"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 succeeded in wrapping her arms about his body and nothing else.
Bert availed himself of two convient handholds. He reached 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 excitement 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 hammering 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 finger insistently moving up her anus, Robin found herself impaled three different ways. She couldn't escape if she wanted to do such a silly thing. Why pass up such an erotically 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 intense 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 woman'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 hungering 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 erectile tissue and volted savage lightning 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.
"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 ever 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's job and probably 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 overcoming 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?