From: kloeffle@tuba.aix.calpoly.edu (Karl Robert Loeffler)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica
Subject: Hermaphroditiphilia

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			Hermaphroditiphilia
			     
			      Part 1

     I don't know why I first became so fascinated with male genitalia.
I guess it must have been in about fifth grade.  I was masturbating
every night, but never actually coming.  I remember the first time I
masturbated.  I was almost asleep, when an image of my sister's naked
Barbie Doll came unbidden to my mind.  I started playing with my penis.
I didn't even know why I was doing it.  I can remember thinking that my
penis was pulsing in time with my heartbeat, which I thought must mean
that I was in love with Barbie.  After that I played with my
pre-pubescent dick every night.
     About the time I hit puberty, I had my first sex education class.
Now at last I found out the connection between Barbie and my pulsing
penis.  I also found out about ejaculation, which I was very eager to
try out.  I masturbated with vigor now, trying to make a "sticky white
fluid" come out of the tip of my penis.  Finally, one day, I was
rewarded with the best feeling I ever had.  Cum shot out of my little
dick and landed on my chest.  I think that to this day I have never had
a more spectacular ejaculation.
     At first I could only masturbate to orgasm about a quarter of the
time.  Soon however, I was coming every time I jacked off.  My favorite
place to masturbate was in the shower, because it was the least messy
way to do it.  One day I had just ejaculated into my hand.  The cum
smelled like a Me-n-Ed's pizza with mushrooms and olives.  This image in
my head caused a strange idea to occur: what would my cum taste like?
     I touched the little pool of cum with the tip of my tongue.  It was
warm and gooey, but it didn't taste like much of anything.  I gulped,
readied myself, and slurped the whole load into my mouth.  It was pretty
disgusting.  I knew that some people got off on eating cum, but I
couldn't figure out why.  "You would have to be sick to like this
stuff," I thought.
     That night I had a dream.  I was sucking on a lolly pop and it
suddenly turned into a big dick.  In my dream, I sucked very vigorously
on the penis.  I don't know how the dream ended.  I just know that after
that, I had a fantasy to suck dick.
     I started trying to suck my own dick.  I tried in every position
imaginable.  I would stretch my dick out as far as possible, stick out
my tongue, even stand on my head against a wall to try to get my dick in
my mouth.  Finally, one day, it worked.
     I was sitting on the toilet.  I had just finished eliminating my
bowels and I was going to take a shower.  I looked down and saw that I
was getting a hard-on.  Somehow the thought popped into my head that if
I squatted on the toilet seat I might be able to reach my dick.  I did
this, and sure enough, by sticking my tongue out as far as I could, I
could reach the tip of my dick.  It was a very uncomfortable position,
so I didn't stay in it for very long, but this incident did give me
renewed hope.
     I was getting bigger every day, and my penis was increasing in size
proportionally to my body.  Soon I was able to simply bend over and
touch the head with my lips.  I wasn't able to get the thing actually
inside my mouth, however.
     When I was about 15, I guess the ratio between dick size and body
size must have been just about perfect.  I was about six feet tall,
weighed about 180, and my dick was over eight inches long.  I was
usually able to get the head of my dick just inside my lips.  I could
play the tip of my tongue inside my peephole for a very pleasing effect,
but this was very tiring, so I would eventually have to succumb to
manual rather than oral stimulation.  My dick had to be semi hard for
the oral stuff to offer any pleasure, but if it was too hard, I wasn't
able to stretch it out to the required length to reach my mouth.
     One day I was in the shower, running my slick, soapy hands over my
nipples until they were erect.  I was thinking about Claudia, a girl in
my English class who had the biggest and nicest tits in the whole
school.  I realized that my dick was the hardest and longest it had ever
been.  I got out the ruler I had hidden in the bathroom closet and
measured my dick at nine and a half inches.  I knew I was gonna get some
this time!
     Massaging my dick with my hand, I slid down onto the shower floor.
I put my feet up on the wall and spread my thighs.  My dick was pointing
straight at my mouth.  Slowly I bent at the waist until the head of my
cock came in contact with my lips.  I slipped my lips around the purple,
throbbing head and sucked.  Then I drew back in amazement.  This was the
first time I had ever managed to get my dick actually into my mouth!
     I slurped my dick back into my mouth, and this time kept my lips
traveling until they were about half way down my shaft.  I started
fucking my own face, just like I'd fantasized so many times.  I pulled
my dick almost out of my mouth, so that my lips just brushed the rim of
the head, and then I thrust my dick back into my mouth as far as I
could.  I got a little deeper each time I thrust.  Eventually I had
worked it so the head of my cock was actually inside my throat.  Then I
stopped pulling out so far.  I just kept the thrusts to small ones
totally within my throat, my lips locked tight on the shaft.
     As the first hot drops of cum tickled the back of my throat, I
pulled out until the head of my cock was just inside my lips.  The cum
shot out of my dick, filling my mouth and spilling out the sides.  I
swallowed as much of it as I could, but a lot of it washed away in the
spray of the shower.  I lay curled up on the shower floor for quite some
time.  Finally I stood up and rinsed out my mouth.  The sweet salty
taste of my cum did not want to leave.  Even after I brushed my teeth, I
could still taste myself.
     

		       Hermaphroditiphilia

			     Part 2


     No matter how hard I tried I was never able to duplicate
auto-fellatio again.  I was able to get the tip of my dick to my
lips a few more times, but I was getting taller and less limber
as I grew.  Pretty soon I wasn't even able to touch the tip of my
tongue to the head of my cock.
     I didn't stop having dick-sucking fantasies.  I never
fantasized about men.  I wasn't gay; I definitely only wanted
women in my life.  I only fantasized about male genitalia.  If I
could find a hermaphrodite, I would be happy.  I fantasized about
what she would look like: tall, busty, red hair, and a big floppy
cock sticking out over a tight cunt.  This fantasy kept my fist
busy for a long time.
     I didn't have many dates in high school.  I wanted this
ideal girl, even if she didn't have a cock, and there just wasn't
anybody around who fit the bill.  I figured I would meet my match
once I got to college.
     My freshman year at the California Pantechnological
Institute, I lived in the Yosemite Dormitories.  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 wasn't a
redhead, but she did have long, naturally curly blonde hair.  She
was a transfer student so she was a couple years older than me; 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.  I 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, dear."
     "Put the book down, Kay," she said.  I laid the book down,
and she continued, "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 f-fucking 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 four inches long."
     I was getting a hard-on from her description of her clit.
If I couldn't have a real hermaphrodite, this would seem to be
the next best thing.
     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 my clit.  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 my body.  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 stimulate me orally and manually, 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 `til 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 my clit.  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."
     "Yeah, 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 lying 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 reading "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 any more, 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 any more.
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 any more.  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 every day 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.
She was very good at it, and before I even knew what was going
on, I was spurting my cream into her mouth.


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