At dinner I watched Nancy Gonzalez, the English teacher. She was quite a package. It's funny. You'd think getting laid with my recent frequency would have satiated me. Instead it had energized me. I was hornier than I'd ever been. Shit, I wanted to fuck all of the girls and women in the school - except for Grace Halliday. That thought was revolting even for a confirmed horndog like me.
Maybe I should use the cigarette thing on Nancy. A little innuendo and a hint of threat might work wonders. Or maybe not. It might just piss her off. I'd rather have a willing fuck than an unwilling one. Unwilling fucks are more work. I don't mind having to slap a bitch if she needs it but cooperation is easier. Playtime is okay like I did with Brandy and Cynthia. But those girls wanted it just as much as I did and it showed. Jesus, hard to believe girls that young can fuck like that.
You never know how good a woman is going to be until you get her into bed. They can surprise you - even the mousey ones. A perfect example is the time I got Bobbi McGregor into the sack.
Bobbi is the Big Dyke's right hand 'man.' Bobbi runs everything at the Academy outside of the academics. She assigns the rooms and the dorms. She keeps the duty roster and assigns the girls to their duties. Get on her bad side and you're cleaning toilets. Get on her good side and you get one of the office jobs. Generally, the new girls start with the lousy jobs. If they keep their noses clean and do their school work they can move up to the nice jobs. It's all part of the game.
She is also the discipline dean. Screw up and you have to go see Miss McGregor. Being of Scottish extraction, she has a strong Calvinist streak. Bobbi believes in sin and perdition and knows that stern discipline is the only way to save these girls from the clutches of the Devil. Me, I've always had the Devil as my wing man, chief instructor, and guide. If Bobbi wasn't so damn serious about it, it would be funny. But she is serious and that isn't funny. Nothing worse than a serious Christian. Those are the dogs who will burn you at the stake, 'for your own good.' Bobbi runs a tight ship and the girls tread in fear of her, for their own good.
Bobbi is one of those women who wear plaid skirts, long out of fashion, and starched white blouses with comfortable shoes. You would never think of her as a sexual being. I figured her for a lesbian like the Big Dyke.
One night, we were the last two in the staff game room. We had been playing a rousing game of cribbage. Like I said, there's not much to do here. Bobbi leaned back and asked me, "Marc. Have you ever played strip poker?"
I was flummoxed. It was the last thing I expected to hear from Bobbi McGregor. "Well, of course. I think the last time I was in ninth grade. There was about eight of us. Four and four as I remember. It was embarrassing as hell and as exciting at the same time."
She laughed. "I know. I was in seventh grade. I still remember those little stiff pricks. I'd never seen one before. I had only sisters and my Dad was quite careful to be decent at all times. I wanted to touch one but I couldn't with everyone looking. I made up for it later," she said winking.
"How much later?" I asked.
"Marc. I'm shocked. A lady doesn't talk about such things."
I laughed. "A gentleman doesn't give names or identifying information. But in bed he talks. That can be quite exciting."
She looked at me and asked, "So I have to get you in bed to hear the good stories?"
I couldn't believe the way this whole conversation had gone but I was suddenly very interested in where it was going. "Absolutely." I'm no dummy and I can tell when a woman wants it. I was willing to give.
"Come along then," she said standing. I followed her to her room. It was just as I imagined. There was a Scottish coat of arms on the wall, doilies on the sofa and chairs and the smell of eau de toilet suffused the place. She closed the door behind us and I heard the bolt snick. Then she turned out the lights. "I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," I said. All women are equally beautiful and sexy with the lights off and clothes on the floor. My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkened room. There was a light outside her room that lit the courtyard below. It streamed in through the window and splashed a large rectangle of light over her bed. The rest of the room was dark but there was plenty of light to see on the bed.
Bobbi came over and stood in front of me. "Tell me a good story."
"It starts like this; Once upon a time a man kissed a woman." I leaned forward and our lips met. The kiss quickly progressed to tongue dueling, moaning, lip mashing passion. I reached up and started to unbutton her starched blouse. She helped. Her skirt followed, then bra, oh so sensible panties and shoes. Another kiss and I stood back to tear my clothes off.
Bobbi lay back on her bed and looked up at me. Damn, she was one fine looking lady. Her Celtic ancestry showed in the pale skin. She also sported a fine rack. I had stopped undressing, mesmerized by her naked body. "Aren't you going to get undressed?" she asked.
"Sorry. Yes, Ma'am. Yes I am." I quickly shucked the rest of my clothes and climbed onto the bed with her. She lay back and stretched like a cat in heat. My cock rose to iron bar strength. I had never expected to feel such heat from staid Bobbi.
I covered her and we kissed again. She rubbed her tits against my chest; her whole body seemed afire with lust, the way she was writhing. I grabbed one of those magnificent tits, making her moan.
"Suck it," she commanded. I did, licking and sucking her hard nipple. "Bite it," she told me. I started softly, nipping, running my teeth over her nipple. "The other," she said. I grabbed her other tit and bit, licked, and sucked. Her hips were bucking so I put my leg between hers. She hunched her pussy on my leg and I felt her arousal. Her pussy was already wet and juicy.
'Damn,' I thought, 'why has she been hiding this?' She pushed me onto my back, grabbed my cock, swung over me like I was her stallion and slid down onto my cock. Ride 'em bronco. "God, that feels good," she said. She was right.
Her hands on my chest, she started to ride me. I rubbed and teased her nipples as her hips rose and plunged down on my cock. Jesus, but it is erotic to watch a woman fucking herself on your cock, watching your cock disappear up into her grasping pussy and feeling it at the same time, the heated clasp of her velvet walls. Damn.
I wasn't the only one. Bobbi was working my cock along her clitoris as she fucked. Grinding into my pubis at the bottom of each stroke. She threw her head back as an orgasm coursed through her body, mewling, little moans escaping her. She stopped for a second then started fucking herself on my cock again. I watched, fascinated, as she climbed again and had another cum, this one stronger and longer. And then again and again. The sweat formed a light sheen on her chest as she continued fucking me. I was so shocked by how fucking sensuous Bobbi was that it put me off my cum a little as I watched, almost like someone else was fucking her.
I didn't know how many orgasms she'd had up until then, I had lost count, but this last one was something. Her whole body went taut and I felt the walls of her pussy rippling along my cock. Her head was back and her mouth open but not a sound came out. It was like she was paralyzed except for the muscles in her cunt which vibrated like strings on a cello. Then she let out a loud groan and, like the air let out of a blow-up doll, she slumped forward and collapsed on top of me. Her pussy was still throbbing around my cock. I could feel the sweat of her exertions where chest met chest.
This had been one of the most amazing things I'd ever experienced. I'd heard of multiple orgasms of course and I'd even thought I'd managed to give a few in my time. But Bobbi had one after another, each more intense than the last. I'd never imagined a woman could cum like that. I have to admit this was the only time I have ever been envious of a woman.
Her pussy was still convulsing a little on my prick and I hadn't cum. I started to push up into her. She moaned a little and lifted her head. "You get on top."
I rolled her to the side and I rolled over on top. Her face was a mask of lust, sweat streaked and half-lidded. I started moving in slow full strokes. She matched me. I picked up speed and she was with me. Her hands held onto my shoulders as her hips met mine. My mind was still blown, aroused, whatever, by what I had seen and experienced. It didn't take long to feel my own cum rising.
"Oh God, Bobbi," I said.
"Yes," she said. "Give it to me, give it to me..."
Her pussy clamped down onto my cock. It drove me over the top. Strangled sounds burst from me, I had no idea if I even making coherent sounds as my cum rose and blasted out of my cock and into her clasping pussy. Once again, her pussy convulsed around my cock as she had one last orgasm. I poured forth my cum until my cock felt as though it was awash in our cum. I could feel it coating my balls and running down her ass.
My balls ached like they had cum three times but it had all been in one long cum. Wiped out I rolled to her side. "Jesus," was all I could say.
The only noise was our breathing returning to normal for a minute or so and Bobbi said, "Nice story. I liked the ending. It was kind of like the Flood."
I looked down and saw that we had created a giant wet spot on the bed. It was like we had spilled a glass of water on the duvet. "We better get that up."
She laughed, "Don't worry. It's washable. I'll have the girls give it hand wash tomorrow."
"Bobbi, don't you think the girls will wonder why your duvet is covered in cum?"
She looked surprised and said, "They won't know what it is."
I didn't argue. But I'd bet the girls would be giggling tomorrow at the big stain on Ms. McGregor's bed. I shook my head. She had to know why these girls were here but couldn't accept they'd know about sex. Everyone has their blind spots.
The nice thing was that Bobbi was warmer to me afterwards. Not much, since her public persona was so outwardly cool but enough that I could feel it and she knew I could. She'd give me an impish look over cards when no one was looking and I'd feel the blood rush to my cock remembering that night. Or she'd be talking to someone and make a comment about the lights at night and ask me, "Isn't that right, Marc?"
We only had one repeat performance about six months later. It was just as spectacular as the first time. Man that woman could cum. I think I did a little better myself not being taken unawares as I had been the first time. I look forward to the next time it builds up and Bobbi needs a good fuck.
I don't understand women. Bobbi has a puritanical streak a mile wide and yet she was the hottest fuck imaginable. It's funny how the repressed ones are the hot ones behind closed doors. If I could experience sex like that I'd be doing it every chance I got. But Bobbi seemed happy to have it twice a year. I guess she packed six months of cums into one night. What a shame.
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