1 in 4 is pretty normal to me

Paula

May 10, 2008

When I was around 12, my girlfriends, Sherry, Lisa and I, began comparing ourselves.  It didn't start out as being anything sexual, more of a curiosity one night on a slumber party.  We had all seen each other naked so it didn't start out as a big deal.  After a bit we spread our legs for each other to compare.  My lips were clearly the biggest but Sherry had pretty big lips as well.  We talked about the difference but since my breasts were already developing we just figured that the lips were like breasts and would eventually grow, too.  We did this a lot.  All the way through high school.  At first it was just comparing pussies but as time went on we compared breasts, hair, and as we learned more about sex, began experimenting with each other.  We did this whether it was all three of us or just two.  We had seen a magazine that showed a guy going down on a girl and decided to try that too.  We touched, licked, kissed, and eventually masturbated each other.  Lisa lost her virginity first and after she did, we actually looked to see if she was any different.  When we started oral sex on each other I knew instantly that I like Sherry's lips better and wondered if Lisa did, too.  One time I was out with Sherry and when we played around she told me that she always liked eating me more because of my size and asked what I felt about it.  I told her I felt the same way but didn't want to say anything to Lisa since she was still so small.  As we grew older, I think my lips continued to grow but Lisa's always stayed so small.  The last time we compared, there was a huge difference.

After high school, I only saw Sherry a few times and never saw Lisa.  I was only with guys after that so except for a couple of times when Sherry and I met up at the beach, I never saw another woman naked.  Every guy I was with would eventually tell me that they loved eating my big lips.  I would ask them about the other girls  size and most would say mine were the biggest but occasionally some would tell me others were bigger.  I always had to know whose were bigger and one time it was a pretty close friend.  He said she was really self conscious about her size.  I was just dying to see her but while it was easy for me to do that with my two high school friends, I never could do it with any other girls.  When I asked how many girls had big lips I got different numbers but some guys said it was around 1 in 4.  I never felt bad about it.

One night I asked my husband why he didn't go down on me often and he finally admitted that he found my lips gross.  He said every other girls  lips were tiny compared to mine and most of the women he had seen in magazines were small, too.  He said I should consider having plastic surgery there.  I was hurt and crushed.  I always loved being eaten and always wanted him to do that but now I knew.  I guess that was why he never was that good at it.  I actually considered the surgery for a while.  I still haven't gotten over the hurt.

Well, I finally had an affair with a co-worker.  We had been friends for some time and on one business trip, things just happened.  The next thing we knew we were in my room kissing and tearing our clothes off.  When he whispered that he was dying to eat me, I froze up.  What if he felt the same way?  He asked me what was wrong and I eventually told him that I was really large and embarrassed by that.  He said that turned him on and when I told him my husband was grossed out by them he said he always loved eating big lips.  He ate me like I had never been eaten before.  I loved it all.  God, he was good.  He said his wife had two little tiny lips and virtually no clit.  All he could do was lick her.  He loved being able to suck.  We have met up many times since and I've even let him take a few pictures of my pussy.  I justify the affair because my husband is the way he is about this and I have needs that only Tim can meet.  Neither of us will leave our families but as long as we can meet this way we both satisfy our needs and I don't feel like some sort of freak of nature.  It was meeting Tim and all my experiences with him that convinced me not to have the surgery.

Obviously, my husband's comments hurt me terribly and I feel like I have to look at other women online just to see that I'm not too far off from the average woman.  1 in 4 is almost average if you ask me and most men seem to like it.

Dear Paula,

..or should I say "Paul"? Nice story but not very believable. It seems very contrived. There are a few exaggerations and inconsistencies, but more importantly it sounds like it's coming from the brain of a man. I can't prove it of course. Still, women don't write like this. Your story is too descriptive, too narrative. It doesn’t have the feel that women put in their writing.

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