Sorority Party Cunnilingus

This is a continuation of my previous submission, "How I Became a Cunnilingus Addict," but can also be read as a stand-alone story. Enjoy!

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During my first semester at a small college, I met a fourth-year nursing student named Barbara who became my chemistry tutor and eventually my cunnilingus instructor. We were not what one might consider lovers, but I loved going down on her after every chemistry session, and any other time the opportunity presented itself, and she taught me everything I needed to know about pleasing a woman with my lips, tongue, and fingers.

Her tutelage, and my insatiable appetite for tasty female exudate straight from the source, turned me into a shameless and perpetually hungry cunnilingus addict! It got to a point where I could not even look at a woman without imagining the sexy panties she wore, and the mouth-watering treats therein! I was completely obsessed, but fortunately had Barbara, my mentor, ready and willing to help me satisfy my lustful cravings whenever they got to be too much of a distraction. Sometimes my tongue was deep inside of her before either of us even opened our chemistry books!

After several weeks of very exhilarating lessons at the college library and her sorority house, when she thought I was ready to branch out and use my newly-attained cunnilingus skills to enamor some of her classmates and friends, she commenced introducing me around, and my reputation, and the many legs I knelt between, began to spread rapidly.

A couple of the things I learned from those early sessions with Barbara carried over every time I had the pleasure of getting to know a woman intimately: The woman has to hold my head with one or both hands while I am performing my service, an act of dominance to contrast with my submission, and I get to keep her panties as a souvenir. Additionally, all of my clothes stay on, with very few exceptions; when I perform cunnilingus on a woman, it is all about the woman enjoying my attention, and the gratification I receive while tasting her orgasm is enough.

As I mentioned, there have been a few exceptions to my clothing rule, when the woman has insisted on returning the favor, or watching me take care of my own needs, and I find it difficult to refuse, especially after a woman has allowed me to get to know her so passionately. Some of the women coax me into eating my own load, after I have taken care of myself, and it turns me on to be able to provide even this pleasure to them. I feel no shame when it comes to satisfying the desires of libidinous women!

Several times during that first year of college, Barbara invited me to parties at her sorority house as a "special guest." She introduced me as her "Cunnilingus Slave," and offered my oral services, sans restriction, to any of her sorority sisters in need of attention.

The response was astounding!

A line would form outside of one of the bedrooms, where I would lick and suck them wherever they pleased and in a variety of positions, and many would return to the end of the line for additional sessions after I had swallowed their initial orgasm.

One might imagine I would grow tired after burying my face in fourteen or fifteen juicy vaginas, plus multiple repeats, but I never did, and always looked forward in extreme lustful anticipation to the next sorority party!

On one such occasion, a woman I had not met before entered my lair, bent over in front of my face, raised her skirt to reveal her beautiful and shapely backside, and asked me to please her from behind. She was wearing bright red thong panties, which I happily removed and added to my collection. It was the first time I tasted a woman in this position, but certainly not the last, and it proved to be challenging yet equally delightful! After she filled my mouth with her luscious orgasm, she begged me to spank her very hard for being such a naughty little nympho, and her backside was still red when she returned about an hour later for another servicing!

I mention her because she was actually the first to encourage me to take care of myself while she watched, after our second cunnilingus and spanking session, and I gladly gobbled down my handful of semen when she told me how much it would turn her on.

It turned me on too!

Unfortunately, I later found out she was the cousin of one of the sorority sisters, just visiting for the week-end, and I never saw her again after that one night. However, I strongly suspect she shared some of the personal details of our two encounters, because at subsequent sorority parties I was greeted with the backside view of several different co-eds wearing bright red thong panties, coaxed more than once into repeat performances of my self-stimulation and semen-swallowing feat, and exceeded my fair share of spankings given and received.

Coincidence? I think not!

But variety is truly the spice of life, even for a cunnilingus addict such as myself, and every woman I had the opportunity to service presented a unique and delicious challenge. Some of the co-eds asked me to lie on my back, then straddled my face as though riding a horse, thus giving me a tremendous opportunity to explore heretofore unknown areas of the always-exciting female anatomy with my greedy tongue and lips as they ground their slippery folds into my hungry mouth. Some lowered me to my knees and sat at the edge of the bed, legs spread wide as they pulled my face into their raging furnaces. And as I mentioned, several of the women bent over in front of my face and gave me a totally different vantage point.

I cannot really say which cunnilingus position was my favorite; any time a woman reached an orgasm in my mouth it turned me on equally, disregarding our pose, although I will never forget my very first semi-innocent foray into the world of feminine effluence, under the table in the library as Barbara sat on the edge of her chair, her hand directing my head between her legs.

Throughout my second and third years of college, I continued to provide service to many of these women, my reputation as a cunnilingus addict growing in direct proportion to my list of clienteles. And whether fresh from the shower or straight from the gym, I was only too eager to please every one of them in any way I could!

Then in my final year, I met a young woman who would become my wife and partner for life, a co-ed from a nearby all-female college who was as sexually depraved as me. I fell head-over-heels in love for the first time in my life, I think we both did, and all other bets were off. We are a good match for each other!

You can read more about our sexploits, both together and separately, in some of the other stories we have shared on Literotica under the nom de plume, "PapillonButterfly."

Check them out!