CRAMMING

                                                  
                                                                         

H A R D  L E S S O N S

                                                                             

INSTALLMENT: 1

         

                                                                             

~~CRAMMING~~

         

                                                                     

         From a second floor window in the Wrightson Building, a man was watching.  His skin the rich brown of mellowed umber, his eyes a darker shade of hickory he took in the active sprawl going on beneath him.  His office wasn't very large but it offered an ideal overlook of the open swatch of manicured green which was the campus' tree-lined central quad.  The area teemed with activity and the scents, the sounds, the temperature all intermingled charging the air with a distinct texture he always associated with Spring.  Eyes constantly roving,  he scanned the milling students the way a hawk surveyed a valley of potential prey.  For a hunter, the ability to read the tensions and insecurities of the prey translated to one thing: opportunity.

         Opportunity divided the successful from the unsuccessful and he was very, very successful...

         In nature there was no question of right and wrong.  No recriminations, no doubts.  Survival, never assured, never a given, was the only thing that mattered.  Animals did what they did because it was who they were, behaving in accordance to their niche in the greater scheme of things.  Philosophically speaking, deciding to act in denial of the genetically encoded urges that enabled every living thing on the planet to fit in with every other was a mutation peculiar to Man.  Humanity, with all its conceits and contradictions, was nothing short of confusion; behaviors aberrant to the natural order were rationalized to a fault, complicating what was simple only to justify the illogical.  This idea--- as his Neo-Anthropology and Political Sciences students could attest--- remained a personal point of contention in Professor Jeremy Hendricks' mind.  The aberration--- the avoidance or denial of who and what he was--- was one he never wanted to be guilty of.

         On some level or another, every student below was wrapped up in variations of the same thought: Spring Break, the seasonal escape of the season, commenced in two weeks.  Because of this, every student was experiencing some degree of worry about the heavily weighted mid-term exams scheduled throughout the week preceding 'Break.  The conflicting priorities over this and the subsequent distraction it caused created the anxiety he sensed.  This was one of those times during the year where getting to the party became the sole motivation for making the grade.  That motivation--- that NEED--- was what left many students desperately seeking...creative solutions to the problem of scoring well on the tests and projects that were coming due. 

         Reduced to the simplest terms, everyone wanted to do well on THESE exams because they wanted their parents proud and happy.  Why?  Because their parents were, invariably, footing the bill for all the planned excursions to those annual hotspots the students favored.  Places like Cabo San Lucas, Cancun, Ft. Lauderdale, and Miami to name but a few.

         Creative solutions... 

         Jeremy grinned, watching the setting sun.  In the wild, a "creative solution" for a coyote caught in a snare was to gnaw off the trapped limb in the name of freedom.  Here, on campus, often something far less dire and much more pleasurable would suffice.  Inhaling deeply, he savored a final taste of the air outside--- charged now with a combination of wild Honeysuckle and cut grass--- before pulling his window shut.  A tug on the string and his blinds dropped to the sill, diffusing the incoming wash of afternoon light.  It also effectively obscured the view into his office from either of the taller, neighboring buildings that were set catercorner to his.

         "Cognoscere ipse," he muttered to himself, turning from the window to take his seat at his desk.  Loosely, the phrase meant "know yourself" in Latin and it was a personal mantra he had adopted because to know yourself was to be true to yourself and he was all for that.  True to himself in the way a lion stalking an antelope was true to itself; to do what he did simply because it was who he was.  No recrimination, no doubts; when one was hungry, one should eat.

         Getting comfortable, Jeremy leaned back and away from the oak desk, chair creaking ever so slightly as he did.  Yes, the students were all desperate to get off campus for 'Break, desperate in a way that made some vulnerable to offers that would guarantee an A on the requisite exams.  That was what he had learned to deal in here, "creative solutions"--- favors--- that had nothing to do with academics and everything to do with getting what he wanted and being who he was. 

         The sound of his zipper sliding down echoed in the otherwise quiet room.  A pause, and then the silence was again interrupted, this time by the wet, unmistakable sound of slurping.  A broad, satisfied smile spread across Jeremy's face.  With the moist noises rising and falling in an increasingly regular rhythm, he laced his fingers behind his closely-shaved head and considered the range of things "favors" could amount to.  Having been a professor of Political Science at this particular Mid-Western university for close to eight years, Jeremy had, for most of that time, been enjoying certain perks of his posting that he knew had never been written into the faculty handbook.  Perks like the defining and acceptance of "extra credit". 

         If today were being run under his typical routine, a female student--- chosen after discrete observation throughout the semester--- would be here in his private office.  After a sincere-seeming conference to discuss progress and grade status, she would be placed under the impression she was in serious scholastic jeopardy.  It would of course be too far into the term to patch it up any "normal" way, leaving her frantic, typically, over the prospect of imminent failure now falsely set on the horizon.  Jeremy laughingly thought of the technique as "GPA or MY way".  Not exceedingly original, but accurate and to the point.  The lithe young Junior crouched in front of him, her head extended from just under the lip of his desk, would be there sucking him primarily because he LOVED having his dick sucked, and because giving head would have been the only option offered to remedy her plight. 

         This hadn't been one of those "typical" cases.

         Rebecca--- a transfer student new to the campus this year--- was actually here today  on her own incentive.  She was nowhere near failing, anything but gullible, and he found himself as intrigued by her as she had made it clear she was in him. 

         Positioned between his thighs, Rebecca was gulping eagerly on Jeremy's chocolate shaft.  Sucking until it stood thick and upright, she kept on until she had him gleaming from her oral attentions.  Jeremy had come to like Rebecca; she was quirky, smart, but for being an apparent bookworm she  had the nicest tits and ass he'd seen in a while.  What's more, as her tongue swirled and her head bobbed he could feel just how orally adept she was, better at it than she was at writing term papers for his class, and that--- in her case--- really was saying something.  Jeremy exhaled, his dick growing thicker in Rebecca's busy mouth and weighing heavily on that slick tongue of hers.  With her hands gently squeezing, she cradled his bloated sac, spit running down over his balls making a slippery mess in her small palms.

         "Mmmnh," he breathed, bringing his hands down to her head.  "Do this right and when I'm empty, we'll see about turning that B to an A."

         Rebecca's fingers clutched tighter as she bobbed back and forth on her Professor's swollen dick.  She gave a final, slow lick up along his shaft before pulling her mouth away from him.  "I told you already, Professor, this isn't 'extra credit'.  I'm here with you because I wanted to be, because YOU wanted me to be.  I'll handle my own grades, thank you." 

         He nodded his understanding, conceding the very important point.  "Cognoscere ipse" Jeremy thought as he felt Rebecca drawing him once more into the warm, wet pocket that was her talented mouth.  He knew she hadn't worried about the right or wrong of what she was doing--- what they were doing--- because she thought that the faculty-student no-fraternizing rules were straight BS and had told him as much. 

         What Jeremy didn't know--- COULDN'T know--- was that Rebecca was also here because she had gotten tired of spending too many frustrated nights alone in her dorm room.  Alone, massaging the plump lips of her pussy until it was boiling over with cream and there was nothing left for her to do but grind her pillow, moaning his name as she struggled toward release.  She'd wanted this man since the first day of class and she had been dropping increasingly obvious hints to that effect ever since.  She hoped it wouldn't take long for her professor to make the connection that she was--- thanks to him--- very aroused.  Beginning slowly at first with some ostensibly innocent flirting and innuendo, she then graduated--- when the weather had gotten warm--- to a more aggressive tact. 

         Rebecca would wear sun dresses to his class braless so he could get a good look at her breasts.  The first time Jeremy had taken notice of the way her thick nipples showed, straining beneath the thin material, it had been priceless.  She smiled at the memory: he had cleared his throat twice to cover the fact that he had almost drawn a complete blank mid-lecture because of her display.  Always picking a seat in the front row, Rebecca made certain from then on that he could always see her clearly during class.  Those dresses, much like the one she'd peeled out of when she had gotten here today, occasionally got worn without panties also.  Whenever she was feeling especially frisky or needy she would wait for him to pass her row and then, when he neared her chair, she would part her long, silky thighs just enough for him to glimpse what she was offering. 

         Always a glimpse, always a tease, but it was a tease intended to promise so much more.  Up until now, it had remained a hot, tense game though a game nonetheless.  Apparently all one-sided, sometimes she had wondered if the Professor even took her seriously.

         Then, a few days ago, Professor Hendricks kept her after class and locked the door.

         She didn't know what to expect, he was taking the lead, making himself and his position clear.  There would be no more games, the cat and mouse was over.  He demanded that she explain--- word for hot, nasty word--- exactly what she was looking for from him.  He listened attentively while she asserted her desires, a confession, oddly, she wasn't the least bit self-conscious making.  When she finished, he smiled, his eyes bright, as if seeing her for the first time.  "I accept," he told her, and the world was instantly a different place.

         With all the ease and skill of someone that loved what----and perhaps WHO--- she was doing, she continued worshiping his cock with her mouth.  Rebecca's nostrils flared on every downward stroke as she struggled to keep from smothering; Jeremy's girth alone was enough to choke her and his meat was still swelling, growing by inches ever closer to its full potential.  He was delicious, she even loved his musky scent, it was as strong and unique to him as his flavor and the passion he inspired in her.  Rebecca hadn't expected anything like this when she came to this school, she had been looking to continue her degree program and generally keep a low profile, even if that profile wasn't quite true to her personality.  So much for the best laid plans of mice and men. 

         And women.

         Rebecca's tongue swirled around Jeremy's dick, the professor watching as she voraciously worked him over.  His eyes explored, going from the top of her head backward along the nape of her neck then down along the sensuous curve of her spine.  He was surprised to find that same spine adorned with an elaborately inked tattoo.  Japanese khanji symbols had been blended and intertwined masterfully to form butterfly wings while the body was a cartouche, itself a collection of Egyptian symbols whose meaning he would make it a point to learn.  At first glance, she wouldn't have struck anyone as the type to go in for body art--- or for giving office blowjobs--- but appearances, he knew, were always deceiving. 

         Rebecca wasn't anything like she seemed.  The more Jeremy found out about this hot coed the more he found himself truly enjoying her for all the quirks that made her unique.  It was hard now to believe that at the beginning of the semester, when he'd watched all his new students filing into his class for the first time, Rebecca had seemed like a textbook wallflower; shy, quiet, with eyes that never quite met yours.  As time had gone on, something had kept him watching her, and in that watching he had started to notice that she was also watching him.  Eye contact became a regular thing after that recognition, evolving to other subtle--- and some not so subtle--- flirtations; devilish, teasing games she managed to play with him in the midst of class without anyone else ever being the wiser. 

         Beyond all that now, their progressive gravitation had gotten them here, to this passionate start and he already knew this wouldn't be Rebecca's last visit to his office.

         To his office, or between his legs.

         Her pierced tongue pushed up against the underside of his dick, the cool metal stud making him tingle just like it was meant to.  He just closed his eyes and groaned, forgetting the risk and the questions to lose himself in her eager attentions.  Damn she was good, and Rebecca's skin was so soft that her palms felt like satin against his nuts; when she squeezed, it made his dick jump and flex like a trained python.

         "Nnnngh," he grunted out, doing his best to hold back the cum ready to burst from his bloated sac.  "Aaaahhhhh shiiiit, baby...  Fuck that feels good." 

         At this pace, holding back was fast becoming a losing battle.

         Rebecca glanced up from her efforts, smiling at him,  knowing she had him hooked.  "It's good, Professor?" she asked innocently, voice baby soft like her skin.  Jeremy stared down at her, knowing how proud she was of herself.  Time, he decided, for the teacher to get back to teaching.

         "Over on the couch," he said in that deep, low voice that always made her wet during lectures.  "Now."

         She didn't question or hesitate, but got up and went over to the leather couch across the room and--- without any direction--- got into a position she thought he'd like.
         
         "Is this good, Sir?" she asked as she knelt on the couch, leaning against its cool, plush-cushioned back and staring at him over her shoulder.

         Jeremy's eyes slid over her body like his hands soon would be, tracing every delicious curve.  Her back was arched, waist tapered and thin; her hips flared out at that perfect point, framing her beautiful, round ass which was now thrust out at him. He could see both the clenched, pink ring of her asshole and just beneath, the pouting lips of her slick, smoothly waxed pussy. 

         She looked so hot there waiting for him, playing at innocence and being anything but.  He smiled at that, lust making his shaft pulse.  Apparently, not only was Rebecca aroused by his complexion, she also liked the fact that he was older than her.  This  wasn't anything new for him, all his student lovers were invariably younger than he was but Rebecca was making a point to show him exactly how much he turned her on.  The time he regularly put in at that gym hadn't hurt him, either; he assiduously worked at keeping himself fit and with the added edge his position as teacher gave him he was never wanting for... coed companions. 

         After an appraising stare he rose and shook his head.  "No, that isn't the way.  Get down lower, lengthwise on the couch.  Face in the cushions.  When my dick is jammed in you, you will need something to shut you up, we don't need to draw any attention."

         "You make it sound like I'm going to be howling like a porn star, Professor.  You that sure I'm going to be screaming...?"

         Stepping free from his pants, Jeremy dropped his French Blue shirt and crossed the room to join her.  Gazing sideways, she watched him silently get closer.  His dick was heavy, still wet from her mouth, bobbing between his thighs with each step.  Moving up alongside the couch quietly, he dragged the moment out even longer.

         With a sly grin, Rebecca looked up at him, her eyes still pushing her question.

         Jeremy answered suddenly, without preamble or warning, no change in expression and no words.

         SSSSSSSMAAAAAAAACKKKKKKK!

         "OHHH!" she yelped from the stinging slap.  Her skin was on fire where he'd struck, leaving a quickly-reddening hand print adorning her creamy ass.  The slap explained sarcasm was not a game he played.  Well, not without consequence.
         
         Rebecca licked her lips and felt her heart quicken, body trembling in response to the discipline.  "Y-yes sir," she finally managed, shifting quickly.  She was past ready now, she needed that dick in the worst way and he was torturing her with his steady patience.  "This, sir, is this the way?" she asked finally.

         He was giving her goose bumps just by looking at her, she could feel his eyes skimming over her skin like fingertips, roaming from one end of her nubile body to the other.  She was getting breathless anticipating that first, deep plunge, wishing he would pounce on her like an animal and tear into her like the fresh, hot piece of meat she wanted to be for him. 
     
         Rebecca closed her eyes and just waited, reminding herself to breathe as she did so.  At last he did it, his hand fell on the small of her back gently, not like the slap, and she felt his hot skin pressing to hers.  More goose bumps now as his palm and fingers caressed her back before moving on, gliding slowly back and over the lush curve of her ass cheeks.  Rebecca bit down on her lower lip, quivering as his fingers found the silky rim of her last virginal opening.  Her asshole was a tight, flexing knot of hypersensitive muscle and he teased it, using two fingers to trace the hot little ring over and over. 

         "AAAAAHHH," she cried out.  "Ohhhhhh FUCK!  Please... don't tease me.  Take my ass, I'm so ready, take ALL of it; you can have all of me right now, sir, just please... please don't make me wait anymore."

         Jeremy continued stroking her hole, watching it clutch and twitch under his fingers while streams of syrup from Rebecca's pink folds made glistening trails down along the insides of her thighs.  "I told you to be quiet," he ordered.

         "Yes, sir, yes you-you did.  I'm sorry, I'll be good now.  I promise, I promise but---oh...ooh damn, sir, please do something to me.  PLEASE!"

         Since Rebecca's eyes were closed she couldn't see Jeremy dropping down to physically answer her plea but she definitely felt it.  Felt his tongue dragging a hot, wet trail upwards from her clit, ending at the tender spot he had just been teasing so mercilessly.  When she felt his thick tongue pressing against her asshole, she lost her mind. 

         "Ohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckFUUUUCK!" Rebecca cried before turning her face into the cushion and muffling the sounds of her excitement.

         Jeremy stepped up his attack, licking and kissing at her sweet slice of Heaven, moving up and down between her thighs and ass cheeks to make sure his tongue reached every one of her special places.  He dug his fingers into her creamy flesh, gripping her hips and pulling the delicious buffet back onto his face.
         
         Overcome by lust's insanity and Jeremy's skill, Rebecca was cumming like crazy.  She had lost count after the fourth climax ripped through her and now her legs almost felt like jelly she was so wrung out.  God, this man!  Her professor was teaching her things she thought she would've already known but damn if she didn't love these new lessons.  His tongue was like a snake, a slippery python writhing up between her hot folds then slithering into her asshole as if it were finding a home and all she wanted was more!  No one had ever licked her ass before, NOBODY.  Before today she wouldn't even have considered it much less desire it but here he was, devouring hers like it was some delicacy and damned if she wasn't letting him.  It felt so GOOD!  He had her gasping, she bucked back against him, urging him on to ever more intimate explorations.

         With his shaft thick and heavy between his thighs Jeremy was ready to really show Rebecca what she'd come here to learn.  He'd enjoyed all the time priming her with his tongue--- hell he knew he had her whipped with that alone--- but he had wanted more.  He needed her beyond the point of no return, turned on so much all SHE could think of was the satisfaction of his thickness filling her, stretching her until he erupted explosively, quenching the flame in a deluge of hot cum. 

         That time had arrived.  After a parting lick, tongue swiping her now-dripping ring he pulled back, standing, dick bloated and ready in his fist.  Rebecca was panting, trying to catch her breath but Jeremy wasn't waiting for that.  With no interest in granting her a respite, he just aimed the massive head of his rod at the mouth of her pussy and shoved, pushing steadily inward until his nuts were flush against her fat clit.  She stiffened but took him to the root; he was thick, long, and more straight than curved but he fit inside her wonderfully, almost like her insides had been carved to match.  Jeremy held his position a moment, swallowed to the hilt by Rebecca's boiling tunnel before he began pumping and twisting; grinding in and out of her while she moaned, clawing at the cushions and rocking back to meet him, the two synchronized like they'd been lovers forever.

         Breathing heavily, Jeremy was finally attacking Rebecca like that animal she'd wanted him to be; pumping into her, freeing her, at the same time capturing her as well.  But in their joining, Jeremy was fast becoming a captive himself, the opening roles of predator and prey blurred in the heat of unfettered passion.  Jeremy groaned between clenched teeth as they smacked together, bodies gleaming with the sweat of their efforts.  Writhing and panting, the two had made the office humid with the unmistakable smell of sex.  The couch rocked under them as Jeremy tore into Rebecca, bent upon giving her a profound education today. 

         Clenching her ass cheeks in his fists until the white skin was welted with the mottled red imprint of his hands, he worked his thumbs inward along the satiny cleft that made her ass look like a ripe, juicy peach.  It didn't take long before they were pressing against her asshole, still slippery from his licking.  Dick striking so deep he was battering her cervix, Jeremy began introducing Rebecca to a new sensation by hooking first one then the other thumb into her spit-lubed rear, tugging at the snug rim until it surrendered.  Her asshole blossomed like some wild passion flower and Jeremy fucked her even harder upon seeing it.

         Rebecca's eyes couldn't bug out any more as she bit into the leather of the couch and shrieked with tormented pleasure, another multiple climax exploding deep in her belly.  It was so much more intense than the first in a way she couldn't understand or deny, a wildfire of maddening sensations blazing through her, consuming her, setting free the woman she'd kept locked inside.  In up to the knuckles, Jeremy's thumbs were stroking the velvet walls of Rebecca's no-longer virginal asshole, forcing his horny student to learn what real fucking was all about.  And Rebecca WAS learning, she was learning it the hard way, the rough, hot, nasty way but she was learning.  In the deepest, darkest parts of her she found and embraced what she had, she realized now, always needed...                           

         Staring down along her supple back, Jeremy noted the natural, rhythmic way she bucked and squirmed, the tattoo on her sweaty spine almost dancing in front of his eyes.  Rebecca's pale complexion--- in delicious contrast to the color of his dark, pistoning length--- glowed in the marigold-tinged late afternoon light.  Like a bull he continued ramming into her, cleaving the lips of her pussy with all the lust and passion she had worked so methodically--- so successfully--- to expose.  She was gripping him tightly, ravenously, demanding more and more while her asshole sucked at his thumbs like a nursing infant.

         "Mmmmnnnnhhh...  Professor, Professor...  Ooooooooo FUCK!" Rebecca cried out, burying her face back in the couch.  She was cumming again, hard, and the spasms were rippling wildly along the thick length of his hot meat making him wish he could let loose as well.  Jeremy plunged in and out while Rebecca rolled her hips, churning her slit around her professor's beautiful black dick and making the merciless way his thumbs were plugged into her asshole feel all the more intense.

         "Nnnngh, nnnggghh, NNNNNNNGGGHHHH!"  Jeremy groaned out, holding on as he rode Rebecca into and THROUGH yet another climax.  Young, intelligent, lusciously conniving she had definitely played a good game.  Behind the facade--- those bookish glasses, quiet demeanor and, at first glance, dull clothing--- a raging slut had been hidden, carefully tucked away from notice.  Rebecca had shed all that and had shown her true nature, easily taking the best he had to give her and turning the heat back on him.  He smiled at the irony while working her asshole continually, his skilled manipulations teasing areas he realized now no one else had ever touched on her or IN her before.          

         "Ooooooo...  My...my ass...  Professor...  Ohhhhhh I didn't...didn't know it would be like this...  Ahhhh... oh GOD, it's so good, so fucking good!"  She pitched her head, dark hair whipping around wildly as a carnal delirium took over.  "Don't stop, pleeeease...  Oh fuck...  Mmmmnnnnh...  Oooooo, don't... don't st-stop!"

         Jeremy couldn't have stopped now even if he'd wanted to, Rebecca was just that incredible.  He slammed her smooth young body with a vengeance, feeling her ass cheeks smacking back against him over and over again.  "Don't worry," he growled.  "You're going to get everything you ever wanted from me, everything you know you've NEEDED from me...  Everything...  In... Fucking... FULL."

         Rebecca shuddered, listening to her teacher's voice, every word heavy with lust.  She felt her pussy sucking him harder as he managed--- at least it FELT like he was managing  to--- push his dick deeper than he had been before.  God how deep COULD it go...?  Jeremy was claiming her, forcefully converting her senses, her body, creating an addiction that refused any further denial.  Loving every stab, every twist and tug of those invading thumbs, something inside her wanted MORE; she knew this was only the warm up and now wanted that next, final step.  She wanted it RIGHT now, and every loud smack as their sweaty bodies came together only echoed that need.  Then, as though her thoughts had been eavesdropped on, she suddenly felt him shift.  No longer thrusting, Jeremy pulled out and then backed away leaving her pussy to flex desperately at the abrupt emptiness.

         Jeremy flipped Rebecca onto her back before she could question him.  Long legs splaying open as she rolled, opening wide as she watched him enter her anew, that dark, glistening dick taking on an entirely new rhythm that made her eyes roll back in her head.  She thought she was crying out to him but her voice was gone and the moans were only in her head.  Her pussy, on the other hand, slurped loudly, gulping every inch of Jeremy's shaft it could get inside at this new angle and loving the renewed sense of fullness.  He sawed in and out of her, pounding the inflamed slit like he was beating it and she just pulled her legs wider, trying to take more...
 
         "Oh... oh FUCK!" Rebecca gasped out, eyes shut tight, finding her voice at last.  "Ooo...!  OH...!  OH...!  OH...!  Ohhhhhh YESSSSSSS!"

         Pushing down on the insides of Rebecca's soft thighs, fingers digging into her silky flesh, Jeremy continued pistoning in and out.  Arms locked and looking like pillars of carved mahogany, the muscles of his back tight, he answered her cries with fierce action.  His dick was an oily blur, glazed over and over as he plundered Rebecca's syrupy insides.  Her breasts bouncing with every new thrust, he was nearly hypnotized by the sway of her thick, swollen nipples, dark with her arousal.  One more lesson to go, he told himself, using every bit of discipline he had to restrain the cum boiling in his sac.  Just one more lesson, one more before she got it ALL...


                                                         

*****

         "God, I am so sick of studying for this test.  I wish Spring Break would just GET here already."

         "I know, I fell asleep last night at my laptop working on my Classical Lit. essay on Melville."

         "I've been meaning to ask you how it's uhm...going in that class, Angela."

         "What do you mean, you took it last year.  Just like all my other first-year classes: work, work, work ALL THE TIME.  Really drags sometimes too; I guess I'm not really big on 'Classical Literature'."

         "Or maybe Moby Dick isn't the right kind of dick to keep you interested."

         Angela stared across the dorm room and laughed out loud at Jessie.  "Don't even get me distracted, I haven't had any in long enough to realize I haven't had any which makes it too long.  Besides, everyone can't have a man like yours, Jessie."

         Jessie grinned, watching her roommate on the other side of the room.  Angela was in her bed, laying on her stomach and pecking away at the keyboard of her computer.  She had on a loose tank top and some boxers and when she shifted, Jessie could see through the drooping side of the tank that Angela had already taken off her bra.  Jessie was straight but she couldn't deny that Angela was sexy.  She had wavy black hair and beautiful, butterscotch skin that was starting to bronze with the changing season.  Her breasts were small, almost like teacups, but her nipples were large with cinnamon-colored haloes surrounding them.  Whatever she lacked in breast size she more than made up for with the round, sculpted fullness of her ass.  Jessie's eyes were drawn to her ass now especially because Angela had her knees bent, ankles crossed above her which only made the deeply cleft cheeks more sharply defined.

         "Dios, I think next time I'll take a stab at Don Quixote," Angela sighed, flipping her screen shut.  "All this nautical terminology is NOT the stuff I need to be trying to get my head into right now."

         "How much more do you have before it's finished?" Jessie asked, setting her own gently whirring notebook in her lap.

         "Almost finished the rough draft," Angela replied, chin resting in her palms.  "Just needs a tweak here and there and I'll be on my way; I just need to find something special to really make my point."

         "But you're done for the day, right?" Jessie asked, watching as Angela rolled onto her back, causing the tank top to pull tight across her breasts making her nipples look like shadowy bullets beneath the thin cotton.

         "Yeah, I had two lectures and a quiz today, I am definitely done."

         "Cool, feel like getting out and having some fun?"

         "Doing what?" Angela asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

         "Well Oscar and I were going out tonight and he has a friend, Gregory..."

         "I don't know, Jessie...  What's he like, I mean, you know, is he..."

         "Not as dark as Oscar but yeah, he is.  But he's really cool; he's a quiet guy and Oscar doesn't hang with just anybody."

         Angela chewed her bottom lip for a few minutes, quietly considering it.  Jessie couldn't imagine what mightve been going on in her head but it seemed like she might be trying to find some reason maybe to say no.  Jessie sat her computer down and crossed the room to Angela's bed.  She sat next to her and smiled.

         "Listen, Oscar is without a doubt my man," she began softly, an almost conspiratorial tone flavoring her words.  "But Gregory is FINE.  He's got nice hair,  bright green eyes, and even dimples almost like yours."  They giggled together at that as Angela blushed, a hand at her face.

         "Okay," Angela said after a pause.  "Since it will be all four of us.  Where we going, anyway?"

         "Cosmo's, it's a dance club.  You can dance, right?"

         Angela rolled her eyes at Jessie.  "I was ready to ask YOU that."

         "We'll see who asks who," Jessie laughed, rising from the bed.  "Now lets get ready, I got the shower first!"  Running, Jessie grabbed her towel, opened the door and took off down the hall leaving Angela behind.  Angela smiled and stretched back diagonally across her bed, small feet hanging over the edge.  This was definitely going to be different.  Her family had always---quietly---urged her not to get involved with los negros, but here she was with her white-as-could-be roommate about to go dancing with two black men!  And oddly, after her initial hesitation, she wasn't really bothered by it; she was looking forward to getting out finally and dancing---Angela loved dancing---it would be the perfect cure for the stress of classes.  As she closed her moist brown eyes, awaiting her turn in the shower, she wondered what Gregory would look and smell like and hoped, if nothing else, that he could dance...          



                                                                                                     

*****

         
                                                                                         
                   
         Rebecca was lost, delirious.  This, she thought, must be what something like LSD was all about; body-wide, consciousness-altering pleasure and if so she couldn't blame the hippies back in the day for indulging.  Sprawled across the couch, skin sweaty and tacky against the leather, her heavy eyelids fluttered open, eyes focusing again on the Professor.  He was standing in front of her, over her, silently watching the rise and fall of her pale breasts as she panted for air.  She saw he had his dick in one hand, stroking it slowly and realized that she must've been out of it for a bit because she didn't remember him pulling out or standing up.  In his other hand she saw he was holding a bottle, a clear one with big blue letters on it.  She squinted and the letters became a word, it said "SLIPZ Gel".          

         Managing with effort to wade through the tsunami of sensations her mind had become, Rebecca slowly put two and two together.  The bottle at Jeremy's side was lube.  He was stroking his fat, veiny length, methodically coating it from the bloated end to the nest of black hair at its base.  Soon he would have his cock covered by a glistening sheathe of gel, lubricating gel that she knew only had one use today...

         "You've...recovered," Jeremy said, still sliding his hand up and down his dick as he spoke.  "That last climax wiped you out, I thought you were through."

         "Did you?" Rebecca asked, brows arching as much as she could manage, considering her state.  "Then why are you getting ready?"

         "Ready...ready for what?"

         "To fuck my ASS, Professor---that IS what the lube is for, right?"

         Jeremy stood silently, still stroking, never pausing.  His eyes were bright as he stared at her, her milky skin and lithe figure and there, between those spread thighs the engorged, now plum-colored lips of her pussy which he had hammered raw with his pole as she twisted and moaned through uncounted climaxes.  Smart little bitch, no doubt, so smart and sexy.  Even now, after the way he'd taken her body, even now while she was weak from it all she was still assertive, leaving him far less in control of things than he was accustomed.  Then again, Rebecca wasn't any more average than their thus far explosive joining had been.  She was special, and at the same time so much more than that.  As he continued watching and stroking, she shifted on the couch, trying to sit up.

         "Besides," she began, finally bringing her legs together enough to plant her bare feet on the floor.  "I can tell you haven't cum; not in me, not ON me.  Well, not yet, anyway.  And my ass..." she said, her pale lips curling into a smile.  "It's the only lesson left, isn't it?"

         "Knees," Jeremy said, voice low.  "Like you were at first; I want you on your knees, leaning against the back of the couch.  Arch your back and push your ass back toward me."

         Rebecca felt her skin tingling as her heart pitched expectantly.  Here it was, he was going to do it, do her.  He was going to be in there, pushing with that meaty dick of his.  She felt at that moment like she'd tossed anything approaching common sense out the window.  She wasn't considering discomfort, injury or the potential consequences of trying to handle his girth in the tightness of her asshole.  No, not any of those things.  Her pussy already was producing a telltale rivulet of cream that she could feel oozing between her lips.  She was so incredibly hot for him and as she moved into place, nostrils flaring as the anticipation rose, she knew she wasn't going to deny this man much of anything.  She was what her friend called " completely whipped".

         Letting his dick go, Jeremy stepped in close behind Rebecca as soon as she'd gotten up to her knees, gripping her hips in his hands and guiding her directly into the position he wanted.  She could feel the urgency in that tight grip, the heat of his hands on her skin.
     
         "Uhhnnn," she moaned, aroused further by his dominance.  Grasping the top edge of the couch she looked over her shoulder and saw him dropping low behind her, face disappearing behind her round ass like a brown sun fading into an alabaster horizon.  And then Rebecca felt his breath, humid against the sensitive skin of her unprotected, upturned ass.  She shuddered then bucked as the exhaled breath was followed by his tongue, snaking out to swipe along the crease that sliced between her round cheeks.  He was licking her with a building intensity; slow, upward swipes from her pussy and onward over the puckered hole and then circling back down.  His mouth was pressed to her ass, to the rim of that tightly flexing, taboo place, bathing it in hot spit as his tongue, edges curled, stabbed and flicked driving her out of her mind.

         Alternately bucking and bowing to the deliciously familiar sensation of Jeremy's tongue at work, Rebecca felt like a billion butterflies on "X" had been set loose in her stomach.  She was breathless, gasping in spurts, unable to scream or moan, or give voice in any other way to the glorious joy she felt.  It was so good.  So SO good!  The professor... Jeremy...he was devouring her ass with abandon and all she could do was enjoy every nasty moment of it, waiting eagerly for what came next.

         Unable to see him, Rebecca continued to writhe feverishly while Jeremy shifted his head from side to side trying to improve his angle.  Working around and inside her clutching asshole, lips pressed to her in this, the most intimate of kisses, he steadily relaxed the sweet ring of trembling muscle with the wet, heated massage of his tongue.

         "Nnnngh," Rebecca moaned, rolling her hips to the internal convulsions of her climaxes, smothering Jeremy's face in the valley between her spread cheeks.  She had teased her ass before, once or twice when she had really gone off while masturbating but this way, with Jeremy's mouth, his tongue--- and soon, that dick of his--- this was another world entirely.  She never EVER wanted to come back from over this rainbow, never wanted to give up this exquisite new delight.

         The professor's tongue was doing things to her that before today there had been no way to prepare for.  It was so nasty, so deliciously TABOO the way his tongue swirled around her tunnel, probing it wetly.  Every time she rocked backward, grinding against his mouth and face, his chin would dig into her swollen pussy and press against her inflamed clit.  Spit, hot and frothy, ran down from his oral attack and coated her gaping folds, mingling with her own thick cream. She could feel his hands sliding upward along the backs of her thighs, upwards and out until his fingers were digging sharply into her ass cheeks again, spreading them wider.

         As hard as it was to deny himself more time tonguing Rebecca's peach-shaped ass, Jeremy needed another appetite met and he had to do it NOW.  Dick twitching, angry and bloated with the desire for release, he got to his feet, hands still gripping Rebecca to keep her in place.  When she'd felt his mouth pull away she'd turned to look back over her shoulder, panting as she watched him rise; tall, brown, his body glistening with sweat, his handsome face shiny and dripping.

         Her eyes met his and within the silence, everything was conveyed that needed to be.  She turned, dropping her head, eyes closing as she locked her arms forward and braced herself, holding tight to the sofa back's top edge.  He didn't start doing it deliberately but Jeremy realized while he was standing that he had begun working the balls of his thumbs in circles, stroking the cheeks of Rebecca's ass.  It was soothing her and at the same time causing goosebumps to rise all over her body, sensitive as she was now.  Stepping in close Jeremy took one hand and gripped his shaft, feeling the lust in him pulsing through it and leveled the bulbous head of his dick at the wet donut he was about to fill with cream.  He pushed slowly...very slowly...trying to wedge his oiled meat into her.  She quivered but said nothing, surrendering herself completely to him.

         And then, like a key had been turned, the tightly clutching ring yielded, stretching to swallow his invading organ.  Rebecca went stiff, eyes snapping open as the insertion caused an intense, sizzling sensation that she had NOTHING to compare it to.  She thought her ass would rip open any minute, his dick feeling three times bigger than it had in her pussy or mouth but before she could beg him to stop she realized he HAD stopped, and that the only things moving were his fingers clutching her ass cheeks and the head of his dick flexing just inside the snug-fitting rim of her hole.
         
         Jeremy threw his head back, jaws tight, body rigid before letting out a long, rumbling groan that marked the final break in his own resistance.  As Rebecca's asshole sucked greedily his dick erupted explosively inside her---until today--- unexplored depths, spitting milky jets of cum deep inside until she was flooded to overflowing.  Rebecca felt the splash of liquid in places she'd never felt it before, her mouth was gaping open but the sensations were so devastatingly intense that her screams of pleasure had no sound.

         Spasms made her lurch and twitch, hands gripping the couch so tight it seemed she'd tear the leather and still no sound came out.  She was breathless, drowning from the inside out in the mind-numbing joy of it.  Behind her she heard Jeremy gasping, felt his dick at last begin to go slack, finally done pouring his frothy seed into her ass.

         "And," he began, voice deepening as his breathing steadied.  "Your lessons BEGIN..."