Visiting the college

\[ff, black, white, student, smothering, murder, lesbian, orgasm, masturbation\]



A small park with trees and paved paths was swarming with students. They were walking around, sitting on the lawn, talking to each other, studying, just chilling. Low brown brick dorm building came into view at one side of the park. They were in a campus of a large university. Half of the students were young women. The day was warm and sunny.

Two young women were sitting under a large chestnut tree. They had just met and then somehow spontaneously had started aconversation. Leah, a girl with brown hair and bangs, was a student, just like other young guys and girls on the campus. She was wearing short jeans skirt with ripped hem. The girl she had just met was Yvonne. Yvonne was black, with dark ebony skin, tall and quite voluptuous. Leah assumed she also was one of the students.

"Leah? That's a pretty name."

There was something flirty about Yvonne. Leah wasn't a lesbian, but she didn't mind talking with Yvonne. There was something reassuring in Yvonne's presence. It felt nice to chat with this strong, charming girl. Sexy too - Yvonne's white shirt tightly hugged her breasts, leaving no mystery where her nipples were.

"Yvonne is beautiful as well," Leah replied. "So... what do you study?"

"Oh, I don't study. I am a girl slayer."

Leah realised, that for a while Yvonne's hand rested over her hand. Their fingers had intertwined. She felt bad she would have to tell Yvonne she wasn't interested in a relationship. Maybe a bit later, when Yvonne will try to steel a kiss or something like that. She didn't want to disappoint her for now.

"A slayer?" Leah giggled. "And by that you mean..."

Yvonne licked her lips and leaned closer.

She smelled nice.

Leah's cheek could feel her breath.

"I fucking murder girls," Yvonne suddenly said. "I smother them to death. With my ass."

In response, Leah could only stare. That wasn't something she had expected to hear. That just sounded nasty. Obviously, the black girl was not talking literally. Honestly, Leah was curious, if a little disappointed. She felt Yvonne's grip tighten over her palm. She was holding her - gently but firmly, almost like she didn't want Leah to leave. Which realistically was what Leah ought to do.

"Your..."

"Ass. I press my ass on girls face," Yvonne said. "Then I enjoy the struggle, her last breath, convulsions - all that stuff. This is that one thing that drives me crazy."

"I'm not really into..." Leah objected.

"Oh, don't worry," Yvonne interruped her. "I'm not gonna kill you. There are plenty of other girls around."

Yvonne motioned towards the park where dozens of students were going about their business.

"Look at all these cuties," she said leaning closer again. "Imagine my fat, jiggly, sexy ass smothering a girl. Snuffing her out. Just for fun."

Leah's heart started to beat faster, and she didn't know why. Yvonne pulled her hand into her lap. Yvonne's skirt was tight. Now, sitting down, the skirt had bunched even more, almost revealing too much to the accidental view. While holding Leah's hand in her lap, she let girl's fingers brush against her thigh. Leah could feel the smoothness and warmth of black girl's skin.

Leah blushed. Of course, Yvonne was just roleplaying. It was quite evil she was doing it without her consent, but Leah had to admit, the image these words created were arousing. Yvonne was trying to conjure an image of those thighs, those hips, that ass, somebody's face under it, being smothered... That somehow was totally working on Leah. She had to give that to Yvonne.

"Look at them," Yvonne said. "I see at least... one, two, four honeys who I could smother right away."

"You'd do that in the public?" Leah quietly asked.

Leah felt her mouth had dried up. She had decided to go along with whatever was on Yvonne's mind. The black girl laughed.

"No, silly, not here in the park," she replied. "I would introduce myself, convince the girl to leave with me somewhere where I could be private whith her for twenty minutes."

Leah's breaths had become quicker. Whenever Yvonne talked, she was very convincing. Those were sick lies, yet so hot. Leah pressed her knees closer together.

"And the girl will just go?" she meekly asked.

"I'll convince her. I have a talent to spot the right girl. One who will come with me."

"She would let you sit on her face?" Leah's voice trembled.

"The girl won't have much choice," Yvonne giggled. "There are methods. Like an itty-bitty punch to the gut. After that - she will be all mine."

It was all a joke to Yvonne. Leah hoped it was. Yet there was earnestness in her words. Leah thought that maybe she should try run from Yvonne.

"So, Leah," Yvonne said. "Look at that girl, over there, under that tree. She's cute, right?"

The girl she talked about sat with her back at the tree trunk. She was holding a book in her lap, and read it with a concentrated expression on her face. There were other books near her. The girl was wearing a pleated skirt and white socks with her sneakers. Unaware about two pairs of eyes watching her, the girl pushed a strand of her dark blond hair behind the ear.

"Yes..." Leah squeezed out. "Cute."

Leah imagined girl's face dissappear under Yvonne's round ass and squeezed her thighs together. She felt so bad for wanting to see that. Leah looked at Yvonne.

"Why her?"

"She's bored to death. Studies something from her book she doesn't care about. She waits for something fun to happen with her... and we will make it happen."

"And she'll just come with you?"

Yvonne grinned.

"You still don't believe me! You'll see, she will invite us both to her dorm room and die under my ass. And you will get to watch!"

Yvonne stood up and walked to the girl, dragging Leah with her. Yvonne's hand warmly squeezed her palm, and it didn't feel like the black girl would listen to any objections from her. Leah didn't have any choice but to follow.

"Hi!" Yvonne said with a large smile on her face. "What a surprise to see a familiar face!"

The girl with a book looked up, with a puzzled look. However, she greeted them in return.

"Yea? Hi!"

"We met at that party last year! Remember?" Yvonne cheerfully said. "So lucky! This is Leah, by the way, she's cool!"

"Zoey. Nice to meet you," the girl said to Leah.

Leah waved and murmured her name. The girl's name was Zoey. She couldn't believe Yvonne had used her to find out Zoey's name, and how easy it was for her. Yvonne wasn't giving the girl time to think.

"Zoey, I love your nails!" Yvonne kept yapping. "What's that? Socionomics? Leah, you know socionomics very well, don't you?"

"Uhm, y-yes..." Leah stuttered.

Without really listening to her Yvonne kept going.

"So, Zoey, what is there to do here?" Yvonne kept chatting. "Any parties prepared soon?"

"Maybe..." Zoey bit the tip of her tongue. "There's lots of stuff happening around."

"Is that a secret?" Yvonne kept on. "Life's hella boring without them! Almost as boring as sitting here with the book. Why don't you show us around the dorm?"

"Sure," Zoey agreed. "I was sick of being here anyway."

Zoey picked her books and all three walked toward the dorm building. Yvonne kept yapping in her ear, attentively listening to Zoey when she said something. She still held Leah's hand, as if keeping her on the leash. Leah couldn't believe how easy Yvonne had earned Zoey's trust. In case Yvonne was serious about the murder, which Leah still hoped was just a joke, she was now an accomplice. They entered the brown brick building and found themselves in a hallway.

"Shower room is at the end of the hall," Zoey told them. "My room is over here."

"Wow, it's bigger than I expected!" Yvonne exclaimed.

Zoey's bed stood under a wide window, warm light from which filled the room. There was a Navajo rug on the floor, and a table with a laptop near a side wall. Couple of shelves lined the walls.

"Nothing fancy, but whatever."

Leah wandered what will happen next. Surely nothing? Yvonne had just joked with her. It couldn't turn into something horrible. Horrible but so exciting...

"How do you like living in a single dorm?" Yvonne asked Zoey.

She quickly shut the door behind them.

"I..." Zoey said.

They didn't get to hear girl's opinion on the issue, because Yvonne's punch made all the air leave girl's lungs. Zoey's body instinctively folded in two. Her eyes were wide in shock, as she dropped on her knees, scattering her books. Zoey remained frozen in her position, gasping for air, until a second later she dropped flat on the floor.

Leah's heart was beating insanely fast. She covered her mouth with both hands. She almost couldn't breathe herself. It was happening. The thing Yvonne said she would do, was actually happening. Leah couldn't look away.

"Come here," Yvonne told her. "Hold her legs."

Leah complied and grabbed Zoey by the ankles. Yvonne stood over gasping girl's head with her back towards Leah. Leisurely, Yvonne pulled her tight skirt up, revealing her heavy buttocks, which slightly hung over her round thighs.

"Are you enjoying the view?" Yvonne asked.

"Y-yes..." Leah stammered.

Yvonne's ass was magnificent. She squatted down. A big black butt swayed over Zoey's face, who was just starting to regain her breath. Girl's eyes widened even more, and then, with a sharp smack, her face vanished under Yvonne. Zoey screamed, but her screams absorbed into her killers huge ass, only muffled groans were audible.

Leah's heart raced. She couldn't believe she was seeing Zoey being smothered. Everything Yvonne had told her was true! Zoey, this innocent girl with dark blond hair who hadn't done anything bad, and whom Yvonne had randomly picked from the other students in the park, was being killed in front of her eyes. And Leah was enjoing seeing that. Her pussy was burning.

Yvonne clearly delighted in smothering Zoey. She peeked over her shoulder at Leah and laughed. Then she started riding her ass on Zoey's face.

Zoey tried to wriggle away. Leah had to do her best to hold her down. Dying girl twisted her body, her skirt bunched up, revealing white panties. Zoey was grabbing at Yvonne's ass in futile attempts to push the smothering pillow-like butt off her face. Yvonne didn't pay attention at her struggle.

Yvonne reached back with one hand and grabbed Zoey's shirt. She ripped it open, making buttons scatter on the floor. She grabbed Zoey's bra and pulled it up. Girl's supple, pale titties sprung out. Yvonne kneaded them with her one hand. Her other hand was rubbing her clit.

"Ahhhhh..." Yvonne was moaning. "Yeeeeesss..."

Zoey's squirms became more agonizing. Girl's body spasmed. She still occasionally tried to kick her legs, but without the same effort as before. Leah held her legs, and her knuckles were turning white. Last life was leaving Zoey. Soon she was merely trembled, without danger of her wiggling away from under Yvonne's black ass.

Leah, relieved that she could let Zoey's legs go, stood up. Her eyes were focused to Yvonne's huge ass, which vibrated on Zoey's face. Girl's pretty little titties jiggled, contrasting with dark buttocks that covered her whole face. The sight was driving Leah crazy. She stumbled backwards, until she hit the laptop table with her butt. She felt sticky between her legs. How could a murder be so arousing? Leah lifted her skirt, moved her wet panties to the side and inserted fingers in her pussy. She furiously fingered herself, her unblinking gaze chained to Yvonne's ass.

Yvonne rode her victim's body in slow, graceful motions. Zoey twitched in her last death throes. Until last moment she tried to scream for air, but all she got was Yvonne's intoxicating scent. This thought brought Leah over the line. She threw back her head, closed eyes and pushed her fingers deeper into her pussy. She raised her knee, trying to conserve the wave of bliss that run through her body, as she came.

Leah's mind didn't clear after the exhausting orgasm. She wanted more and opened her eyes. Yvonne still hadn't done. She kept riding, her gorgeous ass completely covered Zoey's face. Leah rubbed her clit.

Yvonne's movements became quicker. She was breathing in sharp gasps. Her hand reached back and rubbed Zoey's titties again. Then Yvonne's hand chaotically moved from girl's boobs to her belly, then to her pussy and titties again. Yvonne was approaching orgasm too. Her body tensed and froze for a second, and she came.

"Ahhhhh," she let out a long gasp.

Yvonne laughed, slapped her ass and rolled off Zoey's face. Girl was laying lifeless, smothered dead. Yvonne remained sitting sideways on the floor, her naked ass in Leah's view.

"Little princess had cute titties," Yvonne said. "What do you think?"

"Mhuh," Leah forced something resembling a reply.

Her breaths had quickened again. She stared at Zoey. Poor, innocent girl. Zoey's eyes stared into the ceiling, face wet and shiny from saliva and Yvonne's pussy juice. Leah just had had the best orgasm of her life watching her die. Her fingers rubbed her pussy faster.

"You like Zoey's titties?" Yvonne kept asked. "They're pretty, right?"

Yvonne slapped dead girl's boobs. Her nipples jiggled, before they stopped. Yvonne knew she was driving Leah even more crazy.

The black girl smiled. Suddenly Leah realised that she wasn't that much different from Zoey. Wasn't she another trusting college student just like her?

"Oh god!" Leah gasped.

Leah's eyes widened in terror. There was nothing in Yvonne's way to make her share Zoey's fate. She stared at Yvonne and fingered herself furiously.

"Did you enjoy me snuffing out this little cutie pie?"

Yvonne stood up. Her skirt remained gathered around her waist, revealing her shaved, moist pussy between thick thighs. Leah's mind was generating incoherent thoughts of horror and arousal. All her body wanted was another orgasm.

"Oh god! Oh god!" Leah gasped.

Wet sound came from her fingers inside her pussy. Yvonne walked closer, until she was directly in front of Leah. Leah tried to lean back. Yvonne's tits bumped onto Leah's chest.

"Zoey death was so hot, right?" Yvonne said.

Leah closed her eyes. All she could think of was Yvonne's ass covering her own face, snuffing her out just like Zoey. How could she end up in this situation? How could she be so stupid? Leah kept rubbing herself, hoping for another orgasm before death.

She felt Yvonne's lips over her trembling lips. The black girl kissed her. Leah felt Yvonne's tongue inside her mouth. Leah whimpered, and finally came for another time. Tears were flowing from her eyes.

"Oh god," she whispered.

"Well, I gotta go," she heard Yvonne say. "But you have fun!"

Leah opened her watery eyes. Yvonne was leaving? She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Yvonne had already pushed down her skirt and had her hand over the door handle. She stopped and turned at Leah.

"I wouldn't stay with her for too long," she said pointing at Zoey's corpse. "Somebody will be nosy sooner or later."

Yvonne disappeared in the hallway. Leah stared at the door. Was Yvonne even real? She couldn't grasp what had exactly happened. She was alone in the room with a lifeless student girl on the floor. Zoey was dead, flattened under Yvonne's heavy ass. Leah stared frozen for a while, before she started furiously masturbating again.