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Archive name: Bert2.txt (mf, ff, teen, orgys)
Authors name: Anonymous Author
Story title : THE ADVENTURES OF BERT ELLIS
Part 2 of 8

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Chapter Two


	Bert should have been a broken field runner. He adeptly wiggled
his way through the crowded cafeteria with his food laden tray and never
spilled a drop of his milk or a blob of the gooey chocolate pudding.
He found an empty chair next to his friend, Cruncher Hiatt, and sat
down.

	"Hi Crunch. How’s it going?"
	
	"Not so bad, man. In fact, real good. Me and Laura went out
after the game Saturday night, you know? That chick is really hot in
bed, let me tell you." Cruncher smirked and continued eating.  Bert
sighed. He wished he could be as suave as Cruncher. But then he didn’t
yet have the experience with girls that his friend did.  And, Bert had
to admit, there was a certain power aura around a guy who could break
through a defensive line and toss the quarterback around like a sack
of brass doorknobs. That game Saturday had been a big one for
Cruncher. Several college recruiters had been watching, and he had
really shined. He had thrown the Slaten High quarterback for a total
loss of almost sixty yards.  And Bert imagined that Laura had been
impressed enough to let Cruncher score with her, too.

	"Yeah, some game Crunch. And Laura is a hell of a sexy broad,
too. Say you know all about things. What’s the best approach to use on
Carole?" Cruncher looked like he was deep in thought as his brow fur-
rowed. He finally said, "Carole? The blonde cheerleader? Man, Bert, I’d
say you could do better than waste your time there. She’s a real bitch.
Complete iceberg. Maybe even frigid. Bet she’s got ice cubes stuuffed
up her cunt. Take my advice and lay off her. You’d just be missing out
some- place else."
	
	Bert continued eating his lunch in silence. He was worried.
Cruncher knew what he was talking about when it came to two subjects,
football and women. If the great make-out artist said to forget
Carole, maybe he should. Bert knew  that if a football hero, a
potential All-American offensive lineman and a really cool guy like
Hiatt couldn’t give any advice on how to make it with a chick, it
might be impossible.

	"You really think it’s no good, Crunch?" Bert hoped there might
be some small ray of encouragement shining through the clouds of dispair.
"No hope at all, Bert. Believe me, lay off her. Got to get to class.
See you later." The big tackle stood and  weaved through the crowd,
his crimson and white letter jacket finally disappearing through the
cafeteria doorway.
	
	Bert lost his appetite, but he continued to eat anyway. Even if
he didn’t feel like it, he should have some food in his stomach. He had
to work late tonight finishing the photo layouts for the paper.  It
was going to be a special edition, and he had some unique ideas to
better illustrate the school’s sports program.  The rest of the day
passed in a blur of inconsequential events, and Bert was glad when the
final class of the day ended. He hurried to the journalism room and
saw Mr. Woodward just leaving.  The journalism teacher looked up from
stuffing his brief- case with a stack of papers to be graded and
greeted his  student.  "Hello, Bert. Are you going to work tonight on
that special layout for the sports edition tomorrow?"
When Bert told him that he was, the teacher continued, "Good. But
remember that the entire thing has to be at the printer’s shop before
midnight so he can burn the plates  and get it run. I’ll see you
tomorrow."

	"Okay, Mr Woodward. Have a nice evening."

	"I will, Bert, I will. Jim Elliot and I are going over to Jeff
Morehead’s house for a little poker game. But don’t spread it around.
We school types have to keep that goodie-goodie facade at all costs.
We’re not supposed to smoke or drink or gamble or fuck.  Or be human,
if the school board had their way. ‘Night!" With that, the man was
off.

	Bert sighed and went in the darkroom glued onto the back of the
classroom. He began setting up his developing pans and mixing the
Dektol and a fresh batch of stop bath. Bert critically surveyed the
fixer solution and decided that he could filter out some of the silver
sediment at the bottom and use the fluid again, for one more batch of
prints, at least. The youthful photographer checked out his enlarger
and made sure he had the negatives he needed. Most were of the
football team, a few were of the cheerleaders. Bert longingly eyed a
particularly good shot of Carole leaping into the air, legs spread
wide and her head thrown back in a wild cheer.  Bert sat on the large
counter for several minutes looking at the negative and thinking what
it would be like to get into Carole’s pants.
He almost jumped when a low, sultry voice demanded, "What the hell are
you doing here?"

	He turned frightened eyes to the doorway and saw Alana Montray,
the editor of the newspaper. Bert sighed in relief. He had thought it was
a guard or someone come to toss him out. He hadn’t bothered to get a
pass from Woodward and he couldn’t prove he hadn’t broken in to steal
something.

	"Hi, Alana. I’m just getting ready to do some layout work for the
sport section tomorrow. What are you doing here?" Bert eyed the black
chick for the first time. Somehow, he had been more of a rabbit than a
man before he had fucked Robin. Now he was more outgoing, more
positive in his approach to women. And Alana could be described as
worthy of an approach.

	The girl was alluring, svelt, trim. Her frizzy Afro hairdo accen-
tuated the slender-boned face, the deep brown skin the color of mocha. And
her body! Bert wondered how he could have ever failed to notice that
before.

	She had moderately large tits, but the tiny waste and decidedly
feminine hips stretched her doubleknit pantsuit outfit to the limits
of endurance. If she’d had a rip in the garment, Bert thought she’d
have to mend it with a can of spray paint. The shocking pink outfit
clung to her like  a second skin. And anew, Bert wondered how he could
have missed do much. Perhaps her constant nearness had made him
overlook her.  But he certainly couldn’t overlook her now. He could
see the tiny mushrooms that were her nipples prodding against the
fabric of her blouse. Bert guessed there must be a jacket to the
outfit somewhere, but it had been cast aside to reveal the almost
see-through lacy white blouse.

	As Alana leaned against the doorjamb and crossed one leg in front
of the other, she said, "I don’t know what it is with you, Bert.  Lately
you seem so...different, I guess. Something happen to your head?"

	His head? Hardly!

	"You know how it is, Alana. When you’re hot, you’re hot. And this
seems like a good time for me. Things have been clicking. But don’t
stand there. Come on in. You said you wanted to see how we
photographers worked."

	Alana smiled, ivory teeth flashing and contrasting with her dark
skin. "Man, you have changed!" She slowly pulled  the door shut and plunged
the room into total darkness.

	Bert knew the layout of the darkroom as well as his own bedroom.
He took three rapid steps toward Alana and reached out, his hand
finding a large, marshmallowy tit. When she squealed, Bert said, "Oh,
sorry. The sudden darkness made me lose my balance." "Like hell it
did. When I said you’d change, I was really understating it a lot,
wasn’t I?" Bert felt the editor move closer to him, reach out and
grasp his other hand. She pulled it up to her neglected tit and
quietly said, "There is two of them, you know..." Bert didn’t need any
more urging. His mouth descended with radar-like accuracy and found
the black girl’s to stifle any further comment with a long, deep kiss.
As his tongue penetrated the vastness of herr oral cavern, Alana
groaned and her arms encircled bert, pulling him closer.

	Their bodies locked together, they continued a long soul kiss.
Bert didn’t ever want to stop. He relished the feel of her cool skin
against his body, the feel of her hands roaming aimlessly across his
back. His hands became cramped, but he was loathe to give up his twin
handfuls of titflesh. Alana was a really stacked, hot chick, and he
didn’t want to let her escape.

	Finally, they had to break apart in order to catch their breath.
Alana said in her husky, sultry voice, "Man, have  you changed!" "For
the better?" Bert asked, as his now numble fingers began unfastening
the buttons on Alana’s fragile blouse. He felt the girl returning the
favor and, soon, they were both naked to the waist.  He gripped the
girl to him again, this time powerfully crushing her body against his.
The  kiss was electric. Scintillatiing current flowed magnically
between them. He felt the sharp points of her compressed tits poking
into his chest. As the girl’s passion mounted, her nipples became
hareder and tried to spear holes in the photographer’s chest.

	Bert allowed one hand to wander down inside the waist band of
his editor’s slacks, and he grasped a handful of black ass. Slowly,
methodically, he began massaging and kneading the globe of flesh as he
pulled her ever so closer to him. He felt the girl’s mound grind up
against his hardon, then eventually begin to rotate around and around
testing his self-control to the utmost. With Alana running a- gainst
the sensitive underside, it took all of his concen-tration to keep
from ejaculating.

	But he was learning. He kept his attention focused on her lucious
mouth, her lust-hardened nipples gouging into his smooth chest, the
handful of asscheek he was playing with. He tried to ignore the little
campfire in his groin that was threatening to leap out into a full
fledged forest fire at any moment.

	Alana deserted his mouth to move her agile, flickering tongue
to his ear. Bert felt the hot, quick breath on his earlobe, thrilled to
the sensation of the snake-quick thrusts of her oral digit plunging into
his ear channel. When she began to nibble and gnaw lightly on his ear,
Bert muttered, "I need you, Alana. I want you more than I have anyone
else before."

	"No, Bert, no... I don’t want to get pregnant."   

	While she was making her protestations, Bert was orally working
on her ears. It was quickly apparent this was an extremely erogenous
zone for her. The black editor could barely gasp out her incoherent
protests when Bert huskily whispered, "I can take you in the rear.
Bend over and let me get those fancy pants off you!" Alana was beyond
being able to control her body’s needs and desires. She allowed Bert
to slowly strip her in the darkroom. All the time he was fumbling with
the zippers and snaps, he kissed her trim, slightly rounded belly.

	When his tongue found the deep depression of her navel, he
slowly, languorously lapped and licked around it, leaving a trail of
saliva that could have glistened had their activities been spotlighted.
Alana lifted her left foot, then her right, and slipped free of her
clothing to stand totally naked in front of Bert. His hands and tongue
knew she was unclothed; he wanted to see her in full naked, gleaming
blackd glory. He reached up and turned on the safelight with a #10
Kodak filter in it. The room was immediately cast in the dim
yellow-orange light, and Bert could see Alana for the first time.

	Really see her for the first time. The pale orange light high-
lighted her black skin and made her appear even more exotic to him. The
very tips of her jugs were firm, hard, erect and protruding in obvious
lust. Bert silently thrilled knowing it was lust for him that had
brought the sexy black girl to this agitated state. Her smooth flanks
dully reflected the light and the saliva trail he had left across her
belly took on an almost phosphorescent quality.

	"Okay, honky studman, now you get those pants of yours off!"

	Alana’s facile hands soon stripped Bert of his trousers, and
they both stood naked and revealed in the odd light cast by the filtered
incandescent bulb.

	Bert looked down and saw his swollen manhood jerking and twitch-
ing in reaction to the foreplay he and Alana had been avidly engaged in.
Instead of a flesh-pink with red overtones, his cock looked like an
orange popsicle. When he mentioned this to Alana, she laughed a
throaty laugh and immediately descended.  "Ummmm, I love orange
popsicles!" Her mouth was soon stuffed with Bert’s cock which she
sampled with loud, lewd slurping noises. Bert felt Alana’s saliva
trickle down his length and mingle with the hair of the little sac
suspended under his prodigious cock. The sac, containing his precious
balls, slowly contracted and collapsed into a tight, hard sphere as
Alana gently massaged and toyed with it. The entire time, her mouth
slowly accepted and rejected Bert’s steely rod.

	Her mouth puckered into a tiny "O" form and started at the
purple-orange head of his cock, and she sucked her way down. Bert felt
as if she were drawing his entire gut through the end of his prick. In
reality, she was agonizingly, excruciatingly sucking his length into
her mouth, her tongue swirling and spiraling around laving every
square millimeter of manmeat she found. Soon, he felt her lips brush
against his pubic hair. She had swallowed his entire sex-spire.

	When she began to retreat, her teeth lightly scored his captive
organ, and her tongue pushed hard against his tiny pinprick hole at the
end of his rod. To counter this, she sucked for all she was worth.  His
hands roamed through the forest of wiry Afro, guiding her head as she
gave head.

	Bert groaned, "Stop! Stop, Alana!"

	Puzzled, the black girl looked up. Bert rapidly explained, "I’m
going to lose it in a minute if you keep it up!  You are too damn good!
And I want to be in you when I blow off. So get that pert black rear end
of yours up here!"

	He pulled her to her feet and gave a swat to the firm ass that
passed near his hands. He quickly bent Alana over the counter so that
her rump would be enticingly presented for his entry. He briefly,
hesitated, dipped his finger into her flowing cunt, then traced his
way back into the hot, humid crease between her demiglobes of flesh.
His lubricated finger rapidly goaded the tight, stingy anal muscle to
relax, and he wiggled his finger inside Alana a time or two, enjoying
the way she twitched and squealed.

	The feeling of power was heightened when he spread her legs and
moved into position behind her. The glans of his long prod touched the
prepared asshole, then plunged in with ferocious speed. Alana screamed
in agony as she was filled with a huge iron bar of solid manmeat.
Bert felt as if he had thrust his tool into a blast furnace. For a few
minutes, he couldn’t move; he just stood there, his hands spreading
her ass cheeks and his cock buried balls deep up Alana’s rectum. He
was in the tightest fitting channel he could ever have imagined, tight
and searing hot. He realized he should have gradually entered the
girl’s rear door, but it was too late now. He was already inside!

	Alana felt the tortured inner membranes slowly stretch and expand
to accomodate the huge male invader. As soon as the rectal channel had
resigned itself to the added masculine visitor in the hot, velvet
depths, it began to relax. Alana sighed with relief and began to enjoy
the fullness of Bert in her. She could sense the slow pulsing of his
cock as it jerked and danced in cadence with his heartbeat. She even
imagined her sensitive inner tissues could detect the giant vein on
top of his cock.

	Bert gazed down at the girl’s back sprawled on the table top
in front of him. His hands abandoned their posts, no longer needed, and
began exploring her smooth, silky back. She sighed and moaned constantly
as he traced out each and every vertebra in her spine.  Leaning forward,
he began massaging her tensed shoulder muscles. He lovingly said,
"Relax, the best is yet to come!" His words, as well as his powerful
hands soothing her back and shoulder muscles, had the desired effect.

	He could almost feel the tenseness flow, like water through a
seive, from his beautiful editor.

	As soon as Bert felt the shuddery little moans, he slowly pulled
out of her anal canal. Slow, rhythmic pistoning pushed him in and out,
and he felt the girl tense again as he slipped and slid to and fro in her
body. But this time, it was a different tenseness. The first had been
muscular due to fright, fear of the unknown.  This was a muscular
tension, also, but far finer. This was generated by building sexual
desires, needs, the powerful urge to have Bert wildly fuck her ass.

	Bert felt the stirrings in his loins as gentle feather-light
touches, almost tickling. As the frequency and depth of penetration up
Alana’s carbon black posterior increased, the sensation began to resemble
an itch that could not be scratched, an urgent need that was doomed to be
unfilfilled.  Faster and faster, he pistoned into her hot, compressed
anus and the feeling in him grew to larger and larger proportions
resembling that of having his genitals baked in a high temperature
oven.  Soon he began to lose all conscious control of his body. His
hips began to thrust wildly all by themselves, his brain was short
circuited by runaway passion and lust for his lovely, willing black
partner in this ass-fucking.

	Bert abandoned himself totally to the prickly feeling in his
groin. The flames of lust leaped and lapped up and down the length of
his tool until his belly caught fire. The liquid, surging napalm of lust,
exploded in his body and burned throughout his universe.  It spread in
an ever widening circle, centered in his balls, until finally his
entire torso was engulfed. His brain was clouded and, as orgasm
smashed through his mind he jetted tons of his fiery jism up Alana’s
ass.

	Bert rocked and bucked and wantonly ground his crotch against
the needy black rear. When Alana felt Bert climax, he was buried full
length in her. She had been passionately moaning and biting her lower
lip to keep from screaming out her desires for him.  As orgasm seized
her body and blanketed out the world ex- cept for the flaming lance
buried in her butt, she abandon- ed all attempt to restrain her cries.

	She screamed loud and long and felt the surging flood of orgasm
crash through her body and impact in her head. A brillant fireworks display
ignited in her brain, and she was completely lost int the vastness of
her climaxing body.  The winds of orgasm soon blew away, and the two
were exhausted, satiated. Bert collapsed forward onto Alana and in a
few minutes felt his cock deflate like a gush of his creamy come.

	Alana gasped out, "You are a real stud, Bert! I’ve never had it
up the ass before, but it was soooo good!" Her voice trailed off dreamily.
"I have a confession to make, Alana. I’ve never fucked  anyone in the
ass before." He sounded almost contrite, apologizing.  "Hell, man, you
can fuck my ass amy time you want! Now will you kindly get off me? In
case you’d forgotten, we’re supposed to be working."

	"Working? Working? That what we are supposed to be doing? I guess
I forgot when this black chick came in and wiggled her gorgeous ass at
me."

	Alana chuckled as she said, "You honkies always did go for a piece
of ass!"

	"Shut up, bitch, or I just might take the whole thing instead of a
piece!"

	"Promises, promises, promises!" she retorted.

	Bert had always wanted to be an explorer searching out
undiscovered lands. That night, with Alana, he discovered new vistas -
and ones which were very close to home.

Continued in part 3...

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