If his cock hadn’t been trapped inside the
churning, velvety passage to his math teacher’s belly, he’d have been
advancing on her as fast as he could. She was a vision so lovely that
Bert wondered if he was hallucinating this entire encounter.

	He had to argue with himself. He couldn’t be hallucinating because
his mind had never been able to conjure up so enchanting a vision, even in
his most erotic wet dreams. Barbara’s body wasn’t the perfection that
was Julia’s, but it came damn close.  She had larger jugs. Bert
fancied himself an expert on boobs now, 38D was his professional
estimate. But Barbara had a shoulder developement to carry the larger
mammaries without appearing to be overburdened with a lot of floppy
flesh. Her waist was trim, muscled and confirmed his earlier guess
that she must be an athlete. Possibly a swimmer with the long, smooth
muscles in her arms and legs.

	Her ass was tight and a round, compact demiglobe. No sagging
flab there. Twin pillars of leg spread slightly to betray the shadowy
region of her divine triangle, that fleecy mound just above the Gates
of Eden. Bert couldn’t see Barbara’s cuntal lips, but he could imagine
what they’d be like.

	Blushing pink, suffusing with blood at the thought of having his
lips caressing them. Possessing a slight glitering sheen from the growing
secretions from the tiny Bartholin’s glands buried just inside the
doorway to her body.

	Bert managed to choke out, "What’s the matter, Barb? Afraid
you’ll lose your bet? Get on over here!"

	The girl looked guilty. A quick glance at Julia, however, seemed
to convince her. Julia was ardently going up and down on Bert’s length,
not quite letting the purpled arrowhead slide out of her twat before
dropping to his groin. She was methodically screwing herself and was
lost in a wonderland of lust.  Barbara was increasingly aware of how
much she wanted to share that sexual El Dorado with her friend. With
alacrity, she glided across the floor and stood over 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 mo-tion 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 nipulated 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 re-
diculous. 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.  Julia’s eyes were screwed shut as she bounced up and
down on Bert’s length. She reached down and fingered her own clit to
give herself added stimulation in her fucking. Bert gulped at the
pressure on his shaft, then decided to go for broke. Julia would keep
this up all day or until she wore him out.

	Or wore his dick off!

	As she rocketed up squirting his cock from her body with peris-
taltic action of her cuntal muscles, Bert lay quiescent. As Julia began
her plummeting descent, Bert heaved his hips upward, arching his back.
They smashed together at the gentials. Both gasped in reaction to the
powerful interaction.  As Bert continued his upward thrusts, he tried
to reach Julia’s tits but was unable to do so. The woman had leaned
slighly backwards removing her milky white breasts from his reach and
bending his cock away from its normal angle of response. Julia placed
her hands on the floor as she leaned back. Bert instintively brought
his knees up and planted his feet firmly on the floor. In this
position, Julia could rest against his upper thighs.  With his cock
bent to an angle of forty-five degrees from the floor and still firmly
inside Julia’s cunt, Bert felt as if he were being ripped asunder at
the groin.

	Yet it was sweet torture. His teacher rubbed her back up and down
his legs, luxuriating in the hairy feel against her tingling spine as well
as the throbbing and jerking cock buried between her legs.  Julia came
again, another in a seemingly endless string of orgasms.  But this time,
Bert couldn’t restrain himself. The acute angle his cock was pulled into,
the feel of Julia’s smooth back against his legs, her win demiglobes of
companulate assflesh pressing tightly into his crotch, the intense con-
striction along his length, the very humid hotness of his cock’s berth
all conspired against the boy.

	He came. He came with the explosion of a thousand A-bombs.
His mind swirled and churned and was buried under tons of sensations
as his cock squirted and blew forth his load. Once expended, Bert’s
triphammering heart took several minutes to quiet.  Bert watched in
fascination as Julia experienced two more orgasms in quick succession.

	He had never seen a woman who could get off so many times in
such rapid fashion. The young man wondered if this was normal or if his
math teacher was some sort of sex freak. It hardly mattered. Bert just
wished that, if Julia Munoz was something unusual, he could find
others like her. It might wear him out, but it was an exciting and
incredibly sexy way to wear out his organ!

	Julia finally came out of her sexual daze and looked down at Bert,
her jet eyes filled with warmth and ill-suppressed lust. She said, "Thank
you, Bert, I don’t think you really needed all that much tutoring."

	Barbara quickly chimed in, "He sure didn’t! And I’m mad at you,
Julia! You pulled a ringer on me!"

	Julia slipped off Bert’s hips and languorously stretched out on
the carpet like a contented feline. "What do you mean?" "Hell, he’s no
high school kid. He must be a ninety year old Cassanova who’s kept on
looking like he’s sixteen by screwing every available chick from here
to Paris and back." Bert chuckled. He loved listening to these
gorgeous women saying things like that about him. The teenager felt
more and more like the big time stud. In reply, he said, "I’m afraid
I’ll have to disappoint you, Barbara." He paused a moment for
empahsis, then continued, "I’m missed one chick in London. It was in
Chelsea back in ‘03. She managed to elude me somewhere around
Trafalgar and I..."

	He was cut off when Barbara tossed a convient pillow off sofa
over his face.

	"Liar! But I don’t care. When’ll you be ready for a rematch?"
Bert shifted the pillow to a more confortable position under his
head. When would he be ready again? He glanced furtively at his
depleted organ. He wasn’t sure if it would ever be ready again, not
after the incredible fuckings Julia had demanded. And his nervous
energy reserves were used up, too. It wasn’t easy watching a chick get
off a  dozen - or more? - times while your dick was coursing up and
down inside her. And eating another out at the same time...

	Bert answered, "Not for at least ten minutes or so..."

	He surprised both himself and the two roommates. It was closer
to thirty than ten, but it still surprised them all. Pleasantly. 
