White Freshman, Black Coeds Ch. 13

"Mr. Livingston, why are you giving me this money?"

Confused and exasperated, I thought, Because you asked for it, you crazy... But I didn't say anything because I was rather bewildered.

"Tell me exactly why you're here, and why you want to split the cost of this room with me."

Oooooh, she gets off on the vocalization part of sex! "Well Miss Capri, I'm here because you invited me yesterday, and you were so cute and smelled so good, and made such naughty promises, that I've been thinking about you all night and all day, and I thought I might spend some time with you." A raised eyebrow, as if to say, Good start, but not enough. Go on.

"And you're so sexy, I mean you were yesterday too, but now, dressed the way you are, I'd really like to touch you, and kiss you, and feel you against me and—"

"Put the money on the dresser, folded out flat."

Did you notice that nowhere in there did I mention her threat of blackmail against Miss Pullam? Yeah, me neither. Because I had completely forgotten that and was thinking I was here simply because she liked me or whatever.

I put the twenty down and when I turned back, "Do you like to eat pussy, Mr. Livingston?"

"Oh yes, Miss Capri, I really like to do that. I mean, I've only done it once, but I think she really enjoyed it, and if you would let me practice on—"

"We'll see how good you are." Standing and turning her back to me, still on those impossibly-high heels, "You may remove my thong."

What an ass! Firm-looking like Keisha's, but even rounder, more bulbous. I stepped behind her and studied the situation for a moment, not sure how this all worked: garter belt, garters, g-string, stockings... But then I saw that the g-string was simply pulled up over the garters, so it was just a matter of sliding it back down. (Give an engineer a minute and he'll figure out almost anything, even complicated women's undergarments.)

I hooked my two thumbs inside the elastic waistband and pushed them down her thighs, checking that they weren't catching on anything. When they were at her knees I'd gone about as low as I could, bending at the waist behind her. So I knelt on the floor behind her so I could push them the rest of the way down. Which put me at eye-level with that beautiful ass, now with only two garter straps covering it. Miss Capri had craned her neck over her shoulder, watching me, and I think was satisfied with the gasp I gave when I got that close to it.

"All the way down, over my shoes." So I did that, and she first lifted her left foot, then her right, until I had the panties clear. "You may worship my ass now."

'Worship' your ass? Who talks like that? It wasn't something I'd heard before, and I didn't know exactly what it meant, but I got the gist of it! So still on both knees and sitting back on my heels, I reached out with both hands and lightly, just barely touching, hovered over the shape of her buttocks. Defining it in space with my hands, feeling the contours of it, the place where it joined her back, and most especially, the place where it joined the backs of her thighs. That place where with Nia I'd buried the webs of my hands, almost lifting her from her feet as I pushed up, her firm glutes refusing to yield.

So first I did all that lightly on Miss Capri, but then I was overcome with the desire to kiss it, so lightly grabbing the left cheek with both hands I planted kisses and licks all over it. Then moved to the other side for more of the same. I thought maybe I'd heard Miss Capri moan once or twice, but there was no doubt that she'd ground her butt against my lips a little.

"Lick the crack."

Interesting request... But an enticing proposition, so at the top of her butt, where there was only a few inches of 'interface' between the two cheeks, I pointed my tongue out and licked from there to the top and out. I'd started another one of those when:

"From the bottom." And she leaned forward, hands on her knees, torso at about a 45 degree angle, pushing it out at me.

Lowering myself in readiness for this new experience, I could see some pubic hair and her outer labia poking out from between her legs. But that wasn't on offer yet, so I started above there as close as I could get and repeated the pointed-tongue lick of her butt crack. She definitely mmmmmm'd at that, so I went in for another, deeper, pass, this time holding on to her hips so as not to push her off balance.

Another pointy-tongued lick up her crack, only this time a bit deeper. "Mmmmm. Flat-tongued now. And deeper." So I did as she bade, flattening my tongue as much as possible, as I'd done with Nia's vagina, and this time pressed in even harder, went even deeper. Miss Capri seemed to like that, and was almost purring with contentment.

She reached back on both sides and pulled her butt cheeks apart, allowing me to see all the way in there, even her anus, the first one I'd really seen, this close at least. She was bent over at the waist now at a right angle, supporting her torso with her arms attached to that sweet ass "Again."

So I went back in, and as I think anyone would, started above her anus by an inch or two, then did the whole long trip again, this time my cheeks sliding across the insides of her ass cheeks as I tried to get my whole tongue down in there. I thought I'd done well, or at least as well as could be expected in this new-to-me territory. But Miss Capri didn't see it that way.

"Start on my anus this time." I thought that over, trying to process her words. Do people really do that? Miss Capri must've thought I hesitated too long, because she stood up, turned around, and squatted on her high heels right in front of me, face to face. Taking my face in her hands, she planted a wet, smooshing kiss on my lips, not exactly erotic, more of a promise.

"Mark," Not 'Mr. Livingston' this time, "I know it seems strange to you, but people really do this kind of thing. And enjoy it. Both the receiver and the giver. I promise you it's clean down there so you don't have to worry about that." Still holding me by my face, she searched my eyes and face, evaluating all the emotions playing out there

"I told you I had some new things to show you, and this is one of them." Then kissing me again, but passionately this time with tongue, "I promise you'll enjoy your time with me, and you'll get to come, but I need you to follow all my directions."

I nodded, still hesitant, thinking that was playing dirty, French-kissing me like that and getting my dick all hard again. "But if you don't want to, I understand. I don't want to force you to do anything. But we couldn't move on, and you'd have to go." The tenderest look on her face, like, And I'd really hate for you to go, because there's so much in store for you.

"Okay, Miss Capri, I'll do it." Do you think maybe I remembered the blackmail threat at this point? Nope. I was doing this because I wanted to. I didn't understand it all yet, but Capri was leading me on a carefully choreographed journey.

"Are you sure? You want to do it? I need to hear you say it, Mark, so you can't deny it later, or say I forced you."

"Yes, ma— Miss Capri, I want to do it. I want to lick you there, on your...on your bottom."

Another arched eyebrow, waiting more of an answer. As I was looking down from her ashamedly, knowing what she wanted me to say, and what she wanted me to do, I found myself staring straight into her cleavage, spilling over as it was out of her bustier, and my dick said, Say it, just say it! I want to get between those tits, maybe into her mouth!

So in a rush of words driven more by my penis than my brain, I hurriedly said, "Yes, Miss Capri, I want to lick you on your anus, on your...butthole." I said it super quickly, like how you ate spinach as a kid, just to get it over with. And not sure if I should say asshole, because I hadn't learned a lot of this erotic language yet.

"Oh I'm so glad you made that decision, Mark! We're going to have so much fun together tonight. And not just tonight, if you choose to continue." I felt warm and giddy inside, having made her so happy.

Assuming her previous position, she said, "Now do it properly, Mr. Livingston." Back to my last name, all business again. What was with this woman?

So I went in again, admittedly with a bit of revulsion, because I didn't see how this could feel good to a woman, and it was...well it was her butthole after all! But I did it, put the tip of my tongue right on her sphincter, which elicited an excited little squeal, then ran it slowly up the crack of her ass, this time concentrating more on the sensation of her butt cheeks sliding against my face cheeks, trying to keep my mind off where my tongue had just been.

"Very good, Mr. Livingston! Again, but kiss it first this time, then run your tongue up harder and deeper."

I felt oddly proud due to her praise, as I'd felt when Nia complimented me on my technique. I wasn't sure what 'deeper' meant, because I'd already been at the absolute bottom or her crack, but then it dawned on me... Steeling my resolve, I went in again, lips puckered, and kissed right on her anus.

"Hold that. Oh yessss..." "Now tongue."

So as if I were French-kissing, I stuck my tongue out and onto that most-private of her places. I held it still for a few moments, processing the feel of it, the taste, the smells. The only taste I got was floral, womanly, and the smells were much the same, though I thought I could smell her vagina, just below where my mouth was.

"Good, yes. Now push it in."

Push it in? Inside your butthole? Still holding my earlier position and pressure, I received a gentle reprimand, "If you don't want to do it, that's okay. There are plenty of men who do. We can stop anytime."

Well that wasn't fair either (which I didn't realize until much later), playing on my machismo, implying that other men (I liked her thinking of me as a 'man' though) would do it for her, and probably better than I would.

So, my ego bruised, I dove in and showed her what I could do, lancing my stiff tongue as deep into her sphincter as I could.

"Oh my God, YES!"

That spurred me on, so I proceeded to properly tongue-fuck her ass. There was no unpleasant taste, just as she'd said. I withdrew my tongue and began to explore her anus with it, swirling it around, alternating with thrusts. I marveled at the sponginess of it, then stabbed in again, felt it expand reluctantly, the tight ring of muscle inside the velvety skin resisting the invasion. But then yielding, even pulsing, throbbing at this intimate oral attention.

"Oh yes!, keep doing that!"

Capri had removed her hands from her ass and placed them on the foot of the bed, lowering herself to give me better access. With her hands gone her butt crack sealed up against my face, which made it hard for me to operate, so assuming it would probably be alright, I grabbed a cheek in each hand, clamping and spreading, while greedily shoving my face into her ass like a man possessed. Kissing, licking, sucking her asshole, trying to elicit from her more of those sounds and words I loved so much.

"Oh yeah, baby, you're doing great, keep doing that, yes...."

'Baby' was certainly less formal than 'Mr. Livingston' or even 'Mark.' That familiarity from her made me redouble my efforts, and I was sure I was eating her ass out better than any man ever had. I wonder if a woman can come from just this, the way she's carrying on.

Maybe so, because she abruptly stood up with a whew, and quivering all over, turned and squatted in front of me again. Taking my face in her hands again, her face close to mine, she said, "Oh baby, that was fantastic! Thank you." Then she kissed me gently on the lips, the same lips that had just been all up in her butt. But if she didn't mind, then I guess I'd been silly to have minded doing it.

"You did great for your first time, honestly. That was one of the best I've ever had."

I just grinned sheepishly and mumbled my thanks. Again that warm feeling inside, that sense of accomplishment that I'd done something pleasurable for a woman. It felt good, and made me want to do more for her, to earn her appreciation again, to feel that way again.

"Do you want to continue? You're over the hard part now."

"Yes, Miss Capri, I'd like to continue with you, as long as I'll get to touch you, do things to you—I mean with you..."

"Oh baby, you will, I promise! You'll get pleasured too, I just have a certain way of doing things, like Rita has—" She abruptly stopped.

Aha! I'm not the only one who's bad at withholding the truth! But somehow, and for some reason I still don't understand, I managed to not react to the mention of Rita's name. I think I was starting to understand and adapt to the secrecy and skullduggery of these women having their way with me.

I mean, I could've...what? Blown up and accused her of just using me, storm out and never see her again? But then you won't get your dick in her mouth, Mark! my dick piped up. So I played it cool, just blankly waited for her to tell me what's next. I don't know if Capri bought it, if she thought I really didn't hear it, but I guess it didn't really matter.

"So now that we're over that hurdle, Mark, I need you to call me Goddess Capri from now on. Can you do that as a sign of your respect for me?"

"Well I think I can, Goddess Capri. After all, didn't I just worship your ass?" A callback to her earlier directive.

A squeal of delight and then laughter at my little joke. "Oh Mark, you're so clever!" I just grinned stupidly back at her, still on knees and heels, her sitting on the edge of the bed, legs slightly apart, giving me a glimpse of that delicious pussy.

"Okay Mark, you told me earlier you liked to eat pussy, so show me how good you are."

As I was about to dive in, she quickly stood, turned away from me, spread her feet about shoulder-width apart, then bent at the waist, allllll the way down until her torso was flat against her thighs, holding her ankles. She must've been a dancer or gymnast to have been able to do that. I felt good that she'd called me the more-intimate Mark, and if all that cost was me referring to her as Goddess, I was okay with that. (Think I remembered the blackmail threat? No, not yet.)

Her upside-down breasts were nearly spilling out of the bustier now, almost touching her chin as she commanded, "Lick it!"

And there before me, but upside down as Rita's had been Monday when she struck a similar pose, was another chocolate pussy, the owner of which this time was giving me permission—no, commanding me—to love it with my mouth. This will have been only the second one I'd done this to, so I wanted to do a good job at it, give her reason to maybe keep me around. (I'd heard Trey talking about 'booty calls,' and I wouldn't have minded Capri having me on speed-dial.)

So with gusto I dove in, hands on her hips, and gave her pussy the same attention I'd given her asshole. Only this was a lot easier, as it was more familiar territory. I lapped and sucked and licked and just generally buried my face in her sex, doing everything I could think to do to it with my lips and tongue, even my nose!

She seemed to enjoy this, and encouraged me with moans and words of encouragement. Those only drove me on harder, and soon my face was slick with her juices, from forehead to chin, as she was writhing and grinding into me.

She did something wonderful then, something my dick surely appreciated, reaching back with one hand to play with it. Stroking it a bit first, she moved her hand to the head, found the slipperiness there, then spread that down over the head before stroking over that sensitive place, lightly, teasing, not trying to make me come.

I was lapping her up with gusto now, pressing my lips and nose as far into her as I could, thrusting my tongue inside as deep as it would go. Goddess then spit in her hand, and with that extra lubrication began to do slow, full-length strokes on my dick. Oh my God, what a feeling! My hands were holding her firm hips, my mouth was buried in her cunt, she was quivering on the end of my tongue, and now she was stroking my cock with the mixture of her saliva and my pre-cum.

With her moans and pants coming harder and closer together, I knew she was close, but I didn't know if she would let herself go yet. For some reason I thought she might stop me and move on to something else. But I kept going, hoping, praying she'd let me finish her, anticipating that feeling I'd get when she did come. That's becoming like a drug to me, I noted, but didn't analyze it any further at that moment.

With almost a blood-curdling groan/yell, Capri came on me. And by "came on me" I mean she came on me: letting go of my dick, she reached both hands behind her, grabbed me by the ears(!), and held me brutally tight into her snatch as her orgasm peaked. Freezing first, which I'd become used to, she soon began to buck against my mouth and nose, using my face like Angela had used my satin-encased dick two nights before.

I didn't feel too bad about that (though my ears were hurting!), but I did file it away. So if a woman is 'allowed' to do this to me in the throes of passion, then am I allowed to hold her head down when I'm coming during oral sex? Hmmm.

After what seemed like a full minute of this treatment, Capri simultaneously released me, raised her torso, and practically launched herself onto the bed. Panting and heaving, her body shiny from sweat, she laid there face down, oblivious to me and the world. Stretched out fully, legs together, her shins just over the edge, her feet and those sexy high heels right there in front of me.

My dick, which until she'd let go had been having fun, said, Look at that ass, Mark! Go up there and put me in that crack! She won't mind; in fact, she'll probably like it, just like Nia and Rita did. So, unheedful of the whole 'goddess' and 'permission' thing (because after all, hadn't I just made her come super-hard? She owes me now, right?), I did just that, straddling her legs quickly, scooching up until my dick was in a good position, then juuuust as it touched the smooth skin of her ass:

"What the fuck are you doing?!" She spun to the left violently out from under me, through the leg and knee on that side, causing me to lose my balance and fall forward and left on the bed, dick still in hand. And though my other hand was free, it didn't occur to me quickly enough what was happening, so I didn't use it to break my fall. In fact that hand was still in the position where it was just about to grab an ass cheek and stretch it out so my dick could fit inside.

It all only took a second, but it put me face down where she had been, and still up on my knees a bit, but my face and shoulders flat against the mattress. One hand still on my dick, the other trapped beside it, and SMACK!! The most intense pain radiated from left my butt cheek directly to my brain, causing me to quickly roll away from her before she could land another one.

Neither my dick nor my brain had yet processed what had happened or what I'd done to deserve that, but Capri, fire in her eyes and a look of pure disgust on her face, ordered, "Get back over here!" I belatedly let go of my rod, then scooched over toward her, not knowing exactly what she wanted, but fearful of getting too close.