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 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 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 continued 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 contractions became more violent and Bert found himself unable to retain control.
His balls, which had been quivering and begging for carnal 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 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 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 convient 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 wildly 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 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 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 refuses 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 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 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.
Chapter 7
Bert 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.
He studied her curves as he surreptitously approached her. The youth was not certain of his reception, and it did seem that Carole had been pointedly avoiding him since the episode with Robin in the shower. Her mother had promptly twisted her arm to go out with Bert. The boy was almost certain that this was the rationale behind Carole's reluctance to meet him face to face. If she did, she would be forced to accept the date. If she could avoid him, the girl could alibi off by saying he had never asked.
Bert's determination to make it with Carole was unabated, but he had been considering everything that Cruncher and several others had said. He had even checked a book out of the library…the public library, not the school library. He wasn't sure the staid and aged school librarian would have wanted a copy of Krafft-Ebing around. That had given him a couple of ideas that would certainly be worth trying with Carole. The usual approaches to her seemed to be fraught with nothing but dicouragement. Perhaps the unusual would work.
He certainly couldn't lose by trying. She was truly a sight that made him stiff. That lovely, flowing blonde hair, just the right shade, and natural. No bleach bottle for Carole. And her body was a gourmet's delight. Carole managed to dress for the full impact on the male libido, whether she realized it or not.
From his readings, Bert didn't think she realized what she was doing. A classic case of approach avoidance. She made herself irresistable to a male, then did every possible thing she could, at the last moment, to avoid getting involved. A cock teaser.
Bert hoped that his assesment of Carole's attitude was correct. He also hoped that he had understood what he had read. If so, soon Carole would be eating out of his hand and he would be eating out another part of Carole's anatomy.
But he had to get that all important first date. Then he could try out his scheme and see it it worked. He quietly stalked his quarry, her back to him as he advanced. Bert reached out and laid a gentle hand on Carole's shoulder. For a brief second, both reacted identically.
Bert was treated to a breathtaking vista of Carole's barely fettered breasts from her unbuttoned blouse. The top three buttons were unfastened in direct violation of the school dress code, but none of the male instructors would dare mention it to her. The few female crones that might, Carole scrupulously avoided. Bert's eyes dived like a bathyscape into the Marianas Trench of her twin peaks, studying the terrain of the deep valley between her boobs. If anything, she was better endowed than her mother.
Carole's reaction was different. She had been trapped by the very guy she most wanted to avoid.
Bert didn't give her a chance to bolt and run. "Glad I finally found you, Carole. I wanted to ask you to the school dance Friday. Your mother says you do not have a date yet." Bert added the last to drive home the point that Carole had a duty to go on at least one date with him.