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.

My body now forces me to tightly hug that body-pillow, our two over-heated pusses briefly beginning a slow gentle love; quickly moving on to firmly push and shove; then lustily rubbing, our fat elongated red clits dueling for ever stronger sensations; and at long last, thrashing violently at each other until stiffening in an earth-shattering climax. Drained and exhausted, I would collapse on that soft now-damp body-pillow with a funny grin on my face.

Continuing to hug it tightly, I give a couple warm wet thank-you kisses, as I would have to the real Valerie. After every swift sweet shuttering climax, I left my wonderful body-pillow glowing with my warm loving perspiration and a large soggy wet spot where that hot wanton pussy had gushed out its sweet nectar, completely drenching it.

If my roommate came back soon after I'd finished, she would easily smell my female scent by just walking through the door - the room permeated with the smells of hot sex and warm love.

A couple times, I even decorated that darling lovable "Valerie" body-pillow with a pink lacy bra whose cups I stuffed with socks I would have used water-balloons with their tough pointed nubs, but was afraid they wouldn't stand the vigorous activity and I'd end up wetter than usual; a soft belt around its middle to make a very slim trim waist; and lastly, even though Valerie kept her pink pussy clean-shaven, I even went so far as to tie some rough beaver fur from an old muff I found near that pillow's bottom to make it feel more real.

Those over-stuffed bra tips would sternly rub against my own hanging breasts with their erect nipples, while I humped that very willing body-pillow. The rough lace tweaking my nubs and firmly scraping my breasts, as I pressed harder and harder, would drive me ever so close to a mind-numbing climax. With every harsh caress, my own nipples would get more shriveled, both hard nubs poking out still further, thereby getting harshly caressed even more - a vicious, but enjoyable, cycle.

At the same time as those over-powering sensations above, my long erect red clit would constantly rub that stubbly fur, feeling each individual beaver hair caress, or sometimes stiffly poke, its fat bloated head, making it surge out well past its full one inch. What might have been normally pain, was now the pleasure of coming together as one. As that naughty clit twisted and thrashed, it would constantly try to poke a hole through that unfeeling fur into the soft pillow underneath, straining to reach that imaginary pussy's love-tunnel inside.

Very soon, I'd cry out, "Yesssss, right therrreee." Then, with a final long, slowly subsiding, "Ohhhhhhhh," my poor body would shutter and shake, twist and jerk, in the throes of final upheaval. After each violent climax, both pink bra cups would be saturated from my constant wet suckling and licking, and my chest would be bright red from their scraping. Each climax would provide some temporary, but wholly incomplete, satisfaction since my monstrous naughty clit could never reach its moist heated goal.

After recovering from every almost-heart-stopping climax, I felt I had the courage to plead with Valerie, "Let me wash your back." When we met, I could never find either those words or that courage. I noticed that she would even stall and dally if I was late, so that we would shower together. My body could sooo very strongly feel the intense animal magnetism building between us, but yet I still could do nothing.

Back in my dorm room, I would again practice those five little words. I could easily speak them into a mirror, but always upon seeing Valerie so naked in the shower, my firm resolve would melt faster than an ice cube on a hot summer's day.

Just watching those large drops of spray racing down the apples of her cheeks; over the ski-jumps of her round ample breasts; even faster, down her firm taut abdomen; around the pool of her navel; over her plump bare pussy mound; and finally, down the strong solid muscles of her thighs and legs, left my mouth totally dry and immovable.

Those lonely tears of spray straining ever so mightily to drop from her pert nose; from her full pursed lips; from her hardened tube-shaped reddish nipples; from her pink flared puffy outer pussy lips; from each and every luscious body part, caused those well-practiced words to flow into hiding, never having been said.

After a long month of daily torture and nightly shuddering climaxes, I swallowed my fear and made an extra effort to become friendlier with her. I was ecstatic because she cheerfully responded. Soon, we were usually warmly chattering after swim practices with broad bright smiles and gleaming eyes. Other times, we would just silently look into each others eyes, letting our souls telegraph both our hot, and tender, thoughts.

Now we would walk, sometimes very closely, to and from all our classes. Every time her swaying hips would "accidentally" rub against mine, my whole body felt mini-bolts of electricity. Each and every pussy curl would spring out straight yearning for attention. Once, I nearly died when her hand almost grasped mine as we walked, but she seemed to change her mind at the last minute, letting only our finger tips graze. Just from that brief fleeting touch, I could intimately feel every tiny ridge on each of those finely manicured tips.

We had become very good friends but every cell in my body longed for our friendship to blossom into a completely fulfilling, loving girl-girl relationship. Back then, I didn't know about bisexuality or lesbianism: I did know that I so wanted, no, needed, my Valerie. Again, I was afraid to make the first move not wanting to ruin a friendship I had begun to so greatly cherish.

After being best friends for about three months, I finally was so desperate that I had to try something. Anything! I invited her up to my dorm room Saturday night for some extra studying. This was the first time we had studied in the privacy of my room. It would be especially private since my roommate was gone for the weekend.

Previously, we had only studied at the library among many other students. She didn't know it then, but it was her I really wanted to study - very closely, my eyes acting as a microscope over every inch of her beautiful, desirable body. I wanted to study: every hair on her fluttering eyelashes, while I lightly kissed her nose; every dimple on her cheek, while I kissed along the ridge of her well shaped chin; every bump and mole on her neck and chest, while I kissed all around her wonderful breasts . . . . Oh! I just had to stop thinking about it. I'd be too excited even before she got here.

To help loosen any of her inhibitions, I bought a large bottle of red fruity wine. I didn't know whether she drank wine, but I sure hoped so. Most of the girls on campus would drink, but only a little if they were with guys and trying to remain in control of both their bodies and their guys. I hoped that Valerie would not worry about her drinking with me.

That afternoon, I decided to take a leisurely bubble bath so my skin would be "soft as a baby's bum" for Valerie. After unhooking that cornflower-blue monster holder and letting those udders swing free, I slid down my sheer matching panties feeling growing tingles as those fingers only lightly grazed my sensitive thighs. I resisted touching them any further, cause I wanted to be "primed and ready to go" for my Valerie. Gazing at my naked body in a full length mirror, letting my full milky-white breasts sway from side to side, another surprise came to mind for Valerie.

Ample breasts bouncing, I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a pair of scissors thinking, I wonder what her reaction will be when she sees my curly blond bush trimmed in a heart shape ?? After a few minutes of snips, my bush looked pretty much like a heart. Not perfect, I thought But it would have to do. Actually, it looked more like a broken heart - pouty lips providing a seeping crack down the middle.

Now to finish with a razor and some shaving cream, but first a hot wash cloth to soften that tender skin. After all, it was only used to warm kisses, wet licks, and hot breath. A couple nicks and ouches later, the heart was done. Time for the warm bubble bath to sooth both it and the rest of my body.

Drying off after an hour soaking in the tub, it was time for a close-cut pedicure. I meticulously dried each individual toe, then applied a coat of bright red nail polish. I wanted each toe to be clean and fresh smelling, just in case, Valerie was into "toe sucking." Only thinking about it sent shivers down my spine. I hoped so much that she enjoyed it, cause it excited me greatly to have each toe vigorously tongue licked, then sucked, then tongue licked some more, like each was a mini-penis waiting to explode.

Now, what lingerie should I wear to seduce sweet Valerie? Finally deciding to put the emphasis on my breasts, flaunting those two large gifts, I chose a very revealing sheer red lacy bra and panty set. I always equated "red with passion" and remembered that once or twice, I'd caught Valerie obliquely staring at my large breasts while we were showering together.

I chose a red low-cut lace demi-bra from Frederick's of Hollywood, which claimed it would lift and separate, adding a full cup size. I bought it two years before to entice an old boyfriend. With a pair of large Ds already, I really didn't need the additional cup size, but I was doing whatever was necessary to seduce that "sexy wench." Usually not my style, now it was perfect.

It pushed together both large udders, mounding them in the middle like rolling hills, almost spilling them out over the cups' edges. My crinkled stubby nipples were just at the cups' top, one tiny-weeny upward push on those breasts and those fat nubs would spring out, quicker than a switch-blade knife, ready to be suckled. This style also lifted them up on a platter, ready to be served, which I dearly hoped they were. Finally, a front clasp allowed it to easily pop off.

For panties, I chose tight red bikini-style that allowed some blond curls from "my heart" to peek out on both the top and sides. They were tight and sheer enough that Valerie could easily see my puffy lips spreading wide behind that red veil. As I looked and turned in the mirror, I also noted they didn't cover all of my plump protruding mound, and not even a quarter of my rounded butt cheeks. Perfect !! For maximum impact, over this I was wearing a thin white crop-top (I wanted the red to enticingly show through) and form-fitting high-cut white short-shorts.

Taking one final look in the full length mirror, I simply loved what I saw. "If this wouldn't seduce Valerie, nothing will," I thought. The thin crop-top was rippled across my chest from the pushing out of my tightly compressed breasts. My plattered breasts now stuck out sooo far, the top must have hung out at least six inches from my abdomen. Slowly turning left and right, I could see just a tad of red along my short-shorts' high-cut sides.

Now, bending over at the waist and looking through my legs at the mirror, my red-pantied crotch showed vividly outside the narrow white short-short crotch. I also noticed I was starting to get wet already from anticipation. I thought, "I'll have to remember to bend over when Valerie is here." Lastly, a little "Obsession" perfume to entice - some squirts on my neck and a dab in my navel. Thinking further, two more dabs just above my already-wet pussy lips. All fired up and ready to tease - and, hopefully, please.

When Valerie arrived, I was shocked by her clothes. It appeared that she had her own, very different, style of teasing. She wore a white cotton blouse with a blue plaid skirt, just like those young catholic school girls. She had never worn clothes like that before, at least not with me.

It looked like her white blouse was a size or two too small. Even though she only had B-cup breasts, it was stretched tightly across her bosom, causing it to gape open between the buttons. With wide-eyed straining eyes, I thought I could see her white bra highlighted against her very tan skin.

Her blue plaid skirt hung about five inches above her knees. No school girl would dare wear a skirt that high, so she must have shortened it herself. I couldn't wait for her to bend over so I could peek at what goodies she was hiding underneath. Beginning to salivate, I mentally kept saying, "Bend over. Pleeease bend over," but alas it was not to be, at least not yet.

She also put her long brown hair in pig-tails with yellow bows on the ends and was wearing bright red lipstick, both further added to her young virginal look. As a final touch, she wore white turned-down ankle socks and black "Mary Jane" style shoes. I don't know why, but her innocent look excited me greatly. We made a surprising contrast standing next to each other - the hooker and the virgin. I was starting to wonder who was seducing who.

After some brief chatter, we began studying, although it was very hard. I had never tried to seduce another girl before so I decided to take it slow. After a half hour, I suggested some fruity wine and was very happy when she accepted. From then on, we both drank and giggled, studied a little, then more drinking and giggling. I tried to keep her glass always full.

Every so often, when she was giggling or emphasizing a point, her warm right hand lightly brushed my firm creamy thigh, close to but never quite touching my short-shorts. I couldn't figure out whether this was really accidental, she was sending me a signal, or just blatantly teasing. If she was teasing, it sure was working !! I don't know if she noticed it, but her light warm touches caused my thighs to involuntarily spread, a little further each time, to allow her more of my pink yearning flesh to "accidentally" touch. With every passing minute, my pussy was becoming even wetter and wetter.

Suddenly, Valerie stood up, saying, "I'm just going to take off my shoes, I don't want to get your bedspread dirty if I sit on my legs." She turned with her back towards me, spreading her legs a little, then bending fully over to unbuckle the straps on her "Mary Jane" patent leather shoes. As I had guessed, that short blue plaid skirt rose up, exposing all of her tanned upper thighs and just a hint of the leg-elastic of her taut white panties. Although I didn't consider myself a voyeur, especially with another girl, this unplanned show was a voyeur's dream and excited me even more. I could see her tanned thigh muscles flex and ripple as she changed position slightly. If she had bent just a little more, I was sure I would see her plump pussy lips and the unguarded gate-way to her wondrous hot love tunnel.

Fate favored me. Having trouble with one stubborn strap, she began wiggling her buns struggling to get that buckle undone. Her wiggling caused that skirt to rise even higher exposing most of her white panty crotch. Now, I could easily see the outline of her plump pussy lips. That sight made shivers go up and down my spine that were luckily un-noticed by her. Between whiffs of her strong female scent and her damp crotch, I could tell that she was very, very aroused.

Finally, she bent back up, announcing, "There I got it," kicking that uncooperating shoe in the corner. Resuming, we ended up sitting on my bed tittering and giggling like virgin little school girls. Although, with our hard fat nipples now showing so obscenely through our tops/blouses, it was apparent that we were no longer "little" school girls.

Every so often, as Valerie changed position on the bed, one of her firm tanned legs or white socked feet would touch my leg sending a shiver rippling down to my very soul. Once, her leg fully rested against mine for what seemed to be four or five minutes. That contact area got so hot that I though we would both be scalded before she pulled her leg back.

My small dorm room was normally warm, but with all the wine we had drunk, it felt even hotter. I suggested we take off our blouses and skirt or shorts to "be more comfortable, of course." At first, Valerie got an aghast look on her face, then began to grin. Thinking back, she was probably just toying with me. She still protested a little, the big tease, but gave in with a sigh after I hotly whispered in her ear, letting my moist lips just graze its surface, that: I would double-lock the door; there were only us girls here; and I had already seen her very naked in the showers.

Reluctantly, she stood up, wobbled a little, then got her balance. Facing me, she arched her back as she slowly unbuttoned her straining white cotton blouse. As each button opened with a loud pop, more and more of her desirable smooth tanned flesh was revealed. After about the fourth pop, I saw that she was wearing a gold chain around her neck with a large gold heart. The heart hung in the deep valley between her perfect breasts, immediately drawing my eyes there and almost pulling them out of their sockets. I couldn't do anything but stare, with parted lips wetted by an ever more excited tongue.

As that white blouse finally slipped from her tanned shoulders, *I* got another surprise. Underneath, she was wearing a form-fitting white bra with cute little red hearts all over. Now, I was very excited. The contrast with her tanned skin made it to show up even more vividly. Those red hearts further increased her school-girl looks.

Right now, her pert breasts looked much larger than a B-cup. Maybe it was that tight white cotton bra, or because they were on her very slim sleek body. Looking even closer, I could see the outline of her large pink areola and the thick points of her hard red nipples through those cute cotton cups. Those twin pink buds, looking like they were waiting to be plucked (and more), were definitely causing my moist pussy to not only become wetter, but start drooling.

Valerie slowly slid the back zipper down on her blue plaid skirt. She paused a second, teasing, and then with a broad grin let it fall in a puddle around her white-socked feet. Demurely stepping out of it, she kicked it into the corner to join her now-wrinkled cotton blouse.

Her tightly-stretched white cotton panties also were adorned with little red hearts. Her puffy pussy lips were vividly outlined because of her clean-shaven mound. The head of her engorged pink clitty was already pushing straight out, tenting those cute white panties, advertising her enormous excitement. It looked like a pink rose-bud hiding behind that soft white curtain, slightly swaying in the breeze, emitting wave after wave of delightful womanly fragrances.

I could vividly see a vertical wet line on those tight white panties from where her now-panting pussy was already heavily leaking. Growing wider and more intense as I watched, it told me she was becoming more and more turned on, possibly even more than I was.

It was hard to believe a simple white cotton bra and panties, even with small red hearts, could look so erotic. They no longer looked virginal on her firm young body. Though she had looked sexy when naked in the showers, I couldn't believe how hot she now looked in that simple white bulging lingerie. She actually looked even sexier now than when completely naked.

Looking very pleased and grinning again, Valerie sat back down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her elbows, and spreading her firm smooth legs even wider than before. Now I guess, it was my turn.

[Sweet Valerie had finished her very sexy strip-tease, and lay back down on the bed. Now it was my turn.]

After seeing her very sexy strip-tease, it was all I could do to stand up without drooling or immediately pouncing on her beautiful, partially-clad body. I purposely stood directly in front of her, only about a foot from the bed. She immediately sat back up to get a closer, more intimate look, her grinning face about level with my pretty rose-bud navel. She licked her luscious red parted lips and intently waited for my show to begin.

First, stretching out my arms behind me and arching my back, I made my thin white crop-top become plastered to my overstuffed red bra cups. From her angle below, she could peek right up under my crop-top, seeing those bulging overflowing red lacy cups, so vivid against my taut creamy-white skin. I hoped she could also smell the Obsession perfume that I had lightly dabbed around my navel. I could tease too.

Then ever so slowly, I raised my arms up high, wrestling that tight top over my head making sure my huge udders jiggled and shook obscenely in that sheer red lacy bra, as I slinked up and down doing a Middle Eastern-type belly dance. All that brisk bouncing caused one red stubby nipple to pop out over its cup edge, fat and erect, vividly advertising its wantonness (just like I hoped it might). Innocently, I acted like nothing had happened and just left it there, jutting out like a huge first-grade pencil eraser. I wasn't going to let her outdo me in a strip-tease.

Previously, her eyes had constantly studied my whole body's every move. Now those glazed-over pools, with their focused pupils, never left that popped-out fat reddish-brown nipple, not even for a moment. Valerie was either mentally willing it "to come to mama" so she could greedily suckle it between her warm parted lips, or memorizing every bump and ridge for a future assault. Her long wet tongue would repeatedly peek out, keeping those parted full lips so moist, always ready for a much closer inspection.

Popping the snap on my tight high-cut white short-shorts, I lowered the front zipper just a few millimeters, letting only a hint of my red lacy panties peek out. Suddenly, Valerie's breathing became more ragged, her moist palms absentmindedly rubbing her smooth upper thighs. She bent slightly forward, trying to stare through the remaining white covering. After twisting for only a minute or two (which must have seemed like an eternity to Valerie), making believe I had a zipper problem, I slowly lowered that zipper, tooth by tooth, letting those red lacy panties blossom into view as the white flaps folded down into a "V."

Using both hands and a roll of my hips, I teasingly pushed those white short-shorts down just a little, letting her see only the top of my excited puffy mound, still covered by those red panties. I knew she could see the few blond curls that had crept under the red elastic yearning for proper attention. With a funny grin on her face, Valerie seemed mesmerized, now staring directly at my heated sopping crotch only six inches away. Her wagging tongue seared her lipstick, making those red lips look very moist, while her breathing was coming in shorter gasps.

Spreading my soft smooth legs wider and pushing my plump excited mound forward, I tried to release even more of my musky aroma mixed with the Obsession perfume I had dabbed just above my clitty. Yes, a concerted effort on my part to lure her into becoming more and more aroused.

Finally, having teased enough, with one push and two undulating wriggles, those short-shorts fell to the floor, puddling around my feet. Now, fully exposed were my sopping wet red panties for her intimate inspection, only inches from her moist parted lips. Clearly, through the sheer wet material, I knew her staring eyes could easily see the puffy outline of my flared pussy lips and curly blond hairs. Her nose was almost being tickled by those renegade blond hairs that had crept under the crotch and leg elastics.

My fat pink clitty was distinctly visible poking straight out near the top of those red panties, creating quite a "tent." It was pushing out sooo far, the low panty-elastic in the front wasn't even touching my crotch. With a clitty that big, if it weren't for my meaty D-cup breasts, anyone would think I was a very young boy with his first spontaneous erection. At this point though, I don't think Valerie would have cared either way. Between our pair of tented panties, I wasn't sure whose clitty was fatter or longer, but would be very willing to let them duel it out - a little later.

With a broad smirk, I turned my back to her, then modestly adjusted my red panty-seat like a swimsuit. Spreading my legs, I nonchalantly bent over at the waist to pick up a text book. This gave her an unobstructed view of my tightly molded buns and sizzling molten crotch, forcing creamy-white flesh to bulge out around those struggling red leg-elastics. The great strain from bending over dragged that red panty crotch right up into my shiny slippery slit, making my hot wet pussy lips burst open wide like an over-stuffed hotdog roll.

At that very moment, I am absolutely sure that if Valerie had possessed a large fat dildo, she would have quickly stuffed my "roll" to the hilt without uttering a single sound. I wouldn't have uttered a sound either, except maybe a cooing "ooooooh" and an ever-louder "aaaaaah," as Valerie vigorously pistoned that glorious "satisfier" in and out, causing gushes of hot sweet nectar to trickle down my twitching thighs. The way her eyes strained, Valerie could vividly see my sopping wetness, those glistening pearls of female dew, tenuously hanging from a few lonely blond curls, waiting to drop on a firm wet tongue.

Teasing more as I bent back up, I wiggled my firm round buns a little, my butt crack just inches from Valerie's parted lips. Before turning around, I again slowly covered up those plump buns, sliding one finger under each leg band, stretching that seat out, then pulling it back down. I grinned to myself at both the show Valerie saw and the squishy sound that soaked crotch made.

Finally turning around, my molten pussy was no more than an inch or two from her expressionless face. Valerie was now squirming even more, the palms of her sweaty hands firmly rubbing her upper thighs and the base of her puckered bare pink mound. I spread my thighs wider, allowing a few more curls to spring out, then arched my back once more, as if stretching. Those puffy pink pussy lips again burst out around that soaked panty crotch. Every bump, crease, and wrinkle was vividly visible under that super-stretched sheer red material. Even the beckoning tunnel to my overheated furnace was sooo very clearly showing.

This time though, I must have pushed Valerie past her limit, cause suddenly without any warning, she reached around me, strongly cupping my tight creamy buns, forcibly pulling my panty-covered pussy that single inch or two right into her face. I felt her long pink fingernails digging into my soft bun-flesh, holding me tight. Her nose pushed my panty front deeply between my flared pussy lips, while I could hear her deeply inhaling my musky womanly aroma. My engorged clitty was pushed against her soft pink cheek. Her hot breath tickled my curly blond hairs, causing my sex to drool even more.

Avoiding my bloated and very sensitive clitty, her flat firm tongue quickly licked up the drops of my female "honey" seeping through that sheer material, like water through a screen. She attacked, lustily slurping, like a child eating a quickly melting ice cream cone on a 110 degree day. This so-desired attention made my pussy lips swell, engorging further, becoming more sensitive, but also more needy.

Her face became magnetized to my hot wet crotch. Her long finger nails dropped down to the backs of my thighs, kneading those tender muscles, leaving deep red marks of what would have been sharp pain if I had not been so greatly aroused.

Finally, completely frustrated, she jerked that sopping red crotch to one side. Again and again, harder and harder, she licked and slurped in a unstoppable attempt to collect all those tiny drops of warm sweet female dew. But it was *totally* impossible. The more she licked with her wide flat tongue, the more sweet dew drops my pulsating pussy produced.

Suddenly, getting very serious, her long probing tongue now curled lengthwise, forming a "U." It thrust into my wet torrid canyon, tickling those silken pulsating walls, sending shivers up and down my spine. I dropped both hands to her shoulders for support. Then, just as quickly, it retreated, going back to only lightly licking my pussy lips, leaving that hot deep gushing well needing and yearning for a hardness to bore deep inside.

Changing rhythm, she attacked those poor red puffy lips with a vengeance - kissing, then licking, then nibbling, and finally gently biting. She acted like a caged animal, who had finally been allowed to run free, though controlled by some dark unknown passion from within.

Just as I was approaching an earth-shattering climax, my hot wet pussy moving in tight vertical circles around her firm sucking mouth with its grossly puckered lips, she stopped and abruptly pulled back. The little tease looked up at me with a pouting little-girl face, as if questioning whether she should continue.

My sweet juices glistened on her bright pink cheeks, still-parted red lips, and ran down her chin and neck. Cocking her head left and right, she began panting, wide wet tongue hanging out, like a puppy, badly needing permission to again play.

Since she has now broken my concentration and robbed me of my impending climax, using all my girlish will power, I decide that I want my turn with her before I climax. She deserves to be teased for a long, long time.

My hands tenderly caress her pig-tailed brown hair as my glazed eyes peer down deeply into her soul through her twin-openings. I slowly and gently lift her to her feet. She whimpers slightly, having to leave my hot wet pussy, but obediently gets up, allowing my hands to never leave the sides of her head.

I tug her towards me, our lips and still-encased breasts meeting at the very same instant. We both feel the tiny sparks of electricity as hot lips mash together and hard pointed nipples duel to see who will be pushed in furthest. A duel it is, the first one.

Our wet lips rotate left and right, jockey up and down, trying to gobble up as much as humanly possible of the other. It will be a miracle if one of us doesn't end up with a broken nose. My musky pussy juice is rubbed all over my face from her shiny cheeks and chin. I can even taste my sweet fragrant aroma on her non-yielding lips.

Our hard stiff tongues are in a frenzy, pushing and shoving each other, dueling to see which one will be totally in control. Finally, in a sudden surge of will power, my tongue pushes through becoming victorious. Valerie sighs, sagging in my strong arms in total surrender, allowing me to take full control. To the victor go the spoils of war and I am going to slowly savor those spoils.

I gently lay her down on her back on the bed, then stand over her with my hands on my hips, gazing at her heaving wound-up body. As sexy as she appears, one portion looks like a frightened little child not knowing what is going to happen next, while another portion, inflamed by lust, is begging for rough intimate touches. I have to make sure that both are fully nurtured and satisfied. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.

Suddenly, I have an even more intense compulsion to tease her body like she has teased mine the last four months. I look sternly at her and say, "You've been a bad girl teasing me so much." She looks a little more frightened, but silently and timidly nods her head in agreement.

I strut over to my dresser, open my lingerie drawer, removing two red nylon stockings. "An appropriate choice of color," I think to myself. Strutting back to the bed, I tie one securely to each wrist, then tautly to the headboard corners. While I do this, Valerie remains still and silent, totally passive and submissive, not even protesting a little.

That done, I look down straight at her eyes and command, "Now, it's time to tease you, my dear. Let's see how well you can stand it."

Bending over her, I let my long blond hair lightly caress her firm smooth swimmer's thighs, each silky strand leaving a trail of electrifying tingles. I watch with glee as the muscles in her rounded buns tense and squirm as my fine soft hair runs up and down. Her still-free legs open and close, like a pair of scissors at full throttle, the mashing flesh massaging her pussy and clit. I'll have to do something about that, I think. If her legs open and close much more she'll climax before I want her to !

"Valerie," I command, speaking in an even firmer voice, "Your legs are moving way too much. I might accidentally get kicked. I guess I'll have to tie those also."

Again, Valerie remains quiet as I retrieve two more red stockings, tying her ankles wide apart to the two bottom posts. These I don't bind as securely, as I know that I'll have to undo them when I remove her cute white panties. She does make such a cute X.

Now, for some fun. I begin to firmly kiss each thigh two or three times with hot moist lingering kisses leaving faint lip prints from my red lipstick. Each sweet hard kiss makes those twitching thighs lift up a little, automatically trying to part further, begging to be kissed deeper and higher. She flinches only slightly as I nibble her soft inner thighs once or twice, leaving a little red splotch, but her soft guttural moans tell me that she loves it.

Sometimes, her hot wet pussy also lifts up, her strong arms straining against the taut nylon, trying to mate her overheated hot love canal with my firm wet tongue. It's very obvious that the wet spot on her cute white panties with the red hearts is growing larger and larger with each passing minute. Each time she arches, I quickly pull back out of her reach. Not yet, I think with a grin. After a few more teasing kisses, I bend back up. Realizing that I have stopped, the disappointment and frustration is very visible on sad her pouting face.

I untie both her ankles for a minute. While looking deeply into her glazed pleading eyes, my arms reach down, hook two fingers under the tight elastic waistband on each side of her sopping cotton panties and begin to slowly peel them down. They are sooo firmly plastered to her throbbing body by sweat and female love juice, it's almost like removing a wet second skin. I purposely let my red nails lightly scrape her warm tanned skin, wanting her to feel as many opposite sensations as possible. I can feel her firm hips wiggling and her tightened thighs tingling as my hands and nails slowly but firmly glide across them.

Without my commanding, or even her saying a word, she arches her hips totally off the bed, thrusting her hot pussy closer, making it so easy for me to finish lowering and removing those cute red-hearted panties. One final tug and those white panties come off inside-out, almost cemented in place by the huge amount of gooey ooze gushing from between her very flared, clean-shaven, super-hot pink lips. Those puffy slick bare lips now look so very excited, I could almost hear them moan as the cool air caresses them.

As her white panties with those cute red hearts are slowly lowered, her fat red clit springs free, looking like a slender mushroom, finally released from its constraining pantied prison. Looking much longer than its 3/4 inch length, it just bobs around for a couple seconds, like those funny faces on a long spring. It almost seems to be waving "thanks" for letting it out. Its bright red head shines in the light, kind-of sparkling from its glossy coating of female love-juices.

Her panties finally gone, I re-tie each of her ankles to a bed post, using the same nylon stocking. I don't want to hurt her, but tug on each knot to make sure she could not pull it loose. Stepping back, she looks soooo cute and vulnerable, tied on that bed in only her white bra with those little red hearts, pig-tails with yellow bows, and white ankle socks. I will have to do something about that bra next, those cute white socks I'll leave on. I also like that pout on her face

From her heavy breathing, her wiggling and bucking against those nylon ties, it is more than obvious, exactly what her throbbing, pulsating body desires and yearns for. I bend lower to more closely examine her bobbing slick clit, careful to let only my hot moist breath caress its bloated head. (This is the only "long one" I have ever seen other than my own, and the only one this close.)

It thrashes around, then seems to stretch upward needing much more than just my hot breath. Extending my moist tongue, I give it only two or three quick long puppy slurps, like checking out a new candy cane, then swirl my wet hard tongue gently around its fat red sensitive crown. She arches her back, raising that heated molten throbbing furnace closer to my open mouth, begging for longer, firmer licks and kisses. With her clean-shaven pussy flared wide-open, like a fully blooming tulip, I can peek deeply inside watching her love-tunnel contract, then relax, hoping to snare something long, thick, and very hard. Such an almost-overpowering temptation for me, but I decide to save it for desert.

Now it's time to remove that cute white bra with the red hearts as I also want to taste-test her fat puffy nipples. Reaching down and around, unhooking the single hook, I push it up and out of the way. I take a moment to stare at her perfect perky B-cup breasts, rippling and heaving up and down with her accelerated breathing. Her pointed now-dark red nipples always remind me of queen-size Hershey kisses, though not as dark, on top of large mounds of coffee ice cream. Being the "chocoholic" that I am, I feverously begin licking and sucking, flicking the fat erect nub with my tensed tongue, then sucking and licking some more, feasting on those sweet dark morsels.

This causes Valerie to begin bouncing on the bed and moaning rather loudly, so I quickly stop. Looking directly at her, I proclaim, "I can't take any chance of somebody hearing you, so you need to be gagged." Valerie looks a little scared, but again doesn't say a word or make a sound. Now, what to use?

I remove a pink scarf from my dresser, but since it's a favorite, I don't want to get it too mucked up, so I pick up her gooey, soggy panties. Perfect. I wad the cotton panties up into a tight ball and holding them in my hand, stare directly at Valerie. She has her mouth clamped shut and is shaking her head briskly from side to side. Ah, this is the first protest she has made all night, I note to myself, A little fight is nice.

Even standing directly over poor tied Valerie, she keeps her mouth tightly closed. "Valerie, open up," I command, "This is for both our goods !!" Still no response, her mouth remains firmly closed.

"I guess we are going to have to do this the hard way," I state. I reach down and pinch her nostrils closed. Valerie's head struggles left and right trying to break my grip, while her hands and feet tug on the securely tied nylons. Finally, she can stand it no longer and opens her mouth gasping. I let her have one short breath, then shove in the panties, releasing her nose at the same time. "Breathe through your nose," I command. Before she can react, the panties are secured in place with the pink scarf securely tied around her head.

Purely by accident, this solution has two great benefits: First, cotton is the perfect gag muffling any sound. Second, the strong female scent from her gooey sopping panties will help to keep her aroused, teasing even further.

Seeing Valerie lying there so scantily clad, looking very hot and vulnerable made me want to tease her beautiful body even more. But, how ? Suddenly, a bright light clicks on in my brain. The thought, I wonder if Valerie has ever had her prim curly toes tickled and sucked ? pops into clear focus.

Bending down, I again begin to firmly press warm wet kisses onto Valerie's slightly trembling upper thighs, watching those small inner muscles contract, while basking in the aroma of her increasing sexual heat. Infatuated, I temporarily loose control, pausing my kissing, letting the hard red rubbery nipples of my huge hanging 36D udders scrape up and down her tensed thighs. That makes them shutter with pleasure and sends tingles through my drooling pussy.

I even let each fat nub slowly wander the complete length of her bald pouting pussy slit, poking inside like a mini-penis, getting both nipple and areola heavily coated with her warm glistening juices. Once, I even tried to force the whole front of one hanging udder in her slippery pussy feeling it widen further as Valerie hunches down, as if trying desperately to help suck in as much breast-flesh as possible.

As my breast sloppily slides near the junction of her "V," I can feel her obscenely engorged clit rub and poke against my slick breast-flesh as if trying to tit-fuck that single huge balloon. Again and again, it thrashes against my slippery breast-flesh frantically trying to generate as much friction as possible, but I quickly pull away. Still, this sends violent shivers through Valerie (and me !!). Even after I've stopped, Valerie continues to squirm around like a racer snake, her breathing coming in shorter and shorter gasps.

Before going back to kissing her legs, I slowly stand back up and slip each of those slick coated nubs between my moist lips, tasting her sweet but pungent ooze. Valerie is watching me lick and suck those now even more erect nut-brown nubs. Even though gagged, I can see her lips moving as if she's pretending that it is her suckling my breasts and not me.

Bending back down, I resume wetly kissing Valerie's trembling legs. This time though, I am not distracted and continue down her solid tanned legs, alternating back and forth, letting my long blond strands gently caress as I switch. Valerie cranes her neck upwards trying to figure out what's in store for her. She doesn't seem to like surprises.

Stopping at her knees for only a moment, I again watch her small thigh muscles periodically contract as she becomes more and more excited. Her sweet pussy is leaking more frequently, small drops dripping down, tickling the fine hairs in her butt crack, leaving an ever-widening puddle on the bed. The strong musky scent of her female arousal has now invaded the whole room, making my pussy become so much wetter and my nipples almost constantly tingle.

I continue kissing down her muscular calves, letting my tongue leave a trail of warm wet puddles down to the tops of her ankles. Finally arriving at her dainty, white sock-clad ankles and feet, it's time to really begin teasing. Before she knows what has happened, both her little-girlish white ankle socks lay in a jumbled pile on the floor revealing neatly pedicured toe-nails painted in a pretty shade of pink, just like a little girl.

Now for her feet . . . .