The Professor and the Student

At 6’3”, 205 pounds, and a gleaming shaved head, Tim Jones looked more like an ancient Nubian king than a college professor.  Only 34 years old, Tim had just gotten tenure at the prestigious university where he worked.  His book, The Civil War; A Slave’s Perspective spent ten weeks as number one on the New York Times nonfiction bestseller list. His publisher was hounding him for a follow-up, dangling a $2 million advance as the carrot.  Tim would write when he was ready.
  
The last year had been a blur.  Book signings, speaking engagements and photo opportunities with prestigious black leaders (they wanted to be photographed with him!) came one after the other.  Tim was doing two of things that he liked the most, teaching college and making money.  As the spring semester wound its way toward summer it was obvious to Tim that the female students looked better this year than ever, particularly Paige Cornet.  She was a 5’ 9”, blonde with a great set of tits and an ass to die for, who resided twice a week in the front row of his The Post Civil War South class. 
  
One rule that Tim never violated was DO NOT FUCK A STUDENT.  During his short time teaching he had already heard too many stories of careers and lives ruined.  Paige was graduating next month and then would be fair game. Paige was a tease. Whenever she wore a skirt to class she made sure to give Tim an eyeful of panty.   Twice she caught him looking, and when they made eye contact she smiled and then slowly closed her legs.  Paige often thought about Tim when she masturbated. She fantasized about the size of his dick, the mahogany shaft sliding in and out of her pink dripping pussy.  Those were some of her best orgasms.

Tim was standing at the bar in a Greenwich Village restaurant waiting for his best friends Bubba and Charlayne.  They were fixing him up tonight with a woman who taught Black Women’s Issues at one of the local colleges.  Tim didn’t hold out much hope that he and the radical black feminist were going to hit it off.  He reminded himself that although he horny, he wasn’t desperate.  He had tried to say no to the blind date, but both Bubba and Charlayne had insisted.  What could he do? 

“Hello Professor,” came a sultry voice over his left shoulder.

When he turned and saw Paige there was an immediate stirring in his pants.

“Paige! What are you doing here?”

“I’m having dinner with some friends.  I happened to see you at the bar and I couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste. I’ve been meaning to stop by your office, but my new job has kept me busy.”

She looked extremely hot.  Her tight short sleeve pink V-neck top let everyone know that her breasts were big, and the bounce when she walked revealed that they were natural.  Her white low-rider pants looked as if they had been painted on.  Try as he might, Tim couldn’t see any signs of panties.

After a few minutes of small talk, seemingly from nowhere Paige produced a slip of paper containing her cell number.

“I live here in the city. Maybe we could meet for a drink?”

“You can count on it.”

Paige put her arms around his neck and pressed her crotch against Tim’s semi-erect manhood.  “I can’t wait,” she whispered as she ended the embrace.

 Tim felt his cock surge to attention as her ass wiggled away.

“Damn!” 

Tim took a deep breath outside of Paige’s apartment door. He had waited a week before calling her.  Between vacations and book signings, it took them six weeks to find a mutually acceptable date.  Tim wanted to take her out to dinner and the theater but Paige insisted that she wanted to cook dinner for him.  “I love to cook and I’m good at it. And I love to do what I’m good at.”  So here he was, outside her door with flowers in one hand and a bottle of Chianti in the other.

“Hi professor,” she said as she opened the door.

Tim stepped into the apartment and put his right arm around Paige’s waist before she even had a chance to close the door.  Drawing her lips to his he kissed her, sensually sliding his tongue into her mouth. “Please, it’s Tim,” he said softly when their lips parted.

“Ok” she hesitated, “Tim.”  

Paige grabbed Tim’s hand and led him into the living room.  Sheepishly she looked at him and apologized.
 
“I got a late start on dinner and the lasagna needs to set for at least 45 minutes.  Sit on the couch and I’ll get you some wine and put on some music.” 

Tim watched her as she moved around the small apartment.  It was a one bedroom with an adequate living room and kitchen.  Adequate if you didn’t have to cook for or entertain more than two people.  

She moved fluidly, her low cut soft orange satin blouse the perfect match for her loose floral skirt.  She was quite demure tonight, with the skirt coming below her knee.  It had a gypsy feel to it. When she bent over he got a good look at her naked breasts.  “No bra” sailed through his head and straight to his dick.  

They had been filling in the missing pieces of their lives for about twenty minutes when Paige announced, “I have something to show you.”  With that, she slowly she picked up her left leg and put it on the couch.  At the same time she lifted her skirt to the top of her thighs.   

“You loved looking up my skirt in class.  Is this what you wanted to see?”

Tim focused on her exposed pussy. Trimmed short but not shaved, the hair was lightest color blonde he had ever seen.  Her protruding labia reminded him of a Georgia O’Keefe painting. 

“Go on, take a closer look.”  It came out as a whisper.

As Tim slid off the couch Paige shifted her hips to the right.  She was now facing front with her left foot still on the couch while her other foot remained on the floor.  As Tim moved in between her legs he could see the wetness on her pubic hair.  Her pussy had a fresh smell, yet musky and erotic at the same time.  When he kissed the inside of her left thigh he felt her shudder.  He glanced up and saw her unbuttoning her blouse.  She yanked it out of her skirt and shrugged it off her shoulders. Her skirt was now up around her waist.  His tongue had almost reached her exposed lips when she grabbed his head and pulled it up to her breasts.  In a husky voice she said, “Not yet, lick these first.”

Tim honored her request.  His tongue caressed her left breast, then her right.  They were magnificent, at least large 36 C’s, with a pale areola an inch and a half in diameter with nipples that stood out at least three quarters of an inch.  Her skin was very pale and the sight of those erect nipples drove him crazy.  She moaned and rocked her hips as he continued to lick and suck each one in turn.

He was bent at the waist sucking her tits while his dick was trapped in his tight briefs.  Paige whimpered “No!” when his mouth abandoned her aching breasts. Tim stood up, straightened out his dick and started to undo his belt.  “I’ll do that.” said Paige.  Tim kicked off his loafers and took off his shirt while she pulled his pants around his ankles.  He stepped out of the pants and kicked them away.  He only had his briefs on. For a few seconds Paige just stared at the huge bulge.  She nuzzled the bulge, rubbing her cheek against his cloth-encased organ. She pulled his underwear off and gasped when his dick came free.  It stood nine inches long and was two and a half inched thick.  The head was even wider. Tim’s skin tone was a medium brown, but his dick was ebony.  It stood out from his body with a royal majesty, pulsing as if it had a life of its own.

Paige’s pussy was wet before, but now it was dripping. She was a young woman in conflict.  Should she worship it first or suck it first?  She closed her eyes and said a thank you prayer, then kissed the tip and put as much of the head in her mouth that she could manage.  Her jaw stretched so much that it hurt. She put both hands around the base of the shaft and still four inched extended above her grip.  She took her mouth off the head and licked the entire length. She licked all of it, her tongue leaving trails of saliva in its wake. She started to gently pump his prick while she returned to kissing and sucking the head.  Paige could feel the head swell as she gave it her undivided attention. Before long Tim began to grunt.  He had great staying power, but damn, she was good.  Before he got too close to orgasm, he pulled his dick away and gently pushed her back.  She pulled her hips forward until her cunt was perched on the edge of the couch.
  
Tim was known as a patient and tender lover, but now was not the time. He dove tongue-first into Paige’s pussy.  Starting from the bottom he between the swollen lips until her moaning was constant.  Her clit had popped out of its hood and was almost as big as one of her nipples.   Tim’s tongue massaged the bud and Paige’s hips went into overdrive.  Tim worked a middle finger into her surprisingly tight pussy while he sucked on her clit.  When his forefinger pierced her asshole, Paige exploded as never before.  She kept howling as the finger continued to fuck her anus.

“Fuck me! Hurry!” 

Tim rose up on his knees then leaned forward to put his hands on either side of her shoulders. Paige pulled her knees to her chest as he drove his dick into her pussy like a man possessed.  His control was superb, fucking her into two more orgasms.  Paige was making so much noise that Tim was sure it was only a matter of time until some neighbor called the police.  Finally, Tim was approaching his own finale.

Before he came, he backed out of the vacuum hose that masqueraded as her pussy.   He lunged upward, thrusting his massive prick between her tits.  Paige responded by pushing them together to create more friction.  The sight of his big black dick between those milky white orbs was more than Tim could stand.  With an extended growl he unleashed four tremendous spurts of cum that covered her neck and chin with a pearl necklace.

When the spurts subsided, Tim collapsed between Paige’s thighs, his head on her breasts, cum slowly reaching his hair.  They laid like that was until their breathing returned to normal.  Paige looked over Tim’s shoulder at the clock in the kitchen.

“The lasagna’s set.  Let’s eat!”