I met her at the being of the 2nd semester of my freshman year in college. She was a part- time instruction in the psychology. The attraction between us was visible from day one. When she introduced herself as Mrs. Seneca Johnson, the question wasn't if I was going to fuck her, it was when and where.
I would sit in class and watch her as she made a point to show off her sexy curves. Her form fitting dresses left little to my imagination. The material would press against her body and show off her well contoured shape. Her breasts looked like they were a size 36 B, her waist was small, and her ass reminded me of a small honeydew melon. Every time I saw it I wanted to grab it and devour it.
At age 48 she was stunning. You knew she had been around the block, but they were short blocks. I could see experience written all over her face, but at the same time she had a sense of innocence about her, an innocence that I wanted to explore. One day after class as the students were leaving I walked up to her desk with a hard on; she was looking at some papers.
"Excuse me Mrs. Johnson." I said
She raised her head and her eyes were face to face with my hard cock and it was bulging out towards her. She took a deep breath and said.
"Yes what can I do for you young man?"
"I was wondering if you could suggest a good book or two to read on Skinner."
"Sure let me write them down for you."
She wrote the names of a couple of books down for me and I turned and walked away, as I was about to head out the door she stopped me.
"Hey I don't even know your name, with over 100 students it's hard to know everyone, but 1 or 2 always stands out. I think you may be one of those students."
"Thank you Mrs. Johnson, I'm Marcus Taylor."
"Well Marcus I hope you enjoy the books and please call me Seneca."
"Okay Mrs. Johnson."
Marcus you don't. Never mind, forget it."
"What, I don't what?"
"You take care I need to finish these papers I'll see you next Thursday."
"Okay bye."
"Bye."
I walked away but not before leaving my name and number on her desk without her knowing it.
* * *
I noticed him the moment I walked into the classroom he had a mature look about him that the rest of the class didn't have. He couldn't have been any more than 18, I was old enough to be his mother, but he had me shaking inside like I use to do when I was much younger and much prettier. After class one day he stayed to talk to me about getting some books on Skinner. As I sat looking over papers he asked me about the books, as I lifted my head my eyes came face to face with a cock that was not a young man's cock.
He was wearing a pair of loose fitting slacks and the bulge was huge. It had been years since I had seen suck a cock like that. It excited me; although we talked I don't remember anything I said to him, I was so taken aback by his cock.
As he talked I got lost in his brown eyes and his sexy bald head. He was wearing a tee shirt under his denim jacket and his muscles were trying to burst out of it. His midnight black skin glowed from the lights beaming down on him from the ceiling. I sat feeling if though I was sitting in front of an angel as I basked in his after glow. As he talked to me my mind allowed me to see my creamy white flesh next to his powerful black skin.
After he left I had to gather myself for my next class. I was taking a deep breathe when I noticed a slip of paper on my desk, I picked it up and it was his name and number. My heart stopped at that moment, for I knew the road I was about to travel down, it was a road I had promise myself I wouldn't dare go down. But something was pushing and prodding me to take the low road.
I went home that day thinking about Marcus, I envisioned his strong black hands caressing my soft white skin. His every touch sending chills over my body. His soft full lips embracing mine as our tongues gets to know each other. I wanted him so bad, and it was making me so horny that I rolled over onto my husband around 3am and sucked his cock and sat on him and rode him like he was a bull. I used his cock to fuck Marcus that morning. My orgasm was awesome and my pussy was temporarily satisfied.
* * *
It had been a week since the day in class, I was surprise she didn't call me, but I wasn't
discouraged. I got to class early for our next session. I put a note on her desk and grabbed
a seat. Ten minutes later she entered the classroom looking stunning, she was wearing a long black skirt the was forming fitting and went to her ankles, it had a long slit on the right side that went up to her knee, exposing her long black leather boots that went all the way up to her knees. Her white satin blouse was tucked in her skirt. The blouse had ruffles on the each sleeve and down the center of the blouse.
"Good morning Marcus how are you?" She said.
"I'm fine, how are you Mrs. Johnson?" I said.
She walked to her desk and noticed the note, she picked it up and read it, she looked up at me and started to speak, but several students walked in. As the students piled in I readied myself for her looks and stares, and she didn't disappoint me. Her looks said what I wanted to hear and see from her. I knew she was into me and I knew it would only be a matter of time before I would have my cock buried deep inside her. Sitting in my seat on the front row, her desk was directly in front of me and below me. When she looked up she could see under my desk.
I took my cock out as I was doing the assignment. With my head down I would glance up at her without moving my head and catch her eye balling my cock. She wet her lips several times as she looked on. After at least 45 minutes of this she got up and left the room, her face was blush red as she walked out the room. I finished my assignment and slide another note on the desk and walked out.
We met as I exited the door, I nearly ran her over. I closed the door and was leaning back against it.