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Story Title : THE ADVENTURES OF BERT ELLIS
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 07:34:50 GMT
Part 6 of 8

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 minutes? 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 every-
thing 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 her
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 thunder-
ing 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 glorious 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 impossibility
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 hand-
holds 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 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 con-tractions became more violent and Bert found
himself un-able 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 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 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 ne-ver come
close to learning all your tricks.

	"But you still want a date with Carole." She read the answer
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.  


