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By K.R.L. (kloeffle@harp.aix.calpoly.edu) December 1994


I was still a virgin in my freshman year at College. I had never dated or even kissed a girl before. I had this reoccurring fantasy about sucking dick and I think that it was the cause of my shyness around girls.

This is not to say that I am gay. I didn't fantasize about other guys, only my dick, or the image of a dick and balls. I was fascinated by my dick, even trying to suck it, but I wasn't loose jointed enough to do it.

Anyway, I finally went off to college where I lived in the Yosemite Dormitories where just down the hall from me was a girl named Kelly. She was six feet tall, had very large breasts, and a really cute face. She had long, naturally curly blonde hair. She was a transfer student so she was a couple years older than me; and I thought she was way out of my league.

A bunch of us from the dorm would always eat dinner together. Kelly was in that group. From our dinnertime conversation, I found out that we had a lot in common. Soon she started sitting by me almost exclusively during dinner. Also, if a group of dormies would go out for an evening, I inevitably found myself paired off with Kelly. This was pleasant, but I thought we were just friends. I couldn't see why an older, beautiful woman might be interested in me.

That first quarter went by very fast, and before I knew it, it was time to go home for Christmas vacation. On the day Kelly was leaving, she came by my room to give me a "Christmas Hug." She hugged me very tightly, which she had never done before. Her breasts pressed hard against my chest, and I had to struggle to contain an erection. She wished me a Merry Christmas, said good by, and was out the door before I even knew what happened.

I asked a couple of friends from our little clique if Kelly had said good by to them. They all said that she had, but no one else had received a "Christmas Hug."

All during Christmas I dreamt of that hug. I couldn't get the thought of Kelly out of my mind. I wished I'd had the foresight to get her home telephone number. I ended up leaving for school again five days before the end of vacation, as soon as the dorms were open. Kelly didn't show up for another three days. I saw her driving into the parking lot, and ran out to meet her. As soon as she saw me, she smiled.

"I've missed you," she said.

"Me too," I replied, putting my arms around her.

I helped her carry her stuff to her room.

"Thank you," she said, as I set down her luggage near her desk.

"You're welcome," I started to say, but was stopped by the touch of her lips on mine. Our arms encircled each other, and our sweet kiss became more passionate. "Thank you!" I exclaimed afterwards.

"I really have missed you," she said. "I've thought about you every night. Think we should, uh... get together?"

"Yea, me too. I think we should try going out."

So we did. We started by spending more time with just each other and less time with our larger circle of friends. Neither of us had much money, so we didn't do many activities that cost anything, but we did a lot of cheap things. We walked in the park, we went to museums, we took little drives in the country, and of course, we kissed. And then one day, Kelly decided we should add another activity to our roster.

We were on her bed. I was reading a comic book, and she was snuggled up with her head in my lap.

"Kay," she said.

"Yes?"

"Put the book down, Kay." I laid the book down. "I think it's time we had sex."

"I had been thinking something along the same lines myself," I said.

"First, there is something I have got to tell you. I haven't had sex in about three years, not since the beginning of my senior year in high school."

"That's okay. I've never had sex."

"You don't know why I haven't had sex."

"Tell me."

"It's like this: I lost my virginity when I was 14. The guy was a senior, and all the girls were in love with him. He chose me to accompany him to the `Welcome Freshmen' dance. I was the envy of all my friends. When he made his move later that evening, I didn't say no. He got me pretty worked up with his fingers before he took out h-h-his d-dick. It didn't hurt that much when he put it in, and he kept on using his fingers as he was ffucking me. All of a sudden he stopped. He said, `What the hell is this?' and pulled out of me. I have an extra large clitoris; I had no idea what it was or that it was bigger than normal, I just knew it felt good to touch it. "This guy, Fred, got really freaked out by my clit. I must admit, it probably looked pretty scary to him. When it's erect, I think it's about two inches long."

I was getting a hard-on from her description of her clit.

She went on with her story: "Fred wouldn't finish what he had started after that. He just got totally disgusted, and ended up driving me home. Later, I found out that he told a lot of guys about it. He told them all that if they ever fucked me, they should be sure to not get me excited. The guys nicknamed me `Ma'am,' from `Wham, bam, thank you Ma'am.' The idea was you were supposed to get in and out as fast as possible.

"After that, a lot of guys asked me out. The theory was that I was easy, because my big clit caused me to want sex all the time. Of course that wasn't true, and I didn't let any of them touch me. Pretty soon I had a new reputation for being frigid, and I didn't get another date until my junior year. Then, this new guy in school, Jeremy, asked me out. I guess he hadn't heard any of the rumors about me. I went out with him, and we had a really good time. He didn't even try to kiss me when we said good night. He was a genuinely nice guy."

"Kinda like me?" I joked.

"Actually, a lot like you. That's what I'm a little afraid of. Jeremy and I continued to date for quite a while before he made any move. Then, one day, he just decided to kiss me. I could hardly restrain myself. No one had kissed me in two years, and I wanted him bad. I started to take off my blouse right there, but he stopped me. He said he wanted to go slow. So we took it easy. We built on our experiences over time, and gradually worked up to a point where we were both ready to make love. That was it, we were really making love, not just fucking.

"At first, it didn't do much for me. Apparently, Jeremy wasn't much of a believer in foreplay. I never got that physically excited, so my clit never got fully erect. I felt pleasure, and I certainly enjoyed giving him pleasure, but that was about the extent of it. That went on through the end of the school year and all through summer.

"Right after the start of my senior year, Jeremy gave me a real surprise. We were having sex about two or three times a week. Not once did he try to manually or orally stimulate me, although I did suck his dick a couple times. Then one day, in his living room while his parents were gone, he just started undressing me. I told him to cut it out, `cause I didn't really feel like it, but he stripped me bare. Then he started kissing me and licking me all over. I started getting aroused almost immediately. He kissed my nipples and gave each of them a little nibble. Then we went down on his knees. He kissed each of my butt cheeks, then he pushed me down onto the couch. He put his hands on my knees and spread my legs apart. `I don't know if this is such a good idea,' I said. `Quiet,' was all he replied.

"He parted the lips of my vagina with his fingers, inserting just the tip of one. It felt better than any time he ever used his dick. I think it might have had something to do with the state of mind I was in. He slowly stroked that finger up and down the slit of my vagina, inserting it a little further with each stroke. then he bent down and licked up the little film of lubrication that was forming on my pussy. He kissed my pussy, and then he french-kissed it. He started fucking me with his tongue, and on about every third or fourth stroke he would lick all the way up my crack, over the clitoral hood. I could feel my clit start to harden.

"Pretty soon, he noticed.`You have a big clit,' he said. He took the little nub between his lips and gave it a suck. I wasn't ready for such direct stimulation yet, and I yelled with pain.`Touchy,' he said.

"As he continued to orally and manually stimulate me, my clit got bigger and bigger. Most of the time, his eyes were closed, so he didn't really notice how big it was getting `till he went to suck on it again. By this time it was full length. `What the hell is that thing!' he yelled. I was shocked and hurt. That was the same thing Fred had said to me years before. `It's just my clitoris,' I told him. `That thing is as big as a dick!' he said. `Get it away from me!'

"I got my stuff together and left. Jeremy was just sitting on the couch, sulking, when I left him. Later, he tried to apologize, but I was too hurt. He said he could overlook my clitoris, but I wanted him to accept me as I was. I transferred out of all classes we had in common and I didn't talk to him again the rest of the school year."

I was speechless. I couldn't say anything for a while.

Finally, she spoke. "Is something wrong?"

"No."

"Then why don't you say something?"

"I'm just thinking about what a sad story that was. I think this guy Jeremy really liked you, and it sounded like he respected you, and I think that it's sad that you never talked to him again."

"Are you just trying to cushion a spot for you if you decide to tell me you don't like my clit?"

"No, not at all. I really think it's sad."

"Yea, me too. He was a nice guy, but I want someone nicer, like you, I think. You haven't said anything about my clit."

"Well, don't worry. I have a fantasy about large clits. It's not too common, and I never thought I'd actually hook up with someone with one, so I guess I'm lucky."

"You LIKE large clits? Why?"

"I guess I have an oral fixation, and a clit seems like a much better thing to suck on than a pussy."

"Maybe so. Would you like to try?"

"Of course."

She had been laying down with her head in my lap during her whole story, so now I got out from under her and climbed on top. I kissed her sweetly on the lips as I started to unbutton her blouse. As her bra-less tits were revealed, I bent down and kissed her dark brown nipples. Then I continued down, kissing the smooth skin on her belly. I pulled down the sweat pants she was wearing, and then pulled down her underwear. Her pubic hair was short and blonde, and neatly trimmed. I had never suspected that she was a "shaver."

After I got her pants completely off, I spread her legs. This was the moment of truth. I had never seen a cunt in person before. I had fantasized about eating out Kelly almost as much as I had fantasized about sucking a big she-male cock, but no dream could prepare me for the taste I was about to get.

When one reads "pornography," or even the more respectable "erotica," one comes across a variety of descriptions for the smell and taste of the female genitalia. Some say it is sweet, salty, smells like tuna, or has the consistency of pudding. I tell you true, Kelly tasted like honey.

I ate Kelly for what seemed like hours, although in actuality, it was probably only fifteen minutes or so. I began by just kissing the lips of her pussy; I was a little scared to put my tongue inside her. Soon, however, I couldn't hold back any longer. I inserted first the tip of my tongue between her labia, then the whole shaft of my tongue. I pulled my tongue out slowly, licked up the length of her crack, and inserted my tongue again. I did this over and over, working up eventually actually fucking her with my tongue. Her natural juices were flowing quite readily, and I put my mouth over her hole to suck them up. It tasted absolutely divine.

As Kelly became more and more aroused, her clit peeked out of its hood to say hello. I touched it with my tongue gently; it responded by becoming more erect. Soon it was jutting proudly out from her crotch, over three inches long by my estimate and about an inch and a half in diameter. When it looked like it positively couldn't grow anymore, I sucked the delicate little morsel into my mouth. I moved my lips up and down over her huge clit, tonguing the shaft continuously. Kelly shook violently with wave after wave of pleasure.

"Stop!" she said. "I can't take it! O God! Stop!"

I couldn't stop, though. Sucking on Kelly's clit was the next best thing to having an actual dick in my mouth. I kept on sucking her clit until she absolutely couldn't take it anymore. She put the heels of her feet up on my shoulders and pushed me away from her cunt with her legs. I sat up, smacking my lips and licking her runoff from my fingers. She lay on the bed, shuddering and moaning. I was afraid maybe I had hurt her, so I leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh yes, I'm fine, I just couldn't take it anymore. That's the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

"Good, I'm glad. I hope I can do that for you again sometime."

"Me, too. How does everyday sound to you?"

"Great!"

"Well, now it's time for me to do something for you." With that, she pulled my dick out of my underpants and began to suck on it. She was very good at it, and before I even knew what was happening I was spurting my cream into her mouth.

We became very close friends, closer than anyone else we knew...