Back to School

So, there I was: a middle-aged, divorced white male. I had enrolled, registered, and was heading back to college for the second time in my life.
That was twenty years ago. Twenty years…my God.
I stood outside my second classroom, watching as it emptied its students and trying to figure out how to find the building with my next class. All around me, students were in a flurry of activity, coming and going like hornets around a nest.
Students were running to grab lunch at the local brand restaurant built just two buildings over; others were standing in long lines trying to fuel up on coffee at a campus Starbucks before their next class. Students grabbing smoothies on the run at Jamba Juice…
Much has changed with college since my first time around. Smartphones. Computers. Artificial Intelligence. Campuses now have integrated brand-named restaurants and shops. Even the campus dining hall was updated. No more were the days of traditional cafeteria-style bland food service. The food was delicious since it had to compete with other schools.
Not to mention the students. The student body had evolved to encompass this technological and contemporary age. It still managed to retain its collegiate identity, open-minded, wide-eyed, and liberal attitudes—just quicker and more updated. The music, fashion, and earbuds were everywhere.
The girls, however, had not changed.
In this warm weather, all of nature exploded, and the yellow pollen of Spring had arrived. Like a dust storm, it coated everything, and all the females took the hint: the dull Winter wear had been shed. There was skin revealed everywhere: arms, legs, and midriffs were naked, tanned, and proudly bared for all to take notice. Bustlines revealed ample, firm, and shapely breasts. Yoga pants, God bless the man who invented them, seemed to be the unofficial uniform. Shapely legs and tight coed asses were everywhere, beckoning their siren song to us men…
Cum, and pollinate us.
Don’t mind if I do.
College women are of the legal age of consent. Mind you, I am a gentleman and I always check to make sure. I started back to school, minding my p’s and q’s and following the rules of being classmates with all. I was just another student trying to further my education. If there are girls here who are interested in older men, then I am not about to waste an opportunity if they wish a friendship with me. Since starting back in the Fall Semester, I quickly shed pounds on a new diet and renewed my trips to the campus treadmill. I lived off campus, but as with any group dynamic of people, I wanted to fit in and be accepted. I do have youthful looks on my side.
I did not see it coming, however.
I quickly decide what direction to take towards my next class and set off. I am in a hurry and trying to think on the go. The Fall Semester had passed into Spring, and nothing had happened, and that was okay. The workload had piled up, and I had submerged myself into it and forgotten about all the sexy students around me, and that was difficult given that they kept me horny. I was just Joe Six-Pack, after all.
I quickly approach the building, and before I can reach the door, it opens, and a small Black female student steps out into the sunshine.
Her name is Julietta, and she is my chemistry lab partner. She is a petite, bubbly, and, when she wears her glasses, a sexy nerd. An ebony princess, her twenty-year-old body is tight and sculpted, even for a female of her youthful age. I realize that I am aroused just looking at her.
Puppy eyes, straight, black hair cut into long bangs that frame her beautiful face, full lips detailed in ruby lipstick, and full hips. Perky breasts and that signature black girl's ass that pops out. You could set a food tray level on her ass.
Bon appetite.
However—
This semester, Organic Chemistry 102 has been a tough, gut-wrenching, mind-bending ordeal, and more than once, she has helped me through it. Since we were lab partners and shared the same class, and given the complexity of the subject, I never looked at her beyond anything as a friend. More like a kid sister that annoys me.
Julietta, on the other hand, has different intentions.
“Hi,” she beams a beautiful smile at me. She is lit up like a firefly at seeing me. She insists on a huge hug from me.
“Hey, you,” I tease back at her.
“…and my name is?” She looked stern.
“Julietta,” I snapped back. “Smart and beautiful Julietta.”
“You know my name?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Again, she starts, completely astonished. Her face resonates with joy. Her eyes are glued to me. My brotherly resolve is melting and is being replaced with horny infatuation.
“You never use it.”
“I have always known your name.” I give her my best smoldering stare.
My resolve was going, going, gone... No more Mr. Nice Guy.
My first suspicion began the day in the lab when she firmly put her leg up against mine. Given the solid wood long lab tables with drawers for lab equipment inter-spaced, students had small, cramped cubbyholes to sit two student partners at a time. I always made sure I gave her the most room, but that day she made that subtle move that women do when they want your attention. Her leg stayed against mine for the entire period. I ignored it, being a gentleman. I knew she had a boyfriend.
Smart as hell, the petite young lady was more intelligent than I, other students, or even her college professors. She was a fearless brat and never held back her opinion or feelings. I remember the day in class when she went up to the professor after the lecture with a question, and he turned her away. She went back to her seat and called him a dick under her breath.
My aha moment of clarity occurred one day, right before the beginning of class. I was in my usual seat in the vast amphitheater class that these lower-level classes are known for. Christina, an older German friend, spotted me through the doorway as she was heading down the hall. She came into the class and approached me. We had not seen each other in a while, and without thinking, I took her hand as we spoke and caught up. I guess I did it because of my attraction to her and because she let me.
As soon as Christina left, Julietta was right there beside my seat, chatting me up. She had her hair in pigtails, resembling Harley Quinn right out of Batman. Many of the girls on campus had adopted this look when the Suicide Squad movie premiered. Like dressing up like a slut for Halloween, only it was not Halloween, and daddy’s little monster was leaning across my desk, face level with me that day, eating up my attention.
She had been watching me and Christina, and the girl was jealous. I was indifferent to her but open to other women, and my polite indifference to her was the flame that she, as a moth, could not deny.
It occurred to me that day that Julietta craved the attention and approval of older men. I resolved without delay that I was going to seduce her.
Right now, Julietta can only stare back, speechless. Students continue to come and go all around, ignoring us, but I can tell we are ignoring them and the rest of the world. Our eyes are exclusively on one another.
I impulsively make my move, positioning myself right alongside her. Here goes nothing.
“You want to grab coffee, perhaps something to eat?”
“Yeah, but my boyfriend?”
“We won’t tell him, shall we?” I smile, holding her eyes with mine, and briefly touch her back. “What he doesn’t know…”

The door to our room shuts with a bang, but Julietta and I are locked in a tight embrace, deeply kissing as our hands run rampant all over each other's bodies. We never made it to a restaurant. In the car, we cannot decide where to go, and out of frustration, I jokingly suggest a hotel room.
She agrees. Off we go.
I am deeply kissing her, tasting her, and immediately sliding my tongue into her mouth. She sighs and reciprocates with deep swirls, winding her tongue around mine. I must have this young woman. My hands feel her back, tracing every inch and finding the small arch near her waist. I cover her mouth with deep, enthusiastic kisses as I mentally consider what we are doing. Older white guy making out with a young, Black, sexy woman. I cannot believe this situation, and I do not care. I am blinded by pure lust. Is it because she is so much younger? Is it because she is black and so ravenous for a white man? Is it both?
I turn her around, embracing her from the back. I drape her neck with soft, lingering kisses. My lips taste her skin, and I am hungry for more. My hands wrap around her waist, feeling her form and wandering up her abdomen as she utters small sighs of approval. I continue kissing as my hands discover her perky breasts and explore them; in response, her nipples grow erect, rock hard, and they are piercing in between my excited fingers. My right hand releases a breast and glides down her belly, finding her tiny navel. My pelvis is pressed against her backside, and I can feel the shapely curves of her firm buttocks pressing against me. My cock is positioned between them, and it begins to awaken.
“I want you,” I whisper in her ear, as my hand leaves her navel and enters her pants.
She feels the same. She pulls me towards the bed and sits at the corner while I remain standing. She looks up, lust and longing in her eyes as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my fly. Without a word, she boldly reaches through my unzipped pants and into my underwear, gently grabs and frees my penis, already in a semi-state of erection. She pulls my cock through my open fly and starts stroking it.
I groan as I can only watch, speechless. Julietta is no longer looking at my face; she is lovingly gazing at my pink cock as it grows in her dark hands. She cannot stop staring at it. I continue to grow erect in hands. She is mesmerized by my mushroom glans as it fills with blood, swelling red and then purple as it is engorged. She is hypnotized. I start to wonder what will happen next because she is memorizing every feature of my erection, stroking me. She cannot take her eyes off it.
“Ever had a white cock?” I cannot help but ask, jokingly.
She gives me an evil smile but does not answer. Instead, she moves her face in closer to my waist and, taking my cock with one hand, she wipes it all over her smiling face. I am aghast; I never had a woman do that to me before, and I can only helplessly watch as she closes her eyes and smears it all over her face. Her breathing is heavy as she inhales the aroma of my musky cock. Her mouth stays closed, but she passes my glans across her lips repeatedly.
I am in heaven, gently placing my hands around the back of her head. Julietta opens her mouth and makes a show of licking her lips, smacking a little too loudly as she stares down at my almost-rigid cock; it is a dare for me to slide it into her open, hungry mouth?
She reads my mind and gently places the tip against her lips. She opens her mouth, parting her lips, and takes teasing little nips all over my head, kissing and playful nipping along the way down my shaft. She stops before my balls and heads back up, exploring my dick with her mouth again. Kissing, kissing, kissing…
She makes it back to the top and notices that pre-cum has oozed out of my cock-hole and has started running in a slimy trail across my head and down my frenulum. She takes a sensual and slow lick and hesitates, savoring my salty and sticky lust for her. I always have heavy pre-cum, something that embarrasses me in front of other women. Julietta does not bat an eye and immediately starts lapping up the rest of it with relish.
“Mmmmm,” she purrs. My breath grows heavy as she consumes me.
Having tasted me, she now indulgently puts my cock past her lips. Her mouth is warm and wet; her tongue a velvety carpet as she now French kisses it. The first moment your cock enters a willing and desperate mouth is an instant epiphany; the wonder and amazing sensations of pleasure that a cock-hungry mouth floods over your erection and overcome you, and you get lost in that moment. My mind goes blank, my eyes close, but I feel her suckles are shy at first, but she slides me deeper as her lust for me overcomes any inhibitions, and she now wishes to gorge herself on me.
I gladly oblige her. I gently guide her head as it bobs up and down on my raw meat. Her saliva is building, and her sucking noises are getting louder and louder as her mouth milks my cock. She slows and changes her routine from greedy sucks to loving and mouth-fucking, with intermittent licking and kisses. She covers my cock with them.
Pulling me off, she lies back on the bed. I open my eyes and glance down to see that her lipstick has come off with several bright-red rings have magically appeared around my erection.
“Your turn,” she smiles as she unbuttons her blouse and slides down her pants. I take off my shirt and unbutton my pants, kicking off my shoes as I crawl towards her. I am yanking off her shoes, ignoring her socks, and sliding her pants down her waist, past those creamy thighs that I want to bury my face in, and down to her ankles. She unclasps her bra and tosses it wherever; I slide her pants completely off, and I begin to kiss and lick my way up her legs. I take a pause and aggressively spread her legs, exposing her vulnerable chocolate thighs to my hungry mouth.
She starts to moan as I plant kisses up and down her tender, exposed legs. Her thighs are a tender delight, and anytime I get near the crotch of her panties, I inhale the natural odor of her womanhood. I cannot help but plant my nose there and inhale deeply. Through her panties, her pussy smells like a heavenly garden; a rich bouquet of tangy in the forefront, followed by the sweet, sweet after-smell of aroused pussy. It drives me wild, over the edge, and I cannot help but rip her panties apart in a wild frenzy to get at her.
Julietta laughs, and I toss her shredded underwear across the room without care. Julietta continues laughing as she rolls over, spreading her legs and arching her back low. She plants her shoulders down, face into the bed, and without a word, her ass is presenting itself to me in full glory.
It is the perfect bubble butt that all men seek, tiny and perky, rounded and firm, just that perfect combination of symmetry, form, and proportions of her cheeks, asshole…and that juicy blackberry. I lean in and place my face in between her ebony cheeks, kissing each all over…kissing then licking each round, shapely, and tight black cheek in turn. Julietta giggles in pleasure as my tongue and lips explore every inch of her ass.
The giggles turn into moaning as I find her honeypot and go to work on it, like the busy little bee that I am. Her fat, puffy outer lips invite me in, and her thin and juicy inner lips are perfect for kissing, licking, and sucking on. Her moans are getting louder as I use my teeth to gently nibble her labia hood and her hard, little clit. I gently pry open those lips, licking each fold in turn before I hungrily lick inside her, tasting that pungent and sweet pussy. I want to eat her up! I find her entrance to the holy of holies, and I start to tongue fuck her. I indulge myself there as I know I am indulging her as well. In and out my mouth makes love to her one moment and deeply fucks her the next. Time passes slowly as a symphony of her ohhhs, ahhhs, and oh my Gods fills the silence of our room. I look up as I work and realize I had forgotten something.
Julietta has an amazing asshole. It is a quintessential, round, symmetrically shaped, pouting little hole. I notice it is begging for attention when it automatically opens and shuts, winking at me. I realize that I am intimidated by a Black woman’s asshole, and I have no idea why. All women enjoy me kissing their asses; however more would a Black woman enjoy having a blue-eyed, blond male eating out her ass?
I go for it.
My tongue slowly traces the circumference several times before I drift down into her dark, delicious starfish. I relish her wrinkles by circling them again and again, saving the best for last. I am lost in Heaven, and I am no longer aware of where we are or the world around us; it is just her ass and me.
“Ohhhhhhh…!” She has never had a white man lick her asshole before.
My tongue hits the middle; that puckered hole beckons my tongue. It is the perfect sphincter of female flesh, round and devoid of any flaw. I am hungry to eat her bootyhole, lapping at it like a dog, savoring every lick.
I want to smell her, taste her, and fuck her until she begs me to stop. I am consumed with this primal urge; a lust I no longer can contain, even if I want to. I can feel her ass beginning to relax, the looseness of it as it yields itself to me and begins to open—
I slide my rigid tongue inside and up her ass, fucking her with it. Nice and slow, sensual, and lusty. I love the shape and texture of her hole on my tongue.
Julietta begins to moan with delight.
I stick my tongue deeper. My cock has become hard again, stiff as iron and twitching with jealousy over where my tongue is. I want to fuck her ass, and she knows it. I want to fuck her pussy, her asshole, and her mouth like I never fucked a woman before, making them ooze and drip with my semen as I mark her as mine.
I pull back and spread her legs open further. I mount her hips and buttocks, gently sliding the head of my penis up and down against her outer pussy lips, letting her know I am about to enter her. I sense her opening, and I slowly slide my cock inside…
“Fuuuuuck,” she cries.
“I want to fuck you SOOO much, Julietta,” I cry out.
“Do it. Fuck me, please! Fuck me with your white cock!”
“YES!”
“FUCK ME!”
“YES!”
“YOU WANNA CUM IN ME?”
“GOD, YES!”
“YEAH?”
“I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER YOU!”
After a few more shallow strokes, I go deeper into her love box. I enjoy how tight she is, and then I sense her pussy is suddenly wet and slick. I look down.
My stiff cock is now coated in her white, slick, and gooey lubricant. My cock is now bathed in it, and I can smell her pussy all over it. I love it; I love when a woman gets excited and wet all over my dick and it transforms me into a piston of veined meat, thrusting inside her like a machine.
I control this impulse, thrusting slowly and sensually at first, making gentle love to her. I then change up the tempo with wilder, animal thrusts. Then back to slow and gentle again. She starts to buck backwards into me, matching my thrusts.
She pulls off and pushes me down on my back. Without a word, she climbs on top of me. Taking my stiff cock in her hands, she slips it between her thighs and into her upright figure. My cock glides into her, smooth and silky, without any resistance, as she faces away from me and begins to gyrate her hips. She settles in and begins to ride me, maximizing the thrusting sensations while controlling how quickly she wants it. I lie back and enjoy the show…
Ride it, cowgirl. Ride me long and hard.
She does. I watch her sexy hips, ass, and pussy go to work on me. She soon begins to pant, working up a light sheen of sweat that glistens on her tawny back, beading up and rolling down her beautiful ass and dripping onto me. The sight of that makes me buck her in response. I want her to fuck me. Hard. I want her to fuck me harder than any man she has ever been with. Soon, both of us are panting and grunting, and the bed is shaking uncontrollably and becoming wet with our perspiration. Our grunts echo off the hotel room walls.
I want to see her riding my cock with all her might. As if reading my mind, Julietta kicks into a higher gear and begins bouncing her hips up and down on me in a passionate frenzy. Her pussy has a tight, wet seal on me; it grips, squeezes, and devours my stiff and willing cock. It does not want to let me go. I do not want her to.
I realize that these delicious sensations must be getting close to the edge when I begin having thoughts of being joined inside her body and becoming a part of her being. I am lost; nothing else in the world matters except using my cock to please her. Each thrust makes me desire to deposit myself into her, leaving me joined and entwined within this wonderful woman. I want to explode inside her. It is getting close.
I try to buck her off me; I need to take a moment to regain my composure. Julietta refuses, and instead, she finds an even higher gear, going full ballistic on my dick. The sensations are unreal, furious, and out of control. Almost painful. This renewed effort on her part allows me to back off a bit, but only a little.
Julietta pulls off, turning around and lying between my legs. She takes my throbbing cock in her hands, and locking her smoldering brown eyes on mine, she slides me into her mouth. She begins fucking me with her tongue and lips. Her mouth remains open, allowing me to see her hunger at work. Her lust is in control of me. Her lips are kissing my glans, taking my purple and glistening head between them, giving me soulful and long sucks. Her tongue performs a slow lap dance, winding and entwining my veined cock like a slithery snake. She laps my shaft, teases my balls, and pauses slowly and sensually to encircle my head. I can tell her tongue is exploring it the way mine explored her asshole. I cannot help but moan to this sweet torture.
“I’m gonna cum,” I warn her.
Again, she doubles down on her efforts on my penis. It is a symphony of wet, sloppy, slobbering cock worship. The sucking where you know they want to suck and swallow your cock, and they could not care less about anything else. Not even you as a person. They just desire cock, and they want it now, sucking loudly and uncontrollably. Cock lust.
Pure worship deserves reward. I grunt and yell, unashamed to whoever may hear my approaching orgasm. My cock hardens momentarily, and this cue allows Julietta to keep her mouth open and tongue out. I climax, and the first spurt shoots out at an alarming speed, splashes her face in semen. I am yelling as this uncontrollable sensation possesses me, body, and spirit. My second jet coats her lips and tongue. It is salty, gooey, and warm. She responds by opening her mouth wider, wanting more.
I cum repeatedly. Each shot goes into her mouth. Julietta swallows but then leaves her mouth open, her tongue out. Sperm and saliva slowly drool out and onto my twitching cock. I am helpless to her; she can do anything she wants. I am lost within my eruptions when she suddenly moves again, mounting my sperm coated cock and thrusting it deep into her pussy. My last two spurts are inside her. She gyrates and grinds on it, feeling my semen inside her, and it prompts her to cum. She throws her head back and howls, her body shudders, and she is suddenly silenced mid-scream as her orgasm overpowers her completely. She collapses on top of me, and I embrace her as our intermingled juices leak out of her and onto me.
Our grunts become gasps, our gasps become cries, our cries become outbursts of delight.