Cunny Licker 101 - Lydia

 

(Formerly released as A Woman's Vagina & Cunnilingus 101)

 

Prologue

 

Pussy is my Passion. Nothing in this world is more intriguing, more mysterious, more beautiful and more wondrous than that, which lies at the apogee of a woman's legs-a woman's vagina.

Think about it. Through the eons, men have killed in an attempt to gain or keep from losing the soft, tunnel-like cushions between their woman's legs. Hell, men have started wars over a woman's sweet tender slit! Remember 'The Face that Launched a Thousand Ships'? Don't kid yourself, Helen may have been beautiful beyond dreams, but it was the warm welcoming channel between her legs that was the downfall of Troy. For all of history and for all of eternity, that is the power that women hold over men-that is their great equalizer.

And that's why I love to eat pussy. Oh, sure I love to fuck, but that's the entrée. I am just as fascinated by the tasty appetizer. That's just as good, and that's what gets you to the entrée. Place a pretty woman's throbbing, glistening wet cunt in front of my mouth and I am tireless. And if she happens to dine on me at the same time I can do it for hours-really. As you might have guessed, eating all that pussy made me a pretty good cunny-licker.

I know there's no such word, but shouldn't there be. After all, fellatrix is the word for cocksucker, why shouldn't there be a comparable word for a person who studies and excels at the science of eating...pus-s-s-sy? Like I do.

Where is all of this going and where am I headed? For now I'm going to tell you the story of how I got started. I may tell more stories in the future, but for now this is the story of my teacher-Lydia Livingdoll. I mean stone-Livingstone.

Luscious Lydia, I used to call her in high school, but she never said more than hi to me. Not because she didn't want to, she eyed me all right. But like Big Brother, her All-State, quarterback boyfriend was always with her or watching his buxom, blonde haired blue eyed cheerleader. That changed when he went off to Notre Dame on an athletic scholarship and both Lydia and I, by chance, happened to attend Stanford.

 

 

 

Chapter One

To my everlasting surprise, on enrollment day, Lydia ran up and hugged me as if we were long lost friends. "Jimmy, what are you doing here?"

Out of habit, I looked around to make sure Lance Henningsworth wasn't leering at me. "I'm going to go to school here."

She bounced up and down on the balls of her tennies. "That's wonderful. Me too, isn't that a coincidence? Yours, is the first familiar face I've seen. You're a bit of home, which I already miss." She kissed me. "Thanks for going here."

"You're welcome. I'm very pleased to see you here too. What are you majoring in?"

I had no choice, as she grabbed my hand and took off. Swinging arms while we strolled as if we were going steady, she answered, "I'm not sure yet, so I haven't declared. I wanted to take something in fashion design and merchandising, but that doesn't seem to be one of Stanford's strong suits. What about you?"

I hated to answer, assuming she would find it boring. "Computer science."

Her eyebrows rose. "Good for you. I'll bet you'll be good at it." She whispered, "Of course from what I've seen you're good at everything you try."

I heard a growling noise. Lydia blushed and averted her beautiful baby blues.

I glanced at my watch. "It's two-thirty. I'm hungry. Have you eaten yet?"

She shook her head and smiled. "No, I'm hungry too."

Now, I dragged her. "C'mon, I'll buy you lunch at the cafeteria."

She picked a Caesars-salmon salad and a glass of iced tea. I took the pork chop special and a Dr Pepper.

I grinned from my good fortune. My dream girl was having lunch with me.

She tilted her head and smiled. "What's the matter?"

"Oh nothing. I was just thinking how great it is going to the same school with you, again."

"It is great and you know what?"

"No, what?" I was floating through the clouds, admiring Lydia's sexy T-shirt and jean clad body, but what she said next floored me.

She leaned forward, took my hand in hers, rubbed her thumb across my palm, and whispered, "And we shouldn't let it stop there. We should be dorm-mates."

After I got over the shock of Lydia's provocative proposal, I glanced around again to make sure Lance hadn't somehow made the journey from South Bend, Indiana to Palo Alto, California. "But Lydia, I'm a guy. It wouldn't look right."

"Others do it. They allow co-ed roommates here. And you're a friend. I'd rather room with you, my male friend, than some unknown, possible bitch I don't know."

I shook my head, again.

"No! You don't want to?" Apparently rejected she tried to rise.

As she tried to pull her hand away, I grasped it firmly. "I didn't say that. Please sit down."

She sat and waited, staring at me with narrowed eyes.

I ran my fingers through my hair. "Lydia, sweetheart, there's nobody in the entire universe I'd rather room with than you, but I don't want you to get a bad reputation."

Her features warmed. "Aw, that's sweet, Jimmy. There're over a hundred students taking advantage of the co-ed roommate policy, so you see, it wouldn't hurt a thing."