That night in the staff dining room Halliday made it official. The usual conversations were swirling around among the tables. Someone had asked Grace Halliday a question I didn't hear. She raised her voice just enough to carry in the room but not enough to make it seem she was trying to make everyone hear. "Marc and I discussed that today. I think it is all of our best interests to ignore gossip for what it is. No one wants to poison the atmosphere of the Academy. Our educational mission is too important. That is where we should concentrate our energies, not on stupid gossip."
I saw several sidelong glances my way. No one missed that the big dyke had just stood up for me very publicly, and at the same time, told them to let the rumors fade. I was protected.
Let someone complain about a broken toilet now. I'll tell them to stuff it. I let my chest swell a little. I looked around the staff room. I was the man.
It didn't last long. I looked over at Grace. She was watching me closely. I could see it in her face. You won this round but... Man, I could see it right there in those steely grey eyes and that almost smile curling the corners of her mouth. Enjoy it while you can. But be careful.
I smiled and bowed my head. Okay, Grace. You are still the honcho. Now she smiled and nodded, Remember it buster. And leave my girls alone. I had gotten the message loud and clear. The Big Dyke was still running the place and I had better not forget it.
After dinner, Nancy Gonzalez sidled up to me. "So, did you use your smoking techniques on Grace? How the hell did you pull that off? Is she giving away cigarettes after school too?"
"Nancy. I have no idea what you could be saying. I am completely at a loss. Somebody is giving away cigarettes?"
"I hear the punishment is quite unusual for getting caught smoking them as well," she said.
"More of those nasty rumors. I don't believe in rumors," I told her. "Unless I saw something with my own eyes I wouldn't believe it. Even then a secret would be safe with me."
"Humph. Who's talking about secrets? I don't think there are any secrets around this place. At least put in a good word for me, would you?" she said and wandered off. I watched her ass sway as she walked. 'Lord, I'd love to get my hands on her ass.'
Several other people came up and made small talk. I had been reined in by the Big Dyke in the moment of my triumph. But the rest of the staff didn't see that of course. By taking my side in public, something she had never done before, the rest of the staff thought of me as her factotum. Until they learned what had happened they wanted to be on my good side.
After a while, most of the staff had gone off to their rooms. Nancy came up to me and said, "Okay, I have something you should see in my room."
I was surprised. I'd always wanted to do Nancy. She was a hot little package but she was always cool to me. "Don't look so shocked. I have to see what is so special about your technique that even the Big Dyke folds."
Now, I don't think I'm really special in the sack. I work to make sure the girl enjoys herself but I'm no Donkey Dick. I wasn't about to miss this opportunity by telling her the truth. If she wanted to believe I was special in the sack who was I to disabuse her.
"I'd love to," I said.
I followed her to the staff dorm and up to the second floor. She closed the door behind us. She rummaged around inside her closet and emerged with a bottle of LBV port and two glasses. One of Halliday's rules was no alcohol. Of course, it was also routinely ignored but staff did try to be discreet.
She poured two generous glasses and brought it over. "Cheers."
"Prosit," I answered and we clinked glasses.
We made some small talk as we sipped the port, 'Damn good stuff,' I thought. We were sitting on her couch listening to some new age CD, (I didn't recognize it,) when Nancy leaned into me and brought her lips to mine. It was a right fair kiss. Her hand wandered down and started a middle massage. Tubular Jonesy responded like the champ he is. Nancy quickly had a hand full of man sausage. My hand wandered up and tweaked her nipple. She purred encouraging me to further explore those luscious mounds of hers, not too big, not too small, just right! She didn't have on anything under her top and I got a handful of nice soft titty. She must have been planning this or she was a tramp. Either way, my kind of girl.
She pushed me away and said, "Get those clothes off." I quickly started to chuck the duds. I was caught up in getting my own clothes off and didn't notice that she had stripped completely. I looked up to see Nancy standing watching me. She smiled as my mouth dropped open as I stared at her. I hoped I wasn't drooling. "Like what you see?"
"Damn Nancy. You have a beautiful body," I said and boy did she. She looked like a classic Castilian, lustrous dark hair but fair skin, narrow waist but nice womanly hips built for breeding and those perfect tits. A vision of lovliness built to drive a guy wild with lust. I looked up with lust and said, "Good enough to eat."
She laughed gaily, "I hope so." I had finished shucking my clothes. "Show me this special technique that has even the Big Dyke wrapped around your finger," she said.
I dropped onto my knees, pulled her ass to me and started eating that luscious pussy. She laughed and said, "Wait," before falling back onto her couch legs spread in invitation. I accepted with alacrity. Nancy's pussy was as soft as a baby's bottom and as dark haired as her head. I lapped, licked, and sucked at her delicious pussy.
Her pussy was juiced up good and Nancy was moaning and writhing about. I straightened, and brought my cock to her pussy. The couch was just about the perfect height. A nudge and my cock nestled inside her pussy. I started with shallow strokes until it was all wet with her juices and then buried it all the way. Nancy moaned as I bottomed out. "Oh God, yes," she hissed.
I grabbed her ankles and put them on my shoulders and continued pounding away. It made for a great angle and shortened up her channel so I was deep into her on every thrust. Nancy's fingers were scratching at the couch, convulsingly grabbing at it as I continued my relentless fucking. It was a bit of work this way and I quickly realized why the porn stars always seem to be sweating like crazy when they fuck this way. I didn't have any traction or even gravity to help so I was working hard to keep pounding her. But it was worth it.
I watched as a rosy flush covered Nancy's chest and spread across her tits. Her fingers dug into the couch and she was moaning and crying. Her pussy was convulsing on my cock. I let myself go and felt my own climax coming. It rippled through me, forcing my head back as I bellowed at the ceiling and emptied my balls into her sweet pussy.
A last push and I was done. I opened my eyes and looked down. Nancy was shuddering from the last of her own cum. Gradually, her eyes opened with that unfocused look of satisfaction and she smiled. I returned it before collapsing backward, drained of all strength, and fell on my ass. Her legs fell to the floor still spread open. Her pussy was wet, red, and gaping open. I watched as our mixed cum dripped down the crack of her ass and oozed onto the floor.
I'd read about cream pies and the thought flickered through my mind to have a go at her pussy and lap it up. But just as quickly, I shuddered and my mind said, 'No way,' before I fell onto my back. "Shit, Nancy. That was incredible."
"You've made a mess," she said as she slid off the couch and joined me on the floor.
"Well, you're the one who spilled it all over the floor," I said.
She snuggled into my side, "Men. Least you could do is help me get cleaned up."
I immediately thought she was asking me to clean her pussy with my tongue as I had just been picturing that and the thought made my stomach jump a little.
"Be a good boy and bring me a nice warm towel from the bath," she said.
Jesus. I felt relieved. I hopped up and went into the bath, cleaned myself a bit, and brought her a wash cloth and towel. She cleaned herself and our little accident on the floor before taking the laundry out.
I was standing when she returned. She came up, kissed me and said, "Thanks Marc. I appreciate your satisfying my curiosity and other things. I can understand why the girls like to go for a smoke."
"Smoking isn't good for the girls. I think we should direct them to other activities," I said.
"I'm sure you do," she said. She kissed me again and said, "It's an early day tomorrow."
I took the hint and grabbed my clothes, dressed and went to the door. I gave her body a last look. "I hope we can try this again sometime."
"If you aren't too used up," she said. "You never know what might happen." We kissed and I headed back to my room, humming and feeling just fine. Maybe I was liking those teeny boppers but a real live woman was still on the menu too. I guess I just like sex.
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