Incest/Taboo The Jewel of Desire

Being an assistant and student teacher to Professor Carl Newman wasn't his life's ambition. He dreamed of being out in the field on digs finding rare and unusual gems. It was a way to pay for his doctoral program and learn if a life in academia was for him.

Fortunately, there's a wide range of geological disciplines that Max could pursue. Maximus (Max) Goodheart was a tall lanky African American overachieving grad student. Despite his height, six feet three he wasn't a good athlete, and basketball was more than a troublesome sport for him. He had always been a bit of a nerd preferring the sciences and excelling in school at an early age. He'd been student teaching for Carl for almost two years, keeping good records of attendance, test scores and projects as well as filling in as a substitute on the rare occasions when Carl wasn't able to attend his classes. Over the last few weeks those absences were becoming more frequent.

Things changed several weeks ago when Carl show Max an interesting stone he'd discovered. Since then, he'd become more confident, particularly around the coeds which Professor Newman seemed to draw to his classes by the dozens. It was when Professor Sarah Riley began to pay attention to him that he realized that things had indeed changed. He'd always like Professor Riley; she was easy on the eyes but more than that friendly and warm. She was protective of Professor Newman always having his back. He'd thought that if Professor Newman hadn't been married she'd have made a play for him. He saw how she looked at him; even now she seemed to worship him.

Despite being seduced by the gems power, Max had been left out of the loop. He didn't know the true relationship between Carl and Sarah. Like most people, he was surprised to learn that Dean Summer had come out of the closet. He'd not seen that coming. The Dean had always seemed to be chasing women and cheating on his wife. He did seem to be happier these days. "Good for him," Max thought as he put the finishing touches on his lesson plan. It was a backup that he might not need, but Professor Newman's absences were increasing and like he'd learned in scouting, always be prepared.

Sticking her head in the empty lecture hall, Professor Riley called out, "Hey Max, how's it going. Have you seen or heard from Carl, uh Professor Newman?"

Looking up Max regarded Professor Riley, who was looking extra nice today. If he didn't know better he'd have thought her breasts had grown. She must be working out because she looked trim and fit. He thought, "She's lost a few pounds, that's why her tits look bigger." He didn't know that like all of Carl's women, their breasts always grew an extra cup size or more. "Sorry no. I do expect him to make his 3pm class, but I'm prepared if not," he smiled admiring her figure and how good she looked.

"Well, we were supposed to be having lunch. It's not the first time he stood me up." She tried not to sound annoyed. She'd not seen him intimately in weeks. He wasn't fucking her nearly as much as she liked, but he was her master, not the other way around. She was eating more pussy lately, to satisfy her cravings. But she missed cock, ...his cock.

"What are you doing right now? Want to join me for lunch? My treat, I've got reservations at Sakana Sushi." In the back of her mind, her subconscious was thinking she could fuck Max. He was young and single, there be no complications, and he wasn't one of her students. Besides she'd be keeping it in the family. She knew that Carl had seduced Max but hadn't pulled him into their little group. It wouldn't be revenge, but it may get Carl's attention, she mused.

"Are you kidding? Give me a minute to save this," he said saving his work and shutting down his computer. Sarah's car was closest and although close to campus it was too far to walk in the late spring heat, already in the 90s.

Although Sarah and Max had been acquainted for almost two years, she never really spent any time getting to know him. She was surprised to learn how quick-witted and funny he was, and they instantly found they enjoyed each other's company. They ate and talked, Sarah began flirting and put her hand on Max's leg making certain that he understood her meaning.

He had two hours before classes were to begin and should Professor Newman be there he was entitled to miss one class, which to date he'd not done. Sarah's place was too far away as was Max's, but she had keys to Carl's Strip apartment so unless he was there fucking someone it was the perfect place. Max was hesitant and cautious; being a black man in America sneaking off with a white woman even today could result in bad consequences. The elevator took them quickly to one of the top floors. Sarah exited followed by Max. He knew the cost of even a small apartment in this building would be over a million dollars. She keyed the door and walked in. Everything was quiet and looked immaculate as if the cleaning service had just left. As Sarah panned the rooms from the foyer, memories of Carl chasing her naked around the spacious apartment filled her mind and when he caught her she put up a mock fight as he pinned her to the wall, pressing his strong chiseled frame against her newly sculptured porn star body. It wasn't overdone, with freakish big tits, but more like that of Cory Chase with larger breasts, flat almost washboard abs and long legs connected to a nice ass.

"So, who's place is this?" Breaking Sarah's daydream, she turned to him with lust-filled eyes pulling the student teacher close, kissing him and exploring his mouth. Surprised at the suddenness of it but not too surprised to react. Max responded with passion he didn't know existed. As she'd hoped, Max was well endowed. She learned as he harden as they sucked face. With experience she opened his fly as they continued swapping spit. Reaching in she grabbed his hard cock, he was ready. Breaking their kiss, she slid down pulling his trousers with her. Then wrapping her hands around the huge phallic she pulled it to her mouth. She began to lick and suck. Taking the head into her mouth, she bobbed her head up and down taking in as much as his length as she could. She made that funny choking sound, the women make in the porn videos, as she tried to take him all down her throat.

Leaning against the wall for support, Max's mind was completely blown. Professor Riley worked his cock like he'd only dreamed of, he felt his cum boiling. She backed off his cock, then sucked gently on his balls. Taking one then the other into her mouth, before reversing herself and taking his cock back down her throat. She was amazing. And he was about to explode. Sarah knew the affect she was having, and few men could last this long. She concentrated on the underside of his large cock, tickling it with her tongue. It was too much, and Max roared loudly as he came harder than he'd thought imaginable.

She was ready and pumping his cock with one hand as she sucked up and swallowed all the man juice he produced. As his roar diminished, so did his flow. Sarah pull his cock free and licked up and down as it began deflating. She stood, leaving him leaning against the wall, panting, mind reeling and a goofy smile on his lips. "Mmmm...that was yummy. You rest for a bit, while I get undressed."

He watched intensely as Sarah pulled off her professional suit and skirt, revealing a black matching lace bra and panty set that on its own left little to the imagination. Max's receding cock reversed itself. His strength returning, Max pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes, his pants and boxers left behind as well. Sarah was pleasantly surprised at what she saw, this skinny twentysomething had the muscle mass of a gymnast with not an ounce of fat. "I thought you were a nerd, where'd all those muscles come from," Sarah asked not really expecting an answer.

"Dunno, one day they were just there," he said as he took a few steps admiring Sarah's body. She was perfect. Trim flat abs with just a hint of her six-pack showing, large buoyant tits looking larger on her trimmed body, toenails and fingernails painted orange and a bald, wet pussy.

"Is there some place more comfortable or do you want to do it here on the floor?"

As tempting as that was, Sarah didn't think the floor would allow him to fuck her properly, besides there were three bedrooms going unused. Grabbing him by his cock she gently pulled him with her to the main bedroom and then backed on to the bed. Free of her hand Max crawled between her spread legs admiring her pretty pink lips and felt compelled to taste her. Having very little experience with women, Max was a quick learner. He'd never had a chance to eat pussy before, hearing both positive and negative things he decided to find out for himself, the first swipe of his tongue he tasted her tangy nectar and found it not unpleasant and wanted more. Flattening his tongue, he covered both of her lips finding the taste intoxicating. The next swipe he cupped the end of this tongue and Sarah moaned sensuously and purred as he continued. Not really knowing what he was doing but being curious he opened her up and put his tongue inside where the source of her nectar seemed to emanate. Sarah squealed delightfully as he discovered she liked what he was doing. "How does he know this," Sarah wondered to herself as she was nearing a strong release. "I thought he was a novice." She moaned.

Rubbing his face in her pussy his nose found her clit nudging it in just the right way causing Sarah to explode. She squealed loudly as she came, filling his mouth with a fresh wave of her juices which he happily licked up and swallowed. When she seemed to be settling back down he pulled his tongue out of her hole and put his wide tongue were his broad nose had just been. Licking, probing and sucking caused Sarah to squeeze her legs shut as a huge climax rocked her body as she screamed in delight, laughing and cumming as tears streamed from her eyes. Using his shoulders to pry her legs open a bit more Max continued his onslaught as Sarah bucked and came almost continuously until she pushed him away. "Too much, too much..." she rocked and held her chest as she tried to come down from the emotional high she'd only found with Carl, "Oh my Gawd...who knew?"

When she recovered she looked up to see Max looking down at her, dripping with her juices, concern on his face. "Are you alright," he asked as she smiled. She put her arms around him and pulled his face to hers. She kissed him quickly tasting a familiar essence she loved and then licked his face clean of her juices. She felt his amazing cock rubbing just below her very wet pussy, coating it as it rubbed against her. She couldn't wait to feel it inside her. Despite her pussy's sensitivity she straddled him after pushing him to his back and lowered herself onto his beautiful black pole and watched it disappear between her pink lips. It filled her almost the same way Carl's did, only different. She sat there for a moment realizing what she was doing. Her hands on Max's slightly muscular chest she flexed her Kegel muscles gripping his cock tightly, he flexed his cock in response. She was ready and began to slip up off his cock slowly as the tip was almost out and then fell back onto him, flattening his balls as he bottomed out to her delight. She tried moving slowly again, but the feeling was too good. She didn't resist. She began fucking him in earnest. She bounced up and down his cock squealing in delight as she fucked herself on this student teacher she'd barely spoke to in almost two years.

Looking up at her bouncing tits, Max didn't think he'd seen anything as beautiful and he reached up to grab them. They felt soft and warm to his touch, her nipples hard peeking between his fingers. As Sarah picked up the pace he had to release them and pulled her ass down holding her tightly as she rode him. She was really riding him hard and loving every minute of it. Had she accidentally found a substitute for her master? Although she did love pussy now, she thought it would be a steady diet until Carl made time for her. But if this gets any better, she and Max would have to do this more often. With that thought complete, she screamed and came again. She spun to reverse cowgirl and rode him some more. She thought he'd be coming again, but although he moaned and slapped her white ass leaving his hand mark he wasn't close. She was tiring then she thought about letting him fuck her tits.

She got off him and wrapped her tits around his cock, he knew what to do. She licked the head as it popped out from between her white globes. He played with her nipples as he stroked, admiring her contorting face as she came again from nipple stimulation.

"Mind if we move to doggie style," Max asked thinking she'd object. "Sounds good to me," Sarah replied and assumed the position. Max lined up his cock and shoved it into her, they both moaned at the pleasure of reentry. Then Max was in control and fucked Sarah hard and long altering his pace as she flexed her Kegels again. He was working hard and began to sweat, and Sarah was coming again, this time Max joined her and sprayed her womb full with his seed. Not wanting his cock to slip out she had him follow her unto the bed and then move to missionary where they kissed and played. Max with her tits and nipples she with his balls and cock.

It was getting late, and Max had classes. They played in the shower; she sucked him off once again then they dressed and headed back to UNLV. Carl was going to be a no show, but ever the Boy Scout, Max had prepared. Before leaving Sarah now distant for discretion's sake said. "Lunch was fun. I'd like to do that again if you are interested." With a huge smile on his face Max replied, "Are you kidding, I'd love to." Sarah smiled, waved and returned to her classroom to prepare for her classes.

In her new life as one of her master's women, Wendy had an advantage. Being bisexual since her early twenties, she was very comfortable fucking women, and she knew what she liked. "Girly girls" were her favorite. Gail was just that sort of woman. Some women once settling down with a partner will stop wearing makeup or use very little. But "girly girls" enjoyed that sort of thing. Gail loved painting her nails and wearing makeup. Seeing her bright red nails pulling her pussy wide, exposing her clit and wet hole was all the invitation Wendy needed. Taking a long slow swipe with her tongue she had Gail quivering as her pussy tingled with the anticipation of more to come.

"Mmm...sweet, I like that," Wendy said and set about eating and licking Gail's pussy as if she'd never have another chance. Wendy was very good at this; her skills being honed over decades. Gail watched as Wendy worked truly enjoying what she was doing. She knew that her first orgasm would arrive quickly, and that she was multi-orgasmic she was truly going to enjoy Wendy. For the briefest of moments, she thought of how unsatisfying her love life was with her husband Wilbur, he never "went down" on her. Of course, now he's gay and she laughed so was she, in a way. That was her last thought as she exploded, squealing loudly in the empty house. Instead of stopping, Wendy continued and a few minutes later Gail squealed again, hoarsely. She held Wendy's head in place and rubbed her pussy all over Wendy's face, using her nose, grinding it and wishing she had a cock in her and coming a third time.

Gail retrieved a towel for Wendy, but only after she'd licked up most of her own juices, then they kissed and groped each other. When Wendy returned she was wearing one of those new strapless dildos that was inserted directly into the wearer's pussy. Gail giggled and asked, "How did you know? I'm really into women now, but when master isn't available, sometimes I could really use some cock stimulation." Smiling Wendy pushed Gail onto the bed and stepped between her spread legs and pushed her cock into the woman, and they both moaned. Wendy fucked Gail hard, using short and long strokes, alternating between fast, medium and slow pace. It wasn't long before both women were screaming as they came.

When Wendy pulled out Gail rushed and took the cock into her mouth enjoying the taste of their mixed juices. "Shower?" Gail asked as she got up and jiggled towards the bathroom. Wendy pulled the dildo from her pussy and jogged a few steps to catch up.

By the time they were done, half the day was over, Gail asked if Wendy wanted to join her for a light lunch at the country club and Wendy quickly accepted. Wendy confessed that she no longer played tennis but was still a fan and she'd love to watch her play a league or tournament match. A few of Gail's country club friends passed by and Gail introduced them to Wendy. After they left Gail explained who they really were and gossiped about the heirs they put on and the truth behind it. She mentioned the tournament already in progress, and that Dee and Julie were in the finals of two events and asked if she might want to attend with her.

"A date," Wendy asked smiling broadly.

"Sure, why not a date," Gail said, "as long as you fuck and eat my pussy again like you did today." Not ready to come out or even sure if she should consider the circumstances, Gail was careful to speak these truths softly.

Her husband would be arriving in a few days and Dr. Tarlan Sharivar didn't know what she was going to tell him. Although they talked almost daily by phone or "Facetime" she hadn't told him that she'd been seduced. Now she had a master and mistress and they'd likely never be intimate again. That she was now mostly a lesbian except for her master's cock. How could she tell him that? He'd think she'd lost her mind. If true, how could she have let this happen? He'd left her alone for a couple of months and look at the mess she'd made.

She'd have to tell one of them. They'd know what to do. This kind of thing must have happened before. Despite her misgivings, she enjoyed the touch of a woman and when her master fucked her or spent any time with her she couldn't imagine a happier moment.

She saw her neighbor Mary Sue occasionally; they would wave to one another. Finally, one evening Mary Sue knocked on Tarlan's door. She had a bottle of whiskey and asked if she could come in. Tarlan welcomed the dyke into her home and retrieved two glasses.

Mary Sue thanked Tarlan for her company, it was at a time when she was at her lowest. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come by when you did." She poured a small amount into each glass. "I understand if you don't want to play anymore, so don't let that bother you. We come from different worlds; besides you're married and eventually he's coming home." She paused, getting a little emotional.

"I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you regardless, and because of you I was able to begin again, thank you." Putting the bottle down she picked up her glass and Tarlan mimicked her. They clicked glasses and Mary Sue swallowed her drink in one gulp.

Again, mimicking her neighbor Tarlan did the same. Unaccustomed to Kentucky Whisky, it didn't go down as smoothly as Mary Sue made it look, and Tarlan choked on the lethal potion as she tried to catch her breath.

They both laughed and drank some more. With the bottle half empty, it wasn't long before the women were naked and bent in a sixty-nine. Tarlan having never had whiskey of any sort didn't know when to stop, poured a little into Mary Sue's pussy and lapped it up, poor thing had no idea the headache that awaited her the next morning.

Nevertheless, she was in the mood to try anything. When Mary Sue produced a strapon dildo Tarlan pretended to give her a blowjob. She surprised herself when she was able to take most of it down her throat. This was a skill that would have been handy, had she not become a lesbian against her will. Not realizing that she was meant to use it on her master. Mary Sue pretended to cum and then flipped Tarlan on her stomach and fucked her from behind until they both came. Eager to try the dildo herself Tarlan put it on and fucked the large dyke from behind. She found it challenging to keep up a good rhythm. But once she found one she showed amazing skill much to Mary Sue's delight.

They fell asleep in each other's arms; Tarlan was awakened by Mary Sue's loud snoring and her pounding headache. It was Wednesday morning and Tarlan had classes, she made her way to the bathroom showered and dressed to find Mary Sue had gotten up and fixed a light breakfast with what she'd found in the kitchen. "You know I didn't come over here last night to seduce you," the large woman said clad only in her too small thong, which hid nothing from view.

"I know, but I don't regret it for a minute. The sex that it," she said clarifying. "The whiskey was another thing."

"Thank you, that was sweet, just like you." The intimidating woman, smiled, then sighed. "I've done it again," she confessed. "I've gone ahead and fallen for you, a married woman. Why do I keep doing this to myself?"

Tarlan approached her lover with the intention of a consoling hug. Mary Sue bent down, intercepting her and turning the hug into a passionate kiss. Tarlan didn't fight it. She scolded herself, for not putting an end to this, not only would her husband be home in a few days, but she had a master and mistress who's priorities didn't always match those of her own. She did have a place in her heart for the big blonde dyke, but on top of everything else they were too different. Pinching the big nipple nearest to her broke the mood, and she told Mary Sue she was going to be late for her class and needed to leave. Reluctantly, Mary Sue pulled on her blue jeans and tee shirt. They walked out the door together and said their goodbyes.

"Will I see you again, you know before..." she trailed off.

Tarlan replied sadly. "I don't know... I didn't expect this. I have a lot on my plate, right now, I'm not saying no, but I..." Tarlan stopped and got in her car. Mary Sue waved and walked back to her house.​