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We went out for much of the following year. It was nothing specific, but I was getting antsy. I needed a little variety. We broke up.

By the Spring, I was dating again; much like I was freshmen year. What I am saying is that my pussy interacted with numerous cocks. My mouth interacted with numerous cocks. Sadly, my pussy didn't have many satisfactory interactions with guys' tongue. Those were few and far between.

Just a few weeks before the end of the term, I met Greg. His cock was average, but he was a good fuck. I liked sucking his cock, and best of all Greg loved to eat my pussy. Better than that, he knew how to use his tongue on my clitoris. That wasn't a first with all the guys I dated, but it was rare.

After my orgasm, Greg would let me enjoy the moment. He'd say, "Dory, your pussy tastes so good." He'd just kiss it all over: from my pubic bone to down near my asshole. Greg would suck on my fat, puffy pussy lips.

Like I said, I thought they looked ugly, but when Greg's tongue was making love to my pussy, I was beside myself.

On the spur of the moment, I decided I'd stay in Chapel Hill and take classes all summer. I did take classes; it wasn't coincidental that Greg lived in nearby Chapel Hill. We saw each other almost every day. I was on my back or my knees almost every day.

To my delight, Greg ate my pussy almost every day.

I noticed it late in the summer. I was busy sucking his cock. Momentarily I took it out. "Greg, I swear your cock has gotten bigger. Not that I was complaining. There's more to suck."

"Maybe, I don't know."

"I thought I felt it when we were fucking last night, too."

Sadly, like many college romances it ended as summer ended.

As you know, I'm not the kind of girl that can go without for too long.

For a few weeks, I had a different guy in my bed almost every night. None were great, all had cocks. Few knew where they were supposed to put their tongues.

Then it happened. I was sitting in the Student Center having coffee when Professor Anthony Germano came over to me. "Ms. Hanrahan?"

"Yes."

"I thought it was you."

"Hello, Professor."

"May I join you?"

"Sure."

I thought it was unusual, but I didn't mind the company. He'd been my Accounting instructor in summer school.

I thought it would be just a nothing conversation. It wasn't. "Ms. Hanrahan, this may seem unusual for someone in my position and my age, but I find you extremely attractive. Would you have dinner with me?"

Yes, it was unusual. Professor Germano had to be close to fifty. I ‘d turned twenty at the beginning of summer. "Ummmm, Professor I'm flattered, but . . ."

"It's just dinner."

I looked at him. Short, balding, a bit of a belly. He didn't seem to have a lot going for him. He did have a sense of humor. Somehow he'd made Accounting interesting. "I guess if it's just dinner, it'd be

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