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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".

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!"

Jeannie threw her head back as she started to come on her finger. Geez, I loved this girl!! We were like peas in a pod, with not a shred of selfconciousness between us. Watching my best friend coming on her hand, I slowly inserted a finger into my soaking wet pussy. I'd only slid it halfway in when the tingling of my own orgasm started to overtake me.

Jeannie was watching my hand as her orgasm subsided.

The feel of his cock, the heat of his come in her hand, she was reliving each moment as she described it to me.

"The best part happened after he came, Trace. I tried something else!"

I sat up and gave Jeannie my full attention, but kept my finger busy on my clit. I knew she'd been working up the nerve to tell me something new!! "What? Tell me!!" I panted.

"After he came in my hand," she whispered, with a lustful look in her eye, "I brought my hand up to my face and licked his come off my palm!" She was breathing intensely now. And I have to admit, so was I. My left hand was fucking two fingers into my pussy now, and my legs were spread wide in front of my friend. She had pushed her bikini top away from her breasts and was cupping and squeezing her naked tits as she jerked herself off. Her eyes were shut, and her tongue was making frantic circles around her lips as she recalled the taste of Al's come.

"God, Jeannie," I panted. "What was it like? What did it taste like?" I was amazed that she had gone so far "without me". I guess I was a little envious. But hot at the same time!

"It was strange at first," Jeannie continued with an excited grin. "But, as I got used to the texture and the taste, I decided I could grow to like it!" She laughed when she said this, and it kind of broke the sexual tension we were both feeling.

Her gaze dropped to the hand in my lap, then back to my eyes.

"It gets me wet, too, when I think about it. It was so hot, Trace! I felt like such a slut when I was eating his come! But a good feeling, you know?"

I nodded dumbly, wondering how Ted's come would taste and actually, though I didn't say this to Jeannie, I wondered for a moment, how Al's come would taste, and if there would be any difference.

I continued to slide my fingers in and out of my pussy. My orgasm was a long, slow, lingering one.

"And, you know, the best part of it, was when Al leaned over and kissed me. He stuck his tongue deep into my mouth and let me know with his kiss that he loved what I'd done."

Her eyes took on a faraway look.

"I've heard so many guys," Jeannie continued, "talk about how girls who suck cock, or eat come are dirty and are sluts and whatever, but it's a pretty important thing to them at the same time. I think it's cause they've never had it done to them and can't admit their inexperience." She was trying to sound wise and knowing and it worked, as far as I was concerned.

She looked over at me. "But I'll tell you, Trace. It felt so fucking good to lick it! Al just about fell over when I did it and that feeling of power just washed over me. And the bottom line? Al didn't think I was dirty, or a slut or anything. The look of love in his eyes made me week in the knees. And when he kissed me, and tasted his own come from my tongue! I wanted to do it again, right there! I'm the one who felt slutty! And I loved it!"

I was so hot I couldn't take anymore. I groaned and leaned back into my chair. With one hand I pulled my bikini bottom to the side, and with the other returned my two fingers to my warm slit. I looked at Jeannie as I slid them deeply into my pussy and started to fuck them in and out quickly. Then I moved my right hand back to my chest, and copied Jeannie's earlier move. I pushed my bra out of the way and exposed my naked tits to the sun.

I was coming powerfully now and watched Jeannie as she followed my lead. I know we were both visualizing her jerking Al off, and licking his come from her hand. Her fingers were a blur as she came along with me. We were gazing into each others eyes as we both reached crashing, intense orgasms.

I shut my eyes and drifted off, thinking of hard cocks.

We sat there silently for about five minutes, lazily rubbing our pussies and thinking about Jeannie's experience.

It was four o'clock, and we reluctantly left the pool to get ready for Ted and Al. I say reluctantly only because I was enjoying the lazy feeling of just hanging out. After overcoming the inertia, Jeannie and I both started to get excited about our dates this evening. I was shivering with anticipation!

After jumping up and hugging each other closely, we scrambled to get showered, and pick out our outfits for the evening. We both had a feeling that this was going to be a night to remember.

We would not be disappointed.

On the way to the theater, we talked about the usual things like summer vacation, and the movie we were going to see, but my thought were racing a mile a minute. And I was looking at Al with a new recognition.

I couldn't get Jeannie's story out of my head. I knew that a step into the unknown was once again in order. I couldn't let Jeannie pass me by too much. I'd never hear the end of it from her!!

When we got into the theater, I made sure that the two guys were sitting side by side with Jeannie and I acting as bookends. I think I wanted to keep an eye on Jeannie, and make sure she didn't pull another "fast one" on me.

It was about seven thirty, and we were in the middle of some God awful "horror" movie that involved too many Japanese people and too many rubber monsters.

I was still thinking about Jeannie's hot story. For that reason, and because it was Friday night and I was with Ted, my steady boyfriend of the last year or so, my mind was not on the movie. Although both Ted and I appeared to be engrossed in the film, our hands were getting quietly active underneath our strategically placed coats.

Ted's hand was gently rubbing my thigh, and I was returning the favor. I could tell by his breathing that just this simple act was turning him on. The mind is an incredible aphrodisiac when your young. Well, I guess it always is, but especially in high school before you've really tried anything.

Anyway, each time I'd move my hand a little higher up Ted's thigh, his breathing would increase. It was a wonderful feeling of power.

I moved my hand further up Ted's thigh until I felt the soft bulge of his balls. I stopped there to catch my breath. I just slowly rubbed the back of my hand against his ball sack. I knew his cock was hard as a rock by now, but I wanted to pace myself. Ted had a tendency to get pretty nervous and self-conscious when we'd play in crowds, and I didn't want to upset him. I wanted him to enjoy this.

Ted's arm moved over my shoulder, and he hugged me closer. I willingly moved into his arms and moved my hand a little bit higher between his legs. Now I could use my little finger to gently rub his balls and he groaned his appreciation. "Sometimes the subtle approach IS best," I thought with a smile.

I loved to tease Ted and he loved to be teased. Sometimes he'd get so hot with my teasing that he'd literally beg me to jerk him off!

Sometimes I'd do it, and sometimes I'd make him wait for a day. He got REAL attentive to me if he was into the next day. And he knew that I'd always jerk him off in that situation, so that made him even HOTTER! He knew that I loved to make him come off with my hand, he just never knew when! Ted was wonderful.

His hand found its way to the top of my breast and he started to lazily circle it through my blouse and bra. I wished at that moment that I'd "forgotten" my bra, cause that would have been a great surprise for Ted's fingers. "Ah, well," I thought.

I moaned softly as his hand continued to caress my tit. Ted had wonderfully talented hands.

I reached over and taking his hand in mine, pulled it into my breast and squeezed. Then releasing his hand, I moved to the buttons on my blouse.

I looked into his eyes as I moved my hand further up to cradle his balls in the palm of my hand. We were both getting hot now, and I wanted more.

With my other hand, I quickly unbuttoned three buttons on my blouse. I'd already neglected to button the top three, so my blouse now was open almost to my waist. I felt so sexy as I was doing this. I could feel my pussy getting wet.

He couldn't see me doing this because of my jacket, but I knew his imagination was working overtime. He could fell my hand working beside his, and couldn't wait to move his in! I covered his hand in mine again, and pulled his hand back to cover my half naked tits.

I could feel Ted's cock jump against the underside of my wrist as I exposed my tits to his hand. I'd never been this bold with him and he was going crazy with excitement.

Not missing a beat, he moved into the front of my blouse, covering one breast and then the other with his large hand. His breathing was coming in short gasps, and a sweat was breaking out on his forehead. He slid his hand under my bra, cupping my whole naked breast, then searching for and finding my hardened nipple.

It was my turn to moan. His gentle pinching of my sensitive nipple between his fingers, as he cupped and squeezed my breast was driving me crazy with lust. "God, I love this," I thought.

As Ted continued to drive my crazy under my coat, I moved my hand further under HIS coat and finally felt the long hard shaft of his cock under my fingers. He groaned and pumped his cock up into my hand. I pressed down hard as he did this and he moaned again.

I started to stroke his hard cock with my hand, pausing once in a while to reach down and fondle his full balls.

All the while we were playing, our faces were staring blankly at the movie screen. We didn't want to be too obvious. And it was doubly exciting trying to maintain my composure while Ted's hands worked their magic on my tits.

Ted was going nuts, and so was I! We'd never really gone this far in the theater before, but tonight I really didn't care! I was loving the feel of his warm hand on my naked tit, and I loved the feel of his hard cock under my hand.

Ted was getting hotter and bolder as he pushed his hand outward and down, pulling my breast out of it's confinement as he did this. He moved to his left and reaching gently into that cup, did the same thing with my other tit! Then his hands moved from one breast to the other, back and forth, and back and forth.

On each pass, he'd run my nipples through his fingers like a baseball card through the spokes of a bicycle wheel! I was starting to lose it! I stroked his cock with a fervor as he played with my breasts.

The thought of my tits being naked and exposed in the middle of a crowded theater was making pussy tingle with wetness. Even if we were covered with our coats, the mere thought of this kind of public sex was marvelously erotic. I think Ted was enjoying it too.

To make sure Ted was enjoying it, and to continue my own developing fantasy, I reached up to the button of his pants, and hooked one finger over his waistband. Then I turned to look at his face.

Ted jumped and looked at me with wild eyes. He knew what my motions were suggesting and couldn't believe it!

I just kind of raised my eyebrows and smiled and proceeded to "pop" the button. I was glad he hadn't worn a belt, because the buckles were so noisy, and I was glad he was wearing "Dockers". Not only did they look good on him, but they were loose fitting and easier to "play with".

I gave Ted a comical, open mouthed, "OHMYGOSH!" look, and then grasped the tab of his zipper between my thumb and forefinger and pulled.

When the zipper tab reached the bottom, I moved my hand back to cover his cock with my palm. His jacket was blocking my view, but I accepted that because without it I wouldn't be able to do anything this brazen in a theater. And just the feel of his hardness, even through his underwear, was enough to make me weak.

Ted's hands were working wonders on my tits. He pulled me close and kissed my lips passionately, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I nibbled his tongue, and sucked on it like I was sucking on a cock.

I'd never actually sucked Ted's cock, but Jeannie and I had seen plenty of X-rated porno tapes from her parent's collection, and I was seriously thinking that tonight just might be the night! Especially after Jeannie's description of licking Al's come off her hand. I was getting hotter with every thrust of Ted's tongue!

As he drew me close to him, Ted brought his other hand up to my chest. Now I had two hot hands on my tits. Each with their own toy to play with! I was delirious with the feeling.

I made use of the opportunity of our closeness to bring my other hand over into Ted's lap. Keeping one hand on his deliciously hard prick, I used my other hand to reach deeply into his pants and cup his balls. Then, spreading his zipper flaps apart, I pulled his briefs out and down just like he'd done with my bra.

Still cradling his balls, I pulled Ted's hard cock out into the "open", bringing his balls out with the same fluid motion! Now his entire cock, all the way down to his balls, was out of his pants and in my hands! In the middle of the theater!

I slowly jerked on his cock as he moaned into my mouth. His tongue had stopped moving but I continued to suck it in and out of my mouth. At the same time, I stroked his cock with the exact same slow rhythm, giving him a hint of what was on my mind.

Ted responded by falling back into his seat nearly catatonic. I think I blew a fuse in his brain or something! He laid back in his seat and tilted his head back against the seat back.

He continued to stroke and squeeze my breasts, but his attention was 90 percent focused on his cock. I really didn't mind because I was enjoying his cock as much as he was. His mindless activity on my tits was simply an extra.

I was excited knowing that I'd caused him to blow his fuse. It was that "power" thing again, that never failed to amaze me.

I pumped Ted's cock fast and hard for about ten strokes just to see his reaction. His hips tried to lift off the seat, and a loud moan escaped his lips. I smiled to myself and resumed my slow, methodical stroke.

After all, we were still in the middle of the first movie!

I was glad that the theater had installed the highback seats, though because when Ted sat back into his seat, he brought my jacket with him!

The jacket that had been covering his hands on my naked tits! I was sitting there with my blouse totally unbuttoned and spread wide, and my tits hanging out of my bra, and Ted's hands playing with them.

If anyone on either side of us happened to look over they'd have gotten an eyeful! I thought about that for a moment and decided that would have been kind of erotic and exciting too.

I was starting to discover my exhibitionist streak. Since then, I've fine tuned it to a science, but at that time in my life, it was just coming out. I smiled at the feeling and continued to stroke Ted's cock. I pulled my jacket back over me, but left it open just enough so if someone really tried to see.

The cool, air conditioned air on my tits was majorly erotic! I felt so fucking INDECENT!

Anyway, it was Friday night, and the theater was filled with kids. A few of them were actually watching the movie, if you can believe that, but most of them were engaged in similar activities.

As I continued to pump Ted's cock, I took a few minutes and looked around the theater. I didn't see any real flesh, and that bummed me out a little, but I did see a lot of groping and panting. More than one couple was using their jackets to hide what they were doing, and I saw a few hand jobs taking place. I don't think anyone was being as brazen as I was, but I knew that there'd be a few stained seat cushions this night, or a few wet pants!

I started wishing that all the jackets and coats would disappear so I could see all the cocks being pumped, and all the tits being played with. I was getting wet at the thought of being surrounded by all the sex that was happening.

I turned to my left to see how Jeannie and Al were getting on, and saw that Jeannie had been trying to get my attention. For quite a while, by the look of consternation on her face.

Jeannie and Al, were quietly sitting beside us, and I noticed that she was leaning on Al's chest staring at Ted and me. Al's head was tipped back in his seat, just like Ted, and his eyes were closed, although he had a smile on his face.

She'd been trying to get my attention without tipping her hand to Al or Ted, who were between us. Both of them had they're eyes closed, and that was how she wanted them to stay.

Jeannie smiled when she caught my eye and dropped her gaze, signaling me to look at Al's lap. Her arm was partially hidden under Al's jacket, and as I watched, she slowly pulled the jacket back.

Neither of the boys knew that Jeannie and I were "communicating". We were doing everything with our eyes and faces. It was TOO hot! Anyway, Jeannie slowly pulled back Al's jacket.

I couldn't believe my eyes!! Jeannie had unbuttoned Al's pants and had unzipped his zipper all the way down. Jeannie's hand was wrapped around Al's hard cock, and it was completely out of his pants!

Talk about like minds thinking alike! I thought I was being so fucking bold and brazen, and here Jeannie was doing exactly the same thing with Al as I was with Ted!

I noticed that her jacket was open, and Al's hands were on her tits, but that her blouse was still buttoned.

"Ah-HA," I said to myself, and smiled. At least I was one step ahead. I leaned back and let my jacket open further. The motion also caused my blouse to open all the way and exposed my naked tits, and Ted's hand on them to Jeannie's gaze.

She smiled appreciatively, and licked her lips. I smiled back and returned my gaze to her hand on Al's prick.

It was obvious that Jeannie was as excited as I was about our new boldness. She'd never been this daring with Al and was reveling in her "fearlessness".

Ted and I had been double dating with Jeannie and Al for close to a year now so we were all fairly comfortable with the close quarters of a car or Ted's van. Jeannie and I were VERY comfortable with the close quarters. In fact, once in a while we'd make sure that we'd all be close like I had tonight, just to complete a "challenge" or a dare.

I'd seen her jerk Al off before, but never this closely. This was incredibly erotic, seeing his hard cock in her hand. I pumped Ted's cock as I watched them. I could feel my pussy getting wet.

Of course, the guys weren't aware of the way Jeannie and I shared "information". We always communicated in secret, either with a wink, or a cough, or a raised eyebrow. Or in private, like this afternoon!

Jeannie looked at Al's pole, then back to me with a comical expression on her face. She was having a little fun at Al's expense. I found the whole thing thrilling. It was like "getting away" with something. Too cool for school!

She started to stroke him slowly, her hand slick with his pre-come. Al's head was back and his eyes remained shut, as if he were asleep. I knew better though!

Of course, he had no idea that I was watching my best friend jerk him off right in front of me.

Jeannie grinned at me and did a "Groucho Marx" with her eyebrows. Looking me in the eye, she mouthed the words, "I LOVE IT!" and dropped her gaze to Al's cock in her hand. "Watch," she "said".

She started pumping his cock faster, and twisting her hand around when she'd reach the head. Al reacted immediately. His hips started pumping up to meet her hand, and his breath was coming out in short agonized bursts.

Jeannie could barely contain herself! She, too, was discovering the power that she had. She looked back at me with her eyes wide, and her mouth open, saying "WOW" with her eyes.

Licking her lips and grinning at me broadly, she kept stroking Al's glistening cock as I watched. Her eyes moved to my hand under Ted's jacket, and she looked at me as if to say... "Now you let me see."

I knew from her position, that she could see Ted playing with my exposed tits, and it made me hot to think she was watching us.

She also knew, from the position of my hand under Ted's jacket that she wasn't the only one being adventurous this evening. She wanted to see me jerking Ted off!

It was so exciting to know that Jeannie wanted to watch me play with Ted's prick! We had talked about our boyfriend's cocks many times, sharing "battle" stories and describing times when they came especially hard, and things like this afternoon, at the pool. But I'd never had the nerve to tell Jeannie that I loved to watch her and Al, and that I loved it when they would sneak a peek at Ted and I. I hadn't yet gotten comfortable enough with my voyeur/exhibitionist side to tell her about it, and here she was, telling me that she felt exactly the same way!! I was too excited!! And relieved!!

Tonight we were not more than two feet away, and I could see Al's hard cock plainly as it glided in and out of Jeannie's clutching fist. The sight of it was getting me so hot I couldn't stand it!

It was obvious that she wanted me to return her voyeuristic favor.

I thought Ted would have balked at the thought of it but I wasn't quite sure. For now, though, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him!

I started to lift his jacket up.

The thought of being able to silently show off Ted's cock to my best girlfriend, and show her what I did with it, was making me extremely hot. My heart started to beat a mile a minute as I looked at Jeannie and lifted Ted's jacket higher.

Feeling sexy and hot now, and a lot more confident after seeing Jeannie jerking on Al's cock, oblivious to the kids around us, I moved my hand back to the top of Ted's cock.

I was feeling hot and excited, but I was still nervous about being "caught". I guess that's what made it hot!

Whispering into his ear, I said, "Just close your eyes, sweetheart. Keep them shut and let me play. Okay?"

Ted nodded dumbly. He would have agreed to chew tin foil as long as I continued what I was doing in his lap!

I smiled, and looked over at Jeannie. She was still stroking him, but her eyes were wide and focussed on MY hand in Ted's lap.

She licked her lips in anticipation.

I stroked Ted's hardness faster. I knew Jeannie could see motion under Ted's jacket, and a glimpse of flesh, but she still didn't have a clear view. I was getting off on teasing her.

Ted's breathing was really strained now. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he sounded like he was running a marathon. His cock was pouring a steady flow of pre-come over my fingers. As I pulled upwards on his cock, he'd groan and another batch of liquid would seep from his pole. His prick felt hot and wet in my fist.

Remembering Jeannie, I looked up from Ted's lap and saw her glaring at me. "Hurry up!" she signaled with her eyes.

She was dying to see his hard prick, and I was ready to show it to her.

Feeling hot and nasty, and wondering what the boys would think if they knew they were part of a "show", I slowly and gently pulled Ted's coat up and out of the way.

Jeannie was grinning from ear to ear, as I exposed more and more of Ted's cock. I'd never seen her so totally enthralled by something. Her eyes got wider as Ted's jacket moved back.

As Ted's prick came into full view, Jeannie started jerking intently on Al's cock. Both of the boys, unbeknownst to them, were sitting in a crowded theater with their cocks sticking up in the air. This was too funny, I thought. It was hilarious to think of what we were doing to the boys, but at the same time it was SOOO HOT! Jeannie and I would laugh about this later but for now we concentrated on the matters at hand, so to speak.

I started to slowly work my hand up and down Ted's throbbing member. Beginning at the head, I pulled his foreskin back till his beet red head was exposed, then, squeezing my thumb and forefinger together, I slid back to the top, encasing his cockhead in his loose skin. Rubbing the head of his cock through his foreskin, I heard Ted groan with pleasure. I'd never been quite this bold with him before, and he was loving it! I slid my hand down the length of his pole until I could use three fingers to cup his balls, and keep my thumb and forefinger tightly wrapped around the base of his hard-on.

His pre-come juices were hot and slippery in my hand and there was no friction at all, just the smooth motion of my hand over his cock.

Ted was moaning, and I knew he would come soon.

I looked over at Jeannie, and she was equally engrossed. Al's cock was jumping from her expert manipulations. He was leaking so much that Jeannie's hand looked as if it were covered with Crisco oil.

Her eyes, though, were focused on Ted's cock, and my hand jerking it off.

Al was no slouch in the "equipment room", but from the looks of things, Ted cock was a full two or three inches longer, and much thicker that Al's. My hand could just barely close around Ted's shaft.

I hadn't seen a lot of cocks in my early years, especially hard ones, and I'd never before had the opportunity to compare two side by side, but from the look in Jeannie's eyes, I got a sense of pride knowing that MY boyfriend's cock was one that was envied. Kind of like finding out that the old chair in your kitchen is really a Chippendale. I pumped Ted's cock in long slow strokes so that Jeannie could appreciate the whole thing. I pulled his prick away from his belly, and pointed the head towards Jeannie.

She grinned and licked her lips, curling her tongue, and just touching her top lip. Ted, although he had no idea what was going on, groaned in appreciation of my handiwork.

He probably would have come then and there if he'd seen Jeannie staring at his pole and licking her lips!

I was really getting turned on thinking about how much I was turning Jeannie on by jerking TED off!

It was too strange. And I was also getting wet watching Jeannie slowly stroke Al's hard cock. I loved the sight of his hardness sliding through her wet fingers.

I focused on Al's hardness, and could tell by his pumping hips, that he was close. I looked at Jeannie and let her know that Ted was close too. Suddenly the look on her face got more serious. Her gaze went back to Ted's cock, and my hand pumping it and she started twisting and pumping Al with a frenzy. I did the same with Ted's slippery shaft, all the while keeping my eyes on Jeannie's pumping hand. Then Jeannie moved her hand up to the head of Al's cock and formed a "C" with her cupped hand. Still pumping and twisting, she covered the head with her hand.

The "C-position", as Jeannie labeled it one night, came about after a particularly hot night at the drive-in when Ted had come in long hot spurts that covered my hit my neck, and covered the front of my blouses with come. I wasn't really upset with being hit by flying come, in fact it was kind of exciting, but my blouse was ruined, and I had to stay in the car for the rest of the night!

Jeannie and I had laughed for hours after that night, and she came up with the "C-position". That made us laugh even more, but it had proved effective in the last few months.

I moved my hand to the same "C-position" on Ted's cock just as he started to pant heavily. "This is it!" I signaled to Jeannie. "Watch this!" I knew from experience that Ted came in "buckets", and I was excited to be able to show Jeannie rather than simply tell her about it.

I knew she'd get a buzz from seeing Ted's cock blast.

I pumped with a vengeance, keeping my eyes on Jeannie's face. I was doing this for her.

Her eyes widened when Ted groaned deep in his throat and stiffened in his seat. For a second nothing happened. Then his come came in waves!

It was SO HOT! I turned my hand so Jeannie could clearly see his come shooting out of the end of his cock and splashing against my cupped palm. It dripped from my fingers, and settled onto his pubic hair. Jeannie was panting open mouthed, licking her lips as she stared at Ted's ejaculation and continued to stroke Al.

I continued to twist and pump Ted's shooting cock while he came. I loved the feel of his come hitting my hand. And the look on Jeannie's face made me even hotter!

When Ted was done shooting off, I smeared his come all over his still hard cock, squeezing at the same time and making it ooze through my fingers. Jeannie and Ted groaned at the same time.

Then the same thing happened to Al. His body stiffened, he gave a great shudder, and his cock started to spew. I watched spellbound, as his cock shot off into Jeannie's hand.

She turned her hand, as I had to give me a clear view of his shooting prick.

His come, while not the same flowing amounts as Ted, spurted hard up into her palm, and over her fingers. When a blast would hit her palm, the force was like a hose, and his come would ricochet off into his lap!

Jeannie grinned broadly as she jerked him off, her eyes darting from mine, then to Ted's cock, then to Al's.

She was like a crazy woman, she was so excited. Al was groaning over and over as his come shot from his cock.

Jeannie looked at me as if to say, "Could anything get better than this?" as she continued to milk the come from Al's dwindling manhood.

Then Jeannie did something that made ME open my eyes wide. She loosened her grip on Al's cock, and brought her fingers up to her lips. Looking me straight in the eye, and grinning broadly, she leaned towards me, and into Al's lap. She stuck out her tongue and slowly licked her tongue from her come covered palm to the ends of her fingers. I could see Al's thick come on her tongue as she slid two fingers sensually into her mouth and sucked them in and out, using her tongue to clean them completely.

Then she smiled that radiant smile of hers and brought her attention back to Al, just as Ted was starting to "stir".

Panting from her demonstration, and from our exhibitionism, I dropped Ted's jacket over his lap, before he realized his part in the "show", and tried to squeeze his cock back into his pants. I was amazed to find that it was still as hard as a rock. Looking up at Ted, I saw his gaze riveted on Jeannie's face. She was unaware of it, but obviously Ted had witnessed her whole oral demonstration. I was torn between the excitement of his hard-again cock in my hand, and the jealousy I felt for my best girlfriend.

But, hey, it wasn't her fault right? And, I should be happy that my boyfriend has the ability to get his hard-on back this quickly. It would just be up to me to control his lust driven heart. After all, I knew that it wasn't Jeannie he was hard about... it was the sight of her sliding those come slick fingers in and out of her mouth.

I decided that I should fix this situation before it grew into a problem.

"Over here, big boy!" I whispered. "Did you forget about me?"

I squeezed Ted's cock under his jacket. His head snapped around like he was on a carnival ride.

"I'm sorry," he stammered. "I didn't know."

"Didn't know what?" I demanded with a mock scowl on my face. "How can you think about her, when I'm the one with her hand on your cock? Hmmm?"

I squeezed his cock. HARD. "Speak up, boy!" I whispered angrily. "Didn't you like that? Didn't I do that right?!" I was enjoying making him fidget.

"It's not that," Ted stuttered. "I just looked over, and she was licking her finger and I mean I've never."

"Hey," I whispered, ready to let him off the hook. This was fun, but even I knew when to quit. His cock was getting soft in my hand.

The poor guy was confused, nervous, and coming down from a sexual high all at the same time. Combine that with a "pissed-off" girlfriend, and it was no wonder he was losing his hard-on.

"Hey, forget about it," I said. "I forgive you, lover. In fact I enjoyed her little show too!" I gave his cock a knowing squeeze. "Just don't get attached to HER lips before you've tried mine."

"Unless you won't be needing THIS," I pulled his semi-hard prick with my fist. Hard enough to let him know I was serious.

Ted looked at me with shock and wonder.


"Yeah, I was watching her too," I whispered, smiling. "It kinda got me thinking about stuff."

"What kind of stuff," Ted pleaded.

"Later," I hinted. "Let's get these guys and get out of here. I think I've seen enough of this movie for tonight."

I leaned over to Jeannie and Al, who were nuzzling each other's necks. I pushed my breasts back into my bra, and started to button my blouse as I whispered to them.

"If you guys are done over there, your ride is leaving," I whispered. "We're gonna go find someplace a little less crowded... wanna come?" I looked at Al. "AGAIN," I added with a smile. His face turned fire engine red. I made no attempt to hide the fact that I was buttoning my blouse, and he watched my fingers move.

If he only knew, I thought, and laughed.

"Let's go," said Jeannie, fixing her own clothes. "Maybe we can share some 'war stories' or something." She looked at me and grinned.

"Come on, lover," she said to Al.

We grabbed our stuff and hurried from the theater. This was gonna be a good night I told myself. A really good night.

In the parking lot, we stood next to Ted's van as he looked for his keys.

"How about going up to my uncle's lodge for a beer or two?" Ted asked.

"The 'little cabin'?" I replied. "Oh, yeah! That would be perfect! Tonight, I think we NEED the cabin! That would be wonderful, Ted."

I kissed him deeply and moved my knee up to separate his thighs. I leaned back against the side of the van as Ted's hands moved up to cup my breasts. "Mmmmm," I moaned.

"Hey, lover boy!" Jeannie yelled. "Is your uncle gonna be in town this weekend?"

"He's gone for two weeks to Jamaica with one of his girlfriend," Ted replied, still playing with my tits.

I could feel his cock growing again against my leg. I reached a hand down and palmed his hardness.

"Well unlock this thing, brother," Al yelled back. "We got a party to go to!"

Reluctantly releasing my breasts and moving away from my stroking hand, Ted moved to unlock the doors to the van.

Jeannie and I slipped into the sliding door to the back and Al jumped into the front shotgun seat. Ted ran around the front and hopped behind the wheel.

"Let's go see how the other half live." Ted said with a laugh.

"Let's party," Jeannie yelled as we roared onto the highway.

"To The Lake, Jeeves," I joined in.


Ted and Al rode in the front seat and Jeannie and I sat in the captains chairs behind them. I sat behind Ted, who was driving. We were heading to what we called "The Lake".

Actually, where we were going was the Salmon River, about ten miles out of town. Ted's uncle had a lodge on the river and he let us use it on the weekends, if he wasn't around. He lived in Chicago, so "not around" was pretty often.

The lodge sat on a large piece of land at the bend in the river and the water there was about half a mile across, from shore to shore.

So sitting on the dock that reached into the water, or sitting on the front porch of the cabin gave the impression of being on a larger body of water. Ted was the one who started calling it "The Lake" and it caught on with the four of us.

It was a wonderful place to go to. At our age there wasn't a lot a person could do other than go to the movies, or go "parking".

Obviously, we could have fun at the movies, but that got a little expensive for someone in high school.

And parking was okay, too, but tough for a double date. Someone had to be in the front seat, and that always created problems.

So when Ted's uncle told him he could use the lodge occasionally for fishing, or "whatever", Ted jumped at the chance. And since we'd been double dating with Jeannie and Al for close to a year, we thought it only natural to invite them along. We'd been coming up to the lodge, off and on, for about two months now. Ted's uncle, Mike, called the lodge his "little cabin".

The "cabin" was actually a huge, richly appointed, four bedroom log house that sat on a hundred and forty acres of prime woodland. He must have paid a fortune for it because it was surrounded on three sides by national forest land and sat right on the banks of the Salmon River, the largest river in the area.

Mike was a successful commodities broker in Chicago, and he'd fly out here to California every couple of months to get away and unwind.

Mike also had a reputation as a swinger and a playboy. He was 31 years old, single and immensely wealthy, or at least appeared to be. Everytime we saw Mike, he'd have a beautiful young girl with him, and the few times we visited him at the "cabin", they would both be in various stages of undress. Ted's uncle definitely knew how to enjoy life.

We liked Mike.

There was plenty of room in the lodge for privacy, and usually we'd separate and find our own little nook or cranny and make out after drinking a few beers, or playing cards and such.

Tonight though, I had a feeling that the four of us were going to experience a change in our relationship. And I didn't feel that privacy would be too much of a concern either.

The relationship between Jeannie and I had already changed.

After our little show and tell, without the tell, in the theater, Jeannie and I had established the fact quite clearly that we enjoyed "watching". I guess it's more like we had DISCOVERED that fact. But it was obvious to me that we had both enjoyed that experience immensely.

How the boys would feel about it, if they knew, was another matter. But I had a feeling that we'd be addressing that soon.

I felt myself getting wet again, remembering the sight of Al's hard cock gliding through Jeannie's fingers.

"Lost in thought? Or lost in space?" Jeannie's voice cut through my thoughts.

Laughing, I said, "Just lost I guess! Where are we?"

"Almost there," she said. "We just turned on to Old Post Road, so we have about twenty minutes. I thought we'd lost you, there."

She grinned and handed me a bottle of Cuervo Gold Tequila. It was a new bottle, but it had obviously gone around once. I took a swig and shuddered. The warmth hit me immediately.

"Where did this come from, guys?" I asked the front seat. "Somebody raiding somebody's liquor cabinet?"

"My mom 'forgot' she bought it," Ted replied. "Too bad, huh?"

"Yeah," I said, leaning forward to pass him the bottle. "Too bad we have to drive home. I wouldn't mind tying one on tonight, seems like a great night to party."

As I spoke, I slid the bottle into Ted's lap, pushing it between his legs. As I released the bottle, I dropped my hand onto his dick, which immediately started to grow under my fingers.

I turned my head to look at Al. His gaze was riveted on my hand in Ted's lap. I smiled and repeated, "Yeah, a great night to party." I squeezed Ted's cock, grinned at Al, and leaned back into my seat, my hand slowly gliding along the length of Ted's shaft, and out of his lap.

"Hang on to that bottle boys," I cooed, settling back into my seat. "But take it slow, you might need your strength."

Both boys laughed nervously.

Jeannie, meanwhile had swiveled her seat around and was facing the back of the van. When I turned my seat to join her, she leaned over to me and whispered, "God, I am so hot! I've never felt this way before. Watching you in the movies, with Ted's cock in your hand was TOO, TOO exciting!"

"You too," I replied. "I can't believe we did that!"

"They'd kill us if they knew," Jeannie said with a scheming smile on her face. "I don't think they're ready for that. But the sight of Ted's cock coming off in your hand! God! He's sooo BIG!"

Her eyes rolled back in her head, in mock dismay, and I laughed at her antics.

As she was speaking, her hand moved up to her heaving chest, and started to unconsciously move back and forth across her breasts.

"I can't stand it!" she whispered.

I dropped my eyes to follow the movement of her hand, and my own hand crept up the front of my blouse. "Me too!" I whispered back.

"You know," Jeannie continued, "I thought that I had gotten as hot and as high as I was going to get, sexually speaking, without actually fucking Al. But after tonight I realize how little I really know about this stuff. I don't think we have to lose our precious virginity to get off with a bang. Or," she said, motioning with her eyes towards the front seat, "to get them off with a bang".

"Oh, they're easy," I said with a laugh. "Ted is perfectly happy when I give him a slow hand job. I let him play with my tits, and use his wonderful fingers in my pussy." I shuddered thinking about that. "And he knows damn well that I don't plan on losing 'anything' right now."

My eyes stayed on Jeannie's hand, which was starting to unbutton the buttons of her blouse and was slipping inside, moving slowly over her bra. Her eyes were closed as she listened to me.

I was transfixed by the motion of her hand and the expanse of flesh that was showing. Jeannie and I had seen each other naked on hundreds of occasions but I'd never looked at her this way. Now it was so SEXUAL I really didn't know how to feel. I did know that it was getting me hot. I'd worry about the rest later. Tonight, after all, was party night.

I sat back and continued to caress my own breasts. Jeannie was getting me hot with her hand motions. It was like watching an X-rated movie starring my best friend!

Her hand slipped under her bra as she continued her fondling, and my eyes followed each move. My hands followed her lead, squeezing my own tits through my blouse.

The guys were absorbed in quiet conversation in the front seat. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but occasionally I'd hear our names, or some "key" words, so I assumed they were talking about us just as we were about them. I turned my attention back to Jeannie.

"I was just thinking," she said dreamily, "Thinking of how hot I got watching you jerk Ted off. It was sooo hot!"

Her fingers traced lazy circles around her nipples.

"Tell me something, Trace," Jeannie whispered, leaning close to me. "Have you ever thought about sucking his cock? I mean it looks so hot in those movies. It's kind of like just jerking him off but you just use your mouth." Her voice had taken on a dreamy tone. And her eyes had glazed over. I don't think she was in need of an answer, so I just let her continue. Her words were getting me hot!

"Al's been hinting," she was whispering. "I think he's getting tired of hand jobs."

She leaned close to my ear, with a conspiratorial look on her face.

"And I've been wondering what it would be like to -- you know -- to suck him."

She looked at me with wide eyes, searching my face for some kind of approval, or support.

I was too confused to offer either, and I guess a response wasn't really necessary. Instead I just mumbled something like "Hmmm," and kept my eyes focused on her hand.

Her hand slipped back into the top of her bra, searching for, and finding a nipple. She moaned softly, under her breath, as she pinched it.

"I'll tell ya Jeannie said, I've tasted his come a bunch of times, but I've never really sucked his cock. Maybe it's time." She was working herself up now, her hand busy under her bra, and her legs were opening and closing to some unheard rhythm.

She wasn't really talking to ME, she was just talking. Maybe trying to convince herself.

"I think that maybe I'm ready for that." Her eyes opened to two slits and locked onto mine.

"And Al's hinted that he wants to, you know, eat me! Use his tongue on my pussy! And I KNOW I'm ready for THAT! God! That would feel sooo good. I just know it!" Her left hand slid into her lap, rubbing her pussy mound lightly through her jeans.

Her voice, although just barely loud enough for me to hear, was getting raspy in her growing excitement.

Her breathing slowed as she attempted to regain her composure. Her eyes opened and she looked at me. "Geez, get a grip, Jeannie, huh?" she laughed. "I'm losin' it here!" She shook her head.

"Gimme that bottle!" she yelled to the front seat. She reached over, and behind her head, making a clutching motion with her hand.

"Hand it here, you stud muffins!" she said with a laugh. Al passed the bottle, and fit it into her outstretched hand.

"You're not getting drunk back there, are you?" Al asked with a hint of concern in his voice. Jeannie looked at me, as if to say she knew his "concern" was coming more from his lap than his heart.

"Don't worry, loverboy," she said, looking at me with a smile. "I'm only getting drunk enough so you can take advantage of me!"

Jeannie laughed at the silence coming from the front seat. "It's so easy to shake 'em up!" she whispered to me.

I was anxious to resume our conversation. Talking about sex with Jeannie was one of my all time favorite things to do.

"I've thought about sucking Ted's cock," I whispered to her. "God, I think about it all the time. If I knew I could do it like we see in the movies I'd blow him right now. I'm just not sure how it would go, and I want Ted's first blow job to be something he'll remember all his life." My hands continued to stroke my tits. "Maybe I should practice on someone else first!" I said laughing.

"I'll call Jim Burkley!" Jeannie laughed back at me. That broke us both up. Jim Burkley was a basketball player at our high school who, although he wasn't overly handsome, had a reputation for being extremely "well endowed". Rumor had it that his cock, when fully erect, measured a full fourteen inches long with a circumference of close to five and a half inches!

Julie, who's a close friend of Jeannie and I went out with him once, and reported to us that the rumors were entirely true! The guy was huge, she said. She could barely close her hand around his cock as it grew in her hand, and she had to use both hands to jerk him off! But Julie did jerk him off, and more, and now they'd been going steady for about four months. They both looked really happy, but Jeannie and I still talked about his "horse cock".

Maybe someday, I thought, I could get Julie to let me watch as she jerked Jim off.

I took a few moments to imagine having that thing in my mouth. I couldn't picture it, but I could sure picture giving ol' Jim a hand job. I'd love to watch a big cock like that shoot.

I looked over at Jeannie and we both cracked up again at her suggestion. Obviously, she'd taken the same few minutes to picture Jim's big dick in her mind.

I never really was too envious of Julie because I figured that a cock that size is just too much to handle on a regular basis. I'm sure she'd disagree, but I was more than happy with Ted's cock.

I never measured him, but I figured he was about nine and a half inches long -- still pretty big by most standards, and just perfect by mine.

Jeannie said that she thought Al was more like eight inches long, and after seeing him up close tonight, I figured she was right. Al's cock though was about the same circumference as Ted's, and she said it got as hard as a rock. Ted's stays a bit pliable when he gets hard, except for just before he comes. Then it hardens like steel and swells in my hand. Mmmmmm.

Jeannie leaned over to me. "Just in case we do play tonight," she said, taking a drink and handing me the bottle, "I think I'll give ol' Al a head start."

With that she reached up and undid the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts spilled out of their constraints and into her open blouse. She brought both of her hands up to gently knead and squeeze them.

"Ooohh! That feels sooo good! What a relief," she said to me, her eyes were closed, and her breathing labored.

I stared at her naked tits, as my hand continued squeezing my own.

Jeannie's breasts were perfectly formed, 34-C's that were right out of a magazine. She probably had the nicest tits of anyone in our class, and maybe the whole school.

Her long flowing blond hair was another definite asset, believe me but the eyes of men AND women inevitably ended up focusing on her tits.

Jeannie and I were about the same height, but for some reason, God had seen fit to grace her with the longest, tightest, most delicious legs I'd ever seen on a girl. All topped off with a cute, heart-shaped ass that guys drooled over.

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