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 measurments 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.

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