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Story Title : THE ADVENTURES OF BERT ELLIS
Date: Tue, 30 Jul 1996 07:34:50 GMT
Part 4 of 6


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 fascina-
tion 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; maths 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 discriminant 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 today. 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 nip-
ples. The tiny mushrooms of flesh cresting each tit  pointed up in wan-
ton 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 caul-
dron 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 fric-
tion 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 orgasm,
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 con-
trolled 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 heaving 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 aroused, 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 elec-
tricity 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 teacher 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."

