0 comments/ 120113 views/ 17 favorites Crowe's Nest By: MacQ Kacy Meris stared down at the lean figure of Todd Ross kneeling between her spread legs, and she felt her entire being quiver. The corners of her small pretty mouth curled softly in a half-smile, affirmation that she liked lying spread beneath a man. She had always thought Ross gorgeous with his full head of shaggy black hair, his dark narrow eyes, and his chiseled Hollywood-like facial features. All of the girls she knew on campus thought him magnificently handsome, and they lusted almost blatantly for him. For this evening, though, he was all hers, and she took great delight in that. It didn't matter that she lay half-naked and cramped on the backseat of his rather small foreign-make car, the icy chill of the late night air nipping doggedly at her soft sensitive skin. It didn't even matter to her that she was probably just another notch on his well-used gun. None of it mattered. She was going to soon feel the penetrating heat of a man inside her, and that was more than reward enough. The pretty co-ed could barely contain her excitement. It was as if her body had a mind of its own. It tingled and trembled in anticipation. Her breathing was quiet, but heated and shallow, and she fought a fierce inner battle for control as she felt herself nearing the edge of consciousness. She did not want to miss a moment of what was about to occur. A deep sense of restlessness coursed through her as she watched the beautiful young man fumble tediously with the protective rubber. The sudden thought that flashed in her mind chilled her to the bone. It was too awful to even utter, but it lingered strongly as she watched Todd Ross struggle. What if he couldn't get the rubber on? What if he damaged it in his mounting frustration? Certainly, she would not fuck him without it. She was very clear on that in her head. Her eyes darted away from his fumbling hands, and focused on his face. She wondered if he had the slightest idea of how much she wanted him and needed him at that moment. A long soft sigh escaped her when he finally smiled sheepishly at her, and she realized she had not breathed during those nervous moments. "Ready," the lanky young man whispered, in a tone that was as much question as it was statement. He suddenly reminded her of a mere teen nervously embarking upon his first journey into the uncharted realm of a woman. A very different kind of dread gripped her, but she quickly forced the thought from her overworked mind, and nodded. "Ok...," she nearly groaned, and waiting for the moment that she felt the hardness of him against her. "...go slowly." "...Ouch!" she cried out suddenly, flinching beneath him. "...A little higher, Todd.... Yeah..., there. Oh, slowly." Todd Ross could not harness the excitement in his loins. He pushed deep, and he pushed hard, trying to cram every inch he had into the tight, warm depths of the pretty co-ed. Kacy Meris clenched her teeth and winced through his unbridled assault, knowing that it was going to feel better once he was completely inside of her, and his persistent pushing ceased. She cursed herself silently for having such a tight, unyielding pussy. The few men she had been with had raved most about that, but she doubted that any of them had given a second thought to the excruciating pain she must have felt in the first minutes of intercourse with them. She let out a little moan when she felt Todd Ross slammed his pelvis against hers. He stopped pushing almost instantly. She wiggled beneath him a moment or two later, silently signaling that she was more than ready to fuck. "Ohhhhh, shit, Kacy," he grunted softly in her ear. "It's so warm.... You're so tight... ... ... .... I'm going to cum." She vaguely heard the words echo distantly in her head, but she didn't grasp their meaning, until she felt his body stiffen suddenly above her. The young woman's eyes widened, alert and deeply panicked. She began to buck under him, desperately trying to catch up, frantically trying to take advantage of the stone rigid state of the body that hung so still above her. "Oh, wait for me!" she cried in blind desperation. It was as if her very words were the trigger to release his molten bullets. His cock expanded inside her, the barrel of his rigid pistol jerked violently, and he shot bullet after bullet into her depths. She could feel the warmth of his sperm through the tip of the protective rubber, but mostly, she felt the deep edge of frustration at trying to prod her body up the insurmountable summit to its own gratification. Todd Ross collapsed heavily, pinning her to the cold leather of the car seat, and the reality of the moment hammered her hard. "Oooo, shit, Kacy, you are so tight," he breathed heavily, chuckling with a contented measure of accomplishment. "Fan-fucking-tastic." The words were like a savage slap in the face, a torturous reminder of the cruelty of fate. Kacy Meris blinked hard as if trying to awaken from some imagined nightmare. She felt numb at first, but then, the brooding heat of anger crept into her. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs at the almost excruciating ache she felt for sexual fulfillment. Instead, she wiggled silently to free herself of the dead weight of him. ~~ Megan Wolff pressed her long voluptuous body deeper into the night shadows cast upon the patio of the campus recreation hall. She said nothing as she placed her feet in a wide, almost defiant, stance, and smiled amorously at the big man standing before her. It served as a silent invitation to Simon Brune, who watched her with ravenous dark eyes. She was tall, nearly six feet, and very pretty. Fiery red hair that fell in loose thick waves beyond strong shoulders, big oval blue eyes, and soft pale white skin hinted strongly at her Irish heritage. She was only twenty years of age, but her over-developed body cried "woman, all woman." Simon Brune almost drooled over the magnificent work of sexual art before him. He let his gaze slide hungrily down her form, and slowly up again over long shapely legs, firm supple thighs, faintly flared hips, and flat tummy. They stopped at the perfect orbs of flesh that ballooned prominently on her chest. Megan Wolff only grinned lasciviously. Every man she had passed since the age of twelve had taken extreme pleasure in staring at the two gloriously natural gems that were her breasts. With time, and the knowledge of men and sex, she had grown accustomed to the, often lewd but always wondrous stares. The awareness of a man's gaze at her breasts now made her tingle for sex. She was tingling, and she seductively beckoned the young man forward with the mere crook of her finger. Simon Brune leapt upon her without a second thought, and so began their urgent wrestling. Their mouths clamped together tightly. Their hands roamed blindly, feeling, groping, and pulling recklessly. Brune's hand dove expertly beneath the tight confines of the co-ed's black spandex skirt, and dipped into soggy panties before she could blink. She tore her mouth savagely from his, and gasped hard as she felt long eager fingers plunge into her. "Ooooooooooo," she moaned playfully, clinging tightly to his neck while parting her legs farther to allow his fingers to wander. "I wanna fuck, Simon. Right here, right now." "I wanna feel my hard cock between your big tits," the young man countered in deadpan seriousness. "Yessssss," Megan Wolff hotly agreed, before sinking slowly into a squatting position in front of his tall bulky figure. She hastily tore open her blouse, and her braless orbs tumbled free, dropping only slightly under their natural weight. She cupped them in her palms in offering, and watched him labor to release the awakening serpent that lived between his legs. It fell heavily into the deep crevice between the two mountains of soft flesh. It pulsed excitedly at the sensation, and was swallowed whole as she pushed herself closer to his sturdy legs. The big man placed his feet wider to gain balance and leverage, and began to push forward slowly. The pretty woman pushed also. She dipped her head slightly, and caught the bulbous head of his thrusting spike between her lips expertly. She lathered its length generously with her saliva, letting it lubricate the passage it traveled between the mountainous peaks. Simon Brune threw his head back, shut his eyes tightly, and savored the reality of the moment. He was actually fucking Megan Wolff's glorious set of tits, and it was heavenly. He could feel her mouth nipping doggedly at the head of his cock every time it pushed free of the warm mass of flesh, and he groaned deeply. "Oh, yeah, suck it," he coaxed softly. He looked down to see his fat purple cock head push into her waiting mouth. Every time it retreated, it glistened with more of her saliva, allowing it to travel the tight, narrow passage between her breasts with ease. He gripped the orbs roughly over her hands, and pushed faster and harder. Quickly, Megan Wolff's pretty mouth and cheeks glistened with her own saliva as well as the sticky pre-cum he spilled. Without warning, his orgasm thundered. Creamy white sperm squirted wildly from the tip of his cock in long, thick bursts, spraying the woman's neck and hair. She engulfed the spitting nozzle rapidly to keep from being soaked by its abundant flow. She gulped down healthy spurts of the oozing goo before tearing her mouth free to peer up at him with a glazed wanton stare. "God, fuck me. Please fuck me," she begged. ~~ Erin Gault sat quietly in the dimly lit living room of the spacious apartment she shared with Kacy Meris and Megan Wolff, and stared absently at the telephone on the small table beside her. Her eyes darted to the digital clock on the handcrafted wall unit on the opposite side of the room, and realization that the telephone was not going to ring stung her. The clock flashed 11:39 p.m. The date she had so anxiously awaited was over, even before it had begun. She curled forlornly on the couch. A sad tear trickled from her soft brown eyes. After a few minutes, she brushed her cheek dry, rebelliously refusing to dwell on a moment now lost forever. She rose to her feet as if vaulted, and walked off toward the hall bathroom where she undressed. She stared into the mirror after she had removed the last of her clothing. Shiny dark brown hair flowed straight and curled under just below the delicate bone structure of her jaw line. Sparkling brown eyes were deep endless pools of wonder. Her sleek body was proportioned flawlessly, and her rich skin had a natural brown hue. The truth is that Erin Gault was breathtakingly gorgeous, but her beauty had been a curse from the moment she had arrived at Lakeland College. She was also very bright, and extremely studious, and that had only served to compound her problem. She had almost instantly been labeled as the "ice queen", and the male student population at Lakeland had avoided her like the plague. They had even shunned her initiations at closeness, and that had been anything but easy for her. By nature, she was shy and reserved at best. The attractive co-ed wiggled into a short blue nightshirt that rendered her sleek body formless, mussed perfect hair, slipped on oval-shaped wire-rimmed eyeglasses, and the transformation back to studious bookworm was complete. She offered a faint reassured smile at the reflection that mimicked her perfectly from the mirror, switched off the light, and returned to the living room. Kacy Meris stormed into the apartment mumbling angrily. She bolted past her roommate, and disappeared into the bathroom. The loud slam of the door served as exclamation to the frustration the evening had brought her. Erin Gault considered giving her roommate ample space and time to calm down, but her own need to be consoled was far too strong. She turned quickly on her heels, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked softly. She opened the door cautiously when she heard no response, and peered in at her roommate who sat dejectedly on the toilet. "You wouldn't even believe it," Kacy Meris said with an ironic smile. Yes, I think I would," her roommate responded soberly. "Another no show, Erin?" the pretty blond woman asked, suddenly irate. "Are you serious?" Erin Gault only nodded. "What a dick," Kacy Meris spat. "Unbelievable." "God, isn't there a single guy out there who'd take a chance?" Erin Gault questioned in sad frustration. "One guy, who could see beyond his own sexual pleasure," her roommate added forlornly. "One fucking guy, who'd like to cum somewhere other than on my tits," Megan Wolff added angrily from the hallway behind her roommates. The two young women broke into uproarious laughter at their statuesque roommate, who angrily removed her cum-stained top, and pushed on into the bathroom. She moved immediately to the shower, and turned it on before she looked at the two women again. She feigned a smile. "Simon Brune is gonna pay dearly for this evening's transgression," she said with bitter determination. "... ...We are in some serious hurt tonight." "God, I am so far beyond horny..., it hurts," Kacy Meris sighed out of nowhere. "Well..., we do have each other," the tall woman said, breaking into an impish little smile. Megan Wolff continued to undress without so much as a thought, and her roommates could not tear their eyes away. When she was down to panties alone, she focused on the two women again, primarily because the bathroom had gone completely quiet, except for the hiss of the showerhead. "...Yep..., we've got each other," Kacy Meris giggled nervously. Erin Gault cleared her throat softly, obviously embarrassed. She turned on her heels, and fled the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her. "She is such a prude," Kacy Meris laughed. "Mmmmm, I don't think so," Megan Wolfe said, hooking long delicate fingers into the waistband of black thong panties, and pushing them toward the floor. They slid down her long shapely legs, and nestled at her ankles. She stepped free of them gracefully, and looked at Kacy Meris whose eyes were riveted directly between her legs. Megan Wolfe let the woman's eyes study her without interruption. They roamed slowly over the plump mound of her vulva, and the little sprout of red hair there. They stopped at the little pink crown of her still aroused clitoris. It peaked from the crest of the deep crease that housed her sticky pussy. "You turn me on," Kacy Meris muttered excitedly. "Well, like you said, you are way beyond horny," the tall woman chuckled calmly. ***** Susan Blake dawdled longer in her morning shower than usual. It was common practice on days when she wasn't on the run to department or staff meetings, and as she was becoming more and more accustomed to day to day life without her husband. On this Saturday morning, the cascading stream was like a blanket of warmth, erasing the chill of loneliness that had massed in her bones during the night. She watched the water rain down on her breasts. The hue of her rose-colored nipples deepened, and they stretched to their full extension. Suddenly, she was aware of a different kind of heat. It radiated from deep between her legs to make her entire body tingle in sexual arousal. Long elegant fingers gingerly wiped away the beads of water that had splashed her face, and her eyes drifted shut. The fingers went to work instinctively, teasing the sensitive buds at the tips of her standing breasts, pushing her slowly along the course to gratification. Thoughts of Nelson Crowe crept into her mind. She could almost smell his manly scent. She could almost feel the strength of his massive hands on her. Her body shivered violently, and a single breath shot from her lungs in a soft wince. The fingers roamed down the flat of her stomach, and sank into the moist gash between her long slender legs. They caressed the sensitive opening lightly, lingering there for several moments. She pivoted deftly, and pushed her long sultry body against the firmness of the cool tiles behind the flowing showerhead. Her free hand rose to grip the metal nozzle tightly for balance while the fingers of the other hand quickened the pace of their delicate stroking. She pushed her hips forward until her pelvis was directly beneath the raining water. Her eyelids fluttered erratically as she slowly prodded herself toward the bliss that lurked so very near. In seconds, she was trembling violently as she approached the crest of the orgasmic wave that surged through her. Her eyes sprang open and her pretty mouth fell agape as the powerful swell of blissful pleasure crashed. An alarmed little gasp escaped her lips, as she suddenly became aware of the slight figure that stood silently on the other side of the opaque shower door. The raging tide within her plummeted abruptly, stifled by the sight. She stood very still, hushed, and deeply embarrassed. "What do you think about when you do it?" a calm inquisitive voice questioned. Susan Blake did not respond. Moments later, panic swept through her as she watched the figure disrobe, and moved toward the shower door. It opened, and her stepdaughter stepped inside. The pretty dean forced a nervous smile, and squirmed uncomfortably under the hungry gaze of ocean blue eyes that lingered on her body. "Jillie.... This is not a good idea," she reasoned calmly, trying desperately to regain her composure. "What?" the pretty young woman smiled. "This," Susan Blake said, with only the slightest hint of nervousness. "We're just two girls talking," Jillian Blake smiled rather coyly. "Look..., what happened between you and me and Nelson...," the woman began. "Dr. Crowe...," the young woman blurted mischievously, purposely cutting her stepmother off. "You do, don't you?" Susan Blake stared at her attractive stepdaughter for a long moment. She could not deny the young woman's allegation. No matter how inappropriate it may have been for a married woman, she thought of, and lusted for Nelson Crowe incessantly. She nodded vaguely, and let that serve as her only response. "Me too," the young woman giggled. "Do you think he knows what he does to a woman?" "Jillie, stop it," Susan Blake said, trying to force a tone of authority into her voice. "All right then..., show me how you do it," the pretty young girl said, pushing on. "I know you want to." "And, just how would you know that?" the woman questioned wearily. Jillian Blake let her eyes fall on her stepmother's body. She took her time in admiring broad but delicate shoulders and long toned arms. Her full, perfectly shaped breasts and long stiff nipples, her slender torso and tight tummy, her slightly flared hips, and her shapely legs. The young woman smiled her admiration before looking deeply into her stepmother's bewildered eyes again. "Your body says it all," she said softly, and began caressing her own body gently. "Play with me." She moved forward until she was beneath the spray of the water. It poured down onto rich smooth olive-colored skin. She turned slowly, tossed her head back, and wet her hair. Slender fingers wiped water from her ocean blue eyes before she turned and stared at her stepmother without blinking. Susan Blake had inched her entire body tightly against the shower tiles, and she could only stare at her stepdaughter in amazement, at her beauty, and at her innate ability to seduce. There had been no wasted motion, no wasted effort in her advance. The woman became acutely aware of the constant throb of her heart and the rush of heated blood through her veins. She didn't move or say a word. She didn't dare. Perhaps her young seductress sensed it, but she still stepped closer cautiously, stopping when their bodies were nearly touching. Her eyes focused intently. She raised a hand to the showerhead for balance, placing it over that of her stepmother's. Her legs swept open effortlessly, and she planted her fingers over slack pussy lips. Soft, almost inaudible, moans escaped her pretty lips as she massaged her quivering slit. Crowe's Nest Susan Blake lost her will to resist; realizing that she too had begun to masturbate when she saw her stepdaughter's eyes fall and focus between her legs again. She exhaled hard, shedding her apprehension and nervousness. A minute later, stopping was no longer an option. She fought off several quick orgasmic rushes in an effort to prolong the moment. The two women swayed lazily as they finger-fucked themselves in sexual harmony. Their moans echoed in unison as they pushed closer and closer to ecstasy. Suddenly, the young woman trembled violently, and her eyes blinked hard several times. "I'm going to cum," Jillian Blake sighed softly, staring into her stepmother's eyes. Her hand reached toward her stepmother's pussy, and began to stroke it rapidly. Susan Blake gasped deeply, and melted around the foreign fingers at her mound. She inched up the tiles as her orgasm was triggered. Her hand reached blindly for the young woman's pussy, massaging it in a slow tantalizing rhythm. "Ohhhhhh, Jillie," she moaned harshly. "Oh, make me cum," the young woman replied. They writhed on one another's fingers. Their bodies exploded, and crashed together, clung tightly, anchored by lips, and tongues, and fingers. Susan Blake tore her lips away hastily, and screamed out. "I'm cuuuummmiinngg again!" she exclaimed. Moments later, Jillian Blake spat a hard jagged breath. Several more followed in rapid succession. They punctuated the sudden bursts of her orgasms. She dropped her head to her stepmother's shoulder, and trembled through the onslaught of pleasure. As the explosions within them dulled, Susan Blake spoke calmly. "You and I can't do this, Jillie," she said softly. "I have a responsibility that I just can't ignore." "Tell me you didn't want it too," the young woman said calmly, choosing to remain against her stepmother's shoulder. Susan Blake said nothing. She could not deny that either. ***** Nelson Crowe stepped out into the chill of the Saturday morning air. He stretched briefly, and set off grudgingly on a little jog. His stride was long and graceful, and natural, like he had been a runner in another life. The truth was, he absolutely loathed running. He had for as long as he could remember. At the east-end of campus, he veered onto a mountain trail, and disappeared into the dense blanket of trees that covered the slope. The trail was well defined, and relatively easy to run. It was void of people at this early hour, and he relished the solitude, and the tranquil sense it offered him. He was almost beginning to enjoy himself when he spotted Pamela George just off the path ahead of him. He slowed his pace, veered to his left, and began in her direction. "Dammit, Pam," he huffed in displeasure when he was close enough for her to hear. The woman laughed good-naturedly, and bolted on up the slope through the trees. Crowe increased his pace again, and followed a short distance behind. Pamela George was an earthy kind of woman, wiry, with the energy to match. She was plain looking, and there was a tomboyish quality about her. Unruly natural blond hair framed a narrow face that never saw make-up, and her delicate skin was a pale alabaster. There was nothing about her that stood out. She wasn't beautiful, and she rarely bothered with formality or social graces, but she was some kind of a sexual animal. She loved to fuck more than anything and she especially loved fucking Nelson Crowe. She stopped running when she reached the tiny secluded clearing well off the jogging path. It was surrounded by tall trees, and offered a perfect view of the dull gray skies above. She leaned against an immense fallen tree trunk that split the clearing in half almost equally, and waited patiently for her attractive black colleague to join her. Crowe reached the clearing a few seconds later. He walked slowly to her, placed both hands on the tree trunk, and bent over without looking at her. "Wouldn't you ever just like to fuck like normal people?" he questioned, fighting to catch his breath. "Like in a bed." "I'm an environmentalist, Crowe. I do it better in the wild," she teased. The tall black man straightened, but before he could counter, she leapt at him, and wrapped skinny arms tightly around his neck. "Besides, you and I fuck the way normal people oughta," she added. "I've missed you." She pressed her lips tightly to his, and kissed him deeply. It was passionate, almost animalistic, the way their mouths and tongues fed together. Their teeth clashed and nibbled at each other's lips savagely. She countered every move his mouth made with her own. Crowe let her slide to her feet again, and her hands went directly for the drawstring of his sweat pants. She ripped at the string until it came undone. She pushed the pants to his ankles and stared up at the long black hose that dangled lifelessly between his legs. She licked her lips, rose quickly, and she tore all of her clothes off. "Are you nuts?" Crowe objected. "It's freezing out here!" "I'm warm enough," she said quickly, and nodded at his cock. "The cold is going to make that thing feel even hotter." She dropped to her knees, and began feeding his limp cock between her hungry lips before he could continue with his objection. She swallowed as much of the black meat as she could, and held still as it started to grow in her mouth. As it hardened, it pushed from her lips sticky and wet with saliva. She pumped her mouth rapidly, feeling the broad tip of his cock head bang roughly against the back of her throat with each thrust. It cut off all air to her windpipe, and her nostrils fared to accommodate her breathing. Crowe cupped the back of her bobbing head with both massive hands, and the woman responded by trying to push more of his cock down her throat. When he was completely hard, she pulled back. Saliva strains stretched web-like from his stiff cock shaft to her thin delicate lips. She lurched to her feet, breathing heavily. She absently stroked between her legs as she stared at the big black monster she had awakened. "I want it, Crowe," she breathed roughly. "Ohhhh, you know how I want it." ~~ "Hmmm, Girl's night...?" Jillian Blake asked with a calm smile, when Megan Wolff's sleepy eyes drifted open. "Sometimes a girl's just gotta make due," the tall redhead smiled lazily. She stretched under the weight and warmth of her roommates, and they too stirred awake. "You three are in serious need," Jillian Blake grinned, thinking as she spoke. "...What if I could arrange it?" "Arrange what?" Kacy Meris questioned, sitting up on the bed suddenly, spry and alert, as if she had never been asleep. "I know a guy who would just love to accommodate you," Jillian Blake continued. "Who?" Kacy Meris asked excitedly. "Is he any good?" Megan Wolff asked on the heels of her roommate's question. "Oh, he's very good," Jillian Blake laughed in a deliberate manner. "...Dr. Crowe." "Professor Crowe?" Kacy Meris gasped. "...Are you serious...?" Jillian Blake just grinned and nodded affirmation slowly. "...He was one of my instructors last term," Erin Gault chimed sleepily, raising to one elbow. "God, I could never do it with..." "Oh, yes..., you could," Megan Wolff interrupted. "You're in more serious need of a big black cock than any white woman in the history of the world." Her roommates and Jillian Blake broke into a shrill chorus of laughter. "That's not fair," Erin Gault huffed in a flare of embarrassed indignation that softened a short moment later. "Right now..., any cock would do." "So, why not a big...long...black one?" Kacy Meris teased. "Besides, Professor Crowe is too fine." "It is true what they say about...?" Megan Wolff chuckled seductively. "Expressly," Jillian Blake winked with a sharp nod. "Wanna discuss the details?" She looked at each of her friends. Kacy Meris nodded her head rapidly with an excited giggle. Erin Gault fought with herself for several moments, but she finally nodded grudgingly. Megan Wolff only smiled faintly at Jillian Blake, and winked devilishly. "How do you know he'll play along?" she questioned curiously. "Oh, this is just the kind of extra-curricular activity that Dr. Crowe excels at," Jillian Blake said slowly. "So..., let's talk." She began removing her clothes unhurriedly, a tiny smile fixed upon her lips. ~~ Pamela George lay atop a generous bed of fallen leaves with her legs stretched high and wide in offering toward the angry gray skies above. Nelson Crowe lay between them, pumping the length of his rock hard black staff into her with the force of a ten-pound sledgehammer. Her tiny hole was stretched to capacity, and was crammed full as well. "Ooooooo," the woman groaned deeply. "I'm going to cum again!" Her fingers dug into his strong smooth shoulders, and she held on for dear life as she rode the edge of the cresting tide inside her. Now!" she screamed. "Ooooo, shit, fuck me!" Nelson Crowe did just that. Her eyes glazed over, and stared to the sky. They blinked hard and grew intense as if she could suddenly see beyond the veil of dull gray clouds on into heaven. Her body bucked violently as the orgasm crashed. Crowe pulled his cock from her suddenly, and rose to his knees. His cock fluttered under the weight of its hardness. It glistened in abundance with her thick pussy lubricant. "Don't tease me, you beautiful bastard," she gasped hard, her eyes wild with passion. "Give it to me." The tall black man said nothing. He flipped her onto her stomach effortlessly, mounted her, and drilled himself into the tight depths of her ass. She cried out as his forceful thrust drove her into the ground. She clawed at the soft earth before her, and inched slowly along trying to dislodge to thick hot poker that was wedged so tightly in her ass. Crowe just followed, pumping her like a mad dog in heat. He pushed at her roughly a final time, and it set forth a wave of unbelievable pleasure within her. She wedged an arm under her prone body, and clamped the palm of her hand to her swollen clit. She stroked furiously as she felt the attractive black man empty his balls inside her rectum. The sticky cream spilled in globs into her hand, and she spread it over her twitching gash and clit. The ground suddenly seemed to tremble beneath her, and a tidal wave of orgasmic bliss crashed with tremendous force. She screamed out her release at the top of her lungs, and collapsed completely. She lay still. The light in her eyes dulled with every labored breath until everything faded to black. ***** Jillian Blake wasted no time in getting to Nelson Crowe on the following Monday morning. She was waiting for him outside of his office when he arrived, as he usually did at 6:30 A.M., long before his other colleagues and staff. It had just become habit since his daily schedule of classes and sideline sexual adventures left little time to get anything else accomplished. Within a short span of time, the pretty young coed was on her knees blowing his black cock enthusiastically as he barricaded the office door with the weight of his body. When he finally exploded in her mouth, she dutifully swallowed every drop of his tart seed, sucked his lance clean, and tucked it back into his pant. She smiled broadly with a hint of accomplishment as she rose, and straightened her clothes. "And, what was that for?" the tall black professor asked, mildly curious as he zipped his pants. "I've been thinking about you," the young woman replied, and flopped into one of the chairs before his desk. "I could almost taste you in my mouth this morning." "Oh, really," Crowe chuckled as he walked to the comfortable chair on the other side of the desk, and sat down. "Yes, really," the woman said, and grinned calmly. "That aside, I told you that I would be calling on you to perform a few tasks, so, I'm calling. The attractive black professor just leaned back leisurely in his chair and stared at her without offering a response, but she was certain that she had his undivided attention. "I have three friends who...require the kind of talents you have...," the young woman began. "Hold it," the black professor interrupted. "Before you continue, I think you should know that your stepmom has a...policy, we'll call it, about fraternization with co-eds." Jillian Blake peered at him serenely. It was her turn to offer a silent response. "As you can probably guess," he continued. "It's not allowed." "Hmmmm," she muttered softly. "So, how does this rule apply to what's gone on between you and me, and my stepmom?" She asked the question slowly, carefully, wanting him to clearly understand every word. Nelson Crowe recognized the contradiction immediately, and he had no answer for her aside from a slight hunch of his shoulders, and a sheepish little grin. "Well, you certainly are the exception, aren't you?" he offered. "I really don't think this is a matter you should concern yourself with," she said matter-of-factly. "She's at battle with her own demons." "Perhaps not," Crowe smiled. "But, I can tell you that she won't like this one bit if she finds out." "So, she doesn't have to find out," the young woman said with a grin. "Not yet, anyway." He could almost see the wheels turning inside her head, and it was clear to him that the pretty coed was confident about the battle of wills that waged on between her and her stepmother. She was winning it handily. Crowe felt his cock spring to life again, and in that very moment, he made his final decision. "These friends of yours..., are they...?" he asked, with mounting interest. "Drop dead gorgeous," she offered. "... ... ...All right," he said, after what he deemed the appropriate pause. Jillian Blake's definitive nod sealed the new pact between them without fanfare, and Crowe was appreciative, because the hallway beyond his office door had come to life with activity. "I've got to go," the sexy young woman said softly, and rose from the chair. "My friends will be in touch." "The blow job," he said suddenly, still mildly curious. "Was it suppose to serve as incentive?" She turned back at the door. "I don't do anything I really don't want to do, Dr. Crowe," she said, with a seductive little smile, but in a tone that was every bit serious. "...Give my friends your best, and there'll be a bonus for you when you're done. Something very fresh." He watched the sexy young woman go through the door, and close it quietly behind her. He chuckled softly, and went to work on the stacks of paper on his desk. ***** Early that afternoon, Susan Blake embarked on her customary trek through the building to greet and speak with students and faculty. The visibility of faculty administration had great importance in day to day life on a college campus. It put people at ease, and gave the sense that all is well and in control. Susan Blake was a masterful communicator. She knew how to listen, how to cut directly to the heart of any issue and exact the appropriate solution, and how to impart genuine empathy when a meaningful solution was way beyond her control. She was as masterful at the disarming of her detractors, and the doting of praise upon her supporters. As Crowe listened to the exchange of pleasantries and dialogue in the hallway beyond his office door as she approached, he had to marvel at the pretty dean's savvy and leadership skills. He was still smiling when she stepped into his doorway. The attractive woman eyed him inquisitively, and said nothing immediately. Crowe silently admired her wardrobe selection, a conservative burgundy suit and crème colored blouse, white stockings, and short heels that matched the color of the suit perfectly. He finally gave a nod of approval that the pretty dean mistook for a silent greeting. "Dr. Crowe," she greeted, with a tiny smile. "Dean Blake," he replied pleasantly. "How are things?" "Busy," she said cheerfully. "I understand perfectly," he said, nodding at the pile of papers on his desk. "Well, the holidays will be here soon," she went on, leaning against the doorframe and folding her arms. "There is a God," he laughed cordially. "Listen, can you drop by my office later?" she asked, in a business-like manner. "I'd like to talk to you." "Sure," the black professor nodded. "What's up?" "Nothing too pressing," she replied, and pushed away from the doorframe. "Ok," he said calmly. "Good. See you later," she said with a smile. She disappeared from the doorway as quickly as she had appeared. Crowe quickly checked his watch, and went back to the work on his desk without a thought to their exchange. ***** They fucked each other like it was their last night on earth. It had become the way that they initiated all of their late evening meetings. Eventually, they would get around to any business they had, but never before they expended the sexual energy that raged between them like a live current of electricity. Crowe lay stretched on the office carpet, his pants at his ankles, and his shirt ripped open. The pretty dean squatted above him, her hands resting firmly on his muscular black thighs for balance. She pumped her firm shapely ass furiously, fucking herself through one mind-shattering orgasm after another. "Oh, god, Crowe, give me your cum," she moaned suddenly, shuddering as another orgasmic blast shook her body. "I need to feel it." Crowe rolled onto his side, letting the tightly wound dean slid to the floor. She lay back hastily, spread her legs as far apart as her snug suit skirt would allow, and watched the powerful figure of the black professor crawl between them. He split the center of her drooling pussy neatly, and pushed into her to the hilt. Susan Blake gasped sharply, and her pretty eyes sprang wide as he slammed his pelvis into hers. She gave a hard push with her hips, and raised her ass from the carpet. Crowe quickly slid his enormous hands beneath her, rammed her hard once more, and caught the quivering globes as her hips fell heavily to the floor. He began a slow enticing grind against her. It was a signal that he was going to rifle his load soon, and the pretty woman locked her heels at the small of his muscular back to keep him from pulling free of her. Crowe stabbed her overheated hole hard and deep, forcing her to unlock her heels. She pressed the soles of her stockinged feet to the plush carpet, spread her knees wide, and let him have his way. The black professor thrust as deeply as he could. She felt his leaden balls slam against her upturned ass as he began to rock powerful hips back and forth. Susan Blake thrashed madly beneath the pressure of his grinding, and exploded with a scream as she felt his warm seed pour, soothing her inflamed cavity. She collapsed heavily, and lay still, exhausted. Her breathing was ragged, her face sweaty, and her blond hair tangled and damp. She pulled his arched body closer, and kissed him passionately. After a long silence, he pulled back, grinned, and settled atop her. "God," she breathed, with an exhausted smile. "Do you fuck every woman the way you fuck me?" "How is it that I fuck you?" Crowe asked, in a soft tone that was deep and rich and sexy. "Like I was the last woman you were ever going to have," she replied, aroused by even the mere sound of his voice. Crowe smiled, but said nothing. "Do you?" she questioned, suddenly a little more than curious. "Maybe...it's just the way you feel it," he said coolly. "So careful, so non-committal," she said, and smiled into the deep brown eyes that watched her closely. "Yet, you excite me beyond belief." The long black man responded by kissing her. It was very gentle, and he hoped that it told her all she needed to know. Finally he pulled back again. He rested his forearms and elbows against the carpet on either side of her. Crowe's Nest "You said you wanted to talk," he reminded. The words were like the slap of reality bringing her back to earth, and the pretty woman sighed heavily before she began. "...It's Jillian, of course," she said wearily. "I figured," he said. "I just can't get control of her," Susan Blake said seriously. "She's so...aggressive with what she wants. She's always a step ahead of me. I just can't seem to beat her to the punch." "Well, unfortunately, our children have had us beaten from the day they arrived," he said. "We've seen to it." "The voice of experience, right?" she asked almost jokingly. "Nope," he replied matter-of-factly. "Just the observation of an interested bystander." "Well, I'm the adult here," she continued in a determined manner. "And, I'll be damned if she's...." "She's an adult in her own right," he cautioned. "Don't dismiss that. Maybe the best you're ever gonna do with her is be her friend." His words went seemingly unheard. Susan Blake just nodded absently, and pondered something that appeared quite suddenly in the deep recesses of her mind. After a long moment of thought, her pretty eyes focused on him again. "Do it again," she whispered hoarsely. "Like I really matter to you." Their lips met in a long slow kiss, their bodies began to glide together, and in no time, they were fucking in perfect unison again. It was tender and caring, just as she had asked. And, it was as close to love as Nelson Crowe ever wanted to come. ***** Crowe received his first set of instructions, a few days later. They came in the form of a brief note sealed in a blank envelope, and slid carefully under his office door. He read the instructions carefully, and slipped the note and envelope into his briefcase. Late that evening, he bundled up, left his office and took a walk across campus to the research library. The main hall of the mammoth library was packed with students. Some in a frantic rush to complete semester papers while others crammed for final exams. He waved at a few students who were familiar to him from his classes. He shed his overcoat, muffler and hat, and placed them over the back of a chair at one of the tables. He, then, looked around the room as if searching or attempting to get his bearing. Finally, he moved off, disappearing among tall shelves of books. He walked on past the shelves to the twin elevators at the rear of the main floor of the library. He stepped inside, pushed one of the floor buttons, and watched the doors slide silently closed. When the doors opened again, he was deep in the bowels of the building. He stepped out onto the floor that was dimly lit at best. It was void of students or anyone else, and there was an almost eerie feel to it. The smell of stale dusty writings people found little use for filled his nostrils as he moved on slowly. The heels of his shoes sounded hollow against the dingy pale tile floor. He turned down the last row of shelves, and stopped short when he saw the attractive student there. Even though he had known that she would be, it was startling, and he felt his heart pounding. The young woman looked out of place, almost as if she had been beamed from another time and place where the warmth of the sun baked your skin golden brown, and sunglasses were a required item. She reminded him of his school days, and California, with its sun, its sand, and its surf. She could easily have been mistaken for a surfer girl in her light sundress and sandals, her short straight blond hair, her naturally inquisitive blue eyes, and her girlish figure. She was soft and delicate, and Crowe approved wholeheartedly. Kacy Meris looked up from the book she held in her hands, and smiled in acknowledgement, before letting her eyes fall back to the open page. The black professor approached her slowly, scanning the shelves carefully as he walked. He stopped behind her, facing the shelf at her back. He pulled a book from the very top shelf with no effort, and opened it. He read briefly, and then slammed it shut. The sound echoed densely on the stagnant air. He put the book back in its place, and turned in the direction the woman faced. He squatted, and took another book from the bottom shelf to her right. The scent of her body fragrance filled his senses immediately. It was light and sweet like the smell of bubble gum. He read a brief passage, slid the book back into its slot on the shelf, and then, he reached toward her, placing his hand to her bare calf. She gasped softly, but she did not move or say a word. He massaged the warm flesh gently, spread long fingers, and pushed his hand slowly up her leg. The hand stopped just above the hem of her dress, caressing the quivering flesh of her thigh. Kacy Meris let her eyes slide closed as she savored the feel and strength of his hand. Her thoughts raced, and her lips parted slightly to assist the rush of her breathing. She swayed unsteadily, her legs feeling weak under his touch. His hand moved on, finally brushing lightly against her naked vulva. Her womanly liquid gushed, signaling her arousal, while instantly preparing her pussy. Still, his hand continued to caress, stroke, and tease her. Suddenly, she felt his warm breath and then his soft lips at her sticky opening. His warm fleshy tongue wiggled inside her, and probed deeply. It felt divine, and she winced deeply. His tongue slid from her an instant before she could explode around it, and the orgasmic wave within her fell sharply. It rose again with titanic force as his lips gently unsheathed the sensitive little button of her clit and squeezed around it. The tip of his tongue flicked lightly, like the wings of a butterfly fluttering wildly. She felt the sudden rush of heat surge through her body, and the pounding of blood as it flowed to the little knob, hardening it. She shoved the book she held carelessly into place on the shelf, and gripped the sturdy structure tightly to prevent herself from collapsing. She trembled violently only seconds later, and her orgasm crashed forth thunderously, similar to the way angry ocean tides clash against the shore during a savage storm. "Ohhhhh, mmmyyyyyyyy ggggoddddd!" she screamed before moaning her way incoherently through the course of the initial swell. Her hands groped blindly for his head, pulling his face and mouth tighter as she suddenly rode seemingly endless tremors of orgasmic bliss. "Ohhhh, godddd. Fuck me," she finally begged gutturally. In less than a moment, she lay on her stomach, the hem of her sundress above her tight ass, and Crowe's long black frame engulfing hers. She felt the steely warmth of his cock poking at her exposed pussy. He placed one gigantic hand over her mouth just as his fat cock head pierced her opening. She screamed through it wildly. Kacy Meris had never felt such thickness, such hardness in her tiny hole. It stretched grudgingly around the bulbous head as it burrowed deeper and deeper. She felt near panic, but then, she felt his fingers, gentle, at her clit. She breathed out hard, and her panic disappeared with it. Crowe pressed on slowly, and the young woman did not object. Her insides began to ripple with sudden pleasure, and she pushed her stuffed little sheath back onto the broad sword of his cock. She had never been so completely filled, and the thought of being so sent her orgasm rocketing. "Fuuuuuck meeeee harrrrd!" she screamed. "I'mmmm cummmingggggg!" Crowe rode her in complete silence. His strokes remained slow and even and deep. His rhythm was excruciatingly constant, and he finally poured his hot liquid seed inside her with a rumbling grunt of pleasure. She could almost feel her belly swell with its volume, and another orgasm exploded as she thought of the black man filling her to capacity with his sperm. She crumbled beneath him, savoring the feel of the gooey warmth inside her. A minute later, he pulled away from her and rose. Cold air rushed against her gaping gash, filling the hollow hole he'd left. Sperm splashed suddenly from her, and she quickly slipped a hand between her legs to dam the opening as she heard his footsteps on the tile floor moving slowly away. The sticky juice continued to flood, soaking her fingers completely, and exciting her again. She rubbed it around her pussy, and in a few seconds, she was stroking herself furiously to another orgasm as she replayed the scene back silently in her head. ***** Two days later, Erin Gault approached Nelson Crowe as he walked back to the Humanities Building after his lunch hour. He remembered the gorgeous young woman instantly. She had done well in his course, and he had thought her to be the type of student who would make a difference in her world. He smiled warmly as he greeted her, and their conversation began. The young woman seemed nervous, but the professor thought nothing of it. "Do you have a class session right now, Ms. Gault?" he asked pleasantly. "No, not right now," the attractive young co-ed replied. "Then, walk with me, and tell me how you're doing," he said enthusiastically. Erin Gault nodded, finding a tiny smile for him as they walked off slowly. She warmed as they walked, and before too long, she was speaking without nerves or reservations. They talked about her classes, campus life, and her plans for the future. It was a friendly exchange, and Crowe was impressed with her insightful views and ambitions. As is most often the case, their walk was over all to soon. They stopped on the walkway in front of the building, and Nelson Crowe offered his hand. "This was great," he said cordially. "I'm pleased to know that you're doing so well, Ms. Gault. I do expect you to make a difference." "Thank you, Dr. Crowe," she replied with a proud smile. "Good to see you again," he said preparing to walk away. "Well, actually...," she began carefully. "I think...you've been expecting...to see me." "I have?" the black man asked inquisitively. "I believe Jillian Blake spoke to you about...," she said, trailing off softly. "You, Ms. Gault?" Nelson Crowe asked in utter surprise. "Why? I mean, there must be hundreds of guys here who'd...." "There aren't," she said quickly, her nervousness returning. "...Sometimes beauty and brains can be quite threatening." The tall black man nodded, empathy etched deeply on his face. "I think I understand," he said in a soothing tone. "Are you sure you want to do this?" The attractive young coed found the little smile again, and nodded adamantly. "Actually, I formed quite an attraction to you last term," she said, shaking off her jitters. "You're...one of my...greatest fantasies." Crowe smiled, nodded, and gave her a little wink. "Can you come to my apartment tonight?" she asked softly. "Of course," Crowe replied in earnest. Erin Gault pushed a slip of paper into his big hand, and smiled into his deep brown eyes. "Oh, my roommate may be there for a bit," she said, remembering. "Hope you don't mind." "No, that's fine," he replied. "See you tonight then," she said, and walked off. Crowe watched her go, still stunned that she was a part of this little game. He wondered what was going on with the world when a young woman as beautiful as Erin Gault had to have sex arranged for her? He shook his head slowly, turned, and walked into the building. ***** The handsome professor got another surprise when he arrived at Erin Gault's apartment that evening and Megan Wolff opened the door. He looked over her luscious body without seeming to, and thought briefly of how he was losing touch with the campus student body. He vowed that he was certainly going to pay closer attention. "Good evening, Professor Crowe, I'm Megan Wolff," the statuesque woman said in a friendly manner as she eyed the flowers in his hand. "Roses.... For me?" Crowe opened his mouth to speak, but the buxom woman was quicker. "Just kidding," she chuckled. "Come in." She stepped to one side, and the lanky man walked through the door. She closed it behind him, and led the way into the living room. He looked the room over slowly as he shed his muffler, coat and hat. He lay them on the back of a comfortable chair near the door, and eyed the coffee table before the couch. There was wine, and crackers, cheese, and fruit decoratively placed on a large platter. "Pour yourself a glass of wine, and make yourself comfortable. Erin shouldn't be too long," she said cheerfully. "Making herself beautiful for you. Oh, let me take those." "Thanks," the black man said, handing her the bouquet, and watching her walk to the kitchen with it. She was the kind of woman you really enjoyed watching from behind, and Crowe felt the distinct jerk in his crotch. She came back moments later holding the vase she had put the flowers in. She placed it on the coffee table, straightened, and took a long look at him. "Well, I wanted to have a look at you," she said in a much less gregarious tone. "Oh?" Crowe questioned with a slight smile. "Uh-huh," she replied. "I'm the third side of this little triangle." "...I see," the black professor nodded slowly as he thought about what she meant. "So, what do you think?" "You're a very sexy man, professor," she grinned. "You also come with great credentials. Kacy is still creaming over you. She's still not walking real well either." "Aaaah, Ms. Meris," he replied, suddenly understanding with clarity. "Well, I've got something special planned for you," she chuckled. She walked to the couch, handed him a folded slip of paper, and walked back to the kitchen counter for her book pack. He enjoyed the chance to watch her walk from behind again. He was smiling when she turned back, but she ignored it. "Meet me there on Friday night at about eleven, and we'll have a little fun," she said, and winked seductively. "Until Friday night," he replied in a measured tone. "Have fun," she whispered, hoisted the pack onto her shoulder, and made her way to the door. "Of course," the black professor quipped. "You're cute," she laughed pleasantly as she grabbed her parka, and went through the door. There was little time for him to ponder on Megan Wolff. Erin Gault appeared from the hallway only moments later. Crowe did a double take, and his mouth fell open. "Wow!" he exclaimed in astonishment. "Do you like?" she asked shyly. "Very much," he said with an awe-struck smile. What was not to like? She was young, nothing short of beautiful, and she was dressed purposely to stiffen his cock bone hard. The young coed stood quietly, and let the black professor look her over. She wore a sheer, short black silk robe over black, high-cut cotton panties that Crowe guessed was a thong, black thigh-high stockings that were lacey at the tops and black "fuck me" pumps. She hadn't bothered to tie the robe sash, and her perky bare breasts were visible. Crowe focused on the rose-colored nipples that already stretched long and hard. He poured a glass of wine for her, rose from the couch, and took it to her. "You're beautiful, Ms. Gault," he whispered softly into her eyes as he handed her the wineglass. His words meant the world to her. She smiled brightly, but let her pretty eyes fall shyly from his. "I'm really nervous right now," she blurted, the tension very clear in her voice. She noticed the bouquet on the table, and she gasped deeply in surprise. "Roses...?" she said softly, and walked around him to the table. "...They're beautiful.... Thank you." Her eyes climbed again, and he raised his wineglass at her. He said nothing, but he watched her closely as she took a quick nervous sip from the glass. "Are you...sure...you want to do this, Ms. Gault?" he asked slowly, in a soft, but authoritative tone. Maybe it was the words he spoke, or maybe it was just the way he had spoken them, but the beautiful young woman nodded hastily. "Can you...just call me Erin tonight...?" she asked softly. "...Tell me about the fantasy..., Erin," Crowe replied, his voice still calm and even. "...You...you fuu...fuck me," Erin Gault stuttered, on the heels of an appreciative little smile. "No, tell me about it," he almost whispered, and began to undress. "Well...," she began, watching the ease at which his hands moved. She suddenly found it hard to hold a thought in her head as the tall lean man took off his shirt exposing smooth rich black skin, broad powerful-looking shoulders and arms, etched chest, and lightly muscled stomach. "We... we... kiss," she continued mechanically. Her eyes fell as his hands moved to his pants, and slowly began to unzip them. He pushed them down slowly. Her eyes focused hard as the top of the patch of black curly pubic hair became visible. "Your...tongue...is so warm and sweet... in...my mouth...." Crowe pushed his pants and shorts down over his hardening cock, letting them slide over muscular thighs, and thud faintly against the plush carpet. He took off his shoes and socks, stepped from the pile of clothing, and stood naked before her. "I...I...can hardly..." she trailed off hoarsely. Her eyes roamed over his body unhurriedly. Never had they looked upon such a powerful image, such perfection in form. They stopped at the organ that half-dangled between his legs. She thought it strangely beautiful, and magnificent in girth and length. She watched in awe as it grew steadily under her stare, becoming fully hard and straight like an arrow. "Aaaaaaaaah," she sighed deeply, and her body swayed slightly. Her hand moved slowly to her body. The nails of her fingers raked gently along one thigh above the top of her stocking, making her body shiver. It swept across her soft warm belly, dove between her legs, and stroked slowly. Her eyes never strayed from the black cock. She trembled suddenly when she touched the sensitive little knot above her wet pussy. Her lips parted, and soft little pants escaped. "What are you doing, Erin?" She heard his deep voice ask softly. "I...I'm playing," she replied mechanically as if hypnotized by the cock. "Playing with what?" the black professor gently coaxed. "...Playing...with...my pussy," she said. "Is it wet?" he asked evenly, not wishing to break the spell she appeared under. "Oooooo, yes, very," she sighed, her fingers quickening their pace slightly. "It feels...good." Her eyes jumped to his suddenly, and narrowed under a small tremor of excitement. They fell to the cock once more when the tremor subsided. She watched intently as the professor raised a big hand to his rod, gripping it, and began stroking gently. "Oh..., I like...to watch you...play with it," she groaned, her fingers digging harder and faster at her bloated little knob. "Play with what?" Crowe asked, raising the other hand to tug gently at his big sagging balls. "Your...your...cock," she said, and began shivering under the mild rush of an orgasm. "Your big black cock.... It's so beautiful." "Are you cumming?" he asked softly. "Yeeeessss...," she moaned urgently. "I'mmm...cummmingggg. All over my...fingers." She looked up again when she heard no reply. Crowe was smiling. She returned a fatigued little smile of her own. "My little nipples are so hard," she said softly, but clearly. "They hurt.... Suck on them. Please?" Crowe stepped closer, holding his cock like a club. When he was close enough, she grabbed it instinctively, and stroked it in her soft hand. The tall man cupped her breasts in both hands, bent, and licked at one pointed nipple lightly. She stroked him a little faster. He flicked his tongue lightly against the other nipple, and his mouth closed around it. Her free hand dug into her pussy again, and stroked it violently. Crowe bit gently into the nipple, and she gasped deeply. "Yes, oh, yes, bite me," she groaned hard. "I'm...going...to cum."