0 comments/ 9099 views/ 1 favorites African Violet By: DevisPixi At Granite State Community College, all types of students come and I get them. I set my sights on a divine African beauty with the most incongruous German accent. Christianne's mother was from Sierra Leone and her father was from Germany. She was a frighteningly beautiful "mix," as she called herself, with amber skin, elegant long legs, hourglass hips, tulip shaped lips, and high arched brows over almond eyes. She spoke in cultured, measured tones with British inflection in her Deutsch tongue. I dreamed of tasting her silky cunt. The body language signals we exchanged in class were like a lighthouse beacon illuminating one tall sailing ship in a sea of thirty lesser boats. Christianne's eyes and perfect smile lighted the classroom and homed on my gaze throughout each week's two and a half hour class. Apart from her uncommon beauty, Christianne was brilliant. Her comments in class were in-depth and worldly. She worried about her writing, however, since English was actually her fourth language—after German, French, and Swahili. With a term paper due after the mid-term, she asked if I would read her first draft. I asked if she had time after class, which ended at 9:30. She said, "That would be wonderful." I invited her back to my office. The only other people in the faculty office building were the cleaning crew. I called my wifey and told her I was staying overnight on campus. It wasn't the first time. I sat down Christianne in my office and excused myself to use the bathroom, where I wee-weed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and hands, and wrapped my rod in a condom in case I spouted in my drawers just from being close to her. We sat side by side in chairs at my desk. I asked Christianne if she wanted me to edit her paper on the computer or on the hard copy and she said she wanted me to use pencil and paper so she could see what I was doing. As I corrected her grammar and usage, I read her words aloud and she responded with musical tones: "Hmm ... Um ... Ah!" I breathed in her scent of flowers and fruit from the body wash on her skin and the shampoo in her hair, pulled back and twisted in a bun atop her head. As I worked, she discreetly touched my arm or my hand and edged her legs closer to mine till we pressed against each other. Every time I looked up from the paper I viewed a different ray of beauty—her sparkling cocoa eyes, her fire-red lipstick and rouged cheeks, and her perfectly sculpted nose, mouth, and chin. "The content of your paper is really excellent," I told her. Christianne smiled, paused, and pursed her lips to kiss me gently on the lips. "Your class is so stimulating. You're a wonderful teacher." I smiled and thanked her. Then she kissed me again. She tasted like mint jelly. "We need to finish our work here," I told her softly. "Yes," she whispered. "After that, I want you to make love to me." She rested her head on my shoulder while I marked up the last page of her paper. Christianne stood before me, her smile radiating an angelic aura as she unbuttoned her white silk blouse, wiggled out of her tight black skirt, and used both hands to push down her frilly white string-thong panties. Her long dark slit glistened and I knelt down to kiss her clean-shaven pubis with her undies still around her thighs. My African goddess moaned with delight as my tongue explored the folds of her flower. Her buttery cunt flowed warm and heavy as I nibbled and sucked her succulent pink flesh. She caressed the back of my head when I slid two fingers between her labia and dithered her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I felt her vagina throbbing against my index and forefinger and her wide hips swayed as she sang a sweet melody through her first orgasm. Christianne methodically undressed me, kissing and licking each newly exposed section of my body—my shoulders, chest, stomach, arms, and thighs—as she got rid of my shirt, pants, undershirt, and boxers. Her black-cherry titties jiggled with laughter as she watched my cock and balls tumble free between my legs. She cupped my nuts with both hands and kissed the crown of my cock after pulling off the condom with her teeth. "What a lovely rooster you are," she declared as she brought my penis inside her warm, moist, velvety mouth. She sucked hard, her cheeks blowing like bellows, and deftly dabbed her tongue at the tip of my cock's head while rapidly pumping the base of my shaft. I shot a few spurts of semen down her throat before she spat out my dick and squeezed her palm around the cap so I would stop coming. We stood in the darkened office and kissed, her warm and delectable mouth drawing the breath from my body into hers. I knelt before my goddess again, this time to suckle at her demitasse breasts, and as I did she inserted the finger of her left hand into my asshole and a finger from her right hand in hers. We danced that way as her nipples hardened like tiny pebbles and slowly I smelled the odor of her sweat and the honey from her cunt. After she enjoyed a knee-jerking orgasm, she giggled when I licked her sweaty armpits, which tasted as sweet as her eucalyptus scented deodorant. The texture of her flesh was warm and smooth. I coaxed Christianne down to the floor and lifted her long legs upward so that she hooked her arms behind her knees. I gave her mons a quick licking before applying my tongue to her glistening crease. I slurped up and down her crack and cupped my lips over the delta at the base of her spine. Then I kissed her perfect twin bubbles again and again before driving my tongue into her little anus. I tasted her ass while the essence from her pussy poured over my face. My African angel panted, "I want you to cock me, Professor!" I rose from her netherworld and found the discarded condom. I hovered over her as I rolled the latex onto my manhood. "I'm a cow in heat!" she said hoarsely. "Fuck me, my sweet bull!" I slid my staff into her vessel and she squeezed me with her supple vaginal muscles. I felt my girth and length expand in her sex grip. I rode the crest of her tidal wave for five minutes, feeling her teeth sink into my chest, drawing blood. She screamed, babbling jibberish, and my dick stimulated her throbbing Venus to multiple climaxes. Finally, I felt an eruption of lava from the pit of my loins and we swam in coitus until we collapsed. We lay with arms entwined while I took the latex sheath off my cock, which Christianne placed in her hand as if to inspect it. Then she winked at me before putting the condom in her mouth and devouring the contents. "You taste nice," she said matter-of-factly. The way she clung her arms around my waist as we lay on the floor told me she was not going to leave anytime soon. Every time I looked at her, I felt excitation in my chest at her sheer beauty. The sensation made me smile at her, and whenever I did she kissed me in response. It was visceral and sensual. "I need to use the bathroom," I told her. "Do you?" She shook her head, no, and I stepped into my pants and went through the office door, down the hallway, to the faculty lavatory. The cleaning woman was just coming out. She was a short, tubby, older Latina and she eyed me, shirtless, with disdain. I peed quickly, rubbed my hands with hand sanitizer, and headed back to my waiting lover. Christainne was talking softly on the phone. It was probably German, I thought, but she ended with, "Ciao." "Talking to your friend?" I asked pleasantly. She smiled, averted her eyes, and blushed. "Yes, my friend ... He's from Sierra Leone, but we met here in the States. We share so much." I said that was good as I laid next to her and touched a fingertip to her nipple, which immediately popped up, hardening. Then I wrapped my lips around it, squeezed, and bit her ever so gently. My African angel moaned her approval. I repeated the touch, squeeze, and bite on her other breast's nipple. Then positioning myself above her on my knees and elbows, I began to kiss and lick her soft, moist skin, starting at her forehead, her face, her neck, the dent beneath her throat, her shoulders—one, then the other—her upper arms, elbows, forearms, and wrists. I savored the texture of skin, moaning from my throat, prompting a similar guttural response form her, as I kissed and licked the back of her hand, the crevice of her palm, and each individual finger. She giggled like a child when I dragged my tongue across her belly and grazed her flesh with my teeth. She twirled both of her nipples with her long fingers while I painted her breasts with my tongue. Then I bit her nippies again upon her command. She yelped with delight. My next stop was at the gates of heaven. I sniffed, kissed, licked, and dabbed my tongue on her sleek, luxuriant cunt. She began rolling her hips as I sucked her fleshy labia between my teeth and her butternut juices flowed like a meadow brook. I took my index and forefinger and opened her pussy to jab my tongue into her gateway. She bounced with a sensual rhythm in response as I pinched and rubbed her erect clit. I kept at it till she gasped and sang out in the throes of her orgasm. When she said, "You must fuck me, Professor," she pushed me on my back and straddled me. She kissed me roughly, biting my lower lip, and rubbed her dampened cunt against my groin. She covered my mouth with hers as she clamped down on my dick, wrapping me in her Venus. "Shouldn't I get a condom?" I asked her as she began to fuck me like a horny bunny. "I use the pill," she replied. "I've had a vasectomy," I told her. The most beautiful woman I've ever fucked said, "Good! I want to take your seed inside me." I popped my cork and she humped, grinded, and sweated on top of me for an endless dance. All I could smell, taste, or feel was Christianne, my Angelic goddess, as she fucked me out of my mind. Lying on top of me in the aftermath, I licked her dewy sweat from her chin and cheeks. Then she sat upright, still covering my manhood with her womanhood, and she smiled down at me. "You said 'I love you' to me in the midst of your passion," she told me. "I did?" I said, startled. "I don't remember saying anything." She nodded her head. "You said it over and over to me." "I'm sorry," was all I could think to say. "It's all right." She paused before adding, "I thought you only want to have sex with me as a spiritual and physical connection ... not romance." "That's exactly it," I told her, admiring her lean brown beauty before me. "I only have sex with a select few students to consummate the intellectual stimulus we already established." "Do you tell all your students you love them?" "No, just you, it seems." "Aah," she pronounced. "Okay, then, I love you as well." With that she wiggled down to my pelvic area, took my cock in her cupped hands and said, "I need to swallow some more of your seed." She rolled her ruby red tongue over my crown and shaft and suckled the tip with her soft lips. When my white hot semen began to bubble up, she pulled every inch of my dick into her lovely mouth and bobbed her head until I had sent every drop down her throat. "This was quite beautiful," she informed me as we got dressed. "Though I really must go." "Is your friend waiting for you?" I asked sincerely. She nodded and smiled. "Do you love him?" "Yes, and he loves me. We will make a life together." "That's good," I told her and we affectionately kissed goodnight. After Cristianne departed, I went to the bathroom, walking down the darkened hallway naked, since no one was in the building. I noticed that the cleaning crew had left a brush and sponge on the sink. It was a unisex facility, so there was only a john in which to pee, not a urinal. I peed long and foamy after my multiple ejaculations with my angelic beauty, closing my eyes at one point. Suddenly the door opened, and the tubby cleaning woman entered. "Ah, hah!" she exclaimed. To my shock, rather than averting her eyes, she zeroed right in on my pecker. "That's your thing, huh?" I stopped peeing, but, being stark naked, there was no way for me to cover up. "You're the one who screws all the pretty young girls." The short, stocky lady talked as if she had been watching me for a long time. I said, "Excuse me," and moved toward the door to get out of there, but the uniformed cleaning crew member blocked my way. A moment later, Alba—that was her name—grabbed hold of my cock and gently stroked its length. She laughed heartily and kissed my chest, which was about eye level to her stubby stature. She coaxed me to sit down on the toilet seat and knelt between my legs. She had a pretty, round, mature face. She said, "Yum!" and pulled my cock into her mouth. She gave me a long, slow blow job. She swallowed every drop of my comeuppance and licked me clean from cock, balls, and inner thighs to my ass crack. Then she offered me her furry honeycomb to eat out as a prelude to squeezing my dick inside her blubbery twat for a happy bounce on the bathroom floor. It was a very good way to end a very good night.