My given name is Tyrell, but most of my friends call me TJ or Black Magic, the latter because of my ability to work sexual magic on white females. I have long known that there was just something special about white women. Makes no difference to me, young or old or in between, skinny, fat, short, tall, there is nothing I like more than white pussy, except maybe that feeling of power I feel when I find that I can own them body and soul. Don't get me wrong, I like a bigbutted "sistah" as much as the next brother, but they just cannot compare to gettin' my freak on with a hot white chick. As I have gotten older, more mature and refined in my tastes, I find that I particularly enjoy taking a white man's wife with or without his permission. That is the ultimate high. However, it didn't start out that way so I suppose I should really start my tale at the beginning.
Having grown up in a rural Mississippi town, a mostly black town, my contact with white folks, especially white women was pretty limited. I attended a county school where there were, indeed, some hot young white girls, but at that time, in the late 60's, early 70's a black guy had nothing to do with them if he knew what was good for him. One of my friends and teammates on the football team made the mystic of falling under the spell of a sweet little white cheerleader, who just happened to be the daughter of one of the most influential men in the county. She would sneak around in her the fancy car daddy had bought her and pick Latrell up. They would slip down one of the dark country roads and get down and dirty in that big back seat. Latrell was the envy of all of us brothers even though we considered him a fool and tried to tell him he was being used and had no real future with that little slut. He learned his lesson the hard way when she turned up pregnant. Knowing the child was his, that little bitch made up some bullshit about how he had got her drunk and taken advantage of her and had been blackmailing her ever since to keep being with her. It was easy to persuade the county judge that it was obviously rape and Latrell spent several of his most productive years on the county farm. Poor fool.
That put real fear in my heart. I was said to be the best athlete in the history of the county and knew I had a bright future ahead of myself if I kept my nose clean and I was determined to not into being a sharecropper like my father and my two older brothers.
That is how I ended up at the state college on a scholarship. My freshman year was no big deal, but the combination of playing sports and a heavier classload started getting the best of me. That is how I came to find myself in the office of Ms. Campbell, or Jan as she was soon to be insisting that I call her.
"Ms" Campbell as she insisted on being called was not a particularly striking woman, even for a white woman. She was probably in her late thirties, early forties at the time and looked every bit the old maid school teacher with her dark rimmed glasses, her shiny brown hair always pulled tightly back into a bun and those heavy suits she insisted on wearing even when the weather got far too hot for them to be comfortable. She was the last white woman a young brother would be attracted to, but for one thing. She had the most incredible big ass, especially for a white girl. I would often catch myself daydreaming about pumpin' her, my dark hands on that big white ass when she bent over to write something low on the blackboard. It was probably that daydreaming that made my grades in her class less than acceptable and ended me up one afternoon in her office in a one on one counseling session. I could feel my hands sweating as I rubbed them on my jeans as she sat behind her desk looking over my papers before she raised her hair and looked severely at me with those dark eyes.
"Tyrell, you are, from what I hear, a very talented athlete and a pretty intelligent young man from the looks of your entrance tests." She began, those eyes boring into me in such a way that I wanted to slink from the room. "But, your grades so far in my class are far from satisfactory. If we don't do something to improve them, you will no longer be eligible to participate in sports. What is the problem, Tyrell?"
"I....I don't really know, Ms. Campbell." I stammered, at a loss to put into words the problem I knew existed. "You are a very good teacher and I enjoy the class very much,it is one of my favorites. I know the material, but for some reason, whenever we have a test I just seem to lock up and can't think of the right answers."
"Well, maybe you just need to learn to relax, not be so tense." she said, rising from her desk and suddenly walking behind me. I stiffened slightly as I felt her long fingers start suddenly kneading the tense muscles in my shoulders. A few seconds of that and my shoulders were not the only thing that was tensing. I could feel my cock squirming in my suddenly too tight jeans and shifted in my seat, hoping she wouldn't notice.
"I know, Ma'am." I stammered, feeling disappointed when she suddenly moved away from me, coming to stand in front of her desk. "I wish I could figure out some way to do that."
"Hmmmmm....maybe we can think of something." she said, a sudden amused look on her face as she suddenly sat on the edge of her desk, her skirt rising to expose a pair of legs that suddenly were much sexier, more shapely than I had ever realized. "Perhaps we can come up with some sort of positive motivation to get you over your nervousness."
As she said this, she continued to smile, removing her glasses and placing them on her desk, at the same time releasing her shiny hair that suddenly flowed over her broad shoulders. Suddenly I saw Ms. Campbell in an entirely different light. She was suddenly transformed into one of the sexiest women I had ever seen in my life.
"C'mere Tyrell." she said, her voice sounding very husky, sexy as she stood there, her dark eyes smoldering as they moved down to stare at the growing bulge in my jeans.
I moved as if in a trance, my once strong legs suddenly feeling rubbery as I came to stand before her. Although I had had little sexual experience, always before I had been in total control of the situation, but at that moment it was just like when I took one of those tests. I had no clue what to do. I needn't have worried about that.
With her high heels on, this suddenly very sexy woman was only a couple of inches shorter than I and her long arms suddenly circled my neck, pulling me to her, her soft lips mashing insistently against mine, her mouth opening, sharply taking in air as my tongue snaked out to explore the sweetness of her mouth. As the kiss lasted for several minutes, she quickly unbuttoned my shirt, her hot hands roaming over my broad chest, burning everywhere she touched. When she finally broke our kiss, those hot lips and wet, flicking tongue moved over my neck and chest, her teeth gently nipping at one of my suddenly hardened nipples, something no black girl had ever done.
"Ohhhhhhhh......god....you are so beautiful!" she gasped, standing back to survey my dark, muscular chest as she slid my shirt down my thick arms, leaving me suddenly naked from the waist up. "I've got to see more." Even as she spoke, her hands were working at my belt eagerly.
"Only if I get to see something too, Ms. Campbell." I replied, trying to gain control of the situation, my big hands suddenly ripping away the buttons of her prim white blouse, exposing a surprisingly large pair of breasts in a very unflattering, very businesslike bra. Those full globes were flushed with excitement and rose up and down with her excited breathing. Wanting more, I grasped the front of her bra, easily ripping that unneeded material away. She moaned, a tremor going through her as my dark hands suddenly squeezed those lush globes, her big pink nipples hardening against my rough palms.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh....yesssssssssssss...that feels heavenly!" she cried out, her hands pushing my jeans down over my hips. I wiggled my legs to let them fall to the floor, kicking out of them. Instantly her hand slid down, grasping my throbbing cock possessively.
I was totally amazed at the transformation this usually conservative college professor had undergone in an instant. I knew I would never look at her in the same way, no matter what was about to happen or not happen between us.
"Dayum, you've got some beautiful titties, Ms. Campbell!" I murmured, suddenly burying my face between those lush globes, my lips and tongue moving over the firm, yet cushiony flesh. "Who'da ever thought you could be so hot?"
"I.....I'm not this way at all." she mumbled, squirming as I continued licking, sucking and fondling those magical mounds of flesh. "I have no idea what has come over me, but I am not about to stop it. I want you, Terrell."
