White Freshman, Black Coeds Ch. 04

I should talk about the layout of the girls' rental house. It was an old brick house, single story, but built on a high foundation. Downtown Detroit is flat, but the high foundation meant you had to climb 6 or 8 steps up to the small covered front porch. To the right of that were the two large side-by-side living room windows that the TV was in front of, but you couldn't lean over far enough to look straight into the nearest window.

With almost no front yard, someone on the sidewalk couldn't look straight into the living room; they'd be looking up into the room at a slant. So they might see Candace's head or torso while she was shimmying out of her shorts, but they couldn't see the heavenly glory below. Nor could they see anyone sitting on the couch. Across the street were no houses, just empty lots, but a person on that sidewalk would have a better view into the living room, though still could probably only see the head and shoulders of someone on the couch.

And there were no real curtains, just some old sheers, which the girls never seemed to close anyway, and today they were open. I explain all that because it made what was to happen next even more erotic, because a person across the street could possibly see part of what was going on inside. By now it's about 3PM, and late September, so the sun is fairly low in the western sky, which has it shining right through those windows, perfect lighting for a horny young guy to study the amazing bodies of his two female friends.

So Keisha is now topless and Candace is bottomless, and they suggest that I should "get comfortable" too. I take that as a hint to take off my pants and boxers, but I leave my shirt on in case someone looks in. Candace sits back down next to me, scooching down on the couch until her butt is halfway off, her shoulders flat on the seat cushions, and her head at an almost 90 degree angle against the back of the couch. Her legs are together so I can't see much "down there" yet, but I do see pubic hair. In retrospect, it's not as thick as it might have been naturally, so she probably trimmed it. I guess? I still don't really know what women do down there that's between 'natural' and 'fully shaved.'

Keisha has me stand up, then in a rather clinical tone tells Candace to spread her legs wide. She does and I'm treated to my first full view of a real-life vagina. My dick becomes fully-rigid now as I see the puffy lips of Candace's pussy. There's hair all over, but not so thick that I can't make out the thick lips and the thin slash of pink down the middle. Keisha moves to the other side of Candace, so as we're facing her, Keisha is on the right and I'm on the left. She kneels down in front of and to that side of Candace's groin, so I kneel down on this side. In these positions I'm sure that no one outside, even across the street, could see us.

"So Mark, this is what a woman's vagina looks like...," as she goes on to point out, touch, and explain the mons, labia major and minor, the vaginal canal, all that stuff us boys snickered about in middle school when we got That Lecture. This goes on for a couple minutes, with Keisha touching, prodding, stretching, and opening Candace's vagina to show me how it's put together.

Because of this, Candace is becoming aroused, which means her inner labia were becoming engorged and spreading into that beautiful butterfly shape I'd seen in so many porn pictures (Keisha explained why and how that happens). And her vagina was getting visibly moist, as her body dutifully prepared itself for the penetration it assumed must be coming. This was fascinating for me as a male to be shown this innermost sanctum in such detail, because who of us guys at that age (or even much older!) really understand that most intimate part of a woman?

I thought Keisha was skipping something, and was about to ask, when she pointed to Candace's clitoris and said, "If you remember nothing else, remember this little nub right here, because this is a woman's pleasure button. You know how sensitive the tip of your penis is, especially the underside of the head? Well multiply that by 5 or 10 and that's the clitoris." Then with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, Keisha pulled back the clitoral hood (making Candace jump a little), explaining what she was doing, and pointing out the clitoris specifically.

To this point it's been very clinical, like I was a pre-med student and the professor was demonstrating on a random female volunteer. (I found out during this that Keisha WAS a pre-med major, so that's how she knew all the Latin words and stuff). But now Keisha said, "Note her response when I do this," and still holding back the clitoral hood, Keisha lightly touched the clitoris with the index finger of her left hand, just laid her finger on it. This made Candace jump again and let out a little moan.

"See how sensitive that is? All I did was lay my finger on it. Now continue watching." And with that she started making slow circles over Candace's clitoris with just the one finger. Just slowly, gently, tracing a circle on it. Here I noted that Candace had half-closed her eyes and was lightly moaning, and the nipples that had been noticeable before were now clearly hard and elongated as they poked through the silky material of her cami. Her face was flushed, her inner labia were now fully splayed into the butterfly, and she had moved her hands up to her nipples, lightly rubbing them.

Keisha explained nipples to me too and how they and even the areolae were sensitive and erotic (some of which I knew from my own self-exploration), and that women's nipples were generally more sensitive to erotic sensations than men's. Also that women with smaller breasts had, on average, more sensitive nipples than those with larger breasts. I took this opportunity to look over at Kandace's nipples and wonder about that, also noting that hers were swollen and stiff.

"Observe." Keeping the light circular motion on Candace's clit with her left forefinger, Keisha released the clitoral hood and moved that hand up to Candace's left breast. Pushing Candace's hand away, she layed her palm on the outside of Candace's breast, using her thumb to trace circles around the nipple and areola, sometimes touching the nipple, sometimes just tracing around it.

This had an immediate observable effect on Candace, who began to move her groin in the opposite direction to Keisha's circles on her clit, I think trying to get more speed and pressure there. And she arched her back a bit, apparently trying to press her breast harder into Keisha's hand.

"See the effect this is having on her? Mark, if you can do just this to a woman you'll be ahead of 95% of the guys out there. If you can make a girl come by doing this, she'll think she's found the best lover ever." I'm nodding, taking mental notes.

"Do you know that song by the Pointer Sisters, 'I want a lover with a slow hand...'" I think I scored points with Keisha when I followed with "I want a lover with an easy touch..."

"Yes, that's it! And that's all this is, slow hands and easy touches in two erogenous zones. Any woman will enjoy this. They may want more or different sometimes, but if you can do just this you'll blow their minds."

Candace slightly nodded and "mmhmm'd" at that, but otherwise seemed lost in her pleasure.

"Now, many experts will deny it, but I think most women are visually stimulated too. Guys look at porn because they're definitely visually stimulated, which is why you have dozens of men's magazines, but what, only Playgirl for women? There's not really a market demand for that kind of thing from women, but sight is definitely another erotic channel for us."

Whispering to me, "I'll show you: stand up right here in front of Candace [her eyes are closed] and start stroking that big penis like you did for me the other night. That's it, right there. Now kind of lean it out over her and slowly pump it. Good, now keep observing her responses."

Keisha somewhat shouts, "Candace!" Candace starts as if woken, straightens her head to look for the source of the voice, and is met with the view of my thick 8" member being stroked right over her stomach.

"Oh God!" And then a guttural groan of longing I guess, maybe wishing she could feel that inside her? Her grinding against Keisha's hand becomes more frantic and she's pinching and mauling her right breast and nipple while staring directly at my cock, not focusing on anything else.

"See? Added to the clitoral and nipple stimulation, the addition of visual stimulation made her even more excited."

I can only nod while watching my sweet baby girl writhe in sexual ecstasy at the adept ministrations of Keisha's fingers. I'm really not even wishing I could screw her or anything, but just wishing it was me doing those things to her and making her feel like that.

"She's getting close, so I'm going to slow down here," and the movements of her fingers changed to infrequent light taps, with a swirl every so often, just keeping Candace on the edge of orgasm.

"So now get yourself close to orgasm, Mark, and we'll add a fourth erotic input. That's it, look at how lovely she looks in this state of sexual bliss. She's probably fantasizing that you're doing this to her," [a definite nod and "mmhmmmmm" from Candace at that], "and maybe even thinking what it'll feel like when you're performing cunnilingus on her later."

Oh crap, I need to slow down, because the vision before me and the mention that I'd be performing that on her later was putting my own senses into overdrive. [I knew what the word meant, but somehow Keisha's clinical manner and nonchalant use of it made it seem so sexy and naughty.]

"Are you close, Mark? Good. Candace? Good. Now hold yourselves right on the edge, and Mark I want you to do this: tell Candace in your own words what you think about her, her face, her body, her mind, whatever you want to say. You'll see the effect it has on her, and when it pushes her over the edge, then you climax too. Here, let me just move this camisole up out of the way."

"There. Now she's essentially naked in front of you, writhing in ecstasy that she's imagining is being done by you, and she's watching that huge penis of yours, wondering if she could even take it inside her." Candace groans.

"See how she responded to just the mention of that? Now it's your turn, just tell her whatever you want to say, and watch how it sets her off. Candace, you should make eye contact with Mark now. Go"

Keisha doesn't change her pace on clitoris or nipple as I say, "Candace, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever known. You look a lot like Meagan Good to me and you're just so sexy and nice and funny, and I wish you were younger and we could have met in high school and maybe you could've been my girlfriend, and I'd have been so proud to have you..."

Candace is lapping all this up, staring dead in my eyes. What I'm saying to her is heartfelt, and I like to think she's wondering about those possibilities too.

Keisha speeds up her finger work a bit, taking Candace a plateau higher and says to me, "Tell her specifically what you think about her body."

I look Candace up and down, catching a glimpse of Keisha's big breasts in the process, then start stroking faster, in my mind switching from puppy love to pure male appreciation of her sexuality.

"Oh Candace, you're the sexiest girl I've ever known, and the way you've shared your body like this with me, from that first ass tease to that sexy top you're wearing, to now your beautiful breasts which I hadn't seen before, thank you so much for that. I wish I was sucking your hard nipples right now, making you squirm like this, and I wish I was licking your pussy and...."

And that did it for Candace. It's hard to type how a scream/groan/moan sounds, but something deep and guttural and primal emerged from Candace's core and through her windpipe, vocal cords, and clenched teeth. Like Keisha had done the other day, she reared her back up off the couch, bending her head and neck back, levering herself up with her head against the back of the couch.

She also tried to slam her legs shut, maybe to instinctually trap the thing that was driving her clitoris mad and keep it there, but I was standing right there in front of her, so what happened was that she locked my knees in a vice grip while she convulsed sort of up and down, her stomach muscles contracting and relaxing, moving her upper body up and down. And because she was essentially balanced on 'dat ass,' her legs moved the opposite way, down and up. The girl was so strong in the legs that she almost lifted me off my feet.

Right after she came, I came too. I aimed the first shot at the breast on my right [Keisha had removed her hand], right at the dark chocolate nipple. When that first shot hit her nipple, Candace went absolutely wild, thrashing now from side to side, and with her legs still locked around mine, practically throwing me off my feet. I fought against her though because I had more work to do on her beautiful brown skin.

The next blast was on her right nipple, where her hand was still busy, triggering a loud groan. Like most guys I guess, my first three or four blasts are high volume and high pressure, so when I say these landed on her nipples, they actually shot out in long ropes that draped across her nipples (and fingers on the right breast), onto the upper part of her breasts, and then down over the curvature to her stomach. It was a LOT of cum. I moved back to her left nipple and at close range blasted it again, almost covering it as it made a direct hit on the tip and sort of splashed out all around.

Just as Keisha had done before, Candace slumped back onto the couch, breathing heavily and still humping herself against Keisha's hand. But I couldn't move back as I'd done before, because she still had my legs locked in a death grip. So I spurted several more cumshots on her belly, focusing at the end (for some reason I still don't understand) on her "inny" belly button, filling it up with my semen as my dick finally finished convulsing.

Candace now had her eyes closed, a look of the most peaceful and radiant bliss contentedness on her face. I wished I could cuddle with her and share that moment of post-coital rapture with her, but that was not to be, and I was okay with that. But whether absent-mindedly or not, Candace still had her legs wrapped around mine, so I couldn't move anyway.

"Candace! Let the man's legs go so he can sit down and rest!" ('Man' I liked that, better than 'boy.' Were they starting to think of me as a man now? And was it just because I happened to have a big dick, or was it something else?)

Candace murmurs an, "Mmmmmm, sorry," untangles her legs from me and sits up. Keisha has produced two towels, "Here, sit on these. Candace, we can't have you making a wet spot on the couch, again. Use the free ends to wipe yourselves off."

So we do that, slowly collect ourselves, getting our breathing under control, while Keisha is sitting on the loveseat facing us, seeming to study us like lab rats. But I saw one hand surreptitiously rubbing a nipple, so I knew this wasn't strictly clinical for her.

Candace leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you, baby, that was wonderful."

She jerks as she continues to wipe my cum from down there. "Let's stop for today and in a few days we'll have you back for the oral lesson. Sound good?"

Incredulous nodding from me, as I can't believe my luck in meeting these two sexy, uninhibited girls.

Keisha stands up from the loveseat and walks over to me, bending down to give me a peck on the other cheek. Remember, she's still topless, so imagine what those glorious breasts are doing: how they swayed on her way over, how they hung when she bent down, how they laid flat against her chest again and jiggled slightly as she said to me, "But before moving on to the next topic, you'll have to pass the final exam on this one, and since Candace had all the fun this time..."

Giggles from both girls, as Candace stands, bringing me up with her by the hand, and we have a group hug that lasted longer than it should have. Hugging both my girls so close and tight, my head between theirs, felt and smelled so good that I never wanted to let go. Besides which they were both topless (Candace had shed the cami while cleaning up) and I was bottomless, so the press of their breasts against my shirt (Why didn't I take that off!) felt heavenly.

But after a time Keisha relaxed her grip and spoke up, "All right, fella, I'm sure you still have work to do for classes tomorrow, so off you go!"

All good things must come to an end, but it didn't mean I couldn't relive this experience later, and fantasize about our next session. That put a smile on my face that remained while I dressed and headed for the door.

I hope you enjoyed the story, and would love to hear what you thought about it in the Comments below, which helps me grow as a writer.

Especially from the female perspective, which is something that as a male writer I want to try to be as close to realistic with as possible.

And for anyone, did any particular part of the story resonate with you? Was it too contrived? Do you have similar fantasies?

Thanks!