The hot water smashed into those aroused buttons of erectile tissue and volted savage frightening blasts throughout 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-all at once.
"Chriiiiist!" she screamed, her cries drowned by the rush of the 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 how far he had come to unlocking the door into that secret and wondrous world. And all in a few short weeks. He had Robin wrapped around his little finger.
His index finger, he quickly amended, as he gave it an extra wiggle or two to make her squirm a bit more.
Alana, of the tight black ass, bragged around school that she had made it with him, when he had previously been content with just watching. If he had ever before lucked out and scored with Alana, he would have been the one doing the bragging.
Even the not quite bright Cruncher realized that something special had transpired between Bert Ellis, boy stud, and Miss Julia Mufioz, super hot and ultra sexy math teacher. If the true story ever came out and anyone discovered he had made it with her not once, but twice… and with her luscious roommate at the same time… it might not be believed.
The transformation had been miraculous. And all Bert had now that he had not possessed earlier was confidence. It took an immense amount of confidence to walk up to your teacher and openly proposition her. Then carry through with it
It took 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 wasn't confidence, that was outright gall!
Looking back at the track record 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 overcoming his shyness and radiating an aura that women couldn't refuse. Confidence was where it was at
"Berrrrt! Fuck me! Fuck me quiiiick! I can't stand it any mooooore!" 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 longer ox did he trigger off the orgasm she begged for?
He decided the best course of action was to give her what she cried out so piteously for.
As he sank balls deep into her frothy cunt, he prevented the woman from bouncing back up by pressuring her body with the finger in her ass. Through the delicate internal 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 now awaited the enormous explosion of ecstasy 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 ecstasy tossed her about. As she rocked back and a particularly violent contraction rippled down her cuntal walls, Bert found himself unable to retain control.
His balls, which had been quivering and begging for carnal release, virtually exploded, creaming the voluptuous woman's vaginal walls with his seed.
The burning shock wave raced along his cock and sprouted from the tender tip in a wild flower. Bert rocked up and down slightly, his finger in Robin's ass loosing sufficiently to slip out entirely. 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 large gobbets of his own come. "Here, Bert," she said solicitously, "let me clean that for you!"
Robin greedily licked the come off his flaccid cock. Bert enjoyed the tingly feelings nudging his balls, but knew it was impossible for him to get another hard-on from this otherwise exciting activity. He gently smoothed the soaking blonde 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 a convenient bar of soap and soon they were laughingly soaping and washing each other, the water showering away any lather they might happen to develop.
"Enough, enough, I say!" Bert cried as Robin grabbed wildly for his balls again. Having them licked clean, then washed four times was too much, even for a stud, first class.
Bert stumbled out of the shower and grabbed the fluffy 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 around 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'll talk Carole into a date with me. I don't really care what you tell her."
Robin's nostrils flared slightly in anger, her lips were set in a thin line. "I was just your 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. Now I want a chance at your daughter. And you won't have to do anything beyond that. If she refuses a second date, it's over. I won't even talk to her again and anything between us can go on. You're so damned good at fucking, I could spend a lifetime with you and never 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 stick inside me again? And fuck me?" She reached between them and stroked the cock that was lengthening little by little.
"Yep. All afternoon long, all night long. Until you beg me too stop. How about that?"
I'll think about it." Then she kissed him and cut off further discussion.
Chapter 7
Bert had eventually convinced Robin that she should intervene in his behalf and try to arrange a date with Carole. The older woman had apparently been successful because Bert had managed to creep up behind Carole in the hallway between classes.