She thrust out the drink, then sat beside him, pressed close to the boy's side. Julia Mufioz 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 wasn't 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 the glass down on the coffee table, then turned his attentions back to Julia. She had already placed her glass on the end table and turned back to face him, another button unfastened on her blouse. Bert's view of her chest was not obstructed all the way to her navel. 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 Mufioz… 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 teacher's blouse. He slipped it over her shoulders 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 they landed on the floor. Her tawny skin reflected up to him, and he involuntarily caught his breath. Julia Mufioz was even prettier undressed than she was clothed.
Her breasts were youthful and firm with slightly upturned nipples. The tiny mushrooms of flesh cresting each tit pointed up in wanton 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 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 completely 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, warming his belly.
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 see cunt?"
She stared up, mind fogged with thoughts 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 slit for him onto the sofa. A finger descended experimentally and glided along Julia's sex slash. Wettened, Bert thrust the finger up into the woman's wanton cunt
She wiggled and moaned, "Oh, more, do it some moooore, Bert!"
He added another finger and continued to stir her bubbling cauldron 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 probing 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 teachers lips. She abandoned all attempts at shoving his prick into her mouth. Julia was too intent on the incredible feelings surging in to her chest from where Bert manipulated her tits.
Bert used his twin hand holds to pull Julia forward. His hairy thighs conveniently placed, he massaged the nipples by dragging them up and down along the tops of his thighs. The feeling of skin to skin friction 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 MEEEEE!"
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 gorgeous 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 a counterclockwise 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 gates of desire. Feeling the blood-warm head of his prick push against her labia triggered an orgasm in the passionate woman. She was a hot one, too hot for some men 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 orgasm-wracked woman. As she drifted down from her first orgasm, Bert brushed his cock against her clit and set off another 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 heat seared and charred him until he was sure that he'd be possessed of a melted cock when this fiery lovemaking was over and done.
But it wasn't to be over and done yet He wanted to make Julia come again. He reveled in the feeling of power over the woman, how he controlled her. And above all, the wondrous feelings in his own body granted by sex made him want to prolong this 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 open but glazed with the intense lust that flooded her senses. Incoherent moans and phrases gushed from her mouth, and Bert knew that Julia could be ignited again and again. Here was one chick who 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 was possessing her body at his own speed. He would not be rushed. The teenager slid another inch up her twat and felt the luscious liquids bathe his cock. He initiated a rotary motion to his hips and began screwing into Julia's flaming interior.