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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.