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I never liked the words cocksucker or blowjob. I'm Wendy Wilson and what I am is a practitioner in the art of fellatio. Sounds better, than I'm Wendy Wilson and I'm a cocksucker, doesn't it?

Besides, there are lots and lots of other words for the male sex organ. Americans seem to be hung up on cock, but around the world, people and cultures use other euphemisms, as I was to discover.

You probably want to know how I became a practitioner, and if I might blow my own horn (pun intended), a very talented one.

In high school, I had one date. I didn't date because no one asked me. No one asked me because I was barely five feet tall, with short legs, a round body, an acne covered face, and breasts that hadn't become breasts yet.

My one and only date was the Senior Prom, and I went because Peter MacTavish was shamed into asking someone by the other kids in our clique. I was the only one without a date. It was nice of Peter to ask me.

We had a good time at the prom, and as it turned out an even better time afterwards. It's the afterward you want to know about.

Peter took me to a house party, and almost immediately to a bedroom where he started kissing me. It's the first time I'd made out with anyone. I didn't resist when he kissed me; I didn't resist when he started using his tongue. In fact, I joined him, even though I had no idea what I was doing.

I also didn't resist when he felt my breasts through my prom gown. Like I said, you'd barely call the breasts, but Peter seemed to like them. It got better when his hand went inside my dress to those breasts. I let him, I mean he was nice enough to invite me to the prom.

I didn't let him the first time Peter's hand went under the bottom of my dress. I didn't the second time either, but the third time, not only did I let him, but I also helped him get my panties off.

I didn't even masturbate, and here I was on my first date, letting a boy finger me. It felt grand.

Then It got better. Peter guided my hand to his belt buckle. Unbuckled it, unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his zipper, and moved my hand inside. I didn't resist. In fact, I was curious.

I played and explored for a while. At the same time, Peter's finger was inside me. Like I said, I liked it.

Anyhow, back to my first introduction to a cock. Peter showed me how to jerk him off, and I did. That was a first for me. I thought it took a long time, but then I heard him grunting and his cock was throbbing in my hand. The next thing I knew my hand was all wet and sticky.

Shortly after that we returned to the party downstairs.

That was my last date in high school, but only the beginning of my sex life.

TO BE CONTINUED

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