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Some of the participants in the story may be under the
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The Great Adventure Girl's Academy

Chapter IV


At dinner that night I watched Nancy Gonzalez, the
English instructor. 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 Halliday. That thought was
revolting.

Maybe I should use the cigarette thing on her. 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 just aren't as much fun. 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. Once I even 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. If she wasn't so damn serious about it, it
would be funny. But she is serious and that isn't
funny. Bobbi runs a tight ship and the girls tread in
fear of her. 

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. 

Then 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."

"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. 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 darkened 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 and oh so sensible panties and shoes. Another
kiss and then I was tearing 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
then 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 and grinding it 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
and started fucking herself on my cock again. I
watched, fascinated, as she climbed again and then 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 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.

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 then 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 onto my cock. It drove me over the
top. Strangled sounds burst from me, I had no idea if
I was 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 then 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. "Oh shit. 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 then 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. But those were the only times she
invited me up to her room.

I don't understand women. Bobbi has a puritanical
streak a mile wide, 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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