Dean Redux by Gomez

Well, it's that time of year. The academic year is about to begin, faculty and department meetings are in full swing, and we're getting ready to kick off another year, replete with the joys and annoyances of college life. One of the signature events at our school is the faculty barbecue, which is held around the pool at the president's house. It's good to see old friends after a summer absence; sometimes it's even better to see old enemies.

After chatting with the president and her husband I made my way to the pool. I'd spent the summer working on some Latin manuscripts in Italy—not too hard, mind you, but enough to justify the college grant. Despite the fabulous food I'd managed to tone up a bit more. It must've been all the walking I'd done to shake off the cobwebs from the archives. An open, coral linen shirt was around my shoulders, and a patterned, raw silk sarong covered (just barely!) my hips. I'd picked up the cutest little bikini in Italy that I'd been dying to try out. It was had a faintly Etruscan motif in purple on a golden, sueded material. Strings at the side held the bottoms together; my full, ripe breatsts snuggled in the top. It really set off well with my red hair and green eyes.

After saying hello to a few folks I found a chaise lounge. Just before I laid down, Barbara, our dean, walked up. She was brunette with long hair worn up, showing a healthy tan. She stood about 5'8” and weighed about 130 or so. Her breasts were full and ripe, and she was none too pleased to see me.

“Welcome back Zoë,” she said without any trace of sincerity. “I see you worked on your tan. Any luck with the manuscript?” she asked.

“It's always soooo good to see you, Barbara,” I replied. My breathing was getting shallower and more rapid.

“Good. I'd hate to think you were wasting the college's money,” she responded, eying me up and down, taking in my physique.

Enough was enough. “Barbara, let me cut to the chase. If you don't back off and stay out my way, I'm going to finish what I started last year. Do you understand me?” I asked.

“I was so hoping you'd be game, dear. Come with me, if you're up to it,” she said as she walked back toward the cabaña. Her hips swung with authority and arrogance, the sunshine reflecting off the silver-gray bikini with subtle snakeskin pattern she wore.

I followed Barbara to the cabaña. She opened the door and I walked into a large room with comfortable furniture. The door closed and the lock clicked. Turning around, I was face to face with her. Our noses were but inches apart. We glowered at one another, out breathing rapidly increasing. I untied my sarong and tossed it aside. My blouse joined it. Without a word we slammed into one another, the only noise our straining to score the advantage. Barbara, much as I loathed her, excited me. Her perfume, the feel of her firm, full woman's body, her strength, and beauty aroused me.

We struggled against one another. The opposition of forces, the mutual and intense dislike came to the surface as she kneed me in my cunt. Following up quickly, Barbara grabbed my left wrist, twisted it behind me, and jammed up behind my neck; she forced me to my knees. Quickly reversing herself she kicked me in the stomach a couple of times. Rather than letting me fall forward, Barbara placed her foot against my chest and pushed me backward. She mounted me and slapped me a few times. I was stunned. She must've been preparing for this. Instead of wasting my energy I bided my time. I didn't like it. I wanted to beat her. I held back.

Barbara slid her hips forward as I began to struggle a bit. She mounted may face and started grinding away. She just couldn't resist a quick domination. The light reflecting off the taut, silver gray, snakeskin glimmered. She was already wet, I could smell the mixture of her womanhood, the dripping juices in her cunt mixing with the smell of her new bikini.

She rode away, alternately squeezing with her hips and grinding with her cunt. Sliding back and forth across my mouth and face, Barbara leaned back a bit to begin pinching and massaging my nipples. Okay, I was enjoying all of this at some level, but not enough to put up with it. I continued my weak, wan struggle—I didn't want her thinking I'd given up, merely that she'd stunned me.

Confident, she turned about, planting her firm ass in my face. Barbara was focusing on my cunt. She wanted to bring me to climax and cum in face. What better way of demonstrating her dominance?

Leaning forward, Barbara squeezed my head eve harder. I thought it would burst. My hips were shaking just a bit, an act to convince her that her fingers under my panties were working. Not much effort there, her fingers were working. Loosening her grip just a bit, I worked my pinned right arm free and grabbed a handful of ass, digging my nails in that shapely right cheek. Barbara screamed and let me free. I hadn't broken the skin, just surprised her.

Getting up, I was a bit woozy. Barbara massaged her right butt cheek and glared at me. I had to suppress the desire to giggle. I failed, and she charged in offended dignity. I didn't have enough time to step aside, so I ducked and put my shoulder into her stomach, knocking me to the ground, and the wind out of Barbara. Seeing my opening I scissored her waist and squeezed her for all I was worth. I really wanted to attack her cunt or tits, but I restrained myself and focused on destroying her stomach.

Crying out, Barbara clawed at my legs. I only squeezed harder. Giving one last hard one, I got up, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her to her feet. I buried my fist in Barbara's stomach as hard as I could. She doubled over and I paid her back with her own medicine, pulling her arm behind her and driving her wrist behind her neck. Instead of working behind her I attacked her stomach again by driving my knee into her. Barbara dropped to her knees.

Grabbing Barbara's beautiful brunette hair I pulled her to all fours and executed a standing head scissors. Towering over the dean I grabbed her silvery panties and yanked up between her cheeks, exposing them to my stinging slaps. Barbara struggled, but she was getting weaker. I squeezed her neck even harder. Her arms gave out. Releasing my scissor hold, she fell to her face.

Pushing Barbara over I exacted my revenge. She was panting and fighting back tears as I lowered my still sensitive and even wetter cunt on her face. Doing a reverse face sit, I ground away. I loosed the strings on my bikini panties and put my thickening, slick labia on her lips. “Satisfy me,” I commanded her.

Barbara complied and licked me in ways that I hadn't been licked. I was in heaven. Humping her face harder, I grabbed at Barbara's cunt and pulled her panties up between her own juicy lips. I exploded in a torrent of cum, screaming, crying, and laughing all at once. I didn't realize how aroused Barbara was. Pulling her panties up and twisting them brought her to climax. It was especially intense. I calmed down, but remained on Barbara's face. Finally composing my self I picked my panties, put them on, tied the sides, picked up my clothes and left Barbara sobbing, rolling to her side, massaginf her aching body and cunt. Welcome back, indeed.