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The early adventures of Tracy and Jeannie

INTRODUCTION

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.

CHAPTER ONE

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".

Anyway, on this night, we were in rare form even for us!

It was a hell of a way to start an evening with the boys, Jeannie and me sitting in our underwear, on the floor of my bedroom, leaning against my bed and talking about hard cocks and wet pussies, and all in all just working ourselves into a erotic frenzy.

Both Jeannie and I were technically still virgins. I'll explain more about the "technical" part later. Suffice it to say, we'd lost our cherries, but had never had a cock in our pussies. Not a real one anyway. We had no problem with that, because we were busy exploring all the other avenues available.

Neither one of us had done more than jerk our boyfriend's off, and more often than not, that was through their pants!

We would "allow" the guys to open our blouses and play with our tits, or slide a hand under our dresses and feel our willing pussies, and by that time, they'd be so hot they would just come in their pants.

At that time, we didn't know what we were missing! But all that was soon to change.

The first time I unzipped Ted's pants and brought his hard cock into the open, he was coming before I could even start to jerk him off! It was still a pretty hot experience for both of us though. My hand, and the front of Ted's pants were covered with come! We had to swing by his house so that he could change his clothes 'cause it was only 8:30 on a Saturday night!

I had only come once from Ted's fingers in all our time together, but it didn't really matter at that time. I loved the feel of his hard cock in my hand and I'd come close to orgasm just pumping him until he came.

I was so used to masturbating myself to orgasm in my bed at night, and I enjoyed that so much, the my experiences with Ted were just frosting on the cake. He got me so hot just by making out with him. His hands on my tits, or his fingers rubbing my pussy just warmed me up for later. If he didn't make me come, I'd simply take matters into my own hands when I got home.

I loved sex. I loved talking about it with Jeannie, I loved playing with myself and the wonderful feeling of making myself come on my fingers, and I was starting to discover that I loved sex with boys.

At any rate, tonight was Friday and Jeannie was in exceptional form. She'd come over to my house last night and we'd spent the night talking and watching a couple of X-rated movies in my room.

She had "liberated" them from her parents collection which she did every so often. She also brought some beer to celebrate my move into adulthood at midnight. We didn't get to sleep until close to three o'clock.

After we woke up we spent the first part of the day lying in the sun by the pool talking about school and summer and whatever.

Naturally, as it always did, our conversation soon drifted to Ted and Al.

We were in the middle of putting on our suits when Jeannie started talking about her last encounter with Al, at school no less!

Jeannie and Al both had to attend summer school to catch up on missed work. They were both a little pissed off about it because after you turn eighteen, the whole high school thing seems like it should be for kids. Hey, we were adults! Trouble was, the school board didn't see it that way.

They accepted their fate though, because it was only three days a week, and the teachers were a lot more lax than during the normal school year. Plus it was only five hours, with a one hour lunch period!

They'd been making out in back of the gym during the whole lunch period on Wednesday. Jeannie told me that Al was getting her exceptionally hot that day.

"We were lying on the lawn that runs between the gym and the parking lot. I was rubbing Al's prick through his jeans, and he was holding my tits, one in each hand, through my blouse."

I handed Jeannie a beer and grabbed the cooler. We walked over to our pool chairs as she continued. I knew this was gonna be good! "Anyway, he started to unbutton my blouse, and by the time I reacted to where we were, he'd undone the top five buttons!"

Jeannie's eyes were smoky as she relived the moment. Mine were wide with lustful interest. "And then," I said, prodding her on.

"Oh, yeah," Jeannie looked at me with a smile. "Then, he put his hand inside my blouse. Geez, Trace, it felt sooo fucking hot. He'd move his fingers into my bra and pinch my nipple and – ohhhh my!" Her hand reached up to her breast, following the memory.

I hit her to get her to stop daydreaming and go on with her story.

"Okay anyhow, I was stroking his cock through his pants. I know that he wanted me to take it out, but… Hell we were on the school lawn!" We both cracked up at that.

"His fingers were getting me soooo hot, though. And his cock felt soooo hard! While he was playing with my tits, he moved his other hand down until he was rubbing my pussy through my skirt! It was too much!"

I figured what the hell, and moved my hand up to undo Al's belt. He jerked when he realized what I was after, and moaned into my mouth.

"I got his belt out of the way, and unbuttoned the top of his jeans."

"I could feel his cock jumping in anticipation under my arm, as I slowly worked his zipper down. Al was going crazy! When I got it all the way down his cock just jumped into my hand! Sometimes he doesn't wear underwear, and this was one of those days. I started wishing that I hadn't either! His hand kept rubbing my pussy, though and it was my turn to moan. He's got such great hands, Trace."

"Anyway, his cock was hard as a rock and HOT! As I squeezed it and pulled his skin down, he started to leak that slippery pre-come stuff. I kept stroking him, and my hand was covered with the stuff! It was like mazola oil or something! My hand just glided over his cock, up and down up and down." Jeannie's eyes closed again, and her hand was rhythmicly squeezing her left breast. I was getting hot myself, and brought a hand up to my tit, following her lead.

Her eyes opened to slits and she stared at my moving hand.

"I came this close." She held up her finger and thumb. "This fucking close to coming on his hand, Trace. And I would have, if I didn't hear Mr. Kelscher yelling for us!"

Jeannie laughed as I sat up straight in my chair!

"Kelscher!" I shouted. "What did you guys do?"

"Well, he couldn't see us, 'cause we were around the corner from him, so he got tired of yelling for us, and went back in. But we noticed that we were ten minutes late for his class too!"

"Miss a class, buy a week," I said, remembering the rule of summer school. "Bummer," I groaned.

"Bummer is right! So, I'm scrambling, trying to get my blouse buttoned, and my hair back together, cause I figured I could sweet talk Kelscher into 'forgetting'." I smiled, remembering how Kelscher would get red faced whenever Jeannie or I would "flirt" with him.

"So," Jeannie went on, "I'm reasonably presentable, and I look over, and Al." She broke up again. "Al was trying so hard to get this monstrous hard-on back into his pants!" Her smile faltered as she remembered. "I knew he'd never do it, so I had to help him!"

Her eyes got that lusty look again, and her voice was dreamy when she continued.

"I walked over to him, and told him to lie back down on the grass. When I kissed him, I covered the hand that was holding his cock, and started to stroke it real slow, while bending my knees to join him."

"I smiled at him as I started to jerk him off faster. I told him that he'd better come quick if he didn't want an extra week of school, but he knew I was kidding by my grin. I was so hot jerking him off there! I did want to get to class, yes, but more than that, I wanted so bad to see him shoot!"

Jeannie and I both had our hands in our laps, rubbing our pussies through our suits as she continued. "Anyhow, I knew he was close; he was starting to gasp, and fuck my hand, so I jerked him as fast as I could, squeezing the head just as he likes it, and staring at the tip of his cock, waiting for the first spray."

Jeannie's hand was moving faster between her legs, and I joined her tempo. I could almost feel Al's cock getting ready to explode!! She brought her right hand up to her heaving chest, leaving her left in her lap. She closed her eyes, and tilted her head back in the chair as she went on.

"Al said to watch out for his shirt, so I had to cup my right hand under his cockhead as I stroked. I was going crazy for him to fill my hand! And then he did just that!!"

My own hand was a blur, now as I thought of Jeannie jerking Al off. I slipped my hand into the front of my suit bottom, and pressed a finger between my pussy lips.

"He groaned real deep in his throat, and started to come in my hand. Tracy, it was the hottest thing I'd ever felt! Actually his first shot went up and over his shoulder, and some landed on his shirt, but the rest of it I was ready for. I kept pumping him as he came and cupped my hand to catch it as it flew from his cock."

"Al was fucking my hand and moaning out loud as I jerked him, and I was grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't believe I was jerking him off on the school lawn!"

"His come was so fucking hot!"