Unknown - The early adventures of Tracy and Jeannie

I should start by giving you a little background. My name is Tracy. "Trace" to my friends. My last name doesn't matter and besides, I couldn't take all the phone calls. Believe it or not, the story you are about to read is true. You could find me in the phone book, and to be perfectly honest, I probably wouldn't mind if a few of you did call, but I couldn't handle you all.

I've wanted to tell my story for years. Not because it's so unusual, although it has it's "unusual" moments, but because it's important to me to explain why I can be such a slut. Why I love the feel of hot come spraying over my body. Why I love to drink as much come as is available, until I'm covered inside and out with the sticky, sweet juice of love.

When my husband joined the rowdy crowd at Nix-Pix and began to write about our exploits, I got excited reading about and reliving some of the things we've done in the years past. But there was something lacking.

I figured I'd better get my own licks in (so to speak) so I called my best friend Jeannie and together we spent many nights reminiscing about our youth. I have to give her a lot of the credit for helping me remember.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy these memories as much as I enjoyed remembering them.

It's a therapy kind of thing.

Plus, it gets me hot to think about what I've done in my "formative" years.

Because, starting in my eighteenth year, my life involved a lot of sucking and fucking and I lived it in graphic detail!

You'll have to bear with me a little bit while I write this, because, as I'm typing, the memories of Ted, who was my first real sexual partner, and Jeannie, my best friend (still), and I guess my really truly first sexual partner, are flooding back into my brain like a tidal wave. They say that the first sex a human experiences is often the most erotic, and that's certainly the truth in my case!

I'm thirty three years old now, and I still think back at my college school years as some of the most exciting sexual times of my life. Remembering the first time my boyfriend filled my mouth with his come makes me start to salivate like Mr. Pavlov's best friend.

And, even now, my favorite, most exciting thing to do with a man is to lick and suck his hard cock, swallowing it into my throat and making him fuck my mouth until he comes on my tongue.

To help you get a mental picture, I'm five-feet-four inches tall, my hair is auburn and curly, and my eyes are dark hazel. I've always been on the slender side, and I've been blessed with long legs and breasts which measure a firm 34-C. My overall measurements are 34-24-33. Mark says my lips are one of my best features. "Bee-stung," he calls them. They're full and pouty and love to be washed with semen.

My physical attributes had always been "helpful" to me, but it was when I got to college that I learned the value of attitude and the power of the more subtle approaches. As I got older, I discovered that I could make a man hotter by using my eyes and words than I could with my hand in his pants.

Well, okay, maybe not hotter, but I could make him as hot with my eyes!

My story starts about the time when my best friend Jeannie and I were discovering the value of our hands and tongues.

It was just after graduation when Jeannie and I took the big step into "real" sex. I guess that's as good a place as any to start "The Telling".

Sucking Ted's cock was the first "real" sex act that I shared with a boy, and I guess that's why it's stuck as my favorite. I'd jerked Ted off a bunch of times, but that was usually in a darkened spot like a car or at the movies. His (and mine) first blow job started my travels onto the lust road and what a wonderful trip it's been!

It was the end of June, about three weeks after Jeannie and I graduated from high school. Jeannie had gone through the last eight years of schooling with me and she was my absolute best friend in the world. We had celebrated her eighteenth birthday a month ago, and had spent the day drinking beers and mildly partying, celebrating my "almost" birthday.

She and I were getting ready to go out on a wonderfully warm Friday evening with Ted and Al. We were going to a double feature at the theater, but I knew that was just the preliminaries. Eventually, we'd end up parked in Ted's van somewhere, or maybe even take a ride to the "Lake", Ted's uncle's vacation place outside of town. I knew that Ted was planning something special for my birthday, and I hoped it was that.

Jeannie and I had worked ourselves into a bit of a sexual lather before the guys picked us up by talking about our respective boyfriends, and fantasizing out loud what we'd like to do to them, or what we'd like them to do to us if we only dared.

Usually this was just comical bantering, more of a "gross you out" kind of thing like had happened earlier. Jeannie and I were in my bedroom, trying to figure out what to wear, and had been talking about the guys for about half an hour. We both had a little buzz on from the beer.

We had started out by talking about how they kissed and it had evolved into something totally sexual.

The conversation kept getting more and more erotic until we were talking in whispered pornographic detail about how the boys cocks felt in their pants, and how they'd probably feel when they shot their come, and how their hands felt on our tits or how wet we got when their fingers played with our pussies.

"Oh, yeah, well I'd like to jerk them BOTH off! At the same time!!" Jeannie whispered with a giggle.

"Yeah? Well, I'd like to jerk them both of and have them come in my hands so I could let it run through my fingers!" I was trying to top Jeannie and urge her on at the same time.

"Uh huh, well, if I did it, I'd like to have them both come in my mouth, like Ginger Lynn did to Peter North! Oooohhhh."

Jeannie's eyes closed when she said that, remembering the porno movie she and I had watched in my room last night.

Neither one of us had come close to doing half of the stuff we were talking about, but usually the talking hit some subconscious desires and brought them to the surface.

Both of us knew when this happened to the other, and we'd stop the "game" and talk about it. Some nights we'd get so fucking hot just by talking that we'd end up fingering ourselves into a state of blissful orgasm.

Jeannie and I hid nothing from each other. Absolutely nothing.

When Jeannie came out with the "come in my mouth" line, we both stopped cold and looked at each other.

Then we burst into gales of nervous laughter! Jeannie had touched a nerve for both of us. A hidden fantasy coming to the surface.

Too bad we didn't have time to delve into this one a little deeper!

"You win!!" I laughed as she hugged me. We both had tears rolling down our faces. "I don't think I can beat that tonight, Jeannie! Give me a couple of hours to think about it!"

"Hey," Jeannie panted, "I told you we shouldn't have watched that movie! Now I'm all wet and sweaty, and the guys are gonna be here any minute. Thanks a lot buddy!"

"Oh, sure," I replied, throwing Jeannie her blouse, "Blame it on me. You're the one who kept rewinding that Peter North scene!"

This was a game we had played for years, only lately it was getting a little more serious… as our limited experience grew.

Jeannie and I had both had a long time interest in sex. We loved to stay up late at night and fantasize about our "Prince Charmings". I guess other girls were dreaming of castles and white horses, Jeannie and I would fantasize about hard cocks and erotic adventures. It was all perfectly normal for us, and we thought it was a lot more exciting than witches and dwarves and happily ever afters. We had our own interpretation of "happily ever after".