I finally finished moving in and unpacking …dayum, this moving crap can be very stressful…leaving corporate America for academia is in itself a challenge, add 2000 miles of relocation and you can envision where my head was…
The advertising industry had changed a great deal in the past few years…most new campaigns lacked imagination and very few execs would notice a fresh thought if it were directly in front of them… to be perfectly honest, I was bored out of my mind with my job and was seriously considering a career change…
My once hot and torrid relationship with Lynda was cooling off rapidly…she hadn’t slept at my place in over a month…prior to the day before I left town, it had been two weeks since we had knocked boots…notice, I didn’t say we fucked…fucking is enjoyable, lately, we just got each other off…sex to her was approached as if it was a chore and that attitude killed the urge for me… Her career was her primary concern these days, and she was having difficulty separating her work role (da manager) from her home role (my woman), after six years, it seemed that our thing had run its course…basically, we were at the point that Gladys Knight sung about a few years ago…”Neither One of Us Wants to be the First to say Goodbye”…
When Gralen, a frat brother of mine, now the dean of students affairs at a HBCU in Baton Rouge called offering me a staff position, I accepted before he’d finished saying what all was included in the package…My creative juices flowed heavily twelve years ago when I completed my undergrad work here in Baton Rouge and my hope was to re-ignite those juices and finish the novel I had started writing in the late 1990’s… My fast pace life style in Los Angeles left little time to write…I would crank out a few short erotic pieces every now and then through an online group I joined which at times caused conflict between Lyn and I, she saying, all I ever thought about was sex and that my stories were much too graphic to be fiction and the truth be told, she was partially correct…
There’s not a day since childhood that most of my thoughts were not erotic…My grandfather, upon reading some of my junior high school stories, commented that I must have a white liver…highly or oversexed people were considered to have a white liver in his day…I can still hear him saying, “Boy, if I didn’t know where you were every night, I would swear that you were out trying some of this stuff you write about, you got one hell of an imagination”…
I had been on campus in the staff suites now for three weeks, having stayed in a hotel a week while the fall session ended and they prepped this apartment for me…campus life in the summer is quiet…to give you a better visual, if solitude is what you seek, live in a dorm on campus in the summer in Baton Rouge, Louisiana…The only disturbance you’ll hear at night is the deafening sound of crickets…the ideal setting to focus your thoughts and complete a novel, right?
On this particular hot and muggy June night, I had just re-written a paragraph for the fifth time when there was a knock on my door…glancing at the time on my laptop, I saw it was 11:30pm…strange, who the hell was this…The only guest I’d had since moving in was Gralen and another frat brother Raymond who owned a limo service both here and in New Orleans but neither would drop by without calling…I opened the door and standing there in a snow white halter and shorts that looked painted on her dark chocolate body was this gorgeous sister Tina, an assistant with the universities female dance troupe…we had met briefly during orientation…I remembered fantasizing about her and getting an immediate hard-on when she was introduced to the staff…She was hot and thick, just the way I like them…standing about five feet ten, measuring, 38-22-44…The girl had BACK…you could have placed a cafeteria tray on her ass with three full glasses of milk and she could walk across campus without spilling a drop…Her most outstanding and alluring feature to me was her complexion…Hershey’s makes a candy bar they market as Special Dark…It’s a possibility they had this sister in mind when they came up with that one… she had the most flawless, darkest blemish free skin I’d ever seen… she was so dark that charcoal would have made a white mark on her…she was in a word, “beautiful”…
“Hi”, she said, “my name is Tina…we met at orientation, do you remember me?” ‘How could I forget’ was my reply…’what are you doing on campus this time of night’ I asked…
”My roommate was supposed to pick me up an hour ago after dance practice but she never showed, my battery is drained in my cell and seeing your lights on, I gambled that you were home and I was wondering if I could use your phone to call her”…’of course’ I said, handing her my cordless and offering a chair…I headed back to my desk and laptop, more to sit down and cover up my embarrassing erection than anything else…”Oh hell Jess,” she said…” that’s a bummer… yeah… my battery died…no, go ahead, I’ll think of something…bye”
‘Is everything ok’, I asked…”Well, not really”, was her reply…”my roommate Jessica’s been trying to reach me…her reserved unit has been call up for active duty and she has to report to Ft. Polk in the morning…she and Eddie, her boyfriend are saying their goodbyes at our apartment now”…’Is there anything I can do to help?
I’ll take you anyplace you need to go…
May I offer you a drink or something?
Beer, coke, wine, water’?
“I’ll take a glass of red wine if you don’t mind”, she says…Hobbling to the kitchen, trying my best to mask my throbbing hard dick that I knew was now very visible through these shorts, I returned in a couple of minutes with two wine glasses and a 1993 bottle of Kendall Jackson Merlot…
I find her sitting at my desk reading the screen on my laptop…I’m in the company of an author”, she says, “This is good work, are you published?” ‘Not yet’, I say, filling her glass and sitting on a bar stool, still attempting to hide my still swollen member…”Do you have anything else completed?” she asked…’A few short stories of erotica that I share with a couple of friends is all I have here’, I say, ‘there’s still a lot of stuff in storage’…”Erotica”, she says…”Can I read them?” ‘Sure’, I say…reaching over her, I find and open the folder then I return to my stool…
I watch as she reads…the glow from the laptop screen highlights her facial expressions and her beauty…dayum…she must be descended from royalty, only the genes of kings and queens could produce something this lovely…she nearly empties her glass after finishing reading NDT, a story of the adventures of a telephone man…I refill it as she starts reading a two part short titled the PARK…halfway through the story I could see her nipples harden…they along with my dick were in a swelling contest and the winner was impossible to call at this point…”Whew”, she says, wiping her brow and finishing the glass of wine in one swallow…”that was hot…are these life experiences, fiction or the combination of both?” ‘Fiction’ I reply…’I fantasize a lot’…handing me her glass to refill, she opens another story, THE DOOR and begins reading…a minute or so into the story her left hand goes between her legs and she starts rubbing her pussy thru her shorts…without turning from the screen she starts talking to me…”Is there some medical condition you have that gives you a constant hard on”, she says, now leaning back, closing her eyes and working her clit a little faster…”the first time I met you, you were erect and tonight you seem to be growing larger by the minute”…Somewhat embarrassed, I replied, ‘It seems your presence has that effect on me, normally I exercise more control’…
I’m not complaining at all she says but it seems either the wine, your erotica or your erection has made it rather warm in here…Would you mind if I got a little more comfortable? Before I could respond, she rose from the chair, removed her top revealing a perfect set of 38’s…accented by two black cherry nipples that extended three-quarter of an inch from each orb…her beauty had me mesmerized…stepping out of her shorts, she stood, legs slightly apart, naked before me…a black goddess with a hint of pink, her swollen clit very visible on her shaved pussy…This special dark chocolate treat was ready for sampling and I was starving for sweets…but it seemed she had a different script.
She started kissing me. Her lips were as soft as cotton. Her tongue was alive…she licked, nibbled, gently sucked my lower lip. “My, my, my” she whispered, as she Pulled my shirt over my head. She continued her tongue exploration of my chest, neck, dayum, she found sensitive spots on my body I didn’t know I had.
The zipper on my shorts was about to break. A pre-cum stain the size of a silver dollar decorated my left pant leg…”Help a sister out”, she said,…”stand for a minute and let me release this monster”.
She undid my shorts and before they hit the floor, half of my dick was down her throat…Kneeling before me, massaging my balls with her left hand, pinching and rubbing my ass with her right, she continued to deep throat me…’Stop! Wait’, I cried ‘slow down lover, please’…I could feel the stirrings of an explosive orgasm coming on…one like I’d never experienced before…I felt as if the top of my head was going to blow…calling on all the strength I possessed, I pulled away from her…”mmmm” she moaned, “you taste so good…come on baby, give it to me, don’t tease…‘Tease, never, lover’ I said, ‘I just don’t want to get too far ahead of you’…She laughed, took my hand and put it between her legs…she was soaked…wetter than wet…”I’m already three ahead of you big boy,” she said, “the thought of you made me cum when I walked in the room”…Placing her on her back, reclining on the sofa, her legs over my shoulders, I began to enjoy the sweets before me…with my tongue, I traced the outer lips of her pulsating juicy pussy…making sure not to touch that engorged clit…Her inner thighs were soaked at this point as her , sweet love juices continued to flow…when I started tracing the alphabet on the inner lips with my tongue, making it a point to hit that throbbing clit with each letter, she started trembling…I had reached the letter “G” when she released, and boy did she release….Screaming and arching her back, she squirted nearly a cup of sweet cream…a quarter cup landed in my mouth, the rest on my hair, beard, neck and chest…I had read and heard about women that ejaculated but this was my first experience with one, and I enjoyed every bit of it…She was still whimpering and moaning when, gripping her ankles, and lifting her legs in the air, her ass on the edge of the sofa, I entered her…I had a little more than the head of dick in her when she tightened her muscles and prevented farther penetration…the walls of her vagina clamped down and milked me…the sensation was unbelievable…as I became accustom to this feeling, she relaxed her muscles and allowed more of me to enter, before she once again locked her pussy and fucked what was in her…it felt as if thirty mini mouths were kissing my shaft…finally, she allowed my full length to penetrate her…pure ecstasy…the head of my prick was in liquid fire…we performed the dance of love like never before…every thrust was met with a equal thrust…every grind matched with another…without withdrawing, she rolled on top and rode me like a race horse…her pussy never releasing it’s grip on me…after what seemed like an eternity of bliss, she dug her nails into my shoulder…the walls of her pussy turned to liquid heat and moaning and screaming, we came together…wave after wave of ecstasy…each time I thought it was over, she would squeeze her muscles and we would cum again…my first multi-orgasmic experience…
Some time later, we showered and she called Jessica, telling her she was ok and saying she would try and see her before she left at seven am…unfortunately, she missed Jess that morning because at six, she requested I read one of my stories to her while she deep throated me…at six thirty-seven am, while reading Insatiable in Two Movements, Tina got me off and we both enjoyed every minute of it…I LOVE CAMPUS LIFE!!!
~Big Poppa
aka Drkhorse
Very well written & intense.
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