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!