Seducing Valerie

I was about twenty years old before I realized that my clitty was
unusual. I mean, how many girls get very excited to see how big their
clits grow?? Guys with their cocks, sure. But girls?
Then I realized mine could grow till it poked out a good inch - when
I'm super-excited - looking just like a miniature cock, and feeling
pretty hard.

I began wondering if there were other females just like me, or maybe
even bigger and began discretely checking them out whenever they were
naked - at the beach or gym changing rooms, college communal shower,
even girls on my college swim and soccer teams.

The key is to find one that juts out from its hood like a really plump
over-grown corn niblet when it's asleep, then consider how it'll
mushroom when passionately licked and nibbled. With older girls/women,
it's harder to discretely peek because their dense growth of curly,
fluffy pubic hair usually hides a clitty that's even slightly longer
in its sleeping state.

I've only ever found one clit almost as long and fat as mine, but have
heard of other women with clits up to two inches. When I was a senior
in college I became very friendly with a girl, Valerie, who had a long
and fat clitty. She was a slim girl with muscular arms and legs, long
brown hair, hazel eyes, and a very seductive perky smile.

We both were on the college swim team. One day in the open-bay
communal pool showers, I noticed that her plump niblet was standing
proud, well outside its fleshy hood, much, much further than most
others. I might not have detected it if she had a huge forest of brown
curls, but she kept her whole plump mound completely clean-shaven.
Maybe, she felt it made her more aerodynamic in the water. Her
clean-shaven mound greatly accented both her pouty pink pussy lips and
that fat poking-out niblet.

After that fateful discovery, I made sure I was using the very next
shower-head whenever the team hit the showers. Valerie seemed proud of
her sleek body as she didn't wear a towel when entering or leaving the
showers. Luckily, we both liked taking long soothing showers, so we
were usually the last ones done. When all the othes had left, I could
more openly, yet still discretely, watch her soaping her young firm
body.

At times like that, I must shamefully admit feeling like a traitor to
my gender, acting out the trait of guys that I dislike most - being
controlled by that rod between the legs.

Over time, I learned that Valerie had more good points than just a
potentially large clit. My heart confirmed that I was attracted to her
for more than just her fine body, but that didn't diminish the effect
her physical attractiveness had on me.

I intently studied her during swim practices, her lithe body parting
the water, muscles straining as she glides faster and faster. On her
U-turns, that sensuous body became one with her thin tight swimsuit,
like a second very translucent skin - every bump, valley, and wrinkle,
including her niblet, became completely visible.

Naked in the shower as drops of water cascaded over her whole
luxurious body, this is how I loved her best. Even when not nearby,
Valerie was always on my mind - or, at first, select parts of her.

Then, weeks of erotic torture. Fantasizing it was me soaping her solid
wet body, hands cupping her round buoyant breasts, palms surfing over
her long hard pink nipples; and finally, my long thin fingers dipping
between those puffy pussy lips, rubbing, stroking.

Without a word our wet bodies would be slowly drawn toward each other
into a loving embrace. Beings connected, our locked eyes speak
volumes, touching flesh telegraphs tingling each to the other, pressed
lips transmit both warmth and desire - a dance of passion and sharing.
Pussies and legs intertwine, rubbing one on the other, slowly at
first, then ever more frantic as passions build.

Abruptly, I would stop, step back, surveying the pleading look on her
pouting face. My slippery wet body glides around her, then attacks
from behind. My large glistening breasts squash against her slick
back, my curly blond bush is rubs its hot female dew against her firm
round cheeks, and my firm engorged clit is now nestles in the narrow
crack of her firm tight buns.

Reaching around her, my magical fingers very lightly rub rich sudsy
lather over and over her elongated clitty's sensitive pink crown,
while I hotly kiss and nibble her shining neck and shoulders. Her legs
and thighs part even wider, flaring those puffy outer lips, allowing
me to do a much more thorough job. Her head arches back, resting on my
shoulder, with her mouth partly open, gasping heavily, but otherwise
not making a sound.

Her hands reach behind and clutch my firm buns, pulling me even
tighter against her. Finally, she relaxes both cheeks making that
narrow crack grow much, much wider, as those fleshy buns are forced
outward again by our sandwiched pressure. If my clitty was only an
inch longer, I could now easily slip it up her puckered rosette-shaped
hole, like a long skinny cock, making her thrash even more with
unbridled pleasure.

Making a "V" from two fingers, I gently rub more warm soapy lather up
and down her clitty's long thick stem, as if rubbing off her stubby
cock. Each tender stroke makes it wildly jump and jerk. Valerie is now
perplexed - she doesn't know whether to arch forward, squeezed tighter
against that mischievous hand, or press back, firmly clutching my long
wiggly snake between her buns.

Her dilemma is left unanswered as an ever louder chorus of "oooooohs"
and "aaaaaahs," escapes through tightly pursed lips, as all her
muscles tense and she rises toward an explosive finale. Feeling her
impending climax, I massage that naughty thrashing clitty just a
little bit harder, while lightly biting back and forth across her
twitching wet shoulders.

Suddenly, her body bucks and jerks in my arms, causing me to leave a
red welt on her left shoulder, while she grips my buns ever so
tightly. Holding her slippery body very snug so she doesn't fall, my
hot moist palms let those rock-hard nipples peek out through grasping
fingers until her violent gyrations slowly subside.

As her senses return and she regains her balance, I slowly and
lovingly back away, a broad smile on my face and the fingernail gouges
from her pleasure on my buns. Her satisfied, glowing body now needs
another warm soothing shower that I will let her take alone.

In sad reality, we are still strangers. Returning from my fantasy I
remind myself why I so admire her compact, half-moon youthful breasts,
so, so .... perfect. Most of her breast flesh a dark tan, but around
each dark nipple a small creamy-white triangle where her tiny bikini
top had just covered it. Standing back, each hovering breast looks
like a puzzle, a dark pink circle in the center of a white triangle in
the center of a tan circle.

B-cup breasts float as if suspended in mid-air, hardly even jiggling.
She has no need for any support. Dark pink nipples perfectly centered,
always spiking out, prominent. In a tight white silky tee-shirt and no
bra, rising and falling in rhythm with her breathing, she'd give a
marble statue an erection. I would look at her, and ven if threatened
with awful torture, I could not tell you if she was smiling or wearing
a skirt.

After closely watching her shower for many agonizing days, I concluded
that she spent more time soaping those puffy pussy lips than any other
part of her young firm body. Every time she showered, she soaped and
rinsed them at least three or four times. Sometimes her hand scrubbed
lingeringly slow, other times blazingly fast with her hazel eyes
tightly closed, cute face now all scrunched up, and firmly biting her
lower lip. In hindsight, she probably climaxed as I remember her
slightly shaking, her chest all pink, before quickly leaving with a
flushed face.

Once, while her eyes were tightly closed and her hand feverishly
soaping each now-imaginary brown curl, I quietly dropped my soap near
her feet. Slowly and silently, I crouched down next to her, my hand
out-stretched to pick it up, but only waiting and watching. My face
was only inches from that whirring wet hand. I inhaled whiffs of her
pungent female aroma mixed with a "mountain fresh" soap scent,
becoming more light headed with desire.

I thought for sure she would swiftly notice my closeness, but she was
floating in her own sweet world. This angle gave me a perfect view of
her plump clean-shaven pussy being parted and stroked by that devilish
hand. I could vividly see her outer lips flaring from those tender
fingers; her clitty stretching out further, like an awakening snake,
as those fingers "accidentally" rubbed against it; and finally see one
or two gooey fingers dip into her heated love tunnel. I was so close I
could even hear the squishing as her knuckles disappeared from sight.

I became hypnotized, my eyes glued to that blurring hand, now knowing
the intense arousal a voyeur feels. I wanted soooo much to stick out
my long fat tongue, licking her hot gushing juices as they dripped
from her pink lips, but that would have broken her magical spell, and
embarrassed me too much.

I just adored how her puffy pink lips flared, like blooming petals on
a tulip. At night, I constantly dreamed about softly parting them with
my stiff athletic tongue, then firmly licking her inner lips up and
down, darting that stiffness in and out, over and over, like a snake
on a heated hunt. I would let that long slender squirming tongue
deeply investigate her hot wet love tunnel, and even let it tickle her
navel - from the inside!!

Unfortunately, in those days, I was extremely shy. Even though I could
vividly fantasize about her and my affection continuously grew, I
found it very hard to openly express my feelings to her. I always
stayed silent and just peeked.

This time though, her fat red clitty was sticking out over half an
inch, much more than usual, about as thick around as my little pinky.
I had to be very careful not to get too aroused myself, or my
monstrous clitty would also jut out, quickly giving my desire away. It
was a shame, they could not duel together, like miniature swords,
while our breasts, bellies, and pussys just caressed each other,
slowly melding together.

As soon as I saw her arch up on her toes, I bolted upright, not
wanting to be caught crouching down so very close. Almost immediately,
her sleek body tensed up even more, her pussy ballooned out further,
gobbling up more of that stroking hand. It so wantonly ground her lips
and huge clit against that wiggling wrist, trying to reach that
magical high. Suddenly, her sweating body twitched two or three times,
as if convulsing, and her chest flushed, while a low guttural moan
escaped her parted lips, muffled slightly by the spray's loud noise.

Seeing her climax so hard, I almost reached out to steady her, but
stopped myself, as I didn't want her to know I'd seen. I spun around
with my back towards her, and continued rinsing. By the time I turned
around again, she was gone.

Etched in memory forever, as if by a hot branding iron, is the erotic
image of her firm wet body glistening under those shower lights, so
pure and shiny clean, except for a trail of hot sweet nectar running
down her still-twitching thighs. I can vividly see the last drops of
water hanging from each hard outstretched nipple, patiently waiting to
fall, while other drops of sticky sweet dew hang from where her pussy
lips have so grotesquely twisted and stuck together.

Since those days, I have seen many young hot wet bodies, some even
more sensuous, but there was just something about her fulfilled wet
glistening image that I will never forget.

My favorite fantasy of her is still vivid in my memory. There, she has
given me permission to be her soft gentle body-towel. I begin kissing
and licking, er, drying, her warm wet sensuous body at her nose,
spiraling lower and lower, not stopping until I have completely dried
each of her ten toes.

She forces her body-slave to: bathe her neck and ears with my hot
tongue, making soft, then louder coos and moans rise from her throat;
suck every molecule of moisture from both protruding pink breast nubs,
making her shiver and shake from forbidden desires; swirl my warm wide
tongue in ever narrower spirals on her taut stomach, finally dipping
it deep into her navel, making her knees open wide with joy; then
feast on both now low-hanging pussy lips until they are so red and
puffy, almost totally dry (if that is ever possible), finally bringing
her to a bucking, thrashing, fireworks- popping climax.

Not allowing her weary body any respite, I continue to feverishly kiss
and nibble down her still-trembling thighs and legs, ever teasing,
making every ounce of her total being beg for more. Mini- cannons
shoot off, bringing her closer and closer to a second grand-finale.

Finally, I wetly and vigorously mouth each neatly manicured toe, like
a mini-cock, trying to make each one cum. I suck hard on them, making
slurping sounds, letting my tongue's firm tip caress them as they
slide in and out my hot wet mouth. This is causing her to again quiver
and shake, then her sweet pussy convulses, gushing out more hot sweet
nectar, her body jerking and bending, her head thrashing from side to
side, until those glorious rippling sensations subside.

It might take days, or even weeks, and she still might not be totally
dry when I finish, but I'm sure every cell in her body will feel
absolutely satisfied, yet totally exhausted !! For now, with a gentle
kiss on each still-pulsating nipple, I quietly slink away as satisfied
as her, even though I never climaxed.

Then, miracle. During our shower one day, Valerie softly asked me to
soap her muscular, sleek back. She'd pulled a shoulder muscle while
swimming. Her request gave my whole body goosebumps, my face brightly
blushes, but then looking at the shower room floor, I mumbled "No" and
a "stupid" excuse.

My whole being would have loved to do as she asked, but my hands
soaping (spelled "caressing") even merely her back would have been
just too much for me. I would lose self-control and start on body
areas still forbidden, maybe even rubb my slick soapy body lovingly
against hers.

After my negative reply, Valerie quickly left the shower as though
embarrassed. I stayed behind, immediately regretting my words, and now
really, suddenly very alone.

Just thinking about what might have happened really aroused me.
Closing my eyes, my face still in a pout, I found the soapy palms and
firm fingers of both hands lightly kneading my large hanging udders
with their rock-hard rubbery nubs. Soon, with a will all their own,
they began lifting and squeezing those huge jugs in a much rougher,
more vigorous manner.

Maybe, I was punishing my body for saying "No" to sweet, lovely
Valerie. My hands would shove my breasts together, then roll them
around, the silky soap suds acting as a very slick lubricant. Then,
they violently tug on my long hard nipples trying to stretch them into
tomorrow. The more I mashed, tugged, and rolled them, the more rough
attention my breasts desired. This "punishment" had now blossomed into
pleasure. My breathing became quicker and more ragged, my body bucked
slightly in anticipation.

I hesitated, looking around quickly to make sure no one else was
there. Satisfied, I slid one hand through my wet blond pubic curls,
down between my hot creamy thighs, finally, roughly rubbing my pouting
pussy lips with "V'd" fingers. "Ohhhhh ..... yessssss," this was just
what my enflame body so-ooo desired.

Squatting down with my knees spread wide, my puffy pussy fully flares
and heated love tunnel opens, allowing even greater entry for those
stiff magical fingers. Soon, not only one, but two, then three long
rigid fingers were pumping in and out of my sopping hot tunnel,
plunging with all their might to push me over that marvelous crest. My
love tunnel muscles gripped those sticky fingers, exacting as many
sensations as possible while they pistoned relentlessly in and out.

My other hand was still roughly tugging on my hard, rubbery nipples,
alternating between those two tortured sore nubs. Lifting my hanging
right breast to my soft moist mouth, allowed me to vigorously suckle
on that wanton, very needy nipple. My hot wet breath soothed the hurt
some, while that vicious hand went back to pulling and tugging on my
left nipple. My cloudy brain and swirling senses were overwhelmed,
receiving indescribable sensations from all three areas of my
trembling body at once.

Without even touching my now-obscenely bobbing clitty, my climax
continued building to a well-deserved peak. I cried out, "Oh God,
right there" to that empty shower room. Suddenly, my pussy lips
started contracting and my stomach began churning.

"Yeeesss, that's it, juuusst a little moorree." I felt a dull ache
growing inside my body. A flood of female "honey" began gushing down
onto that pistoning hand. Instantly, *every* cell began screaming
causing my whole body to jerk and thrash, at odds with my head
flailing from side to side. Wildly twitching, I lost my balance and
slipped to the floor, luckily, only bouncing on my buns. I must have
laid there for two or three minutes, a totally satisfied, still
twitching, lump of cells and nerves.

Finally, regaining my senses, I slowly staggered to my feet. My legs
were very weak both from squatting and the earth-shattering climax. My
body so needed another warm soapy soothing shower. After that, still
satisfied, I dried myself off and went into the changing room to get
dressed.

Every day I deeply regretted saying No to Valerie. She never again
asked me to wash her back in the showers after swimming. We would
still shower together, sneaking peeks at each other's wet curves,
often using our budding bodies to tease each other, but never say a
word. Seeing her naked wet glistening body every day kept me
constantly aroused, my pink pouting pussy always juicing at least a
little. On days when I would often see her, I had to wear a
super-absorbent pad to prevent any embarrassment. I knew that I had to
do something, but what ??
Every night, my mind graphically replayed what might have happened in
the shower under that warm wet spray. My long slender fingers pumped
my over-heated furnace while my fat thumb strummed my long, hard clit
to earth-shattering climaxes. A few times, I climaxed sooo hard, my
roommate must have clearly heard my muffled cries and guttural moans,
if not some creaks from my bed, as I wiggled and jerked my wide-open
drooling pussy toward sexual bliss. Often I wished she, the beloved,
would come over and snuff out, with her mouth and full moist lips,
that raging fire between my twitching legs before they melted from its
intensity.

When my roommate was gone overnight, the incredible stories my
five-foot body-pillow could tell. I often vigorously rode it,
deliriously imagining that the soft warm cuddly pillow were Valerie.
Our young nimble bodies would lovingly intertwine as one, a maze of
firm sleek legs and hot wet pussys, together making wild passionate
love.

I would begin by wetly kissing and nibbling my body-pillow's imaginary
neck, often letting just the tip of my firm moist tongue tease a more
sensitive patch; lovingly stroke her long silky brown hair, deeply
inhaling its fresh clean scent; and nuzzle her firm pointed nipples,
watching their wide pinkness scrunch up, begging for a more vigorous
sucking.

Pausing only for a moment, I would look up, gazing into her twin
glassy pools, as her increasing passion made ever more frequent
ripples. Nibbling on each breast's sensitive underside, her tense body
would shutter. Her stomach contracts and gently bucks, taunted by the
trail of warm wet kisses I left in my search toward her hot passionate
love-tunnel. By now, I am usually so-o-o close to coming that the lips
in my fantasy never make it to that heated fountain of desire.