"Barbara, I think he's scoring points against you again. And you're wrong. Bert's one hell of a good lay. He's even better than Teddy."
Barbara snorted. "Teddy Bear may have a ten inch dong, but if you ask me, he's a creep. I'll stick with Jeff. He's not as long, but he's a lot better at balling than your freak."
Bert said nothing. It finally surfaced why Julia hung around with Mr. Theodore. The guy was a fucking monstrosity with a ten-inch cock. That explained why he always wore baggy trousers. If he had them any tighter, he could be cutting off his circulation. The brief thought tickled Bert's fancy. He could envision Mr. Theodore's prick falling off from lack of blood.
Julia shrugged her bare shoulders. "I'll get tired of Teddy one of these days. It might even be today." She gazed lovingly at Bert. His heart raced at the thought that she got off more balling him that a guy with a ten-inch prod. The boy swelled with pride and surprised himself when he saw his own prod beginning to swell again. It hadn't been ten minutes and already he was getting hard again!
These two chicks were too sexy for him to remain flacid long.
Barbara was the first to notice the rising spire of flesh. "He doesn't have anything to offer me, but how about you, Julia? A month's rent on your schoolboy. If he can get me off, I'll pay all the rent next month. If he doesn't, you pay."
Julia never hesitated. "It's a bet. But I'm not going to let you hog him. I get his cock. You can jolly well feel his tongue rooting around inside you!"
Bert's cock flipped erect like the blade of an opening switchblade. His teacher showed an incredible amount of faith in him. And he'd never eaten a pussy out before!
"Get those duds off, lady, and get your sweet ass over here!" said Julia, putting her glass back on the table and dropping down to the carpet beside Bert. "I think I'm going to really get off this time. Just lie back and hang on, baby cuz we're going to take you for the ride of your short life!"
Julia straddled Bert's waist and reached down to grab burgeoning cock. She guided his manhood to her cunt with cool, firm fingers. Her fingers may have been cool, but the oozing slash of her sex wasn't. Bert gasped when Julia shoved his tool into the blast furnace of her interior.
In spite of multiple orgasms, she was just as hot and tight as she had been when they had started their initail lovemaking. Bert's mind spun crazy and his vision momentarily blurred with the shock of being plunged back into the woman's frothing cockpit. He vaguely wondered if she was a nymphomaniac and could keep up this hectic pace forever or if she was merely a really hot chick who just didn't get very much.
Looking through slowly focusing eyes at Julia's lush figure, her georgeous face and incredibly seductive manner, he doubted if she had any trouble getting all the cock she wanted. Unless she was truly a nympho. Bert imagined himself a worn-out, smoking ruin by the time he graduated high school.
But what a way to go!
As the math teacher attempted to force his cock into figure eights using only her cuntal muscles, Barbara finished stripping off her blouse and jeans. She advanced cautiously as if unsure of herself.
Bert had a full view of Julia's roommate. She had no right to be unsure of herself. If his cock hadn't been trapped inside the churning, velvety passage to his math teacher's belly, he'd have been advancing on her as fast as he could. She was a vision so lovely that Bert wondered if he was hallucinating this entire encounter.
He had to argue with himself. He couldn't be hallucinating because his mind had never been able to conjure up so enchanting a vision, even in his most erotic wet dreams. Barbara's body wasn't the perfection that was Julia's, but it came damn close.
She had larger jugs. Bert fancied himself an expert on boobs now, 38D was his professional estimate. But Barbara had a shoulder developement to carry the larger mammaries without appearing to be overburdened with a lot of floppy flesh. Her waist was trim, muscled and confirmed his earlier guess that she must be an athlete. Possibly a swimmer with the long, smooth muscles in her arms and legs.
Her ass was tight and a round, compact demiglobe. No sagging flab there. Twin pillars of leg spread slightly to betray the shadowy region of her divine triangle, that fleecy mound just above the Gates of Eden. Bert couldn't see Barbara's cuntal lips, but he could imagine what they'd be like.
Blushing pink, suffusing with blood at the thought of having his lips caressing them. Possessing a slight glitering sheen from the growing secretions from the tiny Bartholin's glands buried just inside the doorway to her body.
Bert managed to choke out, "What's the matter, Barb? Afraid you'll lose your bet? Get on over here!"
The girl looked guilty. A quick glance at Julia, however, seemed to convince her. Julia was ardently going up and down on Bert's length, not quite letting the purpled arrowhead slide out of her twat before dropping to his groin. She was methodically screwing herself and was lost in a wonderland of lust.
Barbara was increasingly aware of how much she wanted to share that sexual El Dorado with her friend. With alacrity, she glided across the floor and stood over Bert.
He grinned lewdly at her. Staring straight up at her spread legs, he could see his earlier guess was right. The light reflecting off those twin protals to her cunt were soggy with lust. Bringing her off wouldn't be as hard as he first thought.
Barbara suddenly crouched, cramming her pussy down onto Bert's face. One instant he was sniffing the heady fragrance of lingering dope in the air, the next he was inhaling huge gulps of the woman's musk. The youth decided he preferred the latter. It was more exciting.
When Barbara descended, she faced Julia. Bert could dimly see Barbara reach out and grasp each of Julia's nipples between a thumb and forefinger. As her roommate began squeezing and rolling the aroused mushrooms of flesh, Julia's motion up and down on Bert's dick became more frantic. He groaned as he felt the telltale convulsive force of her vaginal walls clamp down on his length.
Julia had had another orgasm. But that barely slowed her frenetic pace. She poled up and down, and Bert thought he detected another, lesser, orgasm flutter through her body.
As exciting as the feel of her cunt around his prick was, the teenager was faced – literally – with a new and diffenent adventure. Barbara's turgid cuntal lips were within easy reach of his lips. He wetly kissed her. As he felt a tremblor quake through the girl's body, he knew this was the right thing to do. He continued to kiss and lick the blood-filled flaps until the salty tang of her internal lubricants gushed out to deluge his face. The elixir that greeted his tastebuds was totally different from any other liquid Bert had ever tasted before.
He decided he liked woman-wine. Immensely.
The young photographer began to slurp up the tasty fluid with increasing ardor. His tongue looped out and pulled in load after load of Barbara's cunt juices. She began to shake and quiver in reaction as Bert inadverently found her pleasure button.
The boy wasn't sure what the meek little spike of flesh was, but he decided, from the way it was hooded, and protected, it must be important. Bert turned all his attentions to that miniscule chunk of erectile tissue. His reward was the gasp of unadulterated pleasure that escaped from Barbara's lips.
Feeling such a resplendent response, Bert began licking and sucking on Barbara's clit with renewed vigor. She wantonly ground her hips in circular motions, crammed her gushing pussy forcefully down into his face begging for more of the fine tonguing he was granting her. Bert obliged. His organ of taste leaped out of his mouth, started at the woman's sensitive perineum, then wiggled forward across her oozing sex slit. She writhed and moaned in un-fettered passion at the wet, rough feel of the boy's tongue on her vaginal lips.
Satisfied that she knew where he was, Bert's quick tongue darted into Barbara's cunt for a sampling of the pooled juices lurking just inside, then continued the journey forward to that mysterious go-button that seemed to turn the girl into a wild woman. The youth raked his teeth along the clitoral length, then quickly laved the tortured organ with his saliva.